Staghomme Origins | THE MAFIA | Chapter 1
the mafia
Chapter 1
staghomme origins
Being a submissive bottom, I have my fair share of encounters with dominant men who need to be discreet while also knowing what they want and getting it. But there’s something different about being manhandled by the men I know hold significant positions of power. There’s a thrill in knowing that whatever transpires between the two of us will remain just between us.
Things begin to ...[Read more]
Being a submissive bottom, I have my fair share of encounters with dominant men who need to be discreet while also knowing what they want and getting it. But there’s something different about being manhandled by the men I know hold significant positions of power. There’s a thrill in knowing that whatever transpires between the two of us will remain just between us.
Things begin to take a bit of a turn when I meet Manuel. When he says he wants to take control, he means more than just in the bedroom and before I realize it I’m making him my first priority. It’s not even that I’m afraid of what he might do if I’m not obedient, but instead I’m more afraid of disappointing him as his bottom.
The camera begins to roll and I’m totally comfortable being filmed, but it’s when Manuel joins me in front of the camera that surprises me. We’re putting on a show so they can share this video with whomever the mob is in cahoots with this month. A show and tell of sorts.
He grabs the back of my head and kisses me aggressively—Manuel’s tongue invading my mouth before I can even feel his lips on mine. I massage his growing cock through the tough fabric of his pants. Manuel’s fingers slide down my waistband and plunge into my smooth crack, getting me excited.
He directs me onto his nipples, where I quickly suck them into my mouth in a desperate attempt to keep his cock raging-hard. And it works, I can feel his growing throbber through the fabric.
He finally pulls it out. Glorious!
His cock is thick with an uncut hood that proudly slides back and forth against the tip. I am on all fours with my mouth at the ready, waiting patiently for him to thrust forward and force feed me his big dick, smiling while I gag on his shaft.
Manuel then bends me over to start fucking me, spreading me open with that thick tool. He uses his finger to catch precum oozing off of the tip of his dick, smearing it across my face and watching me lap it up. He even dives his face into my used hole to taste the precum himself before grabbing his massive hard-on and sinking it back into me.
I started to get hard from the pounding and the mafia member grabbed my dick and started rubbing it, too. So it wasn’t all about getting himself off, but rather Manuel thrived on knowing he was the one responsible for giving his partner the ultimate pleasure.
It’s a tug-of-war between dominant and submissive, asserting his power over a bottom that willingly allows himself to be taken. A mutual exchange occurs that has me curious for more. He keeps promising that his powerful connections will only encourage me. Surely he’s not the only one who wants to keep me as their dirty little secret…
