Embracing the slut inside me

I was alone in the apartment. Matt had explained that his other housemates, Lucas and Bobby, were out of city and I already knew Howie was in Philadelphia for about two weeks. Matt had demanded breakfast again this morning, another omelette, and then we left for work. What was I doing here, I wondered to myself. I had decided to leave several times, but something held me back. Why was I doing this to myself? But I knew the answer, I had to stay to become the person Howie wanted. It felt so good to transform myself for Howie but I was getting fucked, sucking dick and bearing all this humiliating stuff by Matt. This was the main thing disturbing me. I don't want to be a slut but I was enjoying getting fucked a lot.

I was built like an Olympian god with solid eight pack abs having fat percentage less than 3. My body and attitude screamed an alpha stud but I enjoy riding a kid, a fucking 5'7 kid. I hated this, I hated Matt for what he was doing to me but whenever his cock would sprung out of his crotch, I would feel so weak, every muscle of my body would just surrender to his cock, my ass would kind of vibrate and tingle craving for a cock, his cock. And now when Howie was not here, I was feeling like as if I were cheating on him with this punk Matt.

No, I came.here for Howie and Matt was right this was the perfect opportunity to transform myself into a muscle...uhhh.. slut and find a place for myself in Howie's life. It was so hard for me to think even straight now. On one hand there was my ego that was scolding me for getting myself dominated by that punk and on other side I couldn't stop thinking about his cock filling my guts with his hot semen. Fuck!!!

To be a muscle..umm... slut I needed muscle and so I needed my protein shakes, obviously Howie and Matt did not have anything like that in their apartment so I headed out to the local shop the other day and pleased to find my favourite brand I bought a couple of weeks supply. At evening we headed back to the apartment. I opened the door and walked in but the kid stopped me. When Matt was not fucking me I found this little twink so annoying. I shuddered as I recalled just how easily I switched into slut mode whenever he fucked me forcing me to submit completely to him like a two bit whore. Fuck, now I was calling myself a whore. What a mess I have become?

"Wait a sec old man", Matt ordered as I was heading to my room. I turned, annoyed, but waited to hear him out. He marched up to me with his little sexy seductive swagger and hugged me tight. He said,

"Old man, today is the second day of training. You've only got around two weeks to completely transform yourself and show Howie how much you want him. I need to step things up." I groaned audibly but he ignored me and then he shocked me with what he said next,

"So starting right now, and whenever you enter the apartment in future, you're gonna strip naked and hang your clothes right here on this hook." I looked at him dumbfounded. There was no way I was doing that but then he added seductively,

"A slut doesn't need clothes to express himself. For a slut clothing is just a veil to hide himself. Let yourself be free and display what you ve got." I wasn't comfortable at all with the idea of wandering naked around this place so said,

"Matt, I don't feel comfortable being naked around here. It's not right."

"Shush old man", he said placing his finger on my lips, then continued,

"Sluts don't have opinions and they don't argue. Keep that in mind. You are newbie that's why I'm ignoring your little mistakes." He started unbuttoning my shirt with his little fingers and as he did I felt so helpless and weak and I couldn't resist his innocent smile and fragile strength. My inner slut was once again winning and preventing me from stopping this puny little twink doing what he wanted. How could I, a mature muscle-bound body builder, let this kid strip me of my clothes. I could kick him in his balls, I could punch his face and could beat him up to remove the cunning sneer from his face but it felt so erotic and so good that I didn't stop him. Actually my cock started hardening instead. He hung my shirt on wall hanging and felt my biceps. "So strong, so manky, so handsome and so sexy. You are such a beautiful being Darius", he complemented my body his little hands were moving about my abs and bulging hairy pecs. He circled his fingers around my meaty manky nipples and tweaked them softly making me hiss. I was ashamed that the way he was admiring, touching and caressing me caused a bulge in my pants.

"Such devouring meaty boobs. Even a woman would be jealous. I still don't believe that how can a Goliath hunk like you be a slut", he commented smiling, and I got red. What a weird comparison it was.

"Ahhhh", I moaned mechanically as his slender fingers tweaked my tits plummeting their sensitivity. Yes tits, I told myself. Matt likes to call them tits. As a slut I have boobs and tits instead of pecs. His hands moved down and unbuckled my pants, pushing them down towards my ankles.

"What the fuck", he said angrily, "I told you that sluts don't wear underwear. So why are you in your briefs Darius?" His anger startled me. I had not wanted to go out today without wearing them. It would have been too embarrassing to have people staring at my junk. It was not what a man did. But was I a man my inner slut asked me accusingly.

Matt, sensing I was drifting away in my thoughts, demanded, "well old man?" Hurriedly thinking of an excuse I said lamely, "I forgot and just put them on this morning as it." He sighed clearly disappointed in me then told me to remove my shoes and socks which was awkward with my pants around my ankles and then to remove my pants too.

Once done he just pointed, signalling me to stow them with my shirt beside the door. Then he left me in my underwear and headed to the kitchen fumbling around for something in the kitchen drawer. Scissors. What the hell was going on? He was mad. I have never seen him so out of composure. Normally he would be innocent looking cute twink.  He came over to me and grabbed my red Calvin Kleins and moved the scissors in to cut.

"Wait", I pleaded, but he ignored me and he cut the briefs from my body exposing my dick with its embarrassing hard on. He wasn't done proceeding to cut them into tiny pieces in front of me. I should have stopped him, but I was rooted to the spot in shock.

"You wanted this old man", he mocked, and I turned my face away in shame. I was rock hard and my dick fully erect and totally embarrassed yet in awe of how easily he manipulated me.

"Now you're starting to understand the meaning of being a true slut, Darius.", he explained, "you must never hide your body or your emotions. Show what you're feeling, show your hard on to the world with pride and joy."

I looked up at him abruptly as he said this and he repeated, "with pride and joy". Pressing his point Matt said,

"Yes old man, accept your new role. You're not the controlling daddy you were in Sherrill. You are a cock craving slut who needs to prove Howie he regrets betraying him. This is your new identity and you must learn to live with it." He grabbed my chin moving his hand through my beard,

"Do you get it, old man? You'll always be naked in the apartment, and no briefs from now on.", I nodded in agreement unable to do anything else. I have to prove Howie that I have changed. I truly regretted hurting him.

Then, he took me to a whole new level of humiliation, as he grabbed my nine-inch fat and hard dick springing from my bushy crotch, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my entire body, that was not his intention and instead he just pulled me along like a dog on a leash as he walked across the living room. I followed him like a dog following his owner. My head was shouting no, but again the slut inside me prevailed and as his hands pulled I just surrendered to him and followed like loyal puppy to the couch where he released his grip and sat down.

"Now go fetch all your underwear", he commanded, and I hesitantly obeyed. I had no other choice I had to see this through. I brought my array of brightly coloured Calvin Kleins and he proceeded cut everyone of them into pieces and threw them in the trash. My heart sank on watching this, but I saw the look of pleasure on his face at my compliance and I felt something that I never felt before, a feeling of contentment that I had made someone proud.

"Let's have dinner old man. What can you make?", he asked, and I told him the few dishes that I could cook. He decided on one and I got cooking. He watched TV while I cooked the food. But, he kept inventing reasons to come as see what I was doing as his naked chef and give a tight slap on my bare ass and squeezing the meaty globes every time. He would purposely come to the kitchen area and comment on my ass that how fuckable and big my assets were. It made me mad as I was trying to focus on cooking, but I endured. By the time I prepared the table and laid out the food my ass had received 10 hard spanks and was stinging badly as I sat down to eat.

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"Mmmph", I was lying on my back and he was on me, kissing me on my lips. Matt was a good kisser and I enjoyed having a French kiss with him completely dominating me. Normally I would have punched him for kisismg an Alpha male like me but I had to submit to him. He was my mentor right then.

He was kissing me passionately and with his hands he was squeezing my tits softly scratching my skin through hairy chest. I couldn't stand the waves and jolts of pleasure and participated in kissing him with same passion returning him the favour. I had never realized how much pleasure my did my tits give me. my wife was never into nipple play and it would be me playing with her tits. But the magical fingers of Matt had stirred another site of sexual pleasure in me. He then moved from lips to my cheeks playing with my beard for a little time. My eyes were shut and I moved my head back to relax myself. His soft lips were kissing my skin, my beard and down my neck. My neck was thick naturally and also because of the workout, and it was also the sensitive region of my body in addition to my earlobes, cock, hole and tits. It was so romantic on one hand and so humiliating on other but I loved it as I felt really happy and nostalgia of making out with Howie was shooting waves of pleasure through my head. He moved down from my neck to my broad shoulders worshipping every curve on them, then to my big beefy hairy melons sucking and chewing on my nipples just like a baby does to their mother. My nipples have become so sensitive that the slightest touch would  just give me so much pleasure and they are hard wired to my dick and to my inner slut mode. I was weakening again to this punky twink. His naked body was pressing on my hard cock and he was making me feel so vulnerable. I rolled my arms back and puffed my chest out to allow him more access to me while I started moaning putting my dignity aside living the pleasure shamelessly that Matt was giving to me.

"Moan louder", he whisper-encouraged me,

"sluts always express their happiness through their loud moans and groans". His words were always there, encouraging, correcting, explaining. It was like a lecture and my brain was eager to learn.

"Arrgh", I screamed out loud and my body convulsed as he ground my nipple between his teeth. With one hand he was squeezing my right man boob and with other he was stroking me so hard.

"I'm close Matt uhhh, arrgh, fuck!", I shouted, I couldn't control my lust any longer and surrendered to my slutty and erotic desires. Matt abruptly left my dick and again focused himself on sucking and biting my nipples. The pain mixed with pleasure was so good that I felt I was in heaven. As my horniness calmed he once again started stroking my fat nine inch dick taking me to the edge then removing his hand and denying my release. This was torture -- the most erotic and delightful torture I had ever experienced. He expertly kept me on the verge like a bitch in heat, taking me to the edge of orgasm then switching to torture my battered nipples. I was loving it wondering if this was tonight's lesson - edging. He wanted me to learn to how to enjoy edging. If it was then he was doing an excellent job as I was really loving it. His mouth moved from my nipples, he seized my arms and pushed them over my head exposing my pits. I kept my pits shaved to enhance the lines/curves of my body and he dove in licking, sucking and biting driving me crazy as he did so.

"Oh fuck. Arrgh. Yes matt....yes...ahhhh...oh...fuck....what it is....i love...it....", I shouted and moaned, my shameless cries of pleasure and slutty satisfaction filled the room. I had learnt to moan like a slut whenever Matt was with me. The slut I could already feel myself being transformed into. His every touch was so sensual and erotic that I had to surrender to his ministrations. I was evolving rapidly experiencing and enjoying things I never even dreamed of before. Whereas yesterday I was feeling so ashamed tonight I didn't care the kid was taking advantage of me instead focusing only on my overriding need not just to act like, but to actually be, a slut. It did not matter what Matt was doing, all that I cared about was implementing what Matt had taught me in these last two days and the lesson, I now realised, was expressing my joy and happiness with my moans and screams. Matt was so good at sucking and seducing any man that he effortlessly transported me to my slutty space. He spat on, and licked and sniffed my armpits, then he came up and stared into my eyes completely dominating me. How can such an ant control and overpower a bull elephant like me?, I thought. But he proved, without a doubt, that ant Matt could.

I reconsidered my position with this twink kid. He was all over me, edging me, controlling my ability to cum and keeping me in state of constant need and longing, a real volcano of heat rising, but being denied the ability, to explode. I was totally at his mercy. But, then a doubt came into my mind, is this supposed to be about me? Is a slut supposed to prefer his pleasure rather than of his top? Wasn't Matt's pleasure more important than my own? What the hell was I thinking? Thinking just like a slut. He smiled and kissed me roughly and passionately on the lips again. He bit my lower lip and lowered his hands to pulled so hard on my nipples that I squirmed in pain. My tits have swollen by the soft torture. He started from slow and delicate love making to rough and hard torture. But I endured. If I resisted Matt would say,

" A true slut endures the pain", so I just took it like a true slut. Howie's face came to mind as Matt worked me and I imagined him inflicting all this pain to my mouth and tits. His tongue penetrating and sucking me in while his hands pulling and cruelly abusing my nipples. I felt his dick rubbing against mine and then him stroking me causing precum to once again leak uncontrollably from my rock hard meat. All I could do was endure and kiss him while it felt like my dick, my nipples and my mouth were all being raped and on fire. I could feel his saliva mixing with mine in my mouth, it tasted amazing. I was lost in heaven when he stopped. His rubbing action, kissing, and tweaking on my nipples all ceased. I was so close to exploding my load and he again ruined my orgasm. I cried out in desperation. Pleading with every part of my body, begging him with my eyes, I wanted and needed to cum so bad.

"Open your mouth", he whispered. I obediently did so and then his mouth closed and moving into me spitting into my mouth. "Now swallow", he ordered. I looked in utter shock. It was so disgusting and I didn't want to do it but had I any choice?  He looked so dominating that I swallowed and gulped taking his spit down my throat. The feeling of being forced by someone so weak and fragile was driving me nuts. I never realised how much I needed to be dominated like this by a man physically inferior to me. I had given all the power to him and it felt so good.

"Good boy", he cooed, and again he attacked my mouth and nipples just like before. He continued his magical mix of pleasure and pain with endless edging for another thirty minutes. I felt proud that I was living up to Matt's expectations as a slut which was quite weird.

"Now move up and kiss me", he ordered as he lay down to allow me to move myself into position. Now I was on top of his small frame but I was not in charge. I looked at that state of my battered, red nipples from his constant tweaking, nibbling and pulling. When I look up to the wall mirror I saw my mouth and lips red and bruised. How had I let this kid do this to me? Last week I would have beaten him to a pulp for even talking rudely with me yet here I was as a willing victim of his torture. I shuddered as I realized just how much this boy had reduced me that my illusion of a masculine and muscular grace and glory was destroyed by this twink. I moved up to kiss him, but he stopped me.

"Your second lesson of the night Darius", he said, "the art of kissing. You know that kissing is a way to seduce someone and as a slut you must be skilled in this art to seduce a man."

"Understood?", he asked, and I nodded my head.

"Now come closer to me", he instructed,

"show me that seductive smile on your face and slowly delicately yet deliberately pressed  your lips against mine."

I moved to begin but he said,

"Wait", and he had more instructions for me,

"At first you are just gonna brush your lips against mine making me want more. Then continue slowly rubbing your lips on mine like a loyal dog licks his master. Then slowly and steadily increase the intensity and show me the passion and make me feel it as you feel it yourself. "

I nodded in understanding, and he continued,

"a slut must understand the feelings he receives from kissing his Dom and must make sure that those feelings are transferred to the man he is kissing. You must have noticed how I started kissing you before. Now get to work" I didn't know how to be a good kisser, but I wanted to try and I worked hard as Matt guided me. I was slow and delicate with my best seductive smile to entrance my man. I kissed him passionately remembering how slowly, sexily and passionately Matt had been just an hour ago and returned the same to him now. After ten minutes, satisfied with my attention and now ready for more he pushed me lower. I understood the signal and continued kissing him but now on his neck and I heard him moaning encouraging me to do even more. I kissed his nipples and his gasp of pleasure shot through me. I kissed and sucked his other nipple and then he pushed me down and I made love to his abdomen, his navel and his sweet delicate treasure trail. Then, there it was, his dick. I no longer saw it as small but now saw his hard throbbing dick as an image of perfection. His six and a half inch cock was smaller in my comparison and it had much more strength, power and stamina than mine ever had. To his my cock was all show and no go. The scenes from my lunchtime cock sucking flooded my mind and my own dick skyrocketed. My mind still screamed hatred at me for wanting and needing this but my throbbing dick and my inner slut made it clear what I needed to do.

"Suck me Darius, put that training into action old man", he ordered, "Blow me just like the slut you are. Don't hesitate. Express yourself." I felt a sudden excitement in me his words were triggers to my slutty core, no longer just the thought of Howie to drive me but now, "express yourself", "show your inner self", "embrace your inner slut." They worked like magic, a chant and incantation driving my desire to submit and to serve. His words ringing in my ears I engulfed his dick with my mouth. That amazing taste, as at lunchtime, on my tongue while I sucked Matt's dick and it was driving crazy pushing me on to work to please him. The urge to feel that sweet nectar made me forget everything around me just like in the basement. I grabbed his dick in one hand and moving my mouth and lips over the head of his dick started moving up and down. The sweet moans of pleasure and delight coming from Matt fully awakening the slut inside me and were another nail in the coffin of the other Darius. I sped up starting to suck wildly on him and Matt started pushing his ass up pushing his dick deeper hitting my throat.He was not big but when he slipped down my throat I gagged and then gasping for breath couldn't take it and coughing lifted my mouth off him.

"Darius, sluts don't leave cocks this way", he shouted angrily. He was upset with me.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't breathe", I apologised profusely realising as I said it just how genuinely and deeply sorry I was to fail him and to fail to submit in the way he needed.

"Get back on it", he demanded adding sternly, "deep throat me just how I trained you in basement." I'll do my best I thought somewhat defensively as I took him in my mouth again and started moving up and down slurping along his entire length relishing the touch and most of all the taste. Matt pushed himself deeper into me and I took it at first really trying to serve him but then I started to gag and once again gasping for breath I pulled off him.

"Fuck Darius. Why are you so dumb?", Matt demanded. I was mad but the realisation hit that I was not mad with him but with myself for failing and so instead of teaching that kid his place I apologised to him again. I ignored the voice inside me telling me I shouldn't be doing this. His dick was dangling in front of me swinging like a pendulum. I was being hypnotised. I couldn't make him mad right now as I needed to taste his sweet nectar.

"Gimme another chance", I begged taking his dick in my hand. This time Matt knelt up freeing his hands to hold my head forcing me down to take his dick deep. It was still difficult for me, but I did it to satisfy my insatiable need and lust to serve and to win my prize. "Yes, that's it old man. You can do it", he encouraged, "you know you can take me deep in your throat old man. Don't be a sissy." I was not a sissy. No one calls me that I should punch this fucker but instead I surprised myself and just let the anger go and focused on using everything I had to try to serve him. It was working and he started moaning in pleasure and I was jumping for joy.

"Take my cock deep down your throat", he instructed, "Darius you're a slut and sluts can take every dick. Now time for the next part of your training. It's time to take my cock along with my balls. Stuff your mouth with my junk" He was forcing my head down on his dick and now deep enough to take his balls. I tried to shout out to stop him, but my voice was gagged by his balls. His cock had blocked my throat and his balls were making their way to fill my mouth. I was struggling to breathe and starting to panic, if I didn't stop then I would pass out. Self-preservation started to kick in and I tried escape but Matt didn't let me go. Then I heard his voice,

"Remember your training old man", and abruptly today's session started moving like a film in my head. His words guided me how to take a deep throat.

"Hold your breath and as I move out breathe in through your nose, then hold me serve and please me until you get another chance to breathe." I focused on my task and forced myself to relax focusing on catching my breath as he withdrew and giving Matt his pleasure with renewed vigour each time he pushed himself back deep into me. His hands were stuck to the back of my head forcing them down deeper into his mouth. It was working and I got my rhythm. Matt's dick leaked precum and the taste encouraged me. It actually made me desperate to endure it more and to take this deep throat fucking with skill just like a true slut. He was using me, my mouth and my throat just as a vessel for his load. I was his own personal cum dump, just a tool, a toy, used and I knew I wanted to to be used by this dick. My mouth was now filled with bushy balls and Matt kept me in that position while I was adapting to inhale and exhale to maintain oxygen. Matt's training was working and getting results.

"Arrgh. Yes. Yes slut. Fuck. Yes man. Yes Darius I knew you could do it. You are...ihhh...the perfect slut ....you..are a born slut muscle man....ahhhhh take it ...take.my cock....suck it gooodddd", he moaned. My mouth was full of his manhood flooding me with delicious precum and then he withdrew.

"Fuck I was gonna shoot", he said breathlessly. I he pulled out of my mouth I was drooling uncontrollably. He looked down at me and then, taking my messed up face in his hand, he kissed me. I responded forcefully, desperately and eagerly kissing him back with a raw all-encompassing passion, need and desire. My indecision, my dignity and last vestiges of my ego gone. All I wanted was sex, sex, sex.

"Now for the third lesson Darius.", he said,

"You actually know how to do it so gimme a demo." I looked at his innocent black eyes and I wanted to get lost in their depth. Suddenly Howie came into my mind and replaced Matt. "Howie...", And I kissed Matt assuming him to be Howie. "Slow down tiger", he giggled, "I'm Matt....your lover is out of town." I blushed.

"So you're gonna ride my dick just you rode Howie Darius. Show me your expertise and let me draw an analysis", he said. A wave of shame swept through my face. I had ridden Howie and I loved it. But it was so humiliating that I couldn't think of doing that again. "Show me Darius", he said and as he turned me round towards the mirror with me on my hands and knees on the bed,

"Show me what you got back there." I didn't resist as my ass was begging to be fucked and I was ready for what I assumed that would be tonight's grand finale.

"Ahhhh fuckkkkk....it's do ...urhh pain ful...", I moaned as I felt his finger penetrating my hole. My hole was actually convulsing, sphincter muscles clasping and giving immense resistance to his intrusion and again the sheer pain and that erotic feeling. But this is the pain that I loved so much, something penetrating and making its way through my tight tunnel working through it hard and rough.

"Fuck. You're so tight and hot like an oven Darius that I could roast my fingers in your pussy", he exclaimed,

"I stretched you well last night, but your hole has tightened right up again old man, just like a virgin ready to be deflowered again", his dirty words were making me hornier and sluttier. I pushed my ass back feeling the painful resistance, but I wanted him in me and I wanted it now.

"Just look at your huge muscular globes", he said as he pulled out his finger and squeezed my big muscular glutes. I was disappointed when his finger came out. Whack. He spanked my ass. Whack. He did it again. "Fuck, I love that sound, it's amazing. How can you have such fuckable ass old man?", he asked,

"it seems you worked really hard to get such a tight and muscular ass, something few attain, but you did slut. You are a natural muscle bottom",

Whack. Whack. Whack. I moaned with pain.

"Please", I pleaded. "Whack".

"I can't stop", he said,

"fuck these huge hips big man. Just look at their size. You could any woman to shame with your huge butt." He was playing with them humiliating me to a huge extent. No one has even touched my ass before and there he was spanking my butt. Never even my father had spanked me and here a 20 years old kid just age of my daughter was spanking me.

Whack. "Fuck, Arrgh. Stop, please Matt", I begged as I tensed my muscled against his assault. He turned to look at me and said,

"I was gonna fuck you, but I've changed my mind" I looked at him and asked pleading, "but why?", and got embarrassed at my desperation.

"Because you are not letting your slut come out Darius", he said and turned over on bed adding,

" let's sleep together old man." I looked at him and then down at my leaking dick. I was desperate to release my load and now he was suddenly refusing. It must be another lesson of his. It must be part of his training hoping this was just a test and there was still a chance.

"Hey, what did I do wrong?", I asked him unable to keep my desperation out of my voice

 "Let's sleep Darius", he replied, "You don't wanna open up."

"But what did I do? I did as you say", I complained like a baby. I was so confused, and my throbbing dick wouldn't let me calm down. To make it worse I had to endure see him slowly jerking himself off as he refused to use me. It was weird that I wanted to be used. I just stared at his dick licking my lips. It was leaking precum and I wanted to taste it.

"Hey Matt", I yelled in annoyance at him. He just smirked ignoring me, increasing the intensity of his own hand job as he made fun of my desperation. I needed him badly. I couldn't stand it any longer and scooted myself over him aligning my hole over his hard dick. He tried to move but I grabbed him, he was surprised and started to object but I ignored him and sat down his dick desperate to impale myself on him.

"Fuck", I screamed. It was too difficult. My asshole was not letting him in. So it was true that I was so tight and sighed in desperation and disgust at myself. But the urge to feel a dick was too strong and I didn't care about the resistance. I felt the head of his cock slip inside and penetrate my resistance.

"Fuck..ahhhhhh", I screamed again in a bliss of pain. Matt was just speechless to see my slutty side overtaking me like this. I was also surprised at myself but I needed his dick so desperately in my ass to calm it's overwhelming heat just like the good slut I am. I knew what I had to do moved and grabbed poppers from the drawer and inhaled deeply. My head spinning, I relaxed and went down on his dick.

"Oh my god, yeah", I shouted in ecstasy. I was sliding slowly down on him my ass hugging and caressing every incredible inch of Matt's dick. Matt was in a frenzy at just how slutty I was for his dick and for him. He thought of me, born a slut but denying my true self, but boy, now I was making up for it. He couldn't believe how a wrestler, such an alpha hunk could love riding dick. He knew my former self. Any tint of ego was gone and and I had finally embraced the slut I was born to be. As the new slut moved up and down on Matt's dick so eagerly and erotically he wanted to teach me one final lesson for the night but that could wait and he let himself enjoy a slut  work. He felt so proud to see this godlike man humping breathlessly, moaning loudly and enjoying himself so much totally lost in the bliss of serving another man's dick.

"Fuck Matt. Yes. Woooo. Yes", I moaned as Matt dick hit my prostate with pressure sending shockwaves of delight through my whole body. I was begging for more, begging Matt to fuck me to give me the joy I desperately needed. Matt grabbed my glutes and squeezed them hard. It was time for the final lesson.

"Tell me Darius that you're a slut", Matt ordered hitting my prostate with all his might making me shout the most ecstatic groan of night. He wanted to make sure I could never forget and to drive it deep into my subconscious so that I always linked this need, this pleasure, this delight, with my true self as a slut.

"I'm a slut Matt, I'm a slut", I shouted out forcing myself down harder so that his dick would hit my prostate again. My hands were pressed hardly against his tiny shoulders. I wanted and needed to shoot. My dick was a fountain of precum but I needed more.

"Say that you like dicks", Matt wanted to make Darius realise that who was in charge of his muscular body and again ploughed his prostate hard. This questionair was a lesson for Darius to always keep in mind that he was a fucking slut and nothing more. 

"Arrgh. Fuck ...Yes", I moaned then shouted,

"I love dicks." And Darius complied to what Matt wanted.

"Now repeat these two sentences loud and clear", he ordered me,

"Repeat them!" I felt his dick pulsating my protate pushing extreme pressure on it.

"Oooh", I moaned, then obeyed saying,

"I'm a slut and I love dicks."

"I'm a slut and I love dicks", I repeated,

"Arrgh", as he continued hitting my prostate on repeat.

"I'm a slut and I love dicks ahhhhh.", I groaned,

"Fuck....you cunt..."Where are you taking my cock Darius?", Matt asked, cutting me off.

"Ooooh. In my hole", I said sweating profusely.

"No Darius", he corrected, "it's a pussy. Say it!" he ordered breathlessly as he was close too, but he wanted to teach me this hard lesson.

"Yes. It's a pussy. I'm taking your dick in my pussy Matt fuckkkkkk...please...shoot...make me cum now....", I begged.

I did not think I just obeyed as such think of it I just needed to earn his dick. I needed to ride his cock, feel his hot cum erupt inside me.

 "Now repeat it ten times old man", Matt ordered while he hammered my prostate with continuous blows. The sound of his balls slapping against my huge huge was music to Matt's ears as I repeated his words as ordered. Matt hoped that Darius won't forget his lesson after this raunchy and hot session and would adapt to his new reality. Suddenly a thought came and he,

"Whack" I heard and felt a hard slap on my buttocks. I opened dmy eyes and saw the most cunning expressions on Matt's face. Fucker knew what he was doing.

"Arrghhhhh", I screamed again feeling the sting if pain but this time the prostate massage made the spanking even more hotter and hornier. I took the spank as a source of pleasure and a fresh load of pre-cum spurted from my dick.

"Now bitch", Matt demanded, "jerk yourself and ride me faster. Make both of us cum. Do it now, slut!" Reinforcing his order with another whack to my ass this time imprinting his hand on my smooth white skin.

"Yes sir", I replied.

What? Why the fuck did I just call this twink sir? The sheer unlikely audacity of me addressing him as my superior was so confusing but erotic. Just imagine a big bodybuilder man riding a twink. The power dynamic was so baffling for me.But my thoughts were lost as I felt Matt's cock convulsed and his facial expression changed. He was about to-

And he did cum in me and as his dick rammed my prostate my own dick exploded fountains of creamy white cum with rush if screams emanating out of my mouth. "Aaaaarrrh. Fuck fuck..fuck..urhhhhhhh, such wild and animalistic groans I made. My eyes rolled completely while I was both receiving and ejaculating cum. I screamed and screamed breathlessly and crazily like an animal. It felt so amazing and natural. I shot over and over, load after load convulsing in the best orgasm of my life. This was a night I would remember for a long time. My chest was pumped, skin red and body shivered. I took a long time to surpass the waves of orgasm through my body. I was still heaving and my 'pussy' still clenching around the twink's cock. 

Matt's head was on my broad hairy chest and my hand was rubbing my abs spreading his cum all over. My dick was still hard even after this hot sex with Matt. We both were naked, but I felt so comfortable with him that being naked felt like actual clothing when I was with him. All former thoughts of discomfort completely vanished but still there was a bit of modesty as my dick stood hard. He started stroking with authority cupping my ostrich sized balls in his small hands. I was thinking about what happened. He pushed me to the extreme, but I showed him the slut I really was. Was there still any doubt left that I was not a slut? I asked myself.

This little fucker always brings the slut out of me. He looked so innocent feeling up my body so cutely. I do have a thing for twinks. I even addressed him as "sir". What was I thinking? How, why, did he have that power over me? What is it that drives me so crazy when a cock enters me? Matt would say it is my evolution and he was right. I was evolving, despite my hatred for being so slutty I wanted and needed it. I have a problem with this word "slut". It is so humiliating and degrading but I also can't deny I am one. Can anyone deny their identity and what defines their existence?

"Darius", Matt called me from my thoughts.

"Huh", I said. " Why don't you join a gym as a trainer down here instead of doing that stupid job with us?", he asked.

I had been thinking the same myself but was concerned it would sever another link with Sherrill and if I was working as a trainer would I have the time for Howie.

"Lemme think", I said turning around as I was so tired after riding him. "There is a gym just round the corner. ", he encouraged,

"You can apply there".He moved to lay over my back and I could feel his naked body which made my dick start throbbing again.

"Okay. Let me sleep now. I will think about it tomorrow", I said and closed my eyes.

"Ok big guy", he said and kissed me on my cheek, my neck and my back with that strange smile on his face. This annoying cute little fucker. 

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