Cucked

[newboy1689]

5.

 

“Once boys like you take a load they’re addicted. They’ll never be able to get enough. As soon as your ex took my load he was lost, all he wanted was raw cock in his tight hole… and now that’s all you’ll want too. Next time I see you you’ll be lost in the cock lust that now rules his life.” Sir’s words echoed in my mind over and over again. It was like I was walking in a daze as I left his place. I drifted home feeling the slickness between my cheeks with every step. The adrenalin from taking my first load was subsiding, Sir had been right about that too, but it was quickly being replaced by something else. It had felt so good to take Sir’s load… I wanted to feel that again. I wanted to feel the stretch of a cock entering my hole. I wanted to fell the heat of a cum pumping into my guts. By the time I got back inside my apartment I was hard as a rock and my cock was leaking so much that there was a massive we spot in the front of my shorts.

 

I stripped naked and collapsed on my bed exhausted. I suddenly felt as if all the energy had been sapped from my body. As though the exertion of giving in to Sir and taking my first raw cock had finally overcome me. With Sir’s load leaking from my hole I passed out.

 

That night I slept like a rock, my dreams full of big dicked men, their hot loads being shot everywhere. My bedsheets were soaked with precum when I woke up the next morning my dick still drooling from my last dream. I stretched, sinking deeper into my bed. It was my off day, nowhere to be, no urgency in getting up. It surprised me to see that I had several texts from my ex waiting for me when I checked my phone. Curiously I opened the thread.

 

“Sir told me that even though we aren’t together any more I was to still keep you updated on my journey. He wants you to see it. He won’t tell me why though, but that doesn’t matter. I think its hot too that you know the truth now.” Below that message was a picture of my ex in a sex sling, in a dark room lit mostly with red light. He was naked but for his chain collar and cage. His eyes were covered with an eye mask, and his arms and legs were connected to the chains that suspended the sling. In his exposed position it was easy to see the base of a thick plug stuffed in his once tight hole. The next message read, “Sir left me like this for all of yesterday afternoon while he bred some college twink. He said not to be jealous though, after all the loads I took yesterday my cunt needed a break.”

 

Holy shit, I thought, my ex had been in that house the whole time Sir was fucking me. Had he heard me beg Sir for his load? Did he really not know it was me Sir had been fucking?

 

There was one more picture in the thread, a selfie of my ex in the locker room at the college gym. He had his shirt off (he really was looking a lot more toned over the past few months, I guess he was going to the gym some of the times he claimed) and the front of his shorts pulled down exposing his cock cage. “Sir wanted me to send you my cage check from the gym too. Hope you liked it.”

 

I immediately texted Sir. “Fuck, Sir… was my ex in your house while you were fucking me yesterday?”

 

“Good morning boy,” came his response a few minutes later, “Yes. I left your ex in the playroom while I broke you in. He has no idea it was you though that I was fucking, and you’re going to keep it that way. All he knows is I was breeding some dumb horny college slut.”

 

“I don’t know about dumb, but I am a horny college slut, Sir.” I replied cheekily.

 

“You’ll be a dumb slut when I’m done with you… just like your ex.”

 

“Fuck! Thank you Sir… do I really have to wait a few more days though? Sir. I’m so horny. I dreamed of cock all night. I’m ready. Please I want to get fucked again.”

 

“I know you do boy but you’re not ready yet. For now enjoy how this feels, remember how good my cock felt sliding inside your tight hole… and enjoy your ex continuing to cuck you.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

“Good boy. I’ll make a faggot out of you yet.”

 

I lay in bed for a moment lost in that thought. He’ll make a faggot out of me yet. That was all I wanted. I wanted to be his faggot. I texted my ex back, playing along with Sir’s game, “Fuck! That’s hot but isn’t that risky at the gym? What if someone saw you?”

 

His reply came back a few minutes later, “That’s part of what made it so hot. I kinda wish someone had seen me.”

 

“What would you have done then?” I was stroking my dick now, slowly rubbing my pulsing shaft. I had no intention of getting off but I was too hard to ignore.

 

“Offered to suck them off in the showers!” He added a smiling devil emoji, “Sir says that boys like me are meant to be used and I should offer myself to any man who’s interested.”

 

A big glob of precum leaked from my cock. “Fuck… its hot hearing you talk like that. Too bad I never knew what a slutty sub you are.”

 

“You couldn’t have brought it out in me, no offence. I needed a real man to show me what I am. The first time Sir came inside me its like he flipped a switch. I just knew all of a sudden that nothing else would ever be enough. I needed to be used like that.”

 

I knew exactly what he meant. Sir’s cock and load had awoken something in me. They had changed me irrevocably. I would never be the same. My ex had already known he was a bottom. Sir’s cock had taught me not only that I was meant to bottom but that I was meant to be bred. It was a cardinal need now, I craved it.

 

I spent that whole day rubbing my cock, fingering my hole and watching progressively rougher and seedier porn; till sometime around midnight when I was pummeling my hole with four fingers I fucked a load out of myself and collapsed into the sticky mess on the bed. I lay there, naked and sweating, my own load drying against my skin, and fell asleep.

 

The first text I received the next morning was another gym cage check from my ex. Followed by a video of him flat on his back, caged dick leaking onto his flat stomach, getting railed by a thick raw cock. It obviously wasn’t Sir fucking him, the guy had a narrow blond treasure trail and washboard abs.

 

“Fuck! Who’s fucking you now?” I replied.

 

“That was last night. Sir told me I was only allowed to wear jockstraps or briefs while at home… my roommate saw me and could see the cage. Turns out he’s got a thing for sub fags and ended up pumping a big load into my guts.”

 

I remembered his roommate, six two, blonde and rippling with muscle. He and my ex had been randomly assigned roommates when freshmen year and had lived together ever since. We’d always talked about how hot he was and how unfortunate it was that he was straight. Apparently, we’d been wrong about the straight part. All it took was seeing my ex’s caged cock on display and suddenly he was balls deep in another guy. My cock throbbed. The whole scenario was so hot.

 

“His dick’s so big,” came the next text from my ex, with a picture of his roommate’s cock laying across his face. He wasn’t lying it was the full length of his face and just as thick as Sir’s. It was a beautiful dick. My mouth watered. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to feel it pulsing as it unloaded in my hole.

 

I was so mesmerized by the picture I almost forgot I had class and had to skip my shower just to make it on time. It wasn’t till I sat down in my lecture that I remembered I hadn’t taken a shower the day before, nor after I got home from Sir’s. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably realizing that I probably stunk of the load I’d let dry on my stomach last night, and Sir’s rough breeding two days before. But it also made me hard. It was like a small flash of what my ex had described feeling when he took those cage checks. The rush of people possibly knowing what a slut you are was intoxicating.

 

It was a struggle to concentrate in my classes all day. It didn’t help that just before lunch I got a pic from my ex of him on his knees in a school bathroom sucking off a random guy and telling me how much he liked swallowing unknown men’s loads. By the time I got back to my apartment that night I only had one thing on my mind: Sir’s raw cock cuming inside me again. I stripped off as soon as I closed the door. In my bedroom I got on all fours in front of the full length mirror presenting my ass and took a picture over my shoulder. I sent it to Sir saying, “Please Sir! I’m ready. I need your raw cock inside me again!”

 

“Almost boy,” he responded quickly. “But you’re not quite there. Maybe you should see if you can get your ex to tell you what he did to convince me he was ready for my cock again.”

 

“Please Sir! I don’t know how much more desperate for your cock I could be. It’s all I’ve thought about all day. You were right! You’ve changed something in me. Unlocked something. I need it! I need your load inside me!”

 

“I’m glad boy… You’re almost ready, but that’s not cock lust. Ask your ex. I told him he has to tell you the truth. Just remember, he can’t know you’re my new boy. I’m keeping that as a surprise.”

 

I paused and then wrote, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir!”

 

“Good boy. You really are almost there. Let go, and you’ll find yourself where you need to be.”

 

I paused, and then started texting my ex, carefully phrasing my question to not make my goal too obvious. “Hey, look. Its hot seeing you become this cumdump, but how did this start? This guy fucked you and then all of a sudden you were a cumdump?”

 

“A little, lol.” He replied. “Sir picked me up at the gym. He was so hot I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I didn’t even really know what I was doing at the time. He told me to follow him and I did. He just had this power over me.” I couldn’t fault my ex for that, I knew exactly what he meant. Sir had gotten me over to his house and awoken the bottom in me too. “He took me back to his please, and like I did feel really really guilty but I also knew that I needed him. I begged him to fuck me, even after he told me he only fucked raw and didn’t pull out. Seeing him naked… I needed him. Once he bred me… it was like the whole world opened up for me and I was terrified. I basically ran out of there and back to you. I swore to myself I would never do anything like that again… but I also kept his load inside me. We were sitting on your couch watching a movie and I had his load inside me. I started texting him right then begging him to fuck me again but he told me I had to wait.”

 

Holy shit! This was what I needed to hear. “Why did he tell you that?”

 

“This turns you on doesn’t it? Finding out about how I made you an unwitting cuck?”

 

“Yeah… kinda.” I replied, downplaying how much it all turned me on. I was turned on by the idea of Sir manipulating my mind too, and the power he had immediately held over me; but I was also turned on by the story of my ex’s decent, the secret he’d kept from me, how he had been transformed and I has been blind to all of it.

 

“Fucking hot!” He sent a close-up photo of his cock leaking out of his cage. “It turns me on to finally tell you all of this too. I’m leaking so much out of my cage!”

 

“Good pig… but why did Sir tell you that you had to wait?” I pressed.

 

“He said he needed to test me, to make sure I really was the cumdump he thought I was. He told me once I was really lost in the cock lust he would fuck me again.”

 

“So he just made you wait a few days?”

 

“That was part of it. The day after he fucked me I was so horny I couldn’t think. I was begging him all day to fuck me. That night I jumped your bones and rode your wrapped cock till you blew in the condom but it didn’t scratch the itch in the slightest, no offence.” How could I take offence to that, now having had a raw cock in me I knew a condom covered cock would never satisfy me. “The second day I was even hornier. I texted Sir all day telling him I was ready. He said not yet and to give in.” I reveled at how similar our paths were becoming. “Finally on the third day I couldn’t take it any more. I needed to feel cum shooting inside me. If Sir wasn’t going to fuck me I had to find someone that would. I downloaded Scruff and within the hour found a guy a few blocks from my apartment. I never even asked his name. He had a thick cock and he was willing to breed me. I went over, road his cock, and took his load. It was bliss. On my walk home from his apartment I texted Sir. I felt guilty, like I’d cheated on him, but I’d been so horny I couldn’t help myself. It turns out that was exactly what Sir wanted. He wanted me desperate not just for his cock, but cock in general. My giving into that lust was what he was waiting for. He told me to come to his place right then. As soon as I got there he ripped off my clothes and bred me right there on the floor in front of his front door.”

 

“Fuck! I thought it was just Sir’s loads you’d been taking till he locked you.”

 

“Mostly Sir’s loads, and a few of his friends. That guy was the only random guy till this week. Now that I’m collared and locked though… all bets are off and no loads are refused.”

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

Superb fourth chapter!

[randyrawman]

love how you get into the mindset. so fucking hot.

[Plymguy20]

Need the next part 

[newboy1689]

6.

 

Taking Sir’s load had made my ex so horny for raw cock that when Sir wouldn’t fuck him he’d given in and found someone else. Was that what Sir wanted me to do? Is that what I had to do if I wanted him inside me again? Was that something I was interested in? It was one thing to give in to Sir’s irresistible animal magnetism, but to be fucked by some random guy… As I thought about it thought my cock started to stiffen, and my hole gave a twitch. I thought about my ex taking guy after guy that first night after he told me about Sir. I thought about the freedom he described after giving in. Was this what Sir had been describing when he said that for boys like me getting bred was addictive? I’d thought he’d just meant I’d be addicted to his loads, but now… the more I thought about it… I wanted his, I wanted to be his boy… but I also wanted that freedom. I wanted to feel another man cum inside me… but was I ready?

 

My phone buzzed and I snatched it up thinking it was probably from Sir or another tidbit from my ex. I was almost disappointed to see it was from my friend Jack.

 

“What are you doing tonight? Let’s go out!” It said. I didn’t really want to go out… I wanted to spend my night talking Sir’s cock over and over but that wasn’t going to happen unless…

 

Maybe a distraction would be good, get me out of this cycle of horniness and desperation. Maybe that would make what I wanted easier. “Sure!” I responded, “Where?”

 

“I was thinking Tank.” Tank was one of three gay bars in town and usually skewed older, but they did usually have a good DJ on the weekends and the drinks weren’t terribly expensive so it could be a good time.

 

“Ok! Meet you at the bus stop at 9?”

 

“Perfect see you then!”

 

I took a quick shower; rummaged through my clothes and found something good for going out in (fun but nothing slutty); had a quick bite to eat; and headed down to the bus stop. Jack was already waiting for me when I got there. Jack and I had met the year before in my lit class and had hit it off right away. I’d often suspected that he had a little bit of a crush on me, but as I’d been in a committed relationship I’d never really thought about him in that way. Now, seeing him under the light of the bus shelter, I took him in a new. He was tall, blonde, and tousle haired. He had clear green eyes and a little light-colored stubble on his cheeks. Tonight he was dressed in a black sheer tank that showed off his square shoulders and strong but thin arms, and tight black jeans. He definitely looked like he was dressed to get laid.

 

“Hi!” He shouted as I got closer, “Oh my god, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

 

“I know. This semester’s been killer. I feel like I haven’t seen anyone.”

 

“Seriously. How’s things, how’s Dan?”

 

I paused hearing my ex’s name. How did I explain what happened? I opted for half of the truth, “He and I… well… we broke up. But its ok! Its mutual and we’re both happy with where we’re at. We still talk and its totally cool.”

 

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!”

 

“No really, its ok. It was a little bit ago,” a small white lie to get out of explain that he’d cucked me as he became a cumdump for an older man that I was now lusting after, “and we’re both very happy with it.”

 

“Well, then you need this night out as much as I do!” He grinned, his eyes flicking up and down my body quickly. What did he have in mind, I wondered.

 

The bus trip was quiet and uneventful. We chatted easily about school, the couple of dates Jack had been on. We’d never really talked about sex much but the news about my breakup seemed to have emboldened Jack. While in the past stories about him going on dates always trailed off with a “and then we…you know” he now finished with, “and I fucked him for the rest of the night.” Hearing Jack talk about topping made me see in him a bit of a new light. My eyes drifted to the crotch of his tight jeans, hunting for a hint of what was packed inside. Once I thought Jack caught me looking. He just grinned.

 

Tank was packed. You wouldn’t have thought there were enough gay men in a town this size to fill up a gay bar let alone three but on the weekends there they were. We fought our way to the bar, ordered two cocktails and started checking out the place. It took us a couple of drinks to get up our courage but we were both soon out on the dance floor wiggling about with abandon.

 

Eventually we ran into a few other guys we knew from school and formed a circle all dancing together, chatting a little over the music. Jack and I kept catching each other’s eye across the circle. Then suddenly this narrow waisted twink appeared grinding against Jack. I found myself a little jealous and Jack took the boy by the waist and started to grind against his ass. I watched the dance, getting more and more bold till the boy spun around and started making out with Jack. Then they vanished. Caught up in the twisting mass of bodies on the dance floor they receded into the distance and I lost them.

 

I pushed it out of my mind and started dancing with another one of our friends. It was fun dancing with abandon again, not feeling like I was doing something wrong grinding against someone. I spun around the group, dancing with everyone in turn, all laughing and drunken grins but nothing forward or intentionally sexual. I’d lost track of time when Jack finally reappeared.

 

“Where have you been,” I said, as Jack came up dancing next to me.

 

“Oh, here and there,” he grinned cheekily.

 

“And what happened to your new friend?” I asked cheekily, to disguise the flash of jealousy I felt.

 

“Well if you must know,” Jack said leaning in close to my ear, “I bred him in the bathroom and he’s now dancing with his friends with my load deep in his guts.”

 

I was shocked to hear Jack talk like that. He was so clean cut and mild mannered looking I had been surprised to learn he was a top, and I was downright shocked to find out he was a fucking raw.

 

“Did I shock you,” he chuckled, “Let me guess, even with your monogamous BF you always used condoms?”

 

“Well… yes… yes we did…”

 

“Prude,” he said smiling, and very my ass a playful smack.

 

“I said we did… I didn’t say I still do.” My four tequila sodas had made me feel bold.

 

“Great, now I’ll have competition as a college top who fucks raw.” He rolled his eyes but was still smiling.

 

I leaned in close to his ear and said, “What makes you think I’m still a top?”

 

“Shit! You broke up with your boyfriend, became a bottom and ditched the condoms. That’s quite the reversal.”

 

“Too bad you already fucked that twink…”

 

“Why is that?”

 

We were nose to nose now. If one of us moved our head an inch we’d be kissing.

 

“Cause I then I could have been the one dancing with your load inside me.”

 

His hand shot up and grabbed the back of my head pulling me into a desperate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and I pressed myself into him. I grabbed at his waist, holding myself tight against his body and our mouths crushed together. His fingers intertwined with my hair and he pulled my face back.

 

“You really want me to breed you in the bathroom of this bar?”

 

I looked Jack in the eyes, seeing the hunger that now burned there, swallowed, and said, “Fuck yes. I want your load deep inside me.”

 

“Follow me then slut.”

 

He grabbed my hand and lead me off through the crowd. We slipped past the line for the main bathroom and a around a corner of the bar to a small single occupancy handicapped stall. Jack confidently pulled the door open and ushered me inside.

 

As soon as the door locked his hands were all over me. He pulled me into another frantic kiss as his hands made their way down my body. He found my belt and undid it, quickly dropping my pants to the ground. In one swift motion he spun me around and bent me over so I was holding on to the railing sticking out of the wall. He tugged off my briefs and let out a low whistle.

 

“Fuck you’ve got a nice ass. Perfectly furry. Its going to look so good wrapped around my cock.” He spat on my hole and dove forward jamming his tongue into my ass. I moaned loudly as he began to tongue fuck me. I reached back with one hand and pulled his head into my hole, trying to drive his tongue deeper.

 

Jack worked fast, soon my hole was slick with spit and starting to bloom open. He stood up and dropped another big wad of spit onto his hand before smearing the head and shaft of his thick cock with it. He bent over me, lined up his cock, and sunk it inside my quivering guts.

 

It was different than taking Sir’s cock. Jack’s didn’t come with the mysterious hypnotic qualities, but it felt good. It felt better than good, it felt amazing. I whimpered as he bottomed out in me, chewing on the back of my neck. He quickly picked up the pace. This was a bathroom pump and dump not a romantic night of passion. He held onto my hips firmly and drove his cock deep inside me over and over again. I was sweating and babbling like a dumb slut. I guess I am a dumb slut, I thought, I’m bent over in a bathroom stall taking a guy’s raw cock with hundreds of people on the other side of a thin door.

 

The sound of the dance floor pounded in my ears as Jack hammered away at my hole.

 

“Fuck yes, your hole feels so fucking good,” he growled into my ear. “If breaking up with Dan is what it took to get you to be a slutty cumdump… fuck… I’m glad you broke up.”

 

“Yeah… fuck! Use my hole Jack! Breed me. Give me your load.”

 

“I never imagined I’d hear you begging for cock. Its so hot.”

 

“I need it! I need your cum inside me. It feels so fucking good! Breed my hole!”

 

“Take it you fucking slut! Take my fucking load.” He rammed his cock as deep in my hole as it he could and held it there as he unloaded in me. Heat spread through my guts as his load flooded my hole. I moaned and whimpered, savoring every throb of his cock.

 

“Fuck that felt so good.” I said as he pulled out.

 

“Seriously,” Jack said pulling me around to kiss me again. “It was so fucking hot hearing you beg for my cock.

 

“I’m glad,” I broke our kiss and got on my knees. I quickly cleaned his cock before tucking it back in his jeans and getting up to kiss him again, “and hopefully that won’t be the last time you fuck me.”

 

“Any time you need it slut.” He kissed me again, and said, “I’m going to go back to dancing. Enjoy the load.” He opened the door and left me there with my pants and underwear still around my ankles, my cock hard as a rock and completely ignored.

 

I quickly locked the door to the bathroom, bent over and took as good a picture of my freshly fucked hole as I could and sent it to Sir saying. “I’m sorry Sir, I couldn’t take it anymore. I found out a friend is a top and only fucks raw… I couldn’t help myself.”

 

Sir’s text came right away. “Good boy. How did it feel taking someone else’s raw cock?”

 

“It felt amazing! Not as good as yours Sir, but it was so fucking hot. He bred me in the bathroom of a bar.”

 

“Fucking pig! I’m proud of you.”

 

Just then there came a knock on the door. Panicked I finally pulled up my pants, and made to leave the bathroom. I was surprised when I opened the door and another one of the guys we’d been hanging out with was standing there.

 

“Oh good, you’re still here,” he said looking a little sheepish.

 

“What?” I asked, still standing in the door of the bathroom.

 

“Well… um… Jack said…” he paused and got up his courage, “Jack said he just dumped a big load in you and… and if I hurried I might be able to get some sloppy seconds.”

 

I looked at him, suddenly feeling very bold and powerful. “Are you saying you want to fuck me too?”

 

“I’ve got a three day load I need to blow and I love fucking a cummy hole.”

 

“Get inside,” I said and pulled him in the bathroom.

 

Ten minutes later, with another load planted deep in my hole, I texted Sir. “You’ll never believe what just happened Sir.”

[nwohiosub]

That’s a hot story. I hope there’s more. I’d love to be the bottom.

[newboy1689]

7.

 

 

“Good boy. It felt good to give into being a slut didn’t it,” Sir said after I told him about the second guy fucking me in the bathroom.

 

“Yes Sir! It felt amazing. I feel like such a slut! But I’m still desperate for your cock… have I proven myself yet?”

 

“You’re almost there, boy, but not quite. You’re on the right track. Just keep giving in. Keep doing what feels good.”

 

“But Sir… Dan said that after he got fucked by another man you told him to come right over. I thought that would be the same…”

 

“Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me. I had to break him of his connection to you so he could become his true self. You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom. Getting fucked in the club bathroom is a good start but you’re not ready for my cock again. Keep going boy. I’m proud of you.”

 

“Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir. I can’t wait till I’ve earned your cock again.”

 

“Good boy. Go be the slut I know you are.”

 

I stood in the bathroom for a moment not sure what to do with myself. I’d been convinced that the key to getting Sir to fuck me again was taking some other guy’s load. It had worked for my ex. He’d given into his desperation for cum and Sir had immediately wanted him, but for me that wasn’t enough. I looked at Sir’s message and read it again, ‘Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me… You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom.’

 

What did that mean? I’d just gotten fucked by two different guys, I had their loads inside me. What else did I have to do to show him I had truly given in?

 

I left the bathroom feeling frustrated. I wanted Sir to fuck me! Despite having two big loads deep inside me I was still horny and I was convinced only Sir’s cock would satiate me.

 

When I found our group again Jack grinned at me. He walked over and caught me around me waist. Grinning he kissed me and said, “I can’t believe you let Mike fuck you too! That’s so fucking hot. I bet you feel fucking full now. Mike and I both cum a lot.”

 

“No kidding, my holes so fucking wet.”

 

“Fuck!” Jack said and kissed me again, “how did this happen? How did you suddenly become suck a slut? Was it just the breakup?”

 

I looked at Jack’s handsome face and thought: fuck it, if Sir’s not gonna fuck me tonight… “Why don’t you take me home and I’ll tell you the story while I milk another load out of you.”

 

“Oh shit yeah. I’ve got at least one more load in me if you’re willing to work for it.”

 

I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, “I’m going to ride you till your balls are empty.”

 

“Lets get a car.”

 

We careened into Jack’s apartment, barely making it in the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off. We left a trail of discarded shirts and pants as we tumbled towards Jack’s bedroom. When he slammed the door shut we were both left in only our straining briefs.

 

Jack knocked me back onto the bed, and pulled off my briefs. He lifted my legs onto his shoulder and then got down between them and licked at my cum filled hole. I let out a long deep moan at the first flick of his tongue.

 

“Alright, spill. You’re dating Dan and you’re a condoms only mostly top. The two of you break up and now you’re a cumdump bottom. What happened?”

 

“Well,” I said, between gasps as Jack continued to eat me out, “It started with these texts.” I told Jack the whole story. I told him about my ex texting me that first night, and how horny it had made me. I told him about texting with Sir. Then about going to Sir’s house. I told him how good it had felt giving in and taking Sir’s cock. I told him how hot it was seeing Dan transformed into Sir’s toy. I even told him that I wanted Sir to do that to me, that I now fantasized about belonging to Sir. Lastly, I told him about Sir telling me he wouldn’t fuck me till I was truly lost in the cum lust. That Dan had said once he’d been so horny as to let another man fuck him that Sir had immediately bred him again, but that for some reason for me that wasn’t enough. Even with the waves of pleasure coursing through me as Jack lapped the cum from my hole, I felt frustrated. Why didn’t Sir want me? Why wasn’t getting fucked by both Jack and his friend enough?

 

“Because you didn’t have to work for those loads,” Jack said coming up for air and crawling between my legs. He hovered over me, his face slick with spit and cum.

 

“What?” I hadn’t realized I’d voiced my frustrations about Sir not fucking me out loud to him.

 

“Mike and I… you didn’t have to work to get our loads you just said yes when the opportunity presented itself. Giving your hole up to anyone who wants it is a good instinct for a cumdump.” He lined his throbbing cock up with my hole again. “But I think what this guy…”

 

“Sir.” I corrected him.

 

“Sir,” Jack said smiling and pressed his cock into me, “means when he says ‘give in to being a bottom’ is you need to not just be saying yes when cock is presented to you but hunting for it.” He stabbed his cock forward in one swift motion making us both groan.

 

Jack hammered and pumped working himself up to another load. He finally came while I was riding him, tweaking his nipples, and kissing him deeply. We collapsed together onto the bed in a sweaty heap and feel asleep with Jack’s body pressed tight into my back.

 

It took me a moment to understand what was happening the next morning. When I opened my eyes I had to blink a few times before I remembered I’d gone home with Jack and it was his arm draped across me. It was another second before I realized it was Jack’s movements that had woken me up. His arm was draped over my side, his chin nestled next to my shoulder, and his morning wood sawing slowly in and out of my hole. I moaned.

 

“Fuck, I hope you don’t mind,” Jack said, “My cock was so hard it just slipped right in.”

 

“No… oh fuck, it feels good.”

 

“God your hole feels so good. And so fucking wet. Shit!”

 

“You feel all your cum from last night inside me?”

 

“Oh fuck yes! You’re still so full. I can feel all that cum on my dick.”

 

“Give it to me Jack. Fuck your cock deep inside me. I want your load. Give me another one. Leave me leaking.”

 

“Fucking nasty ass pig. I’m gonna fuck you all the time. Keep this hole nice and full of my seed.”

“Yeah! Beed me!”

 

“You want this load?”

 

“Yes! Fuck me Jack! Fucking cum inside me.”

 

“You’re such a hot slut! Begging for cum. You’re gonna earn Sir’s load in no time. I know it. You’re gonna end up an owned sub faggot cunt! A caged up little slut for everyone to use.”

 

“Please! Yes! Help me become Sir’s boy. I need it. I need his cock. I need his load. I need you to breed me!”

 

“Fucking take it faggot!” Jack shouted as he grabbed my hips and dig his fingers into my flesh. We both sighed satisfied as his cock began once more firing hot ropes of spunk into my guts.

 

“Thank you, Jack. Thank you.” I panted as he unloaded inside me.

[HunkeBBBotm]

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