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All of the usual things that we always see at the top of the stories apply here. These events are not real, and neither are metamorphs, so any similarity to your own experiences is purely coincidental. If you shouldn't be reading these stories, whether because of the country you live in or because of your age, then don't. Equally, these chapters will contain sexual encounters between two consenting men (or more in the future) so if that offends you in any way then please don't read this - and maybe question why you are on the site in the first place.
With all that said, if you're still here then please enjoy.
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"No... I... I don't know what you mean. I don't get fucked," he blurted out. "That's a shame," I said as I turned my body to face him, my hand resting on the very noticeable bulge in my jeans. Christopher couldn't help but see it and I swear I heard him audibly gulp.
This was going to take some work but the game had already begun. Fortunately for both me and Christopher, it was one I had mastered long ago.
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He wanted this. I already knew that but the trick here was going to make him realise just how much he wanted it. For a few moments, I said nothing, just continued to slowly rub my hand against the growing bulge in my jeans. His eyes were transfixed upon it and I caught him, unconsciously, lick his lips.
"I've been really horny all day," I announced to him and then left it there, allowing the statement to hang in the air between us. I could see the cogs working in his head. Eventually, he spoke: "Me too," he started, "I... I was wanting to..."
I interrupted him: "It's a real shame that you don't bottom. As soon as I saw you, I knew how good you'd feel around my cock," I paused before finishing the sentence, "and how good my cock would feel for you."
He was starting to fidget in his seat and I noticed his hand move to the crotch of his own jeans. "Well... I... erm... I don't. I've never been fucked."
"Really? I find that very surprising..."
He became defensive immediately: "Why?! Do I look like I'm some slutty bottom to you?"
I laughed: "All of the best tops have bottomed at some time. You can't be a truly great top unless you know what it's like to take a dick too."
"Oh..." he hesitated for a moment, "but I'm a really good fucking top!"
I allowed a moment of silence between us - disputing that fact wasn't going to help me here but I knew that if I just let him think for a moment then...
"Hold on. Does that mean that you've bottomed?" He looked at me shocked as if he couldn't imagine a huge mountain of a man like me ever being on the receiving end of a dick.
"Of course," I replied, simply.
This was my initial play. The problem with someone like Christopher is that they have wrapped their identity up so tightly into the perception of themselves as a 'dom top' that the idea of doing anything that could suggest that he wasn't was absolutely terrifying for him. He will have had the urge to bottom before and will likely have sat there at home watching porn and wishing he was the one being pounded. He'll probably have played with his little hole, laid back on his bed as he pushed his fingers inside of himself. But every single time, he'll have convinced himself that it was just an experimentation or just 'messing around'. He will have done everything possible to avoid labelling himself as a bottom or a sub because his 'dom top' persona was just too important to him. This was going to have to be the first shell that I had to crack; I needed to get Christopher to realise that it was ok for him to have these urges and that the idea of bottoming should turn him on instead of scaring him so much.
"Sorry, hold on," he said, his mind now whirring at 100 miles an hour, "You're telling me that you've been fucked?"
"Yeah."
"But you're... like... you know?"
"What?" I said, "You think that just because I'm built and I'm hung as fuck that I don't like to bottom now and then? Fucking hell mate, what kind of messed up attitude is that?"
That stunned him for a moment and I left it with him to just sink in. After rising from my seat at the bar, I walked over towards the comfier seats around the corner. As I moved, I could feel his eyes on me and knew that he must have been struggling to compute exactly what I'd said to him.
I had estimated that it would take him a few minutes before he followed me over to the sofas but I was wrong, very wrong. In fact, it was only around 15 seconds after I'd sat down that he followed me and sat down next to me.
"I don't get it," he began, "Why would you... I mean look at you... why would you bottom?"
I stared back at him, forcing a puzzled look to appear across my face. I held it for just a moment until, as predicted, he turned away from my view and muttered a "Sorry."
I placed my hand gently upon his knee and used the other to turn his face back towards me. It was only a small movement but this, combined with what we were talking about and his embarrassment, was enough to start embedding the idea of me being more dominant than he was.
"Don't be sorry," I smiled at him, a warm and open smile, "I get it." I removed my hand from his chin but left the one on his knee, giving it a little squeeze to reinforce what I was trying to do.
He looked confused: "Get... what?"
"Some men just aren't comfortable enough." I started to rub my hand over his leg just above his knee. I could tell that he was enjoying it and he did show signs of beginning to relax.
"Comfortable?" he began, "I'm sorry, you've... you've confused me now."
"To bottom. If a man is going to bottom then he has to be comfortable with his own... manliness. I am... you're just... not."
He looked shocked that I'd dared to question his masculinity: "Wait a minute..." he began.
"It's ok, don't worry. I'm just judging you; you're just clearly not quite... man enough for it. Honestly, I wouldn't bother if I were you - if you're all insecure about it, it makes you a crap bottom."
"I'd be a fantastic bottom!" he cried out at me, a little more loudly than he had intended.
"I know," I stated simply and I leaned in towards him.
For a split second, I could see the fear in his eyes, the hesitation and anticipation of what was about to happen. He was wrestling with the idea of trying to stop me but there was no real resistance there. Our lips met. I started him with a gentle kiss, one that allowed him a little more control than I normally would have in these circumstances. His lips were soft and I could taste the drink he'd just had. He pushed his tongue against my lips and I parted them, allowing him into my mouth but this was where the control began to change. My tongue challenged his and the two of them duelled within our mouths, pushing further and further back into his until my tongue was inside of his mouth and his was just massaging it as we continued to kiss. My hand on his leg had begun to slide upwards as my second hand took hold of the back of Christopher's head. I could feel him melt into the kiss, giving in to the control that I had taken from him. It was how he had always wanted to be kissed.
As I released him from my kiss, I took hold of his hand and I pulled him up from his seat. With only the words "Come on," I took him from the bar and straight around the side of it and into a darkened alleyway. There was limited light here but I found his lips against straight away. He didn't resist and it was at that moment that I realised that I was going to be the winner of this game once again. As we kissed, I became more aggressive; this time, biting his bottom lip a little. I took hold of his hand and placed one of them on the bulge in my jeans. It wasn't soft anymore and there was no hiding the that a massive cock was straining to get out. I controlled his hand at first, running it along the full length of my dick but it didn't take long before he was doing it himself. I started to kiss his neck, alternating between a gentle kiss and a more aggressive bite.
"Oh fuck," he moaned out, "You're so..."
"Take it out," I gave him it as an instruction, a command if you will, as I knew that that was what his mind was most susceptible to right now. I was right to, as he started to fumble with the buttons on my jeans straight away.
As my cock was released to the air, I pushed him back against the wall in order to prevent him from seeing it. Instead, he had to just explore it with his hand. I heard him gasp as he felt it throb against his palm and he almost whimpered as he realised that his fingers would only just close around it. He was shaking and now was the time to push the next step: I applied just a little pressure on his shoulders and he sunk immediately to the floor.
For a moment, he just looked at it, exploring the sheer size of it with his eyes and making note of every single vein along the thick shaft. He glanced up at me, then away and then back up again and it took me a moment to realise what he was doing. I gave a little internal chuckle as it dawned on me: "Of course you can."
With the new permission he immediately stuck out his tongue and ran it along the full length of my cock. Christopher hadn't been the type to suck many cocks before, always thinking that it was a little beneath him but he had imagined it enough times that he actually didn't do too bad of a job when he took the head of my cock into his mouth.
I wish I could show you what he looked like with his lips stretched open this wide for the first time. I swear he moaned out as the whole of my head entered his mouth and I felt the vibrations down my shaft. I gave him a moment, a few seconds just to get used to feeling the head and to explore it with his tongue but that was all I could give him. You see, Christopher was now feeling the most intense waves of pleasure at having his fantasy fulfilled and, as a being that feeds on that pleasure, it was beginning to drive me insane. The more he got into it, the more I would and so, although I knew that Christopher would gag and struggle, I had no choice but to begin to push more of my cock into his mouth.
You would think that after centuries of having your dick sucked, it wouldn't have the same appeal but the truth is that Christopher's warm, wet mouth felt as good as any that have serviced one of my cocks before. I held his head and began to push it in, the head now hitting the back of his throat. As I'd predicted, he gagged but, in doing so, he opened his throat and allowed me to push even further in.
"Oh fuck!" I growled down at him, "Fuck that's so good boy. Your throat is so fucking good."
He moaned a little as I felt the inside of his throat start to massage my long dick. He looked so pretty with his mouth stretched wide around what was left of my shaft, his eyes watering. I couldn't help it. I placed both of my hands on either side of his head and I started to fuck.
He gagged, and pushed, and resisted but throughout it all, I could tell that he was loving it. Christopher was beginning to release that inner slut that he had always been and it was glorious. Saliva was starting to seep out of his stretched lips and his face was becoming a mess. A sudden urge hit me and I spat down at him, letting my own spit hit him right in the middle of his face. He looked surprised but grateful and he attempted to moan around my cock.
"You're such a good cocksucker, aren't you? You fucking love my dick, don't you?" my deep voice echoing slightly in the alleyway. He couldn't answer, of course, given that he had so much of my cock buried in his throat but I knew that he was desperate to say yes to me.
I pulled out of him and, for a moment, he looked so upset that I thought he might cry. "Don't worry, you'll have it back in a minute."
I pulled him up to his feet and began to kiss him again, his face a sloppy mess after my face fucking. As I pushed my tongue into his mouth, I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, exposing his cock to the air. However, his dick wasn't my target. Instead, I moved my hands around the back and, using one to hold the cheeks apart, I started to rub my finger against his tight, little hole. I circled around it, feeling it starting to relax and then, with only the smallest resistance from him, I pushed inside.
It was so hot in there; this tight hole gripping my finger so hard but I didn't have the time of the patience to loosen Christopher up properly. He didn't want it like that anyway - this wasn't to be a gentle fuck. No, he wanted to be completely and absolutely pounded and so one finger was quickly joined by a second and I began to finger bang his little hole while we kissed.
"Please," he moaned out in the moments between our lips meeting again, "please..."
I grabbed hold of his hair and pull him back so that he was looking directly into my eyes. "Please... what?" I demanded.
"Don't make me say it," he begged, his eyes pleading with mine.
"I won't give you anything you don't ask for."
"Oh fuck..." he paused for a moment, almost as if he was considering giving the whole thing up but when he felt my fingers move inside him again, he knew that he had no choice but to obey: "Please fuck me."
It started as a whisper so I made him say it again. It was only slightly louder so I insisted on more.
"Alright then! Take your massive dick and just.... just... fucking fuck me!" His voice echoed and he heard what a slut he was being right there and then. Of course, I had no reason now not to comply.
I spun him around and pushed him up against the wall. Like the horny little slut that Christopher was quickly becoming, he pushed his arse out away from the wall, opening up his little hole for me. I spat down onto it a few times, with Christopher flinching each time my cold spit hit against his hungry hole, and then I lined up. I held it there, with the head just pressed against his hole, teasing him.
"I've begged already, don't make me beg again. I need it. I need your cock."
That was all I needed to hear and I pushed the head inside.
Christopher cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain; his hole being invaded for the first time in this life. It hurt but he needed this so badly that he just didn't care anymore. He moaned out as I continued to push inch after inch into him, stretching his hole out around my thick shaft and piercing deep inside him with my length. It was a feeling unlike any other for him. For me, his velvet hole squeezed my cock so tight that, for a moment, I thought I was going to shoot straight away.
"Fuck you're so tight!"
"You're so fucking big!" Christopher cried out, "It's so fucking huge!"
"Yeah it is and you're going to take all of it, you little slut!" He whimpered at my words, accepting that that was what he was now - just another nasty, dirty little slut desperate for big cock.
I took hold of his hips and drove the rest of my cock into him, ignoring his cries out and his moans, until I was balls deep inside him.
"Oh, fucking hell! How is that inside me? I feel so full! It's so... it's so...."
"Yes...?" I prompted him, flexing my cock inside of his hole.
"It's so fucking good!"
At hearing that, I began to pound my dick into him. His moans and my grunts filled the alleyway and it was no surprise to see that several guys had left the club and were now watching what I was doing to the new bottom in front of me. I didn't care though, those guys were not my concern, and Christopher was too far gone to notice. All he wanted was to be fucked and I gave it to him hard.
"Yes, take my cock deep you nasty little fucker!" I cried out as I forced my cock out to the head and then all the way back inside him. Christopher was moaning and panting, he kept trying to say something but each sentence got lost in a series of moans, fucks, and pleas to be used harder. His hole was so stretched out, I could see it and I wondered whether he'd be able to sit down tomorrow after the ramming that I was giving him but it was no less than me needed, no less than he deserved.
"What are you?" I demanded of him as I drove my cock in again.
"I'm... I'm..." He couldn't do it yet.
"What... the... fuck... are... you...?" I demanded again, this time punctuating every word with my cock inside him.
"A slut!" he cried out, "I'm your slut!"
"Too fucking right, but you're not just mine." With that, I pulled him back against me, my cock still buried inside of him, and I turned him to face the growing group of men that had come to investigate the sound of this nasty little slut being fucked.
"Oh god... oh god..." Christopher moaned out as he saw them.
I continued to fuck into him as he watched all of the men start to paw at their own bulges through their jeans. Mine wasn't going to be the only cock that Christopher took tonight and, from seeing the looks on the faces of the men, he knew that as well. His hole started pulsing in anticipation and I felt it milking my dick, desperate for the huge load that I had ready for him.
Well, I wasn't going to deny him any further, I pushed him forward and onto all fours on the ground and pounded away at him once again. I pull back his hair so that he was looking directly at the faces of the men waiting to use him as I grunted louder and louder. My balls tightened and I could feel the cum starting to move. With one final thrust, I flooded the little whore with my load and made it so that he would always craving the feeling of a huge load of spunk deep inside of his hole.
"Yes, yes, yes!" he cried as he felt my cum inside him and he groaned out as I withdrew my dick from his hot, tight little chute.
Fortunately for him, he didn't have to be worried about being empty for long. As I pulled up my jeans and started to walk away, the other men descended on what would be their entertainment for the night. I had no doubt that, by the end of the night, Christopher would embrace his life as a filthy cum-whore and was pleased to hear him cry out at the invasion of another dick into him as I turned onto the street and left him behind.
Fulfilling Christopher's deepest fantasies had brought him pleasure beyond compare and I was practically buzzing with all of the energy and sustenance that I gained from that. But, as all pleasure metamorphs know, I knew it wouldn't be long before I needed to find another man and another fantasy.
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