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John and I had experimented with the more extreme side of sex for several months and whilst not partners or in any ‘relationship’, since we met on “Hoods and Masks” had found ourselves going deeper into BC, bondage, tubes and chems, with very few other people involved. We had often spoken about what it would be like to be taken without any choice, used, controlled and made to function for a Superior, but until now this had been just talk. As my birthday present, John had arranged a long weekend away in Berlin, and I had arranged a week off work since he told me that we were going to play and party hard and that we would need the rest of the week to recover. This was my first time in the city and on our first evening out I was wearing my 30 hole black boots, laced red as John as requested, red socks rolled over the top of the boots, rubber shorts, rubber shirt, thick leather collar with padlock and a battered biker jacket. I could sense that people looked at both of us as we made our way through the maze of narrow alleyways, both of us flying on some chems we had taken before leaving the hotel. John carried a small bag with him but I had no idea what he brought; all I needed to know was that we would be gone all night. As we arrived at a derelict and darkened building John grabbed my arse and attached a leash to the tight leather collar and hooked it on to the belt of his chaps and pushed the door to a small foyer. A large, muscled Bear stood there, dressed in filthy jeans and a leather shirt. He spoke some German quickly us and I was introduced as the pig. The Bear smiled down at me and kneaded my arse roughly and unlocked a door and allowing us through. We descended some stairs, and sounds started flooding up. Pounding dance music, followed by conversation and moans. But it was the smell that hit me like a snort of coke. Smoke, sweat, cum, piss, leather, and rubber mingled in the air, and my cock grew rock hard in my rubber shorts and I was already sweating as the heat from the underground club rushed up to meet me. We emerged out into a small area, which was packed with about fifty or so men. I saw all types, from smooth young Gods to older bears, dressed in everything from full leather and rubber suits to just boots, heavily inked and pierced. Most stood around chatting and cruising, though a few were doing some sucking and boot licking. John led me to the bar and handed me a beer as he looked around at the crowd. I noticed his own very healthy bulge in the fading denim of his crotch, framed by the tight leather chaps that he habitually wore, and I reached down and opened his fly, pulling out his large, thick, uncut and pierced cock. I stroked it gently as John lit a cigar and groaned, before getting down on my knees and starting to suck. I knew he hadn't cum all day as I had been the one to fuck him before we went out. I also knew my cum was still in his arse, and I was looking forward to adding to it later that evening. He stopped me from going any further - he didn't want to blow his load quite at that point. I gulped down most of my beer, enjoying the added buzz as John explained that this was an old club that only allowed entry with a member. He had joined several years before, and that this was the place to come for the most dedicated sleaze pigs. After downing a second beer quickly, we went to the cramped and filthy toilets where several piss fans were drinking and rolling in the stinking piss. John and I took out our cocks and hosed each other down. My new PA split the stream and some fell on an older, slim God with an enormous septum piercing who was busy being rimmed by another. He smiled and lapped it up, before moving in front of us and licking the piss from our chaps. I was enjoying the attention, especially when I felt the God swallow my own cock as he gently wanked John. John shoved me against a wall, grinding the skin's head into my crotch and kissing me long and hard. After a few moments, we broke off and left the toilet, as the God returned to getting his arse licked out. Instead of going back into the bar, John led me to a dim corner in a hall. We snorted a line, and then walked down to a further room. A large red biohazard symbol hung outside it as John pushed in the door and I followed. A blue, smoky haze hung around the low lighting and TV screens hung on the wall, showing some violent SM porn. It seemed like this small room teemed with bodies wrapped in rubber and leather and fucking in every corner. The drugs were hitting me hard now, and John simply turned me around, unzipped the arse of my shorts and sank his thick cock into me. I moaned loudly, drowned out by the cries of those around me. John held it inside me for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my tight arse on his cock. He started fucking me slowly, pulling his cock almost all of the way out before sinking it inside me slowly again. Right in front of my face another cock appeared - about 7" long with a row of piercings from the base. I gobbled it down as he started to fuck my mouth in rhythm with my John. In just a few short minutes, John roared and shot another creamy load deep within my body and then held me tight as he slowly released his piss, filling my arse with his warm, precious liquid. All of a sudden, John pulled out and pulled me to a corner where a sling had just become free. Piss and cum were dripping down my legs as he flung me on to the sling and resumed fucking as several others watched and used my mouth. I started feeling warm piss on my rubbered body, running into my mouth and my arse. I saw John gasp as a cock entered his own arse. It was the Bear from the lobby, wrapping his arms around John and fucking like a jackrabbit. John matched his strokes and I felt my arse being ripped apart. I yelped in happiness as John pulled out and was replaced by the Bear. He moved to my mouth and I cleaned off his cock. The Bear roared suddenly and I could feel the hot splash of cum in my arse. I climbed down and asked John if he wanted another fucking. He smiled, hopped into the sling and I started eating it out as I felt another cock enter my arse. I drank the piss and cum from John's arse, before ramming in my own cock and cumming. I held it in, enjoying being sandwiched in between the two men and wanting to allow the man a chance to seed me with his cum. When I felt him pull out, I grabbed a large glob of lube and started moving my fist into John's arse. I glanced up and saw John sucking an enormous pierced cock belonging to a muscled man, dressed in chaps, harness and cap. He was hairy and had an amazing chest with the largest and heaviest pierced tits that I had ever seen. This God was pounding John's mouth as I worked my first fist into the wrist, and as I felt John's arse tighten around my wrist he took out a small bottle and took a quick snort of coke. He passed it to me and I did the same, and then this God also took some. I was soon able to work a second fist inside as God moved to my arse and fucked me rotten, remaining almost limp, allowing the power of his fucks to drive my fists into John. He groaned in satisfaction, his cock an angry red colour, ready to splurge again. I pulled out my hands and started to gobble on his rosebud as I felt another load in my arse as John hopped off and started kissing me. He must have had a load in his mouth as we passed the cum back and forth. There were at least a dozen men in the room and it became a free for all. Cocks and cum flew around and our arses took several hits. At one point, I had John's cock and fist in my arse at the same time but didn't know how long we were there for, but when we were finished John led me over to the sling, saying that I could nap if I wanted to, but that I needed a plug up my arse to hold in the cum and piss. John then put a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head, and cuffed by wrists and ankles to the sling, telling me that the evening had just begun and that I should go with the flow and not resist anyone or anything. How could I? Everything went silent. Where was John and how long I had been hanging there? My arse was on fire and the plug beginning to hurt like hell. I'd tried moaning loudly into the hard rubber ball gag that had been strapped on tightly and covered in a black leather hood with pinhole eyes, but John had not returned and I had been hanging there for what must have been about an hour. Illumination from a single bare light bulb in the wire cage above me was turned off and only small streams of light filtered under the two doors; otherwise I would have been in total darkness. All of a sudden to my relief I heard the door open. I tried turning my head and could just see through the small eye holes in the tight leather hood and I moaned as loudly as I could through the now painful gag: only muffled sounds came out and no-one was going to hear me outside this room even if the door was open. Someone unlocked the cuffs and lifted me from the sling and with both my feet were firmly on the floor I could finally stand upright but both legs were very stiff and aching. I screamed out loud as I was smacked on the plug up my arse which shot pain through the whole of my aching body. I was then grabbed from two sides and what must have been two men lifted me effortlessly off the floor and dragged me out of the room. It was difficult to work out where I was going but it wasn't until we reached some stone steps that I realized we were going down into a cellar or basement. I heard the sound of a heavy steel door being opened in front of me and I was dragged through various rooms until we came to a stop. I was forced to lie down on a small cot with what appeared to be a rubber sleep sack laid on top of it. I was lifted onto the sleep sack and my feet were forced into it. I tried to kick them but a swift slap across the face and a large hand over my gagged mouth and nose quietened me down very quickly. These guys meant business and I realized if I was going to survive this then I was going to have to co-operate! The hand was removed allowing me to breathe again and they continued to push the rest of me into the rubber bag including both hands in the side pockets and zipped it up quickly making sure my cock and balls were sticking out through the zip in the middle. I felt a rough hand squeeze my balls and I moaned in agony as he gripped tight. I was then secured further with some very tight rubber straps that started at my feet and went up the body to my neck. I was again completely helpless and all I could do was squirm futilely and wriggle slightly as I was roughly forced over on my front. I felt the arse zip opened and one of the men said ‘take a deep breathe’ - at the same time removing the plug that had been stuffed in my arse. I nearly died through the pain and as the sale cum and piss rushed from my gaping hole, but lubricant was stuffed into my arse and it wasn’t long before a gentle heat began radiating from this so that I didn’t realize that another plug had been inserted until I heard the sound of pumping air. I felt the plug being inflated inside me until I was almost ripped in two – there was no way that I was pushing it out. Neither men had said anything up to this point as I was roughly pulled back onto my back and the leather hood untied and pulled off from my sweaty head and the hard rubber gag removed. Before I could say anything some water was poured down my throat to wash done some tabs they had put in my mouth, and another softer rubber gag forced into my mouth: I heard the sound of pumping air and the rubber gag began to inflate inside my mouth until my jaws were forced apart and I was forced to breath through my nose. One of the men continued to fondle my dick but all of a sudden I felt something slowly being slid down my urethra and I was unable to stop them doing it. I was scared to death to move now just in case they were doing something that needed me to remain very still. One of the men said ‘With this catheter we’ll be able to drain you whenever we want so don’t worry about pissing and with this new gag you’ll get plenty of your own piss to drink whenever you’re thirsty’. I now knew what they were doing and they finished inserting the long tube of the catheter, keeping it place by pumping the small bulb at the end and gently pulling at it making sure it wasn’t able to come out. They must have attached the catheter to my gag because all of a sudden I felt some warm liquid spill into my throat from the rubber gag. I began to choke but by swallowing the piss down as best I could I continued breathing through my nose. I had no idea whose piss it was maybe it was my own but there was nothing I could do about it but drink as fast as I could until it stopped. I then heard one of the men leave for a few seconds but returned quickly with a rubber hood which they fitted over the one I was wearing already. I was still gagged and as they fitted the tight rubber hood on top I began to panic as I was unable to breathe for a short time. However as they fitted it correctly I realized I could breathe through the nose holes although it was now all dark and my world was very dark and hot. My heart was racing as the two men lifted me effortlessly in the rubber sleep sack and placed me in what must have been a heavy wooden box as I heard a lid being closed on it and locked shut. Oh my god I was being locked away and no-one was going to find me. Where John was and what had they done to him? I tried desperately not to panic but the feelings were overwhelming and if it wasn't for some heavy bondage sessions I had experienced in the past I would have died for sure with the panic. I managed to bring my breathing back to normal and just lay there feeling the large plug stuffed up my arse and the gag stuffed in my piss filled mouth. I was completely at the mercy of my captors. I heard the men laugh as they walked out the room leaving me in darkness and a strange feeling of sleep began to fall over me quickly. After some time in this darkness, alone, bound, gagged, catherized, plugged and helpless, I felt movement and believed that the box was being moved.
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Written by me with inspiration from others and thought lost on Bugshare. I should never had stayed talking to Him in the bar that night I lost my job, and certainly should not have borrowed money – at least not from Him. But the current credit crunch, with rising debts, outgoings and expenses soaring, had left me destitute. Losing my job at the bank was the final straw and there seemed no where to turn. I had seen Him several times in bars and clubs over the past months, in my home town and when away on business trips. He always seemed to be there, sitting at the bar and raising his glass when he caught my eye. Not that I minded or event thought it odd that He should be there. I travelled extensively with my work and just assumed that He was another traveller – alone in a strange city. And why should I object to the attentions of this six foot three brick shit house of a man, with a goatee, cropped dark hair and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen? His was a body and face to make Tom’s Men seem insignificant. He was always in leather jeans, or chaps with a skin tight black tee-shirt that hid nothing and revealed every ripple on His body plus two large heavily ringed nipples. Now I have had a think for pierced men for many years and whilst I had a couple of tats, had never plucked up enough courage for rings – but a Daddy with heavy piercings was another matter. These regular ‘meetings’ eventually lead to a ‘Hi’ and before long, conversation. Being away from home, with a new acquaintance and a few beers, it was easy for me to talk about my life, my likes, desires and fantasies. The fact that I built up both my experience and my fantasies was not an issue - they were my fantasies. Little did I know the trouble this would get me into. Whenever i was in a bar or club, He was always there, and from our developing conversations it was clear that He was interested in my experiences in life, work and relationships but whenever i asked a question, especially plucking up courage to ask about our regular pattern of meeting, He just smiled. And nothing else happened. At least, not at that time. Let me tell you a little more about me at that time – name of Jim, 36 years old, five ten with a good shaved body (gym three times a week) and short, but not cropped, blond hair. As i said, i had a couple of tats – one on my arse and one in the small of my back – but had always dreamt of extensive ink work and body modifications. Indeed, when i wanked off, and yes i did so several times a day even in the bog at work, i always fantasised about Him and how i would like to submit to Him and let Him change me as He would see fit….. With my boyish looks and tight body (with a goatee when on holiday, since my company did not favour facial hair and i was The Corporate Man) i know that i attracted admiring glances when in a bar, and my then boy friend used to enjoy this attention, too. My troubles really started with the bank going into receivership and me not only losing my employment but my vastly subsidised lifestyle – mortgage, cars, loans for designer clothes, and expensive holidays around the globe and eating out in top restaurants several times a week – who wants to cook when there was someone else much better to do it? However, given the situation i felt that if we really cut back on all expenditure, let the cars go and looked for a smaller place to live we might, just, be able to get things sorted. After all, with a decent degree, a good track record in banking and finance and, living centrally there had to be jobs out there and we had no need of a car to get around. The boy friend had other thoughts and stated that he was not prepared to subsidize me; after i had put him through school and paid for acting lessons and gym membership for the past few years and included him in everything i did. That evening he moved out, taking many of the paintings and ornaments – ‘before the bailiffs get them!’ . Bastard. So, left in a waterside apartment with fantastic views, what was i to do? Friday night. So let’s go out and get laid. It helped. When i entered the club the first person i saw was Him – raising a glass and indicating for me to join Him. Within minutes my whole story was out. He nodded and listened. “So what would you do to get out of this situation…?” “Anything”, I replied, and I think that answer sealed my fate. Telling me that He would be in contact to discuss employment options (and I still had no idea what line of business He was in) i gave Him my address, phone number, email and employer’s name and address. Feeling somewhat relieved that i had some hope, i went home early, not even remotely interested in sex. A week past – creditors’ letters were starting to pile up and while my land line had been cut off, my mobile never stopped ringing (couldn’t turn it off in case He called) – people hassling for repayment of loans. Had i really been that profligate? Friday night again – and i dare not go out for fear of the four thugs that had all week been hanging around the entrance to the apartment block, obviously watching my movements and when the apartment would be empty so that the landlord or creditors could take possession. The door bell rang. Not expecting anyone, i checked on the screen and saw Him. ‘OK, He’s probably coming to discuss my employment,” and I slipped the catch. He entered, with a small balding man in a dark suit, carrying a briefcase. Seeing Him in my hallway was more impressive that in the club, and the contrast between the two men could not have been greater. “Right, down to business. You need a way out and funds, and I have brought my lawyer to go walk you through your employment contract. Your troubles end tonight”. The layer removed a thick wad of papers from his briefcase. “Sign where indicated”, was all he said. Starting to read the contract, it was suddenly snatched from my hands by Him. “It you want to have your financial troubles sorted there is no need to read this – just sign. Should you want to go through in detail we call a halt to our arrangement now’. What choice did i have – this was my salvation. i signed – what i thought would be once, but as the lawyer turned pages, i was signing at least every third page. When i had finished, both the layer and He added their signatures to the last page. Legalities completed, the lawyer packed up his case and left. He did not shut the door behind him and the four thugs that I had previously seen hanging around outside burst I, locking the door behind them. ‘What the fuck……’ was all I could manage before i was hit hard across the face and in the stomach. My mouth was bleeding and i could feel that a few of the expensive crowns were lose, but had no time to consider this since without a word i was grabbed and thrown across my dining table – where i had just signed my employment contract. Straps were produced, binding me to each leg and a ball gag was roughly pushed into my mouth so that i could taste more blood. He just watched. Without a word, he took a knife and slowly and painstakingly cut through my jeans, belt, and tee shirt, before slitting my jock and leaving me naked and bound to the table – helpless. ‘That’s better. I have waited a long time to see your body and to have you where I want you.’ My mind raced; what was going to happen. Never have I been so scared, and yet my dick stood to attention and was harder than it had ever been. ‘Good, I can see that you are in agreement that this is what you want. Now let me explain’, and with that he nodded to the thugs who stood to attention at each corner of the table, He then pulled a chair up so that he was sitting between my legs – His face level with my dick. ‘I have been watching you for many months both on your business trips and via the websites that you have accessed. And my, haven’t you found some interesting and perverse ones? From these and the on-line conversations that you have had with many Masters - actually all Me – I have a good understanding of how your mind works and what you really want from life. ‘Don’t think that our meetings were accidental. You have been under constant surveillance and observation for the past twelve months and there is nothing about you past life, family, friends or employment that I do not know. You can hide nothing from me. ‘You are what I am searching for and your employment with me will take you deep into your inner most thoughts and desires. There is no way out and no resignation or dismissal, in the traditional sense, possible’. i tried to struggle but the straps were two tight and all that I could do was mumble into the gag. ‘Now don’t struggle, there really is no use, and my team will not hesitate to damage and hurt you if you do not comply. To them you are nothing, a nobody. ‘I am going to ask you a series of questions, a test, to establish the absolute limit of your desires. I believe that a true masochist with a deep-down need to be hurt will be turned on irrespective of what its verbal answer may be. You will not be able to hide away behind a “no”. When He said this it made my dick go hard. As hard as it was for me to admit to myself my true desires, let alone actually tell them to someone, i also knew that tied naked to the table I would not be able to fool him: my dick never lied. He remained silent and as the silence lengthened, my erection subsided. ‘Let me explain. As from Midnight, I have assumed all your debts, loans and redeemed your mortgage. All that you had is now my property and you have signed away all rights to me. ‘This contract will be filmed so that there is no way out.’ And with that one of the thugs switched on a small camera and set me into the viewfinder. ‘First question. Do you want to also be my property?’ He asked slowly and methodically, his eyes fixed directly upon mine, and then slowly looking downward towards my crotch. As He said this i thought, ‘Property? No way am i property; i am a free man!’, but found myself unable to control my dick. Slowly it lifted up and away from my ball sac, rising towards Him. He smiled approvingly, then fell silent and waited for my erection to subside. When i was flaccid again He continued, speaking each word carefully and slowly with his deepest voice. ‘Do you want to be kidnapped, removed and separated from your current life to live as my Slave twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?’ Before He had even finished asking the question, my dick had become engorged once again and stood erect. I could feel the beat of my heart racing, filling it up. Then again, silence. ‘Do you want to be tattooed?’ Again my dick responded without hesitation. Over many hours the questioning continued as before. After each question He waited before proceeding to the next. And with each question He drew my affirmative response. ‘Do you want to be pierced including tongue, nose, nipples and dick, freely according to my wishes? ‘Do you want to be marked permanently to identify you as my property? ‘Do you want to be modified in any way that I see fit that will bring pleasure to me and my customers? ‘Do you want to be visibly tattooed including hands, face, head and scalp, with whatever I want, including but not limited to overtly homoerotic images and tribal designs? ‘Do you want wear my permanent steel collar and be cuffed and chained to sleep in your cage at night? ‘Do you want to be displayed in public and on websites? ‘Do you want to serve anyone that I wish you to, with no limits and no choice, no matter how perverse or extreme their taste?’ By the time that He seemed to have finished his list of questions, i realised that i had agreed, well, my dick had agreed, to possibly everything that he could conceivably do to me. He then walked to stand directly in front of me, his legs spread apart, removing his tee shirt, standing in his jeans, chaps and heavy black motorcycle boots. I couldn't look away and stared at the black tribal tattoos that covered his entire chest and torso. The thick metal rings hung from his nipples. He looked down, grinning and said: "Just one last question. Do you want to begin being my slave starting now?" i had expected that question and was trying to think of anything that would cause me to lose my hard-on. Yes, i had fantasized about being a slave and being tattooed but wanted to scream out ‘No!’ He knew everything now and there was nothing that i could do. My darkest secrets were out, ones that i had hid from myself for many years. Silently i was cursing myself for having spoken with Him and cursing my dick for betraying my desires. Being in bondage, naked and gagged turned me on, so when He looked at my dick, try as I might, my own body betrayed me again as my dick went hard. ‘I knew that would be your answer and the video is a witness to our contract. You are my property now. You will do as I wish when I wish with no question or hesitation. I will modify you, use you and change you as I so decide. And be warned, I will not tolerate any disobedience. So there is no mistake about, there is no going back. It's time to close your past life’. With that he nodded to the thugs; two went into my bedroom and I could hear them rummaging in my closets and drawers. One went though my desk and laptop whilst another searched cupboards. Each returned with piles of clothes, shoes, papers and documents, files and photographs: a huge pile was forming in the centre of my room. ‘What the fuck were they doing with my things?’ ‘In case you wonder,’ He said, ‘we are taking your past life and will destroy what there is so that you start anew’. He took my passport and birth certificate and tore them up in front of me and threw them onto the ever expanding pile. A thug gave him my address book and a print out of all my contacts from my pc. ‘Good, I think that we are done. Prepare him’. i felt a tourniquet being tightened on my right arm and a prick. Suddenly, as it was released, my whole body glowed and slowly i began to drift into an induced sleep. Light, bright and shining in my eyes. Suddenly i was alert and awake and trying to sit up, found that i was totally unable to move any part of my body or head. And now my eyes were open i couldn’t even close them. A large monitor came to life - a news report, or actually several reports one after the other. i saw my old office block with the head of securities standing outside. What was he saying? ‘…..our losses are unprecedented in banking history and we have no other course but to file for liquidation’. Another clip, this time of my ex boss. ‘…the recent events are the result of fraudulent action by one of our most trusted employees.’ My picture flashed up. ‘The losses sustained by the bank in the recent credit crunch could have been sustained, but those incurred as the result of theft, insider trading and money laundering by Jim XXX have been substantial’ ‘What the hell…?’ i have never stolen a cent in my life. A police spokesman. ‘…… signed confession from Jim XXX was sent to the police before his, and his partner’s disappearance. No bodies have been found but we are convinced that whilst of unsound mind, Jin XX killed his partner, set fire to his apartment and then killed himself. ‘Letters were also sent to family and friends and whilst we will continue to investigate the crimes, we are searching for no one else’. ‘What!’ i wanted to scream at the screen, but I had no voice and was unable to close my eyes or turn my head from the scenes showing – my apartment block in ruins, smoke pouring from damaged windows and where the roof garden was. ‘…this fine building will have to be demolished after the severity of the blaze. Thankfully there appears to have been some warning to other residents and there was no loss of life other than that of Jim XXX and his partner. I repeat, no bodies have been found.’ Then my parents and family facing a barrage of media questions and cameras. The room went dark and once again i was drifting into sleep. When i next came round i was in an upright position – bright lights were shining in my face and i was able to move my eyes and head a little. The lights dimmed enough to show me that i was not alone but that there was a presence at my feet. ‘Good,’ it was His voice. ‘It is about time that you were brought round. Your conscious mind has been turned off for several months, kept in a state of suspended animation whilst necessary changes have been made. You will be in shock, or at least I hope that you are. ‘You will have some recollections of how you got here and I will soon reveal the new you. Remember that you have agreed to this by signing my contract and, as you will have seen from the news reports, you are assumed to be a thief and arsonist at best and assumed dead. There is thought that you are also a murderer, having killed that useless boyfriend of yours, in a fit of rage after he dumped you. ‘There can be no escape. To the world, including your family and friends, you are a nobody, and are on the list of most wanted criminals. No body will ever be found.’ ‘Let me introduce you to the new you – whilst you are able to assimilate the information.’ The lights dimmed and a screen replaced Him. What i saw caused me to gasp – but no noise came from my mouth. ‘Don’t try to talk. We have removed your vocal cords since you will have no use of a voice.’ I looked at the screen and saw……….
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Jeff and I have been friends since high school. You could not find two guys who are more different than we are. Jeff is 5’9”, 250 pounds, pudgy, bearded, quiet, a big fan of pornography, but with little dating or sexual experience. I on the other hand am 5’11”, 170 pounds, with spiked blonde hair, a motor mouth, with little interest in porn but big interests in dating and sex. For the past ten years, Jeff has been content to listen to all of my stories about the numerous female conquests I’ve gathered up from college and work. Jeff would then usually comment that most of his evenings were spent jerking off while watching Ashlyn Gere or Christy Canyon films. With my wit, it’s easy to mock Jeff about his lack of pussy. He’s usually a pretty good sport about it. Once or twice a month Jeff will come and visit me for the weekend. Most of our time is spent watching hockey, going to the movies, or dueling at video games. This past January, Jeff was over and we decided to spend most of the day playing video games. Now, aside from his lack of sex, Jeff is also pathetic when it comes to video games. I had managed to thrash him in basically every game we had played. Trust me, they weren’t even close! He’s also not a very good loser. And, being a typical guy, I had to send quite a bit of verbal mocking his way. “Ok wise guy,” Jeff finally said, “Let’s make a bet on who wins the next game.” “Sure thing,” I said. Jeff continued, “Fine. The winner gets to name their prize.” We shook on it. My mind was already thinking money. “Good,” I said. “If I win I want $50”. “No problem,” Jeff said. He took a long pause and added, “But if I win, you have to give me a blow job.” “What!” I was shocked. A few times in my life the thought of sucking a guy’s dick had crossed my mind, but it was the furthest thing away today. “That seems a bit extreme.” Jeff played it cool. “Hey, you shook on it…but if you’re afraid you’ll lose…” Now, I never back down from a challenge so I added, “Not on your life. Let’s get this bet going.” After all, I was riding a terrific unbeaten streak. The fates must have suddenly aligned against me though, because fifteen minutes later…I LOST! So, there we were sitting in my living room. For the first time all-day I was silent. Jeff, however, had a smug grin on his face as he got up and closed the blinds to my windows and patio door. As I sat on the floor, I was so stunned that I paid little attention as Jeff pulled off his shirt and began removing his shoes and socks. It was the sound of his zipper that snapped me out of my trance. Shocked I looked over to see Jeff slowly dropping his blue jeans around his ankles. He had a very hairy body with a fairly large beer belly hanging over his tight white jockey shorts. My eyes were caught somewhere between the large bulge in his shorts and that permanent smile that was plastered across his lips. “Ok,” Jeff said. “I’m ready to collect on our bet.” As he said this, Jeff stepped out of his jeans and pointed to the ever-growing bulge in his drawers. Staying low to the floor, I crawled over in front of Jeff. It was a slow crawl because I hoped that any second Jeff was going to say, “Gotcha! I was just kidding.” The actual words that came out of his mouth were, “You’ll need to remove those on your own.” Pointing to his only remaining piece of clothing. There were butterflies in my stomach as I kneeled in front of Jeff. I shakily reached up and began sliding his underwear off. I only got them a few inches down before his hard cock managed to get hooked on the strap. I adjusted the tension on the band and managed to get them down to his feet, thankfully without actually having to touch his cock. The thought of his dick being in my mouth was a little more than I could fathom. I spent a long time looking down at the carpet and Jeff’s feet. Unfortunately, Jeff didn’t feel like backing out. When I looked forward, I was only inches from a thick bushel of dark pubic hair that was surrounding Jeff’s enormous cock. It was rock solid and pointing due north about 8 inches. Like Jeff, it was fat! The head was pink and growing larger with each passing second. Underneath his cock were two monster balls hanging low. Long moments of silence passed. “Well,” Jeff said. “You’re not going to back out are you?” “No,” I said quietly. “Good.” Jeff’s cock gave a couple eager twitches as he purposely tensed his muscles. "Because I need to blow my load." His eagerness was really starting to scare me. “But I’ve never given a blow job before," I nervously got out. “I know,” Jeff said. “I’ve had to listen to you brag about all the girls who’ve sucked your dick all these years. Over and over, that’s all I’d hear. It pissed me off because the only action I was getting was when I jacked off. Well, this is my chance to shut you up, because my cock’s going to be crammed in your mouth.” He reached down with one hand and pointed his dick towards my mouth. “You’re probably nervous so I’ll help you out.” With that, Jeff placed his other hand on the back of my head and moved my head towards the tip of his fat cock. As I closed in I decided to simply accept my fate and open my mouth. I was amazed at how hot his rod was as it slid into my mouth. I slowly began moving my head forward and back. It slid a little deeper with each motion. With my eyes closed I could picture the tip of Jeff’s dick sliding further and further down my throat. Jeff let go of the back of my head and instructed me to continue bobbing with the same rhythm. A few minutes passed and I could feel his rigid shaft slick with my spit. The tension was leaving me. I heard a moan and realized for the first time that Jeff was enjoying my work. I decided to open my eyes. I looked up and met his eyes. As Jeff stared down into my eyes he told me, “This is the first blow job I’ve ever gotten. I love the look of my cock in your mouth!” This really made me feel good. I suddenly decided to put a little more effort into my work. Our eyes remained locked as I began slurping on what I began to think of as a luscious tool. I pulled his shaft from my mouth and began licking furiously at his huge nuts. I loved the feel of his balls as they rolled around on my tongue. His smell was deep and musky. I tried to breathe in as much of it as I could. Meanwhile, my hand continued pumping on his long hard length. “Oh god!” Jeff moaned. “Feel like you’re going to cum?” I asked. “Yes,” Jeff managed as sweat began dripping from his forehead. “And I haven’t jerked off in weeks, so if you don’t put my cock back in your mouth I may shoot out an eye!” That was all I needed. I released his cock and immediately jammed it deep into my throat. I began sucking furiously as my hands massaged his wonderful sack. A few seconds later his balls tightened and Jeff’s hips gave a shudder forward. The next thing I knew a blast of hot juice squirted from the tip of his dick. A second and third shot followed and my mouth was filling up fast. Reflexively I moved to pull back but Jeff thrust both hands on the back of my head and moved his pole deeper into my mouth. “I want you to swallow it!” He groaned. “And keep on sucking every last drop right out of my cock!” I did as I was told. My face was buried against his hefty belly. As I continued to feel his tool shoot into me, I moved my hands to his ass and began squeezing tight. “Oh yeah!” Jeff shouted. “Keep sucking! Suck it all!” He has breathing like a marathon runner! His fingers tightening in my hair. I sucked on his cock pulling drops of cum from deep inside of him. The feeling was incredible! A few minutes passed and Jeff still held my head fast on his cock. I could feel his slick tool slowly softening on my tongue. I couldn’t tell him, but I didn’t want him to pull that wonderful dick from my mouth. Sadly, after another minute, Jeff let me go and slid his cock from me. He took a few steps backwards and collapsed onto my couch. His breathing was finally calming down and I could see sweat glistening all over his body. As I got up and moved over to a chair, Jeff reached over to the coffee table and lit up one of his cigars. “Hey not in here,” I said. “You know I hate the smell of those in my apartment.” “I know, but things are going to be a little different around here now,” Jeff said taking a few healthy puffs. “What’s that mean?” Jeff smiled. “Well for starters. Any time you get the urge to brag about getting laid or feel the desire to put me down in front of the guys, just remember that you sucked my cock. It was a fair bet and I can tell anyone I want.” I was shocked! This was not what I needed the other guys to know. But before I could voice my concerns he continued. “Don’t worry though, I won’t.” He leaned back and blew out a long breath of smoke. “But any time I want, you’re going to be sucking on my cock.” His free hand reached down and adjusted his spent tool. Surprisingly this didn’t offend me as much as it would have merely an hour earlier. “I thought this was a one time bet?” Jeff smiled. “Well it was. But damn, Mitch. You suck a great dick! I’d be stupid not to keep this going. Besides, I don’t have to worry about going out and getting a girlfriend anytime soon. Plus, I won’t feel like a loser the next time you brag to me. You can go and get all the pussy you want, go have your dick sucked by as many girls as you can. But when we hang out I’ll always know that you’re the one who’s on his knees worshipping my cock!” Jeff looked triumphantly towards the ceiling and rolled the cigar around in his mouth savoring the taste. "As a matter of fact," he said as he adjusted his cock, "I think I'm ready for another one...right now." Yes, I thought, it sure looked like things were going to be different. I moved forward, opened my mouth, and took Jeff's spent but growing hard dick into me. I could still taste his last load covering the shaft but as I looked his balls were already tightening up, preparing the next delivery. Our bet was over...but things were going to be moving along faster than I could have prepared myself. TO BE CONTINUED...
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I'm very new to the scene, but have encountered several Men who have opened my eyes to many possibilities; that I may not have understood that, as a bottom, I have a specific role to play. I'm interested in knowing what Tops expect in a bottom. How you view me, how you engage me, what my role is. I'm more and more getting the impression that as a bottom, I exist to give Men pleasure, and the more I delve into this world the more I am convinced of this. That as a bottom, I am more object than person. That it is commonplace for a bottom to have an owner, and in fact, be seen as a possession. The further into this world I go, the more it seems completely correct that as a bottom, I am not a Man, but an object. This has been reinforced over and over again by the Tops that I have encountered, persuading me that I am not crazy. I would like to be reassured that I am seeing my role clearly. My goal is to become the best bottom that I can be, and I would appreciate hearing from actual Tops here what they think that will mean for me.
