My Slut

[MethSlut]

One

 

I don’t think I ever did get to know his name. He became known as slut to me very early on in the relationship that we built together. To be fair to me, I’d be extremely surprised if he knew my name either. He always seemed to call me Boss or Daddy. It’s a little unfair to be honest. I’m only just 40, I’m trim and workout obsessed and have been since I was in my teens, and I have the body to go with that – massive arms, massive chest, massive legs and a massive dick with a propensity to get hard at the slightest provocation. 

 

And fuck me did the slut provoke me. I first saw him in our local cruising park, one (very busy!) Saturday night. I was there trying to blow a quick and dirty load as it was hot and I was horny, but I had things to be doing that night. For reasons I’ll come on to, I work most Saturday nights, albeit for myself. I was cruising around trying to find someone I wanted to screw yet finding nothing but the average guy and then round the next tree, there he was. Slut was easy to see – he’s around 22 (never did actually ask his age), very lithe build and when I first saw him, he was shoved up against a tree taking a dick up his quite frankly hot as fuck little butt. The anonymous guy plowing him was making one hell of a racket, grunting and spitting on the slut and basically having the time of his life. What surprised me most though was, given the slut was extremely pretty, that he’d chosen to take this guy up him. He wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense, more a dad body or a bear body, not that big a dick, not dominant or commanding, or really anything other than Joe Average and whilst that’s not a bad thing of course, slut could really have commanded his pick of the litter. 

 

Joe Average came inside the slut. I expected a condom to come off, but there wasn’t one. Slut immediately got to his knees and sucked his butt juices off the guy’s cock. He walked away without saying a word to the slut, leaving him there on his knees, cum dribbling out of his mouth. His beautiful hazel brown eyes looked greedily up at me and I felt my dick spring hard and thought he looked too good to miss a go on. I walked to him and began to open my fly, but the slut turned to me and said “Sorry Daddy, you’ll need to wait your turn”. He stood up and bent over the tree again and immediately, another guy stepped out of the darkness and began to bang him raw. My eyes adjusted to the darkness between the trees and I saw there was a group of about five guys wanking and (presumably) waiting to fuck the slut. None of them attractive as me, but slut seemed to want them all. 

 

I couldn’t figure this out. My body, presence, and dick are worth having. Usually, I kick the gross guys off and plow whoever the fuck I want. Weirdly, not being allowed to made me harder. I got angry and stormed off. Little prick tease, let him get fucked. I needed to get some work done, so I decided to do that and come back and fuck someone else later on. 

 

Two hours later I had a gap, so I was back in the park and once again, I saw the slut. This time, he was without a queue for his butt. I saw red and I walked up to him and asked him if he’d got time to fit me in. I tried to look nonchalant, but my traitor cock was hard as a rock, which kind of gave the game away. 

 

Slut said “Yes Boss – but you need to know I’ve been fucked by a few guys tonight and their loads are all still in me. Some guys are not happy with sloppy seconds”.

 

“How many?”

 

“I lost count at twenty five…”

 

Fuck my traitor dick. It was so hard at this point it started to show out the top of my waistband. It’s 10 inches and pretty thick. I love sloppy seconds and screwing a slut after he’s taken two football teams up his butt is my idea of heaven. I feigned a pretence that I didn’t believe him. 

 

“Liar. No-one gets that many loads in a park”

 

He smirked (which is too fucking beautiful and he bloody knows it) and turned around.

 

“Really Daddy, let me show you”

 

He grabbed my right hand, and got the first and second fingers extended, then began to suck on them, kind of weirdly erogenously. He then moved the wet fingers down and pulled me in to kiss him. His mouth was sensuous and wet, and tasted of cum, ass and man. He slid my hands over his wonderful ass, then guided the fingers inside. I was immediately rewarded with a fucking torrent of cum. Slut pulled them out and sucked the cum off gently, and sweetly, but looking hard into my eyes all the time. I growled and decided to take him then and there. I knew he didn’t use rubbers – obviously – so I just picked him up and shoved him onto my cock. It’s a massive tool and I usually go in gently, but there was no need with this slut – straight to the base and no sign of any pain, probably due to the fucking huge amount of jizz I could feel slopping around inside him. 

 

He moaned loudly and I began to pull him up and down grunting and groaning myself, cum flying out of his butt and up and down my shaft. Something was missing. A dynamic I felt we should have had but didn’t quite. I cursed myself inwardly. This was a bad fuck! How?!? 

 

Slut sensed it too. He leaned into me and whispered, very quietly, in a very low voice “stop pretending to be a kind and caring lover Boss. We both know you’re a depraved fucking animal. So am I. I live to get fucked, to be used and to be a big man’s fuck toy. Damage me, Daddy”.

 

I was shocked and threw him off. He landed on the ground, but in two seconds was on his back with his butt pointing up at me. The moonlight caught the glint in his eyes. WTF? This guy was wired as hell. Bad boy indeed!

 

I leaned into him, penetrating him again slowly with my hand around his neck, deliberately, taking the time I needed to make it clear I dominated that butt, that it was mine from now on. I leaned in and whispered to him, very quietly and in a very low voice “I know your kind tweaker boy. You’re high as a kite aren’t you?”

 

“Yes Sir”

 

“What on?”

 

“Not much really Sir”

 

I smacked him around the mouth, hard, as I knew he’d lied. I won’t have my bitches lying to me. This did not have the desired effect. He smiled seductively, leaned towards me and, in a very demanding tone for a bitch said:

 

“I didn’t even feel that”

 

So I have no choice but to punch him a solid roundhouse. Now, I’m a big guy; 19 inch biceps and a solid upper body. So he felt it. I expected him to cry out, but no, he just smiled back at me and said:

 

“Thank you Sir. I love being treated mean by a proper guy. I took 32 cocks tonight, 27 loads – I lied when I said I hadn’t counted – but they were all pussies. Sluts need a real guy to show them who is in charge”

 

“What on?”

 

“Just a small bit of T, G, K, poppers and a bit of liquor Sir”

 

Fucking hell, more pharmacy than a hospital. This kid was going to be trouble, and yet I couldn’t look away. For the first time in my adult life, I’d fallen in love.

 

“Slut, you and me are going to be good friends I think. Just so happens I work every Saturday night - dealing just those chems”.

[MethSlut]

Two

 

“Yes Sir, please Sir, more Sir, don’t stop I need your seed, please Sir”

 

The cries of slut as I came in him for the third time. 

 

“Eat it out of your cunt slut”

 

“Yes Daddy”

 

Slut proceeded to start to finger the cum out of his cunt and lick it off his fingers. It’s pretty vile, but I get off on it. More importantly, the guy in the corner who had paid a good sum to watch slut get fucked by me liked to see it. Slut winked at him whilst he was slurping away and the guy started wanking furiously to see it. My slut has a very seductive wink and a very pretty face. 

 

He came to live with me about a week after our encounter in the park. We were going to take things slow, it was obvious we had chemistry, but in that week every time we saw each other we’d end up goading each other, harder, faster, stronger and steadily more depraved sex. It became obvious to me that the little slut was a junky and it also became obvious to me that I could find ways to fund the habit. Plus, have a lot of fun doing it. 

 

“The slut will take your load as well for another hundred if you want him to. Isn’t that right slut?”

 

“Yes Daddy. I like loads”

 

I mean, he and I both knew he’d take it for free, as the boy lived to be no loads refused. Practically defined the term. But the guy in the hotseat didn’t know that. He mumbled something to me

 

“What, sorry, I didn’t catch that?”

 

“I only screw whores when they’re high”

 

Oh dear, oh no, how awful, how would my utterly depraved junky tweaker slut cope with such a demand? Sometimes these things are just too easy.

 

“Then it’s five hundred”

 

“I want to slam him”

 

“Six hundred”

 

“Done”

 

 The first time I slammed up slut I had been cautious and asked him how much he wanted. He said “dealer’s choice, Daddy” by which he meant I was to choose. Three months in, I no longer even bother to ask him. He loves to be controlled and made to feel like a meth bitch. I handed the guy a pin. 

 

“Be careful, this is a 0.6; he’ll end up flying off the charts”

 

The guy put down his leaking cock and took the pin.

 

“Fuck me, I like this whore”

 

“Cash first”

 

Believe it or not, I have ApplePay. So a quick phone tap later and the tourniquet went on. Slut lets out a little whimper. He does it every single time when the smell of the alcohol pad hits him and it’s so sweet my heart flutters but I’m playing big bad dom not soppy lovebird so I try to keep a straight face and not lean in a snog his face off. Bit of an effort. 

The guys manages to find the register first go, the flash occurs, the fluid disappears in slowly. He’s clearly savouring this. It’s a slam moron, not a dribble. But then we’re done, the tourniquet is snapped off and the slut heaves up his lungs and begins to let out the most amazing cough. 

 

“Oh fuck. Daddy fuck me, this is strong please I need a cock in me, please oh Christ” and so on and so on. He’s doing this whilst pawing at his jizz-filled butt and sucking up the cum from earlier. The guy who’s buying looks at me and I say

 

“Get in there man, the slut needs his holes filling”

 

“Thanks”

 

“Don’t thank me, thank the slut”

 

“Thanks, slut”

 

“I NEED A COCK, FFS, I NEED A MAN IN ME RIGHT NOW”

 

The guy whose name we never found out jumped onto the bed and pulled the slut towards him slowly, clearly trying to savour the moment. I could have told him for free that slow wasn’t going to work when my slut was rushing. The look of surprise almost made me laugh out loud when slut jumped up, knocked him on his back and started to ride him cowboy, literally milking the seed out of the guy’s dick with his rabid hole. Slut was panting now like a bitch in heat and he gets nothing but verbal trash coming out of his mouth when he rushes, so we both had to endure him asking for cock, more cock, harder cock etc whilst the guy was fucking him. 

 

Soon, the guy came with a sudden shudder and the slut climbed off, kissed him hard, rolled onto his back and began to scoop the cum out of his cunt. He offered me a taste of course, but I declined. The guy cleaned himself up and clearly embarrassed a little, went out the door. I told him to get back in touch if he wanted to go again. 

 

However, fifteen minutes of fucking versus the duration of a slam don’t quite have the same timeframe and my slut was rushing hard off a 0.6 – he had what I call his ‘Stan doesn’t have a patch on me’ smile on his face – a sort of demand for more cock, more cum, more fists and more and more and more…

 

I am always happy to oblige. My cock went up again and in it went, churning my previous loads and the guys loads into my little slut. I put my hands in my favourite fucking place – around his neck with the little bit of threat that comes with that – and began to bang, cum flying out of slut’s butthole and soaking my dick and balls. I was starting to get nice and wet with the other guy’s cum and my earlier loads, casually smacking the bitch around  the face and in the chest, making him grunt and groan and goad me into harder and deeper fucking.

 

Then the phone rang

[ffabbian]

I answer to be called slut

[Erik62]

32 minutes ago, ffabbian said:

I answer to be called slut

I know that feeling but, I also seem to answer simply to a guy touching his zipper & calling me for what I am. Before  he's even got his zip down, I'm on my back or doggy with legs spread wide. I like solid, hard fucking but, if I can fly Tops can usually be hungry stallions & take me rough. 

[plisken]

I'm not into slams. bu still nice to read about a whore like myself

[MethSlut]

Three

 

“It’s me”

 

Tony Moretti, purveyor of finest trashy sex clubs – the kind that see slings for fisting and a piss room as a beginner option - and one of my best friends. 

 

“Tony I’m kind of busy – I’m balls deep in the slut”

 

“Say Hi from me. Listen, the act for tonight has dropped out and a need a fairly limitless cunt who doesn’t mind being banged on stage to step into the breach. Is he free”

 

“Yeah, he’s got a few loads churning about in him and he’s high as a kite, but if you don’t mind that, then he’s free”

 

“Deal – see you in ten minutes?”

 

“Deal”

 

I pulled out causing slut to voice his feeling on this matter in most unpolite language. 

 

“Get dressed, I’ve sold your ass to a sex club for the night”

 

“Yes Boss. I like sex clubs”

 

No shit. Trying to keep him on the stage and not dick surfing the crowd is usually the challenge. I found him a nice ‘n’ nasty little jockstrap to wear, his dog collar and a lead. That should fit the ambience. Oh, and some decent 20-hole rangers with red socks to finish off the look. I thought I’d better get into the spirit too, so I pulled on some leather jeans, my harness and boots, and tweaked out my tits so they bounced – big muscle Daddy. 

 

I couldn’t be bothered to find the rest of his clothes though, so we ran out to the car, drove ten minutes and then walked pretty much butt naked into the club. A couple of guys groped him the queue, and a couple stuck a finger up his ass which he tried to respond to, but I yanked on his lead and pulled him off and into the club. Quite a few of the crowd were murmuring appreciatively about my tits too – and I like the compliment. 

 

“Thank fuck you’re here. Daniel, this is the slut you’re working with tonight. If he looks high it’s because he is. He probably has a limit somewhere but we haven’t found it yet”.

 

“Hi. So I’m going to go on to the stage and start getting my dick hard with the help of the audience” – who were very loudly getting restless – “and then you come on and act surprised when you find my cock. Suck it, I’ll mount you, and we’ll take it from there”

 

“I think I can do that. Can I get loosened up first? I hope your cock is massive Daniel”

 

“It is slut boy. That’s why I’m in porn”

 

Daniel walked onto stage to a chorus of cheers and whooping. My little slut was left with me for a moment. 

 

“I think I’d better be nice and open for him Daddy”

 

Daniel and the show couldn’t wait however, so I shoved the slut onto the stage; he began to do what all tweaked up cock hounds do when confronted with a giant cock – went to his knees and began to suck. 

 

I settled back to watch my slut perform – and what a performance he gave. Within a few minutes, Daniel had flipped him onto his back and drove his cock into him with the tiniest bit of spit. My boy howled with pleasure at the size of the cock penetrating him – it really was a cock built for porn. Slut was getting banged on his back, then riding him cowboy…

 

Tony came up beside me with a small bag of coke. 

 

“Want some? It’s been a hell of a day”

 

I never say no to a friend, but with one thing and another I’d been horny for hours and still hadn’t blown a load. And I was dressed the part, and in a sex club. 

 

“Tony, we can, but we need to have it in the usual way”

 

Tony grinned from ear to ear.

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

He knelt down and plastered his lips around my cock, sucking delicately and then harder until my cock was stiff and massive in his mouth. He pulled up for air and grabbed his baggy – spreading a thick line over my thick cock. He proceeded to snort the lot. I grabbed the baggy and snorted a thumb bump myself. I love feeling, but Tony wanted the bag back for another cock line. This time however, he wanted it fucked into him. I’m happy to oblige – as well as being a mate, Tony has a pretty muscled butt and I have enjoyed plowing it for many, many years. As we began to fuck, I turned to the stage. To my surprise and delight, my slut had got a guy up onto the stage from the audience and was using his massive dick to add to Daniel’s massive dick to ride them both cowboy as a DP. What a fantastic slut he is. I swear I could see the jizz from earlier running down the two top’s cocks. 

 

In the meantime, Tony has got down on all fours and I’m on top screwing harder and faster, feeling the urge to cum starting to well up inside me. Tony, being a rancid little cunt, snorts another line straight off the floor. This is disgusting – fuck only knows how much stale cum went up his nose with the coke – and I love nasty, so I get turned on enough to feel my balls beginning to pulse. I roar out loud and fill Tony up, just as it turns out my slut is getting filled up by both guys on the stage. Tony gets up to kiss me but I’m transfixed by my slut – he’s now making the stage guy eat his own cum back out of his butt. The audience went mental, hollering and whooping, my slut takes his bow, spreads his cheeks and Daniel and him come off the stage. Back to fucking for the audience.

 

Tony is busy slurping his butt juices off my cock and I feel another tongue joining him. Slut wants some too. I’m very happy with this arrangement but my kid is looking a little too sober for my liking. Daniel suddenly appears and puts an arm around my shoulders and tweaks my tits. 

 

“You look hot in that harness – you guys ever do porn together”

 

“Not yet. Why, you think we should?”

 

“Definitely. He’s a bit on the skinny side though, but you’d make a great top”

 

Something to think on I think, but in the meantime, my dick is starting to grow again as the boys ministrations start to take effect. 

 

“You ever use Daniel?”

 

He laughed.

 

“Only when it’s not a work night – and I’m off for the night now”

 

“Well, I have two boys on my dick and all three of us are slightly buzzing. Want to join us?”

 

“Back to my place?”

 

“Sure”

 

Tony we needed to part ways with as he had a club to run – I’ll fuck him again another time – but I’m in the mood for a bigger group.

 

“Daniel, we need another slut I think”

 

“There’s a couple waiting for me back home”

[MethSlut]

Four

 

We jump in the car, with Daniel taking the wheel, and to my surprise and delight we park about a block away from my apartment. Daniel hasn’t commented on the slut’s lack of clothing, but I do notice him admiring his cum-filled cunt, which is starting to leak down his legs again. 

 

We go upstairs to the penthouse – porn clearly pays better than I thought! – and Daniel turns to me and apologises

 

“I just remembered, my stash is running low. I’ll need to call my guy and see if he is around. Damn it!”

 

“I may be able to help you out here Dan. I have a tiny bit left at mine, and it’s only a block away. My slut knows where it is. Better give him something to cover his butt though”

 

Daniel went out to the next room and was back a moment later with the World’s Shortest Shorts – honestly, they made running shorts look like board shorts – and gave them to the slut to wear. The rode up and an ass cheek peeked out, but he was at least covered and h he does have a really, really pretty butt to peek out anyway. We sent him on his way to bring back my ‘small’ stash, and in the meantime, Dan and I started to talk about the kind of thing he was into. I had an idea from the porn I’d seen him in of course – TIM style sleazy bareback gangbangs etc – but it turned out that he was into a lot more. The guy enjoyed being a top, dominating sub boys and using his cock as a weapon to make them submit. He also got off on leather, rubber, and basically everything. When I asked him how high he liked to get he replied:

 

“High enough to feel like God, but not too high my dick doesn’t work. My boys, I like so high they can’t see straight”

 

His face split with an evil grin and it has to be said, mine did too. My dick was coming back to life and Daniel grabbed it and yanked. 

 

“Want something to keep it going?”

 

He reached to the side, pulled out a box of Viagra and Cialis pens. I hate the things, but they do work, so without much ado, we both yanked out our cocks and stuck in the pins, then gulped down a good dose of V on the back of that. Briefly wanking our dicks to get the juice in, we both started to sprout monster erections. By this time, it had been fifteen minutes and two things were occurring to me. Firstly, where the fuck were these two sluts Daniel said he had at his home? And Secondly, where the fuck was my slut. How fucking long does a one block walk take?

 

Daniel, who had been until this time wearing sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt all the time except when he was naked on stage, decided to duck out whilst we waited to ‘get into something more appropriate’. I asked if I needed to change from my harness, boots and leather combo, but he told me he liked the look and made me leave it on. He disappeared into a room next door and a few moments later I heard the unmistakeable sound of a paddle smacking an ass and muffled yelp. A few more minutes and Dan walked back in. My dick stiffened even more and began to leak a copious amount of precum. Dan looked like a God. He had a leather muscle harness on, emphasising his massive pecs, a bicep strap to emphasise his bulging biceps (not far off my own 19”), Chaps which left his spectacular ass framed and his monster cock sticking forwards, sagging under its own weight, and knee length boots. 

 

“I take it you like this then?” he asked, grabbing my leaking dick. I mean, I don’t bottom but fuck I’d be tempted by this man. Fortunately for me, before I had to answer, the door buzzer went. Finally, my slut arrived with the bag, but interestingly the shorts appeared to have vanished. 

 

“Slut, where are the shorts?”

 

“Sorry Boss, but there was a bored looking skinhead in the alley and he motioned me over and before I could resist I had a dick up me”

 

“That is a pathetic excuse, you dumb little whore”

 

“I know Sir”

 

Before I could stop him, Daniel took two menacing steps towards him. My slut whimpered at the sight of this adonis and before anyone could say or do anything the slut was on his knees, ready to worship the massive dick at his lips. 

 

“Where is the little bit of extra stash, slut? Did you forget that too whilst you were being plowing in an alleyway up against a wall?” asked Dan. 

 

“Sorry Sir! I was being plowed up against a dumpster, actually. It’s in the bag”

 

“You mean this duffel bag?”

 

“Yes Sir”

 

Dan looked a little confused, so I motioned him to open it. As I said, I am a dealer, so we had my full ‘small’ stash. Dan was gawping like a kid in a sweetshop and slut and I laughed out loud. It’s a fun trick to play on someone. I think Dan must have realised I’m not what I see at that point, but he was too polite to say anything. I told him

 

“Given how good you look, it’s on the house tonight. But where are the two other sluts you promised me?”

 

“BOYS! Get in here!” Dan yelled.

 

I looked to the door, and to my delight, two younger guys, maybe around 30 years old crawled into the room. The first had a shaved head, pierced eyebrows, ears and dick, and a collar and lead on – and nothing else. The other had a shaved head, pierced dick but not a pierced ear, and also had on a collar and lead. They both crawled into the room with their leads in their mouths. What struck me most was the size of them! I had been expecting younger guys, either lithe like slut or maybe athletically toned, but these two were just enormous blocks of bodybuilding muscle. The came to sit on their haunches, either side of Dan’s booted feet. He took their leads in his hands.

 

“So, these are my boys. I own them. We know the one with the pierced ear as number one, and the boy without the ear piercing as number two. They are not allowed names any longer and they will do whatever you would like them to do”

 

“They’re fucking huge Dan!”

 

“Yes. I’ve owned them both for nearly ten years now and I’ve been making sure they look like I want them to look. They take daily doses of various steroids and have since they were twenty; I control their food; I control their sex lives; I control their time in the gym. If they don’t workout hard, they’re beaten within an inch of their lives. So they tend to shatter their muscles there. I’m going to see how big I can get them. It’s shrunk their cocks, but quite frankly, mine, or my guests, are the only dicks that matter”

 

“So their massive balls?”

 

“Silicone. Their dicks and nuts have shrunk to nothing”

 

They looked astounding. Massive men – probably at least 48 chest, 20 arms, washboard abs, legs like tree trunks – with monster balls and almost no dicks – and with their leads on and staring worshipfully at Master Dan they looked desperate to serve.

 

“So Dan, do they party too? Or have any choice in the matter?”

 

“None. They both agreed to do this voluntarily and they can leave whenever they want. But my house rules for boys are simple. Do what you’re told or fuck off. I’m a God of a man – I know that, you can see it, and this whimpering little slut you brought in has had a ride on it already – so the slaves can either enjoy, beg or go. There are plenty more who’d take their place”

 

I was enthralled. Master Dan gave off a sexual energy which filled the room and I think all four of the other men in there could feel it. I was fighting an urge to sink to my knees but I am a Top and a Top only.

 

“They can call me Boss and you Master if that’s ok Dan?”

 

“I think so”

 

“So – shall we get partying?”

[Pnp-pig]

WOW great story, I cannot wait to read about the party and the porn they film!

 

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