Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 13:40:23 -0800 (PST)
From: chuck scott <hrdbare2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mike's Whore

After my initial experience with Mike, I wondered just what the hell I had
gotten into. I very soon realized that having so willing sucked Mike off,
he took me to be his toy. More to the point, Mike came to see me as his
faggot, whore. I was there to satisfy any whim or need he might have felt.


It had all begun when I mentioned, all most off handedly, that I wondered
what it would feel like to suck a cock. At that time, let me repeat, I had
seen Mike as a friend and I thought I was just expressing an opinion. But I
soon came to see how wrong I was about Mike.

As soon as I mentioned that I wondered about sucking a cock, Mike's
attention turned. He sat next to me and asked if I was serious. I was so I
nodded. We were at his house and his wife was at work. I knew she wouldn't
be home for a few hours, so just answered, "Yeah. I've wondered about it
for a long time."

"Well hell, since you really want to feel it, get on your knees."

The force in his voice caught me off guard, but I was also excited, so I
dropped instantly to my knees.

"Undo my belt and slide my pants down," he told me,

I did like I was told, already feeling the thrill of the forbidden. And I
did get the first twinge of being a whore. When his cock was freed, it
sprung fully upright. I gasped having a rock-hard, 9 inch cock bouncing
just inches from my face. I didn't need any more instructions, as I gulped
down his cock, taking it as deep as I could.

"Oh, baby," he said softly and grabbed my head. "You're my little slut,
aren't you?" It was a question, but had the feel of an order.

I managed a muffled, "Yes."

Then Mike began mouth fucking me, hard and deep. He forced his cock all the
way down, till his balls were slapping into my chin. I gagged with air and
spit bursting out of my mouth with each deep stroke he gave me. I managed
to keep going and that just excited Mike even more.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered me.

I unbuttoned my shirt as quickly as I could and threw it to the floor. Mike
reached down and grabbed my tits. I need to add here that I'm overweight,
hell fat and have always been concerned about my rather large
man-titties. It was instantly clear that Mike loved them, as he pulled and
squeezed both of them, as still pounding away on my mouth.

Even though he was hurting my tits and especially my nipples, I loved
it. Having him pull and twist my tits, got my cock even harder. I reached
into my pants and started to jack off, but Mike slapped my head and ordered
me, "Keep your fag hands off your cock. You'll have time for that later."
Then, as he gave one last twist to my right tit, he pushed my head all the
way down and began cumming. It seemed like he was shooting forever as more
and more cum filled my mouth. I was shocked at the sweet taste and I
swallowed as fast as I could. He let one long groan and thrust even deeper,
then let go with one last shot into my mouth.

Then he slapped my face and pushed me away. "That was good. You really know
how to take a cock. I realized you didn't do much sucking, but I saw you
liked it."

"Oh, Mike, I did. I loved your cum."

"Okay, not it's your turn," he said in an angry voice. "I want you to jack
off for me. So slide your pants down and get to work."

I slid my jeans and underwear down to my knees and went to work. The
lingering taste of his cum drove me over the edge in a few seconds. I
started to groan and Mike told me, "Don't spill a drop or I'll kick the
shit out of you."

I was already going to cum in my hand, but now I had to be careful because
I knew what the next order was going to be. And I was right, after I had
filled my hand, Mike had me stand and get my cum filled hand right in front
of his face. "Now lick it up, all of it."

I did as I was told and his eyes lit up with lust. When my hand was clean,
he told me to do it again. I was still excited at being used like that, so
I grabbed my still hard cock and stroked.  Again, Mike made it easier by
twisting and pulling my tits. Within minutes, I was cumming again.  Again,
I slurped my cum and again Mike was excited watching me eat my own load.

When I finished, Mike told me I was a quick learner and that I obviously
liked to be a cocksucker.  I had never actually thought of that word, but I
was a cocksucker. I smiled a bit sheepishly and nodded. "So now," he added,
"I'm going to introduce you to the next part. Going to make you a real
faggot."

My heart raced at what I knew was going to happen next. Mike, a man, was
going to fuck me. I was going to be like the fags I'd read about, taking it
up the ass. As I processed this new step I was going to take, I realized
that I actually wanted to take that next step. Damn, what had happened to
me? I had swallowed a load of another man's cum and now I wanted his cock
up my ass.

I gulped as Mike pushed me into the living room and to an overstuffed
chair. He forced me over the back, with my feet on the floor and my face in
the cushion. He told me to raise up so my tits were exposed and hanging
free. Then he spread a glob of lube on my ass and on his cock head.
Without a warning, he rammed his cock into me. The pain was excruciating. I
snapped up, but he forced me back down. "Take it, faggot. Whores take it,"
he ordered me. Then he reached down and grabbed both of my titties, hard. I
had figured out that he wanted to give me as much pain as he could without
really injuring me. I'm sure my tits would be bruised, but I liked it. Then
he nearly twisted my nipples off, all the while pounding my ass.

I surprised myself when I began meeting his cock thrusts by slamming my ass
back into him.

"Oh, fag likes it," he said.

"Yes, I do. I love it," I heard my voice, as if from a different
person. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Mike grabbed both of my titties, twisted and pulled them as he leaned back
and with a deep groan, shot his load into me. I felt an odd warmth spread
through my gut, then I collapsed onto the chair. Mike fell on top of me and
we both gasped for air. Soon we stood and I said I should get going before
his wife got home. He grabbed my hair and pushed me down on my knees.

"Not so fact," he said. "Faggots need to learn how to finish the job. Now
clean my cock."

I took his soft cock and sucked and licked it clean. Then I stood and got
dressed. Mike ran his hand over my shirt, lingering on my hard
nipples. Then he reached down and grabbed my balls, giving them a
twist. "I'll be busy tomorrow, but the next day, I want you back here at
10:00 in the morning. We'll have all day to play."

I'll try, Mike," I said.

He jerked my balls till tears filled my eyes. "I didn't ask you, faggot. In
case you didn't know, you're my cocksucker now. You do what I when, when I
want. And I want you here, Thursday at 10:00 AM! Got it?"

As much as the force behind his words left me a bit afraid about what to
expect, my cock jumped a bit at the expected adventures.

"Yes, Sir. 10:00."

What happened at the next few encounters, well I'll leave it for further
entries.