New Beginning

[badjujuboy]

New Beginning Part 3 

For the next few days, no matter what I did, I just couldn’t get Jack out of my head. There was just something about the way he treated me that I couldn’t shake. The minute he put that collar on me, something happened. I was nothing but a fucking hole to him and I liked it. A few days later, I finally decided to call him.  

"Took you long enough, boy. I figured you'd be calling me sooner," he chuckled over the phone. "Though, you were kind of off when I left you." 

“Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I needed time to process everything, Sir,” I admitted. 

There, I had said it. I had called him "Sir" again and without thinking. 

“Well, boy, I understand. It was your first time living it out. But you liked it, didn’t you?” 

“Fuck yeah, Sir,” I moaned, telling him I couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

“Thought so,” he chuckled, “How about we officially start your training next weekend? You know the drill. No need to bring anything with you. I’ll pick you up at the terminal on Friday about 7:00.” 

“Yes, Sir,” I grinned, “Thanks,” and hung up.  

So, the next week, Jack stuck to his word and started my training. Looking back now, I realize he had already started that first night, whether I picked up on it or not. From the start, he’d keep me collared and jockstrapped when I was at his place. But even then, he gave me the space to explore and be trained at my own pace with no pressure, no expectations. Still, he always had a way of throwing in new ideas, especially when I was spun.  

One of the first things he did was tell me that my hole was a cunt. At first, it bothered me, knowing the meaning. He just said it was just another word for my hole and swore it was the perfect way to describe it. With constant reinforcement and the Tina he fed me, I finally accepted it. I had a cunt. That’s when Jack finally introduced me to his world. 

And like I said, he was great at putting ideas in my head and making me want to do it. At first, it was small stuff like wanting me to increase my workouts and keep myself smooth. I was settling in quickly, and seeing me own it, made him want to push things further. Even though I wanted to please him, I worried I’d disappoint him. Sometimes after unloading in me, he’d be distant and ignore me. It only made me want him more. I’d lay there fingering myself, feeling his load in me and wondering what I did wrong. But I was always too scared to ask. Then, he’d just grunt, pull me to his cock and I was happy again. It was only later that I realized he was letting me figure out if this was what I really wanted. 

The first thing he had me work on was piss, starting me out with a watered-down version before I got to the full-strength. I still remember that. Like usual after getting fucked, I was on my knees between his legs, cleaning his cock. 

“Good boy,” Jack told me, feeding me some poppers, “Time for you to show me what else that cuntmouth can do. Open wide.” 

I just nodded, realizing I was finally getting a taste of him directly from the tap. Dehydrated, I was fucking thirsty and opened up, slipping my outstretched tongue under the tip as his chem piss started pouring out.  

“Please, Daddy, give it to me,” I begged, looking up at him. 

As soon as I felt it hit my tongue, my mouth moved to cover the head of his cock. His smile stayed on me as I held the first stream of hot piss, taking in the taste. 

“All of it,” he growled, “Show me what a fucking thirsty pig you are.” 

Moaning, I took the whole shaft, feeling my lips pressing against his crotch, and started swallowing. I was struggling but kept at it, my stomach expanding from all the piss he was feeding me. When it finally slowed, I relaxed and leaned back to enjoy the last drops. Done, he lifted my face and flashed a smile. 

“You’ve done good, boy,” hawking a wad of spit into my open mouth. 

“Thanks, Daddy,” I smiled, swallowing the gob. 

After that, I drank his piss whenever he let me, just to show him how much I wanted to please him. It only made him push me more, feeding me cloud after cloud. That’s when he mentioned how it’d be hot having me service his friends and other subs, talking about it like it was already a done deal. I loved the way he talked about me like I was his property, and before I knew it, I was begging him to do it. Yeah, I really got into that, especially servicing another boy while he serviced Jack. Afterwards, he’d start telling me what a good cuntboy I was, doing everything he wanted. And that’s what I ended up being, his cuntboy. The first time I said it felt like the final step, erasing any doubts I had about what he was doing with me.  

Sure, I still had two separate lives, but when I was with him, everything just felt right, and I started exploring more of that side of myself, sometimes with him and sometimes with others which I always told him about. Jack would sometimes spend the weekend with me, even if we didn’t go out together. Those were the times when I’d go home after being with a guy and crawl into bed and wake him up and tell him what happened. He’d just smile and ask me all about it.  

It was one of these nights that I came home after being fucked by a couple I’d met at the leather bar. After leaving their place, I headed home and, in the entryway, stripped down to my jockstrap, slipped on my collar, and headed into the bedroom where Jack was still awake. Seems I had just missed one of his fuck buddies. Smiling, he grabbed the pipe, lit it, and handed it to me.  

“Have some and tell me what happened,” he growled, slipping his fingers into me and feeling the two loads. 

Taking a couple of hits, I crawled into bed and told him about how I was standing there on the balcony at the bar drinking a beer and saw them.  

“The older one was about your age, blond, booted in jeans, muscled, and harnessed with a wide leather strap going down into his crotch, making a huge bulge. His boy was older than me, mid 30s, but smooth like me. Boy had black buzz cut and was just booted and jocked with a locked chain collar. You should have seen his tits, though. Fucking huge rings through them.” 

“You liked that did you?” Jack smiled, gripping my tit and squeezing. 

“Fuck yeah,” I moaned, feeling the pressure increasing. “So good. Harder...” 

“Go on, boy, tell me more,” he growled, urging me on with the pain. 

“It’s like no one else existed for them. They just stood there, making out and ignoring everyone. At that point, I gulped down my beer to get my nerve up and walked up to them. It was the older one that first noticed me.  

‘Hello, Sir,’ I said to him. 

‘Hey, boy,” he answered, checking me out and then looking at his boy. “We were wondering about you. Weren’t we?” 

Boy turned to me and smiled, “Yeah, we were,” grabbing my face and started kissing me.  

The next thing I know, the three of us were making out. Fuck, I loved it, feeling both their tongues in my mouth. I’d been watching them for a while and saw how they brushed off the other guys trying to get with them. After a bit, boy grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me down with him onto our knees.” 

“Yeah?” Jack perked up, sliding a second finger inside me. “Felt good, huh, on your knees ready to serve?” 

“Shit, yeah. I did, being down on my knees in the bar where everyone could see me. We kept making out on our knees until he grabbed my shoulders. 

‘Show him how much you want this,’ he told me, pushing me down to the cap of his owner’s boot.  

I fucking didn’t need to be told again, Sir. My mouth was on it, and started licking it, tasting the boot black.  

‘That’s it. Worship his boots,’ boy told me, and he went down on the other boot. 

Fuck, it was so hot, being there next to another boy, both of us worshipping a pair of boots in front of everyone. I kept on his boot, wanting to prove what a cuntboy I was.” 

I could tell Jack was into it, me saying I wanted to prove what a cuntboy I was, and he started to fuck me with his fingers.  

“Fucking proud of you,” he growled, “What else?” 

“Then, after a bit, he lifted his boot, signaling us to get up,” I groaned, feeling Jack’s fingers opening me up.  

“We both just stood there, until I saw boy open his mouth and show his tongue. Fuck, it was black! Seeing it, his owner hawked a wad of spit onto his tongue, then turned to me. I knew then what to do and showed him mine. He nodded and spat into my mouth. But before I could swallow it, boy grabbed my head and started kissing me and we swapped the spit. Next thing I know, I’m being ordered to follow them. Fuck, I was loving it. Everyone was watching me leaving with them.” 

Jack was really getting into it, asking for more details as he fed me more clouds. When I finished the details of my night with them, he sat back, raising his hands behind his head and smiled. 

“So, this couple,” Jack chuckled, “You ever get their names?” 

“Yeah, Max is the older one. He’s Leo’s owner. At least that what he says he is.” 

“Fucking Max,” he laughed, “So he’s back in town, huh?” 

Surprised, I exhaled a cloud, “You know them?” 

“Yeah. I do,” he smiled, grabbing the pipe and taking a hit. “We’ll have to make sure you get another round. That boy of his is one mutherfucking pig.” 

“Shit,” I moaned, taking Jack’s cock into my mouth, thinking about us all together. 

“Goddamn cuntmouth,” he grunted, shoving his cock down my throat. 

Then, out of nowhere, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. At first, I was surprised but was so turned on by all the talk that I just went with it and kept sucking on him. 

“I want to try something new with you, boy.” he said, pushing me down on the bed and stroking my skin. “Just relax and let your other senses guide you.”   

“Yes, Sir,” I sighed, the Tina running through me as I felt a pair of earplugs going in. 

I couldn’t see or hear anything now. Then, I sensed him crouching over me and felt a hot cloud blowing into me. I inhaled. His tongue quickly moved into my mouth giving me a taste of his chem spit before moving down my neck and past my shoulder blade. The sensation of his lips on my freshly shaved pecs was causing me to buck. 

“FUCK!” I yelled out, feeling him take my tit and taking a bite. 

He wasn’t letting go and the pain increased. I could feel it spreading out from my pec and moving down to my crotch. Grabbing my jock, he pulled it down with one hand and I lifted my hips. My cock was free, something he didn’t allow. From that first night, it was always socked away in a jock. Like he told me, he had no use for it. I started relaxing as my sense of touch increased. My skin was on fire, feeling his lips on my tit as his beard rubbed against my skin. Moving down my body, he started tonguing and biting me. When he got to my inner thighs, I started whimpering. 

Suddenly, I felt him grab my wrists and buckled on a pair of restraints and attached them to the head of the bed, pulling my arms over my head. My ankles were next, leaving me completely exposed. 

“Oh, God...” I moaned, feeling his hot breath on my cock as he held it in his hand, something else he’d never done before. 

I stiffened, feeling his hand move up and down my shaft. He was stroking me, and it caught me off guard and I took a deep breath. Remembering what he told me, I started taking in what was happening and his scent coming from his pits hit me as if for the first time. It was intense and I had spent so much time on them. I started drooling. Still stroking me, I could feel his breathing grow deeper as he started to move on the bed.  

“Shit,” I moaned, feeling him grab my shaft right under the tip of my cock. 

Again, he was making some kind of movements that I couldn’t see. And then I felt it. A cold thin metal rod was being pushed into my piss slit.  

“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling it sliding in and opening me up.  

He was rubbing my ball sac now as he twisted the rod. He kept going and I started panting, wanting to be a good cuntboy for him.  

"Yesss," I breathed out as the sensations spread out into my body.  

I lay there, taking it in. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He was fucking my piss slit with it. 

I kept straining and grunting through it, but I knew it was what he wanted. Even with the tina, I could feel my cock was the hardest it ever was as he kept on. Part of me tried to think it was because of the sound in me, but I wasn’t sure. Slowly, I could feel him going deeper until I couldn’t take it any longer. 

“Shit, Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned, feeling him grip my shaft and pull out the sound as I spurted out one of the largest loads of my life.  

Taking off the blindfold, he looked down at me and removed the earplugs. 

“You liked that didn’t you, boy?” he grinned, wiping up my load and feeding to me. “You’ve been a good cuntboy, doing all I say.” 

“Always,” I sighed as he moved between my legs and shoved some lube into my cum filled cunt. 

I started moaning at being opened up again, knowing he was getting me ready for his cock.  

“That’s right, boy,” he growled, “You gonna fucking do everything I tell you from now on.” 

“Shit, yeah!” I hissed, needing to be filled and pounded by him.  

Looking down at me, his look changed and grunted, “Anything!” shoving his cock into me. 

Once inside me, he rammed his cock deep, pushing the cum loads deeper inside me. I gasped as he skewered me, the air knocked from my lungs before I could pull it back in. 

“Fuck,” I grunted, as he drove into me, and I closed my eyes. 

The air was thick with sweat and sex as I took in the sensations in my cunt washing over me. I could feel him stretching me open and it made me want to give myself over to him. The rutting kept on, fast and hard as I begged him to give me his load. 

“Yeah, boy?” he growled, “You want another load in there?” 

"Yes, Sir, please, Sir," I moaned, hearing the slurping and smacking of his cock as he fucked me.  

Slowing down, I could hear the familiar sound of a bottle of poppers opening and Jack snorting a couple of times. Then, without a word, I felt him lean forward and the smell of poppers hit me. Inhaling, I took in three deep breaths and felt the rush going through me as my head fell back against the pillow. Still reeling from the poppers, I felt the pressure on my cunt. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, do it!” I whimpered, realizing what it was. 
 
Jack was working the dildo in over his shaft, opening me up even more.  

“HOLY SHIT!” I yelled out, opening my eyes to see Jack start double fucking me. 

“Goddamn, cuntpig,” Jack grunted, looking down at me taking both shafts.  

I couldn’t believe I was taking this much. Not even Alex had stretched me out like this, and for a second, I thought about him. Then it left me as I felt my cunt pulse against the double shafts. Looking up, I could see he couldn’t hold back any longer.  

Pulling out the dildo and tossing it on my abs, “Remember, boy. No matter who breeds your cunt, you’re mine,” he roared, emptying his load in me.  

“Yes, Sir, yours,” I moaned, as he leaned forward and tenderly kissed me.  

This was the part I loved, being used and then taken care of. He stayed in me for a while, until, slowly, he pulled out and released me, leaving the restraints on me, before wrapping his arms around me.  

“Those look good on you,” he smiled, holding my wrist.  

Jack kept this up, getting more extreme each time. He’d have me so tweaked out, that I agreed to just do about anything he wanted me to do, as long as I could spend the night spun and servicing cock. At some point, we naturally fell into a semi-relationship, exposing me to lots of other things. Some I wasn’t into, but other stuff I was, and we’d do again.  

Lucky for me, he was patient, even while pushing my boundaries. To be honest, it was a relief. Ever since high school and my time with Alex, I’d felt something was missing. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being with Alex, but now, I was able to get into a headspace where I could let it all go. Work was getting stressful, and I could shake off the tension with Jack. He even asked me a few times if I wanted to be his full-time cuntboy. I gave it serious thought, but I couldn't agree to it, then. It just wouldn't have been fair to either of us. So, he let me do my thing outside of what we had, and that made it easier for me to climb the corporate ladder and keep my career moving. 

A couple of years into our arrangement, I was browsing one of the apps where I had a heavier profile describing most of my kinks: 100% sub cuntboy into leather, rubber, piss, gob, and control. There he was. I didn’t need a second look. No one else had a vein like that snaking around their shaft. Fuck, I had spent too much time on it to forget, plus, that huge piss slit.    

So, I sent him a quick message: ‘Sup, Big Alex’s looking good.’   

I got a quick response: ‘No one knows that name but one guy. Luke? That you, fucker?’   

I just replied with a winking emoji.   

‘Fuck!’ he answered, ‘We gotta meet up. You free?’   

‘Why the fuck else would I be on here?’ I typed, sending him my address and phone number.    

‘Be there in 45,’ he texted, ‘assuming you’re ready. Remember, I go in deep.’   

‘I remember, bro! I’m on it!’ I told him, remembering how he felt in me, “See ya then.”   

[dazzasboy]

Another amazing chapter with Alex back how good will it get

[pozpopperpig]

Lucky boy found a hot Dom Daddy!  Love it!

[pozpopperpig]

Love this and his transformation!

[Pnp-pig]

Fucking hot!!!! Man I tried not to blow my load half way into chapter but could not hold it!

cannot wait to read about the re-union @badjujuboy  will Alex introduce Luke to slamming 😉

[RobertBottomSlut]

Very hot. I haven’t dabbled in chems but stories like this definitely build my urge. 

[badjujuboy]

New Beginning Part 4  

Once the shock wore off that Alex was in town and on his way, I tossed the phone onto the bed and, just to be safe, rushed into the bathroom for one final cleanup. Grabbing the shower shot, I slipped it in. That’s when it hit me, the app! What the hell was he doing on that one?! I was so fucking surprised to see him, that I’d forgotten which one I was on when I messaged him. I quickly emptied out, showered, and grabbed a towel. After that, I lubed my cunt, something Jack had trained me to do, and double-checked my phone to see that I hadn’t missed anything. I was right, it was the one with my cuntboy profile with the pics of me hooded and collared in a jockstrap. That’s when I saw another text from Alex.  

‘Fuck, cuntboy, I wish I had known back then. That’s a good look on you.’  

I froze for a second, letting it all sink in, hesitating while I tried to wrap my head around it. Part of me was nervous, he’d seen my pics, and there was no backing out now. Ready or not, my two worlds were finally going to meet.  

“Fuck it,” I told myself, grabbing the used jockstrap I’d been getting ready for my next session with Jack. 

I sniffed the leftovers of sweat, piss, and crusted cum and slipped it on. Smiling, I grabbed my collar and fastened it around my neck. Fuck, it felt good having it around my neck again. The only time I wore it was with Jack, and it’d been a while, but shit, it felt right.  

I checked myself out in the mirror, trying to picture the guy I was the last time I saw him. Yeah, I wasn’t that guy anymore. I stood there, seeing the payoff from hitting the gym. Running my hands over my buzz cut, I laughed, at least that was the same. I could smell my pits, and inhaled. 

“Fucking perfect,” I sighed, glad I hadn’t washed them and just cleaned out. 

Grabbing my pecs, I started rubbing and flicking at my tits, moaning as I worked them. I had Jack to thank for that. He’d worked on them, getting me used to the torture until they were thickened up and permanently erect. They weren’t huge like Leo’s were, but nothing could hide them. I’d always catch guys looking at them poking out during work functions which made for some good times afterwards. I’ve sealed some good deals that way. All this was getting my cock hard and had to get ready for Alex.  

“All or nothing, cuntboy,” I growled, slipping on a pair of wrist and ankle restraints. 

Walking into the living room, I turned on some music and mindlessly started straightening up the place. The condo was my pride and joy. I had worked hard to get to where I was and be able to afford a place like this. On warm nights, I’d kick back on the deck, gazing at the city lights and reflecting on how far I’d come. I kept on wandering around until my phone went off, snapping me back to reality.  

“Hey,” I answered, trying to play it cool.  

“Hey, fucker. Gonna let me in?”  

"Depends, how badly do you want it?" I teased. 

“You know, fucker. C’mon,” he moaned. 

I buzzed him up and waited for the doorbell. Opening the door, I stepped to the side just in case a neighbor passed by and caught myself holding my breath as Alex walked in. Turning around, he stood there in a black hoodie and jeans highlighting his bulge. I smiled down at it, remembering the looks he’d get when we were out together when I’d get him going. He was always popping one. My eyes slowly wandered up his body as I took him in. Fuck, he had filled out in the muscle department and easily had 20 pounds on me now. I closed the door and stood in front of him, waiting for his reaction.  

“Shit, Luke, fucking even better than your pic,” he smiled, flipping the hood down.  

On top of everything, he had grown out his hair into loose curls, giving him a whole new look. 

“Uh, yeah,” I smiled, “I figured, you know, the pics. Might as well just put it out there for you.”    

“Yep, and you did,” he grinned, checking me out, "Still the same swimmers build, but way more muscle.”  

“And you, you’re fucking huge!” I laughed, pulling him into a big hug. 

“Gotta burn off that excess energy,” he chuckled, moving his hands over my smooth skin. “You still shave.” 

“Yeah, old habits,” I smiled, holding him tight and feeling him getting harder, glad to know I still had that effect on him. 

“MMMmm, always liked the way it felt,” he moaned, playfully slapping my ass. “Good boy.” 

“Boy?” I grinned, knowing what he meant.  

“Yep... boy” he smiled, showing his dimples, before grabbing my tits and feeling them. “Shit.” 

Nodding, I held his hands and smiled, “Uh, huh.” 

He leaned down to my tit, lightly teasing it with his tongue.  

“Aw, fuck,” I moaned, feeling him nibbling on it. 

I felt my cock twitch and a slow smile crept over my face. 

Grabbing his head, I pushed it against my pec, “Harder...” 

He didn’t need me to say anything else. Releasing him, he kept on my tit, his mouth filling with spit as he bit it. It only made me crave more, pushing him to clamp down. 

“SHIT YEAH!” I yelled out, getting into the pain. 

I could feel the pain and was loving it. A few minutes later, he let go. 

“Damn, boy,” he smiled, kissing my tit and wiped the spit from his mouth. 

We stood there, looking at each other. Finally, he took a quick look around the place and let out a deep breath.  

“Yep. You’ve done good. Damn,” he smiled, grabbing onto my collar, and came in for a kiss.  

The kiss was rough, not like the ones we shared in high school. I didn’t mind. It was obvious we weren’t the same guys anymore. Feeling his hand slide into my ass, I let out a sharp hiss as his finger brushed over my cunt.  

“Yeah, fucker,” he growled, biting on my neck, “That what you want? You still got a fucking hungry hole on you?”  

“Shit yeah, please,” I begged, wanting him in me again.  

“Then drop,” he grunted, letting go of me.  

Quickly, I obeyed, dropping onto my knees, feeling him take control again like in high school. Only this time, there was way more to it. I watched, not saying a word, as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans.   

“Fuck,” I gasped, watching him unzip the hoodie, revealing a harness wrapped tightly under his pecs and pushing them up. 

His body was fucking even more perfect than before. He stood there legs apart, the tight denim straining against his muscled thighs and calves. 

“Like what you see?” he growled, pushing his jeans down to show off the bulging pouch of his jockstrap. 

“Goddamn, Alex,” I moaned, seeing him geared up like that. “How? When?”  

“After seeing your pics, I figured it’d be perfect. Remember that guy I told you about? My uncle’s neighbor?”  

I didn’t say a word but kept listening as he stripped down to just the harness and jockstrap.  

“You could say, he had an influence on me,” he said, walking up to me.   

I placed my hands on his pecs, feeling the first bits of hair sprouting and stretching down past his abs into the pouch.  

“Fuck, Alex,” I moaned, not having seen a speck of hair on him since we first shaved for the swim team.  

“Yep,” he grinned and posed for me. “I was shaved when he met me and liked it. Kept me that way even after I left the swim team after college. I just started growing it out when I moved here. Didn’t feel a need to keep it up.”  

“Kept you that way?” I asked, wondering what the situation was.  

“Fucker, remember me telling you he showed me how good a fat cock feels in my ass? I wasn’t a cuntboy like you, but I was his boy. But right now, I want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.”  

Surprised at hearing that word come out of his mouth, I just looked up at him.  

“Yeah, cunt. Somehow, it fits you,” he said, staring off for a second before crouching and holding my face in both hands.  

“Fuck yeah, Alex. Fucking breed my cunt,” I moaned, getting into cuntboy mode.  

“That’s the plan,” he laughed and let go, “Where’s the bed?”  

“End of the hall,” I moaned, pushing myself to my feet.  

“Uh, uh,” he barked, “Down, cuntboy.”   

Nodding, I dropped and started crawling down the hallway towards the bedroom.   

“Fuck, I always loved how that cunt of yours winked when you were in heat,” he chuckled, behind me.  

At the side of the bed, I stopped and watched him climb on. He leaned against the headboard and spread his thick legs. I still couldn’t believe he was right there. Taking a deep breath, I crawled onto the bed and leaned in to kiss him. Without skipping a beat, he wrapped his arms around me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.  

Easing off, I moved down and licked the beads of sweat on his neck, past his shoulder and went for his pit. I started scraping the musky sweat with my tongue before moving on to his tit. Gripping it with my teeth, I started chewing.  

“Goddamnit,” he groaned, shoving my face past his abs, stopping just short of his cock, the stretched-out mesh the only thing keeping from it.   

“Holy shit,” I moaned, soaking in the scent.    

I could smell the stench of piss and sweat coming from the pouch and started chewing on it, making sure to suck every drop soaking in it.  

"I figured this was something you'd be into, been wearing it to the gym all week. By the smell coming from yours, I was right,” he grinned, taking in the scent of sweat, piss, and musk filling the air of the room.  

It felt like a dream, being kitted out and servicing Alex in his gear. My head was spinning, and I gripped the waistband with my teeth and pulled it down, releasing his cock. It was just like I remembered it. Pulling it off, my tongue slowly traveled over his lightly hairy sac.  

“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, feeling me sucking his nuts in one at a time and holding them in my warm mouth. 

Tracing the vein around his shaft, I slid the head past my lips and down my throat, taking in the familiar flavor of his precum.  

“Goddamn cocksucker,” he moaned, “You’ve been practicing.”  

He was right. I didn’t need him to do anything. I knew what to do. Breathing through my nose, I started to fuck my face on his cock. He just laid there, watching me. I wanted this so much. Grabbing my head, he pushed me off and moved down to my cunt. His tongue started to lap at it. 

“Goddamn. Fuck me, please,” I begged, his beard stubble scratching my ass. 

“That what you need?” he growled, teasing me with his tongue and invading me.  

“FUCK, YEAH!”  

He must have eaten me out for 20 minutes, loosing me up. 

“Tell me what you fucking need, cuntboy!” he ordered, taking a deep breath and blowing it inside me.  

“Cock,” I moaned, feeling his hot breath filling me, happily being used by him in a whole new way. 

“Fucker, you need anything before you take it again?” he growled, pushing the head of his cock against my cunt.  

“In the drawer,” I grunted, knowing what he meant.  

“Good to see you kept it up,” he said in a low voice, opening the drawer and seeing my stash. “That’ll do... for now.” 

Taking the pipe, he warmed the bowl and fed me the cloud. Inhaling, I took a lungful and held it. That’s when I felt his cock sliding into me.  

“Fuuuccck!” I moaned, releasing the thick cloud. “More... clouds.”  

“Sure thing,” he laughed, taking a hit for himself and pulling me up with just the tip of his cock inside me.  

With the cloud still in his lungs, he smiled and grabbed my face, our lips almost touching, and released it.       I hungrily took it in.  

“Shit yeah,” he moaned, pressing the stem to my lips, and lit the bowl again. “More. I want you like the first time.”  

Nodding, I drew in the cloud and held it, remembering how I ended up doing what he said back then. I couldn’t say no to him. This was no different. 

“Fucker, you look so hot right now filling your lungs with that shit. Look,” he purred in my ear, motioning me to the mirror.  

It was true. There I was, collared and jockstrapped, being fed clouds as I got ready to take cock. He kept the bowl warm for me until the last of the shards were gone. Tossing the pipe, he grabbed my junk.  

“Just like the first time,” he growled, feeling my limp cock. “Fucking t-dicked cuntboy.” 

“Shit yeahhh,” I moaned, totally spun. 

I couldn't resist and pushed, feeling a sharp pain until his crotch pressed against me. Slowly, he pulled out and then pushed back in.  

“Fuck my cunt!” I begged him again, raising my hips to take him.  

As the pain went away, I started to moan, fucking myself on his cock.  

“Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, taking over the fucking. “I fucking missed this.”  

Every one of his thrusts was landing deep in me. I bucked, begging him to go deeper. I just kept looking up at him, remembering all the times we had. Every jab took me back in time as he stared down at me, stretching me open until I felt my cunt throbbing.   

“MUTHERFUCKERRRRR!” I yelled out, cum spilling out of my limp cock and drenching my pouch, something only Jack had managed to do before.  

I could tell he was getting close. His pounding started to shorten, and I gripped his shaft with my cunt as he slammed into me one last time.  

“FUCK!” he yelled out, blasting a river of white-hot cum and collapsing on top of me in another one of his spasms.   

Without thinking, I loosened my grip on his cock and held him tight. The moment was gone, and it was as if we were back in my old bedroom.  

“Fuck, Luke,” he sighed,” I haven’t had that happen since...”  

“Yeah?” I asked, rubbing his muscled thighs like I used to.   

He didn’t answer, and that was okay. It was like we picked up right where we left off, comfortable in the silence, until he asked about my life.  

“So, cuntboy, huh?” he chuckled, pulling on my collar.  

“Yep,” I joked and crawled between his legs. “After college I met Jack, my Daddy. We’ve got this arrangement...”  

Taking his slimed cock into my mouth, I started cleaning it.  

“Shit, Luke,” he sighed, “Your Daddy teach you that?” 

I just smiled and started my story in between doing my job. He didn’t say a word while I told him everything about how I met Jack and the training he put me through. He just lay there, smiling. I even mentioned how Jack wanted me to become his full-time cuntboy, something I hadn’t told anyone before. When I was done, he just smiled. 

“I can see why he chose you. You’re perfect. So, this’s his place?”  

“Yeah, we definitely have a chemistry,” I grinned, always expecting that question when mentioning Jack.  “And nope, it’s mine. I own it.” 

“Nice,” he smiled, grabbing his cock and shaking it at me. “So, piss, huh?”  

“Yep,” I growled, taking him back into my mouth and giving the ok to let loose.  

I felt the hot stream of piss escaping the folds of skin surrounding his cock hit my mouth and gulped it down as I locked eyes with him.   

“Fucking cuntboy,” he laughed, watching me gulp it all down. 

The piss just kept pouring out, until with a sigh, I pulled off his cock when I felt the last drops hit my tongue.   

“Shit,” he groaned, shaking off the last drops before pulling me up, “Give me a taste.”  

I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment, feeling his tongue force its way in to taste his own chem piss. I immediately reacted, grasping it with my lips and covering it with the last drops mixed with my spit. Releasing his tongue, I took in his slightly dilated blue eyes as he sat back.   

“Fucking pisspig,” he moaned.  

“Yep. Total,” I chuckled, settling in next to him. 

Then, it was my turn to ask him   

“So, this,” I asked, pulling on his harness, “When did it happen?”  

“I was wondering when you’d get around to it,” he grinned, “I know I never told you, but it really started that first summer before we got together.”  

“Together?” I repeated, surprised he saw us that way back then.  

“Yep, together,” he grinned, nudging me. “Right??”  

"Right, together," I chuckled, kissing him, "Go on..." and settled back, waiting to hear what he had to say.