Thats Your Place, Fag! Accept It! Otherwise Ill Have To Use Those Arms To Punish You. But, You Know,

“That’s your place, fag! Accept it! Otherwise I’ll have to use those arms to punish you. But, you know, I’ll punish you anyway. The fear in your eyes tell me, you would love it”

„You have a nice car, boy. Actually, you USED to have a nice car. Hahaha! Hop in. I’m gonna take you for a ride but you will have to do something in return…”, he adjusted a bulge in his pants and smirked.

As I get on the passenger sit, Paul tousled my hair. “I knew you wouldn’t mind it”, he laughed. Then he turned the key and started the engine. He was about to start driving but stopped for a moment.

“I almost forgot. Your driver license”, he put his hand out with his palm facing up. “You won’t be driving alone anyway. But I’ll keep it for those times when I go for some parties and would need you to drive me home afterwards.

I reached down for a wallet in my pocket, took my driving license and laid it into Paul’s hand without questioning his demand.

“And don’t forget to leave me some money for gas” I took two fifties and a twenty from my wallet, everything I had except some coins. But I didn’t had enough time to decide how much I should leave for Paul. He just grabbed all those bills.

“Good boy!”, he patted me twice on the lap while putting my driving license and money into his pocket and started driving.

“I’m on my way home. Get naked and wait for me on the bed with your ass up in the air”, Matt sent me a message with his photo.

I knew I still had around fifteen minutes until he would come home, so I continued working on my work report that was due tomorrow, while checking the front yard through the window.

When I heart Matt’s car getting into the driveway, I closed my laptop, quickly pulled all my clothes off and run into the bedroom, where I jumped on the bed and assumed the position Matt wanted.

At the same moment I heart how the front door opened and in a moment Matt was already in the bedroom. Instead of getting to me, he went to the commode and took something from the drawer.

I didn’t dare to turn my head, instead I just silently looked at the headboard in front of me. Matt got closer to the bed and put his big warm hand on my butt.

“You thought you’re clever”, he squeezed my ass. “I told you clearly, get on the bed and wait for me. Not do some stupid stuff and get on the bed only when I come home”

“I’m so…”, I wanted to apologise but instead I felt a firm smack of leather belt on my ass with another three following directly after it. I only squeaked and felt how tears dropped down from my eyes.

“What were you saying, fag?”

“I’m sorry, sir”, he slapped me again. Then he thrown his phone on the bed in front of me with the messager app open, “When did I write you to get ready?”

I looked on the screen and whispered, “18 minutes ago”

“What?!”, his belt landed on my ass again.

“18 minutes ago, Sir”, I answered louder.

“Good. Now, you’re gonna get a slap on your ass for each minute you disobeyed my order”

Next few minutes I spent sobbing and moaning while getting my punishment. After the 18th smack my ass was burning as crazy but I got relieved when I heart Matt throwing his belt on the floor.

But in a moment he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, “I still didn’t get what I wanted”. After those words he thrusted his cock into my hole and started fucking me roughly.

It was a few days earlier when I met my new neighbour. Standing at around 6’4” with bulging muscles he towered over my weak 5’7” frame.

He had tanned skin, nice black hair and a thick five o’clock beard. I welcomed him into our building and we had a quick talk, after which I proposed to watch a football game together on the weekend, drink a few beers and get to know each other better.

* * *

My doorbell rang and I rushed to open the door. It was Jeff standing there with a six pack of beer.

“Hey, I’ve got something for us”, with those words he pushed beer into my hands and stepped into the apartment, without waiting for my invitation. He went directly to the couch.

“I’ll put beer in the fridge, so it gets a little cooler”, I said going into the kitchen that was separated from the living room.

“Nice apartment, man”, Jeff was talking from the living room, “but can’t you turn the AC on? It’s pretty hot here”

“Sorry, it broke a few days ago and it can only be repaired next week”, I answered him back from the kitchen while unpacking the snacks and serving them on a few plates. “But the beer will help us get a little bit refreshed”

“Oh, ok”, I heard Jeff had already turned the TV on and was switching the channels over, so I hurried up.

“Did you find the channel?” I asked while entering the living room.

“Yeah”, Jeff answered. “Don’t you mind, if I take my shirt off. Cause I’m already sweating like a crazy one”, I hadn’t managed to answer yet and it didn’t seem to be a problem for Jeff, when his t-shirt was already thrown on the floor and he stretched out on the couch with a TV controller in his hand.

Without a t-shirt I could finally observe his flat abs and his nicely pumped pecs that bounced up and down while he was finding the best position on my large couch. His whole torso was covered in a thick black fur which made him look even hotter now.

“Are you gonna stand there the whole game?” Jeff’s deep voice interrupted my horny thoughts. I placed the plates with snacks on the coffee table and sat on the armchair trying to keep the distance from Jeff. There were still around fifteen minutes until the game would begin, so we started talking about different stuff. All that time I tried to look Jeff into eyes but it was just too difficult not to stare at his hairy and muscular body.

When the game was about to begin I stood up to go get us beer from the fridge but I stumbled over Jeff's t-shirt lying on the floor. I picked it up and wanted to lay it on the chair.

The shirt was slightly wet from Jeff wearing it the whole day. Unintentionally I raised it up to my face and sniffed on it. The strong manly musk hit my nostrils.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing there?” Jeff's angry voice made me wince and I turned to him quickly while lowering my hands down. “I noticed how you got tense when I pulled my t-shirt off. I thought you were just jealous about my body but I think there’s something more about that” he talked calmly while still lying on the couch.

“I… I just wanted to pick it up from the floor and put it on a chair”, I tried to defend myself.

“Shut the fuck up! Go and bring me that beer!” without saying anything I just turned around and went to the kitchen. On my way I stopped near the dining table and laid Jeff’s t-shirt nicely over the back of the chair.

I came back with two cans of cold beer and handed one to Jeff. “Sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I really don’t know what happened to me”.

“I didn't say, you can have a beer. Give that can to me”, something in his voice was so dominating that I just obeyed without arguing. I handed him the other can of beer and remained standing next to the couch not sure what to say or to do next.

“Message my feet, fag!”

“What? Why do you think I…”, but he didn’t let me end the sentence.

“Shut up! I didn’t let you speak! Get, the fuck, down on your knees and message my feet. Or do you want me to stand up and put my fists into action?”, he clenched his fist and raised it up threatening to me.

I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of me, so I kneeled down next to the couch and started to unlace his sneakers. When I took them off, the strong stench from his sweaty socks hit my nose. I slipped off his socks and, unable to resist, kissed his sole. Right after that I was kicked in the chest and fell down on the floor.

“How stupid are you, fag? I said massage them, not kiss” Jeff leaned back and closed his face with his palm, when I started massaging his feet trying not to disappoint him again. The skin on his feet was very tough and my soft hands were weak but I tried to do the best work.

“Not bad, boy. Now, strip and get up on the couch”, he spread his legs leaving me some space between his mighty thighs. I quickly pulled off my shorts and t-shirt and was about to get on the couch when Jeff stopped me. “I said strip. That means everything. A fag shouldn’t be wearing anything in the presence of his master”

I felt completely humiliated standing in my own apartment and obeying the commands of another man, almost a stranger for me. But I pulled down my briefs revealing my hard dicklet, that barely reached five inches, to the Master. He laughed and patted on the couch.

I crawled in between his legs. He cupped my head and pushed it down to his hairy abs. I started kissing and licking it. His body hair was scratching over my soft skin and his bulging cock was pushing into my chest.

I placed my small hands over his meaty pecs and he bounced them for me, making me feel how they can quickly go from being soft like a pillow to rock hard. I put my face between them and Jeff squeezed them again.

He then pushed me down to his crotch and pressed my face against his shorts. Through the fabric I could feel his meaty pole and two big balls under it. Jeff grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head making me look him into the eyes.

“Do you like it all, fag? Do you want to get more?”

“Yes, sir! Please!” I begged looking into his brown eyes.

“Haha! Good boy! You know you must beg for it”, he pushed me back a little bit and raised his legs up to take his shorts off. He threw them away and grabbed my hair again with his one hand. With his other hand Jeff grabbed his cock and started jerking it. He then slowly lowered my face down to it and I started licking on his manhood.

I then took the head of his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. Jeff moaned a little. He then started pushing it deeper into my mouth. By that time his cock had already grown up to 10 inches and got so thick that my lips were barely able to stretch over it.

I felt tears dripping down from my eyes as Jeff finally thrusted his whole cock down my throat. My lips touched his abs and I began choking. I tried to pull my head back but Jeff’s hand was pressing on it.

Jeff put both of his hands on the back of my head and started violently face fucking me. After some time that seemed like an eternity to me he stopped with the last strong thrust against the back of my throat and I felt his warm loads shooting into my throat. With eyes full of tears I looked up at him.

“Don’t even think about spitting out. Swallow… it… all” the last sentence he pronounced with a calm, authoritative voice. I had no other choice, so I swallowed and his sticky cum started slipping down my throat. After that Jeff pulled out his cock and made me lick it clean.

“You’re a good fag. Now, bring me another beer and I might let you lay down on my softy chest while I’m watching the game”

“Have you just tried to take a photo of me?” he stood up and took a seat next to me.

“So, you like muscles, don’t you, little fag?” he flexed his right arm, that was closer to me.

“Hey, what do you think about yourself?” I was shocked from his attitude and it also made me angry how he called me fag. But I barely finished my sentence, when his huge arm was already wrapped behind my neck.

He pulled my head closer to him and whispered in my ear, “Listen here, fag. You’ve been taking photos of me without my permission. That’s illegal, do you know that?”. I nodded with my head.

“Good. So, I’m not gonna notify the crew staff about that little accident. But you’re gonna do something in exchange, understand?”

“Yes”, I whispered and nodded my head. I was working in a managerial position in a big company, so I couldn’t allow me get into such problems. But that wasn’t only that, the voice of this guy and his whole attitude just made me agree to everything he said.

“For such a big guy as me it’s quite difficult to spend so much time in a small plane flying over Atlantic. So you’re gonna update my seat to the first class. Don’t worry, I’ve already checked and they have some free places”, I tried to argue with him saying that it would cost a lot of money. But he just laughed and squezeed his arm tighter around my head.

“You’re gonna do as I say, fag. And you better obey, otherwise I’ll have to punish you”. I knew I would regret it later, but I had nothing else to do. So I called the stewardess and told that I would like to update the seat for the guy.

I followed the giant to his new seat. It was kind of a capsul with walls high enough to give you some privacy.

“Get on your knees, fag!”, I did as I was told. Then the guy pulled down his pants, grabbed my head from behind and pushed my face into his crotch. A strong sweaty scent of this muscular alpha hit into my nostrils and the worst was that I liked it.

“You know what to do next” he said with a smirk on his face. I hesitated for a moment and looked up at him. His strong slap hit on my cheek leaving a big red spot and makind a tear drop down of my eye. He reached down and pulled his trunks down revealing his huge cock. It was around 7 inches long and not even fully erect yet.

The giant grabbed my head and thrusted his dick into my mouth. After facefucking me for ten minutes, he stopped with his cock still in my mouth and I felt a dousen warm shots hitting the back of my throat. Then he slowly pulled his cock out and told me to swallow.

Then I thanked the giant for using me and left to my seat, spending the rest of the flight thinking about that guy. I didn’t even know his name but it was definitely the best flight of my life.

“Bring me a beer, fag!”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re allo…”, Jon slaps me over the face with his size 12 foot.

“I don’t ask what you think, fag. Yes, I’m 19 but look at me. Look at that thick beard and all those muscles”, he rubs his jaws covered with a thick dark stubble and then slides his hand over his abs.

“They haven’t been asking me for id since I was 15. And look at you. You’re five years older than me but you’re a puny boy next to me. If I stand up, you will barely reach over my shoulders, don’t you, fag”, Jon laughs.

“I’m not even sure whether they’ll sell you a beer but I’m not the one who should worry about that. Now, get your fucking ass up and hurry on! You don’t want to see me angry”