Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2018 13:26:50 +0000
From: Jacob Wiseass <jacobwiseass@outlook.com>
Subject: Little Man Extreme        Gay Authoritarian and Gay Urination

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Little Man Extreme


Derrick took it upon himself to help homeless people get back on their
feet. He wasn't part of some church group, or a do-gooder group from the
community; although he had nothing against the efforts of either of those
types of groups. But with his weird work schedule Derrick couldn't get
involved with other efforts and yet he felt a draw to help out in some way.

So he started by helping out at a soup kitchen, but really didn't feel he
fit in there as Derrick was really more of a loner-type of guy; didn't do
well in groups. He never responded well to social situations. He lived on
his own, worked on his own as a toll-taker on the main highway, and liked
his life just fine thank you.

Derrick didn't date at all either. Wasn't straight or gay. Didn't identify
as anything really, mostly wasn't interested. He stood 5'6" tall, weighed
in at a whopping 118 pounds, and simply never really finished developing at
all. His muscle tone was slight if existent at all. Derrick spent his days
and nights on call for as many shifts as he could get, and his off time
either sleeping, watching television, or helping out the homeless which he
felt called to do.

Eventually Derrick settled on making sandwiches and handing them out at a
shelter downtown. So three times a week, when he wasn't working, he made
tons of sandwiches and handed them out, which was a good thing for awhile,
but he felt he could do more.

It wasn't until the night he met Mordell Hart that Derrick finally figured
out his best way to help the plight of homeless men on the streets of his
city.

Derrick was standing by his car handing out his sandwiches one night to a
long line of men when he realized he was soon going to run out. So when he
passed out his last one he announced he would run home and make more and be
back soon. As the line disbursed, of course there were disappointed
mumblings and complaints; and Derrick was called names, etc. All of which
Derrick was used to because their need was so great.

But what Derrick wasn't used to, because it had never happened before, was
when a tall dark haired man from the line simply stepped up to Derrick and
back-handed him across the face. It brought tears to Derrick's eyes and his
hand flew to his face to feel the heat that was rising on his cheek. But
more shocking to Derrick was the fact his dick was getting hard as
well. Not all the way hard but he could feel a definite plump.

"You know man," this behemoth of a human being said stepping directly up to
Derrick and getting in his face, "you know what pisses me off most of
all...you do-gooders and your fucking promises."

"I'm sorry Sir, but there were more men than I anticipated."

"You better call me Sir, you little bitch."

"Yes Sir."

Mordell loved when little men like this were afraid of him. He knew how big
he was, he knew how his physique overpowered lesser men and he knew how
angry he was as well. Being laid off from his job after 15 years was bad
enough, but he was even more pissed off that he was diminished to the point
that he was dependent on a little blond shit like this for a fucking
sandwich. In this moment Mordell makes a snap decision that changes the
lives of both men forever.

"Right," Mordell announces, "I'm going with you just to make sure you come
back and feed these men tonight. Not one of us is going to bed hungry
tonight. Do you understand bitch?"

"But I promise you..." Derrick begins but is cut off by another backhand
across the other side of his face that nearly knocks him to the ground, but
manages to drive his cock to full hardness. Then this huge man grabs him by
the collars of his jacket and literally lifts him off his feet.

"I said, understand bitch?"

"Understood Sir."

"Good. Now get in your car and drive."

Derrick throws the empty sandwich bags into his trunk and jumps behind the
wheel of his car. Wondering the whole time about why his dick is so
hard. He can feel the giant of a man squeeze in next to him as his wide
shoulders and thick thighs are pressing against Derrick. The man slams the
car door as Derrick tries to make himself as small as possible.

"Drive!"

"Yes Sir." And Derrick starts the car and they take off.

Out of the corner of his eye Derrick could see the man settle in to his
seat further by pushing his ass forward, deeper into the plush
upholstery. "This action pulls his pants tighter and Derrick can see the
outline of a tube running down his left leg. Without even thinking about it
Derrick reaches down and pushes his own hard cock out of the way, a move
that is not lost on Mordell.

"Name's Mordell," he offers in his big booming voice.

"Derrick, Sir."

"Nice to meet you Derrick. Sorry about your face."

"No, that's okay..." Derrick finds himself saying. Is it okay? He asks
himself as his cock throbs again.

"How far to your place?" Mordell asks, stretching his arms over his head,
deliberately sending his unwashed stench wafting toward this little man.

Derrick's nostrils flare as the smell smacks him upside the head
again. Then he is helpless to stop himself as a moan escapes his throat,
his cock convulses and he spews his load into his pants.

"Uggh."

Mordell grabs the steering wheel and keeps the car on the road as Derrick
rides the biggest orgasm he's ever had.

"Shit mother fucker, Shit!" Mordell shouts.

Derrick grabs back on to the wheel and gains control of the car again as he
feels his cum soaking through the front of his pants.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" He shouts.

"Pull the fucking car over." Mordell orders and Derrick does just that.

Once stopped Mordell orders Derrick out of the car as he gets out himself.

"You nearly killed us you stupid shit," he stated as he dragged Derrick off
the side of the road and in to the bushes beyond. He throws the little man
down and towers over him.

"I'm sorry Sir. I don't understand what happened."

"I'll tell you what happened you little faggot, I happened."

Then he dragged Derrick to his feet and lifting his great arm he shoved the
little man's face in to the stank of his pit.

"This what did it for you faggot? You like the smell of a real man?"

He asked as Derrick, on instinct, started to lick the filthy sweat built up
on this God's pits. His dick was rock hard again and his head was swimming
in confusion because he had never had this kind of a response to anyone or
anything before.

Mordell allowed the little man a moment to taste his pit hair before
pulling him away, punching him in his gut, and throwing him doubled over
onto the ground at his feet.

"I didn't give your mouth permission to touch me did I little man?"

"No Sir, I'm sorry Sir" Derrick forced out trying to catch the wind that
was knocked out of him.

"Right...on your feet."

Derrick struggled to get to his feet.

"Clothes off."

"What..." Derrick managed before a tight upper hook caught him just below
his left eye.

So he quickly stripped off his clothes until he was naked in front of the
man mountain that stood in front of him.

"On your knees..." and the little man quickly complied.

Then Mordell whipped out his substantial cock and progressed in covering
this sniveling little wimp in a torrent of his piss. When he was done he
told the fucker to get back in the car so he could go make the sandwiches
he promised.

As Derrick got back to his feet he reached for his clothes.

"No, uh uh," Mordell explained..."grab your wallet, keys and phone...but
the clothes stay right where they are." Then he walked back through the
bushes to the car, knowing his orders would be followed to the tee.

Sure enough, once back in the car, Mordell watched as the fucker pushed his
way through the scratchy bushes naked...his little dickey standing straight
out in front of him.

His whole life Mordell had been searching for someone who could take his
wrath and come back begging for more. He needed a true pain pig to work out
his aggression on, but had always eventually found the limits of any he had
taken ownership of in the past. He didn't hold up a lot of hope for this
skinny little fucker but he knew he'd enjoy taking him as far as he could
before his total destruction.

Derrick climbed back in the car and started driving again. After a moment
he dared to speak.

"Sir?"

"Yeah."

"Before we go to my place to make the sandwiches I'm afraid I'll have to
stop at a grocery store to buy some supplies as I don't have enough at home
Sir."

"That's fine then just do it."

"But I don't have any clothes to wear Sir. I'm naked."

A quick look in the back seat and Mordell found an old towel. He brought
that forward and said cover yourself in this as he tossed it onto the
little guy's lap.

"Yes Sir." Derrick was mortified but didn't dare disagree.


When they arrived at the store Derrick stepped out of his car naked and
then very quickly wrapped himself in the towel. Thank God he still had his
sandals on so with a little luck the other shoppers might think he just ran
in to get a few things on his way to the beach.

Not much luck of that though, since he was reeking of piss.

Nonetheless, he quickly made his way into the store and grabbed a cart:
filling it with cold cuts, cheese, bread, mustard and then checking out
quickly. Trying to ignore the looks of shame raining down upon him he
hustled back to the car and loaded the bags in his trunk. But before
getting back in the car a big voice came from inside...

"Towel off and put it in the trunk."

Which Derrick did immediately, very aware that he was being watched by
other patrons entering and leaving the store.

Getting back in the car he was told to head to the drive-thru across the
parking lot to get Mordell a burger and fries; setting Derrick up for even
more shame as he dealt with the young man at the window.

Finally they reached his home and Derrick had carried in the groceries from
the car; naked of course.

"Get busy making the sandwiches bitch."

"Yes Sir." Derrick answered shuffling in to the kitchen and quickly getting
started.

Mordell took his time looking around the little man's home and then finally
dozing off in a comfortable easy chair as the little fag hustled around
making loaf after loaf of sandwiches for the men.

It took Derrick over an hour but he finally thought he had enough
sandwiches to feed everyone back at the shelter. He had tried to be as
quiet as he could because he didn't want to wake up the giant who had taken
him over so quickly. If he were being fully honest with himself, Derrick
would admit that he enjoyed suffering at the hands of this big man; but he
was not able to admit that to himself yet. I mean what kind of a man would
that make him.

Eventually Mordell woke up enough to know he was too comfortable to go out
into the streets again. So he inspected the number of sandwiches that had
been made and approved they would be enough. Then he instructed the little
man to go hand them out and get back home again.

Derrick had his orders and so he left to carry them out. Mordell hadn't let
him dress fully, but he had a pair of shorts on so at least he wasn't
naked.

The guys at the shelter were laughing at him as he stood out handing out
his sandwiches and he was blushing all over. The bruises on his body and
face had started to `purple up'.

"I see you've been Mordelled" one of the guys said.

"I'm sorry, Sir" queried Derrick.

"Mordell...Mordell...the giant you left here with. I can tell by your
bruises that he's found himself another pain slut to dominate...Ha, good
luck buddy."

Derrick was confused.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean."

To which the guy responded by slapping Derrick hard across the back of his
head and then yanking down his shorts to show off the little guy's
hardening cock.

"Yeah, Mordell's found himself a ready one. Which is good little fella
because that man has a lot of aggression to work out on someone. Glad it's
you and not me."


After all the sandwiches had been given out Derrick returned home, not sure
what he would find. For some reason, still unknown to himself, before he
got out of his car he removed his shorts so he would be naked when he went
back inside his house again. It didn't seem as embarrassing to him this
time as he parked in his driveway and emptied out the trunk buck ass
naked. In fact, it gave him quite a hard-on knowing he was doing this
solely because he believed it was expected of him by the man inside his
house.

He found Mordell, naked, sitting up in his bed watching the big screen
television. This magnificent specimen of manhood took Derrick's breath away
as he gazed for the first time on his body in all its glory.

"I'm home, Sir." Derrick quietly offered as he peaked his head through the
door of his own bedroom.

"Took you long enough you little shit head."

"I'm sorry Sir but I didn't want to leave until they had all had their
fill."

"Yeah well I guess that's okay...now get in here bitch I've been waiting
for you for 3 hours."

And Mordell swings his legs out of the bed as he grabs Derrick by the
throat and drags him to his knees in front of him.

"Open your mouth, I have to piss..."

Derrick opens his mouth to complain and is met by a torrent of hot piss
that aims directly down his throat. In the beginning he coughs and sputters
a little out of shock but he quickly starts gulping down the human waste
that this man is pumping into him.

Derrick has no idea why he is not at least putting up some kind of a fight,
as useless as his efforts might be. But instead he just starts swallowing
as quickly as he can, working double time to stay ahead of the flow. When
he was just about to lose the battle and his mouth threatened to overflow,
Mordell took a stronger hold on his head and just punched the head of his
cock further down his throat so he was pissing directly into Derrick who
didn't have to worry about swallowing anymore. Now he was no longer a human
urinal...now he was just a urinal.

"Obviously you can't even handle the simplest tasks you useless little
bitch, so I guess my only choice is to move quickly through the stage of
you being my slave and directly into your being my object."

Derrick didn't understand what Sir was talking about, but he had a feeling
he would be learning more later.

Having finished taking his piss, Mordell brought his thick cock out of his
bitch's mouth and wiped it clean across his face. Then holding its face up
to his he hawked a big loogie from deep in his nasal cavities and let it
slowly drool out of his mouth and glob down into Derrick's gaping mouth.

Derrick shocked himself by raising up on his knees to meet the hanging spit
wad as it balanced just above his sucking lips; his tongue out to receive
the slimy gift from this giant who held some sort of power over him. Then
Mordell starting groping almost his whole hand down the fucker's throat. A
thumb in each side of his mouth and he pulled wide until little man's lips
were pulled obscenely open. Then he sent his huge cock back down the throat
in front of him as Derrick choked and fought helplessly against the grip
that held his head still as that monster sawed in and out of his tender
throat.

"Swallow!" Mordell shouted as he pulled little man's face in to his balls
and held him there. "Swallow I said!" Then his large right hand raised up
high and landed with a deafening painful slap on Derrick's ass.

The pain made him jump a foot which only turned Mordell on more and so he
laid into Derrick's ass with lightening speed as he deep stroked the fag's
throat.

Derrick lost count of the number of smacks he was taking. His ass just
started to burn and each spank seemed to hit harder and hurt more. So
painful was his ass that he no longer could even focus on the pain in his
face as his lips were stretched obscenely around the invading monster that
was punching down mercilessly into his throat.

Mordell felt his juices rising as he beat the living shit out of the little
fucker. It had been so long since he had something he could really take his
anger out on. He pulled his cock from deep in the little shit's throat and
he could hear him gasp for air. Then he took a quick glance at the tiny ass
under his hands and saw how bright red it was getting. And that's what sent
him over the edge...so he shoved his thick cock down the shrimp's throat
one more time and then held it planted there as he breeded the punk's
throat.

"Uh...ohh...swallow my cum fucker...yeah taste a real man's spunk...you
like that don't you fucker? Mordell yelled as he hauled off and laid into
Derrick's ass with at least 20 more hard as hell swats as he rode his
orgasm home.

Then he just caught his breath, remembering after a moment to back out of
the little fag's throat so he could breathe again.

Then...

"Get up on all fours" he ordered this object of his derision, who started
to move, but not quickly enough.

"Move, when I tell you bitch!"

And Derrick jumps into position on his hands and knees, the skin of his ass
feeling burned and brittle, but his own cock pulled up hard and tight to
his stomach and his balls contracted and pulled up tight as well.

"That's better...now this is how it's going to be little fucker from here
on in. I'm moving in here with you for awhile. You will wait on me and do
what I tell you to do without question. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" answers Derrick.

"I will use you, your home, and everything you own for my pleasure and my
pleasure alone. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

Then Mordell unceremoniously rammed three fingers up Derrick's dry ass and
punched them as deep as they would go, which caused Derrick to scream out
in pain, but his cock throbbed even harder, pounding off his tight stomach
muscles, as those fingers invaded his virgin ass.

He felt the giant lean forward over his body and begin to scissor his
fingers open and closed...then he could feel the heat of his body cover him
and his hot breath just outside his right ear, where he whispered...

"I'm going to hurt you little man...I am going to hurt you like you have
never been hurt before."

Derrick moaned from somewhere deep in his soul...a place where he had never
been touched before.

"Because bitch...I am your worst nightmare and your best dream, all rolled
in to one."

Then he bit down hard in to Derrick's shoulder muscle...and he bit hard,
until he tasted his blood...and Derrick howled as he shot the biggest load
of his lifetime...pulse after pulse of his cock unloaded as the giant
gnawed on his muscle, until Derrick passed out.



When Mordell woke up he could smell bacon cooking in the air. Arguably one
of the greatest smells known to mankind. And it had been plenty of months
since he had been woken up to that smell.

He followed his nose downstairs and his slave was standing at the stove
naked, cooking the bacon and what looked like some waffles. As he watched,
Mordell thought he was doing some kind of weird tribal dance at the
stove. Only to quickly realize that the boy was just trying to stay out of
reach of the splattering bacon fat from the hot pan.

Mordell moved quietly up behind him and pressed himself against his new
possession, pushing him forward toward the pan. The body he now owned
flinched as the hot bacon fat found its target and spit its heat at his
slave's belly and chest. But he did not yell out or complain. He did not
say a thing. He just pushed back against the man mountain behind him who
had pinned him to the stove as it spat it's rendered lard up at his chest
and down to his groin. One especially big splatter and Mordell could see
the dollop of molten fat land right on his slave's right nipple. And still
he did not complain.

"Good morning bitch." He whispered in his ear before slipping away and
sitting down at the table.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well Sir?"

"Like a log boy, thanks for asking."

"I made bacon and waffles for your breakfast Sir. I don't know what you
like yet, so I took a guess. If this does not suit you Sir I can make you
something else."

"No, this will be fine. I like them both."

So he watches as his slave scurries about and puts together a beautiful
plate for him, serves, and then stands off to the side.

This is not Mordell's first go around at taking ownership of a slave so he
knew the little man would be anxious to know if he did well. So he ignores
him, takes a couple of big bites and it's really good. A deep swig of the
dark roast coffee and he starts to feel more at home. He enjoys a great
breakfast and then moves in to the lush living room and sits down to figure
out the day.

"Clean up the kitchen, feed yourself, and then come to the main room so I
can tell you about your day."

"Yes Sir" answers Derrick and then jumps into action.

20 minutes later he was standing in his living room, not quite sure what to
do next.


TO BE CONTINUEDÉ?


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