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As part of our recruit process, as well as for certain events as full fledged members, we are required to write fantasies. Some of them are very BDSM oriented- and some are just plain hot sex. All the following have been written by men involved with the group. These are here for your reading... pleasure, but they belong to the Men of Discipline. Please do NOT reproduce any of the following (in whole or in part) without prior permission from the membership. Additionally, these are FANTASIES. They are in no way meant to be endorsements of specific behaviors or suggestions for types of play - they are only meant to get your imagination going and your pulse racing. Enjoy! Men of Discipline San Francisco
STORIES:
He needs it. Needs to be taken control of. To be used. Needs to give it up to someone who has the strength to take it. Most people are not forceful enough to win the game, and they don’t have the leverage to get him to submit. He does like to be in control, he loves it- but he also needs to submit, it’s good for his soul. Even if he gets fucked (which few people get to do), most of the time he is in control. He needs to be broken- forced to admit what he needs.
I was just on the elevator with the sexiest little snack size elevator repairman. I want a job where I can go to work looking so sexy. He was so hot. Here’s what happened. I get into the elevator, and he is the only one in it. We check each other out. He’s hot and firm, though short. He looks tough, with his blond goatee and furry arms. He then says that he could stop the elevator, if he wants. I ask why he would want to do that, to which he replies, “So you can suck my cock.” Without a breath, I say, “Then stop the elevator.” He stops the elevator, then backs into the corner. I get on my knees and start unbuckling his belt while he unbuttons his work shirt. He lifts his t-shirt as I slide his pants and boxers down his hips. His cock is already getting hard, so I just lift it with my tongue into my mouth. He lets out a soft moan as my lips slide down the shaft. I feel his dick growing in my mouth, and I open my throat to allow it room. I reach up and grab his balls in one hand, squeezing them gently, then rolling them in my hand. The other hand I slide up along his hard stomach, slowing as I stroke the soft blond hair on his firm pecs. I tease his nipple with my thumb as I take his throbbing cock so deep into my throat so far that I cannot go further. He writhes and pumps his cock into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to insure that he stays in control. He starts fucking my mouth faster and faster. I look up to see him watching himself in the mirrored doors of the elevator. I deep throat his cock some more. Suddenly, he lets out a growl. “This isn’t enough. I want your ass.” He pushes me back, and I fall back onto the floor. We get my pants down in lighting speed, and he immediately flips me over. I look up to see my reflection in the elevator doors. He is behind me. He spits on my ass, then on his hand, which he uses to grease up his cock. “Nice ass, punk”, he says. “It wants your cock, fucker”, I reply. Within an instant, I am feeling the fire of his cock penetrating my hole. A wave of pleasure filled pain courses through my body. He plows my ass as we stare at each other in the reflection, both with hard “Fuck You!” looks on our faces. He fucks me long and hard with his huge cock, his balls slapping my ass. I feel the pulse of his cock get harder with each thrust. We both move in a delirium of sweat and lust. I feel my load starting to move as his tool pounds my ass. I reach for my cock and start stroking. It causes my hole to tighten, and he starts groaning in ecstasy. Harder and faster we slam our bodies together. I feel as if I am going to burst, and my ass tightens hard around his cock. He gets in a few long hard thrusts and lets out a yell. As his load fills my ass, I moan and shoot my load all over the floor. We roll to the side, his cock still inside of me, and catch our breath. Without a word, he pulls his cock out of my ass, stands up and starts to get dressed. As I stand, he reaches down with a handkerchief and wipes my hand, then my cock, and then my ass. I put myself back together, and he starts the elevator. When we reach my floor, I look at him. He winks at me, and I smile, and we both get back to work.TOP
I am home for the holidays, and my parents are driving me crazy, So I roll a joint and jump in my dads Corvette and go for a drive. I have driven these roads so many times, always wishing I was somewhere else. All roads in Arkansas lead to the park, near the fort.
X.-, SIR, Your boy dreamt of your hot body all night. Hot, sweaty flesh dripping with sex. Taunt muscles ready to erupt. Engorged cockflesh covered with spit. All yours, SIR. You know you drive me crazy, don’t you? Yeah, I know you like to call me as soon as you get up in the morning, your piss hard-on laying straight up against your hard belly – reaching to your beautiful navel, waiting for my mouth to nibble, suck, and drink. If only I could be there to take care of my man. To relieve your manly pressure and feel it gush into the center of my being. All I need is to hear your raspy, fucking sexy voice on the phone. My dick gets hard, pushing against my jeans, waiting for you to tell me how your manmeat is waiting for me. Yeah, if I could be there every morning, to lick each drop of sweat out of your hairy armpits, to smell your ever so masculine aroma, to feel your wiry pubes tickle my nose as I eat the object of my whole body’s desire: that long, fat, veined dick plunging down my throat, ready to deposit its hot cum. Butch man that you are, that is not enough. Your manmeat, spent once down my hungry throat, is already hot for my hot, moist ass. You can’t wait to tickle my butthole with your dickhead, rubbing it around, leaking that precious pearl-white juice all over my shaved asshole. I shaved it just for you, SIR. Do you like it? It’s yours. My rosebud winks with anticipation, pulling your red-hot dick head past my tight sphincter all the way deep inside me until it rests against my throbbing prostate. Can you feel it, SIR? It’s quivering just for you. Pound me. Plunge that hot piece of manhood deeper inside of me. Let me feel your blood rush into your manhood, making it larger and larger just for your boy, your butt-boy, your little sex-pig. I can’t get enough of you inside me. Please give me more. I’ll do anything for you, SIR. Then you tell me. “Yeah, you’re mine. Your ass is mine. Your soul is mine. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. You hear me, bitch boy?” Yeah Daddy. Give it to me. Please. I want all of you. Take me. Abuse me. Anyway you want to. I’m your boy. Your throbbing club expands, spurts, and spurts again. Hot cum burns my asshole, searing me forever with thoughts of you. Another spurt. Yeah, Daddy, feed me more. Don’t stop. I want all of you in me. “Do you, boy? All of me?” Yeah, yeah, all of you. Pour yourself into me. Another gush of hot cum, your eyes sparkling with delight, moans of pleasure from deep inside of you as you spank my ass. “Take it, boy. Take all of me.” My man’s dick becomes limp inside me. But I can still feel it. Please don’t pull it out. I need you in me all night long. I want you, SIR. “Do you really want all of me, boy?” Yes SIR. All of you. “Then take it.” Suddenly, I feel it. A hot stream of fresh piss splashes against the walls of my ass. “You want me. Take me, every drip of me, boy. And don’t loose a drop.” I clamp my ass on my life source, and drain every drop of my man’s hot piss inside me. Yeah daddy, feed me. I’m yours. I wake up with my face cushioned on my man’s meaty bicep. “Clean yourself up, boy. I’m taking you out. Clean that little bitch-hole of yours, and put on some clean clothes. You’re mine, and all the world is going to see my boy following his dick around town.”
We arrive at Cuff’s. I know my place. I follow my man in and simply wait for his commands. What does my daddy have in store for me today? “You thirsty, boy?” he asks me as he swigs down his fifth beer, my head still bowed down before him. Yes, SIR. I’m real thirsty, SIR. “What does my boy want?” Only you, SIR. Whatever you give me, SIR. Then he commands me, in that deep, sexy voice of his, the only sound I hear: “Get over here, boy, and kneel down before me.” I do what I’m told and kneel before my man, my face brushing his full crotch, my heart pounding with his expectation. “Lap my dick, boy, with that hot tongue of yours. Do you feel your daddy’s dick? It’s full of hot piss, just for you. You thirsty, boy?” Yes SIR. I’m always thirsty for my man. “Pull my dick out with your teeth, boy. Come on, I know you want it. Show these men how much you want your Daddy’s dick. That’s right. You got it, boy.” SLAP That big fucking hand stings my face. “You useless piece of shit, you. Biting on Daddy’s dick.” A big wad of spit lands on my face. “Stupid bitch. Watch your fuckin teeth.” SLAP. Another wad of spit splats on my face and drips down my goatee, onto my jeans. “Asshole.” I’m sorry, SIR. I got too excited for your dick. I love your dick. “Yeah? Well show it.” SLAP. My face stings, and stars start dancing before my eyes. I’m sorry, SIR. Please give me another chance. I need your juice inside of me. My butch man forces his huge crotch forward. I munch on the object of my desire as every man watches me service my man. One by one, I pop each button. It is finally free. His nine-inch cock falls out and plops before my eyes. Please, SIR, can I suck it? “Yeah, alright. But take it easy. I gotta piss...” I dare to raise my eyes and look into his beautiful face, saying: Please SIR, give it to me. I’m so thirsty for you. And then, it happens. It flows. Hot, steaming, yellow piss. All over my face, down my cheeks and onto my chest, covering my crotch and forming a puddle in front of me. SLAP. “You dumb motherfucker. I thought you were thirsty. Drink it. Don’t waste a drop.” I open my mouth and catch every succulent drop of my man’s juice. Yeah, how I love to have my man inside of me. Until his forceful stream becomes a dribble. No more. It is finished. But then, the object of my desires begins to thicken, growing into nine inches of red-hot manmeat. “See what you’ve done to me, boy?” I’m sorry, SIR. I can’t help myself. Before I know it, I’m forced onto the pooltable, my legs up in the air, and my man’s dick aimed right for my butthole. SLAM. He’s all the way inside me, and every man can see my daddy’s taking me, pouring himself into me, only wishing they could have that hot dick plowing their asses. Yeah, daddy. You are so good to me. Feed me. Pour your hot cum into me, every hot, burning drop of your love juice. Slam. Slam. Slam. My man pounds my ass, his hot sweat dripping onto me, and his spit flowing onto my long mouth. The crowd gathers, hot with excitement. Studs all massaging their growing dicks as my man claims my asshole. Yeah, how they long to be him, my X -... Their lusty stares drive my man over the top and bam, I feel it pouring into me, geysers of hot man juice, so much that his large cock seems to be floating in cum. He slowly pulls out his still massive rod, shakes it to the crowd, and then orders me: “Here boy, clean my rod and taste your duck butter. Like it, boy? Like what your hot daddy makes inside of your ass?” I lustily lick my man’s dick clean, knowing that every man at Cuff’s wishes they had a stud like my daddy, a real man who can fulfill their every wish and desire.TOP |
