Tank's Bitch

My name is Dalton, and I’m a faggot. And I mean a dick sucking, ass eating, cock taking, cum swallowing, load taking, love-to-be used, fucked and abused FAGGOT! I admit it, and I’ve known it since I was 12 years old. One look at my body and you can tell I was born to get fucked. I’m only 5'6 and 121 pounds. I’ve got blonde hair, blue eyes, and creamy white skin. I’m totally hairless except for my head, dick, and pits. Well, actually, I only have hair on my head now since I started shaving my pits and crotch a couple of months ago. I have no gag reflex whatsoever. My ass cheeks are the roundest and firmest you’ve ever seen or felt. My dick is only 5 inches when rock hard, and I have the tightest, pinkest, tastiest, most fuckable boycunt that you’ll ever ram your dick into. 

I’m relatively new at having sex. Although I’ve known I’m a fag for years, I just got fucked for the first time a couple of months ago on my 18th birthday. The guy was one of those daddy types, and he lasted a total of about 5 minutes. I didn’t even cum. Needless to say, it was a less-than-memorable experience. Damn, what a way to lose your cherry.

Since then, I’ve been having a lot of sex. It’s like getting fucked for the first time turned on some sort of switch inside me, and now I can’t get enough dick. I’ve got an ad and a totally hot ass pic posted on several online hook-up sites, so I have guys emailing me all the time begging to fuck my tight boycunt. I usually get fucked 3 or 4 times a week, but most of the guys are all about a wham-bam-thank-you-mame fuck, so I’m rarely satisfied when we’re done. 

The one thing I’ve figured out about myself over these past couple of months is that I’m a total submissive slut. I am attracted to guys who are totally dominant and aggressive and want to use my boycunt for their own pleasure. The only problem is, although lots of guys claim to be dominant and aggressive, not many of them are. At least, not to the point that turns me on. As time went on and I got fucked more and more, I started getting frustrated as hell by all the guys who thought they were much better fucks than they were. I wanted to be used and get fucked by a man! I mean a real man–a big, beefy, muscular, nasty-talking, boycunt-rapping, huge-load-shooting, horse-hung MAN!

I had almost given up hope of ever finding a guy like that, and then one night while I was surfing gay.com, I got a message from Tank.

I was immediately turned on by Tank’s profile pic. Although he didn’t have his face posted, his body was a total jock bod. 

I get a lot of messages when I’m on gay.com, and I try to at least speak to everyone who sends me a message. So I responded to Tank’s message with the usual “Hey, whassup?” response.

It was his response that caught me off guard.

“My dick, faggot!” was his response.

I quickly looked at his pic and read his profile. I was willing to play along with this guy for a minute or two.

I responded, “I would luv to worship you big dick, SIR! May I please?”

Tank typed, “Are you worthy?”

“No, SIR, but I’d luv the chance to try and prove my worthiness, SIR” was my reply.

“Address?” was his only response to my message.

I thought for a second. I was totally turned on at this point, but what if this guy was a psycho? I lived by myself, but that was both good and bad. Good so I wouldn’t be disturbed, but bad if I got in over my head.

The whole time I was thinking, my dick was rock hard and my ass was twitching. If I were ever going to have the kind of sex I lusted after, I would have to throw caution to the wind. Here was my chance.

I quickly typed out my address and sent it over the messenger. 

Tank responded that he knew exactly how to get there. Then he had some questions and instructions for me.

“1. Do you have an enema bag? 
Yes, SIR.
Douche out your boycunt thoroughly.

2. Do you have candles?
Yes, SIR.
Set candles around your bedroom, light them all, and turn our all other lights.

3. Put on a pair of clean white briefs.

4. Blindfold yourself.

5. Last question—Do you completely trust me?
Yes, SIR.
Leave your door unlocked and wait for me on your knees, blindfolded, with your head down.

I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

I quickly got offline. My heart was beating a mile a minute. 

I quickly set about following all the instructions Tank gave me. I didn’t have a lot of time, and I wanted to be prepared just incase this guy actually turned out to be legit.

I had followed Tank’s directions completely. With about 30 seconds to spare, I put on my blindfold and dropped to my knees. My heart was pounding and I was nervous, but my cock was hard and my ass was twitching. I couldn’t decide if I was more nervous or excited.

I heard my door quietly open. I heard someone walk inside my apartment and close the door. My apartment is pretty small, so I had no trouble hearing Tank in the living room. I had left my bedroom door open as per his instructions, so I never heard Tank open the bedroom door, but I could definitely feel his presence the moment he entered my bedroom.

He walked in my direction. I could smell his scent as soon as he was standing in front of me. It was a heady scent of sweat and piss—a man’s scent. Just the smell of him sent my senses into overdrive. I couldn’t believe the power just his aroma had over me. My cock jumped and I could feel my hole get wet.

All of a sudden my nose was buried in Tank’s crotch.

“Take a whiff of that dick, fag boy!” 

I inhaled and took in Tank’s scent. 

“Do you like that smell, boy?”

A meek “uh huh” was all I could muster.

All of a sudden I felt Tank pull my head back by my hair and smack me across the face. “I asked you a question, FAGGOT!” Tank sneered down at me. 

I quickly shook the stars from my head and tried again.

“Yes, SIR! I love the way your dick smells, SIR!”

I could hear Tank snicker. “That’s better, boy. When I ask a question, that’s the kind of answer I expect.”

He pulled my face to his crotch again. Except, this time, I felt flesh on flesh. He has his meaty cock out and was teasing my lips with it.

“Open wide, fag boy.” 

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, but I still wasn’t prepared for the slab of jock beef Tank shoved down my throat.

Before I knew it, my nose was buried in his smelly crotch. Fortunately, I have no gag reflex, so taking his dick wasn’t a problem. 

He grabbed a handful of my hair and started face fucking me with his donkey dick. It must have been at least 10 inches long and thick as a baby’s wrist. It tasted like sweat and piss—like he hadn’t washed in 3 or 4 days.

Before I could help myself, I was cleaning his cock and moaning like a bitch in heat. The only thought in my mind was pleasing Tank and cleaning his cock for him. I wanted him to be happy with his new boycunt.

Tank showed no mercy fucking my face. He pulled his cock out and rammed it back down my throat. I had drool and precum running down my chin. Occasionally he would withdraw his cock and smack my face with it. I could feel big whelps forming on my cheeks, as he showed no mercy with my cock lashing.