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I wake up in my bed, sluggish and in pain. My body, which I constantly pushed to its physical limits at the gym, feels like it’s been run over by a hundred horses. Memories of last night flood my brain, and the shame burns hot in my mind. I don’t remember how I got home, but the rest of the night replays in my mind. The bathroom, the taste of Jake’s cock, his strong hands holding me in place, Tony popping my cherry, and the rest of the bar joining in. Most of all, I remember the orgasm. I remember how good it felt, how my entire body started spasming from pleasure.
Shaking my head, I try to get the thoughts out of my brain, give it some room to breathe. What happened last night was a freak accident. I’m straight, and have never as much as looked at a guy that way. I was just scared and nervous because everyone ganged up on me, that’s all. My biggest worry right now is word getting out about it. If people hear, if my work hears, I don’t know what I’ll do or what’ll happen to me. I had to get up and make up a plan to take care of the mess.
I gingerly move my hurt body and get out of bed. It hurts, and every muscle feels like it’s been stretched until breaking, then woven back on. Strangely, my body feels light, lighter than usual. The way you feel after a workout. My clothes are lying in a sorry pile by the bed, torn and wet. I gulp and try not to look at them too much.
Going to the bathroom, I’m horrified when more cum squirts from my asshole. It’s been lodged so deep, some of it stayed up there throughout the night. Once properly clean, I get up and face the mirror. My hair’s a mess, and my body is sticky from all the fluids of yesterday. My ass is especially bad. My once sculpted, smooth mounds of muscle were now marked with numerous hands. With the utmost care, I part my cheeks to see the damage.
At first, there’s a wave of relief. My hole has not been resized. From all the porn I have watched, I had an idea of what hardcore anal can do, and I had thankfully been spared, even if my hole was gaping last night. But that was the extent of it. My ass lips (if I can call them that) were puffy and irritated, having been forced to grab and suck on more dicks than I could dream of.
Strangely, though, there was no hurt. Not even when I sat down or checked it with my finger, it terrified me a bit how pliable it felt, but I couldn’t help but be thankful it was this rather than other, more hurtful options.
The shower is long and thorough, making sure every inch of me is scrubbed clean, a desperate attempt to erase my shameful night, but it barely helps. I step out to the sound of my phone ringing. Looking at the screen, I flinch at the sight of Jake’s name. A lot of emotions rush through me, but I decide to ignore them and face him head-on.
“Get your ass to my place tonight at 8 sharp. Don’t be late.” Jake issues instructions the moment I pick up.
“What the fuck? You son of a bitch, do you have any id-” I start, but he quickly hangs up, and I’m left standing naked in my room, my voice fading weakly.
How does he have the gall to talk to me like this? Who does he think he is? Just because I freaked out yesterday??? I’m not gonna have it, and I damn sure will make him pay for yesterday.
The time tells me I’m late for work. All that went down yesterday made me wanna take a day off, but I had to fight this helplessness. I dressed up quickly and left, a sinking feeling setting in my guts.
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Time didn’t seem to move at all at the auto repair shop. No matter how much I tried to focus, I still found myself standing in the middle of the shop, mind wandering.
“Yo, Roy, you good?” Jerome calls out to me out of nowhere.
“Yeah.. It’s nothing, just hit the drinks a bit too hard yesterday,” I reply, trying my best to work up a smile in the process.
“You gotta pace yourself, bro,” He laughs and pats my back, and I can’t help but look at him.
His tall, handsome frame, almost 6’3“, is made more impressive by his work-built muscles. His dark skin is hairy in just the right places, and his clothes, despite how dirty they are from work, bring out a manly presence to him I never noticed before.
Without thinking, I find my eyes sliding down, from his bulging chest to his full crotch. Unable to help myself, I imagine the thick, fuck tool he has down there, how it could flop around between his legs like a fire truck hose. In my mind, I see how I’d take it, his hands forcing me down, stuffing the entire thing down my throat, skull fucking me till he gets bored and decides to take my ass.
I shake my head violently, attempting to get myself out of these weird thoughts. Jerome makes another joke about me being hungover as hell and leaves to take care of his work. I gulp and try my best to get some repairs done.
No matter how many times I glance at the clock, it doesn’t seem to budge, and every time, Jake’s words ring in my ears.
“8 sharp.”
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By the time I get off, it’s 5 p.m., and I should by all means go face Jake immediately instead of waiting till 8, but something inside me objects, and I find myself walking around. I end up getting some food from a nearby fast food place and waiting the rest of the time there, until the clock shows 7:30.
I drive to Jake’s place, dread climbing up my spine as I get closer and closer. I think of all the shit I wanna say to Jake, all the anger that’s bubbling inside me, and it gets all messed up as it rises to the surface.
Jake’s duplex is a dump. The peeling paint, sagging porch, and lawn are like a fucking jungle. I park, my heart pounding and my mouth dry. The Big Bull plays in my head. Jake’s musky pubes in my nose, Tony’s cum dripping down my thighs, my cock spurting from their abuse. I slam the car door, march up the steps, my polished shoes loud on the creaky wood, and pound on the door. I’m ready to tear Jake a new one, to make sure this never gets out.
The door swings open, and my words die in my throat. Tony stands there, stark naked, his dark, chiseled body slick with sweat, his thick eight-inch cock swinging like a goddamn club between his muscled thighs. His full lips frame a lazy smirk, his dark eyes glinting because he knows exactly why I’m here.
“Roy, you eager little slut,” Tony drawls, leaning against the doorframe, his cock twitching. “Jake says 8, but you’re skipping for this dick, huh?”
I swallow, my anger faltering as my eyes flick to his cock, the memory of it stretching my ass flooding back, making my hole clench. “Where’s Jake?” I croak, my voice shaky. “I’m here to talk. This shit ends now.”
Tony laughs, a low, bored chuckle, stepping aside. “Talk? Sure, slut. Jake’s inside. Get your ass in.”
I hesitate, my gut screaming to run, but Tony grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me inside, the air thick with sweat. The living room is a shithole with beer cans scattered around, a sagging couch, and a TV blasting some action flick. Jake sprawls naked on the couch, his 6’4” frame dominating the space, his ginger pubes framing his ten-inch beast, rock-hard, thick as my wrist. His scruffy beard splits into a bored grin as he sees me.
“Good, you’re here,” he says, fixing his position and spreading his legs, an clear order. “Do a good job and I’ll make sure you enjoy it like yesterday.”
I stand there, fists clenched, trying to hold my ground. “This isn’t a fucking game, Jake,” I snap, my voice trembling. “You and Tony fucked me over last night. You tell anyone, I swear I’ll—”
“Goddamn, you’re loud,” Jake cuts me off, yawning, scratching his hairy balls. “Chill, bitch. Nobody gives a shit about your whining.”
Tony’s hands clamp my shoulders, his naked body pressed close, his cock smearing precum on my lower back.
“Yeah, Roy, save it,” he says, his voice flat, like he’s swatting a bug. “Your hole begged for it last night. Don’t act like you didn’t cum like a slut.”
I try to shrug him off, but he shoves me down, right between Jake’s hairy thighs which squeeze my face between them, radiating heat like a furnace. My heart hammers, my cock already hard in my underwear, betraying me as his scent fills my lungs. I hate it, hate them, but my body screams for it, my hole twitching like it remembers their cocks.
“I’m not your fucking slut,” I say, my voice cracking as I try to stand, but Jake’s hand on my head pins me, his fingers digging in, while Tony whips out his phone and places it in a good position to film my humiliation.
“You’re faggot, is what you are,” Tony says, bored, his foot pressing up against my bulge from behind, making me gasp. “Your dick’s hard. You’re here ‘cause you want it. You’ve been wanting it all this time and held out on giving us prime bitch pussy. We should be rightfully mad at you, but we’re not are we Jake?”
Jake chuckles. “All’s well that ends well. The important thing is that everyone is now in their rightful place.”
“No!” I shout, shoving at Jake’s hand, but it’s like pushing a wall. “I came to tell you to keep your mouths shut!”
Tony rolls his eyes, ripping open my shirt from behind, buttons flying, exposing my smooth chest. “Blah, blah, blah,” he mocks, tweaking my nipple, making me flinch. “Your pussy’s probably wet already, Roy. Let’s see.”
Tony’s hands yank down my slacks and boxers, my 5“ cock springing free, hard and leaking, a humiliating bead of precum dripping down the shaft. I want to scream, my face burning as Jake laughs, low and cruel.
“Look at this little dick,” he says, flicking my cock, making it bounce. “Hard as fuck for cock.”
I shake my head, my stomach twisting, but Tony’s fingers are at my ass, spreading my cheeks, his rough thumb brushing my puffy, irritated hole. “Still tight,” he mutters, spitting a thick glob onto his fingers, smearing it over my hole, making me shudder. “Gonna wreck this pussy again.”
“No, please,” I say, my voice weak, but Jake grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him, his green eyes cold.
“Open your fucking mouth, slut,” he growls, standing, his 10“ cock looming in front of my face, thick and veined, the musky scent hitting me like a drug. I clamp my lips shut, shaking my head, but Jake’s hand cracks across my cheek, hard enough to make my head snap to the side.
“Do it, or I fuck your throat raw and make sure everyone at work knows you’re a cockslut,” he says, his voice low and threatening. “Suck it good, or you’re done.”
My heart pounds, my head spinning, but I know he’s not bluffing. I can’t let this get out. If they did film last night, then I’m in deep shit if it does get out. I have to do it right, get it over with. I part my lips, my breath shaky, and Jake doesn’t wait, shoving his cock in, his thick head stretching my jaw, hitting the back of my throat. I gag, my hands grabbing his hairy thighs, the coarse hair prickling my palms, but I force myself to relax, to do a good job like he says. I’m not going to break. But as his musky taste fills my mouth, something shifts. My tongue moves, swirling around his head, tasting his precum, and I start sucking, my lips tightening, my head bobbing, working his shaft like I see girls do in porn. I don’t want to admit it, but I can’t stop, my mouth hungry for his cock, my throat opening to take him deeper.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jake groans, his hips rocking, his cock sliding over my tongue, filling my mouth with his salty, musky taste. “That’s it. And no crying this time, or I’ll give you a proper reason to cry.”
I do, my lips stretched tight, my tongue moving across his shaft, sucking hard, my head moving faster, trying to please him. I’m not a fag, I tell myself, but my cock throbs, leaking onto the floor, and I can’t deny how good it feels, how my body craves it even as my mind screams no. The warm, comforting taste of man meat. Tony’s fingers work my hole now, three thick digits stretching me, scissoring inside, the burn mixing with a sick pleasure that makes my cock pulse. The simple fact of how easily they went in tells me all I need to know. How my hole was perfect for this.
“Alright, play time’s over. Need to breed you now,” Tony announces, and before I can register what’s happening, he physically grabs me by my hips and raises me, Jake’s cock still lodged deep inside my throat, and turns me around so that I’m sitting in doggy position on the couch.
He spits again, a wet splat on my ass, and then his cockhead is there, thick and blunt, pushing past my puffy lips with a slow, agonizing stretch.
“Fuck, his pussy’s perfect,” Tony growls, his hands gripping my hips, holding them like iron claws as he sinks in, and I can’t help but feel a slight ting at the fact he likes my pu- my ass so much.
His eight inches splits me open, the burn so intense I moan around Jake’s cock, the sound slutty and eager.
“You’re gonna be a great cumdump,” Jake says, caressing my head.
The unexpected gentle gesture surprises me, prompting me to cooperate better. I rock between them, Jake’s cock fucking my throat, Tony’s pounding my ass, his balls banging against my taint, the wet squelch of his spit and my stretched hole filling the room. It feels humiliating, but also familiar. Like I was unconsciously recording all that hardcore porn I once watched into my brain, marmorizing how to move in the presence of dick. I suck harder, trying to give Jake’s cock the best possible blowjob, lapping up his salty precum and finding the taste strangely nice. My lips are tight as I take him deep, my nose brushing his ginger pubes and getting high on his scent. I’m not crying, not breaking. I’m doing a good job, and my body moves in rhythm with them, ever so slightly trying to get a better angle, to let the cocks skewer me better. My mouth works Jake’s cock like it’s my job, and my hole clenches around Tony’s dick, chasing that pleasure I'm starting to want.
“Look at him go,” Tony says, his voice excited, slapping my ass hard, the sting making me jump, my hole tightening around his cock. “That’s the best part about natural born bitches. Loves dick on instinct. We don’t even need to give him pointers like last time.”
Jake chuckles, his thrusts picking up, his cock pulsing in my throat. “Told you. Ever since I saw him at the gym, I knew he’d make a great bottom, even if he himself didn’t know.”
I moan, the mention of my seemingly obvious nature sending a jolt through me. My cock leaks more, a damning puddle between my legs, humiliated but happy. I can't deny it anymore, I’m enjoying this, and I keep sucking, my lips sliding along Jake’s shaft, my tongue working his slit, tickling its underside, trying to make him cum so this ends, so I can have his cum. Tony’s thrusts are brutal, his cock slamming my prostate, rewiring my body in a way I can’t fight. My moans grow louder, sluttier, as I rock between them. It feels good, right even, to be taken care of like this. I just have to do a good job, and I’ll get rewarded.
Tony’s hand cracks across my ass again, the pain sharp and hot, making my hole clench again, milking his cock.
“Fuck, yeah, squeeze me with your pussy,” he grunts, his thrusts erratic, his cock swelling inside me.
He yanks my hips back, burying himself deep with his entire pelvis against my ass muscles, and I feel his cum explode, hot and thick and virile, flooding my guts, spilling out around his cock, dripping down my thighs, coating my balls. The sensation is intense, my cock throbbing, but I hold off, focusing on Jake’s cock, sucking harder, taking him intimately, as best as possible with my throat.
Jake decides its time, and his thrusts become harder, his cock choking me as he fucks my face, his balls dragging across my chin.
“Swallow it, Roy,” he growls, and then he cums, his powerful seed shooting down my throat, thick and salty, filling my mouth. I gulp it down, my throat burning, working his cock with my lips, milking every drop, my head bobbing eagerly even as my mind is numbed to the clear happiness in my movements.
They’re not done, though. Tony pulls out, his cum-slick cock slapping my ass, leaving a sticky trail, marking me as his cumdump bitch.
“Flip him,” Jake says, his breath heavy, like he’s handling a wild animal. He pulls out of my mouth, my lips raw and swollen, his sticky cum extending between us as its remnants smear my lips, and they manhandle me, flipping me onto my back on the couch, my legs spread wide like a hooker, my hole exposed and leaking. Jake climbs between my thighs, his enormous fuck stick still hard, standing at full height like a mast, determined to mark his property, his bitch. Tony straddles my chest, his massive thighs pinning me, his cock glistening with his cum and my ass juices.
“Round two, slut,” Tony says, casually, like this is just another day.
He doesn’t need to issue any order this time. Instead, I don’t hesitate, my lips parting, my tongue out as Tony shoves his cock in, fucking my face, his hairy balls bouncing below my mouth, filling my whole world with his junk. I suck eagerly, just like before, working his shaft like a pro. Jake lines his cock up with my hole, and pushes in with one brutal thrust, no spit except what I slobbered, making me scream around Tony’s cock, the sound desperate and needy. He’s better than Tony, at least, his cock genuinely reshaping my ass, coring out my new pussy.
I’m lost, my mind drowning in the pleasure, the shame, the need. I suck Tony’s cock like I’m starving for it, my tongue lapping at his purple head, savoring the taste of his thick, dark meat. Something in me is burning, and I need to keep it so. Chasing that itch deep in my new sex organ, my body starts convulsing around them in ecstasy, shaking as waves of pleasure I have never known before rip through me again, like what happened last night.
“Goddamn!” Tony slows down a bit to watch my pathetic orgasm.
My useless dick starts spraying its load, hosing it across my face, chest, and stomach. Jake’s fucking motion push the load mechanically out of me, my cock spurting with each push of him inside, his giant tool rewiring the nerves in my new pussy. It takes me a minute to realize I’m yelling, with Tony’s cock still stuffing my mouth, as the electricity causes me to vibrate in place, smacking against my fuckers and the couch, my body freaking out.
Jake grabs my dick, his meaty paw easily engulfing it, and squeezes hard, like he’s locking it in place. This causes the pleasure swimming in me, especially my dick, to surge like never before, the over stimulation to my sensitive head driving me nuts. I yell harder, fighting against his hold as the pleasure threatens to genuinely stop my heart.
“That’s a good bitch. Squeeze me with your pussy, come on,” Jake says through clenched teeth, his eyes staring at me as his solid frame never budges against my wild thrashing.
He knows what he’s doing. He’s a top stud fucker, and I’m just a bitch getting educated on my own needs. He holds my dick still, causing me to squeeze him harder, my anal ring practically fused to his shaft as it tears through me with renewed vigor.
They both cum again, mixing their loads inside me as they abuse my holes without mercy. For a moment, I’m thankful I’m not a woman, or else I’d been pregnant, inseminated by one of these two hunks. Jake finally let’s go of me, much to my relief as I flop onto the couch like a puppet with its strings cut. They collapse next to me, Jake on my left, Tony on my right, their sweaty, powerful bodies pressed against me, their cocks soft but still heavy, resting against both my ends, like comforting cushions.
I drift off, my body spent, my mind shattered, the sex high still buzzing through me like a drug. I’m theirs, their cumdump, their breeding bitch, and as I lie there between my new tops, their heat surrounding me, I can’t fight the sick truth. My body craves their cocks, their cum, their dominance, even if my mind refuses to accept it. It’s why I came here against all reason, it’s why I didn’t fight back. My eyes slowly close, my hole still twitching, alive with new sensations, their cum dripping from both my ends, my leaking hole and my drooling mouth.
“What a waste…” I think to myself before drifting to sleep.
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[Jake’s PoV]
I look to my side at Roy’s blissfully sleeping body, his chest heaving dutifully like he’s breathing for the first time. He did get quite the work out, and we didn’t even reach his second ring yet. But even so, he’s not unlike any bitch I’ve turned before. You see them all the time at the gym and even out in the open, working their bodies, especially their asses, and for who? It’s for proper men to take control of them, show them how to put these muscles to good use.
Roy is no different. His whole body was as smooth as silk, and his ass was made of white marble, not a hair in sight. His hole was also very well taken care of, the pink small rosebud now properly loosened, but not gaped. Not that it would have mattered if he was hairy. A bitch’s a bitch, regardless of how she looks like. It was tough waiting for him to follow us to the Big Bull, but he did, and now he’s here in his proper place, happy in ways he never imagined. God, even for a newly broken in slut, Roy had very tight insides. His anal walls knew how to massage my dick just right, and I found myself enjoying the first fuck, even though it’s usually annoying due to how dumb these bottoms get.
I motion to Tony to get me a beer, and he happily obliges, glad to take part whenever I turn a new guy into a cock craving slut. Once he disappears into the kitchen, I grab a handful of Roy’s ass, who’s still sleeping peacefully, and play with it, imagining all the future fun that awaits us. He looks so good when he’s painted with cum like that, and it could only get better form here.
Author’s Note: Hello all! I’m planning to turn this into a wild sex ride, updating it every now and then with whatever comes to mind. I would love to hear your ideas for stuff you’d like to see in this setting, and might even rework the first two chapters to fit it.
Ch. 2 felt a bit of a repetition of ch. 1, but I felt it was necessary to get Roy’s awakening just right, plus having a more intimate fuck session.
Thanks for reading,
Luke
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