Chinese Extremes Part 1

" Before Phil could object further, he formed a noose out of Phil's belt and looped it around his throat and pulled it so tight Phil could only breathe in a thin wheeze. Then The General removed the rest of Phil's clothing: his pants, his jockstrap and the cup protecting his genitals. His hands lingered, stroking the inside of Phil's thighs with surprising gentleness, letting his fingers linger on Phil's cock. Still holding Phil's cock, The General leaned in and kissed Phil again. With his hands bound behind his back and his breath almost cut off, Phil couldn't fight it, but in truth it was doubtful if he would have fought The General even if he had been able. Instead he responded to the kiss as he felt himself get rock-hard in The General's gifted hands.

Phil moaned as The General pulled away. Then he flipped Phil over so that his face and knees rested on the floor, his ass pointing invitingly upwards. The General controlled Phil with the belt around his throat as he spread Phil's legs and buttocks, lubed up his ass and entered him from behind. Phil had never had anything up his ass and at first he fought him, trying to clamp his ass tightly together as his hands scratched ineffectually against The General's abdomen. This stopped when The General gave a vicious warning tug on the belt, cutting his breath off altogether. Only when Phil stopped resisting, did he loosen the noose and Phil took a deep grateful breath as he let The General have his way with him.

No matter how hard he tried denying it, it was a fantastic fuck. The General's cock was very large and filled Phil up in a way that was both very painful and very pleasurable. In fact it was better than he had dreamed of. As he found the rhythm, The General reached around and grabbed Phil's painfully erect cock and began manipulating it. His touch alone made Phil moan loudly with passion and after a few minutes he was screaming like a bitch in heat, telling The General to fuck him harder, to fuck him senseless.