Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2023 19:10:07 -0500 From: Marco May Subject: Punishing Papi's White Boyfriend AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following short story was written on August 12, 2020, and originally planned for Nifty. It's the shorter version of a JMS Books publication titled "Punishing My Brother's Best Friend" that was edited to meet my publisher's guidelines, released on March 27, 2021. After shelving this version for more than two years, I finally decided to have it published exclusively on Nifty. ===*=== Punishing Papi's White Boyfriend ===*=== On a midsummer night, I stared at him hard with deep resentment, just the two of us alone in the basement. I stared at the very man who'd dared to steal Papi away from me. It wasn't that I wanted my own father in a sexual or romantic way, but that I hated every man he dated because I wanted all the attention for myself. Mami, who'd given me life eighteen years ago, didn't care enough to stick around after I'd told her that Papi needed my support for dealing with his sexuality that had ended their marriage. She'd gone to live with family somewhere in Puerto Rico, while Papi and I had stayed here in Michigan. He was all I had left. That was okay; Mami was dead to me. I stood in the center of the dim basement with the door closed, completely naked. Papi was asleep upstairs, so it was just the two of us down here. I watched this man intently, all tied up on the bench press with his mouth taped shut and his clothes on the floor. He had a name but didn't deserve one---just slave, and as lowercased as his existence. He'd been dating Papi for a year. Okay, so he was hot as fuck and in top shape for a White man in his forties, which wasn't a shock why he'd won Papi's affection. But Papi wasn't ready to date just yet. He might have told himself otherwise, but I refused to accept it. slave whimpered, his green eyes pleading for mercy, while I held onto one of Papi's leather belts with a firm grip, with both ends of the belt in my hand to form a menacing loop that complimented my big jock stature. His eyes were misty from what I sensed as terror, but at this point, it was too late. He needed to be punished, especially for lasting much longer with Papi than the other men had. A year was way too long, and I'd had enough of it. What if they got married someday? God, I hated slave for being such a thief after wooing Papi with sex and love. It was supposed to be just me and Papi; I wasn't ready to share him with anyone. But while I hated slave the more I looked at him, my dick also twitched at the sight of his face and body that explained why Papi swooned over this fine piece of meat. I stepped closer to slave, still gripping the belt. My eyes were glued to his. If I really wanted to, I could be evil and make something up to break him and Papi apart, like slave cheating with other men, touching me inappropriately, or whatever else I could cook up in my devious head, but I wanted to have some fun. After all, my dick had needs. Earlier tonight, slave had been drinking with Papi as part of my eighteenth birthday celebration, and Papi had passed out in his room a bit too early. Since I'd been sober, I'd taken full advantage of the situation by leading slave down into the basement and having him sit on the bench press. Little had he known what I'd planned for him. With some "innocent" talk, one thing had led to another, and he'd wasted no time being bold enough to strip for me for reasons I didn't know. That had prompted me to do the same. I'd quickly tied him up with his hands behind him and his legs spread apart. He'd thought I was being silly and hadn't complained about it. He was sober now, so he had to realize just how trapped he really was. I ripped the tape off his mouth but kept his hands tied. He hissed from the pain and didn't let go of my gaze, his eyes glistening. "P-please d-d-don't do this! This isn't right!" He was clearly frightened, and it made me smile on the inside. I sure wasn't being silly now. I drank him in, my dick hardening by the second. "I hate that you took my dad away from me." slave swallowed. "I understand you never liked me, and now I know why. But I love your dad and he loves me. I just want you to be happy for us." I tightly grabbed some of slave's short, brown hair and lifted his head up to force him to look at me more closely. "I will let you go. Eventually. But I have to punish you first." He broke down in sobs. "All I wanted was for the three of us to be happy together like a family. I'd never do anything to hurt your dad. You know that!" "But you hurt me by dating him, and now I feel like it's going to last forever between you guys. I can't forgive you for that." "I didn't mean to hurt you! I didn't even know you felt that way the whole time! I swear!" I looked at him some more, then spat on his flawless face, watching my spit trickle down his cheek along with fresh tears. "You're a piece of shit, you worthless scum. You don't deserve my dad. You should be a slave instead." But something captured my attention down below. slave's flaccid dick twitched until it started to grow semi-hard. Even his small breath no longer reeked of fear. "I'm a piece of shit." He'd said it so softly and obediently. "Punish me as you wish, Master." My eyebrows rose in surprise. He was very much turned on by this; he'd even addressed me as Master without being told to do so. My dick ached with pleasure because I hadn't jerked off in a few days. Now, slave was officially mine, and I'd teach him a lesson for getting involved with Papi. I stepped even closer until my legs stood on either side of the bench press, and slave's hands were still tied around it. I waved my thick erection at him, then raised the belt in midair and pulled his hair again with a smirk spanning my face. I wanted to experience just how happy he made Papi feel. I pushed slave's head down and shoved all eight inches inside his mouth. "Suck my fucking dick, you dirty slut." And in no time, he did just that. His warm mouth slurped away, his lips perfectly wrapped around the shaft. The hungry way he sucked me confirmed just how badly he needed this. He was made for this, just like a natural slut. He could've rejected me if he really didn't want to mess around, but here he was, submitting to me by nature. He moaned with his mouth stuffed. As he let go, he looked up at me with desire written all over his face. His average-size dick was fully erect. "I'm your dirty slut, Master." He sounded so horny now. God, this turned me on so much. I'd had sexual thoughts of slave many times over the course of his relationship with Papi, despite how much I hated him. Who knew if he'd wanted me the entire time. Never had I imagined it would come to this, let alone sex with anyone. Despite my attractive looks, I'd been a virgin until tonight because I was extremely picky, and I had yet to find anyone my age appealing. I tried not to let my inexperience show; I was the boss here, after all. slave continued giving my dick the undivided attention it needed. Then, I grabbed onto the back of his head and pushed myself deep inside his mouth until I felt his throat. He immediately gagged. "Fucking suck this big dick, you nasty whore." slave gagged some more and coughed while my dick was forced out of his mouth. Thick strings of saliva dripped from both my dick and his mouth, hanging like a web of man spit. His reddening eyes were flooded with tears, and he sniffled a couple of times. I stuffed his mouth again and did the same thing several more times, fucking his throat each time. I was suddenly in love with his mouth, and I couldn't stop doing this. I was driven by lust and hatred, feelings of conflict. I wanted this stupid fuck out of Papi's life, out of our lives, but I had more use for slave than I'd thought. He'd break up with Papi and continue being my very own toy to satisfy all my needs whenever I wanted. I didn't want to let go of slave's mouth, but I had to claim his other hole. I didn't care if Papi used both his holes. slave was all mine now. I pulled out of his mouth and tapped his face hard a few times. "You're nothing but shit. Fucking tell me you're shit. Say it!" slave kept his watery eyes on me, sniffling. "I'm shit, Master." I untied his hands to set him free, then grabbed onto his hair to force him to stand up and face me. I towered over him in height with a bigger frame, and he looked totally submissive in front of me. Then again, maybe he'd always been a sub behind closed doors. I flicked his pink dick hard out of mockery, which paled in comparison to my bigger brown one. I turned him around with force and pushed him toward the bench press to get him on all fours. Tonight was the first time I'd seen him naked, making me hornier than ever. He was smoother than I was. His round, pasty cheeks were also smooth, but he had plenty of hair in his crack. With a smirk on my face, I gave one of his pasty ass cheeks a hard slap. "I bet you want this big Latino dick." "I do, Master." "I bet you've wanted me since we first met." It took a moment for slave to respond. He gave me a hesitant nod. Given that I hadn't been eighteen just yet, I imagined the dirty old fuck was ashamed to admit the truth. Granted, I was a fully developed jock with nice pecs, plenty of body hair, heavy scruff on my face, a furry bubble butt, and a big-ass dick that had a lot of girth. I wasn't exactly a smooth and skinny little twink, and I looked and sounded older than my age. I was even bigger and taller than Papi. slave was still a creep, though. He'd probably had all sorts of nasty fantasies about me when I'd been jailbait until today. That alone deserved a punishment. "Well, I'm gonna fuck you like my dad probably has, you nasty slut." "Fuck me, Master." Of course, I had no idea just how Papi fucked slave, but I prayed I'd do a great job at it. I not only watched lots of porn, but I read lots of stuff about BDSM and being a Dominant. I'd make sure I'd remember everything I could without it being obvious. Whether I sucked at it, I wouldn't know. I could probably use some training from an experienced Dominant once I had the money to pay for his time, but until then, I had to wing it myself. I stared at the looped belt that was still in my hand, and I shifted my focus to slave's hot ass. "The punishment's not over yet, stupid fuck." When he glanced at the belt in my raised hand, he swallowed and turned his head away, cowering like a wimp. He said nothing at all. He knew exactly what to expect. He didn't even try to stop me, which spoke volumes. I'd never done any of this in my life. My heart raced a bit because of what I found myself wanting to do to slave. This wasn't porn; this was the real thing. I was actually having sex for the first time. Still, there was no reason to show him that. As long as he knew I was in charge without questioning it, that was what mattered. For all he knew, I wasn't a virgin. Right now, I needed to take my frustration out on him, to express the anger I felt toward him for stealing Papi's attention. What made it all the better was that slave wanted to do this as well. I raised the belt and finally gave slave's ass cheeks a decent whip. He flinched, but much to my surprise, he started rubbing his average dick. He enjoyed this; he needed it. I gave him another whip, a little harder this time. My anger got the best of me with just the reminder of his stealing Papi's attention. He wasn't going to be with him forever; I'd make sure of that. slave hissed with clenched teeth from the presumed pain, but he remained touching himself. Another whip, more flinching and clenching, and yet a few more whips until my own dick leaked into a stringy mess. More whips, causing slave's body to shake. I gritted my teeth the more I stared at him, hating him yet lusting after him at the same time. After a few more whips, harder and harder, and getting turned on by hearing slave whimper while taking it like a naughty slut, I dropped the belt on the floor and caressed his red cheeks tenderly for a moment. Just looking at what I'd done to him made me question whether I was a sick monster. Was I, though? Fuck... "Did that hurt, slave?" I tried not to care but failed. I had to fight my emotions. He nodded quickly and looked at me with tears rolling down his cheeks. He cried softly with a few sniffles. "Y-yes, Master. But I loved it. It turned me on so much." My heart sank with relief. The last thing I needed was to get into deep shit. I vaguely remembered something about aftercare; I had more stuff to learn. "Good. Does my dad ever do that to you?" "No, Master. He's...very vanilla. He doesn't even like rimming." I didn't need to hear any more since this was Papi we were talking about. Still, the fact that I was able to pleasure slave in a way Papi would never be able to, gave me all the assurance I needed to know that slave was still mine, my very own fuck toy. Now, I had to fuck slave's ass. Just looking at it teased me enough to be too impatient to wait any longer. Since I didn't have any lube with me, I spit as much as I could into my hand and slathered the saliva all over my dick, mixing it with the heavy precum I'd produced. As much as I wanted to pound slave right away, I had a feeling I had to be careful and not make him bleed. I wanted to hurt him without actually hurting him, if that made sense. "Do you have a safe word?" I remembered something about that, but I hoped slave didn't have to use one, since I didn't want to have to stop if I could help it. What if it felt too good? "Yes, Master. It's `slavelet.'" I lowered my eyebrows in confusion. "What the fuck does that mean?" "I like feeling lower than the lowest, Master. Beneath the underneath." That made sense, and it was clear as day that Papi didn't make him as happy as he claimed. slave needed someone else---he needed Master... I dabbed the head of my dick against his pink pucker a few times, slapping the thick shaft against his cheeks and back to his hole again. I was going to lose my virginity to this hot fucker who didn't deserve Papi, and I was ready for it. I slid inside slave little by little, his hissing creating sweet music to my ears. Maybe this hurt him more than the belt had, but he'd been able to take getting his ass abused a moment ago, so he could take getting fucked raw with no lube. Besides, he had a safe word, and I'd have no choice but to stop. I pushed myself deeper and ignored his whimpering. Finally, I was all the way in, and his hole felt soft and warm around my shaft. He was neither tight nor loose, and it felt amazing being inside him. My anger toward him started melting away just a little, and in came a gradual feeling of something foreign, like a connection I wasn't used to having. I couldn't explain what it was in detail, but I knew more than ever that I could never share him with Papi, no matter how much Papi loved him. He was mine now, and I'd make him break up with Papi for good. Maybe I'd gotten my possessive jealousy from Papi, but I couldn't change the reality. I started with slow thrusts while my hands clamped onto slave's smooth and bruised cheeks. "Stroke your little dick for me." Even though it wasn't that little, just average, I knew he wanted to be humiliated. He did as told and motioned his hand right away, confirming that he started feeling pleasure from this. I owned him now, and while I tried to fight all the conflicting emotions he instilled in me, I knew in my heart that I'd finally found my own happiness, the kind I probably couldn't get with anyone else. I didn't want a relationship like Papi had with him; I wanted ownership. As I quickened the pace, slave's ass jiggled enough to tease my dick some more and force me to slow down a bit to avoid coming too fast. I wanted to enjoy my new toy during the important christening of my first sexual experience. Okay, so I was new to sex and domination, and I had much more to learn, but that was what a willing slave was for. He'd give me the experience I needed. Of course, I'd never admit such thoughts to anyone. I could never let my inexperience show. I vaguely remembered something about power exchange, and that sounded scary. Shit, could that ever happen between us? "Fuck me, Master." Given the apparent desire in his tone, slave begged for my big dick, just like the dirty old man he was. I had both his holes to use for my pleasure anytime I wanted. He hadn't said "no" once, having obeyed me the whole time, the way he was supposed to do. I fucked him harder, his pasty ass cheeks slapping against my brown skin, a damp friction that told us it was getting hot in here. We did this for minutes until I sped up the pace and hammered my way inside him for all that he was worth, my face and body now slick with sweat. God, was I angry still, but horny and possessive, too. slave moaned louder, and he stroked faster like the willing slut he was. "Use my hole, Master! It's yours!" "Fucking right it's mine, whore. You're my toy, nothing more." This feeling that overcame me hit me like a hypnosis, and I couldn't stop pounding his ass until I was ready to breed his pink hole. I breathed harder while both of us were covered in sweat, and his moans helped make me even more ready to come. slave heaved a few more breaths and let out a gasp. "I'm coming, Master! Ngh, I'm coming..." He moaned loudly as he came, probably shooting all over the bench press, since I couldn't witness it myself from this angle. He continued enjoying being rammed by my dick, and he gyrated his hips to aid in my release, smiling like sluts did. He loved it like a certified slut, and if I didn't know any better, I might have even satisfied him much more than Papi had ever done with as bored of vanilla sex as he clearly was. "I want your cum, Master." That turned me on more. "Yeah?" "Yes, Master. Please come inside me." "Fuck, I'm getting close..." "Yes, Master. Come for your slut. I want that man milk in me. Breed me, Master." "Get ready, you dirty old fuck..." "Oh, Master, yeah! Give it to me! Breed me!" When the moment of my release came, I uttered a loud groan and gripped slave's ass cheeks harder. I felt my cum filling his hole while filling me with sweet ecstasy, my body shaking. "Gah, fuck!" I was in a lustful kind of heaven, and I could tell I'd come a lot inside him, days' worth of cum. A small smile spanned slave's hot face. "Thank you, Master." I collapsed onto his slick back, catching my breath. I leaned into his ear and smiled as if drunk from the afterglow. "From now on, you're not going to be with my dad anymore, or with anyone else." I hated slave's guts, but now, I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about him even a little. When I got off him and stood back up, he remained on all fours and didn't say a word. Was he sad? "I'm all yours, Master. I'll never say `no' to you because that word isn't in my vocabulary." "Yep, because you're my slave now, and I get to use you anytime I want." "But, Master...how would we see each other regularly?" "Easy. I drive to your house whenever I'm horny and you'll be ready for me each time. No one ever has to know since it's our little secret. But I'd better not find out you're still with my dad, you got that?" slave gave me a quick nod of obedience, his ass still facing me. Who knew how he really felt about Papi, if it was actually love. What I did know was that he'd agreed to be mine for a reason. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. "You're also not staying the night tonight. In fact, you're going to go home and send my dad a breakup text before you go to bed. And make it convincing enough so he'll never want you back. You'll think of something, I'm sure." slave eyed me with the most conflicted look on his face I'd ever seen, but he nodded obediently. "Yes, Master." I'd successfully crushed any chance he had left with Papi, just as planned. Somehow, I wasn't entirely convinced he was as deeply sad as I'd expected him to be. If he genuinely loved Papi, he wouldn't have let me use him like a sex toy. I fought for Papi's attention because I loved him, and I'd probably do the same with a man--- Wait, no, what the fuck? I wasn't available for romantic love! I shoved that shit out of my head and stared at slave's ass. "I want to see my cum drip out of your ass." Just like it happened in the best of gay porn, I had to see it for myself. "Yes, Master." After a moment, slave pushed his swollen anus outward, all nice and puffy. He farted out quite a bit of my thick cum with several pushes, making a white mess down his legs and on the bench press. This whole experience had been fun. My first time had been awesome. I could probably go for round two, but I was getting tired already, and it was late. Still, no longer did I feel resentment toward slave because I had Papi all to myself again. It was finally over between them. ===*=== I'm Marco May, a published author of gay romance and erotica, both contemporary and paranormal. My focus is on new adult, college, BDSM, kink, and age gaps, with some taboo. For my free stories on other sites, and my digital and print publications across various bookstores, visit: https://lovelustlit.wordpress.com For my Nifty stories, visit: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#marcomay To contact me, send an email to: lovelustlit@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty! DISCLAIMER: The names and details of all the characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. (c) 2020-2023, Marco May. All Rights Reserved.