HIM:
I'm sitting here typing because he told me to. Don't ask me why. Something in me is compelled but I guess my hard-on is a good indication of who is in charge now.
I never met anyone like him before. We had an instant connection and we fire up each other's imaginations. Not to mention that he fires up dick so good that all I want to do is make it continue with him.
Originally, I just wanted to comment on his new story, but then he responded and we started talking about our work and experiences. After a few email volleys, things got a little too real…too heated up. He wormed his way into my head—I don’t know how. Now, when he's trash talking my ass, my mind explodes. I'm completely enthralled by him doing it to me. He's arrogantly confident, yet that only makes his allure even more addictive. I fear that someday he will bottom me totally.
Today I was so hard and hungry for him I was actually begging him to trash talk me to orgasm. I was surprised when he brought up cashing on me, while also surprised when my cock spasmed in my hand. I visualized him smiling…or maybe sneering.
you know, maybe one day, I will cash fag you
just so you can have that feeling
I know it’s not your thing, but maybe
for me
just once
I swear even though I had an orgasm reading that, so innocently said by him yet dangerously seductive too, I was ready to spunk again.
In our sessions, he talked about my submission with such an allure. Yet, the dominant side of me just can't cop to it. Still, I am writing because he told me to in that session and his sexy alpha effect always lingers in my brain for a while. I’m imagining him laughing and smiling when he gets this; knowing that he's mind screwed me again.
Tonight I let him trash talk me. No wait, I begged him. I never let anybody else do that but with him, it's so mind-blowing erotic.
com'on faggot
good faggot
and
shoot for daddy
And, I was hard for more...begged for more.
One day will he fully take my ass? He's already almost taken my brain. Is he going to turn me out into a total beta who has no desire other than to please him? Will he temptingly ease me into something more by cooing;
I know it’s not your thing, but maybe
for me
just once
Then, reduce me to a cash pig. I don't know. All I know is while I'm typing with my right hand, my left hand is gripping my boner.
And I'm writing simply because he asked....
ME:
Fucker. I'm so in his head and he knows it. My former top dog, now just a tool I use. Twisting his mind like I'm twisting his nips. He just gets so hot for me and it's not like I don't know why. Piece of grade A Alpha is hard to refuse for a guy like him. He's talented, I'll give him that. His stories always go right to my junk, so It's not like I don't respect him. It's just too hot a high to not do. So do him I must.
I logged on today to check mail and he was "write" there chatting me up. I had to chuckle. I wonder how long he'd been waiting. So I hit him back. He was horny...desperate horny, like the horny you see in a circuit boy on ecstasy. Gotta love a guy that is actually owned by his junk. He thinks it's me, and it is, but his junk is my accomplice. Without it he'd be a zombie, with it he's a prisoner.
So I start to chat him up, get in his head and clang around a little. See what I can stir up and cuz it's me it takes no effort. He's hot faster than you would believe and begging for more. So I trash talk him a little...just gently at first, but then harder. He's my little beta, but I think one day I'll be able to take him lower. What’s the 3rd letter of the Greek alphabet? Gamma? Yeah, someday I'll make him my little gamma boy. Funny, at some point I just wanted to test him. See his reaction. I'd cash fagged guys before but that had been different. This one was more interesting, and I wanted to make sure he had a good ride. At one point I typed;
you know, maybe one day, I will cash fag you
just so you can have that feeling
I know it’s not your thing, but maybe
for me
just once
I swear you could actually feel his cock, balls, brain and mind all shudder at the suggestion. He thought of himself still as that top man inside, so the suggestion that he would fall even farther was too much. He may have actually shot then, but I just kept going. Trash talking him and drilling deeper and deeper. He was whimpering, I know it. His responses came so fast and short I knew he was about to lose it, so I fucking demanded he cum...and he did. Drained his cum, shot his cock, shorted his brain. I wonder how long after I let him go clean up he went back and spanked it again. God he's such a fucking monkey for me. He's just helpless when I talk to him. Will have to chat him up again after he does his homework. Yeah, I make him do that. Gotta pay the piper...somehow.
When I send this to him, I know what his reaction will be.
HIM:
Fuck.
I read what he sent and my head starts spinning.
There it is, that cool confidence in his sexuality and that I’ll totally fall into him. It’s like each time we connect, the heat gets even more intense. Each encounter feels like a descent and even if I wanted to stop connecting, I couldn’t. It’s not like I haven’t told myself to stay away. Promises made then, I see his email in my inbox. My dick throbs to read it and I want to feel him in my head.
He’s going to totally fuck me into submission and I’m helping him do it. I can’t stop myself. Each encounter another surrender to do something I never thought I’d do. Each time he eases me down lower.
I'd swear I'll resist as he types those words to guide me down…
I know it’s not your thing, but maybe
for me
just once
Fuck, it's just once....
THE END (?)