Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

“What? Hey...” he yelled, but I slapped him before he was able to finish his sentence.

  “Shut the fuck up!” I shouted in his face. “Just shut up okay? Just keep your damn mouth shut! I've heard enough from you. We're going to do things my way now, whether you like it or not, jerk!”

  I took what was left on his shirt and tossed them aside as I grabbed the front of his shorts and yanked them down. Mike stopped resisting me then, he slipped out of them obediently. I was then too busy to care about his shoes, so I let him keep those on.

  Though his jock strap was a different story. No way! One yank of my hand would all it takes. And that gave me an idea.

  I quickly picked up my own discarded jock off from the floor and brought it up to Mike's face.

  “Sniff at it, Mike,” I said. “Smell what you have done to me, smell what you've been doing for months. Smell it bastard!” He inhaled deeply, he sucked in the scent from my jock strap due to my exertion.

  Seeing him do that made my body hotter. I still wanted more, so I suddenly stuffed my jock strap in his mouth.

  “Okay, you better keep that in there, dude!” I yelled at him in a warning voice. “You know, I've heard enough from you today, that'll keep you shut up for sure.”

  We were both naked now and I could not help but pause for a while to admire the amazing body of the man I was torturing. He looked more flawless with his clothes off – his wonderful muscles, his gorgeous hairless skin, his hard dick – He looked like someone being sacrificed from the horror movies as he lay on my feet. He was there to be taken by a monster... oh no...to be taken by me!

  And, the time had come. The time was now.

  I reached down and grabbed him under the arms as I yanked him up to his feet. Then I shoved him over to the bench press that he'd been working on me before.

  Then, I pushed him stomach-down on the bench, so his fabulous butt was facing me, his asshole seemed to be talking to me like they were alive, I felt so hot. The excitement in my blood was at a fever pitch now.

  It was time to do what I'd wanted, desired and dreamt since Mike had first started training with me and making me an object of his abuse.

  “Ah, finally, I've waited a long time for this, Mike,” I said. “Now, at last, you're gonna be my sex slave!”

  I suddenly fell on top of him and pinned him to the bench with my weight. Guiding my stiff dick, I found the magic spot between his ass cheeks and slid my weapon inside him. He suddenly screamed in pain as the jockstrap was almost spat from his mouth and it only partially prevented the sound.

  “Oh, go ahead, shout my sex slave!” I said. “Remember that no one's gonna hear you!”

  Mike struggled, but I wrapped my arms around him and held him close like he was my lover. Though I didn't love him. I hated him.

  Didn't I? Or do I? Did it matter? Nah.

  I anchored my feet on the floor as I began fucking him slowly, inserting my dick in and out of him with a force and a vengeance. It was wonderful and terrifying at the same time. Part of me was dismayed and shocked what I was capable of doing. But Mike had pushed me further than anyone deserved to be pushed. He had to be punished for what he did. The rest of me was ecstatic and delighted at my cruel actions, the pure sexual desire with which I was taking this man, whether he wanted to be taken or not.

  Fucking Mike was an incredible experience. My imaginations and thoughts about it were nothing compared to the real thing. And the fact that he was squirming and groaning beneath me made it all the more enjoyable. Plus, the fact that I was barebacking him on the same bench that he'd used to torture me so many times was really mind-blowing!

  “Come one, jerk.” I snarled at Mike. “Can you not do better than that? I know you can, this is what you live for. Throwing your feet up in the air like some little slut! Well, you are my whore tonight and I'm not letting you away until I'm done with you.”

  Something was changing. Something about what was happening was transforming, shifting into something else. What was happening?

  When I realized what it was, I couldn't believe it, yeah, but it's true.

  Mike was loving every second of this! His groans and moans had changed from mixed excitement and fear to total submission and lust! He was enjoying this just as much as I was. Son of a bitch.

  Leave it to Mike to change getting attacked into the greatest sex of his life. But I didn't care, because my cock was getting the best ride it had ever had. His whole body was so hot I felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. It was time to finish this.

  “Okay, come on fucker,” I said as I battered his hole. “Oh, give me all you've got, give me everything, give it up to me, I know you can, you stupid cock-sucking son of a bitch!”

  Mike's head suddenly arched back as I felt his body heaved. As it did, I saw him slip his hand under himself. He must have taken hold of his own cock because his whole body started shivering and trembling. I knew he was jerking himself off, but I didn't mind it.

  I was too far gone.

  “So from now on, you're my sex slave Mike, okay? Did you get it? Huh?” I yelled louder. He nodded his head quickly to show me that he got what I meant.

  “Good Mike, I'm not taking any more bullshit from you. What I am going to take from now, is you! Whenever and wherever I want, am I making myself clear?” Mike nodded again, frantically. Both of us were seconds away from ejaculating. “From now on, I only do three sets, not four, three and that's it. Never four sets. You're never going to say 'one more set!' to me, you got it?”

  “Yeah, Renz, I got it!” he yelled back, the jockstrap was muffling his words.

  “You're not gonna treat me like a piece of shit again! I want you to treat me with courtesy and respect like how you treat everyone, especially your client, whether it's for free or not. You bastard punk! Is that clear?”

  “Okay, okay, Renz!” he yelled again.

  “Fine, now you're gonna take my cum and be thankful for it!”

  The pleasure and desire overflowed inside me as I grabbed Mike's hips with both of my hands and my dick spurted into him. Creamy milk shot out of me with the force of a gun, the stream of cum super-heating like volcanic lava. I groaned with passion and primal release. As I did, I felt Mike's body quiver beneath me, and I knew he was ejaculating too, splashing his juice out onto the bench.

  I injected my semen into him as I was holding him tightly in place so he couldn't escape, even if he'd wanted to. Only when we had both drained our balls and were whimpering, trying to catch our breaths, did I let go of him.

  Mike slid off the bench and fell onto the floor like he was very exhausted, very similar to what I had felt like before. I leaned over him and took my jock strap out of his mouth before I put my clothes back on.

  He just lay there the whole tie I did this, he was breathing heavily and not moving. When I got myself together, I went and picked up one of the brooms that were leaning against the wall. I tossed it at Mike, and it made some noise to the floor next to him.

  “You better clean that mess up, you weakling,” I said as I pointed at the cluster of sperm on the bench. “You don't wanna be in trouble with the management.”

  Thinking that I'd had enough of a workout for the night, I walked to the gym's exit. In the open doorway, I glanced back over my shoulder at the man I had just fucked.

  “Same time again, tomorrow. See yah.” I said.

  “Yes, sir!” Mike said weakly.

  Now that was great to hear!

  I then walked out into the darkness of the night and let the door slam behind me. I left Mike lying on the gym floor, alone, with his thoughts.

  --THE END—

  A Newbie in the Gay Club

  Melvin had always wondered what it would be like to be free. Free, as in freedom to express his feelings, to express his real identity and freedom to feel his own desires and lust. He had been a closeted gay ever since he figured out that he was, indeed, not straight. He had a crush on both of his classmates, Chester, and Adam, and every time
they were all in the locker room for the P.E class, Melvin would snatch a glance to his classmates' bulges. Despite his freedom of looking, still, he could not let his own bulge appear, as it would mean he's turned on by seeing a lot of naked men.

  One night, he gathered all his courage and decided to go into the nearby gay bar. He thought that it's the right time to let his dreams come true. Inside the bar, he silently surveyed and observed, he even met some few cute guys, though they seemed not interested in him. But in the end, he would meet someone he was familiar with and the encounter would shock him.

  Well, indeed, dreams do come true as long as you have the courage to run after them.

  ****

  Melvin suddenly pulled the huge door to open it as he heard the loud music playing. As he stepped inside, his ears rang and then he saw a bulky bald man standing off to one side. The muscular guy looked serious and mean and his built was like an angry wrestler. His arms were crossed and he was wearing a tight black shirt that seemed too small for his big frame. Then, he noticed the man was looking at him, he felt the fear inside as he slowly walked and moved in, finally, he saw the man heading towards him.

  He suddenly heard the man's cold voice as he was about to walk a step or two. The man said, “your ID!” It instantly stopped him dead in his tracks. The guy had a harsh tone, a scary voice perhaps.

  Melvin quickly fumbled with his wallet and then he took out his driver's license and handed it to the bulky bouncer. He saw the man glance at him. Then, he watched in confusion and fear as the man's cold eyes stared at him, handing him back the license.

  “You're in a gay bar. Are you aware of that, kid?”

  Melvin just nodded. So the door was opened for him, as two more guys walked in, and they were holding hands. Melvin gulped as the two guys just smiled at the burly bouncer, who, to his surprise, smiled at them and greeted them in a cheerful tone. The two guys grinned back and then glanced over at him. One of the guys smiled and as the two of them walked towards inside, where the loud and blaring music was coming from, he turned towards the bouncer and said, “ooh, fresh meat huh...” and laughed.

  Melvin gulped again because he knew exactly what the two guys meant. Perhaps, he was not used to venturing this far into the lifestyle he knew he would like, but had just been afraid to explore until now.

  Melvin had known for quite some time that he was queer and that he preferred guys over girls. He knew it before he turned 16, and right now, at a mature age of 20, he had not done anything to satisfy his hunger and desire. Well, sure, he had a strange girlfriend back in high school, but it was only out of necessity, not actually desire. He was good, and he kept his secret well hidden. No one ever thought he was gay, though, he wasn't a nerd or geek either. He really liked to play Chess, though he tried out for the football team instead, and it was all on purpose.

  He purposely did all of those, he wasn't bad at sports, but he never was first too. Thus, it kept him out of the limelight and it kept him safe from intrigues. Though, the locker room was undeniably a nightmare. He listened to jokes about faggots, to the hollers and hoots about someone, about something bad about being a gay and many other things, thus, he stayed in the shadows. But still, all those naked players created problems for him, though he managed to keep it hidden still. But just like anything in his life, he kept it to himself.

  Now, he decided he was about to change all of that, he was about to take his biggest risk so far, coming to the gay bar. As Melvin walked towards the source of the loud music, he could hear the voices over it and the buzz of conversations around. People around were all chatting and talking and he noticed that the bouncer's eyes kept watching him. It made him perspire a little as he wiped his hands on his pants. He was getting nervous as his nerves were ramped way up there and waiting to blow, or so it felt. His lips were dry and cracked, though, there was a feeling of excitement that he couldn't just explain.

  He immediately saw the crowd as he stepped into the main room. The bar was located on one side and it was full of all sorts of people. Most were drinking and sitting. He noticed that to his right, was nothing but tables having no chairs with them, but still, people were gathered around them and various alcohol bottles and glasses littered them all.

  Then, Melvin gasped for air as he gathered his courage and continued searching for a place where he could sit or even stand. He thought about going to the bar, though he knew it was too full of people, it looked even crowded at one point and he was nervous and could feel his sweat trickling down his body. He then wiped his perspiring forehead, his the back of his hand as he stared at all the men in his surroundings. The place seemed to have it all; from young guys of the same age as he to the old ones who looked like they had just come from a war.

  Some wore jeans with patches, some wore jeans that were clean and pressed and another wore jeans that were faded from too many washes. And for the rest, they wore shorts. For the top, many were in T-shirts, others wore dress shirts, with some buttoned to the neck and others showing more skin than he had ever shown. Everything seemed unreal as he found an empty spot off to one side and it was wedged into a corner.

  Melvin then looked around. He stared at the waiter moving through the crowd as they held up drinking trays and seemed to dance through the crowds, he stared at the people going by. He felt amazing as he stared at them. To the direction that he was looking at, most wore tight shirts and jean and they all looked to be his age or maybe a few years older, though none of them looked to be over 23 or 24.

  As he leaned back against the wall, he started to survey the guys. Melvin felt like he could hold one of those guys that he saw. Though, he never considered himself a looker, not like Chester and Alden were. The look, the talent, the bodies too. They were both good football players, plus, they were not stupid either. Every girl in the school wanted them and they scored well in class. Melvin was sure though that some guys wanted them too, by the way, some would stare at Chester and Alden. He never pursued it, even though it made him feel a kinship to them. Perhaps it was too risky, though never glanced at him that way, and that was okay, he never wanted such kind of attention in the first place.

  As he looked around, though, he never expected something extravagant. He would like someone like Chester or Alden to be around and attracted to him though he was a realist. Melvin had a nice body, he was not muscular, but he was not skinny either. His arms were beefy and not flabby and his legs were long and his face, to match his height and weight, was lean too. He had a clean-cut hair that was golden brown or some sort of blond that hung just below his ears. He had nice brown eyes too that looked like chocolates though no one commented on them. Okay fine, Diana did, but she was just after sex and would say anything to get fucked, and Melvin didn't like her, he didn't like women in the first place.

  “What are you up to?”

  Suddenly, someone asked him and the question seemed to have come out of thin air. He immediately got scared as he slowly turned to look into the face of a young man. He had nice deep blue eyes that seemed to constantly shifting around. The young man was cute, though, and he seemed like he was already looking past him.

  “Um… tequila? Whatever is available I guess.” Melvin replied, with the cheerful tone as he added the last bit. Melvin thought his answer made him seem knowledgeable though he knew he wasn't. His answer was what he had heard in the locker room, when Chester talked about his latest bar hopping experience, as Melvin recalled it.

  The waiter just nodded and had moved past him towards a group of people ahead of him. Melvin watched as he moved, he noticed how his butt was rounded and would shake and how tight his pants were. But, he also noticed how many of the eyes would turn to stare at those firm ass cheeks. Then, he realized how much he wished he wasn't such a weakling and how turned on he was getting from looking at the firm butt of the waiter as he moved around.

  But, he lost sight of him many times because following him through the crowd was not easy. Luckily, though, he also found others that dr
ew his attention. By the movements and shifting of his dick inside his own tight jeans, he could feel his attraction towards the guys. It was odd to stand there and feeling horny and not have to worry about anyone seeing his bulge.

  Then, he started to relax a little and observe more, more closely. Melvin suddenly was like a kid who entered a candy store, he saw many “options” that made him excited and got him thinking about other things too, except being careful. He surveyed around, his eyes were all over, and a few times, he saw a tall blond moving through the crowd. The way the tall guy seemed comfortable and moved from one table to another as if he knew all those people sitting on them. He looked familiar, though, in some sort of way. His hair was quite longish but had some cut part of it. Okay, layered as some would call it. The hairstyle seemed to perfectly fit the guy's head. Melvin tried to watch as he moved around and he noticed the way his upper body was etched in black by the tight and fitted shirt he was wearing.

  Melvin wished that the tall guy would turn around, then, what he had seen really made him hornier. Melvin had never felt that aroused before, well, maybe once or twice, but that was when he would think of Chester. The tall guy had the hair like Chester's, maybe that's why Melvin kept on looking at him in the crowd. Chester was Melvin's dream guy. He had it all, at least for Melvin, the looks, the voice, the body, the face. It was all enough to make Melvin horny and crazy, though at the locker room, as much as he wanted to stare, he didn't, as he simply didn't trust himself. Though, his tall guy, damn, Melvin could stare as much as he wanted and no one would surely mind and no one would call him queer of faggot

  He was already proud that he was able to enter the gay bar. Indeed, it had taken him quite some time to do so. He had walked around the block many times before he decided to pull the door open. Finally, now, he was glad that he did, as he stood there, enjoying the view of several men that paraded past him. He lost sight of the tall cute guy, though. Luckily, he found a good-looking guy who had black hair and just as cute and as hot as the tall one. He bit his lower lips as he watched the guy bend over and saw how his ass filled the jeans that looked so inviting. Then, he saw someone reach over and pat the ass, which made the guy squirm a bit. Damn, Melvin would love to have the same courage to do the same, or maybe, to have someone do it to him.