You get to play rough with James

"Fuck you." James snaps from the floor. He tries to spit at you, but the glob of drool doesn't quite make it and spatters across his chest instead. An appropriately pathetic gesture. In turn, you reach down and grab him tightly by the throat, smirking coldly down at him. You were very much hoping he'd be this stupid. Now you get to play with him your way.

"You're going to regret that, silly boy." You sneer, squeezing just tight enough to make him gasp. Then, with just that one arm, you lift him up with you, dragging him by the throat as you stride towards your bedroom. His feet scrabble for purchase on the carpet, his hand pulling feebly at your wrist, but he hardly even slows you down.

"Let me go!" He snarls, kicking at your legs. You hardly even feel the weak blows. Sometimes you forget just how much stronger you are than the average boy. This has been a very nice reminder, and one you mean to spend the whole night enjoying. Your swollen cock throbs and aches between your legs, the delightful vision of this handsome jock half-naked and struggling in your grip bringing your searing lusts to new heights.

You drag James over to the bed and drop him on his knees at one end. He lets out a strangled gasp as you loom over him, your hot erection bobbing in the air between you. As he struggles to rise, you slap him hard across the cheek, his handsome face snapping to one side. His cheeks are flushed when he turns back to glare at you. You slap him again for good measure, and this time a hoarse moan escapes his lips before he catches himself. It almost sounds like pain, almost, but you're beginning to suspect that if you tore off his trousers too you'd find his tiny boy dick is almost as hard as yours right now. You smirk at the thought. If he's going to enjoy being **** by thick New Female cock, then you'll just have to try and enjoy it even more.

"You remember what I said, don't you James?" You drawl, grabbing a handful of his soft auburn hair and lifting him up towards your cock. "I'm going to fuck your throat now. Every inch of my cock is going in your mouth, so open up, nice and wide."

"Fuck you!" He snaps, but his gaze flickers uncertainly to your aching erection as you thrust it at him with your hips. Your swollen head slides across his cheek, smearing pre-cum across his skin. A little shudder passes down his spine, and just like that his lips part, wet and trembling. Not quite a big enough hole for you to **** your cock inside, but it's a start. Now time to push him further.

"You're not listening, James." You snap, slapping him again with your free hand, the satisfying crack of palm on flesh sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not the one getting fucked here. You are. And if I feel any teeth, I'll rip them out your skull, you sniveling shit. This is what you deserve for trying to **** me! So open up and take your fucking punishment" You snarl, shaking his head viciously by the hair. His jaw drops open, a dazed look in his eyes like he doesn't quite believe what he's doing. Before he can reconsider, you grab your cock by the base with your other hand, line it up with that welcoming hole, and drive forward with your hips.

In that one savage thrust, you shove a good few inches into his mouth, slamming into the back of his throat as he gags helplessly. A hungry moan escapes your lips as you feel his tight lips stretch around your shaft, your aching, swollen head buried in warm wet heaven. Holding him in place by the hair, you start to slide your cock in and out, fucking his throat just like you promised him. His hands squeeze into tight fists by his sides, tears glistening in his pretty eyes as you thrust deeper, but he offers no resistance. Those flushed cheeks hint at why, and the haunted look in his eyes suggests he hardly even understands himself.

Soon, your cock has found a snug new home in his throat, his muscles clenching and milking around your throbbing skin as he gags and splutters. Drool and mucus spews from the sides of his stretched lips, dribbling down the rest of your shaft and lubing it up before you drive it deep with another hard thrust. You use his limp body like a sextoy, slamming your cock inside him with no hesitation or mercy, and he still doesn't try to fight. It's Heaven. You're being so much rougher with him than you've ever dreamed of trying before, and now you understand it's what you've always wanted. All that rough BDSM you watched as a guilty pleasure over the years, dreaming of what it would be like to have a cute boy utterly at your mercy. Now you do, and it's even better than you ever imagined!

You drag his head forward for the last few inches, sliding the rest of your shaft between his lips as he chokes helplessly. His hands dart up to grab at your bare legs, but he doesn't try to push himself back. Instead he just hangs there, limp in your grip, as you finally hilt your cock inside his sweet, clenching throat. The aching in your dangling balls reaches a searing height as you slam him back and forth along your length, the hacking, gurgling noise he makes music to your ears.

A sharp hiss of pleasure escapes your lips as you feel white-heat flood up your aching shaft. You pin him firmly against your pelvis, holding him there with his chin against your sweaty sack. His tear-filled eyes dart up to your face, staring up at you, helpless and broken. It's such a beautiful sight you can't resist a moment longer, and suddenly you're cumming straight into his belly with a hungry groan. A muffled yelp of shock escapes his stuffed throat as he feels your shaft pulsing in his mouth, and then you're dumping what feels like liters of boiling ball-juice down his throat.

It's by far the most satisfying climax you've ever had, and it leaves you limp and gasping, still holding James tightly by the hair. Your whole body aches with warm satisfaction, and you smile thinly to yourself, wondering why you didn't do this the very first time the arrogant shit pissed you off. Well, now you get to make up for lost time, the fun way. Sure enough, your cock hasn't softened in the slightest when you drag James off it, to the amusing accompaniment of more hacking splutters. It's still angry and swollen, throbbing with hot need. When you let the boy go, he collapses to the carpet, limp and trembling on the floor of your bedroom. His belly is swollen with your cum, his skin flushed and sheened with sweat.

Just to test him further, you raise your leg and press a bare foot down on his tear-stained cheek, pinning him there under your weight. He barely even twitches, a hoarse little moan his only response. Where's that sneering now, you wonder with a cold smirk. Is he broken already? Too bad. You're just getting started with this silly boy!