You guys know I say what I mean and I mean what I say. I’m not one to fuck around and play games, unless the games are a part of what I’m doing with a guy.
Some people think I’m arrogant, but I don’t care, I know that a cocky muscle dom like me can get away with a lot when we say what’s on our mind. My body gets the attention, my mouth draws them in and my cock gets them cumming.
A while back I there was a local guy who was talking shit about me, the usual thing with those mouthy chav lads who don’t know when to shut up. He’s one of those fit lads who likes to show off his wiry body in the summer and he thinks that because he’s the most muscled out of his skinny mates he can shoot off his mouth when he likes. It gave him a false sense of superiority.
When I caught him in the street on his own all it took was my face in his and a little description of how I’d make him my bitch and his cock was tenting his sweats.
It was like I led him by the dick back to my place. I didn’t need to, his cock was leading him, but once he’d smelled my scent up close and I growled into his face how I would make him suck my cum out and make him a real man he was completely under my control.
A lot of lads like that are the same, they need discipline, an alpha figure to control them and put them in-line. My massive pecs and biceps started the work, his face in my sweaty pits got him stroking his seven incher, but the taste of my cock fucking his mouth while I gave him the real cocky muscle master routine is what got him splashing his load all over my floor.
He didn’t want my cum down his throat after he’d shot his wad but by that time it was too late. I made him gag on it and swallow every drop of my jizz. I knew it would bring him back for more. A week later he was knocking on my door and politely asking if he could suck my cock again.
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