Day 2. Cherry harvest
Average reading time: 25 minutes.
Fucking hell! I cannot believe what's just happened! It's fucking outrageous and I have got to find a way to escape this fucking hellhole. This isn't what I signed up for.
Everything started out okay, in fact in some ways I'm still on cloud nine from last night. At about 6pm Marcus came to my room and told me it was time to get ready. I was obviously nervous - I mean this was going to be my first time for god's sake - but somehow Marcus made it all remarkably straightforward and put me at my ease.
Step by step he showed me how to get ready. A lot of this stuff I kinda knew from the internet - how to douche and the like - but I didn't know just how thorough you have to be. Marcus says it was a good idea to really clean myself out as `you never know what might happen'. Of course, that's the last thing I would have wanted, so even though it took a while, I religiously followed his advice. The bathroom had some special equipment I'd never seen before. An enema hose with a special nozzle on the end that had a bunch of LEDs in it - it literally lit up guiding a path to my ass. Marcus said it may have seemed over the top, but every little helped, right?
He also said it was a good idea to squeeze a little bit of lube inside of me to throughly coat my asshole. I said that surely the top would normally do that? He seemed non-fussed and replied that he just wanted me to have the best experience possible and that loads of bottoms did it before sex to help make it as enjoyable for both parties. I certainly didn't want to let my cherry-taking top down, so I thought what the hell and did it. "That's it, push the lube in nice and deep" said Marcus as he watched.
He then left me with the details of the man I was about to sleep with: Carl. I was a bit surprised as I thought I was going to be able to choose from a range of guys myself, but Marcus said the school had specially selected Carl based on my needs and requirements on my application form. "Don't worry, he'll do you right" Marcus said with a smile in his eyes.
Once again, he'd put my mind to rest. And I've got to say that the school seemed to have made a damn good choice.
If you wanted to have a memorable first time, then Carl seemed to be everything you'd want in a top. He looked to be in his early 30s, taller than me at 6' 1" and also a lot more muscly. Not in a gym-fit way though, but more naturally fit. Like he'd made those muscles the hard way, by using them everyday. He was darkly handsome too; brown eyes and hair, and most of the photos showed him with a four or five day beard. They also showed that he was quite hairy all over, a thick pelt of fur that somehow accentuated his broad chest and big arms. It was all quite animalistic, but I liked that. Oddly there wasn't a single photo of him naked, though he seemed to fill out his jeans pretty well. I guess a bit of mystery is a good thing but I hoped he wasn't too big as I knew from my sister's rubber dick that I was pretty tight back there.
Marcus told me to have a shower and that he'd lay out some clothes for me to wear, then he'd come back and take me to meet Carl.
Jesus, the clothes were slutty! All of my own clothes had disappeared though so I had no choice. Putting them on made me start having serious second thoughts... A pair of knee length white socks with a thick red and blue stripe at the top. A ridiculously small pair of low rise tan shorts that seemed to hug my butt like a second skin (no underwear by the way). And a thin powder blue t-shirt that must have been a size or two small and barely came down to my navel. I felt like white trash, like I was being pimped out or something.
I complained when Marcus let himself back in to my locked room. "Stop fussing, you look great! I haven't seen such a hot rookie in ages. And besides, you want Carl to like you, don't you? He likes a bit of boy-bait, and you've got that written all over you."
Before I could even stop to question his words -- boy-bait? -- I was hustled out the door and down a maze of corridors to Carl's room. My stomach felt as if it were in my mouth as my nervous heart beat faster. Marcus knocked, opened the door and nudged me in. With trepidation, I slowly stepped into the room, knowing I was about to be changed forever.
My first thoughts were of a log cabin; wood, warmth, fire, the smell of smoke, fur, and a deep, comfortable looking bed to one side. But it was the man standing by the fireplace that really caught my attention: Carl. He looked even bigger and more handsome in real life. Tall, tanned, composed, relaxed in his own skin - the exact opposite of what I was feeling. And the exact opposite of what I wearing too. I had been made to look like the inexperienced boy that I was, and yet he was dressed as all man. A simple dark navy t-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and arms, tight black leather jeans and knee-high engineering boots.
To be honest, I was both deeply intimidated and darkly drawn to him at the same time. This was the man that was going to take me over the threshold of being an adult? I couldn't quite believe it. He must have sensed my conflicted feelings as he beckoned me closer towards him. As the door swung shut and automatically locked behind me, he held out his hand in open invitation.
"Don't worry" he said, "this is what you're here to do. It's going to be just fine." And somehow as I took his hand it was fine. His touch sent a pulse of excitement through my body and for the first time I felt my dick stir in my shorts. He drew me closer and I became aware of the smell of leather and fresh sweat; his smell. He could sense that I was beginning to forget my nerves and instead focus on him.
He drew me closer and wrapped his big arms around my slight body. The hug was exactly what I needed, reaching down deep into my core. His warmth melted away my tension, his touch make me feel that I was safe, that nothing bad would happen whilst I was with him. He whispered gently in my ear, "enjoy yourself boy, everything that I do is going to be for your own good."
He briefly squeezed my body before releasing and pushing me a step back. "Now, take a good look at me, appreciate the man who's going to start your sexual awakening." And so I did, taking in every detail, from the stubble reaching down his neck to his thick leather belt, which held up trousers that dauntingly bulged out in front of him.
"Now, feel my body. Slowly. Take your time. Start from my shoulders and work your way down. Feel the strength of my arms and the size of my chest..." He was firm, taut and muscled. I could sense the power inside of him. By this time my dick was naturally straining inside of my insanely tight shorts, and in my lust I make a move towards his bulging crotch, eager and yet scared to find out what was inside. "No" he said firmly as he brushed my hand away. "Did I say you could touch my dick? If you're going to do well tonight you've got to listen, boy. Now, keep moving down."
I did as he said, feeling his giant corded thighs behind the warm leather of his jeans. By this time I had lowered myself onto my knees and it took a moment to realise that I was in a position of devotion and subjugation to him. I looked up and I realised he had gotten me exactly where he must have wanted me; my head directly level with his bulge.
Without breaking eye contact, he released his belt and snicked the top button of his fly open. Holding his palms expectantly at his sides, he raised an eyebrow and said "now boy".
I took the invitation and reached up to pull his zipper down and spread open the front of his jeans. Jesus Christ! All of my senses were assaulted as I realised that this there is is no way that this was going to be an easy introduction to gay sex, it couldn't be! His leather jeans have been hiding a gigantic package under the fabric of a very taut and ripe jockstrap. I could feel the heat of his dick as my hands brushed against it to open his fly... I could smell his funk as I released his jock, an intoxicating blend of leather and ball sweat... And finally, hidden behind the worn and tired fabric, I could see the thickness and length of what had to be a truly giant dick. I could even make out the line of his bulbous helmet. Just how big was his dick if I could see both it's shaft and flared head under the tight constraining fabric?!
"You like?" Carl said. It broke me out of my reverence and I audibly gulped. There was no way that this... thing was going to fit inside of me. It was fucking huge and not even hard yet! Carl seemed to know exactly the fear going through my head, after all, he must have seen the same facial expression on countless guys before me.
"Don't worry boy, we're going to take this nice and gentle. I'm going to open you up and before you know it, you'll come to love the size of my junk. You certainly won't forget it. Why don't you touch it? No, through the jockstrap and not with your hands... Tell you what? Why don't you bury your face inside my crotch?"
Almost on auto-pilot, I moved my head towards Carl's junk. He evidently felt I was moving too slowly though, as he used his hands to push me deep into his sweaty jock. The smell was rich, so thick that I felt I could have bitten chunks off and eaten them. The heat made my face go rosy, but above all I could feel the sheer girth of his giant shaft. I don't know whether he was doing it deliberately, but I could feel his dick pulsing, as if he was doing kegels. Big as it was, it still felt soft and fleshy, as if it a lot more growing to do.
"See? How could you possibly fear my meat? It may be big, but you've got to admit it feels good, right?" And somehow it did, the heat, warmth and size felt so natural next to my mouth that I felt as if I belonged. Suddenly I felt dampness on my cheek and, alarmed, I tried to pull away to see what it was. Carl wouldn't let me go through. "Calm down boy, that's just my pre-fuck oozing onto your face. I tend to leak a lot, so don't be afraid. In fact, it's a good sign. Shows my cock wants you."
As the smell of his pre-cum added to the lust-fuelled miasma around my head, I felt relief and excitement that this man genuinely wanted me. That this wasn't just a job but that it meant something to him. He was beginning to draw me in.
A moment later he released my head from his crotch and guided my eyes to look at his. For the first time in what felt like hours I could see his face. He was staring at me intently, the corner of his lips curling upwards. I felt myself flinching away at the sheer naked desire in his look.
He pulled me onto to my feet and he paused to take a good look at his pleasure for the evening. He took in my overly small and baby blue t-shirt, the ridiculously low-waisted and tight shorts, the white sport socks climbing my shins. His large hands reached behind me to cop a feel of my bum. He must have liked what he felt, as he seemed to growl with satisfaction.
Moments later his hands were lifting off his t-shirt, his fur giving his chest a halo of soft light in the glow from the fire. I suddenly felt intimidated by his sheer size. Even though he was only a couple of inches taller than me, his presence seemed to tower over me as he pulled my own t-shirt over my head.
"Shorts next boy, but keep your socks on" he told me. I reluctantly started to undo the button fly and let my shorts fall down my legs. It was a relief to free my aching dick from the tight fabric, but somehow my overwhelming feeling was that this was the point of no return. I was desperate to lose my virginity, but come the moment I was suddenly scared and slightly in awe of the man in front of me. Carl seemed to sense my hesitation because he immediately picked me up and carried me over to the bed.
"Don't worry Bobby, there's no going back but everything is going to be just fine" he said, sitting me on the edge and telling me to turn around onto my hands and knees, facing away from him. "That's it, arch your back and present your ass to me like a good boy". I could sense that he took this moment to release his dick from it's jock strap prison (though I didn't hear him take his jeans off). I could also sense him kneeling behind me. And then I suddenly felt his hands separating my arse cheeks. "Now... time to get you warmed up, boy."
With that I suddenly felt something wet and firm. Carl was licking my hole! I obviously knew about rimming, but I never dreamt it could feel this good! It was electrifying, with every lick and push of his tongue I could feel my toes curl. I cried out with pleasure. "My god! Please keep going Sir, that feels amazing!" (I have no idea where the Sir came from, it just slipped out of my mouth. Somehow it felt right though.)
Carl seemed to double down in the intensity of his pleasure attack on my hole. I could feel his firm and playful tongue getting deeper inside of me, and the sensation of his soft stubble scratching me made the experience even more head-spinning. My body was shuddering with pleasure and I kept on moaning and giving my thanks to Carl, hoping he would never stop.
He pulled back, laughing and said "you like that boy?" I cried out that I did, I really did. I hoped he was just taking a breath for air but moments later I felt a different sensation. It can only have been his fingers as I felt him gently probing at the entrance to my ass. Whether it was his saliva, the lube that I still hoped was lining my insides, or just how well he'd warmed me up, but his finger tips seemed to be sliding in remarkably easily.
All the while my cock was ridiculously hard and trickling precum onto the bed. At one particularly intense moment I reached round to touch it, but my hand was immediately flicked away. "Did I say you could touch your dick boy?" Carl asked. I immediately apologised and removed my hand. It definitely felt as if Carl was in control of exactly how much pleasure I got and not me.
For the next ten minutes or so he alternated between his magic fingers and his amazing tongue. When he wasn't licking me out he was probing me with his fingers incessantly. It seemed after a while that the balance shifted and he was using his fingers more and more, perhaps with some extra lube he'd put on his hands? All I knew was that he had opened me up far more easily than my sister's rubber dicks ever had. I felt truly ready and receptive.
All the while he was using his fingers he was talking to me, spurring me on. Asking me whether I wanted to get fucked.
"I want to be the first one to fuck you because I want you to remember your cherry being taken long after we're done. Now... do you want me to fuck you?"
I cried out yes but seemingly it wasn't enough for Carl. I could sense but not see that he was now standing up. The moment must be coming soon. Even though I wanted it I suddenly realised just how vulnerable this position was; Carl was in control and could do anything he wanted to me. I needed to be fucked though, this was the moment.
"I want to stretch you open with my big dick because I want you to know what it feels like to have a man inside of you. Tell me, do you want to be fucked?"
"Yes, yes!" I cried out. "I want to feel you inside of me. Please Sir, please fuck me!" His fingers were getting more and more incessant, pushing deeper inside of me.
"I want to turn your tight little hole into a sloppy pussy because I want you to fulfil your true destiny in life. Tell me, do you want to be cunted?"
Wait, what--?
I suddenly felt a searing pain in my ass and forget everything but the fire in my hole. I screamed in pain. I realised later that Carl had thrust the entire length of his cock forward into my arse in one brutal movement, all whilst pulling my body backwards to spear me onto his dick. I was totally impaled on his cock and it felt agonisingly huge. He'd split me in half.
"Motherfucker!" I cried out in pain. "Take it out, take it out! It's too fucking big! Oh please Sir, please take it out. I can't fucking take it."
"Not a chance boy. You scream and cry all you want, lets me know I'm doing a good job. I did say you were never going to forget this moment... Will you? Will you forget the moment you first felt my big dick inside of you?" replied Carl.
Tears were streaming down my face. It was all I could do to shake my head from side to side. No, I thought. I'll never forget the moment you fucking tricked me and shoved your entire dick inside of me in one savage thrust. No, I don't think I'll ever forget the fucking agony I'm in right now either. I tried once more to get Carl to release me - I struggled and tried to draw away from his hands and cock but he was having none of it.
"Stay still boy. You're here to get fucked and you haven't been fucked yet. Sure, I've harvested your cherry, but that's not the same as fucking you. Trust me, just like pulling a plaster off, going balls deep on the first thrust is the easiest way... All the boys I cunt say so. Eventually. Just breathe deep, you'll get used to it. I'm going to stay right here until you adjust to me being inside you."
The fucker wasn't making it any easier for me though. I could feel him flexing his dick inside of my hole, his girth doing the seemingly impossible of feeling bigger with every pulse. At this point I had still never actually seen Carl's dick, just felt it inside of me. It had looked huge inside of his jock, now I was skewered my mind was running wild at just how big it must be. If I was in this much agony, it must be fucking gigantic.
Slowly I felt the worse of the pain passing and the full enormity of what had just happened hit me... I would never get my virginity back. Sure, I had been looking forward to losing it, but I didn't realise it was going to be taken from me so violently. And I suddenly realised that I had no idea whether Carl was wearing a rubber or not! He can't be, as there hadn't been a moment's pause since us moving to the bed. Damn!
"Are you ready boy, as it's time for me to start fucking you?" I was still too shell shocked to respond. He must have taken no answer as a yes though as he slowly started to pull his dick back. Thank god for the lube that Marcus had suggested I put deep inside of me, otherwise half my rectum would have been pulled back with his cock!
The fire in my ass slowly calmed down, and amazingly Carl became more gentle too. He talked me through what he was doing. Explaining that he was withdrawing a couple of inches in and out, going slowly, helping me to get used to the feeling of the invader inside of me. He explained that the constant flow of cock sap from his leaking dick would help lube me up some more and I just had to be patient. In all this time not once did the entirety of his cock leave my ass. Part of him was always inside of me, always `using my hole' as he said.
I asked him what he meant by this... and just what the fuck he meant when he'd said he wanted to turn my `tight little hole into a sloppy pussy'?! I couldn't believe Carl had even thought it, let alone said it. I was here to lose my virginity, not to be turned into some kind of sex freak.
"Oh, don't take it too seriously boy, it's just a figure of speech" he replied. "Besides using your sweet hole gives me pleasure, and that's what tight little bottoms like you are born for. You do want to give me pleasure, right?"
And I couldn't deny that yes, I did want to. As he slowly built up the pace and his stroke depth I could feel myself getting hard again. The epic pain of his first entry was turning into exquisite pleasure. Not least that I was on a high of no longer being a virgin. I had finally done it!
I could feel Carl building up his speed. Anxious for him not to shoot inside of me, I asked him to warn me before he came.
"Sure thing boy! Plenty of warning. Now get back to taking my cock!"
By this time he had grabbed my hands, crossed my arms over behind me and held them against my back. My face and upper body were mashed into the bed and he was slamming his body into mine. Amazingly he was still wearing his jeans, and every so often the end of his belt buckle would painfully slap my arse.
Nothing could stop the feelings inside of my hole though. To feel Carl fucking me felt like nothing I'd experienced before, and I was completely lost in the moment. So this, this, was what it was like to be fucked! For all the size of his dick - perhaps because of the size of his dick - I was totally into it. Carl's pleasure was my pleasure. I was being used and I was loving it. I got completely carried away and couldn't help but cry out "please Sir, fuck me! Fuck my boyhole, use me!" I have no idea where that language came from.
Both our bodies shook with the force of his fucking and I could sense that Carl was getting close. The constant pummelling of my prostate by his monster dick had meant that I had felt on the brink of orgasm forever.
"Gonna cum!" Carl shouted. I expected him to pull out but he didn't. "Take it bitch" he cried, and with a particularly brutal volley of thrusts he shot his load deep inside of me. I swear that I could feel his dick like a pump-action shot gun in my hole, his shaft pulsating with each shot, firing his spunk deep inside of me. Amazingly, those last few moments of extra hard pounding took me over the edge too and I swear we both came at the same time - me completely hands free.
Carl released my arms and collapsed on top of me, his body engulfing mine. His upper body was hot and drenched in sweat, the thick leather of his jeans warm against my legs. His dick was still hard and stretching my hole, his thick load basting my insides. I felt both proud and ashamed of what had just happened. Proud that I had finally lost my virginity, but also ashamed that it had been taken from me so forcibly. And that part of me had enjoyed it so much.
"You did really well, you took it like you were born to it. How does it feel to have lost your cherry, boy?" asked Carl.
"Unbelievable" I replied, hedging my words. "I'll remember it forever." I paused for a long moment before saying "you said you were going to warn me before you came."
"I did warn you, boy. That doesn't mean I wasn't gonna cum in your ass, that's what holes are there for. Why else would I fuck you?"
I couldn't quite believe what Carl had just said and he must have detected the sudden stiffness in my body. He squeezed me and said "don't be silly kid, you were great! I just get carried away sometimes when there's a hot hole in front of me. You should be proud of what you've got."
As I lay pinned onto the bed by Carl, his softening but still giant cock in my ass, I thought about what he said. Maybe I was thinking about sex all wrong? Should I be proud of my hole? I mean it had just taken an insanely punishing fuck from a man that seemingly would put a horse to shame. Surely that's got to be worth something? But what would that make me?
I didn't have a chance do any more thinking before Carl said "ready for round two?" Fuck. There was going to be a round two? I really wasn't sure I could cope.
He pulled away and released me from his hold. By which I mean I finally felt his dick leave my ass. But somehow it didn't. Christ, he had been inside of me for so long that it felt as if he was still there, like he had imprinted a copy of his dick in my hole, like some weird phantom dick! What state my hole must be in right now to feel like that? Fucking tender, that's for sure.
I slowly turned over onto my front and saw that he was already off the bed, with his back turned and finally taking off his boots and leather jeans. His body looked just as impressive from behind, his thighs like tree trunks leading up to a firm, muscular (and hairy) ass.
He turned back towards me and slipped his jock down his legs and-- woah! THAT was the dick that had just fucked me?! Motherfucker! It was way bigger than I ever could have imagined. No wonder it hurt so fucking much. I couldn't believe the School would have knowingly teamed up a virgin like me with a monster dick like that, it was insane!
Carl could see me looking agog and he stood there intently, obviously enjoying the public display of his swinging cock for the first time this evening. Now I knew why he hadn't let me see it beforehand and why he'd been so firm about fucking me from behind. If I'd have known, I would have broken down doors to escape.
It was still engorged from fucking me, though now softly pointing towards the floor, half-hard. That didn't stop it from being one of the thickest cocks I'd ever seen - so thick that I bet one of my hands could barely encircle it. The base of his cock was buried in a dense layer of wiry fur, but the shaft soon emerged, heavily covered in pencil-thick veins that wrapped and twisted around the heavy meat. He was uncut, and his foreskin was still pulled back from his deeply flared helmet. The head glistened in the light from the fire as the tip slowly oozed a steady stream of precum onto the floor.
He grabbed his cock in one hand and positioned the other underneath the tip of his dick. With that he must have squeezed his shaft as a healthy dollop of precum burped onto his out-stretched palm. He wiped it on the end of his bulbous knobhead, lubing himself up with his own natural juices.
"How about it, boy? Ready for round two? You sure don't seem to be able to take your eyes off my big dick that's for sure. How does it feel knowing that everyone that comes next is going to have to measure up to this? Your first. The cock that's rearranged your guts and changed your life."
I didn't have time to register or let those words sink in as he climbed on to the bed, grabbing my sock covered legs and splitting them wide in the air. His dick was suddenly rock hard again and positioned at the entrance to my hole. I looked up to see his chest, drenched in sweat and framed by his muscular arms holding my legs open. His eyes bored into mine, his mouth curled upwards in lust. I cried out "please Sir, no, give me more time, I can't take it again so soon." It was all to no effect.
"Stop being such a big pussy, boy. You said you couldn't take it last time, and you fucking well did. Why should I believe you?"
I was almost lost for words, it was true, I had taken it last time. "Please be gentle Carl, remember it's only my second time."
"Nah, a genuine pussyboy likes it to hurt when he's taking a big stiff horsecock up the ass... don't you, boy?"
What the fuck? I didn't have time to answer before he roughly rammed his holewrecker into my ass again. It was an almost exact repeat of how he had opened me up the first time, and yet this time I knew exactly how big his dick was and exactly how much damage it could do. This time Carl didn't let me adjust or get used to his presence and immediately started using the full weight of his body to slam into me.
"This is what you need, isn't it boy? A big hard cock stretching your pussy wide open?"
Something must have snapped inside of me because all I could think of was just how much I wanted Carl's dick sliding in and out of my hole. For that moment, I was his pussy. How could I be anything else?
"You've got a man inside of you. Know what I'm doing now? Long-dicking you. Drawing all the way out and then all the way in, and you seem to be loving it. Damn, you're a much bigger boypussy than I thought."
And he was right, I was loving it! I could feel the long backstroke of his cock pulling all the way out before his flared helmet prised me open again... And then the thickly veined shaft sinking all the way inside of me again, balls deep. Over and over again. He was driving me wild and I didn't want it to end.
The onslaught had to finish at some point though. Unbelievably his pace became even quicker, his strokes ever more violent. He cried out, slamming his cock even deeper into my hole with a savage force, deeply impregnating me with another load of his cum.
It was over. What the fuck had just happened to me? I had just been viciously fucked, twice. I'd had a guy shoot in my ass, twice. I had been called a pussy and my hole was probably never going to be the same again. Now that the fucking had stopped my rectum was in agony, pulsating with fire. And even worse, I had enjoyed it! Well, some of it at least... What had Carl just done to me? Just hours ago I had been a naive, wide-eyed virgin, now I was... god knows. I simply couldn't think it about anymore.
Carl released my legs and pulled his cock away from my body. It left my hole with a distinctive squelch - I must have been overflowing with his cum. Lying down on the bed, he started to spoon me, embracing me in his giant arms. I suddenly felt as if I was in a protective cocoon formed by his strong body, I could feel his heartbeat, his sweat against mine. I felt safe, I felt as if I was needed and most of all I felt complete.
Carl whispered in my ear how much he'd enjoyed fucking me... just how amazing my sweet hole was... how proud he was that I had taken him... and that not many boys could do what I'd just done...
The range of emotions in my head were extreme. I truly did feel pleasure that I had made Carl happy, that he had been the man to take my cherry. But my hole was so sore, and I felt a huge amount of guilt at enjoying being used quite so much. Perhaps I was overthinking this all? If this is what sex is like then maybe I have a lot to look forward to...
I could feel myself drifting off. My last memory of the night was hearing Carl say something about me being a natural fuckhole, that he was glad to have found me and he was sure I was going to do well here...
Do well here? I was too tired to think about it and soon I was sound asleep, safe in his arms.
Or so I thought... In the morning I was woken by the punishing thrust of a big dick invading my hole again. The bulbous head must have been lined up against my tender ass and then just wantonly gone for it. I was literally woken by cock! I know I had taken Carl's big dick just a few short hours ago, but this was different. This caught me totally off-guard and my asshole was still in deep pain.
"What the fuck! Stop, you're tearing me apart!" I cried out.
The answer was telegraphed to me through my hole: the dick kept on fucking me, not missing a beat. I could only describe it as like being piston fucked, so regular and consistent were the strokes of the dick plunging in and out of my hole. And yet it felt different from last night, somehow thicker and not quite as long. Maybe my super tender ass was playing tricks on me... Surely I could be fucked a bit more gently?
"Please Carl, at least use some more lube on your cock. I feel like I'm being ripped up!" I pleaded.
"What made you think I'm Carl, kid?" said a strange voice above my head. Fuck! "Name's Jay and I don't give a fuck if you say you can't take anymore. Carl told me your sweet ass was too good to miss and I'm here to fuck! He told me he bred you twice last night so I'm using his cum as lube. It's not my fault if there's not enough to go round..."
What?! It wasn't Carl that was fucking me?? Some random stranger was dicking me? This was unreal. It was then that I realised how different the guy on top of me was from Carl. Smoother, more musky and less heavy. His hold on my body was just as firm though, and his cock was just as demanding. No matter how I struggled I couldn't get away - as soon as I'd tried to move he'd securely pined my arms to the bed with his hands. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. All I'd wanted was to lose my virginity, now I was being raped.
"Where's Carl? Release me you bastard!" I shouted. He didn't miss a stroke though.
"I'm not going to stop until I shoot my load deep inside you, boy. Consider it all part of the service. The School aims to make sure you can handle whatever comes your way... and a pretty boy like you is bound to get raped at some point in his life... Hell, your ass looked so perfect and pure lying there on the bed this morning that I bet you won't be able to walk from one end of a locker room to the other without being held down and forcibly gang fucked. You'll be the locker room slut before you know it. Just think of this as favour, at least now you'll know what it feels like."
The more he ploughed my hole the more I understood. His relentless attack was preparing me for my future life... The more inches of his dick that I took the better prepared I would be for whatever came next.
He kept on powering away and I was completely lost in the moment. "Fuck me harder Jay, let me feel your dick slam into my hole, take it, use it, breed it!"
My words seemed to finally tip him over the edge and he shot his load inside of me. His orgasm was so intense that he sounded like a rampant lion bellowing with fury. He came with his entire body.
Seconds later he pulled out, leaving a trail of what must have been both his and Carl's dickslop from my hole to his cock. He stood and I got my first look at my assailant. He was slightly shorter and less broad than Carl, but still muscular and strong. Handsome, but with a face that seemed more comfortable with darkness than light. What surprised me was his dick though: it can only have been 9" long to Carl's 11" but the girth was truly phenomenal. I had just been fucked by a fireplug.
The full reality of what had just happened suddenly hit me. I'd been savagely fucked three times by two guys in less than twelve hours. And each time I had taken their loads - there was cum leaking out of my ass right now! How the hell had I got into this situation? And just look at the size of that dick! My teenage hole is going to be huge. Any guys that I meet at Uni are going to think I'm a slut before I'm even out of the gates. I hung my head in sorrow, I couldn't believe that whilst being fucked I had actually started to enjoy what had happened to me. I felt deeply degraded, as if I would never be the same. I began to loathe the man that had just done to this to me, that had bought me this low.
Jay could obviously sense my mood. "Hey, don't beat yourself up about it kid. You were enjoying that way too much to not be a pro. You've got a fine ass that's going to run and run and run... Could do with some more work today if it was up to me. Too much whining about taking dick! We need to get that out of your system before you leave."
I couldn't quite believe what this bastard was saying. "But you've taken my virginity, that's all I'm here for--."
Jay interrupted me before I finish. "I know kid, but we want to send you out of those doors in the best shape possible. It would give the School a bad name if you weren't fully equipped for all eventualities on the outside. And don't worry about Carl, he had a new shipment to break in this morning. Don't take it personally kid, he moves on fast."
I couldn't believe that Carl was already fucking some other kid right now. It was like a punch to the guts. Not only had he set me up to be raped by this bastard hole-stretcher Jay, but he'd also dumped me! I was a transaction to him... and I had thought I was special.
Jay grabbed his shorts from the floor and pressed a button on the wall to release the door locks. "See you later kid. Oh, and don't even think of having a wank. I know what you bottom boys are like, your hands will be on you dick as soon I leave the room if you were allowed. You're not!" he said firmly as he left. Within moments Marcus had reappeared to escort me to my own room. I was too dazed to think, too overwhelmed to run.
Marcus was talking to me the entire way back, something about me being a big hit. I could barely make sounds. "But why Marcus, why am I being kept here?" I croaked in reply.
"Don't worry about it, it's all good. You just need some rest and we'll get you on your way as soon as possible. Tell you what, why don't you take the next few hours to eat some food - you look hungry - take a shower and a nap. There's no way you're in a fit state to drive for a while. Take it easy..."
And so that's where I am. Locked in my room. I've had some food and a shower. Christ did it feel good to have warm water running over my body, washing away the cum and detritus of sex, soothing my tender ass. As I soaped myself I couldn't help but touch my hole. It doesn't feel the same as I remember, somehow not quite so puckered and smooth. More corrugated around the edges. Even though it revolted me, my fingers couldn't stop probing and what's worse it was making my dick firm up.
I quickly got out of the shower in shame. Who the fuck was I becoming? And that's when it hit me that the non-stop porn was still playing in the background. Somehow I had blocked it out earlier, but now all I could hear was filth. The dialogue was sick: cuntrammer, fuckslab, manpussy, bitch. No wonder I had fingered myself, I couldn't escape from the constant on-going sounds of sex. Compelling me to be a part of it and not left out.
And there was no denying I was extremely horny. When Jay had fucked me I hadn't unloaded and now I desperately felt the urge. In fact, Jay telling me not to wank was having the exact opposite effect intended. Wanking was all I could think of! I know I'm not meant to but what can they do to me now? I've been raped. What can be worse than that?!
I lay on the bed and tried to find a channel that wasn't showing extreme hardcore porn. Just give me some nice man-on-man action, vanilla style. The TV wasn't letting me though. Every single time I got close to cumming the channel would change to some weird fetish scene or a rape just like this morning. Each time I had to stand up and go change the channel manually.
I had to cum though! I had to cum before the channel switched over again! There was nothing for it... I was going to have to play with my hole to drive me over the edge. I found a vanilla channel I liked and tentatively started touching myself, my ass and cock in union. It felt both right and deeply wrong, but I couldn't deny my hole was beginning to warm up. Obviously I was no stranger to wanking but this was something new, something far hotter. I kept going, faster and more vigorous - my toying around the edges a poor imitation of Carl fingering me last night, but it felt awesome and I was getting closer and closer when the fucking TV changed channel again! Some burly, big, black stud power fucking a smaller white guy like me:
"Hell boy, ain't nobody give a shit if I do wreck you, least of all me! Besides a tight little fuckhole like you needs all the good hard dicking it can get!"
The words were barely out of his mouth before I could feel the burning heat of my pent-up orgasm travel from deep inside my balls up the shaft of my cock. Ropes of jism flew into the air and splashed across my naked chest. Over and over I shot, with a spell-binding intensity that shook my entire body. I felt like I had been wrung out - all to the sound of some hung, black fucker cunt-stretching a juicy hole just like mine.
I collapsed back on the bed, drenched in my spunk and totally exhausted.
Next: Bobby pays the price and pulls a fuck train...
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