Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2021 00:08:09 -0700 (MST) From: Ash Hunter Subject: Breaking the Stallion - Part 01, The Italian Stallion This story is a work of fiction. Characters are inspired by people and fantasies in my life but have in no way actually occurred, with name and location changes as needed. I'm also Canadian, so I'll be using terms and spelling I have grown up with here. As a first-time writer, I would love any comments, critiques, questions, suggestions, or pictures (or even videos ;) ) that you deem necessary. Help me become a better author and inspire me with anything you think would work. In fact two parts of this story were inspired from a reader's DM on Twitter and another's email! You can also find me on Twitter @hunter_writing If you enjoy the stories at nifty.org please consider making a donation to keep the archive running! There is a huge body of work available to suit every taste. Please support nifty.org if you can. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mr. Lorenzo Russo was a typical Italian Stallion type Alpha male. His chest and bicep bulged with every move, and his light beer gut could flex into an almost visible sixpack. His thick black hair was peppered with silver and his olive skin had an almost golden tan. His chest hair was as manicured as the stubble on his face. He had always cut an impressive figure at 6'2" but sometime in his fifty years of life, he had crossed the line from confident and suave to cocky and arrogant. I worked on weekends as the gardener and pool boy for Mr. Russo, and his husband Mr. Charles Sterling, so he always gave me attitude while sipping his alcohol or smoking a cigar, and taking pleasure in ordering me around his yard. Whenever he said or did anything particularly cruel or arrogant, he'd just say, "One day you'll thank me kid. You need a strong, male role model in your life." I had dreamt about knocking that jerk down a few pegs for ages. I've heard people say opposites attract and Mr. Sterling was definitely his husband's opposite. An equally middle-aged Caucasian man, he was much shorter at only 5'11" and kept his head shaved except for the short-trimmed beard that ended just under his glasses. He was also a fit man in his own right, but cut a much slimmer figure, and had his right nipple pierced. His chest was dusted with hair and as he was trimmer, his taunt stomach showcased his abs. From personal experience I also knew he had an impressive uncut cock and large balls, though they were just for appearances, since his best feature was his tight daddy ass. Publicly they presented themselves as this loving couple and threw several block parties throughout the year. Privately Lorenzo Russo was a cheating asshole that used to dominate Mr. Sterling completely, while sleeping around with men from all over the neighborhood. He didn't know how many times I'd seen him: as their pool boy and gardener, I had access to their property and even a key to their house to water their plants when they were on vacation. More than once over the four years I worked for them I was on their property when he wasn't expecting it and saw him fucking one of the men from the neighborhood. The first time was Mr. Truong, a widower from down the block, moaning as Mr. Russo impaled his Vietnamese ass over and over in on one of their pool chairs, his thin frame pushing back to meet each thrust. Not even a week later I saw Mr. Russo's cock sliding in and out of his personal trainer Devan's mouth as he was on their bench press. Devan's body was glistening from the sweat of the work out and his ebony throat bulged as the Italian cock repeatedly filled it; his own thick black cock jutting out of his shorts and leaking precum. Another time, surprisingly, was Mr. Christopher Jacobs. Mr. Jacobs was the president of the Homeowners Association and was both quite a heavyset and a deeply Catholic man who fought tooth and nail to keep the neighborhood a tradition family place. But there he was, bent over the kitchen table on top of a swarth of documents, Mr. Russo's hand pulling his hair back, squealing like a school girl as the Italian Stallion ripped him in half. Most recently, I even saw him plowing one of my best friends, Andrew Walker, a few days after his 18th, which was also a surprise since until that point I had always thought Andrew was straight. Andrew had been my friend since preschool, the neighborhood paperboy since he was ten, and we had been on countless sport teams together, but there he was massaging Mr. Russo's muscular tits as he rode him like a champ in the same pool chair as Mr. Truong. Mr. Russo spent half his time working and the other half spreading his Italian seed all over town but always neglecting the submissive ass that he lived with. Luckily, I wasn't one to miss any opportunity and every time I caught him, my phone jumped to my hand and I made sure to get all the proof I needed to expose him when the time was right. Not to mention it was nice to see which of the men in the city were cock whores, I spent many a night watching the videos imagining myself in Mr. Russo's place. Andrew was the only person that I had told that I knew about the years of infidelities of Mr. Russo. That had led to Andrew fully coming out to me and then into quite a few more sleep overs where he took my loads. However, even though I wanted to knockdown Mr. Russo, I had always had a thing for the sweet Mr. Sterling and didn't want to hurt him or ruin his marriage. So, I kept everything to myself for a couple years before anything came of it. I'd been working for the couple since I was sixteen. When I turned 18, Mr. Sterling invited me over for a celebratory drink, proud that I was finally a man. Mr. Russo was out of town for work, probably fucking some random man while his husband was alone and forgotten. I took Mr. Sterling up on his offer and stayed after I was done my work in this yard. It took a couple drinks to loosen my lips but I told him about his husband's cheating ways. The short conversation that followed was where I found out Mr. Sterling knew he was being cheated on but did nothing as he just wanted his husband to be satisfied and he felt it was his fault he didn't accomplish it himself. Another couple drinks, a compliment or two, and I was balls deep in his married, daddy ass. I fucked him several times that afternoon. Leaving more and more cum in him to mark him as mine. That was the start of a yearlong fuck fest where I took this submissive and neglected daddy and turned him into my personal fuck toy behind his cheating husband's back. No matter how many times I fucked him a day, or night, he was always ready to go again and please me. His moans of pleasure were music to my ears. His throat and ass were mine any time I wanted, and slowly as the year progressed, I started testing how much control I had over him. I had him add a few extra loads of fresh daddy protein into the smoothies he made for his husband. I made him jack off and blow a load on Mr. Russo's back as he slept and pretend it was a wet dream. I made him turn down his husband's demands for sex on the rare occasion Mr. Russo remembered he lived with the best ass in the neighborhood. I made him buy a small butt plug and wear it after I bred him. I made him suck off Adrew at my house after he bought booze for us, and then watch as I bred Andrew myself. He even ate my seed straight from Andrew's ass and blew him. I had him call in sick to work and spend the day at my house servicing me, never sure when my mom would come home. I made him buy a Wi-Fi controlled vibrator I could use from my home a few blocks over and use it during his anniversary dinner. I started calling him by the same nickname Mr. Russo called him: Charlie, and whenever I used that name, he knew what I wanted. I'm not sure when it changed over the year, but I owned him completely. Finally, shortly after my 19th birthday, I decided that it was time to show Alpha stud Lorenzo Russo, breeder of half the men on the neighborhood, that his husband was mine. I wanted to degrade him as much as I controlled Charlie, show him that no matter how Alpha he felt and how many men he took, he couldn't even pleasure or control his own husband the way I could. It took some time to plan it out. First, Charlie had to find ways to make it so Mr. Russo couldn't cheat and thus was hornier than usual. I left the specifics up to Charlie, but I on Saturday night, I wanted Lorenzo Russo restrained and facing his bed, stripped down to his underwear, and blindfolded by 9:00 PM. Charlie was to be completely naked and waiting for me. I walked into their master bedroom at nine o'clock sharp and looked on at a perfect scene. Mr. Russo was tied to his throne-like reading chair. Each hand was tied to the armrests and each leg was bound to the chair's foot. Even his bull-like neck was loosely tied to the back of the chair so he could move and breath, but not bend forward. I looked over his body with begrudging appreciation. His tanned Mediterranean skin glistened and his big chest rose and feel with each breath. His cock was straining again the thin material of his white Calvin Klein's and they were already getting soaked with his precum: the material turning translucent and showing the shadow his dark, uncut cock. My daddy bitch had done well. Charlie was obediently standing to the side, looking at me with his big puppy dog eyes, searching for approval. His own body was pale perfection: his nipple ring glistening in the light, his tight body heaving with excitement and passion, and his thick daddy cock was fully erect, as he always was when I entered a room. I smiled at him and took out my phone. I took a few quick pictures of Mr. Russo and the scene, walked over to them, pausing only to run my hands appreciatively down Charlie's body, and pulled off Mr. Russo's blindfold. It took him a moment to register who I was as his eyes readjusted to the lights. "What the fuck is going?!" Mr. Russo bellowed as he pulled against the armrests. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Let me go! CHARLIE UNTIE ME NOW!" I snapped a couple more pictures on my phone, and then moved behind him as he kept struggling and shouting orders that Charlie ignored, keeping his eyes on his real master, and tossed my phone to the bed as I picked up the ball gag from where I told Charlie to leave it. When Mr. Russo opened his mouth to let loose another string of profanity, I shoved in a ball gag I had used on his husband, and tied it behind his head. I walked in front of him and slowly began taking off my clothing as I watched his face get redder and redder with fury. "Well, hello there Mr. Russo! Or should I call you Lorenzo?" I paused, pretending to think it over as I stepped out of my underwear and stood fully naked in front of him, my own cock rock hard. "Nah, that's much too formal for this isn't it? Too much of a mouthful." I snapped my fingers at Charlie and pointed to my cock. He dropped to his knees and swiftly deepthroated me. Bobbing up and down in bliss. "The only mouthful right now should be what my bitch here has. Don't you agree? How about Lori? You don't mind if I call you Lori, do you?" He stared at me in enraged shock; I knew from Charlie that only his grandparents back in Italy dared called him that. "Perfect! Lori it is!" I pulled my cock from Charlie's mouth, who moaned his displeasure, and leaned forward so I was face to face with Mr. Russo. I wrapped one hand in his hair an pulled him forward so we were face to face. "You see Lori, you've been a very bad husband. Very neglectful of this beautiful man you share your bed with. So, while you were busy fucking all the men in the neighborhood, I stepped in to give Charlie what he needed: a strong, male role model. I've owned his holes for the last year, isn't that right Charlie?" "Yes sir! Thank you for allowing me to please you." Charles Sterling was a great bitch. His body quivered with anticipation at obedience. "However, I wanted to repay you for being such a great role model to me the last few years Lori. I thought I'd share with you how to really please a man, since you seem to have some issues," I released his hair and he fell back into the highbacked chair, "you can't seem to hold onto one guy for too long." I paused, pretending to be lost in thought as I held his dark, infuriated gaze. "Is that why you're always fucking someone else Lori? Can't please your own husband or any of your other lovers, so you keep going to different men?" I reached down and roughly squeezed his semi-hard cock; apparently rage made him lose his hard on. "Don't know how to use this right? Just plow and dump? Banking on bottoms liking a big dick and nothing else?" I patted his cheek as if he were a child. I have to give credit to where it's due; Lorenzo Russo had a huge dick. Even semi hard it was still easily nine inches and thick. Andrew had told me that it was the biggest cock he had ever seen, let alone experienced, and he hadn't been able to sit or even walk properly for the rest of the weekend after taking it. Fully hard it was around 11 inches of uncut meat and even from my various vantage points seeing him plow different men over the years and its containment in his briefs, it was impressive to see up close. Not that my own eight inches was anything to scoff at. In fact, my own cut meat was getting painfully hard. I stepped back from the restrained man and cupped the back of his husband's head, guiding his mouth back to my throbbing member, he took it almost desperately. "You see Lori, it's not just about the size. Anyone with a big dick can just fuck someone or choke them," I roughly pulling Charlie's face and buried his nose in my pubes, listening to him gag and choke, "but it takes some skill to make sure that they stay pleasured and loyal to you." I released Charlie and he fell back gasping. "Thank you, sir." "See? When done right a proper sub will even thank you for your abuse. You're just a fancy dildo to these people. Just a fancy dildo they use to get off." A vein had started pulsating in his right temple; using and fucking his husband was one thing, but questioning his manhood and skill as a top was something else entirely. His massive biceps and calves bulged as he pulled against the restraints on his arms and legs. I was striking a nerve by attacking his ego. Time to up the ante. I pulled Charlie onto the master bed pushed his head to my nut sack. He had been my whore for long enough to know what I wanted, and he started licking and sucking my nuts and inner thighs while my hard cock rubbed against his face. One hand was frantically jerking his cock and his perfect daddy ass wove almost hypnotically in front of his bound husband, he openly moaned in pleasure and joy. "See Lori? Keeping them happy keeps them loyal," I reached forward and spread Charlie's cheeks so his tight hole was visible. I started rubbing it with my finger getting more gasps and moans from him. Lori had passed mere anger and fury and looked like he was about to explode, his torso flexing with each breath and a steady mumble of words coming through the ball gag. I hit him from another side. "Isn't this a great hole, Lori? No matter how often I've bred it, it stays tight. Charlie is such a hot daddy." My finger slide into his hole. "One of the best asses I've ever had. What about you, Lori? Is Mr. Truong tighter? He seemed to enjoy that stretch your tool there gave him. Or what about Mr. Jacobs? He's a squealer, isn't it?" A new emotion flickered in Mr. Russo's face. Surprise that I knew about the affairs, and a bit of fear at what I could do with that information. The straining against his bonds lessened a little. I unlocked my phone and showed him one of the videos I had of him pumping Devan while the iron he was supposed to be using lay forgotten on the ground. "How about Devan? I got to wonder how that power dynamic works when his boss uses him like that, especially when there was daddy ass like this that was waiting for you." I got a second finger into Charlie as I felt the first strings of his precum hit my leg, he was always excited to let his semen touch me as Mr. Russo forbade it. I couldn't stand it much longer: I needed to fuck. Mr. Russo sagged in the chair the more I started naming men he'd been with. He seemed to think that I was using this to blackmail him, but no I wouldn't even blackmail him, it was just a power move. I wanted him to know what I knew. I wanted to break this arrogant Italian. I had his husband as my whore, and I wanted him to be my cuck. I stood up and took Charlie to the foot of the bed and had him assume a doggy style position on the floor, his perfect daddy ass in the air and cheeks spreading in anticipation. His face was almost in his husband's lap. I reached into my discarded pants pocket and took out a Swiss Army knife and leaned into Mr. Russo, with two quick slashes I sliced through his underwear and pulled the ruined fabric out from under his meaty ass, tossing it to the ground. I whispered into Charlie's ear. "Don't touch his dick in any way but get him hard again. Make him strain." Charlie placed his hands on both of his husband's thighs and leaned into his crotch. Massaging the thighs and breathing on the thick Italian meat. Through the conflicting emotions, Mr. Russo's body reacted to the attention the way I knew it would; my daddy Charlie was an expert. His arousal flooded his system with the rage, fear, and confusion. I unlatched the ball gag from Mr. Russo and then lined up my cock with Charles Sterling's perfect ass. As Mr. Russo's massive cock bounced in front of him, just a few millimeters from his husband's closed lips, I pushed in. Charlie's mouth dropped open as he moaned with pleasure at the penetration; so close that his breath tickling Mr. Russo's cock but obediently keeping it out of his mouth. "Charlie, please, let me out. Stop this." Mr. Russo had finally found his voice and spat out the gag. Charlie just moaned louder as I hit his prostate repeatedly. Mr. Russo seemed exhausted by everything that had happened, but couldn't stop watching me fuck his husband. "You see Lori? When you know what you're doing and giving your bitch pleasure in the right way," I hit Charlie's prostate again and made him almost scream in joy, "they stay loyal to you." I continued pumping into Charlie's impossibly tight ass. "You really fucked up not give his daddy hole what it needed. Don't worry though, I'll make sure he's satisfied. Maybe I should try some of your other daddies. See who they prefer? What do you think Lori? Do they need a real male role model too?" I was taking almost as much pleasure from taunting Lorenzo as I was from fucking his husband. "Stop it. Please." It was all he could say. He was sagging against his bonds, watching me take his husband. It wasn't enough for me. He was so close to being broken. "I don't think I will Lori. In fact, as of right now," I slammed into Charlie to punctuate my point, "you're not allowed to ever touch my daddy here without my expressed consent. He's my whore and my whore alone. And I think that this will be a regular thing, at least until you learn how to be a good top. Don't you agree Charlie?" "Yes sir. Anything you say. You own me. Fuck. Please don't stop. Make his cheating ass watch a real man fuck me. Oh god." Charlie was getting close. I quickly pulled out and dragged up Charlie into a standing position, between Mr. Russo's thick thighs, and slammed back into him. "Charlie tells me that you're not a fan of cum. That's why you always forced him to swallow or be bred. And you always had him cum away from you, if you even got him to cum. Here's a good lesson for you Lori, always let the bottom cum." I smiled over Charlie's shoulder as Mr. Russo realized what I was doing and he tried to twist away. "Cum for me." I whispered into Charlie's ear as I power thrusted into his hole over and over. Charlie was jacking off in time to my thrusts. I nibbled his ear as I hit his prostate again to throw him over the edge. Charlie had always shot the biggest loads. Six thick streams of cum shot out of his bottom cock and coated his husband's torso. Thick, white semen dripped from his hairy pecs down onto his still hard dick. I could read Mr. Russo like a book: it wasn't the cum or getting dirty he hated. No, it was that being cummed on was a sign of submission, of being powerless. Now it was time to break him. I could barely hold on any longer as my daddy ass got tighter with his orgasm. I released the restraint around Mr. Russo's neck and pulled out of Charlie. Grabbing Mr. Russo's thick salt and pepper hair, I pulled him down toward my crotch as I kept frantically jacking my cock. He struggled from my grip but he couldn't get away. "Here's to the first of many facials Lori." I gasped and shot one of the biggest loads of my life right into his face. My knees almost gave out as I coated him in my seed. He had closed his eyes but had made the mistake of trying to protest as I was about to cum and got a shot right in his mouth. I let go of his hair and turned to Charlie, pulling him down to clean my cock. "Well Lori, I got to say that that looks great on you." His eyes opened, but looked haunted, he couldn't look at me in the eyes and instead looked at the ground. I had broken him. "Don't worry Lori, you're a natural cuckhold. I'm sure you'll grow to love my cum as much as Charlie does." Charlie moaned his agreement as he finished sucking me clean. I reached for my phone. "Say cheese!" I said as I snapped a picture of my new cuckhold Lori and his husband, my whore, Charlie. I reached down and squeezed his cock, wet with Charlie's and my own cum dripping from his pecs and face. Lori looked up at me, completely defeated. "See you next time! Charlie, see to it that he gets off before you let him go or get clean, but no swallowing." Charlie obediently moved in to start on his husband's cock as I got dressed and left them. As I exited the house, I was already horny again, so I texted both daddies the picture of Lori coated in cum and slumped in the chair I wasn't even down the drive way when a text came back from Charlie's phone. Then a picture came through of Lori's orgasm pooled on the floor. I smiled broadly to myself as I headed home.