boycunt Taking the Monster

[newboy1689]

Jake’s legs shook as he squatted down over the dildo. He watched himself in the mirror lowering himself onto the fat plastic shaft. Even as he stretched himself, working down towards its base he knew it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t big enough. He’d need more if he ever hoped to take Sir’s cock.

 

Sir’s cock, Jake’s mind wandered. He thought back to the night he’d met the new object of his desires. Two weeks prior, his boyfriend had been out of town, and he’d gone out dancing with a few friends. At first, they’d just gone to the same bar they always went to, full of younger guys who looked mostly just like them. They’d drank and dance, Jake not really paying attention to the guys around him. Even though he and his boyfriend were technically open he hadn’t felt like hooking up. He’d sent his boyfriend Chris off to the airport by fucking him against the front door of his Chris’s apartment. Jake considered himself set for sex until Chris came back in a week.

 

By the time it was midnight most of Jake’s friends had gone home and he found himself dancing with a much smaller group. He didn’t remember who suggested they go to another bar, but half an hour later they’d checked their coats and were waiting to buy drinks at the leather bar a few blocks away. It wasn’t really Jake’s scene. The guys were usually a little older here, and apart from fucking like rabbits he and Chris were fairly vanilla. Still Jake was happy to support his friends and then head home to jerk off thinking of Chris.

 

It hadn’t taken long for first one friend and then another to find someone to hook up with. The cute mid-twenties jocks had been scooped up and whisked away. It took a moment for Jake to realize he was alone. He looked around the dance floor for his friends, but they had gone. Each one slipped off to their own night of fun. He shook his head and laughed, good for them. He tipped back his drink, tossed his cup and started to head for the door.

 

That was when he’d run into him, the man he now called Sir. Over six feet, and built like a linebacker he made Jake feel small. He had a shaved head, and short cropped salt and pepper beard along his square jaw. His eyes glinted as he looked down at the younger jock who’d just bounced off of him. Jake found himself unable to speak. Sir was shirtless, with a thick black leather harness across his broad hair covered chests. His nipples are large and protruded from his firm pecs. The hair swirled from his chest across his slightly soft stomach down into his black leather pants. Jake couldn’t help but look at the man’s bulge it seemed impossibly huge.

 

Normally Jake wouldn’t have gone for this man. He liked twinks, or at least that was what he had always told himself. He’d never really thought about a man like this before. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jake felt drawn to the massive stranger in a way he couldn’t explain.

 

“Hey careful now,” Sir said, steadying Jake with a large hand on his shoulder. “You should probably watch where you’re going.” He chided Jake with a quite smile.

 

“I’m…” Jake stammered, “I’m so sorry… I’m just… I’m… sorry.”

 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s packed. I’m sure lots of people are bouncing off each other. Though most of them aren’t as cute as you.” Now he gave Jake a full smile that made him feel weak. “Come on cutie, I’ll buy you a drink.”

 

Jake couldn’t find the words to tell the man he had been about to head home. Instead he just nodded and followed the burly man back through the crowd to the bar. He accepted a vodka soda from the man, and then followed him to a corner just past the dance floor. The man stood very close to him, leaning casually against the wall.

 

“You here alone cutie?” he asked, leaning even closer so Jake could hear him over the music.

 

“No… well… kinda. I was here with friends, but they all…”

 

“Found other entertainment,” Sir finished Jake’s sentence playfully.

 

Jake laughed, “Yeah.”

 

“What about you? No one caught your eye?”

 

“No… It’s… It’s not normally my scene. We were out with a bigger ground, and the last couple of guys wanted to come here. I just tagged along. I was actually heading home when I…”

 

“Oh, well if you were heading out…” Sir said, nodding his head to the door, “I didn’t mean to pressure you into staying.”

 

“No!” Jake said, a little too loud. “It’s um… It’s fine. This is nice. I’m glad.”

 

“Good. You’ve been out dancing all night though and no one snatched you up? Even at a bar… more your speed?” Sir lightly brushed his hand on Jake’s shoulder.

 

Jake felt heat rising in his cheeks. “I wasn’t really looking. I’ve got a… I have a boyfriend. He’s out of town for the month. He’s an actor, he’s got a job in Pheonix. We’re open, but I don’t exercise it much. I was just out to dance, see some friends. You know… just wasn’t really looking.” Jake found himself babbling.

 

“But you two aren’t exclusive?”

 

“No,” Jake said, feeling sheepish under the man’s gaze.

 

“So it’s alright if I do this.” He reached out and cupped Jake’s chin tilting his face upward. Then in a swift movement closed the distance between their faces and kissed Jake lightly on the lips. For a second Jake held back. He hadn’t kissed anyone besides his boyfriend in ages. The man’s lips were warm and firm against his. They pressed forward, and Jake found himself overcome. He parted his lips and sank into the older man’s kiss.

 

Sir felt the boy give way. He pushed his tongue forward, slipping it into Jake’s mouth. He wrapped a strong arm around the younger man’s waist and pulled them together.

 

Jake felt hot. The older man’s scent enveloped him. He found it intoxicating. He was incapable of pulling away. He let Sir’s tongue invade his mouth, conquering him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Sir’s shoulders and behind his neck.

 

As soon as Sir felt Jake wrap himself around him Sir knew he had the boy. One of his large hands drifted from Jake’s back down to his trim waste. He pulled their hips together, pressing Jake into his impressive bulge. He held there for a minute, not rushing the boy. With his other hand holding Jake tightly between the shoulder blades, he slid his hand off Jake’s waste and round to his ample cheeks. Jake shuddered at his touch. He squeezed the firm flesh through Jake’s jeans. Jake let out a little sigh into their kiss.

 

Slowly Sir pulled back, his lips lingering as he broke their kiss. Jake, his head still tipped up to Sir’s, his wet lips parted, blinked his eyes. Sir smiled down at his new toy. He knew he had Jake hooked. He’d sensed it as soon as their bodies touched. Jake probably didn’t even understand his attraction to Sir, he thought, it was probably the first time he’d ventured out from his pretty jock boy bubble. Still Jake was his for the night to play with.

 

Their lips still almost touching Sir said, his voice low but commanding, “I live a couple of blocks from here. What do you say we go somewhere more private?”

 

Jake could only nod. He felt the big hand that had been pawing at his ass shift to the small of his back and steer him back towards the door. The soft, commanding yet reassuring pressure of that hand never left him even while they collected their coats, and headed out onto the street. It softly propelled him down the block and across the street. They walked, quickly, and in relative quiet. All the while a white hot electricity seemed to crackle between them. It prickled through Jake’s back where Sir’s hand rested. It flowed through him, and made him throb painfully in his briefs.

 

Sir lead him up the steps of a brick town house a few blocks away and unlocked the door. Jake tried not to act shocked as he was led through the entrance and into the first floor. He’d guessed that Sir had money when he’d said that he lived close buy, but to have the entirety of a townhome in this neighborhood meant a different kind of rich.

 

As soon as the door to the vestibule clicked shut behind them Sir’s meaty paw scooped Jake up and pulled him into another bone crushing embrace. His face automatically tipped up to meet Sir’s lips. They tore at each other with an animalistic need. Jake opened his mouth and let Sir’s tongue ravage him. He held tight to the big man as his body was explored by hungry wandering hands.

 

Sir only broke their kiss to drag Jake up the narrow staircase and pull him into a bedroom. They tumbled in a hungry heap on the bed, a mess of limps twisted together. Shirts were pulled off and Jake buried his fingers in the thick mat of hair on Sir’s chest. He felt the solid muscle beneath the pelt. He felt Sir’s hands slide across his back. He felt the hair of Sir’s stomach on his bare torso. He felt the Sir’s wandering fingers play across the waste of his jeans before slipping down. Sir worked his hands between Jake’s pants and his briefs, inching is way closer to the flesh of Jake’s ass.

 

“Fucking beautiful boy,” Sir growled into their kiss. Jake let out an involuntary whimper. “You like being called boy don’t you? Has anyone ever called you boy before?”

 

“No,” Jake said in a breathless whisper, “but I… but I…”

 

“Go on boy. Say it.”

 

“I like it.”

 

“Good boy.”

 

Jake almost moaned. His cock throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand how this man, this stranger, was having this effect on him. He was the top in his relationship. He rarely bottomed for Chris. Yet, here in this man’s arms he felt like he wanted to be taken. Even before he understood it in real concrete terms, he knew, he felt, that he wanted to submit to this man.

 

Sir grabbed Jake’s legs and pulled them apart causing Jake to slip. He was now not just on top of Sir but straddling him. His hips naturally grinding back against Sir’s massive bulge. He felt something hard press against him even though both of their pants.

 

“That’s right. Good boy.” Sir pulled at Jake’s nipples making him whimper and moan. “You’re such a good boy. I’m gonna make you feel real good.” He rolled to the side taking Jake with him. Jake suddenly found himself pressed to the bed under Sir’s weight, his legs spread wide around the bigger man’s hips. Sir kissed him again, grinding his short beard into Jake’s smooth face.

 

With one hand Sir held Jake’s wrists up over his head. He tried to pull them back, longing to run his hands through Sir’s chest hair again, but the other man was too strong. He was pinned down. Sir’s other hand traveled down Jake’s trim body, over the patch of hair of his chest that was still expanding to cover his pecs, down his ample treasure trail, to the buttons of his jeans. Deftly, Sir unbuttoned Jake’s pants and shifted them down a little. For a moment Sir broke their kiss, and used both hands to wrench Jake’s pants off.

 

For a moment Jake lay, sprawled on Sir’s bed, exposed in nothing but his straining white briefs, before Sir descended upon him again. Big rough hands held him in place as Sir lapped at his quickly hardening nipples. As Sir moved down his body kissing at Jake’s hot flesh, Sir’s arms extended over Jakes body moving his furry pit closer to Jake’s face. The smell coming from the curling hair swirled over Jake. It seemed to seep into him. It drew him forward. He’d never really been one for musk. He knew some of his friends went to parties all about smelling guys pits, but until this moment it had never done anything for him. It was like everything about this big older man enticed him in ways he didn’t understand. For a moment Jake resisted. Then he lifted his head up and sniffed deeply. His head spun. Breathing in Sir’s scent was like taking a hit of poppers.

 

“You like that don’t you boy? Go on, don’t be shy. Get your nose in there boy.” Sir pressed his chest down and forced Jake’s nose deep into his armpit. Jake had no choice but to breath in hit after his of Sir’s sharp musky scent. His eyes rolled back and closed. He felt his pulse rushing and his mind seemed to go blank. “That’s right boy. Breath it in. Get your tongue out and taste me. Good boy. Good boy.” Sir slipped his other hand down and grabbed Jake’s crotch. He felt the boy’s throbbing cock, and ran his thumb along the shaft. Jake shuddered under his hands. Then Sir felt it, first a timid flick, then a whole hearted lick of Jake’s tongue.

 

“Good boy,” Sir growled. “Get my scent on you. Breath it in. Lick it up. Good boy.”

 

“Fuck,” Jake whimpered, his face still trapped under Sir’s pit. He felt precum leak from his cock wetting the front of his briefs.

 

“That’s different from you boyfriend isn’t it?”

 

“Yes,” Jake panted once Sir finally lifted his arm up.

 

Sir smiled down at Jake. His face was flushed, his lips and chin wet with spit. His mouth hung open just a little, giving him a hungry desperate look.

 

“You like having my scent on you boy? I bet you can still smell me can’t you.”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Yes Sir. Go on. It feels right doesn’t it.”

 

“Yes… Sir.” Jake’s voice trembled.

 

“Good boy. That’s a good boy.” Sir rubbed Jake’s crotch, working another big drop of precum from his cock. “Come on, get on your knees for me boy, I wanna show you what a real man’s cock looks like.”

 

Jake complied. He slid from the bed and landed on his knees looking up at Sir. His face was now level with the massive bulge in Sir’s leather pants and it took everything he had not to reach out and touch it. He was completely enthralled.

 

Sir took a step back, his hands on his belt. Jake’s body burned. His cheeks flushed. He felt his chest shiver. His mouth went dry. Slowly Sir undid his belt, and slipped it from the loops. Then, one button at a time, he undid the fly of his leather pants. Sir pushed his pants to the floor and kicked them off, standing in front of Jake in just a black jock.

 

Jake couldn’t understand what he was looking at. He’d assumed that the size of Sir’s bulge had somehow been exaugurated by his pants, but looking at it straining against the jocks pouch it seemed even thicker. Sir grabbed at the base and shook the cloth covered mass as him.

 

“You’ve never seen a cock like this before have you boy?”

 

“No… No… Sir…” Jake stammers.

 

“Don’t worry boy I’ll teach you how to handle it. You’re not going to take the whole thing tonight. Don’t be scared. I’m going to make you feel good. Come over here and get my cock out. Get your hands on my massive bull cock.”

 

Jake closed the space between them and reached out with shaking hands. He grasped the thickening bulge of Sir’s jock. It was warm and meaty, and bigger than he could grasp. Sir shoved his jock to the ground, exposing his monster to Jake.

 

Jake let out an audible gasp. There, in his hand was the biggest cock he had ever seen. Even in porn he’d never seen anything like this. It was truly bigger than a tall boy of beer. Impossibly thick, with a deep red hue to it, the shaft was studded with veins that spiraled around its girth. The head, half sheathed in heavy foreskin, glittering with precum was wide and blunt. The massive shaft vanished into a mess of dark wild pubes, from which hung a set of large, round, full looking balls, each the size of a heathy peach.

 

“You’ve never had a big gull cock like mine have you boy?”

 

“No Sir.”

 

“No, you’ve never been opened up for a big silicone monster like this. But you want to be. I can see it in your eyes.”

 

Even though Jake knew it was impossible he also knew that Sir was right. He wanted to submit to this man. He wanted this man to take him. He wanted to feel this man fuck him, and that meant being opened up wider than he’d ever imagined possible.

 

“It’s ok boy. I know you’re not ready yet. I brought you home knowing you wouldn’t be able to take me.” He reached out and put a hand on the back of Jake’s head, pulling him forward. “Just kiss it. Get used to having that big daddy bull cock in your face. Im going to teach you how to take it.”

 

Jake allowed himself to be dragged forward towards Sir’s monstrous cock. Almost instinctively he opened his mouth as his lips drew close to the head, and kissed the tip. He tasted the sweet tang of precum. He felt the soft tumescence of throbbing hard cock against his lips. He began to lick around the head. His eyes closed. One hand grasped the base of Sir’s cock, his fingers an inch from making it all the way around. The other hand grabbed at Sir’s hips steadying himself.

 

“Good boy. Good boy. Take it slow. That’s it. You’re not going to take it all at once. Just open yourself up slowly. Taste my precum. Get my taste in you. Good boy. I knew it as soon as I kissed you at the bar. I knew you were the right boy to take home.”

 

Jake opened his mouth as wide as he could taking the head of Sir’s cock into his mouth. It strained his jaw. He struggled to keep his teeth out of the way but Sir’s praise made him desperate. He wanted to prove Sir right. He wanted Sir to be right that he was the right boy to take home. He couldn’t disappoint Sir.

 

Some part of Jake marveled at this, and wondered how the approval of a man he’d met an hour ago had become so important to him. He didn’t really have an answer, it was just true. He longed for Sir’s approval.

 

“Yeah. Good boy. Open your mouth. Take my bull cock. That’s it. Good boy. Fuck yeah! I knew it. I knew you were going to be a good boy.”

 

Jake struggled to take more of Sir’s cock. He was sweating, and his face was turning red. His eyes watered as he looked up at the beast of a man above him. Sir just smiled down on him, keeping a gentle pressure on the back of his head. Thick spit spilled out of Jake’s mouth and dripped from his chin. Sir continued to praise him as he desperately tried to work more than a few inches into his mouth.

 

Eventually, when Jake’s jaw was aching, and he was covered in a heavy sweat, Sir pulled his cock from Jake’s mouth. In one clean move he grabbed Jake under the arms and tossed him face first onto the bed. Jake found himself ass up with the big man behind him. A wild panicked thought ran through his mind: He’s going to try and fuck me!

 

As if reading Jake’s thoughts Sir said, “Don’t worry boy,” his voice a low rumble. “I know you’re not ready for my cock yet. That’s going to take training. Training I think you’re going to take to like a duck to water. No I’m just going to make you feel good. I’m going to show you the kind of pleasure being my boy will bring you.” Big strong hands grabbed the sweat of Jake’s briefs and pulled. The fabric split easily, exposing Jake’s furry cheeks and winking hole, while leaving his cock covered and leaking.

 

Sir let out a low appreciative growl, “Fucking beautiful. Tight little hole.” He flicked a finger across Jake’s pucker causing him to whimper. “When did you last get fucked boy?”

 

“It’s been a long time Sir,” Jake said truthfully into the pillow. He tossed his mind back, longer than he and Chris had been together. Chris had always been a bottom and he’d slipped happily into the role of top. Not that he’d been a prolific bottom before Chris. It had always been a mood that only struck him occasionally.

 

“Is my boy a top?” Sir asked, a laugh coloring his voice.

 

“With my boyfriend yes. I’ve gotten fucked before but not for a long…” Jake was cut off by the feeling of a warm wet tongue lapping at his hole. He moaned and pressed back against Sir’s mouth.

 

Sir flicked his tongue around, working over the tender flesh around Jake’s hole. This was even better than he’d imagined. With how quickly Jake had sunk into him he’d assumed that Jake was used to at least bottoming if not having already experimented with submission. Now it seemed neither of those things were true. He was truly awakening something in the boy. He wondered just how far he was going to be able to push him.

 

Sir pressed his tongue harder and harder into Jake’s pucker. Jake whimpered. He gripped the sheets, and pushed his ass back against the onslaught. Waves of pleasure crashed through him the likes of which he’d never known. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He’d had his ass eaten before but never like this. Sir was managing to touch places he hadn’t known existed. He felt like he was on fire. The thought came creeping into his mind again, even though he knew it was physically impossible he wanted to feel Sir inside him. He wanted Sir to fuck him. He bucked his hips back harder.

 

“Oh fuck! Oh my God! Oh fuck Sir!” Jake moaned.

 

“That’s right boy!” Sir said, pulling off of Jake’s hole for a moment. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

 

“Oh fuck yes! It feels so good Sir!”

 

Sir rubbed a big finger against Jake’s wet hole. Jake quivered beneath him. There was a moment of tension. Sir dropped a big glob of spit onto Jake’s hole, lubing his finger. Then the tension vanished. Jake opened up before him and his finger slid into Jake’s warm guts.

 

“FUCK!” Jake shouted.

 

“Good boy,” Sir said, rubbing Jake’s back with his free hand. “Open up for me. Let me show you how good it feels to open your hole up for me. Just relax.” He slowly worked his finger in and out of the quivering young man, till it moved without resistance. Jake’s eyes drifted closed as he lost himself in the sensations. He let out another low moan as Sir coaxed a second finger into his tight ring. Slowly Sir worked him again, adding more spit when Jake felt dry. Slowly Jake loosened up. His hole bloomed and it became easier for Sir to slide a third finger into Jake.

 

“Oh my God! Fuck! That’s so good. Fuck yeah!” Jake groaned, his words becoming a constant incoherent jumble.

 

“Good boy. That’s it. You’re doing great boy. Little by little we’ll get this pretty hole ready for me. You’re imagining yourself stretched around my cock right now aren’t you? You’re imagining what it would be like. I bet you think it’s impossible. You cant imagine being able to take this.” He rubbed his cock against Jake’s hole just under his invading fingers. Jake whimpered. “Yeah. You can’t imagine being able to take me, but you want to. You want it. You wish you could.” Sir lent over Jake, pressing his body against the shaking younger man. He got his mouth as close to Jake’s ear as he could without taking his three fingers from Jake’s hole. “I promise you. You will be able to take me. Not tonight. No boy, you’re not getting this cock tonight. But soon. I’m going to teach you.”

 

Sir wiggled his fingers inside Jake. A heat started to build with in him. He couldn’t understand it. A pressure in his crotch. It was almost like he had to pee. It pressed into him. It seemed to swell as Sir’s fingers moved. He felt another being pressed into him. Sir’s hand now shaped like a spear pressing four fingers forward. Four fingers, Jake’s mind spiraled. He’d never been this open before. The pressure built inside him.

 

“I’m going to teach you how to open yourself up and take me. And your reward, your reward will be when you finally feel me cum balls deep inside your stretched out hole.” Jake felt like he was going to burst. His balls felt tight. He didn’t understand what was happening. “That’s what you want isn’t it boy? Say it. Say it!”

 

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Sir. I want… I want… Fuck I want you to teach me! Fuck I want to be stretched out! Holy shit. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It feels so good. Sir! I want you to cum in me!” With that Jake’s balls pulled up to his body and cum burst from his throbbing cock. It shot out onto the bed below him his hot ribbon. He panted, his body bucked. He pushed himself back against Sir’s invading digits not understanding how he’d been brought to climax. “Oh my God! Holy shit! Fuck!” he panted as he fell forward into the pool of his own cum.

 

Sir let his fingers slip from Jake’s quivering hole and got up onto the bed behind his new project. He wrapped a big arm around Jake’s shaking body and pulled him close.

 

“That felt good didn’t it boy,” he cooed into Jake’s ear. He wanted Jake to stay in the horny bliss he felt and not succumb to any post nut remorse. He wanted Jake to remember how good it had felt to be stretched around his fingers. “It felt good being opened up didn’t it? It felt good listening to me. You liked hearing about what Im going to do to you when you’re ready. You want they don’t you boy? You like hearing me call you boy.”

 

“Yes,” Jake said, his voice beardly a whisper.

 

Sir rubbed his cock between Jake’s cheeks.

 

“Yes what boy?”

 

“Yes I want you… I want… I want you to teach me how to take your cock. I want…” Jake took a deep breath. His mind still felt hazy from his first anal orgasm. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me Sir. I want to be your boy. I want you to fuck me till you cum deep inside me.” Jake was shocked at his own words but he also knew they were true.

 

“You know its not going to be easy boy?” Sir shifted, his cock now slowly fucking between Jake’s legs.

 

Jake felt the slick of head of Sir’s cock press against his balls. He imagined what it would be like pressing into his guts. He whimpered thinking about how good four fingers had felt, and how much better Sir’s cock would feel.

 

“I know,” he said in a soft voice, “but I want it Sir.”

 

“Its going to take time boy, and dedication. Are you read to do as I say boy?”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

“Without questioning me boy?”

“Yes Sir.”

 

“I promise, I won’t lead you astray. Everything I ask you to do will be in preparation of you finally being able to take my cock. Everything I tell you you must do will be part of you preparing to truly be my boy. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Sir,” Jake’s heart was pounding.

 

“The next time I have you like this boy my cock won’t be fucking your taint. I’ll be balls deep inside you. You’ll be stretched wide around my bull cock. You’ll be my willing cumdump.”

 

“Fuck yes Sir!”

 

“Good boy. Fucking good boy. You’re going to be such a good slut for me. Fuck! Such a good fucking slut.” Sir bucked harder between Jake’s legs before letting out a low roar. He held Jake to him as his cock swelled and then unleashed a flood of cum. It shot against the underside of Jake’s balls, and coated his soft cock. It covered his legs and mixed with Jake’s load on the sheets. “Good boy,” Sir said again. “Good boy.”

[MeatPcs]

Great story!

[Socalboi]

So hot! Love your stories!

[randyrawman]

Fuck, I love the way you write.

[SFCumdog]

Great start! Can't wait to read more.

 

[newboy1689]

In his apartment the next morning Jake couldn’t believe what had happened to him. It all seemed like a blur, like it had happened to someone else. Yet, he was the one standing naked in his bedroom looking at himself in the mirror and seeing a new person.

 

Though physically not much about Jake had changed mentally he was different. His understanding of himself was different. He’d thought of himself as a vanilla top, into guys who looked pretty much like him: mid-twenties, toned, with a little body hair. Now he saw himself as something different. Now he saw himself as what Sir had unlocked within him, and what he longed to become.

 

His fingers cautiously played across the hard plastic of the cage Sir had locked his cock in. Consisting of a stout black plastic ring around the base of his cock and balls, and an almost flat circular disk like a tiny bike wheel, it forced his cock back so far that it almost looked as if he didn’t have one at all. His balls, forced forward by the ring swallowed up his caged cock, leaving him with just a leaking nub.

 

“This will keep you focused,” Sir had said as he pressed the cage over Jake’s cock head. “Your only sex organ is your hole now. The only way you get off from your hole, just like you did last night. And don’t worry, once you’ve taken my cock and your stretched-out hole is dripping with my cum, if you want unlocked I’ll take it off.”

 

Remembering Sir talking about his stretched-out hole brought Jake’s hands to the other change. He felt the base of the plug still lodged tight in his hole. He tugged on the base, pulling the plugs knot against his ring. He whimpered. He’d never played with his hole. Not even the few time’s he’d bottomed before. He’d never really found it that exciting. Now, however, with the dream of taking Sir’s monstrous cock all of that had changed.

 

Jake still couldn’t explain the power Sir had over him. It didn’t make any sense. He’d asked himself that as he’d walked from Sir’s place to the subway that morning, the plug bashing against his prostate with every step. How had this man, who he would have said was completely not his type, gotten him to go home with him? Not only that, how had this man convinced Jake to change his body, give up who he thought he was in bed, and train himself to take his big, fat, silicone cock?

 

Jake turned his attention to the toy’s he’d just finished unpacking. Sir had packed them into a duffle bag as Jake had gotten dressed.

 

“This is your training kit boy,” he’d said, handing Jake shockingly heavy the bag. When Jake had looked confused he added, “It will make sense when you unpack at home.” Then Sir had pulled him into a tight hug, and kissed him roughly on the lips. “I’ll see you in two days, I can’t wait to see what progress you’ve made. Have fun boy.”

 

Jake wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he felt silly for not understanding Sir’s meaning when he unpacked the bag. Lined up across his dresser stood a group of increasingly large butt plugs followed by another line of dildos. Sir had sent ten toys home with Jake in total. Four plugs, five dildos, and one that fell between with a long fat shaft, and a thick knot at the base. Still as large as biggest toys were none of them were as big as Sir’s cock.

 

This was how he was going to train his hole for Sir’s cock, he thought looking at the row of toys. Looking at them made him nervous, excited, and, as evidenced by the stream of precum leaking from his locked nub onto his balls, aroused.

 

“Alright boy, time to show me how dedicated you are to taking my cock.” Sir said two days later. Jake was standing just inside the vestibule of Sir’s town house having been greeted with a bear hug and a kiss. Sir was shirtless, showing off his massive powerful arms and chest. Jake’s eyes had immediately been drawn to the obvious massive bulge in Sir’s thin basketball shorts. Really, he might as well have been naked for all that they hid. For a second Jake just stood there, his back to the door, not sure how to follow Sir’s instructions. Then in a much more forceful tone Sir said, “Strip boy.”

 

Jake almost jumped at the change in Sir’s tone. Feeling nervous and self conscious he pulled off his jacket and shoes putting them off to the side. He then slipped out of his shirt and dropped his pants. Standing now in a pair of white briefs he looked at Sir for approval.

 

A wide grin spread across Sir’s face. “Good boy,” he said. “Getting ready to take my cock is about more than just stretching that pretty little hole. It’s about letting go and becoming the piggy sub slut that I know you are.” Sir pulled Jake to him again, his mouth almost touching Jake’s as he said, “I knew it as soon as I kissed you in the bar. You gave yourself to me. You didn’t know it but that was when you became mine.”

 

Jake whimpered. Sir was giving voice to what he’d been thinking the past two days. Horny and desperate for release he had spent hours bouncing on the dildos and plugs Sir had given him. The feeling of opening himself up had brought new pleasure, and an alluring sense of accomplishment. When he’d bottomed out on the smallest dildo Sir had sent, still larger than the average cock, Jake had orgasmed so hard he fell over. He’d lain on the floor impaled on the dildo, his hole twitching around its thick shaft, as his balls spasmed and cum pumped from his locked nub onto his swelling balls. Penetrated, stretched and shaking he’d been able to think of nothing but Sir. Not just his giant tool and how much Jake wanted it, but of how Sir made him feel. How he wanted to submit to Sir. How much he liked obeying Sir’s instructions. Everything he was doing was hotter because it was what Sir wanted him to do, it was in service of Sir. Now Sir’s words swirled in Jake’s mind, you became mine, becoming the piggy sub slut I know you are.

 

“Turn around boy, hands against the door, stick that sweet ass out.”

 

Jake obeyed and quickly felt Sir’s big rough hands on the small of his back. They grabbed at his briefs. Jake expected Sir to rip his underwear again, but this time they were yanked down to his ankles.

 

“Now let’s see how my new pussy is progressing,” he gave Jake’s ass a little smack, causing him to jump a little. Sir let out a low appreciative growl. “Good boy. Fuck good boy. I didn’t even have to tell you to come here plugged, did I? No. You knew. You knew that a good slut would come here just like he left, stretched and plugged. But which plug is it?” He gripped the base and gave it a little tug. “This isn’t the one I sent you home with.”

 

“No…” Jake gasped as Sir played with the plug, “no Sir! It’s… fuck! It’s the middle one. I was able to take it this morning.”

 

“Already up two sizes? Well your hole is more stretchy that I thought.”

 

“I spent… holy fuck Sir that feels so good, I spent basically all of yesterday and today playing with my hole. Fuck! I’ve been so horny. It hasn’t even been that long. With the cage I mean. It’s only been a couple of days and not being able to touch my cock…”

 

“Has you fucking desperate doesn’t it boy?”

 

“Yes,” Jake moaned.

 

 “Good boy,” Sir rubbed his cloth covered crotch between Jake’s cheeks. His cock head bounced against the base of the plug shaking it in Jake’s hole. “You’ve been thinking about my big fucking cock, haven’t you? Dreaming about it?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Good boy. Going up two plug sizes is impressive but you’re not ready for my cock yet. I’d break you, and we don’t want to break this pretty pussy.”

 

“Fuck I want it so bad Sir!”

 

“I know you do. I know you do boy. Follow me, I have a surprise for you. It’s not as good as my cock, but it’s going to help get you ready.”

 

Obediently Jake followed Sir into the house. They passed the stairs, and walked through the well-designed front from. Past the dining room with its large original looking chandelier they turned into a little nook before the kitchen. Sir opened an unassuming door and lead Jake down into what he suddenly realized must be the garden level.

 

Jake wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting but Sir once again surprised him. The entire lower floor of the townhouse had been turned into a play room. The floor was dark black tile, glittering in the low red light. Before them stood a sling, set up below a mirrored section of ceiling. On the far wall a giant wooden X stood, with straps and cuffs at the end of its four legs. There was a bench with a padded seat just at crotch height along another wall. Spaced between them were shelves and hooks loaded with sex toys of all varieties. Whips and flails, masks and restraints, plugs and dildos lined the walls.

 

There was so much to see that it took Jake a moment to notice that they weren’t alone in the play room. A man, dressed much as Sir had been the first time Jake saw him stood in front of a bed with black sheets off to the right. Though it was a little hard to tell in the low red lighting he looked to be a little younger than Sir, maybe just having turned forty. He had short hair pushed forward into a little ridge above his forehead, and an impressively full mustache. His jaw was square and sharp, connecting to a thick neck. He was broad shoulders, and his big hair covered pecs were accentuated by the thick straps of the black harness strapped around him. His stomach was flat, but undefined, like one big slab of muscle with a wild mat of hair pushing down into the wide waistband of his white jock. Jake’s eyes flashed to the man’s bulge. It was big, but far more understandable then Sir’s.

 

“This is Mike,” Sir said giving Jake a little push towards the other man. “He, and a few of my other friends, are going to help you get ready for me. Not only are they going to help stretch out this pretty little hole,” Sir tapped the base of Jake’s plug, “They’re going to help you become the slut you need to be to take me. Now, go on and get on the bed over there. All fours, show Mike that plugged up hole.”

 

Nervously Jake walked over to the bed, the tiled floor shockingly warm under his feet. He got up onto the bed and turned so that he was kneeling across it with his ass turned towards this new stranger. He bent forward and rested his chest on the bed, presenting.

 

Jake felt a hand rub his ass, then a quick light smack. He jumped a little and both men laughed. Then a hand grabbed the base of the plug and tugged at it. He felt it pulling against his hole. Then suddenly it slipped out and he felt empty. There was a moment where the plug just rested inside him, then Mike pushed it back in. Jake easily expanded around it’s girth and took it’s knot back in with a soft plop.

 

“Fuck,” Mike said, speaking for the first time. “When did you start breaking him in?”

 

“Two days ago. I picked him up over the weekend. By the looks of his hole he’s spent the last two days wrecking himself with the toys I gave him. He’s already gone up two plug sizes. You’re the first one getting a crack at him though.”

 

Mike gave an appreciative growl. The plug was pulled back, and slowly removed. Jake whimpered. He was left empty and open. He felt cold air slip inside his hole, then warm breath. A hand gripped each of his cheeks spreading him wide. Mike’s tongue flicked around Jake’s ring making the young man sigh with pleasure.

 

Sir moved around the bed so he was standing in front of Jake. He squatted down so they were eye level. “That feels good doesn’t it boy?”

 

“Fuck, yes Sir,” Jake moaned.

 

“What’s he doing?”

 

“He’s eating me out!”

 

“That’s right. He’s rimming your tight little hole, opening it up. Do you know what he’s going to do after he’s had his fill?”

 

“No Sir.”

 

“He’s going to fuck you.” Jake must have looked shocked because Sir continued, “That’s right boy. Being a caged sub boy, and stretching out your hole isn’t enough to earn my monster. No, you have to give in to being a total slut. Only slutty sub boys can take my cock. Do you know what the difference between just a horny bottom boy with a locked cock and stretched hole, and a real slut is boy?”
 

“No Sir.” Jake panted, his breath catching as Mike plowed his tongue into him.

 

“A real slut boy, one who’s worthy of my cock, isn’t just open enough to take me. He’s a real true cock hound. A dick pig. A cum slut. The boy who gets my load is a boy who craves being used. A boy who gives up his cunt to real men. He’s already full of spunk when the tip of my cock touches his hole. He’s a faggy pig slut.”

 

“Fuck,” Jake moaned.

 

“That’s what I’m going to make you into. When I’m done with you there will be no going back to the quite little vanilla top I picked up last weekend. You’ll be too hooked. Even if you ask me to unlock you and you get to use your cock again, you’ll never be the same. You’ll have experienced sex in a whole new way, and there will be no going back.”

 

“Fuck,” Jake whimpered again. His eyes looking up at Sir with desperate desire.

 

“Is that what you want boy? Do you want me to turn you into a real slut?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Say it. Tell me what you want boy. Say it!”

 

“I want you to turn me into a fucking slut Sir. I want you to make me a faggot pig slut! A fucking… oh fuck… oh fuck that feels so good! Fuck! I want you to make me into a fucking faggot, a sub slut, a cumdump!”

 

“Good boy!”

 

There was a shift behind him, then hands gripped his hips and Jake felt something new push against his hole. He knew it instantly. The warm firm but slightly springy flesh of a cock pressed into him. His hole held it back for a moment, his sphincter tying in vein to reassert its exit only nature. Then it slid inside. Jake moaned loudly, his head crashing into the pillow. Several inches of thick meat pushed inside him in one easy stroke.

 

“Good, good boy,” Sir said, getting up onto the bed with them. “That’s it. Take Mike’s cock boy.”

 

Mike put a hand between Jake’s shoulders and forced him down, his ass stuck in the air.

 

“Fuck,” Mike said, his voice low, “this hole is fucking nice. Holy shit. So warm and soft. Fucking hell boy. You were a top? Fuck, what a waste. Holy shit.” He pushed more of his cock into Jake, keeping the boy pinned to the bed.

 

“It feels good doesn’t it boy? It feels good having Mike’s big dick inside you. Well… It’s big for you right now. Right now it’s quite a stretch getting him inside you isn’t it.”

 

“Fuck! Holy shit that’s so good. He feels so big!”

 

“Good boy. Take his cock. Take him inside you. That’s it boy.”

 

“Fuck! Fuck!”

 

“Yeah, taking Mike is a challenge for you now, when I’m done with you though. Fuck. Once you’ve finally had me inside you,” he grabbed his own crotch, shaking his impossible bulge at Jake’s face, “you’ll be able to take Mike without any prep. Just spit on your hole and sit on his big rod.”

 

“Fuck yeah. This hole’s going to be so fucking loose when you’re done. Fuck, but it feels good now.” Mike pushed deeper, and Jake felt his strong hairy thighs against his ass.

 

“That’s it boy. That’s it. You’ve got him inside you now. Is that your first raw cock? Your first time getting fucked by a real man?”

 

“Yes… Fuck! Yes Sir! I always… fuck! I always fuck safe. I’ve always used condoms, even my boyfriend and I use condoms.”

 

“Not any more boy…”

 

“No Sir!”

 

“Just the dream of my big cock was enough to get you to take it raw.”

 

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes Sir! I want your cock so bad and… fuck!”

 

“And what boy?”

 

“It felt… holy shit! Mike you feel so good inside me!” Mike, holding onto Jake’s hips has started to slowly fuck his cock in and out of the boy’s quivering hole.

 

“Keep going boy, what did you feel?”

 

“I felt… It felt so good playing with those toys. I’d never felt anything like that. Opening myself up. I couldn’t stop, every time I got a little more in I felt so accomplished. I wanted more. The first time. That morning, the morning you gave me all those toys, I went home and I immediately tried one of the dildos out. I managed to fuck another load out of myself, through the cage. I felt… I don’t know… it felt different from jerking off but good, it felt so good. I want to feel it again. And I’m so horny, I’m so fucking horny. I know you said the cage would help me focus on my hole, but it’s made me so fucking horny all the time. Not just because I can’t jerk off but because it reminds me that I’m working to taking your cock. I can’t have my cock until I’ve taken yours and that’s turning me on so much!”

 

“Good boy, that’s exactly how it should make you feel. Give into that.”

 

Mike had started picking up the pace, hammering his cock down into Jake’s upturned ass. Jake whimpered under the assault. His hole burned, but it didn’t hurt. It felt euphoric. Something was opening inside him. New pleasure centers were being created inside his brain. How waves of sexual pleasure crashed through him. He felt his cock, forced back into his body by the cage, strain as precum leaked from its tip. His balls were slick, and a trail of precum dripped from them onto the bed below.

 

Jake whimpered, as he looked up at Sir. “Fuck! Sir! He feels so good inside me. Holy Shit! I never thought! Fuck! I never thought getting fucked would feel this good. Oh my God! I can’t wait for your cock Sir! I’ll do anything. Anything! Please. Please make me into a faggot slut cumdump pig worthy of your cock!”

 

“Fuck! I’m gonna fill this boy up! You ready for your first load boy? You ready for your next step towards taking that silicone bull cock?”

 

“Yes! Please! Breed me!”

 

“Fucking slut!” Mike roared and slammed his cock balls deep inside Jake’s shaking body. Jake collapsed forward under Mike’s weight and they lay there in a panting heap. Mike twitched deep inside Jake’s hole spreading a new warmth inside him. Jake was being flooded with his first load. He was being bred.

 

“That’s it,” Sir said, rubbing his hand softly along Jake’s sweaty cheek. “That’s it. Good boy. You’re one step closer to taking my cock.”