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Something had given way inside Mike that afternoon. He knew it as soon as he left Wolf’s place. He wasn’t the same. It wasn’t just that, even in his post orgasm clarity he’d allowed Wolf to shove a big heavy plug inside his stretched-out hole. It wasn’t how horny that plug had made him as he walked home. It was that the little voice telling him to be ashamed or upset about what he’d just done was gone. It didn’t rear its head once. Crashing into his apartment and stripping off his clothes he felt proud of himself. Proud in a way he couldn’t ever remember having been before. He lay on his bed, still plugged, waiting for the voice to come back and tell him this wasn’t what good college boys did. It stayed silent. It stayed silent because he understood that he wasn’t a good college boy, he was a slut. He was a pig. He was a beta pup. He was a cumdump. He was a faggot. He craved cock. He craved loads. He craved having his hole stretched to the limits. He pulled at the plug in his hole, feeling the stretch as his hole opened to allow its girth to pop in and out of him. He’d made a discovery about himself and there was no going back. A few days ago he’d tried to pretend like he didn’t want this, like he could just forget it had ever happened. He knew now that was impossible. He’d felt the bliss of being used by men and there was no going back. He craved that bliss now. He was addicted to it. “Thank you for sending me to Mr. Wolf’s Sir.” Mike texted Sir as he squatted on the plug on his bedroom floor. “It was amazing.” “I’m glad you had a good time boy. I hope you made me proud and earned his load.” “He sent me home with a big fat plug inside me to keep his load from leaking out of my loose pussy!” “Good boy! I knew you’d be able to take his first knot.” “Thank you Sir! He said that made me his beta pup and him my Alpha. I hope that’s ok with you Sir!” “That’s why I sent you there boy. Not just to get your hole bred. You could have found raw cock on your own. I sent you to Wolf so he’d stretch you out and help you understand your place more. You liked submitting to him didn’t you? Being his beta?” “Yes Sir! Not as much as being your boy… but it was fucking hot! That knot felt so good in my pussy.” “You’re bouncing on that plug he sent you home with aren’t you?” “Yes Sir!” “Show me!” Mike shifted so he was squatting in front of the mirror, and filmed himself riding the plug. Now that he could see its fat girth sliding in and out of his hole he was amazed he could take it so easily. “Holy shit!” Sir replied to the video. “He really did open you up. How do you feel now that your college boy hole’s been made into a real sloppy fag pussy?” “AMAZING! Sir! Honestly. I can’t thank you enough for sending me there.” “Damn, after he fucked the cum out of you I expected you to retreat for a day or two… feeling guilty about begging to be used again, but you don’t do you? You don’t feel guilty at all boy?” “No Sir. I feel… I feel fucking hot. I can’t believe how good I feel.” “You think your pussy can take another fucking?” “Yes Sir!” “Then come over here, and don’t plan on going back home tonight. I’m going to use my boy’s pussy good.” Mike rushed over to Sir’s house. Sir took him to the second bedroom, a room Mike hadn’t seen before. It was almost exactly like Wolf’s playroom, except not only did it have a sling but also a fuck bench, a rubber covered bed and wall restraints. Mike was stripped naked, his hair cut short and a thin chain with a little lock put a round his neck. Twenty minutes after he arrived his floppy college boy hair had been cut into a crew cut, he’d been collared and he was squatting over the plug Wolf had stuffed in him while gobbling down Sir’s perfect cock. Mike didn’t go home that night. In fact it was two days before he went home. While all the rest of his friends had spent the weekend partying and trying to get laid Mike had spent the weekend in nothing but a revealing jockstrap getting used over and over. Half way through Sunday Sir dropped Mike back off at Wolf’s to take what he called Wolf’s second knot. Mike had spent the rest of the afternoon ass up on the floor as his Alpha worked an even bigger wolf cock into his hole. He’d whimpered as the knot finally sunk deep inside him. On Monday his new collar drew a little attention from the guys at the gym but not one said anything. It seemed like Brad was avoiding him till the end of their workout when Brad texted Mike “Meet me in the bathroom in 10.” Mike found Brad naked and hard when he opened the door to the single occupancy bathroom a few minutes later. “Christy fucking cock blocked me all weekend. I’m horny as shit and need a mouth to fuck.” Mike was on his knees in a flash. Brad was rough this time, bashing his cock into Mike’s mouth. It was like he was taking all his anger at Christy out on Mike’s mouth. Mike didn’t care though. He coughed and spluttered chocking down his friend’s cock. He was in pig heaven. When Brad finally worked out what he needed to and started to fire thick ropes of cum into Mikes mouth, Mike just smiled and swallowed it down. “Fuck… um… thanks man. I needed that.” “Any time,” Mike said, wiping his mouth. “Look, don’t tell anyone about this ok?” “Sure… but… well… tell anyone you want.” “What?” “Tell anyone you want. I love sucking your straight boy dick. If anyone else you know needs an easy mouth or… or hole to fuck, send them my way.” “Shit… you’re serious.” “Damn right I am.” “Well… yeah… ok. I’ll do that.” That night, the first night Mike had spent in his own bed in days, he got a text from another one of his soccer teammates. “Hey… weird question, but Brad said that you might be able to help me out with a problem,” it read. “Yeah!” Mike replied. “Why don’t you come over. I’ll help you out with whatever you need.” An hour later Mike was on his hands and knees while his teammate, his eyes closed tight, pounded his hole. “Fuck, take my cock you fucking slut. Fuck yeah. You like my cock don’t you. You’re a cock loving slut! Fuck yes!” He panted. Mike knew better than to respond. He knew his friend was pretending he was a girl and he didn’t want to break the illusion. It didn’t matter. In the end he still got a hot load pumped into his guts. “Thanks… uh… you know… don’t tell anybody. I’m not gay.” His friend said after he’d gotten dressed and was standing at the door. Mike smiled reassuringly and said the same thing he’d told Brad. “I’m not going to tell anyone, but you can tell whoever you like.” Stunned by his boy’s decent into cock whoring that weekend Sir got Mike on his knees again and shaved his head, making him look like a real proper sub. He’d also gotten Mike a bigger chain and more robust collar, marking him as owned. He told Mike that Good Boys don’t just take the loads of other men, they take whatever men want to give them. That night for the first time Mike swallowed Sir’s piss, and he loved it. A couple of days after that Mike told Sir he wanted to get his nipples pierced. They’d gone right away. The end of the following weekend Sir brought out a little black caged and locked Mike’s cock away. There would be no hiding that he was a sub in the locker room now. Some of the guys noticed, most chose to just pretend they hadn’t seen anything. A couple however suddenly saw their friend in a new light. That afternoon he ended up sucking off two more of his teammates almost one right after the other, and then was summoned to the team captain’s place where he was bent over the bed and fucked. “Take my load faggot,” the team captain said as he pumped his cock into Mike’s willing hole. Hearing what had happened Sir knew it was time. It was time to put Mike through his final test. To really break his mind once and for all. He’d given himself over to being a slut. He’d get fucked by guys he thought were attractive at the drop of a hat, but to really be a good sub Sir needed him to be willing to give it up to anyone. So that Saturday night he drove Mike to the bathhouse, stripped him naked, and blind folded him in the locker room. Then he’d walked his toy through the halls, showing him off as they went. He’d strapped Mike down in the sling and stood back to watch. Man after man had used his boy. He’d thought maybe Mike would tap out after a couple, but each mystery cock seemed to make him hornier. “Breed me! Please! Seed my hole! Breed my pussy! Fuck this cunt!” He’d shouted. Sir pressed his hand forward, feeling his boy’s hole slowly spread around his knuckles. After all the abuse he’d taken the boy’s body barely resisted the new invasion. Mike groaned as his cunt was opened wide to accommodate Sir’s big hand. Slowly it was pushed forward till after one moment of wild stretching it was sucked in side. Mike panted. He grilled stupidly. “Good Boy, good boy.” Sir cooed. “Is that you Sir?” “Yes boy. Its me, and it’s my fist inside your cunt right now.” “Oh fuck!” Mike moaned. With his free hand Sir reached forward and took off Mike’s blind fold. The boy blinked confusedly for a moment before his eyes focused on his Sir’s face. “I’m so proud of you boy. You did so well.” “Thank you Sir! Thank you for this! It was so hot! I don’t even know how many men fucked me. I’m just a hole Sir.” “That’s right boy you are. You’re just a cumdump. A faggot. My fucking faggot hole.” “Yes Sir.” “This is my cunt,” he flexed his fist inside Mikes hole. The boy groaned, “Even after twenty other men have bred it its still mine.” “Twenty?!” “That’s right boy. You’ve got twenty loads from twenty different guys in your guts right now. You’re a real cumdump now. A no loads refused slut.” He pulled his hand out till the widest point and then slid it back in. Mike whimpered. “You’re a fucking faggot.” “I’m a fucking faggot.” “Good Boy.” Sir said, and slipped his hand from Mike’s hole. “No! It felts so good! Sir please!” Sir stepped up and slammed his cock in Mike’s ruined hole. “Don’t worry boy. You’re going to get one last load in this cunt before I take you home.” “Oh thank you Sir. Thank you.” “And one more thing.” Sir reached into the pocket of his leather vest and pulled something out. A thick leather collar with a D ring at the front. He bent forward, his cock forced deep into Mike’s guts, and passed it around the boy’s neck. He did the clasp up and turned it so the ring was facing the front. Then he took out a rectangular dog tag. He held it up for Mike to see. “What does it say boy?” “Property of Sir Jake.” Mike replied breathlessly. “That’s right. You passed the last test. There’s no going back. You’ve been corrupted into the perfect faggot sub, and I’m laying claim to you. Now everyone who fucks you knows that even though they are free to use your sweet cunt, you belong to me.” “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.” Sir clipped the tag to Mike’s collar. “Now, take my fucking load faggot.” THE END

Both their bladders empty the two men left Mike in the sling. He lay there panting, licking the acid taste of fresh piss from his lips. Sir finally pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to his boy. He smiled taking in his changed body. His nipples slowly becoming meatier and more sensitive from frequent stimulation and the stout barbell piercing Mike had picked out for himself. His locked cock, still tucked in a now soaked jockstrap, leaked precum like a broken tap that never fully turned off. Mike’s jaw hung slightly slack, a glazed look of contentedness plastered across his face. He’d been fucked into oblivion and loved every second of it. Silently, Sir stepped between the boy’s legs and ran a finger across his slick hole. It slid in easily. Mike moaned lightly. Sir added another, and another, till all four of his thick fingers were twisting in and out of Mike. God his hole had been destroyed. That first day Mike had almost been too tight to take Sir’s cock, now he easily took all four of his fingers to the knuckle. Sir bent in his thumb, made his hand into a spear and pressed. All the cum in Mike ass lubed up his invading digits perfectly. Mike moaned. Sir pressed forward. “Open up my cunt,” Mike said breathlessly. Sir smiled down at his boy. His hole really was a cunt now. After just a few week’s this boy’s hole had gone from a tight safe only almost virgin college jock’s hole to the cunt of a cum hungry sub pig slut. What would it be like after months of use? Of years. Sir grinned wickedly, and pressed his hand forward. Mike stood nervously at the front door of the address Sir had given him. What was he doing here? On Sir’s instructions he’d walked out of the house, followed his maps app across campus to a random residential street and was now standing awkwardly in front of an unassuming Craftsman house. What was he doing here, he wondered again. He’d woken up with an ass full of cum, been so turned on by that cum leaking out of him that he’d sucked off his straight teammate and swallowed his load, and then gotten bred again by Sir. He’d begged Sir to breed him. “Use my cumdump hole,” he’d said. Now he was at some stranger’s house with no information about him and he was actually considering knocking. He was considering that, wasn’t he, he asked himself. Even though he knew it that if he knocked he almost certainly wouldn’t be leaving this house till he had this stranger’s load in his ass too. His hole twitched. He licked his lips, thinking about Brad’s load going down his throat and how even as he’d swallowed it he’d wished it had gone in his ass. He’d wanted another load in his ass so badly he’d immediately begged Sir… he was spiraling. Even as it was happening he sensed it. He was trying to avoid the truth. The truth that even though he’d just been fucked full of cum by Sir, he wanted more. The truth that he was turned on by the fact that he didn’t know who was waiting on the other side of that door. Sir had told him to come here and he wanted to make Sir happy, that was all that mattered. The truth that he felt hotter and more sexy than he had in his entire life with an ass full of cum being pimped out by Sir. The truth that he was more turned on than he’d ever been before. Mike knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately as is the man who opened it had been standing there waiting. Mike was embarrassed thinking that this man had been watching his stand there wracked with indecision for as long as he had. “Um… I’m supposed to tell you that Jake sent me.” Mike blurted out. “I figured, come on in boy.” The man said stepping aside to let him in. Nervously Mike stepped in the door. The man closed the door behind him and gave Mike a wide smile. Probably in his early forties, he was taller than Mike by several inches. He had a handsome lean face. He was nowhere near as large and muscular as Sir, but still had an obviously athletic build. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt with thick curls of hair peeping over the collar. “My name’s Wolf,” he said, holding out a hand. A little confused at the formality Mike stuttered for a second before taking the man’s hand and replying, “I’m Mike.” “But that’s not what your Sir calls you is it?” “No…” “No… what does he call you?” “He calls me boy.” “Is that all?” “No. He calls me Good Boy, and um… he calls me faggot and slut and cumdump.” “Good,” Wolf took a step closer to Mike closing some of the distance between them. “He told me you’re new. That you’re just discovering your slutty side and could use a little breaking in.” “I…I guess you could say that.” “I like breaking in boys. Opening them up. Its one of my favorite things to do.” He was even closer to Mike now, his eyes never leaving Mike’s. “Do you want me to open you up?” “Yes.” Mike replied breathlessly. “Follow me.” Wolf broke their eye contact for the first time and moved quickly around Mike. Mike was breathless. His cock was hard as a rock in his pants and he could feel his hole puckering. Wolf led the boy to the back of the house, through a nice living room and kitchen, down a small hallway and into what should be the back bedroom. Except there was no bed in this room. In the middle of the room stood a sling above which was a large mirror. The floor was black almost like rubber. The walls were dark, and all of the lighting was in shades of red. Mike’s breath caught in his throat. This was a sex room like he’d never imagined existed in real life. “You like my playroom? I know, it can be a little overwhelming at first. But… I think, with what a good little slut Jake says you’re becoming that you’re going to be spending a lot of time here. Go on, get comfortable. Take off your clothes.” Mike swallowed hard and did as he was told. He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and after a second’s hesitation took off his briefs. He put his clothes in a pile next to the door and stood naked in front of the still clothed Wolf. The older man smiled, taking in Mike’s lean fit frame, the smattering of hair between his pecs, his flat stomach, thick bush, and throbbing dick. The boy’s body was excited, even if his mind was nervous. “I can see why Jake like’s you,” he said stepping up to Mike and running his hand along the boy’s torso. “You’re a sexy little fuck.” “Thank you, Sir.” “No, I’m not your Sir. That’s Jake’s title. You’ll call me Mr. Wolf, or Alpha. Understood.” “Yes… Yes Mr. Wolf.” “Good boy. Now, let’s get you in that sling pup and see what you’re working with.” Wolf grasped Mike by both of his shoulders, spun him around and walked him backwards towards the sling. He felt the leather seat bounce against his ass, then he was knocked backwards. He tumbled back into the saddle. Wolf gave him another shove getting the boy situated in the middle of the sling. Mike looked up at himself in the mirrored ceiling. He looked at himself without recognition for a moment. Surly the boy laying in a sling with his legs willingly raised into the air couldn’t be him. He was a good kid, careful and intentional. He didn’t let himself get caught up in things. Yet, that wasn’t true anymore. He was becoming impulsive, acting on his most hedonistic thoughts. He was being led by his hormones. It was him. There was no denying it. He was the one laying in the sling, looking at himself in a mirrored ceiling while a man, twenty years his senior and still fully dressed, strapped cuffs around his ankles and wrists. He watched Mr. Wolf clip the cuffs on his appendages to the chains of the sling, making it impossible for him to escape what was coming. Would he even want to escape though he wondered? Even if he hadn’t fully thought it through on the way over he’d come here wanting to get fucked. He’d known that was where this was going. There was no other reason Sir would send him to another man’s house. He’d come here without questioning it. Sir had told him to and he’d obeyed because he wanted it. He’d wanted to end up strapped into this sling with his hole presented to this strange man. Wolf smiled down at his new play thing. Fuck, Jake really does know how to pick them, he thought. Look at this sexy fucking college jock just desperate for cock. He remembered being twenty-one and discovering the joys of gay sex. He hadn’t taken to it like Mike had though. It had been years before he’d learned what a pig he really was. He was almost envious of the boy. He wasn’t going to waste years on vanilla sex. He was going to leave college with a degree and a cunt men would beg to fuck. “That’s better,” Mr Wolf said. “You look so fucking sexy splayed out like that for me boy.” “I feel so slutty,” Mike said, with a big grin on your face. “Feel? Pup you’ve got a load leaking out of your tight little hole and you came over to a stranger’s house to get fucked again. You are slutty.” Mike blushed but said, “Thank you Mr. Wolf.” “I’m going to do more than just fuck you though.” Wolf said, finally pulling his shirt off and revealing a lean fur covered torso. “Don’t get me wrong, I like breeding a warm ass as much as the next guy,” he shoved his pants to the ground and kicked them to the side. Wearing only a full looking jock now he stepped between Mike’s legs. “But I prefer taking my time and turning a hole,” he rubbed Mike’s pucker, “into a wet, loose, sloppy hole before I get my cock inside it.” He pushed a finger into Mike, the boy moaned his eyes drifting closed. “You’ve got a nice hole, there’s no denying that, but it’s new, still tight and clinging.” He slipped another finger in. “It needs training.” Mike moaned again. “Do you want that pup? You want me to train your hole? You want me to open you up? Jake’s done a good job of priming you but we can take this hole so much further. Is that what you want?” “Oh fuck yes!” “No, no. You know better. You have to tell me what you want.” “I want you to open my hole Mr. Wolf! I want you to train me! Open me up till I’ve got a hole you want to fuck!” “Good Boy. I hope you’re ready for it. Let’s open you up.” Mr. Wolf stepped away, moving out of Mike’s eye line. He heard him moving around, heard the snap of buckles and the unmistakable sound of lube slathering over something. Then Wolf reappeared. Mike’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. Wolf was still wearing his jockstrap, his cock hidden from view, but buckled in front of it was a strange contraption that held a thick monstrous looking dildo where is dick should be. Mike looked at the toy in shock. It was bright red, with a pointed tip that quickly swelled into a bulbous head. It then nipped in again before flaring into a girthy veined shaft. The base however was the most shocking part. About two thirds down the shaft was another wide bulb, almost double the girth of the head, that then quickly tapered down to a narrower shaft. There was no way Mr. Wolf was expecting to get that all inside his ass Mike thought, or was he? “Before you get my load,” Mr. Wolf said, “You’re going to learn to take my wolf cock completely. Most people assume I got my nickname Wolf for being hairy as a bear but too skinny to really be one.” He shook the strap on at Mike. “I got the name because I love fucking a boy till I’m knotted deep inside him. Don’t worry. I’m starting you out with my smallest knot. After you’re able to take this knot I’ll train you for the big ones.” “You’re… you’re going to put that in my ass?” Mike stammered. Mr. Wolf laughed, “I’m going to do more than that pup. I’m going to fuck your hole till my knot’s sliding in and out of your dripping pussy.” “I don’t… I don’t know if I can…” “Oh you’ll take it. Don’t worry.” Mr. Wolf moved between Mike’s legs and smiled his slightly overlong canine teeth glinting. He really does look like a hungry wolf, Mike thought. “Alright pup,” Mr. Wolf said. “I’m going to take it nice and slow, but you don’t get my load till you’ve taken this knot. Understood?” “Yes Alpha,” Mike said, suddenly feeling that honorific was more appropriate. “Good pup. You’ll be a nice little sub for Jake, and a good slutty beta pup for me, won’t you?” “Yes Alpha!” Wolf grinned and licked his chops. This was going to be fun. He slathered some more lube onto the head of his wolf cock and lined up the tip with Mike’s cummy pucker. The boy tensed as the cold plastic touched his skin. “Relax pup. That’s just the tip.” Mike took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. As he breather out his hole relaxed and the first inch of the silicone cock slid inside him. “Good pup. That’s it. Let me in.” “Holy shit.” Mike panted feeling more and more of Wolf’s strap on press inside of him. “Open your eyes pup. Look at me. Look at me. Right here.” Mike blinked, dragging his eyes from the mirrored ceiling where he was watching the red cock invade his still too tight hole, and looked Wolf in the eyes. “You can do this. You’re going to do this. I want you to focus on something else. Don’t think about how big my wolf cock is, or that you’re scared of my knot. Those being inside you are inevitabilities. Worrying if you can handle it isn’t going to change anything. Jake told me you were so horny after the first time he fucked you you dreamed about getting bred. You wanted it so bad you came in your sleep.” “Fuck… that’s so embarrassing.” Mike said blushing. “No its not. That’s you mind, your subconscious, helping you realize what you really want. I bet that wasn’t the last time you dreamed about getting bred is it? I bet last night, with another hot load fresh in your hole, you dreamed about it again didn’t you?” “Yes… It was… It was all I could think about when I got home from Sir’s.” “Good. Tell me more. Tell me about that dream. Tell me about your fantasies. What have you been imagining. I know you have been. I bet you got home last night, with Jake’s load deep inside you, and just lay there thinking about raw cock deep in your hole.” “I…” “Go on pup.” Wolf rocked back and forth sliding just the head of the wolf cock in and out of Mike’s hole. “I told myself I didn’t want it,” Mike started, “But… but I did. It was a lie. I thought that guys like me didn’t fuck raw. It just wasn’t something that we did, but I had. I’d been fucked raw. I’d let Sir cum inside me. He’d gotten me to say things… to admit thing.” “What kind of things pup?” “That I wanted him to cum inside me. That it made me feel like a slut and I liked that. I begged him for his load that first time. It turned me on so much to have him inside me raw. It felt so good I came without even touching myself. I wasn’t even totally hard. He fucked the cum out of me. Then I was scared and nervous but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It turned me on so much. I tried to ignore it but that was impossible.” Mike was on a role now. He didn’t notice Wolf pressing forward and working the first part of the shaft inside him. “His cum… it came… It leaked out of me the next day. It was so hot to see the load that had been inside me. I jerked off with my underwear soaked in his cum on my face. That night I dreamed about Sir fucking me. I dreamed that he fucked me over and over again till my hole was a loose sloppy mess. I woke up covered in cum. I didn’t even shower. I messaged Sir right away and a I took his load again that day.” “Was it different the second time? Was it different going there knowing what was going to happen? That you were going to a man’s house to get bred by him.” He rocked his hips forward fucking the first half of his wolf dick into the boy’s greedy hole. “I was nervous, but it was… it was freeing too. It felts so good taking his load… I was desperate to do it again.” “It was more than that though. You could get any man to fuck you. You could get any man to breed your sweet college boy hole… Why Jake?” “He… there’s something about him. He has some… He has a power over me. Its not just how good it feels to take his load… I want… I want to make him feel good. I want to submit to him. He makes me want to submit.” “That’s it pup. Keep going.” “The second time he said… something like… he said, ‘Let’s turn this hole into a proper pussy.’ Then he said, ‘nice college boy’s don’t have pussies, they have tight college boy holes. Only cumdumps, fags, sub pigs have pussies’. I didn’t know that… I’d never thought of myself as anything but a good college boy before, but when he said it… when he said that if I got my hole fucked into a pussy I wouldn’t be a nice college boy… I didn’t want to be one any more. I wanted to be his fag. I wanted him to use me as a cumdump. I wanted to be his sub. He called me a Good Boy and that made me want it even more. I want to be a Good Boy. “He made me say it. He made me beg him. He made me say that I was a cum hungry faggot. That I wanted him to make me his cumdump. I wanted him to breed my hole till it was a leaking cum filled pussy. I begged him over and over till he finally filled me with cum. I felt guilty again… sort of… after I got home. I was conflicted about what I’d said and what I thought I had been. I tried…well… it didn’t last long… but I tried to pretend that I hadn’t meant what I said. That it had been a heat of the moment thing. That wasn’t true though. I’d known as I said it that I was finally speaking the truth.” “What truth?” Wolf was fucking Mike’s hole slowly, pushing just a little more of the wolf dick into him with each thrust. “I am a faggot cumdump. I’m a pig. I’m a sub boy. At least I hope to be. I know I need more…more training before I can really be, but I want to be trained. I want to be opened up and stretched. I want boy for Sir, and a good beta pup for you. I wanna be a slut that other men use. This morning… Sir’s load leaked out of me at the gym. I ate it off my fingers in the bathroom… and then I was so turned on that when a straight friend of mine was telling me about how his girlfriend wasn’t putting out I offered to blow him. We went up to his room. Neither of us got undressed. He just closed his eyes and I sucked him off till he blew his load. It was so hot. I just wished I could have gotten him to fuck me. I wish his load had gone in my ass instead. I texted Sir immediately after. I went to his house and he bred me against the door. He used me like the slut that I am.” “And then he sent you to me for pussification.” “Yes Alpha!” “Good boy. Good pup. Look up in the mirror. Look how much of my wolf cock you’ve got in you.” “Holy shit!” Mike gasped. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Two thirds of the red silicone cock were buried inside him and the wide knot was pressing against his hole. “You see. I told you. Your hole is capable of more than you think it is. You just have to get out of your own way.” “I can’t… I cant believe it. Fuck! It feels so good Alpha. You wolf cock feels so good opening me up. Fuck!” “I know pup. Savor that. Focus on how good it feels. You want to feel like that more don’t you beta?” “Oh fuck yes. I want to be open like this all the time. I can’t stop thinking about getting fucked. I don’t just want to suck off one of my teammates. I want to be the team’s cock sucker. I want to be kneeling on the floor of the locker room as they take turns using my mouth. Or even better my hole. Just ass up on a bench as they all use me.” “You want a room full of men to breed you?” “Fuck yes! I want to put the new pussy I’m making to good use. I want to be so full of cum its just leaks out of me.” “That’s it pup, go into that fantasy. Tell your Alpha what you want. Tell me about the sub boy faggot beta you dream of being.” Quietly he started to push forward with the knot, slowly stretching Mike’s hole as the boy dreamed. “I wish my whole life could be about sex and making men feel good. Sending every day serving Sir and you… and anyone else. Sir would tell me to go places… like he did today… and there would be some friend of his, some guy who needed to get off. They would just use me like a slut. My team makes know… they fuck me when they want. Sir’s friends use me when they want. You use me when you want. You open me up and train my hole. You open me up so much that your whole wolf cock just slides inside me like its nothing. I can bounce up and down on it all day. Making my hole nice and sloppy for you to breed. Making my hole into the perfect cunt for my Alpha to fuck.” “Good pup. You’re a good little slut. Look up in the mirror again. You fucking did it pup.” “What?” Mike gasped. He’s felt himself stretching, felt his second hole open, but he hadn’t realized. He’d taken it. He’d taken Alpha’s wolf cock inside him. He was knotted. His hole had expended wide and then loosely closed around the shaft again. “Oh my god.” “You’ve got my knot inside you. How do you feel?” “So fucking good! Holy shit! I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I took that fucking knot. It didn’t hurt at all.” “That’s because youre a little fucking faggot,” Wolf said with an evil smile. “Your hole was made to take cock, even wolf cock. You long to have this little college boy hole stretched out into a big sloppy cunt, you told me yourself. So why wouldn’t you be able to open up and take me.” Wolf pulled back the knot slowly stretching Mike’s hole as he watched in the mirror. His ring clung to the widening shaft and then suddenly the knot burst out of him with a wet pop. Mike moaned. It felt amazing. His hole felt sloppy and wet. Wolf pushed forward again. This time Mike watched the knot disappear inside him. Precum streamed from his cock. He groaned. His head crashing back onto the sling. “Fucking ruin me,” he panted as Wolf started to fuck the knot in and out of him. “Fucking sloppy hole.” Wolf growled as he hammered into the boy. “Fuck yes. I’m going to make this hole it a big loose sloppy fucking cunt. A few weeks and you’ll be taking my fucking fist. Do you want that boy? Do you want my hand inside your guts?” “Fuck yes! Wreck my hole! Please Alpha! Remake my hole! Turn me into the perfect sub beta pup cunt!” “Jake’s going to love your fucking hole. He’ll never have to warm you up again when I’m done with you. He’ll just spit on your cunt and slide right inside. Is that what you want boy?” “Fuck yes! Please!” “Fuck! I cant wait any longer. I’ve got to get my cock inside your sloppy hole!” Wolf slammed forward till the knot was fully inside Mike’s hole. Then he unbuckled the straps from his waste leaving the dildo lodged in Mike’s ass. He stepped back for a moment and Mike craned his head to see Wolf’s cock finally be revealed. He pushed off the now precum and lube soaked jock letting his dick spring up. It wasn’t obscenely long, but it was fat. Thick around as a can of soda, and sporting a big blunt head. Mike’s eyes grew wide and smile spread across his lips. “Fuck yes. Shove that fat cock in me.” He said hungrily. “As you wish pup.” In one swift movement he pulled the dildo out of Mike’s hole, dropping it on the ground, and slammed his real cock deep inside the boy. Mike groaned, somehow Wolf’s cock felt even fatter than the knot that had just been inside him. Wolf immediately started to hammer his cock into Mike. He used the motion of the sling to sink his cock into the boy over and over. They were both grunting and panting. Sweat dripped off of them. The room stunk of sweat and lube. Mike’s eyes had glazed over. His face was a picture of blank contentment. Wolf had seen this look in boy’s eyes before. He’d given himself over to his cock lust. He’s whole world had shrunk to just the pleasure he was getting from the cock slamming into his hole. He was getting close. Wolf knew he wouldn’t last long now. That didn’t matter. He’d done what he’d wanted to do, what Jake had asked him to do. He’d broken the boy down just that little bit more. He’d gotten Mike to admit how much he loved servicing men, not just Jake. He’d gotten Mike to beg to be used and abused. He’d shown Mike just want his hole could become, and how good it would feel. He growled, first low in his chest, then slowly rising. His face turned red from the effort of holding back his orgasm. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. As a howl burst from his mouth his balls contracted and his cock throbbed. Mike gave a contented sigh. He knew what was happening. He felt the warmth spreading into his guts as Wolf unloaded inside him. Bliss filled his mind blotting everything else out. He was lost in the pleasure of another man’s orgasm. Cum dripped from the end of his own cock, but he didn’t think much about it. He was getting more pleasure from the cock cuming inside him than he ever had from his own. As Wolf’s orgasm subsided, and his breathing slowed to a pant, he looked down at the boy. Mike smiled at him, a big shit eating grin, and said, “Thank you Alpha. Thank you for making me your beta pup as well as Sir’s boy.” “You’re welcome pup.” Wolf said, and for the first time, kissed Mike.

Before Mike was even home he had the hookup app open and was messaging Sir. It was useless to pretend he didn’t want to or that he hadn’t been turned on by what had happened yesterday. He’d been so turned on buy Sir’s load leaking out of him that he’d just come on to and blown one of his straight team mates. He licked his lips. He could still taste Brad’s sweat. Sir’s answer came quickly. “Ready for more already boy? I guessed it would take you at least two days to be horny enough to admit you wanted more of my raw cock.” “I’m ready now Sir.” Mike replied as he walked. “I was so turned on when your load started leaking out of me that I offered to blow my friend when he said his girlfriend wasn’t putting out.” “Fuck boy.” “I can still taste his load in my mouth.” “Holy shit, he took you up on it?” “And blew a massive load down my throat!” “Good Boy!” Mike’s cock gave a little twitch reading the words he now craved. “I kind of wish he’d fucked me though Sir… Swallowing his load was hot but…” “You missed feeling a cock exploded deep in your guts?” “Yes! And he’s thick Sir. It would have felt so good. Not as good as you… but still!” “Good Boy. Give in to your horny impulses.” “Yes Sir!” “Where are you now?” “Almost back to my apartment.” “You ready to beg me to breed your ass again boy?” “Yes Sir! As soon as I swallowed my friend’s load bouncing on your cock was all I could think about.” “Well come over and get it then fag.” Sir replied with a picture of his beautiful hard dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans. “On my way!” Sir grabbed Mike and dragged him through the door. “Turn around faggot.” He growled. Mike did as he was told and turned around so he was facing Sir’s front door. Without warning Sir pulled down Mike’s gym shorts and briefs in one move. A firm hand pushed him forward against the door. Mike was in shock. This was so different from his other encounters with Sir, but it was also so hot. Rough hands spread Mike’s cheeks and warm spit was slathered onto his hole. “Fuck yes,” Sir said in a low harsh voice, “Your holes still wet and open from yesterday. I can feel my load in there. You’re already all lubed up for me.” He wrapped one arm around Mike holding him in place and lined up his cock with the other. Mike was panicking, could he really take Sir’s cock with no warm up like this? He didn’t have much of a choice though. Sir pressed forward, his cock head pushing against Mike’s hole. Mike took a deep breath and let it all out, willing his body to relax. Half of Sir’s cock sunk into him. They both moaned. Sir didn’t wait for Mike to adjust to his cock. He powered forward, filling the boy’s hole. He bucked, using his new play thing. The first fuck had been Mike’s indoctrination, his initiation into the world of raw sex. The second fuck had been about getting Mike to admit what he wanted. This fuck was to show him how he belonged to. Even if he swallowed every guy on the soccer team he belonged to Sir. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sir! Holy fuck!” Mike whimpered against the door. Sir held him frim, keeping the boy pinned as he hammered away. It wouldn’t be long now. This fuck was about ownership not about pleasure. He reared back. Taking a deep breath and flooded his boy. “That’s it faggot. Take my load. Feel it filling you up. That’s what you wanted isn’t it. That’s what you couldn’t get sucking off your little straight friend. You needed cum up your ass. Fuck yes boy.” “Fuck yes Sir! Fill me up! Breed my pussy! Use my cumdump hole!” “Good Boy. Good faggot. Fuck.” Sir pulled out slowly, and pulled his pants up. “On my god Sir that was so fucking hot!” “Your hole was made to be bred… you’re a good cock sucker, but you’re a better cumdump. Fuck. Ok I wish I could spend all afternoon pumping you full of cum but I’ve actually got a meeting for work.” He looked at his watch, and then back at his boy. “You know what… I’ve got an idea. Stay there.” Mike stayed put, with his pants still around his ankeles, while Sir left the room. He heard what sounded like Sir making a phone call. Then after a few moments Sir came back with a big grin on his face. “Since I can’t spend the afternoon working your pussy over and you seem so eager to please other men I’ve got a little surprise for you. Oh, you can pull your pants up.” Mike blushed and pulled up his pants. “Here give me your phone.” Mike handed over his phone. “First, here’s my number. Stupid you didn’t have it already. Second.” Sir opened another app. “I’m putting an address into your maps. Go here, knock on the door and tell the man that Jake sent you.”

Mike lay on his bed naked and sweaty staring up at the ceiling. He’s said he wouldn’t go back on the app. He’d sworn it to himself. He’d said he wouldn’t talk to Sir again, let alone go over to his house. He’d told himself it had to be a one-time mistake. But that hadn’t been possible. It had felt like a compulsion, a choice that was completely out of his hands. Now, after spending almost two hours at Sir’s house he was once more full of Sir’s seed and wracked with guilt. As he thought about it though, maybe he didn’t really feel that guilty. He couldn’t do it again, obviously. There were just too many risks involved with unprotected sex. It just wasn’t what guys like him did. Guys like him… he thought about that phrase for a second trying to square the image he had always had of himself with the memory of begging Sir to breed him. Did nice college boys do that? Was that something that a nice college boy could do? Could he really call it a fluke? Sure, he’d been caught up in the moment, but he’d also meant what he said. He really had been dreaming about Sir’s cock, about how good it had felt to take his load. He really had jerked off with briefs soaked in Sir’s load over his nose. He’d loved how slutty it had all made him feel. “I loved having your load inside me so much! I loved feeling it leak out of me! … Make me your cumdump Sir! My hole needs to be fucked! I need your raw cock! I need it! … I’m your faggot sub Sir! I’m your boy! … ! I want to be your cumdump! … Fuck my hole till it’s a cummy pussy! Fucking breed me Sir!” He’d said that. He’d said all those words and he’d meant every one of them. Unconsciously Mike’s hand drifted down his body. It ran over his firm pecs; down his trail mingled with his pubes; teased across the base of his semi hard cock; fondled his sack; and then as he pulled his legs up, rubbed his tender hole. He let out a little moan. His ass felt slick between his cheeks, his hole still sensitive and a little puffy. Deep inside of him sat Sir’s load. He could have tried to push it out as soon as he got home. Get the seed out of his hole. He hadn’t though. He’d stripped off his clothes, and fallen onto his bed. He didn’t rush to the bathroom because in the end, he didn’t want to. He was turned on knowing that his guts were full of another man’s spunk. He was turned on too by the now ever-present risk of that spunk leaking out of him. It made him feel slutty, and though he was still working on admitting it, he liked feeling slutty. It wasn’t until the middle of the next day when Sir’s load finally bubbled out of him. He was at the gym with a few of his friends from the soccer team when suddenly he felt it. His crack felt slick and he felt pressure at his hole. He almost dropped his weights in his hurry to get to the bathroom, and only just made it to the stall before a big glob pushed out of him. He stood panting in the bathroom stall for a second, unsure of what to do. Without thinking through any of the next steps he reached between his cheeks and wiped the cum from his hole with his bare hand. His fingers were now covered in Sir’s load. The load that had been inside him for almost a whole day. He looked at it, paused, and then licked his fingers clean. He did that twice more before finally wiping himself clean, washing his hands and heading back out into the gym. “You alright man you were in there for ages,” his friend said when he came back to the free weights. “Oh yeah… um… I just… I had to shit.” Mike said, suddenly aware that his cock was half hard. Did his breath smell like cum now, he wondered? “Are you done with your work out? We’re all ready to leave,” another of his friends asked. “Yeah! I’m good. Let’s go.” The left in a group. A couple of them showered at the gym but most of them dressed and left intending to shower back at their own apartments. Just as Mike was about to turn off and head back to his please, his thoughts consumed with the load he’d just eaten from his own ass, his friend Brad clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, do you wanna grab some food? I’m starving.” Brad asked. Mike paused, what he really wanted to do was go home and finger his still cummy hole. “Come one. I haven’t seen you in ages. Lets get an early dinner. We can go over to the dining hall.” “Sure, why not.” Mike, however, was distracted all though dinner. He couldn’t keep his mind off thoughts of lust as he picked out food and followed Brad over to a table in the corner. It was like the only thoughts in his head were about sex. He tried to listen as Brad talked, tried to engage but it was all an act. He wasn’t really present. His attention only really snapped back when he registered Brad saying, “I mean she doesn’t even go down on me any more.” “What?” Mike said, a little too loudly. “Christy, its like she’s lost all interest in me. She won’t let me fuck her, she’ wont go down on me. Nothing. Seriously its been like a month. I’m dying. Jerking off is one thing but once you’ve had a chicks mouth around your…” he broke off, and laughed, “sorry probably too graphic on the straight sex stuff for you. I’m sure you have no problems. When its two dudes I bet sex is easy to come by.” “You’d be surprised,” Mike said, somewhat honestly. “I don’t really get much action at school. Most guys are still figuring themselves out, or are kinda prudes.” He didn’t talk about his sex life with his teammates often. This was almost uncharted territory from him. Not that any of them had ever made him feel uncomfortable for being gay, he’d just always kept to himself a little. It made things easier he thought. “Seriously?” “Yeah seriously.” “Fuck. Somehow, I’d always thought being gay made it easier. Like you’re a good looking guy… I assumed you’d be getting your dick sucked left and right.” Mike laughed. “What makes you think I’m not the one who would be doing the sucking.” He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe it was because he was already so horny. Maybe it was some wall Sir had broken down in him getting him to say he was a sub cumdump faggot pig. The words just tumbled out of them before he could really think. “Shit Mike.” Brad said, blushing a little. “I guess I just never thought… so you… you such other guys?” “Yeah, that’s kinda what being gay means.” “Right…right,” now it was Brad’s turn to laugh. “I should have guessed gay guys would do a lot of 69ing.” “Not that much…” Mike paused and then with a wicked grin said, “Besides I’m much happier on my knees just focusing on a guy’s hard cock.” He had no idea where the boldness came from, but he looked Brad right in the eyes and held his gaze. “You… you just suck them and don’t want them to… to suck you in return,” Brad stammered lightly. “Not necessarily.” “So… If… If someone wanted to just get a…” “Brad… are you asking me to suck you off?” “I’m not gay!” “I never said you were… but it seems like…” “It’s just been a long time… Christy man…” Brad replied quietly. “Right.” “I wasn’t trying to…” “You still got that single room upstairs?” Mike said, his tone low. “Yeah…” Brad’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Then let’s go.” Mike led the way and after a beat Brad followed. They road the elevator in silence up to Brad’s floor and then walked quickly, almost furtively to Brad’s room. Once inside they both stood awkwardly for a moment. Mike’s bravado had faded. The rush of hormones that had led him to the elevator was gone and now he just felt nervous again. His eyes flitted about the room, looking for anywhere but Brad’s face to land. Almost instantly he found his attention drawn to the crotch of Brad’s work out shorts. Even though Brad was silent and standing a little awkwardly his shorts had started to tent. The thought of getting his dick sucked even if it was by a guy after a month of neglect was enough for him to get a little hard. Mike smiled, his cock lust returned. They both wanted this. Mike’s brain toyed with that for a moment. He wanted this. He wanted to suck his friend off with no chance of reciprocation. He just wanted to make this man feel good. There was nothing in it for him… no, that wasn’t true. If he sucked Brad off he’d get to swallow another load. Brad’s load, that was his reward. He stepped forward, and put his hands on Brad’s shoulders steering him towards the bed. “Clothes your eyes, and don’t think about it being me. Just think about how good it feels,” he said in a soft whisper. With that he sat Brad down on the edge of the bed and undid his short. He pulled his teammates shorts off, tossing them aside and then knelt between his knees. He leaned in, smelling the musky scent of Brad’s sweaty boxers. It made his mouth water. Brad’s cock twitched. Despite his trepidations about hooking up with a guy Brad was ready for a good wet blow job. Gently Mike hooked his fingers around the waist of Brad’s boxers and pulled them down. “Fuck,” Mike whispered appreciatively. Hidden away in Brad’s loose-fitting underwear had been a fat, half hard snake. Springing up from unkept pubes, with big overfull balls swinging below, it looked delicious. Mike wasted no time. He took hold of the thickening shaft and licked the salty head. It tasted different from Sir’s but delicious all the same. Brad let out a groan. Mike swallowed his friends cock down in on gulp, feeling it harden in his throat. He bobbed up and down on it making sure to drool lots of spit onto the shaft. He wanted to impress Brad, to do better than any girl who had ever blown him. He wanted this to be the best blow job of Brad’s like. He licked the length of the shaft, flicked his tongue over the slit. He shoved himself forward till he choked. Brad grunted and groaned. The occasional “Fuck. Holy shit,” escaping his mouth. He was panting. His head was tossed back and his eyes closed tight. He couldn’t believe what was happening. How had he gone from telling his gay friend about his troubles with his on again off again girlfriend to getting a blow job from a guy. It felt so good though. There was no pretending it didn’t. Almost involuntarily he put his hand on the back of Mike’s head pushing him into his crotch. Mike just gulped and swallowed more of Brad’s shaft. No girl had ever done that. Fuck! Brad thought. “Holy shit Mike!” Brad panted. “Fuck dude… I don’t… fuck um… Mike… um… holy shit… I’m close. If you don’t… fuck… I’m gonna. Mike… seriously… I’m gonna… holy shit!” Mike grabbed Brad’s hips and held himself in place as his friends began to squirm and buck. He knew what was coming, what Brad was trying to warn him about. He wanted Brad to cum down his throat. “Holy shit I’m gonna cum!” Brad groaned breathlessly. His balls contracted, pressing into Mike’s chin. His cock gave a powerful throb, and the first volley shot into Mike’s hungry mouth. Pump after pump shot out of Brad’s cock. A month’s worth of pent up sexual energy expended down another guy’s throat. His whole body was shaking. Mike swallowed every drop. It was delicious. He loved it. He loved the feeling of Brad’s hard cock pulsing in his mouth. He loved the hot liquid hitting his tongue. He felt sexy and he gulped down his friends load. Now he had at least part of Sir’s load in his hole, and Brad’s load in his stomach. He felt like a slut… and he loved it. Having swallowed every last drop of Brad’s cum Mike wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat back on his haunches. Slowly Brad opened his eyes looking a little sheepish. “Fuck… I didn’t think… fuck… sorry I came in your… Jesus. I can’t believe I’m saying this to a guy. Sorry I came in your mouth.” Brad stammered. “Don’t worry about it.” Mike said with a smile. “I loved it. Look, you don’t have to think to hard about it. You were horny cause Christy’s not putting out and I offered to blow you. That doesn’t make you gay. It just makes you a horny guy who wanted to get off.” And it was fucking hot for me, he added mentally. “I’ve got some studying to do. I’ll see you around…and…and if you need another, just let me know.” With that Mike left Brad still naked from the waist down, and went back to his apartment.

Mike practically screamed and his hole was split open. Stars burst before his eyes. His ass burned. But just for a moment. As quickly as it had come the pain drifted away leaving only the euphoria that only came from being stretched wide by a fat cock. His screams turned to moans, his body relaxing. “Yeah. Fuck yeah boy. Take my fucking cock. That’s it. That’s what you’ve been dreaming about. Isn’t it? You’ve been dreaming about my fat cock in your tight hole. You’ve been dreaming about me splitting you open and filling you with my hot seed. Fuck yeah. I’m going to fucking fill you up boy. My seeds going to be leaking out of you for days.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Fill me up!” Sir slammed his cock in and out of Mike’s hole. They were both sweating. The room already stunk of musk and sex. Mike’s body was shaking under Sir’s intense pounding. There would be no going back for the boy now, Sir knew. He’d admitted to himself what he wanted, what’s more he’d given into that want and he’d never be able to ignore that. He’d probably feel guilty, or embarrassed for a couple of days but that would soon be replaced by horny desperation. Then he’d be back, begging Sir for another load, and when he did Mike would be fully under Sir’s control. Mike held his legs under the knees, keeping them pressed tight to his chest. His breath was ragged, as it was forced out of his with each powerful thrust from Sir’s cock. He felt his hole opening up as Sir kept up his blistering pace. All resistance had gone out of his body. He’d been taken over by the pleasure of his fantasies coming true. Sir grinned at the boy’s slack jaw and whimpering sounds. “Fuck you’ve got a sweet hole boy. Its going to be so fun to ruin. Fuck. Its going to be so fun to turn your tight college hole into a fucking cumdump pussy. Fuck yes!” “Ruin me Sir! Please! Make me your cumdump. Make me your sub! Make me your fag boy.” “Oh sweet boy. Sweet sweet Good Boy. You’re already my fag boy. You were my fag boy when you came smelling my load in your briefs. You were my sub when you got naked for me just because I told you to. You were my sub when you swallowed my piss down without question.” “Fuck Sir!” “Now you’ve admitted it there’s no going back. You’re my fucking sub faggot.” “Fuck!” “What are you boy?” “I’m your faggot sub Sir! I’m your boy!” “That’s right! And once my loads in your hole you’ll be my cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir! I want to be your cumdump!” “You want to feel my load leaking out of you?” “Yes Sir!” “You want to feel me drip out of your hole while you’re sitting in class like a fucking slut?” “Yes Sir! Make me your slut!” “Yeah. You’re a slut for raw cock aren’t you? You love being filled with cum!” “Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I loved having your load inside me so much! I loved feeling it leak out of me!” “Yeah fucking faggot! That’s it. Sexy little slut. Your hole looks so good stretched around my cock. Fuck yeah. Your hole’s clinging to the sides of my cock. Can you feel that? Can you feel me pulling your hole out with me? Opening you up?” “Holy shit Sir! It feels so good! Your cock is so fucking thick! Its so good. God, I love your raw cock. I love it deep inside me! Fuck yes! Stretch me out Sir! Fuck! This is even better than last time!” “That’s because you know what to expect boy. You’re not shocked. You’re ready for it. You’ve given yourself up to your cock lust once before, so now its easier to let go and just enjoy it. Next time it will be even easier. The time after that you probably won’t even question how good it feels. You just give in. You just give me this warm wet hole and let me fuck it till it’s a gaping cum filled pussy.” “Fuck! Yes! Sir! Fuck my hole till it’s a cummy pussy! Fucking breed me Sir!” Sir grabbed Mike’s legs and held them apart hammering his cock down into the boys hole. Mike’s eyes rolled backwards. The feelings were overwhelming. His hole had become the center of his universe. His cock lay, still only half hard, against his stomach streaming precum into his trail. That didn’t matter. It was all about his hole and how good Sir’s cock felt pounding into it. Drops of sweat fell for Sir’s face onto Mike’s chest. The room felt hot and stuffy. The air was permeated with the hot smells of rutting men. “Good boy. Take my dick. Take it deep. That’s it. Open up for me. Open that hole. You feel that? I’m past your second hole. Your body remembers. Your body knows how to take my dick now. Your body wants to give itself to me. That’s because your hole was made to be bred.” “Fuck yes! Make me your cumdump Sir! My hole needs to be fucked! I need your raw cock! I need it! I fucking dreamed about you breeding me! I need this!” “Yes you do boy! You’re a fucking faggot! A sub boy! A bottom pig! You need to be filled with cock. You need raw dick. You body craves it! You need it! You need my cock! Fuck yes!” Sir was panting now, his strokes becoming animalistic and erratic. Mike knew what was coming. Sir sneered at him, his face contorted with the effort of not cumming. He couldn’t hold it back though. Mike’s warm hole was too much for him. With a roar he slammed his cock into Mike and started to cum. Thick hot ropes of cum pumped into Mike’s guts as Sir’s balls contracted. Mike closed his eyes savoring the warmth that spread through him.

The two men grinned at each other over Mike’s panting body. The one who had just bred Mike’s hungry hole pulled out and took his friend’s place at his head. He slapped his dick on Mike’s mouth prompting the boy to turn and suck the man’s dick clean. Even in the dim red light Sir could see the big grin on Mike’s face. He loved sucking cock. He loved tasting all the cum from his hole too. “Come on, let’s go. I gotta piss.” The first man said to his friend. “No need to leave!” Mike said eagerly and opened his mouth wide. “You want my piss load too boy?” “Yes please Sir! Piss down my throat!” “Fucking faggot,” replied the man who had just fucked him. “Piss in the boy’s mouth Sam.” The first man closed his eyes for a second, aiming his cock at Mike’s mouth. Sir watched him take a few calming breaths, willing his cock to go soft enough to let out a stream of piss. Then, suddenly after a long pause, hot piss shot from his cock head directly into Mike’s waiting mouth. The boy let his mouth fill with piss before closing it for a spit second to swallow. Only a few drops splashed onto the floor, the rest he gobbled up greedily. “Jesus,” Sir thought, “how the fuck did I get so lucky with this one. He’s a natural born pig.” “Swallow it. All the way down. That’s it. Get my balls on your chin boy. Show me how much you need this cock. We both know you’re desperate for it. You haven’t been able to think of anything else. You’ve been dreaming of this fucking cock. Show me how much you love me cock.” Mike was desperate. He had his hands on Sir’s hips, pulling himself forward, shoving Sir’s cock down his throat. He swallowed hard willing Sir’s fat head to sink even further down. His eyes were watering. Thick spit dripped from his chin. His face was red. He was sweating. His dick was not quite hard, hanging down over his balls, but a constant stream of precum leaked from the tip till it formed a puddle on the floor. “Good boy. Show me you need this cock.” Sir pulled his cock from Mike’s mouth. A long string of spit hung between Mike’s lips and it’s head. Sir grinned. “You like sucking my cock don’t you boy?” “Yes… yes Sir.” Mike panted. “Look at your little cock leak. You’re not even hard boy and you’ve made a mess all over my floor. You fucking love being my little cock sucker.” “Yes Sir! I love sucking your cock.” “No… not just sucking my cock, say it. You love being my cocksucker.” “I love being your cocksucker Sir!” “Good boy. You’re such a Good Boy. Say it again.” “I’m you’re cocksucker Sir!” “Perfect. Now you’re starting to learn your place. What you really are. Last time you were here you didn’t know what you were in for. You just went with the flow, did what felt good. You didn’t really know what you were giving into.” He was holding Mike’s chin in his hand, keeping the boy’s face turned up to him. “This time. This time you came here on purpose. You knew that coming here ment giving yourself to me. That’s what you wanted. That’s what you’ve been dreaming about. Open your mouth.” Mike did as he was told. Looking right up into Sir’s eyes he opened his mouth. He was expecting Sir to force his cock back down his throat. Instead, Sir grinned, seemed to suck his teeth for a second and then spat a big wad of spit right into Mike’s mouth. “Swallow boy.” Mike gulped. He’d never had a man spit in his mouth like that. He felt momentarily ashamed to admit it, but he found it hot. “That’s it. Swallow my spit boy. It turns you on to submit to me. Its not just my raw cock that you’ve been dreaming of is it?” Mike paused, even though he was here kneeling in front of the man he called Sir it was hard to admit. He nodded. “Not geed enough boy. You’ve got to say it. Good Boys have to speak up.” “It turns me on to submit to you Sir.” “Good boy. What else?” “I… It… I want you to use me Sir. I want to be your Good Boy.” “That’s it. Good boy. All you have to do is be honest with me and yourself, and you’ll get everything you could wish. Open your mouth again.” Mike opened his mouth, lookup up at Sir’s lips ready for his spit this time. Sir, however, had other plans. He put the tip of his cock on Mike’s chin and held the boy’s head tight in his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to relax. “I expect you to swallow every last drop.” For a second Mike was confused and then the first drop of hot piss hit his tongue. None of his previous hookups had involved anything remotely kinky. He’d never considered the idea of drinking another man’s piss. Yet after a few seconds his mouth was filled with Sir’s hot salty piss and he know he either was about to disappoint Sir or had to swallow. He closed his eyes and swallowed. Then he swallowed again. And again. He gulped down Sir’s entire bladder’s worth of piss till his stomach felt warm and full. Even as the stream ended he daren’t move, he just sat there with his mouth open, ready for more. “Good Boy. Good Boy.” Sir said, running his hands through Mike’s hair. “That was perfect. I’m so proud of you boy. You didn’t even flinch. You just swallowed my piss because I told you to. You sexy little fuck. Did it turn you on? Did you like drinking my piss right from the tap?” Mike licked his lips, he looked up into Sir’s eyes and answered honestly. “Yes. That was so fucking hot. It was so… so… [banned word]. Like so wrong. I never thought about drinking… Fuck Sir! That was so fucking hot!” “Fucking pig.” Sir said and grabbed Mike under the arm pits. He dragged the boy up into a bear hug and pressed their lips together. His tongue forced its way into Mike’s mouth. The two tumbled backwards. Sir dragged Mike onto his lap. Instinctively the boy spread his legs and straddled Sir’s torso. They kissed franticly. Mike’s hands roamed all over Sir’s body. He grabbed despearatly at his perfect man’s chest, feeling the thick hair that grew there, the pert sensitive nipples. Sir moaned into Mike’s mouth as the boy’s fingers flicked across his chest. Mike ground his ass back against Sir’s steel hard cock. The spit slicked head rubbed against Mike’s hungry hole. Last time it had taken lots and lots of prep for him to even consider taking Sir’s cock. This time he was desperate for it. He broke their kiss and spat into his hand. He reached behind him and speared Sir’s cock head with his spit. Sir chuckled. “You want it bad don’t you boy?” “Please fuck me Sir!” “Oh I will boy.” Sir grinned, “But your sweet hole cant take me like that, not yet any way.” Sir grabbed Mike by the hips and tossed him onto the bed. They landed together, with Sir now standing at the foot of the bed between Mike’s legs. He bent down and kissed the desperate boy one more time before kneeling down and spreading Mike’s legs. “Time to open this hole up and start making it into a proper pussy,” he said before diving in. Mike moaned. Sir’s tongue felt blissful against his hole. It was better than he remembered. His body felt electric. He pulled his knees into his chest exposing his hole to Sir. Greedily the two slammed together. Sir devoured the boy. He couldn’t help himself. Watching the boy become a piggy sub in front of his eyes had him ravenous. He needed it just as much as Mike did. He needed to feel Mike’s hole become slack around his cock as he fucked it. He needed to feel Mike’s hole slowly bloom and gape, becoming a well used boy cunt. He needed to breed Mike. He needed to make the boy his. He forced his tongue roughly forward, forcing Mike’s hole to open for him. The boy moaned, gasping as Sir tongue fucked his hole. Sir knew Mike wasn’t as open as last time, knew that his hole wasn’t as well prepped, but he couldn’t take it any more. He stood up, looking over his prey and lined up his cock. “Please, please Sir. I haven’t… I haven’t been able to think of anything else since you fucked me. Please Sir! Fuck me! Please fill me with another load. Use me! Make me your boy. Fuck my hole into a pussy!” “You want me to turn your tight little college boy hole into a pussy? You want me to fuck you till your loose and gaped? Dripping with cum?” “Yes please Sir!” “You know normal college boys don’t have boy pussies. Do you know who has boy pussies?” “No Sir…?” “Cumdumps. Subs. Fag boys.” He pushed his cock against Mike’s quivering hole. “Is that what you want to be boy? You want me to turn you into my cumdump?” Mike paused. He knew the answer but he struggled to say it. Sir pushed his cock against Mike’s hole again. Mike groaned. “Fuck. Yes Sir. I want to be your cumdump.” “Good boy. You want to be my sub cumdump?” “Yes Sir!” “You want to be my fag boy?” “Yes Sir! I want to be your fag boy Sir! I’m your faggot. Please fuck me! Breed me! Make my hole into a pussy!” “Good Boy.” Sir growled and shoved his cock into Mike’s hole.

“I knew you’d be back sooner or later,” Sir said opening the door with a smile, “Though, I thought you’d actually take a little longer to come around. I’m impressed boy.” Mike had lay on his sticky sheets paralyzed by his own revelations for another hour. He’d told himself he should get up and shower the evidence of his wet dream away but found himself unable to move. It felt like someone else was guiding his hand when he’d picked up his phone. As if some subconscious decision had been made without his conscious mind being made aware. He immediately opened up the hookup app he told himself he was done with, pulled up Sir’s profile and messaged him. There was no big confession of his lust or anything like that. Just simple pleasantries and then Sir telling Mike to come over in an hour. Almost as if in a dream Mike had gotten dressed, not bothering to shower the dried cum off his body, and went back over to Sir’s house knowing that it meant he was going to get fucked raw again. Sir ushered the boy inside and looked him up and down. He looked a little rough, like he hadn’t been sleeping. He was cracking, Sir thought, he loved getting bred, it turned him on so much but he felt guilty about it in the post nut clarity. But, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was eating him up. He wanted it again. So now here he was, more nervous than he had been the first time because he knew what was coming and it scared him how much he wanted it. Sir smiled, this was perfect. He’d had a good feeling about Mike from the beginning of their first meeting. He was pliable, formable, with a natural lilt towards submission. If he pushed the boy just right he’d become one hell of a fag boy. “It’s ok that you’re nervous,” Sir said as he caught Mike around the waist. He pulled him close and planted a firm kiss on the boy’s lips. Mike was stiff for a moment, but his resolve faltered and he melted into Sir’s embrace. That’s it boy, Sir thought, give yourself to me. “We’ll take it slow, we won’t do anything you don’t want. But… I’m guessing that since you’re back… you’re after something special.” Sir grinned at Mike. The boy looked sheepishly up at the older man and nodded. “Go on, it’s ok. Say what you want. Tell me what you need. Be a Good Boy.” There it was, the phrase that had been subconsciously ringing in Mike’s mind for days. Good Boy. He took a deep breath, looked Sir right in the eyes and said, “I want you to breed me again.” “Good boy. You’ve been thinking about my cock since you left haven’t you?” “Yes… Yes Sir. I even…” Mike faltered, but Sir gave him an encouraging smile so he pressed on. “I even dreamed about it. Last night. I had a… I had a wet dream.” “What happened in your wet dream?” “You were fucking me. Over and over. You just kept going. You came inside me over and over again till…” “Till what?” “Till my hole was all loose and cum was dripping out of it.” “And that made you cum in your sleep?” “Yes Sir. The sheets were soaked and I was… I… well… I kinda didn’t think to take a shower. I just came right over, so I still have it all over me.” Mike looked down at the floor embarrassed. What had he been thinking! Sir put his hand under Mike’s chin and tilted his head back up to look him in the eye. “You don’t have to be embarrassed boy. Did it turn you on waking up covered in cum?” “Yes.” Mike said sheepishly. “It turned you on so much you didn’t want to clean it up did you. You didn’t forget. You wanted to be covered in cum.” Mike paused, Sir was right. He’d had every opportunity to clean himself up. He hadn’t wanted to. “Yes… uh… yes Sir.” “That’s right. You like being coved in cum. It’s a turn on. Embrace it. Don’t be embarrassed. Give into what turns you on.” “Yes Sir.” Sir took Mike’s hand and led him back into the bedroom. For a moment Sir considered taking him to the play room, but Mike wasn’t ready for that yet. No. This time he’d need hand holding. He had to relish in how good it felt to give into being a boy. He pulled Mike into another kiss, slipping his hands under the boy’s shirt. There was no resistance this time. Mike let Sir pull his shirt up and over his head, then returned to their kiss. Then Sir pushed undid Mikes pants and dropped them. Instinctively Mike kicked them off to the side. Gingerly Sir slid off the boy’s underpants so that he was completely naked while Sir was fully clothed. It was a power play, a subtle reinforcement of Mike’s place in their dynamic without pushing him too hard. Sir held Mike at arm’s length and grinned. The boy really was covered in dried cum. His thick treasure trail was matted down with it. “You weren’t kidding. That was a big load you blew in your sleep. Was that the only time you came since we last met?” Sir sat down on the edge of the bed leaving Mike standing naked in front of him. Mike felt exposed, but turned on all the same. He was slightly embarrassed to realize the exposure was making him hard. He swallowed, took a deep breath and answered Sir. “No… um… no I jerked off a lot. I jerked off right when I got home actually. I started… I started fingering myself. I could feel your load in me and I got so worked up I came.” “Any other times?” “Well… um… yesterday… your load kinda… um… it came out. I thought, well… anyway it was right before class and my underpants were soaked. I tried to clean it up but I just felt wet and slick all through class which… well… it turned me on. Then when I was almost home it happened again and I… I ended up jerking off with the underpants full of your cum on my face.” “Good Boy. Look down, look at your cock. You’re hard as a rock. It turned you on to tell me that didn’t it? Especially that last one.” “Um… well… Yes Sir. I guess there’s no denying that,” Mike laughed gesturing at his cock sticking straight out, the head already shiny with precum. “You’re learning that you have some piggy tendencies, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s something to be proud of. Something that men will cherish about you. Don’t shy away from that.” Sir took his own pants off revealing an already straining jock. “Come over here boy. On your knees.” Mike rushed forward and got between Sir’s legs. “Go on, get my cock out. You’ve been dreaming of it. You came here for it even though you felt conflicted about that. Get it out and taste it.” Mike’s hands shook a little as he pulled the pouch of Sir’s jock to the side and freed his beast. It somehow looked even bigger than he’d remembered. Bigger and more beautiful. This was the cock that had bred him. The last time he’d sucked it, it has just been a cock he was enamored with. Now, now it was something special. Now it was the cock that had really taken his virginity. The cock that had flooded him with cum for the first time. The cock he dreamed about. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head. His eyes closed tight in reverence. “That’s it boy.” Sir cooed putting his hand on the back of Mike’s head and spreading his legs wide. “Worship that cock,” he said as if he’d read Mike’s mind. “I bred you with that cock. The last time you came to my house you were a safe only college boy but you left full of my spunk any way. And now you’re back for more. Show my cock how much you missed it. Show me how much you’ve been longing for my dick.” He leaned back and pulled his shirt off. Mike’s head was bobbing franticly. He smiled down at the boy, he was fucking desperate for it. It had only been three days and the boy was craving his cock. If he did this right Mike would graduate college a bonified cock slut. Mike lost himself in sucking Sir’s cock. He didn’t care that his jaw had started to hurt or that his eyes were watering from trying to gulp down as much of the thick shaft as he could. He just closed his eyes and drifted away. All of the guilt he’d felt melted away. With his mouth around the cock that had bred him he forgot all that and focused only on pleasuring the man in front of him. Sir moaned in appreciation. Mike really was an excellent cock sucker. He laced his fingers in Mike’s hair, occasionally holding the boy tight to his crotch. Mike would gulp and deep throat Sir’s cock for as long as he could before he gasped for breath, pulling back panting. “Good Boy. That’s it. Good Boy. Suck my cock down.”

Mike was completely distracted for the rest of the day, unable to think about anything other than what he had just done. He had gone from downloading a hookup at to meeting up with a strange man in less than an hour. Then, just two hours after that he’d returned back to his apartment with his hole full of the man’s seed. He hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d stripped naked as soon as he was in his room and ran his fingers over his hole. It felt tender, and slick. His finger sank easily into its depth. He added another and another. Quickly working himself back into a frenzy till he couldn’t take it and jerked off. Then he lay on his bed covered in another load, feeling guilty. He couldn’t do that again he decided. He’d delete the app. He’d chalk it all up to a one-time lapse in judgment. It wouldn’t happen again. Yet, when it came time to delete the app, he couldn’t do it. He just stared at the icon. In the end he left it, vowing not to open it. The next day after a fitful night sleep he tried to go back to business as usual. Just after lunch he felt a strange bubbling in his anus, a pressure he didn’t understand. He thought maybe it was gas, but as soon as he relaxed to let it pass he knew that was wrong. Though it had never happened to him before he immediately knew what the slickness between his cheeks meant. He rushed to the bathroom and darted into a stall. He pulled his pants down and was immediately hit with the scent of cum. He looked in his boxer briefs, the whole seat was covered in cum, the fabric soaked through. “Fuck,” he said quietly to himself. He wiped out his underpants as best he could, it was that or sit through his next class commando and he didn’t want to do that either. As it was his ass just felt slick and wet the whole time making it impossible for him to think of anything but sex. More specifically Sir’s raw cock pumping deep inside his hole. It happened again on his walk home from class, just at the front steps to his building. He climbed the steps awkwardly, his cock hardening as he went. Inside his room he stripped naked. For a moment he thought about throwing out his cum soaked underpants, but suddenly changed his mind. He wasn’t quite sure how it happened but as his orgasm subsided he realized he’d fallen onto his bed and jerked himself off with the cummy boxer briefs pressed tight to his nose. He felt guilty, he shouldn’t be turned on by this. He’d made a deal with himself… and yet. That night he even dreamed about being fucked raw. Over and over Sir bred him in his dreams till his hole was a massive and slack dripping with cum. He woke up, his heart pounding, in a puddle of cum. He’d cum in his sleep. A wet fucking dream? He thought exasperatedly. He lay there in his sticky sheets finally admitting that denying it was useless. Taking Sir’s load had been a revelation and there was no going back. He’d liked it too much. It had made him feel too good. Now he longed for it. It was hard to admit but Sir was right. It was a longing, a need, a growing addition, and he was going to have to give in sooner or later.

The bear grunted as he unloaded into Mike’s gaping hole. They both let out a satisfied sigh. The bear slowly withdrew his softening cock and Mike let out a little grunt. He felt empty without a cock or a plug in him. He’d become use to being filled all the time, and he’d started to crave it. Sir smiled at his boy. Pushing himself away from the wall intending to free Mike from the sling but stopped when a couple walked into the room, looked at Mike and nodded to each other. They both dropped their towels off to the side and walked naked over to Mike. One slid his already hard cock into Mike’s exposed hole, and the other slapped his dick against Mike’s mouth. Dutifully the boy turned his head and opened his mouth. He swallowed the man’s cock and sucked on it hungrily. How this boy has changed, thought Sir. He came to me a cute innocent horny college jock and now he’s a desperate cock slut. It wasn’t just his mind Sir had changed. Little by little Sir had changed Mike’s appearance. First it had been little things. A shorter haircut. Then a thin chain with a discreate lock on it. Then a buzz cut a week later. A few days after that it had been a much thicker more obvious chain and lock. It had been Mike’s idea to pierce his nipples, he said he’d seen a guy at the gym with thick barbells through his nipples and thought it was hot. The next day they’d gone to a tattoo shop and got both his nipples pierced. A few days after that Sir had locked Mike’s cock away in a tight black cage saying, “You never jerk off now anyway, and you look like such a hot little slut with your cock locked up.” Mike had agreed and accepted the cage happily. Now todays addition a temporary tattoo, at least temporary for now, right above Mike’s crotch that said in big block letters: SLUT. The man fucking Mike gave a grunt and unloaded his balls deep inside the boy. He paused catching his breath and pulled out. As the second man switched from Mike’s mouth to his hole his mind drifted back to the first time Sir had fucked him and how his whole world had changed in an instance. Mike gasped. The previous times he’d been fucked hadn’t been anything like this. His hole stretched open, greedily swallowing Sir’s thick shaft. He felt electric as Sir’s head pressed deeper and deeper inside his body. He was shaking, sweat covered his body. “Open your eyes boy. Look at me while I fuck you.” Mike hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes he was so overwhelmed by Sir’s raw cock. He blinked them open, looking up into Sir’s handsome face. Sir grinned wickedly. “That feels good doesn’t it boy? My raw cock sliding into your tight hole. Fuck yes. Your sweet hole feels so good wrapped around my shaft.” “Holy shit Sir!” Mike panted. “It’s so good. You’re so big! So fucking thick! Holy fuck! I’ve… I’ve never felt anything like it. Oh my God!” “Yeah. That’s it boy. Give into that. Give your hole over to me. Open it up. Deep breath and then let it all out. Let me get really deep in your guts.” Mike took a deep breath and tried to relax more as he let all the air out of his lungs. Something within him started to give, like his hole was opening up all over again. Except this time the feeling came from inside his guts. There was moment of tension, just bordering on painful and then bliss. Mike could see Sir sink into him. His hips pushing forward to meet Mike’s furry cheeks. Sir let out a long sigh. He gripped Mike’s thighs and pulled them together. The last inch of his cock finally forced into Mike’s hole. “That’s it. Good boy. Fuck. Such a good boy. Giving me your hole like that. Such a good fucking boy. Do you feel that? I’m past your second hole. No one’s ever been this deep in you have they?” “No Sir! Oh my God!” “No… no they haven’t. That’s because you haven’t had a real man’s cock before.” He leaned over Mike’s body. He pushed forward, spreading Mike’s legs wide, and kissed him hard. Mike opened his mouth for Sir’s invading tongue. “All it took was a real cock to open you your second hole. A real raw cock and your holes gaping wide for it. Your hole loves raw cock. I can tell. I can feel it pulsing around my dick.” “Fuck! It feels so good. I can’t… I can’t believe it. Fuck! I’ve never felt anything like it. It just feels so… so… so…” “Perfect?” “Yes!” “That’s because this is how men were meant to fuck. Condoms just get in the way of that. Raw is law boy, and Good Boys know that. You want to be a Good Boy… don’t you?” The way Sir emphasized “Good Boy” Mike knew this was something special. This was more than just being praised. This was something to aspire to. A role he suddenly longed to take on. It didn’t just want to please this man, he wanted to be Sir’s Good Boy. “Yes Sir! I want to be a Good Boy.” Mike said, his eyes locked on Sir’s. “Good Boy’s don’t make men pull out. Good Boy’s take their Sir’s loads. Are you going to take my load boy?” “Yes Sir!” “You want me to breed you boy? You don’t just want this cock raw you want my cum inside you? You want me to fill you up with my hot spunk?” “Yes Sir! I want to be your Good Boy! I want it.” “Say it!” “I want you to breed me Sir!” “That’s it… give yourself to me! I’ll make you into a Good Boy in the end!” Sir planted another rough kiss on Mike’s lips and reared back. He grabbed the boy by the thighs and hammered his cock home. He bucked back with each stroke till his cock head was just inside Mike’s quickly slackening hole. Then he’d slam it in so that he burst through Mike’s second hole over and over. Mike was in heaven. None of his previous sexual encounters had been anything like this. It was something he imagined only happened in porn. He almost didn’t believe this was real like, but the waves of pleasure crashing though his body told him otherwise. Sir gabbed Mike’s legs roughly and in one clean moment flipped them both so that Sir was now laying on his back and Mike was sitting on him impaled on his cock. Mike’s whole body was shaking, the move and somehow forced even more of Sir inside of him and he couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Ride me boy, show me how much you love this cock.” Mike did as he was told. He pulled himself up off Sir’s dick, gasping and shaking, and then plunged back down again. Over and over he dropped himself down Sir’s shaft. Each time Sir’s cock head bashed against Mike’s prostate a thick bead of precum leaked out of his totally forgotten semi hard cock. Mike’s eyes were closed now, his hands running over his own body in sexual ecstasy. He felt so good. He felt hot. He felt sexy. He felt… slutty. That last though really got him. He felt slutty and he liked it. “It feels good doesn’t it boy. You like riding my dick.” Sir said, neither sentence a question but rather a statement. He knew how his new boy was feeling. “It’s amazing Sir. Truly.” Mike said slamming himself down and looking down at Sir. He had a big sloppy grin on his face. I’ve got him, Sir thought to himself. “I’ve never felt like this. Holy shit.” Mike bounced a few more times on Sir’s cock. “Holy fuck. Just… fuck… you’re so big and so deep. Oh my God. I love it. It feels so good to be stretched around your fucking dick.” “That’s right boy… but that’s not all is it?” “I feel hot! I feel sexy! I feel like a fucking slut! You’re in me raw.” Mike bounced harder, his hands planed firmly on Sir’s furry chest, fingers flicking across his nipples. “I’ve got a raw cock in me. Its… its… just not something that people do… or… I was told you’re not supposed to do… or want… but fuck it feels so good, and wrong… and that’s fucking hot… fuck! It makes me feel like a slut and… and I like it! I like feeling slutty!” “Good boy. That’s my Good Boy.” Sir cooed. He shifted his weight and knocked them both sideways again. He pressed Mike’s legs up into his chest and drove his cock down hard. Mike moaned. “You think you feel like a slut now…” Sir said ramping up speed, “Just wait till you’re full of my cum. I’m going to breed you so fucking deep boy. You’re going to feel me inside you for days. I’m going to show you what being a slut really feels like.” “Please Sir! Please! Give it to me! Breed me! Make me a slut! Give it to me raw! I want to feel it! I want to feel your load inside me! Please!” “Good Boy! Good fucking boy! Beg me for my load!” “Breed me! I’ve never wanted anything this much in my whole life! Please! Please Sir! Breed my hole!” “Yeah! Take my seed boy!” Sir roared and slammed his cock balls deep into Mike’s quivering ass. He groaned as his balls tightened up and then launched their contents into Mike’s virgin guts. They both moaned. Mike could feel it. He couldn’t believe it but he could. He could feel Sir’s cock throbbing, he felt the warmth of his load spreading through his hole. It was heaven. He whimpered and begged, “Yes, please! Give it to me.” His own cock, still only half hard quivered and spilled a big load all over his treasure trail. Pump after pump of hot cum was shot into him till Sir’s breathing finally started to slow down again and his cock stopped throbbing. Slowly Sir pulled his cock from Mike’s hole. “How does it feel to have your first load inside you?” “I… I don’t know,” Mike said. With his own load now spilled he felt exposed and overwhelmed. The post orgasm clarity crept in telling him that what he’d done was wrong… but also it had felt good. It had felt more than good. It had felt amazing. It still felt amazing. Laying there, looking up at the big brute of a man who had just given him his first raw fuck he felt hot and sexy in a way he’d never felt after one of his college hook ups. Still, he felt nervous too, unable to voice his inner desires with the same freedom he had while riding Sir’s cock. “It’s ok. It can be a little overwhelming the first time. You’ll come around. Good Boys like you… they need to be fucked raw. They crave it. Its addicting to them. Its ok they boy.” He lent forward and gave Mike a soft kiss. “It’s ok that you’re overwhelmed.” Sir got up and tossed Mike a towel. “Clean yourself up a little bit, go home, think about how much you enjoyed my big fat cock fucking you raw. When you’re ready for another load, you know where to find me.”

Mike coughed and spluttered, gasping for air, when Sir finally took his cock out of the boy’s throat. His eyes were red and watery, his entire face was covered in spit. Sweat covered his chest, and his stomach was covered in his own precum. Sir grinned. He’d managed in just under an hour to make this innocent college jock look like well-used faggot cocksucker. Looks were deceiving though, they boy maybe covered in sweat and spit with a sloppy grin on his face, but in his mind, he was still a good wholesome boy. If Sir was to really have fun with him he’d have to break him of that. He wondered, looking down at Mike’s cute smiling face, if he could. Could he break this boy? Could he take him from being basically a virgin to a real bottom boy? Could he make him into a cumdump? How far could he push this boy? “Fuck boy,” he said, in a low growl, “You might just be a natural born cock sucker. You took that so well.” “Thank you, Sir,” Mike gasped. He still hadn’t quite caught his breath. “Flip over, and spin around. I think it’s time for you to show me that tight college boy hole.” Mike’s heart thudded in his chest. He’d been so lost in trying to deep throat Sir’s cock he’d forgotten about Sir’s promise to get balls deep inside him before the day was over. He blinked a few times, stealing his nerve. Sir watched the wheels turning in the boy’s head, and gave his cock a little shake. That did it. Mike’s eyes darted to Sir’s spit slicked cock head and he immediately rolled over. He wanted Sir’s cock. He was scared, Sir could tell, but he wanted it all the same. Sir grabbed Mike by the hips and pulled hip up so his chest was pressed into he mattress and his ass was sticking up in the air. “Fuck,” Sir growled getting a good look at Mike’s ass for the first time. He gave the jock’s round, bouncy, furry cheek a light slap making the boy jump. “Fuck you’ve got a nice ass.” “Thank you Sir!” “Anyone ever eaten your hole before boy?” “Only one guy, and just for a second…” “Well then you’re in for a treat,” Sir said. He spread Mike’s cheeks wide with both hands exposing his tight pink pucker. Hair swirled around its perimeter, drawing Sir’s eye to it’s center. He smiled wickedly, licked his lips and dove in. At first, he went slowly, flicking his tongue across Mike’s hole delicately. Mike whimpered at the alien sensation. Then he built up a little pace, dancing his tongue around the edges of the boy’s pucker, sucking occasionally on the flesh. He pushed his tongue hard against the tight sphincter, willing it to open for him. Mike moaned into the mattress. He’d never felt anything like this. The guy who’d eaten him out at school had really just spit on his hole a few times before giving up and getting a condom ready. It was nothing like this. “Oh my God! Oh my God,” he panted over and over again, unable to process what was happening behind him. Sir grunted his approval, never letting up the assault on Mike’s hole. He poked and prodded, dancing his tongue all over. He tickled the boys ring, slowly opening him up. He felt it, little by little Mike’s hole blossomed for him. Under his steady assault it was slowly transforming from the tight and alluring ass of a curious college jock to the warm wet hole of a willing bottom. “That feels so good! Holy Shit! I’ve never… fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that! Oh my god!” Mike arched his back and pushed his ass into Sir’s face, willing his tongue to penetrate him deeper. “I’ve got him,” Sir thought, as he felt Mike push back into him. “He’s getting hungry for it.” “Feels good, doesn’t it boy,” he said out loud, rubbing his finger over the boy’s hole. “Oh my god Sir! It feels so fucking good! Please! Please… don’t stop!” Sir hawked a big wad of spit onto Mike’s hole and rubbed it in with his finger. He pushed at the center of Mike’s pucker feeling the weakened resistance. He pushed harder. Mike moaned. He spat onto the boy’s hole again, rubbing his finder back and forth. Mike’s hole was failing, little by little it was giving up the fight against Sir’s invading digit. “Oh please Sir! Please!” Mike begged. Sir sucked on his finger, getting its full length slick. He spat once more onto Mike’s hole and then slid his finger into the jock’s barely open hole. Mike gasped. He tried to pull away but Sir held him in place with his other hand. “No, no boy, stay right there. That’s it. Stay right there. I’m going to open you up nice and slow. No need to panic. That’s it, take a deep breath. Very good. Any time you feel pressure, or like its too much take a deep breath, hold it for a moment and then let it out. All the tension in your body will just drift away. Drift away and you’ll open up for me.” Sir slowly took his finger out of Mike’s hole as he talked, and then just as slowly pushed it back in. “That’s it, open up for me. Good boy.” Mike groaned. He loved hearing Sir call him a good boy. It sent electric shivers through him every time he heard it. He didn’t understand why but he wanted this man’s approval, and the longer he spent with him the more desperate he became for it. “Please Sir! Open me up!” “Good boy. Good boy. That’s it. Feel that? Feel how easy that’s getting. That’s your hole blossoming for me. Its opening up. It wants to be opened up.” “Fuck! Please!” Sir spat onto Mike’s hole again, bringing a second finger against his hole. He pushed. There was a moment of resistance. Sir watched Mike’s back rise and fall as he let out a deep breath, and felt the boy’s hole open. He slid a second finger into his hole. He twisted and pulled them, working the sides of Mike’s sphincter till it felt more relaxed around the base of his fingers. Then he added more spit and added a finger from the other hand too. The boy was shaking when Sir managed to get two fingers from each hand inside him. He felt like he was being stretched wide, but he liked it. He liked feeling each of Sir’s fingers slide inside him. He liked the sense of achievement he got as each one finally breached his sphincter. It was like working out, each finger added was like finally going up a weight on a machine. The achievement sent endorphins coursing through him. He loved the feeling of accomplishment almost as much as he loved the physical sensation of having his hole spread wide. “Good boy. Fuck! Look at this pretty fucking hole. Stretched wide around my four fingers. Feel that boy? Your tight little hole’s being spread wide around my fingers.” “It feels so fucking good Sir! Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy fucking shit!” “You like that boy don’t you boy? You like being spread wide by my fingers.” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, but if you think my fingers feel good… imagine how good my cock will feel. Sliding in and out of you, opening up your hole, stretching you out…” “Fuck!” “You want it, don’t you boy. You want to feel my big fucking daddy cock inside your tight little hole. You want to be stretched around my shaft. Don’t you.” “Yes…” Mike panted. “Yes what?” “Yes Sir…” “That’s the right answer most of the time… but this time… this time you have to say it. If you want my cock inside your hole. If you want to feel me stretching you out you have to say it.” “Fuck…” Mike was breathless, his heart was pounding. He ground his ass back on Sir’s fingers, though for a second and said, “Please! Sir, I want you inside me! I want you to open me up! Stretch me out! Please Sir!” “Good boy, flip over on your back. You’re going to watch me open you up for the first time.” Sir gently slipped his fingers from Mike’s hole, and the boy flipped over on the bed. Almost instinctually Mike pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole once more to Sir. Sir grinned. He stepped up to the edge of the bed getting between Mike’s legs. He rubbed his cock on the boy’s hole, and then brought his hand to his mouth. He lobbed a big wad of spit into his palm. He smeared it all over his cock, wiping the excess on Mike’s quivering hole. “Remember boy, deep breath and all the tension melts away. I’m about to open this hole up wide.” He pressed his cock head against Mike’s hole feeling the resistance. “Wait… Sir… aren’t,” Mike faltered, “aren’t you going to use a condom?” “I never do… besides your hole’s so tight that a condom would just break. No. If you want this cock you’re gonna take it raw.” He pushed again, making Mike squirm but refraining from entraining him yet. Mike moaned. Sir’s cock teased his hole. He wanted it. Now that he was this close he couldn’t not. He wanted to be stretched around its wide shaft. He wanted to know what it was like. He wanted to make Sir happy. He swallowed hard. “Please Sir… fuck me raw.” “Good boy.” Sir spat one more time onto his shaft and leaned over Mike’s prone body. He pushed forward, a slow steady pressure, and Mike’s hole gave way.

Mike’s hands were sweating as he knocked on Sir’s door. What was he thinking going over to some strange man’s house? He’d never even asked the man his name. The man had called him boy and everything else had gone out of his mind. As soon as he’d sent “See you soon,” he’d called a car and dashed out of the house. The whole ride over he’d sat staring at Sir’s pics, imagining what that big blunt cock would feel like in his hand, in his mouth, in his hole. That last thought scared and excited him in equal measure. He’d never taken anything that big, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to even take the head if it was as big as it looked… but he wanted to. Thought Mike wasn’t ready to admit it, the more sex he had, and the more porn he watched the more he dreamed of taking a big cock. In the quiet recesses of his erotic mind he imagined what it would feel like to be slowly worked open till his hole gaped wide and a thick cock slide deep inside him. He watched guys on the internet getting drilled by massive dicks, and secretly wished that was happening to him too. Sometimes when he was really turned on after stroking his cock for hours he’d find himself watching some random man on twitter or some porno’s hole get hollowed out by a fat raw cock. He’d watch with a horrified fascination as the bottom’s hole grew to accommodate the invading shaft, becoming pink and puffy. Though he couldn’t admit it, even to himself, he loved seeing a hot load drip out of a guy’s spent hole. He’d cum almost immediately and then close the browser as quickly as he could, ashamed of where his lust had just taken him. How would he feel after this, he wondered weakly, if jerking off made him feel guilty how would hooking up make him feel? Sir opened the door in a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a black tank top. Mike’s mouth went dry. He was even more attractive in person than in the pictures. At just over six feet he towered over Mike, forcing the college jock to look up into his square handsome face. Mike hungrily took in the salt and pepper stubble; the thick mat of chest hair erupting up from the top of the tank top; the strong stout hairy forearms; and the tree trunk like fur covered legs. His eyes quickly honed in on the obvious bulge in Sir’s shorts. Involuntarily he licked his lips. “Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to come inside and have some fun?” Sir said, his gruff voice light and teasing. “Oh, um sorry!” Mike stammered, following Sir inside. “No need to be sorry boy,” there was that word again, now spoken out loud. It sent a shiver down Mike’s spine. “It’s ok to be nervous. This is your first time meeting someone from an app?” “Yeah… well… my first time even talking to someone on an app. I found your profile as soon as I downloaded it.” “Really. That’s pretty ballzy.” “I guess so… I… well… I guess I didn’t think much about it.” “Well, don’t start over thinking things now boy.” He’d led Mike down a hall and around a corner to a door at the far end of the house. “You’ve got nothing to be scare of with me. I’m going to make you feel real good.” Sir reached forward and grabbed Mike by the small of his back, pulling him forward. Mike melted into the other man, letting himself be drawn forward till they were pressed together. Sir’s other hand came up to Mike’s chin and tilted his face up. It was like a bolt of electricity was shooting between them. Mike couldn’t look away. His gaze was locked on Sir’s eyes as their faces got closer and closer together. He took a shallow breath, and then Sir pressed his mouth to Mike’s. Mike became putty in his hands almost instantly. He’d never felt stubble like Sir’s against his face. He loved it. He loved how rough it felt, completely unlike the facial hair of his peers. This was what it was like to kiss a real man. He opened his mouth and let Sir’s tongue slip past his lips. He let Sir guide him, relaxing into the older man’s touch. Sir opened the door behind him, and still locked together, they tumbled into the back bedroom. He dragged the boy across the floor, never breaking their kiss. Finally he pushed Mike back against the bed, allowing their mouths to part at last. Mike looked up, now perched on the edge of the mattress at the beautiful Adonis before him. “So this is your first time meeting up with a guy just for sex?” “Yeah…” Mike replied sheepishly. “Don’t be ashamed boy, we all start somewhere. Most of the time I like my boys a little more experienced but… I thought it might be fun to really break one in from the start.” As he said this he pulled his shirt off revealing his broad chest. His nipples stood out proud from the swirling hair on his chest, a silver barbell through both of them. Mike gulped. The guys he’d hooked up with in college were cute, but Sir was right out of his wet dreams. “Now, this is just your first hook up right, not your first time? Though, at this point it doesn’t matter if it’s your first time or fiftieth, we both know this ends with me balls deep inside you, even if that takes the rest of the day.” Mike’s eyes bugged out at that. “I’ve had sex with guys before… college guys… usually just guys I meet at parties. We make out, I blow them, sometimes they blow me…” “Have you been fucked before boy?” Sir took a step forward so he was really looming over Mike. “Yes! But only a few times.” “Safe?” “Yes, always!” “Did you like it? Getting fucked by them?” “Yeah… It felt good!” “I sense some hesitation there boy…” “No, its just… I always imagine its going to feel better than it does. But its still fucking hot, and I want to get fucked more. I want…” “What boy?” “Well… I’ve never taken anyone as big as… but I want… I’d love for you to fuck me.” “Good boy, that’s what I like to hear: honesty. Like I said, we both know this doesn’t end till I’m balls deep inside you.” “Yes Sir!” Mike responded almost instinctually. “Good boy. Now, why don’t you strip off and show me that hot college jock body.” Nervously Mike stood up. His hands shook as he pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it to the floor. Sir smiled wickedly taking in the boy’s toned growing body. Mike’s body was at that very specific and short-lived moment where all the softness of youth had melted away, but none of the harness of manhood had set in. His pecs were round and rim though not overly large. A small patch of hair grew between them, almost but not quite connecting to the wide triangular trail that covered most of his flat stomach and vanished into his waistband. The boy hesitated for a moment before hooking his thumbs into his shorts and pushing them to the ground so he was standing in front of Sir in just his underwear. Sir gave him an encouraging nod, noticing the already obvious wet spot forming at Mike’s crotch. Mike took a deep breath, and pulled down his boxer briefs. He was now completely naked, his hard cock sticking straight out in front of him, with a man he’d just met, who’s name he didn’t know. “Fucking sexy boy.” Sir growled, closing the distance between them. “Hot fucking jock.” He pulled Mike into another frantic, frenetic kiss. “You’ll gonna look even cuter with my cock in your mouth though, why don’t you get on your knees for me boy?” It was phrased like a question, but it didn’t feel like that to Mike. It felt like a command, one he couldn’t help but obey. He dropped to his knees and looked up at Sir with big desperate eyes. “Just take your time boy,” Sir said, before he pulled his bulging shorts down, “We’ve got all fucking day.” Sir’s cock hung, half hard, from a thick nest of pubes. Even only partly inflated it was a sight to behold. Uncut, and broad, with thick veins twisting around the shaft. As it hardened the foreskin quickly retracted exposing a fat, blunt looking mushroom head. With basically no taper it was as wide at the tip head as it was at the base of the shaft. It looked impossible, but Mike wanted it. “Open your mouth boy,” Sir instructed. Mike obeyed instantly, hanging his jaw slack. Sir stepped forward and lightly rested his cockhead on Mike’s lips. “Just take the tip. Lick it. Get my taste in your mouth.” Mike stuck out his tongue and lapped at Sir’s fat head. It tasted unlike any cock he’d ever sucked before. Salty, and musky, not for the last time that afternoon Mike thought “This is a real man’s cock.” He tried desperately to get more and more of Sir’s head into his mouth, swallowing as much as he could. As he did it continued to swell growing harder and thicker. He grabbed at Sir’s hips trying to get purchase to pull himself forward. Though all his previous hookups had been hurried and drunken Mike knew he loved sucking cock. He quickly worked up a thick wet wads of spit as he gobbled down more and more of Sir’s shaft. His cheeks were stretched tight. His jaw started to hurt. Still he wanted Sir’s cock deeper down his throat. Sir gave an appreciative growl and twisted one of his hands into Mike’s hair. He held the boy’s head in place and pushed his hips forward. He pressed more and more of his cock down Mike’s throat, holding him there till he couldn’t take it anymore and gagged hard. Sir pulled back, allowing Mike to gasp for air once before shoving his dick down the boy’s throat again. Over and over he fucked Mike’s throat, bringing him right to the point of gagging, before letting him up for air. When Sir finally pushed Mike off of his cock, tossing him onto the bed, he was red faced, gasping for air, and covered in thick saliva. “Holy shit boy,” Sir said, a wide smile on his face. “I was not expecting that.” “I may not have been fucked much,” Mike said, wiping his chin, “but I love sucking cock.” “And you’re fucking good at it. Shit.” Sir stroked his fat cock a few times, feeling Mike’s spit along the shaft. “Lay on your back with your head off the bed. Let’s see if you’re as good a cock sucker as you think you are. You cocky little fuck.” “Yes Sir!” Mike responded. He liked calling this man Sir. It felt right. Though he’d never been instructed to it just seemed like the most obvious thing in the world. Mike spun around and lay on his back with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. He watched Sir, now towering above him, move over his head, and squat down. He opened his mouth. Sir’s dick slid easily past his lips, and to the back of his mouth. Mike took a deep breath through his nose, and swallowed. In one long thrust Sir sank almost half his cock into Mike’s willing throat. Mike fought off his gag reflex and tried to relax as Sir started to face fuck him. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” Mike thought. “I feel so fucking sexy.” His cock was hard as a rock, and sticking straight up from his well trimmed pubes. Thick drops of precum leaked from the tip, dripping down into his pubes and making his balls slick. “Oh yeah, good boy. Good fucking boy. Swallowing my fat daddy cock. I was right. You look so cute with my cocks stretching out those pretty lips. A cute little slut. That’s what you look like. A cute hungry cock sucking slut.” Sir growled as he drove his cock in and out of Mike’s mouth.

Mike was blindfolded laying on his back as yet another mystery cock entered his hole. He moaned. His hole was tender. He had no idea how long he’d been there. The blindfold made it impossible to tell sense the passing of time. It could have been a whirlwind forty-five minutes, or a hole destroying five hours. He had no concept. What he did know was that he was now so full of cum that the cocks were just sliding into him without any resistance. His legs were spread wide. His current top holding his ankles far apart as he hammered his fat cock into Mike’s wet hole. He was grunting deeply, he wouldn’t last long Mike thought. Not that that mattered. He was here for volume not a good long fuck. Sir had said he wanted Mike’s hole sloppy and used. It was how Mike would prove he’d really given himself over to Sir. That Mike was really committed to being Sir’s cumdump. Mike hadn’t realized just how used Sir had meant. He’s though Sir would have had him here in the bathhouse sling for a while, get Mike to take a couple anonymous cocks and then he would scoop up his new boy and take him away somewhere private to play with. That was not what had happened. Mike had lost count after the tenth cock slid inside him. He’s become just a hole then. His mind had drifted away and all that was left was a hole to be filled. Sir watched from the corner as man after man took advantage of his new play thing. He’d had his doubts about the cocky college jock, but Mike was proving him wrong. The boy’s body was covered in sweat, his chest heaved as another man unloaded inside him. His stomach was covered in precum as it leaked from his semi hard cock. Sir had thought Mike would take maybe three cocks before he begged to be let up from the sling. Then Sir would have gotten him up, fucked his cummy hole one last time and then sent him on his way. Mike, however, had been in the sling for almost three hours, and had sixteen men cum inside him. If he made it through four more cocks Sir would let him up, take him home, and give him his reward. For right now, it was just a waiting game for Sir. “Please, please breed me. I need more!” Mike begged as the seventeenth man pressed his cock into him. At first, he’d just been doing this because Sir asked him to. He would have done anything Sir asked him to do. After he’s lost count of how many men had fucked him, however, it had become about something else. With his wrists and ankles tied to the chains of the sling he couldn’t touch his own cock. It just lay on his stomach forgotten and leaking. His inability to bring himself to climax had kept him in a state of blind horniness. Now each load pumped into him was the reward. When a top came inside him it was like Mike came too. He got a new kind of orgasmic pleasure from taking loads. As another man came inside him Mike thought, this is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had from my cock. Eighteen loads in, only two more and the boy would have proved himself. Sir’s cock was hard and drooling in his jock. The nervous boy who had showed up at his house two weeks prior, never having been with a man older than him, never having been fucked raw, or taken a load, was transforming into a cum hungry slut in front of his eyes. For a moment the room was empty, just Mike in the sling and Sir leaning against the wall. “Please, Sir are you there? Please fuck me! I’m so horny. It feels so good! I need more! Please Sir! Someone fuck me!” Someone… that desperate cry was music to Sir’s ears. He’d broken the boy, he didn’t care who bred him now, he just knew he needed more raw cock. “Fuck me! Please! Someone use me cummy hole. Fill me up with your punk!” Another man came around the corner. Young, twinky, the sort of guy you’d normally think was a bottom. He looked at Mike strapped to the sling and begging for more. He grinned, pulled his bulging jock to the side and whipped out a big fat “Skinny White Boy” dick. Sir grinned, its ways the ones you least expect. The twink stepped between Mike’s legs and gave the bottom what he was begging for. Nineteen loads. Just as the twink was finishing a big bear walked into the room. “He’s all yours,” said the twink and the bear just growled. The bear wasted no time in slamming his cock right into Mike’s dripping hole. He fucked Mike like a rutting bull, using swing of the slings chains to slam the boy’s ass against his cock. Mike moaned and whimpered, begging the man to breed him. Sir smiled listening to his broken boy beg. This was not the same boy who’d hit messaged him on Scruff that Saturday. “Hey! How’s it going,” Mike typed nervously. He’d never tried to hook up with anyone on an app before. Really most of his hookups had just been drunken accidents after parties, hurried make outs and blow jobs hoping they didn’t get caught. He’d only actually gone all the way with a guy three times. Always safe. He liked it. He wanted more of it, but he didn’t really know how to find guys to… well… he’d heard about these hook up apps so he thought, what the hell. He wasn’t not out, guys on the soccer team knew, but he was still nervous showing his face on the app so he made a profile with several pictures of his shirtless torso, set his preferences to bottom and started scrolling. The profile stood out to him immediately. A rough looking man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, a close-cropped beard, square handsome face, and what promised to be a strong hair covered body, profile name “SIR.” Mike had never really admitted it but that’s the sort of man who turned him on. Big burly men who looked like they could toss him around. Men old enough to be his father. Still, even though he watched guys like that in porn almost every time he jerked off, he’d never had a chance to act on that attraction. In a moment of bravery though Mike clicked on the Sir’s profile and messaged him. “Got a face pic?” Came Sir’s reply. Mike paused for a moment, took a deep breath and sent him an uncropped version of his profiled photo showing his full face. “Fuck you’re cute!” “Thank you Sir. You’re really sexy.” “Thanks boy.” …boy… looking at the word sent a jolt through Mike. It made his dick hard. “What you looking for on here boy?” “Dunno… I just downloaded the app. Haven’t done much but I was horny and hoping for some fun.” “This kinda fun?” Sir unlocked his album and Mike’s jaw hit the floor. He was presented with picture after picture of a big thick broad headed cock thrusting out from a thick nest of pubes. His mouth was watering. He’d never seen a cock like that. Immediately he knew he wanted to see it in person. “That kind of fun exactly!” Mike unlocked his own album which contained a couple of mirror pictures of his ass. “You’ve got a cute ass boy, and your profile says you’re a bottom. You think you can handle all this?” “Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve only been fucked a few times, but I’d love to try.” “I’ll be frank boy, I don’t usually play with inexperienced bottoms. I like boys who can take my cock and don’t complain, but if you’re serious about wanting it I’m willing to make an exception.” “I want it!” “Prove it. Be here in thirty minutes.” Sir sent an address. Mike stared at it for a long minute, not sure what to do, but then his hormones got the better of him. “On my way!” he responded. “See you soon,” said Sir, assuming the boy would flake and then block him. Sir had been wrong though, twenty minutes later there was knock at his door, and there was Mike standing nervously on his porch. Maybe this one is special Sir thought as he opened the door.

12. I stretched, feeling my naked body against the warm sheets of an unfamiliar bed. Slowly I opened my eyes and remembered I was in Sir’s bed. I remember him carrying me upstairs after he’d claimed me, pumping one last load into my abused dripping hole. I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he told me what a good boy I was and how proud of me he was. I nestled backwards and felt his warm firm body behind me. I pressed myself into his skin and felt his chest hair against my back. His hand came up and rubbed my chest, flicking across my nipple. I met his hand and held him there reveling in his touch. Flashes of the night before came back to me as I pushed into his body. I felt the cool metal of the chain around my neck. My morning wood strained against the confines of its cage. I still felt wet between my cheeks, and I could tell my hole was tender even just as I moved my legs. Still when I felt Sir’s own morning wood slipping up my crack I couldn’t help but wriggle my body till his head snagged on my hole and slowly slipped inside me. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself on his beautiful cock, reveling in how good it felt inside my battered hole. Even though I felt worn and used from the night before Sir’s cock felt like heaven sliding in and out of my guts. “Fuck pig,” he growled behind me, “isn’t your cunt sore boy?” “It is Sir, but I could never resist your hard cock.” “Good boy. Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock and ride me.” He rolled over onto his back, his dick slipping from my hole. I quickly turned over and clambered on top of him. I sat back and his cock easily slid inside me. I marveled at how perfectly his cock fit inside me now. It had seemed so impossibly large the first time he’d fucked me but after last night my hole opened for him with ease. I bounced up and down, tightening my cock around his shaft as I did. “Fuck yes boy, ride that cock. Milk my load out of me. Take my morning wood deep in your pussy. Your cunt feels so fucking good after last night. How does it feel taking my cock in you after all those loads last night?” “It feels amazing Sir. Like my pussy was made for your cock. It just slid in so easy. It feels so good. Fuck Sir! Thank you, Sir!” “For what boy?” “For showing me who I truly am. I can’t imagine going back to how I was before. I can’t believe I ever thought I was a top. I can’t believe I ever thought I was anything other than a bottom. I can’t believe there was a time I didn’t know I was meant to be a sub. Fuck Sir! I want to be here to service your hard cock every morning. I want to be able to service you whenever you want.” I was bouncing so hard my ass made a slapping sound against Sir’s thighs. I was panting between breaths. Now his cock was inside me I needed his load. I needed to feel him cum. I needed to see him happy. “Just like that pig. Just like that. Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you up. Keep riding my dick. Fucking slut!” “Please Sir! Please let me have your load! Please let me make you feel good! Please let me get you off! Please give me your cum!” “Fucking beg for it you cum hungry slut.” “Please! Please, please Sir! Breed me!” Sir grabbed me by the hips and forced me down as he thrust up into me. He jammed his cock balls deep inside me and started to unload. More thick hot sperm pumped into me and I collapsed forward onto his hairy chest. He picked my head up from where it lay on his shoulder and drew me close. For a long moment he just looked into my eyes, and then he kissed me. A deep passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it and treasuring it at the same time. He wrapped his big arms around me, his cock still twitching in my hole. “I’m so proud of you boy, and the faggot you’ve become.” “Thank you, Sir! Really thank you.” “You ready to reintroduce yourself to the world?” “Yes Sir! I am.” “Good boy, go get your phone. Its still with your clothes by the front door.” I got slowly off of Sir’s cock, and still naked except for my collar and cage, rushed downstairs. My clothes were folded neatly on the side table by the door. I fished my phone out of my pants pocket and ran back up to Sir’s bedroom before even checking it. “Alright boy,” said Sir, his own phone in his hand, “Here are the photos and videos from last night.” He AirDropped the over to me. “Let’s start with an easy one. Text the picture of you freshly locked and collared to your friend, Jack was it, as a thank you for helping you on your path.” I opened my texts with Jack. “I can’t wait to see what you look like owned! Have fun slut.” I smiled at Jack’s last message and then texted him the picture and added, “Thank you for your help, and all your loads.” Grinning I showed my phone to Sir. “Good boy,” he responded. “One more easy one. Send the same photo to the guy you found yesterday, and tell him if he ever needs a cumdump to message you and you’ll be right there.” Dutifully I did as Sir said and sent the picture and message. Just as I finished that Jack responded. “Holy fucking shit! You look so fucking hot as a sub. I cant wait to get in your owned faggot cunt. I hope Sir will share you with me.” I turned the phone to Sir who said, “Tell him my boys cunts are available to any real man so long as the promise to send them back with a cunt full of sperm.” “Sir says as long as you breed me good you can use me any time.” “Fuck yes! I can’t wait. I’m gonna breed you all the time!” “Alright boy. Now for the hard one. So, at my request you haven’t told your ex anything about what we’ve been doing. I’m guessing he might have seen you on that hook up app, he gets a lot of dick there, but neither of us have told him anything. He made a cuck of you for all those months taking my loads, begging for my cock, slowly becoming my boy; and now you’ve turned the table. You’ve made him a cuck as you transformed into my sub. Now you have to tell him. You’ve got to confess too. Just like telling you that he was really a cum slut was the only way for him to really become who he is; you telling him that you’re an owned faggot sub is the only way for you to completely become who you are. Tell him you have a confession to make, tell him how hot you found it seeing him get used that first day, and then tell him whats happened to you. When it’s right send him that same photo followed by the last video I sent you. Once you’ve done that come down stairs and find me.” “You’re not going to stay here Sir?” “No pig. You have to do this. It’s your last step. You need to do this to truly be who you are. You could have stopped at some many moments. You could have never come here, or just discovered a love of raw sex and no needed more. You could have been happy getting fucked by your college buddies. No the need inside you was too much. You have to finish your path. Tell Dan who you truly are and you and he will be my boys.” Sir caught me up in his arms and kissed me. With a pat on the ass he left the room still naked. I looked at myself in the mirror standing in the corner of the room for a moment. I took in my rumpled hair, the cum dried on my chest. I touched the chain around my neck, feeling its weight. My fingers fondled the lock resting just below my clavicle. Slowly they traced their way down my stomach to grasp the cage around my cock. I felt the wetness at the tip and lapped up my own precum. My one hand continued its journey along my body, finally coming to my ass. I felt my hairy cheeks crusted with dried cum from the night before. I felt my hole. I felt the slick wetness there. I felt my now battered hole. It was transformed. Five days ago it had been a tight college boy’s hole. It had only ever been fucked a handful of times, and always with a condom. Now… now my hole was loose enough to take a fist and full of loads from a dozen strangers. Sir was right. I picked up my phone again and pulled up my ex’s number. I was nervous. I wanted it to go well. I wanted him to be as turned on by my transformation as I had been his. I typed out a couple of greetings before finally landing on, “What no cage check this morning?” With my message sent I sat nervously on Sir’s bed looking at all the photos and videos he’d taken last night. It had been wild to experience but somehow looking at the images was even more shocking. I guess I’d never imagined what I looked like getting fucked, let alone what I looked like getting spit roasted or double penetrated. It looked like something from a porno. I flicked through watching as my hole slowly opened up becoming more and more red and bruised from the onslaught of cocks Sir had arranged for me. I stared into my own eyes as the bulged the first time I took two dicks at once. “Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” The words sounded like they’d come from someone else, even though it was my voice and I could see myself saying them in the video. A steady stream of precum was pouring from the end of my cage and my hole was practically quivering. My phone pinged. A picture of Dan standing fully naked in the locker room, his cage proudly on display filled my screen. “Happy?” he replied. “Very.” “You like seeing my caged cock don’t you?” “You have no idea how hot it is.” “Did you notice it’s smaller? Sir downsized me yesterday. He said he was going to use my old cage to break in a new faggot. Some dumb slut he’d corrupted.” “Dan I have a confession to make.” “What…?” “Those pics you sent that first night, when you told me about Sir were so fucking hot I was so turned on.” “I know you asked me all about it.” “Well there’s more. Sir texted me too. That night. He texted me saying that you were his now and sent me a pic of you with your head shaved, caged, and collared. I didn’t know what to do with it it was so hot.” “I know he sent that. He told me.” “Well he kept texting me. Telling me what a big slut he’d made you and… well… he sort of tripped me up into confessing that when I was watching all those videos of you getting bred I wasn’t jealous that someone else was fucking my boyfriend… I was jealous that I wanted to be the one getting bred.” “Fuck! Tommy did you bottom? Did you get bred?!” “Several times,” I replied, wildly underselling what a slut I had become. “Fuck that’s hot! Who bred you?” “Well… the first time… it was Sir.” “WHAT?!” “He was texting me about you.” I was typing as fast as I could, “Telling me how he’d corrupted you, and how you’d begged him to use you while we were still together. Once I said that I wasn’t jealous of other guys fucking you but that I wanted to get fucked like that he told me to come to his house the next day. I hadn’t intended to go, but then the time came and I just… I just obeyed.” “Are you serious?” “It was… it was intoxicating being around him. He had this power over me. I just wanted to submit to him. He got me to suck his cock, and then he ate my hole out for what felt like hours. He fingered me. Then finally… he fucked me and gave me my first load.” “Holy shit? When was this? Last night?” “No… five days ago. You were in the basement. You texted me saying he’d had you down there while he used some slut. It was me. I was the slut he was using. He told me that for boys like me getting bred was addictive. I thought he’d been exaggerating, but he was right. After that first load getting fucked by him again was all I could think about… but Sir said he wouldn’t fuck me again till I’d proven myself… till I was lost in the cock lust. Two nights ago I went to Tunnel with Jack and ended up getting bred by him in the bathroom… then his friend, and then I went home with Jack and he gave me another load. Plus one more in the morning…” “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me…?” “Yesterday I downloaded a hook up app… and found this daddy. I begged him to breed me. So with Jack’s load still in me I went to his house and took his load too. Which was finally enough for Sir. He told me to come right over after I told him. He said I was ready to submit, and he made me into my true self.” Hands shaking I sent Dan the picture of me collared and caged, just like the one Sir had sent me of him. There was a long pause before Dan’s response came. “Holy shit. You’re telling the truth. You’re the dumb slut Sir caged yesterday. You’ve got the cage on I had before he downsized me. You’ve shaved your head. Fuck! I want to be mad but its so hot seeing you like that. Please tell me he wrecked your tight little cunt too!” “It’s not so tight or little now. When I got here yesterday he locked my cock up first. Then he took me to the playroom and fucked me with a massive dildo, followed by his fingers till his whole fist was inside me. After he bred my gaping hole he shaved and collared me. Then he invited all his friends over.” I sent a handful of the photos Sir had taken and the video of me taking my first double penetration confessing that I was a faggot into the camera. “Fuck! Where are you now?” “I’m in Sir’s bedroom. He’s waiting for me to come downstairs and tell him that I’ve confessed my true nature to you.” “What is your true nature? So far you’ve told me what you’ve done, not what you’ve become.” “I’m a faggot cumdump whore sub pig, made to be used and bred by real me. I’m Sir’s boy.” “Good boy, now you can go tell Sir you’ve confessed and hopefully I can come over and see your fucking wrecked cunt. Holy shit. Its so hot thinking about the guy who used to fuck me and pull out to cum on my ass is now a bottom. Not just a bottom a fucking sub whore with a ruined cum filled pussy! Fuck!” I rushed downstairs, my phone still in my hand, and found Sir sitting naked at the table drinking a cup of coffee. “I did it Sir! I confessed!” “Let me see your phone, I want to see what you two said.” Obediently I handed over my phone. Sir took a moment scrolling through my messages with Dan, a smile slowly growing on his face. When he looked up at me he was beaming. “That was perfect boy, and he took it even better than I thought he would.” Sir took up his own phone and sent a text. A moment later my phone buzzed and I looked down to see a group message with both me and Dan. “Boy, come over. I want to show you the faggot your ex boyfriend’s become.” Dan’s text was almost instant, “Yes Sir! Be right there!” Sir took me down to the playroom while we waited for Dan. He must have run over because less than ten minutes later we heard the front door open and then a moment later Dan came pelting down the basement steps already naked. From my position kneeling on the floor in front of Sir I took in Dan’s transformed boy for the first time in person. The cage around his cock was only an inch and a half long, and his cock was straining against it. His pert chest perfectly framed the gold lock hanging from his chain. He looked fucking sexy. “On the floor next to the other one,” Sir said by way of greeting. Without saying anything to me Dan knelt down next to me and faced Sir. “Before I leave you two to get reacquainted as your true selves I want to explain how things are going to work for around here. Collectively you will be known as my pigs, and from now on you are boy,” he pointed at Dan, “and you are faggot,” he pointed at me. “Boys and faggots are not the same. Boys are cumdumps, hungry little sluts. They live to be fucked. Faggots are subs, they serve everyone. Boys even get to play with faggots from time to time. That’s just who the two of you are. I didn’t make you that way, I just helped you figure it out. While it might be weird for you both for a little while, I think you’ll both settle into your new lives quite nicely. “No I imagine the two of you are eager to spend some time discovering what’s changed about each other in the last week. SO, I’m going to leave you alone down here to get to know each other again. Ill be upstairs working. Then this afternoon you’re each gonna go visit a couple of friends of mine who don’t have pigs of their own. You two have fun… oh and boy, you might be excited to know yesterday your ex learned he loves drinking right from the tap.” With that Sir left, and Dan… boy and I were left kneeling on the floor. We waited till Sir had gone up the steps and closed the door to move. “Go get in the piss corner,” boy said grinning wickedly. “I wanna unload down your throat before I get my tongue in your cummy pussy.” “What?” “You heard what Sir said… Faggots serve boys. So open up.” Neither of us spent much time at our apartments from then on. If we weren’t at class we were usually at Sir’s place servicing either him or his friends. Sometimes we’d go out with our friends from college. A few of them thought maybe we were still together because we were still so clothes. Others were confused by the shift in our dynamic. Most however knew exactly what we were and took advantage of that fact often. Jack fucked me every day after out Stats class all the next semester. I saw the Daddy at least one a week. I drank every load of Sir and boy’s piss that I could. In my free time I rode bigger and bigger toys till Sir had to start buying new ones. I loved what I had become. I had found my purpose. I am an idiot faggot sub cumdump pig whore. I was made to be used and bred. I’m a hole for men. I’m Sir’s faggot.

11. “Look right into the camera,” Sir said, holding his phone up. I was kneeling in the middle of the room now, the wall of sex toys displayed behind me. “Start with your name, and who you belong to, and then in your own words tell the story of how you came to be kneeling on my floor with a nine-inch plug in your recently fisted cum filled cunt, your cock leaking a little caged and your head shaved.” I nodded my understanding, “Alright. Go.” “My name is Tommy and I’m Sir’s cumdump sub pig. I used to be a condoms only top in a monogamous relationship, but Sir helped me realized that I’m actually a sub bottom born to please men and take their loads. It just feels so good.” “Tell your story,” Sir prompted. “It started when my ex cucked me with Sir. I didn’t know it but for months he was taking Sir’s cock behind my back slowly becoming one of Sir’s boys. When Sir finally made him tell me I was shocked but turned on. I didn’t understand it, but when Sir told me to come to his house I couldn’t help but obey…” I told the whole story of the last five days. I looked right into the camera on the back of Sir’s phone and talked about fingering myself till I came thinking about Sir’s dick. I talked about feeling desperate when Sir wouldn’t fuck me and going to the bar with Jack. I said that I was jealous when Jack had gone off with another guy and I’d found out that Jack had bred him. I described in detail how it had felt when Jack had fucked me in the bathroom, and when his friend had come in after. I described hunting for dick online today. I even mentioned finding my ex’s profile and being turned on seeing what a slut he was. Then I talked about coming to Sir’s and giving up my cock, taking his fist and his load, about swallowing his piss, and getting my head shaved. I blinked for a moment at the end of my tale and then looked back into the camera to say, “Sir said he’d turn me into a dumb slut, and he was right. I am a dumb slut. I’m Sir’s boy. I’m a fist pig faggot cumdump whore.” “Good boy. I’m going to take some pictures tonight as my friends use you, and then in the morning we’ll introduce the new you.” “I can’t wait Sir!” Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before Sir’s friends started turning up. He never introduced me to any of them. They just came down into the basement already naked. At first it was just one or two guys. They’d bend me over the fuck bench, or toss me into the sling and use my hole. If there wasn’t another guy to immediately start fucking me they’d slide the plug back into my cunt to keep me open and loose. Sir floated around, talking to his friends, encouraging them to use me and filming them sliding in and out of my hole. Occasionally he’d pan up to my face and have me say something like, “I’m just a cumdump Sir! Fill me with your loads!” Five burly men all roughly Sir’s age, all with large cocks had come and gone after the first two hours. I thought for a moment that was the end of it. Dan had only had eight guys at his party, and gotten like twelve loads, maybe those five were it. Then the group showed up. All at once six guys of various ages and types walked down the basement steps. They ranged in age from probably twenty-five through sixty. A jock, a couple of daddies, an honest to goodness bear, they ran the gambit. The one thing they all had in common was they were packing. I was placed in the middle of the room on the fuck bench, my well-bred ass exposed and vulnerable. Sir attached my legs down to the bench but left my hands loose so I could still jerk guys off. I moaned as dick after dick was slid inside me. While guys waited their turn they would circle around waving their dicks at my face and fucking my throat. Sir kept taking pictures and videos as the guys spit roasted me. After what felt like an hour and almost eight loads I was taken off the bench and lifted onto a mattress where the jock was laying. He dragged me on top of him and slid his cock into my gaping hole. He pulled me tight to his chest and I felt another man get behind me. The bear worked his cock in next to the jock and started to pound me ferociously. I was screaming, but it felt amazing. I was so open and so full of spunk my hole offered no resistance to any of them, it was just pure joy. “Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” I shouted not realizing Sir was right in front of me filming me. I caught his eye and he nodded his approval. The bear let out a mighty roar and another load rushed into my hole. He was soon replaced with another cock that blew its load all over my hole and the jock’s dick. The third guy sliding into my hole next to his cock was too much for the jock. I watched his face scrunch up and his body spasm as he added his deposit. The night ended with my sprawled out glassy eyed on the mattress covered in cum, an even larger plug stuffed in my abused cunt. Sir took one last picture before helping me into a sitting position. “Fuck pig. You did better than I ever could have imagined. “Thank you, Sir,” I said wearily. “There’s just one more thing before you get to go to sleep.” “What’s that Sir?” He held up the thick chain pad lock. I grinned. All of my exhaustion washed out of me. “Stand up boy.” I stepped off the bed and stood in front of Sir. He passed the chain around behind my head and brought the two ends together then slipped the arch of the lock through and closed it with a solid click. I felt the cold metal on my skin and looked down to admire it. “In the sling boy, you’ve got one more load to take.” Sir grabbed his crotch and shook his hard cock at me. I dashed over to the sling and flung myself back into it, the heavy lock around my neck thudding into my chest when I landed. Sir pulled the plug out of my hole with a wet squelch and then slid his cock inside me. He filmed himself sliding in and out of my spent hole and planned up to my face and said, “What are you?” “I’m a faggot cumdump whore.” “Good boy.”

10. I followed Sir on shaky legs across the room to a little raised area I hadn’t noticed before. “On your knees in the middle pig,” Sir said commandingly. I stepped up into the little tiled square, noticing a that it had a small lip all the way round and a drain in the middle. It was like a walk-in shower but with no glass or shower head. Still I did as Sir said without question. I knelt down in the middle of the square, right over the drain and looked up at him expectantly. “Open your mouth boy.” Sir said. He was far gruffer than he had ever been before. It made my cock strain in its cage and a glob of precum dripped from the head onto the tiled floor. I looked up into Sir’s eyes and opened my mouth. He grinned at me almost wickedly and grabbed his semi hard cock. “My boys don’t just take my cum,” he said, “keep your mouth open, and don’t forget to swallow.” My eyes flicked down to his cock head just in time to see golden liquid burst forth. It spattered my chest at first, then Sir redirected the stream so it hit me square in my own mouth. My cheeks filled quickly with the hot salty liquid. On instinct I swallowed hurriedly, trying to catch as much of Sir’s hot piss in my mouth as I could. Still it ran down my chin, and onto my chest covering me in his pee. He seemed to be able to piss forever. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of hot liquid. It felt like I was crossing a new line. Just like taking Sir’s raw cock had crossed a line, like then taking Jack’s load had been an even further line. I understood why Sir said this was me giving up my body. I wasn’t just a cumdump. I was a urinal too. My body was for his use. If he wanted to fill me with cum he would. If he wanted to fill me with piss he would do that too. At long last Sir’s stream began to lessen. I leaned forward, moving closer to his cock so to not miss any. Finally I stuck out my tongue and licked the last drip clinging to Sir’s slit. I licked my lips, and swallowed. “Thank you, Sir,” I said looking up into his face again. “Wow boy. That was impressive. I don’t think I’ve seen a boy take to piss drinking like that before. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re special. You’re just meant to be a sub, and subs service men in whatever way they need.” “Sir, can I be honest?” “Of course boy.” He looked concerned. “That was so fucking hot. I never thought about drinking a man’s piss before. It was… holy shit.” I ran my hand over my body collecting droplets of piss and then licked them off my fingers. “That was amazing.” “God you’re fucking perfect boy.” Sir bent down, and caught my chin in his hand. He tipped my face up to his and kissed me deeply. “You’re just so fucking perfect.” After a beat Sir’s face turned gravely serious, “Now, when we’re done here tonight you’re going to be my boy, and that mean’s wearing a collar.” He pointed to the wall where a thick chain and lock, just like the one I’d seen around Dan’s neck hung. “It doesn’t come off. That mean’s showing to the world you’re an owned boy at all times. For me that’s enough of a marker, but you get a choice here. If you want to really look the part, to really look like an idiot faggot cumdump pig slut, I’ll also buzz off those beautiful locks. You won’t look like a cute innocent college boy any more. There will be no hiding, even if you try to tuck your collar away or hide the lock. You’ll look like a sex pig all the time. So I leave that choice up to you. Are you a closet sub? Someone that people maybe suspect of being a plaything for me… or do you want everyone to know?” “Please Sir. Shave my head. Make me into a sex pig.” “Right answer boy.” I looked at him confusedly. “You never really had a choice. If you’d asked me not to shave your head I would have let me friends use you and then tossed you aside. You weren’t the sub I thought you were. You just gave up your body to me. Stay there.” I was shocked, and euphoric at the same time. I would never have guessed he was testing me. Yet I passed. I was still his boy, and the whole world would be able to tell soon. He was going to make me look like a proper sex pig. Sir stepped up onto the little platform, and walked behind me. I tried to turn my head to look at him but he grabbed the top of my head and turned it back forward. I heard him moving around, then the buzzing of clippers. It was happening right now. He grabbed my head in one hand, brought the clippers to the center of my forehead and drew them backwards through my hair. There was no going back now. I had a buzzed striped down the center of my floppy hair. He worked quickly and efferently, tossing big clips of hair aside as he sheered me like a sheep. I was soon surrounded by little tufts of my hair. My cock dripped another big gob of precum and my hole twitched around the fat plug. After about ten minutes the clippers stopped. I looked around me at what had been my hair. Sir dusted me off, got me to my feet and steered me towards a full-length mirror. I didn’t recognize the man looking back at me. He had my face but he was completely different. It wasn’t just the hair, and the cage. There was a look in my eyes, a hunger that I didn’t recognize, but completely understood. It was cock lust. It was what Sir had been growing in me all the time. It was my new persona, my true persona shining through at last. “Thank you, Sir,” was all I could say. “You’re welcome pig. Now there’s one last thing to take care of before your party starts?” “Party Sir?” “Well, gang bang is more accurate. As soon as you told me you’d finally given in and sought out a guy just for his load I started arranging a little get together for you tonight. I did it for your ex remember?” I remembered the pictures of Dan being spit roasted, of the unknown cocks sliding bare into his hole. My own hole pulsed around the plug. “But before the guys get here I want you to record a little video. I have a something fun planned for how we’re going to introduce your ex, and maybe some of your friends to the new you.”