I looked at the little emo fag kneeling between my burly legs and couldn't help but wonder how lucky I was. He was dressed in only black and white striped knee-high socks and finger-less elbow length gloves. His teased hair was to his dainty shoulders and had pink streaks running through it as well as my strong fingers tangled through it. His mascara was running due to him choking on my dick a bit too soon, but I didn't mind. He patted my thighs and I knew he needed to breathe so I let go to let him cough and gasp before forcing him right back onto my cock. He smiled up at me as best he could with a dick shoved down his throat and I knew he knew I needed to win this battle of wills.
I tore him off my penis before picking him up, flipping him on the bed, and going to town rimming his boipussy hidden between his fat butt cheeks. He moaned and groaned as I pushed my tongue deeper into his asshole and knew he would be ready for my dick soon.
"Eat me out you fuck!" he screamed while pinching one of my hard-ass nipples on my wide, muscled chest. "Make me ready for your huge donkey dick! I can't have my precious holes hurt by my brutish slave now!" and I began to be more enthusiastic in my efforts in eating him out, eager to please.
Oh you heard right. He is the one controlling this relationship. I was the tall, strong, built slave, he was my dainty, emo, power bottom master, and if I didn't please him tonight he said his would never pork my bung hole again. That may sound strange, but I loved the feel of his emo donger in my slutty asshole, but he loved being the one taking my dick and only fucked my ass if I was an extremely good boy. The reason for this threat though was because last time he blew me, I came in his throat too soon and as punishment I almost lost my privilege of his dick in my ass unless I could make him cum first before releasing my seed into him. He was finally prepped enough for me, and I flipped him onto his back and spread his thin, long legs, I placed the head of my penis against his rim before looking up for permission which he gave.
I forced it in all at once and he screamed out a quite erotic moan, "YES! Your dick feels so good! Such a good whore for being able to get balls deep in me so quickly. Now pound my ass. Make me so cum crazy that I want to get pregnant from your jizz." I did as I was commanded and grabbed his girly hip; loving the sound of our slapping skin. I wish I could bind him to me by making him pregnant because I knew he could leave me any day once he got bored of me... but that was a fear better not thought of in the moment.
He squeezed around me as he wrapped his legs around my waist and I grunted, "You feel so good. You're the best!" the feeling of his socks against my sides was a feeling that brought back memories of the fuck sessions of our past, making this moment even more special to me.
