Becoming a faggot - New Beginnings

New Lessons to Learn

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Main Characters:

• Darren – One of the main characters and faggots, brother to Randy
• Randy - Darren's older brother and other main character and faggot
• Chris - Randy's high school friend
• Mark - Chris' younger brother
• Craig - Randy's new roommate
• Steve – Craig’s younger brother
• Alejandro (Alex) - Randy's next door neighbor
• Calvin - Randy's new roommate, and Craig's best friend
• Sam - The soon to be step-brother of Darren and Randy
• Jim - Darren's next door neighbor

I

 Chris let Randy pull off his cock to take in a breath, after holding him down for a moment longer than Randy could go without air. He took in a ragged gasp as Chris’ cock exited his throat. At the same time, Mark was popping his cock in and out of Randy’s hole, teasing him and opening him up over and over.

“That’s right, bitch,” Chris stuffed his cock back into Randy’s mouth, “Take my dick down your throat, I know you can.”

Hearing Chris refer to the events of that last night of the camping trip, made Randy want even more to be treated that way again by his best friend. He didn’t care that all the other guys were there to witness it, he only wanted to please Chris. As Randy felt the cock probing at his throat, he tried to open up and take it, while looking up at Chris. He saw Craig again holding Chris’ face in both hands, kissing him deeply and passionately. Then he shifted one hand to the back of Chris’ neck to hold him in place, the other hand roaming down to go under the shirt and again focus on Chris’ nipples.

“Yeah, suck my brother’s dick, faggot,” Randy heard Mark from behind, his cock still just poking at his hole, “While you take his baby brother in your cunt.”

As soon as the words left Mark’s mouth, he thrust his hips forward and buried his cock deep into Randy’s ass, driving him forward onto Chris’ cock as it sunk into his throat. The two brothers moaned, while Randy endured the pain of the penetration. Mark gripped Randy’s shoulders and tried to ram his cock even deeper if that was possible. He then grabbed Randy by the hair and pumped his face up and down on Chris’s cock, the cock never leaving his throat, only fucking it.

As Chris and Craig kissed above, Mark settled into a slow rhythm of pulling Randy off Chris’ cock as he pulled his own from Randy’s cunt. Both his holes were empty, only to then have Mark fill him back up again at both ends, over and over. The room was filled with the sounds of kissing, slight gagging, and Randy’s cum filled pussy taking a sloppy fuck. It frothed up, sloshing every time Mark pulled out and shoved in. There was also the distinct sound of slurping, as someone else in the room sucked dick.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Randy heard Calvin moan, “Take daddy’s dick in that pretty mouth.”

There’s only one person who Calvin could be talking to, and Randy wished he could turn to see Alex sucking on Calvin’s dick. He was at least able to visualize it based on having watched Alex do it last night as he knelt at the fence. Randy was happy to know he wasn’t the only cocksucker in the group. All the sexual energy in the room had his dick rock hard in the thong pouch and he reached down to stroke it.

“Get your fucking hands off that dick, faggot’ Mark shouted, slapping Randy’s hand away as he forced the cocks back into Randy, “You know better than to touch yourself around men.”

“That’s rule number one, bitch, no cumming or even touching that useless clit between your legs without a man’s permission,” Chris tilted Randy’s head up, his lips stretched around the cock that was deep in his throat, “Now look at me while you are getting fucked like a bitch by my brother. Let me look into your eyes while you have your pussy full of his cock and your throat full of mine.”

Chris slapped Randy’s face, and took over the face fuck, eyes locked with Randy’s. As he endured the brothers’ increased aggression on his holes, he made sure to not break eye contact with Chris. The gentle slurping sounds turned to occasional gagging from Alex, and Randy knew that Calvin had moved on to work his cock down Alex’s throat. Mark grabbed his hips and was roughly fucking Randy’s pussy, still long dicking him so that Randy felt his hole gape as Mark exited. Leaving him with an empty feeling just before being stuffed full again. He only wished that the two brothers would switch places, so that he could finally feel Chris inside his ass.

“I figured I’d eventually share you with my brother,” Chris said as he matched his pace with Mark, now easily pumping in and out of Randy’s throat, “But I wasn’t expecting to have you gang banged in front of me with him. I guess I underestimated how big a faggot you were already, Randy. I plan to let you be as big a slut as you want to be. Our slut. My slut.”

Hearing Chris say his name in that context was deeply humiliating. He had been somewhat disassociating that it was really him in this situation. But now he was pulled back into it and forced to accept that he was about to be used by everyone in this group, in front of his best friend. Craig was still caressing Chris’ chest and now nibbling on his neck and ears. The pleasure of his cock down a throat and the young stud showing him such intimacy became too much for Chris, and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back into Craig.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it,” Mark announced to the room, “I’m gonna drop a load in your smooth cunt, bitch.”

“Beg him for it,” Chris ordered, eyes still closed, now casually pumping his cock in Randy’s mouth, “Beg my brother for his cum in your faggot ass.”

“Please Mark,” Randy obeyed, Chris extracting his cock to allow Randy to speak, “Please give me your cum.”

“You can beg better than that,” Mark scolded Randy, who thought he couldn’t sink lower than begging for Chris’ brother to cum inside him, “We all know how bad you need to be bred.”

“Please,” Randy gulped hard, swallowing what little pride he had left, “Please Sir, allow this faggot to receive your sperm.”

“Fuck yeah, bitch,” Mark sounded pleased, while the others in the room remained silent, “And where do you want Master’s load?”

“Please put your cum in my pussy, Master,” Randy begged, actually meaning the words leaving his mouth. He had never wanted Mark to cum in his ass more than right now. Not even realizing that he’d just called Chris’ younger brother Master, in front of Chris and the others.

“Fucking hot,” Randy heard Calvin say, as he congratulated Mark on his conquest with a slap on the back, “Way to show the faggot his place.”

“Here it comes cunt,” Mark began to really slam into Randy’s ass, “Your reward for being a good hole to my cock.”

Randy felt Mark freeze, his cock balls deep in his ass. Just as Mark’s cock expanded, Chris pulled his mouth back down and he was allowed to suck at his own pace. Hot cum blasted deep into his ass, pumping out what felt like a never-ending stream until Randy could feel it leaking out around the cock in his ass.

After allowing his cock to soak in the cumdump that was once Randy’s hole, Mark pulled out, releasing a river of cum in the process. Randy could feel it gushing out, soaking his thong and the carpet beneath him. He instantly missed having something in his ass, he felt empty and desperate to be filled again. He heard Alex protesting and couldn’t stop himself from pulling off Chris, to turn his head back. Mark was trying to feed his cock to Alex who at first resisted, his distaste for Mark obvious to Randy.

“Come on, baby,” Calvin chided Alex, “Don’t be rude. You should be eager to suck any of our dicks. Do it for me, babe.”

Hearing Calvin speak so affectionately to Alex, reminded Randy of how Calvin had treated him when they were alone. And that gentle approach persuaded Alex, who opened his mouth to Mark. Randy assumed that Alex’s initial reluctance was a combination of it being Mark and that his cock had just left Randy’s messy hole. But Alex resigned himself, to please Calvin, and bobbed on Mark’s dick without further protest.

“That’s hot, Alex,” Chris praised his friend and occasional personal cocksucker, “Seeing you take my little brother’s cock. No reason you shouldn’t be able to suck all our cocks, if that’s what you enjoy. Don’t want anyone to feel excluded.”

Randy turned his attention back to Chris’ cock. He gazed to the two handsome men above him and saw that Craig had his cock out and was brushing it against Chris’ cheek. Calvin and Mark were busy taking turns feeding Alex, so Craig took that opportunity to press his cock to Chris’ lips. Randy’s best friend seemed unsure and turned his head away, looking up to Craig who was standing behind him.

Randy was more turned on than ever, watching as Craig placed his hand gently against the side of Chris face to turn him back toward the cock he was being offered. Thinking it might help Chris in his struggle, Randy took the head of his cock in his mouth and nursed on it. Chris moaned and parted his lips and Craig began to rub the head of his dick around them. Randy suckled on Chris, his gaze locked on the two men. Chris’ tongue poked out between his lips and swiped at Craig’s dick. That seemed to be the invitation Craig had been waiting for, pressing into Chris’ mouth for one full stroke before pulling out and bending down to Chris.

“Just a taste for now,” Craig whispered between kisses, “You can have more later.”

Randy went down on Chris’ cock, while Craig went back to massaging Chris’ chest and making out. Chris seemed content to let Randy suck without instruction and Randy was more than happy to enjoy the experience. The way Chris’ cock filled his mouth, the sweetness of the precum soaking on his tongue, it had Randy wishing he hadn’t gone so many years without it.

“Let’s see if our bitch likes getting his pussy eaten out,” Calvin suggested, “Get down there and make him feel good, Alex.”

And before Randy could prepare himself, he felt hands on each ass cheek, spreading him wide. Hot breath on his wet hole, followed by a tongue swiping up from his taint and dragging across his quivering ass lips. He was embarrassed by his own whimpering as Alex slathered his tongue all over his pussy, holding the thong strap aside for full access to the hole that was opening up to the attention.

“Damn, baby girl,” Alex moaned into Randy’s ass, “You have so much cum in your cunt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bitch with a pussy as sloppy as yours. But it tastes so good.”

“Listen to the sweet moans from our bitch,” Calvin commented, “He loves getting eaten out. Just like a girl.”

“You like how my cum tastes,” Mark taunted Alex, “You can always get it fresh from the source. Hell, I bet you’d like it in your pussy too, just like this faggot does.”

“In your dreams,” Alex said, somewhat jokingly, as he pulled his face away from Randy, “But I think I’ll take my turn on him now.”

Soon, Randy was filled up with two cocks again, as he sunk down on Chris and Alex pressed into him. As much as Alex might have pretended that he didn’t want anything to do with Mark, he must have been pretty turned on because it didn’t take him more than a couple minutes of pounding Randy before he was unloading into him. Randy loved the way Alex’s uncut cock glided in and out of him and he wanted so bad to grab his own dick and jerk it off and cum with Alex. It had been more than a week since he’d masturbated, not allowed since Craig and Calvin had moved in. And although Alex had successfully milked some cum out of him while fingering his pussy last night, he hadn’t touched his dick and it hadn’t felt like an orgasm. It certainly did nothing to release the heat building up in him.

Once Alex had finished emptying his balls into Randy, he stepped back and left Randy feeling vacant. And loose, considering how the cum was running out of him. Craig tapped Randy on the back of the head, as he bobbed up and down on Chris, and told him to get on his back. Randy knew better than to hesitate or ask questions, so he reluctantly took his mouth off Chris and flipped over. As soon as he was laying on the carpet, Calvin grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs up and spread them, thrusting his fat cock easily into Randy’s gaping hole slick with several fresh loads of cum.

Randy groaned at the intrusion and tilted his head back to watch as Craig guided Chris off the couch and sat him down on Randy’s face. The rich musk of Chris’ ass drove Randy into a frenzy and he wasted no time getting his tongue out to lap at the sweaty hole being offered to him. Randy felt his dick oozing out precum as he dipped his tongue into the tight asshole pressed to his lips.

Calvin had settled into a gentle rocking motion, as he sawed in and out of Randy’s cunt. On each stroke, Calvin would pass over a certain spot and Randy would feel a mild electric jolt at the same time his clit would spit up precum into his thong. This only caused him to slobber even more all over Chris’ hole, as his best friend grinded down on his face.

Craig squatted down behind Chris and slide his hand under his ass. One of Craig’s fingers slipped into Randy’s mouth and let him suck on it at the same time his tongue lapped at Chris. Randy was surprised when Craig withdrew the finger from his mouth and began to rub it around Chris’ opening. Randy’s tongue was now fighting with that finger. He licked at the finger as it slipped inside Chris, who moaned gently. Craig pushed in deeper, before sliding it out and sticking it back into Randy’s mouth. He added a second finger for Randy to suck on before then probing Chris again, with both fingers now.

“Kiss him,” Craig said, and Randy felt Chris’ weight shift forward before he heard the sounds of mouths connecting, “I want to see you two make out.”

His head was spinning, trying to process what was going on. Randy was eating out the best tasting ass ever. Craig was penetrating Chris with two fingers, slowly fucking him on his digits, alternating between Randy’s mouth and Chris’ hole. From the sounds of it, Chris and Calvin were lip locked, while Calvin knelt between Randy’s spread legs and pumped his cock into Randy. It was impossible for Randy to know what Mark and Alex must be thinking, but the gagging he heard gave him an idea what those two were doing.

“Your smooth pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, bitch,” Calvin moaned between kisses, and thrust faster and deeper into Randy, “You want my cum, baby?”

“Oh fuck, yes please Sir,” Randy begged, his words muffled by Chris’ ass, “Give it to me, I want it so bad.”

“That’s a good cumwhore,” Craig praised Randy, stopping his gentle assault on Chris’ ass with his fingers, and instead pressed his huge cock to Randy’s mouth that was still pressed to Chris’ hole, “Take my best bud’s load in your pussy.”

The words of encouragement pushed Calvin to race to the finish, as his pumping increased. At the same time, Craig was probing Randy’s mouth with his cock, only to then rub the fat head against Chris’ hole. Randy was in a state of pure bliss, doing his best to lick and suck on both the cock and asshole. He must have been uncomfortable with Craig’s new interest in his ass, since Chris wiggled to keep the cock away from his hole. But Craig wrapped his big arms around Chris’ chest and held him still. Randy’s tongue was pressed to Chris when he felt the huge head of Craig’s dick pop in and then slip back out.

“Please Craig,” Chris whimpered softly, but it wasn’t clear to Randy if the pleading in his voice was for Craig to stop or keep going.

“Okay babe, no need to rush this,” Craig whispered back, recognizing the uncertainty in Chris plea, “When you’re ready.”

“Here it comes baby,” Calvin shouted, as he slammed into Randy’s ass, “Take my nut!”

Just as Calvin’s cum began to blast deep inside him, Craig’s cock pressed back into Randy’s mouth and suddenly fired off shot after shot of cum. Cum flooded Randy at both ends, as he gulped down the sweet nectar that Craig was feeding him. Randy’s tongue was going crazy, unintentionally spreading Craig’s cum onto Chris’ hole. The taste was incredible and Randy couldn’t help but dig his tongue into Chris, only to have Craig’s cock momentarily enter Chris again as it was still spurting cum.

Randy heard Chris moan, pressing his ass down to take more of Craig’s cock as it pulsed in his ass. It lasted only a second or two, but it was at that same moment that Randy felt hot liquid splashing down his body, coating his chest and stomach. Chris had cum on Randy, jerking his cock only a few strokes as Craig probed his insides. Randy’s best friend came to his senses as his cock sprayed hot cum all over Randy and raised up until Craig’s cock slipped out. Randy took that opportunity to suck on the cockhead at his lips, and lap up the last dribbles of cum, before turning his attention to Chris’ ass, probing deep to get at the cum that Craig had left behind.

II

The taste of Steve’s cum and ass lingered on Darren’s tongue the entire ride home from the beach. They all parted ways as Steve drove off with Matty, Paul and Brian. Jim dropped Brad and Adam off, who lived next door to each other and near the school. As Jim drove the rest of the way home with Sam up front, Darren sat quietly in back trying to burn into his memory every beautiful moment with Steve and Sam on the beach.

He watched Jim and Sam up front talking and singing, the two men smiling at each other. Darren felt as if he could be happy spending all his days with the both of them. Darren tried to imagine being with them the way that he’d just been with Sam and Steve. But he knew it wasn’t something that would happen, which is what made him want the fantasy even more. 

Back home, Jim came over and ate dinner with Sam and Darren and then they all sat in the hot tub. Sam’s dad and Darren’s mom were out at some party, which seemed to be a regular thing. Darren was happy for his mom and was even happier that her finding her future husband meant that Darren had found Sam and Jim. As hard as he tried to avoid staring at the two young men and their hairy bodies and big bulges, it was nearly impossible considering they both wore such skimpy speedos that seemed to accentuate the cocks barely contained in the small amount of fabric.

Eventually, Jim decided to go home and said he’d see them later. That left Sam and Darren to chat in private as they continued to enjoy the hot tub. Once Jim had left, Sam seemed very eager to talk about their day and the group of boys. He observed how comfortable everyone had been together, most even having no problem to be around each other naked. He wanted to know more details about Brad and Adam, but Darren wasn’t able (or willing) to provide much more than that they were friends of Jim’s from school.

Sam continued his assessment of the group, saying how Paul and Brian were inseparable, although he recognized that Brian seemed to be the one to call the shots. Darren agreed with that, saying they were best friends since childhood. When it came to Matty, Sam admitted that the thong Matty wore was kind of hot. He also assumed that Matty was openly gay. Darren explained about Matty and Craig, although he skipped the part about Matty being shared and currently sucking off Adam and Brad regularly. He’d hate for Jim to somehow find out, since Jim was their friend and Matty had confirmed Jim didn’t participate in that stuff. It also seemed unnecessary to bring up the proposition that Brad and Adam had raised with him in the car, or that he’d had that encounter with them in the school quad that summer.

That left Steve, and Sam seemed most interested to talk about him. Sam already knew some stuff about Steve. Darren reminded him that Steve was Craig’s little brother, and that Craig was the one who had gone off to college and now lived with Sam’s other soon-to-be step-brother, Randy.

“He seemed pretty upset at first when he found out about you and me,” Sam sounded slightly amused, probably recalling how easily he’d fended off Steve and where that had led, “I got the impression he feels like you belong to him or something.”

“I don’t know what Steve thinks about me really,” Darren felt uncomfortable, like he was being tested and caught between Sam and Steve somehow, “I mean, he did use me the other day at school like I told you and seemed pretty confident that it wouldn’t be the last time.”

“Well, today was definitely the first time he sucked dick,” Sam seemed proud, “I like knowing I was the first man he’d given a blowjob to.”

“I was happy to get to be part of that, Sir, uh, Sam,,” Sam raised an eyebrow when he heard Darren address him with that form of respect, “It’s hard not to be curious when you see a dick like yours.”

“You can call me Sir, if you want boy,” Sam offered, smiling warmly at Darren, “If that’s what feels natural. Just be careful around the parents.”

“Thank you, Sir, it slipped but it does sound right,” Darren felt Sam grip his thigh under the water, and he wished the jets weren’t on so he could confirm if Sam had a hardon or not, “I was surprised that Steve didn’t resist. I mean, I’ve never seen him like that with anyone.”

“Yeah, I liked the energy that the three of us had together,” Sam guided Darren’s hand down to his crotch, and his suspicion was confirmed when he gripped the rod straining in Sam’s speedo, “You should invite him over some time. I want to help him explore more, see if he likes getting fucked as much as sucking dick. He seemed to enjoy having my finger in his hole.”

“The idea of you fucking him, I can’t even imagine,” Darren seemed doubtful that would ever happen, but he wanted to be there if it did, “But I can ask him if he’d want to hang out again.”

“I’m sure you can help convince him,” Sam’s cock flexed and he struggled to free it from the speedo for Darren to hold, “But regardless, I want to fuck you again. That first time was amazing. To be honest, it was my first time.”

“You’re first time, Sir,” Darren wasn’t sure what he meant.

“Having sex,” Sam explained as he continued to massage Darren’s thigh and began to hump his fist, “With anyone, boy or girl.”

“How is that even possible,” Darren was stunned at that admission. He would have never guessed Sam was a virgin before yesterday.

“Well, I’ve never had a girlfriend,” Sam explained, seeming to get harder in Darren’s grip, “And no guy has ever made it clear he was interested in me the way you did.”

“No, I meant,” Darren wished Sam would stand up so he could see what he was holding, and suck it, “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, well, I’ve jerked off to a lot of porn,” Sam said, reading Darren’s mind and standing up to face him, “And I’ll tell you another secret. I was really only interested in the guys, so started to watch gay porn.”

There was a need in Sam’s eyes as he stared down at Darren, who was still holding the huge cock jutting out from Sam’s speedo. Their height difference was even further exaggerated considering Darren was still sitting, putting Sam’s beautiful uncut cock just inches from his face. Sam took a step toward Darren and swayed his hips, his hard as steel cock dragging across Darren’s face. Just as he was about to open his mouth to take Sam in, the taller boy sat down into the bubbling water.

“The parents are home,” Sam explained, grinning at Darren, seeing the hunger in his eyes, “I heard my dad’s car pull up.”

“So, you and Jim have never,” Darren started to ask hopefully, disappointed at the interruption.

“Jim isn’t gay,” Sam sounded pretty sure of what he was saying, “Or at least, he has never given me any reason to think he is.”

At that point, Sam decided it was time to go inside. As Sam went to shower, he told Darren that he could sleep in Sam’s bed that night if he got lonely. The one condition was that Darren wait until their parents were in bed, before Darren came to Sam. They wouldn’t want to take any chances.

This only meant that the wait for Darren was excruciating, laying in bed knowing that he could be sleeping in Sam’s arms. Instead he was alone in his bed, trembling from the anticipation of being with his step-brother. He drifted off to sleep and woke in the early hours of the morning. As he snuck out of his room in his underwear and crossed the hall to Sam’s room, he struggled internally, knowing that it was wrong for him to want to be with his step-brother. But why did something that wasn’t right, feel so good.

When he turned the doorknob, he suddenly feared that he would find the door locked. That Sam had only been teasing him, testing him, or maybe had second thoughts of his own. But the door opened and Darren was greeted by the soft snoring and beautiful sight of Sam’s long body stretched out in bed on his back. Trying to not disturb Sam, Darren softly closed the door and locked it, just in case, before crawling under the covers to lay on his side next to Sam’s warm body. Darren’s trembling stopped the instant he felt his skin against Sam. Just as he closed his eyes, Sam turned to his side and draped an arm and leg over the smaller boy’s frame and nuzzled his face against the nape of Darren’s neck. He thought he could die from the joy that overwhelmed him in that moment.

He woke to the sound of Sam’s voice in his ear, trying to raise him out of sleep. He told Darren that he should get back to his room before the parents got up. Sam got out of bed and Darren took in his naked body, the long lean torso, the lightly hairy chest, the thick scruff coating the lower half of his handsome face. But the hardon obscenely sticking out from Sam’s bush was what Darren couldn’t take his eyes off of.

Sam dropped down in the armchair situated in the corner and leaned back into it, raising his legs. He spread his hairy ass with one hand while he gripped his nine inch uncut cock with the other and waved it at Darren.

“But before you go,” He told Darren, “Come over and take care of my morning wood, boy, and lick the night sweat from my balls and hairy ass.”

And so that was how Darren started his Sunday, with his face buried in Sam’s delicious ass. Sam couldn’t have known that Darren’s favorite part of serving his brother had been when he’d been allowed to do the same thing to Randy. Darren thought he might enjoy Sam’s ass even more, but it did make him miss his brother.

“Get in there and lick up all that man sweat, boy,” Sam commanded, his voice thick with lust, “You’re doing a good job making me feel good, Ren.”

Sam’s praise made Darren even hungrier. He rubbed his face in between the hairy cheeks and dragged his nose and tongue up and down the crack, from tail bone to taint. His nose pressed into the sweaty ball sack as his tongue dove deeper into the crease of Sam’s hole. His mouth watered and he huffed in deep breaths of the intoxicating musk.

Sam was content to allow his little step-brother to enjoy his ass and taste him deep. He even grabbed the back of Darren’s head and pulled him in and rubbed him around, to ensure that every inch of the smaller boy’s face was coated in his ass scent.

“God damn boy, you can’t get enough,” Sam gently pressed Darren away by the top of the head, so that they could look at each other. Sam smiled at him between his spread legs before lowering them to the floor on either side of Darren, “You like to be my morning ass wipe, don’t you. But now I need you to get my dick wet in that cute little mouth.”

While disappointed to have Sam’s delicious ass taken away, he wasn’t complaining when he was offered the big uncut dick instead. Darren took his time enjoying the tastes his tongue encountered as he slid his tongue under the generous amount of foreskin. Darren used his hand to stroke the skin back to reveal the fat head, then took it into his mouth and suckled. He was eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Sam, as he took his time exploring every inch of the magnificent cock in front of him.

Eventually though, Sam grew impatient and his need to cum became too urgent. He grabbed Darren’s head in his hands and took control. He guided Darren’s mouth up and down the length of his cock, being considerate enough to not force Darren down on it all the way and stopping short of gagging him on it. After five minutes of this, with his lips stretched uncomfortably wide and his jaw getting sore, Darren felt Sam’s cock get harder and thicker in his mouth, if that was possible. Darren became excited, knowing what this meant, also realizing that he’d never sucked Sam to completion. The first time, Sam had just jerked off into his open mouth and yesterday, Steve had been the one to get his cum. Wanting to do an extra good job, Darren’s wrapped his lips tight around the shaft and sucked and swabbed his tongue around the head. Sam responded by flooding his mouth with his seed just as the morning light was flooding the room. Sam never bothered to draw the curtains, so the room was glowing with the dawning of the day.

Sam told Darren what a good boy he was for pleasing him and commented how he could get used to starting his mornings like this. He sent Darren off with a deep kiss, Sam seeming to enjoy the taste of his cum and ass on Darren’s tongue and lips. Darren was already thinking of going to bed tonight, as he quietly padded in his bare feet back to his room. He lay in bed and pulled Sam’s underwear and Jim’s jockstrap out from under his pillow and held them to his face as he played with his little dick.

III

 Once everyone but Randy had cum, the night started to wind down. Chris climbed off Randy’s face and sat back on the couch, still panting from his orgasm. Calvin scooped up some of Chris’ load off Randy’s chest and rubbed it on Randy’s ass, fingering it into his hole. Randy felt excited to have even a little of Chris’ seed in his pussy, even if Chris hadn’t shot it up there himself. A small teaser of what was hopefully still to come. The second scoop, Calvin handfed to Randy, sliding the fingers that had been in his ass into his mouth. Alex used his cock to transfer more of the cum and Randy distinctly tasted his ass on the cock as he slid his tongue under the foreskin to get cum that had collected there.

Chris ordered Randy to get on all fours and show him the cum soaked pussy. He was made to reach back and spread his ass and display it to Chris. Mark placed his foot on Randy’s head to force him down until his face was mashed in the carpet, ass raised higher. Either Chris or Craig pulled up on the thong and Randy felt the strap tighten against his hole until his ass lips were gripped around it. Chris whistled and commented on how sloppy the cunt looked and how it was devouring the strap. Randy felt cum slowly leaking out and running down his balls to drip on the carpet.

At that point, Chris left with Mark and Alex went home next door. Craig told Randy to clean up and he headed off to bed, followed by Calvin. As Randy collected the beer cans, he did his best to keep his hole tight to avoid more cum leakage on the carpet. He knelt and lapped up the small puddle of cum from earlier and then went to bed himself, exhausted.

In the middle of the night, he woke up feeling his guts spasming and his hole struggling to contain the cum any longer. He rushed to the bathroom and barely made it on the toilet before all the cum exploded noisily into the toilet. It was so loud that Randy worried Craig and Calvin would hear him as he expelled the loads stored in his ass all day. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the humiliating feeling of having to shit out cum that men had pumped into him. He sat there in shame while the cum gushed out of his ass in what felt like a never-ending torrent.

Sunday started out as each day now did, with Calvin and Craig breeding Randy. The two then headed out to hang out with Chris and Alex, leaving Randy to do his chores, having a moment alone with his thoughts. Randy enjoyed doing the laundry specifically, as he got to sniff at Craig and Calvin’s dirty socks and underwear, even running his tongue on the dirtier parts. While he did his chores, he reflected on the past week and was surprised at how easily he had slipped into the new role as house bitch.

Somehow, it was a relief that Chris now knew about Randy, well mostly knew. There were still some things that hadn’t been revealed to Chris that Randy hoped would stay secrets. All the humiliating treatment he’d endured at the hands of Mark and Scotty would only serve to further with Chris that Randy had descended from man to faggot. And it was bad enough that Chris thought he was a slut, but how would he react if he knew that Randy had been turned into a whore at work as well.

Once Craig and Calvin came home, laughing and talking about the great day they’d had, Randy was told to get dinner ready. As he cooked, he was only allowed the thong pink thong that he’d be in all day and the “Daddy’s boy” apron Calvin had gotten him. He made a simple meal of Chicken and rice with vegetables. Before they sat down to eat, Calvin produced a bag and said they had bought Randy’s some gifts. Craig added that Chris had picked out the surprises and he had given very clear instructions on how he wanted them to be used by Randy.

The first gift was two metal dog bowls that were set on the living room floor in front of the coffee table. It seemed obvious to Randy the bowls purpose and he was already imagining how it would feel to be fed from them. A sense of dread washed over Randy as he saw Calvin pull out the remaining items from the bag one at a time. A pair of small suction cups confused Randy until Calvin affixed them to his nipples and said they were to make them fuller and more pert. Craig said Chris wanted Randy to have huge nipples, so that they could more easily apply the clamps pulled out of the bag next.

The nipple clamps were metal and had sharp looking teeth, which explained why they were called Alligator nipple clamps. There was a chain connecting them. As Randy looked down at his chest and saw the suction cups on his nipples, he couldn’t even imagine how painful those clamps would be on his engorged tits. Next up was a good size plug that Calvin said Randy would be expected to stuff in his pussy whenever it wasn’t being used for other purposes. The metal plug looked hefty and had a rubber tube connecting it to the metal base that held it in place. Randy wondered how he would be able to fit that into his hole, it looked so thick.

They saw the concerned look on his face and revealed the final item from the bag, letting him know that this should get him ready for the large plug. To Randy, the dildo Calvin held looked gigantic, in reality it was about 10 inches long and about the same thickness as the plug, which was pretty fat.

Randy was told to go get their dinner and he brought out three plates. He had taken off the apron, so now he was just in his pink thong and the suction cups on his nips. He felt ridiculous. He set plates on the coffee table in front of Calvin and Craig, who were on the couch, and set his plate at the end of the table. He returned to the kitchen and came back with three beers that he placed on the coffee table before he went to sit in the armchair.

“No, down,” Craig said, snapping and pointing to the spot in front of the coffee table where the dog bowls were. Randy knelt down as ordered, “Good, now hand me one of your bowls.”

Randy did. And Craig stood up and pulled out his cock and started to piss into the bowl. While he did that, Calvin grabbed Randy’s plate and quickly cut up the chicken and vegetables into more bite size pieces. Craig had filled up the first bowl with his piss and handed it back to Randy.

“You’re a lucky fag to drink my piss with dinner,” Craig smirked as he watched Randy set the bowl down in front of him, “It’s like a fine wine to fags. Now hand Calvin the other bowl.”

Randy could smell the piss in front of him, but luckily it didn’t smell as strong as morning piss. He handed the other bowl to Calvin, wondering again how he had come to be in this position. At what point had he accepted that he was a faggot for these men. And why wasn’t he fighting it. They couldn’t force him, weren’t forcing him. So he must want it deep down, despite how degrading it was to be treated like this. His ability to resist, even his desire to say no, was quickly being destroyed and he was now a willing participant in the destruction of his masculinity.

“This looks good,” Calvin commented as he held Randy’s plate of food. He then scraped it into the bowl, handing it back to Randy, “Hold it up in front of you.”

Randy took the bowl and knelt there holding it up in front of him at chest level. Craig and Calvin walked around the table to stand in front of him, both their dicks out now. They each spat into the food bowl, before starting to piss, their streams hitting him in the face and splashing his chest before being aimed into his dinner. Randy watched as the white rice was soon floating in a yellow pool of their piss.

“Figured you could have soup tonight,” Calvin stuffed his dick back in his pants and sat down, joined by Craig, “Bon appetite.”

Randy stared at the disgusting slop in front of him and felt like things couldn’t get worse. He set the bowl down and reached for the fork that he’d put at his end of the table.

“Nope, bitch. Eat it straight from the bowl,” Craig scolded, “Faggots don’t need utensils. But first, let’s toast the chef.”

Calvin and Craig both popped open their beers and held them up and out to Randy. He stared at the third beer on the table but knew what they expected. So instead of grabbing the beer, he picked up the bowl of piss. Calvin and Craig both laughed, as they praised his choice in unison with a ‘Good faggot’. The two men clanked their beer cans against the metal rim of the dog bowl and took a swig of their beers. Randy raised his bowl to his mouth and tilted it up, taking a gulp of the warm piss, spilling some down his chin and chest in the process. It tasted bitter, but he’d tasted worse. So he felt grateful for that small bit of good luck. That thought made him realize that only a faggot would have swallowed enough piss to be able to compare the different tastes.

“From now on, you don’t use your hands when eating or drinking out of your bowls,” Craig informed him, “Dogs don’t use their hands and you are even less than a dog, faggot.”

Randy placed his piss bowl down and then bent forward to take the first bite of his dinner. As he got his face close to the bowl, he thought it smelled worse than just the piss alone. He tried at first to grab a piece of chicken between his teeth, but it kept sinking into the rice and piss broth. The only way he could get any of the bits of chicken and vegetables was to shove his face into the piss soup. He tried to ignore the taste and chew as quickly as possible to swallow, before going back for more.

“Good boy,” Calvin encouraged Randy to keep it up, “If you eat all your dinner, you’ll get a nice dessert. Don’t forget your special fag drink.”

Calvin and Craig both laughed through mouthfuls of food, as they watched Randy move his face over to the bowl of piss and lap at it like a dog would. This situation drove home how different their positions were right now. Calvin and Craig were the alpha males, sitting on the couch, fully clothed, eating off plates, using forks, drinking beer. While their faggot knelt on the ground in a pink thong, wearing nothing else but nipples suction cups, lapping warm piss from one dog bowl while eating a concoction of food soaked in piss and spit from the other bowl. He didn’t think he’d ever feel like a real man again, or even pretend to be one.

Once they’d finished dinner, his belly felt bloated. But it was no surprise seeing as he’d consumed two bowls of their piss. He took all the dishes into the kitchen and cleaned up, including wiping the piss and rice from his face. When he returned to the living room, he was told to kneel as they gave him his next task to perform.

IV

Darren woke up after having drifted off to sleep again in his own bed. In the meantime, Sam had left to go study at the university library. Darren was sitting out back trying to concentrate on his own schoolwork, when Jim came over with his book bag. He suggested that they do their homework together before school tomorrow. It was a little overcast that day and slightly chilly, so Jim said they should go to Darren’s room. They made their way downstairs and sat on his bedroom floor, surrounded by open textbooks and papers.

Jim was laying on his side, in a pair of shorts and t-shirt, as he read and took notes. He had kicked off his leather sandals, and Darren found it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything other than Jim’s long legs and bare feet. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances, as Jim wiggled his toes unintentionally driving Darren crazy. Trying to be subtle, Darren mimicked Jim’s pose, laying on his side himself, with his face dangerously near Jim’s sexy feet. Darren imagined his could almost smell the scent of them as he pretended to read his history book.

With his new friend absorbed in his studies, Darren took the risk of admiring the boy stretched out in front of him. From his sexy feet with their long thin toes, to the muscular calves and thick thighs. His gaze traveled to Jim’s shorts, which he could just barely see up. But what little he could see made it clear that Jim wasn’t wearing any underwear, because Darren could make out the tip of Jim’s dick resting over a pair of big balls. The next hour was less of Darren studying his schoolwork and more trying to secretly study every inch of Jim stretched out in front of him.

“Hey little D,” The sound of Jim’s deep voice yanked Darren out of his near trance state, “I’m gonna go take a leak, be right back.”

Jim stood up, towering over Darren laying on the floor. Jim looked down at Darren, his straight nearly white blond hair hanging in his face. From this angle, Darren was better able to look up Jim’s baggy gym shorts and see his cock dangling there, taunting him. Darren had to tear his eyes away and look instead to Jim’s face, seeing a slight smirk appear before the boy headed out of the room.

Darren was nervous that Jim had caught him staring, berating himself for being too obvious. Sam’s words from yesterday repeated in his head, about how Jim wasn’t gay. The last thing he wanted was to make his new friend angry. But despite all this, he wasn’t able to stop himself once he heard the bathroom door close, and he crawled over to Jim’s sandals.

He picked one up, and without thinking, raised it to his nose and sniffed at the leather sole that had been recently touching Jim’s feet. The length of the sandal was longer than Darren’s entire face. The smell of Jim’s foot captured in the leather made Darren’s head spin. Before he realized what he was doing, he ran his tongue along the insole, closing his eyes as he did. The taste matched the scent, incredible. He imagined running his tongue across the skin of Jim’s foot rather than just the sandal he’d been wearing.

“What are you doing,” Darren’s eyes shot open, hearing Jim’s voice, just as he had set down one sandal and had been reaching for the other, “Looks like you were taking a nap, eyes closed and all just sitting there.”

The guilt had to be apparent on his face as he stared up at Jim, who stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Darren was beating himself up for being so careless. He had been listening for the toilet to flush, as an indication of Jim coming back. But he hadn’t heard it and wondered what Jim might have walked in on. Jim’s expression didn’t seem to indicate he was upset, so maybe he hadn’t walked in on Darren licking his sandal. But still, Darren’s thoughts were so scrambled that he couldn’t think of what to say, so he just got up and mumbled that he needed to use the bathroom as he brushed past Jim.

With the bathroom door closed behind him, Darren leaned against it and berated himself for being so dumb. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to get his breathing under control and not panic. Jim must not have seen anything, otherwise he would have said something. Feeling a little more relieved, Darren looked at himself in the mirror to compose himself. The reflection of the toilet caught his attention.

He turned and saw a bowl full of what must have been Jim’s piss. That would explain why Darren hadn’t heard the toilet flush, because Jim had not flushed it after taking a piss. And now Darren found himself kneeling down before the toilet full of Jim’s golden liquid. The smell wafting up from the bowl wasn’t too strong and he lowered his face closer to breath it in. There were a few stray drops on the toilet rim and Darren licked those up before he could stop himself. The taste was slightly salty and wonderful.

Feeling ashamed of himself for it, he still bent down and dipped his tongue into the bowl of Jim’s piss. And once he’d crossed that line, he began to lap at it, slurping in Jim’s urine until he finally came to his senses and sat up. He reluctantly flushed the toilet to remove any further temptation. He stood up shakily, sad to have wasted the rest of the gift that Jim had unintentionally left behind for him. But he knew it was wrong and nothing good would come from this obsession. He washed his hand and thought about rinsing his mouth out but decided against that, wanting to allow the taste to linger on his tongue for as long as possible.

When he walked back into his bedroom, Jim had shed his shirt and was now sitting up with his back resting against the wall next to the door. Darren did his best not to gawk at the beautiful boy in his bedroom, as he stepped over the long legs and sat back down on the floor.

“I don’t know about you,” Jim watched Darren with an exaggerated look of exasperation on his face, while he reached over to pull the door closed, “I need a break from studying. There’s only so much I can absorb before my brain feels like it’s gonna explode.”

Darren nodded his agreement, admiring Jim’s bare chest and arms as the bigger boy shoved his textbook away and reached over to grab his backpack. The bag was near where Darren had sat down. Jim’s hand accidentally brushed the bottom of Darren’s bare foot and he couldn’t help but giggle from the light touch.

“Oh, is someone ticklish,” Jim asked, giving Darren a big mischievous smile, while reaching out with both hands for Darren’s feet, “Are these little guys sensitive?”

Darren tried to deny the fact that he was extremely ticklish, but it was pointless. He squealed “No” and tried to scurry away from Jim, but there was no escaping. And in an instant, Jim had him pinned face down, as his hands seemed to be all over him. His fingers found every tender spot. Darren was laughing and squirming, trying to crawl out from under Jim. Resistance was futile, considering their size difference and the fact that Jim was on the wrestling team. His only hope of not dying from laughter was to try to wiggle his body to keep Jim from lingering on any one spot for too long. Jim was laughing as well, as he tortured Darren.

“You’re going to regret me finding out your secret,” Jim warned Darren, who tensed, wondering what Jim meant and what he might know.

Still laughing, Darren felt a fear begin to creep into his mind. He tried to push it away, thinking there was no way Jim could know anything. He struggled with renewed energy and was able to succeed in turning over onto his back, but with Jim still on top of him. As he stared up into Jim’s beautiful smile, the tickling stopped, and Darren noticed something else. Jim’s dick had slipped out of his shorts and was hard, pressed against Darren’s bare leg.

Something in Jim’s look changed as they both realized the situation. But instead of getting off Darren, Jim leaned in and pressed his mouth to Darren’s and kissed him. It felt like electricity sparked between them as Jim’s lips touched his, and Darren sighed deeply. Jim’s hands left his sides and gripped Darren’s face, his mouth opening and tongue extending. He couldn’t believe this was happening. That he was this lucky, to have this handsome boy on top of him, kissing him.

It felt like it went on forever and at the same time only the briefest of moments. The intensity with which Jim kissed him was overwhelming his senses. Darren could taste the sweetness of saliva and now feared that Jim would be able to taste the piss. But that didn’t seem to stop Jim, who was making the sexiest noises as he tried to devour Darren’s mouth. The hard cock pressed against his leg was too tempting, and Darren reached down, eager to touch it and maybe be allowed to finally taste it.

It was that slight touch that broke the spell and Jim raised up on his arms, lifting his chest off Darren, their hips still connected. The confused look on Jim’s face scared Darren and he took his hand away from Jim’s crotch. Jim just stared like he wasn’t seeing Darren and was deep in his own thoughts. Darren wasn’t sure what to say or do and just stayed still, waiting to see what Jim did next. And then Jim let out this strangled noise that made Darren sad to hear. The boy jumped up to his feet, pulling his shorts down quickly to poorly cover his protruding hardon. He looked around in a panic, mumbling words that Darren could barely understand.

“Sorry, sorry, I, uh, I think I think to go,” Jim blurted out, reaching down to grab his shirt. Darren raised up on his arms into a sitting position, watching as Jim frantically tried to open the bedroom door, finally succeeding and darting out, “Uh, I guess, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Darren watched as his friend rushed out, leaving behind his bag and schoolbooks. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, or why Jim had gone from passionately kissing him to running away like there was a fire. He just looked at the open door that his friend had fled through, wondering if he had gone too far by trying to touch Jim in a way maybe he shouldn’t have. But Jim had been the one who started it, and he had been obviously excited, his cock hard against Darren’s leg. And that’s when Darren noticed the huge pool of milky white fluid soaking into the shorts he was wearing. Jim had cum on them.

V

Randy learned that he would spend the next hour or so training his pussy, while Craig and Calvin watched television. He wasn’t exactly sure what they meant by ‘training’, but he soon found out. They used the suction cup at the base of the dildo to affix it to the middle of the coffee table. He was told to lube it up good with his mouth. He started by spitting on it and stroking it with his hand, but Calvin reached forward and pulled his head down to force the dildo into his mouth. He sucked and bobbed on the big dildo, barely able to fit even just the head of it in his mouth. How the fuck was he going to fit this in his ass.

With the dildo now dripping with spit, they ordered him to get up on the table. Randy did as he was told and got on his knees on the coffee table in front of the two men. He pulled the thong strap out of the way to press his hole to the head of the thick dildo. Calvin lifted his foot and ordered Randy to take off his sock with his mouth. As Randy pressed down on the dildo, he leaned forward and struggled to use his teeth to pull the sock off of Calvin’s foot. He was finally successful, the sock hanging from his mouth, just as the dildo popped past his ass lips and he felt the head lodged in his pussy. It felt too large to possibly take more.

Calvin stood up and used his cock to stuff the smelly sock into Randy’s mouth, as he pushed down on the top of Randy’s head to sink him further down the fat dildo. His cunt felt stretched beyond his limits and he moaned into the rank sock now filling his mouth, his tongue watering from the taste of the dirty sweat soaked fabric. Craig stood up and pulled off his pants and the jockstrap he’d been wearing, draping it over Randy’s face so the pouch was covering his nose.

“Okay bitch, now work your pussy on that dildo,” Craig ordered, sitting back down with his hard cock jutting straight up. Randy thought that maybe Craig was as big as the dildo he was slowly impaling himself on. Calvin then turned on the television and they sat back, occasionally looking at him but mostly focusing on the show they’d put on.

The spit helped, but not nearly enough. It felt impossible, but eventually Randy felt his butt touch the coffee table and the base of the dildo pressed to his balls. He then proceeded to pull up and then sink back down on the dildo, finding it easier to take with each stroke. Apparently the pussy training was working. He rode it like that as they pretty much ignored him, except to periodically pat him on the head, slap him in the face or rub the jock strap into his nose. Craig’s jockstrap was heaven, Randy could make out the ball sweat and the piss that he was now all too familiar with. And he’d grown to appreciate the taste of Calvin’s sock and the foot stink that was extracted from the fabric due to his saliva.

At one point, Calvin reached forward under Randy to cup his thong covered crotch. His dick felt hard as a rock, straining against the pouch. Calvin showed Randy how wet his hand was from the precum that must be leaking out of his cock like a faucet to the point of drenching the thong. Randy wasn’t surprised when Cavin smeared the precum all over his face. All while he humiliated himself in front of them by riding the dildo.

It was somehow more embarrassing to be riding the dildo while they watched, than if he was taking their cocks. At least if he was riding their actual dicks, he’d be serving a purpose by making them cum from fucking him. Instead, the pleasure they were receiving was from watching Randy degrade himself and perform like a well-trained faggot. It felt pointless to be taking a dildo in his cunt when their were two studs there with big cocks he could be riding instead.

Once their show was over, they told Randy to get off the dildo and show them how good a job it had done opening him up. Randy’s legs were sore and his ass felt like it couldn’t take any more abuse. At some point in the hour long training, he had drifted out of his own head and almost robotically fucked himself. But the pain was brought back to the fore front of his mind when he heard them tell him it was time to get fucked by the real thing. They sat side by side on the coach, their cocks out and hard. Before he could turn around to present his ass, Craig pulled the suction cups off his nipples.

“Fuck yeah, look at those big titties,” Calvin raised up to take one of Randy’s nipples in his mouth, while Craig did the same with the other. They sucked and chewed on his tits, making Randy groan until they stopped.

“That’s a good start, but they need to be bigger,” Craig informed Randy, squeezing and pinching his tits. Randy endured the torment and looked down to see that they were swollen to twice their size, “Chris said he wants to grow them to be like little udders on your chest. So men can clearly see you are a fag, with your nipples poking out obscenely even through your shirt.”

“Here, these will help with your tit training,” Calvin said, as he affixed the metal clamps to Randy’s engorged nipples. Randy winced from the pain as the tiny teeth of the clamp sank into the flesh of first one and then both nipples, “Now ride us like you did that dildo.”

“Come here,” Craig grabbed his hips, pulled him off the dildo and spun him around. His hole gaped wide and didn’t have a chance to close before Randy was positioned so that Craig’s cock was pressed to the opening, “Down.”

With that one simple command, Randy lowered himself effortlessly onto Craig’s cock and didn’t stop until he felt Craig’s full bush against his ass. Craig moaned in pleasure and Randy was ashamed at how loose his hole felt wrapped around even Craig’s long fat cock. But it did feel good to have a real cock in him, rather than a fake one.

“Holy fuck, that cunt feels amazing,” Craig exhaled, reaching around Randy and gripping the chain to his nipple clamps to use as a handle to raise Randy up and then bring him back down repeatedly, “You got a nice big cunt from your training, you’re taking my whole cock without any problems.”

“My turn,” Calvin announced, sounding impatient. Craig slapped Randy’s ass, indicating he should go to Calvin now. He rose off Craig and shifted over to Calvin and slid onto his slightly smaller cock with even more ease, “God damn, that feels almost as loose as a real pussy. You are gonna have to train on that dildo every day from now on. We want to be able to sink into this cunt easily whenever we need to nut.”

The next half hour went on like that, Randy going back and forth between their cocks, riding them. He was embarrassed at how effortlessly he sank down on them and the sloppy sounds his cunt made as he took their dicks. There was no denying the strong friendship the two men shared as they bonded over using their faggot. They spoke as if Randy wasn’t there, comparing him to Matty and the times Calvin and Craig had shared Craig’s bitch back home. While Calvin said he appreciated Craig letting him get his dick sucked by Matty regularly, there was no comparison to a man being able to sink his cock into faggot pussy.

The clamps jiggled on his chest from the fucking motion. They tugged on the chain to his nipple clamps, but eventually they went numb and it didn’t hurt like it did at first. The pain to his ego didn’t stop though. He took in deep huffs of the smell of Craig’s jock, as he sucked on Calvin’s sock and swallowed down the foot sweat.

Calvin was the first to blow his load. Randy had just left Craig and sank down on Calvin, starting to raise up, when Calvin grabbed his hips and slammed him back down. He roared behind Randy and bit into his shoulder, as his cock spasmed in Randy’s ass and sprayed his insides with hot cum. There were probably seven or eight shots of cum pumped into his ass, before Calvin’s balls were emptied into Randy. That moment of being filled with cum made Randy feel closer to the men who were depositing their semen into him.

He raised up off Calvin, trying to be careful to keep his hole clenched to not spill any of the precious seed. Randy was horrified to realize he couldn’t get his hole to close and some of Calvin’s spunk drained out. Craig pulled Randy over and he sank down on his big cock, emb embarrassed at the squelching sounds his cunt made as Craig drove in and forced out more of Calvin’s cum.

“God damn, that pussy is a sloppy mess,” Craig sighed, “I love fucking his pussy with your load lubing him up, dude.”

“You’re welcome, buddy, any time,” Calvin stood up in front of Randy, pulling the jockstrap off his face and yanking the sock from Randy’s sore mouth, “Now clean up your mess, bitch.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Randy responded without thinking, deep into that delirious submissive headspace that he now associated with being a faggot. He began by lapping up the cum that had soaked into Calvin’s pubes, making sure to clean up the cum from his balls, before he took Calvin’s cock into his mouth.

Calvin reached down and tugged on the chain to the clamps on Randy’s tits. This reignited the pain in his nipples, as Craig pushed him forward. Randy pressed into Calvin, who sat on the coffee table, forcing Randy down on his still hard cock until it penetrated his throat. Craig stood up behind and began to deep dick Randy’s cunt. Just as Craig slammed into Randy with a loud triumphant roar, his cock expanding and spurting, Calvin pulled down on the chain and ripped the clamps off Randy’s nipples.

The heat of the cum flooding his ass was joined by the fire on his chest that were his nipples. The numbness in his tits was replaced with a sudden excruciating pain as the blood flowed back into the abused flesh. He moaned around Calvin’s cock and began to choke on it, feeling tears running down his face from the pain and humiliation of the moment. In that instant, he despised the tit clamps and hoped they’d never be used again. But he knew there was no chance of that. He was purely a fuck toy for these men to use for their pleasure.

Craig continued to drive into his ass, while Calvin forced him to breathe around the cock lodged in his throat. It wasn’t until Calvin reached under Randy and began to molest his already sore nipples, that he felt the orgasm quickly approach and his clit spit up in his thong pouch. He groaned and thrashed under the two men, but they held him in place. He felt his entire body orgasm even as he felt the weird sensation of cum oozing out of his cock in a slow stream, rather than spurting during a normal orgasm.

His body was still tingling from whatever he’d just experienced, as the two men withdrew their cocks from his holes. They high fived each other and talked about how great Randy’s cunt had felt. They reminded Randy that he was to now train his pussy on the dildo for at least an hour every day.

As if his ordeal was never ending, Calvin then grabbed the new plug they had bought. He held it up to Randy’s face to remind him the size, before he slid it into Randy’s cum filled ass without any trouble. Randy was barely able to close his hole around the tube once the plug had sunk in, but he was happy once the base of the plug was resting against his hole. He willed it to stay in place. It was definitely an odd sensation to feel the metal plugging his cunt, the bulb deep in his pussy and filling him, while his opening was closed tight around the tube. He was already dreading when it came out, but wanted it out at the same time.

“Now keep that in until morning, baby,” Calvin said, kissing Randy on the forehead, “You want to hold our babies inside you all night so they soak in that pussy, don’t you princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Randy looked into Calvin’s handsome face, and was happy when he gave Randy a wide smile.

“What’s with the daddy stuff,” Craig asked, chuckling, “You really have this bitch wrapped around your finger, I’m impressed my friend.”

“It was pretty easy. Just needed a little encouragement,” Calvin said to his best friend, before turning his attention back to Randy, “Now since you were such a good girl, you can sleep with Daddy tonight, baby. Tell Craig good night.”

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