Ranch's Bitch By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com M/m/M+, rural, college, cock sucking, ass fucking, masturbation, cum eating, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination. Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Part 19
Author's note:
I need to make it clear again that the disclaimer above it's not there to make the text longer, it has a purpose. I say that this story is about reluctance and domination. This is not a love story. If you don't like this sort of story, please, don't keep reading. Some readers reached chapter 18 to realize that.
I've been busy but I'm rushing now to write and finish this story faster. It won't take too long to finish this story. The week in the ranch is about to end. Hope you enjoy it. And thank all of you who sent me e-mails, you couldn't make me happier.
I was looking over my shoulder, my hands still cuffed behind my back while I struggled not to fall with my knees firmly planted on the floor. Mark was smiling at me. So many times before, I had seen that same smile in much different situations. I remember he would give me that smile every time he scored a goal during our soccer matches. That was also the smile he'd show me whenever I made him a favour. It was like he was thanking me or showing his appreciation and satisfaction. Now he was doing the same, but the situation was completely different. He was probably satisfied because he had penetrated my asshole with his cock. That was simply unbelievable, and my wide-opened eyes translated my thoughts. My agony seen through my eyes contrasted with his lusty smile. I wanted to say something, or even better, I wanted to get away from there but Brian, sitting right in front of me, wouldn't let me speak or move. He grabbed my face with his hands and turned it towards him, more specifically, towards his hard and saliva-covered dick that I've been trying to deepthroat before. He was clear when he said I couldn't move or protest because before that I had to finish sucking his dick. I don't need to suck anything' I though. He can take this cock and go to hell with it. I will get away from here and no one is gonna stop me'
Mark knew me better than Brian and he was aware that I would probably stand up and get out of there. So this was exactly when he laid down his body over mine; his chest touched my tied hands and back. He surrounded my body with his arms and stopped his hips from moving. His cock was deep inside me and the warmth of his body made me hot. I could feel the hair in his chest rubbing against my back and his unshaved face touching my neck like sandpaper. Even Brian stopped his hands that until then were trying to make me go down on his shaft. Everything seemed strange because I wasn't expecting any of that. I thought they'd start using me like a cheap whore, but they didn't, or at least, Mark didn't let it happen. His dick inside my hole wasn't pleasing at all, on the contrary, I felt like there was an intruder in my ass, something that wasn't supposed to be there. I needed to get his cock out of me, but then I felt his hands caressing my chest. His unshaved face against my neck and his warm breath invading my left ear. I've told Mark once how anyone could drive me nuts by licking or simply whispering in my ears. And, so he did:
"Calm down, And. There's no need to panic. I told you I'm just trying to help you" Mark's warm breath touched my ear and gave me goose bumps. My muscles relaxed and Mark took the chance to penetrate me deeper. I was so relaxed I didn't feel his last and deepest thrust inside of me. "I know it's weird to know you have a dick in your ass, but I didn't know what else to do to reach your G-spot. My fingers ain't long enough and I can't feel anything with the dongs. Can you feel it?"
I haven't thought about it yet, but gradually I could indeed feel something different inside of me. He had touched it before with his fingers, but now it was different. He was moving his hips very slowly and his dick was very gently caressing my prostate. Mark used a surgical precision to find my `G-spot' and then stimulated it with his hard cock. He moved one hand away from my chest and put it around my wrists, quickly removing the handcuffs that had me restrained. I used my now free hands to support my body, getting on my fours. I could run, I could say I didn't want that, but Mark changed my mind. My dick was trembling inside my straps and when I squeezed my hole I realized for the first time how my prostate could give me pleasure, but not the same pleasure I'd feel when I jerked off. It felt somehow as if I was being masturbated from the inside. My cock wasn't being touched but precum was being squeezed straight from my balls.
"Why don't you put your mouth on this big cock in front of you again? It'd be easier for me to know if you're enjoying what I'm doing with you. If you suck it good, I'll know you're having a good time. Just give it a try, I swear you'll like it" Mark's whisper on my ear was taking me out of my mind. I think I could do everything he asked me to.
In the meantime, Brian was stroking his cock right next to my face. I looked up and saw his blue eyes staring at me. His tongue was touching his upper lip as if he said I should use my lips and tongue to suck him again. I opened my mouth and engulfed his dick. As soon as I did it, Brian and Mark apparently woke up from the trance that slowed them down for a couple minutes and everything started to change. Mark raised his body and now held my waist with his two hands, preparing to speed up the movement of his hips. Brian found my head with his hands again, but this time he didn't push me down. He was waiting for me to deepthroat him willingly, I knew I wouldn't do that but Brian definitely thought differently.
Mark wasn't so worried about hammering his cock more passionately and forcefully inside of me, and I noticed he was still aiming for my prostate. His cock head was rubbing it with every motion he made inside of me. Now I could hear the sound of his crotch slapping against my butt and it was becoming louder and faster. His movements were taking me out of my mind, and when he changed the short slow fuck for a long faster one, I realized I couldn't hold it anymore. My mouth opened and as I didn't have anything to bite or hold to, I put Brian's dick inside of it. My own cock was now wet and leaking a lot of precum that has been stuck in my balls for too long, drenching the jockstrap that I was still wearing. As Mark long dicked me, I tried to have more of Brian's cock inside of my mouth and he couldn't be happier. His hands grabbed my hair and suddenly started to pull it up and then push it down past my throat.
"I like my bitches like this. The two holes filled, while the bitch shows a lot of passion when taking the cocks" Brian said when he got his mouth closer to my ear. "But I like it rough too. Don't take me wrong. I don't care too much about the whole idea that the bitch is getting off by being fucked, but honestly, I think my pleasure is the only one that matters here. I got the cock and you got the holes, I'm the boss and you're the slut. The sooner you understand this, the easier it will be for you"
Brian was taking advantage of the situation. In other occasions – when I didn't have Mark's cock driving me crazy – I wouldn't allow Brian to talk to me like that. But what could I say when I felt like I could cum at any moment. The tricky part of getting off from prostate stimulation is that we don't know exactly when it will happen. I thought it could happen at any moment, my dick responded to the stimuli by leaking precum but no orgasm in sight. Sometimes, I felt that was the moment, I'd explode and drench the thick fabric of the straps with white and gooey cum, but it didn't happen. Over and over again I'd feel like that but nothing happened. It was as if I was edging involuntarily. When Brian whispered those nasty words in my ear, I was thinking more about my orgasm than anything he had to tell me. His dick entered my throat and I didn't gag, probably because I wasn't thinking about it. All my energies were concentrated on my prostate and the thick cock that was sliding in and out of my ass. Brian knew he had to take control of me and use me as he wished because maybe I'd never let him do that again.
At the same time, Mark was getting bolder and taking the risk of pissing me off for good, but lust is really beyond our rational understanding. We are just not ourselves when lust takes over. We go with the flow and leave the regrets for later. He slapped my ass once, twice, and then so many more times I lost count. Maybe he allowed himself to do that because I responded to his hands slapping my ass by going deeper on Brian's cock. I had it inside my mouth and I didn't want to get up to breath. Brian, however, surprised me when he pulled my head out of his dick till he had me looking at him.
"Tell us how much you love being fucked, bitch"
Would lust make me say that? I had a little portion of reason still kicking in from time to time but it wasn't enough to bring me back to my senses. Brian's demanding blue eyes, his wet dick touching my chest and Mark's dick now fucking me insanely were more than enough to make me do or say anything they wanted. As I said, I could (and would) regret it later, but not at that moment.
"I... love... being... fucked" I said at every thrust of Mark's cock inside of me.
"Do you still think you like pussy, fagboy? Or do you finally acknowledge you were born to take dick?" Brian wanted to ask more, and he could ask me anything he wanted. How could I deny something that was so obvious?
"I was... born to... take cocks" I did say cock in the plural. With that, I wasn't saying I was gay or liked guys, I was accepting my role as a dickwhore, a slut, a cheap bitch. I didn't want to date a guy and make love with him, I wanted dicks (in the plural) filling my holes and making me happy.
"What do you think of my cock? Look at him!" Brian moved my head towards his saliva-drenched cock. "Tell him how much you love him"
What the hell? Now he wanted me to start a conversation with his dick? Mark's cock touched my G-spot and it made me moan like a whore.
"I love you" I said at once, not exactly thinking about the meaning of those words.
"Great, bitch. But words ain't enough. You have to prove it with action. And I'm not saying only now. We want you to be a full-time whore. Do you understand me?"
Of course I understood him, but I wasn't thinking straight. Well, I was everything but straight at that moment. If he wanted me to agree with him, I'd agree with him. However, I couldn't imagine what a bad decision it was to say that "Yes".
"Yes what, bitch?"
"I'll... be your... BITCH" that bitch was preceded by a fast and full penetration of Mark's dick inside of my hungry hole.
"Whenever we want?" Brian asked again. For the first time, I had a glimpse of what I was saying. Whenever they wanted could be a lot of time. It could involve doing humiliating things in front of other people. It could involve more guys using me. But on my knees, and two dicks using me to get off, I couldn't simply say no.
"Yes..." I mumbled not so certain of what that could represent to me. I couldn't think of all the possible situations in the future that would made me regret that.
"Yes WHAT, BITCH?" he yelled but not loud enough to wake me up.
"I'll be... your bitch... whenever... whenever you want"
Maybe those were the words that sealed my destiny. I signed a verbal contract that took my right to be a man from me, and transformed me into a bitch born to be used by real men.
"Great. So, this is how you start. Suck my cock and make me cum inside your throat. I want you to remember this moment forever. Coz you'll never be the same again after this"
And he couldn't be more right. I took his cock and put it inside my mouth again. I think I was learning how to suck a cock properly because Brian wasn't giving me orders anymore. Every now and then he'd control my head with his hands but for the most of the time he let me do as I wanted. That wasn't so bad as I thought, and cocks seemed much better than any pussy in the world. I could take it and that could get me off.
For once more, I thought I'd cum but I imagined it would be another false alarm. However, it wasn't.
`Damn, I'm cumming' my mind yelled at me.
And then my body shook and trembled as if I had been struck by a lightening. My body was collapsing and Mark certainly felt my hole squeezing his dick. Immediately, he took it out of me and I felt his cum wetting my back. In my mouth, Brian came too. But he didn't want to have his cum inside of my belly. Well, part of it went straight to my stomach, but he saved many spurts to my mouth and face. I had cum all over me, in my jockstrap, my back, face and hair. I imagine I was looking like a statue of wax. And that's when the regret kicked in. It was this fast. I woke up from my lust and realized what I had just done.
`Damn, damn, damn! What have I done?' I thought desperately.
Brian wasn't holding my head and Mark didn't have his hands on my waist. So I got up and ran towards the door. Sunlight at last. I had to run and disappear. Cum was running down my body and that disgusted me. `It can't be true'. I thought I had to go to the lake to clean up myself. I passed cross the tent and the bush that separated us from the water. In no time, I immersed myself there, from head to toes. I wish I could've stayed there forever but I had to get out to breathe. I stood up again, cum was sticking to my body, I needed a brush. I turned myself to the shore, aware that I had to do something to get rid of the cum, its smell and taste. But, things would never be that easy for me.
In front of me, as if he had appeared out of nowhere, I saw Ted. He looked at me in disbelief.
"What the hell happened to you?"
`I don't know. What happened to me?' I thought, aware that my nightmare had just begun.
End of part 19
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