"Don't be frightened," he said. "I won't hurt you. With one exception. Your ass will be incredibly sore when I'm done." With a flick of a finger he tore off my jockstrap. My fear was certainly tempered by his good looks. It was impossible not to want him.

"Look," I said, backing away, "I'd be happy to let you fuck me to your heart's content, but you need to drop the ownership idea."

He looked me in the eyes. "Get on your bed," he said. Without turning around, I walked backwards into my bedroom and fell onto my mattress.

"Lift your legs and offer yourself to me."

Before I could even take my boots off I found my thighs lifting and parting without my permission. "No," I said, forcing them down.

"Good, your mind is strong enough to ward off hypnosis," said Cavan. "I want you to make this decision under your own free will, but don't think it doesn't bother me if you give yourself willingly to everyone but me. It will be rougher because of this."

My dick stiffened. He stripped quickly and stood above me naked. He was the type I most wanted to dominate me. He was over six feet, thick and burly, and he appeared to be about thirty-five. I loved all men, but my favorites were the ones taller than me, bigger than me, and older than me. Actually, I preferred men a little older than thirty-five.

Instantly, he seemed to age five years, slight gray appearing at his temples.

"Oh my god, what happened?" I said. "I'm going crazy."

"What else can I do for you?" he asked, massaging my dick in one hand and gently fondling my hole with the other.

"Let me ... Let me get lube and condoms," I whimpered. I scooted back on my bed so I could reach my night table and retrieved what I needed. I looked closely at his dick for the first time. I swooned. It was by far the largest I had ever seen, and considering my history, that really said something.

"You're worried you can't take my cock, aren't you?" he said. "Don't worry, almost a thousand men have had your ass before, and you pleased every one of them immensely."

"How can you possibly know that?" I said.

"Hush." Cavan pressed a hand to my lips.

He took the lube from me and gruffly swabbed my hole. His fingers probed inside. First one, then two, then three. They slid in, finding my prostate. I moaned loudly.

"Please fuck me," I said, lifting my legs. I couldn't believe I said that. I never had to beg. Cavan pulled me forward until my rear was on the edge of the bed.

"Have you ever wondered why everyone always marvels at how tight you are?" Cavan asked, lining his dick up with my asshole. I waited for him to put his hand to his cock so he could press inside, but he plunged in hands-free. Nearly no one had ever done that. "If I have my way, you'll never be tight again," he said.

I yelped in surprise and then gasped for air. I pressed against his thighs with my hands, trying to push away from his invading dick.

"You like it to start rough," he said. He drove deeply in and out, but mercifully slowly. Still, the shock of each thrust blasted up my spine. My entire body shook. I reached over, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed a corner of it in my mouth to keep from screaming.

He increased his pace. His hands were on his hips. His eyes were closed, a dreamy expression on his face. "Yesss," he hissed. "I've wanted this ass for so long, and now I have it."