Bob Mizer - John Apache vs Calvin Zwingli (1972)
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Bob Mizer - John Apache vs Calvin Zwingli (1972)
You were chilling in a beach bar alone, when suddenly a tall handsome young man appeared in front if you. You quickly glanced over his body. He was wearing only a very short sport shorts and a tight t-tshirt that underlined his muscles.
He took a free chair in front of you and pulled his t-shirt up revealing his defined abs and pumped-up pecs. Then in a deep confident voice he told you to order a beer for him.
“What?”, — you were shocked about his insolence, — “Who are you? And why should I order something for you?”
“Oh, boy. I’ve seen how you’ve been staring on all guys passing you over the last hour. I know you’ve been looking at them and dreaming to be used, owned and humiliated. You’re a fag, boy, and you can’t hide it, doesn’t matter how hard you try”, — he smirked. — “Now, I’m waiting for my beer”
You called a waiter and ordered two beers — one for him and one for you. But the guy interrupted the waiter: “Those two are for me. My fag isn’t allowed to drink”
You were so embarrassed about stranger calling you ‘fag’ in front of a waiter. But deeply inside you liked it.
When the waiter left you talked to the guy: “So, what’s your name, big boy?”
“Haha, I’m Lucas but whenever you talk to me you should show some respect. So don’t forget to add ‘Sir’ whenever you address me. Understood?”
“Yes… Sir”
“Good boy”, — he laughed and put his legs up on the table, — “Now, show me how you want to worship this godly body”
As you were kissing the soles of his 15-sized feet, the waiter brought two beers and the bill. Lucas took the bill and ordered you to give him your wallet. He then used your money to pay for the beer and gave a 50$ tip for a waiter.
Lucas quickly gulped two beers. “Now, boy, let’s go to your room”
You both stood up and you realized how small you were compared to he. You was almost a head shorter than he and you could barely see over his broad shoulders.
* * *
As you entered your hotel room, Lucas pushed you down to the floor and pulled his shorts down. He than grabbed his semi-hard 7-inches long cock and slapped it against your face a few times. With one hand he grabbed your chin and pushed his thumb in your mouth to open it. Then he pushed his dick deep down your throut.
After facefucking you for about 20 minutes he was about to burst. So he quickly pulled his penis out and cummed all over your face. He than grabbed your hair and spit into your open mouth.
“Haha, now fag you’re mine”, — he turned around and left the room, — “Gonna have a nice swim, now. I’ll be back at 6 to take you out for a dinner. Be ready and don’t make me wait”
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My ex could end an argument just by doing this. No matter what I was saying, a few rubs of his belly and I'd be trailing off, eyes glued to his hand as it rubbed over his big hairy stomach up to his hairy chest. He hadn't even meant to do it the first time. He was shirtless, as usual, big belly poking out and scratched an itch on his chest mid argument. As he did it was like i fell immediately into submission. I had been so mad, but my words started slowing, slurring as I lost focus of what I was saying.
When he stopped, before I knew it, my mouth opened and told him to keep going. He was confused at first but then saw the dazed look on my face, the way my eyes were fixed on his hand, and he rubbed a bit more, watching my head follow his hand as I went silent.
My mind went blank. All I could focus on as the sound his hand made as it rubbed against his bushy chest hair. How I wanted to rub my face into it, into his belly, become his little bitch and let him own me.
"You like that huh babe?" he said with a smug smile.
"Yes," I said.
"On your knees, boy," he commanded, "Come to Daddy."
I dropped to my knees, feeling my cock swelling and pride burning. It was so humiliating that he could do this to me... and it was even more humiliating that I fucking loved it. That just made it hotter... which was even more humiliating... which just made it hotter. My pride became a quiet voice as i slid down the spiral of submission. The fact that he could not only shut me up, but have precum leaking out of my cock over it. That I couldn't fight what my body wanted, no matter how wrong it was.
He stepped closer to me. His belly's bulging mass hung in front of my twinkish body, mesmerizing me.
"You're not mad anymore, right babe?"
"No sir," I said, more precum dripping out of me. After two years of exploring all the triggers that would turn me into his bitch, he didn't have to command me to call him sir when he put me under like this; it was clear who was in charge.
"It didn't matter, did it baby?"
"No sir," I said.
"So babe," he said smiling, "Now I can have you leaking with a few chest rubs?" His hand slid back over his hairy chest. My hips started bucking, hand falling to my throbbing cock and jerking it.
"Thats my little fit boy," he said, grabbing the back of my head and pressing it into his belly. I rubbed my face back and forth in ecstacy, smiling widely as I buried my head in him. He was so big. So in control. And I was his twink slave. I'd never pictured myself with a big guy, but he tamed me, made me into his belly worshipping boy. My tongue rolled out, licking him, worshipping his big belly. He'd pursued me at first, but once he had me, he made me his completely in a few months. He showed me where I belonged as a fit twink: wrapped around a big man, sucking his nipples, rubbing his hairy belly, sucking his cock. Had me waking up sucking him off, licking his pits clean, cooking his breakfast. Thirsting for him all the time. He'd stare indifferently while I sucked his cock for hours. Would wake up to me sucking him, blow a load on my face, and then collapse back over me and fall back asleep on me, making his cum dry on my bitch face. Miss it 🤤 and know i'd drop back to my knees in a second if he asked.
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