Greg was pissed. I could see that. And hear it, too.
“What the fuck,
dude,” he repeated angrily. “I told you
I ain’t into any gay shit. And I sure as
hell ain’t into getting my ass banged by some total stranger. Why would you even think I’d be up for that,
you said you were hard up for money, what with your car in the shop and the
money you lost in Vegas last month. And
I figured that with your looks you could make a killing selling your ass. That old guys would be lined up to fuck
you. And they’d pay big money, too. Five hundred a pop, I figured.”
“And you think
that I’d be willing to do that, bro – bend over and let old farts fuck my ass? You know me, dude. You know I’m just not into making it…with
other dudes. And…and renting myself out
for money, why that would….that would make me a….a whore, too. You had to know…you…you had to know….I
wouldn’t agree to that.”
I knew that, of
course. I knew Greg would never
willingly bend over and spread ‘em for another guy. Not for five hundred dollars. Not for five thousand. And that’s why I’d taken the precaution of
dropping a roofie into his last beer.
And I could tell, just by his broken speech pattern, the way he was ever
so slightly beginning to slur his words, that the drug was beginning to take
effect and soon the plan I’d nurtured for years would begin to unfurl. And, if things worked out like I hoped, I’d
end up with my studly, totally-straight buddy as my go-to fuck-bitch.
Randy. Goddammit,” he was saying as he
began to visibly wobble on his feet.
“Goddam….” he began again, before he reached down to steady himself. He looked up at me, all confused like. “Jeez, bro,” he said in a quieter voice, “I
feel real strange all of a sudden. Real
should sit down, bro,” I suggested, filling my voice with concern.
he said, clearly confused now. “Maybe I
himself down on the sofa, clearly trying to figure what was going on. I stood there for a few seconds, looking at
him closely. Finally deciding that the
drug was working its magic, I couldn’t help smile. “Here, Greg,” I said, walking up to him. “Let me make you more comfortable.”
I reached down
and began unclasping his belt. Greg
looked up and tried to say something. It
was obvious that he was having trouble formulating the words but finally he
managed to croak out, “Whaddya….whaddaya…..”
“What am I
doing, bro?” I responded, finishing his question for him. “I’m making you comfortable, Greg. Stripping you down buck naked like the dude
who rented you expects.”
managed to eke out, trying to shake his head at the same time. He managed another mumbled ‘nnnnoooo’ as I
pulled his jeans and boxers over his hips and began pulling them down his legs,
but Greg was powerless to stop me. I had
to stop when I came to his sneakers but quickly pulled them off and then yanked
his jeans and shorts off his legs. My
buddy was now completely naked, except for the cap on his head.
I paused for a
moment to look at my buddy. He had a
great body, no question about that. I’d
lusted after it for years and, if anything, it had gotten sexier over time. There was only one flaw in this picture of
sexy male pulchritude, something you wouldn’t notice when he was clothed but
that you couldn’t miss when he was naked – his dick. Though, to be honest, you couldn’t really
call the little tube of Man-flesh dangling from his groin a dick – it was more like
a clit, a dick-clit you could say, maybe an inch and a half long when flaccid
and not much bigger when fully erect.
surprising that Greg was sensitive about the size of his ‘manhood.’ It really did look pathetic. And it was almost certainly the reason my
stud friend’s sex life was virtually non-existent. Oh, he had no problem picking up girls. Not only did he look great – as long as he
was clothed – but he had an out-going personality that just heightened his
general attractiveness. Things would
always go well – until the time came when the girl wanted sex. And then….Well let’s just say that, so far as
I could remember, there wasn’t a single one who came back for seconds. And, to be absolutely truthful, I wouldn’t
either, not if I was a bottom wanting to get fucked. But the thing is, I’m pretty much an
exclusive top and, while Greg’s penis really was pathetic, his ass was truly
spectacular – big, meaty buns with a nice deep cleft between holding a tight,
virginal boypussy I was dying to plunder.
It was obvious
to me, the first time I saw my bro’s tiny package, that the two of us were made
for each other. Not only could I supply
the dick my buddy so sorely lacked, but we got along great together. I knew that if the two of us hooked up,
Greg’s long sexual hiatus would be over – I’d be plowing that hot ass of his
every night, every fucking night. And I
was sure that, once he got used to it, Greg would really enjoy it, too. But when I broached the possibility of us
trying it out, Greg shot it down out of hand.
“Look, Randy,” he said to me, calmly but firmly, “I know you’re gay and
I don’t have any problems with it. None
at all. You’re a cool dude and you
really are my best bro. But I just not
sexually attracted to other guys. I have
no desire to fuck some other guy’s ass and I’m certainly not interested in
having some other dude’s cock rummaging around in my shitter. Sorry, bro, but it just wouldn’t work out.”
frustrated by Greg’s response to my suggestion but, just from the tone of voice
he’d used in rejecting it, I knew better than to press the matter. And for a while, I really did try to put the
idea of us two getting it on out of my mind.
But, over time, as I saw how frustrated and, at times, embarrassed Greg
was when liaisons with women blew up in his face, I couldn’t help shaking the
feeling that I owed it not only to myself but to Greg , too, to force the
however, that, with all the defenses Greg was likely to throw up, there was no
way he’d allow himself to enjoy a single coupling. It was something that would require frequent
repetitions before Greg would be able to admit to himself that he actually
enjoyed having me fuck him, before he could wrap his mind around the idea that
he wasn’t really a stud, that he was destined to be my bitch. So, while I thought about just slipping him a
roofie and having my way with him, I was certain that, when the roofie wore off
and Greg understood what had happened, he would in all likelihood sunder any
relationship he had with me. What I
needed was a way to force my bro to be my bitch even though he was sure he
didn’t want to be. I was confident that,
if I could do that, over time Greg would not only accept his role as a
fuck-bitch but actually come to enjoy it.
Since Greg was
physically stronger than me, the only way I could see to effectuate my scheme
was to blackmail my bro into submitting to me.
And that’s how I came up with my plan to drug my bro, bitch him out to a
total stranger, film the entire encounter, and then threaten to expose him to
all his straight bros as a faggot fuck-slut.
And I was pretty sure that would work because what I had come to realize
after years of studying him was that while Greg really did have no difficulty
accepting the fact that I was gay, he was super protective of his own image as
a straight stud – an image that would be blown to smithereens if a video of him
being cunted out by an old dude, and which would also show the whole world what
a tiny boy-clit he had, were to circulate among his other bros. I didn’t like having to blackmail my best bro
and I definitely didn’t appreciate that I was going to have to forego the
incredible pleasure of busting Greg’s cherry, but I just couldn’t see any other
I’d placed an
ad on craigslist, posing as Greg and offering my ass to any big-dicked dude who
liked to role-play, explaining how I’d always fantasized about being violently
raped and cunted out while totally restrained.
You wouldn’t believe all the responses I got. I culled them down to three and then
interviewed them, presenting myself as Greg’s best friend - which I was. The dude I selected had an eight-inch dick,
not the largest one proffered but definitely the thickest. The reason I chose the dude I did, though,
was because he was, by far, the least sexually attractive of the three. He was in his mid-sixties, grossly overweight,
and he had a face that could, as the old expression goes, stop a clock. I knew Greg was going to be incredibly
humiliated when he saw this dude fucking him on the video I’d be making and I
was sure that he’d do anything to keep me from spreading it around to his
friends. Anything, including becoming my
fuck-bitch. And the clincher for the old
dude was that he was perfectly willing to let me film the whole sexual encounter
– provided I gave him a copy of the video when it was all over. I wasn’t too keen on that, but he promised
that he wouldn’t post it on the internet.
I made him sign an agreement to that effect and threatened to sue him if
he violated it. I figured he’d probably
show the video to his friends, but it wasn’t likely that any of those old
codgers would be running in the same circles as Greg’s bros. It was the best arrangement I could make
under the circumstances but, still, I wasn’t too happy knowing that there was
going to be a video I had no control over floating around out there showing
Greg getting the bejesus fucked out of him, but it was a risk I figured I had
dude was scheduled to come by in half an hour and I needed to get Greg into
position for his deflowering. I reached
down and hauled my buddy onto his feet.
He was able to stand, if just barely.
With me guiding him and pretty much holding him up, we managed to
stumble into Greg’s bedroom where I deposited him on his bed. I ran back to my bag and got the four sets of
rope I’d already cut. When I got back to
his bedroom, I tied Gregs wrists to the bottom of the headboard and then his
ankles to the top. Greg just laid there,
not resisting but not helping either, and it took some time to get his legs
properly positioned. But when I was
finished and stood back to take a look, I’ve got to admit he looked really hot
– his succulent ass in the air, his legs spread wide apart exposing his
pristine anal opening for the whole world to see. I hurried back to the bag and picked up the
gag and the lube.
I wasn’t happy
having to gag my buddy. But, with him
being a virgin and everything and the dude who was going to fuck him having
such a big cock, I figured I didn’t have any choice. Even in his drugged-out state, the experience
was bound to be really painful and I didn’t want Greg’s screams alerting his
neighbors as to what was happening in Greg’s bedroom. It would have been really hot hearing my bro
groaning and begging the dude to stop fucking him, but that was one pleasure I decided
I had to forego.
Once I got the
gag firmly in place, though, I moved on to lubing Greg’s hole. I did a real good job of that, I must say,
even though it was surprisingly hard getting my first finger up his hole, despite
the fact that it was totally coated with lube. I have to say I really enjoyed finger-fucking
my long-time buddy, too. It wasn’t as
exciting as popping his cherry with my cock would have been, but it was
something special knowing that I was the first dude to finger-fuck him, the
first dude to explore his pristine nether regions where no man had been before.
I’d just gotten
my third finger up his hole and was busy massaging Greg’s prostate to his
obvious discomfort and excitement when I heard a hard rapping at the front
door. I reluctantly withdrew my hand from
the furnace of my bro’s back entryway and went out to greet my buddy’s
Even though I
had met with him just a few days earlier, I was stunned by how physically
unattractive the man was. It was almost
a certainty that this was the only time in the dude’s life that he was having
sex without having to pay for it. And,
looking at the man, I realized that I won’t agree to have sex with him no
matter how much he paid me. Fortunately
for him, however, Greg wasn’t going to have any say in the matter.
ready”” he asked, once he was in the apartment.
replied easily. “He’s in the bedroom,
all trussed-up like we talked about.”
gonna film it all?”
responded, “just like we discussed.”
I want a copy of it when it’s over.”
problem. Just so it’s understood it’s
not going up on the internet.”
“I have no
interest in posting a video like that on the internet.”
“Well, just so
you know, I’m going to have the only other copy and if I ever see it on the
internet, I’m gonna come looking for you.
And there’s criminal laws out there, now, that deal with the
unauthorized dissemination of sexually explicit films and photos. And, just so we’re clear, you’re not
authorized to disseminate it in any way.”
“I told you
that I wasn’t going to post it,” the dude responded, his pig-eyes flashing in
anger. “I already told you that.”
I could see the
dude was pissed off by my tone of voice, but I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t want this video on the internet – at
least not before I’d trained my buddy up right.
Besides, if the old fucker was pissed, he’d probably take it out on
Greg’s pussy which would make for a hotter film.
“Just so we’re
clear,” I finished, noting that this seemed to anger him off even more. I managed to stifle a smile as I turned the
subject to the present. “Okay, now if
you want to remove your clothes, we can go get started.” Normally, I would have enjoyed focusing on
Greg’s horrified face as the man disrobed in front of him, revealing not only
his repulsive body but his out-sized penis.
But, seeing how Greg was pretty much out-of-it, that would be a waste of
time. Instead, I planned on starting the
video with the dude walking into the room, already naked and hard, so that the
camera could get an accurate idea of just what type of man was about to bust my
muscled-up bro’s cherry fuck-hole.
dude said, and started stripping. Once
he was naked, I have to admit I was surprised.
Not by his body which was as unappetizing as I had expected. It was his cock that surprised me. He’d shown me a picture of it during our
interview and I had been impressed by its size.
But, seeing it in the flesh, fully aroused by the prospect of fucking my
bro, it seemed much larger and far more menacing. While it tapered down a little before flaring
back up at the crown, it really was as thick as a beer can for the bulk of its
length. It was the type of cock that
could do a lot of damage to any fuck-hole, particularly a cherry one, and I was
just glad that it wasn’t my ass that was going to be its target.
“Okay,” I said,
once he was completely naked. “Give me a
couple minutes to get the cameras set up and then come on in. Once inside, it’s your show. Have fun with my buddy however you want.”
about that,” he responded with a sick smile that would have chilled Greg to the
bone if he could see it. “I’m going to
have lots of fun with your buddy. Lots
While I was
planning on recording the whole session on my smart phone, I’d also brought
over a video camera which I set up on Greg’s dresser pointed down towards the
headboard so it could record Greg’s reactions as he was cunted-out for the
first time. Then, I pointed my phone
towards the door and set it record.
“Come on in,” I shouted. A moment
later, the dude was walking through the door.
And the show was on.
And it was
everything I could have hoped for. Right
off the bat, as he made his way towards the bed, the dude glanced down and saw
Greg’s little clit. He actually started
laughing. “Holy Fuck!” he
exclaimed. “No wonder this dude likes
taking it up his pussy. My thumb is
bigger than his little dickie is. Fuck,
they should just cut it off and give him a pussy in front to go with the one in
back. At least that way, he could
service two Real Men at the same time, and no one would notice the loss
turned my phone towards Greg’s groin, zooming in on his tiny wiener which was lying
hard as a rock across his belly. It
really was pathetic and the old, fat dude was right. His thumb was bigger than Greg’s
boy-clit. But even as I was filming
Greg’s tiny member, it was disappearing from view. The dude had trundled himself up onto the bed
and as he positioned his massive fuck-stick just outside my buddy’s pristine
hole, the cascading rolls of fat tumbling down from his belly literally covered
up Greg’s boner.
yourself, boy,” the dude sneered.
“You’re about to get fucked by a real Man-cock.” And then, like a bull, he just pounded his
way all the way inside my buddy’s virgin fuck-chute.
Greg had been
placidly lying on the bed during all of this.
Though his eyes were opened and he was seemingly staring forward, it was
pretty obvious that he didn’t really comprehend what was going on. But all that ended the moment the fat dude
jammed his cock up Greg’s shitter. Greg’s
eyes got big as saucers and the shriek of raw agony that erupted from his
throat was only partially muffled by the gag in his mouth. And immediately, he began struggling with his
bonds, writhing and squirming on the bed, trying desperately to dislodge the
rampaging cock that was making mincemeat out of his entire anal passageway.
to stop the assault on his pussy amused and excited the man fucking him. And, in any event, they were totally
ineffectual. The man just kept pounding
away at Greg’s hole, ravaging it with one hard thrust after another, battering
it into submission. Soon, loud raspberry
farts began filling the air as he began deep-dicking Greg, pulling his bloated
fuck-pole all the way out of Greg’s fluttering boycunt only to barrel back in
even before the battered sphincter could succeed in closing.
Greg’s head was
whipping back and forth against the pillows propping it up, guttural groans
escaping from the gag, tears just streaming down his face, as the assault on
his no longer virgin boy-hole went on and on.
While I really was sorry to see my buddy in such obvious pain, I told
myself that it couldn’t be helped; that, in the long run, what was happening to
him now was all for the good. After all,
you couldn’t make an omelet without breaking eggs. Yet, even as I sympathized with what Greg was
suffering, there was a part of me that couldn’t deny that it was hot as hell
watching my buddy getting so thoroughly bitched-out. My own cock was like a tube of iron in my
I’ve got to
give the old fucker credit. For someone
as old and out of shape as he so clearly was, he had remarkable stamina. He pounded my buddy a good thirty minutes,
his massive body just dripping sweat from his exertions, before he finally got
his nut, throwing Greg a last barrage of ass-splitting thrusts that had my
friend screeching again through his gag.
And then he just collapsed on my bro’s body.
He just lay
there, his flab pretty much covering Greg’s body, breathing heavily but
otherwise inert. I was about to stop
filming when I suddenly saw an unmistakable twitch work through his massive
buttocks. It was followed by another and
then another. And, then, almost before I
could figure out what was happening, he was fucking Greg again.
The second fuck
took a lot longer than the first and though it was visibly less violent it was,
judging from Greg’s reaction on the bed, just as painful for my bro. And this time, after the old dude finally
shot his load, he tumbled forward with such force that I was afraid he’d had a
heart attack. Fortunately, the way he
was gasping for air, it was obvious that he was still alive. I let the old fucker just lie there for ten
minutes, waiting for him to get up until it dawned on me that he was so
exhausted that he wasn’t physically able to – not without help anyway.
Like I said,
I’m in pretty good shape myself, but it took all of my strength to get him back
to his feet and, by the time I did, I was almost as covered in his perspiration
as Greg was. “Jesus Christ,’ he finally
managed to croak out as he stood there swaying in front of the bed. “That was the best sex of my life.” Just looking at the dude, I had no doubt that
he was telling me the truth.
It took close
to half-an-hour to get the old fucker dressed and out of the apartment and he
made sure to make me promise again to send him his copy of the video I’d
made. We were at the front door when he
turned to me and said, “if your buddy ever wants to get fucked again, I’m
definitely available.” I didn’t want to
tell the dude that there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d be coming back, that
if anyone else was going to be fucking Greg, it was going to be me, so I just
smiled and shook my head agreeably. And
then I ushered him out.
When I got back
to Greg’s bedroom, I took a few minutes footage just showing the aftermath of
my buddy’s deflowering – the swollen, abraded fuck-lips; the slow dribble of
spent spunk out of his ravaged boy-cunt.
And it was while I was moving in for a close-up of Greg’s ravaged
shitter that I noticed that his ass-cleft wasn’t the only part of his body that
was scuzzed up. Just above Greg’s crotch
there was an obvious pool of drying ball-juice.
Now I know that
repeated proddings of the prostate excites a dude’s cock even when he’s not all
that into getting fucked. But,
considering how violently Greg was being fucked, I found it remarkable that
he’d shot a load of Man-seed not just once but multiple times. And I could tell it was multiple times just
by the size of the drying pools of cum.
Greg’s balls were a perfect match for his tiny cock and there was no way
he could produce as much cream as was drying on his belly from a single
orgasm. My bro had nutted multiple times
while getting the bejesus fucked out of him and I figured that had to mean
something. Anyway, I knew he’d be
incredibly humiliated when he realized he’d cum while being fucked, so I took
plenty of footage of his drying babymakers.
I knew it would
be a while before Greg regained full consciousness, so I untied his legs and let
them flop down onto the bed. I left his
arms restrained, though, because I knew he was going to be absolutely furious
when he discovered what had happened and I needed to survive long enough to
convince him that killing me was not his best option. I thought about cleaning up his ravaged pussy
but decided against it. I didn’t want
there to be any doubt in his mind that he’d been fucked and he might try to
convince himself that the video I had was simply the product of expert
photo-shopping. But there’d be no way
he’d be able to explain away his man-cunt dribbling spent spooge.
It took Greg a
good four hours before he began to stir.
At first, he was just moaning and whimpering but soon he began twisting
and shaking his body almost as if he was trying to buck someone off him during
some nightmarish dream. It was maybe an
hour after that started that it became obvious Greg was beginning to regain
full consciousness. I had pulled up a
chair so I was sitting right next to the bed when his eyes suddenly popped open
and he turned towards me. It took him a
few seconds to focus but, once he did, he mumbled out a “Jesus, Randy, I feel
like shit. What the fuck happened?”
“A lot,” I
simply replied, waiting for my bro to fully comprehend his present
situation. That didn’t take long in
happening. He tried to bring his right
hand towards his head which was, of course, impossible since his wrists were
still tied to the corner of the bed. He
tried again and then looked over and saw the ropes coiled around his wrist. “What the fuck,” he exclaimed, obviously
upset. “Why am I tied up?” And then, as he struggled frantically to free
himself he happened to glance down at his body.
“Motherfuck!” he shouted at me.
“Why am I naked? What the fuck’s
going on, Randy? What the fuck’s going
Greg,” I soothed. “Calm down. We’ve got things to talk over.”
goddammit,” Greg demanded, twisting and turning on the bed as he tried to free
himself of the restraints. “Untie me, Randy.
Now.” He was writhing around on
the bed, trying his damnedest to free himself and, I have to say, watching his
muscles straining against the ropes pinioning him was really hot. Greg had been basically out of it when I tied
him up and restraining him had just seemed a prudent precaution, but seeing him
struggling against his bondage dramatically brought home how vulnerable he
really was. And I was surprised how
turned on I was by the realization that I could pretty much do anything I
wanted to him. I could rape him if I
wanted to and he couldn’t stop me and just knowing that made my cock throb in
struggling for a few more minutes but eventually, having discovered that even
with all his muscularity he wasn’t going to break the bonds, he gave up. He was lying there, glaring at me, when a
loud raspberry fart erupted from his ass, followed immediately by a major
effusion of the old dude’s ball juice.
Immediately, Greg’s face turned a scarlet red but, as the nature of his
anal discharge became apparent, his embarrassment was overtaken by horrified
shock. He turned towards me. “You didn’t….you couldn’t…you didn’t fuck me,
did you, Randy? Is that what you
did? You fucked me?”
“No, Greg,” I
replied, knowing the moment of truth had arrived. “I didn’t fuck you. Somebody else did.”
Greg screamed at me as he returned to frantically trying to free himself
from the ropes. “I’m gonna kill you,
Randy. I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
I let Greg
struggle until sheer exhaustion finally caused him to stop. He looked at me, his face still suffused with
raw rage, “You’re gonna have to let me go, eventually, Randy, and when you do,
I am gonna kill you.”
certainly a little disconcerting, if not totally surprising, to hear my buddy
promise to kill me, but I’d definitely gone too far to turn back now. So I went ahead with my plans. “Calm down, Greg,” I replied. “I know you’d probably like to kill me right
now – you’ve made that pretty clear – but there’s something I want you to
watch.” And with that I picked up my iPhone
and moved over to the bed.
Greg shied away
from me as I sat down next to him, not surprisingly considering what I’d just
done to him, but I ignored his reaction, flipped on the play button and let the
ten-minute compilation that I’d prepare start playing out.
It began with a
long panning shot of Greg trussed up on the bed, his body naked, his legs
spread far apart to reveal his then-virgin boy-hole. ‘You motherfucker,’ Greg muttered as he saw
himself displayed like a piece of raw meat.
But then that picture dissolved and the old dude appeared on the screen
in all his naked repulsiveness. And as
Greg took in the scene on the screen, he audibly groaned. ‘Oh, God,’ he exclaimed. ‘You let this guy…you let this guy fuck
me? Oh my God. No.
Please, no.” Then, as the camera
zoomed in on the huge, disgusting piece of Man-meat dangling below the dude’s
bulging belly, I felt the bed beginning to shake. ‘Oh, fuck,’ Greg moaned. ‘He’s hung like a fucking horse. Oh, no.
Then, as Greg’s
fucker approached his bed, the fat dude could be heard laughing as he said ‘Holy
Fuck! No wonder this dude likes taking
it up his pussy. My thumb is bigger than
his little dickie is. Fuck, they should
just cut it off and give him a pussy in front to go with the one in back. At least that way, he could service two Real
Men at the same time, and no one would notice the loss anyway.’ Immediately,
the camera cut to Greg’s little clit, visually underlining the massive
disparity in size between the old dude’s fuck-stick and Greg’s little wienie.
At this point,
Greg’s entire body flushed a brilliant scarlet and his legs seemed to scrunch
up together as if trying to hide his tiny dick from view. And as I looked at Greg’s face while he
watched the video, seemingly transfixed by the screen, a single tear seeped out
of his right eye. The old dude’s comment
had cut him where he was most vulnerable, cut him deep and then turned the
knife. I knew it would be a long time –
if ever – before Greg would forget the scorn and amusement in the old fucker’s voice. And while I was sorry to be the precipitant
of my bro’s total humiliation, I kept telling myself that, in the long run, it
was all for the best.
cringed on the bed as the old fucker climbed onto it in the video and he issued
a muffled shriek as he watched himself getting penetrated for the first time. I had watched the dude as he fucked my buddy
and it had been brutal. But, seeing it
on the screen seemed to make it even more violent and as Greg watched it for
the first time I could see him literally cringing every time his poor ass took
a particularly vicious thrust. When the
old dude picked up the pace even more as he approached his first orgasm, I
could hear little moans escaping from Greg.
And when the dude finally shot his load and then let his massive bulk
collapse on the raped boy, I heard Greg mumbling ‘Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
In reality, the
old dude had taken his time recovering from his exertions, but I had cut most
of that out of the adumbrated version, so it only seemed a minute or two before
he stirred himself and started going at Greg’s pussy again. On the bed, watching it now, Greg couldn’t
hide his shock. ‘You…you let him fuck me
again. You let him do that to me. Oh, fuck.’
And then Greg started crying.
pretty much all the way through his second cunting-out. And when, after this second brutal fuck, the
old dude finally pulled his massive dong out of Greg’s ravaged hole and Greg
saw the way his formerly tight asshole just gaped open, the ass-lips swollen
and bruised, a trickle of the dude’s ball slime dribbling down onto Greg’s
taint, he audibly sobbed. ‘How could you
do this to me, Randy?’ he asked, not even able to bring himself to look me in
the face. ‘How could you let him fuck me
like that, like I was some animal? You
were supposed to be my friend. How could
you do this to me?’
I stopped the
replay and put my phone aside. Then I
took a deep breath and I began the explanation I’d so long prepared in my mind.
“I know right
now, Greg, that you’re hurting. And I
know you think I’ve betrayed you in the most disgusting way imaginable. And I’m sorry I had to do that. I am.
But I think I needed to do what I did – for your own good.”
“For my own
good?” Greg tried to interrupt me, obviously furious. But I cut him off by slapping him hard. “Don’t interrupt me, boy,” I growled. The shock on Greg’s face was obvious. I don’t think he’d ever been bitch-slapped like
that before. I’m sure that If he hadn’t
been restrained, he would have strangled me right there, but he was restrained. And he knew it. So he just lay there glaring at me. But he didn’t interrupt me again.
“Yeah, for your
own good, Greg,” I repeated. “Look, bro,
you’re a good-looking dude. Fuck, you’re
hot as shit. But how’s your sex life
been? I’ll tell you – a total zip. Oh, yeah, you’ve got no trouble meeting girls
– or getting them to come home with you, too.
But how many repeat performances do they come back for? Nada.
And we both know why that is.
It’s because of that tiny little dick you’ve got between your legs. You need to face facts, Greg. You ain’t ever gonna please a woman with a
little nub like you’ve got. Ever.”
“Oh, yeah. We’ve all heard the old saw – it’s not what
you’ve got, it’s how you use it. And
there’s probably some truth to that.
But, dude, you still have to have something real between your legs to
use. And, as crude as he was, that old
fucker had it right, as far as girls are concerned you might as well have a
pussy between your legs for all the pleasure your little clit can provide them.”
I could see how
embarrassed Greg was as I went on about how pathetically small his dick
was. He was blushing a brilliant red
and, probably unconsciously, he’d again brought his legs together as if to hide
his little clit. But it was time to
finally bring everything out in the open, so I pressed on.
simple truth of the matter is you’re never, never going to find a woman who’ll
want to hook up with you on a permanent basis.
At least not any woman who has the slightest interest in sex. As far as women are concerned, you’re looking
at a totally sexless future.”
“But it doesn’t
have to be that way, Greg. There’s
plenty of guys around, guys like me, who wouldn’t give a damn about how small
your little boy clit is, who look at you, at your hot body, at your great ass,
and who’d love to have sex with you, who’d love to fuck you, to take you on a
sexual joy-ride that would leave you gasping in pleasure. You don’t have to give up on sex, Greg. You just have to look for it in a different
I knew what
Greg’s rejoinder was going to be, so I paused to let him voice it. “Fuck, that shit, Randy,” he said with
vehemence. “I don’t have the slightest
interest in having sex with other dudes.
And I definitely don’t want to get fucked, like you let that old guy do
to me. I can’t believe you let him do
that to me. I can’t believe you set me
up the way you did. I’m fucking gonna
kill you when I get out of these ropes, Randy.
I’m fucking gonna kill you.”
Greg’s threats and went on. “You know
what I think, Greg. I think your whole
life you’ve been embarrassed by how small your dick is – fuck, let’s call it a
clit, because that’s what it really is, a little clit. Your whole life you’ve been embarrassed by
your little clit and, because of that, you tried to project as macho an
attitude as possible and you convinced yourself that the last thing you ever
wanted to do was make it with another dude, with a dude who had a real cock
between his legs. Because you were
afraid that if you did, if you had sex with another dude, if you let another
dude fuck you, you’d enjoy it. And that,
together with your small clit, would mean you were a faggot, a pussyboy. And you didn’t want to face that
were flashing daggers as he sputtered, “You saw it, Randy. You saw how even drugged out like I was I was
thrashing around in pain as that bastard fucked me. I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t enjoy it at all.”
“Oh, you were
in pain alright, Greg,” I retorted. “No
question about that. That dude was
really hung and you were a virgin and he fucked the living crap out of
you. And it hurt, hurt a lot, I’m
sure. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t
enjoy it, that you weren’t sexually turned on by being fucked.”
Greg replied. “I hated it and you know
“What I know,”
I responded picking up my phone, “Is that you don’t know what you enjoy, what
turns you on. Look at this, Greg. Look at this.”
I held the
phone in front of Greg’s face. “Look at
your belly, bro,” I ordered, harshly. “See
all that white crud. That’s cum – your
cum. You creamed yourself, boy, while
that old dude was fucking you. And,
judging by the volume, more than once, too.
You may have been writhing around on the bed in pain as that old fucker
cored a cunt out of your asshole, but you had yourself two or three orgasms as
he fucked you. So don’t tell me that you
didn’t enjoy getting fucked. The
evidence is right there. Right in front
of your face.”
And even as
Greg was looking at the video, it zoomed in to his stomach, and there was no
question that what he was looking at was drying cum, drying cum shot from his
own nads. Greg started crying
again. “Why are you doing this to me,
Randy?” he asked in a plaintive voice.
“What did I ever do to you?”
I softened my
voice. “Like I said, bro, I didn’t do
this to hurt you. I did it to make you
see yourself for what you truly are. I
think, Greg, that I could make you happy.
I could give you a sex life you could really enjoy?”
“Are you out of
your mind, Randy,” Greg almost shouted at me.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?
You’d have to be if you think that after what you did to me, getting me
drugged up and then letting that disgusting dude fuck me, that I’m gonna ever
hook up with you. Even if I was the
world’s biggest flaming faggot, you’re the last dude in the world I’d want as
my boyfriend. The fucking last dude.”
I had been
prepared for this response. Right then,
I was sure I really was the last person in the world that Greg would willingly
hook up with. But I wasn’t planning on
giving Greg a choice. It was time to lay
all my cards on the table and that’s what I did.
“Greg, you need
to understand one thing clearly,” I began.
“I’m not interested in having you as my boyfriend. I want you as my bitch, as my fuck-bitch who
bends over when I tell him, who drops to his knees when I give him the word,
who does everything I tell him to – and I do mean EVERYTHING - without any
hesitation. That’s what I want.”
“And no, Greg,”
I quickly continued, forestalling any interruption, “I don’t expect you to
willingly agree to it. But I do think
you will agree to it when you realize that, if you don’t, every person you know
– all your friends, your family, your coworkers – is going to be receiving
their own personal copy of the video you just watched. Everyone you know will see you not only being
cunted out by that old dude, they’ll see the cum on your belly that you shot
while you were being fucked. And, Greg,
they’ll all see your pathetic little clit in all its glory and they’ll figure,
they all will figure, that it’s no wonder you spread your legs for other dudes
seeing how ill-equipped you really are to function as a Real Man. And you’ll become an object of pity and mirth
to everyone you know and some friends will start shunning you and others will
come on to you, figuring a dude like you would welcome being fucked by any Real
Man. And your reputation as a macho man
that you’ve built up over all these years will seem like a sick joke to all of
them and you’ll be embarrassed every time you meet anyone you know. And because that’s what you face unless you
accept my proposal, you’re gonna agree right now to becoming my fuck-bitch.”
Greg just lay
there, obviously stunned, as I finished.
“You’d do that, Randy?” he finally asked, his voice almost
breaking. “You’d send that disgusting
video to my friends – to my family?
You’d do that knowing it would destroy my whole life?”
“Yeah, I’d do
that, Greg,” I assured my buddy, my voice hard.
“I made up my mind to do that if I had to before I even set this whole
thing up. I’ve gone too far to back
down. You either agree to become my
fuck-bitch or I’ll make it so that the only way you’ll ever have sex again is
by agreeing to become some other dude’s fuck-bitch, because that’s basically
what’s going to happen once everyone sees this video. But I’ll give you this, Greg. If you agree to become my fuck-bitch, agree
to do everything I tell you to for the next year – and you live up to your side
of the bargain – I’ll destroy this video at the end of the year and then it’ll
be totally up to you whether you want to continue as my fuck-bitch. That’s the deal on the table, Greg. It’s either that or I send the video out to
every one of your contacts. So what’s it
gonna be, bro? Are you gonna be my
fuck-bitch for the next year or not?”
Greg lay silent
on the bed for the longest time, staring off into the distance, tears gathering
in his eyes, as he processed everything I had just told him. And then, haltingly, he spoke, “the deal…the
deal is that I’m your fuck-bitch for a year and that after the year you’ll
destroy the tape?”
the deal,” I agreed.
“And you won’t
tell anyone I’m your fuck-bitch during the first year, is that part of it?”
“I’ll make that
promise, Greg. I won’t tell anyone
you’re my fuck-bitch during the first year.”
“I’ll do it,”
Greg finally said after another long pause.
“You’re a sick motherfucker, Randy, but I’ll do it.”
I tried to keep
myself calm even though an incredible euphoria was gripping me. “Just so we’re clear, Greg,” I said. “You’re agreeing to being my fuck-bitch for
the next year, you’re agreeing to doing whatever I tell you, is that right?”
right,” he responded sullenly.
“Then say it,”
I ordered. “Say you agree to being my
fuck-bitch, to doing whatever I tell you.”
The two of us
locked eyes for a long moment and then, slowly as if the words were being
dragged out from the depth of his soul, Greg said. “I’ll…I’ll be your fuck-bitch, Randy, for the
next year and I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
forward to finally untie Greg’s hands, but as I did so, I gave him a
warning. “I know right now you probably do
want to kill me. Fuck, you’ve already
said as much. But, understand one thing,
Greg. I’ve set my system up so that the
video of you and the old dude goes out to all your contacts in twenty-four
hours unless I punch in a code to stop it.
So, if you have any ideas that taking care of me will solve your
problems, they won’t.”
Just looking at
his reaction to this last piece of information, it was obvious that Greg had at
least considered the possibility of reneging on his agreement. “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you,
Randy,” he said, bitterly. “You’ve been
planning this for a long time, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I have,
Greg,” I admitted. “I have.”
Once his hands
were free, Greg started rubbing the wrists where the ropes had abraded
them. He looked up at me.
“Well,” he said
looking up at me, his anger still red-hot, “what’s next?”
I repeated. “What’s next is I fuck
you. What did you think? So get your legs up in the air, boy, and
spread your cheeks apart.”
gonna do this, Randy? You’re really
going to fuck me?” he asked as if he still just couldn’t wrap his head around
what was about to happen.
“Of course, I’m
gonna fuck you, boy,” I replied, allowing myself to grin, my voice almost feral
with lust. “I’m gonna be fucking you all
the time. And I’m gonna start right
now. So get those muscled legs of yours
up into the air. Now, boy. Now!”
raised his legs up, glaring at me as he did it.
reach down and spread those cheeks apart and show me your pussy,” I ordered.
he did just that. In the hours since the
old dude had popped his cherry, the hole itself had finally closed, but the
ass-lips were still puffed and swollen and there was a moistened area on Greg’s
taint that showed he was still leaking some of the man’s ball-slime. Greg was clearly no longer a virgin but I
figured he would still be super-tight and, as I was soon to find out, he was.
I fucked Greg
three times that first day, though I did give him a break between the second
and third fuck. And, surprisingly,
considering how the old dude had fucked the hell out Greg’s virgin ass just
hours before, Greg’s pussy was as tight as any I’d ever fucked. Of even greater interest to me was the fact
that, despite the fact that Greg obviously hated getting fucked, his little
clit was hard as an iron during our sessions together and he shot his own load
four times – four times – while I was dicking him. It was an incredible turn-on seeing him cum
while I was nailing his straight ass, an incredible turn-on. And his abject embarrassment every time he
shot off was just icing on the cake.
I kept Greg
naked the entire weekend, letting him know that that’s the way he’d always be
when he was home and it was the two of us.
He looked at me quizzically and that’s when I let him know that I’d be
moving in with him the next week. “After
all, boy,” I explained, “training up a bitch properly is full-time work and I
fully intend to train you up right. So
I’m gonna be living right here, with you.”
protested, “this is a one-bedroom apartment and my bed’s only a double.”
problem, boy,” I assured him. “A
double’s more than enough for me.” Seeing
his confusion, I explained, “I’ll be fucking you on the bed, alright, but
you’ll be sleeping on the floor from now on – where bitches always sleep.” If looks could kill, I would have been dead
right there, and it was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud at his
barely suppressed fury.
On Saturday, I
made him shave his pubes and pit-hair. Greg didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all. And he let me know what he thought of that
idea. But he quickly learned that I’d
been dead serious when I’d warned him that I expected him to do whatever he was
told without objection. The look on his
face when I ordered him over my lap and told him I was going to spank him was
priceless. ‘You are one sick
motherfucker,’ he said as he settled in over my knees, his anger almost
palpable. Ten minutes later, though, his
anger had been beaten out of him and he was begging me not to spank him
anymore. When I finally did stop, he was
sobbing like a little boy, promising that he’d behave himself, that he’d do
what he was told without any backtalk. Half
and hour later, when he came back to the bedroom, having shaved his pubes and
pit-hair and I told him I expected him to keep them shaved smooth from now on,
he simply shook his head ‘yes.’
By the time the
weekend was over, he’d learned to call me ‘Master,’ that fuck-bitches never sat
on furniture, never covered themselves up even when fully erect, and always
asked for permission whenever they needed to use the facilities. And. once I did move in permanently. I began
his re-education in earnest.
months into our new relationship, Greg has pretty much learned all the basics
of his life as a fuck-bitch He’s learned to drink my piss whenever I need
to take a leak. He’s learned how to use
his tongue when he’s cleaning out my asshole, getting it all the way up my
shit-chute no matter how noxious the odors assailing his nose. He’s learned to eat his meals out a dog bowl,
like an animal. And he’s learned to
never, ever contradict me when I give him an order, no matter how embarrassing
or humiliating it might be, but to just do what he’s told ‘like a good little
all these lessons. But I’m still not
sure he’s learned the most important lesson of all – that this is the life he
was always destined to live, that being my sex slave is the best thing that
ever happened to him. While he’s
definitely learned not to verbalize any of his resentment, I still occasionally
see the fire in his eyes whenever he’s tasked with a particularly humiliating
service. I have obtained his outward
obedience but I’ve not yet seen the inner subservience that will mark my total
But I’m getting
there. I can see that in small, little
ways - the way Greg tightens his cunt when I’m fucking him without being told
to; the way he moans in real pleasure when I work his prostate to the point
where he cums uncontrollably; the way his face lights up with gratitude when I
congratulate him for exceptional service.
I don’t think the sex is a problem anymore. Now, it’s simply wrapping his mind around the
total subservience to another male.
That’s what he’s having trouble with.
But I have nine more months before Greg gets to make the choice of
continuing as my bitch, my sex slave, or ending our time together. And Increasingly I’m confident he’ll make the
right choice – for me and for him.
Time will tell,
as it always does. But, until then, no
matter what his decision may ultimately be, I’m gonna enjoy the hell out of his
sweet pussy. In fact, I think I’ll go do
that right now.