Becoming My Flatmates Bitch

Becoming my flatmates' bitch – part 24

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com

m/M, CFNM, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).

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------------- Another weird night with weird dreams. I've been doing gay `acts' to my flatmates for quite a while already, but I never thought someone could change me so much as Adam did. Adam was different from Brian or Kurt. I felt like, above everything, he cared about me. Probably, if I said I wasn't enjoying what he was doing to me, he'd let me be. I couldn't know for sure because, so far, there was nothing I didn't enjoy about our times together. All of that was changing me, and my weird dreams made me aware of that.

How could a straight man dream of naked men and wake up hard and leaking? Brian had done much more stuff with me for much longer, but he didn't change me to the level of my unconsciousness. I always took my dreams very seriously, so I knew something was changing about me when my dreams told me so. I remember I saw a big house, but I wasn't allowed in. It made me think a lot. What happened that I couldn't go in?

I woke up when Adam came into my room. He threw clothes on top of me and ruffled my hair.

"Woke up sleepy beauty. We're gonna be late. I need to be back here by four."

It was still dark outside. I looked the time; it was fifteen past seven. `Why so early?'

"How far is this ranch anyway?" I asked as Adam turned away to get breakfast ready.

"About an hour, but I don't wanna rush. Get yourself dressed up coz it's gonna be very cold outside, and we're going on my chica."

Chica was a name he gave for his motorcycle. Usually, he'd only allow a few of his girlfriends to ride with him, but, most of the time, he would ride by himself. It was his secret to a peaceful life.

I stood up and dressed up in the dark; I couldn't bother and turn on the lights. The water in the sink should be cold, so I preferred not to wash my face. It took a while for it to warm up and I guess Adam didn't want to wait. He made breakfast for the both of us, and we walked out. He gave me some of his warmest clothes, so I felt very protected.

Once outside, he introduced me to his favorite babe. I don't know anything about motorcycles, but it was a pretty one. It had more than enough space for the two of us. He cleaned it a little before riding it. I need to say I've never rid a bike, but I was more than excited to try it. I sat on the back seat, and he started his chica. It was very noisy but still bearable. I put on a helmet he gave me, and we rode away.

The ride was very nice until we drove for about half an hour. I could feel all the power of chica between my legs; the machine shaking and moving ahead. I understood why Adam liked it so much. When we reached another road that seemed quitter, he stopped and turned the motorcycle off.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I've got other plans for you. You still owe me one, remember?"

"Here?" I asked looking at where we were. Why would he want to fuck me in the middle of nowhere?

"Nah. The pants I gave you used to be Martha's. I've done this before" Martha was one of his exes. "You gonna sit on the front between my arms."

"Am I wearing women's clothes?" I couldn't think about being fucked on a motorcycle. I was worried about people seeing me like that. How couldn't I notice it before?

"No one will notice with that helmet on your head. Now come here."

I dismounted the motorcycle and was looking around my body. Well, I couldn't say it belonged to a woman. Yes, I was still worried about it. I couldn't still think about what Adam had in his mind. He pulled me by the arms and made me mount his chica on the front, between his arms. That's when I felt his hand trying to reach my asshole.

"You serious? There's a hole in the jeans?"

"Course. You didn't meet Martha, did you? She was just this kind of woman."

His fingers were moving around till they found the hole in the jeans and then my hole. I heard Adam unzipping his pants, and I didn't know what else he was doing behind me. I could only guess. I heard the sound of the tube I've heard before; he was spreading lube on his dick.

"You really serious?"

"You've done something similar before. You shouldn't be so worried" I heard the muffled sound of his voice inside the helmet.

Adam should be referring to the time I sucked Brian for the first time when he drove us to his uncle's farm. At least, at that time, we were inside a car on an unpaved road. I started thinking about everything I've done, and I was impressed. I've gone through a lot.

"Ok, just get over with it" I rushed him, knowing I had no choice on the matter.

"Relax. We've got a few miles ahead, and I want to enjoy this."

"Fuck, this must be dangerous. It must be illegal."

"Don't worry. No cops around and I'll go slow. I've done this before" he finished with the tube. "Now stand up a little bit and sit down slowly."

I did as he wanted. I was apprehensive because there wasn't anything more sexual I could do in the open than being fucked on a motorcycle.

"Ok. Come back down" I felt his fingers searching for the hole in my jeans again and then going all the way into my asshole. I think that was the tip of his cockhead. He guided it in, and I moved down. The head popped in and I tried to control my speed with the strength I had left in my thighs.

"Just relax and come all the way down. You know how it works. Chica's vibration will be enough to get me going. C'mon, all the way."

I was trying, but his dick was too thick for me. Every time he penetrated me, I started yelling.

"Fuck, this hurt."

"It's always like this in the beginning, but then you get used to it, don't you? I promised you a nice ride, and you'll gonna see how nice it is. You're almost there."

I felt his hands pulling me down toward his lap. "Wait, you gonna rip me in two."

"You've done this before, look around you and think there's someone watching us."

"Where?"

And that's when he managed to pull me all the way down until I felt I was sitting on his lap. "Fuck. Don't move" I asked him.

"I ain't doing anything. Here's the deal. You gotta learn how to ride a cock before we get to the ranch. Make sure I come inside of you, coz you'll need it as lube."

"Why?" I couldn't possibly understand what he wanted from me.

"Coz you gotta trust me. Have I ever disappointed you?"

He had a point.

He turned chica on again, and its vibration was turning my insides out. His dick had become a vibrator turned on the max level.

"You okay?" he still asked before moving away.

"You gonna kill me," I said trying to breathe. His dick was driving me crazy already. All the shaking was more than I could take. "Damn it! I'm coming in my pants."

"Let it flow. I like it when you're wet. Soon all of this will be over."

What could "all of this" mean? I couldn't care less. I was in heaven when I felt my jizz heating up my jeans. I don't know if Adam has ever ridden his machine while fucking a guy and not a girl, but I'm sure he was getting more than excited by knowing his dick was making me cum. He slowed down after ten minutes on this new routine, as I came again, and my anus contracted around his penis.

He said something I couldn't hear. But I did feel his dick getting slimy inside my hole. I thought he had just come, but he didn't stop. On the contrary, once he was done, he accelerated again. His dick never deflated, so I don't know whether he came or if I was only imagining.

A bit further away, I felt one of his hands on my waist. It was trying to push me away, so I started to stand up, but before the dick popped out of my hole, he held me still, and then pulled me all the way back to his lap. He did the same a few more times until I started moving on my own. He said something else, but I couldn't hear a word he said. The sound of the motorcycle and the helmets on our heads made any conversation impossible.

My thighs were aching after ten or so minutes riding his dick, but I still managed to cum a third time. I was never sure, but I think he came again inside of me before we turned to the right and then went inside what I judged to be his ranch.

We approached a small cabin not far from a nice lake, and he stopped. My ears could still hear the motorcycle running; my body was still shaking, my ass was still feeling all the vibration that made me cum so much. I stood up and almost fell because my legs were still trembling. I saw the cum on Adam's dick that was now getting soft.

"You were great."

I saw another motorcycle around the corner that led to the cabin. The place looked very nice and new. Adam should have a lot of money.

"Is this all yours?" I asked while I tried to clean the front of my jeans. It was a waste of time.

"Nope. It's from a friend of mine. He may be somewhere else around here right now. My ranch is over there" he pointed across the lake.

"And why are we here?" I squatted. Otherwise, I'd fall.

"Coz I want you to meet him. This place is nice, but it's much better during the summer. Brian paid to renovate the cabin; he is the one full of money."

"And why would he do that?" I asked out of my ignorance.

"Well, maybe one day you'll understand."

We were not wearing the helmets anymore when I saw a guy coming toward us. He was very good looking for a guy, I thought. I couldn't think men were good looking, because it was gay. It's funny how our head works. I've done much gayer stuff on the past days, but my brain still thought that noticing the beauty of a man was gay.

"Chad, I want you to meet Mark. Mark this is Chad."

I shook Mark's hand. The grip of his hand was strong and precise. I was shaking now more than I shook before.

"It's very nice to meet you, Chad finally. I've heard loads about you."

"I hope good things."

"Only good things, I can assure you."

My first impression is that Mark was a gentleman. I always thought Adam was the kindest man ever, but Mark looked even more gentle. I was trying to guess whether he knew about my life as a bitch, but my doubts were suddenly gone when he talked about Brian.

"Brian sent me pictures of you. But you look better in person."

"Fuck. What kind of pictures?" I imagined myself on my knees sucking dick.

"You near a swimming pool."

"Really?" since when was Brian taking pictures of me near the pool?

"Why don't we go inside? It's freezing out here."

"Yeah, that's a good idea" Adam spoke again. "Is Mike around yet?"

"On his way, I believe."

"Who's Mike?" I asked a little intimidated.

"Another friend I want you to meet" Adam answered. "As for now, let's go in coz I told you I don't have much time."

Adam hadn't yet put his dick inside his pants, but it didn't seem to disturb Mark at all. I just followed them. My wet pants were getting cold due to the cold wind that was blowing in the open field.

Inside the cabin, it was warm, and I felt much better. Adam and I hung our jackets on a hook and sat down. I was afraid my ass would start leaking and tried to advise Adam, being careful not to let Mark hear.

"Oh, the couch is leather. If you leak you lick it clean."

Surprise took me, and I glanced Mark who was smiling at me.

"It's ok. Mark knows you're becoming a bitch."

"I'm not a bitch" I thought why Adam talked about me like that.

"If we could count how many times we heard that" and Mark laughed.

"Hey, I'm no bitch."

"Yet you have cum leaking on the couch," Adam said and made me feel the most inferior of the humans. "Relax. We're among friends here. And nothing wrong about being a bitch."

"I don't mind about bitches, but I ain't one."

"That's not what Brian would say, right?" Mark said.

"I don't care about what he says" I lied. Of course, I cared.

"Well, I'm only saying this because I think I know how to free you from Brian for good" Adam said.

"That's impossible" I sighed. "I'm tired of listening to people saying I can get rid of him, but in the end, I'm even deeper into his grip."

"But now, I am the one saying it. We've got a little game in this place that can guarantee you'll be free from everything forever."

"And what's that?" he got my attention.

When he caught air to answer, I heard a knock on the door. I turned my head and saw this big man coming in. He should be three or four years older than Adam. He was huge, every inch of his body had muscles popping out. Dark skinned and green eyes. He looked very serious as he excused himself and entered the cabin.

"Chad, that's Mike. Mike, Chad" Mark introduced us.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Mike to see I was leaking. I thought that that guy would kill me if he knew what I've done with Adam. He looked scary, and a hell of a homophobe. Not that I considered myself gay, but after seeing cum running down my legs, he'd get the idea.

"Mike, why don't you show to Chad what you like the most in the world?" Mark asked.

Mike didn't say a word. He just moved to Mark, kneeled, fished Mark's dick out of his pants and started sucking it.

"You kidding me" I murmured.

"Surprised? You'd be amazed what big guys are into," Adam laughed. "Anyway, why don't you follow suit and suck me?"

"I'm not into that, Adam. You know it..."

"Well, I'll tell you what. If you do as you're told here, and I mean everything, you'll get out as a free man. This will be the last time ever."

I couldn't deny that the environment was a bit awkward. That was a place I didn't know. What had they prepared for me? I had no clue. But the simple idea of freedom would make me cross mountains. I've sucked dicks before, including Adam's. I could do one last time.

"And you don't even need to make me cum" he continued. "But start by making sure you have me cleaned coz my dick is still leaking cum from our fuck."

I wondered what got Adam speaking like this. There was something about that place that made us change. A different aura; something I couldn't explain.

I could hear slurping sounds as Mike sucked Mark. I got on my knees and moved to where Adam was. He opened his legs, and his dick was hard again, waiting for my mouth on it. The cum was solidified already, so the taste was getting much stronger. I felt bad to think like this, but although dirty, I still liked the taste of his dick.

"He reminds me of Andy," Mark told Adam.

"I think so. That's what Ted told me about Andy. And now look at him. Andy has become quite a brave man."

"After everything he was through... He's a different man now."

"And what about Karl?" Adam asked.

"Long time don't hear anything from him. Navy has changed him a lot too."

It was weird to hear these two men talking to each other as if Mike and I weren't there. Well, somehow, we were not. Our bodies were present, but our focus was somewhere else. Somewhere between the legs of those guys. I still couldn't believe Mike was a cocksucker. A cheap bitch, who would tell?

"Chad. Let me tell you a brief story about Mike" Adam started. "His father works for my father. He's lived his whole life in my family's ranch. Mark and I have been friends forever, and we found out we'd like to have a bitch to share when we were very young. Mike's older than us but, at that time, he was a bit naïve, so Mark and I turned him into a nice cocksucker."

My eyes widened. "So, what you guys are doing with me..."

"It's different" Adam interrupted me. "Mike found out he was gay a few years later, but you ain't gay, right?"

"No, I'm not" I answered while my hand, unconsciously, stroke his dick slowly.

"That's why I want to get you back to your life as we knew it before Brian moved in. As I said, I'll first get you out of this cage, then I'll introduce you a lot of pussies, and then you'll be as straight as you want. Got it?"

I nodded enthusiastically. How couldn't I like it? There was nothing there not to like.

"But I need to put you through a test. Brian himself invented this test. If you pass this, he won't be able to hold you anymore, and you got my word I'll make him leave you for good."

"Whatever you say."

"Just keep sucking my dick for now, then."

I don't know if the subtle change of situation here is clear enough to see because I couldn't think of it when it happened. Adam asked me to suck his dick as he'd do in the flat as if it was something very common. And it was common indeed since I put Brian's dick in my mouth for the first time, it became something normal for me. But now, without thinking about it more carefully, the situation was different.

When Adam told me about Mike, he was implying something else. He was saying: `Listen, bitch. We turned that big guy sucking a cock over there into a slut cocksucker. We're doing the same with you right now. If you suck my dick, you're accepting it."

Adam was taking a risk there. He wanted to have me thinking, but I didn't think. I just resumed sucking his dick as if he didn't tell me anything. He's set a trap, and I fell for it. When his dick touched my tongue again, I was saying: `ok, turn me into a slut cocksucker just like you did to Mike over there.'

I seriously didn't consider the consequences. I just thought I had to do whatever Adam said to me, so I'd get free from my cage, free from Brian, I'd have my door and computer back, I'd be introduced to pussies, and I'd be a happy straight boy again. I'd jerk off to lesbians making out because I'd never want to see another dick again.

Adam made me think first of this so-called freedom, then he told me Mike's story and then gave an option. I didn't see that. It was simple, either he was too smart, or I was too stupid.

"As I said you don't need to try to make me cum, coz I won't" he continued. "You better prepare yourself for your challenge."

"And what's that?" I asked still holding his dick and looking him in the eye.

Adam looked at Mark and nodded.

"Well, it's a little competition between you and Mike. If you win, you'll be free."

"Have you seen his size, I can't win anything?" I fought back.

"Hey, you don't know what's the challenge yet. But I'll show it to you. Come with me."

Adam stood up and didn't bother to put his dick inside the pants. So, his cock led the way. We left Mike and Mark behind when we entered a room, and another door, just after unlocking it.

The smell in this new room was different; it smelt like rubber or something like that. I saw stairs that led to the basement (or so I guessed), many dildos on a shelf, and two boxes in the middle of the room.

"Once I told you about this friend of mine who used to be a bodybuilder, his name is Karl" Adam started again. "He's a smart guy. He created this box here," and he pointed to one of the boxes in the room.

It was a big box, high enough to sit on it. There was a hole in the middle, and it intrigued me. I was aware that holes always meant fuck but didn't know how it could work. Would Adam sit under it? That would be impossible. Anyway, I thought that one more fuck would be fair enough to get all my freedom back. Mark would probably fuck Mike and Adam would fuck me. I know I could handle Adam's dick well enough already, and I could cum like no one he's ever seen. I was game.

"That's the bitch box," he said before pressing a bottom in a remote. It started moving up and down like an electric bull you see cowboys riding. "And this is your passport to freedom. You'll sit, and dildos will come out of it. You just need to be strong enough and endure the pain. Sometimes, the dildos can be very big, and I mean very. The same dildo you have coming out of this one will come out of that one. If you can handle it, but Mike cannot then you win. If he endures the pain better, then you lose. Simple. All you gotta do is ride a big cock like you did earlier today."

If it was as big as Adam's dick, then I could do it. But I looked at the hole in the box. It was a big hole; it was enormous. Anything could come out of that thing.

"I don't know Adam. Look at the size of that hole. I can't handle something that big."

"Well, I brought you here coz I trust you. I know what you can do, and I have faith in you. If you win, you have your freedom back. Just focus on this, and I know you can do it."

"Besides, you know I'm not gay. Only you fucked me so far. Mike is gay, he's out and proud. He may have been through a lot already, and..."

"Chad, if you believe in yourself, and you'll do it. Mike is not that experienced. Well, he's got his share of dicks, but he lives in the farm, he doesn't know as many guys as you think. If he did, I wouldn't put you against him. This is a fair game, although I know it doesn't look like it."

"Ok, I'll do it" I surprised myself when I said this.

"Great."

Again. I was falling into Adam's trap, and I didn't notice anything. Could I really believe a man like Mike, who went down on his knees after a little summon, wouldn't be able to handle dicks much bigger than Adam's? I wasn't naïve; I was stupid.

"Just think of all the pussies I'll put in front of your face and stop thinking what you're doing is gay. This is just a battle, and you can win this. No one here is judging you, ok? It's just a challenge."

Somehow, it made sense to me. If you don't have a man fucking you and getting his rocks off by doing so, then it can't be gay. I knew I didn't like it, so it was just rubber inside my ass. Whoever could stretch the most was the winner. Simple like that. Well, thinking of it, maybe I was both naïve and stupid.

"Let me call them in, so we can start, ok?"

"Ok."

Adam left me alone in that sort of dungeon, I tried to see what could be downstairs, but it was too dark to see. The rubber smell was much stronger there. I was curious, but that's not all. On the shelves, I saw the dildos again. There were names on the base of each one of them. My eyes went straight away to the first and biggest one. It should be thicker than my wrist, and it was huge. On the base I saw two names, on the top, it was written Karl' and below it, Patty.' On the side, I saw the others, I read many names, including Adam's. Sam and Ted were other names. The last dildo was much smaller, but still, it should be as thick as Adam's cock. I also saw two names on the base. On the top, I read Sam' and on the bottom, Brian.' Could it be Brian? The Brian?

Mike came in, and so did Mark and Adam. The four of us in the room. Adam asked me to give him my clothes. Mike was stripping naked already. Before I could get my pants down, he was handing his pants to Mark. His dick was caged just like mine. I wondered for how long he was caged. He should be a true fag. I'd never let anyone let me caged for that long. He was deflowered so many years ago and was still using a lock on his cock. He shouldn't have a cock at all.

I gave my clothes to Adam. At least, I had my straps on. I also felt good for knowing my hole was open after being fucked, and that I had cum in my intestines. It would help me a lot. I even thought about thanking Adam for that.

Mark got a tube of lube from somewhere and gave it to me.

"Use as much as you want but be aware that that's all you'll get. So be very generous."

Adam came near me to say the dildos had lube on them too so that it wouldn't hurt that much.

"The big ones have lube, Vaseline and even anesthetic. But you won't need to go that far. I'm sure Mike will fall before the big ones."

I was optimistic. I knew I could not only win this but also cum from being fucked. When I thought that I got myself wondering how wrong it was. I should not be thinking about coming from being fucked by a dildo. That was gay. Mike was gay, and not me.

"The lube" Adam reminded me.

I squeezed the tube and caught the liquid on the palm of my hand. I spread it around and inside my hole. I couldn't get enough. As I inserted a finger into my ass, I felt Adam's cum still there, almost running down my legs.

I looked over to see what Mike was doing, and he had three fingers in his hole. Fuck! Three?

I rushed to have three fingers in me too. And more lube in my ass. Once I thought I couldn't handle any more lube, I decided to sit down on the box. There was a little mark there showing where I should sit, and where my balls should rest. Adam helped me to sit exactly where I should, and I said I was ready.

"Great! We can start then," he said.

With my ass perfectly positioned on top of the box, I felt the first object touching my bottom. It missed my hole by one inch or so, but it felt so slimy it rubbed my ass till it found my hole. It was a bit small, smaller than Adam's dick. I felt comfortable and even used my legs to go up and down the object. I couldn't tell whether that was a dildo that was shaped like a dick, or if that was just a cylinder.

When I least expected, or when I was already enjoying the challenge, the object started vibrating. I gasped and almost yelled. It was even better than Adam's dick on the motorcycle. It touched the right spot, and the vibration was shaking my bowel. A few seconds into this new sensation, the object started moving in and out of me. That's when my body started trembling, and my legs failed me. My eyes widened, and I started coming. Well, it was more like leaking, but it was enough to have Mark getting closer to watch it.

"Wow, you said he was wired for dick, but I couldn't believe it. I've never seen something like this so early after dicking the bitch" Mark said to Adam.

"Yeah, this time Brian couldn't be more right about this one. It was worth the wait" Adam replied.

I wasn't entirely sure of what they were talking about, but I didn't care. Only someone who's experienced in anal orgasm knows what I'm talking about. I couldn't process their words and what I felt at the same time.

Once I was done coming, I looked over Mike to see how he was dealing with the dildo and he looked quite comfortable too. Maybe not as happy as me. He was steady, his body looking much more prepared for what was to come than mine. When I glanced at him, I thought he's been through this before. That was all I could think about. How could someone look that calm while being ass fucked? He could be sitting at a table and having a tea with the queen. No one would be able to see the difference.

I couldn't help but think of what's happened to him. How could a guy like him, big, strong, so masculine, accept to have his dick caged? It was weird to imagine that. I was caged myself, but I felt smaller, more fragile. Probably, I was already accepting my new situation. A bitch riding a wood horse while a piece of rubber fucked my ass.

Mike was also looking at me. I think he was surprised by what he saw. A boy, younger and smaller than him, coming with no control without touching his dick.

"I think they're ready for the next one," Adam said.

Mark pressed a button on a remote control, and the cylinder was gone. In its place, I felt a thicker dildo coming in. Although thicker, I still think it was as big as Adam's cock. For being thicker, it touched the walls of my intestine with more intensity and the vibration that followed made me shiver. Again, it felt too good to be true. Whoever planned that machine knew what he was doing. They said this Karl was a genius; I think he was indeed.

This time, I saw the passive look on Mike's face giving space for a bitch in heat. A controlled one, but still, a bitch who was melting by the touch of a dick. Until then, I thought he'd be a horrible person to have sex with, but then I started thinking differently. He had a hidden passion that couldn't be detected at first glance.

I didn't have much time to consider Mike as a bitch though. When the dildo began to move in and out, I almost fell on the ground. My body relaxed in such a way my hands were also becoming numb. I felt as if I couldn't control my body; my muscles were like butter in the heat.

Just like that, I came again. Mark was taking pictures of my caged dick leaking. Maybe, he was filming it; I didn't know. It didn't matter.

"Again?" he asked, I don't know if to Adam or to me.

"Just like I told you. He can go on and on like this" Adam answered.

The third dildo should be Adam's size. It wasn't easy to come in, but I still managed it the best way I could. Mike was riding the box like he'd ride a horse. I couldn't move anymore. I started coming as soon as it vibrated, and I was suddenly exhausted.

You should try coming in sequence to know what I'm talking about. It drains your energies, and you become almost useless.

"Are you ok, Chad?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, gosh..." I didn't know what I was saying anymore.

The fourth dick was bigger than the previous one, and I thought I wouldn't be able to handle it. The machine wouldn't come easy, and it was hard, due to the position of my legs, to stop it from getting all the way in. That was the first time I complained. Adam looked worried, but he relaxed once I sighed and moaned.

"This one's a real bitch" Mark commented.

"Almost a complete one" Adam ascertained.

I still couldn't grasp what the hell they could be talking about, but it was as if they've been through this before. How many people have been on that box? How many of them was a real bitch? How many weren't?

I remembered the dildos I saw on that shelf. My eyes returned to them. I looked at the one where I saw `Brian' written at the base. Was that the Brian I knew? Was he on one of these boxes before?

The fourth dildo retracted so the fifth could come out. This one was much larger, and, for the first time, I thought I couldn't deal with this anymore. Mike was still having fun and being a true bitch on the heat as I complained, and no moaning came out of my mouth. My muscles were not responding when I fell.

Adam came to rescue me, but I was alright. I knew I had lost. Mike was still on the box. I wanted to know the object that defeated me. I couldn't believe it. It was a black dildo, maybe twice as thick as Adam's cock.

"You did very well," he said.

"Dude, I'm impressed for a first timer. You were great" Mark told me. Then back to Mike, "d'you wanna keep on?"

Mike just nodded and continued his fun. That guy was insatiable.

Adam and Mark helped me back into the living room where I was sucking Adam before.

"Are you really alright?" Adam asked again.

"Sure. I feel fine" I wasn't lying.

Mark was right by my side when I sat down. I could see that under his sweatpants he had a huge hardon.

"You were great. I've never seen someone coming like that. Does it happen every time you're fucked?"

"I think so" I answered getting back to my senses.

"You should see yourself" Mark continued.

"I'd rather not."

"D'you think you could..." he didn't finish.

The room was in silence for a moment, when Adam broke it.

"Chad, could you do what you did on the box with Mark? He might be able to help you with Brian in a way I couldn't."

"That's true," Mark said. "I know Brian better than Adam. You could still win this. I mean, not win- win, but things could get a bit better for you."

"Better how?"

"I don't know. Maybe you could get your door back. Maybe I could get your computer fixed. What d'you say?" Mark proposed.

How could he know so many details of my miserable life? I barely knew him. Still, I didn't think or ask anything else. Again, do you understand what was happening there? I was being bought, and I didn't consider these offers as an exchange for a service. There was no cash getting into my pocket, but it was some sort of prostitution. I wanted so many things, and I've been through so many situations. Adam was blinking at me; my hole didn't hurt. I should've said no.

"Awesome!" Mark answered and moved to the couch. He let his pants drop just before sitting down. His dick wasn't as big as Adam's but should have the same girth. He held it with his right hand, and he hit the shaft against his left hand. He jacked off for a little bit and then reached for the lube.

His dick was ready and I, in my oblivion, forgot to ask for a condom. This fuck was different. I didn't know Mark; I agreed to that; I was receiving something in exchange for sex; I was the bitch. I remembered I loved to watch videos of women selling their bodies to men; I even considered paying a whore so that I could lose my virginity. Now, I was the woman, the whore. I loved to go to porn websites and search for `cunt.' Now, I was turning myself into one. I think that was one step further than bitch.

My hole was already slimy. Mark held me by the hips, so I was the one who had to get his dick with my hand and aim at my ass. I still couldn't figure the role I was playing on that game. In my head, that was just like any other dildo that has been inside me. I don't know, but I think this was the plan since the beginning.

Adam had me think that everything was a game, just like any other. In his words, a `challenge' that would make me either a winner or a loser. I lost, but I had a chance to rematch. The only difference, and a difference I should be aware of, is that the dick was now real. It was attached to a man. I turned my back to Mark, maybe unconsciously, so I wouldn't need to deal with the fact that that dick had an owner.

His hands brought me closer to his lap. I was open enough. It went all the way in; it didn't hurt one bit. This time, I could feel my legs. I was glad I did because I'd be the one now doing all the work. Mark didn't move. I held my dick with my right hand and felt the coldness and weight of the metal on it. I went up and down once, twice, and lost the count.

Adam was watching, but I could see he was hard as well (his dick was still out of his pants through the zipper). Without saying a word, he also let his pants drop and came near to my face. His dick was just a few inches away.

"Just a little bit. Since I won't be fucking you anymore."

His words made me think my life as a bitch was reaching an end. If I sucked him, I wouldn't be fucked anymore, and then I'd be a man again. My rationale was very simple. The thing is I was in a situation where I didn't have enough room to think. They wouldn't let me.

Naturally, I opened my mouth as if that was the right thing to do; it was just what anyone else would have done.

The dick came all the way until it touched the back of my throat. I knew this wouldn't be enough for Adam, but I don't think he was considering coming. He should be trying to make a point: I was a bitch, or worse, a cheap whore who would let a man fuck him in exchange for a door, or a computer. Even worse, I'd let another man fuck my face so, in exchange, he wouldn't fuck my ass again.

Adam wouldn't cum, but Mark did.

"I'm breeding you. You're such a whore."

That seemed like a different Mark. He just wanted to make sure I understood the message. Somewhere deep inside me, I got it. I didn't need to be reminded. I rode a guy, and he came in my asshole.

Adam moved back and dressed up. I got up and did the same as I was allowed to. Mark didn't bother. Mike didn't show up again.

My hole was still leaking, and the hole in the jeans was drenched with cum and lube. Mark talked with Adam in the distance just before we crossed the door and mounted the motorcycle. This time, Adam didn't ask me to go to the front, which made me wonder why. Probably, his promise would stand. He said he'd me fuck three times and that would be it. I lost the challenge so that he wouldn't set me free from Brian, but he'd get that cage out of me. I sat behind him relieved. I could trust him. But was he not into me anymore? I mean, would we still be friends? He also said our relationship would change forever. I was also apprehensive. What would happen?

Once we were back to the flat, I was dazzled. The door to my room was back where it belonged. In my room, I found my computer. I still couldn't get my clothes, but everything else looked like before. Brian then appeared at my door and threw a key at me. He was silent. That's all he did before going away.

Adam went to his room, and I didn't hear another word from him because he went away straight away. I was left by myself with the key that would set me free. I thought I was getting my life back.

I felt my hands shaking when I finally opened the lock that had my dick caged. I was free! I had a computer, and it worked perfectly. The internet was on. My door was locked. Gosh! When was the last time it happened?

I couldn't wait to get my life back. I went to my browser's history and found all my favorite porn sites. All the videos listed in order of preference. The first one had three women making out in the best portrayal of lesbian sex. I took my hard dick with my hands. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant so much. I pumped it once, twice, and then I lost the count. I was in heaven again.

It did last for a few minutes, but then the girls in the video started fucking each other with straps and dildos. My memory went back to the time when I sat on that box. I had a dildo much bigger than that one fucking my ass hard and relentless. What could I say? My dick did respond to it. It was still hard and leaking.

I clicked on the second video. Another one with lesbians. Another one with dildos. I looked for one that had no dildos in it. Only girls making out with kisses and touching. They licked each other pussies. I've licked dicks like that. They'd smell each other as I smelt so many men's balls. They were shaved like I also was.

I was ready to pretend I haven't been through all I've been through. I just had to pretend, and so I did. For a second, all was gone, and I came. I had almost no cum at all coming out of my dick. It was a near dry orgasm. My chest was light, my hand a bit wet, my toes curled. Could I be happier?

Yes. How could I explain this to myself? I wanted freedom. I was closer than ever to get it back, but there was something missing. My life wasn't back to normal. Brian still lived in the same flat. Was Adam still talking to me? I needed his friendship. I didn't have clothes to wear and had lost all my underwear. But that wasn't the worst of all. I still wanted to cum. But not just coming by jerking off my dick. Once I was done, I came to realize that nothing could compare to what I felt with Adam fucking me. Anal orgasm was so much better.

This understanding had nothing to do with being straight or gay. It was a simple ascertainment. It did feel better to cum by anal stimulation than masturbation, period. But would I want to have something inside my ass again?

"No way," I told myself.

I felt like going out, but I had no clothes to wear. How could I think that being out of a cage would get me free again? What was I thinking?

I still had to bargain with Adam, Brian or Kurt. What else could I give away? I felt so cheap.

Unaware of what to do, I went back to the internet. My fingers typed sentences related to anal orgasm. There was a great number of men talking about it. Almost all of them said it was unbelievably great to be able to cum with anal stimulation. Even in straight forums, guys would talk about being pegged or finger fucked by their wives or girlfriends. Fingered while being sucked was almost unanimously had as a great experience. Many men complained they couldn't feel anything good when playing with their asses. What if I said I not only could, but I was able to cum multiple times in a row? Would they say I should go for that and enjoy the feeling because I was a lucky bastard? Or would they say it was gay and a straight man should never even consider it?

I decided not to think about it whatsoever. I cleaned my hand and rested. My hole still leaking, my body still smelling lube and dick.

When I woke up, I was startled by Brian's presence in my room. I was certain I had locked my door, but it was now wide open. I don't know for how long he's been there watching me. He looked a bit pissed, which was his new normal since Adam and I started `hanging out' together.

"Bitch's up. You enjoying your time with your new alpha male?" he asked in a way I'd expect from him.

"What are you talking about?" I spoke still half-asleep.

"Your BFF. Who else? Now he's coming to me asking this and that. Are you giving away your pussy? Is he owing you now? What you doing to him? Why is he suddenly demanding to let you go?"

There were so many questions; I didn't know how to start. I'm usually slow, but after waking up, I'm even slower.

Adam did tell me something about not lying when asked whether I'd been fucked or not, but I couldn't remember the details. I didn't want to say that to Brian. What would he do with that information? I didn't want him to start fucking me. He once made it clear that once I crossed a barrier, I couldn't go back anymore. That would become part of my routine. I didn't want ass- fucking to be my routine.

At the same time, what could I say? Adam was asking him to let me go after spending weeks in total silence. Then, we're walking together again, and the asking begins. I couldn't claim Adam, and I was only friends because Brian has seen me sucking Adam before. What sort of friendship would that be?

"I just asked him" I still managed to lie. Brian would never believe that.

"Oh. I see" he looked extremely cynical. "So, you let me, and Kurt use you like a bitch for weeks, and only now you decided to ask him to intervene? He himself made you suck him, and now he's all supportive and shit. Ok. D'you insist on that?"

"Yes..." I mumbled.

"Ok. So, you saying you liked being treated like a bitch for weeks, but now you a family girl? Is that what you saying? You in love or som'thin? What's happening?" he insisted.

I knew I couldn't lie to Brian; he would never cease insisting until he got whatever he wanted from me.

"I just thought it was the right time" I kept on lying.

"Right time to get your pussy fucked? C'mon! Is the pussy the new deal?"

"No!"

"So, what? What's the fucking deal? D'you want me to find it out by myself?"

"Ok. I'll say it" I gave in.

He looked at me and bounced the head and waving his arms, provoking me to say whatever I had to say.

"I sucked him. And deepthroated him..."

"Oh, so is the throat the new deal?" he asked rhetorically.

"Please, I don't like it. Seriously, that's not my thing."

"So, what's your thing?"

Brian was just like that. He'd get me sinking in questions until I surrendered. He was an expert in leaving me speechless. He knew how to get the truth out of me. But, I wanted to resist. How could I do that?

"I don't mind sucking dick."

"Ok. D'you wanna suck mine now?" he groped his package and came closer to me. "Come here and suck me then."

I couldn't say a word anymore. I've just said I didn't mind sucking dick. Why would I change my mind now and say I didn't like sucking cock? I have to say I didn't feel like sucking him, but I'd rather suck Brian a thousand times to have him fucking my ass.

I sank to my knees while he got his dick in his hand. With the other hand, he brought my head closer to his pole. I opened my mouth like a thousand times before that. Brian was relentless. Like a piston, it pumped my mouth for release. However, this time, he wanted more. I felt his dick coming closer to my throat. I tried to stop him with my hands on his thighs, but that didn't help.

"Ok. I won't force this. But you'll deepthroat me. Don't think I believed your shit. I want to see my balls touching something. It's gonna be either your chin or your ass. You've got carrots there already, I could set this as your new normal, but I'm not doing that. So, in exchange, you gonna help me out here too. Is that ok?"

He asked me, but it wouldn't make him change his mind. He wanted to be deepthroated and deepthroated he would be. I nodded with his dick still in my mouth. I've done this before; I could still do it, I thought.

We tried it again, but the position didn't seem right. His dick was pointing to the top of my mouth; it would never go South. So, I suggested we should try a new position. I went back to my bed and laid on my back, head hanging out of the corner.

"You're quite an experienced for a bitch who's never been deepthroated. How many times have you done this before?"

"Only once, ok?" I preferred to tell the truth and make him aware deepthroating wasn't my expertise.

"Oh, I got you talking now? So, Adam is asking me shit in exchange for this throat of yours?"

He didn't wait for my answer. He plunged his dick back into my mouth and went farther into my mouth. His dick was touching my tonsil, and my eyes were watering. Strangely, he decided to take it easy once he saw my choking. Probably, he wanted to make sure I was up for more deepthroats after this one. He didn't want to traumatize me.

Although very impulsive, Brian was an experienced fucker. Gradually, little by little, his dick was claiming space into my throat and opening it up for more dick. He wouldn't make me beg for air as Adam did with me a couple of days ago. Brian wasn't trying to only cum; he was training me for more sessions like this one. The goals were different.

Besides, Brian didn't have as many requests as Adam. On the contrary, I think Brian could cum very easily given the right premises. He only needed the right bitch, and the rest wasn't a challenge. He would cum as many times as he wished once he got himself a receptacle: me, in this case.

"OK, bitch. I need you to take a deep breath now coz I'm going in. My dick is wet enough already. Don't panic and you'll be a pro soon."

I remember he talked to me about being a pro cocksucker many weeks ago. I remember I thought I didn't want to be a pro anything. Now I was not only a good cocksucker; I was a deepthroater.

I had a little difficulty in the beginning, but it wasn't as hard as with Adam. Brian's dick had a better shape for deepthroating; it was smaller and had a different angle. In a couple of minutes, I think he was face-fucking me. His balls were resting on my nose every few seconds. I had time to breathe, and then his balls would hit me again.

This sequence continued until he released his cum in my mouth. I didn't feel the taste of his cum at all; it went straight to my stomach. He was in ecstasy; I was happy I had survived my first deepthroating with Brian.

"You're such a good bitch, bitch. I'll want to do this again later."

He left his dick near my mouth for a few seconds while I lapped it clean.

Brian was ready to leave, and I turned around to see him going. I couldn't help but ask.

"Who's Sam?"

Brian stopped. I couldn't see his face; I didn't know what he could be thinking.

"A friend" he answered after a while. I couldn't tell whether he was angry or just normal. His voice didn't change. "Why?"

I noticed I shouldn't have asked anything. How could I explain my going to the cabin with Adam?

"I heard this name and was curious..."

"I see," and he left.

Did he know I was in the cabin? He was there before. According to what I heard, he renewed the place with his own money. Why would he do that?

I decided to remain in my room browsing the internet until I heard Adam's voice talking to Brian and Kurt in the living room. I waited for Adam to go to his room and went after him. When Kurt saw me, he said something about knowing my new abilities.

I rushed to meet Adam, avoiding Kurt's questioning and the unavoidable cocksucking and deepthroating that awaited me. Adam was undressing when I entered his room.

"What's up?" he asked unsurprised.

"You know you promised other stuff... But as I don't see them coming..." I wanted to ask more clearly, but I didn't know how.

"What's that?"

"You know. You said you'd present me to pussies" I finally said.

"Oh, that. Yes, I did. And I will."

"When?"

"What about tomorrow? Are you free?" he suggested.

"Sure. That's awesome!" I smiled.

"Great. Then get ready for tomorrow."

Just like Brian's games' and challenges,' I should fear Adam's `get readys,' but how could I? That would be the first win game for me. I'd be finally meeting pussies. Fuck, yeah!

--------------- End of part 24. ---------------

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