So, we found ourselves here. Still in the moment. It was just like how our friendship originally fell into place. We were each more than aware of who we were in the relationship and played off of one another. We each knew our place. This was a dream beyond compare though. Had I known that I would actually have had any kind of chance with this man, I would have tried harder in the past to make things more obvious. I was so lost in his body, his gaze, and his energy at this point.
But, here we were. I was kneeling in the middle of our apartment living room. Naked in front of my best friend. Staring up into his eyes as he looked down, his cock lay across my face, and his big set of balls resting on my chin. I could smell every bit of his manhood scent. It smelled exactly the way I liked and it was absolutely intoxicating to say the least. I just wanted to take it all in. It was making me more and more eager to get to show him how much I wanted him, but more importantly how much I needed him.
The words he said to me last were still ringing and echoing in my head.
"From friend to faggot."
"From friend to faggot."
"From friend to faggot."
It was weird hearing it at first come from Mike's mouth, but the more it sat the better it felt. The more I knew that all I needed to do was trust him. The more I was willing to completely submit under him and give into his needs until he was satisfied. The more I realized that I was his faggot and always would be when he needed me to be.
"You need that cock, don't you. Get a good whiff of my balls. A real man's balls. Not like that pathetic pair between your legs."
He put his foot back on top of my cock and pushed it between my legs. I started to get hard instantly. As he pushed down I leaned forward until my nose was buried in between his balls.
I inhaled deeply. This man smelled perfect. I couldn't help it. I was so hungry. I moaned and started to rub my nose into him. I rubbed the rest of my face against his hairy sack, taking the moment in and letting it consume me. I wanted his smell on me so badly it was primal.
I felt his fingers slide through my hair and pull my head straight back so I was looking upwards towards his gaze. The tip of his cock hovered just above my face. He let go of my head.
"Kiss it, fag."
I snapped out of the moment when I heard those words. I came back to focus on him.
I pushed up so my lips met the tip of his cock. I gave it a peck and pulled back just long enough to see Mike smirk. I began to kiss and lick around the head of his cock. He was semi hard, but his cock was still so thick and the head was even thicker. This cock was meant to breed and destroy.
"Good boy" he said as he pulled my head back and upward again.
"Open you mouth."
I do as I was told. He leaned down towards my face. He moved around in his mouth for a second and then pushed a glob of spit out of his mouth. I could see it dangle as it trailed directly into my mouth. As soon as the last bit fell, he spit hard to make sure I got every drop.
I sat there looking upward as he gazed down at his spit sitting in my mouth.
"Swallow, fag."
I swallowed it all and opened my mouth once more to show him that I had done as he asked.
"Good, boy."
I really couldn't get enough of hearing those words from Mike's mouth. He knew exactly what I needed from a man and was not afraid to show off his dominance.
He lifted his cock and put the head of his cock in my open mouth and let it rest there. We made eye contact for at least two minutes straight before he broke the silence.
"You ready for this, Fag?"
"Yes, Sir. Please." No hesitation.
He slide another couple inches into my mouth and stopped for a moment to gauge my response. My mouth already felt so full. He slid a couple inches more. I was about half way down his shaft. He stopped here and continued to look into my eyes. His cock on my tongue tasted delicious. I savored it while he paused.
He pushed slowly as he started to hit the back of my throat. I relaxed as much as I could, but Mike's cock was a beast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back slightly as he pushed more firmly.
"Open up that throat for me, fag. You're going to take this cock one way or another."
I gagged as he started to slide his cock down my throat. It didn't look like he had any intention of cutting me any slack. I closed my watering eyes as he pushed the last bit of his cock into my mouth. I felt his balls rest on my chin as his pubes encompassed my nose. I struggled, but he held firm to my hair, pulling me into him and holding me there.
I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, chuckling as I continued to gag and moan on his meat. My throat had never felt so full, but the smell of his bush in my nose made me want to keep going to serve this man. After what seemed like forever, he pulled back hard on my head, pulling his cock all the way out in one swoop.
I gasped for air as spit flooded out of my mouth and onto my chest. I leaned back as far as I could with his grasp trying desperately to catch my breath. I closed my eyes to sink into the moment. The next thing I felt was a hard slap straight across my face.
"Eyes up here, faggot. I want you to feel me. I want you to look at me. And I want you to see that you belong to me now, got it?!"
I nodded, not daring to break eye contact for a second. I stared with my mouth still open and ready to serve, feeling his dominance consume every part of me. I knew it. I belonged to this man. I couldn't forget that now. There was no going back. I accepted this as my part of this relationship.
I felt Him pull my head all the way back down onto the base of his cock. I gagged hard this time and choked. I felt my teeth scrape his cock a bit. He ripped my head back off his cock. Without a hesitation, he slapped my face and spit on me. He pushed his cock back down my throat and began to facefuck me relentlessly.
"You better not get your teeth on my cock again, faggot. I'll make sure you're sorry."
He was fucking my throat so deep I couldn't even respond. "Fuck, you little bitch. Your mouth feels so much better than any chicks mouth I've been inside."
His tone was different than before. Something had changed in him. He was full of lust and was going to use me until he was completely satisfied with his work.
Spit was streaming out of my mouth around his cock, down my chin, and onto my bare chest. He had been pounding my mouth for at least 5 minutes straight. With each thrust I felt his balls slap my chin. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
"Fuck, faggot. You are going to make me cum if I keep going on like this." He moaned loudly as he pulled my head off his cock so hard that I fell backwards onto my back.
I looked up to see him staring at me, standing tall, strong, and proud with his manhood hard and ready. I was on my back and elbows, legs open, cock and ball exposed, and covered in spit. I didn't move one muscle. I waited for him. He stepped forward, his foot on my cock and balls. He pressed down until he could see me wince a little. He smirked.
"Now do you understand, faggot. Your cock, your balls, your ass, and your body. They are going to be mine after this night."
"Yes, Sir." I felt a sensation course through my body as I spoke to him. For the first time, I said it without feeling any shame or hesitation inside myself. This was how it was. This is who I was meant to be. Mike's faggot.
"Good, body. Now stand up and face me."
