Dom's Little Black Book: Night Prowler (Patreon)

Once upon a time, I had a really great fuck buddy named T. T was a bigger guy, and very furry, and over a real sweet guy. But behind closed doors? He was just a big ol’ nasty cumslut. And one who liked it rough, too. He and I would have a lot of fun with me roughly pounding him over whatever I had decided to bend him over.

Sadly, T had moved away a few years prior, and I was left with only memories and the occasional ass pic to remember him by. But one day, I lucked out. T was driving back into town for the weekend because of a wedding. Naturally, spending the weekend away from home meant a hotel room, and a hotel room means seeking out a safe and reliable source of dick for the weekend.

Wait, is that not normal?

I was eager to relieve some of the tension we had been building over text. Our schedules, however, did not share the same eagerness. Between his wedding events and my own obligations, we were unable to find any time to get together before he left. Sad but understanding, I prepared to end the weekend with my dick left unsatisfied, when late Sunday night, I get a text from T. The wedding had just let out, and he was headed back to his hotel. He was staying an extra night, not wanting to drive back this late at night, and wanted to know if I would still be up for some fun.

Fuck yeah I was.

He sent me his motel address and room number, and we figured out when I should head over. We also talked about some of the particulars of what our evening might entail. Specifically, a fantasy of his that we had discussed several times before, but never were able to enact – a rape fantasy. I know that may not be everyone’s cup-o-tea, so I understand if you quit reading here. All consensual, and very much wanted, he let me know he would leave the door unlocked, and headed to bed.

I take my time on the drive, pulling into the motel a little after midnight. I want this to be as real as possible, which means making sure T has really fallen asleep since we last spoke. I stroll leisurely up to the room, approaching the door quietly, seeing it slightly ajar.

I very carefully open the door and close it behind me, making sure to keep the lock from clicking. The room is dark, lit only by a light coming from the bathroom. I see T’s form on the bed facing away from me, the sheets rising and falling with his breath. I stand still for a moment, waiting for any indication that my entrance might have disturbed him. Once I’m satisfied, I take in the rest of the room.

It’s a small room with a single bed, but that’s all we need it for. There’s a couch next to the door, and I quietly take a seat. I pull the bottle of lube from my pocket and begin to slowly and carefully strip my clothing, placing it on the couch in a pile. Sitting for a moment, I work my cock until it’s hard as I watch T sleep. Once I’m erect, I slick myself up and creep over to the side of the bed, still stroking as I come up with a plan of attack.

I leap onto the bed and cover his body with mine. Expectedly, he immediately starts to fight back and tries to buck me off. I wrap an arm around his neck, slightly cutting off his air while I grab one of his free hands to pin him.

“Shut the fuck up bitch, I wanna fuck and you’re the lucky slut who gets to take it,” I growl in his ear, grinding my hard cock against his ass to make my point.

“No…stoAAAHHH,” he protests as I sink my cock into his hole.

Biting at his ear, I listen to his whines and whimpers as I force the rest of my dick inside of him. He struggles in vain against me, really putting up a fight. I can appreciate the realism. I hold him down as I fuck him hard and fast, not wanting to give him even a moment to recover. I shove his face into a pillow to muffle his protests as I take my pleasure from his ass.

He is nice and tight, just like I remembered. And holy fuck is this whole scene hotter than I had anticipated. We had discussed this entire scenario before multiple times – and quite thoroughly at that. It always devolved into dirty talk of what exactly I was going to do to him. But in practice, I was always a little hesitant – this isn’t a kink for the faint of heart. So far though, this has been one of the hottest experiences of my life.

I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me…

The intensity of the situation starts to get to me. I still have my arm around his neck, relentlessly thrusting down into him with all my weight. I can hear his whimpers and moans muffled by the pillow, his weak attempts at protest or to fight me off. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, right now. With a loud groan, I explode, slamming my cock home and breeding him deep. I keep pounding into him with each shot of cum, until I collapse in a heap atop him.

As I catch my breath, I can hear T below me doing the same.

“How you doing down there, boy?” I ask, checking in.

“That was fucking awesome sir,” is his response.

I chuckle. “I’m just glad we finally managed to make it happen.”

“Me too, sir.”

We lay there a while longer, chatting lazily while we catch up. It’s not long, though, before I start getting hard again...and I know T will absolutely be down for round 2…

“I’m getting hard again boy,” I inform him with a grind of my hips.

“Good thing you’re still here then sir, huh?” he teases back.

I give him a smack on the ass and move from lying on top of him. I look around the bed for only a second before grabbing him, forcing him to his knees, and turning him to face the wall. The one that has a full length mirror. I grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, making him watch the exact moment I breach his ass once more.

I enjoy seeing his mouth drop open and his eyes bulge out as his already sore hole is filled to capacity once more. I waste no time in fucking him earnestly. Leaving one hand in his hair, I use the other to smack his ass as I thrust into him. I’m in no rush, knowing my second nut is probably going to take some time to build up.

I keep his eyes trained on the mirror, making sure he watches every moment of himself getting dominated. I climb onto the mattress to fuck him at a higher angle, nailing his prostate and causing him to make noises loud enough to wake the neighbors. Glad I’m not the one staying overnight.

By the time I near my second orgasm, the both of us are totally drenched in sweat. The bed is squeaking in time with my thrusts, and any pretense of this being rape has long since flown out the window. I lock eyes with T, one hand tightly gripping his hair and the other on his hip, as I slam home and filled him with load #2. I keep thrusting until I’m drained, pulling out with a wet-sounding pop.

“Good boy. We definitely have to do this again next time you’re in town,” I say smiling down at T and spanking his ass for good measure.

“Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to need you to fuck me like that far more often.”

I chuckle. “Deal.”