You can imagine how all of this came as a real shock to me. But then, it would have shocked anyone. Here I was, just a regular, twenty-five year old guy. I had just graduated from college, was dating a very nice woman and had recently started working with a large company. Imagine how my life was turned upside down when, just as I was settling into a normal life -- I learned that I love cock. I don't mean I love seeing a hard cock, which I do. I mean that once I realized that guys got me hot, I turned into a submissive, abuse loving, cock craving slut. The worse a guy treats me, the better I like it. Pain -- give it to me. Fucked in my ass -- hell yes, hard, deep. Cum in my mouth -- as much as you can, as often as you want.
I didn't wake up one morning and tell myself, "Well, I guess I am a slut." No, it took time to get redirected down that path. And, strangely, it was my boss who gave me a hard shove in the back and got me started down that path.
It began one night, I was working late, not because I had to, but because I wanted to make a good impression. It was something I learned in college, always leave at least five minutes after the boss. I was at my computer, working on spread sheets, when Tom walked past me. After he stared at me for a while, he asked me to come to his office.
"I know you always leave very soon after I leave," he told me. "I know what you're doing because I read the same book in college."
I nodded and felt like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar...
"In fact," he added, "I did the same thing when I began here. As it had turned out, the boss at that time hadn't read the book and fell for it. In the end, it got me the corner office."
We stared at each other for a second, then both laughed.
"But, since I'm not going anywhere and I know how the book ends, you may as well leave on time."
Again, we both laughed. He waved toward the door, to signal that I should leave, and as I walked out the door, he patted me on the shoulder. That was fine, but he left his hand there and even squeezed a bit.
I'll be damned, I thought. It felt good. I looked back at him. He was much bigger than I was. His 6' 5", muscular frame towered over my 5' 10" heavy body. Heavy, bull shit, I was fat. My belly hung over my belt and I had a big set of man tits. As I looked at him, with his hand still on me, he got a look in his eyes. It was a strange look, but it stayed there for an instant. Then he waved me on.
"Have a nice night, Darion. I'll see you in the morning."
"Sure, Tom," I told him. There was another one of those strange glances. As I drove home, I couldn't get the image of his eyes and the look they had, out of my mind. As I remembered his face and tried to imagine what he was thinking, I realized I had a raging hardon.
At home, I called my girlfriend and told her I had to do something and I couldn't see her. What I had to do was jack off several times. Each time I came, I was either thinking of Tom and the feel of his hand on me or the look in his eyes. The third time I came, a new feeling rushed over me. My cum filled the palm of my hand. But, instead of wiping it up with a paper towel, I tasted it with the tip of my tongue. It tasted good, salty but good. Before I gave it anymore thought, I licked it all up.
I had just eaten cum -- and I loved it. The taste and the nasty feeling it gave me got me hard again, so I jacked off again. And all of this was due to a guy.
The next morning, I'd written it all off to being tired. At work, when Tom walked by, I told him how I felt bad all night because I didn't want him to think I was a kiss-ass.
He patted my shoulder, "No, not at all." Then he left his hand on my shoulder and even squeezed.
I was going to say something to him that evening, I wasn't sure what, just something, but he never came back after lunch. In fact, he wasn't there the next day. The day after that when, he came in, he looked like shit. I don't think he'd shaved since he was last at work and his hair was a mess.
"Tom," I asked him, "is anything wrong? Anything you want to talk about?"
"Well, I'm sure the rumor mill is already cranking out stories, so you may as well get my side." He sat on the corner of my desk. "The other day, I was going to meet Sandra, my wife, for lunch, but instead of a meal, I got served with divorce papers. Never even saw it coming."
"Damn, I'm sorry. If there is anything I can do, anything at all, let me know." It was funny, I didn't know what I meant by anything at all, I just knew I really did mean anything.
That was it for the next few days. Over the weekend, I was out at a store when I saw Tom, alone. We both said, "Hello. How's it going. Fine." I was about to leave when Tom touched my shoulder. It sent chills through me. I looked up at him. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and he seemed much larger than in the office. "Darion, you busy?"
It was early evening and I didn't have plans, so what the hell, "No. What's on your mind."
"I'd like to take you up on that offer to talk. My place good enough?"
"Sure." I tried to sound calm, but I know I came off very excited.
He had an apartment on the top floor of his downtown building. The view was great. As I stared at the spread of lights below, in the window reflection I saw Tom come up behind me. He put both hands on my shoulders. I tried to stop a shuddered that worked through my body, but I couldn't. He didn't say anything, but I kow tom had noticed it.
"Darion, if you feel uncomfortable, you can leave, no harm, no foul."
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"I mean, I've seen the way you look at me when I pass you in the office."
"No, I--"
"Darion, I can see your hardon grow as we talking now."
"Look, Tom. I'm not gay. I've never been with a guy. I don't know--"
"Darion, just stand there."
I froze. Still from behind me, he let his hands slide down my arms, then over to my chest. He squeezed my tits, gently at first, then roughly. He pinched my nipples. I was shaking like a virgin on Prom Night. "Darion, I'm not gay either. This is my first time touching a guy, but I've seen you several times in tight shirts and I like your tits. Do you mind if I play for a while?"
"No, I don't mind at all." Then almost out of instinct, my hands went behind me to feel his cock. "My, God. It's huge," I said through a gasp. And it was. It mush have been nine inches long and coke bottle width. As I rubbed his cock through his pants, he grabbed my tits very hard and pulled. "Oh, fuck," I cried out in real pain as he twisted.
"Do you want to me to stop?"
I clinched my teeth in pain, but murmured, "No. Harder, please, harder."
He did just that, nearly ripping my tits off. Just then, he shook several times and his cock throbbed in my hands. I felt the cum shoot out of his cock. A warm, wet spot grew in my hands. With the last spasm of his cock, he gave a mighty twist on my tits, then fell back on the couch. After a moment, he looked up at me and got a new look in his eyes, a mixture of anger and aggression. "Come over here," he ordered in a gruff voice.
I came over to him.
"Get on your knees and clean me up."
I knew what he meant, but I also knew that was going to take me to yet another level. I paused as I considered if I could lick his cum off of his cock and stomach.
"Now!"
The force in his voice took my will power. I dropped to my knees and undid his belt and zipper. He raised his hips and I slid his pants and underwear off. His cock, even though now soft, was breathtaking. I gasped as I picked it up and began licking it. Tom grabbed my hair and guided my mouth to a large smear of cum on his stomach. He laughed as he rubbed my cheek over it. I licked it up and then went back to his rapidly hardening cock.
I felt a new urgency taking hold. I sucked his cock into my mouth and nearly choked myself as I let the massive head slide into my throat.
"Oh yeah," he said and began long stroking my fully stretched lips. "Take it, all of it."
I tried to not gag, but I did. Tom actually seemed to be turned on more with each choke or retch. He just kept pumping away on my throat. I didn't even have time to wonder how in the span of a few minutes, I'd gone from a normal guy to a cocksucker, which is what I was.
"Here it comes," Tom shouted and pushed his cock as deep down my throat as he could.
The intrusion into spaces where no one had ever gone made me let out a mighty coughing gag. No sooner had my lips opened than Tom slapped the side of my head. "Keep them tight," he shouted. "Don't you dare lose one drop or I'll beat the shit out of you." Then his cock erupted. I swallowed as fast as I could as what seemed like gallons of hot cum filled my mouth, flowed down my throat and leaked through my lips and down my chin. My eyes were gushing tears as I fought a violent gag reflex.
As his cock softened for the second time in minutes, he pulled out. He smiled, then used my shirt to wipe the cum off of my chin. "Hope I didn't get too rough," he said.
"No. I kinda liked it. But," I added, "what let you think I would like that kind of treatment? What made you think I was gay?"
"I've seen the way you look at me in the office. You get a Doe-eyed gaze. Besides, I'm still hurting from Sandra leaving. It felt good to let it all out."
I smiled a sheepish grin.
"And, I know you liked it too. Liked it a lot." Before I could say anything, he pushed me back. "I want you to stand up."
I did.
"Now, undress. Everything off."
"Tom, what's happening here? This isn't like you, at all. And, it sure as hell isn't like me." I backed away. "This was a one time thing. It happened because you are hurting and I was weak. But, for whatever reason, it's--"
"Don't say it's over. I saw your reaction, your expression in the reflection in the window. You were loving it. And, I sure as shit loved doing it to you. Now undress. I want to see those tits of yours."
"Tom, I-"
"Son-of-a-bitch," he shouted and threw a cushion at me, "am I going to have to give you a lesson? Get your fucking clothes off."
Right then, I knew there was nothing I could do. I was his and he was totally in charge. The funny thing was, I really didn't mind. In fact, my hardon was the proof Tom needed to push me harder. With my shirt, he ordered me over to him. A sharp pain shot up and down my spine when he pinched my nipples. He kept the pressure on as I removed my pants.
"Now bend over. Make those beautiful tits hang down."
With his fingers still pinching my nipples, I did just what he'd told me. I felt stupid and used, but it changed to pure sexual excitement when he began milking hanging tits like I was a cow. With me still bent at the waist, he gave me an order. "Jack off. Cum for me."
Each time he squeezed and pulled down on my tits, I groaned with pain and out-of-my-mind pleasure. Seconds later, all I could do was let out a moaning, "Yes, sir." With that, I began stroking my cock. It didn't take long, a minute at most, and I tensed. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
What was happening to me? I was cumming because another guy was telling me to cum. Not only was I cumming but he was milking my tits as I jacked off for him. And all of this was because he ordered me to do it. I was a man's toy, his sex toy. As the first surge of cum built in my balls, I looked down at his cock. Tom was loving the show I was giving him and his massive cock was proof. He was rock hard and sticking straight up like a flag pole. He wasn't going to let that cock stay hard, I knew that. I had already made him cum with my hands and with my mouth. There was only one thing left, and I knew it was going to be next. He was going to fuck me. As I stared at his cock, it waved back and forth as he worked my tits. Watching the head move, I knew not only was he going to fuck me, but I wanted him to fuck me.
"Catch it in your hand, but don't spill a drop on my carpet."
"No, Sir," I managed through the waves of pain and pleasure. The first spurt hit. I thought the head of my cock was going to explode. It felt like a gallon shot out, but I did like he'd ordered. I caught every drop. I held it up to him, as if to get his approval.
He was still milking me when he nodded at my palm full of cum. I knew what he wanted. I didn't have to ask what was next. I brought the hot cum to my mouth and began licking.
"All of it," he ordered.
I licked up every drop. When the cum in my hand was gone and my cock was soft, he let go of my tits. "You did good," Tom said and lay back on the couch. His cock was straight up, pointing at the ceiling. Hell, at that moment, it looked as if it was going to reach the ceiling.
"Thank you. It felt good, real good."
"Yeah. This was my first time with a guy. I didn't know it could be so intense."
"Same with me."
"You know," Tom said as he looked directly at me, "I really love those pretty little titties of yours."
With that comment, something happened. Tom had talked about my "Titties." Little girls getting felt up in the back seat of a car, have their pretty little titties groped. The look in his eyes told me what I had become to him, something to be played with. It was embarrassing enough to have him talk about my fat chest, but to have him talk about my titties -- it told me a lot.
But, what could I do? It had happened and God almighty, I loved it. All I could do was accept the new situation. I was now his toy. "I know," I said with a grin.. "You almost tore them off."
"Tore what off?" he asked.
"I'm not sure what you mean."
His eyes told me that tom wanted me to confirm my total submission to him. I looked at the floor, at the wall, out the window. He grabbed my chin and turned my face up to his. "Tell me! What did I almost tear off?"
"Tom..."
"Tell me!"
"You... you almost tore off my... my titties."
A nasty grin spread across his face. He squeezed my chin and made me look down at his cock. We both knew what was about to happen. And, with each bounce of his cock head, I got hotter. My ass was actually beginning to twitch as I imagined how it would feel getting fucked. Yeah, we knew what was going to happen and I was more than ready. I wanted it. Hell, at that point, I needed it. I needed his massive cock ramming deep inside me. I knew it was going to hurt, but it didn't matter.
"You know how nice your titties are? How good they feel?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, your mouth felt good, your titties felt good. Now-"
Fuck, why was he stalling? Why was he dragging it out? I knew where this was going, so I acted. This feeling was new to me, but it felt good to look him in the eyes and tell him, "I want you to take me. Fuck me. Fuck my -- pussy. Fill my pussy with your cum."
With that, Tom grabbed my hand and almost dragged me to the bedroom. Each step I took, I got hotter. The thought of his big cock in my ass was driving me wild. I needed a good fucking. As I passed a nightstand, I grabbed a jar of hand cream, probably a left over from his wife. I opened it and got a handful of the cream, then fell onto the bed. I rolled onto my back and smeared the cream over my ass and deep inside.
"Now, fuck me!" I shouted as I pulled my legs up to my chest. "Take me, hard! Come on you son-of-a-bitch, fuck my pussy. Make me your little girl."
He didn't need to be told twice. There wasn't any foreplay, no stretching my ass, no gentleness. He put his cock head against my tight opening, then rammed in until his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I screamed. I've never felt pain like that before. I actually thought I was being ripped apart. Tears streamed down my cheeks. But I loved it. "Oh, fuck me," I shouted. I heard words coming out of my mouth that I'd always associated with cheap women and sluts. "Fuck me. Fuck me, hard."
Tom leaned down, his face just inches from mine. "You like it like this, rough?"
"Oh, God, yes." I was grunting with each violent thrust into my guts. "Fuck...my...cunt. Fuck...me...hard...you... cock...master." As Tom was grinding, I pulled his nipples on his hard chest. That was all it took. He raised up, rammed one last time, deep into me. Then I felt his cock spasm. My hard cocked, long fucking, big balled man was cumming inside me.
My head was spinning as I babbled mindlessly. "You took me. My pussy. My cunt. You mother fucker, you came in me."
With that we were both pretty much spent. I stayed the night. He fucked me one more time and I sucked him off twice. In the morning, he told me how much he had needed it and how it made him feel better. I told him I liked and I left.
I spent the rest of the weekend trying to heal. My lips, tits and ass were very sore. Monday morning was strange. If I hadn't been still sore from having every inch of my body fucked, I would have thought nothing had happened. It was all business between Tom and me. No groping as he passed, not feeling my tits, no cock squeeze. The times he called me into his office, it was for business. Even when we were alone in his office, all business.
It was Wednesday afternoon before he even mentioned the weekend. Near the end of the day, I was walking by his office and he called me in. "I was thinking of your titties all day," he said.
It shocked me the way the comment had come out of nowhere. "I thought you'd lost interest."
"No, just keeping business and pleasure separate. But, tonight I'm going to have to see you. Seven o'clock."
There was no asking if I could be there. That was an order. "Sure," I said.
Tom pulled a small box out of his desk drawer and tossed it to me. "It's for this evening. Open it at home."
I nodded and left. At home, I pulled the box top off. Oh, shit, I thought as soon as I saw a very see through, very small bra. When I took the bra out, a note in the bottom caught eye. It was short, "Give yourself an enema before you come over."
The rules had been spelled out in capital letters. I was his little girl and I was going to be fucked all night. It was then I noticed I had a raging hardon. At 6:00, I gave myself an enema. After a long cleansing shit, I put the bra on, got dressed and left. You know, the bra actually felt good. I couldn't help it but I was rock hard and sticking straight out.
At Tom's door, he let me in after one knock. He closed the door and wasted no time. "Strip."
I undressed in seconds, except for the bra. Tom smiled. "I like the fit. Your titties fill the bra." He grabbed them and gently squeezed and stroked my tits. The silk bra felt great on my nipples and my cock responded.
"You like this, you want to get fuck?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You want to get fucked in your ass?"
He was in charge and was playing it for all it was worth. "Yes, I do," I said.
"Beg me to let you get fucked. Beg me to fill your mouth and your pussy with cock."
"Oh, please fill me. I want a cock in me, my mouth, my pussy, your cum. Give it to me. Please, Tom. Give it to me."
From behind me I heard another man's voice. "You're right, he is hot."
Before I could react, two hands grabbed my tits and squeezed. "His titties feel great. We're going to have fun tonight."
Tom grabbed my cock and dragged me into the bedroom. I didn't really want to go the bedroom, not with this new situation, but when a guy has you by the cock and is pulling very hard, it's difficult to say no. So, I went. I noticed a tube of KY Jelly on the night stand. They were ready for me. "Tom, I don't think I can do two of you. I've never-"
"Last weekend you'd never sucked a cock or gotten fucked, but you did those just fine." He turned to the other man, now acting as if I was just a piece of furniture, something to be used. "Jimmy, take his mouth first. He's pretty good."
Jimmy was already naked. I studied him. He was shorter and thinner then Tom. His cock was much smaller, but sticking straight out. Pre-cum was already dripping from his cock head.
By then, Tom was also naked. He put me on the bed, on my hands and knees. Jimmy positioned himself at my mouth and Tom at my ass. I felt warm KY Jelly being spread over my opening. In unison, they nodded at each other and rammed their cocks into me. I gasped at Tom's huge cock splitting my ass wide open. As I did, Jimmy's cock forced his way into my throat. I started gagging and choking. I wanted Jimmy to stop, but all he did was slap my head and tell me, "Don't gag. Keep those sweet young pussy lips tight."
I tried to complain, but all it got me way another slap on the side of my head and a warning, "Do you want to get the shit kicked out of you?"
I shook my head as much as I could, considered that I had it pinned to his groin, and grunted out, "No."
I tried, but, until I had adjusted to Tom's jack hammer pounding on my ass, I gasped at each of his thrusts into me. Each gasp let Jimmy's cock go deeper, which made me gag even more. Every time that happened, they each laughed. Their laughs made me feel cheap and used, but kinda good at the same time.
Within minutes, I had adjusted to the abuse giving to my ass and my mouth. In fact, I was loving it. They both hammered me. Then at once, both came. Tom's cock throbbed and began shooting cum into my gut. Jimmy then came. But before I could react, he ordered me, "Don't swallow yet. Keep it all in your mouth."
I think Jimmy must not have cum for days because his cum was like water out of a fire hose. I had to tilt my head back to keep it all in.
Then, the most humiliating thing happened, Jimmy and Tom pulled my mouth open and looked in. "Oh, Man, Jimmy, you really filled my boy up."
Jimmy put his fingers in my mouth and touched the back of my tongue. "Don't swallow," he told me. "Not yet."
As his fingers played around in my throat, I began gagging and almost spit it all out. Jimmy got right in my face and shouted, "Do not lose it, you sick fag!"
As Jimmy shouted, Tom pinched my tits so hard, I began crying.
Jimmy then put all his fingers in my mouth. As I was about to retch, he gave me the okay. "Swallow, fag boy. Swallow my cum, you sick cum eating fuck."
It was rough to get it all down with a hand playing with my throat, but I did. After that, I was spent, and luckily so were Jimmy and Tom. We all fell back on the bad. After a few minutes, Tom pulled me over to him. As he guided my mouth to his soft cock, he said, "I guess you can tell, you were not my first man."
"I figured that a long time ago," I said back to him.
"This is why my wife left me, she found me with Jimmy and nearly lost it."
"That must have been a shock to her."
"Yeah, I had Jimmy on all fours, he was screaming and bucking so loud we didn't hear her come in. The next day, she left."
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I guess that was a signal for Tom to get on with my sucking him off again because he pushed my face into his cock. By now, it seemed natural to get it into my mouth, so I took it and sucked him until he was hard again. As I started working it, Jimmy lifted my ass and rammed his cock in. With that, I was getting double fucked again.
By morning, we were all fucked out. But even though they had cum many times, I hadn't. I was rock hard. So, the last thing they had for me to do was to stand in front of them, naked, and jack off for them. I was stroking for all I was worth when each of them took one of my tits and squeezed. That sent me over the edge and I came. Tom caught my cum in a glass.
You can guess what happened next. They both laughed as they made me drink my own hot cum.
After that, several nights a week, Tom made me come over to his apartment. Everytime I did, it was either Tom doing me by himself, Jimmy and him doing me, or at times, he was throwing a party where I was the entertainment for everyone there. Those nights, I figured I would be getting fucked all night. But you know, despite always leaving his apartment sore, sometimes bleeding and always reeking of sweat, cum and piss, I loved every minute.
The parties when I was the nights fun for ten to fifteen fuck happy guys were always something to behold, but that really is for another story. Right now, Tom is standing right behind me, his hands are milking my titties and his hard cock is bouncing up and down. It's already dripping precum. So, I have other priorities on my mind. Time to get to work.