Free SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! by Brad Vance

absurdity. It was true, wasn’t it – you could tell when someone was watching porn just by the metronomic flicker. He raised the volume. The due was passionately face fucking his willing captive, hissing something in an unknown language. Holy crap, this is a hell of a lot nastier than most American porn, isn’t it!
    “Take off that shirt,” Tommy commanded. Beck tore it off and threw it aside. In the two seconds it had taken to pull it over his head, Tommy had crossed the room and as Beck turned to meet him, he pushed his crotch into Beck’s face. Beck went to pull Tommy’s shorts down and Tommy slapped his hands away. He pulled up the hem of his shirt to give Beck a flash of his ripped, hairless abs and V-cut hips.
    “No.” He ground his dick into Beck’s face. Beck’s lips tried to wrap around it, getting a mouthful of fabric and ever-growing cock. “Chew on it.” Beck bit down and Tommy jumped back.
    “Fuck!” He slapped Beck. “Easy on that!”
    Beck had never been slapped, not during sex, anyway. The shock was electric, not just the surprise of it but the physical sensation, the…not what he’d call pain, but a sharp sting. A pleasant sting, he realized, a jolt to the system that was routed straight through his own stiffening cock.
    And it wasn’t just the sensation, but the feeling, the knowledge that Tommy had taken over, was running things now, and there was a price to be paid for not doing shit right. It made him want to please Tommy…and yet also to displease him, to feel that sting again.
    Tommy dropped his shorts, revealing his dirty grey briefs, distorted by the pressure of his huge cock. Gently now, Beck chewed on Tommy’s dick, chasing it around the clock as it grew from six to nine to high noon, fully erect now.
    Tommy thrust his hips, ground them into Beck’s face, his hands wrapped around Beck’s skull. Beck looked up – Tommy wasn’t even looking at him, but at the scene on the computer. Beck couldn’t see it but he could hear it, could hear the sound of the top spitting, slapping, the sound of the bottom choking, hacking, trying to get his mouth off the ruthless cock and failing. The top whispered something in a foreign language, something dark and nasty and Slavic in a scratchy husky voice built for saying things like that.
    “You like that shit?” Tommy whispered. Beck couldn’t answer but he nodded as enthusiastically as he could. Damn, he had to go to Europe! Some filthy shit going on over there.
    Tommy nodded back in confirmation, his big hand covering Beck’s face, now delivering little half slap-pats. Tommy was still not looking down at him, his mind on screen. “Fuck yeah. All you queers love this shit.”
    He licked his hand and stuck it into Beck’s mouth, feeling around, spreading his own spit in there, testing to see how far Beck would let him go. Then, he took it out and gave Beck a wet, hard slap. Beck gasped with pain-pleasure, his eyes fluttering.
    Tommy sighed. “Yeah, this is what I like. Cruising the motel, gettin’ it for free.” And with his free hand he finally pulled down the elastic of his briefs. His dick popped out, bouncing free.
    Holy crap, that’s a fucking missile! Tommy’s cock was all out of proportion to his body, as if all his body weight was hanging off his hips.
    He grabbed Beck’s ears like the handles of a jug. “Yeah, fucking queers, man, they don’t fuck around. They just want to do it .” And for emphasis as he said the last two words, he thrust his cock all the way down Beck’s throat in one motion of his hips, forcing it open so hard his gag reflex couldn’t even kick in. His head was like a log in a splitter, Tommy’s dick was so huge inside him. Even when his gag reflex kicked in, it only excited Tommy more, as the muscles of Beck’s throat clenched harder around his cock as he tried to cough it out.
    Tommy pulled off his t-shirt and twisted it up, then wrapped it around the back of Beck’s neck, holding Beck’s