Cucked

[newboy1689]

1.

 

I sat frozen staring at my phone as the pictures came in one after the other. I was in shock. When I’d seen the notification my boyfriend had texted me I never in a million years would have said these would be the photos he’d sent. I looked at the first image again incredulously.

 

My cute usually innocent seeming boyfriend was kneeling on the floor, completely naked, a huge grin on his face and a massive cock resting on his chin, a string of spit connecting its tip to his lips. Then the message “I’m sorry to tell you like this babe, but Sir said it was the only way,” came through. I blinked at the message unseeingly. Sir? Who the hell was that? What the hell was he doing sucking someone else’s cock? We didn’t have an open relationship. “Sir said that if I didn’t show you what a slut for his cock I am that he wouldn’t breed me.” What on earth was he talking about? Breed him? We only fucked with condoms and now some man was going to breed him.

 

Then the first video came. It was shot from in front of my boyfriend’s face. He was laying on his chest, his face turned up into the camera, his eyes locked on the lens. Behind him a big hulking man, his face out of frame, lined up his raw cock with my boyfriend’s upturned ass. I couldn’t see it sink into his hole but I could tell what was happening by the look of pleasure on my boyfriend’s face. A smile broke across his face, his eyes closed for a moment, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so fucking thick Sir. That feels so good! Please breed me Sir!” “That’s right boy, my big raw cock feels better than you boyfriends little wrapped dick doesn’t it,” asked the furry monster forcing his dick into my boyfriend’s hole. “Yes Sir! Yours is so much better.” The video ended.

 

A few moments later another text came through. “I’m sorry babe. I know this must hurt, but I need it. I need Sir’s cock and this was the only way he would breed me.”

 

I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there with my phone in my hand. Then after a long moment, I watched the video again…and again… and again. Around the fourth time through I noticed my cock was hard and wet spot was starting to form in my shorts. I was turned on by the idea of my boyfriend getting bred raw. But more than that I was turned on seeing the big hairy beast of a man pumping behind him and hearing his rough voice. I’d always considered myself more of a top but seeing the look of bliss that overtook my boyfriend’s face and the man slid inside him I found myself wondering what it would be like to take him myself. I watched the man’s wide shoulder settle into place as he pushed his cock inside my boyfriend, his hairy pecs rise and fall with each thrust, his nipples pert and pink standing out from the dark hair swirling around them.

 

After silence from my boyfriend for almost thirty minutes another video came in. The camera now held by the man my boyfriend was calling Sir, it showed my boyfriend on his back with his legs held apart, his cock soft but leaking precum onto his stomach and a wide fat throbbing raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. The man slammed into my boyfriend over and over making him moan and shriek. “Breed me Sir! Please! I need it! I need to feel you cum inside me again! Its all I can think about.” “Yeah, you liked it when I bred you and sent you back to your boyfriend all those times didn’t you? You liked making a cuck out of him didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir! It was so hot knowing your load was inside me and he had no idea!” “How do you feel now he knows, now that he’s seen was a horny cumdump you are?” “I feel so good! Now I can be your cumdump all the time!” “Good boy, look in the camera and tell your boyfriend what you are.” The camera panned up from my boyfriend’s hole to his face. He was sweaty and slack jawed, his eyes even seemed slightly out of focused. He was lost in a horny haze when he looked into the camera and said, “I’m Sir’s faggot cumdump. My hole belongs to him. I belong to him. I’m his boy. I need his loads.” “Good boy, now take your reward.” The camera moved quickly back down as the man let out a roar and his cock pulsed several times before he rammed fully inside my boyfriend’s hole. “Breed my cunt,” my boyfriend shouted. He’d never called his hole a cunt before, I was shocked and even more turned on. “This hole is mine now,” the man growled and the video ended.

 

For a moment I just sat there, my underwear completely soaked through with precum. Then I noticed another text from my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry babe. I’m sorry that you’re finding out like this, but I had to. I’m sorry but it’s over. I’m Sir’s now.”

 

I didn’t know how to respond. I just restarted the video and watched partly out of anger and shock, partly out of jealously that this man was breeding my boyfriend (well, I guess now ex-boyfriend), and partly out of jealously of how good it must feel to be fucked by that monster.

 

After probably ten more minutes another text came. This time it was from a number I didn’t know. “He’s mine now faggot,” read the text, which was quickly followed by a picture of my now ex. He was standing completely naked with his hands behind his back. His head had been shaved down to a fine stubble, and around his neck hung a thick metal chain with a big silver lock resting on his chest. The shaved head was so shocking that I didn’t notice for a moment the black plastic cage that now trapped his cock. In ten minutes by ex had gone from a cute vanilla seeming college senior to a full on owned sub sex pig. It was hot!

[newboy1689]

2.

 

It took me a long time to respond to my ex. It wasn’t until later that night that I texted him back saying. “Thank you for telling me.” I honestly didn’t know what to say. It was obvious there was no going back, not that I wanted to. His giving himself over to Sir had not only changed him. I’d jerked off for the rest of the afternoon watching the two videos and rereading the messages. It was so hot seeing him used like that, hearing him beg for Sir’s load, and then lastly the picture of him transformed into Sir’s pig. I couldn’t get enough of it.

 

It was after eleven that night when I got another message for Sir. My hands were shaking as I opened it. “Your ex is going to make an excellent sex toy,” it said under a picture taken from above of my ex on all fours, the thick chain visible around his neck, being spit roasted with not a condom in sight.

 

For a moment I just sat looking at the photo, and then I typed back. “I’m glad he’s serving you well.” I don’t know why I did it. I was conflicted, this man had ended a two-year relationship, I had though I loved my ex… but at the same time seeing him turned into a sex object and used was so hot. After another beat I added, “How did this happen? When did you start fucking him?”

 

“You want the story of how I turned your condoms only monogamous boyfriend into a cum hungry sub pig?”

 

I paused again… I did? “Yes,” I sent back impulsively.

 

“Yes what?”

 

I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, but then it clicked, “Yes Sir.”

 

“Good boy.” I felt an odd thrill go through me even just reading the words. I could hear his voice as he called my ex boy and it was intoxicating. “I found your ex at the gym, almost two months ago. He couldn’t take his eyes off me in the locker room. After a week of his staring I went up to him and asked if he liked what he saw. He was so nervous he could barely speak, but he followed me back to my place and took his first load from me. He kept saying ‘I’ve never done this I don’t know if I should,’ till I got my fat cock in his tight cunt raw and then it was ‘breed me Sir, give me my first load.’ And after that he was hooked, he’s been begging me for my loads ever since.”

 

“Wow… I had no idea.” I really hadn’t. I’d noticed that he had been going to the gym more, but he was also showing results. I had never guessed all his working out was a cover to meet an older man and get fucked without a condom.

 

“Oh yes. He’s taken my load at least twice a week for the last two months. He’s gone on dates with you with my load deep in his guts. And every time he did he became more and more my boy. Each load he took made him more desperate for the next, till he was begging to be mine. I told him the only way to be my boy was to give over completely and tell you the truth of who he is. He’s a faggot cumdump and he belongs to me.”

 

“Wow…” I stopped for a moment unsure how to respond. “That’s so hot,” I finally typed out and then hit send before I chickened out.

 

“You liked watching me turn your boyfriend into a bottom slut didn’t you boy?”

 

“Well…”

 

“Answer me boy.”

 

“Yes. Yes Sir.”

 

“Good boy. If only you’d figured out what a sub your ex was he could have been on his knees servicing you right now but instead…” He sent another picture. This time it showed my ex on his knees with Sir’s cock halfway down his throat while another hairy man fucked him.

 

“Fuck…how many other guys are there Sir?”

 

“That’s my friend Pete, he’s the last one of the night, but your ex now has an even dozen loads up his hole. I through him a little gang bang party to celebrate giving himself over to being a pig. It was one of his fantasies.”

 

“I wish I’d known… that’s so hot.”

 

‘You wish you’d gotten to be one of the tops and breed his sloppy hole?”

 

“Yeah!” I responded quickly, but right as I did another text appeared from Sir, “Or do you wish you’d been the one getting bred by a room full of tops.”

 

I stopped… it was unclear if I’d been responding to wanting to be a top at my ex’s gangbang or if I’d wanted to be the one getting used.

 

“Well which is it boy?”

 

My fingers froze, presented with the question I actually wasn’t clear. I’d been the top the entire time with my ex but… the thought of a room full of men like Sir… the only place I could see myself in that room was on all fours servicing them. After a minute I typed out my response, “I wish I’d been the one getting fucked.”

 

“Your ex didn’t just get fucked boy… he got bred by eight different guys and ended up with twelve loads in his sloppy cunt. Is that what you want boy?”

 

Was that what I wanted? I rubbed my hand across my straining briefs and felt how hard my cock was at the thought. It was pretty obvious I was at least turned on by the idea.

 

“You want your hole to end up looking like this?” Sir texted, and sent a picture of my ex’s upturned ass. His cheeks were spread showing his wet sloppy hole. The hair across his cheeks was matted down, and a little dribble of cum was leaking from his puffy lips. I’d never seen his ass look like that though I’d eaten it every time before I fucked it. Normally his hole was tight and pink, a little pert sphincter, but now it was red and swollen, and dripping.

 

My fingers moved before I could have a single conscious thought about what I was doing. “Yes, Sir. I want to be bred by a room full of men and made into a sloppy mess.”

 

“No wonder it didn’t work out between you two,” Sir responded, “Two cumdumps in a relationship never works.”
 

“I don’t know if I’m really a cumdump.”

 

“Hahaha. Of course you are. You’ve just been denying it. I bet you’ve been watching those videos of your ex taking my cock all afternoon. I bet it made you cum harder than you’ve ever cum and you were still horny. I bet you’re looking at that picture of his worn out hole right now wishing it was you in his place.”

 

“I don’t know…”

 

“Yes you do. Meet me tomorrow,” he sent his address, “at 2pm. I’ll show you what a cumdump you really are.”

 

I dropped my phone suddenly terrified but incredibly turned on.

 

“It’s ok boy,” Sir texted, “I know you’re nervous. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 

I just lay there on my bed staring at the ceiling for a long time. I didn’t know what to do. My heart was in my chest, but my cock was hard as a rock. After a while I couldn’t help myself I went back and started looking at the pictures again. I watched my ex boyfriend’s face as Sir slid deep inside him. I watched him confess into the camera that he was a cumdump, that he belonged to Sir. I looked at the picture of him getting spit roasted, of him sucking on Sir’s fat cock, and lastly of his well-used hole. Finally an hour after Sir had told me to come to his house the next day I responded, “Yes, Sir. I’ll be there.”

 

Almost instantly he replied, “Good boy.”

[plisken]

cant wait to hear how he's being used

[onlyraw]

Hot …. Looking forward to the next chapter

is our “top” going to end up naked on his knees next to his ex 

also buzzed down, collared, and caged begging to be used?

[newboy1689]

3.

 

“What the fuck am I doing,” I said out loud standing in front of my bedroom mirror. It was 1 in the afternoon, I had half an hour before I needed to leave for Sir’s place…if I was going to leave for Sir’s place. I’d gone back and forth with myself for several restless hours during the night and the whole morning. Now I stood, pretending I was unsure of what I was going to do, in just a jockstrap in front of my mirror. I’d never really been one for jockstraps. My ex and I had bought them because we’d thought they might be sexy but it hadn’t done much for us. Or at least that’s what we had told each other. Wearing it now felt right. The thin white pouch clung to my constantly hard dick forming what I thought was a somewhat impressive mound. The thick waistband accentuated my athletic frame, my dense treasure trail leading down from my bellybutton and diving beneath it. I turned to look at my ass and appreciated how the straps held my thick lightly furry cheeks up. I looked hot. I felt hot. I felt like… one of the bottoms I saw in porn.

 

I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, slipped into a pair of Converse, and left for Sir’s house. He lived just on the other side of campus, and only a few blocks from the gym where he’d met my ex. I found his house easily enough and then stopped across the street looking at the perfectly ordinary suburban house. This moment felt somehow monuments, like this was my last moment to go back. If I crossed that street, walked up the tidy front path and knocked on his door I was sealing my fate. If I made it that far I was committed, though I wasn’t really sure to what. To getting fucked by Sir, a man who’s face I had never seen, a fact I had only really thought about on my walk, or to getting fucked by a room full of men… what did he have planned for me. In the end both possibilities made my dick throb in my jock.

 

At precisely 2pm, I took a deep breath, crossed the street and walked as confidently as I could up to Sir’s front door.

 

I had almost expected that my ex was going to open the door, naked, collared and caged; but instead HE opened the door. Towering above me was a massive hulk of a man. He had a square rugged face, with dark twinkling eyes, and a thin handsome mouth. A short tough looking beard covered his strong chin. His hair was cut short, though slightly longer on the top and flecked with gray through giving him a distinguished look and an innate air of authority. He wore a white tank top the showed off his broad shoulders and revealed the thick sprawling mass of hair that covered his round firm looking pecs. My eyes traveled down to his shorts and stout tree trunk legs. His shorts were small, fatigue green, and left little to the imagination. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pointing off to his left.

 

“I saw you across the street, there was a moment when I thought you might just make a run for it… but no… you want this too bad don’t you.” He grabbed his crotch and shook his cock. My mouth went dry and all I could do was nod. “I can’t hear you boy.”

 

“Yes… yes Sir.” I stammered.

 

“Good. Come inside.” He stepped back making space for me to enter. I don’t know if I’d thought I was going to walk right into a sex dungeon or what exactly but I didn’t expect Sir’s house to be so normal. The front room was smartly decorated with a hit of retro that fit the house’s Midcentury vibes. As I looked around more thought I noticed that almost every photo, painting, or piece of art was of men in various stages of undress and often in provocative positions. “Take your shoes off and follow me,” Sir said, and started off up a staircase.

 

I followed him to the second floor and down the hall where he opened a door to a spacious bedroom. “Here’s what’s going to happen boy,” he said turning to face me. “I’m going to give you the exact same treatment I gave you ex. I want you to see how I turned him from your loving boyfriend into my horny little cumdump, and if all goes well for you, you’ll end up right next to him downstairs in the play room begging for loads from me and all my horny friends.”

 

“But he didn’t know that’s what you were doing… did he?”

 

“Not in as much detail as you,” he took a step towards me closing the gap between us, “but I was honest with him. I told him,” as he got closer to me he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper, “that once he’d had a real man’s raw cock inside him your condom covered dick was never going to be enough. I warned him that raw cock was addictive and once he had that first load inside him he’d want more. I told him… that, if I was right about him, once I’d bred him he’d be mine… and I was right.” He was right in front of me now, his mouth inches from mine, his eyes boring into me. “After he took that first load he couldn’t get enough. He was begging me to fuck him again later that day. He didn’t even feel guilty about cheating on you once he felt my hot load inside his hole. Two days later I had him on his back in this very bed desperate for another load.” His hands came to rest on my sides and I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body.

 

“The next week it wasn’t just my loads he was after he wanted me stretch out his hole help him take cock better.” He started to pull my shirt off over my head. I was putty in his hands. “He wanted me to ruin him. Then it was only two more weeks before that wasn’t enough. He didn’t just want a nice open fuck hole, he wanted me to turn his hole into a cunt. He wanted to have a wrecked cumdump hole.” He dropped my shirt on the ground and started to undo my pants. My heart was pounding so hard I was certain I was shaking. “Then it wasn’t enough to be horny bottom, he wanted me to become a proper sub pig. He wanted to be owned. I made him beg for two weeks, each time getting more and more of his fantasies out of him.” My pants fell around my ankles and I stood there in nothing but my jockstrap hard as a rock. “That’s when he told me he wanted to be gangbanged, to be bred over and over again. That he wanted to be made into nothing but a sex toy, a hole to be used. He told me about how he wanted his hole stretched and trained, to be gaped and fisted. That he wanted to be the ultimate pig.”

 

He grabbed the back of my head and held my face close to his. “But all that started with this,” and he pulled me into a kiss. His tongue pushed roughly into my mouth, forcing my lips apart. I moaned into his mouth and melted into the kiss. I pressed myself against his body. One of his hands kept a firm pressure on the back of my head holding me in the kiss and the other pressed into the small of my back. It was so intimate and yet so forceful. I felt trapped but not from anything I’d ever want to escape. I wrapped my arms around his neck holding myself tight to him.

 

Eventually he broke the kiss and smiled at me, a low growl coming from deep in his throat, “Good boy.” He stepped back and pulled his own shirt off and then walked towards the bed. Just before sitting down he shoved his shorts to the ground and kicked them off. When he turned back around perched on the edge of the bed he was completely naked, his beautiful meaty cock pointing straight upright.

 

I stared at it unable to look away. It was even more impressive in person. It was darker than most of his skin, with several thick veins twisting across its taught surface. Hanging below were two pengulus balls, that somehow just looked like they produced massive amounts of cum. Then surrounding it all was a wide dense thicket of pubes the likes of which I had never seen. I was by no means smooth, but this… this was a man’s bush.

 

“Are you just going to look or are you going to get on your knees and suck my cock boy.”

 

I blinked like I was coming out of a trance and said, “Yes Sir!” before kicking my pants off and practically running over to him. I feel to my knees between his legs and reached out shaking hand. His cock felt hot in my hand and impossibly hard. I looked at it a moment longer, taking in the wide shaft, the blunt precum slicked head, and then opened my mouth and started trying to swallow its monstrous length. 

 

“Good, good boy. Get my cock nice and wet. Slobber all over it,” he said as I worked my way down his shaft. “That’s it, take that cock,” he put one hand on the back of my head and pushed down a little. I struggled not to choke but was determined to impress him. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted to make him feel good. But there was something else, and I didn’t realize it till his hand was on the back of my head and I was struggling for breath but still gobbling down his cock… I wanted to show him I was a better boy than my ex.

 

I was so lost in the revelation of my competitive urges that I didn’t notice how much of his cock had gone down my throat till my nose hit his pubes. Feeling the hair on my face my eyes flew open and I suddenly gasped. Except I couldn’t gasp because my throat was full of hard pulsing dick.

 

Sir chuckled, and let up the pressure. I pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, my eyes watering a little and thick spit coving my mouth and dripping down my chin. “Good boy, you lost yourself for a minute there and really started to deep throat me. Getting my cock down your throat takes practice. It took your ex two weeks to get that far.” I smiled to myself at that. “Oh you like hearing that don’t you? Are you feeling a little competitive?”

 

“Maybe Sir.”

 

“Like you’ve got a little something to prove?”

 

“I guess so Sir.”

 

“That’s alright, its probably only natural in your… unusual circumstances. Now come on, get my cock down your throat again. Show me how badly you want it in your hole.”

 

I dove forward, even more determined to impress Sir than before. I managed to get about two thirds of the way down his shaft this time before he had to add pressure to help me. I started breathing through my nose, taking big breaths when I pulled back, and letting it out as I gobbled him up.

 

“Good boy, work my cock. It feels good to service me doesn’t it. It feels good to choke on my cock. You can take a little more.” He pressed on the back of my head and the rest of his cock slid down my throat. I gulped one last big breath of air, and shoved my nose in his pubes. I swallowed and gagged, working my tongue around his thick shafts. My jaw hurt. My mouth felt stretched to breaking. For a moment I felt like I was going to pass out and then he pulled me back, his cock falling from my gaping mouth, and I gasped for air.

 

“I knew you could do it. Good boy.” He pulled me up by my armpits and dragged me into another kiss. His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. His tongue invaded my mouth. I kissed him back, throwing my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His hands traveled down my body till they were cradling my ass. Slowly his fingers inched along pulling at my cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he slowly pried my cheeks apart, his fingers getting closer and closer to my hole.

 

When the first digit pressed against my tight nearly virgin hole I moaned into his mouth. My ex had fucked me a few times, always safe, outside of that I had been fucked maybe five times in my whole life and always by fairly average or small cocks. I had no idea how Sir’s massive cock was going to fit in my hole but I knew I wanted it to.

 

“Good, good,” he cooed as his finger pressed against my hole. “Make that tight little hole wink for me. It won’t be tight for much longer.”

 

“Fuck Sir!”

 

“You want my load don’t you boy? You want me to breed you?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Yes Sir what?”

 

“I want you to breed me! I want you to give me my first load!”

 

“Just like your ex boyfriend, I rubbed his little pink hole for two seconds and he was begging me to shoot my load inside him.” He brought one of his fingers up to my mouth and pressed it past my lips. “Get my finger wet boy,” he commanded. I did as he said and slobbered all over his thick finger. The he took it back and started rubbing my own spit onto my hole. He pressed the tip of his finger against my tight ring, pushing another moan out of me.

 

Suddenly he pulled me up, tossing me onto the bed so I landed on my chest with my ass in the air, he got behind me and smacked me on the ass. I let out a yep and was about to say something else when I felt his stubble on my ass cheeks and his tongue flicked across my hole. All words left me when I felt the warm wetness of his tongue. I moaned and pushed my ass back instinctively. I understood how my ex had been corrupted so easily. This man, he gave off this aura that made you want to serve him. It seemed to override your own thoughts and desires and tap into something instinctual and primal. He brought something out in you that you’d never known was there. I’d felt it even just in his messages, but now that I was in his presence… in his grasp… it was even more powerful. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, burying my face into the bedsheets. He held onto my hips, keeping me in place as I writhed with pleasure. Back and forth his tongue flicked, dancing across my hole, smearing spit all over my ass. I knew he was priming me for his cock and that made it even hotter.

 

“It feels good to submit to me doesn’t it boy?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Good boy, this isn’t just about my pleasure. You need to enjoy it too. Its you giving into the pleasure that will make you mine, that will lead you down the path to being a cumdump. Let go, and let it feel good.”

 

“Oh fuck, yes Sir! It feels so good!”

 

“I want you to take a deep breath boy, hold it, count to ten and then let it out very, very slowly; and as you do, imagine every muscle in your body letting go and going limp. Can you do that?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Good boy. Deep breath in…” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and held it and then after ten seconds let it out very slowly. I imagined a wave washing over me and as it hit each part of my body it relaxed, all of the tension went away. When the wave reached my ass I imagined my cheeks becoming soft and my hole becoming slack. Sir sensed his moment and pressed his tongue against my hole again. This time he wasn’t just licking around my hole but pushing into me. As the wave continued over me my hole opened for him and his tongue slipped inside. I moaned into the bed. Sir growled his appreciation as he began to make out with my hole. I was putty in his hands. My body stayed relaxed, as if it had no other choice. Sir’s tongue invaded my ass and worked me open. He slathered spit all over me, working it inside of me preparing me to be opened wider that I had ever thought possible.

 

He pulled his tongue back, and I heard him spit. I felt his finger again, carrying a thick wad of spit. He rubbed it on my hole and then worked the tip of his finger past my tight ring.
 

“Same thing again boy, deep breath, hold it for ten and let it out slowly.”

 

Compulsively, I followed his instructions. Breath in, count to ten, breath out and imagine the wave. This time when Sir sensed his moment he pushed forward not with his tongue but his finger. It was easier than I could have dreamed. My hole bloomed open for him and his finger slid easily inside.

 

“Holy shit!” I screamed.

 

“Good boy, good boy,” he said patting my ass with his other hand, “You’re doing so well, you’re going to make Sir so happy. That’s just one finger boy, imagined how good my fat cock is going to feel inside you. You’ll be moaning like a whore.”

 

“Fuck Sir! I want it so bad.”

 

“Want what boy? I cant give you what you don’t ask for.”

 

“Your cock Sir! I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me! I want your load.”

 

“Good boy.” He started twisting his finger around and around, siding it in and out of my hole. I groaned each time he moved it. He spat on my hole against and I felt another finger press into me. I imagined the wave once more and felt my hole spread to allow as a second finger inside.

 

He worked my hole with two fingers for a few minutes and then dropped another wad of spit onto my slicked ass and began to work a third finger into me. He spread and twisted his fingers pulling at my ring. Little by little he opened me, making sure my hole was used to being spread wide. I just lay there, ass up, pushing back against his fingers, and took it. There wasn’t a drop of resistance in my mind as he stretched my hole wider than it had ever been stretched.

 

I had never imagined myself a bottom, let alone a sub bottom. In all of my fantasies and porn watching being stretched open by a burly dominant man with a massive dick had never come up. Yet now that I was in Sir’s presence it was all I could think about and it seemed the most natural thing in the world. I couldn’t imagine not giving in to him.

[newboy1689]

4.

 

With a squelching sound my hole was suddenly empty. Sir pulled his fingers out and spat into my open hole. I whimpered.

 

“Please… keep going. That felt so good!”

 

“Don’t worry boy, this is going to feel even better. Flip over” Sir said. I flipped onto my back, and the big beast of a man bent over me. Then I felt something warm and hard touch my hole. At long last his cock head was resting against my slowly opening ass. He dropped another big wad of spit only his shaft and smeared it around before saying, “Alright boy… take a deep breath, close your eyes and count to ten. Then let it out very slowly. Focus on relaxing. Ready… deep breath.”

 

I closed my eyes, filled my lungs and counted. One, two, three… At ten I released my lungs and let the air out through my nose. I imagined the wave again. This time even larger than before. I imagined it washing all of the tension out of my body leaving me loose and compliant. I imagined my hole winking open and drawing Sir’s cock inside. I imagined my body swallowing him up, becoming the perfect sleeve for his cock. I imagined myself transformed into his perfect hole. I saw myself changed, my head shaved, my cock locked away, a thick chain locked around my neck. I saw myself remade like my ex had been. I saw myself taking Sir’s fat cock with ease whenever he wanted. I lost myself in my imagination and didn’t notice that Sir had slid his fat cock head inside my hole.

 

“Good boy, that’s it. I’m inside you now. Your first raw cock is inside your hole.”

 

“Fuck Sir. It feels so good!” I opened my eyes and looked up into Sir’s handsome face.

 

“I know it does boy. You’re doing so well. You’ve given in. You’ve got a thick raw cock siding into your tight little hole. How does that make you feel?”

 

“It makes me feel good Sir! It makes me horny! I want more. Please… go deeper Sir.”

 

“Good boy. You know that once I’m all the way inside of you there’s no going back. I will breed you. Is that what you want?”

 

“Yes Sir! I want you to breed me!”

 

He started to push his cock into me very slowly. “And you know that once I breed you you’ll never be the same. You’ll never be the cocky college top you thought you were again.”

 

“I know Sir!”

 

“And you still want my raw cock?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“You know that once you feel me shoot inside you you’ll be hooked. Getting bred is addictive to boys like you. Once they start they feel a real man’s load in their hole they cant get enough. You’ll never be able to get enough.” Between his words, the low tambour of his voice, and the feeling of his cock sliding steadily deeper into me the effect was almost hypnotic. “You’ll be begging me for more. You’ll crave it in your sole. It won’t just be a want, but a need. And knowing all that you still want me to fuck you?”

 

I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Yes. Yes Sir. Use my hole.”

 

“As you wish boy,” and he slammed the rest of his cock into me. I yelled, my eyes rolling back. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body. White light exploded before my eyes. I was lost for a moment, unable to comprehend the pleasure that came for a man’s rock-hard cock penetrating me to the hilt. I moaned stupidly, my jaw slack, as Sir ground his cock into me before pulling back. He slipped back till only the fat tip of his cock was inside me and then pressed in again.

 

He built up speed and force till his balls started slapping against me. Sweat sprung up on my chest, and the smell of musk and sex started to swirl around me. The entire experience was intoxicating. I was both conscious of every little sensation and completely removed from my body. It was like something within me was being rewritten. Sir had been right, this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before and it was extraordinary. This was better than any sexual experience I’d ever had. Part of it was giving into Sir and the exaltation that came with that release, but part of it was just the pure physical pleasure that a raw cock inside my hole gave me. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock in a way I’d never felt being fucked with a condom on. All thought of my being a top was being erased bit by bit as he pumped his cock in and out of my hole.

 

“Good boy. It feels good to submit doesn’t it. It feels good to find your place. I can see it on your face. You love being filled with raw cock.”

 

“I do Sir! Holy shit! It feels so good… I… I never imagined!”

 

“I know boy, but now it will be all you can think about. Now you’ve felt how good it feels to surrender to a real man. How good it feels to let him sink his raw cock into your pretty hole. How good it feels to be stretched wide around his shaft.”

 

“Fuck yes Sir! Stretch me out. I want to be the perfect hole for your cock. I want to be able to take you any time you need my hole.”
 

“That’s it boy. Don’t hole back. How does Sir’s cock make you feel?”

 

“I feel good! I feel so stretched. I feel… slutty!”

 

“Do you like feeling slutty?”

 

“Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt so free and sexy. Please make me a slut Sir!”

 

“You’re going to feel even more slutty when I send you home full of my seed.” He growled before forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I wound my arms and legs around him holding him close as we kissed. “I’m going to blow my nut in you so deep it will be there all night.”

 

“Please breed me Sir! I need to know. I need to know what it feels like to take a man’s load. I need to be bred.”

 

“I hope you’re ready for what that means boy. I hope you’re ready to give in to being a slut because boys like you cant just take one load.”

 

“Please! I’m ready.”

 

He was picking up his pace, hammering his cock into me. Sweat dripped off his broad frame raining onto me. His face was screwed up, and there was an animalistic glint to his eyes. “I don’t think you are boy. I don’t think you know what you’re committing to, but its too late for your now. Take me load boy!” He let out a roar and sunk his dick as deep into me as he could. I moaned, unable to take my eyes off him as his body convulsed. I could feel him throbbing inside me. I felt a warmth spilling into my guts. I could feel him flooding me with cum. Bliss washed over me. It was the best feeling in the whole world. I’d never felt more connected to someone. I’d never felt sexier in my whole life. My body had made this beautiful man cum that hard. I had done that. I had made him feel that good. That made me feel good.

 

“Fuck, its already happened to you,” Sir said, panting slightly.

 

“What Sir?”

 

“You’re hooked. I can see it in your eyes. There’s a bliss there that only a true cumdump gets when he takes a load. Your ex had that look in his eyes after he took my load for the first time. He tried to hide it but…” Sir shifted and pulled his cock from my hole. I felt empty. I wanted his cock back. “…I could tell. There was no hiding the joy in his face at feeling the warmth of my cum inside his hole. He stammered something about needing to leave, that he had a boyfriend, but he still asked for my number at the door. Then that night, while the two of you were watching a movie, he started texting me about how hot it was and how much he wanted to do it again. By the time you two went to bed he was begging me to fuck him again. He even offered to sneak out after you two had gone to bed.” Sir had gotten up now and was pulling his shorts back on. “I made him wait for it though, till he was truly lost in his cock lust.”

 

“I feel like… I feel like I’m supposed to be mad at him but… That felt so good. How could he not want it again?”

 

Sir laughed, “You already want it again don’t you boy?”

 

“Yes Sir!” I pulled my knees into my chest exposing my freshly fucked hole to him.

 

He chuckled again, “Well that’s not how this works boy. Now its your turn to wait. I want you completely lost in cock lust before I fuck you again. Right now you’re still riding the adrenalin of finally getting fucked for the first time. You need to let that subside and give into the real lust that’s building inside you. The lust that will last for the rest of your life now.”

 

“But…”

 

“Nope, no buts. Get dressed and go home… I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

[drew4fun]

That is HOT!  Great mind for writing, thanks.

[plisken]

Wow what a writing. Almost feeling one with the boy as I read, his craving for Sirs cock, a craving so strong that he want Sir to actually breed him. And at the same time following the predators way to lure yet another bottom onto his cock. Thank you, looking for more.

[Tanbbottom]

Great read ... thanks!

[onlyraw]

Looking forward to the next chapter 

we will be waiting for it as eagerly as our boy is waiting for his next fuck …

[onlyraw]

“It won’t just be a want, but a need.”

a great line … and so true 

[HunkeBBBotm]

The birth of a cumdump is a beautiful thing. Fucking hot story dude. More please. 

[Jimmi]

So beautiful 

[backpackguy]

Fuck Newboy. you've captured the craving and lust for cock and seed that many of us on this site feel every day (14/7/365)!!! Once we take a stud's hard cock and thick/creamy seed we cannot get enough.....soooooo horny!!! Keep it cumming!!🧑‍🦰🍊🍆💦💦🔥😈🐷🐽😋

[shinelover]

More, please! Fuck, this is a hot story!!