Disclaimer: If you don't like or aren't allowed to read man-sex, go away. Otherwise, read and enjoy. Let me know what you'd like to see me do with my big bitch boy in future chapters. Copyrighted by the author.
Part 1:
I was out in front of the house, sitting there reading a book on my Kindle (actually, I was reading my hungryass story that I'd downloaded-I think that's a sign of good writing, that you want to reread it, even when it's yours lol). I had a hurricane (a drink I picked up from a stay in New Orleans, once) and was drinking it casually as I read.
I looked up and saw this big neighbor kid of mine, Alex. Alex is going to university and to save money lives at home with his parents. He seems to be a real loner because I never see him with friends, girls or guys either. I've sometimes wondered if he's gay, in fact, because he seems to look at me a lot. And it's not always above the waist, either.
Now, I say "kid" but I'm sure he doesn't think of himself as a kid. He's 23, 6 ft 6, maybe 250 lbs? A big guy, in fact, but not chubby-he's just fuckin big. He's got an average build and nice dark hair and brown eyes. Yeah, so you can tell I've been looking back at him.
I'm staying up here with a friend for a couple of weeks to get some writing done where nobody knows me and I won't be bothered. Which is good, and it was the plan, but it's also kinda boring at times. And my friend, Wilson, is straight. He's perfectly ok with my being gay and has even read some of my stories. He likes the domination aspect; and I think if I got him drunk enough, he'd do something with me. But I'm not a kid, so I don't need to get people drunk to have sex with me. Hell, guys want to have sex with me. And when I fuck guys, I want them nice and sober so they know everything that happens to them, so they remember it the next day, so that they're squirming around in the bed as they dream about me, so that I'm what they think about as they jack off.
Alex has been out jogging to keep in shape, and he stops to say hi. I ask him if he wants some water since he's covered in sweat. He hesitates a minute, but then says sure, so I tell him to follow me into the house. He downs a glass of water quickly to replenish his fluids and then I give him another glass, of cold water this time,that he drinks more slowly. While he's drinking, I start asking him what he's majoring in at school, what he wants to do when he gets out. I get a little more personal and start asking him why I never see him with friends, and he mumbles something about it being hard to have folks over to drink when you live with your parents.
These questions are not personal enough to cause a straight guy to mumble, so I decide to step up the pressure a little.
"You have a girlfriend, Alex? She hot? She keep you satisfied, Alex?"
Now, I notice Alex is sweating again, and there's a lump in his shorts that wasn't there before. He stammers a bit. I feel sorry for the kid, but I guess I'm in a perverse mood because I decide I'm gonna make him open up with whatever the problem is. I mean, he's a polite kid, always calling me "Mr. Lee" instead of "Jamie," always offering to help me unload groceries and stuff. So, in addition to satisfying my curiosity, if this kid is gay and having trouble admitting it, I can help him.
So, I move in for the kill.
"Do you fuck her, Alex? When you've made out and you're all hard, do you shove your hard cock up her wet pussy, boy? Does she moan like a bitch when you fuck her, Alex?"
He's blushing furiously by now. And the tent in his shorts is very noticeable. I'm actually plumping up myself. I take his empty water glass from the table and pour half my hurricane in it.
"Drink, Alex" I say forcefully. I notice him staring at my bulge when I've gotten up to pour my drink into his glass. He licks his lips and just downs the hurricane in a few swallows. Then he licks his lips again. The whole time he's staring at my crotch.
I let him. The warmth from the alcohol (not enough to get him drunk, just enough maybe to relax him a tad) has to be kicking in now, so I take his chin in my hand and make him look up at me.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you Alex?"
"No, sir."
"You don't fuck anybody, do you, Alex?" He tries to look down, but I won't let him.
"No, sir."
"And in fact, if you were out with someone looking to get laid, it would be a guy, not a girl, wouldn't it, Alex?" There's a long silence. His eyes look at mine, begging me for something. Not to have to answer? Maybe, but fuck that. I squeeze his throat gently under his chin, reminding him who's in charge here. I repeat my question. He closes his eyes and moans. He licks his lips. I lean down and kiss his lips with mine, then lean my mouth close to his ear to whisper.
"Yeah, it would be a guy, Alex. And you wouldn't be the one doing the fucking, would you, boy? You'd be the one lying on the bed, moaning for him to fuck you, wouldn't you? You'd be moaning like a bitch for him to fill your boy cunt with his hard cock, wouldn't you Alex? You'd be twisting on the bed under him, while he had his hard cock fucking in and out of your pussy, wouldn't you, my big bitch? Wouldn't you?" That last question was still a whisper, but much more intense than the rest had been.
Alex sobbed softly, and I brought my mouth back to his, still holding his throat under his chin. This time, when my lips brushed his, he opened his mouth and made a low noise. I took advantage of his invitation and started fucking the kid's mouth with my tongue, rubbing it all around his mouth, then sucking his own tongue out a bit, grabbing it with my teeth, using them to scrape all along that sensitive muscle, making him moan in lust but also knowing I could fucking bite his tongue off if I wanted. He loved it.
I pulled back and told him to open his eyes. He did, a little. I stared at him and said, "That's why you're here, isn't it Alex? You want me to notice you jogging. You want me to want you. You want me to make you my bitch, don't you Alex? You want to be my hot little slut, don't you baby?" He just moaned, but I wasn't letting him get away with that. "Tell me, Alex. Tell me you want to be naked on your knees for me, sucking my cock. Tell me you want to feel my big dick in your boy pussy. Tell me you want to be my bitch, big boy."
He moaned again, and I squeezed his throat a bit harder. "Yessir, I wanna be your bitch. Please make me your bitch, sir. Please let me be your cockslut, sit. Please.
"See, Alex, all you have to do is ask. Now, tell me exactly what you want. You've been looking at it the past half hour, so tell me what you want with it."
He shuddered. "I want... I want your cock, sir. I want to suck your cock, sir. Please, sir."
I undid my belt and unzipped my pants, opening them a bit to reveal my hard cock trapped by the leg of my jeans. Alex licked his lips again and moaned.
"Kneel, Alex. A bitch kneels for his man, he doesn't just sit in a chair." Alex dropped from the chair to his knees. I had been standing this whole time. His head bobbed toward me. "Uh, uh. Alex. Beg for it, bitch boy. If you want my cock, you've gotta make me want you to have it. I have plenty of guys want my cock, Alex. I'm in demand. Why should I give it to you, hmmmm?" While I was saying this I was rubbing my finger against his lips.
"Please, sir, please let me have your cock. Please, Mr. Lee. I've wanted you ever since the first day you came to stay with your friend. You're so hot, muscular, tanned arms and legs, that sexy beard, that big bulge in your pants. The hot stories you write. Oh please, sir! I don't have a lot of experience yet, but you can train me to be whatever you want. Teach me how to suck your cock, sir, just the way you like it, teach me how to be a good bitch for you. Please, Mr. Lee."
See, this is why I don't usually do kids. I want to be served by a man who's old enough and who has enough experience to know what he wants and has had enough practice to be good at giving me what I want. I know you younger guys won't believe this, but that usually means a guy in his 30's. However, Alex was so earnest, and he was a neighbor and a good kid. And if he got a crush on me, well I was only gonna be here another couple of weeks, probably, so he might get his feelings hurt a little, but neither of us would get in deep enough to get really hurt in a couple of weeks. Plus, I didn't get to come out or even understand what the fuck was going on with me sexually until I was older than Alex. It would have been so fucking wonderful to have had an older guy show me the ropes, help me learn who I was when I was in my early twenties. Meh.
"Awright, Alex, you're gonna be my bitch boy. Now, have you ever sucked cock before?" He nodded. "Ok, then take my dick in your mouth, bitch. Keep your hands by your side and focus all your interest, all your concentration on my cock in your mouth, on making it feel good. Suck me, bitch."
And he did. And he must have sucked cock a little bit before, because he was good about not scraping my dick with his teeth. He made a lot of drool, and it was hot to see him pull his mouth all the way off my hard cock, with a thick line of spit connecting his pouty lips and my stiff rod, before he sucked the spit back in on his way back down on my cock. After a couple of minutes, I pushed him off my cock.
"Strip, Alex. A bitch is never clothed in the presence of his master if they're alone together."
He pulled off his shirt, then fumbled with his shorts. He finally stood up to pull them off as well as his jock. His big cock (must've been 8 inches) stood out proud from his belly. I snapped my fingers and pointed down at the floor, and he immediately dropped to his knees again. I rubbed his balls with one of my feet while he swooped back down on my cock again. He couldn't really deepthroat, but every once in a while I'd push in far enough to rub against the back of his throat and feel him gag on my cock as he tried to get more of it in. Hot.
His dick stayed hard the whole time he sucked me, naked, on his knees, in his neighbor's house, sucking my cock and learning to be my bitch. He moaned periodically with my dick in his mouth. One time, he forgot and started stroking his own leaking dick. When I noticed, I pulled out of his mouth, and lightly slapped his cheek with my hand. "Stop it, Alex. Don't touch your cock. This isn't about you. It's about me, and my getting off. You're the bitch. You don't do anything I don't tell you to do. And you do not play with your dick. Your dick is mine, and it gets to be played with or not as I decide, not you. Got it, bitch?"
"Yessir, I'm sorry sir."
I grabbed his head with my hands and forced his mouth back down on my cock, using my bitch's mouth like a fucktoy, moving it back and forth on my cock, keeping it nice and hot and wet as it throbbed with lust for this fuckbitch on his knees in front of me. And he obviously liked it because his dick was pointed up at a 45 degree angle from his belly and leaking goo. Alex had his fists clenched as he tried to keep his hands away from his own throbbing boy dick.
After a few more minutes of this, I pulled my cock out of his mouth, leaving them connected by a strand of boy drool. I stood there looking at it a moment before telling him to get up and go into the rec room. Once we were there, I snapped my fingers, pointing at the couch and said, "On the couch, bitch. On your back." He scrambled on the couch and spread his legs without my telling him, putting one leg up on the back of the couch and the other down on the floor, leaving his pussy nice and open for me. He licked his lips and looked nervous. So, as I grabbed the lube from a drawer in the table by the couch, I asked him, "Alex, is this your first time?"
He blushed, but answered, "Yessir." So I asked him if he was sure he wanted it. "Yessir, please fuck me. I've wanted it so long but never had the nerve to do it. Please fuck me, sir, make me your pussyboy."
Well, if that's what he's here for, right? "Awright, bitch, take the leg on floor and raise it back over your chest." While he did that, I took a couple of pillows from the end of the couch, rolled him back on his shoulders, and shoved the pillows under his ass. "Grab your ankles, Alex. Stay rolled back on your shoulders." I applied a lot of lube to his ass, working a finger in and moving it around, pushing more lube in his cunt every time my finger worked back in. After awhile, his ass muscle was looser, so I stuck another finger in and worked it around some more, always working more lube in his puss.
At first, his dick got a little limp from my playing with his ass, but it didn't take too long before it started to feel really good and his boy dick started getting hard again. By the time I got the second finger in, he was twisting his butt on the couch, goo was leaking out of his dick, and he kept moaning. Finally, I decided it was time.
I put a little lube on my own dick and took a couple of strokes up and down, then picked up a foil packet from the table by the couch and ripped it with my teeth. I unrolled the sheath down my dick and rubbed some more lube on it. Then I pushed back on Alex's thighs with my hands, lining up the head of my cock with his well-lubed hole. I leaned against him, pushing the head of my cock against his pucker. There was a fair amount of resistance, so I got up on my feet, with my cockhead still against his cuntlips. Then, gravity helped me slowly push my way into his pussy. He thrashed a little under my invading cock, but he had asked for it, right? Twenty-three is definitely not too young to learn to be careful what you ask for lol. As gravity and my thighs did their work, more and more of my cock kept sliding into the boy I was turning into my bitch. I'd pause every inch or two to let his cunt muscles get used to my cock. Once the pained look left his face and he started squirming a bit to get used to my rod, I'd push in a little more. Finally, I got all the way in and ground my pubes against his ass. He moaned and sucked in air between his teeth.
"Take it, Alex, take my cock. Be a good bitch for me. You wanted my dick, boy, and now you've got it. Take it, bitchboy, take your man's cock. You're getting your cherry busted wide open, boy. I am the first man up your hole, faggot. I am making you into a pussy. It's gonna hurt some. But before long you're gonna be begging me for my cock. You won't be able to get enough of it. And I won't be the last man to use your hole, bitch. I am gonna make sure you are wide open and ready for the men who get here after me!"
There were tears in his eyes from the pain. But I could tell that my words penetrated his head even as my cock penetrated his body. I had done it, I'd given the big bitchboy what he wanted. I had busted his cherry. My dick was up inside him moving around in small circles, probing as I ground my hips against his ass.
"Feel it fucking you, bitch," I whispered into his ear. "Feel my big cock sliding up inside your pussy, faggot. Oh yeah! You are fucking tight, pussyboy. Tighter than any bitch I've fucked before. Oh fuck yeah. Squeeze my big cock with that ass, boy. Work my cock! Oh fuck yeah. Fucking faggot. Fucking faggot!"
I leaned down and nibbled at the inside of his neck, using my teeth on him so he'd have marks there the next few days.
And then I started slowing pulling my cock out. He moaned and twisted as my cock moved, but I just kept slowly pulling out. When only the head was left in, I reversed direction and pushed back in. He moaned and twisted again, but I was inexorable. Slowly in, slowly out. His dick had gone limp when my cock first pushed its way in his cunt, but it was now plump again. I squirted a little more lube on my hand and started fisting him while I fucked him. He was rock- hard again quickly. And then I stopped. His dick was pulsing, and I didn't want him to come too quickly. So I concentrated on fucking him, moving my big cock in and out of the world's newest pussyboy. The pain seemed to have turned partly to pleasure by now, so I moved one of his hands down to his dick to let him play with himself. His cock was wet with precum and with lube, and he started stroking in pace with my fucking. Pretty soon, the moaning got faster and more intense. "Oh fuck me, please fuck me, sir. Oh fuck, fuck me."
The secret in breaking in a new bitch is to condition him. He should only cum with your cock in him, either up his pussy or in his mouth. The more often he associates cumming with your cock, the sooner his pleasure is linked in his mind with pleasing you, the quicker he becomes your bitch.
It's not long now before Alex's tight cunt clamps down even tighter on my cock as he cums, shooting spunk all over his belly. What a shame, right? That big 8-inch cock, and all it breeds is his own belly. Still, I sure as shit don't have any other use for it, and as long as Alex is my bitch he's not going to either.
As Alex came down from the orgasm, I pulled out of his pussy, which he discovered was pretty sore as I eased my cock out. When I was all the way out, I let him put his legs down and rest a minute while I went to the kitchen to get another hurricane. Fucking a virgin is hard work!
I decided to mix him one too, because I figured his hole was sore and we weren't through yet. I came back out with a drink in each hand, and told Alex to slide off the couch and sit down on the floor. "Drink this, my little bitch boy," I told him, handing him a drink. It's fruity enough in flavor that he drank it quickly, almost like juice, but he would find the alcohol kicking in soon enough. I sat on the couch above him, rubbing his shoulders while he finished his drink. Then, when he was through, I made him suck my cock while I drank mine. At first, his mouth was cold from the hurricane, and it was weird. I've never had my dick sucked by a cold mouth before. But it warmed up quickly, and I got hard again quickly. Once I was horny enough, I pulled out of his mouth and took him into the bedroom, where there's a full-length mirror on the inside of the closet door. I opened the door and put Alex on his hands and knees.
"This time, bitch, you are going to watch while I fuck you. You're not just going to feel yourself being a slut for my cock like a good bitch, you're going to see it as well."
He was still lubed well, so I put another Magnum on and punched back into his pussy, which was a lot easier to do this time now that he's already been fucked once. I ran my hands over his body as my cock taught him to submit, playing with his nipples, even brushing down against his dick, which got hard again quickly. While I played with his dick with one hand, I stuck the first two fingers of my other hand into his mouth, and he started sucking on them obediently, the way he would my dick. Sort of my own personal three-way ;-)
I let go of his dick and pulled his head back by his hair, then leaned forward to put my mouth near his ear. "Take my cock, you faggot bitch. Yeah, you wanted to be my bitch, and I'm turned you from a 23-year-old man into a pussy, into a slut that will put out for any man who wants him. But no matter who else fucks you, bitchboy, you're gonna remember that I'm the man who turned you out, I'm the man that showed you how much pleasure your pussy would bring you, how much you need to serve a real man. Every time you get fucked, Alex, you're gonna remember me. Aren't you, bitch? Tell me. Tell me how it feels having a man's cock up your cunt, watching yourself get fucked in the mirror, watching a man mount you the way most boys your age would be mounting a woman. Tell me, fag. Tell me what it's like to be my bitch, to feel this fucking you like the cunt you are."
Alex moaned every time my cock hit bottom in his cunt, but he began telling me, among the moans, how hot it was to be my bitch, how long he'd been hanging around my house as much as possible, hoping but not really believing that something would happen.
"You mean something like your becoming my faggot bitch, right?"
"Yessir. Oh god, I wanted this for so long. I ugh wanted a man to take me and make me his bitch. Ugh. When I read your stories on Nifty, I knew you were the ugh dom I wanted. Then when you came to stay with your friend ugh down the street from me, I ugh started dreaming every night about your ugh fucking me, making me your bitch slut."
I slapped his ass hard and put my fingers back in his mouth to shut him up so he would stop thinking about what he was saying and concentrate on pleasing my cock with his ass. I started pounding harder and harder, slamming into Alex's ass on every stroke. I took my fingers out of his mouth and started playing with his nipples while I fucked him. He used one hand to start jacking himself again while my cock was plowing his pussy, and it wasn't long before he started shuddering.
"Catch your cum in your hand, boy, and then lick it up and swallow it down after you've got it all."
"Ugh. Yessir, I will, sir. Ugh." Pretty soon, his ass started spasming around my cock again, so I knew Alex was shooting. He shuddered and moaned, so I eased up on my strokes while he was cumming. He caught his boyseed in his hand and started licking it up while I went back to powerfucking him.
"Look in the mirror, bitch. Watch yourself lick up your own cum while you're getting fucked. You little pussyboy. You're a tall guy with a big dick, but here you are on your hands and knees watching yourself get punked out and turned into the faggot bitch that you really are. Take it, fag. Take my cock, pussyboy. Take my fuck, bitchboy!"
And by the time I got to the last line, I was shooting my sperm up that hot, no- longer-virgin ass, into the guts of the boy who came into my house a man and was going to leave it a cockwhore and a bitch.