Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Cocks 3
by
Fin
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Every day since their initiation, Wesley and Charles returned to Locked Stocks to continue their training.
Supposedly it was all to reach the top floor of the club and fully scout the premises for the missing men. But each day such concerns grew further from their minds. Instead, their thoughts now dwelled on the new incredible hardness of their own cocks, and how much it pleased their leaking members to continue learning their respective tracks.
The two best friends would now meet in front of the club, and head inside without saying a word to the other. The lieutenants each knew what they wanted from the other now. And it wasn't conversation.
Inside, the handsome muscular blokes would strip naked, then resume where they had left off the day before.
Wesley, chosen by the club to be the submissive partner, would be tied to a rack or hog tied on the floor, and then spanked, paddled, or whipped until his ass was so raw and sore that he wouldn't able to sit for the whole rest of the day without a throbbing erection. Meanwhile Charles would order his friend to beg for more, to humiliate himself with his words, and praise the blonde man in all that he was or did.
All the while they were supervised by the club members, advancing ever higher in status at Locked Stocks.
Each new level they reached brought with it new sexual toys, and experiences to try.
On the third floor, Wesley's cock was locked down, never once more free to reach its full length without painful tightness. Without the ability to fully cum, Wesley grew hornier by the day, his mind ever hungry for a release that would never occur again!
Wearing the chastity device further warped the boy's mind by making him feel like the submissive runt he was now becoming. Real men had hard cocks swinging between their legs. While Wesley now had a permanently bent and shackled dicklit, trembling untouched inside its metallic cage like it should, rather than stroked long, full, and pleased like the cock of a true stud.
Meanwhile, on the third floor Charles hard dick was sucked by a pump, enlargening his phallus daily by the pleasureable device. The man's cock swelled from the hours it was inside the tube, while his brain became used to the constant pleasure that a real man deserved.
This was how a man should live....aroused!
Aroused, hard, and ready to fuck at a moment's notice!
On the fourth floor this desire would be fulfilled.
On the fourth floor Wesley would lose his anal virginity.
To Charles, and to any other member of the club that so desired!
Reamed to smithereens by an endless procession of hard dripping manhoods on the fuck floor, as it was named, this level was the true end of Lt. Wesley Wisten's rear end as anything resembling the asshole of a man.
Over and over the handsome officer's new mancunt was pounded by any thick stick available, until he started to believe he was nothing but a set of hungry holes yearning for cocks to fill him from both ends.
When there was no true man around, Wesley learned to fuck himself weary on ever largening dildos, and vibrators, humping his cute rear end down on the fake cocks until his trapped pecker would leak enough cocksnot from his balls to satiate his horned up mind for a brief period of time.
Wasn't there some reason why he was doing this? Was not there some sort of job he had to do?
The lithe muscular boy could now not remember.
Charles had him covered however. The burgeoning dom would fill out both their status reports for the chief, never letting anyone at work know how fucked up Wesley was becoming each day. How much his friend thirsted for dick as the only new thoughts in his now ever horny mind.
It pleased Lt. Chestly to watch his friend spiral downward like this, the former staight man driven into unbridled lust for his partner, as well as every other dude in the club. It made the growingly dominant blonde bloke feel more manly than he ever thought he could, forcing another masculine life to become his submissive bitch, watching Wesley willingly become nothing but his complete and total whore.
After a full day of watching Wesley get his ass fucked raw on the fourth floor, Charles would finally take his turn with his best friend, hammering his fuckstick full throttle into the boy's upturned cum soaking ass until the submissive lad was nothing but a pile of quivering jelly.
When finally the blonde hunk would shoot his seed inside his friend, Wesley would thank the hot stud for his load, and for all the other fucked up things the dominant man had forced him to do that day.
This routine eventually left the horned up Wesley nothing but a hungry cumdump, while turning Charles into a demanding dominant master. The fuckshows they would put on for the club were nothing short of legendary, until it was finally agreed by all who had a vote, that the pair should be let to see the final fifth floor.
Wesley, kneeling and collared, with his leash held by the equally naked Charles towering over him... the two lieutenant twins had never looked more unlike, while they waited on the highest floor for what was to come.
Their training had diminished one as a man, while increasing the status of the other. And neither could have been hornier because of it!
"You have done well! Both of you!" called out a voice from the shadows. "None of us could be happier with the results of your training."
Charles puffed out his chest with pride.
Wesley arced his back, his ass hungry to be filled.
"But before we begin this last test. There is something you both should know."
Several gimps crawled forward into view, their cocks trapped inside cages similar to the one fastened to Westley's groin.
"You might have heard of these men," said the voice. "You were sent here to find them."
Both lieutenants felt a chill travel down their spines. They had been had!
Charles was naturally the one to defend them both.
"You don't understand brothers!" the blonde hunk shouted. "That was before you showed us whom we were!"
"We are glad to hear you say that Charles," replied the voice. "But your fate now rests in your partner's hands. If you have trained your friend well, you will be fine."
Charles looked down at his naked smooth muscular best friend on all fours beside him.
What could the man mean!?
"As you can see the "missing" men are not actually missing at all," continued the voice. "They have chosen to stay here in Locked Stocks, forsaking their previous lives as the men they once were!"
"This choice is now offered to you Wesley Wisten. Would you join them in submissive slavery to the better men whom you already so lovingly serve?"
Somehow the lithe lad knew it was not to use his own voice to answer. Instead the chained hunk, crawled forward to join the other gimps in the center of the shadowy room.
Waiting for him was a mask of his own.
"Know this boy. Once you commit yourself, there is no turning back. Never more will you be a man again. Never more will you wear clothes, or speak as if you are one of our equals. Never more will you be anything but a bitch to all!"
"If this life is for you, Wesley. Join your brothers now...in eternal servitude."
Staring at the black leather mask, the cute brown haired officer, barely remembering his life as a cop, only considered the question for but a moment before making his final choice.....
Weeks later, Charles sat naked in a leather chair sipping a glass of brandy while gazing out the grand bay windows of Locked Stocks fifth floor, his muscular toned body serviced by several gimps all at one time.
The dominant stud had trained his best friend well.
Wesley had made his choice to no longer be a man.
And Charles had been rewarded for adding another member to Locked Stocks' stocks.
The recently promoted officer's cock swelled as he looked on the hooded, chained men servicing him, knowing one was his former best friend, but which he could not tell.
This was how a real man should be spending his days, mused the handsome blonde bloke as every inch of his being was licked and bathed by the tongues of those far more fit to do so.
This was indeed the life!
Once he had finished his drink however, Charles decided he would figure out which one was his boy.
Then he would take the beautiful lad to his favorite sling, and fuck Wesley's ass until he filled it with his cum. As he should. As he did every so often to reward the submissive bitch for the life he had earned for them both.
Their tongues would swirl with one another as Charles would cum, the only one whom would, each one knowing that this was truly what it meant to be a man's "best friend."
-Fin
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