Author’s note: I know it’s been too long since I updated this story and I’m sorry for the delay! This is a nice and long chapter that spends a lot of time exploring the new dynamic Loc is introducing and how the husbands Austin and William react to the introduction of cuckolding with their gorgeous, dominant Vietnamese neighbor.
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Loc laid there with both of us for a while, silent except one moment where he clarified that Willy was expected to be just as submissive to him as I was, especially since I, his dominant husband, was now Loc’s little cumslut bitch now. He’d shown Willy the proof. Of course, my kinky husband agreed. He was so turned on by all of it.
At one point, Loc got up to piss and left me holding William close. Looking at my husband in my arms I felt a pang of guilt, but when he looked up at me I saw the excitement and lust in his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re good with this new dynamic?” I asked him in a whisper. I needed to make sure he was as excited and turned on as me and that I wasn’t misreading his expression.
“Absolutely,” William answered softly, a gentle smile on his face.
“This is obviously gonna change our sex life if we go through with it,” I warned.
“I know,” William said. I was about to say something again but saw him contemplating what to say next. The smile faded into a thoughtful expression. When he spoke again, it was slow and intentional. “When you’re with him, whether I’m there too or not, I feel jealous and hurt and cheated on.”
I almost spoke to tell him we would end it right away but he kept talking.
“And I feel thrilled,” he continued, looking me in the eye with a smile again. I could hear Loc pissing behind the closed bathroom door. “It feels, I don’t know, taboo. I feel inferior to him, in an exciting way. It’s like taking my submission — my submissive pleasure — to a whole new level. You’ve always been so dominant, so controlling, in a way that other people might call toxic but I love and crave. Seeing you being the one dominated and controlled and used and degraded is unbelievably hot. I still respect you and I still see the dominant man I married, the man who is naturally both a kind, gentle, affectionate lover and a harsh, brutal, sadistic dom. I fell in love with you because you’re both of those things and I need both of those things.”
Loc turned on the sink and I heard him washing his hands as William continued.
“That just makes the feeling even more incredible,” William said. “Seeing you reduced to a sub slut by him really emphasizes his power and beauty. It makes me want to submit to him with you, even if that means being pushed out of the sexual relationship. Actually, especially if it means that. I know eventually our lack of sex life between just the two of us will be torture, but I’m actually looking forward to it. I know it’ll probably get to the point where we don’t fuck at all, but that makes it even more compelling. You’re still my husband. Our marriage has never been just about sex, anyway. And we’ve both almost constantly had side pieces and I’ve loved thinking about you off with some other slut when you’re not with me. Now not only knowing but seeing that you’re the slut is so wild. Feeling neglected and knowing that while he’s drilling you’re hole you forget I’m even here, it makes me so horny. I want to embrace that feeling. I want to go deeper, feel more and more inferior and neglected and replaceable. I to embrace an even more extreme submission to you and shared submission to him. It’s such a mind fuck and I love it.”
His words left my heart racing, butterflies in my stomach, bees in my head.
“I love you so fucking much,” I whispered. “Nothing’s ever gonna change that. No matter what happens with Loc, I’ll always love you so, so fucking much.”
“I love you, too,” he said, his smile even wider. “So, so fucking much.”
I took him by the jaw and kissed him, deep and passionate, pouring the excitement and lust and sweet energy I felt from the deviancy and debauchery of it all into the action.
I heard the door open and Loc walk back into the room but didn’t stop. Instead my free hand went behind William’s head and held it there as Loc laid back down on the bed.
When I broke the kiss, Loc immediately grabbed me by the jaw, just as I’d done William, and kissed me just as deeply. When he let me go of me he looked at William.
“You two have such an awesome marriage,” he said with a little laugh to my husband as he moved my hand to his hard cock. I stroked it and looked at William as Loc continued, seeing my husband eyeing the handjob I was giving our new shared dom.
“And I’m gonna make it so much better,” Loc continued. “Maybe a little worse, too, and you’re both gonna love it. I’m gonna make sure you still have your romance and love, but I’ll control both of you sexually. It’ll add tension and strong emotions and I already know you’ll both thrive and grow closer, even while I claim ownership of your bodies and totally devastate your sex lives.”
My husband responded without thinking.
“Thank you, sir,” he said, his voice thick with genuine, lusty gratitude.
With that he moved William away from me and laid between us. He pulled us both close to him and held us there, then started kissing me as William watched. When he was done kissing me he removed my hand from his cock and held me to his chest just as he was holding William.
It was another 20 minutes before Loc got up and dressed himself. His cock was still hard but he ignored it. He let me get mostly dressed — wearing jeans but no underwear or shirt — but told William he would stay naked.
“And don’t you dare even try to touch your little milky dick,” Loc ordered him, a little bite in his tone.
We went into the living room, where Loc, fully dressed, and I, shirtless, sat on the couch. He pulled me in to him and cuddled me with my head on his phenomenal chest, tweaking my nipple once as he did. My dick was hard as stone and I got even more excited when I saw my husband standing in front of us, naked and unsure what to do with his bottom boy tool sticking out in front of him.
William and Loc were both so beautiful, but Loc’s power and innate authority were a drug to me, so intoxicating that his Adonis looks were accentuated, emphasized. I didn’t understand how they could both be so stunning yet so different until experiencing Loc’s dominance and power. That part of our Vietnamese neighbor’s personality made him practically a mythological character, a Greek god of seduction, sex and dominance incarnated as a Southeast Asian man. Being on the receiving end of his control and dominance, feeling his powerful cock drive into me, giving in to him as he manhandled me and hurt me and made me feel pleasure I’d never felt before, it all made him that much more divine.
Loc was strong, his lean muscle being only part of it. William was weak despite his time working out, unable to project the same authority as Loc. It was something I loved about him before, something I still loved about him but that couldn’t compete with Loc as I found myself craving subservience to my Asian Daddy.
He stood there looking meek and submissive and a little confused, something that had Loc not been there would have made me pounce him, make him moan and cry in pain-driven pleasure, spit on his face then lick it off and kiss him, pound and breed him while calling him a slut and a faggot then hold him close after we’d both unleashed our loads, mine inside him and his all over his own body before I took him in my arms, kissed him, told him how valuable and loved he was, called him a good boy and made sure he enjoyed everything.
Now I wanted to be on the receiving end of it, with Loc as my rough and dominant top.
William, with his milky pale skin and light eyes, was underwhelming as he rocked back and forth from his left to right foot, desperately horny and unable to do anything about it not because he was restrained but because a superior Asian Man had forbidden it, couldn’t hope to compare to Loc.
I thought for a second how in my thoughts I’d emphasized Loc’s race in comparing him to William. I’ve never believed in racial superiority of any sort but Loc had brought race into our play several times and my mind found the racial justification for his dominance a comfortable explanation, something it could prop up and say, “This! This is why you find him so intoxicating and why it’s so easy to obey and submit to him!” Because I couldn’t make much sense of it otherwise.
So I was able to understand at least on some level why William’s 2% milk skin made him less attractive to me than Loc with his golden tan skin, why William’s pink tits we’re less appealing that Loc’s light brown nipples, why his white cut dick was less mouthwatering than Loc’s uncut Asian cock.
I felt a little bad about it, but I could see how much William was enjoying this. Over the years he’d pushed me to become more dominant and made himself more submissive to me. He wanted more and more degradation with slightly less affirmation in our aftercare. This situation was an ultimate degradation for him, cast aside as a hole I no longer needed to use and made to watch as I instead gave my attention and devotion to a man who was turning me into the hole.
“Go make us drinks and then sit at my feet, cuck,” William ordered with a sadistic smirk. “And by us I mean the cocktails are for my boy and me. You can have water if you’re thirsty, I guess.”
Despite his dejected position, William had a little extra happiness in his step as he went to the kitchen and got to work making two cocktails. Loc grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and put on a gay drama about a Swedish prince who falls in love at a boarding school.
“Think this will be good to watch, babe?” Loc asked me loudly enough for William to hear and obviously for his benefit.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said at the same volume, feeling a little thrill at being called babe in front of my husband and letting William hear me, his top husband, obediently address my new boyfriend as “Daddy.”
I saw William look up at us with what I originally interpreted as longing but quickly realized was desperate lust. He was mixing the drinks for us, seemingly absentminded. My whole body was filled with constant crashing waves of ecstasy, guilt, lust, shame and excitement. I had to keep reminding myself that William was turned on by seeing me “cheat” on him. When he came back over, William had a little more confidence. He handed us the drinks, Loc first then me, and then quickly sat down on the floor at Loc’s feet.
Loc drew me in closer to him, pulling me so I was putting my right on his chest and side and underarm, sideways in the couch with my legs folded under me, then spread his legs. William instinctively moved between them and leaned back against the couch. I expected Loc to do something like pet the top of his head or put his legs over William’s shoulder but he didn’t. Instead he just ignored him.
We watched a couple episodes of the drama and sipped our drinks, my dick painfully hard as Loc teased my body off and on the whole time, until Loc got hungry. I saw him pull out his phone and open an app to order food. I watched as he ordered three bowls of ramen and a plate of spring rolls.
“Go get dressed Willy,” Loc commanded him as he put his phone away.
William waited a second for an explanation that didn’t come and Loc grew impatient. He jabbed William in the side with his foot and repeated himself. My husband stood and walked to the bedroom then into the bathroom, where he got dressed.
When he came back, Loc gave him the address for the restaurant and told him to go get our dinner.
“It’s under Willy,” Loc said with a devious grin. “You’d better give them that name when you pick it up. Tell them, “I’m Willy.”
William agreed, a little annoyed and a little turned on by the disrespect. Loc told William to be safe and sent him on his way.
I thought Loc was gonna do something the moment William walked out the door but he didn’t. Instead, he just held me there, my ear against his chest to hear his heartbeat and breathing. I felt so comfortable in his arms.
William told me countless times that he felt safe in my arms. It didn’t make sense to me, partly because I didn’t know what he needed to feel safe from and partly because half the time it was during aftercare, following a rough fuck or even a torture session where I hurt him for my pleasure (and his, it should be noted that William is a glutton for pain), listened to him whimper and yelp, made him cry out in pain, sometimes made him actually cry. How could he feel safe in the arms of the man who’d dominated him, treated him like nothing but a hole and abused his body?
It made sense now. Loc had humiliated and dehumanized me on multiple occasions. He’d taken control, made me do things I was incredibly uncomfortable with, things that should have made me resent him, and yet being held by him I felt safe.
When William would say he felt safe when I held him, I knew I would never let anybody cause him real, lasting pain or or any actual danger. I figured that played into it but it still hadn’t ever made sense. I’d told him that, as long as he enjoyed it, his body was mine to hurt how I wanted, when I wanted, where I wanted, but that I would never let anybody else harm him. Sure, he could be hurt by friends with benefits or hookups if he wanted, but if I ever found out he’d been hurt without or beyond his consent it would be the end of that man.
I loved the control and power and his misery was delicious to me. He loved being controlled, being wanted, being possessed, and his brain was wired to interpret the pain in those scenarios as pleasure. That may have played into it, I figured. I was, in a strange and debaucherous way, the man who provided him what he needed. Sure, it was in the way I wanted, but I wanted him to enjoy it. He could trust me, and maybe viewing me as that provider of his twisted needs paired with that trust made him feel safe.
I knew now that the knowledge that I would hurt and use William but wouldn’t let anybody else harm him probably played a role in that sense of security. Now I knew it was a massive part of it. I felt safe in Loc’s embrace, not from anything specific but rather from everything. From the world. He was a man who pushed me, challenged me, embarrassed me, humiliated me, objectified me, gave consent on my behalf, without consulting me, for other men to fuck my face and ass.
He was the man who inserted himself into my marriage, told me I couldn’t have sex with my own husband without his permission. He was the man who I felt certain would eventually make me endure the same kind of pain play as I sometimes made William experience. That terrified me. I didn’t know if I would enjoy it the same way William did. In fact, it was William who pushed our pain play into erotic torture territory. Hurting him that much, whipping and spanking and caning him and all the toys and gear meant to cause pain, even that was scary to me at first. I’d always had a sadistic streak in me, but William had to encourage me to get truly rough. He had to teach me to enjoy hurting him. Being on the receiving end of that really did terrify me.
But even thinking of the pain Loc may one day want to cause me, I trusted him and felt safe. It was, I realized, simply because it was Loc. His personality. His behavior. His strength and innate authority. It was all demonstrated in the way he dominated me, dominated my husband, was hijacking our marriage. It all illustrated his qualification to be my protector even as he used and abused me. I felt I could relate my dominant side, or maybe rather my dominant history, to his own dominance. If I dominated a sub he belonged to me, and I always take good care of what belongs to me.
Which would mean that I belong to Loc. Relishing in the smoothness and warmth of his skin, I thought back to the sex club and how in my lust clouded mind I’d wanted that, wanted Loc to take me as a possession. William was my husband who I would always love, but I wanted to belong to Loc.
I let out a soft, involuntary moan as I realized I wanted William to see me become Loc’s possession. I wanted him to be devastated by it and at the same time love it, to get off on the pain of seeing me forsake any pretense of faithfulness to him.
Loc heard that moan and took note. He looked down at me and when I felt his movement I looked up at him. He smiled down at me for a moment, then moved one of my hands to his cock, letting me feel its hardness through his clothes.
“You want this big Asian cock so bad, huh?” Loc asked. I nodded up at him with pleading eyes. “Want your husband to walk back in with the dinner I sent him for and see you forgetting about him.”
I didn’t respond, knowing the answer was yes but feeling guilty. Loc picked up on it.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he changed both our positions and started undoing his pants. “He’s gonna love seeing it.”
Loc lifted his awesome ass off the couch and shoved his pants down to his knees before sitting back down. He put one hand on the back of my head and used the other to hoist his heavy cock up. I opened my mouth as he guided me down.
“Take your time, I’m in the mood to be admired and I wanna feel your admiration in the way you serve my cock,” he told me.
I did as he said, slowly moving up and down, using my tongue to sense the details of his golden rod and paint a mental image of what I had in my mouth.
“Willy is a masochist,” Loc continued. I listened to my words as I tried to fully express my admiration and adoration for him in my worship of his cock. “You know that, but I don’t think you fully realize he’s not just a physical masochist but an emotional masochist, too.”
I pulled back so his head was held by my lips, looking up to Loc as he spoke. I kissed the head, practically making out with it as hearing him tell me about my own husband drove me sexually insane. Loc kept talking but his voice grew husky and breathy in lust and enjoyment of my attention.
“You’ve been too busy worrying and fighting off that guilt to realize, he’s been seconds away from cumming this whole time,” Loc said. “Seeing you put me before him, make my pleasure more important than his feelings, he loves it. You can ask him, he’ll admit it. He’s your husband. You’ve promised to out each other first. He knows you love him, which is why it makes the jealousy and maybe even a little bit of betrayal, the way you’re throwing away that vow to put him fist, so delicious for him.”
Loc left it at that as I continued worshipping him through his cock. I relaxed and leaned into it. Sucking on his cock so intentionally and passionately felt like both prayer to Loc and a meditative experience. I took him down to the balls, held him halfway in my mouth and massaged his shaft with my tongue, licked and kissed the head. I barely heard the door open. When I looked up I saw William standing there, a bag in his hand and a stunned look on his face. I didn’t stop sucking but just looked at him. He looked hurt by it.
And, of course, his free hand went right to the front of his pants to adjust his spontaneous erection.
“Strip then serve us our food,” Loc ordered him. “You’ll sit on the floor to eat, other side of the coffee table.”
I was about to stop sucking and sit upright to eat but Loc gently placed a hand on top of my head. William set the food down on the kitchen counter just inside the doorway and stripped like he was told.
Such a good boy, I thought, feeling proud of how submissive and obedient my husband was. When we met, William was submissive in bed and a pain slut but wasn’t submissive in other parts of his life. I’d trained him well, taught him to be obedient to me without question, and it was exciting to see him join me in my submission to Loc.
Stripped completely, William brought the food to us. I kept my loving attention on Loc’s cock as he walked over, watching him as he watched me. His dick was as hard as it could possibly be, sticking out straight ahead and bobbing with each step. He looked jealous and deeply hurt, but I trusted what Loc said and banished the guilt I felt. It let me see everything else Loc mentioned. Willy was so happy, a newly awakened thirst for the sting of seeing his husband break the vow to but him first by ignoring him in favor of our perfect Viet neighbor being constantly sated, like a man lost in the desert drinking from a cool, clean, flowing river.
Willy laid out our dishes in their to-go containers and collected the glasses he’d served our drinks in. He came back with two more cocktails and a water for himself. When he sat on the other side of the table, he watched us awkwardly as I continued making oral love to Loc’s cock. Loc pet my head and gently kept my down on him for a few minutes before removing his hand.
“Let’s eat,” he said casually. “Give it a kiss and put it away.”
I pulled off his cock and looked at it, slicked up and shiny with my spit. My hole twitched, craving another fuck in front of my husband. I hoped Loc would fuck me at least one more time before going to sleep, but that wouldn’t be right now. I looked at the plump head, a bead of precum appearing on the tip, then leaned in and kissed right on his piss slit, slurping up that pre, then put it back in his pants, zipped them and buttoned them and fastened his belt.
The awkwardness as we ate was palpable and strangely more delicious than the food. Thinking on what Loc had said I saw the signs that Willy was enjoying this. He kept trying to reach for his cock, the drooling hardness distracting him from his food, but stopped himself each time. His breathing was a little heavier than normal, and not because of the spiciness of the ramen Loc picked for us — we both loved spicy food.
Seeing his discomfort would have concerned me, but discovering all the signs that he was loving this made it so hot for me. Loc would do little things to make it even more awkward, and I’m sure that was his intention. He fed me a piece of pork from his ramen, dabbed at my lips with a napkin, stroked my thigh and up to my crotch. About halfway through, seeing Willy squirm in masochistic joy, I decided to lean into it.
I set my food down at one point to get a drink, leaning my head on Loc’s shoulder and looking up at him adoringly for a few seconds and saw out of the corner of my eye that Willy was torn between wanting to look away and wanting to feel ignored and neglected by his husband. I made sure my right leg was touching his left and kept it there, rested my arm on his thigh while chewing, fed him a spring roll and when I finished eating before either of them I crawled around behind Loc, who was sitting at the edge of the couch to eat, and spread my legs wide to sit behind him and gently massage his shoulders.
I don’t think Willy saw me checking in on him from time to time, but I do know Loc was getting off on my decision to really get into blatantly submitting to him at the cost of attention due Willy. When we finished dinner, Loc leaned back against me and pulled my arms around his waist to hold him from behind.
We watched some more TV for a while, all of us tired from the day’s activities. Willy didn’t have to be asked to clear the table an hour or two after we finished eating and even asked permission to get dressed to take out the trash when he was done. While he was out taking the trash to the chute, Loc laid his head back on my shoulder and relaxed.
“It’s so sweet how your relationship developed before you met me,” he said with a sigh at one point, not opening his eyes.
It had been a long day for all of us but for the first time I realized that despite his confidence and authority, Loc must be as emotionally exhausted as I felt and I’m sure Willy was, too. I thought back to the times I took a big leap of faith with a sub of my own, introducing something new and maybe even boundary-pushing. I always approached it with an air of unbothered sureness, but that hid a deeper concern over the situation.
A lot of people unfamiliar with kink think doms are truly, 100% confident. Some think the role of a dom requires significantly less work than a sub. Having been a dom my whole life and now gaining rapid and intense experience in being a sub, I knew that wasn’t true. Being a good submissive is hard work. It’s rewarding, it’s thrilling, it’s fulfilling and it’s satisfying for someone who truly enjoys submitting, but it’s hard work.
But despite the impression most doms want to give their subs, being a good dominant partner is just as physically and mentally exhausting. Sometimes even more so. The pressure is on the dominant partner to set the tone, set the pace, read the submissive’s true limits (many overstate what they can enjoy or even endure while others underestimate themselves and can be shown carefully how far they can actually go). And the dom often feels pressure to hide apprehensions, doubts and fears to maintain the character of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing, to protect that sense of authority.
Like submitting, it is rewarding and exciting and fulfilling and satisfying, but there is extra responsibility. And what Loc did that day, demanding a new and intense form of submission from both my husband and me and then solidifying his place as a man naturally dominant with the right to control us — that had to be a big emotional strain. He’d invested time and energy and, yes, emotion into me and this new and scary relationship, and today was a real test of our willingness and interest to go to the next step. We could have said no, which would have been disappointing, but we could have also reacted dramatically.
I knew Loc was talking to my husband separate from me so he may have fished enough details to know that this turned Willy on, but Willy’s surprise at many of the demands, revelations and activities showed Loc didn’t discuss his plans in detail with my husband. He took a risk, especially pushing it so far so quickly, but it seemed at least so far that he made a good decision.
“I really can tell you love each other,” Loc said, interrupting my train of thought. “I can tell that you’re nervous about hurting him in a serious way, one that he won’t enjoy in his own masochistic mind.”
He was right. I loved seeing William experience joy, and he had an overload of it when I hurt him. I may never fully understand the extent to which he likes being hurt and degraded, but it had always been seeing how much he enjoyed the pain that turned me on more than anything. I got off on inflicting it sometimes, but the most rewarding part for me had always been William’s enjoyment.
“But you don’t need to worry about that,” Loc continued. “I told you that I’m not going to interfere with your marriage and I keep my promises. I’m gonna fuck up your power dynamics, I’ll manipulate and control both of you, but I will never allow myself to push it so far that your relationship with your husband is truly wounded.”
That was reassuring, especially since Loc seemed to have an ever better finger on Willy’s pulse in this situation. I trusted him.
“Your lives are gonna change,” Loc went on. “You might have some growing pains, but the only reason I decided to introduce the two of you to the idea of cucking and offer you the opportunity it to explore it with me is because you seemed like a good match. Trust that I’ll be careful and deliberate.”
I tightened my arms around him, wanting to be closer to Loc despite our bodies being in contact in every possible place given our position. Relief washed over me. It wasn’t just his words, it was what I already knew about him and the way he said them.
This was the man who pegged me as a dormant submissive slut after one meeting, something I didn’t even know about myself. Loc knew how to read people. He was the one who’d planned for our trip to the sex shop, putting me in a position that left me terrified and feeling so incredibly vulnerable but in which I was truly safe and even enjoyed the fear and discomfort. He’s the one who took me to the sex club and screened the men who would fuck me without me even noticing.
He took my safety seriously.
Loc grabbed my arms and broke my hold of him before manhandling me out from behind him, sliding back and positioning me on his lap, facing him.
“I want you and your husband to be happy together,” Loc said. “I’ll admit it again, and I’ll admit it a thousand more times: I’m gonna get off on fucking your marriage up, but it’s not enjoyable for me unless it’s enjoyable for you, and it won’t be pleasant for any of us if what I do to manipulate your marriage ends with the two of you fighting or splitting. What I do will bring the two of you closer. You might not always realize you enjoy at first, but still only things that the two of you will enjoy. Does that make sense?”
I nodded.
“I’ve always been the same way,” I told him. “Any time I played with a sub, I got off and fucking with his mind as much as his body, but I would only enjoy it as long as I knew the sub would be satisfied with it, too.”
Loc smiled at me.
“Good,” he replied. “I want to completely alter your marriage, I want to make myself an important part of not only your life but William’s life, too.”
There it was again, Loc calling him William. I now knew for certain that when he wanted to have a serious heart to heart, Loc would be blunt but respectful.
“I want to transform the two of you into a couple of white sluts desperate for my big, golden Asian cock,” he went on as he moved my arms to wrap them around the back of my neck.. “I want to make the two of you mine. My property. I want to humiliate you, degrade you, objectify you, sometimes scare you. I want to become the center of your lives for as long as we’re in this. And I want you to love it.”
I felt butterflies in my stomach as he spoke. All of it was terrifying. All of it was uncharted. All of it was taboo. Exciting. Novel. Enticing.
I also felt Loc’s hard cock on my ass. Through his underwear, his jeans and my own jeans I could still feel the size of it. Feel the warmth of its rage as his lust fought to get that cock in something. I wanted to be that something.
Loc reached up and took the left side of my face in his right hand, caressing my cheek.
“I’m gonna change who you are as people,” Loc said. “I’m gonna manipulate you, brainwash you and mold you into the people I want you to be, make you into two husbands who grow closer every day on your own but also in your shared submission to me.”
I thought about that. My mind went back to the shower, Willy and me, on our knees and enjoying Loc’s cock together. I really did feel a new type of intimacy with Willy during that. Like a new bond was being formed. I wanted to feel it again, and feel it stronger.
I had a question but I wanted to ask Loc without possibly being interrupted by Willy walking back in. He’d already been gone a little longer than I expected. I looked at the door and Loc followed my gaze.
“The trash chute on this side of the apartment isn’t working,” he told me. “He’ll have to walk to the other side of the building and back. We have time. Ask.”
The way he knew I had a question without me saying anything was yet another (strange) turn on. It was a skill I never developed as a dom, being able to read my subs that well. But maybe I was just an especially easy sub to read.
“How will we change?” I asked him.
My voice was low in tone and volume, so turned on thinking about all the ways I could be forever altered by Loc. And the words he used — fucking christ. He was so up front. He wanted to manipulate us, brainwash us and mold us? He wanted to fuck up our marriage? And through it all, he wanted us to fall in love with our new roles? It was amazing.
“Well,” Loc said, pausing. I think he was trying to decide how much of it he wanted to keep a surprise and how much he was willing to share. His breathing and the occasional involuntary cock twitches I felt on my ass told me he was getting hot over the conversation. “For one thing you’re both going to become more submissive. Willy’s still your boy and he’ll always belong to you, but you’re gonna embrace your role under me and so, by extent, I’ll have more control over him.”
I nodded my head, so turned on my breathing threatened to turn into panting.
“For you specifically, I want to fuck up your mind so much that you don’t ever think about being dominant anymore unless I bring it up,” Loc continued. “You’re definitely gonna be fucking Willy in the future, but primarily while I’m watching. It’ll be so hot to watch you unleash your dominant side on him, watch how you think about how I’ve emasculated you and stripped you of autonomy and then take it out on him. See you display power and authority and dominance, and see how much he loves that part of you. Then put you back in your place.”
Now I was panting.
“You’re gonna change the way you think of yourself,” Loc went on. “You’re going to become more authentic to your submissive side, and I also want to change what that means. I’m gonna inflate that part of you, get rid of other parts of your personality to make room for it. I’m gonna make you more confident. You’re already very self assured, but I want you to grow that and even become confident in me. You’re gonna want everyone to know that you’re my boy and I’m your alpha Viet daddy, you’re gonna be so confident in your submission to me that you want everyone to know.”
I only partially registered that I was lightly grinding on Loc’s jeans-covered cock now.
“And for both of you, I’m gonna change your identity culturally,” Loc said with a devious grin that told me this was something he was particularly excited about. “I’m gonna fuck you up in the head so much, you’re gonna truly believe that you belong beneath me. I’m gonna alter your fucking mind so you see me as your superior, not just because of my personality but because I’m Viet. Gonna make you rethink your view of Asian men. Gonna rewire your brians so see the fact that I’m Asian and you’re white as the foundation for your subservience to me, with all my other superior alpha qualities as just extra proof on top of my race.”
I whimpered at that. Something about it that I’ll never be able to fully explain made me so excited and desperate. He was describing a domination of my husband and me that was so invasive, so depraved. It was like some sort of ultimate domination and control, to alter his subs’ minds to view him as indisputably superior on the basis of his race before anything else.
It would make our submission to him a forgone conclusion — the fact that he is sexy and kind and powerful and dominant, manipulative, caring, sadistic, smart, talented and, again, just stunningly beautiful only bolstering a natural authority endowed by his simply being Asian. Cementing his right to have us as if we were possessions by twisting our worldview to see our whiteness as an unarguable flaw and his Asianness as an undeniable superiority.
And as I thought about it, that’s exactly what he was suggesting: racial superiority. Loc had just told me that he was going to warp our minds to believe in Asian supremacy. It wasn’t the first time he’d introduced raceplay into our relationship, but it was the most forward expression of how far he intended to take it.
I should have been repulsed, as I probably should have been with other things to this point, but I wasn’t. In fact, his intention to go to such an extreme only increased his magnetism.
“You’re not to tell Willy about any of that,” Loc added, his tone suddenly stern. “It’ll be more enjoyable for all of us if he doesn’t know. I’ll get to watch you change despite knowing what I’m doing, even possibly despite moral or ethical objections. And you and I will be able to watch together as Willy changes without knowing what the end goal is.”
“What if that’s too far for him?” I asked, worrying again about my husband’s place in this new relationship despite Loc’s reassurances that he would care for both of us and make sure we enjoyed his control and scheming.
“I’m not exactly gonna be subtle about it,” Loc said with a chuckle. “We’ll take it slow so you can both adapt and get comfortable bit by bit, but if he has any serious objections he’ll voice them. He may be submissive and docile, but I’m sure you know that’ll change if anything goes too far for him.”
I nodded slowly as I thought about that. It was true. Willy would resist if it was too far. No, not just resist. My husband would shut the whole thing down with the same assuredness and finality I would.
“I can tell you want this,” Loc said, moving a hand from my hip to brush my hard dick fighting to escape my jeans. “I’m confident he will, too, but if he doesn’t I’ll respect that. But I have no doubt that being disrespected is a part of what you’re both gonna enjoy about the process.”
The sexual tension was about to erupt. Hearing him lay out his plans for not only my future but also that of the love of my life was so wrong and so fucking hot. And hearing him say he thinks we want to be disrespected was just the icing on top. Especially since he was right.
I’ve always prided myself on my sexual self control. Like when I’m with a sub, I can tease him to the point of torturing him with touches and sensations, play with his body to keep him horny without even a hint of relief for hours, restraining myself from just going all out and fucking him despite how desperately I want it and how pathetically he begs for it. But now I was on the edge of breaking, of shoving Loc to the couch and aggressively stripping us both of our pants and shoving his cock up inside my pussy with such fervent enthusiasm and primal need. The tension was exhausting me. My eyes were heavy lidded, my hole yearning for his cock, my lips thirsting for his.
“I want you to disrespect me so bad,” I said without thinking. “I want you to put me down, put me in my place, be rude and harsh and even sometimes cruel.”
Loc smirked.
“I know you do, baby,” he answered. “Such a desperate little faggot slut. You wanna be totally mine. My little pale skinned cumslut obsessed with me and constantly needy for my big Asian cock.”
I couldn’t respond and just looked at him with pleading eyes as I nodded. A flash in Loc’s eyes hinted at a hunger within him that matched my own, though better concealed than my ravenous lust. Then the look came back and Loc stopped trying to suppress it.
“Come here, you fucking stupid mayoskin bitch,” he growled as he wrapped his arms tightly around me and yanked me forward on his lap, one hand shooting up my back to the back of my neck, his strong and calloused fingers gripping me there as he pulled my head in and our lips collided as his other hand took ahold of my ass.
My insides, my very soul, exploded as our lips met. My arms around the back of his neck tightened and tensed. My pussy quivered and my dick jerked over and over, each time pushing out a waterfall of precum. I felt lightheaded and with my eyes closed I suddenly felt as if I were in an infinite void, just Loc, me and the couch. I slipped one hand to the back of his head and pawed at his hair as if desperate to grab ahold of something for fear I would slip off his lap and plummet into that void, as if trying to anchor myself to him.
I moaned into Loc’s mouth and he into mine. His tongue slipped from his lips to brush mine, and when I opened up he slipped his tongue into my mouth and began battling with my own. In that moment, so overwhelmed with rabid lust for Loc, I felt as if my body were melting into his, we were becoming one. I tried to reach between us to get to his cock but Loc was holding me so closely, so tightly to him that I couldn’t. When I kept trying he bit my lip, hard. It pushed me past any resemblance to a man with self control. I kissed him like I was dying of thirst and he was water.
It was mindless. There wasn’t a single thought in my mind, only sensations. The fullness of his lips. The invasion of my mouth by his tongue. The warmth of his smooth skin. The softness of his thick hair. The bulge of his muscles as he held me tightly. The heat of his rapid breath. The calloused on his hand holding me by the back of the neck. The squeezing and groping of my ass. The twitch and flex of his cock. The quivering of my hole. The precum moistening my entire crotch and marking the front of my jeans. The overload of hormones and endorphins and dopamine transporting me to a borderline hallucinatory state.
Loc repositioned his hands under my ass and lifted us both off the couch just enough to spin us together and collapse back onto the couch, me now under him with my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands groped me all over. One found my throat and squeezed. He was getting excited. He restricted my already labored breathing but didn’t cut it off. I reveled in the strength of his grip, the weight of his body on top of me. The hand not on my throat found its way to the top of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it a little. My hands found their way under the back of his shirt and explored the flexing muscles there until the sensory overload caused me to involuntarily dig my nails into his back. That only spurred him on as he growled into our interlocked lips and he pulled harder on my hair, squeezed tighter on my throat.
I lost track of time. Forgot what time was. It could have been minutes. It could have been seconds. It could have been hours or days or a full eternity. I had no concept of space, that feeling of a void growing into a sense of reality.
I wasn’t just horny. I was lust manifest.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Like I’d transcended existence and become pure, formless energy. With my eyes closed there was blackness interrupted only by images of Loc flashing forth from my memory. The first time we met in the hall. The first time I saw him naked, all his glory on full display. His face after making love to me the first time. The gorgeous, narcissistic expression as he watched himself fuck me in the mirror at the sex club. The sadistic pleasure on his face and he punished me behind the sex shop. His smirks and smiles and grins. His chest and abs and arms. His expressive eyes. His big hands calloused from time in the gym. His tattoos.
And his cock. His beautiful, glorious, strong, big, intoxicating, big golden Asian cock. Unable to process a single thought, my hands involuntarily forced their way between us and to his pants. The front of his jeans was wet with precum. His cock was pulsing as more and more of the stuff flowed out. The heat was just incredible. I fumbled hopelessly with the belt until Loc lifted his body off mine without interrupting our kiss and let go of my throat and hair and whipped off his belt, letting it fly across the room. I managed the button and zipper on my own and then Loc pushed down and wriggled his way out of them, all while keeping our lips joined in a sloppy, uncontrolled kiss. The moment his pants and underwear were free of his cock it was in my hands.
It was no wonder we didn’t hear the door open or hear Willy come in. Loc broke the kiss to bring his cock to my lips, intent on fucking my skull like a fleshlight, when we both noticed Willy on the floor next to the couch, mouth gaping, breath ragged and heavy, dick in his hand and leaking so much precum onto the floor I thought he’d made himself nut. He froze and Loc and I were yanked from the universe devoid of anything but us and brought abruptly back to reality.
We didn’t immediately stop our groping and pawing as Loc started feasting on one of my exposed nipples. Willy was literally drooling and I was hypnotized by his mind numbing arousal that mirrored my own. Loc looked over to him and realized Willy’s hand, though now frozen as he and I held eye contact, an unspoken agreement that we loved seeing each other in this position, was gripping his cock.
Our Viet dom bull grabbed Willy’s wrist and yanked his hand away before delivering a smack across his face. My immediate instinct was to pound my fist into Loc’s face to touching my husband that way, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He was both our dom, and Willy was an eager pain slut. I saw his dick twitch wildly, as if he were about to cum from just the slap. He was silent for a split second and then moaned softly.
He’d liked it, and I realized uncomfortably I had, too. Intellectually I knew Loc would treat Willy as a sub just as I did but my mind took a half moment to reconcile that with what I’d seen.
“You stupid, pathetic, impulsive, white monkey loser,” Loc growled at him, his words spat like venom. It took my horniness to yet another level to hear him insult Willy with such thick contempt. The way Willy drew a staggering breath would sound to most like he was about to cry but I’d heard it countless times and knew he was overwhelmed by the sexual ecstasy of being degraded so harshly. “I told you not to touch your pasty little prick. We’ll deal with your lack of self control later.”
Loc grabbed Willy by his ear and pulled my husband’s face close to his own.
“Go lie face down on the floor on the other side of the table and wait for me to decide what I’m gonna do to you for disobeying me,” Loc commanded him. “You will be disciplined for this and you will learn to obey me.”
Loc turned back to me as Willy slinked off to lie face down on the floor like he was told, his expression doing nothing to hide his depraved, excited apprehension.
“Go get that pussy ready for me,” Loc said, his tone adoring. “I’ll join you when I hear the shower turn on. We’re gonna take a break and let this anticipation build even more, but I wanna toy with your body in the shower while you get it ready for me to use again. When we go to bed tonight, I’m gonna eat that white barbarian boycunt to oblivion then fuck you so hard you’ll go insane.”
Loc had the incredible talent of making my eyes roll back with just his words. The hard twist on both my nipples made me let out a pain-tinged moan and unleashed a fresh torrent of precum from my dick. When he stood I obediently rose from the couch, finding my entire body shaky and weak, and made my way to the bathroom.
I douched my whiteboy pussy and turned on the shower and, true to his word, Loc appeared fully nude to join me. I was awestruck by him, my brain still numbed by extraordinary lust incapable of comprehending his beauty. He was sculpted as a god, his flawless, hairless golden skin visually soft and his muscles, moving with each step, so intentionally defined. His jawline was perfect, his lips so inviting as they curved into an adoring grin. I found myself unable to move until Loc, his hair still messy from my desperate grasping at it when we were on the couch, placed a strong, calloused hand on my shoulder. I looked up to lock eyes with him. He gave my shoulder a squeeze that freed me from my physical malfunction and allowed me to step into the shower.
Under the hot stream, Loc soaped up my body but avoided my throbbing, aching dick. He traced my muscles and massaged my ass before spreading me open to get to the entrance of my hole-turned-Loc’s cocksleeve. He leaned down and his lips met mine at the exact moment his middle finger found my hole. His lips and mine danced again, this time slower and more leisurely. He massaged my hole for a while before slipping his finger in, the soap washed away when we stumbled into the stream of water but my hole was relaxed like it had never been in thoughtless open of being penetrated, so Alex’s finger slid inside me easily. He moved that finger around to play with my hole but was careful to avoid my g-spot. He could tell I was on a hair trigger.
Loc pulled me back out of the water and spun me around, withdrew his finger and put his index, middle and ring fingers all at my lips. I would do that as a dom after fingering a sub. If he opened his mouth and sucked in the finger that had just been inside him, I knew he was confident he’d cleaned himself out well. I knew I had so I opened my watering mouth and licked and sucked on his fingers to get them wet. Then Loc went back to my hole. His lips again joined mine as he slipped his middle finger in and immediately added his index finger. It stretched me lightly and I let out of soft moan into his kissing mouth. He twisted his fingers inside me, again careful to avoid my button, then quickly added the ring finger. He took his time playing with my hole and stretching it back out while his other hand traveled my body, from playing with my full and aching balls to stroking up and down my abs to pinching, twisting, flicking and rubbing my hard nipples.
My hands were behind Loc’s back, holding his prominent muscles as my mind rolled in sexual overstimulation. I tried to move one hand around to grab the impossibly rigid cock poking me in the hip but Loc intercepted my hand and returned it to his back. He broke the kiss and grabbed me by the jaw to turn my head to the left and attack my right ear with his tongue. I was weak and starting to lose my balance so Loc wrapped his arm around me as he continued working my pussy with his fingers. I yearned for him to hit my g-spot, certain that one good brush would leave my dick erupting with an unbelievable orgasm, and yet at the same time hoped I would never cum. I was addicted to the sexual brain fog and wanted it to last forever.
Loc eventually moved back, drawing his fingers slowly out of my hole, and looked me in the eyes.
“You’re such a good slut,” he said with an affectionate smile.
I could do nothing but look back up at him with admiration. Loc smiled a little bigger at that for a moment then turned and switched off the water. I was disappointed the shower was over because I wanted to indulge in Loc’s perfect body, but I knew we’d already been in about 20 minutes because the heat was already starting to fade from the water.
“I’m about to go back over to my apartment to grab a few things,” Loc said. “I’ll be about 10 minutes. I want you to talk to Willy and make sure he’s OK. He’s a mess right now, he’s so horny, but I still want you to try. Absolutely no physical contact, though. I don’t want either of you losing control and doing anything to give yourselves or each other any sort of sexual pleasure.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered.
“It’s already pretty late, so when I get back we’ll go ahead and get his punishment taken care of before I fuck your brains out,” Loc finished. “Oh, and when I get back you’re gonna punish Willy yourself, since he’s your husband.”
He got out of the shower, threw a towel at me and dried himself off with another as he walked out of the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and used mouth rinse then did an abbreviated version of my skincare routine, wanting to look my best and have fresh minty breath for Loc to enjoy when he returned, then walked out to find Willy on the floor, face down. Loc had bound his wrists behind his back with some soft rope I kept in the TV stand for easy access and his hard dick was bent down to poke between his legs, pointing to his feet. I knew from our pain play that this was something that hurt when he was this hard, but something he enjoyed. I figured Loc guessed he would enjoy it and left him with his dick like this to keep him aroused by the pain.
I walked up toward him and sat my naked ass down next to him.
“Willy,” I said softly, trying to be comforting.
I flinched at using that name, I’d never called him that, even when I was discipline him for being a bad sub (though that wasn’t very often at all). He didn’t react negatively, though. In his current state, being called by the name he hates was another act of degradation and he was enjoying it.
“You OK?” I asked him.
“I, um, yes,” he said. “I’m so horny and I’m so happy. Fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. I love you. I love this.”
I smiled. I didn’t even have to ask him if he was still OK with our brand new dynamic. I’d need to next time we were alone and he had some post-nut clarity, but that was good enough for me.
“You know what you did was wrong, right?” I asked him. He nodded, looking genuinely regretful. My tone stayed calm but “You were a stupid, disobedient bitch and you have to be punished. You know that, right?”
“Yes, sir,” William said.
His eyes glowed with excited anticipation of the pain. This wouldn’t actually be the type of pain he enjoyed. I wouldn’t be tying him up and whipping, spanking, slapping and caning him. Unless Loc had another idea in mind, I was going to tie him bent over the arm of the couch and whip his ass, thighs and back in rapid strokes. It wouldn’t be a long-lasting pain and wouldn’t break the skin or leave welts, I would give him just enough to regret touching his dick when Loc told him not to, something to remember next time he thought of disobeying our new shared dom.
“It’s gonna take some getting used to,” I told him, my voice again soft, “but I think we’re in the same page. I think we both want this. I think you’re already enjoying being cucked, already fantasizing about this becoming a long-term relationship and thinking about how much you’re gonna love the agony of being denied sex with your husband and having to watch me put out to Loc like an easy slut.”
Willy moaned thinking about it.
“So you’re gonna have to get your fucking act together,” I continued. “I don’t remember the last time you disobeyed me and needed to be punished. I mean, I remember the times you acted like a pathetic cunt because you wanted to be punished, but it’s been so long since I had to correct you and put my sub bitch back in its place.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Willy apologized. He meant it, I could tell. He would mean it even more soon. “I acted like a worthless whore.”
“Yes, you did,” I agreed. “I’m still your master. I may be Loc’s sub now, but you’re still my bitch and I expect my bitch to behave the way I trained it.”
I put a little extra emphasis on the “it” because I rarely referred to my husband as an object.
“I’m gonna discipline you in a minute for touching that suck without permission,” I told him. My voice straddled the line between caring and chastising, soft and calm but with a bite that he would recognize as me being serious about my disappointment in his disobedience. “I’m gonna make sure you learn your lesson and I’m not going easy. You’d better take it like a good slut. If I hear you even say half the word “stop” I’m doubling your punishment, and if you forget to thank me when I’m done I’ll triple it. I won’t have a slut with no self control embarrassing its Master again. Do you understand me, cunt?”
Willy nodded just as the door opened. Loc walked in carrying to small duffle bags, one in each hand. He walked over to us and set them down on the floor.
“Time to punish that disobedient, disrespectful fucktoy,” Loc told me. “However you think is best.”
I nodded and without a word got Willy to his feet. I marched him over to the couch and got another, longer rope from the TV stand. I moved Willy’s arms to be bound in front, crossing his chest. I tied the rest of him up so I’d have easy access to his ass, thighs and back. I bent him over the arm is the couch and pulled up a couch cushion. A friend of mine offered to upgrade it for me by installing rings I could use to restrain Willy to the couch for fun or punishment, so I connected the ropes binding his arms across his chest to the couch. I secured his legs to rings below the couch at each foot, leaving his legs spread. He was breathing shallow and occasionally letting slip soft whines as I worked. Last thing I did was put a collar on him and connect it to the couch by a chain.
Willy looked incredibly uncomfortable already, which I wanted. If I had to double or triple his discipline, he knew that came with being left restrained there for 30 minutes for each infraction during punishment. In his position, Willy would quickly grow sore and may start to cramp. It would help drive home the lesson.
To make sure he couldn’t move, I jostled him around and found he had just barely enough slack to jerk and writhe as he was punished. Satisfied, I looked over to Loc for approval. It struck me that he was fully dressed while I was totally nude and fully hard getting ready to punish my husband, who was also totally nude and had softened to 3/4 hard as he anxiously awaited his discipline. The fact that he was dressed emphasized his already clear role, especially given I was about to make my husband cry in pain at Loc’s command.
With Loc’s approval of Willy’s bondage I walked away to our closet and got my favorite leather flogger and walked back. William watched me as I walked to stand behind his bare ass.
“You know why this is happening, right?” I asked Willy.
He whimpered before speaking.
“Because I was a bad, disobedient, disgusting cunt who disobeyed a direct order by playing with my little subby clit when I was told not to even touch it,” Willy whined.
“That’s right,” I said. “You’re a little sub bitch. A fucktoy that belongs to me. And since I belong to Loc and you belong to me, that means you belong to Loc. You’ve disobeyed and disrespected your Master and your Master’s Daddy.”
That felt weird coming out of my mouth, but not necessarily a bad weird.
“You’ll get 10 lashes to your upper back, 10 lashes to your ass and five to each thigh,” I told him. “Count them for me.”
Willy nodded and squeaked out a “yes, Master,” just as I was bringing down the first lash. I measured the speed and angle to bring it down painfully over his lower back but keep the residual pain limited to maybe about 20 minutes after I was done.
Willy yelped in pain but dutifully couldn’t off all 10 on his upper back. As I moved down to his ass, Loc stood from the chair armrest he’d sat on and came over.
“Before you do the ass,” Loc said as he approached. He placed a hand on Willy’s left cheek and examined him admiringly. “I wanna get a close look at this milk skin before you turn it red.”
Loc rubbed each cheek then stood back, staying close to get a better view of the punishment. I aimed mainly for Willy’s upper and mid ass. Each lash brought sharp pain, making Willy whimper and cry as he called out the numbers. At five there were actual tears in his eyes and his dick was only half soft. Mine, to my surprise, was fully hard and aching even more than before. I usually lost an erection when punishing William because he didn’t enjoy it and that meant I didn’t enjoy it. But then, Willy usually went fully soft when he was being punished. I think we were both kept turned on through the punishment because of Loc. We were both sexually thrilled to be doing this for him to watch.
When I gave my final lash to his ass, that “milk skin,” as Loc called it, looked practically sunburned. I didn’t give him a break before going to his thighs. I liked this position at the couch for punishment flogging because the way his legs were spread left his tight balls exposed. He knew the deal: if he needed to be punished here he was almost guaranteed to get licks from the flogger on his balls. I started with his left thigh and the first lash did just that.
Willy let out a breathless, gargling cry as the lash landed on his balls. I didn’t stop to let him recover but instead gave him five fast, hard strikes.
“How many was that?” I asked him, obviously apathetic to his pain.
“Five,” Willy croaked.
“Count them,” I barked.
“One, two, three, four, five,” Willy managed through tears.
When a lash hit his balls, Willy was allowed to count any lashes left all at once at the end. It seemed fair to me. I moved to his right thigh and gave him three quick lashes that he called out, then put two second pauses between the last two.
“Five,” Willy said through tears. “Thank you for being generous and correcting my bad behavior, Master.”
I got to work untying him and, when done, took him to the couch where I held him in my arms.
“Don’t make me do that again,” I told him as I held him. Loc stayed out of the way and just watched his two naked white subs as I gave Willy a little aftercare following his punishment. “You’re such a good, sweet boy and I love you. I don’t want to have to hurt you to correct bad behavior. I know you’re a good sub.”
I pet his head for a minute then asked, ”Are you OK, William?”
“Yes,” he said, his tears subsiding. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put you in a position where you had to punish me.”
We kept talking for a little while and when the pain was gone and all that was left was residual soreness, we got up. Loc walked with us into the bedroom. I hadn’t lost my cloudy horniness even through all the punishment and aftercare. Loc watching fully dressed, observing and maybe even enjoying seeing one of his white boys punish the other for disobey their Asian dom was just too hot. He looked so authoritative.
Loc stripped as we walked to the bedroom and by the time we got there his hard cock was leading the way forward. The bedroom and bathroom lights were both on. Loc flipped the switch for the bedroom light as he walked past it, leaving just a dim glow in the room from the bathroom light.
“Cuck at the foot of the bed,” Loc said cockily. “You can jerk off now. Just don’t get the cum anywhere near where we’ll sleep.”
Willy got on the bed and I walked to Loc. He grabbed me under my arms as I got close, lifted me up and tossed me on the bed, where he pounced. It took no time at all before I was back to that void of bliss where he and I were all that existed. Neither of us had much patience at this point. Loc got off me and shoved my legs back so my knees were in my chest and my ankles were spread wide then went right to work feasting my my submissive whiteboy cunt. He licked, bit, sucked, kissed and tongue fucked my ass. I was lost again, back to that feeling of being pure, formless sexual energy. I don’t know how long he ate my ass, and when I asked later on neither he nor Willy could remember for sure.
When he’d satisfied his whiteboy cunt appetite, Loc manhandled me to lay with my head on a pillow then went back to eating my face. He grabbed the lube off the side table and and quickly put a light coat on my ass then on his cock. I wanted to suck that cock so bad but I needed it in my ass right away. Loc must have needed the same.
He positioned his powerful, big, golden Asian cock at my pussy entrance and pushed in slowly until he bottomed out. I felt myself stretch but it didn’t hurt. In a matter of seconds, Loc was pounding my whiteboy cunt making me moan and beg him to go harder, faster, deeper, rougher. He grabbed my throat and leaned up off my body. I didn’t dare touch my cock, knowing I would erupt the second I did. He fucked me missionary for about ten minutes, showing extreme restraint by pulling out three times when he got close, then rolled me onto my side and folded my lower half down toward the bed, giving him access to my pussy from an upright position.
Loc dove back in and got right back to it. Even with my eyes open, he was the only other person that existed in the world. I was enraptured but the look of untamable passion and lust on his face as he looked back down at me. He held me down by my hips as he jackhammered into me, careful that his position grazed my g-spot frequently but not often or hard enough that I would cum. His hair hung down into his face and he was starting to sweat from the exertion of the fuck. He wasn’t holding back but he was still being careful. I knew Loc was luxuriating in my silky pussy insides and wanted it to last, no matter how desperately he wanted to breed me.
As the fuck went on he called out to Willy, saying he could watch us up close if he wanted.
“Just don’t get your cuck cum anywhere near us.”
Willy came and knelt next to the bed, leaning forward to rest his chest on the edge of it. I looked at him to see him shifting his gaze from my face to Loc’s face to the perfect Asian cock drilling my pale white dimpled ass. He must have only stroked himself six or seven times before he began to tremble and let out a choked moan, dumping his load on the hardwood floor. Seeing him cum from watching me submit to Loc came with an intentionally-aimed assault on my g-spot and made my cock erupt with cum. Yet, for the first time since I was a teen, I didn’t need any recovery time. My cock stayed hard, my brain overwhelmed with sexual need and all the sensations just as pleasant.
Seeing me cum, Loc grabbed Willy by the hair and made him lick up my ejaculate, then repositioned us both to spooning without even hesitating in his rhythm using my hole.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “That cock. That cock. That cock!”
I struggled to finish my thought. I was now the one who was babblingly horny.
“That cock is so good,” I finally managed. “I love your cock, Daddy. I love that Asian cock in me. Please- please- please fuck me harder!”
Loc’s left arm snaked its way under me and around my neck while the other wrapped around my midsection. He first his big leg arm, restricting my breathing as his right hand found my hard, desperate, aching and ignored cock. He didn’t touch the shaft or head but rubbed my pubic area and took a gentle hold of my balls and rolled them around. He started licking and kissing my neck, working his way up until he was nibbling and lapping at my ear. His right hand made a slow journey back up and attacked my nipples. I was moaning and whining and begging for more. My eyes closed, I knew I was getting a taste of heaven or Nirvana or whatever the fuck the good afterlife is.
Loc was getting close, I could tell. I felt him slide upward a little and adjust his position. Suddenly he was battering my g-spot, making me warn in barely coherent moans that I was close.
“Cum then, you stupid fucking worthless white trash cunt,” Loc whispered seductively, it a little unevenly, in my ear.
It pushed me over the edge and my orgasm consumed me as he continued ravaging me. I spasmed and cried out in pleasure, nearly blacking out when I felt Loc bury himself in me down to his balls. His arm around my throat flexed even more around my throat leaving me totally unable to breathe.
“Fucking cumdump slut,” Alex growled softly in my ear as I felt the first twitch of his cock. I was still cumming I felt his cum flood my insides, a white hot liquid firing off with such intensity I could feel each volley as he half-moaned half-growled, “So lucky you get my Asian cum, faggot.”
My orgasm was just starting to end when his arm loosened and I drew a breath I hadn’t even realized I was desperate to take. I felt Alex start to calm down behind me, but he stayed buried inside.
“Thank you,” I managed to mumble as I felt my utterly exhausted mind slip rapidly into sleep
