Have You Just Tried To Take A Photo Of Me? He Stood Up And Took A Seat Next To Me.

“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.

New Man of the House

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PART 2

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of paper towel to wipe my face and body from Matt’s cum. Some cum that was around my lips I licked off with my tongue.

I thought about what I should prepare for dinner. I looked at the clock, it was almost six. Janet works until six and then she needs around twenty minutes to come back home and I was sure Matt wouldn’t be happy if she had to wait after the hard working day. There was some ham in the fridge and a pack of spaghetti in the cabinet. Janet liked my pasta with ham under cream sauce. And I had just enough time to cook it.

I spend the next twenty minutes making pasta and preparing a salad. During that time I heard Matt finishing his shower and going upstairs. I had no idea what he was doing there but I was relieved he wasn’t standing in the kitchen controlling me.

As the pasta was almost ready the front door opened and Janet came in. “Hi, honey, I’m home!” I heard footsteps from upstairs. “Oh, it smells good. Are you cooking for me?”

“I’m not. But you know who came earlier from his trip?” Matt ran down the stairs and they both entered the kitchen.

“Tim!?” Janet was shocked to see me standing in the kitchen cooking dinner shirtless. “What… What are you doing here?” he was looking at me and then back at Matt not understanding what was happening there.

“Timmy came back from his trip earlier and wanted to surprise you. As I see, he’s done that”, he laughed. “I’ve already had a talk with him and explained our situation. He doesn’t mind having you sleep with me. He was even relieved when he understood he shouldn’t play male role anymore. Right, Timmy?”, he moved his sight at me.

“Yes, Sir”, I mumbled while putting pasta on the plates. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look Janet into the eyes but I caught an expression on her face. She seemed to be excited by the new order in the house.

They both took their places at an already served table. I brought two plates for them and poured some red wine in their glasses. I was pretty sure I shouldn’t sit with them. Actually, I knew I wasn’t allowed to sit with them. So I took my plate and was about to leave when Matt stopped me. “What do you have?” I turned so he could see the plate in my hands. “Come here, boy!” I came to them when Matt took the plate from my hands and grabbed everything on his own plate. “I didn’t allow you to take this. Look at me. I need to eat a lot to grow bigger”, he flexed his arm and laughed. “You may take some leftovers from the fridge and finally leave us alone!” I found some pizza leftovers in the fridge and was about to microwave them when Matt yelled at me again “I told you to leave us alone, don’t you understand me?” he was getting mad.

“Sorry, Sir”, I left the kitchen quickly. I went to the guest bedroom to eat my cold yesterday’s pizza. Then I went to the master bedroom to pack all my stuff and move it to the guest room or better to say — to my new bedroom.

The guest bedroom was on the second floor and there was only a wardrobe room dividing my room from the master bedroom. I was unpacking my stuff as I heard Matt and Janet going to their room. Matt was whispering something and Janet was chuckling. I heard how the door at the end of the corridor slammed close.

Despite there were two closed doors between us I could still hear Janet moaning from pleasure. I was sitting in the guest room in the house that I bought for my hard earned money, while that guy was fucking my wife in the next room. I fell so low within the last few hours.

I got into bed. It was so good to finally get into a comfy bed after such a hard day. I was already tired from my flight and change of time zones but then there was that ‘welcome’ from Matt that completely broke me down. I instinctively touched my dick as I remembered that humiliation in the bathroom. I closed my eyes and started stroking my cock while bringing the memories back.

I was so focused on imagining Matt standing over me and flexing his bulging muscles, that I didn’t notice the sound of door slamming in the corridor and heavy footsteps approaching my room. I was about to cum when suddenly the door opened and Matt was standing there filling the whole threshold.

“What are you doing, fag?!” a bright light blinded me as Matt turned the light switch. I lost control and instead of neatly cumming on my torso, I burst out all over myself and on the sheet. “Haven’t I told you, not to cum until I tell you so?” Matt was angry. He rushed back to the master bedroom, while I was lying silently on the bed covered in my own cum. I didn't know what I had to expect. Why did he run back into the bedroom? Would he come back? I was just waiting.

In a few seconds he was already back in my room holding a belt in his hand. With his other hand Matt pulled the blanket away from the bed. He turned me over so my white ass was facing him.

With my peripheral vision I could see how he swung the belt up and then… smack. I instinctively cupped my burning ass with my hands just at the moment as the second smack came. This time not only slapping my ass but also my hands. I squeaked and a few tears dropped down from my eyes.

A few next smacks came consequently making me burst out in tears. “No! Please, stop!”, I cried in pain.

“Now, you will know how to disobey your master!”, he laughed. And then my ass met the next five slaps. I felt so helpless. Then without letting me recover from spanking, Matt grabbed my head and thrusted his big sticky cock into my mouth. He had just finished with my wife and needed me to lick it clean.

“Here it is, boy! Remember, from now on that’s the closest you’re gonna get to her pussy”. His cum shot down my throat and I had no other way than to swallow it.

Matt released me and when I thought it was all over. The next set of spanking came on my ass. I was not able to count how much. But probably around a dozen. My butts were burning and I was sobbing, unable to do or even say anything.

“That’s better. Maybe now you’ll learn that my every word is an order for you. And next time, you better obey” He then turned around and left turning the lights off on his way. I immediately fell asleep with a face full of tears.

“Good boy! Now, down on your knees!”, I handed Alex a can of beer and kneeled in front of him. He was only a freshman at college and I was a senior but that didn’t stop him from taking charge of me.

He gulped the beer and squeezed the can before throwing it down on the earth. “Don’t forget to pick it up afterwards”, he commanded while spreading his legs wide to reveal a bulge in his shorts. “Get closer, boy!”

I crawled inbetween his massive thighs without taking my look away from his smooth six-pack. I already knew what to do, so I kissed the inner side of his thigh without hesitation.

“Hahaha! Good little bitch!”, Alex slid his hand over the side of my face and then made me look up into his eyes by pointing my chin up by the side of his index finger. “What should you say now?”

“You’re so much better than me, sir. Would you, please, let me worship your marvellous body?”

“Haha, go on, fag!” I raised my hands and laid them over Alex’ meaty pecs, while he bounced them. I caressed his chest and then went up to his broad shoulders. He hit a double biceps pose for me and I continued worshipping his hard guns.

I then went down to his abs. I started kissing and licking it, while getting lower. I reached his shorts and stopped waiting for his approval to go on.

Alex just laid his hand at my shoulder allowing me to continue, so I slowly slipped his shorts down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear under the shorts, so I could enjoy his nice uncut 7 inches long cock. It wasn’t even completely hard yet, but it was already bigger than mine small dicklet, and it was as thick as a beer can.

Alex put his hands behind his head and leaned back, leatting me handle his manhood alone. I started with kissing the nice purple head of it. I stick out my tongue and went on with licking the head of his cock and then slowly taking it into my mouth. By that time his cock had already grew up to 9 inches and got a little thicker.

I started blowing on it and taking it deeper into my mouth but I was barely able to take a half of. That’s when Alex grabbed my head with both his hands and started thrusting his cock deep down my throat making me gag on it.

After around ten minutes of facefucking me, he pulled his cock out and aimed at my face. I felt around a dozen of hot shots hitting my face. He then wiped the rest of cum from his cock with my t-shirt and patted me on the cheek.

“Good fag! Now get up and bring me another beer”

Yes, sir. You’re bigger and stronger than me. Body hair is a sign of masculinity and superiority. That’s why I’m inferior to you. I just imagine rubbing that hairy belly and burying my face between those hairy pecs

“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”

“Yes, Sir. You’re right. I’m so pathetic next to you”, I tried to flex my arm but he just laughed into my face.

“Grab it and try to squeeze”, I did as he said. Straining my hands over his huge peak I was barely able to bring the tips of the fingers on both of my hands together. I tried to squeeze his rock hard bicep without any success.

As the next he cupped my head from behind and pushed my face to his bicep — “Kiss it, fag!”

I kissed his upperarm and stick my tongue out to lick on it. His salty sweat gave me the taste of a real Man, which I will never be.