Sunday, June 15, 2014

Fighting for Dominance (End) Part 3

The pressure lets up and I swallow a large breath of oxygen. Less than three breaths and I suddenly take a blow to the back of the head.

"Get UP puta!" he shouts. "You've got more fight in you than that!"

Suddenly I had a thought. I stand up slowly and with a wobble. I put out an arm to steady myself. I hear the carpet behind me compress with his footstep. I suddenly ball my left arm into a fist, which I grip with my right arm and slam it backwards with all my might. The elbow connects and I feel the tendon shift uncomfortably. I also feel that I caught his diaphragm off center so the wind is only partially knocked out of him.

I whip around and pull his arm behind him, twisting it painfully towards his shoulder blades. I can hear him straining to breathe and endure what was probably a really painful twisting of his arm.

"Surrender you fucking cunt!" I snarled, "I have no problem whatsoever with popping this arm out of your shoulder socket!"

I went quiet suddenly as I realized I was the hardest I've ever been. I'm still not entirely sure if it was that I was inflicting considerable pain, or the entire scene that had me so hard but it was a painful raging erection.

Then he tried a quick twist to get himself free of me while I was momentarily distracted. The surprise caused me to clamp down hard and push his arm even more painfully back. He yelped.

"Give UP!" I spat.
"I... surrender..." he muttered.
"I can't hear you!" I said triumphantly.
"Jesus fuck! My friends are in the next room. I surrender! Keep it down asshole." he snarled.

I released him and shoved him away from me onto the bed. He flexed his shoulder and massaged it with his spare hand.

"You fight dirty." he accused.
"And you don't? Those neck holds are no joke." I countered. "You gave up. Your ass is mine."
"I know the score. I thought you'd be a challenging fight, but I did not expect you to beat me. I studied Brazilian martial arts."
"You asshole! Did you let me win?! Someone who's never been in a fight can just beat a martial artist?" I said suspiciously...
"I would never surrender for no reason puta. You surprised me. I may have gotten a little overconfident as well... Regardless, I don't have all day. What do you want me to do?"

My opponent wouldn't look me in the eye. He just scowled off into a corner. Probably replaying the fight in his head... Fine by me. I didn't just want victory. I wanted my opponent to really feel the defeat. Then again... Probably best to use a hardon like this before my dick explodes from the pressure.

"On your knees... LOSER." I declared with insufferable smugness. He complied.
"Open your mouth; you're going to suck my nuts. Slowly."

I lifted my dick up towards my big belly and my nuts dangled loosely in their sack. I plopped them down on the bridge of his nose and I could feel a sudden inhalation of my scent. He opened his mouth and took not one but both nuts in his mouth. They were sweaty from all the fighting. It had gotten quite warm in here as we fought.

"Yea you like those salty nuts?" I said slapping my cock against his nose and face. He grunted but kept sucking. As much as I enjoyed the sensation my dick was twitching with the opportunity to fuck his hole. I glanced at the clock. Fuck. Only a bit under an hour before I'm supposed to meet friends for dinner. I pulled back and once my balls were free (safely) I thrust my right hand under his jaw and latched onto his neck in a tight grip. I pulled him to standing. He looked me right in the eye. He hated every second of this. I could practically smell the defiance... but that was probably just his quite ripe pits.

I smirked and pushed him to the bed hard. I pried open his legs and he grabbed a pillow to put over his face. I grabbed my lube shooter and dipped it in the "Swiss Navy" bottle of silicone lube. I quickly jammed the shooter up his hole in one swift motion. His ass was a bit tight but nowhere near tight enough to prevent my probing. With his hole lubed up I lined up and thrust home.

I EARNED that ass. My legs wobbled a moment when I bottomed out. It was an ideal tightness and I was really ready to blow. I decided I needed to endure enough to make my victory last. He tensed up and strained obviously a bit in pain. I waited and made a comment about giving him a brief breather. He didn't respond nor could I see his face under the pillow. I began a slow thrust thirty seconds later. He tensed up immediately but I simply fucked through it this time. I started to sweat from my forehead and as it dripped down my forehead it landed on his beefy muscular belly and cock.

The need to blow was building and I could feel my balls churning up a large load. I wanted to stop right there. Unfortunately, the thought of being late for a special occasion made me decide it was time. I picked up the pace forcing the sensations to build up to that awesome peak and I blew my load deep inside his ass. I fired 6 pulses of hot sticky seed splashing against his insides. This entire time he'd been doing his best to keep as silent as possible, but he gripped the pillow and let out a pleasured cry. I pulled my still hard dick from his hole and it spat up a bit of my seed which dribbled down his crack towards the cover.

I reached down and gripped his arm and pulled him up to standing and thrust my fist out between it. He looked at it and bumped my fist.

"Well fought man. Even if you are a dickhole you fight well." I said confidently.
"Yea it might have been a bit better than I was expecting." he said.
"Whatever bro, I gotta get out of here I'm late." I said gathering my clothes. From my bent over position I could see my jizz sliding down his muscled leg. I smirked.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Fighting for Dominance (again) Part 2

The Latino took it easy on me for a few minutes and instructed me to worship his body with my tongue. He wrapped his thick muscular arms about my upper body and held me close to him while I lapped at his nipples. As my tongue traced wet circles over his nipple, he grunted and sighed heavily.

"You're a tough fucker." he grunted
I glared up over his bulging pectorals. "You too."

I was hesitant to lavish the victor in praise. As a dominant I make a point of having subs praise me near incessantly. Being constantly in the position to value someone without receiving compliments in return weakens one's position with the person you're praising. The more you concede the easier it is to concede more. Whether or not I have lost the fight, I'm still a dominant and he won't turn me into a mewling sub just by wrestling me down...

"I enjoyed that fight, you can really throw your weight around and you nearly got out of my grip on several occasions. How long have you been fighting for?" he asks as his biceps wrap about my head pressing my face against his nipples harder as I use the edges of my teeth lightly.

Some guys are super sensitive, he was not. he seemed to enjoy the rough attention. I didn't appreciate the half-hearted attempt to crush my skull but didn't dare brush him off or I'd risk being made unconscious and waking up to something less gentle.

"That was my first fight actually." I said. "You didn't seem as tough online as you turned out to be in person."

That made him smile quite broadly. "I liked fighting you. You have a lot of strength and spirit when you fight. What do you say to best two out of three?" he presses my head down to his crotch and rubs his dick in my face through the lycra. "Get it wet puta."

I drag my tongue wetly across the surface and consider his proposition. You know that smell that men have when they haven't showered for about 6 hours? The smell of balls churning out inside? That's precisely what his lycra jock tasted like. And whether I'm his "puta" or not... I really enjoyed that taste and savored it. I'm not even remotely ashamed to point out that I would salivate, let it soak in, and then draw the liquid back out of his jock and let it rest on my tongue.  After a minute I said, "Fine best of three."

"I said best two out of three little puta. Are you hard of hearing?" he growled grinning widely. At the time I have to admit I didn't know what puta meant. I knew it wasn't flattering, but I took German in high school. I wish I'd taken Spanish instead, that ended up being way more useful. Regardless, I found the insult somehow a bit more stinging. I kept all my jabs in English and he knew full well what I was saying but somehow not knowing an appropriate retort was pissing me off. "I refuse to fight you again unless I get two chances to take you down fucker. Did victory make you into a content pussy?" I whispered, mustering my best intimidating glare.

He simply laughed. "Not in the slightest. I wanted to be sure that when you almost passed out that I didn't kill your fighting spirit. No point in going again if you aren't going to give me a challenge. Hold it there. I want you to rest a little bit before we continue fighting and I'm nowhere near done appreciating the spoils of my victory."

He pulls me off his cock and I displayed disappointment on my face until I realize it's showing and glare at him. It's too late though. "Can't get enough of my cock huh? You haven't even tasted that flesh. If you win a round I'll let you taste it." he gives me a throaty chuckle. I turn away for a moment annoyed to have given him the upper hand. His right arm snaps out and grabs the back of my head firmly smashing it into his chest. I struggle but with one hand he holds my head in place.

"Before we start, you're going to lick every drop of sweat off my chest. I suggest big broad paths instead of those little clitoral flicks you've been doing with your tongue. If you think that I'm going to get off to that shit you'll be here all night. START!" he jams my face in so hard I hear a slight crack in my nose and I stick out my tongue. I lick from his hips all the way up just short of his pits. I do these broad licks from the hips to the collar bones all the way across his body. No inch left unlicked. The sweaty tang really was intoxicating. As high as I was getting off the taste, I was clearly having an effect back. I could feel his skin shiver as I passed over it and muscles contract just underneath the surface. His grip on the back of my head tightens. I immediately stop licking and bite down on his left pectoral. He stops increasing pressure and utters a deep moan. I maintain my pressure and he grips a little harder. I bite harder again in response. This time he smacks my head. I let go but pull back and glare at him again.

"You're itching for this fight as much as I am aren't you?" he growls. "I hope you're ready. You need a win if you expect to have a chance of having me serve you."

"Bring it cunt." I snap back. He and I circle each other again. "I know your tricks now, and I know how to throw my weight around. I don't see you winning this fight." I snarl.

He reaches out with both hands and grabs the back of my neck pulling my head to meet his gently. He looks me dead in the eyes. "I love taking cocky fuckers like you down. There's no end to your ego is there?" he says his stare never breaking. "Absolutely not. If you didn't think I could back it up we wouldn't be about to do this twice. I know all the same mind games you do." I whisper back with a toothy grin. "It's no game puta. I could see the faggot in you surface as you worshiped me. I suggested the fight now before you lost your will to fight." My eyes narrowed. "I can enjoy it without losing an ounce of myself. Do you never taste your subs? I'm showing you how it's done cunt. I expect you to live up to my performance when you lose. You'll be my good little faggot soon."

For a moment I considered he might have a point. I pushed it out of my head. Physically, I pushed him. Hard. Harder than either of us expected. He flew back and stumbled landing roughly in that little arm chair hotels provide. He looks startled but I can get this fight off to a good start by taking advantage here. I rush forward and grab the arms of the chair and bring my knees up and spread them apart hitting him about nipple high and digging them in between him and the fabric attempting to lodge them in there and prevent him from getting the leverage he needs to throw me off. The impact causes him to exhale a bit. I immediately bring my jock up to his face and slam my face and raging cock into his nose and mouth. He's forced to exhale my scent this time and I use my arms to press his face into it deeper. His open mouth is stuffed with my cock mid-breath and his nose is jammed into my belly. I can see a moment of panic come across his face as his breath drew short. He is attempting to breathe around my belly through his nose. "Ha," I thought "let's see how you deal with being nearly choked out."

Crap. By jamming his face into my crotch I shifted my center of gravity and I wasn't pinning him as hard as I needed to. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and actually lifts me up and pushes me away. As I lose my balance he falls with me and we both travel a short distance landing on the bed. I claw and struggle to get out of that grip  but he's just managing to hold it. I pound with my fists on his sides, but he continues to keep a secure grip on me. I summon all my strength and really start slamming my fists into his sides. I hear wet thuds echo as my fists rain down on his sweating flesh.

Just what I needed. He loosens his grip on my lower body for a split second. I try to unfold my legs pushing up and away from him and grab the bed trying to pull myself free. It was a trap. As soon as he lets my legs uncurl he uses my own momentum to twirl me about. I'm suddenly face down on the bed and his arm is around my neck again. He doesn't hesitate to really apply force. My temples and features bulge with his effort. He happened to catch me in this grip just after I'd exhaled. "Surrender." he hisses. I have no oxygen in my lungs. I can't speak, I can't surrender. I weakly tug at his arm but his left arm is being used as leverage to apply the force.

My mind is already fading and I feel more pressure being applied. Colors start to grey and I feel warmth spread across me...


To be continued in the final part. Part 3.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Fighting for dominance (literally) Round 1

Inauguration weekend I was at home, horny, as usual and i hopped on Growlr to take a look around. A very beefy Latino guy messaged me. He was very intent on his privacy so I'll leave out the details of his appearance but i found him attractive, very muscular, with a bit of bulk. I have no idea how old he was but he was approaching middle age.

He tells me he wants to have a "Dom vs Dom" fight. I had never heard of such a thing and it could best be summed up as wrestling for dominance. He wanted to smack talk for a little bit and then punch, kick, and grapple our way to dominance over the other. I've never had a fight in my life. I'm a big guy, 5'11 270 lbs. I can be intimidating when i want to be. Frankly, being able to grapple with this beefy guy just sounded hot. Besides i had at least 40 lbs on him so i figured throwing my weight around might be a potential win. Yet, if i lost i was going to be sucking on his cock...

I said I'd come and cleaned myself up a bit before heading out. I put on my sexiest leather jock and big black leather boots and stomped over to his nearby hotel. Once i entered his room it was pretty dark. He had CNN on the TV and told me we had to keep it down because apparently he was traveling with someone who was staying in the next room.

We stripped down to our jocks and i could see his impressive musculature. His biceps were about 3/4ths of the size of my head. We started off with the smack talk just as he suggested. I found my forehead pressed against his looking directly into his eyes.

Him: "You think you're pretty tough?" *he pushes me back*
Me: "I know I'm tough pussy." *I dig in and push him back*
Him: "Suddenly a tough guy huh? Name your rules asshole." *pushes me back way harder than before*
Me: "No gut punches, no ball damage, no neck punches, and no knocking the wind out of me... Deal?" *i slap him on the side of the head*
Him: "Deal. You know there's nothing i hate more than cocky, arrogant guys like you."
Me: "You just don't like anyone who can fight back."
Him: "Yea, yea, what are your terms cunt? What happens if you win?"
Me: "Well cum puddle, I'm going to fuck your hole... and I'm not going to be gentle."
Him: "Doubt it. When you lose to me, you're going to blow me to completion after worshiping this body."
Me: "I'm not worried. Let's do this."

I pushed off of his body and slid back, lowering my center of gravity. He lunged at me and grappled me about my waist. I let loose with the hardest punches i could muster. They landed heavy and dull against his back. He heaves and lifts me clear off my feet despite my weight advantage and i land on the bed startled. A quick flurry of movements and he swings his muscled thighs around to clamp down on my head. My face is being pressed into his fat, musky crotch. I tried to twist my head and slide out but he clamped his legs together locking my mouth facing his cock. I tried to at least get him into the same position i was by whipping my hips upwards into his face and wrapping my legs around his head.

That surprised him and while i couldn't do anything but have his face in my meat filled jock strap. He turned the situation around on me by biting my dick. Not too hard but I've never had anyone chomp on my dick and so long as it didn't hurt I'd tolerate it. I decided turn about was fair play and bit down on his cock. My saliva soaked his jock and quickly absorbed the musky flavor of the cock and balls it held back. The more i bit down the more he moaned. He was actually enjoying this? I bit down harder to be sure and i could feel his groan vibrate along my cock head in addition to hearing it louder than before.

His legs started to relax about my head as i bit down gnawing at the slick fabric. I started hurling my weight around out of nowhere and managed to slide out from between his legs before he could close them. I slid off the bed and onto the carpet. He tried to grapple me from behind and I tried to throw him over me but i slipped and suddenly I'm in a headlock. My Adam's apple is in the crook of his elbow and he applies a lot of pressure. My head is swimming, he's asking me if i give in but i can barely talk. I can't move my jaw and i feel darkness overtaking my vision. Suddenly the pressure disappeared and i gasped for air.

"I think i win that one puta." he grunted, "I don't want you to pass out yet. I'm just starting to have fun. You lost, so get up here and suck these nipples."

I glared at him defiantly but crawled onto the bed, exhausted and light headed... To be continued in round 2

Sunday, January 27, 2013

How it all started

I'm 29 and a young dominate gay male living in DC. One of my past boyfriends first identified me as a dominate before i even really had a sense of what all that entailed. It took a number of years before i started exploring the ideas of bondage and domination and all this started just about a year ago from my post. I'm looking for regular slaves to dominate in the DC area and new experiences that i can write about for this blog.

I have a profile up on Recon as so many do. I tend to find that submissive men on recon are far more likely to flake than men on any other site. It's probably because they're more interested in some interactive erotica with me because i have such a dirty mind. One slave however told me he'd be visiting from out of town and wanted to come over and submit to me. I didn't pay him too much attention and expected him to flake. Instead what i got was a 5'8 fit middle eastern guy from San Francisco. We will call him Slave Z.

Slave Z is the person directly responsible for my transformation and more serious pursuit of Bondage, Domination, Humiliation, etc etc etc. He showed up and taught me rope, taught me attitude, about slave positions, psychology of slaves and masters as well as the physiology of pain. I wanted to start this blog off thanking the one person responsible for my progress into dom hood.

Next up? I got into a "Dom Vs Dom" fight with a beefy muscled latino to decide which of us would sub for the other. Cock pulling, naked guys rolling around, it was a hot time and i'll post all about it. Next time!