Hey guys! This is the same story as my previous post, but I’ve fixed the pacing a little bit and added some details. I hope you enjoy!
In the bustling city of Los Angeles, there was a muscular Latino man named Diego. He was 36 years old with a full head of curly hair that he kept short. He had golden-brown skin and a pair of piercing, brown, hooded eyes that seemed to have the ability to peer down into your deepest desires. He had a full beard and a smile of pearly white teeth that gave everyone chills. He was also hairy all over and had a marvelously hairy torso that trailed into a mighty bush. He was most well known for his impressive uncut cock that, when erect, had the girth of a coke can and surpassed the length of two stacked on top of one another.
Diego had always been interested in women and had many passionate encounters with them throughout his life; however, sometimes he found himself watching porn of skinny twinks getting plowed by muscular men like himself, but he didn’t think much of it since they looked feminine. His tastes were a little extreme anyway, with his search history consisting mostly of BDSM. He had a natural dominance in him and a little bit of a sadistic streak that he felt compelled to express. He had an assortment of BDSM gear that he kept in his bedside table for when he slept with women who were into his kinky side.
Recently, he had begun to participate in the culture and attend the local BDSM club. He was pleasantly surprised by the large amount of women who were willing to submit to his sadistic desires; however, there was one thing about this club that gave him pause. There was a gay section that he caught glimpses of every time he would walk in. He would always hear noises of men moaning and the sounds of leather cracking as he passed.
One night he decided to dress up before going. He put on a pair of pants that were cut out in the front, exposing a leather jockstrap that he had to buy custom because of his size. He was wearing a harness that accentuated his big muscles and a leather hat that exuded his inner dominance. He had about an hour before the club opened, so he stood in front of the mirror and admired his seductive outfit. As the clock struck 11 PM, he walked out the door and started to make his way to the club, his size-16 boots thumping against the pavement.
As he was about a block away, he noticed a young man in his early 20s sitting on the curb. He possessed a small frame and couldn’t have been taller than 5’7”. He was wearing a crop top that exposed his slender stomach and shorts that only went a few inches below his thigh gap. The young twink looked up at him wide-eyed, full of desire, and gave a smirk. Diego stopped and looked down.
“Hi, I’m Miguel!” The boy said in a friendly tone.
“What is someone your age doing in the Red Light district?” Diego asked as he took notice of how the boy’s ass filled his shorts completely.
“I live a couple blocks down and I’ve been noticing a bunch of sexy men dressed like you walking down this way, so I wanted to come check it out.”
Diego noticed that Miguel’s gaze had shifted to his large jockstrap.
“Well, you’ll have to wait for someone else, because I’m only interested in women.”
“So it seems.” Miguel said, eyeing Diego’s growing bulge.
Diego scoffed and walked into the club, leaving a snickering Miguel on the curb.
Diego decided to get a drink following his irritating encounter. He sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey neat. Everyone tended to gather in the bar area before entering the dungeon. Diego didn’t see any of his female partners that would usually meet him around this time. He figured he would finish his whiskey, and if no one showed up, he’d leave. He hated the prospect of spending so much time getting ready and no one appreciating it. Right then, he saw Miguel standing beside the entrance to the gay section of the dungeon. He had nothing on but a tiny black thong revealing a tiny bulge and a plump, round ass. He was staring directly at Diego with a taunting smile. Diego felt his jockstrap start to tighten. He gave his best annoyed face and looked away, trying to focus on his whiskey. He did his best to ignore his body’s bizarre reaction to Miguel. He didn’t understand how Miguel could have that effect on him. He had only seen twinks with asses so round in porn. After about 5 minutes, he looked back to the entrance and saw that Miguel was gone. He then looked down at his erection, which was beginning to become painful from being restrained. He knew now that it wasn’t going to go away.
“I’m going to make him regret this,” Diego said under his breath as he closed his tab and ventured into the dungeon after Miguel.
Diego wandered through the dungeon, the scent of leather and sweat filling his nostrils. The space was dimly lit, making it hard to make out anything. He couldn’t shake the image of Miguel from his mind. He imagined what it would look like bare, stuffed with his cock. His jockstrap was almost bursting at the thought. The discomfort being no longer bearable, he removed his jockstrap, releasing his massive cock into the brisk air of the dungeon. Its deep brown complexion and sheer size caused those in the vicinity to stare. He didn’t care, though. He only cared about finding and teaching Miguel a lesson.
As he searched the club, his cock remained stiff in front of him. It was as if it were a homing missile tracking Miguel’s whereabouts. As he turned a corner, he stumbled upon a room where he saw Miguel squatting on his knees on top of a table next to some ropes. Miguel was virtually hairless. His thick thighs were pressing against his shins, and his round, shiny ass rested on the table. His back was arched up, accentuating the contrast between his slim waist and wide hips. He had a skinnier waist than any woman Diego had ever been with. Diego’s pink, shiny tip began to ooze liquid.
Miguel turned around as he heard Diego enter the room. Miguel’s eyes widened as he noticed Diego’s exposed erection. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” he said as Diego inched closer to him. Then, Diego stopped, stood in front of him, and didn’t say anything. He just stared at Miguel. “I thought that you wouldn’t give in to it after that look you gave me,” Miguel said as he reached out and started to trace Diego’s abs with his finger. “What changed your mind?” Miguel trailed his finger down Diego’s happy trail and through his thick bush. As Miguel's delicate fingers traced the girth of Diego's massive cock, he couldn't help but be amazed by its sheer size and power. The length and thickness of Diego's member were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and the sight of it standing proud and ready before him stirred a deep sense of awe and excitement within Miguel. As he wrapped his hand around Diego's shaft, feeling its weight and heat in his palm, Miguel marveled at the contrast between his slender fingers and the thickness of Diego's cock. It was also harder and warmer than any cock he had ever held in his hand.
“Never mind, it looks like you didn’t have a choice,” Miguel joked as he began to stroke Diego. Diego slapped his hand away and grabbed him by the chin. He looked Miguel in the eyes and then down at his tight hole. “You’re going to regret that.” Diego pushed Miguel forward, raising his ass in the air. He began to smack it with his leather gloves. Then, without thinking, he buried his face in Miguel’s hole. His long tongue reached deep inside Miguel, licking and swirling around the tight entrance, feeling Miguel’s body tense and squirm beneath him. Diego felt a rush of desire wash over him as he continued to pleasure Miguel with his mouth, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. Miguel was gasping and moaning, his body writhing with pleasure as Diego’s tongue worked its magic.
Diego could feel the tension building in Miguel’s body, the anticipation of what was to come. As Diego continued to devour Miguel, he felt a primal urge rising within him, a need to claim and possess this fresh meat in front of him. Diego gently placed a ball gag in Miguel’s mouth and fastened it to the back of his head. He reached for the rope on the table and quickly bound Miguel’s wrists, securing them tightly before standing up and positioning himself behind Miguel. With a firm grip on Miguel’s hips, Diego entered him slowly and deliberately. Miguel let out a loud moan as Diego’s 11 inches lay snug in his tight cavity. Diego savored this moment, being able to remain completely inside for as long as he wanted, seeing how long it would take for Miguel to try and stop him. Miguel squirmed from the sheer amount of sensations his hole was experiencing. He had never had something so large and hot inside him.
“This starts your training, boy! You need to be able to hold me whenever and for however long I want!” Diego said with fierceness. Miguel’s eyes widened. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold him, but he was determined to impress Diego. As time passed, Miguel began to whimper and moan, his insides began to twitch more violently around Diego’s member. Diego was impressed with Miguel’s ability to hold him, for most girls took a while getting adjusted to his massive size. It was beginning to seem like an eternity to Miguel. Diego’s cock continued to grow inside him, and he didn’t know if he could handle it growing any larger than it was. With a whimper of defeat, Miguel signaled a “T” with his bound hands for “Time Out.” Diego understood and exited him.
“I’m impressed,” Diego said while smacking Miguel’s ass. “Most girls only last 2 minutes.” Diego knew then that he had found something special in Miguel.
Diego went to grab something off the wall. Miguel’s eyes widened with arousal and fear as he saw Diego wielding a riding crop. It had a thin flexible rod with a skinny long tongue at the end. It was designed perfectly for reddening Miguel’s smooth, pale cheeks.
“It’s time for your reward,” he began to smack Miguel’s ass, leaving red squares on his flesh as his eyes rolled back in his head. The room was filled with the sounds of Miguel’s moans and the sharp crack of the crop. Diego looked down at Miguel’s tiny erect cock. He grabbed it and pulled it back towards Miguel’s hole, bringing it into better view. He had never touched another cock before, let alone one so small. There was something so feminine about Miguel’s cock that made Diego go crazy. It was completely hairless without a single visible hair, his balls the size of cherries compared to his own being similar to tennis balls. He gently started to tap Miguel’s balls with the riding crop. Miguel squirmed trying to avoid Diego’s whacking.
“Do you not like your reward?” Diego asked as he struck his sack. Miguel winced from the deep guttural pain and sharp sting that the riding crop meeting his balls generated. The pain was intense, but there was something erotic about it to Miguel. Maybe it was how depraved Diego was for doing it.
“Do you not appreciate the special attention I’m showing to your balls?” Diego delivered another whack, harder this time. Miguel let out a whimper. “Maybe I am being a little neglectful, you want it to be harder right.” Miguel’s eyes widened and his cock began to ooze precum. Diego smiled. ‘What a little slut’ he thought. He started to increase his speed. Each strike to Miguel’s balls became more intense. Miguel began to practically drool from his cock. A string of liquid hung from his cock and connected with the table underneath him. Diego interrupted the stream with the tongue of his riding crop, allowing it to pool. He watched in disbelief, as he held onto his own raging erection. He was used to his partners merely tolerating his punishments, let alone enjoying them as much as Miguel. He started to use the crop to tap on Miguel’s leaking tip. Miguel let out a soft moan as his cock started to twitch.
Diego’s lust began to overwhelm him. He needed everyone in the club to see what he saw. He decided that he needed to make a spectacle of Miguel’s adorable twink cock. He stood Miguel up and led him to the center of the dungeon where he tied his wrists and ankles to a cross. His cock was now out in the open for everyone in the club to see and at the mercy of Diego’s riding crop!
In the bustling city of Los Angeles, there was a muscular Latino man named Diego. He was 36 years old with a full head of curly hair that he kept short. He had golden-brown skin and a pair of piercing, brown, hooded eyes that seemed to have the ability to peer down into your deepest desires. He had a full beard and a smile of pearly white teeth that gave everyone chills. He was also hairy all over and had a marvelously hairy torso that trailed into a mighty bush. He was most well known for his impressive uncut cock that, when erect, had the girth of a coke can and surpassed the length of two stacked on top of one another.
Diego had always been interested in women and had many passionate encounters with them throughout his life; however, sometimes he found himself watching porn of skinny twinks getting plowed by muscular men like himself, but he didn’t think much of it since they looked feminine. His tastes were a little extreme anyway, with his search history consisting mostly of BDSM. He had a natural dominance in him and a little bit of a sadistic streak that he felt compelled to express. He had an assortment of BDSM gear that he kept in his bedside table for when he slept with women who were into his kinky side.
Recently, he had begun to participate in the culture and attend the local BDSM club. He was pleasantly surprised by the large amount of women who were willing to submit to his sadistic desires; however, there was one thing about this club that gave him pause. There was a gay section that he caught glimpses of every time he would walk in. He would always hear noises of men moaning and the sounds of leather cracking as he passed.
One night he decided to dress up before going. He put on a pair of pants that were cut out in the front, exposing a leather jockstrap that he had to buy custom because of his size. He was wearing a harness that accentuated his big muscles and a leather hat that exuded his inner dominance. He had about an hour before the club opened, so he stood in front of the mirror and admired his seductive outfit. As the clock struck 11 PM, he walked out the door and started to make his way to the club, his size-16 boots thumping against the pavement.
As he was about a block away, he noticed a young man in his early 20s sitting on the curb. He possessed a small frame and couldn’t have been taller than 5’7”. He was wearing a crop top that exposed his slender stomach and shorts that only went a few inches below his thigh gap. The young twink looked up at him wide-eyed, full of desire, and gave a smirk. Diego stopped and looked down.
“Hi, I’m Miguel!” The boy said in a friendly tone.
“What is someone your age doing in the Red Light district?” Diego asked as he took notice of how the boy’s ass filled his shorts completely.
“I live a couple blocks down and I’ve been noticing a bunch of sexy men dressed like you walking down this way, so I wanted to come check it out.”
Diego noticed that Miguel’s gaze had shifted to his large jockstrap.
“Well, you’ll have to wait for someone else, because I’m only interested in women.”
“So it seems.” Miguel said, eyeing Diego’s growing bulge.
Diego scoffed and walked into the club, leaving a snickering Miguel on the curb.
Diego decided to get a drink following his irritating encounter. He sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey neat. Everyone tended to gather in the bar area before entering the dungeon. Diego didn’t see any of his female partners that would usually meet him around this time. He figured he would finish his whiskey, and if no one showed up, he’d leave. He hated the prospect of spending so much time getting ready and no one appreciating it. Right then, he saw Miguel standing beside the entrance to the gay section of the dungeon. He had nothing on but a tiny black thong revealing a tiny bulge and a plump, round ass. He was staring directly at Diego with a taunting smile. Diego felt his jockstrap start to tighten. He gave his best annoyed face and looked away, trying to focus on his whiskey. He did his best to ignore his body’s bizarre reaction to Miguel. He didn’t understand how Miguel could have that effect on him. He had only seen twinks with asses so round in porn. After about 5 minutes, he looked back to the entrance and saw that Miguel was gone. He then looked down at his erection, which was beginning to become painful from being restrained. He knew now that it wasn’t going to go away.
“I’m going to make him regret this,” Diego said under his breath as he closed his tab and ventured into the dungeon after Miguel.
Diego wandered through the dungeon, the scent of leather and sweat filling his nostrils. The space was dimly lit, making it hard to make out anything. He couldn’t shake the image of Miguel from his mind. He imagined what it would look like bare, stuffed with his cock. His jockstrap was almost bursting at the thought. The discomfort being no longer bearable, he removed his jockstrap, releasing his massive cock into the brisk air of the dungeon. Its deep brown complexion and sheer size caused those in the vicinity to stare. He didn’t care, though. He only cared about finding and teaching Miguel a lesson.
As he searched the club, his cock remained stiff in front of him. It was as if it were a homing missile tracking Miguel’s whereabouts. As he turned a corner, he stumbled upon a room where he saw Miguel squatting on his knees on top of a table next to some ropes. Miguel was virtually hairless. His thick thighs were pressing against his shins, and his round, shiny ass rested on the table. His back was arched up, accentuating the contrast between his slim waist and wide hips. He had a skinnier waist than any woman Diego had ever been with. Diego’s pink, shiny tip began to ooze liquid.
Miguel turned around as he heard Diego enter the room. Miguel’s eyes widened as he noticed Diego’s exposed erection. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” he said as Diego inched closer to him. Then, Diego stopped, stood in front of him, and didn’t say anything. He just stared at Miguel. “I thought that you wouldn’t give in to it after that look you gave me,” Miguel said as he reached out and started to trace Diego’s abs with his finger. “What changed your mind?” Miguel trailed his finger down Diego’s happy trail and through his thick bush. As Miguel's delicate fingers traced the girth of Diego's massive cock, he couldn't help but be amazed by its sheer size and power. The length and thickness of Diego's member were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and the sight of it standing proud and ready before him stirred a deep sense of awe and excitement within Miguel. As he wrapped his hand around Diego's shaft, feeling its weight and heat in his palm, Miguel marveled at the contrast between his slender fingers and the thickness of Diego's cock. It was also harder and warmer than any cock he had ever held in his hand.
“Never mind, it looks like you didn’t have a choice,” Miguel joked as he began to stroke Diego. Diego slapped his hand away and grabbed him by the chin. He looked Miguel in the eyes and then down at his tight hole. “You’re going to regret that.” Diego pushed Miguel forward, raising his ass in the air. He began to smack it with his leather gloves. Then, without thinking, he buried his face in Miguel’s hole. His long tongue reached deep inside Miguel, licking and swirling around the tight entrance, feeling Miguel’s body tense and squirm beneath him. Diego felt a rush of desire wash over him as he continued to pleasure Miguel with his mouth, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. Miguel was gasping and moaning, his body writhing with pleasure as Diego’s tongue worked its magic.
Diego could feel the tension building in Miguel’s body, the anticipation of what was to come. As Diego continued to devour Miguel, he felt a primal urge rising within him, a need to claim and possess this fresh meat in front of him. Diego gently placed a ball gag in Miguel’s mouth and fastened it to the back of his head. He reached for the rope on the table and quickly bound Miguel’s wrists, securing them tightly before standing up and positioning himself behind Miguel. With a firm grip on Miguel’s hips, Diego entered him slowly and deliberately. Miguel let out a loud moan as Diego’s 11 inches lay snug in his tight cavity. Diego savored this moment, being able to remain completely inside for as long as he wanted, seeing how long it would take for Miguel to try and stop him. Miguel squirmed from the sheer amount of sensations his hole was experiencing. He had never had something so large and hot inside him.
“This starts your training, boy! You need to be able to hold me whenever and for however long I want!” Diego said with fierceness. Miguel’s eyes widened. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold him, but he was determined to impress Diego. As time passed, Miguel began to whimper and moan, his insides began to twitch more violently around Diego’s member. Diego was impressed with Miguel’s ability to hold him, for most girls took a while getting adjusted to his massive size. It was beginning to seem like an eternity to Miguel. Diego’s cock continued to grow inside him, and he didn’t know if he could handle it growing any larger than it was. With a whimper of defeat, Miguel signaled a “T” with his bound hands for “Time Out.” Diego understood and exited him.
“I’m impressed,” Diego said while smacking Miguel’s ass. “Most girls only last 2 minutes.” Diego knew then that he had found something special in Miguel.
Diego went to grab something off the wall. Miguel’s eyes widened with arousal and fear as he saw Diego wielding a riding crop. It had a thin flexible rod with a skinny long tongue at the end. It was designed perfectly for reddening Miguel’s smooth, pale cheeks.
“It’s time for your reward,” he began to smack Miguel’s ass, leaving red squares on his flesh as his eyes rolled back in his head. The room was filled with the sounds of Miguel’s moans and the sharp crack of the crop. Diego looked down at Miguel’s tiny erect cock. He grabbed it and pulled it back towards Miguel’s hole, bringing it into better view. He had never touched another cock before, let alone one so small. There was something so feminine about Miguel’s cock that made Diego go crazy. It was completely hairless without a single visible hair, his balls the size of cherries compared to his own being similar to tennis balls. He gently started to tap Miguel’s balls with the riding crop. Miguel squirmed trying to avoid Diego’s whacking.
“Do you not like your reward?” Diego asked as he struck his sack. Miguel winced from the deep guttural pain and sharp sting that the riding crop meeting his balls generated. The pain was intense, but there was something erotic about it to Miguel. Maybe it was how depraved Diego was for doing it.
“Do you not appreciate the special attention I’m showing to your balls?” Diego delivered another whack, harder this time. Miguel let out a whimper. “Maybe I am being a little neglectful, you want it to be harder right.” Miguel’s eyes widened and his cock began to ooze precum. Diego smiled. ‘What a little slut’ he thought. He started to increase his speed. Each strike to Miguel’s balls became more intense. Miguel began to practically drool from his cock. A string of liquid hung from his cock and connected with the table underneath him. Diego interrupted the stream with the tongue of his riding crop, allowing it to pool. He watched in disbelief, as he held onto his own raging erection. He was used to his partners merely tolerating his punishments, let alone enjoying them as much as Miguel. He started to use the crop to tap on Miguel’s leaking tip. Miguel let out a soft moan as his cock started to twitch.
Diego’s lust began to overwhelm him. He needed everyone in the club to see what he saw. He decided that he needed to make a spectacle of Miguel’s adorable twink cock. He stood Miguel up and led him to the center of the dungeon where he tied his wrists and ankles to a cross. His cock was now out in the open for everyone in the club to see and at the mercy of Diego’s riding crop!
