DEEP INSIDE DALTON: Converting the Jock-Next-Door into a Chempig

[rawrawraw76]

PART 9 – OURS AT LAST

 

 

When I walked into the bedroom, Dalton was already sitting on the edge of the bed, clasping his hands together in a feeble attempt to hide his boner. He stared expectantly at the giant TV screen in front of him. “Dude, you watch porn on this thing? Holy shit—you guys do it right.”

 

“Yup, buddy—we do it right,” I replied with a knowing smirk as I grabbed the remote. “You feeling OK, by the way?”

 

Dalton replied with a goofy grin, his body swaying back and forth as his chest and abs glistened with a fresh layer of boy-sweat. That shot of G was starting to work its magic. “Bro, I’m feeling like fuckin’ Superman,” he said, briefly unclasping his hands to show off his rock-hard cock, then covering it up again.

 

“Good, good,” I replied. “Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable? I bet you’ve never been on a California king.”

 

“No, bro—I’ve never seen a bed this fuckin’ big in my entire fuckin’ life.”

 

“Then scoot back so you’re in the middle. Then lay down and stretch out your arms. See how close you can get to touching the sides. I bet you’re not even close.”

 

“I dunno, bro. My swim coach says I’ve got a pretty good wingspan.”

 

“Then let’s see.” He hesitated, then grinned again. I grinned back. He was moving more slowly now, swirling hard on the G. I’m not even sure he noticed that Brian and Jesse had just walked into the room. “Show us that wingspan, buddy.”

 

 

He positioned himself in the middle of the mattress. As he lay back, Brian and Jesse moved to either side of him. I stayed at the foot of the bed, watching his legs open just slightly while his arms extended to each side of the giant mattress.

 

And just like that, he was finally ours.

 

The restraints went around his wrists in a matter of seconds, cinched tight so his deltoids fanned out from his torso and his back arched off the bed. He was swirling hard on the G now, so it took him a few long moments to realize that his arms were tied to each corner of the bed. By that point, Brian and I were already placing his ankles into the stirrups attached to the bedposts.

 

 

“What the fuck, dude?” Dalton said with an angry slur, his eyes glassy and dilated, his virgin fuckhole tightening in apprehension as he struggled to bring his legs together. Brian and I kneeled down to get a closer look: his ass was still mostly smooth, with just a dusting of blond fuzz circling that winking pucker. I leaned in and blew a bit of air across the surface of his hole, causing it to spasm. He whimpered.

 

“You wanna know what the fuck?” Brian replied. “You’re the fuck, that’s what. But I think you already know that.” Dalton’s body jolted once, then almost seemed to relax into a stunned silence. For a few moments he almost seemed to stop breathing. In the silence, I watched a single drop of perspiration roll off his balls and down his taint before reaching his quivering hole, covering that tiny tight sphincter in a glistening sheen of boy-sweat.

 

Jesse placed a prepared point in my hand. “It’s a small one,” he whispered. “At least to start.”

 

"What the fuck is that?" Dalton whimpered. "Is that a fucking needle? Dude. What the fuck is going on?"

 

“Listen, boy," I said with a growl, just as one of my fingers began a gentle circle around the perimeter of his twitching hole. "This whole experience will be much more pleasant if you just...surrender." He shook his head, pleading with me to stop, dude, just stop. Meanwhile, his dick grew thicker with every circle I made around that little fuckhole, and his piss-slit was already producing a thick glob of precum. I scooped up the seed leaking from his cock and, with a single finger, pushed it into his guts. His cock immediately sprayed his chest and stomach with a pulse of precum. He moaned like a good little whore, then tried to cover up the moans with growls of defiance -- until I plunged my finger back inside the warmth of his boyhole, causing him to melt into another deep, low, hungry moan.

 

"Please stop, bro," he said, his mouth falling open slightly and his eyes fluttering as I pushed a second finger into his cunt. "I'm not into this."

 

"We'll see about that," I said, my cock throbbing with anticipation as Jesse tied off Dalton's arm. I pulled my fingers out, savored the taste of his cunt on my hand, and practically drooled as I stared at the giant vein pulsing in the crook of his arm. "Now hold still, little fucker. If you keep thrashing around, you're gonna be in a world of hurt."

 

We locked eyes for a moment. He shook his head again, and I countered with an aggressive nod. His eyes welled with tears. Then Dalton exhaled, long and low, as the tension drained from his body.

 

"That's a good boy," I said. "That's a very, very good boy."

 

Something strange happened in that moment: as I said the words "good boy," a tiny, mysterious smile crossed Dalton's face. Then, just as quickly, the smile vanished back into an anxious frown. He exhaled again. It was time.

 

With a sweet little murmur of resignation, Dalton turned his attention to the sensations of his first slam: the tightness of the strap around his bicep, the sensation of my breath blowing gently across the surface of his skin, and the tiny sting of the needle sliding into the warmth and welcome of his vein.

 

 

 

Edited September 23, 2016 by rawrawraw76

[Bicycledude]

Glad to see this is continuing and getting to the interesting stuff! Hot!

[mjkuhl]

Man, Dalton is now officially yours.

[rawrawraw76]

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG

 

 

I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?”

 

“No,” he said with a quiet whimper.

 

“Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?”

 

I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides.  

 

“Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.”

 

I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.”

 

“It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.”

 

“Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers.

 

 

Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.”

 

“I want—um—“

 

“Tell me what you want, slampig.”

 

“I, um, want your fingers.”

 

“You do?”

 

“Yes. Please.”

 

“OK, but you need to do something for me first.”

 

“Tell me. Please.”

 

“Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’”

 

“Um—“

 

“Say it, faggot.”

 

“Dude. No.”

 

“No?”

 

“No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.”

 

“Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.”

 

“Dude! Please!”

 

“Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’”

 

“No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.”

 

I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?”

 

He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?”

 

“Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.”

 

Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream.

 

This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl.

 

Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt.

 

“Fuck yes,” he groaned.

 

“Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.”

 

"I'm—um—"

 

"What are you?"

 

“Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.”

 

“Good boy.”

 

“Please feed this faggot. Please.”

 

“You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?”

 

“Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.”

 

“Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’”

 

“Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.”

 

“Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

“If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?”

 

“Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ”

 

“If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.”

 

“I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.”

 

“You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

 

 

[cumcruzer69]

Damn! I'm so hard and wish someone would do this to me!!!

[cls500]

Fuck yes this is hot

[Sfmike64]

More.more.more.....rape that fucking slam pig boy

[NastyRigPig]

Awesome writing

[bigo420]

fucking amazing!

[seekingsomeaction]

Worth the wait!! Now on with the erotic retelling of their play session, and the session after that, and the one after that!!

 

THX rawrawraw76

[Guest]

Love this story and the pictures that go with it! Fuck!

[Mikeyd1111]

You own his hole now!

[u31b3w6]

Yeeesss, thats it!! Great!! Thank You

[bareall77]

Fuck yeah! Make Dalton into the cumwhore he was born to be!!

[KeineHier]

WOW! Amazing story; can't wait for the next installment.