Becoming a faggot - New Beginnings

First Days

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Characters:

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

I

“James, your little friend is here,” Jim’s mom called upstairs to her son, as Darren stood in the entryway of his neighbor’s home. His new friend had offered to walk him to school and Darren was more than happy to have the company.

“Come on up, D,” Jim responded, and Darren tingled from hearing Jim’s deep voice.

“It’s the last door on the left, dear”, Jim’s mom welcomed Darren in and left him to find his way to Jim’s bedroom upstairs.

It was the first day at his new school and Darren had found it hard to sleep the night before, nervous about what his new world might hold. He was only hoping that Steve and the other boys he’d met that summer would be happy to see him. The thing he was dreading was running into Scotty. After this summer, Darren had hoped to never see his cousin again and instead they were now going to the same school.

The one thing that made him feel better was knowing he would have Jim there with him. He knew Jim wouldn’t be with him all day to protect him, but it helped that he’d be there for the initial introduction to this new environment.

Darren could hear the shower going as he climbed the stairs. Jim shouted from the bathroom that he’d be ready in five minutes and so Darren went to wait in the older boy’s bedroom. Jim’s voice was soothing and Darren couldn’t help but feel fluttering in his stomach. He took off his backpack, setting it on the floor, before beginning to explore the bedroom. There was a bookshelf with tons of fantasy novels, as well as a few pictures of Jim. One photo showed him in in a speedo standing by a pool, a medal draped around his neck. Darren couldn’t help but step up to get a closer inspection of the significant bulge showing. There was also Jim in a wrestling singlet, standing with his arm across the shoulders of a smaller boy next to him. Again, the way they both filled out the crotch of the tight-fitting uniform was hard to ignore and it was what drew Darren’s attention.

Somehow feeling wrong for what he was doing, Darren forced himself to turn away and instead walked toward the windows to see what the view was like considering they were up in the hills. As he crossed the room, passing the end of the bed, his foot kicked something. When he looked down, his entire body trembled at what he saw. Laying there on the floor was a jockstrap. Jim’s jockstrap. He struggled internally for a brief moment, wondering if he should just leave it there. But his desires won out and he slowly bent down and picked it up and brought it to his face, as he stood back up. With the pouch pressed to his nose and mouth, he inhaled deeply and was rewarded with the aroma of ball sweat and stale piss. His head swam and he took the last few steps toward the window so he could grab the window ledge to steady himself.

He breathed deeply through Jim’s jockstrap, eyes closed, feeling his little dick getting hard as he imagined that the massive bulge he saw in the pictures had been recently filling up the pouch now touching his face. The smell reminded him of worshipping his brother Randy and Chris, the man Darren had called Sir just this past summer.

With the smell of Jim’s nuts filling his head, he opened his eyes to look out the window and was shocked to realize that he could see into Sam’s bedroom on the ground floor next door. His soon to be step-brother was still laying in his bed, and Darren had a perfect view of him from the vantage point of Jim’s second floor bedroom. Sam’s bedroom had sliding glass doors that led onto the back deck, and he apparently slept with the curtains open. As Darren continued to worship Jim’s scent, Sam stirred in bed and threw off the covers. Darren was treated to the sight of a huge erect cock. Darren couldn’t believe his luck when Sam spit into his hand and reached down and began to stroke his dick, unaware that he was being watched.

The gorgeous Sam was jerking his big cock urgently, clearly wanting to get off, to satisfy the need of having his balls emptied before he started his day. Darren wished he could be there to help the older boy out, to show him that a warm wet mouth would feel much better than his own hand. As Sam feverishly masturbated, he used the other hand to feel up and down his lightly hairy chest. Darren thought how beautiful the young man was, lusting for him even more so now that he was seeing his cock for the first time. He just wanted to know the feel of it in his boy pussy.

Darren couldn’t remember his dicklet ever being harder, inhaling the scent of one stud as he watched another. Just as he was worried that Jim would finish with his shower before Sam finished with his jerk off session, Sam arched his back, mouth agape to release a moan that Darren could have sworn he heard, just before a stream of cum erupted out his big cock. Darren was in awe of how much cum continued to spray out, coating the lean torso of this beautiful man. Sam lay there for a moment, enjoying the post cum haze, before reaching down to the floor and picking up something to wipe himself off with. He then tossed whatever it was to another part of the room and got out of bed and walked out of the room, presumably to shower.

“Nice view, right,” Darren nearly jumped out of his skin, when Jim spoke from just behind him. The other boy reached up and gripped Darren’s shoulder and squeezed it, standing so close to him that Darren could feel the boy’s bulge against his lower back. Darren gripped the jockstrap in his fist and quickly lowered it to his side, struggling to come up with an explanation for why he was perving on Jim’s dirty jock while watching his step-brother jerk off, “You can see the whole valley from here.”

Darren breathed a huge sigh of relief when he realized Jim was commenting on a different view. He stuffed the jockstrap into his jacket pocket, hoping that Jim hadn’t noticed, before turning to face his new friend. Jim didn’t bother to take a step back and was standing so close that Darren’s hand brushed against the bulge under the towel wrapped around Jim’s waist.

“You’re definitely lucky,” Darren finally responded, feeling stupid for sounding so lame, but doing his best to not have his voice shake and betray how nervous he felt standing so close to this sexy young man and having been so close to getting caught.

“Yep, I know I’m pretty spoiled,” Jim admitted, before stepping back and turning around to head to his closet, “Let me just get dressed quick and we can go.”

The boy opened one of the mirrored closet doors, and began to rummage through the clothes hanging inside. Darren watched him undo the towel, letting it fall to the floor, presenting Darren with a big meaty ass that was surprisingly hairy considering how smooth Jim’s upper body was. He found himself unable to breath when his neighbor bent down to pull something out of the bottom dresser drawer, and it took all of Darren’s restraint to not rush over and drop to his knees to bury his face in the boy’s hairy crack.

When Jim stood back up, Darren noticed that he could see the front of the boy’s body in the reflection of the mirrored closet doors. A beautiful cock hung down between his legs, draped over a hefty pair of balls. A bush of golden pubes surrounded the big package and Darren reached into his coat pocket, squeezing the jockstrap that he couldn’t wait to worship again.

Since Darren’s eyes were gazing down, glued to the middle of Jim’s body, he didn’t notice Jim catching him looking. Darren might have been mortified had he known, but instead the other boy stayed naked longer than necessary and turned to face Darren once he’d selected the outfit he was going to wear for the day. Once Jim turned, Darren forced himself to look up and felt himself blush when he saw Jim staring at him with a slight smirk on his face. The older boy held Darren’s gaze for an intense few seconds before he began to scan the floor.

“Hey, you didn’t happen to see a jockstrap laying around,” Jim asked, apparently looking for the very thing tucked safely away in Darren’s jacket pocket, “I’ve only worn it a few times, so I figure it has a good couple days left before it smells so bad I can’t even stand it.”

Darren suppressed a moan, trying to imagine what the material would smell like after a few more days of use, considering how wonderful it already smelled. He pretended to help look for it, all while gripping the missing garment in his fist. When Jim got on his knees in front of him and bent down to look under the bed, Darren was once again gifted to the magnificent view of the hairy ass of a real man. And something in Darren snapped, dropping down and leaning forward to get his face closer to the furry ass crack. He sniffed deep on the clean but musky scent. He pretended to look around when Jim turned to see Darren on his hands and knees behind.

“I don’t see it,” Darren said, getting to his feet.

“Ha, no worries little D,” Jim climbed back up to his full 6’2” frame and wandered back to the closet, his dick dangling between his legs and swinging back and forth, “I don’t know how that jockstrap could have disappeared like that, but I’ll just grab a new one. Don’t want to make you late for your first day.”

Darren was trembling, unable to believe how stupid he’d been, hoping that Jim wouldn’t hate him if he knew what a little faggot Darren really was. Regretting being so foolish as to sniff his ass and snatch the boy’s jock. But there was no way he would give it back. Darren was just waiting for the opportunity that he could sneak off to the bathroom at school and rub the jockstrap on his face, imagining he’d be doing that frequently through the day.

II

Randy was in the living room, cleaning up from the party the night before. He bent over to pick up an empty beer can and farted out a dollop of cum from his ass. Luckily the thong strap caught it so that he didn’t make a mess on the carpet. It was Craig’s cum, freshly deposited in his pussy that morning before Craig had left for class.

The party had gone on until around midnight. And Randy had been kept busy, sucking off everyone, except for Chris. Alex and Calvin had even used him together, making Randy go with them to take a piss in the side yard, just around the corner from where Chris, Craig and Mark were swimming in the pool. Randy had been forced to get on his knees, so they could soak him in their piss before making him take turns sucking their cocks until having to hold his mouth open, head back while they both jerked off and shot their loads into his open ‘face pussy’, as they’d called it. Mark had his turn fucking Randy’s face just before leaving with Chris at the end of the night.

That’s when he had been told that he’d be sleeping with Craig that night, Craig informing Randy that he was horny from being around Chris all day and so Randy would be taking care of that. Craig had laid back in bed, with Randy between his legs sucking his cock, Craig explained to him that he now owned Randy, and that Randy would pretty much have to get his permission to do anything, including being allowed to cum. Randy wasn’t even to touch his dick unless Craig said he could. Randy would be his live-in on demand house fag, since Craig’s other boy, Matty, wasn’t around. He’d be expected to do all the cleaning, the laundry, the grocery shopping, the cooking, everything that Craig ordered. And Craig intended to share his bitch with all his friends, including Chris when the time was right.

“And you’d like that wouldn’t you. You want that. To feel Chris inside you,” Craig had asked him, as he fucked up into Randy’s face, “Well don’t worry, I won’t make you wait too long for that.”

Those words were playing back in Randy’s head now as he cleaned up. Craig knew Randy did want that, to serve his best friend Chris. Of all the cock he’d been made to serve and take in his cunt, Chris’ was the one he wanted and yet hadn’t had fuck him. So, when Craig finally fed him his load, Randy dreamed of the day that Craig said would eventually come.

“Well, fuck, if that isn’t a pretty sight,” Randy heard Calvin say from behind him. He quickly stood up and turned to face his new roommate, his face blushing at having Calvin see him wearing nothing but the bright pink thong.

“That’s one of Matty’s, isn’t it,” Calvin said, referring to the thong containing Randy’s hardening cock. He wondered why it was turning him on to be humiliated like this. Calvin stood there in a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts, his muscled bare chest filling Randy with lust, “Nice to see you dressing the part of a bitch.”

“Yes Sir,” Randy responded, covering up his crotch to hide his embarrassment, “Craig told me that I am only allowed to wear thongs when I am home alone with either of you.”

“Good, and eventually we might just show you off in that even when other people are over visiting,” Calvin’s words made Randy’s dick twitch, and then get fully hard with Calvin’s next command, “Hands behind your back and on your knees, bitch.”

Randy was quick to obey, despite now exposing his rigid cock straining the pouch of the thong. Calvin sat on the coach and leant forward, looking Randy up and down.

“Ah, is the faggot excited to be in the presence of a man,” Calvin asked, commenting on Randy’s state.

“Yes Sir,” Randy responded, feeling more of Craig’s load slip out of his hole.

“Come here,” Calvin said, beckoning Randy with a finger extended, “And let’s see how eager you are, boy.”

Being on his knees, Randy crawled over to the couch, now between Calvin’s spread legs. The young man, leaned back and raised his arms to hook his hands behind his head. Randy was overwhelmed by the musk coming from Calvin’s crotch and pits. It was a scent that Randy had grown to love. He was caught off guard when Calvin lifted a leg and placed his foot in Randy’s face.

“Show me how badly you want to be allowed to take my cock,” Calvin ordered, looking directly into Randy’s eyes, “Your main purpose is to please me, so do a good job of it.”

Randy began by kissing the sole of his feet, his lips touching every inch. When he got to the toes, Calvin pressed his big toe against Randy’s lips and they parted, his eyes locked with Calvin’s as he smiled and nodded his approval at Randy. He sucked on the toe in his mouth and jumped slightly when he felt Calvin tap at his balls with his other foot.

“Pretend it’s my cock in your mouth,” Calvin suggested, “Show me how good you are at sucking.”

Randy wrapped his lips around the big toe and slathered it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth and trying hard to please Calvin, as the tapping on his balls became a little rougher. He grimaced, but tried to stay concentrated on doing a good job. Calvin popped the toe out of Randy’s mouth and rubbed the sole of his foot against his face. Randy stuck out his tongue and tried to lick the foot, as it smeared his own spit around.

“How bad do you want to suck my cock,” Calvin asked, rubbing one foot in the faggot’s face, while tapping at the faggot’s balls with the other.

“I want it so bad, Sir,” Randy responded, enduring the rubbing and tapping.

“And why,” Rub, tap, “What are you?”

“I’m a faggot,” Randy’s voice trembled at admitting this to Calvin.

“I’m a faggot, SIR,” Calvin emphasized.

“I’m a faggot, Sir,” Randy responded, looking at Calvin as he squeezed Randy’s nose between his toes and kicked his balls not so gently. Randy did his best to remain still and not make a sound.

“Actually, why don’t you call me Daddy,” Calvin said, smiling as he released Randy’s nose, slapping his face with his foot before lowering it to the floor. He spread his legs wide and pulled up one of the legs of his basketball shorts to reveal the hard cock hidden underneath. He drew Randy’s head down into his crotch and began to rub his face around on his balls, “Now say it again properly.”

“Please Daddy,” Randy begged, the smell of Calvin’s balls drove him wild and he couldn’t stop himself from licking at them, rooting his nose around in the young man’s crotch.

“Say it,” Calvin’s tone made it clear what he expected.

“I’m a faggot, Daddy,” Randy mumbled before going to suck on the sweaty balls, his mouth watering at the taste of the salty sweat.

“LOUDER,” Calvin ordered, pulling Randy’s head back by the hair, so that he was looking down into his eyes.

“I’M A FAGGOT, DADDY,” Randy was overcome with desire for this man who he had only just met this weekend.

“Good bitch,” Calvin sounded pleased as he shoved his cock into Randy’s mouth and pulled Randy down on to it by the hair, the cock going straight down his throat. Randy choked on it. He struggled to pull off, but Calvin held him in place.

“Nope, nope, stay on it,” Calvin ordered, wrapping his arms around Randy’s head to hold it in his lap, his dick wedged in the fag’s throat. Finally, when Randy felt like he might pass out, he used his hands to push off Calvin and felt the length of the dick exit his throat.

“Fuck, your throat felt nice wrapped around my cock,” Calvin sighed, “Do that again.”

Randy coughed a few times, but went back down on Calvin’s dick, at first sucking on the head before going down the length of it. When the head of the dick hit the back of his throat, he hesitated, not sure if he could take it further.

“Come on, choke on it, you can do it, gag yourself,” Calvin encouraged him.

Trying to relax his throat, Randy attempted to take the cock, but his throat resisted. Calvin placed a hand on the back of his head, and gently pushed down, to help Randy. And that did the trick, the cock popped in and Randy took the length of the cock down his throat to the base, his chin resting on Calvin’s balls, his nose nestled in the pubes, breathing in the smell of his crotch.

“Fuck, good bitch, you suck cock way better than your little brother or cousin,” Calvin informed Randy, who tried to sit up, shocked to hear Calvin talk about Darren and Scotty. But Calvin held him down. He could actually feel it throbbing in his throat, “Yeah, I got to meet them this summer with my friends. They were both eager to take dick, but not as hungry as you. Remind me later and I’ll tell you all about it.”

With the cock cutting off his air supply, Randy began to see spots and struggled to take a breath around the dick. His head was spinning between the smell of Calvin, the feel of the cock down his throat, and the knowledge that Calvin had both Darren and Scotty suck his cock. And apparently more than just his. Calvin held him down on his cock with one arm and bent over Randy’s struggling body, to feel up his ass.

“Fuuuuuck, that pussy feels juicy,” Calvin moaned, as he sat back up and pushed Randy off his dick, “Turn around and show me that cunt.”

Once Calvin shoved him off, Randy fell back on his ass, gasping for breath. But even as he tried to fill his lungs with air, he did as he was told and got on all fours, turning to show Calvin his ass.

“Ass up, head down,” Calvin ordered and Randy obeyed, “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy baby. Is that cum I see leaking out?”

“Yes Sir,” Randy was happy his face was pressed to the floor so that Calvin couldn’t see the mortified look on his face, to have to admit that he had sperm leaking out of his ass.

“And who’s cum is in your pussy right now, faggot,” Calvin taunted, fully understanding how humiliating it was for Randy to be like this. He slapped Randy’s ass to just further emphasize this.

“It’s Craig’s cum from this morning, Sir,” Randy admitted, wincing at the sting on his ass cheek and clenching his ass to not let more cum seep out.

“Push it out, let me see how much he pumped into you,” Calvin ordered, “Reach back and play with your pussy.”

After everything that Randy had endured this summer, he was surprised that he could feel embarrassed still. But as he reached back with both hands, he could feel his face turn a dark red as it was pressed to the carpet. Calvin reached forward and helped him out by moving the thong strap to the side, at the same time sliding a finger over Randy’s asshole, making him shudder in excitement from the touch. Randy moaned when Calvin spit on it and slide a finger into him, gently and only for a moment before he sat back to enjoy the show.

“Spread that ass and show off that pussy to me, let Daddy see how bad you want to get fucked.”

Randy had to admit, it felt good to rub his pussy. It felt right to be exposed like this to this man, willingly displayed to a superior male and presenting his cunt and trying his best to get another cock inside him. For just a moment, Randy wondered at what point he had truly become a faggot and so desperate for cock. Even though it felt degrading to be treated like this, he dealt with the internal struggle between his hunger for cock and admitting what he was now, what he imagined he’d always been.

“Fuck baby, rub that hole, rub those cunt lips,” Calvin’s voice was thick with lust. And Randy did as he was told, embarrassed at the noises his wet pussy made as he caressed it, “Damn, is that pussy talking to me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Calvin reminded him, “What’s it saying?”

“It’s saying it needs your cock,” Randy’s dignity collapsed, allowing himself to behave like a total slut.

“Is that right, baby, is it saying it needs another load?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Randy was lost in his hunger for this man’s cock. He continued to rub his pussy and began to wiggle his ass, hoping to please his Daddy. He could hear Calvin jerking his cock, the pace quickening the longer this went on.

“Good boy,” Calvin cooed, getting up off the couch. Randy felt Calvin’s hips press against him, wasting no time before stuffing Randy full of cock. Calvin slammed into Randy’s ass in one thrust, using Craig’s cum as lube to ease the entry. They were both moaning as Calvin humped into the pussy clenched around his cock. Calvin mounted his bitch, keeping Randy fully impaled as he fucked him in short thrusts.

The feel of the thick cock stretching his pussy was just what Randy had wanted. To feel the weight of this muscular young man on him, as he fucked Randy for the first time, but certainly not the last. There was no denying that Calvin was using him, not having bothered to remove his shorts, Randy in just a thong on the floor, ass up and full of cock.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Calvin shouted above Randy, thrusting hard and deep into his new bitch, “Here’s Daddy’s seed you wanted!”

Randy felt the cock in his ass expand right before cum unloaded into him. Blast after blast of hot sperm coated his insides, adding to what Craig has planted earlier. And lost in lust, Randy couldn’t help himself, “Please Daddy.”

“Good boy!” Calvin sounded completely satisfied as he hunched over Randy and tried to force even more of his spasming cock into the pussy that was milking it, “And why do you need Daddy’s cum in your pussy, boy?”

As the cum continued to flood his cunt, Randy nearly sobbed and gave up any shred of self-respect he might have had left, “Because I’m a fucking faggot, Daddy.”

“That’s right, boy, Daddy’s little faggot,” Calvin said almost affectionately, as he extracted his spent cock from the newly claimed cunt, “Now I’m gonna go get ready for class. Finish cleaning up the house and enjoy having two loads deep in your cunt. Keep our seed in there as long as you can.”

Randy couldn’t move. He just lay there in a blissful state as Calvin stood up and left the room, “Oh, and enjoy your first day at work, bitch.”

III

As Darren stood there naked in front of Jim, he never imagined his first day at his new school would end like this, with cum leaking out of his asshole. It had started out normal enough, with Jim walking with him to school and showing him to his first class after pointing out the spot where Darren should wait for him once it was lunch break.

The first part of the day was uneventful, and Darren started to think his anxiety was over nothing. He hadn’t seen Scotty in the halls or had him in any of his classes. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he stood in the lunch spot Jim had assigned for him. He watched all the kids milling around him, talking about their weekends. Darren couldn’t help realizing that he was much smaller than all the other boys passing him. As he waited, he thought about making yet another trip to the bathrooms to secretly sniff at Jim’s jockstrap that was kept safe in his jacket pocket.

And that’s when he saw them. Walking straight toward him. Steve, Paul, Brian and Matty, the group of boys that he’d met over the summer through his cousin Scotty. And seeing them filled Darren with excitement and dread. Excitement to see them and hopefully have them be surprised and excited to find out he was now attending their school. But dread knowing that Scotty must not be far behind.

Paul was the first to see him. The smaller boy of the group was close to Brian’s side as they walked down the path. His red hair had become more unruly since the last time Darren had seen him months ago on the camping trip, and Paul had to sweep it out of his keys to take another look to confirm who it was he was seeing. With that second look, he smiled widely and turned to Brian to grab the bigger boy’s shoulder and point in Darren’s direction. All four boys became aware of Darren and it was Matty who first rushed over to give Darren a big hug.

“It’s so good to see you,” Matty said, squeezing Darren tightly and talking excitedly, “When Craig told us he was moving into your old house, I had no idea that meant you would be moving up here and going to school with all of us!”

The rest of the boys greeted Darren and shared similar surprise, and this made Darren happy that they were glad to see him. They each hugged him in turn, Steve waiting last. As soon as Darren was looking into Steve’s handsome face again, the boy flashing his beautiful smile at Darren, he was overwhelmed with all the feelings that he’d developed for the young man over the summer. When Steve released him from the hug, Darren went back in for another.

“Looks like someone missed me,” Steve said, ruffling Darren’s hair, “Good boy.”

Darren reluctantly let go, but found himself overwhelmed with emotions and unable to speak for a moment. These boys had all protected him from Scotty, and even though Darren had been allowed to serve them all that summer, he’d found himself most drawn to Scotty’s best friend, Steve. Matty had been his teacher, seeing as he was Craig’s boyfriend and bitch, he’d taught Darren it was okay to feel the way he did toward men, wanting to please them and serve them. Paul and Brain had their own special bond, two best friends who were nearly inseparable. And then there was Steve, Craig’s younger brother, the leader of the group of friends, if there had to be a leader.

They chatted, catching up on what had happened since they’d last seen Darren after the camping trip. That’s how Darren learned that Scotty was no longer part of the group. After all that had happened over the summer and how things had ended, Scotty understandably distanced himself and was now hanging with a different group of friends. That was fine by all of them, considering what a shit he’d turned out to be and especially the way he’d treated Darren. That’s when Jim walked up, finding Darren in the middle of the pack.

“Hey there boys, I’m Jim, this one’s new neighbor,” He introduced himself, while putting an arm around Darren’s shoulder and pulling the smaller boy into him, “You must be the friends D was telling me about.”

Darren felt awkward for some reason with Jim holding him closely to his side. As much as he wanted to be near this handsome young man, the look on Steve’s face made it feel like he was doing something wrong. There was a weird tension between Steve and Jim as Darren looked from his summer crush to the newest crush who still had his arm casually draped around Darren’s shoulders.

“Well, we don’t want to waste the entire lunch hour,” Steve announced after the group had all introduced themselves to Jim, “We were heading to our usual lunch spot near the pool, you’re welcome to join us Jim.”

“Thanks, maybe we’ll meet up with you later,” Jim responded, his arm seeming to tighten around Darren’s neck just slightly, missing or ignoring Steve insinuation that Darren would be going with them, “I want to finish showing this little guy around the school.”

Steve turned without another word and walked off, the others following after a quick goodbye to Darren. As he watched the group disappear around a corner, Darren felt like he just failed some test of loyalty. But he wasn’t sure what he could have done without displeasing either Jim or Steve. On the bright side, he got to spend the rest of lunch staring at this tall handsome boy as he took Darren on a tour of the school. Once again, Jim did most of the talking while Darren listened and tried to not stare too obviously. Once it was time to return to class, Jim told Darren to meet him after school let out so they could walk home together.

He found it hard to concentrate in class, as he couldn’t stop playing back the lunch scene in his mind. Darren wasn’t certain, but he worried that Steve might be mad at him for not going with him rather than staying with Jim. And Darren’s fears were confirmed when he went to Phys Ed, his last class of the day. As soon as he’d changed into his gym clothes, Darren exited the locker room and saw Steve, Paul and Brian there in a huddle talking. Paul and Brian acknowledged him, but Steve looked away and so Darren decided to not go over to them. The class played some volleyball and Darren endured the torture of essentially being ignored by a boy he only wanted to please.

Once the teacher blew the whistle, ending Darren’s torment, he went to rush to change so that he wouldn’t keep Jim waiting. But just as he was entering the locker room, he felt a hand firmly placed at the back of his neck. He turned and saw Steve smiling down at him, seeming to be over being angry earlier.

“We have catching up to do,” Steve told Darren, guiding the smaller boy toward the back of the locker room, “You can tell me all about this Jim guy.”

Darren enjoyed the feel of Steve’s grip on his neck and allowed himself to be led past the other boys as they changed, only a few heading to the showers first. The smells overwhelmed Darren and increased his need to please Steve. No one paid any attention to the two of them as they headed to a spot where they could be alone.

“So does Jim know about you? Does he know about how you’ve sucked my dick?” Steve asked, sounding almost jealous of the other boy. Darren told him they just met that weekend. Steve seemed slightly relieved and even commented how Jim seemed like a nice enough guy and that he was happy Darren had him to make him more comfortable about his first day here.

“But I bet you were excited to get to see me again huh boy. I figured after months of going without my dick, you must be pretty hungry for it,” Steve grabbed at his crotch as he gently pushed Darren down to his knees. Without thinking, Darren leaned forward to press his face to the bulge in Steve’s shorts, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Cock starved. Well go ahead, beg for it. Show me how bad you need it.”

“Please Steve, please,” Darren whispered, trying not to draw attention to them and be found like this on his knees at another boy’s feet.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that,” Steve chastised him, “And say it loud and proud. Unless of course you don’t want to be my boy, in which case I can find someone else to take care of my dick regularly. Matty’s mouth is always available, although Craig still won’t let me at his bitch’s pussy even with my brother away at college.”

Darren took a deep breath and swallowed his pride before speaking at a normal volume, “Please Steve, please let me be your boy again. Let me feel like I did this summer, I want your dick in my mouth again.” Darren cringed at how his voice seemed to echo in the locker room.

“That’s a little better,” Steve gently shook his head, “But I am still not convinced you really want my dick. And you need to show more respect, you don’t get to call me by my name. We aren’t equals. Just think about who’s on his knees at whose feet.”

“Sorry Sir,” Darren corrected his mistake, he’d been taught better than that, “Please let me taste your dick again, Sir, and show you how bad I want it.”

His body was trembling, hopefully not enough for Steve to notice. His words seemed to fill the entire locker room, the noise of lockers opening and closing having died down and now just the showers going in the background. That at least gave Darren a little sense of relief, to think there weren’t many others left to possibly hear him begging at this handsome young man’s feet. He looked up and saw Steve smile down at him and it reminded Darren of how good it felt when he had pleased Steve over the summer.

“Good boy,” Steve praised Darren, “You can take my dick in your mouth, and get it good and wet because that’s not the only hole it’s going in. I haven’t got to fuck any pussy since I had my first fuck with your cousin, my ex best friend. I think you’ll be an even better replacement since he’s backed out on his agreement to be my bitch. But you’ll be more than happy to take his place, won’t you boy.”

In response, Darren grabbed the top of Steve’s gym shorts and the jockstrap he was wearing, pulling them down to release his already hard cock. It bounced up and hit Darren in the face. He breathed in the sweaty balls and immediately took the cock into his mouth, loving the heavy feel of it on his tongue. He sucked and licked at the head of Steve’s dick, tasting the precum oozing out, happy to be sucking cock again after a month or more without.

“Fuck, yeah boy, that feels good,” Steve moaned not too quietly, renewing Darren nervousness someone might hear, “I should call some of my buddies over to let them see my boy on his knees taking care of my dick. I thought it would be Scotty on his knees regularly for me, but that little bitch punked out after the camping trip and has been avoiding all of us. Afraid to admit he needs my cock.”

Steve grabbed the back of Darren’s head and humped into his face a few times. The sounds of the showers and slamming lockers stopped, adding to Darren’s fear that he’d be found out as a faggot on the first day at his new school. But his desire to please Steve overrode those fears and he focused instead on sucking. And Steve seemed to be enjoying Darren’s attention based on the groaning he was making above him.

“Tell me the truth, boy, were you dreaming about this moment since the summer,” Steve asked, pulling his dick out of Darren’s mouth and putting a finger under his chin to lift his face up to look him in the eyes, “As soon as I saw you at lunch, I thought about getting to make you my boy. Knowing that you want that too. It’s a little surprising that I never got a chance to fuck your ass.”

He hadn’t been sucking on Steve’s cock for more than a minute, lost in his own submission, when his focus of worship was taken away from him. As Steve pulled his dick from Darren’s mouth, he grabbed the boy under the arms and raised him up to his feet.

“Strip and lay down on your stomach on the bench,” Steve ordered, as he stepped out of his shorts and jock, “I’m ready to take my new bitch for a test drive.”

Darren froze, not believing that Steve was seriously wanting to fuck him right here in the locker room. But Steve’s stern look made any hesitation disappear and he was soon naked, face down lengthwise on the bench, his arms and legs draped over each side, hands and feet to the floor.

“This is to keep you quiet, unless you want an audience,” Steve said as he stuffed his jockstrap into Darren’s mouth, “I’m happy to share but I figure you aren’t ready for that yet. You want some time focused on just me and I don’t mind having you all to myself. Now reach back and spread your cheeks for me, show me you want my dick inside you.”

The taste filling Darren’s mouth from the worn jockstrap had him moaning. His saliva was drawing out the piss drips and ball sweat soaked into the material. It made him wonder how Jim’s jock would taste. He put his head to the bench and lifted his ass up, using his hands to open up for Steve. He focused on the fact that this was the first time Steve was fucking him, even though he’d sucked his dick more times over the summer then he could recall. Darren was lost in his memories from the first time he saw Steve in Scotty’s apartment, to this moment where Darren was about to be fucked by only the fourth man to be inside him that way.

Thankfully the jockstrap muffled the noises he made when Steve slowly but steadily entered him. He felt like crying to finally know the joy of Steve’s dick in his boy pussy. Steve laid on top of him and humped into his ass franticly, moaning into his ear as Darren grunted in unison with each thrust.

“God damn it, boy, you are so tight,” Steve groaned, “I’m gonna enjoy doing this regularly.”

Without taking his dick out of Darren’s ass, Steve maneuvered their bodies to switch places, so that Darren could ride his cock while Steve laid on his back on the bench. Darren loved this even more, because he got to stare down at Steve’s handsome face and sexy hairy chest that had gotten more muscled since Darren last saw him. Noticing his boy admiring his body, Steve flexed his arms before grabbing Darren’s hips to sync his thrusts with Darren’s bouncing.

Darren heard the occasional locker close and glanced up nervously each time, but Steve had picked the last row of lockers that no one seemed to go to in the large room. Steve had his head back and eyes closed, lost in the pleasure that Darren was bringing to him.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close,” Steve announced, “Keep that up and you’ll have my cum in no time boy.”

And it was right at that moment, with him naked on top of Steve, cock buried in his boy cunt, that Darren heard Jim calling for him.

“Hey D, you in here,” Jim sounded closer than Darren would have liked.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop, boy,” Steve panted quietly, “You are going to finish what you started.”

“But, please Sir, Jim’s here,” Darren begged after removing the jockstrap from his mouth. Despite his pleading, he increased his pace plunging on Steve’s cock rather than stopping.

“Good boy, just do as I say,” Steve whispered through clenched teeth, getting closer, “Doesn’t matter if he sees, better he knows you are MY bitch.”

“D, where are you,” Jim thankfully sounded further away, maybe checking the showers, “I knew you had gym last period, are you hiding from me?”

“Faster, I’m almost there,” Steve said, just before his cock shot cum deep into Darren’s hole, “oh fuck oh fuck.”

“Is that you, D,” Jim asked, his voice approaching the row of lockers where Darren was currently mounted on Steve’s cock as it fired off rope after rope of cum into him.

Steve pushed Darren off him, his cock still leaking cum, grabbing his jockstrap from Darren and standing up to quickly slip it on. Unfortunately, Darren didn’t have the same opportunity to pull on his clothes before Jim appeared at the head of the row of lockers.

“There you are, didn’t you hear me calling for you,” Jim asked, sounding a little pissed as he walked toward them. Steve was now sitting on the bench, pulling on his shorts, while Darren still stood there naked, Steve’s cum leaking from his pussy and running down the inside of his legs.

“Sorry,” Darren softly said, “We were talking, so I guess I didn’t realize it was you.”

“Do you normally stand around naked while talking to your friends,” Jim smiled, no longer appearing annoyed.

“Sorry, dude,” Steve jumped in to help Darren, “My boy was heading to the showers when he decided to show me how much he missed me. So we found a more private spot and just lost track of time.”

“No problem,” Jim looked slightly curious at Steve’s choice of words, “Hope we can all hang out and have fun together. Wouldn’t be fair to keep little D all to yourself.”

“No worries about that,” Steve smiled along with Jim, “I plan to share my boy. But for now, I need to get outta here and head home. See you both tomorrow.”

Darren felt both sad and relived when Steve headed off, leaving him standing there naked with Jim. He wondered if Jim picked up on Steve call him HIS boy, but it didn’t seem so as Jim fist bumped Steve as he passed. Even after Steve slapped Darren’s bare ass, causing Darren’s hole to clench and squeeze out more of Steve’s cum which dripped to the floor.

“Alright D, let’s get you dressed,” Jim said with a smirk, “But you probably want to make that little thing go down first.”

Darren followed Jim’s gaze down to his little dick sticking out in front of him. He frantically grabbed for his gym shorts, feeling himself blush at both being naked with a hard on in front of his new friend, and that fact that Jim had jokingly called it little.

“Come on, boy,” Jim said, mockingly emphasizing the boy, “You can tell me all about your friend, Stevie, on the walk home.”

IV

His first day at work started out as expected. Randy had met Pablo at the warehouse right on time, at the start of his shift. He’d filled out some paperwork and then they went to the locker room for Randy to get his janitorial uniform. And that’s where Randy started to feel like something might not be what it appeared.

The locker room was pretty standard, a good size room with two rows of lockers with benches down the middle of each. There was also a bathroom and set of showers. It reminded Randy of a smaller version of a high school locker room. When Pablo had handed him a pair of coveralls, Randy went to slip them on over his street clothes.

“No puta,” Pablo stopped him, “Take off your clothes and then put them on.”

“But they’re meant to be worn over clothes,” Randy explained.

“That’s how a man would wear them,” Pablo corrected, “But we both know you aren’t a man. So strip and you can throw your clothes in this locker here.”

As Randy, stripped off his shirt and then shoes, Pablo pulled out his phone and began snapping pictures of Randy, or maybe making a video.

“Need memories of your first day,” Pablo told him, “Not that you’re likely to forget.”

Once Randy had moved to take off his pants, he remembered the thong he was wearing and he hesitated.

“Off,” Was Pablo’s simple order.

So Randy removed his pants, leaving him standing there in just his thong and socks.

“Socks too, faggot,” Pablo commanded.

Randy did as he was told and once he had the socks off, he went to grab the uniform.

“Not yet, I want you to walk up and down the aisle,” Pablo sounded horny, “Give me a show in that sexy thong.”

Wanting this over quickly, worried that the longer he took, the more chance of someone walking in, Randy quickly marched to the end of the row of lockers before turning back to return to Pablo.

“Now walk back slowly, faggot,” Pablo instructed, “And make it sexy, bitch, reach up and feel your tetas.”

It was at that moment that Randy was faced with a decision. He could tell his neighbor who he had sucked off through the fence, to go fuck himself and Randy could walk out and find a different job. Or, Randy could give in to the secret part of him that was actually wanting to obey and please this man. Let out the side of him that was being exposed, the fag that had apparently been lying dormant in him until this summer. And it didn’t help that he was once again straining in his thong, his cock hard and nearly popping out of the pouch, making it clear how much this really turned him on. Having been used by both Craig and Calvin earlier in the day only made him want more, to be able to satisfy this intensifying hunger. A hunger for cock.

So while Pablo recorded, Randy tried to slink down the aisle, shaking his hips from side to side, groping his own chest, and rubbing his body until he finally reached his new boss. And it was then that Randy realized that there was likely no turning back.

“That’s a good slut,” Pablo praised him, reaching out and rubbing his chest and tweaking his nipples, before putting his hands on Randy’s shoulders and gently pushing him to his knees, “Now suck my cock, I may as well warm you up.”

When Pablo pulled out the beautiful uncut cock, Randy didn’t hesitate, leaning forward and taking it into his mouth. He had forgotten about the possibility of a man walking in and finding him on his knees in a thong, sucking dick. He had forgotten about Pablo recording the entire thing. He had forgotten about everything other than the cock in his mouth and how good it tasted.

And that was how Randy received the first load down his throat that night. Pablo had been pretty quick, not taking his time or being too gentle. He grabbed Randy by the back of the neck and thrust his cock into the wet mouth, holding the cocksucker under the chin to steady him and create a good suction. He moaned loudly just before Randy felt the cum spurt onto his tongue. Randy wasn’t expecting Pablo to pull out and spray the last rope of cum onto his face and in his hair.

“You can get dressed now,” Pablo said once he’d tucked his dick and phone back into his pants, “And don’t wipe that off.”

So there he was, pushing the mop and bucket down the hall, toward the first bathroom he was meant to clean on his round. Pablo had described the simple layout of the building and called out the various bathrooms and breakrooms he’d be cleaning, ending with the locker room. The rough fabric of the uniform felt scratchy against his skin and the boots were uncomfortable without socks. Being naked except for his thong under the coveralls, made him feel more like a slut, knowing that any other man would be wearing clothes underneath.

He encountered his first customer when he was taking out the trash to the dumpsters. He’d opened the side door and walked out, to find one of his fellow workers leaning against the dumpster having a cigarette.

“Ah, you’re the new bitch that Pablo was telling us about,” The man said, standing up and walking around Randy, looking him up and down like he was inspecting new meat. He stopped right in front of Randy, blocking his path. He took a drag off the cigarette and blew the smoke in Randy’s face, “I recognize you from the pictures he shared with us, although you look different with a cock in your mouth.”

Randy was confused and not sure how to respond to this stranger calling him a bitch, or from knowing that Pablo had let this man see the photos capturing Randy in action. He coughed from the smoke and stepped around the man, trying to not sound nervous, “I’m not here for trouble, I’m just taking out the trash.”

“I know what you’re here for, bitch,” The man said, flicking his cigarette to the pavement and lifting up the dumpster lid to allow Randy to toss the bag of trash inside, “I was actually gonna go looking for you once I’d finished my cigarette. So it’s convenient that you came to me. Now, why don’t you get down on your knees and get to work.”

The man was probably around Randy’s age and about the same size, handsome in a rugged sort of way, and Randy felt a little uncertain on what was going on. What had Pablo told this guy, and likely others at work, about him that made it okay for him to be talked to this way. But Randy wrote it off to hazing the new guy at work, and so just laughed and tried to walk around the man and go back inside to continue his cleaning.

“I don’t know what the fuck you are laughing about bitch,” The man sounded more than a little irritated when he put his hand in the middle of Randy’s chest and pushed him up against the dumpster, hard enough for Randy’s head to bang against the metal side, “I already gave Pablo the cash. Don’t imagine he’d be happy if I asked for a refund, so get the fuck on your knees and give me what I paid for whore.”

There was now no doubt in Randy’s mind as to exactly the real job that Pablo had hired him for, and it wasn’t to just clean toilets and take out the trash. He was a little in shock, processing what he had just heard, so he easily sunk to his knees when the man standing in front of him pushed down. Once Randy was down there, the guy already had his meaty cock out and shoved it into Randy’s mouth, slamming his head against the dumpster wall. And the man proceeded to get his money’s worth, roughly fucking Randy’s face as he struggled for air between the near constant cock shoved down his throat.

The man held Randy by the hair to keep his face steady, and Randy was thankful to not have his head banging on metal for the five minutes that it must have taken for the man to unload down Randy’s throat. He splashed the insides of Randy’s mouth as he withdrew the still spurting cock and painted Randy with his cum, getting some in his hair and on his uniform, but the majority coated his face. And before the man was done, he made Randy hold his spent but still hard cock in his mouth, and he pulled out his phone to snap a picture. Randy didn’t even think to object, as the man explained that Pablo had told him to send a photo “for the HR files”.

Turns out Pablo had booked him a few appointments that night, and he had given three blowjobs in total by the time his shift was over, four counting Pablo. And each one caught Randy off guard. He had been cleaning the urinals when the next man found him and dragged him into a bathroom stall, making Randy strip off his uniform before he got to work, being pleasantly surprised to see the whore in a slutty thong. The last one caught him mopping a hallway before ordering him into a janitor’s closet, again making him strip down to the thong, before getting a blowjob. Each one took a picture of Randy with cock in his mouth, and each man made sure to mark Randy both inside and out with their cum, instructed to not wipe it off. By the time he made it to the locker room to change at the end of the night, his throat was sore, the front of his uniform was soaked in semen, and he could feel the cum caked on his face.

As Randy stripped off his uniform to change back into his regular clothes, the events of the night suddenly overwhelmed him and he had to sit down before his legs gave out. He sat there in just his thong, head hung down, as he tried to process the fact that Pablo had turned him into a whore that men had paid for blowjobs. And considering Pablo was the one arranging the cock and collecting the money, that made Pablo his pimp.

“What do we have here,” Randy heard a gruff voice say and saw the shadow on the floor of someone approaching him as he sat on the locker room bench.

“Look, Sir, I’m off now,” Randy felt and sounded exhausted as he looked up at the big burly man standing in front of him, shirt stretched tight over the bulging muscles of his chest, “You’ll need to talk to Pablo about another night.”

“Ah, so my suspicions were right, you are Pablo’s bitch,” The big man laughed, glaring down at Randy with lust in his eyes, “Well, let me explain how this works boy. I don’t need an appointment. I always get to try out Pablo’s whores free of charge, seeing as I’m the boss. So be a good girl and just lay back and do what you’re told.”

That last blowjob was not quick. The boss had wasted no time undoing his pants to haul out a long fat cock. The boss grabbed Randy under the shoulders to shift him up the bench until his head was hanging off the end. He then stood in front of Randy, looking down at him.

“You’re a pretty whore,” The boss said before squatting down and putting his cock to Randy’s lips, “Open up bitch and get ready. I love fucking throat and I am not gentle. And don’t you fucking dare scrap my dick with your teeth. Make sure you keep that face cunt open wide.”

The boss wasn’t exaggerating. He fucked Randy’s face like it was a pussy and kept his cock lodged in Randy’s throat for most of the time. Randy thought he was about to pass out several times, but each time he raised his arms to try to push the boss away, he’d be told to put his fucking hands down and take the throat fuck. Something had clicked in Randy and he stopped struggling and accepted that he was just a hole for this man to use. That his throat was giving this man pleasure and so he was meant to allow it to continue until the man was done.

The boss had plenty of practice breaking in whores apparently, as he knew just when to let Randy pull in a deep breath to keep him from passing out, before plunging his cock back in to the throat pussy under him. This was by far the longest blow job of the night and Randy was thankful when the boss began to pant above him and pick up the pace of his thrusts. When he went in hard one final time, the boss’ big sweaty balls covered Randy’s eyes, which were seeing spots again as it took forever for the boss to dump his load straight to Randy’s stomach. Unlike the other men, he did not pull out until his balls had been completely drained.

“You did a good job, bitch,” The boss said, finally standing up and extracting his cock from Randy’s throat, leaving the faggot gasping for breath, “I’ll make sure to give you a good report to Pablo. But you can tell him the boss was very pleased and wants a more private session with you for the next time.”

Note from the author:

Sorry to make you wait so long between chapters. Life and the world just had me not in a space to write. I haven’t stopped wanting to continue and have thought out the story for all of Part Two, I just was being too critical of myself and wanting to make it perfect for you. I realized that was just delaying my sharing the story, so I hope you enjoy it with all it’s imperfections. I am humbled by the acceptance of my story and the continued interest, thank you for those who have encouraged me through emails or comments or even just voting on the story to show you want more.