Note: This story is pure fiction. The characters depicted do not exist and are all of legal age. Every event is a product of imagination.
Chapter 1
Alec was sweating, his brow beaded as he gripped the controller. Tom’s basement was the usual hangout: neon lights, a beat-up couch, scattered beer bottles, and the hum of the PS5 filling the air. Alec, a 22-year-old hulk, six-foot-three of chiseled muscle, had short, tousled brown hair framing a square jaw and green eyes. His tanned skin glistened, biceps flexing with every move. Tom, 23, just as jacked, with close-cropped black hair and dark, predatory eyes, had a chiseled jaw and a tattoo peeking from his shirt collar.
They’d been there for hours, as always, trading insults and laughs while slaughtering each other at FIFA. But tonight, something was off. Tom was quieter, his eyes lingering on Alec too long. Alec noticed but brushed it off, focusing on the screen. “Fuck, Tom, you’re playing like a pussy tonight,” he teased, elbowing him.
Tom set down the controller, his smile widening like a wolf’s. “You know, Alec,” he said, his voice low, almost a hiss, “I think you’re the one about to be the pussy.”
Alec laughed, thinking it was a joke. “What the fuck are you talking about?” But in a flash, Tom was on him, his iron hands pinning Alec’s shoulders to the couch. Alec fought back, pushing with all his muscle. “Tom, get the fuck off!” he roared, struggling. But Tom was a rock, his weight crushing Alec.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Alec yelled, heart pounding. Tom didn’t answer. He leaned in and kissed him hard, lips crushing, tongue invading without permission. Alec froze, shocked, then thrashed, turning his head and spitting. “No, fuck, stop! I’m not a fag!” He kicked, but Tom pinned his legs, laughing.
“Relax, stud,” Tom said, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. “I know you want it. All you straight guys do, in the end.” He grabbed Alec’s belt, yanking it hard. Alec writhed, panic surging. “Tom, no, fuck! I fuck girls, I don’t want this!” But Tom was relentless, pulling down Alec’s jeans, leaving him in boxers. Alec felt naked, vulnerable, his body shaking with rage and fear.
“I’m not a slut!” Alec shouted, swinging at him. Tom dodged, laughing, and twisted Alec’s arm behind his back, making him scream. “Stop acting tough,” Tom growled in his ear. “You’ve got an ass made for taking dick, Alec. I can feel it already.”
Alec shook his head, face red. “Fuck you! I don’t have a pussy, asshole! I fuck, I don’t get fucked!” But Tom flipped him with brutal force, smashing his face into the couch. Alec kicked, but Tom was too strong. He felt his boxers rip, cold air hitting his skin. “No, Tom, please, fuck, no!” he yelled, voice breaking.
Tom laughed, a cruel sound. “Oh, Alec, I love it when you fight. Makes it sweeter.” Alec heard a belt unbuckle, then Tom’s weight behind him. “Don’t do it, fuck!” Alec screamed, but Tom held him firm, hands gripping his hips like vices. “Please, Tom, I’m straight, I don’t want this!”
“Don’t want it?” Tom said, syrupy but sharp. “Your ass says otherwise, stud. It’s built for this.” Without warning, Tom thrust into him, a searing pain that made Alec scream. He kicked, hands clawing the couch, but Tom didn’t stop. Each thrust was brutal. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Tom groaned, moving. “Like a virgin, Alec. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
Alec sobbed. “I’m not a fag! I fuck girls, damn it! Stop!” But Tom leaned in, hot breath on his ear. “Oh, you are. Feel how good you take it? You were born for this, Alec. Your ass is a perfect pussy.” The words hit like punches, confusing him. Alec shook his head, tears burning. “No… it’s not true…”
Tom laughed, slowing. “Fight all you want, stud. Your body doesn’t lie. You love it.” He thrust harder, each move asserting control. Alec tried to deny it, but the pain mixed with a strange, alien sensation that terrified him. “Tell me you love it,” Tom ordered, yanking his hair.
“Fuck you!” Alec spat, voice trembling. But another thrust made him moan, a sound that betrayed him, making Tom laugh. “Oh, yeah, you are,” he said, biting Alec’s neck. “You’re my little slut now, Alec. And I’m just getting started.”
The hours that followed were hell. Alec kept fighting, screaming, but his body was exhausted, his mind a mess. Tom didn’t stop, whispering venomous words. “Feel how you’re made for me? Your ass wants me, Alec. Stop pretending.” Each phrase was a blow, bending him.
When Tom finally pulled out, leaving Alec to collapse on the couch, he was broken. His body ached, his pride shattered. Tom stood, zipped up, and slapped Alec’s ass like a trophy. “See you tomorrow, stud,” he said with a smirk. “You’re mine now.”
Alec stayed there, naked, trembling, breath ragged. Tom’s words echoed, mixing with his rage and confusion. I’m not a fag. I don’t have a pussy. I’m straight. But a small, terrified part of him wondered if it was still true. What the fuck have I become?
Chapter 2
Alec hadn’t slept. Lying in bed, body aching, he stared at the ceiling as the previous night haunted him. Tom had fucked him like a girl, humiliating him, breaking him. Every thrust, every cruel word echoed. “You’re made for taking dick,” Tom had said. Those words made him shudder with disgust and fear. Alec was straight, damn it. He fucked girls, not got fucked. But now everything felt confused.
Facing Tom terrified him, but he couldn’t let it slide. If Tom told their gym buddies, Alec was done. They’d mock him, or worse, want a piece of him. No, he couldn’t let that happen. He had to convince Tom to stop and keep quiet. But Tom was a bastard, a manipulator who loved breaking people. How could he sway him?
Alec got up, body stiff, and looked in the mirror. His ripped muscles, his cocky face, now seemed useless. He felt vulnerable, betrayed by his own body. He dressed in a tight tee and jeans, trying to muster confidence. He had to face Tom today, before it was too late. If he failed, he’d offer a disgusting compromise: blowjobs. Just blowjobs, in exchange for Tom’s promise not to fuck him again. The idea sickened him, but it was better than being pinned like a slut.
It was noon when Alec reached Tom’s house. He rang the bell, hands shaking. Tom opened the door, smirk plastered on, black hair damp from a shower. He wore a tank top showing off his biceps and shorts. “Hey, stud,” he said, leaning against the frame. “Back so soon? Craving more?”
Alec clenched his fists, face red with rage and shame. “We need to talk, Tom. Inside. Now.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, amused, but stepped aside. “After you, princess.”
Alec ignored the jab and entered, heart pounding. The house was quiet, Tom’s parents at work. They stopped in the living room, and Alec turned to him, trying to keep his voice steady. “What happened yesterday… it’s never happening again, Tom. I’m straight, fuck. You know that. I’m not one of your sluts.”
Tom crossed his arms, smile unwavering. “Straight, huh? Your ass was singing a different tune last night, Alec. I popped your cherry good, and you loved it.”
Alec shook his head, disgust rising. “I didn’t love it, asshole! You forced me! I fuck girls, I don’t do that shit! You fucked with my head, but it stops here.” He stepped forward, trying to look threatening. “And you don’t tell anyone, Tom. If you do, I swear I’ll fuck you up.”
Tom laughed, a low, cruel sound. “Oh, stud, you’re cute when you play tough. But you know what? I don’t have to say shit. I can see it in your eyes—you’re thinking about it. Your ass is mine, Alec, whether you like it or not.” He stepped closer, dark eyes piercing. “And you know why? Because you’re built for this. I feel it every time I touch you.”
Alec backed up, panic gripping his chest. “Fuck you, Tom! I’m not a fag! I don’t have a pussy, damn it!” But his voice shook, and Tom noticed.
“A man, huh?” Tom said, closing in until Alec was trapped against the wall. “Men don’t moan like you did last night, Alec. Men don’t get their asses wet when I fuck them.” He reached out, brushing Alec’s chest, and Alec shoved him back hard.
“Don’t touch me, fuck!” he yelled, breath short. “I’m telling you, I don’t want this! Stop, Tom, or I swear—”
“What’ll you do?” Tom cut in, tone hard. “Hit me? Cry to your buddies? And tell them what? That I fucked you and you didn’t stop me?” He leaned in, hot breath on Alec’s ear. “You can’t stop me, stud. And you know it.”
Alec shoved again, heart exploding. “I’m not your toy, Tom! You can’t force me to do this shit!” But Tom grabbed his wrists, pinning him to the wall.
“Forcing you?” Tom said, smirk returning. “I’m not forcing you, Alec. Your body wants it. Bet if I touch you now, you’re already ready for me.” His hand slid toward Alec’s belt, and Alec thrashed, panic choking him.
“No! Enough!” he screamed, breaking free. “Listen, Tom. If you really want… I’ll give you a blowjob, okay? But no more fucking. Never. And you don’t tell anyone.”
Tom stared, smile widening. “A blowjob, huh? Cute, Alec. Real cute.” He stepped forward, and Alec tensed. “But you don’t set the rules. I take what I want. And I want that tight ass of yours, over and over.” He paused, eyeing him like prey. “But maybe I’ll take your offer… for now. Get on your knees.”
Alec shook his head, stomach twisting. “No, Tom. I said I’d do it only if you stop fucking me. Promise.”
Tom laughed, closing in. “Promise? I don’t promise shit, stud. But if you don’t kneel now, maybe I’ll call a couple buddies and tell them how good you were last night. Wanna risk it?”
Alec felt the world collapse. His legs shook, his mind a storm of fear and rage. He didn’t want to. He couldn’t. But the thought of Tom talking, humiliating him in front of everyone, was unbearable. Slowly, heart breaking, he sank to his knees. “You’re a bastard,” he whispered, voice cracked.
Tom stroked his hair, a gesture dripping with dominance. “Good boy, Alec. Knew you’d get it. Now open that mouth and show me how good you suck. But don’t kid yourself: your ass is still mine.”
Chapter 3
The living room was silent except for the wet, muffled sounds filling the air. Alec knelt, face twisted in disgust, lips wrapped around Tom’s thick, throbbing cock. His jaw ached, mouth flooded with a salty taste that made him gag. Tom stood, legs spread, one hand on Alec’s head, guiding him slowly. Tom’s cock, long and veiny, glistened with spit under the dim light. Alec kept his eyes shut, trying to block out Tom’s smirk.
“Fuck, Alec, you’re a pro,” Tom murmured, voice thick with mockery. “Born to suck dick. Sure you’re straight?” His fingers tightened in Alec’s hair, forcing him deeper. Alec gagged, fists clenched, body trembling with rage and humiliation. He wanted to spit, to scream, but fear kept him rooted. If he didn’t do what Tom wanted, his secret would be exposed.
With his free hand, Tom grabbed his phone, thumbs flying across the screen while Alec, too focused on not choking, noticed nothing. Tom sent a message to Luca and Mattia, two gym bruisers. The text was brutal: Guys, get to my place now. Got a fag pretending to be straight but dying to suck cock and take it up the ass. We’ll fuck him and make him blow us all night, humiliate him good. Then we trap him: either he comes to us whenever we want and gets fucked, or everyone knows he’s a slut. Hurry, I’m keeping him busy with my dick.
He sent it with a smirk, pocketing the phone. “Slow down, stud,” he said to Alec, easing his grip. “Make it last. Don’t want to blow too soon.” His voice hid a cruelty Alec felt in his bones.
Alec pulled back for a moment, gasping, spit dripping down his chin. “Tom, fuck, I told you I’d do this only if you stop fucking me,” he slurred, voice hoarse. “I’m not a fag. I… I fuck girls, I don’t want this shit.” His eyes begged Tom for mercy.
Tom chuckled, stroking his cheek. “Oh, Alec, stop lying to yourself. Look how hard you’re working. Bet you’re loving it.” He pinched Alec’s chin, forcing his gaze up. “Back to work, come on.”
Alec shook his head, stomach churning. “I don’t like it, asshole. I’m straight. I don’t have a pussy, damn it!” But his words sounded weak, and Tom knew it. With a groan, Alec leaned back in, lips closing around Tom’s cock again, desperate to finish.
Then, the front door slammed open, followed by male voices and raucous laughter. Alec froze, heart racing. He tried to pull back, but Tom held his head firm. “Chill, stud,” Tom said, amused. “Just a couple friends. Keep going.”
Alec’s eyes widened, panic choking him. “No… Tom, fuck, no!” he mumbled, but Tom pushed him down hard. Heavy footsteps approached, and Luca and Mattia walked in. Luca, a giant with buzzed hair, and Mattia, leaner but with arms like steel, stopped to stare, eyes gleaming with cruel lust.
“Fuck, Tom, what a show,” Luca said, laughing. “The straight fag on his knees. Look at him suck.”
Alec tried to stand, face burning, but Tom held him down. “Don’t be shy, Alec,” Tom said to his friends. “He says he’s straight, but check out how he goes at it. And his ass? A perfect pussy.” He turned to Alec. “Right, stud? We’re all having fun tonight.”
“No!” Alec screamed, thrashing, but Tom slapped him, silencing him. Luca and Mattia laughed, stepping closer. Alec felt the world crumble. It wasn’t just Tom now. He was trapped.
“First a blowjob,” Mattia said, unbuckling his belt. “Then I’m tearing that ass up.” Alec shook his head, tears streaming. “No… please… I’m not a fag…” But his words drowned in their laughter. Luca grabbed his arms, while Mattia yanked down his jeans. Tom sat back, cock hard, watching with satisfaction.
“Shut up, Alec,” Tom said, voice cold. “Tonight, you’re our slut. And if you don’t play nice, tomorrow everyone knows you love sucking dick and taking it up the ass.” He leaned in, hot breath on Alec’s ear. “Be good, and maybe we keep it quiet.”
Alec screamed, trying to break free, but Luca held him tight, while Mattia stood in front, cock out. “Open your mouth, fag,” he growled. Alec shook his head, but another slap from Tom broke him. With a choked sob, he opened his mouth, and Mattia thrust in. After a few minutes, Luca took his place, forcing Alec to suck him too. Alec had no strength left, mind fogged.
Then, the worst. Luca shoved him face-down on the couch, while Mattia spread his legs. “No… please…” Alec sobbed, but Tom leaned in, voice icy. “Quiet, Alec. Take it, or tomorrow you’re the talk of the town.” Mattia entered him without warning, a sharp pain that made Alec scream, while Luca held his head down. Then they switched, and Luca took him, each thrust a humiliation.
Tom watched, stroking himself slowly. “See, Alec? You’re made for this. From now on, when we call, you come. Blowjobs, ass, whatever we want. Or everyone knows you’re our whore.” He whispered: “Bet you’ll love it soon.”
Alec couldn’t answer. His body was a wreck, his mind shattered. As Luca and Mattia kept going, laughing and insulting him, he wondered if he’d ever escape this cage.
Chapter 4
the third. Every protest had been drowned out by their laughter. Now, the three bastards were taking a break, sprawled out like kings with beers in hand, smug grins plastered across their faces.
Alec, breath ragged, pulled himself up, muscles screaming. He felt filthy, broken. But a spark of desperation pushed him to speak, voice weak but clinging to a shred of hope. “Guys… you had your fun, right? Can I… can I go now, please?” His green eyes, clouded with unshed tears, searched theirs, begging for a reprieve.
Tom, lounging on the couch with arms behind his head, burst into a cruel laugh. “Go? Fuck, Alec, you’re not ditching your men so soon, are you?” He stood, his half-hard cock bulging in his shorts. “We’ve got all night to train that mouth and your new pussy. By morning, you’ll be a pro.” He leaned in, smirk widening. “We’re starting again soon, stud. You’ve got a lot more cum to take, in your ass and down your throat.”
Alec shook his head, panic clawing at his chest. “No… Tom, fuck, please… I can’t take more…” His words faded under Tom’s icy stare, a look that crushed any resistance.
Luca, slouched in a chair, rubbed his cock through his jeans. “What the fuck are you whining about, fag? Think you can bail after getting us off like that? Your ass is ours now.” Mattia, beside him, nodded, gripping his slick dick. “Damn right. Unless you want us spilling how much you love sucking cock, huh?”
Alec felt ice in his veins. Their threat, always the same, kept him caged. If they talked, his life was over. Gym, friends, reputation—gone. He swallowed, hands shaking. “Please… don’t tell anyone… I’ll do… I’ll do what you want, just let me go…”
Tom stepped closer, crouching in front of him. “Oh, Alec, that’s not how it works. You do what we want, period. And tonight, we want that tight ass and that slut mouth.” He slapped Alec’s face, not hard, but enough to make him flinch. “Now go clean up. You gotta be fresh for our cocks, right, boys?”
Luca chuckled, yanking his dick. “Fuck yeah, fag. Scrub that ass clean for me.” Mattia nodded, stroking himself. “Move it, little bitch.”
Alec stared, shame choking him. He didn’t want to obey, but their eyes pinned him, and the fear of what they’d do—or say—was stronger than anything. Slowly, legs wobbling, he stood, stumbling toward the downstairs bathroom. Each step was a humiliation, their laughter trailing him like a shadow.
In the bathroom, he shut the door and leaned against the sink, breath short. He looked in the mirror and barely recognized himself. Brown hair plastered to his forehead, green eyes dull, face etched with exhaustion and despair. He turned on the faucet, cold water splashing his face, but it couldn’t wash away what had happened. He cleaned himself as ordered, body on autopilot while his mind screamed. I’m not this. I’m not a slut. I’m straight. But Tom, Luca, and Mattia’s words had burrowed into him, poisoning his thoughts.
He returned to the living room, skin damp, heart heavy as lead. The three were ready, cocks hard, empty beer cans littering the table. Tom stood, smirk unwavering. “Good boy, stud. All clean and ready. Come here, we’re starting again.”
Chapter 5
Tom grabbed Alec’s arm and yanked him toward the couch, his muscle leaving no room for escape. Alec stumbled, panic strangling him. Tom sat, legs spread, his thick cock jutting from his lowered shorts. With a predatory grin, he pulled Alec onto his lap, making him straddle him.
Alec knew instantly, terror flooding him. “No… Tom, fuck, no…” he stammered, face pale. He understood what Tom wanted: to impale him, right there, like a whore. He tried to wrench free, hands pushing against Tom’s chest, but Tom held him tight, fingers digging into his hips.
“Shut it, stud,” Tom growled, voice thick with amusement. “You’re gonna sit, line up with my cock, and impale yourself. Then I’ll fuck you good, and while I’m fucking you, those two…” He nodded at Luca and Mattia, who were standing, cocks in hand, “will get up on the couch. You’ll suck them, one after the other, then start over. Got it?” He leaned in, hot breath on Alec’s ear. “You’ll be our perfect little slut tonight.”
Luca roared with laughter. “Fuck, Tom, this is art. Big-shot Alec on your lap, getting fucked with a dick in his mouth. No one would believe it!” Mattia nodded. “A jock like him, turned cocksucker. Look at his face, he’s fucking wrecked!”
Alec’s face burned, humiliation searing him. “No… please… I’m not a slut…” His voice cracked, tears welling. “I’m straight, damn it! I fuck girls, I don’t do this shit!” But his protests only fueled their laughter, louder and crueler.
“Straight, huh?” Tom said, yanking him down, his cock pressing against Alec’s ass. “Girls don’t moan like you, Alec. Quit talking and sit.” With brutal force, he guided Alec down, the head of his cock forcing entry. Alec screamed, pain ripping through him, but Tom gave no mercy, pushing him until he was fully impaled. “Fuck, you’re still tight,” Tom groaned, starting to move.
Alec sobbed, hands clawing Tom’s thighs. “Stop… Tom, please…” But Tom ignored him, hands on his hips, guiding him up and down. “Suck, now,” he ordered, pointing to Luca and Mattia, standing on the couch.
Luca grabbed Alec’s hair, jerking his head toward his cock. “Open your mouth, fag,” he snarled. Alec shook his head, tears streaming. “No… I don’t want…” But another sharp slap from Tom broke him. With a choked sob, he opened his mouth, and Luca thrust in. After a few minutes, Luca pulled back, and Mattia took his place, his cock filling Alec’s throat.
The three laughed, insults mixing with moans. “Look at this whore,” Mattia said, thrusting deeper. “Cock in his ass, cock in his mouth.” Luca nodded, jerking off. “Wonder what your gym buddies would say seeing you like this.”
Alec couldn’t respond. The pain, the humiliation, their cocks’ taste were destroying him. Every thrust from Tom reminded him what he’d become, every laugh carved a hole in his soul. He, the jock, was used like a toy, treated like a slut.
Tom sped up, hands gripping Alec’s hips. “Fuck, Alec, you’re made for this,” he panted. “Your pussy’s perfect, and that mouth… keep it up, and maybe we’ll keep you just for us.” He laughed, a sound that chilled Alec. “Or maybe not. Maybe we’ll pass you around, what do you think?”
Chapter 6
Alec couldn’t believe it, his traitorous body moving on Tom’s cock, each thrust a humiliation. He, a ripped jock, an athlete, was reduced to this: on a man’s lap, fucked like a whore. His arms, wrapped around Tom’s neck as ordered, trembled, face pressed against his shoulder, tears soaking his skin. Luca and Mattia, on the couch, took turns in his mouth, laughing at his downfall.
Tom’s words had frozen him: “Your pussy’s perfect, and that mouth… keep it up, and maybe we’ll keep you just for us.” Then, with a laugh, he’d added: “Or maybe not. Maybe we’ll pass you around, what do you think?”
No. No. It couldn’t happen. The circle of those who knew couldn’t grow. If others found out, his life was over. Panic overwhelmed him, and with a desperate move, Alec pulled back, Luca’s cock slipping from his mouth with a wet pop. “No, please!” he screamed, voice broken. “I’m begging you, don’t tell anyone! Don’t pass me to anyone, my reputation… please!” His eyes darted between Tom, Luca, and Mattia, pleading. “Don’t make me fuck others, I beg you!”
Tom, still inside him, slowed, a smug smile curling his lips. He turned to Luca and Mattia, tone mock-thoughtful. “Boys, what do we do? I’d love to let a few buddies fuck him. Like Marco or Davide. But if we decide otherwise, I’m cool with it.”
Alec, still on Tom’s lap, turned to him, body shaking. “No, Tom, please, don’t do it,” he begged. Without thinking, he gripped Tom’s shoulders, squeezing as if he could convince him through sheer desperation. “Don’t tell anyone, I’m begging you…”
Tom laughed, relishing the sight of the alpha jock reduced to a pleading wreck. “Dunno, Alec,” he said, mocking. “It’d be fun to keep you just for us, right? What do you think, boys?” He looked at Luca and Mattia, who grinned. Luca shrugged. “I say he’s too hot not to share. But maybe we keep him for now.” Mattia nodded. “Yeah, if he behaves.”
Alec felt a flicker of hope, fragile as a thread. He pressed harder on Tom’s shoulders, mind screaming. They can’t tell anyone. But Tom, thrilled to see the jock broken, pushed the humiliation further. He leaned in, hot breath on Alec’s ear. “Here’s the deal, Alec. While I talk to them, keep moving on my cock. And throw your arms around my neck, hug me. So I can look at Luca and Mattia and discuss your future. Do it.”
Alec shook his head, stomach churning. “No… Tom, fuck, no…” But Tom’s glare hardened, the unspoken threat hitting like a fist. With a choked sob, Alec started moving, each motion agony, Tom’s cock filling him. His trembling hands rose, hesitating, before settling on Tom’s neck. He hugged him, face buried in his shoulder, tears soaking his skin. It was total surrender, an athlete broken.
Tom laughed, triumphant. “Fuck, look at this,” he said to Luca and Mattia. “Moving on his own, hugging me… he’s my little bitch now. So, keep him for us or let him get passed around?” His hands slid to Alec’s hips, guiding him faster.
Chapter 7
Alec was stunned, his body betraying him as he rode Tom’s cock, each thrust a soul-crushing humiliation. He, a muscular athlete, was reduced to this: on a man’s lap, fucked like a slut. His arms, wrapped around Tom’s neck, shook, face pressed against his shoulder, tears wetting his skin. Luca and Mattia took turns in his mouth, their laughter echoing his ruin.
Tom’s words had chilled him: “Your pussy’s perfect, and that mouth… keep it up, and maybe we’ll keep you just for us.” Then, laughing, he’d added: “Or maybe not. Maybe we’ll pass you around, what do you think?”
No. It couldn’t happen. If more people knew, his life was done. Panic surged, and Alec yanked back, Luca’s cock slipping out with a wet sound. “No, please!” he screamed, voice shattered. “I’m begging, don’t tell anyone! Don’t pass me to anyone, my reputation… please!” His eyes flicked between Tom, Luca, and Mattia, desperate. “Don’t make me fuck others, I’m begging!”
Tom, still buried in him, slowed, a smug grin spreading. He turned to Luca and Mattia, tone fake-pensive. “Guys, what’s the call? I’d love to let some buddies fuck him. Marco, Davide, maybe. But if we go another way, I’m game.”
Alec, trembling on Tom’s lap, faced him. “No, Tom, please, don’t do it,” he pleaded. Instinctively, he gripped Tom’s shoulders, squeezing in desperation. “Don’t tell anyone, I’m begging…”
Tom laughed, savoring the broken alpha. “Dunno, Alec,” he taunted. “Could be nice to keep you just for us, yeah? What do you say, boys?” He glanced at Luca and Mattia, grinning. Luca shrugged. “He’s too fine not to share. But maybe we hold onto him for now.” Mattia nodded. “If he’s good.”
Alec clung to a sliver of hope. He pressed harder on Tom’s shoulders, mind racing. They can’t tell anyone. But Tom, delighted by the jock’s confusion, pushed further. He leaned in, breath hot. “Here’s what you do, Alec. Keep riding my cock while I talk to them. Throw your arms around my neck, hug me tight. So I can see Luca and Mattia and figure out your future. Go.”
Alec shook his head, stomach twisting. “No… Tom, fuck, no…” But Tom’s eyes turned cold, the threat clear. With a broken sob, Alec moved, each thrust agony, Tom’s cock stretching him. His shaking hands rose, hesitating, before wrapping around Tom’s neck. He hugged him, face buried, tears soaking through. It was utter defeat, an athlete crushed.
Tom laughed, victorious. “Fuck, check this out,” he told Luca and Mattia. “Riding me, hugging me… a total bitch. So, keep him or pass him around?” His hands gripped Alec’s hips, forcing him faster.
Tom sped up, hands squeezing Alec’s hips, breath heavy. Then, with a sadistic grin, he leaned in. “Alec, I’m about to blow,” he growled. “Gonna dump another load in your ass. You’ll love having me in you forever, like a brand. Tell me, you happy?”
Alec’s heart stopped. He knew they were testing the deal, forcing him to submit fully. Every fiber screamed to fight, to yell he wasn’t happy, that he was straight, that he hated it. But Tom’s threat—spilling everything, passing him to others—kept him trapped. Tongue burning, Alec lowered his gaze, tears streaking, and whispered, “Yeah, Tom… cum in me and brand me. So I’ll have your load in me.” Each word was torture, a piece of himself dying.
Tom laughed, deep and satisfied. “Good boy, Alec. You’re getting it. Starting to love it, huh?” He smacked Alec’s ass, making Luca and Mattia chuckle. Alec shut his eyes, disgust twisting his gut, but kept moving.
Tom slowed. “Now, before I cum, since you’re our slut, we expect two things.” He paused, letting the silence crush Alec. “First: shave your body, neck down. We like our pussies smooth, got it?”
Alec’s eyes widened, panic rising. Shaving completely? Another humiliation. “Tom… please… can I keep my pubes?” he stammered, trying to bargain.
Tom shook his head, firm. “Nope, Alec. Everything. Cock, pubes, chest, legs—smooth as fuck. You’re our slut, not a hairy dude.” Luca laughed. “Yeah, fag, we want a clean pussy.” Mattia nodded. Alec’s tears welled, but he nodded, head down.
Tom leaned in, grin widening. “Second thing, Alec. No pussy for you for a while. No chasing girls, no fucking. We’ll see later. But with our cocks fucking you, you won’t need to fuck with your dick. We’ll make you cum with your new pussy.” He paused, eyes cruel. “We’ll hit your prostate so hard, you’ll love taking dick up the ass.”
Alec froze. No girls? His world, his identity—hitting on women, being the alpha—was ripped away. “No… Tom, please… I’m straight…” But Tom grabbed his face, forcing eye contact.
“Cut it, Alec,” he snapped. “No ‘I’m straight’ bullshit. You’re our slut. Now ride harder. I want to cum while you look at me and smile.”
Alec obeyed, pain tearing through him, and forced a smile, lips quivering. Tom groaned, hands clamping Alec’s hips, and with a final thrust, exploded inside him, his hot cum filling Alec like a mark, as promised. Luca and Mattia laughed, clapping. “Fuck, what a whore,” Luca said.
Tom, panting, stroked Alec’s face, a cruel gesture. “Good job, Alec. You get it now. Go shave, then come back. We’ve got all night to train you.” He pointed to the bathroom.
Alec, legs buckling, slid off Tom’s lap, mind shattered. As he headed to the bathroom, their words crushed him. No girls. No hair. Just them. Closing the door, one truth burned: he didn’t know if he’d ever escape.
Chapter 8
Alec shut the bathroom door, heart hammering. He leaned against the sink, breath short, body trembling. Tom’s cum dripped from his ass, a hot, humiliating trickle down his thighs, proof of his defeat. He looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the man staring back: brown hair matted, eyes dead, face scarred by shame. He, the ripped jock, the straight stud, was their slut. They’d use him like their pussy, and he had to tiptoe to avoid pissing them off. One wrong move, and they’d spill everything, ruining his life.
Hands shaking, he grabbed the razor and started shaving, as ordered. Neck down, every hair had to go. The blade’s scrape was the only sound, save his pounding heart and their muffled laughs from the next room. Each stroke was a humiliation, another chunk of his manhood stripped. He shaved his chest, legs, pubes—everything. His body, once a badge of strength, was now their plaything. As he shaved, one truth haunted him: he had no choice.
In the next room, Tom, Luca, and Mattia lounged on the couch, beers in hand, smug as hell. Tom, black hair damp with sweat, leaned back. “Boys,” he said, smug, “we’ve got ourselves a golden pussy.”
Luca laughed, nodding. “Fuck yeah. Golden mouth, golden ass, all on a killer body. Even as straight guys, we gotta admit he’s hot as fuck.”
Mattia shrugged, rubbing his cock. “Hot or not, he’s ours. Does whatever we want.”
Tom agreed. “Exactly. But we’re not done. We fuck him more, fuck him up good, and when he’s too dazed to think, we get him to sign these.” He pulled a stack of papers from a drawer, waving them.
Mattia raised a brow. “What the fuck are those?”
Tom laughed, cruel. “A contract. Alec signs over his image rights for us to make, post, and sell gay porn. With that face, that body, he’s a cash cow. We’ll get rich while he gets stuffed with dicks.” He paused. “Once he signs, we can make him film with other guys. Work him hard, tons of cocks fucking the hot straight stud.”
Luca’s eyes widened. “Fuck, Tom, you’re a genius. But won’t he refuse? That’d expose him, the one thing we said we wouldn’t do.”
Tom had it all planned. “We’ll tell him the videos go overseas, no one he knows will see. And check this.” He pointed to a clause. “There’s a fat penalty if he bails. He can’t afford it, and he’ll be screwed. With the internet, someone’ll recognize him anyway. Then we can hype his career: ‘Alec, the straight guy who gets fucked for cash.’”
Mattia laughed, raising his beer. “Holy shit, Tom. We keep him, fuck him, and cash in. Perfect.”
Luca nodded. “And he can’t do shit. He’s ours.”
Tom set the papers down, satisfied. “Back to work. When he’s out of the bathroom, we fuck him till he’s brain-dead. Then he signs.”
Chapter 9
Alec staggered back to the living room, body spent, mind a haze. Tom, Luca, and Mattia had fucked him relentlessly, switching between his ass and mouth, laughing and insulting him. Every muscle ached, his shaved skin red, his pride in tatters. He wasn’t the alpha jock anymore. He was their slut, and exhaustion had left him a hollow shell.
Tom grabbed his arm and pulled him up. “Come here, stud,” he said, voice dripping control. He took Alec’s hand, another humiliation, and led him to a wooden table. Tom pulled out a chair, sat, and yanked Alec onto his lap, impaling him again on his hard cock. Alec groaned, pain tearing through him, too weak to resist. Tom’s cock dug into him, a reminder of his submission.
Alec was drained, head lolling. Tom, exploiting his daze, shoved a pen in his hand and slid a stack of papers in front of him. “Be good, and we’ll let you sleep,” he said, falsely soothing. “Or we fuck you for hours more. What’s it gonna be?”
Alec shook his head, tears welling. “No… please… I’ll be good… no more fucking, please…” His voice was a broken whisper, desperation choking him.
“Sure,” Tom said, grin spreading. “Just sign these papers, and you’re free to go. Easy, right?” He pointed to the documents.
Alec, mind fogged, tried to focus. “What… what are they?” he mumbled, instinct urging him to ask. But Tom, still inside him, squeezed his hips, shifting to distract him. “Chill, Alec. It’s just the deal we made. You’re ours, you do what we want. No biggie. Sign.”
Alec, too dazed, had no strength to fight. Tom’s cock, the threat, the exhaustion—it all forced him to give in. Hand trembling, he took the pen and signed where Tom pointed, scrawling his name without reading. Each signature was a nail in his coffin, but he didn’t know it.
Done, Tom smacked his ass and lifted him off. “Good boy, Alec. You can go,” he said, satisfied. “See you soon.”
Alec, wobbling, grabbed his torn clothes and stumbled out, mind blank. He didn’t recall getting home. He collapsed on his bed and slept for hours, body and soul crushed.
Two days later, Alec had recovered, somewhat. The physical pain had eased, but the humiliation burned. He hoped, naively, that the nightmare was over, or at least less brutal. But that hope shattered when his phone rang. It was Tom.
“Alec, get to my place. Now,” he said, voice cold and commanding. Alec’s heart sank. He assumed they wanted to fuck him again. Legs heavy, he dressed and went, fear twisting his gut.
When he arrived, Tom, Luca, and Mattia waited in the living room, sitting like they owned the world. Tom pointed to a chair. “Sit, Alec. We’ve got a surprise.”
Alec, confused, obeyed, body tense. “What… what do you want?” he asked, voice shaky.
Tom grinned, a smile that froze Alec’s blood. “We got you a job, stud. Porn star. In gay videos.” He grabbed a tablet and showed the papers Alec had signed. “You gave us your image rights. This contract lets us make and sell videos with you. You’re perfect for the role of the straight slut who gets fucked.”
Alec’s eyes widened, panic surging. “No… I didn’t sign for that…” He stammered, heart pounding. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”
Luca laughed. “Relax, fag. The videos go overseas. No one you know will see. And there’s a big penalty if you refuse.”
Mattia leaned in, smirk cruel. “With that body and face, you’ll make bank. Well, we will. You’ll just take dicks.”
Alec shook his head, hands trembling. “No… please… don’t do this…” But Tom cut him off. “Shut it, Alec. You signed. You’re ours. If you don’t play ball, the videos go online here, where everyone’ll know you.”
Alec felt himself crumble. No escape. “What… what do I have to do?” he whispered, voice broken.
Tom grinned, triumphant. “Get ready. We start shooting tomorrow. Smile, Alec. You’re a star.”
Chapter 10
Alec felt like a condemned man entering the makeshift studio in an abandoned warehouse on the city’s edge. The air stank of old paint and sweat, neon lights glaring on a crude set: a ping-pong table, cameras on tripods, a mattress with a black sheet in the corner. Alec wore a tight tee and gym shorts, as ordered, his chiseled, shaved body a weapon he no longer controlled. He’d become their pussy, their cash machine, and the first set was the most humiliating yet.
Tom had laid it out the night before, smirking. “You’ll play a fake ping-pong match with two Black athletes. You lose, talk shit, act like a straight asshole. Then they grab you and fuck you. Hard.” He’d tossed Alec a tube of lube. “Use it, Alec. A lot. And get it inside. Those guys have big, thick dicks, and they know how to use them.” Luca and Mattia had laughed as Alec, shaking, took the lube, face burning. He wasn’t a man anymore.
Entering the studio, reality hit like a fist. The two athletes were there, mountains of muscle with broad shoulders, ripped arms, and thighs like tree trunks. One, with dark, glossy skin and a bicep tattoo, eyed Alec with a grin that spelled trouble. The other, dreads tied back, warmed his hands like a boxer before a fight. Both wore tight boxers, leaving nothing to the imagination. Alec’s blood ran cold. Their cocks, even soft, were monstrous. He knew they’d tear him apart, fuck him like no one ever had.
Tom, on a folding chair by the cameras, clapped. “Let’s go, Alec, don’t be shy. You know the script. Act like a prick, lose, then they have fun. Smile for the camera, got it?” Luca and Mattia, behind him, snickered, phones ready to record for their own kicks.
Alec swallowed, legs shaking. He’d spent the morning preparing, using lube until he felt degraded alone. But facing these giants, he felt small. “I… I can’t…” he whispered, but Tom cut him off. “You can, Alec. Or want these videos online where everyone sees? Move.”
Heart in his throat, Alec approached the table, racquet in hand. The athletes, introduced as Denzel and Malik, watched him like wolves. “Ready to lose, pretty boy?” Denzel said, voice deep. Malik chuckled, bouncing the ball. “Bet you’re better at taking dick than playing.”
Alec gripped the racquet, face red. He had to play the part. “Fuck you,” he growled. “I’ll kick your asses at ping-pong, you filthy fucks.” The words burned, not because he meant them, but because he knew what came next. The script: trash-talk, lose, then…
The game was a slaughter. Denzel and Malik were fast, precise, and Alec, mind clouded by fear, had no chance. Each point lost, their grins grew hungrier. “Fuck, you suck,” Malik said, scoring again. “Talk big, but play like a bitch.”
Alec, per the script, slammed the racquet down. “Fuck you, you’re cheating scum!” His voice shook. The game ended fast, Alec humiliated.
Denzel tossed his racquet and circled the table. “Got a smart mouth for talking shit, fag,” he said, menacing. Malik grabbed Alec’s arm. “You lost, now you pay.”
Alec tried to pull free. “No… please…” But it was the script, and Tom nodded, pleased. Denzel and Malik dragged him to the mattress, ripping off his tee and shorts. Alec, naked and trembling, hit his knees, their massive cocks in his face.
“Suck,” Denzel ordered, shoving his head. Alec, tears streaming, obeyed, mouth stretching painfully. Malik laughed, stroking himself. “Fuck, he’s a real slut.”
After a bit, they threw him face-down on the mattress. Denzel got behind, cock pressing. “Relax, fag, or I’ll hurt you,” he growled. Alec screamed as Denzel entered, pain ripping him apart. Malik held his head, forcing him to suck. Then they swapped, Malik’s thicker cock stretching Alec beyond belief.
Tom, Luca, and Mattia watched, laughing. “Perfect, Alec!” Tom shouted. “Smile, you’re a star!” Alec, through tears, forced a smile, body surrendering as his mind collapsed.
Chapter 11
Alec was in disbelief, body shaking, breath broken as Denzel and Malik’s monstrous cocks tore him open. Each thrust felt like a sledgehammer, a burning agony. On his back in missionary, with Malik fucking him brutally, Alec begged. “Please… take it out… I can’t…” His words vanished in Tom, Luca, and Mattia’s laughter and Malik’s grunts, ignoring him.
Malik, sweat dripping, locked eyes with him. “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on,” he commanded, voice deep. Alec, dazed, obeyed, hands trembling as they gripped Malik’s neck. He didn’t know what was coming.
Fluidly, Malik knelt, pulling Alec up. Then, hands under Alec’s thighs, near his ass, he stood, cock still buried inside. Alec’s eyes bulged, panic surging. He was suspended, his jacked body hanging from Malik’s neck and the massive cock impaling him. His legs dangled, muscles useless, as Malik’s cock stretched him. He felt Malik’s balls slap his ass, each hit a humiliation that made him groan in pain and shame.
Denzel, nearby, laughed hard. “Fuck, look at that hole! Wide open, red and swollen, hugging Malik’s cock. Looks like a mouth with lips!” He pointed at Alec’s ass, lube and sweat glistening, as Tom zoomed in.
Alec, fucked in that impossible position, despaired. “No… please…” he sobbed, but no one cared. Tom shouted, “Smile, Alec! You’re a star!” Luca and Mattia laughed, phones recording.
Then, Alec felt heat at his back, Denzel’s chiseled chest pressing against him. He thought it was more taunting, but Denzel leaned in, breath hot. “What if I shove my cock in too, with Malik?” he whispered, cruelly amused.
Alec realized, terror paralyzing him. “No! No, please!” he screamed, trying to climb off, kicking. “Don’t do it… you’ll tear me apart!” But Malik held him, hands like steel, cock still inside, as Denzel positioned himself behind.
Alec felt Denzel’s cockhead press against his wrecked hole, trying to join Malik’s. He screamed, body thrashing. “No! You’ll kill me!” But Denzel didn’t stop, and with a slow, ruthless push, his cockhead forced in. Alec’s mouth gaped, eyes wide, a silent scream stuck in his throat. The pain was unbearable, like being split in two. Denzel’s head was in, beside Malik’s, Alec’s hole stretched to the breaking point.
Malik laughed, moving again, while Denzel pushed slowly. “Fuck, tight even with two,” Denzel grunted. “Relax, fag, or we’ll really hurt you.” Alec couldn’t speak, pain stealing his breath, body hanging between the two giants. His legs dangled, his ass burned, every move pure torment.
Tom, thrilled, zoomed in. “This is gold! Alec, perfect slut! Two cocks in your ass!” Luca and Mattia cheered. “Look at that hole, it’s done!” Mattia said. Luca added, “Bet he’ll never want pussy again.”
Alec, tears streaming, was a wreck. He was their pussy, their slut, and these two were fucking him like no one ever had. As Denzel and Malik kept going, filling him, one truth remained: no escape. He was theirs, forever.
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