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Learning about my need for power....
As I got ready to cum, I started rabbit fucking grunt's battered ass. I was now going to power and speed. The friction was almost getting to be too much when my balls pulled up and I flooded grunt's ass with my seed. When I fucked my cousin, it was fun, and I did a good job. But this time I owned the ass I just fucked. I didn't care if he was okay or liked it. I didn't care if I did a good job or hit the right spots. This time it was all about my cock and the fun I had using it to hurt the ass I was fucking. This was what sex was supposed to be....
We didn't make it to the movies. Instead, I spent the rest of the day figuring out new ways to humiliate and get my cock into grunt. After the courtyard fuck, I made grunt fetch me a beer and cigar. I was back in the hot tube when grunt came back with them and handed me the beer then presented the cigar, cutter, and lighter. I waved him off while drinking the beer and he knew to light the cigar and hand it to me.
For weeks now grunt had been meeting me after school with a cigar ready when he picked me up from school. It had become almost a ritual for him to get out of the driver's seat, open the back door for me, and me take the cigar out of his mouth before getting in. Then he would drive to a secluded parking lot that was near the school and get into the back seat with me. I would kick back, and grunt would open my pants, take my cock out, and suck me off. I never had to say anything, or do anything, other than kick back and relax and enjoy the cigar.
Grunt got on his knees next to the hot tub and made a bit of a production out of lighting the cigar. Making sure that he got almost the whole cigar down his throat before cutting the tip and sucking that smoke into his lungs. Then, when he was sure the cigar was perfectly lit, he knelt down with his hands behind his back and cigar centered in his mouth, waiting, just like he did after school.
I really couldn't believe my life. I mean I am still in high school, not even an upper classman, but here I was living like a man. Beer in my hand, cigar in my jaw and a load in the faggot ass of my new sub. Life couldn't get much better.
Motioning for grunt to get into the hot tub with me, he did and sat down next to me. I was leaning back, zoning when I felt his hand on my cock. Now I had just, less than an hour ago, fucked the shit out of this faggot and here he was playing with my cock again. I figured if he was playing with my cock, he must want it pretty bad, so I wonder what he would do to get it.
"You want my cock grunt?" I said looking him straight into his eyes. Grunt couldn't hold my gaze. I had won before it even started.
"Hold out your tongue." Was all I said. With his tongue extended, I carefully flicked the ash from the end of the cigar. It landed and you could see that slight moment of fear in his eyes before they blinked and turned into acceptance. Grunt's tongue disappeared into his mouth, and I could see from his expression that it was defeating and humiliating. But to me it was empowering and turning me on seeing just how low grunt would go.
I got up and sat on the side of the hot tub and grunt wasted no time getting between my legs and going for my cock. But a hand on his forehead stopped him. "Open your mouth" I commanded.
Seeing a muscled hunk like grunt waiting with his mouth open and that look of desperation on its face is so intoxicating. I could have looked and laughed at it all day, but I had a wicked spit that the cigar had created in my mouth, and I was going to spit it into grunt's face...
SPLAT...
I missed his mouth but hit him right between the eyes and my spit started flowing down his face. I reached down and scooped up some of the spit, wiping it on his mouth. I couldn't stop laughing at grunt, he opened his mouth and started sucking on my fingers, cleaning the spit off. He sucked on my fingers like he would my cock, using his tongue to get all around them and seeing how deep he could force them down his throat.
After the second or third time he did that, I hooked his throat from the inside with my fingers and wouldn't let him pull off my hand. In fact, I drove my hand deeper into his throat until I could see the tears in his eyes. Then I rabbit fucked that hole until he started gagging and the slime started flying. It was beautiful. He was nothing more than a toy and like any kid with a toy, I wanted to see it break.
Pulling my hand back enough that he could breathe, I gave grunt just a moment of rest before I put the cigar in my mouth, beer on the concrete, and put my now free hand behind his head for round two. This time I held his head and forced my hand as far down as I could twisting it to get that last millimeter down his throat and push out as many tears and cries as grunt could muster.
I was blowing my smoke directly into grunts face while I was watching him panic and struggle. Now truth be told, grunt could pick me up and probably break me in half, but my control over him was so strong that he was doing everything he could to accept the humiliation and surrender to my power. He was crying and begging with his eyes when I finally pulled my hand out and with it a mass of throat slime.
Grunt never closed his mouth. He knew better and knew that he had to accept anything I wanted to do without question.
My cock was rock hard now and I was dripping precum into the hot tub so with my hand still on the back of grunt's head, I guided his mouth to my cock and started throat fucking him without allowing him to enjoy my cock and suck it like he usually did. When he did try to close his mouth around my cock, I slapped him with my throat slimed hand. There was a shock in his eyes when I hit him. I thought for a minute that maybe I had gone too far, but just the opposite. Grunt became even more submissive and started holding his mouth open as wide as he could and accepted the throat fucking.
I was throat fucking him so hard that the throat slime, and even some puke, started drooling out of his mouth and all I could do is laugh and try to get even deeper. The sound of my cock getting pushed into grunt's throat and then pulled back out was amazing. It was this slurping and sucking sound.
Finally, I shot my load straight into his stomach because my cock was so far down his throat. I had to hold onto both his ears to keep him from moving as I dumped this massive load. And when I finally let go, he gasped for breath as the throat slime and mess spilled from his mouth. It was by far the biggest load I had dumped into him, or anyone.
I was so spent after that and just wanted to kick back and relax. I didn't even worry about putting my shorts back on, I just walked over to the lounge chair and flopped down. I was sucking on my cigar, bringing it back to life when I felt grunt's mouth sucking on my toes.
Now I have never been one to like my feet touched but I was so spent, that I didn't care. In fact, the feeling of grunt sucking on my toes and kneading my feet this his hands felt great. It was so relaxing. I finished my beer and put my cigar down and closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, grunt was kneeling at my side with a fresh beer and a new cigar.
"Sir, I wasn't sure what you would want so grunt brought you both a cigar and a beer."
I pointed to the beer first and after taking a sip, the cigar. Grunt lit it for me and presented it like he had been by holding it in his mouth and waiting. I let him wait there, kneeling, smoking the cigar for about 20 minutes while I sipped on the beer and watched him.
I couldn't believe it. Grunt was so submissive, so needy, and so hot. I bet I could get him to do anything I ask. He was already supplying me with beer, cigars, and all the sex I could handle. He was teaching me more about what turned me on than I ever thought about. And the more I fucked him, the rougher and harder I got, the more he wanted to serve.
The rest of the day went pretty much the same way. Grunt served, serviced, and waited on me. He made me dinner and waited for me to eat before he ate. He knelt on the floor when I watched tv, he even became my footrest for a while.
That night, there was a game on TV I wanted to watch so I had grunt set up everything in dad's study. It wasn't a great game which was good because I was too interested in getting another load in grunt than I was the game. It started with grunt fetching the usual beer and cigar. This time I lit the cigar while I pissed down grunt's throat.
Contrary to what some people think, it's not easy to piss into a man's mouth. The warm wet feeling that surrounds your cock makes it hard to let go. You really have to relax and work at it to be able to let the piss go. But once you do let go, and start to piss, it's almost impossible to stop so you just have to hope that the pig swallowing your stream can keep up. The last time I did this he couldn't, but tonight he had no issue.
The reality of what was going on was a little overwhelming. Less than a week ago, I was just a horny teenage boy. But now I have a submissive that worships me and does what I tell him to. It's a lot of responsibility! I mean before I could just go with the flow. I never started anything with my cousins, I just went with the situation. But this isnt like that. This is a totally different thing. Now grunt expects me to tell him what to do. I am in control, or at least grunt seems to think so.
So, the fact that I was a little buzzed by all the beer I had drank shouldn't be a surprise. Again, I had never been allowed to drink like this and while I wasn't trying to be a drunk or anything, it just seemed like the thing men did, especially while having a cigar. I leaned back in the chair and let grunt work my cock while watching the game. I would periodically grab his head and make him gag for rabbit fuck his face, but mainly I just let him suck. It wasn't my intention to nut into grunt's mouth, but after about 90 minutes of him sucking my cock, that's what happened.
Having freshly cum in grunt's mouth, and being buzzed, I was barely staying awake. My eyes were so heavy. I just couldn't do it anymore; I couldn't keep them open. And then I was out.
I woke the next day with a nasty hang over and grunt was nowhere to be found...