The Hard Money Loan

The part we couldn’t share on blogger and the other blogging platforms.

**The Hard Money Loan: How I Financed My Dreams with My Ass**

Some men go to a bank. I went to a man named Clutch.

He was an oil magnate, all polished power and a "happily married" smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. They called him Clutch McClintock, a name he earned on the wrestling mats, using his Greco-Roman skills to break lesser men. But his real sport was in private, executing humiliation rituals on sissy holes like mine. He got off on it, the total emasculation of another guy in a suit.

I needed capital. Bad. When my broker sent me to Clutch, the terms were made crystal. No credit, no collateral? No problem. He’d require a different kind of asset. Something much more substantial.

My briefcase was ready. Not with contracts, but with the tools of the trade: two clean washcloths, a fistful of lubricated ribbed condoms, a bottle of silicone lube, a buttplug, and sanitizer. For a man like Clutch, a hundred grand to ravage my rectum was pocket change. The real payoff was the satisfaction of owning another man’s body and soul.

I was prepped and ready. Nude from the waist down, my junk scrubbed clean, my hole douched to a state of pristine readiness. I’d even had a colonic that morning, and my guts were practically begging for a hard dick to come in and rearrange the furniture. I handed him my phone, the transfer screen open.

Before his thumb hit ‘send,’ he locked eyes with me. "No tapping out," he growled.

My eyes dropped to the source of his confidence. A fully awake, nine-inch slab of HARD white tenderloin strained against his shorts. A slow, welcoming smile spread across my face. "Bring it."

The rest is a blur of primal need.

I was on the king-sized bed, face down, ass up—the universal sign of surrender. He positioned himself behind me, whipping my tight hole with his thick, heavy shaft, teasing me with the occasional pressure against my puckered entry. Then, the teasing stopped. The intrusion began.

He drove forward with all his might, skewering me on his hard white dong. I didn’t just take it; I pushed back, swallowing every rapid, veiny inch down my oil chute. He fit me like a glove, a perfect, punishing fit. Once he was balls deep, his heavy sack pressed against my taint, he "clutched" me hard around the waist and began to piston into me, brutally assaulting my prostate with every thrust.

The whole time, I was huffing the thong I’d swiped from my ladyfriend Gladys, inhaling her sharp, vinegary essence as I was getting plowed. The combination sent me over the edge, and I exploded, painting the expensive sheets with hot, sticky ropes of cum.

When Clutch finally grunted and emptied his balls into the condom, he pulled out. I was gaping. My hole was shiny with lube, a beautiful, glistening ruin. My prolapse peeked out, and I felt a surge of dark, sexy pride. I had a cunt now, a perfect, cock-pleasing cunt between my ass cheeks.

He left. Gladys returned.

She saw the damage instantly. I bent over the loveseat, spread my cheeks, and showed her my well-used boycunt. She knew exactly what that look meant.

I let my cheek go, grabbed her, pulled her close, and kissed her deep, tasting her mouth as I scooped her up and dropped her onto the bed. Her legs fell open like a book falling to its favorite page. I went for what I truly craved. I buried my face between her thighs, starving for that tart, Greek Vinaigrette taste. She wanted to hear the story, I know, but she was already soaking wet, and I was savoring every single lick and suckle. It only took three minutes of my dedicated worship before she came all over my face.

We were deliriously happy. Her reward for me was a prostate massage and a blowjob that I’ll feel for the rest of my life. And then, for good measure, she told me to fuck her. Raw. Hard. Just like I’d gotten fucked. As I pounded into her, I could feel it. My stroke was better. Deeper. More commanding. I had finally learned how to book a proper Dick Appointment, and the tuition was worth every single inch.