The Macho Who Taught Me to Give Myself Completely

I finished sweaty and wrecked. The workout had been brutal, and I think I gave it everything just to manage the nerves tightening my stomach. At last I was going to do it, after so long turning it over in my head. In the locker room I stood in front of the mirror and recognized myself: the gray T-shirt with dark sweat stains, my hair tousled and soaked, my muscles still tight from the effort. I smiled, went to my locker, grabbed my things, and left without showering. It was one of the rules we had agreed on.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. First things first. Hi, I’m Bruno, nice to meet you. I’m twenty-two and I’m the captain of the neighborhood rugby team. I’m one meter eighty-seven, dark-skinned, with wavy brown hair shaved at the sides, honey-colored eyes. I’m fit from all the sport, and pretty hairy, which I love because it gives my body an extra touch of manliness. I hate shaving. Big hands and feet, legs honed from running with the ball, and a normal cock, about sixteen centimeters but thick. I have a tattoo on my right shoulder with a meaning I keep to myself.

With all that, you’d assume I’m one of those textbook straight macho guys. Far from it. Blessed stereotypes! I won’t deny that my sex life is a secret, because coming out in a world of toxic masculinity isn’t easy. But I’m gay, and I’ve known it for years. Fucking guys is my passion.

I’ve always been a top, but in life you have to try everything. The idea of being fucked drove me crazy, though I only imagined it with someone even manlier than me. No posh pretty boys or hairless twinks; those I was the one fucking. Only a real man could get into my ass. And that’s where this begins. That’s why I was so nervous: at last it was about to happen.

I met Darío on a dating app and we clicked right away. He was forty-two, but carefully groomed, imposing, a true macho. We talked for several days, I gave him my number, we got filthy on the phone, and today we’d finally managed to line up a time to meet. He was close to two meters tall and his cock brushed twenty centimeters. His hands and feet were even bigger than mine. If I was hairy, he was hairier. He wore his hair tied back in a small ponytail that drove me wild, and a thick beard. Beneath his chest hair peeped a tattoo that fascinated me: a bear paw print. His voice was deep and masculine; the first time I heard him on the phone I almost came instantly. He was a mountain rescue worker, and it showed in his physique. A dirty dominant, but tender too. We shared kinks and fantasies.

On the way to his place I sniffed my armpit and it reeked of sweat. I smiled. He’d told me he loved that, just like I did, and that’s why we arranged to meet without showering after training. So hot. When I got there, he opened the door leaning in the frame, wearing a tank top and shorts, smiling. He put me right on edge. I crossed the threshold and as soon as he closed the door he ate my mouth; not hurriedly, but lovingly. He offered me a drink and we sat down to talk.

We talked for quite a while about our lives, got to know each other a little better, and the conversation soon drifted to sex: tastes, ideas, fantasies. The air was thick with tension and with our macho smell. He kept edging closer, and his scent grew stronger.

—Now, kid, I want to dominate you. I want to make you mine, to make you my pup —he said, pressing his mouth to my ear.

—Fuck, man, you turn me on so much —I answered.

—I know, and you turn me on too. We won’t do anything you don’t want, but if you surrender without limits you’re going to enjoy it like never before.

—I’m not going to lie, it scares me a little.

—Then let’s do this. You do everything I say. If you don’t like something, bear with it, count five seconds, and if it still isn’t worth it, say the word “bush” and I stop on the spot. Sound good?

I’d read about domination, and I even played at dominating my hookups, but no one had ever dominated me. With a guy that huge, I was into the idea, no matter how nervous I was.

—Okay. Yes. Let’s do it.

With those words the best sexual experience of my life began. He smiled, grabbed my face, and pulled it to his armpit.

—Sniff, bitch. Just sniff, don’t lick. Breathe in my scent.

And that’s what I did. I soaked up the smell of a real man and my cock grew harder than I’d ever felt it get. I inhaled more and more, not wanting to miss a thing. He pulled away and kissed me, tracing my mouth with his tongue while we stripped each other naked. He laid me on the sofa and climbed on top, crushing me under his full weight, his hard cock pressed against mine. Heat rose, and sweat intensified the scent we both gave off.

He stood up and pulled me to my feet. This time he did order me to lick his armpit. Holy shit, what a taste, what a delicious man. I went back and forth while he grabbed my ass cheeks and spanked me lightly. He guided my mouth to his nipples, red and hard, and I went to town sucking them. His moans had me on fire. Then he shoved me downward until I was on my knees.

—Now you know: swallow like a good little cunt.

And I swallowed. I started slowly at the head, uncovering it properly. He let out a deep groan and pushed, gradually sliding his cock into my mouth. Although I’m usually a top, I love sucking, so I reveled in that huge shaft filling me up completely. Soon he gripped my head and pushed my limits. Tears sprang to my eyes and I held back the gag reflex, but I managed to take it all. I looked up at him from below and he started fucking my mouth at full force.

—There, fuck, what a mouth you’ve got, slut, yes, yes —he said between gasps.

I lost track of time. I don’t know if it was five minutes or half an hour. He pulled it out because, he said, he still had a lot in store for me.

—You still want me to use you however I want? You let yourself go?

My head was flooded with arousal, unable to think. I looked at him and nodded. “That’s my boy,” he said. He helped me stand and kissed me again, even wilder this time. Then he led me to a closed room and invited me in. I freaked out when he flipped the switch.

***

—This is my little dungeon. It’s nothing fancy, but I’ve got a few toys to keep us entertained.

—It’s perfect, fuck —I replied after kissing him.

A huge bed in the center, with a mesh headboard full of handcuffs. From the ceiling hung ropes with more handcuffs. LED lights, walls in reddish tones matching the sheets, and a cabinet that I later learned was full of dildos, plugs, and floggers. It was a fantasy come true, and I was going to break in my ass there.

—Do you trust me? —he asked, grabbing my ass.

—Of course —I answered confidently, nervous but sincere.

—Remember: if you don’t like something, count five seconds, and if you still want to stop, say “bush.” Although... —and a wicked smile spread across his face—. I’m going to gag you, so better snap your fingers if you want me to stop.

He didn’t let me answer. His mouth returned to mine and his tongue to exploring me. My arousal had reached an unimaginable point; I knew that with a single touch I’d come. He took me beneath the ropes, lifted my arms, and cuffed my wrists overhead. That made me even hornier. He pressed his face to my armpit and started inhaling and licking while moans escaped me on their own.

—You smell so good, fuck —and he kissed me.

Then he moved to my nipples. With his mouth he sucked and bit one while his hand pinched the other, then he switched. I moaned, begging for more, with his free hand groping me and spanking my hairy ass. Every part of my body was experiencing a pleasure I didn’t think possible. I’d come here to have my hole broken in, and I was discovering something much bigger.

—You like it, little slut? —he said, walking to the cabinet behind my back, where I could only hear him.

—I didn’t think I could enjoy this so much —I answered, puffing.

—Of course, kid, that’s what sex is about. I’m going to wreck your ass, just like we agreed, but first I like to play. And I can see you do too. Want to try something else?

—Of course.

—Then get ready.

He blindfolded me with a thick cloth. I couldn’t see a damn thing. Tied up and blind, I felt helpless, and that turned me on insanely.

—To enjoy sex, you have to stimulate every sense —he whispered—. You’ve already smelled and tasted me. Now I take away your sight and dim your hearing. And then comes touch. Get ready. Tell me when you’re about to come, because I don’t want you doing it yet.

—I don’t know if I can hold out for long.

SLAP. A loud spank on my ass that hurt, but the shiver was so intense that what escaped my mouth was not a cry but a moan.

—I said tell me. Understood?

—Yes, yes —I said, resigned.

Then he paused. I could only hear his breathing and his footsteps circling me. From time to time he’d touch me: grab my cock, pinch a nipple, slip his hand into my crack, lick my neck, whisper in my ear. And then he finally started jerking me off slowly. My precum came in gushes while he smeared it up and down. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I told him, and he stopped dead. He left me hanging, right on the edge, panting with pure pleasure. He took off the blindfold and kissed my mouth again, careful not to brush my cock. He knew as well as I did that if he touched me I’d come instantly.

—How’re you doing, kid?

—It’s hyper-intense, man. I’ve never enjoyed anything this much.

—That’s the idea. Keep going?

—Don’t you dare stop now.

***

He left the room without answering where he was going. I was still tied up, so hard it hurt. My imagination went wild. A little later he came back with one of the sneakers he’d trained in and a pair of socks.

—Sniff, little bitch, I trained just recently in these.

He shoved the sneaker under my nose. It stank. And it got me incredibly horny. I’ve always been very into smells during sex, but that afternoon everything reached another dimension. He stood behind me, keeping the shoe against my face, and pressed his hard cock against my hole without entering. I was calm: I knew it was part of the game. Then he tossed the sneaker aside and picked up the socks.

—I’ve been training all week in these, so they stink even more. Want them?

—Yes.

—Let’s do this. I gag you with them in your mouth, and since you won’t be able to speak, you clap twice if you want me to stop. Okay?

I thought about it. Not long, but I did think about it. It was one step further and I didn’t know if I was ready. But men think with their cocks, so I nodded. He rubbed the damp socks over my face —another brutal jolt— and stuffed them into my mouth. Then he went back to the cabinet for tape and sealed me up.

He took out a flogger. Without a word, he asked me with his eyes. I felt shivers, but I surrendered again and nodded. He whipped me hard, marking one side of my body red. I couldn’t shout, only groan muffled against the socks. Like that for a good while, across different spots, sometimes harder, sometimes softer. Without having planned it, I’d fallen into my first BDSM session, and I was enjoying it like crazy. Every caress, every brush, every blow, every pinch: my brain couldn’t keep up.

When he stopped, he yanked off the tape, pulled the socks from my mouth, and kissed me. “If you’re going to come, warn me,” he said, and before I could react he knelt and swallowed my whole cock in one go. I moaned like never before. I barely lasted a minute before warning him. He stopped, and once again left me right at the edge, trembling.

***

He untied my hands and laid me on the bed. We kissed, a wild yet tender make-out. My hands finally roamed over his cock, his balls, his ass, after so long tied up. He grabbed my hair, avoiding my cock so as not to let me finish.

—I came here to get my ass broken in and I’m getting so much more —I said, laughing.

—Don’t worry, my cock’s going to wreck it anyway.

He brought my head to his groin and made me suck him for a while; I coated his shaft well with saliva so it would glide better. Then I licked his balls amid his snorts. He pushed me away, laid me back, and lifted his leg to plant his huge foot on my face. I licked and sucked his toes, smelled one foot and then the other, completely surrendered.

He flipped me over and positioned me face down. I barely had time to settle when I felt his tongue on my asshole. I screamed with pleasure. It wasn’t the first time someone had eaten my ass, but that big man with his rough tongue back there drove me insane. I could feel his saliva wetting my hair and the smell of both our bodies in that heat.

He slipped in a finger, alternating it with his tongue. A second. A third. When he brushed my prostate, my screams broke loose. The pleasure was uncontrollable; I wasn’t coming, but I couldn’t stop. I needed his cock inside me and started begging.

—Please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!

—You want cock, slut?

—Fuck me, dammit!

—Beg for my cock —he ordered.

—Please, I need your cock inside me, I need you to slam me and break in my ass.

He didn’t think twice. He brought his cock to my hole and pushed it in slowly but without stopping. I felt the head forcing its way through, felt myself splitting, it hurt like hell and at the same time it was pleasurable. When he had it all the way in, I felt the sweat from his chest on my back. “All the way in,” he said, biting my ear. And he started pumping, gentle at first, then faster.

The pain began to fade, replaced by a growing pleasure. His animal grunts breathed down my neck with every thrust. He was a rutting beast, and so was I. He pulled out for a moment, turned me over, put my legs over his shoulders, and drove it in without mercy, ripping a huge moan from me.

He grabbed my cock with his hand and started jerking me off while he fucked me. The sensations were extreme, so endless I barely lasted a few minutes. Every pore was sweating, the smell of man filled my nose, shivers ran through my whole body. And a brutal orgasm shook me head to toe, spraying thick ropes of come that bathed me even up to the face.

I felt my ass clench, choking his cock. He moaned louder and thrust faster and faster. I was wrecked but floating on a cloud. At last he pressed our sweat- and semen-soaked bodies together and fucked me so hard I felt his cock swell and a heat flood me from inside. His hot seed filled me while he drowned his moans in one last kiss.

He pulled out, lay down beside me, and smiled at me, gasping. We didn’t talk for a while. I could feel his cum dripping from my hole and I felt completely filthy. It was the best feeling of my life. I glanced at the clock: almost three hours of a session that had changed everything. He asked me to stay and that night I slept with him, and he showed me new toys and more secrets.

***

But the story doesn’t end there. In fact, I’m telling it from the present, a year later, while my cock explodes in an orgasm inside the ass of a twink I was fucking, flooding his insides with my load. I pulled out and looked at him: blond, tousled, soaked, with the marks of my spankings on his skin, his hands tied to the headboard and his feet up against the ceiling. He smiled at me, satisfied from the fucking.

—You know something I’ve loved about you since the first photo? —he asked, utterly exposed.

—Tell me —I ordered with a smile.

—The bear paw print tattoo on your chest. Does it mean something?

—It’s a long story. It’s the mark of my master Darío, the one who taught me everything I did to you this afternoon and to whom I owe everything.

—Your master?

—Yes, my master. I dominated you, but he dominated me a long time ago. I got it tattooed as a sign of belonging.

—Fuck, that’s hot as hell. And how did you meet him?

—Well... “I finished sweaty and wrecked. The workout had been brutal, and I think I gave it everything just to manage the nerves...” —I began to narrate.