Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2019 09:13:27 +0000
From: Robert Chatham <nike_adidas_dom_uk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taking the fags cash (Authoritarian)

I was hanging out at the far end of the park. It was a well used shortcut
to one of the housing estates just outside the town centre. I was leaning
against the tree just off the main path out of view of most of the dog
walkers and commuters heading home. But I knew it wouldn't be long before
something caught my eye.

The short lad walking up the path knew how to look good. His style was
simple. Grey Nike joggers and matching hoody. All white Nike 90s on his
feet.

I decided it was him.

I took a step out from behind the tree as he approached. I saw him look me
up and down. Whereas his style was simple - mine was strong. I was wearing
a black Chile 62 trackie and a pair of Nike TNs. Both had contrasting white
and red trim. My freshly cut hair and silver chain complete the bold
look. I knew I looked good and I knew that guys knew I looked good.

The lad didn't quite stop dead in his tracks but he couldn't take his eyes
off me. Sometimes he looked me in the eyes, sometimes his eyes looked right
down my body to my feet where they lingered over the sight of my TNs - then
they would flick back up to my eyes. It seemed to take him ages to actually
walk past me and just as he was walking away he turned back for a final
look.

"Like what you see?" I asked

"Yes Sir"

That's my favourite phrase. Whenever a sub calls me Sir it instantly causes
my cock to twitch. "Follow me" I ordered. I walked a few feet into the
trees and turned around. He was right behind me.

So eager.

I stared at him and he instinctively got on his knees, looked up at me and
opened his mouth.

"You want my cock faggot?"

"Yes sir"

"That's gonna cost you. Get your wallet out now"

Here just stared at me - not responding. So I gave his balls a swift kick
with my TNs and he doubled over in pain. "Wallet now faggot!"

He reached around and got his wallet out of his back pocket and started to
open it. I grabbed it out his hands and rifled through it.

"Forty quid? Is that it?"

"I'm sorry Sir. I don't get paid til the end of the week. That's all I
have."

"Pathetic" I spat at him. He looked down at the ground. "Oi! Head up mouth
open "

He looked up and opened his mouth. I flicked my already hard cock over the
waistband of my trackies, rammed it down his throat and brutally fucked his
face. He gagged a lot but I didn't give up. He kept looking into my eyes,
tears streaming down his face. It was such a horny sight on a cute lad that
it was tipping me over the edge in no time. By the time I was ready to
shoot my load my cock was covered in his snot and tears. I grabbed his hair
and with a few final slams I shot down the back of his throat. His eyes
were bulging as he struggled for air and as my intense orgasm subsided I
let go of his hair and he fell back gasping for air.

I looked down at my cock covered in my cum and his snot and tears.

"Clean it" I ordered.

He leant forward an began to lick my cock clean obediently swallowing it
all. He finally let my cock slip from his mouth. I put my cock back in my
trackies and started to walk away.

"Sir?" He asked.

I stopped and waited.

"Same time next week?"

I didn't reply. I walked away knowing that he'd be there.


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