The older man stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. His presence was commanding, his voice deep and laced with authority as he beckoned with a single, imperious finger. “Come in,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. Heart pounding, you stepped across the threshold, the air thick with anticipation. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you in a world where his rules were absolute.

He turned and led you into the dimly lit lounge room, the walls adorned with shadows that seemed to watch your every move. The room was sparse yet opulent, with a leather couch and a low coffee table, the only light coming from a single lamp in the corner. Its warm glow cast long, dramatic shadows across the floor. “Undress,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. There was no room for hesitation. You obeyed, your fingers trembling as you unbuttoned your shirt, letting it slide off your shoulders and pool at your feet. Your pants followed, then your underwear, until you stood naked, your bare skin exposed to his gaze.

“On your knees,” he growled, his eyes narrowing as he took in your vulnerability. You dropped to the floor, your breath quickening as you knelt before him. He stepped closer, his crotch hovering at face level, the bulge in his pants pressing against your cheek. The fabric was tight, hinting at the size of what lay beneath. “Unzip me,” he demanded, his voice sharp. Your fingers fumbled with the zipper, your heart racing as you pulled it down, revealing the outline of his monstrous uncut cock.

With a deep breath, you reached out and freed it from its confines. It sprang free, easily over nine inches long, thick and heavy, the foreskin partially covering the glistening head. “Lick it,” he snapped, his voice dripping with dominance. You leaned forward, your lips parting as you wrapped them around the base of his shaft. Your tongue traced the sensitive underside, your mouth working feverishly as it began to harden under your touch.

“Pull back the foreskin,” he barked, his hand tangling in your hair. You obeyed, your fingers trembling as you exposed the glistening purple head, slick with pre-cum. “Don’t look at it—suck it, you dirty boy,” he roared, his grip tightening in your hair. You closed your eyes, focusing on the task at hand, your mouth moving rhythmically as he thrust into your throat. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and musky, and you moaned softly around his cock, your hands gripping his thighs for stability.

Minutes passed, each one stretching into an eternity as you sucked him relentlessly, your jaw aching, your lungs burning for air. Finally, he pulled away, his breath ragged as he grabbed your hair and yanked you to your feet. “Follow me,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. You stumbled after him, your knees weak, your body still buzzing from the intensity of the moment.

He led you to the bedroom, his hand smacking your ass with each step, the stinging blows fuelling your arousal. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of a bedside lamp, the air heavy with the scent of leather and cologne. “On your hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. You obeyed, your chest heaving as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed, your ass raised invitingly.

He stepped behind you, his presence looming as he reached for something on the nightstand. You felt the cold tip of a dildo press against your hole, and before you could react, he slammed it inside, the sudden invasion making you gasp. Your moans were muffled by his cock still in your mouth, your lungs burning as you struggled to breathe. He thrust the dildo in and out, the rhythm relentless, your body trembling with each stroke.

Without warning, he yanked the dildo out, leaving you empty for only a moment before you felt the blunt head of his throbbing cock press against your hole. “Ready for the real thing?” he growled, his voice laced with satisfaction. You nodded, unable to speak, and he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your eyes widened, your body arching as he began to pound your ass, his grip brutal as he twisted your nipples, pinching and pulling until you cried out.

“I’m ready to cum—roll over,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort. You flipped onto your back, his cock still buried in your ass as he pulled out, his hot cum splattering across your chest. It was thick and sticky, the warmth spreading across your skin as he smeared it over your nipples, his fingers rough against your sensitive flesh.

“Lick them clean,” he commanded, shoving his sticky fingers into your mouth. You obeyed, your tongue lapping at his skin, the taste of his cum bitter yet arousing. He shoved his cum-covered cock back into your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair. “Clean it, you dirty slut,” he snarled, his voice dripping with dominance. You sucked and licked, your mouth working feverishly until he was spotless, his cock glistening under the dim light.

“Get dressed and leave,” he dismissed, his tone cold and final. You nodded, your body still trembling as you scrambled to pull on your clothes, your skin still tingling from his touch. As you reached for the doorknob, he added with a smirk, “Next time, I’ll have a friend. You’ll take both our cocks.” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought, your mind already racing with anticipation. You left the room, the door clicking shut behind you, the weight of his words lingering as you stepped back into the world, forever changed.