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.
Fucking the football team captain has some benefits, especially when said captain doesn't want anyone to know he is not the ladies man everyone thinks he is. When Frank, one of his teammates, started harassing my friends, calling them faggots and other slurs, I called in a favor. Well, I made a demand, actually, that the team captain do something about it. The next night, I came back to the dorm to find Frank on the floor in the hall outside my room. His shoes were off, and he was covered in duct tape. I dragged him into my room for a chat.
"I know why you spend all your time harassing gay men on campus," I told him.
"Yeah, well all you dirty fucking queers are going to hell," he spat back at me.
"I'd like to think that would mean we wouldn't have to spend an eternity with you, but we both know what that's not true," I answered calmly.
It was a complex sentence structure, and it he wasn't sure what, exactly, to spit back at me. That was fine. I wasn't done speaking to him.
"The truth is, you're jealous, angry, and weak. You wish you had the strength to be out and proud like them, but you don't. You're terrified that people will find out how much you dream about being fucked by a real man. Tonight your dream is going to come true," I explained as I pulled off my shorts, revealing my hard cock.
"What? I'm not a faggot like you," he shouted, but he was staring at my cock.
"I like men, but that doesn't make me a faggot," I explained to him. "I'm going to show you what a faggot is."
He wanted to argue, but when he opened his mouth, he found it filled with my cock. He was gagging and choking as I held his head down, forcing myself into his throat. When my cock was covered in his throat slime, I flipped him around and ripped his sweats open, exposing his ass. The jock strap he was wearing did nothing to protect him.
Frank screamed as I pounded into his hole, robbing him of his virginity. I pounded him out, until he stopped screaming and started moaning. I came deep inside him before making him suck my cock clean.
When I pulled him back up, there was a wet spot on his sweats where he came while I was drilling him. I let him contemplate that while I wrote eight names on a sheet of paper.
"These are the eight dudes I know you've been harassing. You need to go to each of them and apologize for your behaviour. You need to get their signature stating they accept your apology. Some of them may make you blow them or let them fuck you, so you'll be glad I've broken you. Some may want to suck you or have you fuck them. If that happens, you need to tell them you're a faggot and not allowed to use your dick without my permission. Bring this signed list back to me, behave yourself, and we'll be cool."
"There's no way I'm doing that. You can't make me do that," he protested.
"You're absolutely right, I can't," I reassured him. "But until you have that signed list, you will not have my cock back inside you. We're done here, now. You know what you have to do." I tucked the paper inside his shirt, then pulled out a knife and cut the duct tape between his legs. I stood him up and pushed him out of my room, closing the door behind him.
It was almost two weeks before I saw him again. He was kneeling outside my dorm room, offering me the signed paper.
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Fucking the football team captain has some benefits, especially when said captain doesn't want anyone to know he is not the ladies man everyone thinks he is. When Frank, one of his teammates, started harassing my friends, calling them faggots and other slurs, I called in a favor. Well, I made a demand, actually, that the team captain do something about it. The next night, I came back to the dorm to find Frank on the floor in the hall outside my room. His shoes were off, and he was covered in duct tape. I dragged him into my room for a chat.
"I know why you spend all your time harassing gay men on campus," I told him.
"Yeah, well all you dirty fucking queers are going to hell," he spat back at me.
"I'd like to think that would mean we wouldn't have to spend an eternity with you, but we both know what that's not true," I answered calmly.
It was a complex sentence structure, and it he wasn't sure what, exactly, to spit back at me. That was fine. I wasn't done speaking to him.
"The truth is, you're jealous, angry, and weak. You wish you had the strength to be out and proud like them, but you don't. You're terrified that people will find out how much you dream about being fucked by a real man. Tonight your dream is going to come true," I explained as I pulled off my shorts, revealing my hard cock.
"What? I'm not a faggot like you," he shouted, but he was staring at my cock.
"I like men, but that doesn't make me a faggot," I explained to him. "I'm going to show you what a faggot is."
He wanted to argue, but when he opened his mouth, he found it filled with my cock. He was gagging and choking as I held his head down, forcing myself into his throat. When my cock was covered in his throat slime, I flipped him around and ripped his sweats open, exposing his ass. The jock strap he was wearing did nothing to protect him.
Frank screamed as I pounded into his hole, robbing him of his virginity. I pounded him out, until he stopped screaming and started moaning. I came deep inside him before making him suck my cock clean.
When I pulled him back up, there was a wet spot on his sweats where he came while I was drilling him. I let him contemplate that while I wrote eight names on a sheet of paper.
"These are the eight dudes I know you've been harassing. You need to go to each of them and apologize for your behaviour. You need to get their signature stating they accept your apology. Some of them may make you blow them or let them fuck you, so you'll be glad I've broken you. Some may want to suck you or have you fuck them. If that happens, you need to tell them you're a faggot and not allowed to use your dick without my permission. Bring this signed list back to me, behave yourself, and we'll be cool."
"There's no way I'm doing that. You can't make me do that," he protested.
"You're absolutely right, I can't," I reassured him. "But until you have that signed list, you will not have my cock back inside you. We're done here, now. You know what you have to do." I tucked the paper inside his shirt, then pulled out a knife and cut the duct tape between his legs. I stood him up and pushed him out of my room, closing the door behind him.
It was almost two weeks before I saw him again. He was kneeling outside my dorm room, offering me the signed paper.
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