On Being A Toy

By chuck scott

Published on Feb 25, 2006

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This is pure fiction. If you enjoy stories of man/man domination, I hope you like this. If you do not or if this kind of story offended you, stop here. If you really like it, feel free to drop me a line -- tell me what you liked. Finally, if the story brought back a memory, from either side of the action, PLEASE write me and give me details. nwbare2003@yahoo.com

*************************************************************** I am a toy, his toy.

At first I fought that realization -- the realization that I was Bob's sex toy. He would use me or not use me, in whatever way he wished. At first, as I felt myself getting pulled into the whole process, I tried to fight it. But I soon realized that I couldn't fight it. His power simply over-whelmed me. Not just physically, but emotionally. The first time he touched, I loved it. I loved when he grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth to his cock. It was almost rape, but as he used me, I came.

Even more shocking -- until that point, I hadn't even considered myself gay. But, as he stood in front of me, naked with the head of his cock right in front of me, at face level, he looked so good. His cock bounced with each breath he took. It mesmerized me to such an extent -- maybe I was gay. Maybe it went further. Maybe, just maybe, I was a slut, a total, submissive, cock loving whore.

Since the very first time he used me and forced himself onto and into me, I have been addicted to his cock. The excitement of seeing my man, naked with his cock up and hard. The way he puts his cock in my mouth, making me take it. The chills that surge through my body as he makes me open wide and I give my mouth to him. I love the feel of his hard shaft, covered in that velvety skin. The way he grabs my head and begins to pump, it all drives me crazy with raw lust.

I need every inch of his cock. As I suck him, I look into his eyes as he stares down at me. At that moment, I am his, totally. His toy, or even more to the point, his pet. The power he exudes as he knows he can use me, use my mouth, for whatever pleasure he wants - it leaves me weak.

But, how did I get to this point?

One afternoon, I went to his apartment because I'd heard that he had a tv he wanted to sell. So, I knocked on his door. He smiled when I entered and sat on the couch.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.

"Naw,"I said. "I just came by to see if you still had that tv for sale. I really want it."

His smile widened. "I've seen you around the pool for a while. I've seen you as you watched me. You're damn right, you do want it."

"I'm not sure what you mean, I came about the tv."

He stood right in front of me, then loosened his pants.

I tried to get up and leave.

"Sit back down," he ordered. There was a force to his voice that pushed me back down. He continued to slowly undo his pants.

"Bob," I said, as he slipped his shorts down to his knees. I tried to sound forceful, but my voice was so weak that it belied any attempt to appear angry or upset. "What are you doing? I'm not... I'm not gay."

His hard cock sprung from his jeans. Pre-cum glistened from the large head. After that weak attempt to stop him, he silently slipped of his shirt. His firm chest was fantastic with hard nipples atop muscular pecs. I guess my _expression gave away my feelings because Bob, stepped toward me. He stopped when his hard cock was only inches from my mouth.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"What? Louder. Do you like my cock near your mouth?"

"Yes," I almost shouted. "Yes, I love it. I want it, please." I heard myself becoming a cartoon character of everything I had thought being gay meant. I was about to suck a cock, or worse yet, be mouth fucked, and I was almost crying with happiness.

"Now, you. Take off your shirt. I want to play with your tits."

I lifted my shirt over my head. Before I could throw it on the floor, he had grabbed both of my nipples and pinched. Waves of the most intense pain and excitement I'd ever felt rushed through my body. I almost passed out. "Oh, my God," was all I could say. I kept repeating it as long as he pinched me. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

Then he gave me what I hadn't know I needed. He took home of my head and slipped his warm, silky smooth cock through my lips. In seconds, it was into my throat. Over the course of the next few minutes, he had me suck him, he fucked my mouth and he jacked himself off with my head. He used me and he loved being in charge. And, I loved being his toy.

At one point, just to drive home how much he dominated me, he rammed his cock deep into my throat, then pinched my nose shut. Just before I panicked, he let go. I sucked in air as he shot his cum down my throat.

That was how it all began, only two months ago. Since that time, I have been used in nearly every possible way. If it was something that would humiliate me, he did it. If it drove home how much he totally dominated, he did it. If it hurt me, he did it. One of his favorite nights is to put clothes pins over my body -- all over. Then he would make me jack off in my hand and eat my cum.

That's my history as his sex toy. It's how I got to his bedroom, on that evening.

I walked into the bedroom, naked. It was dark, illumintaed by only one single light in the corner. A rubber sheet covered the bed. As my eyes got accustomed to the dim light, something on the table caught my attention. "Oh, shit," I said when I recognized a dildo. A large, very long, very thick dildo.

He opened the bedroom door and I saw him. He was naked. In his hand was a bottle of baby oil. He walked up to me and without a word, pushed me down on the bed. As I sat in front of him, my cock snapped straight up. With my reaction, his eyes lit up. He smiled, an almost mean smile.

"Lay back," he ordered as he tossed the bottle of oil to me. "Spread it over yourself. Every inch."

I did as he ordered. I oiled my chest, cock and most of all, my ass. He watched as I spread my ass and stuck three oily fingers in.

"More," he barked out.

I shoved a fourth finger into my ass. He got what he wanted when I grimaced.

After I finished, he lowered himself onto me. His hard cock and muscular body was even more sexy as his oiled skin slipped over me. Wordlessly, he lifted my legs and spread them wide, then slipped his cock into me. Still without speaking, or even breathing heavily, he fucked me until he came.

He remained poised over me, for a moment, then he spun me on the now well oiled rubber sheet, until his cock was at my mouth. Again, without a word, he drove his hardening cock deep into my mouth. He became fully hard as he pumped in and out.

I had learned long ago, not to do anything without him first telling me, so I still had my legs up and spread. My eyes were fixed on his balls as they swung back and forth, so I didn't see him reach for the dildo. Before I could prepare myself, he rammed that huge toy into me with one mighty push. All I could do was let out a cock-muffled scream. But, my protest made it worse. As I tried to scream, it just opened my throat, for an even more violent fucking.

My ass was being literally ripped apart. I was gagging and choking with each thrust. He mouth fucked me harder and deeper as he increased his force on the dildo. He repeatedly pulled the dildo all the way out, then drove it in with as much force as he could.

That violent abuse went on for several minutes, until he raised up, let out a deep groan and filled my mouth with another load of cum.

I was about to swallow, but stopped me. "Hold it in your mouth. Do not swallow."

I did as I was told. It was difficult because my mouth was full. And I knew I had better not let even a small drop of his cum slip out from between my lips.

"You like it?" he asked.

He wanted me to try to talk, wanted me to struggle to keep his cum in my mouth.

I nodded.

Then he tilted my head back and slipped his fingers into my mouth. His fingers explored every inch of my mouth. I gagged as he reached down my throat. "Don't lose it," he ordered.

I sputtered, but kept his cum in my mouth.

My eyes were watering, but through the tears, I saw a sadistic, mean _expression on his face.

He had a smile that made me feel absolutely worthless.

When I thought I couldn't take anymore, he put his entire hand in my mouth and said, "Now, swallow, bitch."

I did as well as I could and got all of his cum into my stomach. He jerked his hand out of my mouth and pushed me back on my back. I ached and stretched out to let my muscles rest.

Bob stood, then opened the bedroom door. I man I had never seen before entered. He looked like a football player, a defensive lineman. He was huge, maybe 300 pounds. He had a large belly and massive shoulders.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Shut up," the stranger said. "Bob owed me money, so he gave you to me."

"Bob, what's going-"

"Shut up!" Bob shouted. "Get your ass dressed, you little whore. Get the fuck out of here, I'm done with you."

The stranger jerked me out of bed and threw my clothes at me. I got dressed and as the large stranger lead me out of Bob's apartment, Bob grabbed my shoulder. "Take care of yourself," he said in my ear. "He's gonna be rough."

My heart stopped as the stranger pulled me into the hallway

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