From Stoned to Boned

I hated my life. I grew up in a poor and abusive environment, and never received any affection. The best decision I made for myself was to leave “home”, and compared to being on the streets, very honestly there was not much of a difference. After leaving that abusive house, I quit school and got a dead end job doing menial work, barely scraping by to rent a room in the sketchiest neighbourhood in town. At least it was a room over my head. 

While I had gained a little freedom, life did not get better. Working at my job as a labourer, I was back in an abusive environment with terrible supervisors, earning a pittance. It was miserable, and my only escape came from drugs, something that a “friend” had offered me out of pity. We met on a particularly bad day, when I had messed up badly at work and was threatened to be fired. As I sat on the pavement pitying myself and worrying about what I would do if I was fired, I felt someone sit up next to me, spreading just a little warmth to my shoulders. 

“Looks like you are having quite a rough day.” 

I turned to the voice and stared into the brown eyes looking straight at me. He was beautiful, with matching brown hair and chiseled features. He looked perfect. What would he know about rough days?

“Yeah, I am. What’s it to you?” I replied tersely, wanting to be left alone. 

“Well, whatever you are going through, I can’t make things better, but I can certainly help you feel better.” The man smirks and brings out a tiny bag of pills. “Here have a free sample, and you might see things differently. Call me when you want more.” He tosses a slip of paper with a phone number on it and the name “Andrew”, before getting up to leave.

With that, I was alone again. Drugs were not uncommon in my neighbourhood, but I had always resisted the temptation. Somehow, when I was back alone at home in the evening and feeling shitty about myself, my mind wandered back to what the mysterious guy said, and went for it. The man was right that I would see things differently, quite literally. It also came with a high that made me smile, something I never thought I could do. Although the high was temporary, it was such an escape from my dreadful life, and I found myself going back to Andrew for more. 

This became my routine for the next 2 years, until something happened at work that finally got me fired. It was so difficult to find another job, and not working meant that I did not have money to fund my addiction, and the withdrawal symptoms were brutal. Battling the withdrawal symptoms, I was even more of a mess, reducing myself to a skeletal frame, eyes sunken and lifeless. I was a miserable, wretched existence, and desperate to get back on that high. It was more than I could take, and I decided to seek Andrew out. Maybe he could let me get some pills on credit since I was such a regular customer. Maybe if I begged really hard, he would give me some out of pity. Maybe I could even work for him…

Andrew lived just a few blocks away, but it was already in a much nicer part of the town. So much for gentrification. As I knocked on the door of his apartment, I heard footsteps approaching. 

As Andrew swung his door open to check on his unannounced visitor, he instinctively recoiled at the sight that greeted him - a pile of rags draped over a skeletal frame. “Motherfucker, what the fuck is this?” 

Taking a closer look, “Holy shit, Evan, is that you? You look, and smell like literal shit! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Please Andrew, I need more of your product. It’s the only thing keeping me going and I’ve not been able to get my hands on it. I need it… please I will do anything”. I never noticed how tall he was, but Andrew was a big guy, standing at 6’2. Looking up at his hulking frame at this doorstep and making such a pathetic request made me feel even smaller than my 5’7 frame already was. 

“Fucking hell. If you wanted it, you could have just wired me the money like you always did. Unless, you don’t have any?” Andrew saw through me even before I had the opportunity to beg. “Look Evan, I thought you were a smart guy. I introduced you to those drugs as a way to take the edge out of your situation when you needed to. You had the potential to work your way out of your situation, and you were supposed to work hard to achieve that”.

“Well, look where I am now” I replied, as my nose leaked from the withdrawal, and I began shaking. 

“You look like a fucking mess and I don’t think you will survive the way back home if I turn you away now. Lucky for you, I’ve always had a soft spot for you. Why don’t you come in and let’s see if we can work something out.” Andrew beckoned me into his apartment. 

Maybe if I followed Andrew and did what he wanted, he would finally give me some drugs so that I can live again. With that thought, I trudged behind Andrew into his apartment. Contrary to what you’d think of a drug dealer’s house, it was clean and bright, filled with cosy looking furniture, and oddly inviting. 

Andrew smiled to himself. His plan had worked. Andrew had always wanted to make Evan his, and today was the day that it was going to happen. He sat Evan down on the floor (he was too dirty for the couch), and laid down the terms. “Evan, I’m going to make you the deal of your lifetime. It seems like you have a very serious addiction, so I will give you all the highs that you need for life. On top of that, I will also give you a place to stay and help you turn your life around. It’s not going to be easy to achieve that, seeing how terrible you have managed your life so far. I’m going to help you, but in return, you will need to place your trust in me and give me ownership to your life. You will need to commit to and obey everything I tell you to. It’s your decision now” And probably the last one Evan will ever make. 

“Once you say yes, there is no backing out. So think about it”

With my desperation to get high again, I could not process anything after Andrew said he was going to let me get high for life. What else do I need? “Yes, Andrew, anything. I will do anything if only I can get my high. Now can you give me some drugs please?”. I practically drooled at the thought of getting high again.  

“Alright Evan, that’s it then. You are mine now. I will give you the high as promised, but not so fast. Let’s get you cleaned up. That’s the first thing you have to do for me. To the shower. Now.” Andrew’s voice got stern and cold. 

Looking forward to getting that high, I scrambled to my feet and followed Andrew to the shower.

As I stripped and stepped into the shower, I noticed that Andrew had also stripped to his underwear and followed me in. “You look so weak that you might not survive a shower. Let me help you.” Andrew placed his hands on my shoulder and guided me towards the water. I almost collapsed under his weight, but felt strangely secure. His hands were warm, and somehow injected some life into me. 

As Andrew ran his hands across my body to soap me up and scrub me clean, I felt strangely aroused, and my cock started to tingle. 

“Looks like you still have strength for something” Andrew smirked, and I felt him press his weight behind me. I could feel his bulge pressing against my back. It was big. “Evan, I told you that I am going to give you a high, and this is going to be better than any high you’ve ever experienced” Andrew whispers into my ear as he pressed his bulge further into my back. “Are you ready?”

I could tell what he was going to do to me, but I was doubtful that I could achieve a high as good as those pills. Nonetheless, I was desperate and nodded yes. 

“Good. Now just let yourself loose Evan, and give yourself to me.”

As if I could resist Andrew right now even if I wanted to. Andrew was much bigger than me, and always looked like his muscles were going to burst out of his clothes. Now, he’s going to use those perfectly sculpted muscles to pleasure me. 

Andrew wrapped his hands around me, and his fingers found my chest, and moved slowly to my nipples. He circled around them, before giving them a pinch between his thumb and index finger. I jolted from the shock and the surprisingly pleasant sensation, and let out a moan. What was this feeling? It was weird but so good, and I felt my mind go blank and my eyes roll back into my head. 

Smiling at my reaction, Andrew continued. “I knew you were sensitive here, looks like you really like it”

I was drunk on Andrew’s magical fingers, and when I finally came back to earth, I could feel something pressing against my hole. Andrew had removed his underwear and was pressing his cock against it. It was massive, 9” long and thick as my wrist. “Evan, this is going to give you the best high you ever had, just relax and give yourself to me” Andrew pressed further, and I could feel my hole ripping apart. I jerked forward and away from Andrew. How is this pain supposed to get me high?

“Of course, you are still tight” Andrew kneels down and I feel something wet and sloppy against my ass. Andrew was licking me, and I instantly relax at the sensation of his tongue rimming me, gentle pressing against my anus. He removes his tongue, and replaces it with a finger, then two, stretching my hole and moving in and out, gently fucking me. I took deep breaths and let my body go limp, focusing all the strength I had on my hole, gripping onto his fingers. He must have found my prostate, and it was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt, more so than when he had played with my nipples. I was completely helpless and in Andrew’s control, squirming and shaking at the whims of his fingers. My own 7” cock was standing at attention and jerking around when I felt his fingers once again pressing down on my prostate and my mind went blank again. Streams of cum erupted from my cock and I was convulsing in the pleasure as my cock danced around. Yet, I could feel my ass gripping tightly to Andrew’s fingers, hoping to get more of it. As I descended from my orgasm, I felt Andrew’s hands wrapping around my cock, milking me of every last drop of cum. 

“Look at you, getting that high with just 2 fingers! Are you sure you will be able to handle the high that’s coming next?” Andrew laughs as he thrusts his massive member into my hole.