This is where I could have just stopped and said to myself, "You know what? This is ridiculous. There's nothing but an anonymous kid -- younger than me! -- telling me to do this stupid thing, and I don't have to do it. There are a million other things I should be doing that would be just as much fun." Every rational fiber in my being told me that I shouldn't go through with Ryan's request, but I had become a slave to my cock, and my cock told me that I had to go through with it.
The next morning, I shaved myself for the first time -- I'd read up on it on the internet, and I was expecting rough bumps and bleeding and itchiness, but my razor worked fine and I had no problems. When I got out of the shower, I was as smooth as a ten-year-old. My cock looked young and inferior.
I put my cock ring on and slid pants on -- no underwear because I wasn't allowed to wear it anymore -- and walked into town. There was a pharmacy there that sold odds and ends for college students, including Polaroid cameras. I couldn't help feeling like everyone in the store knew I was using the camera for naughty purposes, like to appease them, I'd have to show them evidence of me taking nice, harmless instant photos of trees and stuff.
I went walking to Sarah's room from there; I knew she had a class and wouldn't be in. I stripped, got the camera out, and grabbed a black marker from her desk. It took me a while to write the message, both because I had to do it upside down and backwards and because I was shaking from the excitement and danger.
I leaned against the bed, finally, and stretched my arm out to get the picture. Just as I was taking the picture, the door opened.
It was Sarah. I hadn't heard her footsteps at all, which I was usually pretty good about noticing. She just stopped and stared. I was too mortified to move.
Finally, she said, "What the fuck are you doing?" She actually kind of laughed when she said it -- she was in shock, sure, but I guess this kind of answered some questions that had been growing for her.
I couldn't answer. I tried to cover myself as best I could, but then I just stopped because what was the point.
"Who the fuck is Ryan?" she asked.
"This guy," I mumbled.
"What guy?" Sarah was incredulous, disbelieving what she was seeing: her boyfriend of six months was naked and hard and shaved, wearing a cock ring, with a message acknowledging his devotion to a guy.
I had no choice but to answer, "My master."
"Your what?!"
"I met him online."
"So I've been dating a fucking faggot, then?"
"No, it's not like that, Sarah." But of course it was. I'd been turned secretly gay by this man and now I'd been outed by my girlfriend.
"Please don't tell anyone about this, Sarah."
"Don't tell anyone?!" She laughed real loud and bitterly then. "Look at what you've done to yourself and to me! Of course I'm going to do something to get back at you."
And then she slammed the door and disappeared.
I was struck by an overwhelming fear just then. I had to escape -- I couldn't handle all of my friends finding out in such a terrible way the deepest, darkest secret of their straight friend. I pulled on my clothing and rushed for my dorm room. I found Ryan online.
"You got my picture yet?" he asked.
"Do I ever," I responded and told him the whole story. "What am I going to do, master?"
"Give me your phone number," he said.
I gave it to him. A minute later, I jumped to the ceiling when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I whimpered.
"Slave, you got a car?" The voice was masculine and confident. I told him I did. "Get in it and drive." He gave me directions to a hotel three states over. It was at least a ten-hour journey.
"I'll see you there, bitch," he said, and then I heard the receiver click as he hung up.
I raced to my car. It was all the way on the other side of campus -- the college wasn't that big, but it was at least a ten-minute run. I kicked myself for not getting Ryan's phone number so I could call him and let him know I was on my way. When I got to the car, there was a note taped to it. That was weird, I thought. I took the note and looked at it. "Don't you dare leave school, asshole, or I'll call your parents and let them know you're a fucking sick gay slave." Shit, it was Sarah. Motherfucker! My choices were either to be trapped at school and suffer the humiliation of all of my friends finding out from my now ex-girlfriend what a sick pervert I was, or drive away to my master's hotel and risk having Sarah reveal my secret to my straight-laced, homophobic parents. My mind was racing too fast for me to think clearly. Across the parking lot, walking towards a dormitory, I saw Sarah. I knew exactly where she was going; my best friend Scott's room. My heart sank and stopped. I had to stop her. I booked it from my car across the parking lot and the lawn. She had been walking determinedly, but I caught her just as she was entering the dorm.
"Please, Sarah," I said, completely out of breath. "Please. Don't do this to me. I know I haven't been fair to you at all and I'm so sorry about that. I should have come out and been honest with you."
"Well, you missed your chance at honesty, you idiot," Sarah said and turned to go upstairs. I grabbed her by the arm.
"Sarah, Jesus -- " I was so exasperated and I couldn't believe I'd gotten myself into this fucking mess. "I'll do anything. Just don't ruin my life here, all right? I didn't humiliate you in front of all your friends, did I? I know you think I deserve that, but you might regret that decision later."
For just a second, her eyes softened, and then they changed from total bitterness to pure evil. "You know what? There is something you can do that'll save you."
"Name it." It was the truth; I was willing to eat dog shit if she wouldn't spread what I'd done around campus.
"My brother's coming to visit me this weekend."
"I didn't know you had a brother."
"Yeah, I told you the communication in our relationship sucked. Now, he's a lot younger than me, but he's been blessed with the family horse cock. He himself is tiny -- I don't think he's even hit five feet yet."
"How old is he?"
"Eleven. Anyway, Dad was telling me about how he's been really unfocused at school and just misbehaving a lot lately, and he thinks it's because the poor little guy can't get off."
"So you want me to teach him how to jerk off?" I asked, feeling a little relieved.
"Oh, he knows how to do that," Sarah said. "But he needs to fuck a nice tight hole, and since none of the girls his age -- or, let's face it, even my age -- can take him properly, he hasn't had a good outlet. So if you don't want me to tell a soul about this incident, you're going to have to do my brother's bidding all weekend."
I felt lower than low. To get my good name back, I was going to have to be the sexual servant of an eleven-year-old boy for a weekend? "Any idea how big this horse cock of your brother's is?" I asked.
"All I know is I've seen Dad a few times in the shower, you know, when I was younger, and he's got, like two soda cans worth of cock when he's soft."
"You're joking."
"I wish I were exaggerating for your sake." She took a step towards the stairs. "So what do you say?"
I stared at the ground. "I guess," I mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I'll do it," I whispered.
"Do what?" Sarah was not going to leave this alone until she'd had some proper fun with it.
"I'll be your brother's sex slave this weekend."
"Good. He'll be really excited about it. Show up at my room by tomorrow at 6. I'll set you up with all the things you'll need, and then I'll pick him up at the train station."
I felt goosebumps down my spine, not only because I was going to get fucked by a little boy who apparently had a lot of sexual potential built up in him, but because I suddenly realized that I wasn't going to be able to make it to that hotel. I went to call the number of the place to leave a message for Ryan. That's when I felt worst; knowing that I was letting my master down for my own selfish needs.
"Hello, Econo Lodge," said the voice at the other end of the line.
"Hi," I said, and then had no idea what to say next. "Um....is there a reservation for a Ryan there for tonight?"
I could hear the receptionist become kind of hesitant. "Who is this?"
"Uh...I...I just am a friend of Ryan's...and I want to know if he's staying there."
"What's this Ryan's last name?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know your friend's last name?" She heard me be speechless. "What kind of friend is this Ryan?"
"Not a very good one, I guess." I'd been searching for an explanation, but I couldn't think of one.
"No, I believe you're a good friend of his," she said, which kind of startled me. "But it's a different kind of friendship, isn't it?"
"Excuse me?"
"Look, I know what's going on. Your friend is a friend of my family, which owns this hotel. I know what you are."
My heart was racing, but my spirit drooped. "All right," I said resignedly.
"Okay," she said with a smile in her voice. "So what are you?"
"You know."
"But I want you to say it, or else I won't help you."
I sighed. "I'm Ryan's slave."
"That's better," she said. "Now, what can I do for you?"
"I need to tell him that I won't be able to make it tonight."
"What?" she said. She seemed incredulous. "You're not coming?"
"No, I can't."
"What would make you disobey your master after what happened to you?" Ugh, it was even worse than I'd expected -- Ryan had told her everything.
"Well, my ex-girlfriend's got me stuck in a hard place."
"I know that-" she started, but I interrupted her.
"It's worse. Now I've got to let her little brother fuck me this weekend so that she won't tell my friends about me."
"How little?"
"He's eleven, but apparently he has a huge cock."
"Come on," she said, disbelieving. "How huge can an eleven-year-old's penis be?"
This actually made me feel a little better. Sarah never said she'd seen her brother's cock, so maybe it was manageable. Small, even.
"I don't know," I said. "But listen, I'm still planning to come to the hotel; I just can't be there until the end of the weekend."
"Well, do you think Ryan doesn't have a life of his own? He's not just free all the time to come order his slaves around. He happened to be free this weekend." She sounded pissed, like she was really excited about gay domination taking place in her hotel.
I didn't know what to say to that. "Well, I mean, what am I supposed to do?
If I don't stay here this weekend, it'll ruin my life. I've never even met Ryan."
"Look, I know your phone number and I can easily figure out who you are, so I've basically got the same leverage everyone else does. Everything you do leaves a trail, you know."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Well, why don't you give me your address? Perhaps Ryan will come and find you at school."
The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door. I shot up in bed. I had a pretty good idea of who it was and I started shaking uncontrollably. On the other side of the door was the man who'd made me discover my true sexual orientation, who'd taken such unquestionable control over me without ever meeting me. I was so excited about what he could make me do in person.
I opened the door, and there stood an absolute vision. Ryan was half-Asian, half-white, but deeply tan. He was wearing knee-length khaki shorts and a white wife-beater. He was leaning on my door frame, his beautiful eyes looking me up and down. He gave me a big shit-eating grin. "Hello, slave," he said. My knees nearly buckled.
"Hello, master," I responded in a shaky whisper.
"Can I come in?" he asked. I stepped out of the way and awkwardly motioned him into my room.
"What are you doing in boxers?" he asked, not even looking my way as he lay down on my dissheveled bed.
I hurriedly shed them so I stood there naked -- and uncontrollably erect. "Sorry, sir."
He glanced my way and smiled. "Come here," he said. I knew what he meant. I knelt in front of him. He sat up on the bed. He ran his strong fingers through my hair. "You've waited so long for this, haven't you?"
He guided my hand to his shorts. I felt the long ripple of his cock beneath the material. I moaned loudly and drew in a large breath.
"Take it out. You want your first cock in your mouth now." I blindly tore open his shorts, yanking down the zipper, hungrily shucking his bikini briefs down to his ankles. It was like instinct; I grabbed and massaged his tight ass cheeks and thrust my head down on his semi-hard meat. I forgot everything else that had happened in my life. All that mattered right now was this penis that was quickly enlarging inside my mouth.
Ryan's hands forced my head down further on his shaft. "Look up at me while you suck, boy."
I did; we locked eyes and I knew I was his forever.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth, boy," he told me calmly. "You're going to swallow it, and when you do, your transformation will be complete. You will no longer be curious or questioning and experimenting; you will be my faggot slave and your body and mind will belong to me. Now suck harder!"
I went at it with all I had. I took him until my nose touched his pubes, then got buried in his pubes. I felt my lips touch every throbbing vein on his rigid rod as I moved up and down along his shaft.
Without warning, he shot load after load of white hot man-juice down my throat. He didn't close his eyes with the pleasure of orgasm, though. Instead, as his cock pulsed out semen, he just looked directly at me through those piercing eyes and smiled. He was my master. I was completely his.
Ryan made me lie down on my bed and he drizzled his fingertips all up and down my naked body, sending goosebumps sprawling over wide sections of my skin. "Where's your dildo, slave?"
"In the first drawer of my desk beneath my computer, sir," I said dreamily. He took it out. "So this is what's been fucking your ass, huh?" He laughed. "I'll be much better than this." I cooed with pleasure at his assertion. "But it's too bad I won't be taking your cherry."
My face fell. "What, sir? Why not?"
"Your ex's kid brother's going to get first crack at your sweet hole."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ryan saw the look of despair on my face. "Oh, don't worry, boy. You'll get plenty of fucking from my tool, but I want your first butt sex experience to be as demeaning as possible."
He went back to barely touching me all over. "So tell me about this little kid."
"I've never met him, master."
"Have you been thinking about him fucking you?"
"I can't imagine it, sir."
"Well, why don't we go over and meet Sarah? Maybe she has some pictures of her brother to help get you in the mood."
I was horrified. My new master wanted to meet the girl who I'd dumped for him and a new life? "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir. Sarah's being nice enough to keep things quiet with this deal of hers; I think meeting you might send her over the edge. She'll probably tell everyone about me."
"And what makes you think I don't want her to do that?"
I stared at him, speechless with fear again.
He smiled that cocky smile. "You didn't think I'd drive out here as a favor without giving you any punishment back, did you? Now, get up. Put this on." He pulled a thin leather strip that I instantly recognized as a cock ring. It fit snugly over my cock, which was still stiff in spite of everything, and made my penis and ballsac jut out quite far from my body. He handed me my tightest pair of jeans, which he'd made me buy a few weeks back. These things were nearly skin-tight. When I took them off, it was more of a peeling motion.
"No underwear?" I asked. He shook his head slowly. My cock was outlined like Han Solo when he's frozen at the beginning of Return of the Jedi. You could see everything.
"Now, hold my hand and we're going to walk to your girlfriend's room."
Ryan was cruelly outing me and there was nothing I could do about it. No one could save me from my fate.
I knocked tentatively at Sarah's door. It was just barely noon now, but she was awake and ready when she opened the door. She didn't seem all that surprised that there was a man holding my hand when she greeted me. "Hey, slut," she said to me. "Who's this?"
I looked helplessly at Ryan. "Tell her," he said.
"This is my master, Ryan. Ryan, this is Sarah."
"Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm sorry to steal your boyfriend away from you so abruptly. I didn't mean you any harm."
"Well, I suppose it's better it happened this way. Imagine if I'd married him and then discovered years later that he was getting fucked by men on the side?" Sarah was certainly taking this well.
"Aren't you mad, Sarah?"
"Well, how can I be mad at this guy, you idiot? He didn't know he was doing anything to me. He was just getting you to admit who you were." She turned to Ryan. "I guess you know about my little bro's big weekend with your slave?"
"Yes, I do. Sounds like a good time. I'm envious of your brother. I just want you to know that I haven't fucked my slave yet. I'm going to let your brother pop him."
Sarah looked at him with a very pleased expression. "That is so nice! Oh, how rude of me; come in and see what I've done with my room in preparation."
Sarah's room looked completely different. Her bed was in the middle of her room and she'd tied ropes to each post. Her tall shelf and desk also had ropes on its corners, apparently so I could get tied to it, too. Everything was clean and there was a husky scent in the air from flavored candles.
"What's that smell?" Ryan asked. "I recognize it from somewhere."
"They're candles with a scent that's suppose to induce horniness."
I like what else you've done with the room. This should be a hot weekend for your brother."
"Well, I won't be getting him for a few hours yet," Sarah noted.
"I've got an idea," Ryan said. "Let's strip the slave and tie him up on the bed and leave him to think about what's going to happen to him."
Sarah liked that, so that's what they did. They left me naked and spread-eagled and blindfolded, the sex candles burning. The last sensation that I felt before Sarah and Ryan left together, presumably to plot my punishment, was an intense pressure at my nipples. Ryan had put clamps on each of the tender nubs.
"Hope you're ready to get fucked pretty constantly for the foreseeable future," he whispered in my ear. Then he squeezed my hard cock and my master and my ex-girlfriend left together.
I lay there forever. The smell of the sex candles started to get to me and I began to hunger for some hot action. I'd gotten over the crippling shambles my life was in now, and all I could think about was cock again. I stayed hard for most of the time I was alone, without being able to touch myself at all, just from the anticipation.
Finally, I heard feet approaching. I knew it was them; I could hear one voice that was high-pitched like a little boy. In just a few minutes, my life would be changed forever. Again.
The door opened and in came Sarah, Ryan, and Sarah's brother, Sam. Ryan took off my blindfold as I heard Sam exclaim, "Holy shit, sis!" I craned my head up to see what this kid looked like. He was tiny, like a little rat. 4 foot 6 at best. Skin and bones. He had jet black, close-cropped hair, coal-colored eyes and a pale complexion, but dotted with freckles. He looked really excited by what had been prepared for him. I smiled at him awkwardly. I wondered how someone so impossibly small could have such a huge cock. I was so sure it was all a mistake.
Ryan told me, "Boy, we're going to leave you alone with him. Remember what you know is true. You are powerless and helpless against big cocks. You love getting fucked and sucking them. Sam here is going to supply you with plenty of reason to devote your life to this pursuit. I would threaten you with what we'll do to you if you don't obey Sam, but I don't think it'll be a problem getting you to behave. I think you're going to do it voluntarily."
Ryan and Sarah left again. The blindfold was nowhere to be seen, and I discovered that I was getting turned on by the fact that I'd see everything this little brat was going to do to me.
I expected Sam to maybe be appreciate or hesitant -- this was his first time, too. But instead he crawled up over my body and said, "I'm going to fuck you like an animal. I don't think you have any idea just how big my cock is." He got up on his knees so his crotch was in my face and undid his pants. He reached down and pulled out his penis; it was massive! I'd never seen something so beautiful and perfect. I stopped breathing. It was at least ten inches long, but its girth was the impressive thing -- it looked like a forearm!
Sam's cock was semi-hard, and he took it at its base and slapped my face with the end. "Yeah, bitch, you love it!" he crowed. His voice was high and scratchy, but oddly seductive. I stuck out my tongue to try and taste some of his meat. He laughed some more. "Jesus, you're so gay! Here, you want some of this beast?" With that, he fed me his cock down into my throat. Had I not practiced on my dildo, I would have choked to death. "Get it good and wet," he said, "because the next place it's going is up your butt!"
Indeed, about thirty seconds later, he pulled out and went straight to my ass. I couldn't move at all, I was helpless. But it didn't matter; I wanted him to fuck me with that thing. He didn't waste any time in letting me get used to it or anything; he shoved it in hard and fast. I groaned in pain and then intense pleasure.
"Oh, fuck me, man, fuck me!" I cried. His face contorted in ecstacy. My hole was on fire, but Sam's hard fucking was making my own cock lurch and jump. "Harder! Harder!" I wanted this penis all the way in me.
Sam's cock was totally hairless, but it was otherwise very developed. I felt each of its veiny ridges as it slid deep into me. It didn't take very long before Sam started yelling out, "I'm getting close! Oh, god!"
That, apparently, was a cue. Sarah and Ryan re-entered the room and looked on as an eleven-year-old boy took a new slaveboy's ass. Sarah, of course, had a camera. She snapped a bunch of pictures of just me getting entered and fucked hard. It looked like I was having sex with some big-dicked dude; who would have known that the kid wasn't even in junior high?
He came with a loud moan. I felt his juices in places that I'd never felt before. They burst into me and slid all over my insides. "Good job, Sam! How'd that feel?" asked Sarah.
"That was awesome!" he said. "Can I try him in a different position?"
"Anything you want," my master told him. "He's yours for the whole weekend, anytime you want him."