BRED BY MARK -- CHAPTER 1
By Pete Smith
After you left early this morning, I called in sick and fell back to sleep totally exhausted and slept until afternoon. I woke to find my clit piss-stiff in the silk panties you gave me to wear and the plug you pushed into me still in place.
Man, last night you were unusually aggressive and horny -- even for you! I was very tired when we got into bed. I had spent the day taking care of the house, running your errands and preparing dinner for you. I knew you had worked non-stop all day and then gone home to see your wife and kids before coming to my house.
Once or twice month you lie to your wife and tell her you have to pull an all-nighter at work. On those nights -- shit, all too fucking infrequent! -- you show up at my door. For the next 12 hours you expect me to do everything your wife will not, starting with greeting you at the door with a cold beer and then slowly undressing you and giving you a long, slow bath so you can unwind from the pressures a real man like you faces everyday. God, it feels so good to me to make you happy!
Fortunately, you rarely talk to me about your wife and kids. You know it drives me crazy with jealousy to hear about your real family -- the people you come home to every night. Sometimes -- to punish me for some perceived indiscretion -- you like to describe to me in detail about having sex with your real wife. You tell me about how the night before your insatiable cock had hardened while in bed with that bitch. Horniness washing through you, you would try to get your wife to go down on your thick eight-inch cock. The stupid bitch really wasn't that interested in giving you head, but would lick your mushroom cockhead and thick shaft a little. The fucking whore knew she wasn't going to be able to get any sleep until you had blasted at least one huge load of spooge!
You would try to pull the bitch's head down onto your incredible cock, but the cunt would gag when your big cockhead began to penetrate her throat. Frustrated, you would push her down on the bed. You would work her tits and clit until the bitch was crazy with lust and begging you to fuck her hard. You would hold back from giving the whore what she was crying for until you knew she was so horny that you could fuck her so hard that your goddamn kids would start pounding on your locked bedroom door to find out what all the screaming was about! (You told me that even with the TV turned up loud, your wife's groans of pain and pleasure still carried throughout the whole fucking house.)
God, I hate hearing about you having sex with your real wife! It fills me with jealousy and reminds me painfully that I can never be a real woman for you. I guess you know that and use it to your advantage. Whenever I balk at serving you however you demand, just one glance from your stern, handsome face communicates to me that my only use to you is as a servant and whore. If I am unwilling to submit totally to your sexual and other demands, I am just a faggot with no reason at all to exist. My real identity and purpose exist only in connection with serving you. It has been a sometimes painful road to this knowledge, but when I finally came to understand that my only value in the world was in serving you without reservation or pride, I knew I had come home to my natural place in the universe.
Oh, god, how many times have I fantasized that one day you would start coming home to me instead of to your real goddamn family! I guess you use that, too, baby? You sense the craving in the core of my being to be recognized as worthwhile to you. When I satisfy you, I know I am complete. When I fail to please you, I feel worthless and self-hating. At those times, your punishments, though sometimes physically painful and psychologically humiliating, are welcome. I know you are only training my mind and body to submit ever more completely to your dominant, superior personality. Yes, Sir, I want to trained into total submission to your wants, however sometimes seemingly twisted or cruel. My true liberation has come in giving up every shred of my individuality in service of your beautiful, demanding personality. Thank you, Sir!
Yeah, I admit I was also a little pissed off that you arrived at my house later than you said you would, and then made me massage your feet while you ate, drank a six-pack of beer and watched that stupid football game! Later when I heard you emptying your beer-filled bladder into my toilet bowl instead of into my face as you sometimes liked to do as I kneeled before you in my sunken tub, I found myself consumed with irrational jealousy that my toilet was getting your hot recycled beer instead of me. God, what a sick fucking pervert I am to be jealous of a goddamn fucking toilet!
By the time we hit bed together about 1 a.m., I was feeling dejected and angry. I had served you all evening, faithfully catering to your every whim. You had simply accepted my service without acknowledgment, like I fucking didn't exist as an individual! I wanted you to treat me like a real wife. When a woman serves her man's needs dutifully and faithfully, wasn't she entitled to a kind word, a touch of physical affection, maybe a small surprise gift to show you appreciate her? Of course, in hindsight this desire of mine was seriously misplaced. The idea that I was ENTITLED to anything from you because I had faithfully served your desires is ridiculous!
As we lay in bed with your strong, manly body pressed against my back, I could feel your big soft cock pressing against my ass. I was filled with exhaustion and resentment. I knew you were exhausted, too. But I also knew that your horniness ALWAYS trumped your tiredness. Baby, sometimes it seems like your incredible cock and balls have a fuckin' mind of their own! Even when you are exhausted from working all day and attending to your real wife and kids, somehow your cock never knows the meaning of tired.
I felt the first stirrings of your cock against my small body. I knew it wouldn't be long before your demanding tool would expand to its full thick eight inches and be eager to get inside my tight pussy -- like a big hand forced into a very small glove.
I tried to resist your cock's advances. I was fucking exhausted and just wanted to get to sleep. As always, however, you refused to take no for an answer when it comes to having your second wife submit to your sexual needs. I tried to pull away from you, but you grabbed my hair painfully from behind with your strong hand. I grimaced in pain and froze in place.
I felt you lean forward on the bed and whisper quietly into my ear.
"Where ya goin', bitch?"
I could smell the beer on your warm breath as it hit my face.
God, I felt so conflicted in that moment! I was angry and exhausted, but at the same time I knew that the truth was I could not oppose your superior personality and will. Still, I couldn't just let you have your way with me like I was some goddamn piece of property you owned and could do with whatever the fuck you wanted!
Using my hair as a handle, you began to pull me back until I was once against pressed against your warm, strong body.
You could feel the resistance in me.
"You really still don't get it, do you, you fuckin' whore? I could be home right now with a real woman -- kissing her breasts and fingering her cunt. I could push my big cock into her juicy pussy and then fuck the shit out of her until she cried out for mercy."
Hearing you talk about your wife like that made me crazy with jealousy. It also made me feel like a piece of human garbage, since I knew what you were saying was 100 percent true: you could be fucking a real woman right now if you wanted -- whether it was your wife or some other bitch who would be naturally drawn to your confident masculinity.
I could feel the effect your little speech was having on your cock: it was rapidly hardening against my backside. It felt incredibly hot and hard as it pulsed against my defenseless ass.
"Whenever my cock wants to get inside you, you will fuckin' open up to it, you goddamn whore!" you icily informed me.
As I felt you begin to press your massive hardon into my hole with only the small amount of precum on your big cockhead as lubricant, I tried once again to pull away. You had never fucked me dry before. You were a rough fucker, but you knew that your thick eight inches would destroy my tight hole unless your tool was liberally coated with lube, or at least with the copious amounts of my spit and phlegm that would be generated from the punishing face-fuckings you usually liked to subject me to before fucking my pussy.
I wasn't going anywhere, however. You saw to that. You simply gripped my hair so hard with your fist that I thought you were going to pull the fucking hair out of scalp!
"Fuckin' cunt!" you grimly informed me as you held me firmly in place and used your strong body to press your mushroom cockhead into my tight, dry hole.
As your cock slowly pressed forward inside me, tears began streaming down my face. The pain was incredible. I knew that this was what you wanted and you would take what you wanted, whenever the pain it inflicted on me. My mind knew it was best for me to try to open up as best I could to avoid having my boypussy ripped to shreds by your punishingly huge and hard tool. Unfortunately, my body was reacting automatically to the pain in my pussy by clamping down my hole to try desperately to prevent further entry of your relentless tool.
You stopped your insertion. For a moment I thought you had decided to show me some mercy and maybe call off this punishment fuck. Even a dominant stud like you has to draw the line somewhere, I thought comfortingly to myself.
When you spoke, I listened with eager hope.
"Girl, this is gonna happen. I am gonna take you dry. It's gonna be fuckin' painful for you. We both know that. The only question for you is whether you really want me to rape you, or whether you want to open up to me as best you can. It's up to you."
Before my pain-racked brain had time to process what you were saying, I felt your big tool again begin slowly moving forward inside my impossibly stretched pussyhole.
This time, though, my body seemed to have gotten your message -- or threat -- directly. My hole stopped clamping down. I felt you going slowly, painfully deeper inside my pussy. I sobbed quietly into the pillows as you penetrated me, but didn't offer any further resistance to your huge cock's demands.
The pain distorted my sense of time. Maybe it was a few minutes later -- or maybe it was an hour later, I really don't know -- when I felt your wiry pubes pushed against my asscheeks.
Oh, fuck yeah, you had inserted your dry, thick, eight-inch cock completely inside my pussy. The feeling was unreal. My insides felt so painfully stretched out of place, and it was like your cockhead would reach my throat. I had never felt so full in my life.
I continued to cry quietly into the pillows. I groaned in pain as you just kept your big tool buried deep inside my clenching pussy, letting me try to get used to it. Soon enough, though, you began slowly pulling yourself out of my hole until only the big mushroom head of your hard tool was being gripped by my hole.
Then, before I had time to mentally prepare, you pushed yourself all the way back inside me. I would have groaned loudly in pain, but your insertion pushed the air out of my lungs.
Hearing no further objection, you assumed I was finally ready to submit to the needs of your erection. You quickly began fucking me.
When I regained my breath, I began crying more loudly and asking you "Please, Sir, take it easy!" I guess you were pissed off to hear me still objecting at this point, even if I did so only respectfully. Keeping your hard cock embedded in my hole, you quickly flipped me face down onto the mattress. I could feel your powerful body on top of my little, pathetic faggot frame, your cock pushed painfully all the way inside my tight hole. Even after all I had been through so far, my mind now raced with panic. I felt smothered and could barely breathe with your muscular body on top of me like that!
In that moment, I instinctively knew I had a choice to make: continue to pretend that I had a right to refuse you whatever you wanted from me sexually and emotionally -- or just submit totally. Of course, there really was no choice to make: you had long ago established that you were the man in our relationship and that as the woman my job was simply to submit obediently to whatever you wanted. Each time you had roughly fucked my face or boypussy over the months I had been privileged to know you -- whether I was initially in the mood or not -- you were training my mind and body to submit to you. I had learned fuck by fuck to submit to your demands. Occasionally you had beaten my tender ass with your thick, black leather belt, but real physical force was rarely necessary for you to get what you wanted from your man-woman.
Amazingly, there still seemed to be some piece of independent personality left in me. Truthfully, though, it only amounted to a thought or two running through my tired little faggot brain about resisting you. There was never any possibility of my actually asserting my weak will against yours. Writing about it now, Sir, makes me realize how silly even having the thought was!
As I lay pressed firmly into the mattress struggling to breathe with you flat on my back, something in me let go. It was like my mind and body released whatever resistance to you was left. I didn't make a conscious decision for it to happen. The power and force of your beautiful, superior mind and body had simply asserted itself over me. I don't know exactly how it happened, but I felt myself open totally to you in that moment. There was no longer even the thought of resisting you and your demands.
Now I was like an extension of your own body -- not unlike your own hand lovingly fisting your own hard cock. Would your hand think of resisting your mind's desire that it stroke your incredible cock until you pumped out a huge load of your beautiful hot spooge all over yourself? Of course not! No more could I resist you now. My feeble, faggot mind and body were now enslaved to your superior, dominant mind and body. I was now simply a tool for you to use to get off however you chose.
"Good girl."
Somehow you sensed this change in me. I guess you had known all along that with just the right amount of physical and mental coercion I would eventually surrender totally and abjectly to you. How does a real man like you know that? Honestly, I don't know, Sir. I just know it happened to me last night. I also know it really is none of my business. You had been teaching and training me over the months to surrender and submit -- to let go of my own weak, pathetic "male" personality. What good is a faggot in the world but as a passive receptacle for the sexual aggression of a real man like you? None, Sir! Sure, I had tried to pretend all my life that I was a real man. I had accomplished a lot professionally and financially. How fucking pathetic I was! What was always underneath all that professional success bullshit? The deepest imaginable craving to be enslaved to the needs of a real man like you. Yeah, it had taken a long time to get here. I experienced a lot of pain and denial in my life. I had tried many things -- including relationships with other gay men -- before getting to this point of truth. Serving a real man was truly for what I was born. How profoundly liberating this realization is!
Now you resumed your fucking of my pussy -- first slowly and then with increasing speed. I cried quietly into the pillow from the intense feelings of pain and pleasure that traveled through my body as you used me for your own pleasure. There was no shred of resistance left in me, however. I opened every part of my being to your sexual demands.
Grunting in your own pleasure, you began to pump my tight pussy harder and harder. My hole was lubricated only by the precum your huge cock was leaking inside me. Pain registered in my brain, but somehow it felt natural. I had no thought of trying to get it to end. I knew my experience was being controlled by you. I knew that you were taking what you wanted from me. My weak mind and body were simply an appendage to your powerful, dominant will. I wanted and needed to submit to your superior being. For the first time in my pathetic life, I felt totally liberated from my fears and doubts. For the first time in my life, I felt completely at home. I was born to be used by you, to submit to your needs. I was born to learn slowly, but surely, that a man-woman's true place in life was under a real man like you. In that moment, I thanked God I had finally found my true place!
You roughly fucked me for a long time, alternating between fast and slow strokes; sometimes just burying your long, thick tool so amazingly deep inside my painfully stretched pussy.
At some point, I noticed there were loud groans of pleasure and pain in the bedroom. It took me a few moments to realize that the sounds were coming from me! The experience was deeply surreal. It was like I was separated from my own weak, pathetic body. My otherwise useless faggot body was being used roughly by someone. My body did not resist; instead it simply submitted. The intense sensations my body was experiencing were expressed in the sounds I was hearing. I listened to the sounds like an independent observer of some ritual humiliation being brutally inflicted on someone else. The emotions were too raw and intense to be present to and I was outside myself.
I had lost track of time until I felt you start violently long-dicking my rudely opened pussy. This new level of intense pain brought me back inside my own body. Now I knew the groans of pain and pleasure were truly my own. I lifted my head from the pillow in instinctive protest, but you immediately used one of your powerful hands to push my face forcibly back into the pillow. You continued to fuck me violently while your strong hand firmly held my face deep into the pillow. I could not breathe, but did not try resisting you. I knew this was how you wanted it to be: you were controlling my very life, while your demanding manhood violently took my pussy.
Just as I started to pass out from lack of oxygen, you released my head and buried your thick, eight-inch cock all the way inside me. As I gasped for breath, I felt your amazing tool throbbing incredibly deep inside my womanly body and knew that you were cumming inside. This time I recognized groans coming from both of us as you bred my painfully stretched hole with your straight babymakers. I dimly realized that my own faggot clit was unloading its snot as it was pressed deeply into the mattress.
After you finished cumming, you stayed on top of me, using me as a human pillow. I woke periodically during the night to find your huge cock again hard and beginning to roughly fuck my painfully stretched and cum-filled pussy. I'm not sure, but I think you dumped three or four loads inside my hole last night.
I woke early this morning to find you showered and getting dressed. My body was incredibly sore and I could hardly move. I felt my pussy throbbing from your rough fuckings and I could feel your big spooge loads slowly leaking out onto the mattress.
I saw you pull something out of your overnight bag and then approach me on the bed.
"I gotta get home, baby. I told my wife that although I had to pull an all-nighter at work, I'd be sure to get home by 7 to see the kids off to school. Now get face down on the bed."
For a moment, I thought you were going to put one more fuck to me before you headed home to your wife and kids.
When I didn't immediately comply with your request, I saw anger flash across your hard, beautiful face.
"Faggot! I said get the fuck face down on the goddamn bed!"
This time, I quickly complied.
"If we really want to have a kid together, we need to start taking getting you pregnant more seriously."
As you spoke, I felt you pushing something into my very sore hole. My pussy was very stretched and well-lubricated with your cum. It offered no resistance to whatever you were inserting into me. It was big and I admit it felt comfortable inside me.
"This plug will keep my babymakers inside you for awhile. It will increase the chances you'll get pregnant. I want you to keep it inside for at least four hours. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I meekly replied.
"Good girl."
You again reached into your bag and held something in front of my face. A pair of sheer silk panties. "Put these on," you said, tossing the undergarment into my face.
For some reason, I felt no anger having something thrown in my face. Instead, with considerable difficulty, I pulled the panties on. They were very tight, but managed to cover my girlish butt and crotch. The silk felt very sexy against my skin. My little boy clit immediately started to harden inside the silk pouch.
You noticed my body's reaction to wearing the panties and chuckled.
"Good girl. Now I gotta get home to my real wife and kids, faggot."