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Part 2
It was Saturday morning and my phone indicated I had a message.
It was 3 letters long, 3 capital letters, NOW.
The old man I had met at the hotel, sucked in the hotel sauna, had dinner with when he gave me his address and took my phone number.
I say took because he simply picked my mobile up, rang his with it, stored my details, sent a message to my phone and stored his details in it before simply placing it back on the table and continuing the conversation as if there had been no break.
He didn't tell me I would have to come running when he called because he knew I would and I knew I would.
Well, this was it. A text and I had come running.
Being pinned to the wall and kissed forcibly by a man over 70 was not what I had expected.
"Good to see you again boy," he said as he released my lips from his,"Today we are going to get better acquainted or rather you are going to get better acquainted with me."
"He leaned in for another kiss and his big tongue invaded me again. I swooned and started to respond passionately, my tongue dancing with his.
He ran his forefinger down my chest as he did so.
Finally, he retracted from our first kisses.
"Good boy," he remarked smiling, the delight evident on his face.
He grabbed the base of my t-shirt and proceeded to pull it over my head as I simply raised my arms to assist.
Next, he unbuttoned my trousers, unzipped me and pulled them to the floor with my boxers. I kicked my shoes off and disentangled my feet from my jeans.
"No need to be shy in this house boy, we both know why you are here, socks as well."
I took my socks off and stood as he ran his hands over my chest and stomach. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his chest, "You have a nice soft body boy," he sighed as he ran his hands across my back.
He released me, took my hand and led me to his living room which was expensively furnished and had a thick pile carpet.
Stopping, he turned round, placed his hands on my shoulders and applied light downward pressure.
I obediently sank to my knees.
"Worship my balls boy," he said as he coaxed my head towards his huge balls.
I licked and sucked each one in turn as he groaned in pleasure. He caressed my scalp and pulled me in closer.
After a while, he pushed my head back "Kneel over the coffee table."
I crawled on my hands and knees to his solid wooden coffee table, positioned my knees and lay down on his table top.
His hands started caressing my cheeks and then I felt his tongue. I let out a moan.
He kept this up for 10 minutes. before telling me "Let's move to the bed."
He led me to the bedroom and indicated for me to get on the bed. He followed, immediately grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders as he pulled me towards him.
I was trapped underneath him, vulnerable. He lent over me pulling my arse up and then said "When a man allows another man to stick his cock into him he ceases to become a man. You know that don't you boy?"
I just nodded.
"He loses his masculinity and becomes the property of the man who has fucked him. His Bitch, his Whore, his Faggot, his property, you understand?
I nodded my head again, "Yes."
"And do you want me to fuck you?"
He was leaning over me, his belly pressed on mine, my legs crushed back over his shoulders.I couldn't fight back, I didn't want to anyway, I knew my fate, I knew my role had been found.
"Yes Sir" I meekly replied.
"You want my big fat cock up your arse, you want me to own you and use you as I see fit, when I see fit?
"Yes Sir."
"Are you willing to obey me Princess?"
"Yes Sir."
"You like being called Princess don't you?"
"Yes Sir, I do."
"You see I know you better than you know yourself, I know what you need and that is to serve me sexually isn't it?"
"Yes Sir."
"I'm now going to take your masculinity away, tell me what you want me to do."
"I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck the man out of me, take my masculinity away and take me as your sex toy."
"OK Princess," and with that he positioned his hard cock at my entrance and started pushing. His big powerful key was about to unlock me.
He pushed gently but with a determination that it was going to fit and before long he started easing inside.
Inch after inch he slowly pushed more in as I lay there eyes shut, mouth agape.
I was surrendering, he was taking his conquest.
I was on my back, legs pointing to my head with a silver gorilla impaling me on a monster cock.
I felt his balls finally as I lay there feeling like I had been cut in two, he leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine.
"Now you are mine Princess, now I'm going to show you you are not a man anymore, we'll have none of that pretence with me."
His face showed pure delight as he started to waggle his cock, then eased out slowly to push back in slowly.
"Can you feel that, can you feel my cock taking the man away from you?"
"Yes Sir," I panted.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes Sir, fuck me," I panted again.
He looked at me raised himself up on arms, "Look at me Princess."
I looked into his eyes, he raised his cock out slowly until it was almost out and then slammed it in. I took a sharp intake of breath, threw my head back the tiny distance I could, eyes shut, mouth wide open.
"Look at me Faggot," he barket.
I locked my eyes on his again and we repeated the process. One deliberate powerful thrust each time with a delay while I readjusted each time until I was more used to it.
"Here we go Princess," and with that started pumping a little faster in and out the full length constantly. He increased his pace until he was fucking me like an animal fucking the life out of its prey.
Completely broken I took it all and enjoyed it.
I didn't know then what he had in store for me.
End of Part 2
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