I know David is a handful. He is the typical rich spoiled brat. He’s arrogant, narcissistic and mocks anyone who comes in contact with him. He’s a kid who needs to be bitch-slapped back into his place by people who know what good social etiquette is.

Or so our common friends say. To me, David is awesome. I wish I could be more like him.

Yeah, he bosses me around and flicks me off when he has other things to do, but I can’t help it. One day, I wish I have as much confidence and free spirit as him. I wouldn’t treat people like dirt, no, but then maybe they wouldn’t treat ME like dirt.

Other people call me David’s lap dog and they poke at me for not standing up to him when he treats me like his errand boy. I don’t care. At least I know what to expect and I actually have fun when I’m around him. I don’t mind holding his drink while he hits on some dude at a bar, because I know that when he’ll come back, he’ll have an extra guy in tow for me.

David and I complement each other. He’s the loudmouth and I’m the shy one. He’s the life of the party and I’m the one who prevents him from doing stupid stuff that would come back to bite him. He’s the popular one and I’m the ones guys don’t mind landing as second prize. He calls me his “hot friend” and uses my assets to get to his own ends. I get enough out of the deal to not complain. Without David, my life wouldn’t be half as exciting as this.

So David’s rich, or more exactly, his father is. I’m not sure what’s his line of business. I know he owns a lot of buildings and gets invited to every select club in the state, but David never showed interest in why he had all this money. He just did. However, the other side of the coin is that David’s security is a big deal. There have been several serious threats so far, and his father never takes any lightly: David’s his only son after all. So recently, he had been put under the care of a pair of bodyguards. The engagement had lasted a couple of weeks, until they had arrested the guy who had made threats against the Crown family: some loony with a serious grudge against anything related to money. He would have never been an actual danger to David, but he still had to drag around the bodyguards until the coast was clear. They got along well, after a… kind of a shaky start.

See, David didn’t want these bodyguards. David didn’t want to be detained and protected. He had stuff to do and he didn’t want a pair of Russian beefcakes in his way. I admired him even more for this. He straight-up refused to compromise anything, even for his own safety. A lot of people called him stupid for it, but I didn’t. It just made me like him more. He gave the guards attitude and ended up pissing one of them so much he stuck his dick in David’s mouth to teach him a lesson. David’s gay and it kinda shows, with all the sass he gives out. He was reluctant at first, fucking obviously, but the guy was hot, his accent was hot and he had a big fat stallion cock. After swallowing the first bodyguard’s load, David thought he was off the hook but then the other stallion made him go down on him as well. The first bodyguard filmed the second blowjob in order to blackmail David into not getting them fired.

Of course, that was a stupid blackmail. If David dropped the bomb, these two would not only lose their contract but would probably end up in jail, getting their own holes raped. Apparently, David was kinda seduced by the idea of having these two big-dicked studs following him around, likely taking sex from him whenever they felt like. My loins swelled as David told me the story. I certainly wouldn’t have minded being in his place.

After a bit more talking about all the sex he had gotten from the two bodyguards after the incident, he smirked at me and patted his thigh. “Look at you, being all cute and blushy there. Come here” I smiled and did as he told me, as usual. I moved to him and straddled one of his thigh. He caressed my cheek with the back of his paw and I leaned into it, before guiding my striped muzzle down against his, the two of us slowly, sensually kissing in a display that would make any bi-curious male pitch a massive hard-on. I moaned softly in the kiss when he squeezed my ass, his paw pulling me down as he laid on his back. “Take your pants off.” I did as asked while trying to not break the kiss, gripping the edge of the phats and pushing them down my narrow hips, along my boxers. I kicked them off, my mostly hard black cock rasping David’s paw as he undid himself, feeing his own pinkish donkeyhood. He stroked himself to hardness and I didn’t need further order, lowering myself on the tip, feeling the hung member slowly pushing into me. I moaned softly as I took him down fully, fairly easily. Hanging out with David, I had been forced to learn how to be a good sub real fast.

He gripped my hips and started thrusting hard in my rump right from the start, watching my slim body bounce and long mane flow as I moaned, my own hard cock slapping his stomach, sending sticky precum drops over his shirt. “Mmh, you know what? I’m still in touch with them two… We should go see them tomorrow… I’ll let you have the long-haired one.” He grinned, slapping his hips even harder against my ass, making me pant and moan louder as I quickly nodded. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to. I liked what I had going on. David was treating me like a sidekick, yeah, but he got me out of my shell and into situations I wouldn’t have gotten into by myself, or with anyone else.

You can say I’m being used and that I'm stupid all you want. Tomorrow, I have a double date with a hot twink and two burly, hung bodyguard studs. What do YOU have planned?