This Is 25

[PopCultureofPorn]

Very hot!  I can't wait to hear more.

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

What an engaging story, one you have to keep coming back to read the next chapter. 

 

[NECub]

Part 8: The Initiation

Naturally, I didn't get much sleep that night. I spent the following morning doing everything I could to keep my mind off what Michael had told me. I went for a run, cooked breakfast, did laundry, had an edible, but even that didn't help. But that's because I think I had already made my decision. "Can I come over?", I texted Michael. After a few minutes he responded with a simple yes. I made the trip over there, but when I knocked at the door, a man in a nice suit opened it. "Oh sorry, I was looking for Michael." "So we didn't scare you off then", he laughed. I then realized this must be Eric, the man I saw in the sling. "Come in, he'll be home in a few minutes. We can have a cigar and some scotch". I felt rather absurd doing this since I was wearing jeans and an old flannel while he was in a suit, but I wasn't one to say no. "So is this going to be a quick visit, or are you staying for dinner. Without any warning I started blurting out all of the questions I had wanted answers to, but hadn't realize that the sub was the only one that give them to me. He looked alarmed for a second at my intensity, but then laughed and told me to sit. We spent the next hour, drinking and smoking while he answered all of them. After that time, I felt like I had known him for years.

"Well, looks like you both have become friends quick," Michael said. I jumped, I hadn't even heard him come in. "I was just about to ask Marcus what kind of wine he wanted with dinner. Michael is making filet and lobster tails. It's a monthly tradition." "Oh, I don't want to impose", I said. I could tell though they wouldn't take no for an answer. "Eric, why don't you two pick out some champagne and the wine for later while I bring the rest of the groceries up." He led me to a little closet that I hadn't noticed my other times there, which turned out to be a small wine cellar. He picked two bottles. "How about these?", he said. I was a bartender at a couple of fancy country clubs in college, the two bottles he had picked easily cost a few grand. While the champagne chilled, we continued drinking and smoking. After popping the bottle, and finishing it between the three of us they made some very strong martinis. Then the wine with dinner. By the time we had finished it was close to 8pm and I was certainly feeling tipsy. "Hey, we should probably start getting ready. Marcus, you can wear one of my old outfits", Eric said. "Outfits?" "Yes, we're going to a leather night". Once again I got the impression I wasn't given a choice.

"Go ahead and shower, there's some lube for the nozzle in the closet". I showered, making sure to thoroughly scrub myself and clean out. As I turned the water off though, I had a realization: he told me to clean out and I just did it. Without thinking, no questions. I put on my "outfit": black sneakers with blue knee high socks, a blue jockstrap and black shorts, a very nice black harness, and a blue hat. "Damn boy you look great, just need to fix a couple things", Eric said adjusting the harness. "Come on, everyone else is here". While we had been getting ready, a few other guys had shown up. One of them was the muscle daddy Michael had forced me to make out with the other night. We hung out until about 11 drinking and chatting, though I made sure to stick with water. When we arrived at the club, I saw some of my friends. One of them texted asking me for an introduction to my new "buddy's".

After about an hour of dancing I had sobered up, so went and got a drink. When I tried to pay, the bartender simply said that I was on Michael's tab. I went back to dancing with them. They pulled me into a more quiet corner. "So, have you thought about my proposal?" "I have, but I'm still not sure..." "Marcus, you are sure. You asked to come over tonight. When you were told to stay for dinner, to douche, and what to wear, you just did it", Michael said warmly. "If you want this, and we all know you do, take this and come home with us tonight", he said holding up what looked like a molly. After a couple seconds, I took it and chugged the rest of my drink with it. Eric did the same thing. Michael just smiled and kissed me more passionately than I ever could remember. Then Eric did and I felt myself melting into both of them.

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[NECub]

Part 9: The New Pig

I woke up feeling very warm and fuzzy, with a floating sensation. When I opened my eyes though, everything was black. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear anything either. I tried to move and felt myself swaying. At that moment I remembered what happened: after we kissed at the club, Michael took me into the bathroom and shoved me in the stall. There he forced me to my knees, and I saw him pull out his dick for the first time. It was about the thickness of a beer can, and as long as a bottle. Without a word, he shoved it in my mouth and pinned my head against the wall, so that the only direction I could move was farther down his cock. My jaw ached and he was hitting the back of my throat, I could feel bile rising in my throat. But he pulled out, pulled me up, and we left, ordering a car as we did. Once we were at the door to the apartment, they asked if I was ready. I said yes, but I didn't remember anything after walking in.

At that moment I felt something being pulled off my ears and I heard Michaels voice. "Good, you're up pig. You've been out for a couple hours but we had to get started. So we cleaned you out, shaved your cock, ass, chest, and armpits for you. Needed your cock smooth before it went into your new cage". I realized he was right , my cock and balls felt squeezed by metal. "This sling is going to be your new home for awhile. We have to break you down before we can build you up. So you will stay chained in it, blindfolded and no hearing. You won't see or hear what's being done to you. You're a bottom pig, and we need to make sure your pussy is the best it can be. We'll have some help too so it's going to be fun". Then I heard Eric speak: "Don't worry, you're going to be a regular pig by end of this week". End of the week!? "Don't worry about work, I've taken care of that". And with that I felt pressure back around my ears.

I forgot to mention that there was something in my mouth. At that moment it began to swell, I realized that whatever this mask was also had an inflatable gag. And then suddenly, the acrid smell of poppers filled the mask. Every couple of minutes a fresh rush would fill the mask; I could feel drool starting to run down my cheeks. I don't know how long I just laid there like that. But eventually I felt something at each of my nipples, then suction. They were sore but not painful, however the suction stopped and they remained swollen in whatever device was being used. Then I felt fingers at my hole, and something long and thin go into it, followed by a wetness. This was repeated at least six times, and I started to get very nervous about what they were going to be using (I'd seen some of the toys in that room the size of two fists). After a couple minutes, the fingers were back, prying, exploring. I thought I felt a tongue at one point. I then felt what I thought was a dildo slide into me. The poppers were working, because I could tell it was something I normally wouldn't be able to take. There must have been at least nine inches that slid in. Suddenly, it moved forward and I felt myself swinging from the momentum. It stayed for a few seconds then retreated, before again. This continued with increasing frequency, and I realized they must be using a fuck machine on me, each thrust was way too mechanical.

I don't know how long I was in that sling being used like that. Under normal circumstances I could take use like that for an hour, maybe two. But the poppers and lube were doing their work. Every now and then I got a rush of fresh air, the poppers having been removed. Occasionally the machine would stop, and the dildo removed so they could put more lube in me. After ages, the machine was removed and not replaced. My hole felt ruined, I could feel air rushing into it. Suddenly though, it was replaced with what felt like a large butt plug. There wasn't much resistance, it went in and my sphincter gripped it like my life depended on it. I then felt a painful pinch in my arm that lingered, and started to panic. "Stop struggling, you'll pull the IV out and blood is one of two things I won't tolerate. You need to hydrate and get some nutrients, so Sean is giving you a banana bag." Who the fuck was Sean? After a couple hours, I felt the needle removed. I then spent what felt like hours having all sorts of things put in my hole. Fingers, toys, real cocks. The minute one thing was removed another replaced it. I suddenly heard Michael proclaiming "Only two days in, but you've got a nice pussy forming pig". I had been in that sling for two days!?

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[negchaserlooking]

Fuuuck

[shinelover]

Fuck, sounds like a wet dream to me! Where do I sign up?

[Rancor4]

This story is wonderful!  Thank you, NECub, for crafting it so well and sharing it with us!

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

Awesome story.

[Guest NottsCollaredBoi]

Damn, I want that to be me 🤤 

[NECub]

Part 10: The New Life

After the second day, all sense of self stopped existing. I had no doubt that I would spend a full week in that sling being used for whatever. At times I was conscious, but even then I was in a poppers induced haze, barely aware of what was happening. At some point though, when I was conscious, I began savoring every minute of what was happening to my body. Even though my nipples probably looked like a cows udder from all the suction now, and my hole would never close again probably, I loved every second of it, knowing that Michael and Eric were helping me to become what I'd always dreamt of. At one point, I felt the blinders removed and was blinded by light. I lifted my head up, and saw three or four other men in the room with me, but couldn't make out who they were, since they were wearing hoods too. I also thought I saw several men on the other side of the glass partition in Michael's room, watching them use me while engaged in all sorts of sexual acts. The hood was removed and I lost consciousness again.

I woke up in a warm bed naked except for the cock cage. I felt showered and smelled like I hadn't just spent days being used as a sex toy. I sat up and could tell from the sun that it was late afternoon. I took a robe from Michaels closet and looked in the mirror. My nipples weren't as bad as I thought they would be, but still I could tell that they would be swollen and meaty from now on. I had lost weight too, I guess that's what happens when you survive off IV fluids for days. I turned around and inspected my hole, it was red and I could tell it was loose but wasn't gaping. There was some residual lube on it, I slid 4 fingers in like butter. Eric was in the kitchen and when he saw me gave me a big smile before sticking his tongue down my throat. "That was amazing. You did great! Sit down and I'll make you some eggs. We need to ease you back on food after five days of just banana bags." I ate the toast and protein shake he had put in front of me. "What day is it?" "Friday, just a little past noon. Michael had to go into the office. They had a pretty big meeting to discuss this whole coronavirus thing". Friday. That meant it was the end of February. "I gotta hand it to you, you did really well. I wasn't even that popular when Michael was getting me started.  There were several guys watching you each night, and I don't know how many on the live stream yet. Damn, at one point Peter had both his forearms in your hole". "There were cameras in there?", I said alarmed. "Yea, but don't worry, none of the stuff that went up had your face." At that moment Michael came through the door, and gave me a long kiss. 

We talked for a little while. He informed me that they were going to start moving employees who could work remotely to their homes to limit exposure at the office. "I'll make sure your stuff is set up here by Monday." "Here?" "Yes Marcus. You said you wanted to do this. That includes living here with us. Well until Eric finds his own place, but given how things are going that could be awhile. Don't worry about your lease, I've paid that landlord the rest of what you owe him for the rest of the year. But now that you've taken your first steps, I want to hold up my end of this. So what is it that you want to be?"

We spent the weekend all over the place. First thing he did that afternoon was take me to his gym to add me to his account and get me a trainer (though after the country shut down we would stick to using the gym for residents of the apartment). We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for clothes and got me a haircut. He also gave me a credit card to put "whatever you need or want on, within reason". That night we all went to dinner and after a nap, went to a club where they both fucked me in the bathroom. The following day he took me to his tattoo artist. By the afternoon, I had two black studs in each ear, piercings through my now meaty nipples, and a few small pieces of ink, with the beginnings of a large one on my left bicep. We went to another club that night, only this time Michael and Eric let some of their friends fuck me: Bathroom, behind the bar. I met Sean, the doctor friend that had made sure I got the IV's before he stuck his dick in me, and in the bathroom stall after meeting Peter, had one of his bear paw hands in my ass. 

The following week was fairly uneventful. I worked from my new home office, went to the gym to see my trainer twice a day, and learned more about Michael and Eric. Some nights all three of us slept together, others it was just two of us, but it was always one of them with me. After two weeks, things had started to get really bad in the state from the coronavirus, and before long everything was shut down. I figured the lockdown was the perfect time to tell them another decision I'd made. After dinner one night, as we sat watching a movie, I paused it and said the one thing I'd known that I wanted more than anything at that point: "I want to be like you guys. Really like you. I want to be poz".

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[Fistcumslut]

I dunno... the story is intriguing, hot and well written but what’s wrote in this last chapter it’s not my cup of tea... probably the best session of a life without memories? If those has happened to me I’ld feel defrauded... 

2 hours ago, NECub said:

Damn, at one point Peter had both his forearms in your hole

and I don’t remember it!?

I know some guy have the fantasy about having sex while knocked out but.. Nah! That’s simply not for me.

I have god memories of all the steps of my slutty progression... a real chest full of cherries... my firsts: cock, double penetration, Fist 👊🏻 , double Fist, foot 🦶🏼... and more others interesting combinations and tricks and I’m proud of all of them for all the efforts done to achieve them.

I hope that, in the next chapters, he could have some flashbacks of this session.

P.S. About the real life don’t try extreme sex with a knocked out guy.

[NECub]

Part 11: The Charge Up

Needless to say, both Michael and Eric were surprised by my declaration. Eric had asked Michael to poz him after six months together, for me it was only one. After a lengthy and serious discussion, they acquiesced. However it would take time. First, I had to go off PreP. And they had to go off their meds. They promised they had other things that would get the job done, but I wanted it to be them. So a plan was set in motion: for the next couple of months, they wouldn't fuck me. Only toys and their friends. By the time that June rolled around, things had begun to return to normal. Bars and restaurants had started to open back up. People still wore masks, but it felt like summer and some form of normalcy was returning. It was decided that they would do it during Boston Pride. That way they could test me afterwards, and having been informed that we would be spending Bear Week in Provincetown at Eric's cottage, they figured if I didn't have antigen tests come back by then they would arrange a party for me.

We spent Pride doing normal things. Of course there was no parade or official events, but the city was still alive with men. Friday night we went to our favorite club, got tipsy. The following day I made sure I looked great. I had gotten some more tattoos, and had packed on a lot of muscle in only a few months (thought the steroids that Michael decided to put me on given and my trainer still coming twice a day as long as he got paid and fucked me helped). After dinner, we went to another club. Eric brought me a drink.  I kissed him patiently before downing the shot. Just as we had planned, he put something in there. I had told them I didn't want to know when it would start, and quickly lost my bearings. A couple hours later I woke up in the sling that had become as much a part of me as the tattoos.

They both stood there in harnesses, wearing leather pants with no crotch, their massive dicks engorged by Viagra and cock rings. The glass wall was clear, I could see Peter some of their other friends I had come to know standing on the other side naked with giant erections. I laid there naked except my cock cage. I saw movement and realized Sean was there, he pulled a clear surgical mouthpiece over my face and told me to breath deep. It wasn't poppers this time though: laughing gas. He repeated this a couple times until I was just a rag doll in that sling. Michael leaned forward and started kissing me (well he kissed me, I couldn't function from the anesthetic). Eric took a needle from a table, then Michael moved and took one too. "These needles have our blood from the last time we were off med". In the same motion, they both injected me with them in different arms at the same time. By that point I was just laying there numb to the world but loving every minute of what they were doing to help me reach my final goal. 

Michael moved back between my legs, and picked up a large syringe. "This is filled with my cum from the last time I was off meds", he said emptying it into my hole. Without a word, he shoved his mammoth sized dick into me. The months of practice with my pussy and the laughing gas made sure it went in with no trouble. He must have fucked me for half an hour, sweat dripping on me, spitting in my mouth and torturing my nipples. "Here it comes you stupid cunt! You're getting it. My babies are gonna knock you up and then you'll be mine forever". Despite my state of mind, I think i could actually feel him pulsing in me and adding his load to the one he had pumped into me. Eric took his place, and forced another syringe of cum into me, before shoving his own meaty 7in pierced cock in me. "I love you, you fucking faggot. We both do. But you're still nothing but a pig with a gaping pussy, soon to be toxic." He yelled as he added his load into my pussy. 

I felt something prick my arm. Sean was injecting me with something. "Now for the real fun", he muttered. I spent the next few hours constantly having poz cum pumped into my hole from syringes. I don't know where it all could have come from. Occasionally they would fuck me to add another load directly themselves. I kept expecting the men on the other side of the glass to join in, or for Sean to at least, but they never did. I took at least 6 more blood slams, two of which were injected into my cock. While this was more intense than anything I expected, I never cried out once. This was what I wanted. Eventually the party was over. After shoving a large butt plug in me, Michael and Eric showered me. Sean made sure my injection sites were bandaged and the swelling was going down. They put me into bed, and I fell asleep with Michael behind me massaging my nipples, and Eric in front fondling my balls.

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[NECub]

19 minutes ago, Fistcumslut said:

I dunno... the story is intriguing, hot and well written but what’s wrote in this last chapter it’s not my cup of tea... probably the best session of a life without memories? If those has happened to me I’ld feel defrauded... 

and I don’t remember it!?

I know some guy have the fantasy about having sex while knocked out but.. Nah! That’s simply not for me.

I have god memories of all the steps of my slutty progression... a real chest full of cherries... my firsts: cock, double penetration, Fist 👊🏻 , double Fist, foot 🦶🏼... and more others interesting combinations and tricks and I’m proud of all of them for all the efforts done to achieve them.

I hope that, in the next chapters, he could have some flashbacks of this session.

P.S. About the real life don’t try extreme sex with a knocked out guy.

Again, this is fiction. The premise (age, location, early events) had some truth. Appreciate the feedback, this is my first time writing anything like this. If it isn't your style, then you probably won't like the last couple entries. I'm trying to move things forward, not focus retroactively. 

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

Nothing but praise from me @NECub this is a brilliant work of fiction. It aligns with what a younger me would have liked to have happened. Keep up the good work.

[Bttm2go]

Wow, really enjoying it.