I am a healthy European man who enjoys using fit submissive males. Along the way I enjoy helping submissive males and the men they serve better understand each other. Re-posted images deleted upon request.
His whole life, mikeninety got everything he wanted. His family was well off, he was a jock, decent at school, and had a hot body. Everyone wanted to be like him, or at least be liked by him. All he had to do to get a girl was ask her, and they were practically mesmerized by him.
Then he met me. From the time we first met at the door of our first-year dorm room, I saw through him. It drove him crazy that I did not bend over backwards to do anything he asked me like everybody else in his life did. I became a challenge to him. He became obsessed with wining me over. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing worked. He wasn't about to give up, though. He was not a quitter.
"Dude," he asked me one night when we had been drinking alone in our room. "Why don't you like me?"
"I don't dislike you, I just have no use for you," I said.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"You do nothing for me, just like you do nothing for anyone else in your life. You expect them to do what you want without a thought about them," I told him frankly.
He was quiet for a while, thinking about what I said. "So what could I do for you?"
"You?" I asked, looking him over. "Not much."
"Please, tell me, I'll do anything," he said, his competitive instincts telling him he was about to make a breakthrough on his project to conquer me.
I thought about it. "I want you to admit you have a thing for me and beg me to fuck you. In front of your friends."
"Fuck you," he said, stumbling away from me. "I thought you were cool, but you're an asshole."
I wasn't concerned. He and I were not friends, and we were not going to be. The idea lodged in his brain, though, and gnawed away at him. I could see him approach me at times only to back away when he remembered what I said.
It was more than three weeks later when he broke. I was walking out of the cafeteria when he called me over to a table where he was siting with some of his jock friends. "So when are you going to make a move on me?" he asked. "I know you want my hot ass."
He was trying to embarrass me in front of his friends, but I wasn't going to let him. "The deal was, you had to beg me to fuck you, not tease me. I'm not fucking you until that happens." I stood up and started to walk away.
"Wait! Please!" He shouted, ignoring the stunned look on his friends' faces.
"Why? What do you want?"I asked calmly, returning to the table.
"I want you to fuck me," he almost whispered.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I want you to fuck me," he said loud enough that everyone at his table, and a few tables around heard.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him out of his chair. "Today's your lucky day, then." I dragged him out of the cafeteria, leaving his friends to take his tray back.
I used him hard and rough. making sure he got me off, but leaving him unsatisfied. "Next time you want it, you have to give me your ass for good," I said when I finished with him and headed to take a shower.
"You are an asshole," he said. He was angry then, but it was only a few days before he agreed to let me fuck him whenever I wanted.
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His whole life, mikeninety got everything he wanted. His family was well off, he was a jock, decent at school, and had a hot body. Everyone wanted to be like him, or at least be liked by him. All he had to do to get a girl was ask her, and they were practically mesmerized by him.
Then he met me. From the time we first met at the door of our first-year dorm room, I saw through him. It drove him crazy that I did not bend over backwards to do anything he asked me like everybody else in his life did. I became a challenge to him. He became obsessed with wining me over. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing worked. He wasn't about to give up, though. He was not a quitter.
"Dude," he asked me one night when we had been drinking alone in our room. "Why don't you like me?"
"I don't dislike you, I just have no use for you," I said.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"You do nothing for me, just like you do nothing for anyone else in your life. You expect them to do what you want without a thought about them," I told him frankly.
He was quiet for a while, thinking about what I said. "So what could I do for you?"
"You?" I asked, looking him over. "Not much."
"Please, tell me, I'll do anything," he said, his competitive instincts telling him he was about to make a breakthrough on his project to conquer me.
I thought about it. "I want you to admit you have a thing for me and beg me to fuck you. In front of your friends."
"Fuck you," he said, stumbling away from me. "I thought you were cool, but you're an asshole."
I wasn't concerned. He and I were not friends, and we were not going to be. The idea lodged in his brain, though, and gnawed away at him. I could see him approach me at times only to back away when he remembered what I said.
It was more than three weeks later when he broke. I was walking out of the cafeteria when he called me over to a table where he was siting with some of his jock friends. "So when are you going to make a move on me?" he asked. "I know you want my hot ass."
He was trying to embarrass me in front of his friends, but I wasn't going to let him. "The deal was, you had to beg me to fuck you, not tease me. I'm not fucking you until that happens." I stood up and started to walk away.
"Wait! Please!" He shouted, ignoring the stunned look on his friends' faces.
"Why? What do you want?"I asked calmly, returning to the table.
"I want you to fuck me," he almost whispered.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I want you to fuck me," he said loud enough that everyone at his table, and a few tables around heard.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him out of his chair. "Today's your lucky day, then." I dragged him out of the cafeteria, leaving his friends to take his tray back.
I used him hard and rough. making sure he got me off, but leaving him unsatisfied. "Next time you want it, you have to give me your ass for good," I said when I finished with him and headed to take a shower.
"You are an asshole," he said. He was angry then, but it was only a few days before he agreed to let me fuck him whenever I wanted.
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