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[chainsmokerpig]

Fuck yea this is an amazing story 

Thank you for sharing 

[newboy1689]

11.

 

 

“Look right into the camera,” Sir said, holding his phone up. I was kneeling in the middle of the room now, the wall of sex toys displayed behind me. “Start with your name, and who you belong to, and then in your own words tell the story of how you came to be kneeling on my floor with a nine-inch plug in your recently fisted cum filled cunt, your cock leaking a little caged and your head shaved.” I nodded my understanding, “Alright. Go.”

 

“My name is Tommy and I’m Sir’s cumdump sub pig. I used to be a condoms only top in a monogamous relationship, but Sir helped me realized that I’m actually a sub bottom born to please men and take their loads. It just feels so good.”

 

“Tell your story,” Sir prompted.

 

“It started when my ex cucked me with Sir. I didn’t know it but for months he was taking Sir’s cock behind my back slowly becoming one of Sir’s boys. When Sir finally made him tell me I was shocked but turned on. I didn’t understand it, but when Sir told me to come to his house I couldn’t help but obey…” I told the whole story of the last five days. I looked right into the camera on the back of Sir’s phone and talked about fingering myself till I came thinking about Sir’s dick. I talked about feeling desperate when Sir wouldn’t fuck me and going to the bar with Jack. I said that I was jealous when Jack had gone off with another guy and I’d found out that Jack had bred him. I described in detail how it had felt when Jack had fucked me in the bathroom, and when his friend had come in after. I described hunting for dick online today. I even mentioned finding my ex’s profile and being turned on seeing what a slut he was. Then I talked about coming to Sir’s and giving up my cock, taking his fist and his load, about swallowing his piss, and getting my head shaved. I blinked for a moment at the end of my tale and then looked back into the camera to say, “Sir said he’d turn me into a dumb slut, and he was right. I am a dumb slut. I’m Sir’s boy. I’m a fist pig faggot cumdump whore.”

 

“Good boy. I’m going to take some pictures tonight as my friends use you, and then in the morning we’ll introduce the new you.”

 

“I can’t wait Sir!”

 

Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before Sir’s friends started turning up. He never introduced me to any of them. They just came down into the basement already naked. At first it was just one or two guys. They’d bend me over the fuck bench, or toss me into the sling and use my hole. If there wasn’t another guy to immediately start fucking me they’d slide the plug back into my cunt to keep me open and loose. Sir floated around, talking to his friends, encouraging them to use me and filming them sliding in and out of my hole. Occasionally he’d pan up to my face and have me say something like, “I’m just a cumdump Sir! Fill me with your loads!”

 

Five burly men all roughly Sir’s age, all with large cocks had come and gone after the first two hours. I thought for a moment that was the end of it. Dan had only had eight guys at his party, and gotten like twelve loads, maybe those five were it. Then the group showed up.

 

All at once six guys of various ages and types walked down the basement steps. They ranged in age from probably twenty-five through sixty. A jock, a couple of daddies, an honest to goodness bear, they ran the gambit. The one thing they all had in common was they were packing.

 

I was placed in the middle of the room on the fuck bench, my well-bred ass exposed and vulnerable. Sir attached my legs down to the bench but left my hands loose so I could still jerk guys off. I moaned as dick after dick was slid inside me. While guys waited their turn they would circle around waving their dicks at my face and fucking my throat. Sir kept taking pictures and videos as the guys spit roasted me.

 

After what felt like an hour and almost eight loads I was taken off the bench and lifted onto a mattress where the jock was laying. He dragged me on top of him and slid his cock into my gaping hole. He pulled me tight to his chest and I felt another man get behind me. The bear worked his cock in next to the jock and started to pound me ferociously. I was screaming, but it felt amazing. I was so open and so full of spunk my hole offered no resistance to any of them, it was just pure joy.

 

“Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” I shouted not realizing Sir was right in front of me filming me. I caught his eye and he nodded his approval.

 

The bear let out a mighty roar and another load rushed into my hole. He was soon replaced with another cock that blew its load all over my hole and the jock’s dick. The third guy sliding into my hole next to his cock was too much for the jock. I watched his face scrunch up and his body spasm as he added his deposit.

 

The night ended with my sprawled out glassy eyed on the mattress covered in cum, an even larger plug stuffed in my abused cunt. Sir took one last picture before helping me into a sitting position.

 

“Fuck pig. You did better than I ever could have imagined.

 

“Thank you, Sir,” I said wearily.

 

“There’s just one more thing before you get to go to sleep.”

 

“What’s that Sir?”

 

He held up the thick chain pad lock. I grinned. All of my exhaustion washed out of me.

 

“Stand up boy.” I stepped off the bed and stood in front of Sir. He passed the chain around behind my head and brought the two ends together then slipped the arch of the lock through and closed it with a solid click. I felt the cold metal on my skin and looked down to admire it. “In the sling boy, you’ve got one more load to take.” Sir grabbed his crotch and shook his hard cock at me.

 

I dashed over to the sling and flung myself back into it, the heavy lock around my neck thudding into my chest when I landed. Sir pulled the plug out of my hole with a wet squelch and then slid his cock inside me. He filmed himself sliding in and out of my spent hole and planned up to my face and said, “What are you?”

 

“I’m a faggot cumdump whore.”

 

“Good boy.”

[nwohiosub]

I want to be a pig cumdump like Tommy!!

[backpackguy]

2 hours ago, newboy1689 said:

“I’m a faggot cumdump whore.”

And so am I!!!🧑‍🦰🍊🍆💦💦😈🔥🐽🐷🏳️‍🌈

[newboy1689]

12.

 

 

I stretched, feeling my naked body against the warm sheets of an unfamiliar bed. Slowly I opened my eyes and remembered I was in Sir’s bed. I remember him carrying me upstairs after he’d claimed me, pumping one last load into my abused dripping hole. I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he told me what a good boy I was and how proud of me he was. I nestled backwards and felt his warm firm body behind me. I pressed myself into his skin and felt his chest hair against my back. His hand came up and rubbed my chest, flicking across my nipple. I met his hand and held him there reveling in his touch.

 

Flashes of the night before came back to me as I pushed into his body. I felt the cool metal of the chain around my neck. My morning wood strained against the confines of its cage. I still felt wet between my cheeks, and I could tell my hole was tender even just as I moved my legs. Still when I felt Sir’s own morning wood slipping up my crack I couldn’t help but wriggle my body till his head snagged on my hole and slowly slipped inside me. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself on his beautiful cock, reveling in how good it felt inside my battered hole. Even though I felt worn and used from the night before Sir’s cock felt like heaven sliding in and out of my guts.

 

“Fuck pig,” he growled behind me, “isn’t your cunt sore boy?”

 

“It is Sir, but I could never resist your hard cock.”

“Good boy. Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock and ride me.” He rolled over onto his back, his dick slipping from my hole.

 

I quickly turned over and clambered on top of him. I sat back and his cock easily slid inside me. I marveled at how perfectly his cock fit inside me now. It had seemed so impossibly large the first time he’d fucked me but after last night my hole opened for him with ease. I bounced up and down, tightening my cock around his shaft as I did.

 

“Fuck yes boy, ride that cock. Milk my load out of me. Take my morning wood deep in your pussy. Your cunt feels so fucking good after last night. How does it feel taking my cock in you after all those loads last night?”

 

“It feels amazing Sir. Like my pussy was made for your cock. It just slid in so easy. It feels so good. Fuck Sir! Thank you, Sir!”

 

“For what boy?”

 

“For showing me who I truly am. I can’t imagine going back to how I was before. I can’t believe I ever thought I was a top. I can’t believe I ever thought I was anything other than a bottom. I can’t believe there was a time I didn’t know I was meant to be a sub. Fuck Sir! I want to be here to service your hard cock every morning. I want to be able to service you whenever you want.” I was bouncing so hard my ass made a slapping sound against Sir’s thighs. I was panting between breaths. Now his cock was inside me I needed his load. I needed to feel him cum. I needed to see him happy.

 

“Just like that pig. Just like that. Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you up. Keep riding my dick. Fucking slut!”

 

“Please Sir! Please let me have your load! Please let me make you feel good! Please let me get you off! Please give me your cum!”

 

“Fucking beg for it you cum hungry slut.”

 

“Please! Please, please Sir! Breed me!”

 

Sir grabbed me by the hips and forced me down as he thrust up into me. He jammed his cock balls deep inside me and started to unload. More thick hot sperm pumped into me and I collapsed forward onto his hairy chest. He picked my head up from where it lay on his shoulder and drew me close. For a long moment he just looked into my eyes, and then he kissed me. A deep passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it and treasuring it at the same time. He wrapped his big arms around me, his cock still twitching in my hole.

 

“I’m so proud of you boy, and the faggot you’ve become.”

 

“Thank you, Sir! Really thank you.”

 

“You ready to reintroduce yourself to the world?”

 

“Yes Sir! I am.”

 

“Good boy, go get your phone. Its still with your clothes by the front door.”

 

I got slowly off of Sir’s cock, and still naked except for my collar and cage, rushed downstairs. My clothes were folded neatly on the side table by the door. I fished my phone out of my pants pocket and ran back up to Sir’s bedroom before even checking it.

 

“Alright boy,” said Sir, his own phone in his hand, “Here are the photos and videos from last night.” He AirDropped the over to me. “Let’s start with an easy one. Text the picture of you freshly locked and collared to your friend, Jack was it, as a thank you for helping you on your path.”

 

I opened my texts with Jack. “I can’t wait to see what you look like owned! Have fun slut.” I smiled at Jack’s last message and then texted him the picture and added, “Thank you for your help, and all your loads.”

 

Grinning I showed my phone to Sir. “Good boy,” he responded. “One more easy one. Send the same photo to the guy you found yesterday, and tell him if he ever needs a cumdump to message you and you’ll be right there.”

 

Dutifully I did as Sir said and sent the picture and message. Just as I finished that Jack responded.

“Holy fucking shit! You look so fucking hot as a sub. I cant wait to get in your owned faggot cunt. I hope Sir will share you with me.”

 

I turned the phone to Sir who said, “Tell him my boys cunts are available to any real man so long as the promise to send them back with a cunt full of sperm.”

 

“Sir says as long as you breed me good you can use me any time.”

 

“Fuck yes! I can’t wait. I’m gonna breed you all the time!”

 

“Alright boy. Now for the hard one. So, at my request you haven’t told your ex anything about what we’ve been doing. I’m guessing he might have seen you on that hook up app, he gets a lot of dick there, but neither of us have told him anything. He made a cuck of you for all those months taking my loads, begging for my cock, slowly becoming my boy; and now you’ve turned the table. You’ve made him a cuck as you transformed into my sub. Now you have to tell him. You’ve got to confess too. Just like telling you that he was really a cum slut was the only way for him to really become who he is; you telling him that you’re an owned faggot sub is the only way for you to completely become who you are. Tell him you have a confession to make, tell him how hot you found it seeing him get used that first day, and then tell him whats happened to you. When it’s right send him that same photo followed by the last video I sent you. Once you’ve done that come down stairs and find me.”
 

“You’re not going to stay here Sir?”

 

“No pig. You have to do this. It’s your last step. You need to do this to truly be who you are. You could have stopped at some many moments. You could have never come here, or just discovered a love of raw sex and no needed more. You could have been happy getting fucked by your college buddies. No the need inside you was too much. You have to finish your path. Tell Dan who you truly are and you and he will be my boys.” Sir caught me up in his arms and kissed me. With a pat on the ass he left the room still naked.

 

I looked at myself in the mirror standing in the corner of the room for a moment. I took in my rumpled hair, the cum dried on my chest. I touched the chain around my neck, feeling its weight. My fingers fondled the lock resting just below my clavicle. Slowly they traced their way down my stomach to grasp the cage around my cock. I felt the wetness at the tip and lapped up my own precum. My one hand continued its journey along my body, finally coming to my ass. I felt my hairy cheeks crusted with dried cum from the night before. I felt my hole. I felt the slick wetness there. I felt my now battered hole. It was transformed. Five days ago it had been a tight college boy’s hole. It had only ever been fucked a handful of times, and always with a condom. Now… now my hole was loose enough to take a fist and full of loads from a dozen strangers. Sir was right.

 

I picked up my phone again and pulled up my ex’s number. I was nervous. I wanted it to go well. I wanted him to be as turned on by my transformation as I had been his.

 

I typed out a couple of greetings before finally landing on, “What no cage check this morning?”

 

With my message sent I sat nervously on Sir’s bed looking at all the photos and videos he’d taken last night. It had been wild to experience but somehow looking at the images was even more shocking. I guess I’d never imagined what I looked like getting fucked, let alone what I looked like getting spit roasted or double penetrated. It looked like something from a porno. I flicked through watching as my hole slowly opened up becoming more and more red and bruised from the onslaught of cocks Sir had arranged for me. I stared into my own eyes as the bulged the first time I took two dicks at once. “Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” The words sounded like they’d come from someone else, even though it was my voice and I could see myself saying them in the video. A steady stream of precum was pouring from the end of my cage and my hole was practically quivering.

 

My phone pinged. A picture of Dan standing fully naked in the locker room, his cage proudly on display filled my screen. “Happy?” he replied.

 

“Very.”

 

“You like seeing my caged cock don’t you?”

 

“You have no idea how hot it is.”

 

“Did you notice it’s smaller? Sir downsized me yesterday. He said he was going to use my old cage to break in a new faggot. Some dumb slut he’d corrupted.”

 

“Dan I have a confession to make.”

 

“What…?”

 

“Those pics you sent that first night, when you told me about Sir were so fucking hot I was so turned on.”
 

“I know you asked me all about it.”

 

“Well there’s more. Sir texted me too. That night. He texted me saying that you were his now and sent me a pic of you with your head shaved, caged, and collared. I didn’t know what to do with it it was so hot.”

 

“I know he sent that. He told me.”

 

“Well he kept texting me. Telling me what a big slut he’d made you and… well… he sort of tripped me up into confessing that when I was watching all those videos of you getting bred I wasn’t jealous that someone else was fucking my boyfriend… I was jealous that I wanted to be the one getting bred.”

 

“Fuck! Tommy did you bottom? Did you get bred?!”

 

“Several times,” I replied, wildly underselling what a slut I had become.

 

“Fuck that’s hot! Who bred you?”

 

“Well… the first time… it was Sir.”

 

“WHAT?!”

 

“He was texting me about you.” I was typing as fast as I could, “Telling me how he’d corrupted you, and how you’d begged him to use you while we were still together. Once I said that I wasn’t jealous of other guys fucking you but that I wanted to get fucked like that he told me to come to his house the next day. I hadn’t intended to go, but then the time came and I just… I just obeyed.”

 

“Are you serious?”

 

“It was… it was intoxicating being around him. He had this power over me. I just wanted to submit to him. He got me to suck his cock, and then he ate my hole out for what felt like hours. He fingered me. Then finally… he fucked me and gave me my first load.”

 

“Holy shit? When was this? Last night?”

 

“No… five days ago. You were in the basement. You texted me saying he’d had you down there while he used some slut. It was me. I was the slut he was using. He told me that for boys like me getting bred was addictive. I thought he’d been exaggerating, but he was right. After that first load getting fucked by him again was all I could think about… but Sir said he wouldn’t fuck me again till I’d proven myself… till I was lost in the cock lust. Two nights ago I went to Tunnel with Jack and ended up getting bred by him in the bathroom… then his friend, and then I went home with Jack and he gave me another load. Plus one more in the morning…”

 

“Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me…?”

 

“Yesterday I downloaded a hook up app… and found this daddy. I begged him to breed me. So with Jack’s load still in me I went to his house and took his load too. Which was finally enough for Sir. He told me to come right over after I told him. He said I was ready to submit, and he made me into my true self.” Hands shaking I sent Dan the picture of me collared and caged, just like the one Sir had sent me of him.

 

There was a long pause before Dan’s response came. “Holy shit. You’re telling the truth. You’re the dumb slut Sir caged yesterday. You’ve got the cage on I had before he downsized me. You’ve shaved your head. Fuck! I want to be mad but its so hot seeing you like that. Please tell me he wrecked your tight little cunt too!”

 

“It’s not so tight or little now. When I got here yesterday he locked my cock up first. Then he took me to the playroom and fucked me with a massive dildo, followed by his fingers till his whole fist was inside me. After he bred my gaping hole he shaved and collared me. Then he invited all his friends over.” I sent a handful of the photos Sir had taken and the video of me taking my first double penetration confessing that I was a faggot into the camera.

 

“Fuck! Where are you now?”

 

“I’m in Sir’s bedroom. He’s waiting for me to come downstairs and tell him that I’ve confessed my true nature to you.”

 

“What is your true nature? So far you’ve told me what you’ve done, not what you’ve become.”

 

“I’m a faggot cumdump whore sub pig, made to be used and bred by real me. I’m Sir’s boy.”

 

“Good boy, now you can go tell Sir you’ve confessed and hopefully I can come over and see your fucking wrecked cunt. Holy shit. Its so hot thinking about the guy who used to fuck me and pull out to cum on my ass is now a bottom. Not just a bottom a fucking sub whore with a ruined cum filled pussy! Fuck!”

 

I rushed downstairs, my phone still in my hand, and found Sir sitting naked at the table drinking a cup of coffee.

 

“I did it Sir! I confessed!”

 

“Let me see your phone, I want to see what you two said.” Obediently I handed over my phone. Sir took a moment scrolling through my messages with Dan, a smile slowly growing on his face. When he looked up at me he was beaming. “That was perfect boy, and he took it even better than I thought he would.”

 

Sir took up his own phone and sent a text. A moment later my phone buzzed and I looked down to see a group message with both me and Dan. “Boy, come over. I want to show you the faggot your ex boyfriend’s become.”

 

Dan’s text was almost instant, “Yes Sir! Be right there!”

 

Sir took me down to the playroom while we waited for Dan. He must have run over because less than ten minutes later we heard the front door open and then a moment later Dan came pelting down the basement steps already naked. From my position kneeling on the floor in front of Sir I took in Dan’s transformed boy for the first time in person. The cage around his cock was only an inch and a half long, and his cock was straining against it. His pert chest perfectly framed the gold lock hanging from his chain. He looked fucking sexy.

 

“On the floor next to the other one,” Sir said by way of greeting. Without saying anything to me Dan knelt down next to me and faced Sir. “Before I leave you two to get reacquainted as your true selves I want to explain how things are going to work for around here. Collectively you will be known as my pigs, and from now on you are boy,” he pointed at Dan, “and you are faggot,” he pointed at me. “Boys and faggots are not the same. Boys are cumdumps, hungry little sluts. They live to be fucked. Faggots are subs, they serve everyone. Boys even get to play with faggots from time to time. That’s just who the two of you are. I didn’t make you that way, I just helped you figure it out. While it might be weird for you both for a little while, I think you’ll both settle into your new lives quite nicely.

 

“No I imagine the two of you are eager to spend some time discovering what’s changed about each other in the last week. SO, I’m going to leave you alone down here to get to know each other again. Ill be upstairs working. Then this afternoon you’re each gonna go visit a couple of friends of mine who don’t have pigs of their own. You two have fun… oh and boy, you might be excited to know yesterday your ex learned he loves drinking right from the tap.”

 

With that Sir left, and Dan… boy and I were left kneeling on the floor. We waited till Sir had gone up the steps and closed the door to move.  

 

“Go get in the piss corner,” boy said grinning wickedly. “I wanna unload down your throat before I get my tongue in your cummy pussy.”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard what Sir said… Faggots serve boys. So open up.”

 

 

Neither of us spent much time at our apartments from then on. If we weren’t at class we were usually at Sir’s place servicing either him or his friends. Sometimes we’d go out with our friends from college. A few of them thought maybe we were still together because we were still so clothes. Others were confused by the shift in our dynamic. Most however knew exactly what we were and took advantage of that fact often. Jack fucked me every day after out Stats class all the next semester. I saw the Daddy at least one a week. I drank every load of Sir and boy’s piss that I could. In my free time I rode bigger and bigger toys till Sir had to start buying new ones. I loved what I had become. I had found my purpose.

 

I am an idiot faggot sub cumdump pig whore. I was made to be used and bred. I’m a hole for men. I’m Sir’s faggot.

[Chubbytransguy]

Damn right he’s a faggot! Makes me wish I could find a Sir. I would drink gallons of his piss and cum till my fag stomach bulges out and I’m just a hole for him and anybody he says. 

[nwohiosub]

I hope the story is not over yet.

[backpackguy]

7 hours ago, newboy1689 said:

12.

 

 

I stretched, feeling my naked body against the warm sheets of an unfamiliar bed. Slowly I opened my eyes and remembered I was in Sir’s bed. I remember him carrying me upstairs after he’d claimed me, pumping one last load into my abused dripping hole. I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he told me what a good boy I was and how proud of me he was. I nestled backwards and felt his warm firm body behind me. I pressed myself into his skin and felt his chest hair against my back. His hand came up and rubbed my chest, flicking across my nipple. I met his hand and held him there reveling in his touch.

 

Flashes of the night before came back to me as I pushed into his body. I felt the cool metal of the chain around my neck. My morning wood strained against the confines of its cage. I still felt wet between my cheeks, and I could tell my hole was tender even just as I moved my legs. Still when I felt Sir’s own morning wood slipping up my crack I couldn’t help but wriggle my body till his head snagged on my hole and slowly slipped inside me. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself on his beautiful cock, reveling in how good it felt inside my battered hole. Even though I felt worn and used from the night before Sir’s cock felt like heaven sliding in and out of my guts.

 

“Fuck pig,” he growled behind me, “isn’t your cunt sore boy?”

 

“It is Sir, but I could never resist your hard cock.”

“Good boy. Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock and ride me.” He rolled over onto his back, his dick slipping from my hole.

 

I quickly turned over and clambered on top of him. I sat back and his cock easily slid inside me. I marveled at how perfectly his cock fit inside me now. It had seemed so impossibly large the first time he’d fucked me but after last night my hole opened for him with ease. I bounced up and down, tightening my cock around his shaft as I did.

 

“Fuck yes boy, ride that cock. Milk my load out of me. Take my morning wood deep in your pussy. Your cunt feels so fucking good after last night. How does it feel taking my cock in you after all those loads last night?”

 

“It feels amazing Sir. Like my pussy was made for your cock. It just slid in so easy. It feels so good. Fuck Sir! Thank you, Sir!”

 

“For what boy?”

 

“For showing me who I truly am. I can’t imagine going back to how I was before. I can’t believe I ever thought I was a top. I can’t believe I ever thought I was anything other than a bottom. I can’t believe there was a time I didn’t know I was meant to be a sub. Fuck Sir! I want to be here to service your hard cock every morning. I want to be able to service you whenever you want.” I was bouncing so hard my ass made a slapping sound against Sir’s thighs. I was panting between breaths. Now his cock was inside me I needed his load. I needed to feel him cum. I needed to see him happy.

 

“Just like that pig. Just like that. Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you up. Keep riding my dick. Fucking slut!”

 

“Please Sir! Please let me have your load! Please let me make you feel good! Please let me get you off! Please give me your cum!”

 

“Fucking beg for it you cum hungry slut.”

 

“Please! Please, please Sir! Breed me!”

 

Sir grabbed me by the hips and forced me down as he thrust up into me. He jammed his cock balls deep inside me and started to unload. More thick hot sperm pumped into me and I collapsed forward onto his hairy chest. He picked my head up from where it lay on his shoulder and drew me close. For a long moment he just looked into my eyes, and then he kissed me. A deep passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it and treasuring it at the same time. He wrapped his big arms around me, his cock still twitching in my hole.

 

“I’m so proud of you boy, and the faggot you’ve become.”

 

“Thank you, Sir! Really thank you.”

 

“You ready to reintroduce yourself to the world?”

 

“Yes Sir! I am.”

 

“Good boy, go get your phone. Its still with your clothes by the front door.”

 

I got slowly off of Sir’s cock, and still naked except for my collar and cage, rushed downstairs. My clothes were folded neatly on the side table by the door. I fished my phone out of my pants pocket and ran back up to Sir’s bedroom before even checking it.

 

“Alright boy,” said Sir, his own phone in his hand, “Here are the photos and videos from last night.” He AirDropped the over to me. “Let’s start with an easy one. Text the picture of you freshly locked and collared to your friend, Jack was it, as a thank you for helping you on your path.”

 

I opened my texts with Jack. “I can’t wait to see what you look like owned! Have fun slut.” I smiled at Jack’s last message and then texted him the picture and added, “Thank you for your help, and all your loads.”

 

Grinning I showed my phone to Sir. “Good boy,” he responded. “One more easy one. Send the same photo to the guy you found yesterday, and tell him if he ever needs a cumdump to message you and you’ll be right there.”

 

Dutifully I did as Sir said and sent the picture and message. Just as I finished that Jack responded.

“Holy fucking shit! You look so fucking hot as a sub. I cant wait to get in your owned faggot cunt. I hope Sir will share you with me.”

 

I turned the phone to Sir who said, “Tell him my boys cunts are available to any real man so long as the promise to send them back with a cunt full of sperm.”

 

“Sir says as long as you breed me good you can use me any time.”

 

“Fuck yes! I can’t wait. I’m gonna breed you all the time!”

 

“Alright boy. Now for the hard one. So, at my request you haven’t told your ex anything about what we’ve been doing. I’m guessing he might have seen you on that hook up app, he gets a lot of dick there, but neither of us have told him anything. He made a cuck of you for all those months taking my loads, begging for my cock, slowly becoming my boy; and now you’ve turned the table. You’ve made him a cuck as you transformed into my sub. Now you have to tell him. You’ve got to confess too. Just like telling you that he was really a cum slut was the only way for him to really become who he is; you telling him that you’re an owned faggot sub is the only way for you to completely become who you are. Tell him you have a confession to make, tell him how hot you found it seeing him get used that first day, and then tell him whats happened to you. When it’s right send him that same photo followed by the last video I sent you. Once you’ve done that come down stairs and find me.”
 

“You’re not going to stay here Sir?”

 

“No pig. You have to do this. It’s your last step. You need to do this to truly be who you are. You could have stopped at some many moments. You could have never come here, or just discovered a love of raw sex and no needed more. You could have been happy getting fucked by your college buddies. No the need inside you was too much. You have to finish your path. Tell Dan who you truly are and you and he will be my boys.” Sir caught me up in his arms and kissed me. With a pat on the ass he left the room still naked.

 

I looked at myself in the mirror standing in the corner of the room for a moment. I took in my rumpled hair, the cum dried on my chest. I touched the chain around my neck, feeling its weight. My fingers fondled the lock resting just below my clavicle. Slowly they traced their way down my stomach to grasp the cage around my cock. I felt the wetness at the tip and lapped up my own precum. My one hand continued its journey along my body, finally coming to my ass. I felt my hairy cheeks crusted with dried cum from the night before. I felt my hole. I felt the slick wetness there. I felt my now battered hole. It was transformed. Five days ago it had been a tight college boy’s hole. It had only ever been fucked a handful of times, and always with a condom. Now… now my hole was loose enough to take a fist and full of loads from a dozen strangers. Sir was right.

 

I picked up my phone again and pulled up my ex’s number. I was nervous. I wanted it to go well. I wanted him to be as turned on by my transformation as I had been his.

 

I typed out a couple of greetings before finally landing on, “What no cage check this morning?”

 

With my message sent I sat nervously on Sir’s bed looking at all the photos and videos he’d taken last night. It had been wild to experience but somehow looking at the images was even more shocking. I guess I’d never imagined what I looked like getting fucked, let alone what I looked like getting spit roasted or double penetrated. It looked like something from a porno. I flicked through watching as my hole slowly opened up becoming more and more red and bruised from the onslaught of cocks Sir had arranged for me. I stared into my own eyes as the bulged the first time I took two dicks at once. “Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” The words sounded like they’d come from someone else, even though it was my voice and I could see myself saying them in the video. A steady stream of precum was pouring from the end of my cage and my hole was practically quivering.

 

My phone pinged. A picture of Dan standing fully naked in the locker room, his cage proudly on display filled my screen. “Happy?” he replied.

 

“Very.”

 

“You like seeing my caged cock don’t you?”

 

“You have no idea how hot it is.”

 

“Did you notice it’s smaller? Sir downsized me yesterday. He said he was going to use my old cage to break in a new faggot. Some dumb slut he’d corrupted.”

 

“Dan I have a confession to make.”

 

“What…?”

 

“Those pics you sent that first night, when you told me about Sir were so fucking hot I was so turned on.”
 

“I know you asked me all about it.”

 

“Well there’s more. Sir texted me too. That night. He texted me saying that you were his now and sent me a pic of you with your head shaved, caged, and collared. I didn’t know what to do with it it was so hot.”

 

“I know he sent that. He told me.”

 

“Well he kept texting me. Telling me what a big slut he’d made you and… well… he sort of tripped me up into confessing that when I was watching all those videos of you getting bred I wasn’t jealous that someone else was fucking my boyfriend… I was jealous that I wanted to be the one getting bred.”

 

“Fuck! Tommy did you bottom? Did you get bred?!”

 

“Several times,” I replied, wildly underselling what a slut I had become.

 

“Fuck that’s hot! Who bred you?”

 

“Well… the first time… it was Sir.”

 

“WHAT?!”

 

“He was texting me about you.” I was typing as fast as I could, “Telling me how he’d corrupted you, and how you’d begged him to use you while we were still together. Once I said that I wasn’t jealous of other guys fucking you but that I wanted to get fucked like that he told me to come to his house the next day. I hadn’t intended to go, but then the time came and I just… I just obeyed.”

 

“Are you serious?”

 

“It was… it was intoxicating being around him. He had this power over me. I just wanted to submit to him. He got me to suck his cock, and then he ate my hole out for what felt like hours. He fingered me. Then finally… he fucked me and gave me my first load.”

 

“Holy shit? When was this? Last night?”

 

“No… five days ago. You were in the basement. You texted me saying he’d had you down there while he used some slut. It was me. I was the slut he was using. He told me that for boys like me getting bred was addictive. I thought he’d been exaggerating, but he was right. After that first load getting fucked by him again was all I could think about… but Sir said he wouldn’t fuck me again till I’d proven myself… till I was lost in the cock lust. Two nights ago I went to Tunnel with Jack and ended up getting bred by him in the bathroom… then his friend, and then I went home with Jack and he gave me another load. Plus one more in the morning…”

 

“Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me…?”

 

“Yesterday I downloaded a hook up app… and found this daddy. I begged him to breed me. So with Jack’s load still in me I went to his house and took his load too. Which was finally enough for Sir. He told me to come right over after I told him. He said I was ready to submit, and he made me into my true self.” Hands shaking I sent Dan the picture of me collared and caged, just like the one Sir had sent me of him.

 

There was a long pause before Dan’s response came. “Holy shit. You’re telling the truth. You’re the dumb slut Sir caged yesterday. You’ve got the cage on I had before he downsized me. You’ve shaved your head. Fuck! I want to be mad but its so hot seeing you like that. Please tell me he wrecked your tight little cunt too!”

 

“It’s not so tight or little now. When I got here yesterday he locked my cock up first. Then he took me to the playroom and fucked me with a massive dildo, followed by his fingers till his whole fist was inside me. After he bred my gaping hole he shaved and collared me. Then he invited all his friends over.” I sent a handful of the photos Sir had taken and the video of me taking my first double penetration confessing that I was a faggot into the camera.

 

“Fuck! Where are you now?”

 

“I’m in Sir’s bedroom. He’s waiting for me to come downstairs and tell him that I’ve confessed my true nature to you.”

 

“What is your true nature? So far you’ve told me what you’ve done, not what you’ve become.”

 

“I’m a faggot cumdump whore sub pig, made to be used and bred by real me. I’m Sir’s boy.”

 

“Good boy, now you can go tell Sir you’ve confessed and hopefully I can come over and see your fucking wrecked cunt. Holy shit. Its so hot thinking about the guy who used to fuck me and pull out to cum on my ass is now a bottom. Not just a bottom a fucking sub whore with a ruined cum filled pussy! Fuck!”

 

I rushed downstairs, my phone still in my hand, and found Sir sitting naked at the table drinking a cup of coffee.

 

“I did it Sir! I confessed!”

 

“Let me see your phone, I want to see what you two said.” Obediently I handed over my phone. Sir took a moment scrolling through my messages with Dan, a smile slowly growing on his face. When he looked up at me he was beaming. “That was perfect boy, and he took it even better than I thought he would.”

 

Sir took up his own phone and sent a text. A moment later my phone buzzed and I looked down to see a group message with both me and Dan. “Boy, come over. I want to show you the faggot your ex boyfriend’s become.”

 

Dan’s text was almost instant, “Yes Sir! Be right there!”

 

Sir took me down to the playroom while we waited for Dan. He must have run over because less than ten minutes later we heard the front door open and then a moment later Dan came pelting down the basement steps already naked. From my position kneeling on the floor in front of Sir I took in Dan’s transformed boy for the first time in person. The cage around his cock was only an inch and a half long, and his cock was straining against it. His pert chest perfectly framed the gold lock hanging from his chain. He looked fucking sexy.

 

“On the floor next to the other one,” Sir said by way of greeting. Without saying anything to me Dan knelt down next to me and faced Sir. “Before I leave you two to get reacquainted as your true selves I want to explain how things are going to work for around here. Collectively you will be known as my pigs, and from now on you are boy,” he pointed at Dan, “and you are faggot,” he pointed at me. “Boys and faggots are not the same. Boys are cumdumps, hungry little sluts. They live to be fucked. Faggots are subs, they serve everyone. Boys even get to play with faggots from time to time. That’s just who the two of you are. I didn’t make you that way, I just helped you figure it out. While it might be weird for you both for a little while, I think you’ll both settle into your new lives quite nicely.

 

“No I imagine the two of you are eager to spend some time discovering what’s changed about each other in the last week. SO, I’m going to leave you alone down here to get to know each other again. Ill be upstairs working. Then this afternoon you’re each gonna go visit a couple of friends of mine who don’t have pigs of their own. You two have fun… oh and boy, you might be excited to know yesterday your ex learned he loves drinking right from the tap.”

 

With that Sir left, and Dan… boy and I were left kneeling on the floor. We waited till Sir had gone up the steps and closed the door to move.  

 

“Go get in the piss corner,” boy said grinning wickedly. “I wanna unload down your throat before I get my tongue in your cummy pussy.”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard what Sir said… Faggots serve boys. So open up.”

 

 

Neither of us spent much time at our apartments from then on. If we weren’t at class we were usually at Sir’s place servicing either him or his friends. Sometimes we’d go out with our friends from college. A few of them thought maybe we were still together because we were still so clothes. Others were confused by the shift in our dynamic. Most however knew exactly what we were and took advantage of that fact often. Jack fucked me every day after out Stats class all the next semester. I saw the Daddy at least one a week. I drank every load of Sir and boy’s piss that I could. In my free time I rode bigger and bigger toys till Sir had to start buying new ones. I loved what I had become. I had found my purpose.

 

I am an idiot faggot sub cumdump pig whore. I was made to be used and bred. I’m a hole for men. I’m Sir’s faggot.

Soooooo true...faggot sub cumdump pig whore in-training here!

[pozpopperpig]

OH fuck!  So fucking HOT!  Love it!

[Lorenzo]

This was an amazing read. It hit all the right triggers. A rise to a true faggot I would have loved to happen to me.

[Hunter22]

What a fucking hot story! I can see a lot of myself in faggot 🐷

[Erik62]

YES👍👍🍆. I'm totally loving this. Keep writing 🐷🐷🐷.