He thought he was tough… until I dropped my pants and showed him 12 thick inches of real power.
This arrogant prick strutted up to me at the bar, all smirks and macho bullshit, like he was gonna run the show. I just smiled, grabbed his wrist, and whispered, “You’re coming with me, little man. I’m gonna make you my bitch tonight.” His cocky grin faltered when he felt how strong my grip was.
Back at my place I shoved him to his knees. “Strip,” I commanded. He hesitated—big mistake. I yanked his shirt off, then his pants, leaving him naked and half-hard. Pathetic. Then I unzipped slow, letting my massive 12-inch cock spring free—thick, veiny, already leaking. His eyes went wide. His mouth dropped open. He actually whimpered.
“Open wide, bitch,” I growled. I grabbed his hair and fed him my cock—inch after thick inch until he gagged and tears ran down his face. I face-fucked him slow at first, then harder, making him choke and drool while I told him how worthless his little dick looked next to mine. He tried to pull away. I just thrust deeper.
When he was a sloppy, gasping mess, I bent him over the bed. Lubed up my monster and pressed the fat head against his tight hole. “Beg for it,” I said. He shook his head. I slapped his ass hard. “Beg, bitch.” Finally he cracked: “Please… fuck me… please…”
I slammed in—half my length in one brutal thrust. He screamed. I didn’t stop. I pounded him raw, deep, relentless—every stroke stretching him wide, hitting his prostate until his own cock leaked like a faucet. “Squeal for me,” I ordered, gripping his hips and railing him harder. And fuck, he did—high-pitched, desperate squeals every time I bottomed out.
I flipped him onto his back so I could watch his face while I destroyed him. Legs over my shoulders, I drilled down, my heavy balls slapping his ass. He was babbling now—“Oh god… too big… please… don’t stop…”—squealing louder with every thrust. I stroked his pathetic dick just enough to edge him, denying him release while I used his hole like it belonged to me.
Finally I growled, “Cum for your owner, bitch.” I slammed in balls-deep and unloaded—hot, thick ropes flooding his guts while he squealed like a porn star and shot weak spurts across his stomach. I kept fucking him through it, milking every drop out of him until he was trembling and whimpering.
He’s mine now. Broken. Owned. Squealing.
Ready to be my next bitch? Call Tara. My cock’s already throbbing for you.