Here's the thing. I need to be used by men. Straight Alpha Men. The kind who take what they want and then toss you aside. The kind who are brutal to you, abuse you, use you, knowing all the time that you'll come crawling back because you crave their huge cocks so much. Key terms: Alpha. Abrasive. Asshole -- yet able to be tender in those moments when he really wants something from you, or wants to do something to you that you're hesitant about, Charm, charisma, love, tenderness are all tools you use to get what you want from me. If those don't work there's always brute force.

Not long ago I ran across a post and started a story. I think it's an interesting opening and thought I'd see who wanted to go along with it ....

It's rather long but it set the scene. I'll post it. I'm willing to see where it goes. Usual limits - nothing gross or dead or too much heavy bdsm/torture.

First and foremost this is about throat fucking. Deep, brtutal, gagging, spitting, messy throat fucking. The kind that leaves eyes watering, thick ropey strands of mess running down my face, down your cock. Doesn't mean other things can't happen though.

Limits: scat, snuff, heavy bondage & torture. Also not interested in being feminized. (If I'm fem in your imagination, that's cool ... just don't make it a part of the story.)

Acceptable rp things: monster cocks, cum, cumplay, force, non-con/dub-con, sucking, throat fucking, spit, saliva, gagging (and all that entails), fucking, light bondage, verbal abuse, humiliation, sharing, gangbangs (hang me in a sling in the middle of the room during a party for all your Alpha friends to abuse).

First off, I'm gay. Now that's out of the way.

Interestingly there aren't many abrasive, crude, vulgar, verbally abusive, domineering assholes who are gay, much to my disappointment. So I usually end up getting used and abused by cocky, arrogant straight guys. Alpha gods in need of a hole to stuff their cock into.

Straight Alpha men aren't big on chit chat. They usually get right to the point. So, here's the story, sir, if you feel the desire to engage in my humiliation at your hands and the degradation of my throat by your cock.

This is what I imagine it starts like:

You had a bitch who always came crawling back to you. Except this time. Three days, nothing. Finally, a text: fuck you, I found someone better.

You knew then if you ever saw her again you'd destroy her throat right there, no matter where it was. She wouldn't be able to speak for days after you got through with her throat.

That doesn't solve your problem right now though. Right now, you're horny as fuck. It was a long day at work. You were there late. It was already dark. You grabbed something at a drive-through. Your nuts were aching. Your cock was practically bursting the seams of your pants. You needed throat bad. Really bad. But where?

You remembered that adult arcade not far from where you were. They had some glory hole booths. There was a small theater where mostly guys hung out - either looking to get blown, or anxious to give some head and swallow a bunch of cum. It was usually tame. Sometimes a couple would show up, the man cucked, his wife on her knees sucking everyone but him. A few trans. It wasn’t your favorite way to have your cock taken care of but it was better than going home and beating off. Again. You’d already dropped two cumloads in the bathroom at work. It hadn’t helped much.

You pull into the parking lot. Quite a few cars. Maybe there might be something interesting. If not you could always leave.

You paid your money at the counter and got buzzed back into the arcade and theater area. Several lights on indicating the booths were occupied. You went into an empty one and there was a glory hole between your both and the next. You stood for a minute and waited for the gesture to stick your cock through the hole. What the fuck. Might as well. It was dark. You were horny. There was a mouth on the other side. You could pretend it was a chick.

Turned out it wasn’t all that good. Too much hand and way too much teeth. You pulled your dick back, tucked it away, left the booth, and went into the movie theater.

There were a few dim lights in the ceiling but most of the light came from the porn playing on the screen. Nothing exciting. Standard fuck and suck stuff and a bitch who was making the worst fake orgasm noises you’d ever heard. There were maybe 15 rows of seats, 10 seats to a row. An aisle ran down both sides. Over on the other side, in the back, there was an alcove that saw its fair share of action though it was often some old guy taking it up the ass for everyone. You made your way over to the alcove to check it out. You noticed a few guys sitting scattered around the theater. Two looked like there was someone kneeling in front of them sucking their cock.

You got to the alcove and it was crowded, about ten guys standing around, cocks out. The area smelled of sweaty men, sex, cum, and poppers. And, kneeling on the floor in the center of the circle was me. I was sucking each cock in turn. You were watching how hungry and eagerly I was feeding on those stranger’s cocks. You watched as I swallowed several loads and got several facials. You were too busy watching to step in to the circle for your turn. There was a steady stream of guys coming in and out of the alcove. Some were quick and quiet. Others were loud cummers. Some spit on my face as their cock disappeared down my throat, and two guys had spit in my mouth. A few held my head in place and face fucked me. One thing you noticed especially was that I knew how to deepthroat, to suck without using my hands. It also occurred to you as you continued to watch that none of the men I’d sucked had had as big a cock as yours.

You watched for about an hour. Your cock really hard, your nuts aching. You needed to use my cockhungry throat. You didn’t want just a blowjob. No, you needed a throat to fuck. You needed that faggot to know he’d been destroyed by a monster cock. A real man’s cock. But what were you going to do to get him?

I finally stood up and made my way out of the alcove. I had noticed you standing there. I had been hoping you’d have fed me your cock. I could see the bulge was huge. Oh well. Probably an uptight straight guy who just watched then went into a booth and jacked off.

I went into the single bathroom, locked the door, pissed, and splashed water on my face to rinse off some of the dried spit and cum. I was thinking about going back to the alcove. It was late. I needed to go home. I walked out the door to the parking lot.

There weren’t many cars left.

Mine was parked over on the side of the building. It was dark, the flood light had been broken.

I opened the door to my car.

“You need another cock to suck fag?” I turned and it was you.

“Oh yeah,” I said.

“I thought so. Open the back door of your car.” I did.

I figured you wanted to stretch out on the bench seat in the back. “Get in, and slide over” you said. As I was getting in you grabbed me, forced me onto my back, and pulled me until my head was hanging over the edge of the car seat. I was looking up at you just as your huge cock made it’s way to my mouth. “Open up you cockwhore. I’m taking your slutty throat for a ride.”

((There it is. Opening salvo. It’s cool if it’s not your thing. I had fun writing it at least.))

Roll with the story --- take me, use me, share me with your other straight Alpha friends. Gangbang me. Tell me how worthless I am. Make me understand that no matter how many people you share me with, how many people you force me to be with, that you are the Alpha God that I worship most.

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I'm not a grammar fanatic but please be able to write coherent sentences. If you made it this far, you'll notice this is lengthy. I don't expect all our exchanges to be as long as this. However, take some time and write a few paragraphs. This is a story, not sexting. Role play, not a quick jerk off. I like to use Discord as it's a great way to share audio and visuals to enhance the story (reference pics, gifs, porn links, audio ... this is the digital age after all, so why not take advantage of all the media available to give more life to a story). l will also use PMs here if that works better for you, Sir.