The Interview
To be a male homossexual is to deal with the question about where and what hole we will enter or make available for each other. Some of us prefer the mouth, some of us prefer to not go inside any hole and some of us love the butt and the anus. There’s still a specific category of homossexual: those who claim to be bottoms.
An incredibly rare gem exists among those who complain, fight about it, simply take it to satiate their partners or because they’re too flimsy or too lazy to pound another’s man’s hole. These foolish complainers are the ones who claim to be bottoms, but true bottoms are on a category of their own.
Are you a true bottom? Can you prove yourself as an ass gooner and anal addict? Call us or send a message, the tests will begin soon.
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That was the ad crossing my way to bring me here. I had found it at a gay bar I used to go to every other Friday. My curiosity and loneliness, the usual day in, day out; the grind of it all had me pushing to meet friends or to find someone to date. The boredom of it all, the not finding the right partners, led me towards this path.
“Leon? Leon?” They called my name. “Room 113 for your interview.” The rather attractive deep voiced black man guided me to the room.
“Leon, right?” There was a little bed looking a bit similar to a stretcher and another door at the back of the rather bland greige room. I looked back after hearing the clicking of the door closing. My eyes were caught quickly shifting back to the man who was asking me that question.
“Yes, it’s me.” My little steps went towards the chair.
“Make yourself comfortable. I see you paid attention to the clothing guidelines.” His green eyes observed the black running shorts and cotton sleeveless shirt I was wearing, my blue sporty sneakers slipped a little making an annoying sound against the floor when I tried to tidy myself up.
“It makes me a bit more comfortable, yes…” I sighed with my face getting redder. The white skin on it burned a little.
“And it exposed your shape and lack of frontal bulge. A little curvy and muscular, white skin, brown eyes, nice big rear and probably a small cock…” He was taking notes, writing on the paper forms held in a red lacquered clip board.
“Well, yes… That last one… My cock is around five inches when hard, but I’m usually not that erect when receiving it in my rear.” My hands trembled a bit with my voice breaking throughout those sentences.
“You have the right attitude and type of body we look for in our bottoms. By now you know you signed up for the Anal Stretching Society and you know we focus on homosexual sodomy.” He flipped a page in the forms. “Our terms of agreement still affirms: the repetition of our organization values is important, they include the extensive participation in and endorsing homosexual extreme sodomy, our world view includes and supports the development and sustainability of anal sex addiction and our mission is to create the most perverted acts of anal debauchery by partnering with and endorsing relationships and networks between anal addicts. In your case, you signed up for the bottom role which includes the necessity of being a true bottom and the desire to become a fully anally destroyed slut. We expect you to already be anally addicted or in your path towards that. Can you share your opinions and experiences relating to that?” He read all of that long text from the papers without flinching.
“I’m… I have to admit that I’m not as fully experienced as some of your guys might be, but I can handle a huge dick and I have been fisted… Though very softly and gently…” A loud gulp slid from me. “And I’m very interested in further development of my currently growing anal addiction, if possible I’d like to become a full anal pervert able to handle a lot in my butt.”
“That’s a good start.” The smile on his lips jumped at me. “You’re on the right path indeed. Now I want to know if you’re ready for the partnership project. We will have the ball next week. Your preliminary tests today include you signing up to meet your top partner at the ball. Do you accept it?” He moved the pen to begin some writing on the paper.
“Yes. The partnership program is the one thing really hooking me into this idea…” His reactions brought out a red colored fabric handkerchief from my pocket to dab it in my face.
“Though you’ll be responding mostly to your partner and engaging in more activities with him, you will be engaging in activities with other bottoms and tops in our society. Do you have anything against making these friends and being an anal slut belonging to us all?” His hands moved on to the next page on the forms.
“I agree to participate in your social happenings and gatherings. There’s a lot of boredom from enjoying myself alone and I’d love to have some friends who appreciate my anal devotion.” I smiled back at him.
“But we need more than anal devotion, we need bravery. Our society activities include extreme actions such as heavy fisting and even the enjoyment of unusual kinks including anal prolapsing. Are you sure you are the right type of true bottom to have your body modified in such manners?” Jake raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, I am. I have been anally wrecking myself since I was a preteen. There was a lot of fear of getting into my heavy anal kinks since about three or four years ago though. Now I’m fully in agreement and ready to be completely anally ruined, I’d love to be a prolapsed anal deviant if possible.” My little cock started dripping precum from those admissions.
“I guess that’s it for the questions. You scored high on your desire and in the neediness points so there’s no necessity in elongating our session with more superfluous doubts.” He lifted himself from the chair. “You can come in.”
My face was a little retorted when I saw his short shorts. His cock length was similar to mine if his lack of bulge was taken into account. He was a bit leaner and more muscular than me though, on the shortish side in height, but still slightly taller than I am. His white skin had a few hairs, none too prominent and his pale brown hair made sense to his green eyes. I didn’t look at him for too long because another person entered the room.
This man came from the back door. He was wearing just tight deep blue boxers struggling to keep his immense bulge in place. The blonde tall blue eyed muscular stallion grabbed the interviewer’s waist to position the shorter brunette’s butt against his growing length.
“I’m Jake by the way, and this is Christian. We’ve been partners for four years now and I’m glad to be his anal faggot.” Jake, the guy who was interviewing me, leaned in to kiss Christian on the lips.
“I’m also glad to be his top faggot, lover of his man slut tunnel.” Christian started rubbing Jake’s small erect cock over the short shorts. “We will be responsible for your first physical evaluation.” He was slowly bringing down Jake’s shorts to reveal the stubby little completely shaved cock while Jake’s hands reached back to get Cristian’s immense spear out of the boxers.
Christian’s penis was massively overblown in size. I had never seen anything like that. He pushed it in between Jake’s thighs and let Jake’s much smaller penis and delicate little balls rest on top of his massive manhood.
Jake’s tiny little dick was darker even though he was white, it made for an incredibly sensual contrast with the stark white and pink huge log in between the softly hairy thick bottom boy thighs.
“Get naked.” I wasn’t expecting Jake's commanding tone, nor for me to be naked on our first interview. My shorts and underwear were clumsily dragged down by my shaky hands before I took off my shirt.
They both moved towards my increasingly jittery body once I had only my sneakers on.
“Oh darn, you’re gonna be very successful with such huge mounds.” I felt Christian touching one of my asscheeks while Jake was taking notes on the forms and holding his clipboard.
“You go to the gym, right?” Jake kept writing.
“Yes, I exercise four to five times a week and I tend to anally stretch myself in those days. Sometimes, on rare occasions, I wear a buttplug at the gym too.” I felt Christian big hands spreading my wide cheeks, my own little cock raised in response so Jake took penis measurements to confirm my earlier claims.
“Five inches when hard, not incredibly small but will suffice.” He whispered.
“He’s also wrinkly, there are some signs of usage, but not too heavy. Round anus still having a tad bit of tightness, incredibly sensual brown tones probably caused by the stretching schedule.” Christian spoke about his anal evaluation before letting Jake see it and finally letting my butt rest.
“Two inches unerect.” My limp cock was measured by Jake when it went down. Christian was grabbing a big lube bottle and a very thick syringe from the table we were sitting by during the interview.
“Very short, muscular, some fatness and medium hairy with the slight, apparently manscaped hairs on his rear cheeks.” It was Jake's final writing before he let his clipboard on the table.
“You don’t have to be so nervous.” Christian put the lube filled syringe near the stretcher like bed. He came in to hug me from behind and let that immense cock rest in between my cheeks. The pulsing of his veins against my hole let me know more about the inhuman completely insane size of his.
“It is eleven inches.” Jake came from the front hugging me to press our small penises together, his even smaller than mine.
They started caressing my body, gently touching my hairs and stimulating the entrance of my anus and my penis.
It was when I hugged Jake and groped his ass that I noticed he was wearing a buttplug, a thick one. Christian lips were plugging into mine while Jake attacked my neck with cheerful peppering kisses.
“There’s no reason for fear. We’re all completely addicted to dumphole sex.” Jake pulled me in for a kiss. Christian let us cherish each other’s wide butts before coming back to spread my mounds. He pulled me towards his face and I felt him sniffing my butthole.
“Hehhh.” I groaned when his tongue and handsome blonde stallion face rubbed against my anus. That wet slick member of his penetrated me, it was flicking inside my butthole, dancing against my rectum walls to make them wetter, to taste the insides of my anus.
My body wanted to escape out of shyness, but Jake held me in place kissing my lips while aiding with spreading my cheeks wide open as hard as he could for his partners to intimately explore my inners with that wicked tongue.
“Don’t fear it, let it happen. We will value you as one of our own once you prove yourself.” Christian spoke while the long kiss between me and jake became a neverending anal brothers’ embrace.
Jake’s fingers planted themselves near my anal rim stretching my butthole even harder than before. I felt the long and thick, lube loaded syringe, sliding into my rectum followed up by trespassing into my colon and stretching my second hole in order to force lube up my depths. They had no qualms about exploring my innermost walls.
Christian kept loading me with lube while Jake and I slightly jiggled our round big cheeks in excitement. My body noticed that Jake was as limp as I became, both of us were small limp wet faggots precumming while rubbing our unerect penises and focusing on the stuffing and clogging of our dumpholes.
“You’re a good boy, holding more than half a litter in there! Hold it in.” My butthole clenched once Christian was done. The overfilling of my deep bowel chambers was already telling my body that I needed to discharge all that lube.
They soothes me with gentle guidance to lead me to the bed similar to a hospital stretcher. I lied with my ass up, having Jake holding my little cock to position it in between my muscular soft thighs.
“It’s important to check on your cock reactions during the anal testing.” It was Jake who spread me again. “Dear fuck… You manage to beat me in butt size…” He laughed a bit while going in to lick my slick lubed ring. Christian licked and sucked on my precumming man nub. There was freedom in letting them have fun with my ass and cocklet. They simply kissed afterwards to share my cock and ass tastes.
Those fingers of them found their way into my anal sphincter to enter it. Each of them had two fingers inside of me, using them as hooks to spread my ring in the most uncomfortable way. They were forcing my butthole to gape open.
“Wait… This way I’m going to feel like…” My heart stomped with the heat in my face pointing out the red coming across it.
“Like shitting out all the lube?” Jake smiled.
“Brother, we’re doing anal sex and the most normal thing to feel is the shitting contractions… Don’t deny them, push… It’s one of the main reasons for tops like me to be completely anal addicts and faggots for male turd tubes… To know you’re all feeling stuffed and like you have to shit yourself and then bam! A blooming bitch squirting from her little man nub and pushing anal wetness all over us!” Christian’s voice took a strongly assertive, but happy color.
“You heard, you’re not going to prolapse if you don’t feel like you‘re about to shit yourself…” Jake kissed my back.
I didn’t reply, there were only grunts and more grunts while I pushed and farted the thickest lube that had been inside me in all of my life. The obscene squishy noises accompanied by the farting symphony of the clear lube oozing, sometimes squirting, out of my hole was taking over the room.
They spread my anus wider to look into my quivering rectum walls, to fully inspect the vibrant red of my angry inners moving, spitting out the mess all over my delicate balls and streaming little manhood.
I pushed harder, my body was fighting for it and struggling to accept the burning pain on my aching forced open anus. The rectum tissues were balling up, almost projecting inside out from my sheer effort.
“Almost a little rose coming out of your garden. Good boy!” Christian slapped my cheek letting my hole go, but Jake dipped in one more finger letting three of his digits still stretch me. Those sly movements felt like they were swimming in my extra moist noisy guts with no mercy when dancing inside.
“Good boy, now we will have the final test.” Jake moved to position his astonishing polished huge white globes near my face. He had a really big butt, but mine was bigger indeed.
“Tell me whenever you want me to stop.” Christian’s sweetened tone didn’t match his quick invasion, adding more digits to my butthole until struggling to push his whole fist inside me.
“Here here dear!” Jake slowly removed the ten inches long bullet plug from his hole. I knew the exact size by looking at the stamped numbers on the bottom of its base.
It disappeared when Jake let it fall on the floor, exchanged by the view of his gaping bred anus. “I took ten loads from our guys a little earlier, Each of them heavily fucked my shithole and now I’m gifting their seed to you, lick it all up.”
He pushed out, I saw the prettiest wrinkled and brown darkened well used white boy dumphole projecting out a light pink growing anal prolapse. I had no doubt about what I wanted. I simply sucked on his delicate rectum petals to be delighted by the taste of anal folds mixed with strong faggot sperm, the sperm of debauched homosexuals and true shithole lovers depositing their scum in a beloved ruined man anus.
The happiness within me only grew when Christian, watching the depraved display, brutally forced his way to sink his whole fist inside me. I had tears in my eyes from the big balled up hand of a muscular blond stallion ripping my ring and rectum apart, ruining my aching guts with so much pressure..
“That’s it, you’re invited to the sons of sodom ball.” Christian twisted his wrist and fist inside my hole to make me leak some pee from the pained stretching and overfilling sensations.
The awful need to shit took over me and I absolutely loved every second of simply losing anal control; losing myself to the extreme blockage, the wide clogging, the pressuring of my anus, the ripping motion opening me in the most unnatural manner.
I screamed when he delicately exited my hole. Those full contractions made me push out like a whore and squirt pee from the burning tip of my limp nubby cock. The red of my guts almost jumped from my hole as I sucked the dainty pink of Jake’s perverted still prolapsing rectum.
“Good, good…” Both Jake and Christian moved to kiss my lips. They had absolutely no problem with the jizz or the ass fluids or nothing. We became a trio of lecherous homosexuals, sodomite lovers rubbing their bodies together until Christian moved himself.
“Won’t you be sliding your cock up my bowels today?” I asked.
“Bare penis to deep bowel penetration will be reserved for your partner until you find one. I do want to slide up your guts after that…” Christian explained.
“And I’ll be happy to help out…” Jake kissed me.
“I’ll want more anal with you guys if you allow me…” They both smiled my way.
“That will be amazing. Now, I used both of your holes today, your hole now and Jake’s hole earlier. You have the right to cum on me.” He went on his knees. Never in my life had I imagined a big masculine dominant blond stallion like him would lend himself to little dick bottom fags like us.
“Don’t be shy, our tops will service us for our dutiful delivery of taking it in perverted wrongful sodomy.” Jake shoved his little cock up Christian’s mouth giving it a few thrusts before cumming inside.
Christian only opened his lips to show off the cum pooling up inside and grabbed my hips sucking my now erect small spear with enough hungriness in his eyes to hastily pump it all over his tongue.
I took a little more, a bit more than five minutes. My hips jerked trying to fuck his mouth such as Jake, but I was too useless and he ended up not only dominating my anus, but also my dancing cocklet with his tongue. All the while his monster dick danced and throbbed, it was all erect proving that he loved sucking on little cock.
There were a couple of loud moans when I came in his mouth only to be surprised by a melting snowy cummy kiss. Again, we shared our sperm gladly taking it and eating it from each others’ tongues.
“Be proud little boy.” Christian congratulated me with a hug and so did Jake.
They both helped me to take a shower while rimming my distended swollen asshole. There was even some care for my skin and my hole with ointments which were given to me to take home.
I received a black envelope with a tridimensionally printed red rose on it. It was my invitation to the initiation ball, the first Sons of Sodomy big meeting. There was a date and some instructions telling me about their rules on how to find a partner.
My sleep was gentle and calm that night.
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Character guide:
Leon — Short 5’4 little guy with dark hair, brown eyes, a little 5 inches cock (erect, two inches limp). He has body hair and usually shaves or waxes it, but his sensitive skin forces him to let it grow for a while before smoothing it out again. He’s gentle and sensitive, sometimes even shy, but has an enormous amount of anal hunger. He’s still a little inexperienced, still learning what he enjoys, but he likes and daydreams about being a full ass slut. He’s muscular but has some softness from his well distributed body fat. His incredibly huge ass is one of his main physical characteristics, but his nice jiggly pecs get some attention too.
Jake — A 5’6 guy with brown hair and green eyes. Jake is very well experienced already being a four years member of A.S.S. He has a big butt, almost hairless body, an extremely little cock being three inches erect and one inch limp. His butthole is very skilled with a total of 8 years in extreme anal training. He’s a total anal slut, a bit of an exhibitionist and loves the feeling of forcing his butthole to take a good pounding way beyond its limits. Jake may have a strong personality, but he cares a lot for his brothers and is incredibly affectionate towards them. He loves his partner Christian above all.
Christian — A 6’2 guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. Christian is a well experienced top also being a four years member of A.S.S. He has a nice butt, hairless, very fit body and an extremely large cock. He’s completely addicted to loose skilled buttholes living to serve them. Christian has a firm gentle personality. He’s affectionate towards his anal brothers, but specially focused on the bottoms and serving them. He adores sucking on small bottom dicks, the feeling of silky loose bowels on his cock and playing with prolapsed holes. He loves his partner Jake above all.
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