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Top to Bottom - Part 10: The bet
Wednesday evening, the week before:
"Haha, yeah, I remember that little slut! Man, she must have been one of the tightest pussies I've ever fucked!" Adam laughed, flicking his blond locks back over his handsome face, the masculine jawline framing an impossibly gorgeous visage that crowned his perfect figure.
His buddy Peter laughed, thinking back to the blonde Polish teenager they had deflowered in the Albanian hotel steam room a month before. How she had begged them not to cum inside her little womb, how they had laughed and filled her one after the other to the brim with their fertile seed and destroyed her innocence, knowing she would probably be turned out of her home and forced to bear the bastard offspring alone in a traditional Catholic country, unless the used-whore white slavers got to her first and staked a claim for the resale market. Adam had bragged to Peter and the other guys how he was going to split open Cindy's ass that weekend when he returned. The guys had chuckled, knowing how much that was going to make her scream. Adam loved a rough fuck, his angelic looks masking a devilish, uncaringly selfish side. He relished the prospect of his huge cock filling and defiling virgin territory as the smooth legs of the body beneath him squirmed and panted in a vain effort to free itself. His cock bursting past the unyielding but weak sphincters...oh god, the intense pleasure of the fuck as his cockhead breached inch after inch of tight warm fuck-hole, turning the screaming slut into a moaning mess. The studs he had topped were some of the best, their muscled arms grabbing the sheets while they screamed bloody murder all night as his cock railed into them.
The morning after he would roll over, pushing his already embedded hard-on deep into the cumdump while grabbing the pussy-slut's hips to grind them back onto his crotch. "Wake up bitch, my cock needs a massage!"
"Wake up bitch, my cock needs a massage!" ... the words echoed in his head as his internal alarm synchronised with memories of previous fucks but they also rang in his ears.
"C'mon, slut! Tight jock pussy needs a morning stretch!"
Wednesday morning, five days after Adam's first time getting fucked. 8am:
Adam blinked himself awake into the present moment. He looked up from the study floor where he had fallen asleep into Billy's eyes. They shone with a glee that had once been Adam's, while his own expression remained crestfallen as a new reality dawned with the first rays of sunlight filtering through the expensive blinds.
"It's simple, Adam. You had tapes of your exploits - of countless men and women getting fucked by you. The original tapes - which Carlo helped me take from this room while you were being sodomised in the Bordello Bianco. Fun experience, eh? The same way Cindy and Mark helped take your virginity. Well, now you have nothing left to hold against them; nobody is gonna come running to your apartment for a booty call just because you threaten to send their friends and families a tape with your face blacked out. The only footage anyone is ever gonna see is of you sucking cock and getting plowed."
"Billy...please...I'm sorry. Please don't do this. I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry. It still hurts so much. Pleeeeease..." he begged.
"You don't have a choice. Now get over here. Crawl. Beg. You were always in charge, I want you to see yourself forced to surrender your body to another man."
Knowing he had no choice, Adam obeyed. He crawled across the room like a dog, his limp dick swinging between his large egg-shaped balls as he shuffled over. Billy removed an electric razor from his bag, nudging Adam with his foot to roll over like a puppy. With a few deft strokes he shaved the stud's pubes clean, making him yelp with fear as the buzzing trimmer scraped the sensitive skin.
"Haha! I noticed from your videos that you like `em young, hairless and fresh - dripping twats ready for your cock! So now you get to experience it from the end!"
Adam squirmed and stared down at his hairless prick. "Now, you're gonna show me how much you want my cock. I wanna hear it from your lips, I wanna hear you cry out for more, or else you're gonna be sorry, bitch!"
"P...p...please...Billy...can't I just suck you?" Adam implored. "I'm still really really sore and hurting from yesterday, I didn't know it could be so painful..."
"Didn't know or didn't care? Anyway I don't give a shit now - lift your legs and spread that hole...yeah, that's right, keep spreading it...now beg for it..."
Whap! Billy's palm struck the muscled jock's handsome face.
"Mmmm...aaaahh...p-p-Please Billy..."
"What?" growled Billy, sneering down at his former tormentor.
"Please...shove your fat cock into...my ass...pussy..."
Billy suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Adam's muscular chest and squeezing his nipples hard. As he contracted his muscles in shock, Billy pushed his weight against the beautiful stud's puckering anus and ripped into the squeezing rectum, busting deep into Adam's rear once again.
"Arrrrrrggghhh!! Aieeeee! Ow, ow, fuck, aggghhh!!! You're ripping me, you're ripping me! Fuck! Ow, please!" he yelled, his legs up in the air, knowing that despite his superior strength he had no power to fight back and was trapped.
"Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna split your ass in two! The more you beg, the sooner I'll cum...but don't enjoy it too much, cos I love the sound of you hurting!"
Adam grunted with each thrust as Billy's words sank in. "Aggghh! Ahhh! Ow! Owww! Please Billy...fuck my ass..." tears of humiliation trickled down his cheeks as Adam's cock rose to full-mast, massaged by the throbbing invader rubbing his prostate. "Pleeease!! Fuck me! Ram your cock into my pussy! Owwwww!!! Ouch! Fuck! Ow! It hurts so much, fuck!!"
Billy pounded harder, jackhammering into the stud as he wrapped his arms around Billy's back like a submissive slut, pleading for more. "Please...agghhh...slam your cock in my ass...eeeeeuuuuggghh!! Use my cunt!! Owww!! Fuck me, fuck me harder!!"
And so Adam Ralston, the macho muscle god who had torn up so many jock pussies and bred so many sluts until they howled for more, found himself unrestrained and sober, lying on his own study floor and pushing back onto Billy's engorged organ as he was forced to learn how to pleasure a man's cock as well as his ego. It was ecstasy for Billy as he fucked Adam's body and mind, ass-raping the sex-god object of his imagination. Billy erupted deep inside as Adam shrieked his name, before pulling out in order to spurt half of his load down Adam's unsuspecting throat.
The next three days were an utter living nightmare as Adam, fed on a diet of Billy's cum and his own ass-mucus, remained at the beck and call of the college student bellhop and call was forced to take his manhood over and over like a personal fucktoy in different positions - bent over the bed, squatting meekly cowgirl style, side-split, and thrust forwards against the bathroom wall, as he was raped and forced to beg Billy to plunder his ass-cunt harder and plow him faster, longer and deeper. He only came when his new master finished inside him and jerked him to a half-hearted climax as an afterthought.
Every time Billy called him a slut and bred his hole he eroded more of Adam's alpha-male identity. The jock-prince hated every minute as he was forced to wonder if he could ever break open a twat again - he even pondered if this was how the muscleboys felt when he used their assholes and forced them to submit.
It was now just over a week after his torture had first begun. Panting and sweating, an exhausted Adam leaned his tight muscled ass over his marble bathroom counter again for Billy to force his cock through his puckering anal ring for the second time that morning. He froze as Billy held his cock halfway up his ass, twitching as his own penis began to inflate from the prostate stimulation. "Listen prettyboy...I've decided we could have a little wager. $2500 and I'll return your little videos. All of them."
Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. He could easily command that fee for a couple of hours at the office. Some semblance of freedom was now in his grasp; the chance to rebuild himself and maybe turn the tables back on Billy.
"Two and a half grand...but you'll have to earn it. Properly. Using your body. Your hot, muscle-bred, gym-toned boy-bitch body" Billy continued. "For one night, and one night only, you get the chance to offer yourself up to as many men as you for anything they want. Obviously the more you please them, the bigger the tip. If you can make the sum, we'll let you have the tapes back. Otherwise...well, we already have the tapes...so who's to say what we can do? I already own your pretty ass, so let's just say you'll have to settle your debts in full. How's that, fucker?" Adam knew in desperation it wasn't a bet he had any choice in turning down. He nodded silently.
"Ungggghh...." he groaned repeatedly as Billy revved up his fucking, causing Adam to cum within minutes against his six-pack abs while the younger man continued to maul his studly ass, spreading the gripping walls of Adam's anal canal with his 7.5-inch rod. Billy grabbed Adam's hosepipe-dick and jacked it harder, running his fingers over the stud's piss-slit while he thrust his cock deeper into Adam.
"Yeah, baby! You like it when I play with your clit? Daddy rubbing your little clit? Say, it, bitch!!"
"...yeah...Daddy...please...oh god, Billy...daddy...rub my clit, make my pussy ache with your cock...!"
Billy rammed harder, making Adam yell out in pain.
"Agggghhhh!!! Oooowwww!!! Please, Billy...daddy...slow down...please...sir!!"
As Billy injected his seed into Adam's rectum the broken top was beginning to imbibe the subtle `modus operandi' that all newly defeated, freshly-topped musclebitches eventually came to understand. The same will-to-please that he had imposed on so many others he had taken advantage of before. To please your top and master you had to tread the tightrope between begging for them to use and abuse you, while keeping them interested in extracting as much dominance by showing signs of agony, defeat and a hint of untameable defiance for them to crush further.
Before Billy left that morning he scrawled in black permanent marker an arrow down Adam's back pointing to his asshole with the words: "Pussy for sale: cash only!"
Adam shifted uncomfortably as Billy's second load trickled between his roundly muscled glutes to puddle on the floor between his feet. In just under two weeks he had slumped from top stud, pussy fucker and muscleboy ass-pounder to a despairing cumdump for Billy and a soon-to-be man-whore.
6pm:
"Swallow." Billy held out two blue Viagra pills and a glass of water into which he had dissolved the tiniest amount of GHB in front of Adam. Of course it all came from the muscle-jock's personal stash, which he liberally used for his less willing fuck-victims.
Adam unwillingly gulped the mixture, knowing it would at least help turn him into a less unwilling whore for the night. He was somehow horny as hell, having only released one cumload that morning while Billy nailed him against the bathroom counter. He began to fret like a twat, realising that the intense and regular prostate prostate poundings didn't trigger Adam's pussy-fucking man-cock as often as the warm wet grip of an ass or pussy...so he was probably going to need a lot more internal stimulation to climax. Billy slipped a sleek plastic cock-cage over Adam's newly-shaved and hardening meat, setting an electric timer to the lock as Adam's handsome face cringed in dismay. "Here bitch, this'll keep you loaded up for the ride...better put on a good show for the punters if you wanna earn enough today!" Billy slipped a lacy white thong over Adam's crotch followed by a tight, form-fitting high-cut, low-rise pair of denim shorts that exposed most of his tight V-tapered waist and rippling abs. He put a waistcoat on over the stunned stud's ripped torso before grasping Adam's hand, leading him to the private elevator that descended to the basement garage. The engine of Adam's Bentley was running and the white-gloved chauffeur tipped his cap to his shaken and scantily-clad boss and a fully-clothed Billy. Carter had worked as a driver for Adam's parents for years and was basically inherited by their son. He was more than used to seeing the girls and guys that Adam would bring back for his pleasure and simply assumed this was another outing by Adam to find some hot pussy to bang for the night.
"786 Cain St please, and pick up from there at 8am." said Billy, bundling Adam into the back. The drugs were taking effect now and Adam's rock hard cock strained against its cage. His head felt light and took a slight edge off the fear he felt with every step during his short elevator ride with Billy.
7.30pm:
Adam stepped uneasily into the dark hallway of the Bordello Bianco, shuddering with trepidation as he remembered the events of his last encounter with the Albanian men in the steam room. A few customers lounged on sofas in the centre of the atrium.
"Alright honey, you came alone?" a grey-haired lady behind a green desk asked. "You're a nice healthy looking boy."
"Yeah..." he replied hesitantly.
"So you're hustlin' for yourself?" she continued, writing in a large black ledger.
"Mm hmm..." Adam nodded quietly, feeling the eyes of the other men piercing his barely-covered flesh. So often he had been in positions of power to use and abuse, hiring strippers and fucking cute girls who flocked to him. The slut-boys he picked up at the gyms were mostly tops whom he'd break in properly, teaching them their place in a universe where Adam Ralston was at the top of the totem pole and they would beg for his cock. Now he found himself in the desperate position of having to sell his body for cash. How the tables turn...
"Well, including tips, it's 50% for the house, and 50% for you to keep, sweetcheeks" she said. He gulped, jolted by the newfound knowledge that he'd somehow have to massively increase his earnings to make the figure demanded by Billy.
"Sign here. You can take room 12. It gets busy in half an hour and we shut at 8am. You can find the men wandering around; there's a dungeon room and steam room in the basement. Finally - you need a nameboard for the door. You can be...Carl Cocksworthy...and remember if you're into the heavy stuff you're gonna need a safe-word."
Her business-like expression was of little comfort as Adam walked uneasily down the hallway to room 12; he hooked the signboard up on the wall and heard a click as the electronic timer unlocked the cock-cage. As he slipped the plastic casing off, he released his throbbing leaking 10-inch sausage which now peeked through the tight lacy underwear and longed for release within the confines of the low rise cropped denim shorts.
8pm:
Adam felt like it had been a lifetime ago that he had been so pleased with himself and ready to fuck Cindy up her tight shithole. He sat on the thin mattress laid over the worn clapboard bed and stared past the small wall clock into the dim hallway with its flickering fluorescent lamps. "Nothing in the bet stops me from making money fucking and topping other guys" thought Adam. Most of those little cocky slutty bitches who thought of themselves as tops usually ended up loving the savage ass-fucks from his massive cock.
Barely five minutes later the first knock on the door came from a man who flicked the little switch near the door handle to light up the small orange pilot light that signalled "occupied" status. Adam shakily rose to his feet and opened the flimsy door, shaking like a leaf. His rock-hard cock tented th
"Wheeeeeeew....sweet honey... holy motherfucking shitbags! You are a sight for sore eyes, darlin!"
The voice belonged to a balding, fat blue-collar port worker, his rough hands callused from years manning the docks.
Adam grabbed his package and replied "Ok mister, get on the bed quickly if you want me to fuck you; $250 for a fuck and $150 if you just wanna suck me off. I'll make it $350 if you wanna do both."
"Hnnnnaaaarrgh! Hahaha!" the man chortled, slapping his knee jovially as he elbowed past Adam and stepped inside. "Listen up girlie, you don't get to ride in here wearing that cock-baiting thong and demand to fuck me. I'll give you $250 if you bend over and spread those pretty buns for my cock. Or no deal."
Adam frowned, gulped and, casting an eye at the clock, replied simply "Use a condom...please." The dockworker smiler again. "Ok I'll make it $500 if I get to sperm your guts. And I wanna fuck your pretty mouth too."
Adam lowered his head to hide his tears. "Ok. Ok."
The dockworker didn't last long in Adam's tight hole. He grabbed the stud's glutes to spread his muscled thighs wider as he poured forth an incessant torrent of filth from his mouth as he jolted into the musclejock. "Gonna rip you a new cunt, faggot! Yeah, take my fucksauce! Ngh! Agh! Ungh! Yeah, lemme breed your little muscle-twat, oh god yeah, feel my spunk deep in your guts!"
Adam's shame burned deep as he found himself forced to play the part, conditioned by the light dose of GHB and the psycho mindfucking from Billy. "C'mon daddy, split my ass! Owwww!!! Ugh!! Argh! You're too big! Go slower but don't stop....make me feel that cock daddy...aaaaaghhhh!!! The pain...feels so good..."
As the rough hands raped across his back Adam's tears fell to the floor. He felt every inch of the 6 inch cock, the curve of the shaft as it rammed into him before spasming deep inside him as the velvet lining of his ass-canal gripped and massaged the dockworker's penis.
The man spat on Adam's face as he pulled out, smearing his spittle across the handsome features. "Don't worry, I ain't ruined your pretty pussy!" he said, dropping the $500 on the bed as his deflating cock plopped out of the spasming anus, a trickle of semen following in its wake. He dressed and walked out as Adam tried to wipe his hole and put the lacy panties back on.
8.18pm:
Two knocks. The door handle turned. "Oh god...." Adam groaned, in fear and loathing of what was to come.