By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com
m/M, CFNM, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).
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One's life is made of changes. We can't escape it. But changes can be of two kinds. It can be slow and peaceful, or it can be fast and painful. I was back home after a life-changing week in Mark's ranch. When I left home, I couldn't imagine I'd come back as I did: I called myself a power bottom. I was ready to fuck myself with other guys' cocks and pretend they were just objects I'd use for my satisfaction. One week ago, I still thought I was an ordinary straight guy going to a friend's ranch for fishing and laughing. I couldn't recognize myself.
I took a shower and looked at myself in the mirror only to ask who that guy there could be. I craved dick now, but when I saw my figure, I thought there was something strange. I couldn't recognize myself in that place. My apartment has never seen another guy coming in to fuck me, and now, all of a sudden, would I bring men to be my bitches under that roof? I looked at myself again, and asked: who are you?
"You're Anderson. Or are you Andy?"
Ranch's Bitch on Campus – part 01
I still had a poster of a naked woman behind my door. Should I get rid of that? What else should I get rid of? I still had a skin that smelt like a straight man that I couldn't peel off. I was a different man, but my face still looked the same. I don't think I was prepared for such a change. Ted thought he had changed me for good, but I wasn't so sure. I found my phone over the desk and turned it on. One week without it was enough to turn me into someone unrecognizable.
Ted had sent me a message less than two hours ago. He wanted to fuck me again soon. That was nice of him. I answered: "I'll think about it."
I wasn't trying to make him feel bad; I wasn't trying to be on top; I was honest. I needed to think about a lot of things now I was alone in my place.
I had other messages. One of them was Dan's. He was an old friend I used to hang out with from time to time. He sent a few messages asking where I was. Before he was asking me to go out with him. He wanted to see me. That could be a good idea. Maybe going out with an old friend could refresh my mind and I'd be able to think of something else than dick and cum.
It was interesting to see how happy he was when I finally answered him. We were quite close, but he would avoid me when other people were around. It was a weird relationship. Whenever I visited him, or he visited me, he'd be very close to me, and I'd even consider him my best friend, but outdoors, he'd avoid me. Or that was the impression I had of him. Indoors he'd look me in the eyes, but not when we weren't alone. He could be serious or extremely open and happy depending on where we were. Anyway, I still liked him.
When I sent him a message, he commented there would have a party on a bar not far from home. It was a costume party, and he loved this kind of events because his parents owned a costume shop. He always had the best costumes and didn't spend a cent with any of them. Costume parties were those where he'd treat me intimately because he could hide his face. I always thought he was very shy, which explained his behavior. His costumes always hid his face; they were big and fancy. He'd take dozens of costumes from the shop and take to his flat to pick one, but he'd always choose similar ones. That was Dan in general.
He wanted me to go with him to the party and offered me a costume as usual. I accepted it and told him I'd be in his flat as soon as I had time on the next day.
That's what I did. I went to Dan's place around 6 pm and found what I expected. There was a huge pile of costumes in the living room, and Dan was wearing a cowboy suit. He was a good-looking guy. He was tall, had brown skin, short hair, and beard, eyes that had the color of honey, white teeth that made his smile something to remember. He invited me in, and soon I was among the pile of clothes.
"What were you guys doing in there?" he asked me when I told him about my week away in the ranch.
"Not much. Fishing, telling stories, having fun."
"You so egoist. You could have invited me too." He sounded a little envious.
"Oh, it wasn't my place. Mark invited me and then Ted and Brian..."
"Never liked Brian. He looks so snobbish."
I couldn't blame him. Dan was fixing the hair of a toy horse that was sewed to his cowboy suit. I was still lost trying to choose something to wear. It was weird to be sitting there and think of what I was doing a few days before. I thought I was a different person during my time at the ranch and now that I was back home, I was like I used to be before the ranch.
"Are you still with Denise?" I asked him out of the blue. Denise was his friend with benefits.
"Nah. She found a boyfriend and is all honest about not cheating. I can barely recognize her."
Dan was weird too. He used to talk about Denise a lot, mainly when we were outdoors. He'd brag about this chick he was screwing. I could only listen since I was a virgin, but he liked to make me listen to his stories.
"Did you guys have girls in the ranch? Were they trying to get you with a chick or som'thin?" he was still fixing the fur on the horse's head, avoiding me.
"Nope. Only us." I answered.
"It must've been weird. Three guys alone for seven days. Did you jerk off?"
I wasn't expecting that. Well, we talked about sex, but I've never seen him so intimate with me. He knew I liked to jerk off, but still. Why would he make such a question? The thing is I didn't know what to answer. Once I told him I used to jerk off every day. Maybe that's why he made the question.
As I didn't answer, he threw his hat on me and laughed. "Were you spanking the monkey?"
"Sometimes" I laughed and threw the hat back to him. "Why?"
"Nothin'. Were the other guys around?"
The questioning was getting even weirder now. Why was he so curious? As I was lying, I didn't know what to answer.
"Or did you walk to the bush?"
He insisted, which means he wanted to know the answer at any cost. I mumbled sounds.
"Seriously? Was it a circle jerk? You can trust me. C'mon."
"Yeah, once."
"I knew it. You're so nasty."
He laughed, and I smiled shyly. I don't know why I answered positively. Maybe I thought it would sound a lie to say I was with three other guys in a camp and we wouldn't jerk off together. I thought that would be natural among guys. That's not the case, but that's how I thought.
I wasn't paying attention, but when he moved the horse around, I could swear I saw his pants tenting. And his dick was huge. Probably bigger than Ted's. That's why he was holding that horse so tightly. I thought he would ask me something else, but he didn't.
I found myself a costume of a policeman. It was nothing fancy, just the hat and a badge. Dan, as I imagined, decided to wear like a teddy bear. His costume was huge, I thought it looked big in him too, but that's the one he wanted.
We dressed up and went away. From his flat, we had to get ourselves into a cab. He wouldn't undress even to get into the taxi. His head was leaning sideways, and I was squeezed between his head and the door.
Inside the costume, he was cheerful and was laughing all the time whenever he made stupid jokes about animals or cops. When we arrived, Dan went to one side to meet other friends, and I went to the bar. I wasn't keen to binge drinking, but that day, I was feeling like it. A part of me wanted to forget what I've been through in the ranch, but another part was thirsty for more. Every guy that walked passed me made me turn around to look at crotches. I imagined how big their cocks could be. What they were hiding under their pants. I was so hard. I wanted to take one of those guys and make them mine. My harem. All my bitches.
Well, I was still a bottom, but I felt in my body the energy of a power bottom. And I knew that bitches weren't only bottoms, but tops could become great ones too. I only needed to dominate and humiliate them. Who is using the dick and who's using the hole is only a formality. Bottoms fuck tops too, but in a different way.
As I imagined the myriad of situations where I'd be fucking one of those hot guys, I saw Ted dressed like a marine coming to me.
"Hey, And. Didn't know you'd be coming" he yelled because the music was too loud.
"Yeah, I didn't know either."
"I wanted you to meet my brother. He's somewhere here but can't find right now. He was curious to meet you too."
"Maybe another time?"
"Yeah. Are you with someone?"
"Dan."
"I see. Do you remember the club?"
"What?"
"The club!"
The club again. He talked about it when we were coming back from the ranch with Brian and Mark. If I understood it right, it was a club with a lot of straight guys who would fuck other straight guys but not before turning them into bitches. I was one of the ones who they turned into a bitch, but my situation was a bit different since I became a power bottom and not one of their ordinary bitches. They invited me to the club so that I could bring more willing tops into the group. For obvious reasons they don't have many members among thousands of students, so they wanted me to get guys who would fuck me and accept to join their brotherhood. I only didn't know whether I wanted to join or not.
"What's about it?"
"I want you to invite Dan."
"Why?"
I couldn't understand. I didn't want Dan to fuck me. He was one of my best friends; it would never happen.
"He's into you" Ted yelled.
"What?" I didn't believe he said that. Ted got closer to me. His mouth only inches away from my ear.
"I've seen him checking your ass. He wants to fuck you. Let him then invites him to the club."
"He doesn't want to."
I could swear that would never happen. Ted got a drink and raised it to the air and winked at me.
"Just let him. Then do what you do best."
Ted disappeared among the waves of people, and I was left alone to my thoughts. I couldn't believe what he told me. I thought I'd never see Dan with the same eyes again.
I was looking for Dan when I found Chuck. My story with Chuck was old, and it's a bad one. I owed him money, and I didn't have it. I regretted I wasn't wearing a big bear head like Dan. I tried to get myself among all the other people in a way he wouldn't see me. I rushed to the restroom and hid in one of the stalls. I didn't know for how long I'd have to be there, but it couldn't be the whole night.
I got my phone from my pocket and tried to reach Dan. I sent him a few messages saying where I was and that I needed his help. I was happy when I saw he read the texts. He was coming.
I could see his big shadow under the door when he arrived. I opened the door, and he squeezed in. We didn't have much space because of the big bear head that was loose above his shoulders.
He removed the head, and the place was then even smaller.
"What's going on?" he asked. The noise from outside was still too loud even inside the restroom.
"Chuck is outside. You know he can't find me. You need to help me out from here."
"He can't see me either. He'd kill me if he finds me."
Dan owed Chuck money too. We both had gotten cash with him to pay for a few classes we couldn't afford.
"Fuck. I thought we could exchange costumes, but then you'll be visible." I said.
"Well, I think there's enough space here for the both of us."
He couldn't mean it. How would we walk? That would be a weird fat bear. But it could work out if we did it as a team.
"Ok," I replied.
"You gotta take off your clothes. Otherwise, you won't fit here. I'm wearing only my underwear."
"Fuck, Dan. I'm wearing a jockstrap."
It was a habit I got from my period in the ranch. I didn't have time to readapt to my boxers.
"Well, I see no other way."
I helped him to unzip the bear costume, removed all my clothes, except for the straps and tried to fit in the costume. My feet were on top of his; my ass pressed against the volume behind his boxers; my back against his sweated chest. I managed to pull the zipper up and pressed my arms against his back, which pulled him even closer to me. He got the head and covered our faces above the shoulders.
"We need to walk at the same pace. Start with your left foot then right. Always left first." He instructed.
"Ok."
"It's one, two, three then move. If we do it wrong, we're gonna fall."
He opened the door, and we moved on the pace he instructed. His face was very close to my neck so I could feel his breath touching my ear and hair.
"One, two, three. Don't forget. Just follow my words and don't rush."
Dan was very strong, which is the reason why we didn't fall, but it should be very hard for him to walk with my weight over his feet.
I was so focused on walking over his feet I almost didn't notice something poking my ass. Dan was getting hard. He was still counting `one, two, three' when I first felt it. We walked out of the bar, and my hands were still holding tightly to his back.
"Dan? Are you hard?"
He stopped, and we almost fell. It was an awkward situation.
"Sorry, Andy. I can't help. Your ass feels like a chick's."
"Fuck, Dan. Let's just keep walking."
"You can't get out of here. You're wearing nothing but jockstraps. Unless you don't mind showing off your naked body for everyone to see."
The problem is I was getting hard myself. Dan's dick should be bigger than any other dick that has ever touched me.
I felt his hands moving around from one side to the other, I thought he was trying to move his dick or adjust it, but he had a different idea.
"What are you trying to do?"
"I need to get my dick out of my boxers. It's hurting."
"You can't do that. It'll touch my ass."
"Andy, please. Help me out of my underwear. It's really hurting. My dick is big. It's just a dick; I won't be fucking you or anything."
"I can't do that, Dan. That's the only..."
"Please, And. It really hurts."
What else could I do? I caught him by the ass and lowered his undies to a place below his buttocks. I felt his cock smearing pre-cum around my ass mainly in my crack. He adjusted himself so that his dick was squeezed between my bums as a sausage in a hotdog.
"How big are you?" I asked.
"Big enough. Fuck, sorry. But it feels nice." We should find a cab.
We stopped a taxi, and I still don't know how we managed ourselves inside. The bear suit had a pocket where he left our belongings, but we would have to think about how to pay for the ride later.
We were sitting at the back of a small cab, and Dan moved back and forth as if he was trying to fuck me. I wanted to say something but if I did the driver would notice there was something very wrong about us. Dan was dry fucking my bums with his dick in between. The only lube we had was the sweat produced by the touch of one body over the other inside that costume.
Before we could arrive at his place, I felt his cum drenching my back and butt. What was happening?
Once back to his apartment, we walked in, and as soon as we were inside, we undressed. Dan didn't say a word. He quickly dressed up, got his pocket and went downstairs to pay the driver who was waiting for his money. He came back, and I was still cleaning myself with a box of Kleenex.
"What just happened?" I asked.
"Sorry, Andy. My dick was hurting a lot, and I needed to soften it. I didn't have any other choice. You understand, right?"
"Fuck, Dan. You're literally a horse."
"I know. D'you accept my apologies?"
I couldn't be angry at him; he was still my friend, so I did. I found myself other clothes to wear and waited for Dan to come back from a shower.
"You can take a shower here too if you want." He offered while he dried his hair.
"It's ok. I think we've had enough for one day. I should get back home."
"Nah, it's not even midnight yet. We were supposed to stay there till late. Let's have a good time."
I didn't know what he meant by good time, but he came with a bottle of liquor, and it convinced me to stay a bit further.
We were drinking over the pile of costumes, and we laughed as we checked each one of them. There was quite ridiculous stuff there. I was trying a few of them till I got a tiny swimsuit that looked like a Tarzan suit.
"Now you should try this one."
"Nah, I'll pass. It wouldn't fit me anyway."
"Yeah, maybe not. You got a big ass."
It reminded me of what Ted had told me. Was Dan checking my ass? Did he want to fuck me? The question was a bit different though. Did I want to be fucked by Dan?
"Yeah..." I was leaving the costume aside, but Dan stopped me.
"No. You should try it."
I was thinking again. How far did I want this to go? Was I willing to pay the price and see if he was down to fuck me?
I smiled. Got the little underwear and showed it to him.
"Ok."
I undressed and put on the Tarzan costume. Dan laughed.
"Nice. Did it pass over your ass?"
I showed it to him. It did, barely. I was so lost at this moment. Part of me wanted to go on with the show, but I was still split. Dan was my friend. How could I go on with that? I didn't want to lose his friendship.
I looked back at him, and this time, he wasn't trying to hide the big volume in his pants. He should be feeling more comfortable about showing his dick since I have felt it so close to me already. But it wasn't only noticing his dick that made me nervous; he was showing off. He opened his legs and let me take a good look at his cock.
"You're gonna tear it in two. Your ass is really big. It looks like a chick's. It surely feels like a chick's too. Maybe better. Denise's ass is quite flat."
"I don't know about it."
"Course not. You're a little virgin boy. Or did you lose your virginity?"
We were back talking about subjects that still made me uncomfortable. Dan stood up and tried a gorilla mask that hid his face. I felt like he was trying to show me his dick tenting under his pants. He was wearing sweatpants without underwear. It was so obvious. The mask made me forget about his eyes staring at me and gave me a false sense of freedom as if I could stare without being judged.
"What do you know about my virginity?"
He tried a different mask now. He wore a peter pan hat and put on a Pinocchio's face.
"I know you're virgin. Well, you still were. Now I don't know. What happened in the ranch?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"We should find you a Jane's dress. It would suit better your woman's ass. Don't take it wrong. Just saying it looks nice."
He moved on an put on a horse head over his shoulders.
"What would you be then?" I asked.
"I'd be a horse, of course." He groped his crotch as if to say he was well-endowed. Horse was a good definition for him at that moment. "Hey, we should try this costume. It can only be worn by two people. I can be on the front, and you bend and hold my waist."
It was a costume for two. A man walks in the front pretending to be the front legs and head, while another one comes second, holding the first one and bending the body forward so that the torso becomes the horse's chest and the legs, the horse's back legs.
This was the typical Dan. Full of ideas and ready to have fun when no one was around. Short memory – he wouldn't remind what happened in that bear costume and it was natural. He'd make questions that embarrassed me and pretend nothing was being asked.
"It must be so uncomfortable," I said, thinking he forgot about trying to fuck me. I still didn't know how to proceed.
"Yeah, but it's just for fun. We're not going anywhere dressed like this. C'mon. Just dress up, and we can try something else later. We can take a picture."
"I need to get back to my clothes..."
"No need to, Jane. Just come as you are."
"I'm no Jane, asshole. I'm Tarzan."
"Bullshit. To me, you're Jane. Look at you. You're so Jane."
"You're such an idiot." I was looking for the back legs. "Where is that?"
"Right there" he pointed to a part of the pile that I didn't touch before. "The brown one."
I picked it up and dressed like the back part of a horse. I needed to attach myself to Dan's waist. He fixed the costume, and I could almost smell his ass.
"You're a mare now."
"So, you're one too."
"It doesn't matter. It's your ass that would be fucked."
He was laughing, but I couldn't still understand what could be so funny. Thinking better, he should be nervous and didn't know what to say. He asked me to walk around with him. He was taking pictures and making a video when we stopped.
"What happened?" I asked since I couldn't see anything.
"Nothin' Just a minute."
He moved away from me. My body was still bending forward. He turned around to me and showed me his dick. It was gigantic. He came back and held my head with both hands.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"What you doing?"
"You're Jane; I'm Tarzan."
Dan was weird, but the situation made me extremely hard. I wanted to suck his dick. What the hell, I've sucked three dicks already; he'd be my fourth. I put his cock in my mouth and got down on my knees. It was clean and tasted like soap. His balls were shaved, the pubes were short, almost invisible.
"How many dicks have you sucked, Andy? Three? Or have you sucked it before going to the ranch?"
I looked at him; his dick in my mouth.
"Honestly, tell me. I know you sucked those guys when you were there with them."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said and went back to the cock in front of me.
"Those are the first ones, I'm sure. I could see the difference when I first saw you today. You looked like a cocksucker."
"And what cocksuckers look like?"
"Like you" he answered without saying anything. "I mean, you were way more shy when we were together here before the ranch. I tried to show you my dick, but you never noticed it. Now, suddenly, you're so into cocks you couldn't stop staring at it. It was so obvious. I just didn't think it would be so easy to have you sucking me."
Was I this obvious? I was pissed at me because I didn't notice he was interested in fucking me for so long. Even Ted knew that already.
"I want to fuck you, Andy. Will you let me?"
"No, Dan. No one's fucked me. You're right, I've sucked dicks there, but I didn't let them fuck me."
"Oh, I doubt it. After one week sucking their cocks, they didn't try to fuck your amazing bubble-butt? Who would be this crazy?"
He held me by the arms and brought me closer to his face. "I'm sure you ain't virgin anymore, Andy." He pressed my glutes with his hands and pressed it hard. He did it so strongly the Tarzan costume ripped up in two.
"Say you want to be my bitch, Andy."
"No, Dan. This isn't right."
"Yeah, this isn't right. My dick in your ass is right though, isn't it? I'll fuck you so strong you'll beg me to fuck you more."
He turned my back to him and dove in my ass while his both hands held my cheeks apart. His tongue reminded me of Mark. This shouldn't be the first time Dan had done this.
"Your ass is something else. Not even Denise and she's a whore. This will be so good."
"Please, Dan."
"Yeah, beg. I bet you know how to beg very well, don't you? How many times have you asked for dick, And? Were you double fucked? You look like a whore now."
He spread lube in my hole and his dick. He wasn't very careful as to make sure I was prepared for him. Dan was so anxious to fuck he wouldn't care for anything else.
His dick touched my pucker, and he forced it in. The dick was long, but Ted's was thicker. I think his cock is better for fucking. The girth is the most difficult part in any fucking I think. The length is what makes it good though. Of course, it can't be too thin, but his dick was perfect for ass-fucking.
Once I felt it all inside me, I looked at him. "Do you really want to know what it feels like to fuck a man or have you fucked other guys before?"
"What are you talking about?"
"No one does it so well in the first time. No man would rim another man when he's never done this. At least, not so good as you did. You can't fool me. Who did you fuck before?"
"You're my first..."
"Bullshit," I said and turned around.
I threw him on his back and sat on his dick. It was so good; I could ride that forever.
"Who was it?"
"You wouldn't know? He doesn't live here."
"How many have you fucked?"
"Does it matter?"
"It matters to me."
I rode him a bit more and looked at his face. Dan was taken by surprise. He thought he could read me, but now he shouldn't be so sure about me anymore. He probably was thinking `who's this guy?'
"Two. You're the third. Fuck. Your ass feels amazing."
"I know. You'll never forget this."
He tried to hold my dick, but I slapped his hand. "You're not touching my dick. If you want me to be your bitch, you should know bitches don't have dicks. But I think I'm not the bitch here."
"What d'you mean?"
"I mean you are my bitch. You're under me; I control you. I know when you're coming, I let you cum or not. Do you think you're on control?" I had to show my dominance, or he'd think he was better than me.
Dan tried to move from behind me and assume another position, but I didn't let him move.
"I don't think so, Dan."
"What did they do to you?"
"Why? Don't you like this new me?" I was happy. I was doing what I wanted. My dick was corresponding. Everything matched.
"Oh, fuck yeah."
"You're my bitch, Dan. Now cum for me."
And so he did. Dan came deep inside me, and I felt like coming too. I just had to touch the head of my cock with my hand that was slimy after touching my ass, and I exploded on top of his chest. My bitch was dripping with my cum; I was filled with his cum. I loved it.
Once I was done, Dan excused himself and went to the bathroom to clean his body. I was back to the box of Kleenex, but I realized it was time to go home. I needed my own bathroom at this stage. I just yelled to Dan I had to go away and went home. I was happy with everything that happened that day. But, in my mind, there was still something wrong. Could I keep doing this with all the men I met? What would happen to our friendship? I was hesitant; I didn't want to imagine things could become bad after fucking each one of them.
On the following day, I saw Dan on campus. He waved at me, which was a good sign, but he was serious, which was also normal whenever we were surrounded by other people.
"Hi, Dan. How's everything?" I was afraid he wouldn't talk to me, but he smiled.
"Not bad. You?" He was better than I thought.
"Nice. I'm sorry for anything..."
"I was the one who wanted that. It's ok. Don't overthink it."
I was about to say something when Chuck surprised us. He was with Jason, a guy I met months ago and was the typical bully even after old. For a moment, I felt like no one was around us anymore and we didn't have anywhere to hide.
"You guys disappeared yesterday. What happened? Didn't want to talk to me?" Chuck started.
"I'm gonna pay you. I'm finding the money, Chuck." I tried to explain.
"You not paying shit, Anderson. I'm tired of your bullshit. So, as I don't want to go away empty-handed, I can at least beat one of you and feel better. I just don't know which one yet."
"You can hit me then" Dan offered. But I couldn't let it happen.
"I won't ask twice. If you want it so bad, I'll give you a gift that will make you remember me."
Chuck took a bunch of keys from his pocket and went after Dan with them. I didn't know what he wanted, but I came on Dan's defense anyway. I pushed Chuck who almost fell but not before turning around and hitting my face with the hand that held the keys. I saw blood and nothing else when I fell on the ground.
I heard Ted's voice coming from somewhere behind me:
"Hold the son of a bitch. Karl? Don't kill him."
Karl was Ted's older brother. I remembered that. He started the club. I didn't want to be there, but I was.
A few hours later, I was watching myself in a mirror. Probably I'd have a scar in my left cheek. Ted and Dan were with me.
"What happened to Chuck?" I asked.
"Brian paid him. But now it's his turn to pay for what he did to you." Ted answered.
"What do you mean?" I was wondering what they could do to Chuck. Ted assured me they wouldn't hurt him, but he would regret he hurt me like that.
"We're very peaceful in general till someone fucks up with us. We took Chuck and Jason to a place Karl indicated. They're there waiting for you."
"Won't you kill him?" Dan asked still unaware of the club and what these guys were able to.
"Nah. That's not fun. Shall we go then? They must be waiting for us."
The drive was fast, and we arrived at a big house I've never seen before. Was it Karl's? I didn't know him yet and wondered what he looked like. Ted showed us the way to the place's basement. There was a mirror that separated us from the other side where I saw Chuck naked on his fours, tied up to a table, so his ass was high enough for a good fuck.
"Will you make me fuck him?" I asked while I watched Chuck, a big muscular man so vulnerable in that position.
"No way, bitch. You're not into that anyway, are you?" Brian arrived from behind. I could recognize his voice miles away. "This is just a little game we're gonna play with your friend over there. Nothing too bad, we just want to have some fun. Let me talk to the bitch then."
Brian walked through a door and met Chuck on the other side.
"I'm gonna kill you, Brian. You'll see." Chuck yelled as he saw Brian coming near him.
"Yeah, yeah. Do whatever you want when you're free. But now you do as I want, ok? I wanna play a little game with you. This sounds like that movie Saw, doesn't it?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Chuck was scared. Probably he thought he'd be tortured or something worse.
"Chuck, let me explain the rules of this game. On the other side of this door," he pointed to the other side, "your dumb friend Jason is waiting. He'll be invited inside this room with an only goal in mind: he needs to fuck a hole."
"What the fuck?"
"Yeah, to fuck. We gave him a double dosage of Viagra, so he's as ready as a bull in heat to fuck. We told him a story. We said we need to have revenge on a chick that planned to hit Andy. He thinks you two were working for this chick who wanted to hurt Andy. He thinks she's in here, but can you see a chick here? I can only see a bitch tied to a table with his ass in the air ready to be fucked like a little whore, bitch."
"What do you want from me? Jason wouldn't do that."
"Yeah, we thought he probably wouldn't. Well, he thinks you're a chick, and we told him he would either fuck you, or the bitch he thinks you are, or he'll be fucked by you. So, as a smart guy he is, he chose to fuck you instead. Oh, not you. He thinks you're a woman. Well, from here you could pass by a woman, what a nice smooth ass you have..."
"You're such a fag..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm a fag, blah blah blah... This is the first thing that big jocks like you have to say, isn't it? There couldn't have a worse word to choose? You're in such a bad position to start talking about fags now." Chuck didn't have what to say. "So, let me finish explaining the game to you. Jason will appear on that door. He will be naked and ready to fuck. Just like you're here ready to be fucked. He will be wearing an eye mask and headphones with very loud music. He can't see nor hear you. His hands are tied so he can't touch you either. But he can fuck you if he wants. And boy, he's more than ready to nut in a warm and wet hole. By the way, I think your hole is warm, but it's not wet enough yet."
Brian squeezed a tube of lube on Chuck's ass and spread it all over before letting a finger in the boy's hole. He screamed, but no one would be able to hear him from outside. Brian was making Chuck very wet and slimy so that the penetration would be easy.
"That's not a game if I can't win. This way, I'll always lose."
"Oh, you're not as dumb as I thought you were. Of course, you can win." Brian was ready with Chuck's hole that was now as shiny as glitter. "I just didn't explain how yet."
"And how?"
"Well, I'll show you my dick as soon as Jason appears on that door. And it's quite simple. I have in this envelope here a number. It says how long my hard dick is in millimeters. All you gotta do is guess it right, and we stop Jason. By the way, I think it's about time to have him in."
Mark opened the other door and pushed Jason into the room. Jason was naked. His dick extremely hard and glistening lube and precum. On his head, his eyes were blocked, and his ears were attached to big earphones with very loud music. Brian moved to where Chuck's head was and showed him his soft dick.
"Once Jason finds you, he's gonna fuck your ass. There's no stopping him unless you say the number in that envelope. It must be the same number."
"But your dick is soft, how can I guess how long it is hard?"
"Well, you can make it hard if you want."
"What the fuck?"
"Or you can start guessing without seeing it. It's up to you."
"Twelve hundred...?" Chuck obviously couldn't guess.
"Jason will find you before that. Look he's coming this way. Once he feels your ass, he'll fuck you."
"Fuck, stop him!" he yelled.
"What's the magic number?"
"Thirteen hundred? Fourteen hundred?" Chuck had no idea what he was saying. But he kept on trying. "I don't know, ok? It's soft. Maybe fifteen?"
"It would help if you could see it hard."
"Ok!" he yelled once Jason was almost four feet away from touching him.
"What d'you want?" Brian asked.
"I'll make you hard."
"How? You're all tied up."
"I'll suck you."
"Oh, can you say it again? What will you suck?"
"Your dick. I'll suck your dick!"
Brian stepped over and put his limp dick on Chuck's lips. He opened his mouth, and the dick slipped in. Jason was still walking around. He hit a few walls, but everyone knew he'd eventually reach either Chuck or Brian.
Brian's dick was getting hard, and Chuck tried to yell numbers that no one could understand. It was a lame spectacle that had its climax when Jason finally had his hard dick touching Chuck on the side of the leg. Chuck was so desperate. He couldn't close his open legs. Brian left Chuck's mouth with his dick dripping saliva and hard as a rock.
"Jason! Stop it" Chuck tried to call his friend's attention to no avail. "It's me! Fuck it! It's me! Stop it!"
Like an animal in heat, Jason found Chuck's hole and his dick was aligned to it. They should be so slimy that Jason put the whole thing at once. Chuck yelled so loud I was afraid Jason would listen, but he didn't. To me, it was clear that wasn't the first time they've played that game.
And still, like an animal, Jason moved his hips back and forth as if he was fucking a pussy. "Fuck yeah, bitch" Jason yelled.
"Fuck yeah, bitch?" Brian laughed. "Look at you, Chuck. What have you become? You're Jason's bitch."
Chuck started yelling more numbers, but he would never get it right. If I knew Brian well, that envelope was empty. They wanted their show, and they had it.
"What d'you think, Andy?" Ted asked me. "D'you feel revenged?"
"I feel this isn't over yet."
Jason didn't last long and came inside Chuck. Brian took Jason by the arm and led him to the door, where Mark was waiting.
I asked Ted to let me in the room, and he did. Chuck saw me and started apologizing. I didn't want to talk to him. I got myself under the table and found his dick.
"What're you doing? Andy, please."
I simply put his dick in my mouth and started sucking it.
"What the hell? You're a fag too?"
"You should stop saying this word." Brian reminded him. "You've just sucked cock, and you were fucked by another one. You're a step closer to being a fag yourself. Besides, you're being filmed, Chuck. And I think you don't want people watching your ass being fucked by your bestie."
"Is this blackmail? Fuck..." Chuck was getting hard.
"Nah. It's just part of the game. I know you wouldn't want that. So, just be silent about what you lived here today, and we'll be quiet about your new hobbies."
I sucked Chuck's dick until he came in my mouth. I caught all the cum and moved to where his mouth was. Brian pulled his head by the hair, and I spit the cum inside his mouth.
"Don't you dare to spit it, bitch. Or this video will be leaking everywhere, and this is blackmail."
Chuck swallowed the cum and his pride. I, on the other hand, felt proud of myself. I was part of a brotherhood. I was ready to turn straight men into boi-hole fuckers. Bitches that wouldn't be anything but dicks for my pleasure. Chuck was fun. Dan was fun. Now I wanted more.
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