The Hustler
Dillion wasn’t gay, in fact he despised them, ..
🕑 Added 2023-04-05 01:30:14 +0000 UTC
The Hustler
Dillion wasn’t gay, in fact he despised them, but he wasn’t above taking their money. Fags paid him a lot to take him out to dinner, shower him with gifts, and if they willing to pay more they get to feel up his smooth, ripped body, suck his large cut cock, and possibly rim his massive bubble ass. However, he was always in charge, in control and the alpha. With his blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless smooth skin he was a living Norse god, an adonis. Both men and women turn their heads when he walked by, checking him out, especially his ass. He had to admit his bubble ass was his best feature. The only excess fat on his body was in his ass and he worked out hard to keep it firm, round, and plump. It was like a shelf as it pushed out from his narrow waist.
Dillon was doing squats with a friend and fellow hustler, when the friend told him about David.
“The guy is like rich, I mean super rich,” the friend said as Dillon squatted low to the ground.
Upon hearing about David’s net worth, Dillon's interest peaked. Dillon re-rack the bar, “fixed me up with the fag.”
On the night of his “date” Dillon dressed in his best, most stylish suit that showed off his muscular, lean body. He made sure he was impeccably groomed from his stylish blonde hair to his polish black shoes. At the appointed time, Dillon was picked up by a stretched limo. He had never been in a limousine before.
Dillon walked into the expensive restaurant as if he was the hottest thing on the planet, knowing he was turning heads. The older man stood up and greeted Dillon. David squeezed Dillon’s hand and didn’t hide as he openly checked out the younger man.
“You look, beautiful,” David whispered as he pulled out the chair for him.
Dillon smirked as he sat down at the table. Pathetic, Dillon thought to himself. Of course he was beautiful, and he knew he looked hot. His black satin shirt and tailored black trousers hugged and showed off his body, especially his lower half, the muscular legs, large bulge and huge bubble ass. When the pretty waitress came to take their order, Dillion ordered the most expensive wine and entree on the menu. Dillon then spent more time flirting with the waitress. When David reached under the table to place a hand on Dillon’s thigh, Dillon pulled his leg away. The waitress smiled at Dillon when she brought the bottle of expensive wine to the table and opened it for them. Dillon openly watched her walk away, and then excused himself and made an excuse to go to the restroom. David poured the wine into two glasses as he watched Dillon’s magnificent ass walk toward the restrooms. The round ass stretched the trousers as the muscular cheeks flexed and bounced as Dillon walked. Once out of sight, Dillon hooked up with the waitress and fucked her in the men restroom. She moaned that she loved his dick as he bent her over the restroom countertop and fucked her. After he came inside her, he pulled out and sent her back to work. Once she was left, he looked into the mirror, making sure his clothes and hair were perfect.
“Damn, I look good,” he smirked and headed back to the table while he found the glass of wine waiting for him.
David smiled at him as Dillon drank the glass down and poured another glass. When dinner came Dillon found himself not having much of an appetite. His cock was rock hard in his pants, despite having fucked the waitress a few moments ago. He found it hard to think as he freely gave the older man information about himself.
“Why don’t you give me your wallet,” David smiled.
Dillon blinked and reached back to his pants pocket to hand over his wallet.
“That's a pretty boy,” David said as he pulled out Dillon's credit card to pay for the date.
“What have you . . . gave me,” Dillon moaned as David helped him into Dillon’s apartment.
David set Dillon on to the couch and looked around the apartment. The apartment was small and spartan furnished. Dillion collapsed onto the couch. He was so horny that he reached into his pants and started to rub his throbbing bulge.
David walked toward him, with a smirk on his face, “Just something to make you more agreeable.”
David sat beside Dillon and ran his hands through his blonde hair with one hand and used his other hand to unbutton the satin shirt, “you remind me of a Ken doll. So pretty, without single thought in that pretty blonde head of yours.”
Dillon could only moan in response. As he spread Dillon’s satin shirt apart, David slowly ran his hand down the flawless golden tanned skin causing goosebumps to form over Dillon’s body. Dillion moaned in pleasure,
“I’m, I’m straight,” he tried to protest but his voice was weak, lacking it’s usual strength and confidence.
“Sshhe, just relax. It feels so good to relax and surrender. You are too pretty to think,” David stroked Dillon’s small earlobe with his left hand . “Too pretty to think. Something as beautiful as you, shouldn’t have to think. In fact, it hurts when you do, don’t it.”
Dillon nodded his head.
“Yes. It feels so much better if you just let me do the thinking for you. In fact, letting me do the thinking for you and obeying me turn you on so much,” David pulled Dillon closer to him.
Dillon watches as David unbuckle his black slacks and lower the zipper. Dillon’s cock was hard inside his gray briefs. He reached his left hand into his pants and stroked himself while David continued to stroked his exposed torso and petty ears. Dillon looked across the room at the mirror at himself.
“I’m pretty,” he asked in a low voice.
“Yes, so pretty and dumb,” David whispered as licked and nibbled Dillon’s earlobes.
“Pretty and dumb,” Dillon moaned as he closed his eyes.
“Yes, if it feels so good to be pretty,” kissing down Dillon’s neck. “Dumb,” David touched Dillon’s hand and pushed it deeper into Dillon’s pants. “And submissive like a good, pretty, dumb Ken doll .”
Dillon groaned, “I’m a pretty, dumb doll.”
“Yes, my dumb, pretty Ken doll.”
Dillon soon rolled off the couch, onto his hands and knees. The tight black trousers were stretched over the large fat ass cheeks. David knelt behind him and squeezed the large, firm glutes. The older man then slapped the perfect ass cheeks, causing the normally arrogant straight alpha to moan and pushed his ass out for more. David was enjoying using the buttocks. Each cheek bounced and jiggled through the pants at the impact of David’s hand. At each impact, cocky Dillon was moaning and wiggling his sexy ass for more. David then stopped. He took a knife and began to cut the center steam of the back of the trousers. After making a hole in the black material, David gripped the pants and pulled, ripping them and Dillon’s underwear, exposing the flawless smooth buttocks and his tight male hole. The air hitting his shaved rosebud caused Dillon to moan more. His cock was so hard as it laid tapped inside what remained of his underwear and pants.
David spread the cheeks, exposing the straight stud’s boy pussy. Dillon let out a moan as he felt the older man stroking his hole. He found his hole was so sensitive. David slapped the exposed smooth ass cheeks and then pressed his face between the cheeks and teased it with his tongue.
“Ahh, ohh,” Dillon moaned as he felt the wet tongue probing and rimming him.
David was impressed how impeccably groomed and clean Dillon was. He pulled out and slapped the cheeks again, before pressing his face back between the clean, shaved hole. Dillon was in heaven as he was rimmed. Finally David pulled away, giving the beautiful ass another slap. He got on to his knees and aimed his cock between Dillon’s fat ass cheeks. David gripped Dillon’s masculine hips and pushed through the virgin muscle pussy, causing Dillon to groan loud.
“You feel only pleasure when you take another man’s cock up your manpussy. It makes you feel so submissive and horny,” David reinforced his control as he pounded in and out of the muscular ass.
“Yesss, Fffuck, yes,” Dillon groaned as he pressed his head on to the carpet.
He was feeling only pleasure as he was fucked over and over. His prostate was being plowed hard.
“Yes, you love being another man’s dumb fuck toy. His beautiful play thing,” David reinforced his control. “You are my bitch, my whore, my slut.”
Over and over he rammed in and out of Dillon’s manpussy as he continued to bombard the younger man’s mind. It was so hard for Dillon to think. His mind was being rewired by the drugs and the feel of pure pleasure coursing through his body. Every nerve ending in his chisel body was alive.
“You are my whore,” David slammed in and pulled out.
Easing out and slamming back in, “you are my slut.”
“Fffuck, yes, I’m your whore, your dumb, pretty slut,” Dillon moaned in pleasure.
David was fucking his straight alpha persona right out of him.
“Good. Cum for me. Cum now,” David ordered as he made one last thrust deep into Dillon and plaused.
“Fffuck yes,” Dillon cried out.
Dillon came hard in waves after wave. He filled the remains of his briefs until it soaked through the thin material and through his black slacks.
Dillon accepted his new role as one of David’s submissive and obedient slaves. He continued to hustle but as one of the billionaire’s stable of high price call boys. Dillion no longer had any control on rather they fuck him or not. David effectively became his pimp, whoring him out to his rich gay friends who enjoy fucking studs like Dillon. In return for doing all of the thinking and taking care of the now dumb down Dillon, David kept all the money Dillon made as a hustler. Dillon didn’t care. In fact Dillon was so blissfully dumb that he didn’t care about much anymore. All that mattered for him was making David happy and getting fucked.
