My Dom Asian Twink: Chapter 14

My Asian twink returned and he and Quentin dominated both me and Doug, Quentin's jock boyfriend.

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Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2018 05:59:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Manly Man <manlyman_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Dom Asian Twink - Chapter14

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Previously:


Al was still behind me and he shoved my face to the floor once Colin was
out of the way, pointing my cock downward at a painful angle and stroking
me.  I was on edge and I heard Al ask Colin, "Is it okay?"  Colin nodded in
the affirmative.  Al simultaneously increased his stroking while jamming 3
fingers into my well-used cunt and fucking me hard with them.  He jabbed in
and out of me with a staccato motion while he stroked.  I began to back-up
on him and say "Ohh....OOOhhhhhh", then I lost my 2nd load onto the
carpeting while Al pumped it out of me.  When he was finished Al used the
wet bar in my office to rinse his hands.  Then he tucked his cock back into
his trousers, patted me on the head and left with Colin.  I looked around
and realized I had to move quickly.  I grabbed the lube, wrapped it in its
small towel and velcroed it to the bottom of the desk Then I got another
towel and wiped-up the cum stains elsewhere.  Finally, I washed my own dick
and got dressed.  40 minutes had passed....such a hot lunch break.  And I
was still hungry!




Characters:


Me (John):  WM, 44, 6', 200, ginger, muscular, alpha
Boss:  Asian twink, 26, 5'6", 130, smooth/lean
Don:  WM, 38, 5'9", 210, nerd at bathhouse
Quentin:  WM Twink, 25, 5'9, 155, smooth, blond
Doug:  Quentin's BF, Latino, 6', 180, musc, smooth
Colin:  My co-worker, white, 30, 5'7", 125, skinny, smooth
Al:  (Colin's friend), Jewish, 5'8, 150, smooth, 6c




My Dom Asian Twink - Part 14 (The Convergence)


The weekend arrived and I was ready.  The work week had been hectic and all
the extracurricular activity left me tired on Friday evening.  I cooked at
home, watched some TV and went to bed early.


Quentin texted the next morning and said he and Doug were coming over late
afternoon for "playtime and a nap".  They were going to the Club later that
evening, so I guess I was going to be the appetizer.  Quent asked, "Have
you heard from your Asian twink lately?"  I responded, "Not since Tuesday".
Quent replied, "Text him and ask him to join us".  Hmm....I thought.  "K",
I replied.


I texted Boss and went about my day doing the usual weekend chores and
errands.  Quent and Doug were coming over at 4p so I wanted to have some
beer and wine ready, as well as some snacks.  Boss replied around 2p and
said he had to work at 5.  "Be naked on your knees in your living room at
330p.  And do not move from that position until I arrive" Hmm...I thought.
This was going to be interesting.


As directed, I was kneeling on a pillow in my living room at 330p, naked
and (unsurprisingly) hard, my 6-incher waving in front of my muscled torso.
I waited...5 minutes passed.  My erection had started to sag when the front
door opened and Boss walked-in.  Even after two previous encounters, his
presence unsettled me.  He inspected me, circling me like a wolf stalking
his prey.  I heard him rustle in his pocket and he produced leather
restraints for my wrists.  Each arm was pulled behind my back and they were
latched together.  I was scared, but I knew Quent and Doug were coming at
4ish....so did Boss.  "Where is your wallet?", he asked.  I gave him a WTF
look and he backhanded me hard and knocked me onto the floor.  This was
followed by a kick to the abs.  "Where....is....your....wallet?", he asked
calmly.  "Bedside table top drawer.", I croaked as I tried to catch my
breath.  Boss walked to my bedroom and returned with my wallet.  He opened
it and took $40, then placed my wallet on a table next to the sofa.  "I
bought good quality.  Padded.  You should thank me.", he said with no hint
of a smile.  "Thank you, Boss", I whispered as I lay on my side still
smarting from the pain.  The irony that I was paying for restraints that
were being used ON me was not lost on me.  Boss said nothing as he walked
over, grabbed a handful of my hair and began dragging me to the bedroom as
I protested weakly and tried to crawl (without the support of my restrained
hands) to keep up.  My knees would be rug-burned tomorrow for sure.  Boss
pulled me up and shoved me over the corner of the mattress, my wrists still
restrained firmly behind my back.  Then he kicked my legs apart again and
again until my torso rested flat on the mattress and my legs were spread as
wide as possible, completely extended, toes supporting my lower body.  He
painfully hoisted my hands upwards toward my shoulder blades and said,
"Good".  Then he picked-up the lube I'd placed on the bedside table and
slathered some onto his long, thin cock.  He lined-up his cock with my hole
and then hesitated briefly.  I thought he'd changed his mind before he
plunged into me hard, rotating his body to the left for more leverage into
my ass.  He was lean/lithe and he had one leg on the bed as he rammed me
again and again from above while I was splayed-open, unable to get leverage
on the floor.  I tried to move my legs closer together but he smacked me
hard on the head.  When I tried again a couple minutes later, a reflexive
move on my part, he yanked out of me and walked calmly to my closet.
"No....please no.  I promise to be good.  I promise....", I begged
urgently.  But Boss didn't care.  The first blow landed on my left cheek.
It was hard and surely left a welt.  He took his time, moving back and
landing another on the right cheek.  I was wailing when I heard the front
door open.  Quent and Doug appeared in the bedroom doorway momentarily.  I
was whimpering and apologizing to Boss when they entered, begging him to
stop.  Quent looked at me, surveying my eyes, but he made no move to
protect me.  Doug was clearly shocked and uncertain.  If I've learned
anything recently, it's that a true alpha can smell a beta, even if the
beta doesn't present himself as such.  Boss surveyed both boys.  Then he
looked at Doug and said, "Strip, jock boy".  Doug looked shocked and turned
to Quentin.  But Quent moved quietly to the chair in my bedroom and took a
seat.  For the time being, he was going to let Boss run this show.  Doug
(6', 180 lbs) looked like a little boy who couldn't find his Daddy as Boss
approached him.  Doug, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, began to back up as
Boss (5'6", 130lbs) got closer.  Boss stopped him by reaching out and
firmly grabbing Doug by the waistband of his jeans.  He pulled and Doug,
looking helpless and lost, stumbled closer to Boss.  Doug, at would have
looked comical if he wasn't so visibly frightened and unsure of himself,
standing before this short, slim Asian twink.  "STRIP, jock boy.  Or else
your ass is going to look like his", Boss said as he gestured to me.  Doug
began to move....taking off his t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.  Doug
was Godlike - a truly magnificent jock bod.  And when he stepped out of his
jeans, Boss actually whistled and turned to Quentin.  "100% prime jock ass.
I'm impressed", he said.  Quent just smiled and nodded while Boss turned
his attention back to Doug, who was still wearing his tight, sexy underwear
and standing nervously.  Boss grabbed Doug by his ample package, squeezed
and said, "Do you know what STRIP means, dumbass?"  Doug was nodding yes
and gasping for air as Boss squeezed his balls.  Boss relaxed his grip and
let go.  Doug took a deep breath and dropped his sexy undies to the floor,
stepping out of them and kicking them aside.  Boss placed his tiny hand on
Doug's muscular ass and shoved him further into the room, toward the bed.
Then he said, "Bend over and grab your ankles, jock boy."  Doug looked at
Quentin who just nodded.  Then he bent over and wrapped his hands around
his ankles.  Boss used his hand on Doug's ass, at least at first.  He
warmed-up Doug's ass cheeks nicely, switching from one side to the other.
This was clearly a new experience for Doug and he couldn't hide his
pleasure.  Sure....the blows stung him and he grunted each time.  But his
big cock began to lengthen as soon as Boss began the spanking.  By the
tenth blow, Doug was hard...rock hard.  His big, smooth brown ass was
red-tinged and his thick 8-incher was bobbing in front of him, the head
poking out of his foreskin.  Boss stopped after 15 and rubbed Doug's ass
gingerly on each side as Doug moaned appreciatively.  Then he ordered Doug
onto all fours on the bed.  Doug hopped up immediately and stuck his ass
out, clearly anxious for whatever was coming next.  Meanwhile, I was still
splayed across the corner of the bed with my blistered ass on display for
the audience, hands still restrained, afraid to move until I was told to do
so.


Boss strolled over and grabbed my restraint, dragging me backwards off the
bed and onto the floor.  His hard cock was sticking straight up, firm
against his flat, smooth stomach.  Boss grabbed a handful of my hair and
pulled me to a kneeling position, then used his other hand to tilt his cock
down and ram it into my mouth.  I sucked hungrily, tasting his precum and
my ass juices.  With his hand behind my head, he was quickly buried in my
throat, the last inch or two of his dick being massaged by my throat
muscles.  He fit perfectly into my throat and it was fantastically
pleasurable for me to suck him.  Boss leaned over the back of me and
released the wrist restraints.  My arms ached and I was happy to have them
freed.  Boss took the restraints, gave me a look of satisfaction as I
pleasured him, then removed his cock and walked two steps to where Doug's
ass was facing him on my bed.  He surprised me (and Doug) by pulling Doug's
ankles together and locking them in place with the restraints.  He reached
for Doug's big, thick cock, still rock hard, and grasped it as he began
spanking Doug again, alternating from cheek to cheek as Doug gasped and
moaned.  I looked at Quentin and could tell he was surprised by Doug's
reaction, especially how much Doug was enjoying the spanking.  And I had a
feeling Doug would be getting spanked often from this point forward.


Quent summoned me with a wave and I crawled to him.  I undid his jeans and
freed his beautiful cock while he continued to watch Boss and Doug.  Quent
groaned with satisfaction as I went down on him as he watched Boss roll
Doug onto his back.  Quent watched as Doug's ass was rolled-back and
propped-up on two pillows, high in the air.  Boss held the jock's bound
ankles as he began to slap Doug's balls with his other hand.  At first the
slaps were light and they elicited a surprised yelp from Doug each time.
But Boss gradually slapped them harder and Doug began to writhe and moan
pitifully.  Boss was landing each blow hard when I heard Doug yell "NO!".
Doug's untouched cock was firing cum all over his face, chin and chest.
Boss slapped his sack three more times before stopping.  He grabbed some
lube and rubbed Doug's balls gently in a circular motion, dipping down to
graze Doug's winking hole.  Even though he'd just cum, Doug began to babble
and beg for Boss's cock.  Quent was amused and cleared his throat, letting
Doug know he was observing.  Doug recovered his senses momentarily and in a
whiny, little-boy voice he begged, "Please Quent?".  Now I understood.
Doug needed Quentin's permission to get fucked by someone else.  Quent
grinned and nodded slightly as Boss suddenly shoved 2 fingers into Doug's
hole and set off a series of moans from Doug.  "Jock boy has a hungry cunt,
doesn't he?", Boss said to no one in particular.  "Yes sir", Doug
whispered.  "Please fuck me, sir".  Boss rose up on his knees and held
Doug's bound ankles in his tiny left hand.  He planted his right hand
firmly in the center of Doug's muscular chest and then began to tease
Doug's needy hole.  Doug responded by babbling and begging like a true
slut.  I rose from Quent's cock to watch the show, stroking Quent as his
eyes were riveted on Boss and his boyfriend.  Boss finally sunk his cock
into the big jock's hole and corkscrewed while Doug moaned like a bitch.
Boss ordered Doug to lock his elbows around his thighs and then Boss
shocked all of us by doing a 180, rotating his cock inside Doug's tight
ass.  Boss was facing away from Doug now staring at Quent and me.  And
Doug's cock had regained its full hardness.  The skinny/toned Asian twink
had an evil smirk on his face as he observed his long, thin cock half-in
Doug's hole.  Doug, on the other hand, was the picture of muscle-pussy.
His solid arms were wrapped around the bend of his knees and he was holding
his thighs tightly to his chest.  He was looking at Boss in awe and
submission....the big jock was in heaven.  Boss looked at Quent hard,
slapped Doug once on each asscheek and began to rabbit-fuck him.  Doug was
writhing, yelping and moaning.  His pleasure was intense and we could see
his big cock hard and leaking against his stomach.  Boss was fucking him
brutally, driving in and out of his hole backwards.  Meanwhile, he
explained to Doug that Doug was simply jock-pussy.  And that jock-pussy was
put on earth for alphas like Boss to use.  With Quent looking on, Boss
explained that Doug would make his jock-pussy available to Boss whenever he
wanted it from now on.  Doug was rendered speechless by the fucking, both
the mind-fuck and the ass fuck.  He babbled incoherently.  But one thing
was crystal clear to all of us.  Doug would submit to Boss whenever he was
summoned and Quent, or anyone else, would be powerless to stop him.  Doug's
eyes were glazed-over and his head was thrashing from side to side when
Boss said, "I just took your jock-pussy in front of your boyfriend, slut.
And next time I'm going to invite one of your jock frat boys to watch.
Would you like that?"  Doug was shaking his head yes and trying to say
something.  Boss took this pause to rotate 180 again, now he was facing
Doug and he spit into Doug's open mouth, placed a hand on each of Doug's
forearms and shoving Doug's thighs back until his knees hit his ears.  The
brutal fuck continued and Boss, who was nearing his climax, said, "Who owns
your jock-pussy, boy?"  "You, you, you", Doug chanted as Boss pinned him
impossibly hard to the mattress.  Boss stopped.  He smiled.  "Look at me,
bitch.  I'm going to breed your jock-cunt now.  And after I do, you belong
to me.  No one else fucks your cunt except me.  Understood?", he asked.
Doug shook his head yes vigorously, eyes locked on Boss, and said, "Yes
sir, yes sir.  Please sir, PLEASE.....".  Boss smiled evilly, took Doug's
big cock in his left hand and slid his own cock slowly into his
newly-conquered jock pussy.  Boss flexed his cock and said "CUM!"  Doug
began to fire shot after shot in the air while Boss pulled back and
long-dicked him with thrust after thrust.  Doug was clearly having a
life-altering experience and I suddenly noticed that Quentin's cock was
rigid in my hand.  When I glanced at Quent, he rose and slapped me hard.
Then he dragged me by the hair, shoved me over the edge of the bed and sunk
his cock into me in one stroke, howling as he unloaded his cum into my
previously-fucked hole.  His spasms were relentless and I was shocked at
how turned-on this scene had made Quentin.  He basically witnessed Boss
fuck his boyfriend into submission and claim him for his own.  We all
collapsed at the same time.  Quent was on my back, looking away from Doug.
Boss pulled his cock from Doug, released the ankle restraints and
knee-walked up to Doug's face.  Doug licked and cleaned him like the
perfect slut.  Boss got up and walked to the living room to get dressed,
leaving without another word.  Quent rose and went to the bathroom, closing
the door.  I rolled to my side, my cock rock hard.  Doug was clearly still
in shock as he lay on his side facing me.  Then he noticed my hard dick and
slid off the bed to the floor, took me into his mouth and sucked me until I
fed him my load.  I collapsed after that, flopping onto the bed.  I heard
Doug get dressed and quietly leave without saying a word.  Quent returned a
few minutes later and cuddled next to me on the bed, his head on my hairy
pec.  I wrapped a strong arm around him and held him tightly as he drifted
off to sleep.... 

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