Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2017 15:27:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Manly Man Subject: Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 2 Previously... Jordan said, "From now on you are going to be a good boy for me. Spread your cheeks...I want a taste of that DadPussy." DadPussy? Was he kidding? WTF?? But my resistance barely registered before I saw him move. He snatched the belt from his skinny jeans and slammed it across my ass. Hard. When I reacted by rising up, he started beating me with it. The old me (from 20 minutes ago) would have taken him down. The new me cringed, jumped to the floor, curled in a ball, protected myself. I was being disciplined like a bitch by some smooth, little Asian twink. He stopped after 8 or 10 lashes. I looked up and saw him standing there in all his twink glory. Godlike. Cute little cock standing out in front of him. Harsh look in his eyes. I would resist no more...he had crushed me. He said "What did I tell you to do?" I lunged for the bed on all fours and spread my cheeks....just like he had ordered me to. Part Two: When Jordan's tongue connected with my hole it was like a jolt of lightning - my world went white. My cock, which had wilted under Jordan's beating, immediately hardened. The joy of his tongue in my DadPussy (as Jordan called it now) was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. Oh sure, I'd been rimmed many times. But it was always my choice. It was me who guided someone there, or in many cases ordered them to do it. This time was different. My ass was being taken. It wasn't my decision, nor was it mine to offer where Jordan was concerned. He took it from me, just as he had taken my ego and my pride. But Jordan is not to blame. I faltered and failed to perform as a top. And instead of recovering and walking away, I allowed the tables to be turned. Maybe, on some level, I had invited it. But no matter how we got here, Jordan called the shots. And the boy could rim like no one I'd ever experienced. Later, when I asked him about it, Jordan said he just rimmed me like he wanted to be rimmed. But it was amazing....euphoric. His stamina was epic and I was writhing and begging after a few minutes of this onslaught. Each of his small hands had one of my meaty asscheeks in it. He smacked them regularly, which was painful after the beating he'd given me. But I would be lying if I said I didn't love it....every single minute of it. This Asian twink was owning my ass and I was on all fours begging him to give me more. Then, without warning, Jordan's hand wrapped around my thick cock. I gasped as he shoved his tongue into me as far as it would go. My cock fired, and fired, and fired, and fired. I babbled and begged and shot my load onto the bed while he held my cock in one hand and my ass cheek in another, fucking me with his tongue. I'm not sure how long it lasted. But eventually Jordan's tongue left my ass and I felt him stand on the bed. I was still on my knees, ass up, face in the pillow, trying to process what happened when Jordan mounted me like a bitch. This little Asian twink, half my size, impaled me on his boycock - shoved it to the hilt in one move. And he rode me like the bitch I had become over the past 30 minutes. Short, fast strokes until he roared and I felt his cock swell inside me. As he unloaded into me he called me everything imaginable....whore, slut, cumdump, bitch. When he was finished, he ordered me to lie flat as his boycock slipped from my wet DadPussy. Then Jordan the twink, all 135lbs of him, stretched out on my muscular back as I lay face down. He scooted up to my ear and whispered "Fuck, Daddy, that was really hot. But we are just getting started." After a few minutes, Jordan rolled off and pulled me up next to him. I put my arm around his shoulder and his head landed perfectly on my chest. He tweaked my nipple, I flinched and he grinned. We were both happy and spent...at least for the moment. We dozed for a bit. I awakened first and tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Where had I gone wrong? How had allowed this twink to dominate me so completely? I was shell-shocked and I briefly thought about how to recover. If I could turn the tables and fuck him....this would become a distant memory. Except I knew deep in my soul that I would never fuck Jordan. Ever. As much as I love to bone a smooth twink, I would never think of Jordan that way again. He would always inspire fear in me, uncertainty, trepidation...and lust. But the lust I felt, the fantasies running through my head, had the same theme. Jordan was in control. Jordan was on top. As I laid there, I was consumed by it. Feedback: manlyman_99@yahoo.com