The Taming of the Brute
by Londonboy
My head was like the size of a softball compared to his giant hand. I guess it shouldn’t have been so surprising since he was six feet ten inches tall and weighed over four hundred pounds. He really was a giant, by most standards. And he was just huge – plain and simple. At the present moment he cupped the back of my head and pressed my face into his seventy-five inch chest. I was sucking with all my might and trying to ignore the pain I felt since the guy was holding me off the ground with just his one hand compressing my head into his hard thick pectoral muscle. His jutting nipple actually felt like a big tongue in my mouth. I knew the strong paw holding me in place could have easily twisted my neck until it snapped loudly, so I was trying with every oral skill possible to bring the big bruiser pleasure. I seemed to be doing pretty well by the sound of things. The dude was grunting and panting like he was in the middle of a heavy workout. He was also saying things that apparently he thought should worry me, but they did something entirely different than scare the crap out of me.
“Suck that big fucking meat, boy. Put some teeth into it. Yeah, that’s it – gnaw on my huge hard nipple. I thought the little punk would love some hard beef slammed in his face. I bet your little man cock is starting to bone up something awful.”
I had started to get hard as soon as the monstrous man had pushed his massive pec shelf into my face, but it was his words that got me so stoked I started leaking a little pre. Call me what you want, I don’t care, I gladly accept the title of a Grade A ‘dirty talk’ whore. I didn’t care if the guy was a banker on Wall Street, a redneck from the backwoods of Tennessee, or a leather wearing biker who terrorized other drivers. As long as the dude dominating my body used an equally dominating vocabulary I was a very happy man. The more verbal the stud was the more I liked him. I was even impressed by little guys who turned into aggressive talkers during sex. Verbal abuse was my heavy foreplay. I had hooked into this little fetish of mine when I was twenty-one years old and now I actually sought potential tricks that clearly had what it takes to make me happy. The hulking he-man rearranging my face with his hard chest was quickly becoming a personal favorite of mine – having started his oral maltreatment right away. I wondered if he had some kind of radar that found little pigs like me as easily as I had latched on to him. I didn’t really care at the moment; I just didn’t want him to shut up.
“You saw this fucking beast from across the room and you knew you had to be manhandled by him, didn’t you? Yeah, the little punk boy didn’t look at any other guy once you got a gander at all this muscle. I noticed your skinny runt body, too, boy. I figured you could be my weekly charity case. I decided I’d spend the night slumming with someone as small as you – it would be like one of the gods of Olympus messing around with one of the tiny mortals down on earth. Damn, Hoover-boy – you suck like a high-powered shop vacuum. My mammoth man teat is feeling mighty fine. Let’s move to the other, shall we? This other big pup needs a little attention, too.”
My feet still weren’t touching the ground. The big man merely slid my face across his chest – causing it to get banged up pretty hard as I traveled across the deep gorge that existed between his pecs. I, again, ignored the pain as soon as my mouth was plastered on top of his other huge meaty nub. I felt like a baby smacking his lips when trying to find the nipple of a bottle. The loud suction sounds I emitted caused the giant to growl in appreciation. For a few seconds it made me feel like I was sucking on the chest of a huge bear or a wild gorilla. I wasn’t that far off base, I figured. My lovely tormentor decided to return to real conversation instead of just animal noises.
“My hand makes your pint-sized head look like it belongs on a baby doll, punk. It feels like I could easily squeeze the shit out of your noggin with little effort. It might be cool to see your skull explode, tiny one. You wouldn’t feel the pain for too long. How does that sound to you, dude? Here, I’ve got a plan, if you want me to squeeze your head until it pops stop sucking on my big nip right now. Yeah, I thought you’d keep working that huge chest of mine. Here, let’s try a fun trick with my colossal chest.”
Again, my mouth was ripped from his plump nipple as he pulled my head away from his chest. He then smashed my face deep into the crevice between his prodigious pecs, squeezing my entire head between the two mounds. I suddenly felt the heavy meat on either side of my face turn to something harder than stone. It felt like my head had suddenly been caught between two very heavy closing elevator doors. The big man’s beating heart echoed loudly in my ears since they were smashed tightly by the beefy pecs. Suddenly, the big hand moved away from my head and my body was easily held in place simply by the strength of the guy’s chest. I could still hear him speaking, but he sounded like he was underwater because of the dense muscle squeezing my ears and head.
“Feel my pec-tacular puppies holding you in place, little man – with very little effort. My chest could squeeze the shit out of your head if I let it. Yeah, that would be awesome. Looking down and seeing your brain seeping up out of the valley between my powerful pecs would be sweet. Your feet aren’t even touching the ground, boy. This fucking giant-man can stop you cold with just his chest. Imagine what I can do with the rest of my enormous body when you are rendered defenseless by only my pecs. It must be pretty hard to breathe with your head crammed way deep inside all that muscle, boy. I don’t want you to die or anything – well not yet, anyway. So let’s stop my little tense and send you down to the ground.”
As soon as the big man said these words he lessened the power of his pectoral muscles and my head was released. My body fell downward and when my feet hit the ground I crumbled into a pile on the floor. There was a ringing in my ears and the sides of my head hurt like hell. It was still kind of a turn-on and my cock was more than rock hard. It took me a few seconds to register anything other than the pain. When I finally looked up I saw that I was basically staring at the giant’s crotch – a humongous half-hard cock was poking down his thigh and highlighted perfectly through the tight-as-shit jeans the big man was wearing. It looked like a huge anaconda had wrapped itself around the huge leg. The thing beckoned my mouth like the way a kid is drawn to a big piece of candy. I was spellbound by the guy’s giant cock, which definitely matched his huge body perfectly. I had little time, however, to contemplate how I might actually get the full thing in my mouth because the big man had other plans – and, of course, they involved my body. He reached down with one hand and grabbed the front of the leather jacket I was wearing and easily lifted my body upward – strong-arming me up into the air without even bending his legs. I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that wasn’t good for his back. I, again, dangled in the air – this time a lot higher than before. The big man wanted my face even with his.
“Fuck, you are so light, little man. Your total weight isn’t even causing my big arm to bulge into a complete flex. What did you have for dinner – helium? I could easily swing your body back and forth over my head and slam it on the ground like Bam Bam does with his big club on the Flintstones. It wouldn’t take any effort at all and it would flatten your body into mush. I bet one of my big biceps weighs more than you. What do you weigh, puny boy – wait, don’t tell me, I bet I can guess.”
The dude kind of jiggled my entire body up and down with his big hand – like someone might have weighed a sack full of gold in olden times. I could see him chuckling to himself as he fully grasped how light I truly was. He didn’t have any trouble flopping my body around – making me seem like nothing more than a rag doll in a normal man’s hand. I was getting a little dizzy until he stopped and guessed my weight within just two pounds.
“You must weigh about one fifty. Damn, dude, that’s less than half my total weight. You’re almost as small as a fourth of my body. If that doesn’t make you puny, I don’t know what does. Shit, my biceps still isn’t tensed and I’ve been holding you in the air for a while. I bet I could squash you like a grape with just one hand. I could smash you into nothing more than an oil stain on the floor. It would be fun to put your feet on the floor, place my palm on the top of your head, and then watch as your body was forced to fold in on itself while I pushed down with what would probably be just a fraction of my strength. Yeah, first your neck would give in, then your legs would buckle, then your ribs would cave-in, and then the rest of you would just smash together like a fly being flattened by a swatter. I wonder if there’s a way to crush you without making a mess – probably not. Damn, I can’t get over how little you weigh, man. Logic tells me you’re a normal sized man, but my arm tells me you’re a tiny weightless dweeb. I’d love to see how high I could toss you into the air with one arm. There’s got to be a teeny-man tossing contest somewhere in the world that you and I could win. If there isn’t, maybe I could start one. I’ve got a bunch of huge friends that would love to see how far they could lob a little tyke like you. Fuck, that would be a hot event in the Olympics, too.”
As if to prove his abilities, the big man swung his arm upward a little bit and released my body. I went sailing into the air and was immediately grateful that the place had really high ceilings. When I started my descent I felt his giant hand come up between my legs and stopped my body abruptly when my balls and ass slammed into his wide palm. I immediately saw stars because of the pain, but when he started pressing my body into the air and then lowering it like I was a shot-put ball in his hand, I found myself getting even harder. He was shoulder pressing me up and down like I was nothing more than a piece of crumpled paper he was about to throw across the room. I got slightly nervous he was going to send me across the large open space into the wall on the other side – or maybe even through the wall.
“Yeah, I can feel your ass twitching because you’re nervous about what I might do to your petite body, aren’t you. You can tell I could heave you clear across this room and slam you into that far wall over there. You’re so scared that you want to piss in your pants, don’t you, runt – but you’re also so turned on that your little hard dick couldn’t pee right now if it had to. Yeah, the cum and the piss are battling it out, but my hugeness and the way I manhandle your body makes your sweet man juice win. You want to blow such a fucking huge wad that I bet your balls will shrivel up into your body like marbles being sucked into a vacuum cleaner. I’m still not feeling your man-body at all. You gotta gain some weight, boy, if you think for a second you’d ever be able to satisfy a huge man like me. I was bigger than you are now when I was thirteen. Oh fuck, that thought made your ass quiver with delight again. You love the idea of me being thirteen and overpowering your grown-up body easily. Yeah, it’s wild thinking that a young teenager can subdue a guy in his late twenties with no effort at all, isn’t it. But it’s even hotter, dude, to think of my huge now older-man body dominating you with just one hand and not even breaking into a sweat.”
The behemoth had my balls between his fore and middle finger – squeezing them tightly and causing me even more pain. At the same time he was cupping my ass in his giant hand and lifting me high above his head just to show off. My entire frame soared into the air as if I gave his massive arm so little resistance that he would probably forget my body was even there in a few more pumps. The way he jostled me around with no struggle at all accomplished exactly what he wanted – it made me feel tiny – weak – and puny. And I found that fucking hot. He was such a colossal man that I wanted, I craved, and I desperately begged to be compared to him. I wanted his body to tower over mine like a skyscraper powering in the air beside an anthill. I loved the idea that my little skinny torso was miniscule next to his mammoth muscle-bound physique. It was wild to think that if he stood in front of me I would be totally covered by his shadow and completely hidden by his enormous bulk. But the best part of our mind-blowing size difference was that he knew it thrilled me – and that egged him on to torture me even more.
“Midget man loves being dominated by a bigger master, that’s fucking obvious. You just had no idea that tonight you were going to meet such a monstrous muscle force that it was going to be like hitting the largest jackpots simultaneously at all the casinos in Las Vegas at one time. Your puny weak body can’t stop from quivering or sweating just because you’re so close to my hugeness or because I’m able to toss you around without even thinking about it. You’re like an after-thought in my hand right now. If I wasn’t making myself aware that I have you in my palm, I don’t know what I’d do – I might accidently clap my giant man-paws together and crush you completely. Yeah, that thought made your balls tighten and your stiff little cock twitch uncontrollably. You fucking love to hear me talk about my power – damn, dude, that’s hot as hell.”
The guy really had no idea what he was doing to me. I was so tense and so ready to pop a powerful gusher that one more sentence about our size difference or another slight fling of his wrist, that sent my body into the air each time, would probably send me over the edge. I was ready to offer my muscle-churned heavy sap for him – as a heartfelt, and cock felt, thank you for all that he had done to make my body feel like the Fourth of July, the annual county fair, the circus, and one erotic orgy all rolled into one at the same time. Being this close to him was actually almost an orgy – because he was definitely the size of three men. I started breathing hard – exhaling and inhaling deeply to prevent my orgasm for as long as I could. It wasn’t to try and make it more powerful, because nothing I could do would make it more powerful than what the muscled monster had already built up in me. I was going to explode like an overheated nuclear reactor when the big man deemed it was time. He knew he controlled me completely. He could stop his manipulation of my body whenever he felt that I was getting close to detonation – just to tease me more. And the big man had no mercy when it came to prolonging the agony of my raging hard-on. It definitely felt like I had taken two huge bottles of Viagra. With this giant around even a corpse would probably get hard. Only using his pinky and thumb, the big man easily made me spread my tensed legs and thighs so he could slam my body against his lower torso. My chest pummeling into his hard abs and my face smashing back into his big pecs caused me pain, but I didn’t care. I immediately wrapped my legs around his tight mid section and he held me firm by placing both of his big hands under my ass – squeezing my crotch into his tight stomach just to make my cock feel the stone-like hardness of his stomach. I tried to grab hold of his big biceps to steady my upper body, but they were just too huge for me to get a good hold of. I quickly noticed, though, that the giant’s hands easily held my entire body in place – with no problem. I could even lean back a little so I could see his face above the monstrous chest. The enormous man was smiling down at me with a grin that could’ve scared the crap out of even the most hardened criminal. I, however, viewed it as a bell ringing to signify the second round of muscle pleasure.
“It’s pretty clear, boy, that you’ve never been with a real man, before. Oh, I’m sure you’ve dated some big guys – but I know they didn’t come close to matching my size. You’re still pinching yourself every now and then to make sure this isn’t a dream – to prove to yourself that I’m real. It only took the thirty minutes that we’ve known each other for you to realize that I could effortlessly fuck up all the other big guys you’ve dated. It wouldn’t be a problem for a huge man like me – taking them all on at one time. I bet there’s a big part of you that would like to see me mop up the floor with all the guys you’ve dated before. I bet you’d be willing to pay to see me take care of a group of your past boyfriends. You should see me take on a group of men at one time, puny punk. The poor bastards don’t stand a chance. You’d be impressed by my skills.”
The way this man knew me was almost scary. The idea of watching him painlessly taking care of a group of men was so wrong, I knew, mainly because no one should like or idolize a bully. But the big brute knew it would do something much more than just excite me. It made me immediately fantasize about watching his muscles in action – him using his body to easily take care of eight or ten grown men. That idea clearly thrilled him, too, since I could feel the anaconda in his pants swelling even larger against my crotch. My own cock twitched wildly at both the comments he was making and the feeling his growing largeness caused throughout my body.
“I bet you’ve never even been in a real fight, little man. I’m pretty sure you don’t even know how to make a fist and even if you did it would be like a baby’s fist to me. You wouldn’t know what it feels like to punch a guy’s gut and hear the wind forced from his body from the blow or watching his body double over from the impact. And then to rearrange a guy’s face as your fist smashes into his head – that feels real nice. It crosses your mind that you’re actually doing the ugly dweeb a favor and saving him money he probably would’ve spent on plastic surgery. That’s all hot as hell and gets my big cock pumped, but it’s when those same guys punch me and think their puny bodies are actually going to hurt me in some way – that’s what really fucking turns my crank up the most. I love looking down at their aching balled up hand smacked against my hard-as-shit abs, making sure to emphasize that I didn’t feel a thing – and then I turn to look at the poor dude’s shocked face and smile. It’s the smile that gets them – not the fact that I just deflected their full force punch. The smile tells them that they’re screwed and it takes a while for their pea brains to figure it out, but when they do it’s so much fun. It computes that my big body just absorbed all the might their little self could muster and it only felt like a tickle to me – hence the smile. Some guys piss on themselves instantly and others simply turn and run like hell. There’s no hope for either dude, though, and that’s the most fun part. Damn, if feels awesome to put that much fear in a man.”
The funny part of this particular encounter was that I had no fear. I was too turned on to let fear enter into my brain. I probably should have been scared shitless, but the idea of this big bruiser taking care of a few guys and having fun doing it was just too ‘right up my alley.’ And to hear the guy describe it – and actually get off on it, himself – was something that increased my cock-hardening astonishment even more. This giant oozed cockiness the way most guy’s sweated in a sauna. I’m pretty sure his body radiated testosterone the way a microwave could heat up leftovers. His body was definitely heating me up in a big way. My lack of fear was clearly caused by my lust and I knew that kind of intense desire usually got me in trouble. I guess my subconscious simply accepted whatever consequences might come. To be this close to such hugeness and to be able to listen to this very super-confident man as he described himself to me was enough to help me accept whatever fate was coming my way. If I ended up ‘rearranged’ in some way by his massive muscles then so be it – at least it would be like heaven while it was all going on. I was in for the long haul – I wasn’t pissing on myself and I sure as hell wasn’t running away. I was, however, about to bust the biggest wad of my life and that was going to give me much pleasure.
“I sense something powerful in you, little one. I’m not sure what it is and I can’t tell where it comes from, but you’re different somehow. The crazier I talk and the more I thrash your puny body the more turned on you become. I can see a hint of fear in your eyes but it’s completely stuffed away by your insane desire for my muscles and my strength. Most guys don’t make it through round one with me – even when they’re twice the size of you. You’re a fucking muscle-pig whore, aren’t you? Shit, I don’t know whether to take your intense inhuman craving as a compliment or a challenge. Maybe I should let it be both – and use it to help me get even crazier with your tiny body. Oh damn, that made your little sausage poking into my abdominals go wild didn’t it. That’s the only answer that matters to me, punk. You don’t have to say a word – you’re body is screaming for more abuse from me. Ah shit, we’re going to have some fun together, weak boy. You want to go to the dark side with this giant muscleman? You want to explore your lust for my domination and test it to its extreme limits? Fuck, that thought made me finally get fully hard. I’m going to make you cum harder than you ever thought possible, dude, if the excitement doesn’t kill you before you release. Let’s see how strong that desire in you really is, shall we?”
If being super aroused could cause aneurisms or heart attacks then I was amazed that I was not already dead. There wasn’t part of my body that wasn’t severely turned on – even my pubic hairs had shot fucking hard because of this immense swaggering mountain of muscle. He didn’t intend to just dominate me – he wanted to rule every aspect of my being. The giant wanted to make my body do his bidding merely from one quick flex of part of his body or some simple word whispered from his lips. He didn’t just want submission from his plaything – he wanted me to make every heartbeat or breath about him. This muscle deity loved how I desired to focus my entire existence on being present to his arrogant abuse and how I adored every second of it. And I, of course, wanted him so badly that I wished to high heaven his colossal body would absorb mine into it. I wanted to be one with this mountain of power much more than I wanted anything else. I knew on every level of my being – spiritually, emotionally, sexually, intellectually – that making my new muscle master happy would only increase the pleasure in me tenfold. We were now so joined that his excitement became my excitement, his satisfaction became my satisfaction, and his orgasm would certainly be my orgasm. The god holding me evidently felt the same way.
“Fuck, boy, I can tell you are utterly mine now! I could rip your head off your body and it would send you into orgasm. You’re so lost in my muscles and my badass demeanor that you don’t give a shit about yourself. I don’t know how I know all of this – but I just do. And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever known – having you so devoted to me that you, as an individual, no longer exist. It makes me want to obliterate your puny body and make love to you at the same time. It causes my dark side to become so fucking powerful as it also fills me with light and tenderness simultaneously. To get complete satisfaction I might have to crush your teeny body while I fuck it affectionately – just to please both sides of me. Blowing a wad into your tight ass while I hear your bones crumbling into fragments as I slam my body onto yours would be the greatest enjoyment I could ever have in my life – but I also know it would be a one-time experience, and that keeps me from doing it. In just this short time together I have become addicted to you, puny man. You’re like a drug that I desperately need to continue living. Why would I destroy something that brings me so much fucking pleasure? I may squeeze the life out of you for a few seconds or bruise you from being a little too rough – but I need you to help remind me just how fucking powerful I’ve become. I want to see on your face every day how I can completely whip you into such a muscle-frenzy that you practically go insane with lust. And the wild thing is that I can see how it will increase the desire in you at the same time. You need me so badly that you’ll be willing to start each day afresh finding new ways to please me – and allowing me to find different ways to manhandle you with my big muscles. Shit, I’m about to bust a huge nut just thinking about it.”
There are many ways that people might become so called ‘slaves’ in their daily lives – taking a desk job they really hate, being forced to join a branch of the military, committing themselves to a person they didn’t love, or even falling into routines that make them become mere robots in this world. These are usually things we do begrudgingly – or with full knowledge of how miserable they will probably make us feel at times, but we must for some reason. Here I was, however, fully giving up my soul – metaphorically – and dedicating myself to the muscle man now easily holding me with one hand as he, again, cupped the back of my head and forced my mouth onto one of his hard jutting nipples. In giving up my freedom and allowing this man to subjugate me completely, I was also being given the gift of constant muscle satisfaction and perpetual excitement from being around a cocky giant that had no trouble dominating everyone and everything around him. I had found the perfect answer to the question every man on earth searches for, “How can I make it so I am in a constant state of arousal – and make my body feel excitement continuously?” By enslaving myself to this man, I also became unrestricted in my efforts to explore my lust for muscle, power, and domination. My new limitations made it possible to visit other untapped desires. I would be able to focus on the thing that brought me more joy than anything else in the world – fucking huge muscles. I would actually be a much freer man because of the security confinement to this man created. It was a contradiction that wouldn’t make sense to most people – but to me it was pure bliss and I was ready to plunge in headfirst. His huge muscle man-teat seemed even harder and larger than it had just a few minutes ago. I sucked on his thick nob as if my life depended on it. I suddenly felt more powerful than I had in my entire life – even next to this super muscle god. His heavy breathing and loud grunts told me I was bringing him much pleasure. I could also feel – through his heartbeat or something – that he understood all that was happening within me.
“You are mine now, puny man. I have become more important to you than the air you breathe. You desire my power, my abuse, and my muscles as if they all give you life. It’s time to cement this little journey we have been on and move to the third, and final, act. Are you ready, punk? Do you want to feel the full power of my huge body? Are you willing to allow me to fucking take over your entire being?”
The man was almost bellowing like some Greek god. His entire body tensed up and I did feel slightly scared, but I simply sucked with all my might as he spoke gruffly to me. The giant then brought his huge hands to the side of my head and started pressing in with what I’m sure was only an eighth of his total strength. To me, however, it felt like two human bulldozers pushing against my temples. The pain was intense and this caused the rest of my body to immediately quit working. My legs fell from around his waist, my mouth stopped sucking on his huge nub, and my arms dropped to my sides. The monstrous mound of man-muscle lifted me until my face was even with his – holding me in the air simply by squeezing the shit out of my head. I was nervous that my brain was about to shoot out of my nose, mouth, and eyes, but I was also so turned on by his strength. I used my peripheral vision to take a long gander at his huge arms, nicely bent and bulging as they squished my head. My cock was the only part of my body still functioning – shooting harder than it had been the entire time I was being manipulated by this huge giant. He smiled broadly as he taunted me.
“Yeah, puny man, squirm like a pig being led to slaughter. Feel the pressure of my huge guns and know that I’m not even wasting that much energy on you, pipsqueak. It doesn’t take any effort at all for me to squash your weak pathetic body. I bet the pain is so intense right now that you can barely think, let alone do anything else. Feel my fucking power, runt. Know that a true muscle god is dominating you and there’s nothing you can do about it. I could just flick my wrists lightly and break your pathetic neck, punk. Yeah, I can see you’re about to scream like the pitiful puny man you truly are. You think anyone’s going to come help you, little man? I’m getting so horned up by crushing your teeny head that I may just go all the way this time. That thought still turns you on, I can tell, but it also scares the shit out of you. Yeah, come on dweeb, let out that big shout that’s building deep inside your gut. Try and get someone to come save you. It will probably be the last thing you ever do. Come on, little baby, what do you have to say? Let’s hear you beg like the wimp you are. Spit it out, dammit!”
“Squeeze harder!”
“AW FUCK, I’m going to cum!”
You would have thought the end of the world had arrived - from the noise and all the action that was unleashed at that moment. First of all, the big man’s giant anaconda clearly started spewing a mega load of juice instantly when I spoke, since he started shaking intensely. I had chosen my words carefully, knowing full well what they would cause in the big dude. What I didn’t know, however, was whether the words would cause him to, indeed, tighten the pressure on my head until everything squirted out or if it would somehow cause a lessening of his power. I really didn’t care either way because I knew that as soon as I caused the cum explosion in his body, my own hard cock was going to blast off like a volcano that had been building steam for centuries. If my head was going to become as thin as a piece of cardboard at least I was going to have the orgasm of a lifetime as my sending off. I was prepared for the pain and the intense pleasure to fill my body so completely that I wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. Something miraculous happened, however – something I never would have expected. Suddenly, the giant lessened the vice-grip on my head and then, still holding me in the air, he brought my face into his with a painful bang. My body was flopping around because of the mind-boggling ejaculation ruling me, but as soon as the giant muscleman’s lips smacked into mine my orgasm intensified even more. It had been the last thing I thought he would do – show me affection. It was also the kind of kiss that fairy tales are made of. The big man’s body was bucking wildly from his own orgasm, as mine continued to flail around, too, but our heads were stock still – mainly because of his powerful hands holding me in place. I believe the guy sucked my soul out of my insides and then replaced it with a mixture of his own soul and some of mine that had visited all parts of his huge frame. We were becoming one. This kiss – this mind-blowing symbol of our intense connection – caused me to continue to pump out cum long after my usual three or four puny spurts. It felt like I could have filled a gallon jug with what I was unloading into my briefs. I felt the warm man juice running down my leg like a raging waterfall. I had a feeling the same kind of explosion had happened at the big man’s crotch, as well. Our lips stayed locked long after both of us pumped out the last bits of our powerful ejaculations. I had, by now, raised my hands to his and relieved some of the pain on my neck by pulling myself up on his unmoving forearms. I was also able to get even more relief by wrapping my now sticky legs back around his waist. In the meantime, the big man’s tongue had completely ravaged the entire insides of my mouth and he finally pulled his face away from mine, but stared into my eyes intently.
“You would have let me go either way, wouldn’t you, punk? You didn’t care if I had crushed your skull into a thousand pieces – you just wanted to feel my power and then make me shoot hard by surprising me with words I never thought you would have said in a million years. You knew by begging me to squeeze your head harder, instead of yelling for me to stop or for help, that I would dump a major cum load in my pants. That was the most fucking bravest thing I’ve ever witnessed. You gave yourself completely to me in that moment, wimp. You were totally under my control – my domination – and you loved it. Shit, that was so fucking hot. You’re my boy-toy now, little man – my bitch. I’m not letting something so golden escape me. No way. I’m going to explore my power and dominance over you forever, now. You may be a puny man, but you’ve tamed this muscle monster by submitting yourself totally to me. I’m going to test all of my fucking power with you, punk. We are going to take this intense connection between us to levels that no one else on earth has ever explored before. It looks like I’ve found my muscle whore soul mate, and you are mine now, pipsqueak.”
And we so lived happily ever after!