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You were even a little sad when the waiter brought the check. That surely meant the end of the night, unfortunately. He paid and you both got up to leave.

Once outside, you’re ready to part ways when he suggests to walk you home. You’re uneasy about showing a stranger where you live, but he convinces you to trust him.

He’s as perfect as he was on the date, so you’re glad you kept it going. However, you didn’t live very far from there, it was really a short walk and you arrived in almost no time.

He seems genuinely disappointed that the walk was ending so soon. He says he had such a great story he wanted to tell you but he didn’t have the time. He suggests taking things inside. You politely decline while saying you’ll gladly listen to his story on your next date, but he eventually convinces you to let him inside your home, just a couple of minutes, then he’ll leave.

As he suggested, you pour glasses and lead him to the couch. He is such a good storyteller, you’re captivated by every word he says. You don’t even realize the glasses are now empty as the story ends.

At that point, it was already the best day of your life. You met the prince charming and you hit it off so much! You’re about to close that perfect night when he surprises you with : “Man, that night was so great! I really feel attracted to you. Would it be too much to top it off by jerking off together?”

Of course it’s too much! But he convinces you by saying you wouldn’t need to touch each other, plus you were already pretty curious to see the body underneath his clothes. Uneasy, you make him promise that’s gonna be all after that.

You both get naked and lay back to each start grinding your own meat. His dick was already hard while yours was timidly remaining soft, shy to be seen by another man.

He was compassionate with you and still wanted you to have fun too. So, he suggested that he could try to jerk you off instead. You had already refused earlier, but his stare was really convincing…

His warm hand reached your soft dick. Instantly, it’s like a spark right to your brain that makes you hard in no time. He begins stroking it and you’re so glad you’re gay at the moment. It feels so good having a man holding your dick.

After a while, you’re laying back, eyes closed, just enjoying his expert care. You suddenly feel something wet and warm on your dick. You open your eyes to his beautiful face in your crotch, with your dick in his mouth. He looks up at you and he looks so hot while sucking you.

“Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself from tasting it, I can stop now if you want”

You don’t even hesitate before asking him to continue. You never felt so good than right now, with your dick being taken care of by his mouth.

You were basking in the moment so much that you jumped when he spoke again a couple of minutes later : “I see that you seem to enjoy my mouth a lot and I’d be happy to continue. But you should know I’m even better at using my mouth on an asshole. Are you curious to try?”

Of course you were curious. Since you knew you were gay, you put fingers in there but it didn’t feel right. You wanted to know what pleasure was down there, but not with a man you just met.

But… if he’s as good as he pretends, when will a perfect occasion like that come again? You start to regret your decision even before the words come out. You approve. It’s better be worth it!

He instructs you to turn around on your hands and knees. You never felt so vulnerable at this moment. Your ass is up and facing a man for the first time. You feel his hands on your cheeks spreading them apart, his beard starts tickling your butt and finally, his wet meaty tongue reaches your hole and licks it.

The feeling is strange at first, but he starts his work and it feels so great. He slurps your hole as it was a fresh fruit and it sends shivers to your entire body. It feels so good to have his tongue penetrating inside you, now you truly get how wonderful your gay life is gonna be.

You’re enjoying yourself so much that at first, you don’t realize he had stopped for a moment. You look over your shoulder and see him towering over you. He still holds your butt cheeks apart, then moves his hips forward. Something touches your asshole.

“Wait!”, you said. “What are you doing? My first time won’t be on the day I met you. You don’t even have a condom on!”

“Alright, alright… It’s ok, I get you, we will keep that for another time.” You sigh in relief that he listened to you, even in your vulnerable position. “But…”, he adds. “I feel like I did a really good job of sucking your dick and eating your ass… Don’t you think I deserve a little treat? Come on, let me feel you. All I ask for is to put the tip in and I’ll get out. It would be the best reward you could give me.”

Once again, he makes a great point. You really can’t say no to him. And it’s just the tip, there’s no risk with that and your ass will still be mostly virgin after that…

You accept and immediately feel him pushing his dick in. Your hole, full of saliva, lets him through without too much effort. His head was now inside you. He moaned how good it felt and stayed still waiting for you to adjust.

Then, with his dick poking inside your ass, you have a mind-opening realization: you didn’t want to go on that date. You didn’t want to take him home. You didn’t want to jerk off with him. You didn’t want to let him blow you. You didn’t want him to eat your ass. You didn’t want him to put his tip inside you.

But there you were. All along, he was the one deciding how things go. All along, he planned every move to get you where he wanted you. All along, you trusted him to not take things farther.

He broke your trust each time. You now see clearly in his game. He’s just a manipulative jerk who made you give him everything he wanted.

You were furious at him.

But then, as if he read your mind, his true nature began showing. With his tip already inside you, you hear a malicious chuckle before he pushes in deeper in your ass. You feel every inch of his dick sliding slowly inside you as you vainly ask him to stop. You feel your world crumbling around you while the burning sensation was getting deeper and deeper inside your guts.

He moans at the moment his pelvis reached your butt cheeks and pressed against them. He got you pinned down. You can’t help but feel like a fool to have given him your ass on a silver plate. He’s still a total stranger, but his bare dick was now resting fully inside your ass.

Meanwhile, you’re bent over with him over you, holding you down with his weight. You’re totally powerless, fully under his control. There’s nothing you can do, he’s got you pinned down, you’re completely at his mercy. From there, he’s free to do anything he wants until he liberates you from his hold.

And he knew it. Without asking permission, he starts to move. He fucks you slow at first, but quickly picks up the pace. His balls slap against your taint on every thrust which results in a loud clapping sound. That sound is however partially covered by the loud moans of the man fucking you. He sounds like a beast growling vindictively at his prey. You even surprise yourself by letting out some weak moans, out of pleasure.

The beast ramming you is getting closer to climax; you feel him getting faster and erratic. With some last angry thrusts, he presses his hips against your butt and howls as his dick is pulsating inside you.

You have just been unvirginated in a grandiose ceremony.

After taking some breaths, he slides his dick out and thanks you. He starts dressing up when you ask him if you’re gonna see him again. In a cool disinterested tone, he says : “Sure, why not? But no date or any of that dumb shit. I’ll come here, fuck your brains out and leave. Your hole was tight and good, that’s the only good thing about you.”

His eyes fluttered as his hands shifted. In halting movements, at first, as the signals from his brain became mixed. “Hard as a Rock,” he said to himself, reinforcing the trigger; which was how he’d been trained. To respond if he hears anyone say it and to say it several times, any time he hears it. He trails off as he loses the ability to articulate most words, his fingers increasing in dexterity as they find and open his pants, move his underwear aside and begin to jerk himself to erection. Once erect, he awaits his next instruction.

“Fill me up, daddy,” was the first wake up trigger I programmed into him. With it, I have a very smooth way of reigniting his conscious mind just before he orgasms. It’s just as slow as his descent, so he has a lot of time to recognize but not change what’s happening before he succumbs to the carnal urge to release what he’s been pumping up the whole time he’s been on stand by. I’ve woken him up inside both my ass and my throat, after a few weeks. The routine is all very dependable. Afterward, I’m vocal about my gratitude as well as some (only slightly) feigned praise about his stamina, so he knows each time, he’s been fucking my hole for a while.

Then comes the day I don’t trigger him, but instead ask him if he wants to pump a load in me again and I watch him have a debate with himself, over how much he thinks he doesn’t want to, but how much he knows he wants to release and how many times he’s already been confronted with the best part of doing it. He agrees and actually makes the lucid decision to stuff his own cock in my throat — grips my hair and everything. He says to me “I’ve done this so many times, but it’s like I never remember when it starts. Fucking you is a weird experience, but I love how much you’re taking it when I fill you up. Never thought I would.”