I was out in the woods with a group of friends for a two week camping trip. Everyone was having a good time, but my buddy Steve looked a little stressed, which was unusual, since he was such an easy going guy. I asked him if anything was wrong, and if I could help. He looked at me, and said no, it was something he needed to deal with on his own. I respected his privacy and told him that I was there for him, and if there was anything I could do to help him out, I would be happy to do it. That caused Steve to pause and look me up and down. I could see on his face, that he had come to some sort of decision. "Maybe you can help me out, after all. Let's go for a walk."
Steve took the lead and we went out, deep into the woods. Steve kept a good pace and I was always seemed to be a few steps behind him, trying to keep up. After about thirty minutes of walking in silence, Steve decided to open up to me. "Angie and I broke up three weeks ago."
"I am sorry to hear that." I said sincerely. He and Angie had looked like a perfect couple. They were really into each other, and seemed very happy together.
"Yeah, it's been hard. We were together for three years and she was great. She was the first girl I had met that liked sex as much as I do. Her appetite never seemed to wane, she was horny all the time. We fucked a couple of times a day."
"Really? That's amazing. What happened?" I asked trying to get him to open up.
"We realized that while the sex was amazing, we really had nothing else in common. We weren't moving forward, we were just using each other to feel good."
"And you wanted more?"
"Yeah...we both did. The break up was mutual and there are no hard feelings. The problem is after years of fucking several times a day, it has been hard to go cold turkey. My cock is hard twenty four hours a day. I am so horny I can't think straight."
"That's what's going on? You are horny? I laughed a little.
"It's not funny, my balls hurt."
"So jerk yourself off."
"It's not that simple."
"Sure it is. Trust me, I masturbate all the time."
"Believe me, I have tried. After years of pushing my cock into Angie's tight, warm, wet pussy my big, rough right hand doesn't feel good. I can't get off."
"You could try getting a Fleshlite. It feels pretty realistic when you stroke yourself, might help you get off if it feels like a pussy you are pounding your meat into."
"Great idea, except that we are out here in the middle of nowhere for another ten days, and I don't see a sex-toy shop nearby."
"Alright, so you will need to make-do for the rest of the trip, try something new and different, to help take your mind off your blue-balls and the complete lack of pussy nearby to dump a load into. It's not that long. You can do ten days, can't you?"
"Like I said, I am so horny, I can't think straight. I need to bust a nut or I will go crazy. So, I am going to take your advice and "make-do" for the rest of the trip. I also like the idea of a Fleshlite to simulate a woman's pussy."
"Yeah, it's not the same as the real thing, but it sure beats a rough hand. When you get back to civilization, pick one up, watch some porn, and go to town."
"Here's the thing...I can't wait that long, I need to bust a nut now."
"Alright, go ahead, I'll give you some privacy."
"Haven't you been listening, my right hand ain't going to cut it. My cock needs to penetrate and fuck a hole, nothing else is going to satisfy it. I need get myself a Fleshlight...a substitute pussy, a fuck hole."
"Like you said, no sex shops nearby."
"Yeah, and like you said, it's time for some out of the box thinking. I think I have a solution to my problem. You are going to help me out."
"You want me to jerk you off? I'm not really comfortable with the idea of stroking another dude until they cum."
"No, I don't want you to jerk me off. Your hands will most likely be softer than mine, but still not the same as plunging my cock into a warm, wet hole."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I am going to use your mouth and your ass as Fleshlites... substitute pussies. After I pound a load or two into your mouth-cunt, I am going to bend you over and fuck you, again and again, until my balls are fully drained."
"No way am I letting you fuck me!"
"You have no choice. I need this. Quite frankly, I am much bigger and stronger than you. We are out in the middle of the woods, where no one can hear you scream. And trust me, you are going to scream. Not to boast, but my uncut cock is massive, and it's going to hurt going in...well it's going to hurt you, It's going to feel great to me. You are just what I need...a set of warm, tight fuck holes existing to service my cock."
"I don't want to be a hole for you or your cock!!!!"
"Yeah, too bad. I don't actually care what you want."
"Wait, I'm your friend...please don't do this to me. I'm...I'm not a faggot. And I don't want to be your bitch. I don't want to be any dude's bitch. We're supposed to be bros. Friends don't do this to each other."
In response to my plea, Steve opened his belt and undid his jeans. He was going commando, so his thick cock was immediately exposed. It popped out, already mostly hard. While I stood there stunned by what he proposed and the sight of his massive meat surrounded by a pile of bright red pubes. Steve grabbed my shoulders and roughly pushed me to my knees. He then rammed his thick cock into my mouth with no warning.
"I have enough friends. What I need right now is a warm, wet hole to pound my cock into. I don't need you as a friend, I need you as a Fleshlite, a substitute pussy, I need you to be a hole."
His cock is too much. He's too big, too thick for my inexperienced throat. I pull off him, coughing and gagging. When I stop coughing, he rams his cock back past my lips and deep into my mouth. His dick is leaking pre-cum like crazy and I could taste it, salty and sweet. So much precum spills from his slit, I feel like I'm drowning. It filled my mouth and reflexively, I swallowed. The action of my throat muscles contracting caused Steve to moan above me.
"Yeah, just like that. Swallow my cock and make me feel good. When you swallow, it's like your throat muscles are stroking my cock. Just like when I punch my meat into a pocket pussy. This is amazing, I am using your face like a fuck toy. You're taking my cock like a real Fleshlite now. You were born to be a cock sleeve."
As he spoke, he started thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper into my oral cavity. In and out, over and over until he was literally skull fucking me. This was not a blowjob. Steve had no need for me to suck or lick him, he just needed me to cover my teeth and let him jerk himself off. He was literally using my mouth as a Fleshlite. A warm, wet hole, existing only for him to use to masturbate. I was crying, spit and drool dripping down my chin. My breaths were gasps for air, each time his cock left my throat. He was gripping my head tightly while fucking my face harder than I thought possible. Suddenly he thrust in full depth. With my nose buried in those ginger pubes I felt him unload his balls directly into my stomach.
"Take it, hole. Take my load! That's three weeks' worth of my built up man-seed being unloaded into you."
It felt like he had opened a fire hose inside of me. I could not keep up with the amount of semen he was blowing down my throat. I started choking. He yanked his still hard cock out of my mouth, while I tried to catch my breath. Before I could fully recover, he flipped me over and pushed me to the ground. He sat on my legs, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. Then he leaned forward and I could feel the head on his big cock pushing right against my puckered anal opening. I was just about to start begging him again not to fuck me when I felt him begin to force his big fuck-stick up my ass and the pain...oh my god, the pain! The pain was simply unbelievable. With no warning or preparation, he punched his massive fuck stick into me, lubed by whatever spit and cum was left on his cock from my forced skull rape. "AARRRRHHHHH...!!!" I screamed, just like he said I would, feeling his thick fuckstick break through my virgin rectum. I seized up, clamping my buttocks together to try to force the dick from my panfully stretched out hole. But Steve counter acted by gripping me up around the neck, with his forearm, in a headlock, then shoved his hips forward harder working its way into me. My hole was way too small, tight and virgin to take a cock as big as his in one deep, hard stroke. It felt like he was ripping me in half. My asshole felt completely raped open as his massive cock buried itself inside my throbbing and convulsing bowels. Even using his muscles to press forward into me, my hole was way too tight to open up fully and accept this intrusion. He managed to bury about half of his cock inside of me on the first stroke, before the friction and tightness brought his forward progress to a halt.
"Wow, your fuck chute is gripping down on my cock hard. This is the tightest pussy I have ever been inside. Oh, yeah, I am sure it hurts you right now. I've got a big cock and your virgin ass is tight as shit. But give it a couple weeks and that little twat of yours will stretch out nicely and you'll be squealing, with pleasure, like a bitch in heat, when I pound my meat up your hole. Hell, boy, by the end of this camping trip, all you'll have to see is my hard cock pointed in your direction and your pussy will start lubing itself, getting wet in anticipation of being used, your thighs will start quivering, and your little fuck hole will start twitching with desire. Just wait. You'll see. You're not only gonna be my substitute fleshlite, you're gonna enjoy it. You are going to crave having my thick cock in your cunt."
I screamed out in pain, again. "Please, please, please stop! I don't want to be your fuck toy. I can't take it. It's too big."
He was using my virgin hole with no preparation, Just a hard thrust into my dry fuck chute. I guess, I had hoped, if he was going to use me, there would be some attempt to reduce the pain, at the very least he would try to open me up a little, make it easier to take his cock. Maybe some lube, to assist in reducing the skin on skin friction. But he was way to horny to deal with niceties like prepping me. He needed to be buried in a tight hole. He was feeling the need to breed, and, it was quickly obvious, that he simply did not care how this felt to me, this was about his needs, his desires and his pleasure. I was simply a means to an end. A hole for his cock. I don't think it even occurred to him to try and make it easier on my hole.
"Oh my god, take it out! It's too big, your ripping me in half."
"Nah, it ain't to big! No cock is too big for a fuck toy, even mine. Your cunt-hole is just too small, right now. But don't worry, I'll have it stretched out in no time. Soon your ass will be a huge, gaping hole, perfectly sized take my cock."
I continued to scream and beg him to stop as he forced more of his massive cock into my tight, little asshole. He grunted loudly as his cock inched deeper and deeper into my body. Each downward stroke opening me up a little further. I tried to pull away from him, to escape the pain and humiliation of being used like a sex toy. I did not want to accept what was happening. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging in and holding me in place. His huge cock moving in and out of my butt. I could feel his cock stretching me out and making my fuck chute conform to its size and shape. He was re-configuring my hole to be a perfect fit for his meat. He was as lost in the pleasure of getting off as I was lost in the pain of being used to help him get off.
He looked down at me. Reflected in his eyes I could see myself. I had the unmistakable look of a boy, who obviously had never even considered that this could happen to me, taking a hard dick up my tight asshole for the first time. I am shocked and horrified, realizing that I have now become a bitch and that there's no going back. Everything I thought I was, everything I thought my future held is literally being fucked away, as my asshole is being turned into a cunt, into a pussy for another man's use and enjoyment. I am being fucked like a girl and bred like a bitch. There is no going back, I will always know that another man has used me for his pleasure. Each stroke of his cock, felt like it was fucking the manhood out of me. I would never be able to walk around and pretend that I was a man again. In my mind, and his, I would forever be a bitch, a fuck bitch.
"Fuck yeah, now you are starting to loosen up a little. Letting my meat up inside of you. Making me feel good."
He had a firm grip on my hips as he pushed and pulled my body, back and forth, to better take his cock. He was doing exactly what I had suggested, he was using a Fleshlite to jerk himself off. My problem was that my formerly virgin ass was now that Fleshlite. I was nothing more than an object for him to use to make his cock feel good. Over and over he punched his massive cock into me, forcing my tight, formerly un-molested ass to stretch out to accommodate his tool. It was incredibly painful, yet he did not slow down or show any sympathy for my pain. He was fucking me as hard as he could, punching deeper and deeper into my guts. I was nothing more than a hole for him to jerk off into.
As I writhed in pain, unable to get away or stop what was happening to me, my mind started to wander. The pain had caused me to try and blank off what was happening to me. My thoughts went to Steve and how he could do this to me. I thought we were friends. It was as though he was trying to hurt me, although I know that is not the case. He simply needed to feel good, fuck a hole and get off. In order to do that, I was forced to endure some pain. My pain was simply a byproduct of his needs. I realized, his indifference to my suffering made sense - when using a Fleshlite, you don't care or even consider what the Fleshlite is feeling while pounding your hard cock in and out of it. It's just an object to be used. Just like me now. I was being used to provide his cock with pleasure.
Steve is an aggressive fucker. His cock is rearranging my insides, stretching me out and making my hole into his personal masturbation tool. He is not doing it to hurt me, he is doing it to make himself feel good. "Fucking take that cock. Yeah bitch, I am opening your cunt up and re-sizing it to fit my meat."
In and out. Over and over. With each inward thrust he manages to get a little more of his massive cock into me. In and out. It feels like someone is pile driving a two by four into my guts. Then Steve grabs my hips and pulls me fully into him. I feel those ginger pubes smashing against my butt cheeks and I know he is inside me fully, he is balls-deep. He lets it sit there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being fully hilted. "Now I want you to start clenching your cunt muscles, make me feel good. Just like you were doing with your throat muscles. Yeah, just grip my cock with your hole. That's better. But you need to milk it. Open up and relax as I punch into you, then grip down as tight as you can as I start to pull out. There you go, just like that. Now you are getting it. You are a good little fuck toy, aren't you?"
Steve was pounding the hell out of my ass. He was really throwing it to me and even though I begged him to slow down, to take it easy on my sore asshole, he just laughed at me. "Get used to it, bitch."
Him calling me bitch, made me understand that my friendship with Steve is over. He no longer sees me as his friend, or even as another guy. I am nothing more than a cum rag to him. A thing to take his loads and wipe his cock off on when he is done jerking it. He pounded my ass for over an hour. The friction from his mostly dry cock, felt like sandpaper inside me. Occasionally he would add some spit to minimally lubricate my fuck chute. Eventually I was begging and pleading with him to cum in me, just to end this torturous assault on my ass. Then I felt his cock engorge a little more and push as deep as it could go. He unloaded his nuts into my ass, finally providing some lubrication. He fucked me for another ten minutes to insure his cum was pushed deep inside, where it would not drip out.
"Ahhhh fuuuuck! That felt amazing. I made the right decision in turning you out. You are much more useful as a Fleshlite than you ever were as a friend."
I lay there on the ground looking up at Steve. He looked down and grinned.
"You took my cock like a pro. I just knew you had a pussy down between your legs. Any hole that can take a cock as big as mine in the first go, without bleeding, was made to take cock."
"That was rape."
"No, it wasn't, it's not possible to rape you. The rest of this trip is going to be great, we can relax and not spend every waking moment thinking about busting a nut. Whenever we get horny, we can just bend you over and take care things. It's going to be great couple of weeks now that we have a place to dump our loads."
"What do you mean we? You can't tell the guys!"
"Of course, I am going to tell the guys, what kind of friend would I be if I did not share my toys. Now that you are officially a Fleshlite, the other guys might want to use you to jerk off into. It would make me a selfish bastard, if I tried to keep your new role as my personal fuck toy, a secret, and did not share your holes with them. I am many things, but selfish is not one of them. I am happy to share my toys with my friends. I am a nice guy, after all. "I was your friend too! You did not seem to have a problem treating me like a solution for your needs, regardless of what I wanted or did not want. You just raped me and dumped your cum loads inside me."
"Raped you? You can't rape an Fleshlite. Its sole purpose is to take cock. After all, you are the one who suggested that I find an alternate pussy to use. It was your idea. Then you opened your mouth and showed me what a perfect fuck toy you actually are. You massaged my thick meat with your throat muscles and thru your actions, encouraged me to cream your tonsils. Then as I was plowing your tight, little asshole open, like you suggested, you were begging me to shoot my load in you. You ceased to be my friend the second you swallowed my creamy cum load and you ceased to be a man when you begged for my cum inside of you." "Please, just don't tell the guys."
"I believe that it's important that they know, if only so we don't have to sneak off somewhere private to have you drain my balls four or five times a day. It will be much easier if it's out in the open. Everyone shares your holes. Besides, my real friends, the ones that don't take dick and swallow jizz, are going to be curious. It'll be interesting to see how the guys you grew up with and hung out with, as equals, are going to react to the fact that you are, in reality, a cum guzzling fuck toy. I wonder if any of them will be surprised? I imagine it will be very embarrassing, for you, to beg them to use you for their sexual gratification. Pleading with your former buddies to feed you their cocks and cum. It will be awkward, at first, but once they have seen, and felt, your holes in action, I bet every one of them are going to want to jerk themselves off using your mouth and your pussy instead of their right fist. And once they actually get a feel of your cunt muscles clenching around their hard cock's, I bet they are going to want to have a "release", like you, around, all the time."
"Since your true purpose in life is to take cock and assist men in getting off, it would be a criminal waste not to tell them, so they can use you. They are men and have cocks, that's all you need to care about. I am sure that even though they will cease to be your friends, once they have cum inside of you, they will see the advantage of having a fuck toy, like you, around to use. You will still get to "hang out" with them, just in a very different role."
The idea of my friends finding out that I have Steve's cum loads in my stomach and in my ass was terrifying. I grew up with these guys, I have known them for years, and now they were going to be told that I am Steve's personal Fleshlite and that my holes are available for them to use.
Steve tucked in his still semi engorged cock and zipped up his pants. He looked down on me with cold eyes, showing no compassion for the violent transformation he just put me thru.
"C'mon, hole, lets go"
I jumped at his command and pulled on my underwear, pants and shirt.
Steve pulled out his knife. I looked even more shocked and backed away from the giant redhead with a knife that had just raped me.
"Relax, I am not going to cut you. Just bend over."
Steve spun me around and bent me over at the waist. He fingered my ass thru my pants. I felt him grab a fold of fabric and pull it towards him. He then used the knife to cut a hole in the ass of my pants and underwear. He ripped it a little and rammed a thick finger into my well fucked ass.
"That's better, now there's nothing covering your hole. A fuck toy, like you, should be easy to use. Now when I get horny, I can just bend you over, exposing your tight little fuck hole and ram my cock home." He stood up, unzipped and punched his cock into me again, just to show me that he could.
"Ohhhh, fuck yeah, I am going to be using this hole a lot from now on. You were obviously made to serve. You are whining that you don't want to be my fuck toy, and yet you are clenching your cunt muscles on my cock making me feel good." He was right, I was squeezing down on his fuck stick. The muscle memory from my recent cunting, just kicked in. He had already trained me to make him feel maximum pleasure while inside me. He held me there for a moment, while he enjoyed the clenching sensation my chute was giving his meat. Then he started stroking in and out again. He was jerking himself off, using me as his cock sleeve. After about twenty minutes he shot another hot, creamy load in me. I could feel my ass overflowing with his jizz. Wet globs of cum dripping down my taint and thighs.
"Wow, I made a mess out of your back end. Looks like you will get your wish. I won't have to tell the guys about your new role in our group. My cum loads dripping out of your crotchless jeans will tell them everything they need to know." On the walk back to the cabin, Steve fucked my butt, again. He must not have been kidding about how horny he was, going without for the past three weeks. We came upon a fallen tree, and Steve forced me to bend over the trunk with my ass in the air. With the hole cut in the rear of my jeans and underwear, he did not even need to pull down my pants, he just rammed his cock right in as soon as he had me bent over. This being the third time he had fucked me, my ass was still stretched out and full of his jizz, so he slid in with a lot less resistance than the first time. He pulled out fully, then punched his way in again, and again, over and over, destroying my sphincter. His cuntbuster punching into my abused, sperm filled, hole sounded like a plunger working on a big clog. Wet, sloppy, sucking sounds as my well lubricated cunt, attempted to get another load inside of it.
The guys were not in the cabin when we returned, they must have gone down to the lake. Steve opened the front of his jeans, and pushed me to my knees and once again I found my mouth full of his thick cock. "Might as well jerkoff, since we are alone, with nothing better to do." With his hands gripping my head tight to his crotch, he backed up and sat down in one of the lounge chairs, I was positioned between his thighs, with my head bobbing up and down on his meat, with my back to the door.
I could hear the door open and they guys coming in, but could not see them. My field of vision was completely occupied by Steve's flat stomach and his thick bush of red pubes. "What the fuck is going on here? Is that Peter sucking your cock?"
"Yeah, little pete here, volunteered to be my fuck toy and help me jerk off."
"Pete's gay?"
"I have no idea...the subject of whether he preferred guys to girls never came up. However, he made it very clear that he was a faggot, cum dump, available for use as a hole."
"How can he be a faggot and not gay?"
"Gay guys want what straight guys want, someone to love, good sex, a relationship, but with another guy. But fags, they are different, they aren't in it for love. Fags want to be used. To give pleasure to those using them. It's not a mutual interchange, like sex, It's more like a service. Fags get pleasure from serving those superior to them. Fags allow themselves to be penetrated with a man's cock, because it helps the man using them bust a nut. It's not really sex, its masturbating with a fag's holes instead of your right hand.
"What do you mean? I don't get it. It looks like you are having sex with him right now. Oral sex anyway, although it looks like pete has jizz dripping out of those crotchless jeans. So how is this not gay?"
"Again, I'm not having sex with him, I'm just using one of his holes to jerk myself off. I'm not gay, there are no emotions, like love or lust, involved with this act, it's just a way to get off."
"You are going to have to explain this to us. Tell us the whole story on why pete has your cock in his throat."
So, Steve tried, again, to explain my new role to our friends. Although, I guess Steve was probably right, they would no longer be my friends once I started serving them. I listened while Steve convinced my former friends to use me for their pleasure. The whole time, bobbing my head up and down on Steve's oversized cock.
"We were out in the woods and I was telling pete how horny I was since I broke up with Angie and how fisting my cock did not feel as good as Angie's sweet pussy. I told him how good her tight warm hole could feel wrapped around my meat. pete suggested I just needed to find a substitute pussy to use. I just needed a better way to masturbate, he explained. He said that since I wanted a warm wet hole to get off in, I should use one of his. Suggested that I could jerk myself off using his holes instead of my right hand. He asked me to use him like any real man would use a pocket pussy or a Fleshlite."
This was not the truth, it was not how it all occurred, but I was unable to give my version of events, since my mouth was filled with Steve's cock.
"So you are just using him as a place to dump your loads and he's OK with you using him without a condom, and cumming in him?"
"When I was masturbating myself with his ass, he literally begged me to cum inside of him."
Again, not the truth, or not the whole truth anyway. I did beg him to cum inside me, but only so that the brutal fucking he was throwing me would end and my ass could get some rest.
"Go ahead try it out. I jerking off in this end, but the other hole is open and ready to be used. I even lubricated it for ya."
"It feels a little weird using pete as a fuck toy. I mean we grew up together, hung out as equals, he's on the team."
"I understand your feelings, and may have a solution for you. Stop thinking of it as pete. Pete no longer exists, this is a Fleshlite, a pocket pussy, a substitute cunt. Only it's better, cause it cleans itself up. Think of it as an object, like a frying pan or a toilet, use it when you need to, then forget about it when you don't. Even better, think of it like that old crusty tube sock under your bed in junior high. You would pull it out when you were horny, jerk a load off into it, wipe of any excess jizz with it, then toss it back under your bed until the next time you need to empty your balls. Did you ever worry about how that sock felt when you wrapped it around your meat, pounded it hard and busted a nut into it? Of course not, it was just a place to dump your sperm. That's what pete is now."
"You're right, it does make it easier to think of it that way. But it still seems strange to call it pete, after all pete was a friend. Shouldn't it have a new name to better fit it's new position in life? To use your analogy, why don't we call him tubesock from now on?
"I like it! Come here tubesock, I need to jerk off."
One of the boys got behind me and placed his cock against the opening of my ass. I could not tell who since my face was buried in Steve's crotch. Without a second of hesitation, whoever it was shoved his rock hard prick up my ass so hard and so fast I didn't have time to scream around Steve's cock. He fucked my ass as if I was his personal slut. He didn't care how I felt or how painful it was as he tore my asshole open, none of them were going to care. I was going to be used by this group of men for their pleasure and their pleasure alone. This was my new life.