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"I'll fuck you, but if I do, that's the end of our friendship," I warned sausagewithgirth over a year ago. "I don't think I could respect a dude who allowed me to emasculate him like that." He hadn't mentioned it since then, and neither had I. I was happy about that. He was a good friend, and I didn't want to lose him.
"What are you doing for Valentines Day?" He asked me. He knew I was not dating anyone, and I knew he wasn't, either.
"Not sure. Did you have anything in mind?" I asked.
"Not really. Why don't you come by after work and we'll figure something out," he offered.
It was not an unusual invitation., so I thought nothing of it. "Sure, I'll be by around six. I'll pick up a pizza and some beer."
"No need. I'll have everything ready," he said.
I arrived a little before six. He was wearing only a pair of running shorts when he answered the door. "You're early, but that's fine. I just finished getting ready."
"Ready for what?" I asked as I followed him into his bedroom. It was not unusual, That is where he had his huge flat screen television mounted on the wall.
"I'm cleaned out, lubed up, and ready to take your cock," he said nervously, handing me condoms from his pocket before pushing down his shorts.
I was glad he was facing away from me as he bent over his bed, spreading his cheeks to expose his hole. We had become good friends, and I was more than a little upset he was willing to trash our friendship just to get a cock in him. My sadness was quickly replaced with anger, though. I threw the condoms on the floor, tore off my clothes, and rammed my cock balls deep into him."
He screamed, and when he caught his breath he whined, "Slow down, that hurts."
I stopped for a second. "I hope it does," I whispered in his ear. "I hope it hurts a lot." I paused only for a second before renewing my assault on his ass.
After his ass had adjusted to my pounding, he started stoking himself. I knocked his hand away and changed position so he could not touch himself. Eventually, I could not hold out, and I pumped my load deep inside him.
"Where's the rubber?" He asked when he saw my bare cock pulled out of his ass.
"I will never use a condom when fucking you. I will never let you get yourself off. I will fuck you wherever, whenever, and however I like. The first time you say no to me is the last time you will see me. Understand?" I asked.
"I thought we could be friends with benefits," he said, dejectedly.
"I don't need another bitch I can fuck. I have plenty of them," I told him. "You thew away our friendship just to get my cock. Well, you got it, but it's not free. So what will it be? You can agree, or we say goodbye now."
"I don't want to say goodbye," he said.
"Then get on your knees, look me in the eye, and tell me you want to be my faggot," I demanded.
"Do I have to say that?" He asked as he dropped to his knees.
I didn't answer. I just slapped him hard across the face.
He didn't want to do it, but he looked up at me. "I am your faggot. I am your property. i am your slave."
I was still upset that I had lost a good friend that day, but being able to use him whenever I wanted helped ease the pain a bit.
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"I'll fuck you, but if I do, that's the end of our friendship," I warned sausagewithgirth over a year ago. "I don't think I could respect a dude who allowed me to emasculate him like that." He hadn't mentioned it since then, and neither had I. I was happy about that. He was a good friend, and I didn't want to lose him.
"What are you doing for Valentines Day?" He asked me. He knew I was not dating anyone, and I knew he wasn't, either.
"Not sure. Did you have anything in mind?" I asked.
"Not really. Why don't you come by after work and we'll figure something out," he offered.
It was not an unusual invitation., so I thought nothing of it. "Sure, I'll be by around six. I'll pick up a pizza and some beer."
"No need. I'll have everything ready," he said.
I arrived a little before six. He was wearing only a pair of running shorts when he answered the door. "You're early, but that's fine. I just finished getting ready."
"Ready for what?" I asked as I followed him into his bedroom. It was not unusual, That is where he had his huge flat screen television mounted on the wall.
"I'm cleaned out, lubed up, and ready to take your cock," he said nervously, handing me condoms from his pocket before pushing down his shorts.
I was glad he was facing away from me as he bent over his bed, spreading his cheeks to expose his hole. We had become good friends, and I was more than a little upset he was willing to trash our friendship just to get a cock in him. My sadness was quickly replaced with anger, though. I threw the condoms on the floor, tore off my clothes, and rammed my cock balls deep into him."
He screamed, and when he caught his breath he whined, "Slow down, that hurts."
I stopped for a second. "I hope it does," I whispered in his ear. "I hope it hurts a lot." I paused only for a second before renewing my assault on his ass.
After his ass had adjusted to my pounding, he started stoking himself. I knocked his hand away and changed position so he could not touch himself. Eventually, I could not hold out, and I pumped my load deep inside him.
"Where's the rubber?" He asked when he saw my bare cock pulled out of his ass.
"I will never use a condom when fucking you. I will never let you get yourself off. I will fuck you wherever, whenever, and however I like. The first time you say no to me is the last time you will see me. Understand?" I asked.
"I thought we could be friends with benefits," he said, dejectedly.
"I don't need another bitch I can fuck. I have plenty of them," I told him. "You thew away our friendship just to get my cock. Well, you got it, but it's not free. So what will it be? You can agree, or we say goodbye now."
"I don't want to say goodbye," he said.
"Then get on your knees, look me in the eye, and tell me you want to be my faggot," I demanded.
"Do I have to say that?" He asked as he dropped to his knees.
I didn't answer. I just slapped him hard across the face.
He didn't want to do it, but he looked up at me. "I am your faggot. I am your property. i am your slave."
I was still upset that I had lost a good friend that day, but being able to use him whenever I wanted helped ease the pain a bit.
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