newboy1689

This is one long self contained story. I hope you boys enjoy. How did this happen to me, I wondered as I watched another man enter my boyfriend’s now gaping hole. My cock throbbed and a river of precum leaked from the tip. I’d been this hard in my life. I was turned on watching my boyfriend get fucked over and over. My boyfriend who had been the top in our relationship was being gang banged in front of me, and I was turned on by it. What did that say about either of us? “The guy who used to pound your pretty little hole is a cum hungry slut now,” a gruff voice said in my ear. I pulled at the ropes binding me to the chair, trying to see the man who spoke but could get myself loose. “Your top jock boyfriend just needed a little push, and now he’s my fucking slut. Look at him. Look at how happy taking cock makes him. I looked again at where my boyfriend, Jay, lay on the bed. He was flat on his back, his legs spread wide and pulled up to his chest. His hole was perfectly displayed, pink and puffy it was no longer the tight little pucker I’d rimmed a few times in our past. His hole has become the run through gape of an experienced and often used bottom. His cock, thick and magnificent was locked in a tiny little black plastic cage. Precum leaked from the head constantly. I looked up his athletic body, to his hairy chest, to his newly pierced nipples. A thick silver chain hung around his neck, a gold padlock sitting against his collar bone. His face was one of total bliss. Sloppy, his eyes slightly unfocused, he grinned at the next man who walked past me towards him. “Fuck my pussy! Fucking breed me!” He moaned as the man slid his thick cock inside my boyfriend. “You hear that? ‘Fuck my pussy,’ that’s what your boyfriend just said. Your big hot jock boyfriend, the one you thought would be dicking you down with his dick safely wrapped in a nice little condom, is begging men to fuck his pussy, and breed him. I turned him into a bottom slut. I made him a desperate fag with a pussy made for breeding. Your boyfriend is a faggot slut, and you’re his cuck. Your cock’s so hard its leaking everywhere just watching him be his true self. Your boyfriend is my sub slut faggot, and you’re his cuck. You’re a subs sub, and your so turned on you cant help yourself. I think you’re going to enjoy your new life watching me degrade him more and more.” “Oh fuck yes!” Jay called out. “Your big dick feels so good in my sloppy cunt. Fuck yes! Fucking breed me. Yeah! Dump your load in me! Please! I need it. I need another load. Breed me!” “Fucking faggot,” the man fucking my boyfriend said, “Take my fucking load.” He let out a deep guttural grunt and slammed his cock into Jay’s ass with a wet squelch. They both moaned as he unloaded in my boyfriend. Then he pulled out and left the way he’d come, leaving Jay once more on the bed with his fuck-battered hole pointed towards me as a trickle of cum leaked from it. “He’s mine now cuck,” the stranger said. “I’ve broken his mind.” Three more guys came and used my boyfriend. He begged each one of them for their loads. After the last guy came inside him Jay flipped around and sucked down the cock that had just been inside his hole. “Thank you,” he said blissfully to the man as he cleaned his cock. After the man left the strange lent close to my ear again, never coming into my field of vision. “I’ll leave you two alone. I think you have a lot to talk about.” I heard him walk away and a door close behind him. I was left, naked and bound to a chair with my cock hard as a lock and leaking precum like mad, with my supposed top only boyfriend who I’d just watched turn into a feral caged up cum hungry bottom slut. Jay lay on his stomach where his last top had left him with his eyes closed for a minute. He seemed to be lost in a dream. Slowly he blinked himself back awake, opening his eyes and looking at me for the first time since he’d gotten me into the chair and the stranger had bound me to it. He’d told me we were going to a work friend’s house for dinner. He was going to meet me there as he’d go straight from work. I rang the bell at the front door of the nice looking brownstone, and Jay had let me. He grinned at me and said, come on I’ve got something to show you. He’d pulled me upstairs into one of the bedrooms and started kissing me. He’d quickly pulled off my shirt and gotten my pants undone. When I protested he assured me that it was fine, his friend was downstairs cooking and he wanted to have a little fun. He’d stripped me down to my briefs and then pushed me back into the chair. I hadn’t heard the other man come into the room. I just suddenly felt the ropes around my chest. “It’s ok babe, relax. Just relax. Its totally ok. You’re going to enjoy this.” I took a deep breath and tried to settle. We’d done a few kinky things before, even had a third come in. I thought maybe he and this work friend were both going to fuck me. Then I watched as Jay stripped off his clothes. First unbuttoning his work shirt revealing his well-formed pecs, prominent nipples, and swirling chest hair. He dropped his shirt, turning away from me for a moment. He shoved his pants down, kicking them off. He was wearing a jock. Jay almost never wore jocks, he was almost exclusively a boxer briefs guy. What is going on, I wondered. Jay pause for a moment still facing away, as if getting up his nerve for something. Then he turned around. I looked down at the bulge in his jock. At first my mind didn’t understand what I was seeing. I’d seen guys in cages before, I knew what a cage bulge was from Twitter… but why did my top only boyfriend have a cage on his cock. “It will all make sense soon,” Jay had said, giving me a weak smile. He walked over to me and tugged at my briefs. I lifted myself up a little allowing him to pull them off still wondering what was happening. “Ready fag?” A rough voice behind me said. I tried to crane my head around to see him, but tied to the chair I could only look to just over my shoulder. I assumed that he was talking to me, Jay had called me fag a few times when he was feeling really rough. I opened my mouth to speak. “Yes Sir,” Jay said looking at the man behind me. I stared at Jay open mouthed. He called this man Sir? “Then on your knees.” Dutifully Jay had sunk to his knees and waited. I heard the man behind me move away. “Jay what the hell is going on? Who is this guy? Why are you calling him Sir? Why are you wearing a cock cage?” I asked all my questions in a rapid fire blur. Jay just repeated his line, ““It will all make sense soon.” I heard the stranger coming back behind me. I strained to hear anything else, any clue as to what might be about to happen. From where he knelt on the floor Jay just smiled. “You read to show your boyfriend here what you’ve become,” the stranger asked behind me. “Yes Sir!” Jay replied happily. “Take off the jock and show your boy your new look.” Jay jumped up and practically tore off his jock. My mouth fell open. Normally his cock hung thick and heavy even when it was soft, curving out from his large balls. Now it was trapped in a tiny maybe inch long black cage. The ring that went around his balls pushed them forward, nestling his cock between them. I was shocked. His big beautiful cock was locked away in a cage smaller than his balls. All that was left was a little nub. “He’s been so excited to show you that cage,” the stranger said in my ear. “He’s had to work hard to get it down, didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” “At first his dick didn’t want to be in a cage that tight, but now, he craves it.” “What? What are you talking about?” I said, now almost shouting. “Just watch.” The stranger replied. A naked man in his early forties came around the chair and walked over to where Jay was kneeling. He was already hard; his cock wasn’t massively long but it was stout with a blunt head. Even in my confusion I appreciated how nice a dick it was and how good it would feel to ride it. Jay looked over my shoulder waiting for something. Then the strangers voice, still behind me said, “Do it boy. Show your boyfriend what you’ve learned.” Jay smiled again and gobbled down this man’s cock. I tried to process what was happening. The stranger was still behind me so this was another man and Jay, who usually choked on my modest dick was eagerly swallowing this strangers dick. “Oh fuck yeah faggot,” the older man was saying as my boyfriend sucked him off. He put his hands on the back of Jay’s head and started to thrust his cock into Jay’s throat. “Look at that. Look at your boyfriend enjoying that man’s cock.” The stranger behind me said. “They’ve never met. They don’t know anything about each other. The only thing your boy knows is he’s here to service this man, and the only thing my buddy knows is he has the privilege of helping break in my new toy.” “New toy? What? What are you saying.” “Just watch. Just watch and enjoy. It looks like you’re already starting to have fun.” At the stranger’s words I looked down and noticed my own cock was starting to harden. Was I turned on by this? “On the bed boy,” the older man said, “show me that pussy.” My head was reeling. I watched Jay jump up and climb onto the bed on all fours. He dropped his chest down and struck out his ass, arching his back. He looked like a horny bottom. I looked at him, taking in his meaty furry ass cheeks and powerful thighs in a new way. His caged cock hung below him, almost totally obscured by his balls, but I could see a string of precum slowly lowering from the tip. “Fucking beautiful jock pussy.” The man said. “And freshly lubed up,” the stranger answered. “Perfect.” He moved behind Jay and spat into his hand. He slathered his spit all down his shaft and then bent over Jay’s upturned ass to spit again. The wad landed right on Jay’s hole. I looked at it and was shocked to see that it didn’t look like the tight pucker I’d occasionally rimmed. His hole was pink, and pooched, like it had just been fucked by a big cock. The older man rubbed his cock head on Jay’s hole, smearing his spit around. “Don’t look away boy,” the stranger said behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder. “This is what you came here to see.” “You ready for my cock fag?” “Fuck yes! Fucking me!” Jay moaned. “What?” I gasped. The man lined up his cock and pushed forward. I hadn’t thought about the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom, I’d never dreamed he was going to fuck my boyfriend. Yet that’s exactly what was happening. Slowly he pushed his wide flat cock head against Jay’s spit smeared hole till it gave way and the head burst in. I expected Jay to yell out in pain but instead he moaned a deep appreciative moan as if he was enjoying this. “Your boyfriend’s been keeping a secret from you.” “Fuck yes. Oh my God. Your dick feels so good.” Jay moaned. “He’s not the top you think he is… now… watch as he becomes the bottom he longs to be.” I’d watched in a mix of confusion, horror and arousal. That had been almost two hours and a dozen men ago. Now Jay and I were alone again. Jay smiled at me. A sloppy sideways smile, he looked drunk. “Fuck,” he said in a long whisper, closing his eyes again for a moment. “Fuck that felt so good. It felt even better knowing you were watching me.” He reached across the bed for something on the opposite side. I couldn’t see it but he shifted so his hips were up again as he brought something to his hole. With a wet pop I heard the object slide into his hole. A butt plug, my top only boyfriend had just slid a plug into his cum filled hole after getting gangbanged. What was going on? He got off the bed and walked over to where I was bound. He knelt down on the ground in front of me. “It looks like you liked it too babe.” He flicked his tongue across my throbbing cock. In spite of myself I let out a little moan. “Sir said I can tease and edge you but I cant let you cum.” He licked the precum from my shaft. “Too bad. I’d love to just ride your hard cock right now till you cum inside me.” “Jay,” I gasped. “What the fuck! What the fuck is happening? Who is that man? You just… you just got gang banged in front of me. Raw! You just took like a dozen loads! And your wearing a cock cage! Seriously what the fuck is going on?” I was on the verge of hysterical. I tugged at the ropes trying to break free. “Its ok babe, its ok. Don’t struggle. You’ll be out of that chair soon enough.” He lightly stroked my shaft as he talked, “Plus you cant be that mad if you this hard and leaking.” He brought his precum coated fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “Jay,” I said in a calmer voice. What is happening. I thought you were a top? I thought we only played safe, especially with others.” “I know. I know… I…” he paused, thinking, “I would I could tell you how it happened. That I could make sense of it, I just know that this is right.” “But… how…” I shook my head, and sighed. There was nothing to be done but give into the insanity of the situation. “How did this even start? When we started dating you told me that you didn’t like bottoming. You said you’d tried it a few times in college and it wasn’t for you. If you wanted to try again I could have…” “It not that.” Jay smiled. “I didn’t want to bottom. I hadn’t thought about bottoming for years until I met Sir.” “Sir? The guy behind me the one who tied me to this chair?” “You’ll meet him soon enough. After all I’m his sub, and you were my bottom and now you’re my cuck, which kinda makes you his sub too.” “Cuck. Jay. Jesus Christ. Seriously. If you’re not going to untie me then… then just tell me how this happened. How did some guy convince you were into bottoming? More than that! How did he convince you to bottom raw for a room full of men, and lock your dick in a cage and do it all in front of your tied up boyfriend?” “Ok. Ok. I met Sir at work. He’s a client. My boss asked me to take him to dinner, you know the usual.” “Does the usual involve getting gang banged?” “No,” Jay laughed, he seemed immune to my frustration and agitation, “and technically that was more of a pump and dump than a gang bang seeing as they came in one at a time.” “Jesus.” I rolled my eyes. “Ok, so when did this happen.” “A month ago. My boss asked me to take Sir out to dinner and chat him up about the company. So we went to that sushi place down town with the company card. It was nice, he was easy to talk to. We ordered a few drinks and just chatted. It was so much easier than any of those dinners I’ve been to before. We really seemed to be hitting it off. So when Sir suggested we get another drink after dinner I said yes. We had another couple drinks and… well things started to feel flirty. I just let it happen, not wanting to piss off a client. Sir just kept getting closer and closer to me, but I didn’t feel put off or upset. There was this… this powerful undercurrent of attraction. “The conversation drifted away from work appropriate things a few times but nothing too serious. I told him about you, and our relationship. He told me he’d just gotten out of a relationship. I don’t know when his hand landed on my leg but at some point, I noticed his hand was rubbing my thigh. Honestly, I got hard so fast. It was crazy. I felt like I was falling under some kind of spell. I remember looking down at his hand and him pulling it away murmuring an apology, but I stopped him and said, ‘No. It’s ok. I liked it.’” I found myself entrance by Jay’s story. His hand slid lightly up and down my shaft keeping me hard and on edge. I just stared at him as he recounted that night. “I remember it so clearly, he said, ‘Well so long as you like it,’ and put his hand back. It must have been all the drinks that made me feel bold because I took his hand and put it on my crotch so he could feel how hard I was. He growled, it was so fucking sexy, this low rumble in his chest, he leaned in close to me. ‘Fuck boy, that feels like a nice bulge. But this isn’t that kinda bar. My place is close by, why don’t we call a cab and head over.’ I couldn’t resist him. It just felt impossible to say no. I followed him out of the bar, he called a car and brought me here. “As soon as the front door closed we were on top of each other. I swear it was like being in high school. He had me pinned to the door and kissed me. He was so rough. I just sank into him. I practically ripped all the buttons off his shirt trying to take it off. I had this animal need to feel his big hairy chest. He pressed me to him, pulling me under his arm. I was enveloped in his musk. It was like fucking poppers. I felt my head spinning. I jammed my nose up into his pit and just huffed that smell. I felt like I was flying when he pulled me back out and led me up the stairs. “He got me up here, in this room and stripped me naked. Then he told me to finish undressing him. I got on my knees and took his pants off. He was wearing these tight little briefs, and his big cock was just straining to get out. I could see every fucking vein through the fabric he was so hard. I tore them off of him and his cock just jumped out. I’d never seen anything like it. I was… I was drawn to it. I don’t know. I cant explain it, but in a way that I’ve never wanted to suck a cock before in my life I wanted to suck his. I needed it.” I felt like I should be upset hearing about how much my boyfriend wanted to suck this man’s cock, but in reality it just made me leak more. “He let me struggle to take him for a little while. Sometimes he’d hold my head in place and lightly fuck my mouth. Then he’d push his cock in deeper, just down my throat and hold it there till I’d gag or choke. Each time he did it though it got a little easier. I didn’t know it at the time obviously, but he was training me to deep throat and I loved it. Now I can just,” he lent forward and swallowed my whole cock in one motion. He looked up at me, grinning around my shaft and then pulled back again. “Even on bigger cocks.” He gave me a wink. “I was fucking sweating and panting when he let off. I remember feeling sad, I was enjoying trying to take his cock. He just smiled at me and pulled me up by my armpits. In this one crazy motion he hauled me up and tossed me onto the bed so I was on all fours. He came up behind me and pushed down on my shoulders making me arch my back. I said to him, ‘I’m a top. I don’t get fucked. It not really for me.’ He laughed, I thought it was crazy at the time, but clearly, he knew something I didn’t. “He laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry boy. I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to.’ “Then he started eating me out. Fuck his tongue felt so good. It just got so deep right away. I couldn’t help it. I just started moaning. He had his hands on my back still holding me down. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. He just kept flicking his tongue over my hole, and pushing it in. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so good. I felt myself opening up. I could feel my hole loosening. His tongue kept getting deeper and deeper. Then he spat on my hole and he rubbed it with his finger. I felt him press it in a little. I moaned, and said ‘fuck yeah. That feels so good!’ “’Do you want a little more boy?’ he asked. His voice was this low seductive growl now. ‘Yes,’ I whimpered. He spat on my hole again and slowly pushed his finger inside me. I felt like my body was on fire. It didn’t hurt the way that it had in college. I don’t know, maybe it was the booze, or how long he’d eaten me out for. It just felt good. It was pure pleasure. He twisted his finger in and out till I was panting with delight. ‘God you have a beautiful hole,’ he said, ‘looks so good opening up around my finger. Nice tight jock hole. Fucking opening up for me.’ “’It feels so good. Fuck yes! Keep going,’ I replied. He chuckled, and said, ‘Is that you asking for more?’ I don’t know what I expected but I answered yes. I was still surprised when in response he dropped another wad of spit onto my hole and started to work another finger into me. He opened me up like that, adding another finger when I told him how good it felt till he was twisting four fingers in and out of my hole. I couldn’t believe it. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. It felt so good. I started to push back on his fingers. I wanted them inside me. That same primal urge I felt when I saw his cock and needed to suck it was taking over me. “’You’re pushing back on my fingers awful hard for someone who doesn’t bottom,’ he said chuckling. ‘I don’t know what’s happening. It’s never felt this good before. When I tried. It never felt… fuck. It feels so good! Please don’t stop!’ He pushed his fingers deep into me and leaned over so his mouth was right next to my ear. ‘I’ve already got four fingers deep in your hole boy. You want more? You want me to really open you up?’ I hesitated and he flexed his fingers in me. “‘Yes.” I remember that I felt like I could barely speak. It came out like a breathy whisper. “‘Yes what?’ he said? “’Yes, I want you to open me up.’ “’You know what that means boy? Don’t you?’ He stood back up and slid his fingers from my hole. I felt empty. I hated it. Then I felt something warm and fleshy press against my hole. ‘You know what that means don’t you?’ he repeated. “I looked back over my shoulder and saw he was rubbing his cock up and down my crack. I felt like I was shaking, but there was only one thing I could say. It was a compulsion. After how good his fingers had felt… how could I not! ‘Yes,’ I responded in the same breathy whisper. “’I told you boy, I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to. Yes what?’ “’Yes… Please… Please fuck me. I want your cock.’ “Then he called me a ‘good boy,’ it sent a shiver through me. Like all the praise I’d ever wanted in the world. Then he pressed forward. Even after his fingers his head felt big. Its warm flesh pressed into me. He dropped more spit onto the spot where his cock and my body met and then he slid inside. I remember just moaning into the bed. I think I drooled a little. It felt so good. It was insane. I never imagined it could feel that good to get fucked. I didn’t really think about the fact that he was in me raw. It felt too good to think about anything but pleasure. It felt like it took forever for him to work the whole shaft inside me but when I felt his balls against my hole I had this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. “’Good boy. Good boy.’ He repeated over and over. ‘You did it. You’ve got my whole cock in you. How do you feel boy?’ “’I feel so good. Fuck your cock feels amazing. Please… Please fuck me!’ “’You need to know something boy, once I start fucking you I’m not going to pull out and I’m inside you raw. If I fuck you I’m going to cum inside you. Is that what you want?’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I would have agreed to anything. ‘Yes! Please, just fuck me. I need it!’ “’I know you do boy but you have to ask for it. I won’t do it if you don’t ask for it.’ “’Fuck me! Please! Fuck me and… and cum inside me. Fuck me till you cum inside my hole!’ “’Good boy,’ he said again, this time in a low whisper. ‘I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.’ He lent forward. With one hand on my shoulder keeping me down, and the other on my hip, he started to fuck me. It was the most electric amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I thought I could feel every vein of his shaft working in and out of my basically virgin hole. It felt so good. I remember just saying over and over, ‘Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ “Something changed inside me. It was like he had flicked a switch. He’d awakened something in me, or changed something. His dick felt so good inside me, and now that I’d said it I realized it was true. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel his hot load shoot deep into my guts. He built up his pace slowly, getting me use to the feeling of being stretched so wide. Eventually he reared back, letting go of my shoulder and held on to both of my hips. He started to hammer into my hole. I was a whimpering mess. I couldn’t speak any more. I just moaned and grunted as he pounded me. He was like a rutting animal taking what he needed. I was just a hole to be fucked. I loved it. I loved how roughly he pounded me. I was sweating. The room stunk. I could smell his musk. That heady feeling of a hit of poppers came over me again and I started to try and push back against his cock. I came up so I was holding myself on my hands and knees and pushed my body back into his strokes. “’That’s it boy, push yourself back on my cock. Yeah that’s it. Now that my cocks in that tight little hole of yours you can’t resist it. You might have really been a top when you came here, but you’re my bottom now. You’re my horny bottom aren’t you boy?’ “’Fuck yes! I’m your horny bottom.’ “’You love how my raw cock feels in your hole? Don’t you?’ “’I fucking love it!’ “’Yeah, because you’re my fucking slut. You’re a slut for my cock. Say it.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock!’ “’Good boy. Good boy,’ he rubbed my lower back and sank deep inside me, letting up for a minute. ‘Fuck your hole feels so good around my big raw cock. It feels so good deep in your boy hole. Your pretty little pink hole is gonna look so fucking hot with my load dripping out.’ He pulled back and started to long dick me. He slid his whole cock out of me and then slid it back in again slowly, over and over. He steadily got rougher with the thrusts till he was slamming his entire cock in and out of me with so much force that it knocked me down into the bed. He pinned me there, hammering away at my ass. I just babbled incoherently and took it. “’After a blissful eternity he stopped and without warning pull his cock all the way out. I remember,” Jay laughed at himself, “whimpering ‘no,’ when I felt the head pop out. “Sir laughed at me, though obviously I didn’t call him Sir then. ‘It’s ok boy,’ he said, rubbing my back again, ‘flip over. I want to look into your eyes as I give you your first load.’ “I flipped over onto my back and pulled my legs up to my chest. My heart was pounding. He was going to cum inside me soon. I looked up at him as he loomed over me, lining his cock up again. It slid in easily this time, I was so open and lubed up. His cock hit all new places as it slid in. ‘Fuck yes! Get that big raw cock inside me. Fuck me with your raw cock! It feels so fucking good! Fuck yes!’ I just up this endless string as he hollowed me out. “’He was bent over me, his face inches from mine. I could see the sweat on his brow. It dripped down into my mouth and I swallowed it. He smiled at me, a hungry animalistic smile. ‘Open your mouth boy,’ he commanded. I opened my mouth and he spat into it. I swallowed without being told to. He growled. ‘Fuck my cock’s made you a fucking slut hasn’t it. Getting my big raw dick up your ass has put you in your place.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock.’ I said again. “’No, you’re not just a slut. A slut doesn’t just open his mouth when a guy tells him to and then swallow his spit. You’re a faggot. You just didn’t know it. Fuck yeah. You’re a fucking faggot desperate to be bred. Isn’t that right boy. Say it. Say you’re a faggot.’ “’Fuck! Your dick feels so good… fuck… I’m a faggot! I’m a fucking faggot! Your cock made me a faggot!’ “’That’s it boy. Keep giving in. Fuck yeah. Oh your tight hole feels so good. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need boy. What do you need faggot?’ “’I need you to fuck me. I need your raw cock inside me! I need you to fuck me till you cum! I need you to cum in me! Please! Please cum inside me! Cum deep inside me!’ “’Fuck yeah faggot! Ask and you shall receive! Here it comes boy! Take my fucking load!’ He roared, like this big guttural animalistic sound and jammed his cock ball deep inside me. I could feel it. I could feel his load spilling out into my guts. I felt it flooding me. A hot wave crashing through my body. His cock twitched and pulsed. I moaned as it felt like he pumped a gallon of cum into me. I was surprised my stomach wasn’t swollen my guts felt so full. “He stayed inside me till his cock had stopped pulsing and then slowly pulled out. I just groaned I wanted to feel him inside me forever. ‘On your knees boy, clean off my cock.’ I didn’t think. I just got on my knees and licked the cum and ass juice off his slowly softening cock. Eventually it got soft enough I could get it in my mouth. I started to suck him again. I pulled as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. He started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth again, and his dick started to swell. He got hard in my mouth. “When he was completely hard he dragged me up onto the bed again. This time he was on the bottom, and he guided me to sit back onto his cock. It slid into my cum filled hole. ‘Ride it,’ he said, his voice commanding. I tucked my knees up and started to ride him. Again his cock hit all sorts of new places. My dick wasn’t even hard any more, but it was leaking everywhere. There was a big puddle of precum on Sir’s stomach after a few minutes. I rode him as hard as I could, and eventually he started to pant. He bucked his hips up into me and pushed his cock deeper. “’Please! Fuck yes!” I said, looking down at him. “Cum in me again! Give me another load.’ “Yeah faggot, beg for my load. Beg for me to bred you. Beg for me to breed your fag hole.’ “’It felt so good the first time! Please breed me. Breed my fag hole. I’m a slut for your raw cock. I love it! I need it! I need your load! I need you to breed me! I need your cum in my fag hole! I need your raw cock! Fuck!’ I was broken. Truly, in saying those words I was changing myself. Each sentence became more and more concrete, more and more real as I bounced on his dick. I really did need to feel him cum inside me again. “Finally he said, in a really low voice, ‘Fuck yeah faggot. Take it! Take my load. I’m gonna breed that pretty hole again! Fuck!’ “I dropped down on his dick so it was all inside me and rocked back and forth as he came again. It was so magical. I never even thought about how I hadn’t cum once during the whole thing. I didn’t care, feeling Sir cum was enough.” Jay had lost himself in his story, no longer really looking at me. “Jesus,” I said. Jay’s focus snapped back to me. “I was pretty spent after that. Sir called me a cab and sent me home.” “I mean, that’s a hot story, but I don’t… I don’t see how one hookup getting you to bottom… and not use a condom… results in you here in a cock cage after getting pump and dumped! Or me tied to this chair!” “Well… the next day I felt guilty. I didn’t know what to think. We had rules you and I. I hadn’t broken them by hooking up with someone but I sure had by not using a condom. Plus… I had always thought of myself as a top. It was part of my identity. Even while I felt guilty though I knew it had felt too good getting fucked to just never do it again. I thought maybe I could do it safely. Like two days after that night with Sir you went home to visit your parents and I was just bored at my apartment. I was gonna jerk off, but as I started looking at porn I suddenly wanted to get fucked again. I got on the apps and found a guy, made sure the plan was to use a condom and everything. I got dressed, went over to his apartment. He was super hot. It was all great. I sucked him. We got on the bed. He ate me out a little. It was fine, it didn’t make me bloom open like Sir had but I felt prepped. Then he put cold lube on my hole, and slicked up his rubber clad cock and slid in. It wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same at all. It felt ok, but there was no spark no magic. I tightened my hole and pushed back on him trying to get him to cum quick so it wouldn’t last too long. I don’t know why I never thought of just asking him to stop. It didn’t feel like my place. He wanted to fuck me so I should help him get off… even if it wasn’t scratching my itch. The guy came pretty quick, asked me if I wanted to cum and I told him no, and I left. “I knew. I knew what was wrong. Standing outside that guys apartment building after I knew why it hadn’t felt as good. I needed what Sir had given me. I needed it raw. I needed to be fucked raw and bred. That was all that was going to scratch my itch. I hesitated at first. Sir had texted me a few times in the couple of days since our meeting but I hadn’t responded. I’d felt too guilty. I was worried he’d be mad at me, but I also I wanted his cock so bad. I texted him before I even started walking home.” “What did you say?” I asked, feeling, despite the circumstances, incredibly invested. “I said something like ‘hey, sorry for being MIA. I was feeling kinda overwhelmed after what happened but I cant stop thinking about it also.’ He responded super fast and said, ‘Can’t stop thinking about it as in your upset, or cant stop thinking about it as in you want another load pumped in you?’ I had to stop and take a deep breath on the street, then after a second I texted him back. ‘Defiantly the second one.’ ‘You have to say it boy,’ his reply was almost immediate. “My hands were literally shaking as I typed out, ‘I want you to pump another big load in me.’ “’Good boy,’ he texted back, ‘Come over and I’ll give you what you need.’ He sent me a pic of his dick too. I called a cab and was there fifteen minutes later. “’What made you come around?’ he asked once I was in the door? “’Honestly. I was feeling really conflicted. My bf and I are open, but we’re supposed to play safe. I was just going to put the whole thing behind me, but there was no denying how good it get to get fucked… The bf is out of town and I thought I’d jerk off but as soon as I started watching at porn I knew I wanted to get fucked again.’ I recounted the rest of the story to him and he just grinned at me. “’You can never go back now. You’ve felt what it’s like to really get fucked. You know how much better sex is without any barriers. You know how good it feels to have a hot load pumped into your guts. Of course some safe sex dick was never going to do it for you. Do you remember what you said last time? While I was fucking you? What you called yourself.’ “’A faggot.’ “’That’s not all.’ “’A slut… a slut for raw cock.’ “’Exactly. I think that was more true than you knew.’ He started getting really close to me. ‘You’re a faggot slut. You need to be fucked and you need to be fucked raw. You’re just realizing this, and I know it’s all new, but I promise you its true. I’m going to help you. Strip.’ That last word was a command, I felt it in my chest. I stripped off in the front hall where we had been talking. He was still fully clothed and I was completely naked. ‘Good boy. You like following orders, and you like being a good boy I can tell.’ “’I guess so…’ “’You do. Its obvious. You like it when I call you a good boy.’ “’I do. I do like it when you call me a good boy.’ “’Don’t fight what feels good. Just give in. You gave in to pleasure last time and discovered a whole new part of you. Keep giving in. I’m going to help you give yourself over to pleasure. I’m going to help you give in to the faggot slut you are.’ “’Thank you.’ It felt like the only right thing to say. “He smiled at me and said, ‘Thank you… Sir.’ “’Thank you Sir?’ “’That’s how you’re going to address me from now on. I am Sir and you are boy. Understood?’ “’Yes Sir.’ “’Now, the same rule applies as last time. I won’t do anything to you that you do ask for. You have to tell me what you want. I will guide you, push you, but you will only get what you ask for. Do you understand me boy?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “Good boy, now get on your knees and suck me dick.’ “He face fucked me in the front hallway, still mostly dressed. He just pulled his dick out of his unbuttoned pants. He was much rougher this time, really pushing me. He told me he was going to train me to deep throat him. Finally he pulled me up and dragged me into the living room. He bent me over the couch and dove into my hole. He worked me open just like before, really getting me wet. It was so much better than the other guy. Sir pressed two fingers into me, stretching me open and then got up and lined up his cock. He got really close to my ear. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he said in a whisper. “‘Your cock. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me till you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside my hole. Please! Breed me Sir!’ “’You need this,’ he said as he pushed his cock against my hole. ‘I know it’s big, and you had a lot more prep last time, but you need this. You’ve already taken one cock tonight. You took that latex cock and knew it wasn’t right. Now you’re here… you’re here because you knew you needed a real fuck. You needed my fat raw cock deep in your slutty fag hole. Push out a little boy, push your hole out for me. That’s it.’ He coached me and my hole opened wide. His head popped in and I was filled with the same electric bliss. “He was right. I had been right. The condom, that’s what had ruined my hookup attempt. I needed to be fucked raw. Now that I’d been bred I was never going to be satisfied with safe sex. I would always need it raw. That night Sir had me repeat as he fucked over the couch, ‘I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred. I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred,’ over and over again. The words seemed to sink into my mind like a mantra. The more I said them the more real they became. “After he came inside me he asked me how I felt. I told him that it had felt so good, and that I loved feeling his load inside me. He gave me this strange kind of knowing look and then said, ‘You wanna clean off my cock and see if you can get it hard again don’t you. I can see you looking boy.’ I nodded and said, ‘Yes Sir I do.’ He just grinned and said, ‘Then get on your knees and clean it off faggot.’ “I got him hard again and he took me upstairs when he threw me on the bed and bent my legs up to my chest. He pushed his cock into me in one smooth stroke. ‘Do you know what boys like you who cant get enough cum in their holes are called,’ he asked. “’No Sir.’ “’Cumdumps. You’re a fucking cumdump. Say it!’ “’I’m a cumdump!’ “’Good boy. Repeat it. Repeat it while I fuck you.’ “’I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump.” Jay seemed to lose himself in his mantra. The story drifted away as he absentmindedly stroked my cock and rocking on the plug in his ass. “Jay?” At the sound of his name he snapped back. He gave me a kind of sheepish grin. “Sorry. He had me repeat that as he fucked me again. He called me a good boy as he came inside me. I felt so warm and happy. This time he didn’t pull out. He kept his cock inside me, rocking it back and forth, keeping his dick hard. He told me to repeat all my mantra’s. I muttered them over and over as he built back up and fucked me for a third time. When he finally came we both collapsed out of exhaustion. “We just lay there for a long minute. Then finally he got up and said to me, ‘Alright boy. You’ve got a choice. I want you to make it in as clear headed a space as I think you’re going to have just now. We can stop this right now, and you can go back to your boyfriend, back to being a top, or you can be vers and let your bf breed your hole so you’re not breaking any rules. Or, you can keep coming here, keep taking my loads, and I will turn you into my boy. I will make you into a real cumslut. I will push you and train you. I’ll make you into what I think you truly are, but there will be no going back. Once you agree you are mine. You will be my boy, I will be your Sir. My boys aren’t pretty little jocks who get a hankering for raw cock though. My boys are a true faggot cumdumps. My boys live to be bred. My boys live to service me and other men. In the end your bottom boyfriend won’t be able to satisfy you, you will get no pleasure from fucking him. Either he’ll find a new place in your life, or your relationship will be over. But this feeling,’ he slid a finger into my cummy hole, ‘this feeling will never end.’ “’Make me your boy!’ I practically screamed,” Jay gave me a little smile and a shrug acknowledging that he’d been ok with our relationship ending in that moment. After a beat he continued, “Sir said that he appreciated my enthusiasm, but that I needed to go home and think about it. He gave me a bar to meet him at that Friday, and then sent me home. “It was excruciating. I had five days to wait. Sir even said that no amount of begging would make him meet me any sooner. So I just had to deal. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and how good it felt to get fucked. I couldn’t concentrate at work. All I could think about was being stretched around Sir’s big raw cock. Wednesday after work I went to a sex shop and bought two dildos and a butt plug. I ran home and slathered them with lube and spent the night pounding myself till I passed out. It was something but it wasn’t enough. I felt like I was in heat. Thursday morning when I was getting ready for work I saw the butt plug on the counter of the bathroom. I lubed it out and slid it into my hole before going to the office. It was excruciating and pleasurable all at the same time. I had this secret, this tangible secret inside me. I had something inside my as while at work. It was like it was irradiating the part of me that had claimed to be a top by trying to bottom constantly. I did the same the next day. By the time I got to the bar to meet Sir I was basically in heat. I needed him. I needed to be fucked. I needed to be bred. The plug was banging against my prostate. My dick never got hard but it leaked constantly. It was insane. “Sir had just given me an address. I didn’t realize it was a leather bar till I got there. I felt nervous and excited. Sir was sitting at the bar when I walked in. He noticed me right away and gave me a huge smile. When I was close enough he caught me around the middle and kissed me. His hands roamed all over my body. He gabbed at my ass and stopped when he felt the base of the plug. I told him about going to the sex shop and just wanting to fell my hole being stretched. “He chuckled and said, ‘Don’t worry boy, we’re going to get you good and stretched out tonight.’ He moved me onto the barstool next to him and sat me down. ‘You remember what coming here tonight means?’ “’Yes Sir. It means I’m committing to being your boy. That you will teach me and train me to be the faggot cumslut you believe I am.’ “’And that’s what you want boy?’ “More than anything Sir.’ “’Good boy,’ he said. He flagged down the bartender and got me a beer. We sat and chatted for while we drank. It seemed strange to have a totally normal conversation while I had a plug in my ass and I’d just committed to being trained by him to be a cumslut. After we’d both finished our beers Sir got up and told me to follow him. He led me down a hallway and around a corner to a dimly lit bathroom. He pulled me into the handicapped stall and spun me around. He pulled my pants down and bent me over the toilet. ‘You’re gonna be my boy, well here’s your first lesson. You take my dick whenever I want.’ He tugged the plug from my hole and set it on the back of the toilet. Then he spat on his hand, slicked up his cock as slid it inside me. I moaned. ‘Keep it down slut. You’re not ready for a public show. Next time though. Next time we come to this bar you’ll be the star attraction.’ He pounded me fast and rough, building himself to orgasm quickly. He let out low guttural grunts and he pounded me, and then finally stuffed his cock into the hilt and pumped another load into me. I sighed finally feeling the warmth I craved. He pulled out quickly and stuffed the plug back into my hole. ‘Pull up your pants boy. Lets get out of here.’ “He led me out of the bar and into a cab. He asked me if I’d made any plans for the weekend. I told him no. He replied, ‘Good, then you’re spending the weekend with me.’ He fucked two more loads into me that night and then I passed out in his arms. The next morning I woke up to his dick already hard pushing into my hole. I was tender and sore from wearing a plug for basically two days straight and him fucking me three times the night before but I still pushed back. It felt good giving myself over to him even though my body was tired. He fucked me slow and gentle. I moaned as he slipped in and out of me. I remember just groaning with pleasure. He didn’t warn me he was going to come, he just whispered, ‘take my seed boy,’ in my ear and shot another load into me. I cleaned off his cock, and then he made us breakfast. “He told me that fag boys don’t get real clothes in his house, the only thing I’d be permitted to wear was a jockstrap or a thong. So it sat around naked with the plug back in my hole as we had a lazy, shockingly casual morning. Around lunch he told me to get dressed, that we were going shopping. He took me to a store down in the gayborhood, the kind we always walked past and wondered who shopped there. Inside he led me around handing me things that we were going to buy. That first trip it was all pretty tame things. A few jocks, a couple of thongs, some slutty tank tops. In the back he picked out a new larger butt plug and a dildo with a really pointed head, a wide ribbed shaft and a massive knot at the bottom. ‘Learning to take this is the first step in training that pretty little hole of yours,’ he said as he handed it to me. Then he took me up to the counter and paid for all of it. “Back at his house he made me strip as soon as we were inside and then pulled out a little black thong for me to wear. It was so small and skimpy. The pouch just covered my dick and the little string ran right across the base of the plug in my hole. Somehow, wearing that little thong while he was fully dressed made me feel even more slutty than being naked. He spent the rest of the weekend throat training me and breeding my hole. Half way through Sunday he had me try to ride the knotted dildo. I could only get half of it inside me. He fucked another load into me and then upgraded the plug to the new larger one. He sent me home that night plugged and full of cum with my new clothes and toys in a duffle. “You came home that Monday. We met up for dinner, had a nice night, went back to your place and Sir was right… I got hard, I fucked you but it didn’t feel right. Even as I came in the condom while fucking you all I could think about was taking Sir’s cock again. “That next morning at work my boss told me the client he’d sent me to dinner with had been so pleased with my pitch he’d signed on to the company and had requested me as his representative. Obviously, my boss had no idea that I’d spent the weekend with our new client learning to deep throat his cock and serve him like a true fag. He told me that the client had requested a meeting after lunch and I was to meet him at his office. Five minutes after getting to Sir’s office I was under his desk sucking his cock. “That was how I spent basically the whole week. Sir told me that I needed to get used to wearing my new slutty underwear so I’d put that on in the morning. Then, I’d go to work in the morning, do some clerical stuff, and then head to Sir’s office in the afternoon. He’d throat fuck me under his desk, bend me over and breed my hole while I repeated whatever degrading phrase he told me to… and then I’d switch my underwear so you wouldn’t suspect anything and with an ass full of Sir’s spunk we’d meet up and I’d try to enjoy fucking you. I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you, I’m still not, but what I needed was changing so intensely. “I told you I had a lot of work to catch up on that weekend so I could spend it with Sir. I showed up to his house after work on Friday. Sir wanted me open and ready to go when I got there so I’d spent the day with my new plug in. I was practically humping the walls when I got there. It didn’t matter that he’d bred me every day that week. I was so fucking horny. I got in the door and without being told stripped down to my tiny thong and got down on my need to suck his cock. I was getting better at it too. I could take half the shaft before I even felt discomfort. He let me blow him till he was just about to cum and then he pulled out and told me to open my mouth. I did and he jerked his cock off in front of me. His load shot all across my face and body. Some went in my mouth, and I swallowed that. The rest he made me leave, marking me as his faggot. “That weekend was the first time he locked my cock up.” Jay looked down at his little nub and smiled. “My first cage was way bigger. Probably double this. Sir said, ‘You don’t get hard when you’re servicing me any way. You just leak. So we’re going to lock your cock up to remind you of your place. Only real men have access to their dicks. Fags just have caged nubs.’ He had me look at myself in the mirror with the cage on. I looked like one of those fag subs I’d seen on Twitter. I loved it! I fucking loved how I looked. Sir told me that I was going to be locked from then on unless I was going to meet you. He gave me a key and told me that for now I was on the honor system but there would come a time when I’d have to commit and give the key over.” Jay looked at me and smiled. “This morning, after he downsized me to this nub Sir took the key. Today, I’ve given myself to Sir. I’m officially his now.” He touched the chain around his neck. “I’m his faggot slut. I’m his sub. And now I’ve made you my cuck. You’ve been cucked by a cumslut faggot… and that’s turned you on. Fuck babe. You’re leaking so much.” He licked the precum from my cock again, and in spite of myself I moaned. “It was Sir’s idea to tell you like this,” Jay continued. “He wanted you to see, not just hear what I had become… who I really am. He also guessed that you might like it.” “It was… at first it was frightening… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand… but I still got hard. Like right away. Seeing you like that. Seeing you beg strangers for their cum. It was… it was fucking hot.” “Sir said you needed to see me as a true cumdump. Not just taking his cock, but being bred like the fucking faggot that I am.” “Was that the first time you’ve done something like that?” “No… the second. Last weekend, I told you I was working over the weekend again, but I came here. I’d spent a week in my cage for the most part. I only took it off the two times we hung out and we only had sex once… and… I faked it. I didn’t cum. I couldn’t I just got rid of the condom before you could find out. Knowing that Sir didn’t want me to cum made it feel impossible. I locked up as soon as I got home that night. It just felt better. Having my dick locked away though, it made me feel… it made me feel even more desperate for cock. I had this constant reminder that I’m a faggot slut, and it made we want to be fucked constantly. I was still going to Sir’s office every afternoon and servicing him, but it wasn’t enough. On Wednesday I told Sir how horny I was and how much I thought about cock and he told me, ‘You know the solution to that. You tried it once before, and now that you know what you need is raw cock, you should try it again.’ “Sir had me open up the apps in his office while I was sitting on his cock. I must have asked him a dozen times if he was ok with another man fucking me. He told me, ‘It’s your duty as a faggot to service real men. If a man wants to fuck you, the only legitimate reason for you to say no, is that I’ve already summoned you.’ He bounced me on his cock as I chatted to guys, telling them how horny I was and that I needed to get fucked. This guy, in his thirties responded that he was free then and needed to blow his load. I told him I’d love to help him out. He asked where I wanted his load and I said, deep in my guts. He sent me his address. Sir bounced me harder till he blew his load and then sent me off to meet my first raw hookup. “The guy lived close to Sir’s work, so it was a fast walk. I remember how slick my cheeks felt as I walked. I kept Sir’s load clenched in my hole. The guy laughed when he saw me in my thong and my cage. He called me a fucking faggot, and hauled me into the bedroom. Now that he knew I was a sub and a slut he wasn’t about to be gentle. He didn’t even take off his shirt. He just dropped his pants and slammed his dick into my cummy hole. It was amazing. He fucked me hard and fast building up to his orgasm. He groaned and moaned. He told me I had such a nice cunt. I liked that. I liked him calling my hole a cunt. He fucked so hard and deep. Then, without a single word, just a deep grunt he pushed his dick into me and shot his load. “It was so different from how Sir fucked me and yet it was fulfilling too. It felt so good. Having him shoot his load inside me was exactly what I needed. He kicked me out basically as soon as he’d gone soft. Out on the street I texted Sir about it. He asked me how I felt, and I told him that I felt like a sexy fucking slut! He told me to go home and grab some clothes for the next day and then come over and spend the night with him. “That night was the first time he downsized my cage. He said ‘This is your reward. The more you embrace your faggot slut self the more I’m going to change your body to reflect that. This first cage was just to get you used to it, but its way too big for a slut like you. We’re going to shrink this cock down till it’s just a little nub.’ The next cage was maybe an inch and a half long. It felt tiny, but it was still big compared to this.” Jay grinned proudly. “I told Sir how sexy it had made me feel when the guy realized I was a slut to be used and just took me. Then I told him about the guy calling my hole a cunt when he bred me. “Sir laughed and said, ‘You’ve got a nice hole boy but it’s not a cunt yet. That’s going to take more training and a lot more loads. Don’t look so sad boy, is that what you want? You want your hole turned into a big sloppy cunt? Remember all you have to do is ask.’ “’Yes Sir! Please. Please train my hole. Please turn my tight little hole into a big sloppy cunt!’ “Sir practically dragged me upstairs. He pulled out all these toys and started fucking them into me. As he was sliding a big long dildo into me he said, ‘This is what its going to take boy. You’re going to have to train your hole every day. Soon it will open up into a nice wet pussy and then it will become a big ruined cunt. But you have to work at it every day. I’m going to send you home with some toys and you’re going to spend an hour every morning working your pretty little hole open. Every day you’re going to finish by trying to take the knot on the dildo I bought you. Don’t force it, don’t hurt yourself. Just work up to it. Once its inside you you’ll know you’ve made your hole into a pussy and you’re ready for real destruction. “He fucked me with two fingers stuffed in my hole that night alongside his shaft. I felt so loose afterwards. It was a new feeling. It wasn’t just the fullness of having all that cum inside me, or that I’d now been bred by two different men. It was how used my hole felt. The tenderness around the ring, the sight pooch it had, how it felt like it wasn’t fully closed. “The next morning before I left Sir’s house for work I spent an hour squatting over the dildo’s he’d left out for me working my hole wider and wider. Then when I went to see him that afternoon he fucked me again with two fingers in my hole. I was so loose when you and I went on our date that night. That was when I pretended to cum while I fucked you. It was impossible to think of anything but how gaped my hole felt. I went home and spent another hour bouncing on my new toys. I could just take the knot dildo to just above the knot. I could feel its width against my ring. It made me even more desperate. In the morning I spent an hour again riding the toys, this time I could feel my hole trying to let the knot in. The constant stretching and destruction was working. “I spent that Friday night at Sir’s. He fingered me and stretched me and fucked me. He kept telling me what a pretty cunt I was going to have when he was done with me. Saturday Sir fucked me instead of my training my hole, but when he was done he stuffed a what felt like a massive plug in my hole. He kept me plugged like that for the rest of the day. A locked and plugged fag. “After dinner he asked, ‘Are you ready for the next step in turning you sweet hole into a wet pussy?’ I emphatically told him yes. He had me take the plug out of my hole, telling me it would just get in the way, and then had me get dressed in a skimpy black jockstrap, a pair of little running shorts and a stringy tank top. I looked like a total slut when I looked at myself in the mirror. “We went back to the bar he’d had me meet him at. This time we didn’t stop at the bar for drinks, he led me up to the second floor. It was much darker here, with lots of dark nooks and booths. He looked around for a second, and then spotted a group of guys. He waved to them and walked over. They were sitting in a U-shaped booth with a small table in the middle. It was off in a corner, out of the way, and very dimly lit. It took my eyes a minute to adjust and take in the six guys already sitting there. They were all handsome and rugged, though quite different in the details. They smiled at me and made pleasantries with Sir, who soon slipped into the booth at one end. “Sir took me by the hips and guided me to sit on his lap. I could feel his dick start to get hard in his pants. I rubbed my ass back on him as the men chatted. He shifted a bit and I could feel him tug his pants down a little. Then he pulled my running shorts off to one side exposing my hole. I gasped as he rocked us both forward and then back sliding his cock easily into my stretched hole. He hugged me to him, his raw cock buried in my guts. ‘Alright fag, here’s the deal,’ he said in my ear, ‘I told you it would take a lot more training and a lot more loads to turn this hole into a pussy. You’re doing really well on your training, but now its time to start collecting those loads. My friends here are going to help you with that.’ I looked around at the group of men around me and saw that they had all undone their pants or pulled them down. ‘I want you to go round the booth and ride each one of them until they breed you. Understand?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “’Good boy, start with Mike here.’ He lifted me off his cock and passed me to the man next to him. I had to hover in the air for a second as Mike fished his wide cock out of his pants. Then he lined it up with my hole and pulled me down onto him. He was so fat that it stretched my hole to the limit. I remember moaning loudly, and Mike putting his hand over my mouth. ‘Don’t moan too loud boy, I don’t think you’re ready for this to turn into a gangbang with the whole bar. Mike used his hips to bounce me up and down on his cock, taking control. He kept his hand over my mouth. The other men watched and chatted, sometimes talking about how they wanted to use me and sometimes talking about totally benign nonsexual matters. It was strange how they could watch me being fucked and talk about the price of groceries. “Mike came fairly quickly and passed me to the next guy, and then the next guy. I made my way around the circle. Sometimes ending up bent over the low coffee table, sometimes riding a guy as hard as I could. Outside out little booth the bar was crowded. Guys were drinking and chatting with their friends. It mostly just seemed like a regular bar. Though I did see a big bear push a twink to his knees and face fuck him against a wall as I rode the last guy. “I was sweaty and panting when I moved back across the booth to sit on Sir’s lap once again. It had taken me over an hour to make it around the circle and had collected six loads. Sir slid his dick into me again and growled, ‘You didn’t think you were done did you boy? Ride me fucking cock faggot.’ I put one foot against the table and pushed myself back against Sir. I pulled myself up till only his head was inside me and dropped back down. I was determined to put on a show and really enjoy the sensation of being fucked with a hole full of cum. “Sir’s breathing was just getting shallow when another man appeared. At first I was the only one who noticed him. Thirty maybe, shirtless in a pair of tight black jeans. He had a cute face and a really hairy chest. He watched me ride Sir’s cock. We made eye contact and he licked his lips. Sir grunted, and pulled me down onto his crotch. His cock thickened and then released another wave into me. “The guy stepped closer to our group and smiled. He gave his throat a little clear and said, ‘Is this a private party or can anyone have a go with the slut?’ “I lent so I could look at Sir behind me. ‘You said any man who wants to fuck me right?’ I said. “’Fucking slut,’ Sir said laughing, ‘you’re giving into this faster than I thought you would.’ He looked up at the new guy. ‘Why don’t you take my slut into the bathroom and give him a propper pounding.’ “The guy grinned and reached out his hand to me, ‘You got it Sir,’ he replied. I took his hand and he lifted me out of the booth pulling me off of Sir’s deflating cock. I looked back at him and grinned, then was whisked away to the bathroom. The new guy took me back to the same stall Sir had had me in the pervious time we were there. He pushed me forward and pulled my shorts down. ‘Fuck,’ he said, ‘you really did take very guy in that booth, didn’t you? You’re fucking leaking!’ He lined up his cock and slid it inside me. “’They’re Sir’s friends, he’s training my… fuck your cock feels good… he’s training my hole, well and he’s training me. He’s making me into his faggot. Fuck yeah! Pound my hole. He’s making me into his faggot cumdump and part of that is wrecking my hole till it’s a fucking cunt.” “’Shit that’s hot. A pussy boy in training. Fuck yeah. God all those loads feel good around my dick. I’m not gonna last long. I’m gonna fucking breed your faggot ass. Fucking take my load you fucking slut!” He pulled out and fired his first shot all over my ass covering me in his load and then slammed it back inside as his dick continued to pulse. ‘Don’t bother cleaning up,’ he said after he was finished and pulled out. ‘Everyone in the bar can see what a fucking slut you are. Go show your Sir that you were a good boy and took my load.’ “I pulled up my pants, without cleaning his load off me at all, and went back up to the second floor where Sir and his friends were waiting. My butt felt damp and slick. I knew there was a wet spot forming from the new guys cum and the loads leaking out of my battered hole. “’Jesus, you look a mess,’ Sir said when I got back to the booth, ‘I’d better get you home before you end up with the whole bar inside you.’ We said goodbye to his friends, and I thanked them for their loads and he took me back to his apartment.” “Fuck, Jay…” I said taking him in, “That’s so… that’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe how quickly you gave in. Fuck. I’m so fucking horny now. I feel like I should be mad, I should be upset but fuck. I’m just horny. Why don’t you suck me off and it can be out secret?” Jay grinned at me, “Sorry babe. Sir said you’re not allowed to cum. He told me edge you and tell you about how we turned me. He said he thought you finding out you’ve been made a cuck for weeks would turn you on though.” “I guess… fuck I guess it does.” I had to accept the truth. I was hornier than I’d ever been after hearing Jay’s story. “Don’t worry,” Jay said, “Sir will be back soon. He’s excited to have you as a cuck now too!” “Fuck… ok then, finish your story. Last Saturday a group of Sir’s friends bred you, plus some random guy from the bar and Sir…” “Right… well we slept in Sunday, but I still woke up to Sir slowly fucking me. He held me tight as he worked his cock into me. I pushed back against him and took his load deep inside me. It feels so good starting the day with his cum inside me. Having that slick wet feeling before I’m even out of bed. After he came he left me to do my training while he made breakfast. I could feel my hole stretching around the knot of the dildo. I wanted it inside me so badly, but I wasn’t quite there. After an hour I went back down, my hole gaped and sloppy. Sir slipped three fingers into me and played with my hole for a moment before setting down my food. “I remember going over and kissing him before I say down. ‘Thank you,’ I said. “’For what boy?’ “’For last night, and this morning, for all of it. Fuck! I’ve never felt this alive. I’ve never felt this sexy. I’m so horny all the time it’s amazing. Seriously. I just spent an hour stretching out my hole, after you fucked a load into me, and you fingering me for thirty seconds has me feral. Seriously. If all your friends from the bar wanted to come and breed me right now I would be down!’ “He kissed me back, and held onto me for a long moment. When we broke apart he said, ‘Eat up. I think we have a stop to make today.’ “Sir didn’t tell me where we were going. He just had me dress in a thong and a pair of jeans with a regular t-shirt and get on the train. It was the first time Sir and I took the train together. I had this feeling that everyone around us could tell I was his boy, his cumdump. I imagined that they could all smell the sex wafting off of me, and it made my hole twitch. I liked the idea of being exposed. I started to realize that was also part of the fun of the night before, it wasn’t just getting fucked by all those guys. It was the exposure, the fact that anyone could see us and know what a fucking slut I am. It wasn’t just that Sir was breeding me, or had locked up my cock, or had me wearing slutty little thongs. It was that he was exposing me. He was shifting it so that my inner most desires, things I hadn’t yet fully understood myself, were outwardly displayed for anyone to see. I thought about what he’d said, about how as I let go more and more he was going to help me change my outsides to match. “We got off the train down in the village and he led me to a little store front on a side street. It was a tattoo parlor. I felt a little panicked. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a tattoo, but I shouldn’t have worried. Sir walked in and said to the guy sitting at the counter, ‘Hey Carl, how’s it going. We need to get my new boy’s nipples pierced.’ “’Sounds good. Mind locking that door behind you, come on back boy.’ Sir locked the front door of the shop and switched the sign to open. I thought it was odd but didn’t ask any questions. I followed Carl into the back of the shop where he had me stand and take off my shirt. He looked me up and down, measured my nipples and marked them out. Then he had me sit on table so he could be at eye level. My heart was pounding. “’You’re doing so good boy,’ Sir said. ‘You’re going to look so fucking sexy with your nipples pierced. Think about it. Think about yourself naked, your dick packed into a tight little cage, a collar around your neck. You’ll look like the perfect little slut.’ “’Yes Sir,’ I moaned, imagining it. In the second that I had my eyes closed Carl slipped the needle through one of my nipples and locked the piercing in place. “’Well done boy,’ Carl said, and moved to the other one. ‘Deep breath for me. That’s it and…’ he deftly slipped the needle through my other nipple and twisted the piercing closed. ‘All done.’ “Carl stepped out of the way and I looked at myself in the mirror. The piercings glittered against my skin. Sir was right, even wearing jeans I looked so sexy. Nipple piercings make some guys seem tough, mine made me seem abusable. “’Do you like them boy?’ Sir asked? “’I love them Sir!’ “’Good boy, now get on your knees and say thank you properly to Carl.’ I looked around and saw that Carl had undone his pants and flopped a long fat cock out of his briefs. I dropped to my knees immediately and gobbled him down. Sir’s throat training really was working wonders. I got Carl all the way down my throat before I gagged a little. I grabbed his hips and pressed on, fighting my body’s reaction and making myself deep throat his beautiful cock. “Carl grabbed the back of my head and fucked his cock into my mouth. I coughed and spluttered but kept my throat open for his dick. I stuck out my tongue to lick the shaft as he throat fucked me. Thick spit started to bubble up on the sides of my mouth. It dribbled down my chin splattering the floor. My face felt slick. Carl just kept fucking. He moaned and grunted. His fingers twisted into my hair. ‘Fuck yeah. Fucking choke on my cock faggot.’ He said. ‘That’s it fucking swallow my load boy!’ He moved his dick so it was resting in my mouth and fired off his load. I gulped it down as fast as I could. A little trickle leaked out down my chin, but Carl scooped it up with his cock head and pushed it back into my mouth. Even as I tried to catch my breath I cleaned off Carl’s cock. I licked up every drop of cum. “Sir cleaned me up and took me home. He was really gentle with me the rest of the day. He knew my nipples were tender and I’d experienced a lot in the last day and a half. He fucked me softly on the living room couch, then we shared a drink and had dinner. He held me close that night as we fell asleep, his cock semi hard and nestled between my cheeks. “In the morning he called my boss and told them he was having an emergency and needed me to come to his office for the entire week. Five minutes later my boss called me to tell me to report to Sir’s office, and I had to pretend that Sir wasn’t balls deep inside me while on the phone. We didn’t go to work all week. We stayed home and Sir trained me. I spent lots of time playing with toys. Slowly opening my hole more and more. Sir fucked me every morning, and several times each day. At least once a day he’d send me to meet one of his friends. Sometimes he’d come with me, other time’s he just give me an address and send me on my way. “’You need to learn boy that you exist to service men. A faggot like you exists for the pleasure of men. You are mine, you are my boy, but you cannot deny a man who wants to use you.’ “He sent me to all sorts of guys. Older guys, younger guys. Big guys, fit guys, really skinny guys. Twice he told me to get on the app and find someone to breed me. Last night I found this twinky college senior with a massive dick. I went to his apartment. He told me we had to be quiet because his roommates were home. He took me in his bedroom and just went straight for my hole. If I hadn’t had Sir’s load in me as lube I would have screamed. His dick was so long it was banging places only toys had hit before. If he’d really wanted me to be quiet he shouldn’t have fucked me so hard. I couldn’t help it. He just pounded the sounds out of me. I was moaning and gasping when he bottomed out a came. ‘Fucking take my load you stupid faggot,’ he practically yelled. “His roommate was standing right outside the door when we opened it after. The twink tried to apologize, but the roommate gave me this look. Without even going to the roommate’s room I got on my knees and fished out his cock. I sucked him there in the doorway and then turned around and presented my freshly bred hole to him. He slammed his fat dick into my hole and pounded me mercilessly. ‘Fucking slut faggot, taking my roommate’s load wasn’t enough for you. No a caged up slut like you lives to be bred. You need to be fucked, don’t you? You cant say no to a raw dick in your fucking home.’ He pounded me into the wall until he came. Then he pulled up my pants and said, ‘get the fuck out faggot.’ Hearing Jay talk about being degraded by random strangers made my cock throb even more. He’d fallen so much further than I could even imagine. “Then this morning at the end of my training I was working on the knot dildo and felt something different. I was still being stretched but my hole seemed willing somehow. It seemed easier. I squatted over it, using my weight to push me down. I felt it. My hole was opening. I let out this crazed groan and my hole opened up. The knot slipped inside me and locked into place. I fell forward moaning. Sir came in to see what the noise was and found me ass up with the dildo knotted into my ass. “’You did it boy. Fuck yes. Look at that.’ He gave the base of the dildo a tug, the knot pulling at my hole. ‘Knotted like a bitch in heat. Fuck. Look at that. A big fucking dildo knotted into your new pussy. Fucking sexy little faggot.’ “Hearing Sir call my hole a pussy was electrifying. I’d done it. I’d taken one more step to having a really ruined cunt. I’m one step close to being the cumdump I’m supposed to be.” Jay looked at me wild eyed and continued. “Sir had me get up, with the dildo still knotted inside me and follow him into the bedroom. ‘Time for a new cage, one that befits a fag pussy like you. But there’s one catch. This time, the key stays with me. If you’re ready to be a fag pussy you become locked permanently. That mean’s you wont be able to keep up the charade of you being a top with your little boyfriend.’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I told him I was ready. I wanted to be a fag pussy. He unlocked the medium cage and crammed my dick into this little one. Then he tossed me on the bed, tore the dildo out and fucked me like a beast in heat. While he was inside me he told me to grab my phone from the nightstand and invite you to a work dinner tonight. He explained his plan, well most of his plan to me. I was to bring you up here, and get you naked. He was then going to restrain you, and you were going to then watch me get fucked. It would be your cuck initiation by fire. You’d ever find yourself turned out or furious. Either way we couldn’t keep up the illusion.” “Now what,” I asked, looking at Jay. “Now,” the stranger’s voice said from behind me, “You have a choice. Your bf has chosen his path. You now get to choose yours.” The stranger walked around my chair for the first time and I finally got a look at Sir. He was well over six feet, with broad powerful shoulders. He was shirtless, showing off his big round pecs, massive protruding nipples, strong flat stomach and dense, dark body hair. He was one of those men so covered in hair that they just exuded an animalistic masculinity. His thick arms, with heavy veins had dark ripples of hair all along them. He wore tight dark jeans that did nothing to hide the dense musculature of his legs nor the massive bulge of his dick pointing off to the right of his crotch. Jay moved from where he had been kneeling in front of me to kneel at Sir’s feet. They both looked at me expectantly. “You can either leave, and your relationship with Jay ends. Which honestly, I think would be sad. Or you can take your place in out new dynamic as the desperate horny little cuck that you are and watch as Jay gets transformed from this cute little cum hungry jock to an absolutely farel cum slut with a massive cored out wreck of a cunt. Something tells me, even though this is the first time we’re meeting, that you had more fun tonight than you have in a long time sexually. Give in, enjoy it…” -Six months later- Jay moaned. He was strapped up in a sling, his head laying back against the headrest, his arms and legs buckled to the sling’s support chains. His cock, stuffed into a tiny black micro numb cage leaked constantly as the beefy man between his legs worked his forearm into Jay’s stretched hole. A big arm wrapped itself around my chest, pulling me into Sir’s powerful body. I sunk into him. “Look at our boy go,” Sir said in my ear. “He used to fuck you, remember? Remember when he’d pound your tight little hole with his big jock cock and make you moan like a little slut. Remember when he wanted to play safe and only fucked you with a condom? Now look at him. Look at that big bear fist his cunt. He fucking loves it. He’s not a top any more. As much as you want him to be he’s mine now. He’s my dumb fucking little faggot slut.” My own cock strained in its cage, precum dripped onto the bathhouse floor. I let out a long moan.

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.”

9. He led me to a door off the kitchen and then down a flight of stairs. The basement was dark apart from a faint red glow. I knew immediately where he was leading me. Dan has sent me a picture of himself in a sling in this same dim red light. We turned a corner at the bottom of the stairs and I was met with a sight I’d never imagined in all my life. Laid out in front of me, bathed in red light, was a true play room. In the center of the room a sling hung suspended below the mirrored ceiling from thick chains. Off to one side was a chair with no center to the seat, a strange looking contraption under it, and thick restraints on the arms and legs. Opposite the chair was a slanted padded bench with restraints at each end. Along one wall were shelves full of toys of all kinds; bondage, gear, dildos, plugs, anything you could imagine. On the wall across from the shelves on a small platform was big wooden X also fitted out with restraints. “Welcome to my playroom boy.” “Its… Sir, I’ve never seen anything like it! What are all these things?” “You’ll get to experience all of them in good time. Come over here thought and get in the sling.” He grabbed me under my arms and lifted me into the sling pitching me backwards. I collapsed into the leather bed, my legs immediately swinging upward. It was like the shape of the sling had forced them up. Sir grinned at me, and took hold of one of my legs. He brought my ankle over to the chain and fastened the leather restraint hanging from the chain to my leg. Then he did the other one. As he moved around to my arms he said, “The first step in your transformation is giving me control of your cock.” He grabbed my cage and shock it. “The second step is giving me control of your hole.” “You have it Sir! My hole is yours!” I said enthusiastically as he connected my remaining arm to the sling chain. “You may feel like you’ve given up your hole,” he replied, grinning wickedly, “but I’m about to make it mine.” He left my field of vision for a moment and when he returned he was carrying a small table covered with toys. “Breaking your boyfriend was all about getting him to admit he was a cumdump. That he needed to raw cock, and that your cock was never going to be what he needed. It was about showing him how much he craved the cock of a real man. Breaking you is different.” As he spoke he started to lube up a toy. Looking up into the mirror I could just make out a long thick shiny black shaft in the gloom. “Breaking you is about showing you you’re not a top at all. You’re just as much a sub as your little boyfriend was… actually if I’m right about you, and I usually am, you’re going to become even more of a sub than him.” He pressed the lubed up toy against my cum filled hole. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I let the air slowly out of my lungs Sir pushed the toy more firmly into my hole. There was a moment of resistance and then my hole gave way. I moaned, my head crashing back onto the sling and the silicone shaft slid deep inside me. “Your ex has a hunger for cum. Its what makes him a good bottom. Keeping him locked up and horny makes him a good sub. It keeps him focused and loyal. You on the other hand.” He pushed the toy deeper. “You gave into me before you’d even seen my cock in person. You gave in just watching those videos of me using your ex.” A few more inches of the toy slid inside me and I groaned. “You’re not just after cum… though from how much is oozing out of your hole right now you certainly are falling into the same cum addition as your ex. Yes, this pussy’s going to turn into a big beautiful cunt in no time. No for your it’s not just about cum. Its about submission. You are a natural sub. That’s why you had such a hard time seeking cock out, your natural inclination is to just give in.” He pressed the toy a little harder still. I felt resistance deep inside my hole and then suddenly it was gone and the toy side in to the base. “Just like that. Your second hole just gave up and let me inside. You’re a natural born sub. Your meant for this. You were never a top. You were just pretending. Waiting for the day for someone to show you who you truly are.” He pulled the toy back and slowly began to fuck me with it. As Sir slowly slid the toy in and out of my hole ravaging my second hole I lost myself in the bliss. I watched in the mirror above me as his strokes became easier, as the toy looked slicker and slicker. I watched the hair around my hole cling to its shaft as Sir drew it back out again and again before sliding it hilt deep inside me once more. It was like an out of body experience. The pleasure of being opened was more than my brain could process and so I watched it from outside myself. I listened to Sir talk about how I was a natural born sub, how my hole was made for this, how I was made for this, and I could think of no counter argument. Why would I want a counter argument? Submitting felt so good. It was so peaceful and clear to give in to what Sir wanted. It has been easy to give in to what Jack wanted. Though I had been the instigator I had obeyed the man earlier today. I had even given in to Jack’s friend when he’d found me still in the bathroom. Submitting was the easiest thing in the world. “Fuck yes,” Sir cooed, pulling the full length of the toy out of me again. “You took that so well. Fuck.” He ran his fingers around my gaping hole. “I’m going to be able to get my whole fucking fist inside you soon.” “Fuck! Really Sir?” “If you want it bad enough you’d be amazed what you can take.” “I want it Sir! I want you to ruin me!” “Oh do you now?” “Yes Sir! I want you to make me into your boy! I want you to make my pussy into a cunt! I want to me yours! I want to serve you. I want you to make me into whatever you want. I want to be the perfect hole for you! I want to be the perfect hole for anyone you want to share me with! Please Sir! Destroy me. Make me into your pig! Your sub! Your cumdump! Your whore! Please Sir!” “Look in the mirror boy.” As I was begging Sir had been twisted and wriggling his fingers inside me. Little by little he’d pressed all four of his fingers into me. Then formed a spear with his hand, his thumb tucked tight to his palm. Very slowly, while I pleaded with him to make me his, he’d pressed his pointed hand into my willing hole and slid his beefy fist into me. Looking in the mirror I gasped as I suddenly understood what I was seeing. My hole clung tightly to his wrist, stretched wider than it ever had been before. “I told you. You’re a natural.” He pulled his hand back and I watched in awe as me hole gaped open to let the widest part of his hand side through. “Deep breath, and then let it out slowly, you’re going to watch me fist you this time.” I did as he said, and watched in amazement as I breathed out and my hole spread easily around his invading digits and swallowed him up to the wrist. “Holy shit,” I panted. “Good boy,” Sir whispered and pulled his hand out again. Almost immediately he pressed it back inside me. It was even easier this time. I just moaned as my hole became a gaping maw and his fist disappeared inside me. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect. From condoms only top to raw fisting bottom in just five days. Who could have imagined it.” “Oh fuck Sir it feels so good! Thank you, Sir!” “That’s it boy,” He said as he took his hand out of my hole. “Open that cunt up for me.” “Cunt Sir?” “Once you can get a my big fucking fist in your hole it’s a cunt boy.” “Thank you for opening me up and making my hole a cunt Sir!” “You’re welcome boy. You should be proud. It took your ex a full week of stretching sessions to get my fist in his guts. I told you, he’s a cumdump. You are a real sub cunt.” “Thank you Sir!” “Now, I think,” he pulled the straining pouch of his jock aside, “you’ve earned this.” He lined up his cock with my abused open hole and rammed it home. There was no need for going slow or getting my hole used to his cock. After his fist taking his cock was easy. It felt simple and perfect. As if it had been made to take this man’s cock. It pressed on all the right places inside me and I lost myself in the crashing waves of pleasure. I watched absently in the mirror above as Sir rammed into my hole. He gripped the chains just below my legs. The sling swung wildly with his thrusts ramming me into his cock with ever increasing speed. I was gone. I became nothing but a whimpering, begging fuck hole for him. I was his toy. I submitted. I gave in. I let go. As Sir built to a climax I started to understand what he meant. Yes I wanted his load, I wanted it more than anything in the world, but there was something else. I wanted to make him feel good. I’d wanted that too when I’d taken Jack to the bathroom, when I’d said yes to his friend fucking me, when Jack and I had gone home together. I’d wanted it when I woke up to Jack sliding his cock inside me. I’d even wanted it when I had pursued Daddy a few hours ago. I’d been the one who had instigated the hook up but once it was happening I’d wanted him to feel good. Moreover, I’d felt pride when they had felt good. Getting them off was making them feel pleasure and that made me happy. A new kind of climax thundered through me as Sir’s cock started to throb inside my hungry cunt. As his load pumped into my guts a euphoric pride washed over me. It came with all the same endorphins as an orgasm but without the physical release. My cock remained tightly locked in its cage, almost soft, a thick river of precum oozing out of it, while my mind experienced all of the joy that comes with climax. Sir bellowed as he fired off the last volleys of cum inside me. He was covered in sweat and grinning ear to ear. “Well done boy.” “Fuck! Thank you, Sir. I love being your hole.” “Good boy. How do you feel.” “I feel… I’ve never felt like this. I’m… I’m proud that my hole made you cum. That my body could give you pleasure like that. I feel… I’m… proud is the wrong word but, I’m excited that my body is able to do these things. I can’t believe I took your fist so easily. I can’t believe how good it feels to have you inside me again Sir. I can’t believe how good it feels to get you to cum, to get a man in general to cum.” I was rambling. “That’s perfect boy. That’s exactly what you should be feeling. You’re coming into your own. You’re becoming the sub you’re meant to be. You’ve given up your cock and…” he turned to the table next to him, picked up a big metallic orange plug, slathered it in lubed and turned back to my ass, “given up your hole.” He pushed the massive plug into me. I grunted as the base locked into place. “Both in record time. Its ok to feel a little overwhelmed. Beginning a new life can be overwhelming. You are in good hands and this is your path.” “Thank you, Sir. I know it is.” Sir wiped his hands on a towel, and started to release my from the restraints. My arms fell onto my chest all the blood rushing back to my hands. He lifted me gingerly from the sling and held me for a moment. “You’ve given up your cock, and your cunt, are you ready to give up your body?” “Yes Sir! I’ll do anything for you!” “Good boy.”

8. I could have driven my car home and walked to Sir’s but I didn’t want to waste any time. I drove straight there. Parked in his driveway I sent a text to Jack, “It worked. I found a guy online, got him to breed me and now Sir says I’m ready! Thank you for your help!” “I can’t wait to see what you look like owned! Have fun slut!” He texted back. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I was so excited I was shaking. I steadied myself and walked up to Sir’s front door. He opened it before I could knock. This time he wasn’t dressed in just a casual tank top and shorts. He wore a black leather harness strapped across his chest, a thick waisted black jock already bulging from his erecting, and knee-high black leather boots. He grabbed me by shirt and pulled me into the house. “Are you ready to become a real faggot?” He said, his face inches from mine. “Yes Sir!” “Are you ready for me to make you boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Are you ready for me to ruin you?” “Yes Sir!” “Are you ready to become my sub? To obey me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Strip. My boys don’t wear clothes in this house.” For the second time in less than an hour I tore my clothes off next to the front door of a man’s house. “Perfect,” he said when I was completely naked. “Now, we’re going to take your transformation nice and slow. Not for your sake, it’s just more fun for me to watch you slowly disappear and new sub pig take your place.” “Whatever you want Sir! I just don’t want any of these feelings to end.” “They never will boy. Now follow me.” He led me through his front room and around the back of the house into the kitchen. I was slightly confused but followed him dutifully. “Hop up on the island there,” he gestured to the large cooking island in the middle of the room. Was he going to fuck me here in the kitchen? Sir turned to the freezer, and took something out. “Deep breaths boy. We’ve got to get that cock of yours to go down a little.” With that he pressed an ice pack to my hard leaking cock. I gasped. “Deep breaths,” he reminded. I took a long shuddering breath in and closed my eyes. I tried to think of anything but the cold. It seemed to go on forever. Really though it was less than thirty seconds later when he took the ice pack away and slid something around my cock and balls. I kept my eyes closed. I knew what was happening but at the same time wanted to be surprised. I tried to focus on not getting hard again as Sir manipulated my shaft. I felt cold plastic press into my cock head, then heard the click of a lock and Sir made a little satisfied sound. I opened my eyes and looked down. The cock I had once been proud of, that I had described as big while I fucked my ex boyfriend’s tight hole, was now locked in a black plastic cage less than two inches long. My cock strained against its new confines, but there was no escape. My dick was locked up tight. The first part of my transformation into Sir’s sub pig was complete. “What do you think boy?” I looked at Sir blankly for a moment. I was too lost in my own excitement to speak. When I did manage to say something the first thing that came to my mind was, “Thank you Sir!” “It’s a little big still, but we’ll downsize you soon enough.” “Downsize me?” “You didn’t think I was going to lock you once and then just leave you like that did you?” “No Sir… I didn’t… I didn’t know that was an option,” I said a little abashedly. Sir leaned close and kissed me before saying, “The cage that’s on your cock right now is the one I locked your ex in that first night. I downsized him to one a half inch smaller this morning. In a week you’ll inherit that cage when I downsize him again. Then again in another week, and then again. Till both your cocks are trapped in the smallest cage you’ll fit into.” “Fuck! Sir that’s so hot. So this is… this is the cage he was wearing in those photos the night you claimed him?” “It sure is boy. Now you’ll be wearing it when we reintroduce the two of you, but that’s later.” “Is he here Sir?” “No he’s not here this time. I’ll bring him around later, but don’t worry about that now. This isn’t about your ex, this is about you becoming who you’re supposed to be. This is about your submission.” “Yes Sir!” “Are you ready for the next step?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Then follow me downstairs.”

7. “Good boy. It felt good to give into being a slut didn’t it,” Sir said after I told him about the second guy fucking me in the bathroom. “Yes Sir! It felt amazing. I feel like such a slut! But I’m still desperate for your cock… have I proven myself yet?” “You’re almost there, boy, but not quite. You’re on the right track. Just keep giving in. Keep doing what feels good.” “But Sir… Dan said that after he got fucked by another man you told him to come right over. I thought that would be the same…” “Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me. I had to break him of his connection to you so he could become his true self. You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom. Getting fucked in the club bathroom is a good start but you’re not ready for my cock again. Keep going boy. I’m proud of you.” “Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir. I can’t wait till I’ve earned your cock again.” “Good boy. Go be the slut I know you are.” I stood in the bathroom for a moment not sure what to do with myself. I’d been convinced that the key to getting Sir to fuck me again was taking some other guy’s load. It had worked for my ex. He’d given into his desperation for cum and Sir had immediately wanted him, but for me that wasn’t enough. I looked at Sir’s message and read it again, ‘Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me… You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom.’ What did that mean? I’d just gotten fucked by two different guys, I had their loads inside me. What else did I have to do to show him I had truly given in? I left the bathroom feeling frustrated. I wanted Sir to fuck me! Despite having two big loads deep inside me I was still horny and I was convinced only Sir’s cock would satiate me. When I found our group again Jack grinned at me. He walked over and caught me around me waist. Grinning he kissed me and said, “I can’t believe you let Mike fuck you too! That’s so fucking hot. I bet you feel fucking full now. Mike and I both cum a lot.” “No kidding, my holes so fucking wet.” “Fuck!” Jack said and kissed me again, “how did this happen? How did you suddenly become suck a slut? Was it just the breakup?” I looked at Jack’s handsome face and thought: fuck it, if Sir’s not gonna fuck me tonight… “Why don’t you take me home and I’ll tell you the story while I milk another load out of you.” “Oh shit yeah. I’ve got at least one more load in me if you’re willing to work for it.” I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, “I’m going to ride you till your balls are empty.” “Lets get a car.” We careened into Jack’s apartment, barely making it in the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off. We left a trail of discarded shirts and pants as we tumbled towards Jack’s bedroom. When he slammed the door shut we were both left in only our straining briefs. Jack knocked me back onto the bed, and pulled off my briefs. He lifted my legs onto his shoulder and then got down between them and licked at my cum filled hole. I let out a long deep moan at the first flick of his tongue. “Alright, spill. You’re dating Dan and you’re a condoms only mostly top. The two of you break up and now you’re a cumdump bottom. What happened?” “Well,” I said, between gasps as Jack continued to eat me out, “It started with these texts.” I told Jack the whole story. I told him about my ex texting me that first night, and how horny it had made me. I told him about texting with Sir. Then about going to Sir’s house. I told him how good it had felt giving in and taking Sir’s cock. I told him how hot it was seeing Dan transformed into Sir’s toy. I even told him that I wanted Sir to do that to me, that I now fantasized about belonging to Sir. Lastly, I told him about Sir telling me he wouldn’t fuck me till I was truly lost in the cum lust. That Dan had said once he’d been so horny as to let another man fuck him that Sir had immediately bred him again, but that for some reason for me that wasn’t enough. Even with the waves of pleasure coursing through me as Jack lapped the cum from my hole, I felt frustrated. Why didn’t Sir want me? Why wasn’t getting fucked by both Jack and his friend enough? “Because you didn’t have to work for those loads,” Jack said coming up for air and crawling between my legs. He hovered over me, his face slick with spit and cum. “What?” I hadn’t realized I’d voiced my frustrations about Sir not fucking me out loud to him. “Mike and I… you didn’t have to work to get our loads you just said yes when the opportunity presented itself. Giving your hole up to anyone who wants it is a good instinct for a cumdump.” He lined his throbbing cock up with my hole again. “But I think what this guy…” “Sir.” I corrected him. “Sir,” Jack said smiling and pressed his cock into me, “means when he says ‘give in to being a bottom’ is you need to not just be saying yes when cock is presented to you but hunting for it.” He stabbed his cock forward in one swift motion making us both groan. Jack hammered and pumped working himself up to another load. He finally came while I was riding him, tweaking his nipples, and kissing him deeply. We collapsed together onto the bed in a sweaty heap and feel asleep with Jack’s body pressed tight into my back. It took me a moment to understand what was happening the next morning. When I opened my eyes I had to blink a few times before I remembered I’d gone home with Jack and it was his arm draped across me. It was another second before I realized it was Jack’s movements that had woken me up. His arm was draped over my side, his chin nestled next to my shoulder, and his morning wood sawing slowly in and out of my hole. I moaned. “Fuck, I hope you don’t mind,” Jack said, “My cock was so hard it just slipped right in.” “No… oh fuck, it feels good.” “God your hole feels so good. And so fucking wet. Shit!” “You feel all your cum from last night inside me?” “Oh fuck yes! You’re still so full. I can feel all that cum on my dick.” “Give it to me Jack. Fuck your cock deep inside me. I want your load. Give me another one. Leave me leaking.” “Fucking nasty ass pig. I’m gonna fuck you all the time. Keep this hole nice and full of my seed.” “Yeah! Beed me!” “You want this load?” “Yes! Fuck me Jack! Fucking cum inside me.” “You’re such a hot slut! Begging for cum. You’re gonna earn Sir’s load in no time. I know it. You’re gonna end up an owned sub faggot cunt! A caged up little slut for everyone to use.” “Please! Yes! Help me become Sir’s boy. I need it. I need his cock. I need his load. I need you to breed me!” “Fucking take it faggot!” Jack shouted as he grabbed my hips and dig his fingers into my flesh. We both sighed satisfied as his cock began once more firing hot ropes of spunk into my guts. “Thank you, Jack. Thank you.” I panted as he unloaded inside me. “God you’ve got a great fucking hole,” Jack said, smacking me on the ass as he pulled out, “I wish I could just fuck you all day but I’ve got a study group in like two hours. So sadly I’ve gotta kick you out.” “No worries,” I laughed. I rolled over and kissed him once. “Thanks for all the loads,” and with that I got up, got dressed and left. Standing outside Jack’s apartment building I sent a text to Sir. “I ended up going home with my friend last night. He fucked another big load into me last night and then another one this morning. There’s so much cum in me it’s practically leaking out as I walk. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for showing me how good it feels to be a bottom.” “Well good morning boy!” Sir responded quickly. “That’s just the kind of text I like to get from my boys in the morning. I told you that getting bred was addictive for a boy like you. I think youre almost ready for my cock again boy.” “Thank you, Sir! I think I understand now. Its not enough for me to just say yes to a cock when its presented to me… I have to need it. I have to seek out a man to breed me.” “Good boy. You’ve got it. Happy hunting.” A moment after that text he sent a picture of his cock the sheets pulled down just below his balls, half hard. “I’m getting excited of getting to breed your broken in pussy boy. Don’t keep me waiting too long.” “I wont, Sir!!!” “Good boy.” My body felt like it was full of electricity by the time I got inside my apartment. Feeling Jack and his friend’s loads leaking out of my hole as I walked and me practically panting. Coupled with understanding what Sir wanted from me, I was filled with purpose. I stripped off as soon as I got inside my apartment. Being in anything more than a jock felt restrictive. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom and took pictures of myself in my straining jock. I turned and took several over my shoulder showing off my pert ass. Then I lay on the ground, set my camera up with a time, and took more of my leaking, well fucked hole. Armed with my new collection of photos I sat down on the end of my bed, and for the first time, downloaded a gay hook up app. I quickly set up a profile, edited a photo that showed off my face and body to just past the top of my jock’s waistband as my profile photo and logged on. I hesitated for a moment filling out the profile, how much information did I want out there. Then I decided, fuck it, set my profile to Bottom, and typed in the description “Horny college bottom looking to get bred.” I uploaded my profile and opened the grid. I was kind of surprised. I’d assumed there would be lots of guys my age, but in the first few rows there were only for other college guys and a couple blank profiles. The ones with pics were cute, but not what I was after. I scrolled down a little further. The grid swiftly changed to rows and rows of men. I clicked on a couple profiles of guys I guessed were probably Sir’s age and sent them woof. I scrolled down further sending more woofs as I went. I’m not sure why I was shocked when a few more rows down I saw my ex grinning out from one of the little squares. I hesitated for a moment. Should I block him, I wondered. Then I thought: No, Sir only told me to keep it a secret that Sir was training me not that I had started bottoming too. I couldn’t help myself. I clicked on his profile. He had a lot of pictures, all of them new because his head was buzzed and he had his thick chain collar on. His main photo was him standing in a red room, shirtless with one hand behind his head showing off his busy pit, the other hooked into the waist of his jock. The outline of his cage was shockingly obvious in the thin jock’s pouch. He was looking right into the camera grinning. He looked fucking hot. I flicked through the other photos, all showing him off, and making it obvious he was a slut. I scrolled down to his profile. “Sub college bottom. Sir like’s it when my hole is full of cum help me keep Sir happy,” read his tag line. My own slick hole twitched at the thought of living that life myself. I was so close. While I was imagining the day I’d update my own profile to look just like Dan’s my phone vibrated. It was a message on the app! I moved over to the messages and smiled. One of the guy’s I’d woofed at had messaged me. He was forty-three, six foot, with salt and pepper hair, and a square handsome face. In short, so long as he was packing, he was perfect. “How’s it going,” read his text. I immediately responded, “Good! How are you?” His message came quickly, “Horny.” “Me too. Lol.” “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” “I’m hoping someone fucking a big load into me will help.” I unlocked my album, sharing the pictures I’d taken of my open leaking hole. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding about being a horny college bottom.” He unlocked his own pics. “Think you could handle that?” I opened his album and was greeted by an average length but mammothly thick cock bursting out of a wild greying bush. It was just what I wanted, a cock that would leave me gaped and dripping. “Holy shit that’s a fat cock. Luckily I’ve still got some cum left in me from a guy this morning to help lube me up.” “Perfect. I love a cummy hole. You free now?” “Yep!” He sent me his address, it wasn’t too far probably a ten-minute drive. “I’ll be right there.” I responded and quickly threw on some clothes. Fifteen minutes later I had pulled into the driveway of a respectable looking ranch, turned off the car, and knocked on the door. The man, I realized as I was knocking on his door I’d never asked his name and I had nothing to call him by, opened his door. He was just like his pictures. Tall, handsome, a little fluffy around the middle. He was wearing jeans and a t shirt. He smiled and let me inside. “You got here fast boy,” he said as soon as the door closed, “You must want this bad.” He grabbed at his crotch. “You have no idea how badly I need it,” I replied, and it was the truth. Not only was I incredibly turned on by just the thought of this man fucking me and cuming inside me, but once he had that meant I would have proven myself to Sir. I didn’t just want him to fuck me, I needed him to fuck me. I needed to prove myself. I needed to do it for Sir. “Well then show me how much you need it. Strip for Daddy,” he smiled lecherously at me. My hole twitched. Standing right in front of his front door I stripped off all of my clothes stopping when I was wearing just my jock. “The jock too boy,” he growled. “I don’t really care about getting off Sir, I just need your load.” “I don’t care if you get off either, but I wanna watch your leaking cock flop around while I stretch out your tight college boy pussy.” “Yes Sir!” I said and hurriedly dropped my jock. “Good boy.” He walked over to me and grabbed me roughly by the neck. His big hand pulled my face up to his and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and sink into his kiss. As I clung to his body it dawned on me that he was fully dressed and I was completely naked. It made me even hornier. I slid my hands up his shirt and felt his warm body. His slightly round stomach was covered with thick hair, as was his chest when I made it there. After a long moment he broke our kiss. “Take my shirt off.” He bent forward allowing me to pull his shirt off over his head. He was beautiful. The perfect suburban dad, covered in hair, and horny as fuck. I leant forward and licked his pert nipple. He moaned lightly and I lapped at it again. I nibbled at his other nipple and he groaned. His hand came up to the back of my head and pressed me into his chest. I licked and sucked on his large round nipples and he grunted in pleasure. “Good boy. That’s it, chew on Daddy’s nipples. You make Daddy feel good he’s going to make you feel good.” I grabbed one of his arms and pressed it up into the air, and dove into his hairy pit. It was musky and warm. I licked the sweat from his skin, his hair twisting around my tongue. “Fucking pig.” He moaned, “you’re not just a college slut. You’re a fucking whore. Yeah get my stench on you.” I was in piggy heaven. I cleaned first one pit and then the other. Finally the man dragged me away from his pits, and with his hand still on the back of my neck guided me down a hallway and into a bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed so I landed on my back. Unbuckling his pants he loomed over me at the foot of the bed. “Ordinarily I’d get you on your knees and have you wet my cock before I put you on your back like this, but you’re just so eager for it I don’t think either of us can wait any longer.” He tossed his belt to the side, and undid the top button of his pants. “Plus, you’re already full of cum aren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Fucking slut,” he said, and lowered his zipper, “Already leaking spunk and still begging for more.” “Please Sir! I need it. I need to get fucked.” “I know you do boy.” He spread the fly of his pants exposing his massive wild bush, “Boys like you crave cock. They can’t help it.” At long last he pushed his jeans down, kicking them off in one clean move, his staggeringly fat cock bouncing upward to hit his stomach. “This is why you’re here isn’t it boy?” He wagged his cock at me. “Yes Sir! Yes! I need it. I need your cock Daddy.” “There’s the magic words. Legs in the air boy. I’m going to stretch you the fuck out.” I pulled my legs to my chest exposing my hole to him. He got up on the bed, pushing my legs hard into my body. He grinned and spat into his hand. He smeared his spit all of the broad blunt mushroom head of his cock and then lined it up with my hole. I felt the now familiar pressure of a cock pushing against my hole. He was far wider than any of the three cock’s I’d taken so far and for a terrible minute it seemed like it wouldn’t go in. Then with a sudden pop my hole opened up and half his length slide inside me. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I shouted. “Good boy. That’s it, open up for Daddy. You wanted this. You wanted my fat cock. You wanted this monster girth in your boy pussy. You wanted me to stretch you out.” “Fuck yes! Holy shit! I’ve never been this stretched out. Fuck Daddy! It feels so good!” “Fucking pig. Most boys complain. Even the piggy ones like you. You really are a slut. Good fucking boy!” He pushed downward cramming the rest of his shaft inside my hole. I whimpered and shuddered as his girth opened me up. “That’s it. Good boy. My whole cock’s inside you now. You feel that? Feel my balls resting against your taint?” “Oh my god! Use me Daddy! Plant your seed in me. Stretch me out and ruin my hole.” He grinned down at me, and in one sudden move pulled his whole cock from my hole and then slammed it back in again. There was no preamble, he got right to pounding me. Sweat sprung up on both of us. I moaned and whimpered as he drove his cock down into my willing hole over and over again. “Fucking beautiful boy pussy. So warm and wet. Fucking made to be bred. You’ve got a perfect cum dumps hole. Fucking. Dumb college slut getting bred by every guy in town. Fucking slut. I’m gonna fill you up good. Send you hole gaped and leaking. Your hole’s not gonna close when I’m done with it. Fuck yeah! Take my fucking cock you slut!” A dumb college slut, I kept hearing those words in my head as he hammered into me. Sir had said I’d be a dumb slut when he was done with me. Last night when Jack was using me I’d felt like one. Sir was right. I was meant to be a dumb slut. I was meant to be a dumb slut with a loose open hole getting railed by hard cocks. “Fill my slutty hole. Give it to me Daddy! Breed me! Fill me up.” “Oh fuck yes. Beg for my load slut.” “Please! I need it. Breed me Daddy. Flood my fucking hole with it. Pump your load into my guts. I need to feel it inside me. I need your load. I need to be bred. Please. Please! Please! Use me! Use me as your fucking cumdump!” “That’s it boy! Fuck yes! Take my fucking load!” He reared back, jamming his cock inside me and grunted. Hot rivers of cum churned out of his spasming cock. I felt the warmth I now craved spreading into my guts. I let out a moan of my own. A constant stream of precum was running from my own cock coating my stomach but I left it alone. My getting off was immaterial. No orgasm I’d ever had felt as good as getting bred did. “Thank you Sir. Thank you Daddy. Fuck. That’s such a big load. Fuck. Thank you.” Ten minutes later I was sitting in my car again, with a fresh load deep inside me. I pulled out of the man’s drive way and drove around the corner before parking and desperately clawing my phone out of my pocket. “I did it Sir!” I texted. “I downloaded and app. I messaged a man. I told him I wanted to get bred. I went to his house, and now I’ve got his load inside me.” “Fuck!” Sir texted back right away. “Screen shot the messages boy. I want to see your descent.” I pulled the app up and took screenshots of my messages with Daddy. I sent them to Sir along with a screen shot of his profile. “Good boy,” Sir responded. “You finally did it. You gave in and asked for what you need… Fat raw cock pumping hot seed in your hole. How do you feel boy?” “So fucking hot Sir! My hole is so loose for him cock. Its so fucking thick. And he came so much! I feel like I’m leaking into my shorts. I’ve never felt this sexy!” “That’s exactly how you should feel boy.” “And… honestly Sir. I’ve never been more horny. Getting fucked feels better than getting fucked but it doesn’t take away how horny I am.” “Have you gotten off boy?” “Well… not really Sir. The night after you bred me I fucked myself of this dildo I have till I came but it didn’t feel the same as jerking off. It just sort of happened but I still felt… I still felt just as horny.” “Perfect. I think its time. Come over now.” “Holy shit! Yes Sir! I’ll be right there!”

7. “Good boy. It felt good to give into being a slut didn’t it,” Sir said after I told him about the second guy fucking me in the bathroom. “Yes Sir! It felt amazing. I feel like such a slut! But I’m still desperate for your cock… have I proven myself yet?” “You’re almost there, boy, but not quite. You’re on the right track. Just keep giving in. Keep doing what feels good.” “But Sir… Dan said that after he got fucked by another man you told him to come right over. I thought that would be the same…” “Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me. I had to break him of his connection to you so he could become his true self. You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom. Getting fucked in the club bathroom is a good start but you’re not ready for my cock again. Keep going boy. I’m proud of you.” “Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir. I can’t wait till I’ve earned your cock again.” “Good boy. Go be the slut I know you are.” I stood in the bathroom for a moment not sure what to do with myself. I’d been convinced that the key to getting Sir to fuck me again was taking some other guy’s load. It had worked for my ex. He’d given into his desperation for cum and Sir had immediately wanted him, but for me that wasn’t enough. I looked at Sir’s message and read it again, ‘Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me… You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom.’ What did that mean? I’d just gotten fucked by two different guys, I had their loads inside me. What else did I have to do to show him I had truly given in? I left the bathroom feeling frustrated. I wanted Sir to fuck me! Despite having two big loads deep inside me I was still horny and I was convinced only Sir’s cock would satiate me. When I found our group again Jack grinned at me. He walked over and caught me around me waist. Grinning he kissed me and said, “I can’t believe you let Mike fuck you too! That’s so fucking hot. I bet you feel fucking full now. Mike and I both cum a lot.” “No kidding, my holes so fucking wet.” “Fuck!” Jack said and kissed me again, “how did this happen? How did you suddenly become suck a slut? Was it just the breakup?” I looked at Jack’s handsome face and thought: fuck it, if Sir’s not gonna fuck me tonight… “Why don’t you take me home and I’ll tell you the story while I milk another load out of you.” “Oh shit yeah. I’ve got at least one more load in me if you’re willing to work for it.” I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, “I’m going to ride you till your balls are empty.” “Lets get a car.” We careened into Jack’s apartment, barely making it in the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off. We left a trail of discarded shirts and pants as we tumbled towards Jack’s bedroom. When he slammed the door shut we were both left in only our straining briefs. Jack knocked me back onto the bed, and pulled off my briefs. He lifted my legs onto his shoulder and then got down between them and licked at my cum filled hole. I let out a long deep moan at the first flick of his tongue. “Alright, spill. You’re dating Dan and you’re a condoms only mostly top. The two of you break up and now you’re a cumdump bottom. What happened?” “Well,” I said, between gasps as Jack continued to eat me out, “It started with these texts.” I told Jack the whole story. I told him about my ex texting me that first night, and how horny it had made me. I told him about texting with Sir. Then about going to Sir’s house. I told him how good it had felt giving in and taking Sir’s cock. I told him how hot it was seeing Dan transformed into Sir’s toy. I even told him that I wanted Sir to do that to me, that I now fantasized about belonging to Sir. Lastly, I told him about Sir telling me he wouldn’t fuck me till I was truly lost in the cum lust. That Dan had said once he’d been so horny as to let another man fuck him that Sir had immediately bred him again, but that for some reason for me that wasn’t enough. Even with the waves of pleasure coursing through me as Jack lapped the cum from my hole, I felt frustrated. Why didn’t Sir want me? Why wasn’t getting fucked by both Jack and his friend enough? “Because you didn’t have to work for those loads,” Jack said coming up for air and crawling between my legs. He hovered over me, his face slick with spit and cum. “What?” I hadn’t realized I’d voiced my frustrations about Sir not fucking me out loud to him. “Mike and I… you didn’t have to work to get our loads you just said yes when the opportunity presented itself. Giving your hole up to anyone who wants it is a good instinct for a cumdump.” He lined his throbbing cock up with my hole again. “But I think what this guy…” “Sir.” I corrected him. “Sir,” Jack said smiling and pressed his cock into me, “means when he says ‘give in to being a bottom’ is you need to not just be saying yes when cock is presented to you but hunting for it.” He stabbed his cock forward in one swift motion making us both groan. Jack hammered and pumped working himself up to another load. He finally came while I was riding him, tweaking his nipples, and kissing him deeply. We collapsed together onto the bed in a sweaty heap and feel asleep with Jack’s body pressed tight into my back. It took me a moment to understand what was happening the next morning. When I opened my eyes I had to blink a few times before I remembered I’d gone home with Jack and it was his arm draped across me. It was another second before I realized it was Jack’s movements that had woken me up. His arm was draped over my side, his chin nestled next to my shoulder, and his morning wood sawing slowly in and out of my hole. I moaned. “Fuck, I hope you don’t mind,” Jack said, “My cock was so hard it just slipped right in.” “No… oh fuck, it feels good.” “God your hole feels so good. And so fucking wet. Shit!” “You feel all your cum from last night inside me?” “Oh fuck yes! You’re still so full. I can feel all that cum on my dick.” “Give it to me Jack. Fuck your cock deep inside me. I want your load. Give me another one. Leave me leaking.” “Fucking nasty ass pig. I’m gonna fuck you all the time. Keep this hole nice and full of my seed.” “Yeah! Beed me!” “You want this load?” “Yes! Fuck me Jack! Fucking cum inside me.” “You’re such a hot slut! Begging for cum. You’re gonna earn Sir’s load in no time. I know it. You’re gonna end up an owned sub faggot cunt! A caged up little slut for everyone to use.” “Please! Yes! Help me become Sir’s boy. I need it. I need his cock. I need his load. I need you to breed me!” “Fucking take it faggot!” Jack shouted as he grabbed my hips and dig his fingers into my flesh. We both sighed satisfied as his cock began once more firing hot ropes of spunk into my guts. “Thank you, Jack. Thank you.” I panted as he unloaded inside me.

7. “How long till Jack gets here,” I asked. “Like a half hour. Hold on I’ve got an idea of how to surprise him.” Toby said and hurried out of the room. I lay back, absently rubbing my hands over my chest and toying with my nipples. I had mostly come down now, yet I was still horny as hell and desperate to get fucked again. Laying there thinking about how hot it will be when I’ve got Jack’s load in me too I realized that despite the copious amounts of precum I’ve leaked in the last couple of hours I haven’t cum at all. Toby and Alec have both cum multiple times and I hadn’t even thought to stroke my cock. My whole sexual life and become about my hole. Toby came back in the room with something hidden behind his back. “Legs up again slut,” he commanded. Readily I obeyed. I pulled my knees to my chest and exposed my fuck battered hole. Toby knelt down between my legs and pressed something against my hole. It was pointy but quickly faired out opening me up as he slid its length inside me. Just when it felt like I couldn’t possibly take any more there was a pop and the toy snapped inside my hole, my sphincter locking around its much narrower base. “Fuck, I can’t believe you got the large plug in him,” said Alec appreciatively. “He just got bred by Frank and is still fucking horny, of course he can take the large.” They were talking about me like I wasn’t there again… and for some reason it turned me on. “So what’s your brilliant plan?” “Alright,” Toby said, turning back to me, “Here’s my idea, we tell Jack that the cumdump is in my room…” he outlined his plan. Both Alec and I got hard just thinking about the idea. Five minutes later as per Toby’s plan I was dressed as if nothing had happened, waiting out in the living room, and Alec and Toby were hiding in my room. I put on the television and tried to get comfortable on the couch with the plug deep in my ass. Every time I moved it bashed against my prostate making me shake. I wanted to bounce on it. I wanted to take a long sniff of the poppers and feel my hole bloom around its wide shaft. That wasn’t the plan though, so I waited, trying to pretend I was interested in the television. It was another fifteen minutes before Jack came in the door, and I was practically feral from the anal stimulation. Jack walked quickly from the front door not even paying any attention to me and walked straight into Toby’s room. I giggled to myself, he was a man on a mission. Inside the doorway he paused, confused. Toby’s room was empty. “Hey man… what ya doing in Toby’s room,” I said from the couch. Jack practically jumped out of his skin. He’d been so focused he hadn’t even noticed me sitting on the couch. I tried to suppress a grin. “Oh! Matt. Hi,” he said looking flustered. When he turned to face me I could see a sizable bulge in his pants. Jack was clearly excited to meet this new cumdump who had taken Frank as well as him. Judging by the size of the budge Jack might by mostly a bottom but he certainly was packing. “You looking for something?” I asked, trying to sound normal. “I… um… Toby said there would be something in his room for me… I… uh…” “Like what? Maybe I can help you find it.” I got up and walked towards Toby’s room. “No that’s alright,” Jack stammered, “I’ll just text Toby.” He grabbed his phone hurriedly out of his pocket and started typing. Toby’s reply obviously came back quickly, because Jack looked up from his phone confusedly and scanned the apartment. “You look like you’ve lost something Jack… seriously what is it?” “I… I just…” “What you’re looking for wouldn’t have anything to do with that bulge in your pants would it?” I said coyly. “What? No… I’m not… I…” Jack’s face was bright red. “Something’s obviously got you bricked. Did you think you were gonna find Frank’s new cumdump in Toby’s room?” Jack just stared at me open mouthed, “You want one room to far if that’s what you were hoping to find.” I grinned at him wickedly, and pulled the little bottle of poppers he’d left on the table out of my pocket and took a long drag. My head spinning lightly from the poppers I walked over to where Jack stood speechless. I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Thanks for leaving your poppers out. They really opened me up.” “Matt what the fuck are you talking about,” Jack said his eyes wide. “I found them on the table,” I whispered in his ear, “Alec found me huffing them and playing with my hole. They turned me on so much I almost couldn’t help it. He fingered me till I begged him to fuck me. Then Toby dumped his load in me. Then they called Frank up here and he bred me so deep I can still feel it sloshing around in my guts. And now it’s your turn. You’re gonna take this fat plug out of my ass and fuck me till you cum in my hole. Its only right. Your poppers started me on this journey… now I need your load.” “Matt you can’t be serious.” He started to say before I grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved my tongue in his mouth. “I really should thank you. Your poppers helped me find a whole new side of myself.” I grabbed at his crotch through his pants and he let out a little moan. “Let me thank you Jack. Take off your pants and let me ride this cock.” I held the bottle of poppers to his nose. “Sniff, this will help.” As if in a trace Jack complied. He pulled one nostril and took a big hit off the poppers. He closed his eyes letting the rush wash through him. When he opened them again his gaze was full of lust. “Show me your hole cumdump.” He said, suddenly authoritative. Without hesitation I pulled my shirt off, dropped my pants, tore off the tiny black briefs Toby hand loaned me and got down on all fours in the living room presenting my plug filled hole to my last roommate. “Holy shit. Did Toby put that in your hole?” Jack asked almost breathlessly. I laughed, “He did. He wanted to help keep me open for you.” “Fuck. I love fucking a wet loose hole. Its really the only thing that I’ll top for.” He was stripping as he talked. I watched him over my shoulder take off his shirt. He was the thinnest of the three of us with narrow shoulders and a thin waist. He had a little patch of hair right between his pecs and a narrow but dark treasure trail that vanished into his pants. He undid those too practically hopping to get out of them faster. He flung his pants away and then ripped off his jockstrap allowing a long but not shockingly thick cock flop out. He grinned. “Skinny white boy dick,” he said gesturing to his cock, “I don’t top often, but if you really are a cumdump now I might have to make an exception.” He got down and took hold of base of the plug and pulled. Toby had told me what to do in this moment. I took a big hit of poppers and pushed out. After a moment of tension my hole gave way with a wet pop and the plug feel out into Jack’s hands. “Holy shit! You’re fucking wrecked.” He said, already rubbing his cock between my cheeks. “I’m sorry I just have to fuck you right now. I can’t wait after seeing that.” With no further ado he lined up his cock and shoved in into my wrecked hole. I took another hit of the poppers and passed the back to him. His cock became harder as he huffed them. Jack jumped right to slamming my hole making us both grunt and scream. This was obviously going to be a rough fuck not a long fuck. He bucked in and out hammering his cock as deep as he could. His fingers gripped the sides of my hips, digging into my flesh with the effort of holding me in place. I pushed back on his strokes and flexed my hole around his shaft. I was trying to milk the cum out of him with my well used hole. “I can’t believe today’s the first time you’ve been fucked. Your hole is so perfect. So fucking good.” “Alec called it a perfect fag hole.” “Fuck it is. A wet fucking fag hole. Fuck!” “Yeah, fuck me Jack. Add your load to the others. I want your load so bad! I want you to breed me. Just like Frank did. Use me as your cumdump.” “Hell yeah Matt, beg for my load. Beg for me to load up your straight boy hole.” “Give it to me. Make me your hole. Use me! Everyone else has. Your reward for leaving out your poppers is my sloppy hole. Cum inside of me Jack. Make me your hole! Breed me!” “Fuck yeah! You’re our cumdump now. The apartment hole. Were gonna breed you all that time. Take a fucking hit and get ready for my load!” I took a long deep drag off the poppers right as Jack’s body started to spasm. He screamed, “FUCK!” as he bottomed out inside me and his dick throbbed. I lay there panting under his body weight as he unloaded in me. A feeling of satisfaction washed over me and I realized I was laying in a big puddle of my own hot cum. I had shot without ever touching myself just from Jack hammering me. It all felt so good. Even before Jack pulled out I knew this wasn’t the last time for me. I was a changed man. I still tought I might like girls, but there was no denying my attraction to men or how good it felt to get fucked by them. I became the apartment popper pig cumdump.

6. “Keep sniffing those poppers,” Alec said, “I’ll get my phone and text Frank that we’ve got a surprise for him. Toby held my wrist keeping the bottle pressed to my nose as Alec found his pants and pulled his phone out of his pocket. I was instantly flying. My mind buzzed as my vision closed down to a tiny circle before bursting back into amazing technicolor. Heat flooded my body. My hole twitched. I felt the sticky wetness of the loads that I had already taken. My cock immediately started leaking, and I was desperate for more. “Here, put this on, those boxers are terrible,” Alec said tossing a black pair of underpants at me. “I told Frank we had a surprise for him and he said he’d be up in a few. I hope you’re ready for what’s coming.” I stood up and stripped off my shirt. I dropped my underwear, kicked them away, and picked up the underwear Alec had just given to me. It was a black jockstrap with a ribbed pouch, thick waistband, and black elastic straps that went around your legs. I stepped into the jock and pulled it on. Toby let out a low whistle. “That looks good on you. You look like a fucking slut.” I bent forward and kissed Toby, forcing my tongue roughly into his mouth. “Then its perfect,” I said, “Because I feel like a fucking slut.” “Over here but get on your knees,” Alec called from over by the front door. “I don’t want Frank to see his surprise too early. I took another big hit of the poppers, tucked the little bottle into the waist of the jock and knelt off to the side of the couch. A few moments later there came knock at the door, and still only in his briefs Alec walked over and opened it. “Hi Frank!” We heard Alec say from around the corner. “Hello boy, are you my surprise?” came Franks rough voice “No, not today… well… not at first anyway. I have a better surprise for you. You know those special poppers you gave Jack?” “Yeah. He’s such a good cock slut when he’s high on them.” “Well he’s not the only one… Matt found them and well… see for yourself.” “Your straight roommate found the poppers… holy shit!” Frank said as he came around the corner and saw me on the floor, poppers pressed to my nose, with my cock hard and leaking through the jock. “He found them when we weren’t home. When I got here he was gooned out naked and trying to finger his hole. I helped him out a little and he ended up begging me to fuck him. He’s got a load from both of us in him and he’s desperate for more.” “Is that so? Did my special poppers get you riled up boy? Did you get so horny you started experimenting? It felt good didn’t it.” “I’ve never felt so good in my life,” I said blearily. “And these boys told you about our deal so now you’re gonna finally start pulling your weight?” “Yes Sir!” I wasn’t sure why I called him Sir, but it felt right. Frank grinned and started to unbutton his shirt. I watched with an open mouth as a thick mat of dark chest hair was revealed, followed by a rim but slightly run hair covered stomach. He dropped his flannel to the floor. My mouth watered look at his big strong chest, his massive dark colored nipples, and his thick hairy arms. He looked like a cartoon stereotype of a masculine man in his early fifties, and he was so fucking hot. “It’s a good thing these two already fucked you,” Frank said, unbuttoning his pants now, “You’d never be able to take my cock otherwise, even huffing those special poppers like you are.” He dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He walked towards me in a straining pair of thin slightly yellowed brief. The old fabric was barely containing his monstrous bulge. “Now, let’s make up for lost time. Open your mouth boy.” Frank pulled down the front of his briefs and flopped out a cock so thick it didn’t seem real. It wasn’t that long, maybe slightly longer than Alec’s but it really was as fat as a beer can all the way down. The head was bulbs and pointed, a little drop of precum leaking from its tip. His pubes grew in a wild thicket around the girthy shaft and pengulus balls swung beneath it all. I took a long deep pull on the poppers, and did as Frank instructed. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. He closed the last of the distance between us, dropping his briefs as he did. He brushed my lips with his cock head, smearing them with precum before taking hold of either side of my head and pushing his cock down my throat. I chocked and spluttered trying to accommodate his girth. Toby had been a struggle with the length and Alec’s cock had really fit perfectly in my mouth but this felt impossible. My mouth was stretched wider than I ever thought it could be. I had to battle to keep me teeth away from his shaft. I gasped for air whenever I could. Spittle frothed up around my mouth and dripped off my chin. My nose was running and my eyes were watering. He just kept relentlessly fucking my face. The only times he stopped was when he told me to take another hit of poppers. I would wipe my nose and huff the little brown bottle deeply and then it would begin again. I was red eyed and sloppy when Frank pulled his cock from my throat and said, “Not bad for your first day boy. You boys have done a good job breaking him in.” I had almost forgotten Alec and Toby were still there. They were both naked again and frantically stroking their cocks watching our landlord use me for the first time. “Now it’s time to see if those loads you took from these two really did open you up enough for my cock. Let’s get you on a bed. Take me to your room.” I scrambled to my feet. My face was still dripping with spit as I lead the little group into my messy bedroom. Frank brushed clothes off my bed tossing them to the side and knocked me onto my back. I landed and my legs instinctively went up. Frank let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Fuck, you boys really did do a number on his hole. It almost looks like a proper boy cunt.” “He’s got a real fag hole for a straight boy,” Alec said grinning. “No so straight now,” said Frank getting down between my legs. He bent forward and pressed his tongue against my well fucked hole. I moaned as soon as his warm wet tongue touched my skin. His stubble tickled my skin. I grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart, spreading my hole for him. He shoved his tongue roughly into my ass, digging and pressing. I groaned and squirmed as he lapped the cum up that had dribbled out of my hole. It felt amazing, and I felt so sexy. In a way I’d never felt before I felt hot. I was a sex object, something that multiple people were aroused by in that moment. It was arousing to be wanted in that way. I lifted my head up and took another hit of the poppers before cashing back into a blissful stupor. When Frank dragged his tongue from my hole and came up between my legs his face was covered in spit and cum. His chin was slick with it. He crawled up over me, spreading my legs around his wide frame, till his face was hovering over mine. He grinned down at me. “Open your mouth boy.” Obediently I opened my mouth, and was a little shocked when he spat right down my throat. Still I swallowed it almost on instinct. “Good boy. You know your place.” He bent down and kissed me roughly. I gave into his kiss and let his tongue press into my mouth. I could taste my own ass and Toby and Alec’s loads on his lips. I lapped up the mixture hungrily. As we kissed he pressed forward, slowly moving our hips together. His cock pushed against my taint, till it slid downward and caught against my slick hole. I closed my eyes and willed myself to open for him. I wanted to feel his massive shaft spread my previously tight hole wide. I wanted to be impaled on this beast’s cock. I wanted him to fuck me till he filled my guts with his hot load. “Please, Frank,” I breathed, “Fuck me.” “Good boy,” he replied, and sank his cock head into my willing hole. I let out a sound halfway between a groan and a scream as I was opened wider than ever before. Waves of pleasure and pain shot through me. “Take another hit boy,” Frank said pressing the bottle under my nose. I did as he said and as soon as the smell hit my nostrils all the pain vanished and all that was left what a white hot electric joy. It thudded through me, making my toes curl and my fingers tingle. I moaned and whimpered as he pressed his cock deeper and deeper into me. I felt him hit my second hole and took another hit. Immediately his cock pressed even deeper. Finally I felt his low hanging balls against my ass and whimpered in satisfaction. “Holy shit,” said Alec, “How do you feel Mattie?” “I feel so fucking good,” I slurred, “I can’t believe how full I am.” “You like being full of raw cock don’t you,” Toby asked from next to me on the bed. “Yes! I need it! It feels so good. Please Frank! Fuck me!” “Good boy,” Frank said and started working his cock in and out in long purposeful stroked. I moaned as he bottomed out again and again. Toby turned my face to him and kissed me as Frank picked up speed. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice hole boy. Holy shit. I’m gonna enjoy breeding you every month. Fuck.” “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I shouted. “Fuck me! Please! Use me hole Sir!” “God its so hot how much of a slut you are for cock,” Alec said. “You might even be giving Jack a run for his money.” “No fucking kidding,” Frank replied pausing with only his cock head still inside me. “Your hole’s so wet and warm I might need this once a day.” He slammed his cock back in to the root. “Oh my god! Frank your cock feels so good! You can fuck me whenever you want! Fuck!” “Don’t promise that till you find out how sore your hole will be when I’m done,” growled Frank and he picked up the pace. Sweat dripped off of Frank raining down on me. My toes with clenched tight, my mouth hung open panting. The pouch of my jock was wet with precum. Frank held only my hips holding me in place. There was no escaping from his domineering onslaught even if I’d wanted to. I was his play thing. Occasionally he’d pause and tell me to take another hit. My mind would spin, the world would go dark for a second, and my hole would spasm around Franks massive dick. “Good boy,” he’d say as my hole massaged his cock. Alec and Toby were both on my bed, kneeling by my head and jerking off furiously watching Frank abuse my hole. “You’re doing so good,” Alec was saying, “you look so fucking hot with that massive dick crammed in your little hole. You’re so fucking sexy.” “Yeah, take it! We all have. Give in. Let Frank full you up,” Toby added. “Alright boys. I want you to cum all over your roommate here. Cover this cumdump in the making in your spunk.” “Fuck! Yes Sir!” Alec replied. Toby was already panting, drawing close to another orgasm. He reared up over me. His body gave one massive convulsion and his dick started to spasm. Hot jets of cum shot out and landed all over my sweaty body. A few drops landed on my lips and licked them up hungrily. “Good! Good boys. Come one now Alec, your turn. Cover this boy in your load. Show this little pig who’s cumdump he is.” Alec furiously jerked off his cock till his face was contorted with the effort. Finally he moaned and moved to be over me. I could see his balls retract up to his body as his cock swelled and then the cum erupted out. More cum spattered my body, matting down my chest hair and soaking the waste of my jock. I liked up what of Alec’s load had landed on my mouth and gave him a sloppy grin. “Yeah you like being covered in your friends load you dirty pig. I knew it. You love being used. Fucking hole.” Frank was not furiously fucking me. I was yelping with every thrust. I tossed my hands back and lay there sprawled out in this man’s complete control. He hammered me deep and used my body as he liked. Rivulets of sweat streamed down his chest snaking through his chest hair. His musk overwhelmed me and even replaced the lingering scent of the poppers in my nose. “Oh please! Fuck Frank. Sir! Please. Oh my god!” “Yeah take my fat cock boy. Take that fat cock in your tight little hole. I’m going to leave you gaped. Youre gonna feel me inside of you for days. And when you cant feel me anyonre you’re going to be begging me to fuck you. That’s what happened with all your little friends. They all beg for my load.” “Please! Breed me. Fill me up! Fuck your load into me!” “You want this load?” “Yes! I need it!” “Good boy. Take my fucking load then.” Frank started to buck into me with erratic animalistic strokes. I shouted and moaned as he bashed my ass harder than ever. He panted and roared, and finally let out a deep guttural growl and forced the full length of his cock into me. I felt him swell and bust deep inside my guts. The heat of his load flowed out and I whimpered with pleasure and he filled me. “Oh fuck that was good,” Frank said breathlessly, “You made me wait for it, but you came through with a warm wet cunt in the end boy. Fuck.” He pulled out of my hole and straightened up. “You boys get over here and clean my cock off, your friend needs to rest.” Alec and Toby stung up and each landed on their knees on either side of Frank’s magnificent cock. In tandem they lapped at his cum and ass juice covered cock licking it clean. Toby even tried to swallow it several times as it slowly deflated. “Alright,” Frank said, “that’s good enough. You two tend to you Mattie here. I’ll show myself out.” Alec and Toby lay down on the bed on either side of me rubbing my chest as we listened to Frank get dressed and finally leave. Toby was the first to break the silence, “How do you feel Matt?” “I feel so good. Holy shit. Frank’s dick is crazy. I can’t believe I took that.” “You know…” Alec said a little timidly, “You know that wont be a one time thing, right?” “I don’t want it to be a one-time thing.” I said incredulously. “How could I experience that and not want it again and again. There’s so much cum in me, I can feel it, and my hole is so open. Fuck this is the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my whole life! Of course I don’t want that to be a one-time thing.” “Between him and Jack our apartment’s going to be free at this rate,” Toby laughed. “Jack!” Alec said excitedly. “I’ve got an idea.” He jumped up and rushed out of the room. When he came back he had his phone clutched in his hands. “Alright. Toby, get on top of Matt like you’re gonna sit on his face and grab his legs. Yeah, just like that, and pull them up so I can really see his hole. Fuck that’s so hot. Matt push out just a little. Holy shit! Perfect. Ok Toby you can let his legs down.” Toby let go of my legs and flopped down next to me again. “What are you doing?” I asked slowly coming down from all the poppers. “Sending Jack a text telling him someone just gave him a run for his money with Frank and I sent him this picture.” He turned his phone towards us. I was amazed. My hole was fully on display, slightly open with a little drip of cum leaking out it was red and puffy. The hair on my ass cheeks was matted down and swirled with a mixture of sweat and cum. The pouch of my jock looked wet even in the picture. You couldn’t see my face, but it was still an enticing photo. “And I told him to come add his load before this boys hole got too worn out.” “Did you tell him who it was in the photo?” Toby asked. “Nope. I said it was a surprise.” “Do you think he’ll fuck me too?” I could hear the desperation in my voice. The more I thought about the possibility of all three of my roommates fucking me the more I wanted Jacks load. “He said he’s on his way now… and said ‘even I cant resist adding my load to a ruined cumdump.”

5. Forty-five minutes later we were all sitting on the couch in varying stages of undress. Toby had pulled his pants back on but left his underwear off and hadn’t buttoned his fly, his ample bush still spilling out. Alec was sitting in just his white briefs, the outline of his still slightly plumped cock distractingly obvious. I had pulled on my shirt and my boxers, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious and exposed. Every time I moved I felt my wet tender hole. It thrilled me and scared me at the same time. Toby pressed a glass of water into my hands, “Drink up.” “How do you feel,” asked Alec, “now that the poppers have worn off.” “I know that it’s a lot to take in…” Toby said a little sheepishly. “Yeah, neither of you are exactly small.” My cheeky reply seemed to take them both off guard. Alec stammered a little, “You’re… you’re not upset about what happened? Because look, it was… I shouldn’t have taken advantage of…” “I’m… I’m honestly glad that you did.” I turned to face Alec. “Yeah, the poppers the let me. I don’t know what the words are. They let me let go… or took me to the right place, to like… to be willing to give in. That doesn’t mean,” I paused and took a big breath, this felt rather monuments to say, “That doesn’t mean that I didn’t want what happened. I… when you started playing with my ass it felt too good to stop. I’ve never felt anything like that. I didn’t want it to end. And while I wasn’t exactly asking you to fuck me raw and cum in my ass.” Alec blushed, “I’m glad you did. I’m glad you pushed me. I’m glad I gave in. I’ve never felt anything that felt that good! I’m not high now.” I added to Toby who was looking skeptical. “You two just opened something up inside me and showed me something about myself I’d never even imagined was there.” “Really,” Toby said. “Yes! I loved getting fucked by the two of you,” my words tumbling out of me almost faster than I could think. “I loved it! It felt so good. I felt so sexy, and hot. My hole feels… my hole still feels so open, and wet. It’s such a turn on.” I turned to Alec, “I even liked swallowing your load. And I would,” deep breath, “I would do it again, even without the poppers.” “But Matt you’re straight,” Toby said. “Maybe.. maybe I’m not as straight as I thought. Maybe I’m bi or something. I don’t know. That doesn’t matter. I can figure that out. What I do know is that two of my best friends just fucked the shit out of me and I loved it… and I’d do it all over again.” I then acted on a wild impulse and reached out for Alec’s face. I pulled him close and smashed our lips together. He hesitated for a moment and then accepted my kiss, or tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. After a moment I broke away and did the same to Toby leaving him panting and looking flustered. “I do have one question though.” I said looking between the two of them. “Just one,” Alec laughed. “Did you say Jack got the poppers from Frank… like Frank the landlord?” “Well…” “Might as well tell him, he’s sitting there with both of our loads in his hole because of those damn poppers.” “Yeah. Jack got the poppers from Frank. He mixed them up special. I don’t really know what he does but he buys regular ones from the store and then doctors them up or something. They’re way more powerful than normal poppers and tend to make people… compliant.” “But Frank? How did Jack start getting poppers from Frank?” “Well… um… you know how our place is so cheap?” “Yeah…” “It shouldn’t be. We should be paying a lot more in rent, but that first day we were looking at apartment you weren’t with us. Frank said he’d give us a deal if we all…” “Oh for fuck say,” Toby said cutting in, “Frank gives us a break on rent because we all hook up with him.” “All three of you have been fucking our landlord the whole time we’ve lived here?” “Well, usually he fucks us,” Alec said with a grin. “And Jack took his load on the floor by the door before we’d even signed the lease.” “Holy shit! How often?” “Jack and he fuck a lot.” “He’s Jack’s type to a T honestly. An older guy with a cock thick as a beer can.” They both laugh. “So if he fucks you… but you both fucked me… what does that…” “Alec and I are both vers, though I think Alec leans more towards being a top.” “True, and Jack is a big ol’ bottom. Though, I think he’d make and exception if you asked him. He’s got a nice cock, and he cums a lot… I think you’d enjoy it.” My hole twitched thinking about taking my last roommate’s cock. I hadn’t known I wanted that till Alec made it sound like a possibility. “Although Jack cant keep a secret to save his life… so unless you want Frank to know you’re not as straight as you though… we should probably keep this from Jack.” “Would Frank want to fuck me too then?” I wasn’t exactly uninterested in the idea of a beer can thick cock. “We had to work pretty hard to convince him you were straight. He tried to make the deal all of us or nothing, but when he found out how desperate for his dick Jack was he gave in.” “If he knew you’d just taken both of our loads he’d be demanding his rent…” “Fuck Mattie, that turned you on didn’t it,” Alec was looking at my crotch where my dick had started to press against the fabric of my boxers. “Well… yeah kinda. I’ve never thought of Frank in that way, but um… a beer can cock sounds… um… intriguing.” “Fuck! That’s hot,” said Toby rubbing his own crotch. “Is that what you want?” Alec asked leaning close to me again. His voice had taken on that same slightly commanding tone he’d had when he’d first found me playing with my hole. “You want us to get you high again and come have Frank dump his load in you?” “All you have to do is ask,” Toby added, the tone in the room had very suddenly shifted. They were the ones in control again. The trepidation they’d felt in their post nut clarity gone. “Here,” Alec handed me back the poppers, “take a hit.” I paused knowing that if I sniffed the poppers even a little I would be flying and once I was flying I’d be desperate for more cock. If I sniffed them I was going to get fucked by our landlord. I looked back and forth at Alec and Toby, they were both obviously hard again. Turned on as they were I knew they wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. I unscrewed the cap, and took a long drag.

4. Toby looked back and forth between the two of us wide eyed with shock. In my gooned out state I didn’t even think of moving. I kept my legs wrapped around Alec holding his slowly deflating cock inside me. “Well,” said Alec after a moment, “Mattie here found Jack’s special poppers that he left out.” “The ones he got from Frank?” I was confused by that. Frank was our landlord. “Yep. And I found Matt gooning out on the couch trying to finger himself for the first time… so I offered to show him how good anal could feel. After fingering him, eating him out, fucking him with a dildo… he basically begged me to fuck him. Didn’t you Mattie? You begged me to fuck your straight boy hole?” “Toby! It felt so fucking good! I can’t stop. Everything feels so good. I don’t want to stop! Please Alec… keep going.” Alec laughed, “I need a few more minutes to recover.” He pulled his mostly deflated cock from my ass with a wet flop. “But if you ask nicely I bet Toby will give you another load.” “What?!” Said Toby. “Alec you can’t be serious… he’s so fucking high. Look at him.” “Well,” Alec said straightening up, “In my defense he was much less high when we started…and look at him. He wants it.” “I need more Toby. If you want to… I… I want you to fuck me.” “I don’t… I don’t know.” “Look at him,” Alec said, putting his arm around Toby’s shoulder, “He needs it.” I grinned at them, took a big hit of the poppers and shifted on the couch to present my upturned ass to Toby. “Everything just feels so good! I feel so fucking sexy. Fuck Alec your load feels so good inside me. Come on Toby… fuck me.” The little sober voice in my head was gone. I was gone. I was lost to the haze. Any reservations I had had went out the window when I felt Alec start to cum. It had been so overwhelmingly erotic and pleasurable that I would do just about anything to feel that again. “I want your load too!” “See, he needs it,” said Alec unbuttoning Toby’s shirt for him. “Is this all that different than all the time you, Jack and I have fooled around? Mattie’s begging for it. Breed his straight ass. Alec took Toby’s shirt off, dropping it to the floor “You really want me to fuck you?” Toby asked. I looked him up and down. I took in his broad shoulders, his big protuberant nipples, the swirling chest hair, his toned abs, and the straining bugle that had formed in the front of his pants. “Yes! Fuck me Toby!” Toby looked at Alec who nodded and then turned back to me, “The prove it straight boy. Get on your knees and get my dick out.” I wanted to feel the euphoric bliss I’d felt as Alec came inside me again so desperately that I would have done anything. I dropped my legs and slid off the couch. On my knees in front of Toby I reached out and unbuttoned his pants while Alec watched. I pulled them off and he stepped out of them leaving my second roommate standing in front of me in straining underwear. “I said get my dick out. If you want it. If those poppers really have made you that desperate to get fucked, take a hit a pull out my cock straight boy.” I grabbed the poppers off the table and took a nice deep hit. After the initial wave had subsided, my vision still slightly blurry, I reached out and pulled down Toby’s briefs. What sprung up shocked me. His dick had to be almost as long as the dildo Alec had used on me and just as thick. The head was wide and already a throbbing red. His balls hung low, sprouting out from dense, unkempt pubes. I desperately wanted to feel it inside me. “Suck it,” Toby said in a commanding voice. I looked up at him from my knees confusedly. “If you want my cock in your ass you’re going to prove it to me. You’re going to earn my load. I’m going to make you work for it. Show me you’re a straight boy desperate for raw cock.” I’d never seen this side of Toby, gruff and domineering. I looked to Alec who still stood next to Toby, his cock half hard and shiny with cum and ass juice. He gave me a little nod. “Take a hit and swallow Toby’s cock Mattie. You know you want to feel him inside you. Think of how good that beast will feel slamming your hungry hole. Take a hit like a good goon and start sucking.” There was no disobeying Alec. He had a power over me now. He’d shown me how good it felt to get truly fucked while high on poppers. If he said it would feel good I had to do it. I swallowed hard, took another deep hit of the poppers and opened my mouth. Toby’s dick had a slightly salty taste, and a texture I never would have imagined. I’d sucked on a girl’s tits before, and eaten out a pussy, but a rock hard cock was different. Both hard and soft at the same time. I willed Toby’s cock further and further down my throat. I slobbered on it as girls had done with me trying to emulate their actions. Toby groaned and put his hands on my head pulling me closer to his body. I choked a little but kept pushing. Slowly I lost myself in the popper haze and slurped down his cock without thought. It became meditative. Toby’s little grunts and groans were a reward of their own. It made me feel good to know I was making him feel good. The little sober part of me wondered if somehow these poppers had made me more susceptible to suggestion. It didn’t matter. Sucking Toby’s cock was how I got him to fuck me and that’s what I wanted. I wanted to feel the euphoric bliss of taking another cock. I wanted to feel the heat spread through me again as Toby unloaded inside me. My cock, which had been all but forgotten once Alec started fucking me, was still painfully hard. A puddle of precum was forming on the blow between my knees as I desperately gobbled my roommate’s cock down. “Holy shit,” Toby said, “You’re a pretty good cock sucker for a straight boy. Fuck!” He twisted his fingers in my hair and stuffed his cock deeper down my throat. My nose was in his pubes. I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I swallowed hard. I was starting to enjoy myself. It was no longer a means to an end. There was pleasure to be found in giving pleasure. I started to suck him even harder. I bobbed my head back and forth. Thick globs of spit formed in my throat and were fucked out of the corners of my mouth. My chin was covered in it. Without really knowing when I did it I found myself gripping Toby’s furry ass cheeks drawing his cock into my mouth. “Keep sucking me like that Matt and you’re gonna end up with my load down your throat and not in your hole. Fuck.” I pulled off of his cock, and grinned up and him sloppily my face covered in snot and spit. “I just wanted to show you how badly I want your cock,” I said, and then took another hit of poppers. “Fuck, Alec, look at him.” “I know… that glazed look in his eyes every time he takes a hit. It’s so hot. I couldn’t help myself. A gooned out straight boy playing with his hole. You see it now. He’s so desperate he just sucked your cock.” Alec leaned close to Toby, his lips practically touching Toby’s ear. “Give him what he needs. Breed his hole. Fuck me load deeper into him.” “Damn it Alec, you know I can’t resist a cummy hole. Fuck! Matt get on your back, legs in the air. No not on the couch, right there on the floor. I’m gonna fuck your hard, I want the leverage.” I flopped backwards onto my back still clutching my poppers, and pulled my knees up. I spread my legs wide exposing my cummy hole. My dick gave a powerful throb and a river of precum oozed out as I watched Toby get down on his knees between my legs. He pulled my pelvis up so he was above me and lined up his cock. He held the fat mushroom head against my quivering hole, “Is this what you want Matt? You want my cock inside you? You want me to breed your ass Matt? Is that what you want in your straight hole?” “Fuck me Toby! Nothing’s every felt as good as Alec’s cock did! I need to feel that again.” I took a drag off the poppers, “Do it! I’m ready. Fuck me! Breed me! Use me!” The little sober voice heard the new addition to my vocabulary and for a moment reared its head. Use you, it repeated questioningly, straight men don’t as other men to use them, what are you doing. The voice was silenced though when Toby, still looming over me, pushed his cock downward and the head slid easily into my well lubed hole. “Yes.” I moaned, “give it to me.” Toby slowly sank the full length of his cock into me. His thick shaft stretching me yet wider. I moaned when he eventually came to the base and his balls were resting on my ass. He looked down at me, his face a mask of lust now. “Shit! Your hole feels so fucking good. Fuck Alec you really did breed him. Your hole is so fucking sloppy Matt. It’s perfect.” He bent forward more, putting his hands on either side of my face supporting himself over my body. He rocked his hips back pulling his cock out of my hole and then with his full body weight slammed it back inside me. I felt the same opening feeling I’d felt when Alec had bottomed out just before he came. It was like something else had opened inside me, another hole. “Yeah that’s it, let me in your second hole. I’m going to fuck you so deep,” Alec said in a low grunting voice as he slammed into me again and again, “and fill you with so much cum you’re going to me gaped and leaking when I’m done with you. Fuck.” “His hole is amazing isn’t it,” Alec said. “A perfect cumdump fag hole waisted on this straight boy. Thank god for Jack’s special poppers.” “No kidding. Fuck! I can’t believe this. Its wild. After all those times we joked about how hot it would be if Matt secretly was gay…” “And now your fucking his harm hole?” “Yeah!” Toby finally turned his attention back to me, “Take another big hit of those poppers for me boy. I wanna feel this hole gape around my cock.” My mind was a total blank. I hadn’t even really registered they were talking about me as if I wasn’t there. I was lost in the bliss of getting fucked. As if I was in a dream I put the bottle to my nose and sniffed. Toby moaned as the heat spread through my body and I felt my hole blossom around his hammering shaft. My head crashed back onto the floor and I looked up with bleary eyes to see Alec now standing above me still naked. His cock was almost completely hard again and a long string of precum was hanging from the tip. It made my mouth water for some reason. Not that I had seen it I couldn’t take my eyes off that long strand of precum. “I think he wants your cock,” Toby said, catching me staring. “You want this?” Alec asked shaking his cock at me. I hesitated. Toby had made me suck his cock. He wouldn’t have fucked me if I didn’t. It was different to ask to suck Alec’s cock. Toby was right though. I wanted it. I wanted to taste that dangling precum. I wanted to taste the cock that had bred me. I wanted to suck Alec while Toby railed me. I took a hit of the poppers, gulped, and said “Fuck yes I do.” “Jesus, fuck! Ok. Toby let’s get him on his knees so we can spit roast him.” Toby pulled out of my hole and got off of me. Weakly I turned over and Toby dragged me up so I was on my hands and knees. He wasted no time in cramming his cock back in my ass. I moaned as he bottomed out inside me again, his head sliding easily past my second hole this time. Alec then got down on his knees in front of me and slapped his cock across my face. It left a big smear of precum across my cheek and lips. I lapped it up, marveling at its sweet yet salty taste. “Open up straight boy.” I licked my lips and opened my mouth. Alec rested his cock against my lips, his precum leaking into my mouth. “Good boy,” he cooed. “Good popper pig. You’re so fucking high on poppers you’d do anything we asked. You’re so fucking hot.” As he talked he started sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, slowly fucking me. I swallowed it as quickly as I could. I gobbled at his shaft, slathering it with spit. I lost myself in the hypnotic rhythm of the two cocks fucking me. I drifted off into my popper fueled daze. Alec and Toby could have their way with me. I wouldn’t dare stop them, everything they were doing felt too good. The pleasure overwhelmed my brain. It was like I was being rewired, shown parts of my mind that I had never known were there before. I felt sexy and wanted. I liked hearing them talk about how hot I was. It made me feel good to hear them say how good my hole felt, or my mouth. “You like feeling my load in his hole,” Alec said, his cock stuffed down my throat. “It feels so fucking good. Fuck Alec.” “Fuck my sloppy seconds. Pound that load into him.” Alec bent forward over me, and I heard them making out. Neither one stopped fucking me. It sounded like a hungry breathless kiss. I just grunted and moaned as I slurped Alec’s cock. “There’s nothing better than a cum filled hole.” “You weren’t kidding… fuck Mattie, youre not a half bad cock sucker. Fuck! You’re gonna get a second load out of me in no time.” “Yeah, fuck his throat. Make him swallow your load.” “You want that Matt? You want to swallow my load?” Between the rough pounding I was getting from Toby, and Alec’s cock filling my mouth all I could do was grunt. “Sounds like a yes to be,” said Toby. “Fuck yes it did.” They weren’t wrong. Now that it had been presented as an option… I did want to swallow Alec’s load. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to get off again. I also, and this was harder to admit even through my lust and the poppers, I wanted to know what it tasted like. “Oh fuck Matt. Yeah, right there, suck me hard.” Alec groaned, holding tight to the back of my head. “Yeah! Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Im going to cum! Fuck! Yeah!” He held his cock just inside my mouth, the head resting on my tongue and unleashed a flood of cum. Thick ropes spurted from the throbbing head of his erection filling my mouth. “Swallow his load Mattie. Gulp it down,” Toby encouraged. “Oh shit!” Alec roared. I swallowed as fast as I could, but he was cumming too hard. Some leaked out around his cock head and dribbled down from the corners of my mouth. I was shocked to find I liked the taste. I liked how hot it was in my mouth. I liked the feeling of his load sliding down my throat. I liked swallowing cum. I kept sucking as Alec’s cock stopped spasming. He shuddered and groaned, then pulled his dick out of my mouth and collapsed back onto the floor. He was panting, his dick softening again, lay thickly across his now empty balls. “That was so fucking hot,” Toby said. “I can’t, fuck! I can’t believe Matt just swallowed your load. Fuck! I’m so close. Matt are you ready for another load? You ready for me to breed your straight boy hole?” I swallowed the last of the cum in my mouth and licked my lips. “Fucking give it to me!” I practically shouted. “Oh hell yes!” Toby roared. He pushed me forward so my chest was now on the floor and jack hammered into my ass. I whimpered and moaned as he ravaged me. Every thrust he made was accompanied by a wet squelching sound and the slap of flesh against flesh. “Fucking take it! Take my load. Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up!” Toby shouted, and then with one last thrust, let out a mighty roar and collapsed forward onto my back. He lay across me his full weight pressing into me and his body spasmed and twitched. His cock was throbbing inside me. I felt it swell and then release as his spunk rocketed from the tip into my guts. The heat I craved spread through me like wild fire. I felt a wave of satisfaction. I was being bred again and it felt so good. “Thank you,” I whispered, not really even knowing I said it. “You’re welcome Mattie.” Toby said into my ear. “Hopefully you’re still grateful when the poppers wear off.”

3. “Now eyes forward and get that bottle under your nose.” Alec commanded. “Take a long sniff and count to twenty before breathing out. I huffed the little bottle deeper than ever, reveling in the feeling of intoxicating warmth spreading through my body. Looking dead ahead, I counted slowly to twenty. While I was counting I heard Alec spit, and felt a big glob land on my loosened hole. As I breathed out I felt Alec pushing something new against my ass. I pressed back into the invading object, the scent opening my hole for me. There was a tiny moment of resistance and then the thick head of whatever it was burst in side me. “Oh fuck,” we both said almost in unison. Alec’s hands grabbed my hips, holding me in place. He pushed it deeper and deeper inside of me forcing desperate moans from my lips. I squirmed, overwhelmed with how good it felt to be opened up again. “Fuck yes, take it all. Good boy,” Alec cooed. I felt his body press against me, his hands slid up to my shoulders and he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “Now I’m going to really fuck you” “It feels so good Alec. It feels so warm.” “That’s because my raw cock is balls deep in your hole. You’ve got another man’s dick in your ass straight boy.” Even in my blissed-out haze that felt wrong somewhere in the back of my mind. “I don’t know Alec… The toy was… it felt good… but your dick… but… oh fuck!” He flexed his cock inside of me and pushed it a little deeper. “You asked me to fuck you,” he said in a cool, almost seductive voice. “And doesn’t your hole feel good wrapped around my hard cock. You want to feel good don’t you Mattie.” “It feels so fucking good. Fuck!” “Exactly. Give in to the pleasure. Take another hit and give in.” I couldn’t think of anything how good it felt to have something inside my ass. It didn’t matter that it was another man’s cock. It felt too good to stop. I took another hit off the brown bottle and gave in. Alec sensed my acceptance and whispered, “good boy,” before pulling his cock halfway out of my hole and then pressing it in again. I groaned. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling this good. My senses were being overloaded. I pressed myself back against his hips, trying to get him deeper inside me. “That’s it. Give in to the poppers, let them guide you. It feels good doesn’t it? It feels good to give in.” “Holy shit, this is so much better than the dildo. Fuck! Alec! Your cock… it… your cock feels so good inside me. You’re so fucking hard! Don’t stop! Please… please… keep… keep fucking me!” “Don’t worry… I’m not gonna stop till your straight boy ass is full of my cum.” He started to hammer into me then, making me scream. He grunted as he rammed his cock in and out of my now open hole. We were both covered in sweat and the room stunk of it. The sound of slapping flesh echoed off the walls. The part of me that had tried to stop when I realized that Alec had his dick in me was reeling. My brain couldn’t really understand what was happening. I was straight, always had been, but Alec’s cock felt so good, how could I stop it. I never wanted those waves of pleasure to end. I just had to give into it, but what did that mean for me. Instead of trying to answer that question I sniffed at the little bottle again and lost myself in the fog. I became putty in Alec’s hands letting him hammer into my hole. I pushed back into his thrusts, banging my ass against his hips. Every thrust made me grunt or moan. It was like someone else had control of my body. Suddenly Alec pulled his whole cock from my hole, and smacked my ass hard. “Get on your back. I wanna see your eyes when I dump my load in your straight ass.” I flipped onto my back, and almost instinctively pulled my legs up to my chest. Alec chuckled. As he moved to get between my legs I saw his cock for the first time. It was wide with a big blunt mushroom head. Probably as long as my cock, but almost twice as thick. It burst out, throbbing, from a trimmed bush, and big heavy looking balls hung below. My hole quivered at the sight. “You like seeing the cock that took your cherry?” Alec said, his voice almost mocking. “Its so thick… I can’t believe I can take it. How did it fit in my hole?” “Because you’re flying high on Jack’s special poppers. They’ll open anyone up. Take a good hit, and get ready for my load. I haven’t gotten off in a couple of days. I’m going to fucking flood you.” I sniffed Jack’s special poppers, my vision blured and my head spun. Alec sunk his cock into me in one easy move while I was still lost in the initial wave. When I could understand the world around me again he was already mercilessly hammering at my hole. I looked up into his face, contorted with animalistic hunger, and thought for the first time how hot he was. His chest glistened with sweat, matting down the hair between his pecs. His brow was knit tight with the exertion of fucking me. His lips parted slightly as he grunted with his roughest thrusts. You’re straight, that little sober voice told me, you’re doing this because it feels good not because you’re attracted to Alec. Still, there was no denying that he looked good pounding me. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this,” Alec panted, “But I’m about to breed your fucking hole Matt. I’m gonna fucking cum so deep inside side you. Fuck. Your hole feels so good.” “Pound me! Your cock feels so good. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” “Take my fucking load straight boy!” Alec roared and punched his dick into me as hard as he could. I felt something inside me give way as if he’d pushed past the ring of my hole again. His cock throbbed and pulsed buried deep inside me. He moaned and a hot flood started to spread inside me. This is nuts, that sober voice shouted, he just came inside you; but it was drowned out by the rest of my mind which was singing with pleasure. The heat of Alec’s load seemed to expend though my whole body. Every nerve lit up like a Christmas tree. My eyes rolled back into my head and I crashed into the couch. I couldn’t move. All I could do was lay there as Alec’s cock continued to throb and pump out the last of his load. Panting, Alec collapsed on top of me, his cock still deep inside my hole. We lay there, a sweaty mess. “Holy shit Alec. That felt so fucking good! I can’t believe it.” “You can’t believe it? I just bred my straight roommate…” he shook his head and started to pull out. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, trying to keep him from taking his cock out of my hole. I was still quivering from the mind-numbing bliss that came from him pounding me and I didn’t want it to end. “Don’t,” I said in a breathy voice, “don’t pull out. I don’t want it to end. It just feels so good.” “What the hell did I just walk in on.” Alec’s head jerked up as our roommate Toby came around the couch.