Tank's Bitch

I could tell Tank was shifting his position in front of me. All of a sudden I could smell another funk in the air, and I knew it could only be one thing—ass funk. I didn’t have to be told. As soon as I smelled the funk I bent forward. I was right. My new jock master’s funky ass was spread out before me to be cleaned. 

Forgetting my place, I leaned in and began to clean Tank’s ass with my worthless tongue. I was rewarded with a backhand across my cheek. This one was so hard it knocked me sideways and I felt tears in my eyes. I was determined not to cry. I wanted this guy more than I’d ever wanted anybody, and I was not about to let him slip away from me for being disobedient.

I got back up on my knees and held my head low.

“Please forgive me, SIR. I did not mean to taste your body without permission!” 

Without warning a felt a sharp kick to my nuts. I doubled over in pain and broke out in a cold sweat. 

My jock master responded, “Let that be a lesson to you, faggot. You wait for an invitation before ever touching my body.”

I managed to erect myself and responded, “I beg your forgiveness, SIR. Please let me make it up to you.”

“We’ll see” was all Tank said.

“Open your mouth, faggot” came my next instructions.

I opened my mouth and heard Tank snort and then spit. I felt his hot spit as it landed on my tongue.

“Swallow, faggot.” 

I immediately followed his instructions.

I couldn’t believe how good his spit tasted and how horny it made me to swallow it. I was totally into this scene now. Tank could have told me to do anything, and I would have been his willing piece of trash.

I could feel Tank shift again, and, again, I smelled the funk of his ass. Before letting me have a taste, he decided to tease me first. I sat perfectly still. I could feel Tank’s ass get closer and then I felt his pucker on the end of my nose. He bumped my nose with his hole several times so I could get a good smell of it.

“Do you like that smell, boy?”

“Yes, SIR!” came my quick reply.

“What do you want to do with it, boy?” he asked in a way that sent chills down my spine.

“Can I please lick it, SIR?” I begged.

Tank commanded, “Lick, bitch! And lick it clean too!”

I began worshipping my master’s hole. It tasted like pure man. I was immediately in love with that taste and knew I’d have to have it again and again and again.

I licked Tank’s hole until it was perfectly clean and drenched in my spit. I paid particular attention to his pucker, as it was extra raunchy.

Tank kept pushing my head into his ass. There was no need though. I had already felt his wrath one time, and he definitely wouldn’t have to show me twice.

“Bend over the bed” Tank ordered.

I felt my way until I was standing beside my bed. I bent over as instructed. My fresh, 18-year-old ass was sticking in the air.

I felt a smack across my left cheek. 

“Nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to fuck it.” 

I could feel Tank’s breath on my ear as he kneaded my ass cheeks. I felt a rush of cold air on my ass as Tank pulled my underwear down to my ankles. Then I heard flesh on flesh as he brought another smack down on my right butt cheek. He spent the next few minutes spanking my ass—alternating cheeks with each smack.

“I’m gonna fuck that boycunt good and hard, faggot.” 

As Tank talked about my boycunt and the things he was going to do to it, my head told me I was crazy for putting myself in this situation, but my dick and hole were telling me otherwise.

I felt Tank’s body shift and could tell he was standing directly behind me. I felt him roughly spread my butt cheeks and then I felt a wad of spit land on my hole. I tried to relax my hole as much as possible to lessen what I knew was going to be a rough, painful assault on my barely-fucked boycunt. I had been fucked many times since I turned 18, but none of the dicks compared to what I imagined Tank’s to be like. His felt like a 10-inch steel piston that could rip my tender hole to shreds.

I felt the head of Tank’s cock press against my asshole, and I tried to relax as much as possible. All of a sudden I felt a seering pain in my ass as Tank shoved the whole monster into my ass with one thrust. I almost passed out from the pain. Fortunately, the scream I’d planned to let loose had gotten stuck in my throat and nothing came out. I could tell this pleased Tank. Although I was a faggot in his mind, at least I wasn’t one of those nelly faggots who didn’t know how to take a jock’s cock without crying.

He barely gave me time to adjust before he started pounding my tight boycunt. He started ramming his huge fuckstick in my hole and showing no mercy.

“Take that dick, faggot!” he spat.

“I know you like taking a big jock dick in your boycunt. That boycunt was made for jock dicks and nothing more. I’m gonna have a lot of fun fucking you whenever I want.”

“Yes, SIR. Thank you for fucking me, SIR” I panted. 

The truth was his jock cock DID feel good in my hole. And I now knew that was what my ass was made for. I knew I belonged to Tank and he could take my ass whenever he wanted it.

Tank continued his assault on my hole. Every now and then he would take his cock all the way out and ram it back in to the root. 

“Tell me how much you love it, faggot” Tank commanded.

Between grunts, I thanked him. “I love your cock, SIR. Please fuck my worthless faggot ass, SIR. My boycunt is all yours to use and abuse as you see fit, SIR.”

Tank continued to ram into me. As he fucked me, he smacked my ass back and forth. I felt fire in my ass and on both my ass cheeks. He fucked me for what seemed like an eternity but was really only a couple of minutes.

I felt his balls tighten and knew he was close. 

He pulled his dick out and flipped me over on my back like a sack of potatoes. I heard his grunt and felt his boiling hot cum shoot out all over my face and chest. He shot blast after blast after blast all over my heaving body. 

I could tell Tank was done shooting, and I was about to beg to clean his cock off. But my senses came to me and I just lay there with my mouth shut.

I could hear Tank getting dressed and knew he must have stuffed his come-soaked dick back into his jockstrap. 

“Make sure you’re online tomorrow night at 10:00 sharp. Disobey me, and there’ll be hell to pay, faggot.”

“Yes, SIR!” was my only reply.

I heard Tank snort again and I suddenly felt another wad of spit hit the center of my chest. His spit was now mixing with the load of cum he’d already shot all over me.

“My dry cum and spit better still be all over your chest tomorrow night or you’ll pay with your ass. Do you understand me, boy?

“Yes, SIR” I answered.

“Don’t wash or touch your dick or ass either. Got that?”

Again, I answered, “Yes, SIR.”

“Don’t forget, 10:00 sharp tomorrow night. I know where you live, so don’t even think about fucking with me. That fuck you got tonight ain’t nothing compared to the fuck you’ll get from the gang of bastards I’ll send over here if you disobey. They ain’t nearly as gentle as I am.”

The next thing I heard was my front door closing.

I lay there breathless. My hole was swollen and sore, but I didn’t care. My cock was painfully sore and begging for release, but I didn’t dare touch it. I ran my finger through the mixture of cum and spit Tank left on my chest. The taste was sweet as honey.

I sat up on the bed and removed the blindfold. I couldn’t believe it had never even crossed my mind to at least take a peek at Tank. I still had no idea what he looked like.

It occurred to me that I really didn’t need or want to know what he looked like. As long as he kept using me as his faggot boycunt, I was satisfied. All I could think about was how to best please my jock stud. 

As I turned in for the night—without touching or washing my cock or ass and with my new jock master’s cum and spit dried all over my chest, I knew that I was now, and would forever remain, Tank’s bitch.