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]

I believe you are my favorite author on this site. Damn good writing. 

[HVLpoz88]

🤤 

[CW5915]

Wish this was me

[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.

 

“God you’ve got a great fucking hole,” Jack said, smacking me on the ass as he pulled out, “I wish I could just fuck you all day but I’ve got a study group in like two hours. So sadly I’ve gotta kick you out.”

 

“No worries,” I laughed. I rolled over and kissed him once. “Thanks for all the loads,” and with that I got up, got dressed and left.

 

Standing outside Jack’s apartment building I sent a text to Sir. “I ended up going home with my friend last night. He fucked another big load into me last night and then another one this morning. There’s so much cum in me it’s practically leaking out as I walk. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for showing me how good it feels to be a bottom.”

 

“Well good morning boy!” Sir responded quickly. “That’s just the kind of text I like to get from my boys in the morning. I told you that getting bred was addictive for a boy like you. I think youre almost ready for my cock again boy.”

 

“Thank you, Sir! I think I understand now. Its not enough for me to just say yes to a cock when its presented to me… I have to need it. I have to seek out a man to breed me.”

 

“Good boy. You’ve got it. Happy hunting.” A moment after that text he sent a picture of his cock the sheets pulled down just below his balls, half hard. “I’m getting excited of getting to breed your broken in pussy boy. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

 

“I wont, Sir!!!”

 

“Good boy.”

 

My body felt like it was full of electricity by the time I got inside my apartment. Feeling Jack and his friend’s loads leaking out of my hole as I walked and me practically panting. Coupled with understanding what Sir wanted from me, I was filled with purpose. I stripped off as soon as I got inside my apartment. Being in anything more than a jock felt restrictive. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom and took pictures of myself in my straining jock. I turned and took several over my shoulder showing off my pert ass. Then I lay on the ground, set my camera up with a time, and took more of my leaking, well fucked hole.

 

Armed with my new collection of photos I sat down on the end of my bed, and for the first time, downloaded a gay hook up app. I quickly set up a profile, edited a photo that showed off my face and body to just past the top of my jock’s waistband as my profile photo and logged on. I hesitated for a moment filling out the profile, how much information did I want out there. Then I decided, fuck it, set my profile to Bottom, and typed in the description “Horny college bottom looking to get bred.”

 

I uploaded my profile and opened the grid. I was kind of surprised. I’d assumed there would be lots of guys my age, but in the first few rows there were only for other college guys and a couple blank profiles. The ones with pics were cute, but not what I was after. I scrolled down a little further. The grid swiftly changed to rows and rows of men. I clicked on a couple profiles of guys I guessed were probably Sir’s age and sent them woof. I scrolled down further sending more woofs as I went.

 

I’m not sure why I was shocked when a few more rows down I saw my ex grinning out from one of the little squares. I hesitated for a moment. Should I block him, I wondered. Then I thought: No, Sir only told me to keep it a secret that Sir was training me not that I had started bottoming too. I couldn’t help myself. I clicked on his profile.

 

He had a lot of pictures, all of them new because his head was buzzed and he had his thick chain collar on. His main photo was him standing in a red room, shirtless with one hand behind his head showing off his busy pit, the other hooked into the waist of his jock. The outline of his cage was shockingly obvious in the thin jock’s pouch. He was looking right into the camera grinning. He looked fucking hot. I flicked through the other photos, all showing him off, and making it obvious he was a slut. I scrolled down to his profile. “Sub college bottom. Sir like’s it when my hole is full of cum help me keep Sir happy,” read his tag line. My own slick hole twitched at the thought of living that life myself. I was so close.

 

While I was imagining the day I’d update my own profile to look just like Dan’s my phone vibrated. It was a message on the app! I moved over to the messages and smiled. One of the guy’s I’d woofed at had messaged me.

 

He was forty-three, six foot, with salt and pepper hair, and a square handsome face. In short, so long as he was packing, he was perfect.

 

“How’s it going,” read his text.

 

I immediately responded, “Good! How are you?”

 

His message came quickly, “Horny.”

 

“Me too. Lol.”
 

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

 

“I’m hoping someone fucking a big load into me will help.” I unlocked my album, sharing the pictures I’d taken of my open leaking hole.

 

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about being a horny college bottom.” He unlocked his own pics. “Think you could handle that?”

 

I opened his album and was greeted by an average length but mammothly thick cock bursting out of a wild greying bush. It was just what I wanted, a cock that would leave me gaped and dripping.

 

“Holy shit that’s a fat cock. Luckily I’ve still got some cum left in me from a guy this morning to help lube me up.”

 

“Perfect. I love a cummy hole. You free now?”

 

“Yep!” He sent me his address, it wasn’t too far probably a ten-minute drive. “I’ll be right there.” I responded and quickly threw on some clothes.

 

Fifteen minutes later I had pulled into the driveway of a respectable looking ranch, turned off the car, and knocked on the door. The man, I realized as I was knocking on his door I’d never asked his name and I had nothing to call him by, opened his door. He was just like his pictures. Tall, handsome, a little fluffy around the middle. He was wearing jeans and a t shirt. He smiled and let me inside.

 

“You got here fast boy,” he said as soon as the door closed, “You must want this bad.” He grabbed at his crotch.

 

“You have no idea how badly I need it,” I replied, and it was the truth. Not only was I incredibly turned on by just the thought of this man fucking me and cuming inside me, but once he had that meant I would have proven myself to Sir. I didn’t just want him to fuck me, I needed him to fuck me. I needed to prove myself. I needed to do it for Sir.

 

“Well then show me how much you need it. Strip for Daddy,” he smiled lecherously at me. My hole twitched.

 

Standing right in front of his front door I stripped off all of my clothes stopping when I was wearing just my jock.

 

“The jock too boy,” he growled.

 

“I don’t really care about getting off Sir, I just need your load.”

 

“I don’t care if you get off either, but I wanna watch your leaking cock flop around while I stretch out your tight college boy pussy.”

 

“Yes Sir!” I said and hurriedly dropped my jock.

 

“Good boy.” He walked over to me and grabbed me roughly by the neck. His big hand pulled my face up to his and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and sink into his kiss. As I clung to his body it dawned on me that he was fully dressed and I was completely naked. It made me even hornier.

 

I slid my hands up his shirt and felt his warm body. His slightly round stomach was covered with thick hair, as was his chest when I made it there.

 

After a long moment he broke our kiss. “Take my shirt off.” He bent forward allowing me to pull his shirt off over his head. He was beautiful. The perfect suburban dad, covered in hair, and horny as fuck. I leant forward and licked his pert nipple. He moaned lightly and I lapped at it again. I nibbled at his other nipple and he groaned. His hand came up to the back of my head and pressed me into his chest. I licked and sucked on his large round nipples and he grunted in pleasure. “Good boy. That’s it, chew on Daddy’s nipples. You make Daddy feel good he’s going to make you feel good.”

 

I grabbed one of his arms and pressed it up into the air, and dove into his hairy pit. It was musky and warm. I licked the sweat from his skin, his hair twisting around my tongue. “Fucking pig.” He moaned, “you’re not just a college slut. You’re a fucking whore. Yeah get my stench on you.”

 

I was in piggy heaven. I cleaned first one pit and then the other. Finally the man dragged me away from his pits, and with his hand still on the back of my neck guided me down a hallway and into a bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed so I landed on my back. Unbuckling his pants he loomed over me at the foot of the bed.

 

“Ordinarily I’d get you on your knees and have you wet my cock before I put you on your back like this, but you’re just so eager for it I don’t think either of us can wait any longer.” He tossed his belt to the side, and undid the top button of his pants. “Plus, you’re already full of cum aren’t you boy?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Fucking slut,” he said, and lowered his zipper, “Already leaking spunk and still begging for more.”

 

“Please Sir! I need it. I need to get fucked.”

 

“I know you do boy.” He spread the fly of his pants exposing his massive wild bush, “Boys like you crave cock. They can’t help it.” At long last he pushed his jeans down, kicking them off in one clean move, his staggeringly fat cock bouncing upward to hit his stomach. “This is why you’re here isn’t it boy?” He wagged his cock at me.

 

“Yes Sir! Yes! I need it. I need your cock Daddy.”

 

“There’s the magic words. Legs in the air boy. I’m going to stretch you the fuck out.”

 

I pulled my legs to my chest exposing my hole to him. He got up on the bed, pushing my legs hard into my body. He grinned and spat into his hand. He smeared his spit all of the broad blunt mushroom head of his cock and then lined it up with my hole. I felt the now familiar pressure of a cock pushing against my hole. He was far wider than any of the three cock’s I’d taken so far and for a terrible minute it seemed like it wouldn’t go in. Then with a sudden pop my hole opened up and half his length slide inside me.

 

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” I shouted.

 

“Good boy. That’s it, open up for Daddy. You wanted this. You wanted my fat cock. You wanted this monster girth in your boy pussy. You wanted me to stretch you out.”

 

“Fuck yes! Holy shit! I’ve never been this stretched out. Fuck Daddy! It feels so good!”

 

“Fucking pig. Most boys complain. Even the piggy ones like you. You really are a slut. Good fucking boy!” He pushed downward cramming the rest of his shaft inside my hole. I whimpered and shuddered as his girth opened me up. “That’s it. Good boy. My whole cock’s inside you now. You feel that? Feel my balls resting against your taint?”

 

“Oh my god! Use me Daddy! Plant your seed in me. Stretch me out and ruin my hole.”

 

He grinned down at me, and in one sudden move pulled his whole cock from my hole and then slammed it back in again. There was no preamble, he got right to pounding me. Sweat sprung up on both of us. I moaned and whimpered as he drove his cock down into my willing hole over and over again.

 

“Fucking beautiful boy pussy. So warm and wet. Fucking made to be bred. You’ve got a perfect cum dumps hole. Fucking. Dumb college slut getting bred by every guy in town. Fucking slut. I’m gonna fill you up good. Send you hole gaped and leaking. Your hole’s not gonna close when I’m done with it. Fuck yeah! Take my fucking cock you slut!”

 

A dumb college slut, I kept hearing those words in my head as he hammered into me. Sir had said I’d be a dumb slut when he was done with me. Last night when Jack was using me I’d felt like one. Sir was right. I was meant to be a dumb slut. I was meant to be a dumb slut with a loose open hole getting railed by hard cocks.

 

“Fill my slutty hole. Give it to me Daddy! Breed me! Fill me up.”

 

“Oh fuck yes. Beg for my load slut.”

 

“Please! I need it. Breed me Daddy. Flood my fucking hole with it. Pump your load into my guts. I need to feel it inside me. I need your load. I need to be bred. Please. Please! Please! Use me! Use me as your fucking cumdump!”

 

“That’s it boy! Fuck yes! Take my fucking load!” He reared back, jamming his cock inside me and grunted. Hot rivers of cum churned out of his spasming cock. I felt the warmth I now craved spreading into my guts. I let out a moan of my own. A constant stream of precum was running from my own cock coating my stomach but I left it alone. My getting off was immaterial. No orgasm I’d ever had felt as good as getting bred did.

 

“Thank you Sir. Thank you Daddy. Fuck. That’s such a big load. Fuck. Thank you.”

 

Ten minutes later I was sitting in my car again, with a fresh load deep inside me. I pulled out of the man’s drive way and drove around the corner before parking and desperately clawing my phone out of my pocket.

 

“I did it Sir!” I texted. “I downloaded and app. I messaged a man. I told him I wanted to get bred. I went to his house, and now I’ve got his load inside me.”

 

“Fuck!” Sir texted back right away. “Screen shot the messages boy. I want to see your descent.” I pulled the app up and took screenshots of my messages with Daddy. I sent them to Sir along with a screen shot of his profile.

 

“Good boy,” Sir responded. “You finally did it. You gave in and asked for what you need… Fat raw cock pumping hot seed in your hole. How do you feel boy?”

 

“So fucking hot Sir! My hole is so loose for him cock. Its so fucking thick. And he came so much! I feel like I’m leaking into my shorts. I’ve never felt this sexy!”

 

“That’s exactly how you should feel boy.”

 

“And… honestly Sir. I’ve never been more horny. Getting fucked feels better than getting fucked but it doesn’t take away how horny I am.”

 

“Have you gotten off boy?”

 

“Well… not really Sir. The night after you bred me I fucked myself of this dildo I have till I came but it didn’t feel the same as jerking off. It just sort of happened but I still felt… I still felt just as horny.”

 

“Perfect. I think its time. Come over now.”

 

“Holy shit! Yes Sir! I’ll be right there!”

[newboy1689]

8.

 

 

I could have driven my car home and walked to Sir’s but I didn’t want to waste any time. I drove straight there. Parked in his driveway I sent a text to Jack, “It worked. I found a guy online, got him to breed me and now Sir says I’m ready! Thank you for your help!”

 

“I can’t wait to see what you look like owned! Have fun slut!” He texted back.

 

I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I was so excited I was shaking. I steadied myself and walked up to Sir’s front door.

 

He opened it before I could knock. This time he wasn’t dressed in just a casual tank top and shorts. He wore a black leather harness strapped across his chest, a thick waisted black jock already bulging from his erecting, and knee-high black leather boots. He grabbed me by shirt and pulled me into the house.

 

“Are you ready to become a real faggot?” He said, his face inches from mine.

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Are you ready for me to make you boy?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Are you ready for me to ruin you?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Are you ready to become my sub? To obey me?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Good boy. Strip. My boys don’t wear clothes in this house.”

 

For the second time in less than an hour I tore my clothes off next to the front door of a man’s house.

 

“Perfect,” he said when I was completely naked. “Now, we’re going to take your transformation nice and slow. Not for your sake, it’s just more fun for me to watch you slowly disappear and new sub pig take your place.”

 

“Whatever you want Sir! I just don’t want any of these feelings to end.”

“They never will boy. Now follow me.” He led me through his front room and around the back of the house into the kitchen. I was slightly confused but followed him dutifully. “Hop up on the island there,” he gestured to the large cooking island in the middle of the room. Was he going to fuck me here in the kitchen? Sir turned to the freezer, and took something out.

 

“Deep breaths boy. We’ve got to get that cock of yours to go down a little.” With that he pressed an ice pack to my hard leaking cock. I gasped. “Deep breaths,” he reminded. I took a long shuddering breath in and closed my eyes. I tried to think of anything but the cold. It seemed to go on forever. Really though it was less than thirty seconds later when he took the ice pack away and slid something around my cock and balls. I kept my eyes closed. I knew what was happening but at the same time wanted to be surprised. I tried to focus on not getting hard again as Sir manipulated my shaft. I felt cold plastic press into my cock head, then heard the click of a lock and Sir made a little satisfied sound.

 

I opened my eyes and looked down. The cock I had once been proud of, that I had described as big while I fucked my ex boyfriend’s tight hole, was now locked in a black plastic cage less than two inches long. My cock strained against its new confines, but there was no escape. My dick was locked up tight. The first part of my transformation into Sir’s sub pig was complete.

 

“What do you think boy?”

 

I looked at Sir blankly for a moment. I was too lost in my own excitement to speak. When I did manage to say something the first thing that came to my mind was, “Thank you Sir!”

 

“It’s a little big still, but we’ll downsize you soon enough.”

 

“Downsize me?”

 

“You didn’t think I was going to lock you once and then just leave you like that did you?”

 

“No Sir… I didn’t… I didn’t know that was an option,” I said a little abashedly.

 

Sir leaned close and kissed me before saying, “The cage that’s on your cock right now is the one I locked your ex in that first night. I downsized him to one a half inch smaller this morning. In a week you’ll inherit that cage when I downsize him again. Then again in another week, and then again. Till both your cocks are trapped in the smallest cage you’ll fit into.”

 

“Fuck! Sir that’s so hot. So this is… this is the cage he was wearing in those photos the night you claimed him?”

 

“It sure is boy. Now you’ll be wearing it when we reintroduce the two of you, but that’s later.”  

 

“Is he here Sir?”

 

“No he’s not here this time. I’ll bring him around later, but don’t worry about that now. This isn’t about your ex, this is about you becoming who you’re supposed to be. This is about your submission.”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Are you ready for the next step?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Good boy. Then follow me downstairs.”

[newboy1689]

9.

 

 

He led me to a door off the kitchen and then down a flight of stairs. The basement was dark apart from a faint red glow. I knew immediately where he was leading me. Dan has sent me a picture of himself in a sling in this same dim red light. We turned a corner at the bottom of the stairs and I was met with a sight I’d never imagined in all my life. Laid out in front of me, bathed in red light, was a true play room. In the center of the room a sling hung suspended below the mirrored ceiling from thick chains. Off to one side was a chair with no center to the seat, a strange looking contraption under it, and thick restraints on the arms and legs. Opposite the chair was a slanted padded bench with restraints at each end. Along one wall were shelves full of toys of all kinds; bondage, gear, dildos, plugs, anything you could imagine. On the wall across from the shelves on a small platform was big wooden X also fitted out with restraints.

 

“Welcome to my playroom boy.”

 

“Its… Sir, I’ve never seen anything like it! What are all these things?”

 

“You’ll get to experience all of them in good time. Come over here thought and get in the sling.” He grabbed me under my arms and lifted me into the sling pitching me backwards. I collapsed into the leather bed, my legs immediately swinging upward. It was like the shape of the sling had forced them up. Sir grinned at me, and took hold of one of my legs. He brought my ankle over to the chain and fastened the leather restraint hanging from the chain to my leg. Then he did the other one. As he moved around to my arms he said, “The first step in your transformation is giving me control of your cock.” He grabbed my cage and shock it. “The second step is giving me control of your hole.”
 

“You have it Sir! My hole is yours!” I said enthusiastically as he connected my remaining arm to the sling chain.

 

“You may feel like you’ve given up your hole,” he replied, grinning wickedly, “but I’m about to make it mine.” He left my field of vision for a moment and when he returned he was carrying a small table covered with toys. “Breaking your boyfriend was all about getting him to admit he was a cumdump. That he needed to raw cock, and that your cock was never going to be what he needed. It was about showing him how much he craved the cock of a real man. Breaking you is different.” As he spoke he started to lube up a toy. Looking up into the mirror I could just make out a long thick shiny black shaft in the gloom. “Breaking you is about showing you you’re not a top at all. You’re just as much a sub as your little boyfriend was… actually if I’m right about you, and I usually am, you’re going to become even more of a sub than him.”

 

He pressed the lubed up toy against my cum filled hole. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I let the air slowly out of my lungs Sir pushed the toy more firmly into my hole. There was a moment of resistance and then my hole gave way. I moaned, my head crashing back onto the sling and the silicone shaft slid deep inside me.

 

“Your ex has a hunger for cum. Its what makes him a good bottom. Keeping him locked up and horny makes him a good sub. It keeps him focused and loyal. You on the other hand.” He pushed the toy deeper. “You gave into me before you’d even seen my cock in person. You gave in just watching those videos of me using your ex.” A few more inches of the toy slid inside me and I groaned. “You’re not just after cum… though from how much is oozing out of your hole right now you certainly are falling into the same cum addition as your ex. Yes, this pussy’s going to turn into a big beautiful cunt in no time. No for your it’s not just about cum. Its about submission. You are a natural sub. That’s why you had such a hard time seeking cock out, your natural inclination is to just give in.” He pressed the toy a little harder still. I felt resistance deep inside my hole and then suddenly it was gone and the toy side in to the base. “Just like that. Your second hole just gave up and let me inside. You’re a natural born sub. Your meant for this. You were never a top. You were just pretending. Waiting for the day for someone to show you who you truly are.” He pulled the toy back and slowly began to fuck me with it.

 

As Sir slowly slid the toy in and out of my hole ravaging my second hole I lost myself in the bliss. I watched in the mirror above me as his strokes became easier, as the toy looked slicker and slicker. I watched the hair around my hole cling to its shaft as Sir drew it back out again and again before sliding it hilt deep inside me once more. It was like an out of body experience. The pleasure of being opened was more than my brain could process and so I watched it from outside myself. I listened to Sir talk about how I was a natural born sub, how my hole was made for this, how I was made for this, and I could think of no counter argument. Why would I want a counter argument? Submitting felt so good. It was so peaceful and clear to give in to what Sir wanted. It has been easy to give in to what Jack wanted. Though I had been the instigator I had obeyed the man earlier today. I had even given in to Jack’s friend when he’d found me still in the bathroom. Submitting was the easiest thing in the world.

 

“Fuck yes,” Sir cooed, pulling the full length of the toy out of me again. “You took that so well. Fuck.” He ran his fingers around my gaping hole. “I’m going to be able to get my whole fucking fist inside you soon.”

 

“Fuck! Really Sir?”

 

“If you want it bad enough you’d be amazed what you can take.”

 

“I want it Sir! I want you to ruin me!”

 

“Oh do you now?”

 

“Yes Sir! I want you to make me into your boy! I want you to make my pussy into a cunt! I want to me yours! I want to serve you. I want you to make me into whatever you want. I want to be the perfect hole for you! I want to be the perfect hole for anyone you want to share me with! Please Sir! Destroy me. Make me into your pig! Your sub! Your cumdump! Your whore! Please Sir!”

 

“Look in the mirror boy.”

 

As I was begging Sir had been twisted and wriggling his fingers inside me. Little by little he’d pressed all four of his fingers into me. Then formed a spear with his hand, his thumb tucked tight to his palm. Very slowly, while I pleaded with him to make me his, he’d pressed his pointed hand into my willing hole and slid his beefy fist into me. Looking in the mirror I gasped as I suddenly understood what I was seeing. My hole clung tightly to his wrist, stretched wider than it ever had been before.

 

“I told you. You’re a natural.” He pulled his hand back and I watched in awe as me hole gaped open to let the widest part of his hand side through. “Deep breath, and then let it out slowly, you’re going to watch me fist you this time.” I did as he said, and watched in amazement as I breathed out and my hole spread easily around his invading digits and swallowed him up to the wrist.

 

“Holy shit,” I panted.

 

“Good boy,” Sir whispered and pulled his hand out again. Almost immediately he pressed it back inside me. It was even easier this time. I just moaned as my hole became a gaping maw and his fist disappeared inside me. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect. From condoms only top to raw fisting bottom in just five days. Who could have imagined it.”

 

“Oh fuck Sir it feels so good! Thank you, Sir!”

 

“That’s it boy,” He said as he took his hand out of my hole. “Open that cunt up for me.”
 

“Cunt Sir?”

 

“Once you can get a my big fucking fist in your hole it’s a cunt boy.”

 

“Thank you for opening me up and making my hole a cunt Sir!”

 

“You’re welcome boy. You should be proud. It took your ex a full week of stretching sessions to get my fist in his guts. I told you, he’s a cumdump. You are a real sub cunt.”

 

“Thank you Sir!”

 

“Now, I think,” he pulled the straining pouch of his jock aside, “you’ve earned this.” He lined up his cock with my abused open hole and rammed it home. There was no need for going slow or getting my hole used to his cock. After his fist taking his cock was easy. It felt simple and perfect. As if it had been made to take this man’s cock. It pressed on all the right places inside me and I lost myself in the crashing waves of pleasure. I watched absently in the mirror above as Sir rammed into my hole. He gripped the chains just below my legs. The sling swung wildly with his thrusts ramming me into his cock with ever increasing speed. I was gone. I became nothing but a whimpering, begging fuck hole for him. I was his toy.

 

I submitted. I gave in. I let go.

 

As Sir built to a climax I started to understand what he meant. Yes I wanted his load, I wanted it more than anything in the world, but there was something else. I wanted to make him feel good. I’d wanted that too when I’d taken Jack to the bathroom, when I’d said yes to his friend fucking me, when Jack and I had gone home together. I’d wanted it when I woke up to Jack sliding his cock inside me. I’d even wanted it when I had pursued Daddy a few hours ago. I’d been the one who had instigated the hook up but once it was happening I’d wanted him to feel good. Moreover, I’d felt pride when they had felt good. Getting them off was making them feel pleasure and that made me happy.

 

A new kind of climax thundered through me as Sir’s cock started to throb inside my hungry cunt. As his load pumped into my guts a euphoric pride washed over me. It came with all the same endorphins as an orgasm but without the physical release. My cock remained tightly locked in its cage, almost soft, a thick river of precum oozing out of it, while my mind experienced all of the joy that comes with climax.

 

Sir bellowed as he fired off the last volleys of cum inside me. He was covered in sweat and grinning ear to ear.

 

“Well done boy.”

 

“Fuck! Thank you, Sir. I love being your hole.”

 

“Good boy. How do you feel.”

 

“I feel… I’ve never felt like this. I’m… I’m proud that my hole made you cum. That my body could give you pleasure like that. I feel… I’m… proud is the wrong word but, I’m excited that my body is able to do these things. I can’t believe I took your fist so easily. I can’t believe how good it feels to have you inside me again Sir. I can’t believe how good it feels to get you to cum, to get a man in general to cum.” I was rambling.

 

“That’s perfect boy. That’s exactly what you should be feeling. You’re coming into your own. You’re becoming the sub you’re meant to be. You’ve given up your cock and…” he turned to the table next to him, picked up a big metallic orange plug, slathered it in lubed and turned back to my ass, “given up your hole.” He pushed the massive plug into me. I grunted as the base locked into place. “Both in record time. Its ok to feel a little overwhelmed. Beginning a new life can be overwhelming. You are in good hands and this is your path.”

 

“Thank you, Sir. I know it is.”

 

Sir wiped his hands on a towel, and started to release my from the restraints. My arms fell onto my chest all the blood rushing back to my hands. He lifted me gingerly from the sling and held me for a moment.

 

“You’ve given up your cock, and your cunt, are you ready to give up your body?”

 

“Yes Sir! I’ll do anything for you!”

 

“Good boy.”

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10.

 

 

 

I followed Sir on shaky legs across the room to a little raised area I hadn’t noticed before.

 

“On your knees in the middle pig,” Sir said commandingly.

 

I stepped up into the little tiled square, noticing a that it had a small lip all the way round and a drain in the middle. It was like a walk-in shower but with no glass or shower head. Still I did as Sir said without question. I knelt down in the middle of the square, right over the drain and looked up at him expectantly.

 

“Open your mouth boy.” Sir said. He was far gruffer than he had ever been before. It made my cock strain in its cage and a glob of precum dripped from the head onto the tiled floor.

 

I looked up into Sir’s eyes and opened my mouth. He grinned at me almost wickedly and grabbed his semi hard cock.

 

“My boys don’t just take my cum,” he said, “keep your mouth open, and don’t forget to swallow.” My eyes flicked down to his cock head just in time to see golden liquid burst forth. It spattered my chest at first, then Sir redirected the stream so it hit me square in my own mouth. My cheeks filled quickly with the hot salty liquid. On instinct I swallowed hurriedly, trying to catch as much of Sir’s hot piss in my mouth as I could. Still it ran down my chin, and onto my chest covering me in his pee.

 

He seemed to be able to piss forever. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of hot liquid. It felt like I was crossing a new line. Just like taking Sir’s raw cock had crossed a line, like then taking Jack’s load had been an even further line. I understood why Sir said this was me giving up my body. I wasn’t just a cumdump. I was a urinal too. My body was for his use. If he wanted to fill me with cum he would. If he wanted to fill me with piss he would do that too.

 

At long last Sir’s stream began to lessen. I leaned forward, moving closer to his cock so to not miss any. Finally I stuck out my tongue and licked the last drip clinging to Sir’s slit.

 

I licked my lips, and swallowed. “Thank you, Sir,” I said looking up into his face again.

 

“Wow boy. That was impressive. I don’t think I’ve seen a boy take to piss drinking like that before. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re special. You’re just meant to be a sub, and subs service men in whatever way they need.”

 

“Sir, can I be honest?”

 

“Of course boy.” He looked concerned.

 

“That was so fucking hot. I never thought about drinking a man’s piss before. It was… holy shit.” I ran my hand over my body collecting droplets of piss and then licked them off my fingers. “That was amazing.”

 

“God you’re fucking perfect boy.” Sir bent down, and caught my chin in his hand. He tipped my face up to his and kissed me deeply. “You’re just so fucking perfect.” After a beat Sir’s face turned gravely serious, “Now, when we’re done here tonight you’re going to be my boy, and that mean’s wearing a collar.” He pointed to the wall where a thick chain and lock, just like the one I’d seen around Dan’s neck hung. “It doesn’t come off. That mean’s showing to the world you’re an owned boy at all times. For me that’s enough of a marker, but you get a choice here. If you want to really look the part, to really look like an idiot faggot cumdump pig slut, I’ll also buzz off those beautiful locks. You won’t look like a cute innocent college boy any more. There will be no hiding, even if you try to tuck your collar away or hide the lock. You’ll look like a sex pig all the time. So I leave that choice up to you. Are you a closet sub? Someone that people maybe suspect of being a plaything for me… or do you want everyone to know?”

 

“Please Sir. Shave my head. Make me into a sex pig.”

 

“Right answer boy.” I looked at him confusedly. “You never really had a choice. If you’d asked me not to shave your head I would have let me friends use you and then tossed you aside. You weren’t the sub I thought you were. You just gave up your body to me. Stay there.”

 

I was shocked, and euphoric at the same time. I would never have guessed he was testing me. Yet I passed. I was still his boy, and the whole world would be able to tell soon. He was going to make me look like a proper sex pig.

 

Sir stepped up onto the little platform, and walked behind me. I tried to turn my head to look at him but he grabbed the top of my head and turned it back forward. I heard him moving around, then the buzzing of clippers. It was happening right now. He grabbed my head in one hand, brought the clippers to the center of my forehead and drew them backwards through my hair. There was no going back now. I had a buzzed striped down the center of my floppy hair.

 

He worked quickly and efferently, tossing big clips of hair aside as he sheered me like a sheep. I was soon surrounded by little tufts of my hair. My cock dripped another big gob of precum and my hole twitched around the fat plug.

 

After about ten minutes the clippers stopped. I looked around me at what had been my hair. Sir dusted me off, got me to my feet and steered me towards a full-length mirror. I didn’t recognize the man looking back at me. He had my face but he was completely different. It wasn’t just the hair, and the cage. There was a look in my eyes, a hunger that I didn’t recognize, but completely understood. It was cock lust. It was what Sir had been growing in me all the time. It was my new persona, my true persona shining through at last.

 

“Thank you, Sir,” was all I could say.

 

“You’re welcome pig. Now there’s one last thing to take care of before your party starts?”

 

“Party Sir?”

 

“Well, gang bang is more accurate. As soon as you told me you’d finally given in and sought out a guy just for his load I started arranging a little get together for you tonight. I did it for your ex remember?” I remembered the pictures of Dan being spit roasted, of the unknown cocks sliding bare into his hole. My own hole pulsed around the plug. “But before the guys get here I want you to record a little video. I have a something fun planned for how we’re going to introduce your ex, and maybe some of your friends to the new you.”

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Thank you - looking forward to the party