Ryan's days at Apex Investments followed a specific pattern... arrive early, drown in data, avoid contact with the management and slip out unnoticed at 6.
But the nights that followed...those were sacred, a private sanctuary where he dropped the facade of the financial analyst and embraced the calling that lingered beneath.
Tonight, like most, he arrived home to his dim apartment, the weight of the family's request for assistance still echoing.
Jayden's tuition grew larger, a $1,500 outstanding that ate him up.
He heated the leftovers cold pasta from two days prior and ate at the counters, swiping aimlessly on his phone.
Work emails called, but he paid no mind.
The ritual called...
Click!
He locked the door, double checking out of habit, though no one visited. The bedroom was his domain
Unkept bed, laptop on the nightstand, curtains drawn against the city's prying eyes. He stripped quickly folding his clothes neatly on the chair.
Naked, he stood before the full length mirror propped against the wall, appraising himself with a critical eye. His body was a betrayal, short build, slim frame that refused muscle, hips that curved sexily like a woman's.
His chest was flat but smooth, nipples small and sensitive, hardening at the slightest touch and chill .
And below, his penis....three inches erect, thin as a pencil...hung limp, a constant reminder of his inadequacy. High school taunts replayed
"Tiny dick Ryan, couldn't fuck a keyhole hahahah."they laughed. Even the girls didn't spare him talk less of the teachers
He had masturbated furiously back then, seeking release from the humiliation, but it only seemed to stunt him further, locking him in this perpetual inadequacy.
The ritual began with preparation. He dimmed the lights to a soft glow, lit a single candle for ambiance vanilla scented, drowning out the loneliness but enhancing the tension.
Laptop open, he sank into the sheets, pillows propped up behind him. No rush; this was indulgence.
His bookmarks were organized: "Black Dom Compilation," "Sub Worship," "Monster Cock Destruction." He selected his favorite site, free tier only subscriptions were a luxury he couldn't indulge in.....yet.
Title called tempting, muscular black men dominating small sender subs, cocks like weapons, faces contorted in ecstasy and surrender.
He chose carefully tonight: a video titled "Femboy Broken by BBC." The preview showed a slim white guy, not unlike himself, on all fours, ass raised high, butt hole teasing. Ryan's cock stirred as he hit play, volume low but clear through headphones.
The scene opened slowly....the sub crawling toward the dom, a tall black man with chiseled abs and a smile that screamed control.
"On your knees, pussy," the dom ordered, voice deep and authoritative.
The sub obeyed, eyes wide with adoration. Ryan's hand drifted down, fingers grazing his nipples first pinching, twisting until pain turned into pleasure.
Aha~His tiny length hardened quickly, pre-cum beading at the tip.
As the sub licked the dom's massive shaft..nine inches at least, thick and veined...Ryan mirrored his imagination.
He stroked slowly, base to tip, savoring the build. "Beg for it," the dom growled in a primal tone.
"Please, sir, let me worship your monster dick," the sub begged. Ryan mouthed the words, his free hand drifting lower, cupping his balls, then circling his hole.
Fuck..ahn.ah
He'd discovered anal play in college, a finger at first during sessions, unlocking new depths of pleasure. Tonight, he lubed a digit with saliva, teasing the rim as the video played on.
The dom grabbed the sub's hair, forcing his mouth down.
Gag!~gag!
Gags echoed, throat bulging. Ryan pushed his finger in, knuckled deep, curling to hit that spot.
"Fuck," he whispered, legs flaying. His cock throbbed in his fist, but he edged, denying release. The shame was part of it..the voice in his head calling him pathetic, a sissy who couldn't please anyone but himself.
Yet it fueled him, amplifying the heat. He switched videos mid play, a glory hole scene, anonymous black cocks emerging one by one. The sub knelt, servicing them eagerly..licking, sucking, swallowing loads of thick cum.
Yummy!
Ryan added a second finger, scissoring, stretching himself. His nipples hardened now, puffy from abuse, a drop of clear fluid leaking when he squeezed hard.
"I'm just like him," he thought, eyes glued to the screen. "A pussy craving black dick."
"To be fucked"
The sub in the video begged for penetration, ass raised prepped and ready. The dom obliged, pushing in raw, the stretch visible. Ryan humped his hand faster, fingers dancing in sync.
Fantasies flooded. Mr Carter in that role, his boss's voice commanding him to bend over the desk, claiming him completely.
The climax approached too soon..he paused, breathing ragged, cock leaking profusely. Stalling prolonged the escape, delaying the post nut clarity where reality crashed back..
debts, isolation, inadequacy.
He resumed, switching to a gangbang clip..three black men using a sub's holes relentlessly. "Take it all, slut," one said, stroking deep.
Ahn...hmmm..hah..hah!
Ryan's moans grew louder, not caring if neighbors heard. Third finger now, burning stretch mimicking the video. His tiny cock pulsed, orgasm building like a wave.
"Yes... fuck me," he gasped, imagining the weight, the fullness. Cum spurted weakly across his stomach in thin ropes, quickly cooling. He lay there, panting, video looping in the background. Shame washed over, stronger tonight with the family's needs ringing in his mind.
"What am I doing?" he muttered, cleaning up with tissues.
But the hunger lingered, a void unfilled by solo play. Work tomorrow another day blending in, stealing glances at Carter, wondering if real submission could quench this.
He closed the laptop, candle flickering out. Sleep came slow, dreams blending porn with pleas for money.
The ritual was comfortable, yes..but also chains, pulling him deeper into obsession. Tomorrow, he'd search for that side gig. Something easy. Something..... fitting.