Topped Again, Part 1 (An authorized sequel to `A Top's Transformation') by stimle stimle@yahoo.com
This is fan fiction for `A Top's Transformation' and has been written with the permission of the author. You can find his story here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-tops-transformation/ and contact him at ryanrizzler@gmail.com.
While the events of A Top's Transformation' are true, the events of this story are fiction and should be considered wishful thinking.'
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Topped Again, Part 1
The club wasn't too far from my office and since parking was a bitch Friday nights, I decided to park in my building's lot and walk the four blocks to the club where Mark and a group of friends were celebrating his birthday. Mark had reserved the loft area, which overlooked the entire bar, and I quickly found him, drink in hand, toasting with a group of his friends.
"Hey!" he greeted me with a shout and a half hug. "I'm so glad you made it! I wasn't sure you were coming."
"Are you kidding me? You come all the way back here from LA to celebrate your birthday, you bet your ass I'm coming," I said, enjoying the strength of his embrace. "Wouldn't miss it. In fact, I have no plans the entire weekend."
I signaled to the bartender and ordered a Sprite. "Noooo... it's my birthday," Mark said, stopping the bartender. "He'll have a Singapore Sling!" he shouted over the noise.
"A Singapore what? What the fuck is that?" I asked.
Mark paid for the drink over my protests, and we toasted, clinking his bottle of beer to my glass. He winked at me and his lip curled up slightly as he watched me take a drink. Whatever was in a Singapore Sling, it was good. A little on the sweet side but not overly so. I don't drink often - and rarely hard alcohol - but one drink would be fine. Plus, as Mark said, it was his birthday.
"Let me introduce you to the group," Mark said, taking my arm and leading me to a group of over a dozen men.
I knew several of the guys, but mostly by sight only. Mark and I had mostly traveled in different circles in college, but we had the important things in common: namely, I liked to fuck and he liked to be fucked. Two of the guys, however, stood out in particular: Jim and Evan. I'd never met them but apparently they were old friends of Mark's. They were both shorter than me; maybe 5'9 or so, just under Mark's height, but they were built. Especially Evan. Beefy, stocky gym jocks and they looked at me with almost worshipful gazes like wide-eyed acolytes, taking multiple opportunities throughout the evening to compliment me on my body and ask me about my workout routine as they felt my pecs and the muscles in my arms, and occasionally my ass. It's a good thing I don't wear tight jeans because I started throwing wood thinking of the fun I could have tag-teaming these two.
Mark handed me another drink and I arched my brow as I turned it down. He knew I wasn't a big drinker.
"Oh come on," he half-pleaded, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, his lower lip thrust out. "It's my birthday. We're all celebrating. Fuck, I'll spring for a cab back to your place."
My place? Hmmm. "Okay," I assented. This was shaping up better than I'd imagined. "What the hell."
"Good, now quit being such a pussy and drink up!"
Pussy? I rolled my eyes and took another drink, giving him a friendly bump. He looked up at me with an innocent smile on his face and clinked my glass again.
By the time we left the bar, I'd somehow had two more Singapore Slings and was feeling really good. Four drinks in three hours wasn't a whole lot, but for a virtual non-drinker like me it was pushing it. Between the drinks and Jim and Evan's constant fondling, I was a little smashed and very horny and it was a struggle to keep my wits about me and act more sober that I felt.
Mark had been flirting heavily all night and when he suggested he crash at my place, batting his long eyelashes at me and rubbing my pecs, I knew I'd be getting lucky. I knew that look of his. I'd seen in plenty of times. He wanted to be fucked. Hard. And damn if I wasn't worked up and ready to oblige!
I finished my drink, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and said, "Let's go." I thought my voice sounded a little slurred, but nobody seemed to take notice.
"I'm over my limit so Jim and Evan offered to drop us off on the way back to their hotel if you don't mind," Mark said as we walked in the brisk night air, his hand resting on my lower back, almost possessively, just above my ass. I didn't think twice when we stopped at his rental to retrieve an overnight bag from the trunk because, honestly, my mind was on Jim and Evan, thinking about how much fun it would be to have them over as well. I almost suggested it, but tonight I wanted it to be just me and Mark. Hell, with all the signs and clues he'd been dropping left and right, I knew my itch was going to be scratched. I could feel my dick go erect and throb at the thought of fucking his tight little ass. It had been a while.
Mark had his hand between my legs during the entire fifteen minute ride from the club to my place. I could see Jim checking us out in the rear view mirror from time to time but I didn't care because Mark thumbing my fat prick through my worn jeans was too delicious a feeling to stop. Every now and then he'd slide his hand up under my shirt and play with my nipples, giving them a random tweak and pluck. I lay my head against the headrest and let my legs fall open wider, giving him the access he wanted. He was getting me nice and aroused, obviously knowing the reward of my cock up his ass was only minutes away.
I must've zoned out somewhere along the way, because the next thing I knew, my pants were undone and my fly was unzipped and Mark had my cock out, lazily running this finger over the head which was glistening with pre-cum.
"What the fu-" I started to whisper as I sat up, tucking my dick away and yanking my zipper back up.
"Just seeing if it's still in working order," he whispered back, a look of wide-eyed innocence on his face as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it. "Getting it primed for the main event."
"Oh, it's in working order and ready," I confirmed, buttoning my pants and adjusting myself. "Don't you worry about that."
Jim pulled up to my house and I got out and walked up the front path, slightly wavering, still buzzed from the alcohol, although I was feeling more sober than I had fifteen minutes earlier. I looked back to see Mark leaning into the passenger window, talking to the guys. His ass looked amazing and I was looking forward to drilling it. As if he could feel my gaze burning a hole in his jeans, he looked back at me over his shoulder, the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen splayed across his face, and I felt my cock go even harder. He straightened up, gave the guys a fist bump, and walked over to me. He was actually licking his fucking lower lips as he stared at my crotch.
Once inside he grabbed a couple of mini-bottles of Jack Daniels from his bag and went to the kitchen to mix us each a Jack and Diet Coke. As he handed me my glass, he pressed me against the refrigerator, pushed my shirt up to my armpits and began to tongue and tease my nipples with his teeth while he cupped by balls through my jeans, kneading and fondling them. I hissed and thrust into his hand. "Mark," I rasped.
He looked up at me and grinned and then gave the hard nub a quick nip, giggling as I yelped. He took a quick sip of his drink, set it down, and then took mine, put it to my mouth and began pouring it in, his lust-filled eyes locked on mine as I drank it, as if challenging me. It was pretty strong and burned a bit as it went down, but I finished it all, not wanting to dampen the mood.
He suddenly stepped back and grabbed the front of my jeans, his fingers sliding into my underwear and into the soft hair of my pubes. He wrapped his hand around my cock and led me up the stairs to my bedroom. Damn, the guy wanted it bad!
Once we got to my room he let go of me and stepped back, flashing me a coy smile.
"Oh bullshit you're shy," I laughed throatily as I reached for him. "You've been pushing my buttons all fucking night. You're totally begging for this."
"Well, I've been looking forward to doing this for an entire weekend for a long time," he confessed, his eyes zeroing in on my crotch again.
"An entire weekend?" I repeated, giving my hard dick a good squeeze for him. "Really?"
"You have a problem with that," he asked, looking up at me.
"Hell no," I said, unable to believe my good luck. "Time for you to strip and assume the position!"
He put out his arms. "You want this prize? You gotta unwrap it."
"With pleasure," I said, as I slowly lifted his tshirt up and over his head, my thumbs rubbing over his nipples and lingering a bit as I did. He gasped and hunched and I swear I saw his crotch expand slightly. "You're really asking for it now."
I tossed the shirt into the corner and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his Levi's. As I yanked them down, I was greeted by his bulging tighty whities. Polo Ralph Lauren. Mark and his designer labels. His erection was obvious, pushed up and to the left in the briefs, and they were the slightest bit translucent where the tip of his wet dick pressed against the soft white cotton. I reached out and swiped my index finger over the head of his leaking cock and smiled as he shivered. I brought it to his lips and he sucked my finger. Hard.
"Nice," I said, nodding my approval. "Very nice."
Mark blushed slightly, his eye lids fluttering a bit. He looked up at me. "I think it's only fair you get naked, too," he said. "Now strip!"
There was a slight edge to his voice that, in my tipsy condition, I found more adorable than `dominating.' I smiled back at him. "Yes sir," I chuckled giving him a mock salute and began to disrobe.
I was a bit unsteady as I began to undress, wobbling a little as I stripped my shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes. I don't like the feeling of not being 100 per cent in control, which is the main reason I don't drink, but for some reason I decided to indulge Mark. Probably because we both knew what was coming next. Mark had been sending signals all night long that he wanted to be fucked. Besides, I wasn't driving -- well, except my cock up Mark's tight ass -- so it was all good.
I was shoving my jeans down and was about to step out of them when Mark gave me a gentle shove and I flopped down onto the bed on my back. I sat up as he stripped my pants off. He grinned again and helped me to my feet, only to shove me down on my knees and pull my face into his crotch. He was still wearing his briefs and his manly scent was titillating. I inhaled deeply and gently mouthed and nuzzled his boner through the white cotton.
"Ha," he barked out, jumping back and peeling his underwear down. He pointed at my tented boxer briefs, "Get those off!" I climbed to my feet and quickly complied.
The next thing I knew, we were in a 69-position on my California King bed and he had me deep in his throat, slurping loudly. I didn't want to move this fast so I pushed away slightly but Mark apparently had other ideas. He turned on the bed and pulled in close to me. He was on his side, pressed right against me, playing with my cock and sliding his fingers between my legs, stroking my taint.
That last drink was kicking in and, while my head wasn't spinning or anything like that, I was definitely buzzed. His fingers on me felt great and I relaxed and let him go for it. Once I was worked up enough, though, he was in for it.
His mouth was on my nipple again, teasing it with his teeth and pulling it into a hard point. One hand was gripping my cock, the pad of his thumb lazily running over the head, and the other was tugging at my nuts.
I arched my back and moaned, and as I did so, the fingers that were pulling on my balls traveled down between my legs and began to feather over my pursed hole.
I jumped and the fingers retreated, but then Mark suddenly got on top of me, settling himself between my legs and, looking straight into my eyes, bent down to kiss me.
This was interesting. Mark hungrily took possession of my mouth and I went with it. And why not? Mark was hot and built and we both knew there were no strings attached. Consenting adults. I opened wider to him.
We made out, tongues probing and jousting, and I felt him shift on top of me as if reaching for something and heard a small `crack' noise, but then his right hand was traveling down my body and between my legs. His finger was back, playing with my ass, and in my tipsy and horny condition, I let him in.
He was up to the second knuckle of his index finger when the next thing I knew he had a small brown bottle next to my right nostril.
"What the..." I mumbled, taken aback. I tried to sit up and half-roll out from under, but he moved his arm so it was pressing down on my chest. His finger slid into my ass a bit further and he gently, but firmly, pushed me back down on the bad.
"Do them," he said curtly, his voice suddenly no-nonsense. "Sniff." I felt my dick twitch and I inhaled.
Oh shit. This isn't a good idea, I thought, as the first wave of the aroma hit me. Me and poppers don't mix. Me and poppers and alcohol? Fuck, that's a sure fire way to turn this Alpha Top into a Submissive Bottom.
As if reading my mind, Mark smiled wickedly and put the bottle to my left nostril. He didn't have to say anything: I immediately inhaled and felt the bottle going back to the other nostril again. And then I was gone. Flying high.
"Oh my God," I heard myself saying over and over as Mark went to work preparing my hole. He'd settled himself between my legs and had them spread wide. In fact, he grabbed at them, bent my knees, and pulled me up against him. He worked the finger in my hole around a little
"Oh... Mark...," I started, my voice low and cautious. "What are you doing?"
He smiled at me, his eyes locked on mine again, and I could see the lust in my eyes reflected back at me. "Nothing you don't want, man."
I swallowed hard as he put the poppers back to my nose. I inhaled. He pressed the bottle into my hand and I reluctantly took it. "Do them when I tell you," he said.
Fuck, I could just imagine what I must look like. I nodded. "I don't remember you being this aggressive."
"Things change." Something in his voice made my dick pulse and he smirked as he watched it burp a pearl of pre-cum. He bent down and licked the tip clean. Then he turned his face, looking up at me as the stubble on his cheek graze the sensitive flesh of my cock.
I gasped and my dick throbbed again. He reached to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and I gasped as I felt the cool gel come in contact with my buttocks.
"Sniff," Mark said as he inserted the full length of his index finger into the tight heat of my body. I nodded absently and took a hit off the bottle.
I still wasn't sure about this. I mean, back in college when Dan and I had fooled around he'd somehow become adept at getting me worked up and aroused to such a point that I was putty in his hands. And I never saw it coming. Never. Not that I complained about it. Far from it! But that was ages ago and I'd long since reasserted my Alpha persona, so what the fuck was I doing here with Mark?
I heard a chuckle and saw Mark looking at me with his head cocked to the side.
"Earth to Jock Boy," he laughed, his face lit up with a grin, and I was I was suddenly very aware that he had three fingers working my ass and my ass working them back! When had that happened?
He must've read the confusion on my face because he laughed again. "Man, I've been down here for almost five minutes and you've been just moaning and writhing and huffing those poppers... and I only told you to sniff them the one time. You've been on autopilot ever since!"
And before I knew it, Mark was rolling a condom onto his cock. He got onto his knees, grabbed my legs and with no hesitation whatsoever, pushed his way into me.
"Oh fuck!" I roared as skin met skin and he proceeded to plow my ass. This wasn't the tentative Mark of two and a half years ago. This was Mark on a mission.
I took another hit off the bottle of poppers and lay back, my eyes on Mark's eyes as he thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around him and arched my back. Fuck this felt good.
I was getting lost in the pounding, actually enjoying the feeling of being taken and dominated like this, when I heard a noise. I looked up and past Mark and there, standing in the doorway, were Evan and Jim. Their eyes were wide and their mouths were open in disbelief. I felt Mark shift and watched as he turned to look over his shoulder, a big smile spreading across his face.
"Glad you guys could make it," he said, as he took the bottle of poppers from me, capped it, and tossed it over his shoulder.
"Wouldn't miss it," they chimed in unison.
Evan caught the bottle in his left hand while Jim held up a second bottle. "Mark here told us that poppers bring out your inner slut, man. Is that true?"
I flicked my eyes up at Mark; he was grinning widely and thrust in deeper. I gasped and made a whimpering noise as his cock grazed my nut. I reddened.
"Don't worry," Jim said as he sat down on the bed beside me and began to softly stroke my hair. "Mark here doesn't kiss and tell." He fumbled with the plastic security seal on the poppers he was holding. "He wouldn't give us any details... no matter how much we fucked and sucked him. Would he, Evan?"
"Nope," Evan agreed, nodding, as he walked to the other side of the bed. "He just told us we'd see for ourselves."
My gaze was going back and forth between the two of them as they spoke. I don't know how I could've gotten it so wrong. All night I had assumed Frick and Frack were bottoms looking for me to take them for a test drive, but no... These two were obviously tops and fuck if Mark didn't set me up perfectly. Set me up to take me down in my own house! I looked at him. He'd blushed when Jim had `outed' him but now he had a smug smile on his face. He gave me a wink.
Everything about this scene should've screamed "bad idea" but for some reason I was turned on. The thing is, I trust Mark implicitly. We're great friends and I know he'd never do anything to harm me, so I decided to put that trust into action, knowing he'd have vetted these guys before he'd give them the keys to the kingdom.
Meanwhile, my eyes had zeroed in on Evan's crotch. I'd been admiring what he looked to be packing all night long, and now as he popped open the buttons on his tight 501s and peeled down his scarlet red jockstrap, my eyes practically leapt from their sockets at the sight of his cock. It looked to be about five inches long when soft but lengthened to at least seven as he stroked it to erection. And it was girthy.
"Oh my God," he exclaimed as shucked his pants and jock and knelt on the bed. "Did you just fucking lick your lips?!"
My face reddened and I gulped as he gently and then more forcefully slapped his massive dick against my cheeks. I turned by face to the left and right, chasing it and bobbing my head for it, but he held it just out of reach. It was fucking humiliating but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to taste it. I needed to taste it.
He took my chin in his hand and gently thumbed my lower lip, playing with it. Then he laid that monster cock of his across my lips and smiled as they automatically parted for it. A bottle of poppers appeared at my nostril and again I took a deep draw without any coaxing. As the fumes wrapped their now-familiar tendrils around my booze-soaked brain, I felt my jaws opening - fuck, they might've even unhinged - and his cock slid in like it belonged there. Like it found its home. Fuck if it seemed to fit just right.
"Omigod, Mark!" he exclaimed, "you were right! He's a natural!"
A natural?! I wanted to feel ashamed and dirty. I mean, shit... here I was naked, on my back, my legs up and spread wide, and a cock reaming my ass while two guys looked on. And me a fucking Top! But at that moment, as Mark continued to pummel my ass, lifting my legs even higher and putting them over his shoulders, angling his cock to bump against my delicate prostate, all I wanted was to be fucked. In every hole. And apparently my grunts and groans and moans were making that abundantly clear. What the fuck was happening to me and why didn't I care?
"Yeah, take it deeper," Evan growled lowly as he sunk his dick deeper into my throat. "You've been staring at it all night."
"Jock Boy looks more like a Jock Slut," Jim said, giving me an appraising look. "You like this, don't you?"
At that moment Mark's cock up my ass rang the bell of my fuck nut again and my eyes fluttered. I nodded, my reply muffled because of the log lodged in my throat.
"What's that, Jock Slut?" he asked. "I can't hear you."
Evan pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it against my cheeks again. "What (slap) did (slap) you (slap) say (slap), Jock (slap) Slut?"
Oh Christ! "Yes," I panted, the heat rising in my cheeks and my dick leaking copiously.
"You're nothing but a Jock Slut Bottom Boy, aren't you?" Jim said.
I groaned out loud. Oh God, this was so humiliating!
Jim bent close and grabbed me by my hair. It was just rough enough to be thrilling. "Say it. Tell me what a slut you are. How much you want to be fucked. How much you need it."
"Yes," I gasped out, nodding furiously. "Yes, I'm a slut."
"And you want it."
I nodded.
"Say it, Slut."
"I want it."
"Say you need it."
Another nod. "Yes. I need it."
"Need what?"
"To... to be.. f-fucked," I stammered. "I need to be fucked."
"You heard him boys," he said as Evan shoved his cock back into my waiting mouth. "Let's fuck him like the whore he is."
And then I was being fucked in both ends. In my bed. In house. They turned me on the bed so my head was hanging over the side, my head bent way back so my open mouth would allow Evan's thick shaft to penetrate past my throat and choke reflexes. Jim was tugging at my balls and teasing my nipples, which seem to be connected directly to my cock, speaking of which, was sticking up ramrod straight like a flag pole.
I reached down to grab my dick when a strong hand grabbed my wrist. "No way," Jim said, looking me directly in the eyes. I moved my arm slightly. "Touch yourself again and I'll tie your wrists to the bedposts, got it?"
I nodded, or what could pass for a nod, what with Evan's cock plunging in and out of my throat. But he wasn't done. He grabbed both my wrists and held them over my head, pulling my hard, fit body taut, as if putting it on display, as he continued to ravage my hungry mouth with his pistoning cock.
By now, Mark had settled into a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of my ass with a skill and intensity that surprised me. Apparently he'd gotten some practice over the past couple of years.
Jim turned his focus from my balls and nipples to my dick. He sat on the bed next to me, rubbing my abs and grasping my dick. "Let me tell you a story," Mark said, Jim and Evan both looking intently at him. "Something about his cock."
I immediately knew where this was going and my eyes darted to his. He arched his brow and launched into a story told him a few years ago.
During a high school sports physical when I was sixteen years old, I found out (in the most embarrassing way ever) that I could get hard and cum again within minutes of getting off. No, the doctor wasn't a perv who jacked me off; he was our family doctor. He was holding my nuts, making me turn my head and cough and stuff, when I got a massive hard-on and turned away, blowing a huge load into my hands. I was so mortified that he ended up leaving the exam room for several minutes to let me clean up and compose myself. But when he came back and resumed the exam, fuck if I didn't get hard again. I was completely red-faced when I told him it felt like I needed to shoot off again, and he calmly explained to me that some younger men were able to recover from an orgasm much quicker than others, and that apparently I was one of them and that I should look at it as a good thing. I'd taken that newfound knowledge to heart in my high school and college conquests, and one night, after a couple of drinks, while I was fucking Mark, I boasted to him of my prowess. Now he was using that knowledge against me.
"I wonder how many loads we can wring out of this bad boy then," Jim mused aloud, staring directly into my wide eyes. The thought of being milked was both scary and tantalizing.
"I like the way you think, Jim," Mark said in way of reply. "He told me the other day he'd been working non-stop for weeks and hadn't gotten any in ages. I have a feeling he's got a lot pent up."
"This should be pretty awesome then," Jim said as he took my dick in one hand and my balls in the other.
He teased my dick mercilessly for nearly ten minutes, alternating taking me completely into his throat, corkscrewing his fist up and down the shaft, and roiling his spit-slicked palm over the head, all the while either mouthing or tugging at my balls. I was lost in the sheer bliss of it all, and lost count of how many times he took me to the edge and then backed off -- and this was while Mark was fucking my ass and Evan was practically skull-fucking me. And I didn't miss a beat! Not one fucking beat. I wanted it all. I wanted that cock in my ass and I couldn't get enough of Evan raping my mouth. When I finally shot, seven thick and creamy spurts up my chest, he scooped it up and wiped it on my face and in my hair.
He milked every drop from my cock until it dribbled and then he started teasing the over-sensitive flesh of my head. Again he kept up his wicked ways on my dick, working his magic while I squirmed and whimpered and almost screamed, Evan's cock still fucking my hungry mouth. I nearly passing out twice from lack of oxygen, and then -- holy shit -- my cock got hard again and before I knew it I was shooting a second huge load which again he slathered across my face which by now looked like a fucking glazed donut!
I was a mess. Face slicked with my own cocksnot, ass and mouth being pounded ... the only thing that could've made this scene raunchier was if I was being fucked while on my hands and knees and then, as if they'd read my mind, that's exactly what they did!
Mark pulled out and spanked my ass hard, surprising me. "Turn over, man. Be a good boy."
My eyes widened. Good boy?! What the fuck? I wanted to say something, to protest, but who was I kidding? I wanted this so badly! Evan's cock was still deeply lodged in my throat and he continued to fuck my face, his hand threaded through my hair, as I awkwardly maneuvered onto all fours, the cock never once slipping from my suctioning mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jim unzipping his pants. Like Mark, he wore white briefs, but his Calvins were bulging obscenely and as he skimmed them down along with his jeans and his erect cock slapped up against his flat belly, I realized he was even bigger than Evan. I shuddered and my hole instinctively tightened and my cock, which had just shot two loads, throb and came back to life.
"Oh fuck," Mark laughed, doubling over, "I can see your hole clenching and your dick is hard again!!"
My face reddened with shame which, for some reason, made my cock get even harder.
"Oh shit, you really ARE a cock slut!" Mark laughed as he gave my cock a couple of tugs. "Who'd have thought it?"
"I didn't realize just what a cock slut he is," Jim laughed as he rolled a condom onto his dick and slowly slathered it with lube. "Look, his hole is twitching. I think it's fucking winking hello!"
There was no way my ass could take that tree trunk I thought as he got into place behind me and began to stroke my ass, teasingly feathering his calloused fingers across my spasming hole and then sliding them one, two, three, four (!!) into my already slicked and loosened channel.
As big as Evan was, Jim was bigger. I wasn't prepared for how big. When I felt the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance and felt the stretch in the ring of muscle, my eyes widened in panic. I'd never taken anything that big before in my life and my body wanted to buck and fight, but Mark was ready, the poppers at my left nostril and I snorted deeply.
"That's right, you fucking stud," he urged with a wink, ruffling my hair and making soft noises while moving the bottle to the other nostril. "Another one. Yeah, you got this. You're such a natural."
A natural?! That was the second time I was called that tonight. My eyes flicked up at him when he said that, just as Jim pushed all the way into me. The pressure of his huge cock filling me was the most exquisite mix of pleasure and pain I'd ever felt.
"Ohhh," I grunted with a shudder. My eyes rolled back in my head, lashes fluttering, and drool spilled down the corners of my chin, as I made sounds that were a cross between mewling and choking. I saw Mark out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at me, eyes wide and mouth open, as these two tops played me like an instrument. They were dominating me like I'd never dominated anybody else. Fuck, they were working me in ways I'd never even thought to work another guy, and I could tell from the look on Mark's face that he knew it as well. He knew that I knew he knew it. And he knew just how much I was enjoying this debauchery. Oh shit...
I must've presented quite the pictures: me, at least four inches taller and a good twenty-five pounds heavier than these guys, being roundly, soundly and thoroughly dominated.
"Oh yeah," Jim rumbled, his voice gravely and low. "So fucking tight. Need to loosen this Jock Slut up a little."
End of Part 1