How I learned to stop worrying and love my hole Tan's 6th letter
Big-dicked Tan experiences his first days on the factory floor as a fuckhole, getting a uniform upgrade in return.
Themes include piercings, fucking and leather/rubber gear. Average reading time: about 10 - 15 minutes.
Tan here. It's taken me a few days but I'm picking up right from where my last letter left off. My piercings brutally aching (and peeing stinging like a motherfucker) and yet still being forced to work a full-shift. Cutler's only concession had been gauzing over my nipples and giving me a brand new jock to minimise any chance of infection. That still left my snout ring on full display though. It couldn't be covered up and Cutler's solution was simple. To move focus from my mouth to my ass.
Apparently, it was lucky that Akiro had opened me up as I would need another hole if my mouth was unserviceable. Out of action until my nose piercing has healed - unable to risk getting any man-sweat or bodily fluids near it.
Christ. I hadn't thought of that. Stunned at the implication, I wondered how I could possibly manage without drinking cum for the foreseeable future? And just what it would be like to be fucked by a stream of over-sexed men? It's taken me weeks to get used to sucking cock. Now I'm expected to immediately adjust to being banged non-stop?
Cutler told me to stop worrying, that he'd be there to make sure nobody tried anything on. That he'd make sure my admittance to being a full-time fuck-whore would be as smooth as possible. I was scared but also thrilled. How could I tackle the factory's pent-up demand for my ass? I had no idea, but knowing Cutler would be watching me get fucked? That's so hot.
Christ, since then I've become nothing more than a depository for loads, a vessel to be filled in a never-ending cycle of cock and cum. If only my accountancy class could see me now.
I am enjoying myself though - I feel like I'm living the life of a porn star except all this is happening for real. Sure, my hole is pretty tender and I'm constantly worried about getting enough recovery time, but Cutler says we've got to set the bar high. Its the only way my hole will be big enough to be fucked by the giant slab of meat I've got hanging between my legs.
See? I really am becoming more comfortable with my dick.
As I write this I've lost count of the number of times I've been fucked since Akiro took my factory cherry. And my piercings? I know they made me deeply worried but the reaction seems to have been unanimously great. Well, almost...
I'm getting ahead of myself. The last few days have been pretty tough, so tough I realise I've left out some important details.
Like how that morning when we got to the foundry Cutler opened my ass zip and then visibly changed my status. He ripped off my velcro PUSSY MOUTH' name badge and swapped it for one that simply said CUNT'.
I was shocked but he said that was what I was now. The perfect name as it perfectly describes my new role, my main purpose in life. Of course I replied `just till the end of the year' as per our agreement. He just smiled and added another label underneath. One that was far worse: 'NIL BY MOUTH'.
As soon as I entered the store room I knew something was different. My cocksucking space had been levelled up: two raised mattresses to facilitate my new role. After all the porn I've been forced to watch I knew each had a different purpose to play. One height for regular fucking - legs in the air type stuff - the other for being on all fours and being taken from behind.
As I tried them out I was desperate for Cutler to give me a demonstration fuck but that wasn't to be. My first customer was Jim (who coincidentally was the first guy I'd given a blow job to, evidently he and Cutler went way back). His was a good sized dick with a nice smooth shaft. It had been an easy suck but would it be good to be fucked by?
He seemed hesitant when he came in - did fucking ass cross his homo line? Was he now getting more action from his wife? - but his demeanour changed completely when he saw the ring hanging from my nose.
Fuck Cutler! You really do know how to train them. Make em look like pigs so they can be treated like pigs!' He even high-fived Cutler, saying it was good to finally have a full service whore back on the factory floor again. I guess that's what I am. The thought made my own dick twitch (which made my new PA fucking hurt!).
Jim demanded I lay on my back so he could see my face - he seemed to be transfixed by my steel - and pulled my legs up in anticipation, revealing my muscle bound arse, perfectly framed by the open zips of my overalls.
By now Jim was rock hard and I was beginning to get worried about being impaled by his cock. As he lubed up Cutler saw my tension and told me to simply remember my training. To always keep control of my hole.
My reflex was automatic, so deeply ingrained it's become. I relaxed my body, the tension leaving and I opened up to reveal my beginner gape. That drove Jim wild and before I knew it he was sliding right inside. God, it felt good to be full again! Plugs are great but there's nothing like a real cock.
Christ, I never thought I'd ever write those words.
However, it was then I realised Jim had gone in bare.
I hadn't thought about it before but there was no way I wanted to be bred by every man in this place. Who knew where they'd been? Not wanting my first real fuck to set a precedent I looked to Cutler and said surely Jim should be covered up?
No' he replied, sternly. That's rule 6. Never refuse a load. Jim not being wrapped up actually makes things easier. Imagine if he was fucking you wearing a rubber but then decided mid-act he wanted to bred you. Think of the hassle! Pulling out, unsheathing... this way you never need to think about it.
Besides, there's no way our budget extends to buying enough condoms for all the action you're going to get. They'd have to be reused and that's hardly hygienic, is it? No, Jim, Akiro and everyone else here is going to be free to dump as much cum in your hole as they want, isn't that right Jim?'
The words spurred the older man on and he pounded my ass mercilessly as if I was just a piece of fuck meat. Every one of his thrusts hit home, not least as his old man balls painfully slapped my arse cheeks.
`Take it, bitch, take it all' he cried and his face turned to ecstasy as he drained his balls deep inside me. He pulled out, a trail of slime connecting my cunt to his cock.
`Damn, that was a good fuck!'
`What do you say?' Cutler asked.
I guessed I had to say thank you, which I did, but that wasn't enough. I needed to show more respect. Apparently I had to properly thank Jim for his load too. Cutler said I was never to take spunk for granted. After all, I'll never know how just long it will be before my next fuck.
That advice felt pretty superfluous as it was obvious what was coming next. More dick.
After Jim left, Cutler reviewed my performance and gave me fuck notes. Asking just how it had felt and what I thought I could have done better. A harsh critic but he said I had to learn. It was only later I realised just how invaluable his advice was.
He started by saying I needed to be more willing and show more enthusiasm. That the noises I make and the way I move my body will show just how much I seriously want dick. That energy would turn any top on... and I wanted more hole-stretching, right?
Conversely, I also had to know when to struggle and when to fight back. He explained that tops don't like a dead fish and the hardcore fuckers like to know they're doing damage. Me crying out, showing the pain, saying they were wrecking my pussy would spur them on. I wanted to be fucked harder, right?
He also said I needed to keep up my hole control. Concentrating on loosening myself up was the only way I'd be able to take the truly big guys. The ones who'd want to sink into my cunt in one brutal and agonising thrust? I wanted to be an easy taker, right? And to be used over and over again?
When he was satisfied I'd fully taken onboard his teachings he pressed a newly installed button on the desk. One that ticked over an LED counter outside the door. `Now serving number...'
(Cutler said a duplicate will be installed inside so I can keep track of the day's total. Apparently I should always look to exceed the previous tally as only that will represent real progress.)
However, as I progressed through those first few fateful fucks I realised something was missing. I wasn't feeling right and I was all kinds of antsy. Which is kinda stupid as all I should have been thinking about was my boypussy and the cocks inside it.
Cutler worked it out pretty quick. He said as my mouth was out of action I wasn't swallowing any dick. For weeks my system has got used to a daily diet of cum and now it was in dire need of a fix. To solve the problem he went to the queue and said there wouldn't be enough pussy to go round (yet). That most of the guys waiting would have to come back later. But... that anyone who wanked off into the chemical beaker he was holding would get first priority in the days to come.
There must have been quite a rush as Cutler came back with that beaker brimmed with the good stuff! and I was able to chug a healthy portion every couple of hours. I immediately felt better, more alive and able to function. It meant I could set about being the foundry's receiving end with renewed passion!
(I may now be worried I might be addicted to cum. Is that even possible? I don't think I have a problem though - I can stop at any time, right? Oh, and as I write this I also realise I've stopped worrying about being fucked bare. In a strange way, the more semen I take in my pussy the less I care. What's one more additional load amongst so many?)
God, to think that just a month ago I was worried about being tight. And scared of being loose. I'm definitely getting bigger, every day taking cock seems easier and easier. It does seem to be coming with a downside though. No matter my training, somehow keeping all the cum inside of me - the guys rarely pull out - is getting more and more difficult. I hate losing any drop of that oh so natural lubricant. Any spillage means I miss out on each cock getting more and more juicy as the day goes by...
I do have another big reason for stopping any leakage. Cutler. At the end of each shift he can't resist drilling his tongue up and into my ass. He never seems to get tired of eating me out. I don't know what he likes more: felching every drop of man juice out or giving me serious whisker burn. At this point? Whatever makes him happy.
As I write this - four days in - everything's changed up a gear. Cutler woke me this morning and said I was sufficiently far along that I didn't need his supervision anymore. Oh, and that my piercings were healed enough so why wasn't I sucking his dick already?! I immediately sank to my knees and wolfed down his meat. God it felt so good to have that massive shaft in my mouth again! The smell and taste of his manhood filling all my senses. My enforced layoff from cocksucking seems to have done me the world of good - my hunger almost rapacious enough to get him balls deep. Almost. My throat must be turning into a fucking tunnel!
I'm proud that he said it was an epic blow-job, my best ever. That's only made me want to be fucked by him even more. When would that be, I asked? Soon, he answered. but only when he judged I was suitably sloppy. He doesn't like to force his big cock into a tight hole. All I could do was shrug and agree to keep on with my fuck schedule. It's his decision, after all.
My mouth still thoroughly coated with his seed, he also said he had a surprise for me. Time to upgrade my workwear! He showed me two new uniforms he'd had custom made. They were identical apart from the material - one soft, black leather, the other a smoky, translucent rubber.
Fuck, they're good!
I was honestly amazed, Sure, my enforced muscle training has been swelling my body and I've long asked for better fitting overalls but I hadn't been expecting to get an entirely new look. Apparently the access zip has been proving too much of a hassle for the workforce. If my job is to get fucked then my ass needs to be as accessible as possible. That's why this design has a chaps cut, revealing both my junk and my hole, always hanging out and available. And from now on I'm no longer allowed to wear a jock - it's balls out or nothing. Was I ready for that?
That hasn't been my only worry though. The suits leave my upper torso free in what I'm told is a `bib and braces' style. Two over the shoulder straps fasten to a low-cut chest with giant, silver buckles. The design means my pierced nipples are now on permanent display, a feature Cutler says is very deliberate.
He then asked which outfit I wanted to try on first. Remembering the gear Cutler wore the first night we met in that fetish clubhouse I didn't hesitate. `Leather, please.'
He held them open for me to step inside, soon pulling the warm and tight material up my body. Over my thighs, around my crotch and up my torso, then securing the shoulder buckles in place. I turned round to a mirror. My bubble butt looked so juicy and my pierced junk so heavy. God, I looked like a whore but I felt fucking fantastic!
When we arrived at the store room - everything hanging out - I got more than my fair share of wolf-whistles and looks of amazement. For the first time in my life I actually feel proud to be a big-dicked bottom.
As I write this things have taken a turn for the worse. Sure, today - unsupervised - I got a serious amount of work. My new gear and piercings really seem to be something of a fascination, spurring the guys on. The sex is so rough that my ass feels distorted, almost deformed, It aches - in a good way - and cum seems to be constantly running down my legs. However, as my mouth is back in action I've been spit-roasted several times, a dick at both ends. Taking that much cock at once means it's hard to focus but it certainly teaches me to multi-task!
I thought I'd served my last customer of the shift when four guys stormed in at once. All wearing company uniforms but also wearing hoods. So fucked up is my sex-drive that I immediately jumped to the thought of an anonymous gang rape scene... but this? I never could have imagined it.
I was forcibly pushed back down onto the mattress and spreadeagled, one guy holding my legs apart and another pulling my arms above my head to keep me still.
That's when one of the other guys held something shiny up in front of my face `You like?' he asked. In all honesty, at that point, I had no idea what he was holding. He went on to say that my piercings are loved on the shop floor but everyone feels something is missing.
That something? A heavy metal cuff that stretches my balls down and perfectly teams with my rings and bars. My pierced cock was pushed to one side, my nuts painfully pulled down and a giant cylinder of steel wrapped around my nuts. The damn thing is made of two halves secured together with some Allen screw-head I've never seen before. The cylinder is about 2" high and the ring itself about three quarters of an inch thick. And heavy as fuck! The leader said the cuff had been made up special in the tool shop, sized just right to fit my big sack. Oh, and that I shouldn't wear it too long or it would permanently stretch the hell out of my pretty balls. With those chilling words they all left the room, leaving just their laughter behind.
I'll be honest with you, those guys evidently know their craft as in some ways it's a beautiful object. Chrome plated and with soft, rounded edges. But otherwise? Pure evil. The first time I stood up? Fuck! I should have cradled my balls! The constant tug on my sack is extreme and I immediately started to ache. This is going to be intolerable.
That's not what my dick said though.
I couldn't help myself. As I felt the weight my cock swelled with blood. I tried to will it down - how could I be turned on by this? - but it feels so good and yet so wrong. The metal in my hands, the extra weight and heft. I've always thought the size of my balls are out of proportion to my girth but now the cuff makes them match (even if they are turning purple!).
I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but beat one out. My new leathers cling to my newly-minted body. My arse hairs matted with cum and lube. My hole aching and wanting more. My tits, nose and dick glinting with steel. My nuts so heavy and burdened with steel.
FUCK! I know I've totally broken rule 5 (never cum without permission) but I swear the ropes of my jism hit the other side of the room! I was that excited.
Of course, in my post-nut clarity I felt insanely guilty. Thank god Cutler doesn't read these letters so I think I'm safe. I do know he was surprised when he saw the cuff though - why hadn't he thought of it?
Time for bed now. My balls really are aching but there's no way I can take these off without the right key... perhaps Cutler will be able to find it?
Tan
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