This story is from my point of view.
Sometimes I really don't understand faggots. I guess that's kinda to be expected: I'm nothing like them. I'm a Dominant Alpha. They are losers.I think the real problem is that they lie. First, they lie about their sexuality and stay in the closet; pretend to be straight. But even if they 'come out' they lie about what they want and what they'll do. One thing that really bugs me is that fags think they can convince me to fuck them in the ass, or let them lick my butthole. Disgusting. My cock belongs in a real pussy or a mouth. Fairies that think otherwise are a complete waste of my time, and I instantly ignore/ block/ leave them. But the thing that bothers me most is cocksuckers that can't suck a cock. I feel like I spend an unnecessary amount of time explaining to potential fags that I'm only interested in fucking their throats, and that they need to throat my big cock completely. I literally can't count the number of newbies that fail. I'll tell a newbie to take my cock as deep as possible. Then I'll wrap my finger and thumb where their lips reach on my dick. Most of the time it's not even half way down my pole. Then I pull their head off and say something like "is this all you can take? Look at all this cock you're missing." Almost without fail, if i force it deeper, they gag and cry and give up. Sometimes I forget (or a fag will lie) to tell them to stop eating 2 hours before attempting to service me. Then they puke on my cock. The acrid smell stays on my cock for at least a day. Plus, the stomach acid causes a burn. It's not that bad -- like a mild sun burn -- but it can cause peeling and will put me out of commission for a day or so. I absolutely need to nut at least 3 times a day. It should be a crime to make it more difficult for an Alpha to nut.
So anyway, I got in touch with this army guy. National Guard. He did a few tours overseas. Military guys are similar to fraternity pledges in several respects. They obey orders, and are willing to suffer to complete the mission. Like pretty much every other faggot, he said he was eager to throat my cock completely. He brought me to his apartment. In his room he had set out a few pots and had some towels on the floor. He knew he had a gag reflex, and he wanted to keep the mess off me (and his stuff). I was almost mildly impressed. We started with me sitting on the edge of the bed. He was able to take me deeper than most, but only about 3/4 of the way. He gagged a lot. He was able to get most of the throat slime into the buckets and pots. But some got onto the towels. He gagged up a surprising amount of slime. He was trying so hard, but I just sat there with a disappointed look on my face. I honestly can't remember if he asked me to help, or if I threatened to slam my entire cock down his throat. But I grabbed his head and forced in my entire monster cock. He gagged and struggled even more. Then I pushed him off and though he had tears flowing down his face, he was smiling, and whispered "yes" in a horse voice. So I repeatedly throatfucked him. Each time, he seemed more out of breath, but more eager to please me. I started counting how many seconds he could keep my cock buried in his throat. It was pretty pathetic. Maybe like 6 at the beginning. I shifted back on the bed a little and when he was on my cock I lifted up my legs, then wrapped the right leg around his head and bent the left knee around my right ankle to lock it in place. I was even able to squeeze and force my cock about an inch deeper. He looked up at me in a panic and tried to pull my legs off, but he couldn't. How fucking dare this cocksucker try to stop pleasing my Alpha meat. I was pissed. "Take my huge cock, faggot!" I barked. I squeezed his head even tighter with my legs. I decide when a faggot can stop. Their discomfort doesn't matter to me. I counted out loud to 7 and released him. He pulled back and started to inhale. I smacked his faggot face as hard as I could. "The first thing you do is thank me, bitch. Before you inhale, thank me for putting my cock down your throat." He looked at me confused, out of breath, and probably lightheaded. So I hit him again. "Thank you, Sir!" He finally managed to croak out. "Now back on my cock." I ordered. He complied instantly without resistance. I locked him in place again with my legs and counted to 8. I liked watching this fag panic, so I kept my cock down his throat this time and didn't give an indication when I would let go. I was relentless. The more the fag struggled, the more its throat contracted and massaged my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back to relax and enjoy the spams around my meat pole, while this bitch thought he was dying. I opened my eyes and his face was turning purple. I released and this fag inhaled. I guess my instructions needed reinforcement. Before I knew it, I was already punching the queer in the head. It felt so satisfying to feel my knuckles impact its skull. I think I even felt a second impact quickly after the first: the fag's brain bouncing against its skull. Tears were pouring down its face, which started to return to a normal color. "I need more air," it pathetically begged. It hadn't properly thanked me, so I decided it wasn't getting any air. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back onto my cock. I didn't even bother counting this time. Not like I was gonna let this cocksucker up at a predetermined time anyway. My cock was all that mattered -- not his breathing -- and he needed to realize this. After a while, I released. Before he could thank me or inhale, I forced my cock right back down his throat and locked it in place. The fag struggled so hard to get free. It was almost like riding a mechanical bull, except I couldn't be thrown off because of my leg lock around this throatcunt's head. I released and it coughed and gasped. But in an instant I already grabbed its hair and buried my massive cock to the hilt. I didn't lock my legs this time. The fag was either increasingly willing to accept its fate, or not able to struggle as hard due to the lack of air. So I started long fucking his skull. All the way out, and all the way in. The noises his throat made as my cock went in and out were music to my ears. His face grew ever darker shades of purple. Then this army cocksucker got free. He desperately tried to breathe, but he was frequently interrupted by forceful burping he couldn't control. I had basically pumped air into his stomach with my dick. It made me laugh. "Too... much... air," it managed to say. I grabbed him, slammed my dick down its throat, and locked him in place. I punched his fag head with each word I growled at him, "Not enough air, too much air. Figure it out, you worthless piece of garbage!" He started to wretch uncontrollably and cough up more throat slime. I released and he basically collapsed and heaved-up more throat slime into one of the pots. Since the fag's throatcunt didn't spasm as much and as hard when he was so oxygen deprived, I paused for a bit. I still didn't care about the faggot; I only wanted that awesome feeling on my cock. My cock was (and still is) more important than the faggot. For almost 2 hours, this military man was my cocksleeve. But I started to get bored when it got tired and couldn't pleasure my Superior dick as well as when it first started. So I made him sit on the floor with his back against the bed. Then I held his head and pistoned my beast like it was a jackhammer into his throat. His throat was getting loose, so I had to be extra aggressive just so I could cum. He did his duty as a fag and swallowed every drop of my massive Superior Alpha load. A few days later he contacted me again. I reemed that fag's throatcunt twice more over maybe a week before he asked if I cared about him. I guess he was catching feelings. "No." He broke off contact. He was probably all bent out of shape over it. I didn't give a fuck. His throat was getting too loose anyway. Just another faggot throat destroyed by my thick dick. I bet he was crying over losing the best cock he could have wished for, while I was abusing some other faggot throatcunt.
The next story will probably be from the cocksucker's point of view. His written English isn't the best, but you'll get the gist.