My name is Eli. I don’t exactly fit the stereotype of my body. I have a thin frame, wavy hair, a boyish face, and somewhat decent ass for my size. A perfect representation for the word twink. But where most people would expect that to mean I’m also a bottom I end up surprising them. As it stands now, I’ve never even attempted to bottom for anyone. I really have no desire to. I’ve never even sucked anyone’s dick. I’ve always been most comfortable flipping the script and being the unlikely top, and I’m quite good at it if I do say so myself. Nothing beats the look on a bottom’s face when they realize I mean business and start hammering into their hole. But there’s still one thing that could be better. As of right now my dick is adequate, but I don’t want to settle for that. I want to whip out a monster that no one would expect a small little twink like me to have in the first place. Unfortunately, most of the apothecary shops in the city that have growth serums are outrageously priced.
On the plus side I discovered a little hole in the wall shop fairly close to my apartment that apparently has some of the cheapest prices around. It’s a bit run down and I’ve never gone inside but it’s at least worth a shot. One morning, on my day off, I leisurely stroll to the shop in question, taking in the sights of the skyscrapers around me. A few times I catch the attention of some daddy types, most of whom are beastmen. For whatever reason I seem to draw the eyes of beastmen more than other humans, but I’ve just never been that much into them. Especially given how many seem to have an affinity for being dominant tops. That being said, I did breed a cute terrier dude who had the usual look of surprise when I made my stance on bottoming clear and proceeded to fill him with my cum.
Eventually I reach a narrow alleyway positioned between two large, but fairly rundown buildings. I take a deep breath and walk towards the neon sign that simply reads ‘Apothecary’. I open the door and I’m instantly hit with a scent that undeniably belongs to a man who doesn’t think much of showering after the gym. I wrinkle my nose at the stench and instantly remember another beefy beastman at a bar who was hitting on me. “You like the smell of a real man don’t you?” He wasn’t the biggest fan of my turning him down and making it clear I prefer he took a shower. I step further into the store and let the door swing shut behind me, noticing how small and cramped it is in here. Vials and bottles of all kinds of potions clutter the shelves along the walls of the shop and at the center is a plain wooden divider that the shop owner is sitting behind.
He looks up from something he’s fiddling with under the counter and a casual smile creeps across his face. He’s a horse beastman with short brown fur, a large muscle gut, and arms that look like they could bend a steel bar. His tanktop looks slightly stained and it’s clear the musky smell in the store is emanating from him. Definitely not my type, but I was here to get an enhancement serum, not try to find a suitable person to fuck senseless…yet.
“Well hello there. How can I help you?” He says in a deep, gruff voice. It only takes a few moments for his eyes to start wandering all across my body, his grin growing slightly. Here we go again. Doesn’t matter though, I’m here for a purpose and if he wants to eyefuck me, well so be it.
“Hi, I’m actually uh…” I hesitate, thinking of how to phrase my query but decide to be as direct as possible. The last thing I need is to get some kind of concoction that doesn’t do exactly what I’m after. Everyone has seen the news stories akin to someone going for acne remedies and walking away with a tail they never had before. “I’m looking for a growth serum for my dick.”
He gives me that surprised look I’m so used to at this point, and I can’t help my eyes from rolling. He sits up a little straighter before leaning over the counter towards me. “Really? I never would have expected that from someone who looks like you.”
“Yeah I hear stuff like that a lot, but just because I’m gay and look like this doesn’t mean I don’t top with the best of ‘em.” I tap my foot a little impatiently as his smirk seems to widen.
“I see. Have you ever tried bottoming before?” Something about the way he asks indicates he knows the answer but he’s acting almost…excited about it.
“No, it’s really not my thing.” I step closer to the counter as I scan the items in the shop, hoping I might find the right serum so I can wrap up this conversation a little faster, but nothing seems to be labeled.
“Well…you might be surprised with how much you like it. A little thing like you…the other beastmen in particular would love a chance to ruin you. You’d make for a perfect little bottom boi.” He winks at me and I sigh, becoming increasingly frustrated with this discussion. I fold my arms insolently.
“Look I already said I wasn’t a bottom. If you don’t have a growth serum then I can just go.” I wait a moment, but he just continues to let his gaze wander across my body with that sleazy grin on his face. Finally I scoff and turn abruptly to leave.
“Okay I’m sorry. Was just teasing you a bit. I have what you need. And tell you what…I’ll even offer it to you for free for giving you such a hard time. And for being so easy on the eyes of course.” He winks again and turns around to rummage for the potion. I think about leaving anyways but it’s a bit difficult to pass up the offer of a free enhancement solution like this. But can I really trust that this will work? I mean who offers something like this for free? He turns back around with a small vial of a blue colored liquid. “And here you are. One vial of Gargantuan Growth. I do have one condition for you though.” I look at him questioningly before he continues. “You have to take it here and let me see the results.”
I blink in surprise and wonder if I misread the whole situation. He wants to see the serum work and enlarge my dick? Maybe this horse beastman is actually a bottom himself and he really was just giving me a hard time. Can’t say I wouldn’t mind wiping that smirk off his face as I blast a load or two up his hole. He’s still not exactly my type, but he might be the perfect person to test out my new length on. I mull it over in my head for a moment before nodding.
“Deal.” His grin becomes almost malicious, and I start wondering if this is such a good idea anymore. But it’ll all be worth it when I have the cock I’ve always dreamed of having. I hesitantly take the bottle from his hand and uncork it. The liquid inside seems to be moving at a slow rhythmic pace and my heart starts to race as I steel my nerves. Now or never I suppose. I bring it to my lips and tilt my head back, downing the small vial in a few seconds. The taste is oddly fruity…not bad actually. I then wait for the inevitable.
All of the sudden I become very…thirsty? It’s like my entire throat has become bone dry and I cough softly as it becomes more pronounced. I try to clear my throat and wet it with my saliva, but it’s starting to become itchy.
“Um…mmff…is this normal? My throat is getting really dry.” I look over to the shady horse and he leans back in his chair, still holding onto that same smile of his.
“Oh yeah. All part of the process.” I then gasp softly as the itch becomes more intense, turning into a constant tingling sensation. My hands instinctively reach up to massage and rub the outside of my throat, trying to diminish some of these effects. I look down at the bulge in my jeans but nothing seems to be changing with it. The only change is this prickly feeling in my throat that’s building and building.
“A-Are you sure? Mmhmff…” He starts to chuckle slightly and leans back in his chair even further.
“Oh it’s working perfectly, but I should probably let you in on a little secret…that wasn’t a growth serum you just took.” I freeze in place, my heart starting to pound heavily as I realize he’s just given me something I have no idea what the effects are. Then a sort of…hollowness overtakes my esophagus.
“What…what is this stuff?!” I approach the counter aggressively, but he doesn’t flinch at all, simply kicking back in his chair.
“It’s a little concoction of my own. I call it Unending Hunger.” A strange name for it…I don’t feel hungry at all. The itch in my throat is the only thing I’m aware of. Then that hollow sensation begins to become more prominent. “You feel it don’t you? That complete and utter emptiness in your throat? Like it needs to be filled by something…” Even in my panicked state I start to catch his meaning and gulp.
“What the fuck…I…I’m leaving!” I turn to step out of the door, the tickle in my throat becoming almost unbearable when I hear the sound of a zipper being undone. I should just leave…make a run for it and get to a hospital so they can at least attempt to make some kind of cure for this. But I can’t seem to move.
“You can leave right now if you want to, but then you’ll never get the antidote I have. I will need one teeny tiny favor from you in return.” My breath hitches in the back of my throat and I slowly turn around to face him. There he is, reclined in his chair, pants unzipped and a fat, glistening horse cock beginning to unfurl. “Why don’t you get over here and suck me off.”
I blush slightly and furrow my brow in anger. “No…no way! I told you I’m not into that, just…give me the antidote you creep!” He shows off his teeth with a wicked smile and shakes his head softly.
“Ah ah ah…if you want the antidote, you’ll have to show my cock some love with that pretty mouth of yours. Don’t you want to sate that itchy throat of yours. I promise this will help with that.” I feel utterly repulsed by the idea of giving my first blowjob to this vile beastman who’s just tricked me. And yet…somehow…the thought of filling my throat with something is somehow…strangely enticing.
“No way…I’ve…you wouldn’t even like it. I’ve never done something like that before.” As soon as the words leave my lips his cock visibly throbs and grows another inch.
“You’re only making the deal sweeter boi…Like I said, feel free to leave. But if you want the antidote you’ll come over here behind the counter…get on your knees and start worshiping my dick. All you have to do is suck it a little. You don’t even have to make me cum.” I gulp again, not seeing a way out of this that doesn’t involve a lengthy process at a hospital with no guarantee that they could even come up with some kind of cure. I feel my legs begin to shake softly as I step towards him and slink my way around the counter. He turns his chair to follow me with every step, making sure I have a full view of his spread legs and massive horse cock still in the process of unfurling. It’s already at least seven inches and he’s only semi-hard. I approach him and stand almost defiantly between his spread legs, unable to bring myself to do this but that prickling tingle is becoming agonizing. I slowly bend down and get onto my knees between his legs which brings out a hearty laugh from the shop owner. “Yeah right where a boi like you belongs.”
I glare up at him, trying to make it very clear I’m not his ‘boi’ but my expression changes as I’m suddenly hit with the stink of his dick. Ripe is an understatement and I pull my face back to try and escape the smell.
“Seems like the serum hasn’t taken full effect yet. Let me help it along” He then grips both sides of my head swiftly and pushes my face against the side of his girthy equine cock. I grimace from the musky scent radiating off it, so pungent and thick I can practically see it wafting through the air and up my nostrils. Then slowly but surely the smell begins to change…or rather my perception of it does. It’s the same strong stench, but I start to think it’s actually…not so bad. The more I’m in its presence the more it becomes oddly appealing. Unsure if I’m losing my mind I sniff at it gently and find my mouth starting to water. “Yeah that’s it. Starting to like the smell of a real man aren’t you?”
“N-No…it’s…disgusting” He snickers and holds me in place. I try to resist but can’t help myself from taking a deep breath and sighing almost happily as that manly, copious scent permeates my body. What the hell is happening to me?
“Heh sure it is. Why don’t you give it a taste. You won’t get that antidote just by sniffing it.” I whimper softly, realizing he’s right. I’m going to have to do this. I stick my tongue out slowly and start reaching it towards the massive shaft pressed against my face. This is going to taste awful…I just know it. But then my tongue makes contact with his meaty cock and I blink in surprise. It tastes…unbelievable. My eyes blink in surprise and I drag my tongue a little further along his broad shaft, sighing very softly from the silky smooth texture and slight give of his flesh. The flavor is unlike anything I’ve ever had before. The only way I know how to describe it is…embarrassingly…a man. He tastes like pure masculinity. Salty and bitter, yet rich and almost spicy. I have to have more and I bring my hands up to reach around his shaft, blushing softly as I realize I can’t even reach my hands around his bulky dick. His grip on my head loosens and I start to drag my tongue up and down his length, sighing and gasping for breath as I do. I hear his chuckle but ignore it, simply wanting more of this taste to coat my tongue. Is all dick this good? Have I really been missing out this much or is this just the tonic he gave me altering my taste buds? I suppose it doesn’t really matter. All that matters now is getting more of this otherworldly taste.
“Yeah that’s it. Get me nice and slick so I can just glide right down that throat.” His words bring me back to my senses, just as I start to make out with the tip of his cock. What the fuck am I doing? This sleaze just tricked me into taking his twisted potion that’s made me want a fat dick in my throat. Besides…with my senses returned to me I’m only just now realizing he’s at least a foot long. How on earth am I supposed to even get this thing in my mouth?
“I…I’ll never be able to fit this thing in my mouth let alone my throat. This will nev-nmfff!” Mid-sentence he grips the top of my head and shoves the flared tip of his cock into my mouth. I gasp around it and try to squirm free but his grip on my scalp is too firm. I’m surprised my jaw is even able to spread wide enough to just let the tip in, but here I am, lips spread around his meat and after only a moment or two he starts pulling my head towards himself. I brace my hands against his spread thighs but his strength far exceeds my own and inch after inch begins to disappear into me. The entrance to my slippery throat is spread open and he begins sliding into my depths. I shut my eyes waiting for the inevitable gagging that’s sure to come, but it never does. He just pushes deeper and deeper and about halfway down his fat cock I groan with pleasure. The way his dick “scratches” that itch in my throat is beyond satisfying. All the irritation and emptiness I’ve been feeling just melts away the more his nasty horse meat penetrates me.
The medial ring pops past my lips and I suck air through my nostrils, realizing that somehow, even with eight inches of manmeat in my throat, I can still draw breath. I whimper as I can see the base of his cock rapidly approaching. I’ve never so much as given another man’s dick a second thought, and in just a moment I’ll have twelve inches of horse cock buried in my throat. Then without warning he thrusts his hips forward and drives the remaining length into me. With my nose pressed into the thick, coarse hair of his groin and his lemon-sized balls draped over my chin I squeal out a desperate moan of pleasure. How can this possibly feel so good? Every time it throbs, little tingles of pleasure surge through my neck into my chest. Without even consciously doing so, I start suckling on his cock, my tongue gliding underneath and around his shaft, but then he starts to push my head off his dick and that itchy emptiness returns to every part of my throat his cock slides out of.
I find myself whining softly as he drags almost all twelve inches back out and I try to lunge forward to bury it back inside. But he affirms his control over me by holding me steady with just the tip in my mouth. Then a gooey squirt of his precum erupts into my mouth and forces its way down my throat making me moan like a complete slut. Every inch of my throat his goopy precum touches is instantly soothed again.
“Just admit it…you love the taste of my cock don’t you boi? You love feeling it stretch that little throat out.” I nearly nod my head in agreement, but refuse to lose sight of what he’s done to me and shake my head in defiance. He shrugs softly and then pulls himself out of my mouth. The agonizing itch returns with a fury and I gasp in desperation, trying to wrap my lips around his dick. “Oh no…you have to admit how much you love this cock if you want more of it.” I pant softly, trying my best to find the will needed to deny him what he wants. I can’t give in…but it does in fact taste better than anything I’ve ever had in my life. It feels better than anything ever has. I start to worry that even with the antidote I might be helplessly addicted to this feeling from now on. The twink top who just so happens to choke down fat cock. I grimace softly and sigh in defeat.
“I…I love the taste of your cock…plea-glllkkk!” Once again he doesn’t wait to let me finish and shoves the entire thing down my throat making me yelp and let out a slutty groan.
“That’s my good boi.” And with that he starts to skullfuck me, pounding his meaty package down my throat over and over again, only pausing every so often long enough for a slimy eruption of precum to fill my cheeks and pour down my throat. The longer he keeps up this brutal pace, the more that itch is completely sated, but soon another sensation begins to flutter to life in my stomach. A hunger.
“Glkkk! Nmmfff! Gllmmmm!” I can feel his precum pooling up at the bottom of my stomach and with every spurt that hunger grows. Oh no…I’m no fool and there’s only one thing my body can be preparing itself for. But he never specified he had to cum in me. He wouldn’t…he said I didn’t have to make him cum….who the hell am I kidding? This seedy beastman has me exactly where he wants me and I doubt he’ll be satisfied until he blows his load down my gullet. Then I hear him grunt loudly and hold me down into his groin while his dick throbs violently.
“Good bois get big rewards!” I hear it first. A sickening squelching sound as his balls rise up and tense. No…no anything but this. His fat cock swells even more as his cum rushes down his shaft and for a brief moment I hold out hope that this won’t be my fate. Then his sludgy, molten hot cum erupts into my stomach. I tremble all over as it pumps into me, stretching my stomach with each spurt. Soon it begins to rise up around his cock when there’s no more room in my stomach and spurts from my lips. Even with how horrified I am that he’s doing this to me I can’t help but notice that both the itch and my hunger are fading rapidly with each wave of spunk. On and on it goes and just when I think he’s done he shoots another wad of filthy horse cum down my throat until it’s completely coated the lower half of my face and swollen my belly. He huffs loudly and laughs before he finally lets me go and I drag myself off his dick. I cough and try to clear my throat as thick globs of cum spill from my open mouth.
I can feel all his semen sloshing around in my stomach as I pick myself up from the ground and stand on shaking legs. I can hardly believe that just happened. In front of me he tilts his head back and lets out a satisfied grunt, his dick still bouncing softly as it throbs and a trail of his cum runs down the underside of his shaft. Then a strange tingling starts to happen in my belly. It’s like when you have butterflies in your stomach from anxiety but a bit more pronounced and I look at him fearfully. Just what is he doing to me? He makes eye contact and chuckles before standing to his feet, towering above me. I only just noticed now that he’s standing, but he’s nearly two feet taller than me and I’m already almost six feet tall.
“Oh quit your fussing. I’ll grab that antidote for you now.” He shakes off his pants from his ankles and reaches high up on a shelf before pulling down a bottle filled with pink liquid. He uncorks it with his thumb and hands it over to me. I don’t hesitate, grabbing the bottle and downing it in a second, eager to get this whole situation behind me. I grumble in surprise as I realize it’s bubbly like a soft drink but hurry and swallow. I look over at the shop owner, giving a rebellious look thinking of all the ways I could ruin his life when I notice he’s still smirking at me. Doesn’t he realize I could end his whole career with one phone call to the police? No I’m not looking forward to explaining what’s transpired here but I’ll be damned if I just let him get away with using me like this. His hand goes down to his cock which is already growing hard again and he starts stroking it.
It’s only now that I notice my throat still feels the same, somewhat sated by his thick cum still sloughing its way down, but there’s a faint itch and emptiness coming back with every second that passes.
“Why is my throat…nghh…why isn’t it getting any better?” He steps a little closer and I take a step back, not knowing what game he’s playing.
“That’s because that wasn’t an antidote. It’s a little potion I call ‘Bottom Boi’.” No…how could I have fallen for his same trick twice? What is this new concoction going to do to me? I visibly start to freeze up and look for an escape route when I grunt loudly as my ass starts to feel an unusual sort of pressure. I look over my shoulder and see my pants starting to swell outward. The sensation isn’t unpleasant, but strange to say the least as my ass balloons out and forms into an almost perfect bubble butt, perfectly proportioned to my size. Memories of little twinks at the clubs I frequent, showing off their butts they’ve spent endless time perfecting at the gym and with their diets swim through my head as I stare in disbelief.
“We had a deal!” I gasp as little pinpricks of stimulation hit my newly formed bubble butt where even the feeling of my pants rubbing against it seems to send shivers of pleasure up my spine.
“Deal’s changed.” He starts to circle around me with slow, steady steps and I gasp softly as my hole starts to itch in a similar way to my throat. Oh god…this is isn’t happening. But even as the realization of what he’s done sets in I lurch forward as the spikes of pleasure shoot through me. Within moments my asshole begins to twitch and pulse. This is really bad.
“Give…unghh…give me the antidote! I did what you asked.” He rubs his hand along my butt and the surge of blissful stimulation this elicits brings me back down to my knees as he continues to circle around me. I reach back and shove my hand under my jeans, needing to know what’s happening to me and I instantly feel a slick moist lubricant leaking from my hole. On top of that all the hair that should be present has completely vanished, leaving my ass completely smooth as my hole throbs with need. “What’s happening to me?”
“Oh I think you know. I’m turning you into the perfect little bottom boi you were always meant to be.” I rub my fingers along the rim of my hole and moan under my breath.
“Please don’t do this…I….I was being serious. I’ve never done this; I’m a virgin back there.” He lets out a hearty laugh again and kneels down behind me, hooking both thumbs under my jeans. I reach back to pry his hands away but my strength is being sapped away as the feelings of euphoria surge from my ass up my body.
“You know just what to say to make this all the more fun. Don’t worry, soon enough you’ll be begging me to never stop.” He begins to drag my pants and underwear down, leaving my ass exposed and completely vulnerable. I start to pant and huff as the itchy, pulsing sensitivity grows and that same emptiness in my throat forms deep in my guts. The sleazy horse takes two fingers and prods at my hole making my back arch. How has it become so impossibly sensitive? Then without any preamble he pushes his fingers inside and I nearly scream from the stimulation. I should be crawling away…trying to fight him off…trying to free myself but the feeling of his fingers stretching me open feels inconceivable. He pulls his fingers free and seems to shift his position. I turn my head to look just as his foot long horse cock plops down on my ass. “I think you’re just about ready now.”
I whimper and start to attempt crawling out of his reach but he just grips my waist and holds me steady as his dick sinks in between my cheeks, perfectly hotdogging his cock.
“Please! I…I’m not a bottom.” I continue to attempt to wriggle free, the motions making his manmeat nestle between my cheeks even more, but it’s no use. I’m completely at his mercy.
“You are now.” Then he glides his hips backward and presses his flared tip at my hole which immediately starts to pucker and suckle on his cockhead. How can my body betray me in a moment like this? And with that final thought he starts pushing his way inside.
My back arches further as inch after inch sinks into my bowels. My mouth hangs open and I let out the sluttiest moan yet, trembling all over as he claims my ass and steals away my virginity. My prostate is pulverized in that one singular thrust. I can feel every part of my insides spreading open as he plows his way forward. Within moments I feel his pot belly plop down over my butt and massive balls rest against my own as his entire length is buried into me. Then as I reel from the feeling of a fat horse cock plugging my hole I start to cum, hands-free all across the grimy floor of his shop. Just like with my throat the pleasure is unreal. It’s….it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Even though he’s tricked me. Even though he’s a musky, reprehensible beastman. Even though he’s just forcibly taken something I never wanted to give away. It’s the most pleasure I’ve ever felt from anything. It beats every experience I’ve had topping someone by miles.
Without even realizing I’m doing it I spread my legs wider for him to sink that little bit more into me. Frustratingly he doesn’t start thrusting, but holds himself steady, letting me adapt to the sensation of being completely filled. God what am I even saying? I can’t really be enjoying this….I can’t. And yet here I am actually wanting him to start moving his hips and pound my hole into submission.
He suddenly grabs ahold of my shoulders and flips me onto my back with his dick still inside which draws out another low, slutty groan. From this angle I can see his massive body above me, completely dominating my own smaller frame. He breathes heavily and leans down close to my face.
“I wanna see the look on your face as you realize how much you love being a good bottom boi for me.” He then grabs my hips forcefully and draws almost his entire length back out of me before slamming it back inside. My eyes cross from the sheer bliss this brings me and he starts to pound me properly. Any hesitation or savoring of the moment he might have had before is long gone and he thrusts with wild abandon. My insides squeeze around his veiny cock as he tries to pull free and then relax as he slams back inside over and over again. All the while I let out a stream of profane and dirty dialogue as I wrap my legs around his waist as best I can. My thoughts are starting to become hazy. My doubts, fears, and anger are fading into sheer bliss and ecstasy the more he drives his dick into me.
“Ohhhhh! F-Fuck! Fuck me! Ruin me sir! M-Make me…gahhhhh…make me your slut!” The sloppy wet sounds of his cock driving into me…claiming me as his bitch…only add to the ecstasy I feel. Knowing his filthy cock is tainting my insides with his scent and shape is turning me on to another level I didn’t know was possible. Thoughts and feelings I’ve never had before are permeating my entire being, further exaggerated by his precum spurting deep into my guts. I subconsciously know I shouldn’t be able to feel something like that, but whatever his potion has done to me has now made it possible and I wasn’t about to start complaining about it.
"Now that’s-urghhhh! That’s more like it!” He pushes his arms underneath my legs and gets me into a mating press, thrusting harder and deeper than ever before, his musky balls slapping loudly against my ass. At this point a vague, wavering thought forms in my head. It’s over for me. He can stop right this moment, but I’d beg him to keep going. He could apologize and I’d tell him to cum inside me. He could give me the antidote but I’d never forget this feeling. Nothing could ever top this. Then he stops, all twelve inches pulsing deep inside me.
“If I cum inside you the potion becomes permanent. This is your last chance to tell me to stop. I swear I’ll do exactly what you ask me to.” I doubt he would but this may be my only chance to revert my body back to what it was. My only chance to try and forget this ever happened. Maybe I could save up some money and get a growth serum from some other apothecary to live out my dreams of being a top able to bring this kind of pleasure to other bottoms. But all of those thoughts seem to fade away, replaced with one singular urge. One absolute need that has to be satisfied no matter what the consequences are.
“Please don’t…unghhhhh…please….ahhhhnnn! Please don’t stop! C-Cum inside me!” The words leave my lips before I even have a real chance to think about the lasting effects this will have on my life. He grins evilly down at me and starts pounding my hole harder than ever before. He’s going to cum inside me. He’s going to make me his permanent cumdump and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Well…there was a way for me to stop him but I just willingly relinquished my last chance.
He then reaches up to one of the shelves next to us, pulls down a small vial of clear liquid and then grips my face, forcing my lips open. Before I can protest he pours the liquid down my throat and at this angle I have no choice but to swallow it down. What the hell was that?
He thrusts forward, his flare swells to twice its size, and with every inch inside my body, that familiar sickening sound of cum surging through his dick gets louder and louder. Then I feel his sperm begin to pour into me. Steaming hot, chunky globs of cum pouring into my body and filling my guts. I can feel it pushing deeper and deeper into me with every spurt. He’s claiming me. He’s changing me. I’ll be his bitch for as long as I live.
This goes on for what feels like hours but is probably closer to five minutes until his cum slows to a stop, every single drop sealed away deep inside me. He leans down close and breathes heavily across my face, puckering his lips like he’s about to kiss me when he pulls away and starts to pull out. I whimper and groan as his cock slides free then slips out with a wet pop. Almost instantly his thick cum begins to pour from my gaped and used hole. Just the feeling of it rushing past my prostate is enough to draw out a series of sighs and squeals.
But as his cum spills out of me, I can feel the itch in my guts begin to fade away. At the same time my ass begins to deflate back into its usual shape, and all those blissful sensations begin to fade. Wait…he just fed me the antidote just before he came.
“What…w…why?” I gasp and pant for breath as my senses all come rushing back to me. Suddenly the feeling of my guts being stuffed with nasty horse cum turns from being unbearably wonderful to vaguely uncomfortable.
“You know you want it now. And you’ll come running back soon. I can’t wait for you to ask me for it and I do make you my permanent bottom boi.” His words come crashing down over me like a bucket of cold water. What the fuck just happened? Did that all really just happen to me? As my hole loses its ultra sensitivity all while his cum continues to spill from me I stand suddenly and grab my pants off the floor.
“You…You’ll be lucky if I don’t call the cops on you creep!” I pull my pants up and blush softly as his semen makes a noticeable wet spot in the back. I stagger my way to the exit, legs still weak from the vicious pounding I just received and as I open the door he lets out a familiar snicker.
“See you soon…boi” I rush out and slam the door behind me, walking down the alley as fast as I can. First thing I do when I get to my apartment is gonna be to call the cops…but do I really want to relive this experience? Do I really want to explain how I moaned like a slut every time he drove his cock into me? Do I really want to explain how I came hands free as he filled my body with his cum? I shake my head as the memories of the event leave me harder than I’ve probably ever been. One thing’s for sure. I’ll never give in and return to have him make me his permanent bottom boi. I’ll never go back to being on my knees taking his succulent meat down my throat or up my ass. Never…right?
To be continued..
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