I vaguely recall getting back to the apartment building, but I can't say I recall much else. We'd showered before leaving the club, then we got in Loc's car and I passed out. Everything about the day left me drained. The thrill. The fear. The humiliation. The degradation. The bliss. I knew from experience that dominating a sub was a lot of work. Now I realized how taxing it could be the be the one submitting, especially as someone new to this side of a power dynamic-focused relationship.
When I woke up the next morning, I was laying in Loc's bed naked. Wait - not morning. I looked at the expensive designer clock Loc had on the wall. It was 2 p.m. I definitely wasn't used to sleeping this late.
But if it wasn't morning, why did I smell bacon cooking? Then I noticed the popping of oil in a hot pan coming from the kitchen. Loc was playing Vietnamese pop music in the other room, not loudly but turned up enough I could tell the words weren't English.
The last day of my weekend with Loc went surprisingly casually. He cooked us breakfast and we hung out in his apartment, me fully naked and him fully clothed. We watched TV together as he teased me, mercilessly playing with my dick and nipples and hole and caressing my body and groping me. He had me so horny I turned into an oversexed idiot heartbeats away from begging him to fuck me when he turned off the TV and took me to bed to do just that.
It wasn't like other times. It was casual, almost transactional. He made sure we took our time, which was at times boredline torture given how disorientingly horny I already was. He didn't speak the whole time and neither did I. We made out for 45 minutes and explored each others' bodies. I couldn't stop moaning like a desperate cock addicted bitch. He finally put his cock at my lips and I opened up to suck him and let him slowly fuck my throat. We made out more, me laying half on top of him, slowly stroking him while he casually teased my hole. He had me lay on my stomach and angle my ass up slightly and rimmed me, then lubed his cock and fucked me on our sides, stroking my cock as he thrust into me and I looked back over my shoulder to kiss him, staying in that one position for 20 minutes until he unloaded inside of me. Feeling him fire blasts of cum into my pussy pushed me over the edge, too.
That night, he fucked me on the couch again, rougher as to make sure William could hear. Then we went to bed. I fell asleep in his arms, and when I woke up the next morning he was gone. A note taped to the inside of his front door said he went to the gym early, enjoyed our time together and would text me.
"And just so you know, I convinced willy to agree to set up his phone on a tripod in your bedroom," he said at the end of the note, written in near, flowing handwriting. I took note of him not only calling my husband the nickname he hated but also making it lowercase and found myself actually amused by it. "When you get home, he's gonna turn it on and record you fucking his brains out, which I know you will, and then send it to me."
And I did. When I opened the door I heard shuffling in the bedroom. I walked there quickly, dropping my bag on the floor and tearing my clothes off as I headed to join him. The phone was there, recording, but I ignored it. It was time to reclaim my dominance, and I didn't give a fuck about anything else.
William was sitting cross legged on the bed in a jockstrap and I went right for him, a hunger, a need to devour my devoted slut emanating from in my very soul. When I pounced him, my husband looked almost scared for a split second.
I lept onto the bed and in less than a second had him pinned down by the throat. The fear in his eyes was gone in a flash and replaced by the submissive, starving puppy eyes that drove me insane. I picked him up by the throat while he pushed up on the bed to help me and dragged him up to the head of the bed.
"You belong to me, cunt," I growled as I spat on my free hand and used it to slick my dick and his hole. Then I shoved in, hard and fast, ignoring his pained scream and focusing on how quickly the look on his face of discomfort transformed to one of ecstasy. I knew exactly how to use my husband so I got maximum pleasure and his masochistic side was nurtured.
I was determined not to cum too quickly. I jackhammered my cock into his hole for a good five minutes before I pulled out and grabbed him by the hair. I could tell he'd cleaned out while waiting for me to get home so I fell backwards and yanked him with me, guiding his already open mouth to my cock. His eyes bulged as I felt my cock slide in and his throat contract around my head. It made me let out a deep, stuttering moan.
"Fuck yes," I growled as I used my grip on his hair to hold his head still as I pounded his face. It must have hurt him, but I didn't care in part because I knew this was exactly what he wanted. "You're such a filthy slut. Trained you so fucking well."
When I was done with his throat I moved my hands under his arms and pulled him up, shoving my cock right back into that tight hole. He again cried out in surprise and pain, and again that sound turned almost instantly to moans of pleasure. I slapped him across the face, leaving it a little redder than the facefuck had already made him, and he looked at me with wide eyes and a gasping mouth as he drew in a breath while I drilled up into him.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," William whined. "Fuck you're so good."
"I'm the best," I grunted, accentuating each word with a hard, deep, brutal thrust into him.
"Yes you are, sir," he whimpered and moaned between heavy breaths. "God, I missed you."
His words pushed me even further. I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us over. Missionary gave me more leverage and I fucked harder and faster.
A thought crept into my mind, a question: was I really the best? Or was Loc better?
The questions were like ice in my veins, pushing me to get more aggressive. One hand went around his throat. I slapped his balls, probably a little too hard, to drive home the point not to him but to me that I was still (with my husband's standing consent) a brutally abusive and powerful dominant. His eyes slammed shut, his jaw clenched in pain. His body stiffened and his hole clenched around my cock. I didn't miss a beat, though, as I took in that hand I'd just used to smack his balls a fistful of hair and leaned down, pressing my lips against his. He opened his mouth to me and I shoved my tongue in.
Not five minutes later, William began spasming. He moaned into my mouth. Hot liquid sprayed against my abs. He was cumming hands free and that made me lose it. I gripped his throat tighter than I ever had before, actually choking him completely, as I shoved my cock balls deep and unloaded. It took me a full 30 seconds of him tapping my biceps and pushing on my chest post-orgasm to come to my senses and let go of his throat.
"Sorry," I whispered, the concern obvious in my tone.
"I loved it," William said. He had tears in his eyes from the brutality of it all, but his lips were curved in a devious grin.
I glanced over at his phone, remembering for the first time that he was recording us.
"I don't have to send it," he whispered loud enough for me to hear but not for the recording to pick it up.
At first I almost said not to, but then the image popped in my head of Loc, on a lunch break from work or getting home at the end of the day, watching the video and enjoying it. Being turned on by it.
Maybe he would pull out his cock and play with it. I couldn't picture him fully jerking off to the video, at least not right away. He would take his time. He would watch me lovingly abuse (which, as strange as that might sound, is the perfect description of my brutality because of our consent and understanding exactly what happened) the man I married. He would see how aggressive I was toward him and maybe it would remind him of how brutally he'd fucked and abused me. If he liked it, he would watch it a second time, stroking his beautiful uncut cock a little more intently. He would be both turned on by the scene of depravity and slightly amused that the white jock who'd so quickly and naturally surrendered to him was at the drop of a hat acting like a powerful and dominant alpha with my meeker and more submissive husband. Maybe he would cum, both aroused and humored, or maybe he would watch it a third time before he blasted cum all over that tight chest and those fantastic abs.
I wanted that.
I wanted Loc to see me in the role I'd assumed most my life, to watch me control my husband and make him into my cock sleeve and enjoy it. I even realized, with confusion and a ping of self disgust, that he might even laugh it a little and I wanted that, too. I wanted to make Loc happy, even if it meant I was humiliated and degraded. I thought about the bathhouse and our scene behind the sex shop. He'd dehumanized and objectified me. In the bathhouse, he had shared me with other men, he'd displayed absolute disregard for my comfort or desires, he'd treated me like property, like a pet who didn't truly have any free will under his authority. Before that, alone but in public he'd made me endure such mortification I almost told him to fuck off and never speak to me again. Why hadn't I?
I realized the answer was bafflingly simple: I liked it. I liked being humiliated and degraded and objectified and dehumanized and treated like property, and so much more than that, I loved that it turned him on. His pleasure had, at some point, become my primary goal. And even now, at home having just made with my husband our special brand of love, I was still turned on and fulfilled at the thought of pleasing him.
I thought all of this in a couple heartbeats before looking at my husband and shrugging, trying to appear to him as being uninterested.
"Go ahead," I answered simply.
The look that flashed on his face confused me for only a moment. It was the same look he gave when I would do something like grab him by the throat and pin him against the wall in an elevator, right before I kissed him. The same look as when I would grope his crotch sitting somewhere in public. The same look, I realized, I'd felt myself make when Loc had done something to dominate or control me in public.
My husband was turned on. And it was because sending that video would be an act of submission to Loc, for both of us.
Late that night, when William was out with a couple of friends from college (I found myself wondering if he was lying, and getting turned on at the thought of him, being spit roasted by his college buddies, though I knew they were truly straight and hetero-inflexible), Loc sent me two texts. The first was a pic of his cock and upper body, cum everywhere. The second was a message.
Loc: look what u made me do. watched the video your slut sent me four times. might have to punish you for not being here to clean up this mess you caused me to make
I didn't know how to respond and stood in my living room with an instantly hard and leaking cock for a full two minutes before the next text came in.
Loc: proud of my stupid white boytoy and your yt cumdump slut hubby. both good boys who know how to follow orders.
Loc: i haven't even done anything with willy yet and he's already recognizing my dominance and asian superiority. u trained him well.
Me: thank you daddy
I'd typed out and sent the response before I even noticed I was doing. And without thinking, I had myself stripped and I was laying on the floor, rereading the texts. My dick was pulsing in my hand as I stroked. I looked at the pic of him.
I made him cum like that.
Then I switched to the video. William sent it to me, too. I watched it imagining what Loc was thinking and switched back and forth between the video and Loc's texts for five minutes. And then, to my confused self disgust, I blew my load in less than five minutes. Just reading the degrading compliments and thinking about Loc watching the video made me cum the fastest I had since I was a young teenager. I was so embarrassed and glad nobody was here to see, but at the same time I wished William had witnessed it. Had seen how quickly and pitifully I cummed. That he would laugh at me and take from the scene a deeper appreciation for Loc's power. That he would embrace it himself.
I wanted my husband to see Loc fuck me and break me into submission. To see me at such a low point in-person. For both of us to submit to Loc together. The thought filled me with shame and guilt and excitement and lust. My dick was hard again in an instant and I was mindlessly stroking it, my last load still all over my body, imagining how cool and exciting it would be to get broken down by Loc in front of William. How exhilarating it would be for my submissive husband who worshiped me and my natural dominance to watch our strong and beautiful and perfect neighbor abuse and fuck me into total submission. I wanted him to jerk off while he watched it, to get off on it, to enjoy it. I wanted William to break, too. To surrender to Loc. Recognize his supremacy. I hoped that my submissive bottom watching me put out so eagerly for another man and give myself to him as a pathetic sub slut in defiance of my dominant nature, rather than exert that dominance over my loving husband would leave him all at once jealous and heartbroken and humiliated and thrilled and turned on and passionate and obsessed and hungry for more. I fantasized about the two of us, with our vows to love each other and care for each other and put each other first for the rest of our lives, engaging together in something so self destructive and beautiful.
And for the second time in 15 minutes, I shot a load, adding to the mess I'd made all over myself. This time the cum blasted out so hard the first volley landed just below my lips. I laid there, panting and feeling a storm of conflicting emotion and desire wreaking havoc in my chest for 20 minutes before I stood, cleaned myself off and hopped in the shower.
I would get the opportunity to play out that fantasy sooner than expected.
Things went back to as normal as they could for a few days. It was undeniable that I had been so effectively manipulated that thoughts of Loc and a deep rooted desire to have him exert power over me permeated my life. I was thoroughly mindfucked. If I was entirely honest, it had been a traumatic experience, but that trauma was something I found myself celebrating and craving. Thinking about being there in the bathhouse, getting used and fucked by Loc and a couple of hand-picked total strangers while an even larger group of equally unknown people watched, surrendering my right to consent to Loc without conditions, it got me painfully hard.
I fucked William three times the second day, and each time I was able to think a little less of Loc and how rewarding it was to be weak and helpless to his supremacy. I decided I didn't want to deny or shy away from that lust, but I did want to be able to enjoy dominating my husband without at the same time hungering to submit to Loc. There were hints he felt the same. He looked at me just the tiniest bit differently. He encouraged me to be rougher than usual. He even called me a slut a couple times while telling me to go harder and be rougher. The most obvious hints were when I caught him rewatching the video we'd made for Loc and jerking off â€"I stood there and watched him, enjoying it â€" and that once he asked me to screw his brains out the way Loc had done me.
Three days after I'd come back home to my husband, though, I was generally able to make aggressive, rough love to William without thinking of our beautiful and perfect Asian neighbor.
It wasn't meant to last, though, and no matter how mixed my feelings were about it I came out mostly glad that Loc reinserted himself into my thoughts. And, this time, into my relationship with William.
Loc sent a text to both of us inviting himself over the next night. He wasn't shy about what he wanted either.
Loc: i'm gonna use my new pussyboy while you watch us willy. i might watch you two fuck for a bit first if i'm in the mood
I talked it over with William. I made it clear that if he didn't want to try it and wasn't totally comfortable with it I would tell Loc in no uncertain terms that he was crossing a line. William said he wasn't only OK with it, he was curious enough to actually want it to happen. We had an hours-long discussion about it and he assured me there was no chance he would let the scenario cause problems in our relationship. William laughed unabashedly at me when I responded to Loc without thinking about how William would see it.
Me: yes daddy
I felt myself turn red and wanted to crawl into a hole as he looked at me with a look of disbelief and laughed, not maliciously but with genuine amusement. His laughter, though not meant to hurt and perhaps in part because of that, deepened the cut of humiliation. And yet it made me yearn for Loc. And besides, since we decided to let Loc into our bedroom with both of us with the clear intention of my husband watching me actively and (though I wasn't necessarily thrilled to admit it) eagerly submitting to this man, William would soon realize just how humiliatingly I behaved around Loc.
When the time finally came I was so nervous I was practically dissociating as I walked to the door after Loc knocked on it. I opened it to find him standing there, looking like he was fresh from the gym wearing a black tank top, red shorts with a five-inch inseam and black Adidas, a gym duffle bag in his right hand.
Loc didn't wait for me to invite him in, he just shouldered past me and dropped his bag in the doorway.
"Why's my little slut dressed?" Loc asked without looking back at me as he walked to to the couch. William was sitting on a chair in the living room, wide-eyed at the comment but apparently thoroughly entertained.
I didn't mean to say anything but it was instinctual.
"Sorry, Daddy," I answered meekly, starting to strip as William openly snickered.
When fully naked and painfully hard, I walked to the couch and sat down in front of Loc, between his manspread legs. He reached down and started petting my head as he looked to William.
"So here's how it's going to go," Loc said. "I've decided you two will not be having sex today, Willy. It'll be just me and Austin. You're invited to watch and you can stand in the corner or sit in a chair or on the floor and jerk off or play with yourself, but you won't be getting on the bed and you sure as hell won't be participating."
William, for his part, seemed all the more turned on.
"I can tell something about the two of you that you may not have realized about yourselves," Loc continued. "The two of you are in an open relationship because cheating turns you on but you don't want to hurt the person you love. So you go off and have secret hookups and and flings and even full on romantic relationships, and even though you have permission to do those things you do them mostly behind each others backs. You lie to each other about where you're going, you make up excuses for one another as if you don't know, you explain away the peaks and valleys of your sexual relationship knowing full well it's because one or both of you are getting it somewhere else."
Loc paused as if inviting us to contradict him, but neither did. We both knew it was true.
"You love infidelity," Loc said. "Cheating is thrilling, and both of you like cheating on each other and enjoy knowing that you're being cheated on, but Willy likes it best when he knows that Austin is being unfaithful, and Austin likes it most when he's unfaithful and he knows that even though the two of you pretend it's not happening Willy knows."
Still no protest, not even from my husband over the use of the name "Willy" that he so hated.
"That means you're going to love what's gonna happen," Loc continued again. "Willy, I'm taking your husband from you. He's going to belong to me now."
I felt my heart flutter with excitement and my stomach tie itself into knots with fear at the same time. I looked to William to find him nodding his head with a hungry look on his face.
"Willy, from this day forward your husband will only have sex with you if I give him permission," Loc said. The physical manifestation of my emotions grew only stronger, and William scooted up without realizing it to the edge of his seat, his eyes full of lust. "I am now your husband's may boyfriend, and for the both of you I am your full-time dom. Starting today, I'm going to be training the both of you as my slutty submissive white boys serving me first and foremost, and other Asian and Latino men secondarily. William, you can have sex with whoever you want as long as you get my permission first, but your primary role in this new relationship is the cuck. I'm your husband's bull. He will be ready for me to use him 24/7 and will put out for any man I decide to share him with, without question or resistance. He'll even seek out other dominant Asian and Latino men to fuck him, including in front of you.
"The important thing to remember from this moment on is that Austin's body isn't yours to enjoy anymore, Willy," Loc said, an irrefutable finality in his voice. William looked both pained and lustfilled, his mouth open and I was almost certain he was about to drool. "His body belongs to me, cuck."
