Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2017 05:08:51 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Becoming my Flatmates Bitch - part 22

Becoming my Flatmates' Bitchnne
By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
M/m/M+, college, group, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination
(one-way sex).
Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice
and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit:
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Part 22
- - - - - - - - -

Author's note:

Before anything let me wish you all a great New Year. It's been one year
since I started publishing my stories and I gotta say it's a great honour
to be part of this and have my stories shared and enjoyed by so many
people.

As for more practical stuff, I write faster or slower depending on how busy
I am, but I'm trying to compensate with longer and more detailed
texts. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I'm still trying my best.

I'll write more chapters of this story before starting the ranch's sequel
which is already in my head. I also have a manuscript for a book, but then
I started wondering if that would become a good book, so I accept
suggestions. What would you like to read based on my writing style?

I still appreciate e-mails, so don't forget to send me anything if you feel
like. I don't know how many readers I have, I have the slightest clue if I
got twenty readers or one thousand. When I feel no one is reading I just
feel like giving up, otherwise what's the point? It takes me many hours to
write a chapter like this and I use a lot of my free time for this, two or
three weeks doing nothing but writing when I'm not doing something
else. I'm a slow writer, so it's not something I have done in a day.

Lastly, I appreciate donations on Patreon as I need money to pay the
proofreading of my book. One dollar a month is like a can of coke and if
you cum by reading these stories, one or a couple of orgasms is better than
a can of coke (or it should be)... so if you want to contribute, please
check my Patreon account: www.patreon.com/user?u=3122824 Part of the money
will be donated to Nifty.

Don't let Brian, Alex, Karl, Patty, Chad, Andy and all character die. They
still have a lot to share ;)

Hope you enjoy this chapter,

- - - - - - - - - - -

It's been a few hours since I've been left alone in my doorless room by
Brian and Kurt. My body was stinking, I could feel dried cum on my skin
every time I moved my body as if it was dried glue. Still, I didn't want to
leave. It was weird coz I've just lost my sanctuary, the only place I felt
safe. I was now completely exposed to these guys endeavours, to their nasty
minds that always tricked me into doing more humiliating and disgusting
things. I ended up thinking about Alex. The whole idea of becoming his
`girlfriend' seemed disturbing, but it could be my only escape if I wanted
to live away from Brian. It's funny because not even five hours before that
consideration, I thought of Brian as my only salvation when Alex had his
fingers inside of me. Did I really need someone to save me? That was just a
proof of my submissive behaviour.

Drown in my own thoughts, I heard someone coming in and it didn't take two
seconds to see Brian's face by my door, watching me on my bed, hiding under
my bedsheets.

"Bitch" he said visibly upset. He moved away and spoke out loud from his
room as he paced up and down doing god knows what. "I'll be away for a few
hours. You should take the time and go fuck yourself"

I had no idea what had him so angry, but he was taking that out on me. What
the hell? I was the one under such a terrible situation in a room without a
door, naked except for a chastity device, my clothes hidden somewhere far
away from me, even my body hair was gone into the drain. After everything
happening to me, Brian was the one nervous and bitching around. I could've
faced him, as I could've done many other occasions before, but what for?
Besides, I didn't feel like confronting him. It'd be better to let him go
away and let me alone for a couple of hours, so at least I could be in
peace for a while.

I heard him putting stuff inside his backpack then he left, leaving the
scent of his cologne in the air before crossing the door. It was unusual to
have the place all for myself. Even when my room still had a door, I didn't
feel I had privacy as my ears would capture all my flatmates'
noises. Brian's loud laughter, Kurt's deep voice complaining about
everything, Adam's heavy steps. I looked at my body, my belly, my encaged
dick. I touched it. I remembered I've cum after touching my prostate. I
felt dubious because I thought that was deeply wrong, but yet so good
because I couldn't deny the unforgettable sensations I experienced. I
wished I could say it was horrible, but I've been so horny, my own desires
left aside for so long, it was great to remember I had needs after
all. Brian wanted me to forget I had wishes of my own, but coming made me
think I couldn't cope with that.

"Fuck him" I whispered to myself, my cock hardening as I thought of myself
again. Having a hardon when your dick is caged isn't a pleasant feeling, it
can't expand, there's not much it can do so it eventually goes soft
again. The frustration it brings when you realize you can't cum is almost
as unbearable as the pain you feel from the caged dick. So I touched my
balls, caressed my nuts carefully, not without cursing that stupid metallic
thing keeping me from jerking off. I wanted to cum, but I knew it wouldn't
happen, unless I finger fucked myself. In my head I repeated `no, no, no' a
hundred times until I decided it couldn't happen. I just did that before
because Brian forced me, so I wouldn't do it by my own. I let go of my dick
and balls at once, and held my hands behind my head as if restraining
myself just to be sure I wouldn't surrender to my instincts.

At the same time, I had a mental struggle where I wanted to picture pussies
in front of me, I wanted to see all those vaginas from the time I jerked
off to them, but instead all I could see were dicks. I couldn't remember
what a pussy looked like anymore. I thought maybe I should pay a whore just
to show me her pussy, maybe she could finger herself as I watched, but I
had no money for that. Plus, no one would do that for free, mainly when I
couldn't show them my dick. What an embarrassment that would be to show my
dick in a cage. I closed my eyes tighter, and saw more dicks. I saw Alex's
cock dripping precum on me. I could still feel it on my body, in my
mouth. Fuck, that shit tasted good and I was having another hardon. Since
when I started to feel excited just from thinking of dicks? I couldn't
remember, it just happened as if it was the most natural thing for a
straight guy. Maybe what Brian tried to do to me was working out after
all. As I couldn't touch myself, the closest thing I had was my flatmates'
dicks. Their pleasure was becoming my own and although I hadn't thought
about it, it was indeed happening.

Suddenly I thought I heard something. I opened my eyes and realized there
was someone opening the door. The sun was setting, my room was getting
darker but whoever got into the flat turned on the light and the light
reached my desk on my left. The person closed the door, removed the shoes
and part of the clothes and walked around till I saw Adam standing by my
room's doorframe. He was watching me and I glanced back. I coulnd't
remember last time I've been alone with him in our flat, it brought me a
good feeling of safety, as if we were back to the time it was all about the
two of us, just friends sharing a common space.

"Hey, bud. You awake?" he asked. He couldn't possibly see my open eyes
staring at him since my bed was in the dark part of the room.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Not much. How you doing?" I wasn't expecting someone asking me this
question. I thought no one cared about it, but it's obvious Adam did. I
considered him a close friend and I believed he had the same feelings
towards me.

"Not bad... I mean... You know..." little pieces of broken sentences came
out of my mouth one after another so in the end I didn't say much. I didn't
have to because he knew very well how I have been treated by Brian and Kurt
since they moved in.

As I still tried to complete that sentence and answer him, Adam came into
my room. Now I could see him better, he was barefoot, wearing just his
boxers and a thermic shirt that was tight enough to show all of the pecs in
his abdomen. I was still wondering what he wanted with me when he came to
my bed, sat down and, to my amazement, laid down by my side. Before
touching my pillows with his back, he removed the bedsheet that covered my
naked body. I was bewildered by his attitude, Adam had never come inside my
room before and now he was laying with me on my bed. I didn't know what to
do, I just tried not to touch his body, but he pulled me closer to him with
one arm around my neck.

"Don't worry. I just think you're a bit depressed, you know?" Adam said in
an amicable way. "Maybe all you need is to stop worrying too much? You're
so piled up, you gotta let it go"

"But how?" I needed to talk about my situation and now he offered his ears
to listen to my complaints, I'd use the chance to say everything I had been
keeping to myself. "Ever since Brian moved in my life's been hell. You know
that. But today was the worst. He took my clothes away. And there" I
pointed to the empty doorframe "not even a door anymore".

"We can see how to make this not so bad to you. I can talk to him if you
want"

"Please" I begged. "He wouldn't listen to me"

"What else did you do today? I don't think a door would make you so angry
and I know Brian would do more than just removing your door" Adam still
sounded friendly. I thought that if I wanted him to help me, I'd better be
honest with him.

"Well... I don't know how to start..."

"From the beginning?" he suggested with his arms still around me. My head
was pressed between his armpits and chest. The smell of his perfume going
deep into my nostrils then straight to my brain. The perfume wasn't too
strong so I thought I could smell his own scent more than anything. I've
felt that before, I never really stopped to think about the way he
smelt. It wasn't bad, I guessed. But above all, what was disturbing me was
the closeness of our bodies there in the bed. Disturbing isn't exactly the
word, it was just different, unexpected and weird. Adam and I have shared a
shelter long enough to know each other. He was older than me, he was a good
looking guy, he had girls drooling for him, he was THE guy. It's been
awkward to suck him before, but his dick in my mouth wasn't too
personal. There was no love or affection in sucking dicks, it was just
simple carnal pleasure. But having him by my side, asking me questions, his
arm on my neck was something else. I felt like a small girl in the arms of
a big boyfriend. And for an instant I did feel protected, or even worse, I
really enjoyed his company. I wasn't just a sex toy after all.

"This morning Brian took me to the gym and... fuck" I was humiliated. I've
never talked such intimacies before, and if I had, it wouldn't have me in a
public shower room having sexual interaction with other men. I swallowed
hard and Adam squeezed my shoulder as if showing his support. Don't think I
felt like crying or anything like that. I know this sounds too bad for a
young straight guy, but I've had my share of bad experiences before and
this was nothing if compared to stuff I've been through. I just felt like
exploring something different, playing with taboo, facing the judgment of
society. I knew Adam would understand me, but putting our thoughts into
words means to give them a body, they become real, they face us back. And
so I explained everything, from the moment I was in the showers with Alex
and Brian, to the time I came in our bathroom. I wasn't interrupted, but
Adam would squeeze my shoulder every now and then just to remind me he was
still there, awake and listening.

As I found myself with nothing else to say, I just shut up, still feeling
bad with myself. Adam should be thinking I let all of this happen. Of
course, any other man in my situation would just walk away, would swear,
yell, fight, anything, but I just did whatever they asked me to. I was
getting angry with myself when Adam decided to break the silence.

"Did you like it?"

I wasn't expecting this question. Maybe he just didn't want to judge me. He
should be thinking I was gay and he didn't want to sound biased or
anything.

"I'm not gay. You know that... right?" I asked as if I started to doubt it
myself.

"That's not what I asked, dumbass. I asked if you liked it" he used to call
me dumbass from time to time, but that was not rude or anything. He chose
this word because it sounded less offensive than others and this way he
could direct it to me whenever I said or did anything stupid.

"I don't know" I answered really confused. It was difficult to say what I
felt like because my mind told me it was wrong, I was being humiliated by
my flatmates, but at the same time, in the end, I did cum. And I didn't cum
by fucking pussy, gosh, I wasn't even thinking about pussy when I came. I
had fingers in my ass, I was sharing a small bathroom with other two men
whose dicks I've sucked dozen of times. I had the sweet aftertaste of
Alex's cum in my mouth. I wished I could've had a different experience, I
wanted to change everything, but that was the plain and simple reality.

"You said you came without touching yourself. You must've liked it" Adam
suggested.

"I don't know. I was too horny, that's all..."

"Unh... I've been too horny before and still... There was this time I went
to a church camping. I was a teenager, thirteen I think. I couldn't spend a
single day without masturbating at least once or twice. I used to live in
my dad's ranch, you know. I'd stop at every single bush and jerk off. Then
one day my pa sent me to this stupid camping. No shit, we had eyes on us
24/7 coz the priests in charge wanted to make sure we would get out of
there cleaned from our sins. What sins could a teenager have? Well, some
people still think that jerking off will take you to hell. Anyway, three
weeks later I was going crazy, and a friend of mine and I managed to go far
far away when no one was watching us. We were both talking about jerking
off when he suggested we should give it a try and help each other. After a
lot of talk I let him stroke my dick. The boy had nice smooth hands, really
nice. It was so fucking good to feel another hand doing all the hard job
for me. But then he decided to touch my ass. He said I'd enjoy it if I let
him put a finger in my hole. At that moment, I realized I'd rather die of
blue balls, I'd rather be a dead body with a hardon than letting someone
fuck me. A dick, a dildo, a finger, it doesn't matter. It was not even a
matter of considering whether I'd like that or not, I just knew I wouldn't
let it happen" Adam told me, his hand holding me even closer to him so I
could hear his voice deep inside his chest as he spoke.

I knew the conclusion he wanted me to see. It's obvious, isn't it? He, a
real man, wouldn't let a boy touch his ass, while I not only did, but also
came with that. He didn't conclude his story, he just left it lingering
there, at the point I felt much less of a man than I did before. For the
head of an experienced guy, such a story wouldn't mean much, but for me it
did. Still insecure about my sexuality, I've never been with a woman till
that point of my life, and then surrounded by a bunch of guys who made me
suck them whenever they wanted, it did mean a lot.

"Don't get me wrong" Adam continued, "I ain't judging you. You know I
wouldn't do that. And I also don't care if you're gay or not. Who cares?
You don't need to label yourself before agreeing to the fact (and he
stressed the word `fact') that you got your rocks off after fingering your
hole. Am I wrong?"

I still found myself silent, unsure about what to say. He was implying that
having a finger fucking my ass wasn't gay, getting off while it happened
wasn't gay either, so what was gay?

"Listen, you don't love these guys" he started to answer my unspoken
thoughts. "You still picture yourself fucking chicks, right? You still
think of them and believe you'll love one of them someday to the point
you'll get married and have a straight life, right?"

"Sure" I squeezed this word out of my empty stomach without exactly
thinking about it. I couldn't picture anything anymore. I couldn't remember
the last time I thought about something sexual that didn't involve dicks
dripping precum and squirting semen into my mouth.

"But if it gives you pleasure, then that's ok too. A lot of chicks like
guys who are into this kind of stuff. It's completely fine" he said with a
soft and comforting voice. "And I also noticed you probably liked to
swallow the neighbor's cum, didn't you? Again, I ain't judging, it's just
the way you talked about it"

I couldn't even remember I talked about Alex, but it should've been
obvious. Alex had such a strong power over me, I could've said more than I
intended. Alex made me hate him just for existing, I never knew exactly
why, but I just couldn't stand that guy. Brian was different. Brian gave me
reasons to hate him since the first day we talked, but not Alex. His cocky
attitude, the way he dealt with life, everything looked so easy for him
whereas I struggled with all the small things.

As for Adam, he was a hero in my eyes, a semi god, someone I wanted to
become if I were to be born again. He had no defects, a perfect guy who was
still so humble and supporting. Why someone as perfect as him would be
humble? It's like owning a Ferrari and keeping it indoors.

I sighed. Adam surely noticed my hesitation. His hand moved from my
shoulder to my head, his fingers touched my ear, then my cheeks. It made me
shiver. "So, did you like swallowing his cum?" he whispered closer to my
other ear.

His hot breath touching my ear made my dick twitch in its cage. "It wasn't
too bad..."

"Oh, no. I think you like it more than that. That's really all you got to
say?" he insisted.

"It wasn't bad... I don't know... yeah, it was kinda good" I was still
afraid of exposing my thoughts, but I wouldn't be able to hold it much
longer. Without saying a word, Adam just exhaled his warm breath deep into
my ear and it had me at his mercy. "It was good, ok? So fucking good..."

"That's more like it" he whispered as if he was now inside my head. "So,
answer me. Do you like cum?"

"I think so..." my words triggered his fingers on my ear and I corrected
myself. "I like it, yeah... but I ain't gay, I ain't..."

"It's ok. You don't need to be gay to like cum, right? It's just tasty, you
can't help it"

Every time Adam finished a sentence with a `right' question, I'd answer it
in my head with a positive `right'. The questions sank as affirmations that
made me comfortable to share my deepest thoughts with him.

"What do you like about it?" he asked dragging me into a subject I'd rather
forget. With his warm breathe still penetrating my ear, I shivered and
sighed silently.

"I don't know..." I answered as I tried to think what the hell he wanted me
to say.

"Oh, you do. I'm sure you know why you like chocolate. Don't you?" he
wouldn't let his questions go unanswered. "Now tell me, what d'you like
about a good sip of warm cum?"

I tried to think more about it now. When Adam talked about chocolate I
remembered Alex saying that one day I'd prefer to drink his cum to having a
milkshake. I knew that I've thought about it once I tried his juices. It
didn't sound so absurd anymore. But why? As Adam allowed me to think, I
tried to see the bigger picture. I still considered myself straight but I
couldn't deny that I liked the taste of cum. At the same time, I was
considering what to say to Adam and what I had to hide from him.

"It's... I don't like it all the time. Some taste better than others..."
that's what came first to my mind.

"Oh, don't say that" Adam readjusted himself on the bed and leaned his back
against the bedhead. As I was still on my previous position, I found myself
now laying on his abs, my face just a few inches from his crotch. I could
see his dick was still soft under his underwear, but that was about to
change. From behind me, he continued, "guys like you should like it all the
time..."

"Guys like me?" I asked intrigued by what he meant by that.

"Yeah. Guys who like cum. I'm not saying you're gay, but it's a fact you
like cum. Some guys like it and they are not gay, just like you. I've met a
couple here at uni. But I'm sure there are much more out there, you'd be
surprised"

"Seriously?" I've never heard of guys getting off with other guys' cum.

"Absolutely. But they're into all sorts of taste, not just the sweet
ones. It's like those Harry Potter candies, ya know? You can take one that
tastes chocolate, but sometimes you take nasty tastes too. It'd be easier
just to buy a box of chocolate, but what's the fun in that? Then after a
while you realize you like all the tastes. The world would be so boring if
everything tasted like chocolate or vanilla, right?"

"I guess"

"Of course. So, what d'you like about cum?" he insisted.

"The taste?" I answered with a timid question as I still didn't know what
he wanted from me.

"Ok. That's a beginning. Let's make a list then. Number one is the
taste. What kind of taste do you like?"

"Sweet..." I said in a bit dubious way.

"Just sweet? I don't get it. You love lemonade, right? I've heard you once
saying you like it sour and I told you I couldn't stand it. So, why can't
you love a nice load of sour cum? Or sometimes bitter or salty? If you like
cum, you gotta love all of it, understand?"

Adam didn't understand that what I really wanted was to forget I liked cum,
never talk about it again. Well, that was my sober side talking. My horny
self couldn't deny the truth. Adam's words got into my brain, now filled up
with testosterone, and I started imagining all the cum I've swallowed so
far. My eyes were still staring at his covered cock, I thought I saw it
twitching just a little bit, but still soft or maybe getting hard. I
mumbled a `yes' and he asked me to continue my list.

"I think the texture..."

"That's interesting" he started. "One of the things guys like me don't like
about cum is the texture. Don't get me wrong, I've never put it in my
mouth, but don't need to. Just touch it and you can feel it. So thick, so
slimy, gooey" he explained, his hand resting on my head, pulling me even
closer to his abs. I tensed a little bit when he said he didn't like it,
because it probably turned me into a fag. He was just showing how different
we were. His fingers ruffled my hair for a bit as if to comfort me and stop
me from thinking too much. "Don't worry. Everyone is different. Some people
like stuff that others don't. You like cum and I don't. No big deal, ok?
What else?"

I was still ashamed and didn't feel like talking anymore. I thought about
saying I didn't know, but I knew for sure that Adam wasn't there to
humiliate me, he was a nice guy. "C'mon, it's good if you talk about it, so
you can understand what's happening to you" he continued.

"I think..." I started hesitantly, "well, it's just the fact that I know
this is coming from a guy's balls. It sounds weird, it's really weird, but
there's something about it that it's different from everything else. I
can't explain..."

"In other words, you like it coz that's a guy's essence, his seed" he
summarized my own thoughts with straightforward words. "That's a third
point and I think that's related to a fourth one. You like it coz a mouth
full of cum means a guy got off and had a sexual pleasure. You've made a
guy happy..."

"No, not really" I managed to contest. "I don't like to suck cock"

"Really? I thought you were having a good time with the guys here. You
looked like you were enjoying that" he sounded surprised, although I
couldn't see his face.

"No. Never liked it..."

"Well, if that's the case, I'll make them stop forcing you. I thought you
wanted it, that's why I didn't say anything before" he stated. "But..." he
stopped for a few seconds as if thinking about what to say next, "I'm not
convinced you don't like it. I mean, you like cum and as far as I know, the
best part of cum is to extract it from a guy's balls. I've heard it all the
time. If you were to enjoy cum for it's taste and texture you could just
have an yoghurt or something. I'll tell you what I think it's going on. You
crave cum and you do like sucking cock, but you're just afraid to say so."

"No, Adam. I'm seriously not gay..."

"See? That's all you think about. You don't need to be gay to enjoy
that. You can be bi, or curious or you just like to serve other men, mak'em
happy. Some guys serve other men by being good waiters, taxi drivers,
cashiers, whatever, but you do that by sucking their dicks. It's ok,
dude. Trust me, I ain't judging you. So, d'you really think you don't like
it?"

Once again I didn't know what to say. I've been telling myself I didn't
like it for so long I've never stopped to consider those claims. Could I
like it although I said I didn't? As I didn't say anything, Adam took the
chance to move on.

"When you say you like it coz it's part of a man's essence, you're saying
that maybe unconsciously, you do worship a man's body, including his
dick. You're saying you like to touch and suck it. Guys like me would say
that they don't like cum exactly because it comes from another man. That's
reason number one I'm sure. I think that this is also your number one
reason, even higher than the taste, but in your case, it is the
opposite. It explains why you like cum so much..."

"No, I don't..." I felt confused.

"So prove it to me, unh? What d'you say? Just prove you don't like to suck
dick" he suggested and made me even more confused.

"How could I?"

"Simple. Just suck my dick. You've done it before, but I never stopped to
think whether you were enjoying it or not. I always thought you liked it. I
want to pay attention this time. If I see you really don't like it then
I'll stop Brian from harassing you. Can you do that?"

I saw his dick now definitely getting harder under his boxers. I felt like
saying `yes, why not?', but I realized that if I did then I'd be sucking
another guy from my own will for the first time. It was not like there was
someone tricking or forcing me into that. Adam asked me for a blowjob and
if I offered it to him, then things would have changed a little bit for
me. Then Adam insisted in a friendly way:

"Don't take me wrong, bro. It's been a couple days I don't get off and I'd
really appreciate it if you did me this favour. I don't need to jerk off,
for years I never needed to, I don't even think I remember how to do
that. I don't even like it. So just suck me and I promise I won't ever ask
again if I feel you don't like it"

"Can you ask Brian to give me my clothes back?" I was already taking for
granted that I'd be sucking his dick, so I moved on to other things I
wanted from him.

"Sure. If you prove you really don't like what they're doing to you. This
will stop right away" he agreed. "Now just make me cum. But let me warn you
that I'm a bit different from other guys. When I don't cum for a while and
then someone sucks me, it takes me quite a long time to cum. Try to make
yourself comfortable coz sometimes it takes me a few hours to cum"

"Hours?" I asked, staring at his dick at this time almost piercing the
cotton fabric of his boxers.

"Yeah, once it took me three hours to get off. So just imagine if I had to
jerk off. It would take forever" he laughed quietly but I was dead serious
just thinking what I'd have to do. "Another thing I must tell you is what I
don't like in a blowjob. Yeah, I'm not completely into being sucked
either. First of all, I don't like when cocksuckers look too serious when
blowing me. Well, you said you don't like it, but try to pretend you
do. I'll know if you're pretending or not. Second, close your mouth tightly
now coz once you start sucking me I'd like you not to take my dick out of
your mouth at all. It means you won't be closing your mouth for the next
hours. You have no idea how I hate when cocksuckers stop sucking me to take
some time to rest. Motivated cocksuckers don't need to rest, right? This
leads us to the third point I don't like. I hate when cocksuckers use their
hands when they should be using their mouth to get me off. So, no hands ok?
I know I'm a bit big and cocksuckers like to hold the base of my dick while
sucking on my pole, but I think it's a good cocksucker's job to make sure
my cock is deep down their throat. That's the forth thing I'd consider
before sucking me. I hate superficial blowjobs. When I'm horny like I'm
right now, I never cum in mouths. I need throats. Understand? The longer it
takes for you to fuck your throat with my dick the longer you'll be sucking
me. Another thing. Don't you think I don't get tired. I do. If you don't
get me off after a few hours, my dick will go soft and you'll have me
extremely disappointed. I never take amateur cocksuckers to suck me off coz
I know I won't cum. You were actually my only exception coz for some reason
I got off from thinking I had you, my straight flatmate, sucking me, but
that won't happen again. Do you get everything?"

`Wow' that's what I thought. He should write it all down and make sure his
cocksuckers went through the instructions because he was extremely
demanding. I remember I heard chicks saying Adam was one of the hottest
guys around, but also complaining they couldn't deal with him in bed. Now I
finally understood why. Maybe for having pussy all the time without even
having to ask for it, he decided he could ask for whatever he wanted and
he'd get it. Probably he was still getting head from a lot of people even
having all of these requirements so he wasn't shy about telling what he
wanted.

"You don't want to disappoint me, right? I know you don't" he asked and
answered his question at the same time so I didn't bother. I really didn't
want to let him down, never did. "I'll tell you a secret. I only cum when
guys suck me. I can't remember the last time I came when a chick sucked
me. They just can't deal with all my requirements so I only cum when I fuck
them. It's obvious that before fucking them I let them suck on my big dick,
but when they say all they want is to suck me, I don't even bother. But
guys are different. They want to do everything they can to make me
happy. They even smile when I say all I want from them. They like the idea
they'll have to suck me for hours. D'you like to think you gotta suck me
for two, three hours? I bet you do" again I didn't have to answer him
because he wouldn't let me. It was better this way because I wouldn't know
what to say.

"But I also have to say that reality is way different from imagination"
Adam continued his speech. "I learned from experience that after one hour
or so, most of the guys who suck me gets annoyed and tired. Then I
understood that there's a difference between gays and cocksuckers. Gay guys
love other guys, they like dicks but they are not whores, they don't live
from getting dicks. They are more into vanilla sex. I don't think you're in
this category and I'm sure you agree with me. But then we have the
cocksuckers. Oh, the cocksuckers. Those are different. Some of them claim
to be straight, but can't have enough dick. They beg for it as if their
life depended on it. It takes a while to find guys with potential to be
good cocksuckers and I honestly think you tick all the boxes. Don't take me
wrong, this ain't an offense, this is actually one of the greatest
compliments I could say to you. Seriously, after seeing you sucking all
those dicks, after having you sucking me, I know for sure that you're a
natural. Just let go of the labels and prejudice, ok? Don't think that
being a cocksucker is bad. You should embrace the idea coz that's who you
are. You were born to make other guys cum and that's something
special. That's a gift. Guys like me need you. You should feel happy coz
you're needed. Think about how sad it is to come to this world and not
being needed for anything" Adam was talking a lot and his words were having
an impact over me. Maybe that happened because of my horniness allied to
the how much I trusted Adam.

During the whole time I had my head perfectly still over his abs, moving up
and down with every breath he took. I saw with close attention his dick
getting harder after each word he spoke out. Adam moved his hand over me
and reached his cock. He grabbed it over the thin fabric of his underwear
and I was again impressed by its length. I've sucked this before, but I
couldn't help but think about what I had inside of my mouth.

"So, why don't you tell me about how much you like dick?" he asked in a
demanding tone that sounded differently from the way he talked to me
before.

I was thinking of the things he told me. He said I should embrace the idea
I was a natural cocksucker but who is the man who would do that? I knew by
then that I was a cocksucker (there was no denying about it), but assuming
it was something else.

"I don't know. I... I like pussies..."

"Ok. I know that you like pussies, but I'm not asking that" he still
sounded a bit more impatient. "Forget about pussy, we talk about it later,
I promise. Focus now on dicks, ok? I'm pretty sure you're a lot more
intimate with dicks than pussies anyway. So, tell me, what do you like
about a dick? Or just tell me what you like about my dick. Mine is way
better than the others you had so far, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think so"

"You think so? You kidding me?" he asked surprised. He let go of his pole
and raised his butt from the mattress slightly. "Lower my boxers and have
another look. You must have forgotten how it looks like"

As if this was the most natural thing in the world, I just slid my fingers
into the waistband of his boxers and lowered it down to his knees. Adam
moved his legs up and down and soon his undies were hitting the floor
leaving his lower body completely exposed. Maybe because I've been
undressing my male flatmates for a few months, I got really used to that.

Now I had Adam's dick right in front of me, hard and uncovered. I've seen
it before, but it still mesmerized me.

"Just pretend you're a little boy who got the toy of your dreams for
Christmas and play with it. We can even play a little game" I was afraid of
all the games they had for me, but Brian wasn't around and I trusted
Adam. "All you have to do is to make me cum. You've done it before and you
gotta lot of experience, so you can do that, can't you? Do that before I
feel annoyed and I'll introduce your cute face to a few pussies I know"

"What you mean?" I asked still facing his dick, but interested in what he
had to say about those pussies. "You mean real pussies?"

"Course I mean real pussies, dumbass. You'll got a lot of pussies to lick,
I promise. All you have to do is to make me cum"

Man, I suddenly got the present of my dreams and it was his dick. I held it
with my right hand and quickly found a new position that would make my job
easier. I kneeled between his legs over the mattress, from where I could
see Adam bitting his lower lip.

"Will you make me cum, dude?"

"Will you find me pussies if I do?" I ask just to make sure he'd keep his
word.

"I said I will, didn't I?"

"So you will cum, I promise you that" I said out of the idea that I've made
so many guys cum so far, Adam included, that it couldn't be that hard.

"Nice. So I'll be even nicer with you and I'll help you to get me
off. Trust me, this won't be easy, I've seen this before. I won't force you
to do anything, I'll just tell you what you can use to make me cum before I
feel tired and go away. First, remember everything I told you about a good
blowjob and do everything I said. Second, I like my cocksuckers to be more
talkative. You're too quiet. If you don't start talking I'm not feeding you
my cum. Third, I like to talk dirty, but I won't if you don't allow
me. Fourth, I like to be rough but again, I won't if you don't say I
can. Fifth, keep in your mind that everything that happens here will change
our relationship for good, whether we like it or not. So the question is:
how far are you willing to go to lick some nice pussies?"

"Pussies in the plural?" I was in heaven.

"Oh yeah"

I think I'd do anything for that. I was already picturing myself licking
and fucking pussies like those I used to watch in the films. I thought that
if I were to find chicks, I'd be spending more time with Adam and
consequently I'd be far away from Brian, Alex and Kurt. My life would
finally change. I wouldn't let this chance go.

"Ready?" he asked, as if a referee before a match.

My answer was my hand pumping his dick up and down as I looked Adam in the
eyes. "Ok" he said "but I won't be saying anything anymore. Remember
everything I told you and choose to use it or not to your advantage. Make
me cum and you win. If my cock gets soft, it means I'm not into this
anymore and you lose. Now it's up to you"

The first thing that occurred to me was that I could make this happen if I
sucked him like I've sucked before. I opened my mouth and put his dick head
over my tongue and closed my lips around the shaft. His dick was very
clean, it didn't taste anything in particular, but I still liked it. My
eyes travelled across his torso and stopped when I looked into his
eyes. His expression wasn't not even close to the face guys usually do when
receiving a blowjob. It was as if I wasn't even there. He put his hands
behind his head and kept his eyes on me. Suddenly I felt very
embarrassed. What was I doing? I thought that maybe I could just let go of
his dick and forget about the pussies altogether but Adam made it clear
that everything that happened there would change our relationship for
good. I knew one thing for sure: leaving him with a hardon after having it
in my mouth would piss him off immensely. I've heard him swearing at so
many chicks who did this to him and he made sure he never talked to any of
them again. Doing this to him was probably worse than hitting him on the
face, or that's how it sounded. Adam would eventually talk to those who
once fought him, but not a single word would be wasted with those chicks.

After one minute or so, I realized I haven't even started the blowjob
yet. I tried to put my thoughts in order and remember all the things he
told me. At this instant, I realized I couldn't deepthroat so I had to make
him cum without that. I also knew I'd have to retrieve every now and then
to rest but I was still confident that I could make him cum. After all,
who's the guy who doesn't cum after a slow blowjob? I thought everybody
did. I thought I gave good head. I started to think I was wrong.

As I took my time, I noticed that sometimes his dick would start to lose
its stiffness, so I rushed to suck faster and stronger to have it hard
again. I looked at my watch and was shocked for knowing I've been there
between his legs for only fifteen minutes. My legs were already aching, my
back was killing me, my jaws couldn't take it much longer and Adam made it
clear he could go on like this for hours. I had to change my strategy. I
had to start doing what he asked me to or this wouldn't end.

I took his dick out of my mouth and heard Adam sighing as if losing his
patience. But then I surprised him when I broke the silence:

"Your dick is so big" I said trying to sound impressed but also a bit
slutty like the actresses from the porn films I've watched.

"I know" he said not very happy. I wasn't doing it right, so what could I
do?

"This is so good. Your prefuck tastes awesome" I continued with my slutty
voice.

"Yeah. I've heard that"

I quickly understood that Adam was trying to help me. The point is that
he's been sucked by a thousand people, so it would be much harder to
impress him than just saying stuff that would only impress young guys
having their first head. If I didn't lose my inhibitions I'd lose this game
very soon. I remembered the porn I watched, the dicks I sucked, the things
I heard from my flatmates and all instructions Adam gave me.

I grabbed his dick and slapped my face with it. I rubbed my entire face
with his shaft, I wanted to smell like cock.

"I love the way your dick smells, I want to feel it all over my body"

"Oh, do you?'

I should be doing something right now. A question was a good sign, he was
curious, this was good.

"Oh, fuck yeah" and then I hit my face with his dick. It was fast and
painless, but enough to make his dick twitch in my hand. That was another
great sign. So I hit my face harder and another twitch. I thought I could
go much harder and so I did. I slapped my face with his shaft so many times
it should be getting red by the time I stopped. Adam grinned a little bit
and when I thought I was getting him in the mood he suddenly lost the
interest. I had to find something else to do, something that could get him
going. I looked at his cock again and realized I needed to challenge my
limits. I put it in my mouth and found the exact spot it touched my
throat. I held his dick on that spot and withdrew.

"This is my limit" I showed him my hand on his dick. Then I moved my hand a
little bit further towards his balls, maybe half an inch. "Next time I talk
to you, I'll have reached this far"

"Ok" he said quite enthusiastically. This should be new: I'd fuck my throat
with his dick. I was just afraid I wouldn't be able to, but I had to give
it a try. I wanted Adam to think I was doing this because of the promise he
made to me, but I knew that all I really wanted was to please him. The
first time I had his dick crossing the point I'd estimated before, I didn't
gag whatsoever. I think I had more room in my mouth than I realized. So, I
was pleased when I felt I could go a bit further than before and had my
lips touching my hand that was still holding his cock. I didn't try to go
even further down because I wasn't prepared for that. I heard a sigh of
pleasure this time and I felt very proud of myself, my own dick responded
to that. I retrieved and looked at Adam who seemed a bit happier now.

"That wasn't so hard" he said. He obviously meant I was afraid of something
I haven't even tried properly before.

My hand slid another inch down towards his balls. I should have other four
or five inches to go, but I was sure I could do that. "I'm coming here now"

"Ok. Once you get there, try to stay for a few seconds so you get used to
it" he instructed, and I thought it was very nice of him to help me to do
this right. I didn't think he was instructing me just because he wanted to
get off. Maybe I just had to believe I was sucking my best friend and
that's what I expected from him. Well, it made things easier for me because
that was a dick I wanted to suck.

I went down on him once again and to my amazement I still didn't gag even
when I felt his dick going past the point I had set as my limit. I stopped
there for five or ten seconds and honestly expected to hear another sigh or
any sound of approval, but nothing. Instead, I was almost sure his dick was
actually softening. I couldn't understand what was happening. I quickly
decided to go all the way down as if my life depended on that. As his dick
was already getting inside my throat, it was easier than I thought to have
it balls deep in my mouth. That's when I finally heard that sigh that made
me sure I was doing things right. However, by this point I needed to
breathe so I had to withdraw.

I looked at him, in hopes I'd find him smiling and satisfied. Fuck, he had
a sort of Mona Lisa expression that didn't say anything. I felt lost. Brian
would throw a party if I deepthroated him like that. Why was Adam so hard
to please? I made sure next time I went down I'd stay there a few seconds
and so I did. It sounds crazy but when we put ourselves into something and
we're decided to do whatever it takes to achieve a result, the impossible
becomes doable. And that's how I felt his balls touching my chin for the
second time.

After a few seconds I decided to look at him again, but then I remembered
what he said about not taking his cock out of my mouth. So I let the head
inside. I could still look at his face and saw a little smile this time
that made me a bit comfortable despite the weirdness of the situation.

"You ready to start?" he asked.

Gosh, in his head everything I've done so far meant absolutely nothing. I
quickly took a look at the clock and was worried because it's been more
than thirty minutes. I knew I had to make him hornier, I had to do more
mainly because I wouldn't be able to deepthroat him for two hours. That was
impossible for someone quite inexperienced like me.

I held his cock with my hand and took his dick out of my mouth.

"I'll fuck my throat with your dick... sir" I don't know where this `sir'
came from, but it sounded natural. He raised one eyebrow and I took it as a
good sign.

"Oh, that's knew, Chad" he said my name, making sure to say it slowly so I
could hear it well. "Well, if I've become your `sir', what have you
become?"

I knew what he wanted. I still remembered he said that everything that
happened there would change our relationship for good. Probably he felt he
couldn't forget stuff I did to him and act as if nothing ever happened. It
was risky to go on like this but it'd be worse to just give up and go
away. I accepted the challenge so I'd go to the end and then deal with the
consequences later.

"I'm your bitch, sir" I couldn't believe I said that. My hand still
stroking his dick slowly, I remembered all the times Brian called me
`bitch' and all the times it made me angry.

"Nah. You're someone else's bitch already. I want something new"

I thought for a few seconds, never losing eye contact. "I'm your whore,
sir"

"I don't think you're my whore. You pay whores to have sex and I'm not
paying you anything" Adam wanted to drag me down, to the limit of my
self-respect and then move me even lower.

That's when I said something lower. I thought of a person who accepts to be
used by another one and who wouldn't receive anything for that. "I'm your
slave, sir"

"Do you even know what that means?" he asked calmly but with a lot of
determination. "Slaves do whatever we want, right? They don't have any
choice but do what their owners and masters say. That's what you mean?"

I knew what being a slave should mean, but I thought Adam was my friend so
what harm could it bring me to say I was his slave? So I said it again, I
fully accepted what he wanted from me. "I know. But I want to be your
slave, to do whatever you want"

"Ok" he repeated this `ok' again, trying to sound not so impressed. "I want
to cum. I know I've said this before, but now everything is different. Now
I'm not suggesting I won't cum in case you can't get me off. I'm saying
very clearly that I will cum. I know what I can do to cum, so I'm taking
control of the situation now, slave. You don't say a word till I'm done
with you, got that?"

I swallowed hard. That was way more than I expected. He surely saw
desperation in my eyes and asked me, "are you sure you want to do this? I
won't ask it again"

I wasn't sure of anything, but I couldn't let him down. "Yes. I am, sir"

"Ok. Since you're my slave now, I shouldn't worry about warning you `bout
my plans at all, but I know you're new to this so I'm gonna say what I'm
gonna do with you before I do, so you won't be surprised. Remember, I'm not
asking you if you want this or that. I'm just telling you coz I'm being
nice to you. So first of all. I'm going to fuck your face very rough. I
don't know if you know how it works but I'll explain it to you. I will take
your head with my both hands and I'll force my dick into your mouth till my
balls hit your chin. I'll do that very fast. Sometimes I'll stop and hold
your head still for a while with my dick all the way into your
throat. You'll feel like breathing but you won't be able to. You don't need
to panic coz I know when you gotta breathe and I'll let you out before you
pass out. So you gotta trust me, ok? As a slave you gotta trust me more
than anything coz I own you. By the way, don't worry if you think you can't
deeptrhoat me, coz you can. You've done this already. So relax and let me
enjoy this. If you don't like this, still relax anyway. The two of us are
worried about my pleasure alone, right? So think that your discomfort has a
good purpose and deal with it. Can you do that for me?"

I was lost in my thoughts, I tried to see what was about to happen, I
didn't know what to say so I just nodded my head in a silent agreement that
sealed our slave and master relationship.

He stood up and put me in an awkward position on the bed. My back was
laying on the bed while my head dangled from the edge towards the floor. He
said this position was a good one for a nice and rough throat fucking.

He put his dick on my lips and penetrated my mouth slowly at first. When it
touched the back of my mouth I felt a terrible urge to gag and
breathe. Adam stopped, but he didn't take his dick from me, he just
retrieved it a little bit. "Easy, easy" he said as probably he'd say to one
of his horses in his ranch. "Cocksuckers don't have a gag reflex and you're
a cocksucker, right? So make sure you're a good one and do this right. I'm
coming in whether you're ready or not. Just breathe when I'm not deep
inside and you'll be fine"

He moved in again and this time it went all the way. I had my lungs full of
air so I didn't panic for the first ten or so seconds. Adam should be
really experienced coz he knew exactly when I was about to gag and
retrieved. He should've been watching my chest going up and down as I
breathed and as soon as it was full again, his cock crossed my tonsils and
landed deep inside my throat. The next thrust it felt the same till he
assumed a steady pace. As I was getting used to that his thrusts gained
speed and now it was me who adjusted my breathing to his thrusting. I had
to breathe much faster so I could inhale oxygen every time I didn't have
his balls covering my nostrils. A few more thrusts and I realized I could
go a few thrusts without breathing and Adam noticed that, so he moved even
faster only stopping once every ten seconds to give me a second or so to
breathe.

"Such a good cocksucker you're becoming. D'you think this is something
everyone can do? It's not" Adam said as sucked air through his lips and
sighed in ecstasy. "Usually I'm not wrong when I see guys I think to be
good cocksuckers and I gotta be honest with you. Since the first day I met
you I knew you were a good cocksucker. I think any alpha male would. Brian
did, right?"

I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even mumble words afraid it would
trigger my gagging reflex. But I was startled to know Adam thought I was a
cocksucker way before meeting Brian. Why would he think that? I never
showed interest in men whatsoever. What signs did I show that made them
think that of me?

"Gimme your hand" he reached for it and put it over my throat. Gosh, I
could feel his cock inside of me through my skin. That was weird! But he
had a different opinion. "That's awesome, isn't it? It proves you're an A
class cocksucker. Just keep your hand there and make it tighter for my
dick"

And just like this we went on for a few minutes. I lost track of time. All
I could see was a glimpse of my room, turned upside down, and his strong
legs and balls moving back and fro. At a certain point, everything became
quite automatic and I finally understood what it meant to be used for
someone else's pleasure. But Adam wasn't the kind of person who would let
me forget about what being used meant. He wanted me to be more active.

"Ok, you got how it works. Now move to your knees and do it yourself" he
demanded. I looked at him, trying to understand why he wanted me to do that
as I thought he was getting off by just using me. He saw the questioning
look in my eyes and laughed quietly as if my doubt was funny. I understood
it wasn't doubt, but misunderstanding. I didn't get exactly what he meant
when he said he could take hours to cum when too horny, I didn't understand
what he meant when he said I needed to do much more if I wanted him to cum.

"I told you I'm not into vanilla sex, dirty cocksucker. This is becoming
boring already. Just try harder and be more creative if you do want to
finish this coz I can go on like this for hours without feeding you my cum"

I got on my knees and put his dick back in my mouth. I quickly noticed it
was way harder to deepthroat in this position. So I struggled again just
when I thought I've been over this stage.

"All the way, all the way" he said as I tried to be more cooperative but
still I let about two inches out of my mouth. I needed more time to adjust
to that but Adam wouldn't give me time if I didn't offer him anything in
exchange. That's when I decided to go even lower and suggested something I
could never imagine I would. I remember his words when he confessed he had
noticed my ass before, it was an eye-catching ass. That's what I could give
him in exchange for more time and have him entertained while I got used to
his dick.

I took his hands that were on his hips and brought them all the way to my
ass. I think Adam didn't understand what I wanted at first but he let his
hands be guided by mine. When I had his both hands holding my ass, I closed
my hands over his and felt his strong hands having a good grip of my
butt. Adam was bending over me, his abs again close to my head. I left his
hands there and went back to my task. He didn't let go of my ass, as I
expected, but he didn't only squeezed it, he started slapping them
repeatedly as I tried to deepthroat his dick. It wasn't easy to focus when
I had his hands slapping me harder and harder. Eventually he went back to
squeezing and I finally got his dick back in my throat.

"I heard you're learning how to take fingers in your ass, is that true?"

Of course it was true, and obviously he knew that just as he knew
everything else that happened that day. I wished I could say otherwise but
there was no point in denying a fact so I just uttered a `U-hm'.

"I wanna feel it" he offered me a finger. "Here, make this wet"

He offered me a middle finger, he wanted the biggest one. I was panicking,
I didn't think about having Adam doing that to me, all I wanted was his
hands on my ass. "Quick" he ordered. I let go of his cock hesitantly but
ended up doing as he requested. His finger was dry and it tasted salty,
contrasting to his already slimed dick. He drove my head back to the base
of his dick with his left hand as his right one drove all the way down to
my ass. His fingers touched my hole and I could feel my saliva wetting my
skin. He pressed my hole and without further notice he inserted it all in a
single thrust inside of me. I jumped as I didn't expect him to be so fast,
but he held me still, his dick still balls deep inside of my mouth.

"Easy, easy" and I felt like one of his animals again. "Let me make your
cunt loose so you can enjoy this better"

Adam wasn't impatient like Brian, so he took his time with just one finger
in my ass. As he said, he did make this much better for me after a while. I
think I was indeed getting loose. I moaned a little bit and he decided I
was ready for more. He offered me his index finger to suck and I made sure
I made it very wet for him. He didn't wait to have two fingers now in my
ass. I still felt the shock of the penetration but it wasn't as bad as the
first time. But the worse of it all, as I thought at that moment is that I
liked that a lot. I'm not saying I just enjoyed the sensation, I fucking
loved it.

I think it's hard to describe anal pleasure, mainly when it's not
necessarily related to the prostate. Also, this kind of pleasure is very
personal and do vary from person to person. Before meeting Brian, I'd
watched porn portraying anal sex with chicks, and I've read about it. There
were forums where people (men and women) would talk about it, and I read
all the comments. I was curious about it, not because I wanted someone
penetrating me, but because I wanted to penetrate someone (a chick if you
were to ask me). Anyway, I always felt like sex is about two or more people
getting equally satisfied so I thought I had to learn about it the best I
could before trying it, otherwise I'd be selfish with my partner. From 90%
of the comments, this would hurt in the beginning, but then you'd get used
to it and if you relaxed you could really enjoy. Men in general sounded
more enthusiast than women, but a few would also say the same: the key is
relaxing. On the other hand, I've seen a few people saying that they only
felt pain and would never try this again, and a fewer saying this was the
best sex they've ever tried and couldn't have enough. These anal addicts
didn't feel the pain, they'd say that it was just as if their assholes were
made for sex.

I still remember that when I read that I thought it'd be like winning the
lottery to find a chick who could feel like that so I could fuck her in the
ass and the both of us would enjoy the sex in the same proportion (maybe
she'd enjoy even more than me from what I read). I've talked about it with
a couple of friends and, although inexperienced, they were adamant to say
that I'd never find someone like that, it was internet bullshit. Time
passed by and they never changed their mind, on the contrary, they said
anal sex was only for porn actors. I lost my hope after all they said and
never thought of it again. Well, I only thought that `anal pleasure is a
lie only seen in porn'. It's funny how life plays tricks on us. I read many
other stories about anal sex, nothing serious just curiosity, and when I
felt like no one in the world could feel pleasure without the pain, well, I
did. And it wasn't necessarily related to the prostate as I said, it was
the friction in the anus, something going in and out, something that was
part of my physiology. And when Adam was finger fucking me, I could feel it
like I couldn't have when I did that myself in the bathroom. Adam was
really an expert and he knew exactly what to do as if he had a map of my
body. However, I didn't want to demonstrate that, I didn't want him to
think I was a slut with a horny plug in the butt. So I managed to suppress
all my moans the best I could. I decided to be silent so I wouldn't reveal
myself.

"As I told you" he said after a long period of silence, "I like it when
sluts are more responsive. They moan, groan, talk dirty, but you're too
quiet" At this point, I didn't understand what he wanted because how could
I be talkative when I had a whole dick to swallow? Well, now I think it is
possible to do that but, again, I was quite inexperienced. I was confused
and Adam let go of my ass. "Let's focus on your lips now coz your ass isn't
fun anymore. I mean, it's not bringing me any pleasure" he stressed the
`me' because he wanted me to know I was the only one feeling something when
he finger fucked me.

I felt a bit disappointed at first but I was suddenly worried when I looked
and saw Adam staring at me. He had his whole attention back to my face and
I didn't know what else to do to please him. He said he wanted me to be
more talkative, but still, how could I when I had my mouth full? So I
decided to ask him because if there was something he wanted from me, I'd
like to know it.

"How can I talk when I'm sucking you?" I asked quickly before swallowing
his dick again.

"Well, you can't" he answered. "When my dick is in your mouth, you can't"
and he stressed the word `mouth' now. He was definitely trying to tell me
something but I wasn't getting it.

`Fuck!' I thought, my eyes suddenly widely opened as I had something like a
revelation.

"Not this" I protested, pulling off his dick from my mouth.

"Not what? I didn't say anything" he said with that wicked grin upon his
face.

Indeed he didn't say anything but he implied. He wanted me to be talkative
and for that I couldn't have his dick in my mouth. In my head, it meant he
wanted me to use something else to please him while my mouth was free to
talk. For some reason, I didn't think about handjobs, I thought about me
riding his cock. I was almost convinced I liked fingers down there and I'd
probably even try that myself later, but a dick was completely different.

"But I'll tell you this" he continued, "if you couldn't make me cum after
all of this, you can be sure your throat won't finish the job. Do you want
to go on like this forever?"

I couldn't not even if I wanted it. My throat was sore already from all the
times his dick fucked it time and time again. I felt I was running out of
options, I had only one last thing to do.

As a master, he could have been more assertive in his request, but he
didn't. He wanted me to ask, he wanted me to think about the possibility.

"It's gonna hurt" and with that I was giving in. I knew that maybe it
wouldn't hurt, maybe I'd like that more than him, but at that moment,
knowing that I could really like it was scarier than thinking I'd hate
it. I was horny, I wanted to cum and I was worried I wouldn't be able to
pretend and make him believe I didn't want to be penetrated. I wasn't gay,
couldn't be, or so I thought.

"Yeah, everyone says that it does in the beginning but then it's pure joy"
he smiled. "I'm good at it, that I can tell. I bet you liked the way I used
my fingers in you. I promise that my dick will make that even better"

What Adam didn't understand is that feeling good was exactly the reason of
my fear. But then I realized that I should give it a try, I could fake it,
it couldn't be that good. I've heard for so many years that anal pleasure
was a lie, I believed in that. I just had one condition, or better saying,
one thing I did need to ask:

"Please, don't tell it to the guys"

"Course not. And not because you're asking, but b'coz I don't wanna have
other dicks up there. Well, at least till I'm done with you. But there's
one thing, I don't like lies. We can omit the fact that you're being fucked
but I don't want you to lie. If you're asked about it you say the
truth. Got it?"

"What should I say?" I didn't know what he meant by being asked. Why would
they ask me anything? Besides, what could they ask me?

"Well, if asked, you say the truth. You say you're a bitch, slut, another
dude's slave, you love cum, you don't like sucking dicks but you're a good
cocksucker and you take it in the ass" and as if almost forgetting
something he added "oh, and then you say you're straight" he giggled a
little bit. "By the way, I don't want you lying to anyone, so don't be shy
when saying that even to strangers. Ok? They'd think you're joking anyway"

The last part of his request made me laugh nervously because I was the one
who thought he was joking. Wasn't he?

"Ok" he continued, "I'll fuck you now. I won't say anything to you coz I
want this to be more like a surprise. For the both of us..."

"D'you have condoms?"

"I do, but I ain't using it with you. You're a virgin, right?" he asked but
didn't let me answer. He moved away to his room and was quickly back with a
tube of lube in his hand.

"I am, but you..." I wanted to say he had fucked half of the campus, women
and men.

"I'm clean. Just tested. I only go bare with virgins and I'm always aware
of the sluts I fuck. But you're right to ask. I wanna be the only one
fucking you bare. Got it?"

He should be kidding now. I didn't want anyone else to fuck me, bare or
not.

"Cherry popping position is you on your back while I get my dick inside you
while I watch your eyes. Move to the bed and put your legs on my shoulders"

"What about doggie style? I always thought it was less painful..." I
suggested. Well, I wasn't exactly thinking about the pain. I just didn't
want him to watch my eyes. What if I liked that and he saw my reaction?

"I like the way you thinking. You changed from asking not to be fucked to
ask to be fucked like a dog. Well, I'll make sure to fuck you from the
back, but first let's do as I say. On your back now"

I slowly moved toward the bed. My dick would be hard if not for the cage, I
just don't know what was exciting me. Was it the situation, Adam, anal sex?
I didn't know. As soon as I got myself on the bed, Adam came to me, put my
legs on his shoulders and got a lot of lube in my ass. I tried to see what
he was doing, but I couldn't.

"Lots of lube to make it easier for you. I don't need to worry about you
since you're my slave, right?" he asked me, maybe trying to make me regret
the deal I made with him. "But I want you to like this so I'll take it easy
at first"

I don't know how much lube he spread over his shaft, but I bet it was a
lot. Then I felt the tip of his dick touching my hole. Only that was
already enough to make me shiver. He saw me and I closed my eyes.

"I want your eyes open, you looking at me. If you close them again I'll
slap your face"

How could I disobey him after that? I opened my eyes and stared at him. My
fear was becoming much bigger now we were looking at each other. I wouldn't
be able to pretend anything. `What if I like this? What if...?'

That's when it happened. His dick head slid into me and I didn't feel the
pain I thought I would. Well, I felt like invaded, but no urge to yell and
beg him to take it out. I wanted this to hurt like hell, and I didn't feel
anything. The summary of the situation is that the more I needed to feel
the pain, the more pleasure I had instead. As I felt him sliding his cock
inside me, I knew straightaway that there was no way I'd be able to pretend
it wasn't good. My dick was twitching, throbbing and the fuck hadn't even
started. My eyes were closing, I couldn't close my eyes but it wasn't
involuntary like when you feel something so good you close your eyes and
smile to show your gratitude. That's when the unthinkable happened. It was
like I couldn't hear or see anything anymore. The time stopped and I
mumbled `fuck'. Streams of cum started flooding from my dick but that
wasn't a normal orgasm. It lasted longer, and when I reopened my eyes I was
still curling the fingers of my feet, waiting for a new orgasm that I knew
was coming.

I think even Adam forgot about slapping my face because when I opened my
eyes he was looking at my cum on my belly.

"THIS..." he started in disbelief but incredibly excited, "I've never
seen". He sounded so happy that I could understand why he would take so
long to cum. He's had so much sex it was hard to have any new
experience. It was a tedious routine and I was offering for the first time
something new to him. My deepthroating was nothing compared to this. He
slowly took his dick out of my hole just to shove it in again. I took a
deep breath and moaned so loud I almost coughed. My hole was extremely
sensitive. Everything there was making me hot, I just couldn't say what
exactly.

Another back and forth move and I said a `fuck' and Adam was smiling.

"Seriously?" he asked out of the blue. "No pain at all? It doesn't hurt?"

"No... Fuck, it doesn't" I couldn't lie. He would see it straightaway.

"Chad, you're amazing. I can't even say you're a natural coz even natural
bottoms have a hard time at first. I mean, this is incredible. I wanna fuck
you so bad right now. Your balls will be dry after this"

Adam started fucking me as if he meant it. He was fast and rough but I
didn't care. Actually I wanted more. A few minutes ago, he said I was too
quiet but now I couldn't shut up. I moaned like a bitch when I didn't want
to be called a bitch. I didn't want to be a bitch but at that moment I was
the bitchest of all. My dick was soft in its cage but I was coming again
after a few minutes.

"Fuck, d'you think you can cum again?" he asked, still fucking me hard.

"I think... so... yeah... I will" I knew I would. I had another load of cum
about to explode.

"Dude, this is really amazing. I can't hold myself. I'm coming... fuck"

And he came. I saw it in his face, in the way he looked up and then closed
his eyes tightly. It was a long orgasm. His dick throbbed inside of me, his
body was shaking and he opened his eyes.

"I wanna make a deal with you" he said. His dick still inside of me was
driving me crazy, I think that's why he left it there. "If you let me fuck
you three more times this week, I swear I'll make Brian take you out of
this cage"

"Ok"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

He smiled again and got his dick out of me. I could feel his cum being
dragged out of me along with his shaft. As he did that, I didn't feel like
I could cum again, but I was still in heaven even without coming for a
third time.

"You got cum coming out of your hole. Scoop it and eat it"

I was still feeling numb from everything I had just felt, and couldn't
think properly about what he said so I just asked "why?"

"Coz you like cum, right? C'mon, eat it while it's still hot"

I didn't think about this being disgusting, well, later I'd consider that
disgusting, but all I wanted was to obey Adam, so I did it. When I felt my
hand was drenched in cum, I brought it to my mouth and sucked my fingers
clean.

"Now drink yours. Your body is full of cum. I bet it won't taste as good as
mine but if you like cum you must drink it all. You like cum, don't you?"

"Yeah"

I started rubbing and scooping cum from my chest with my right hand while
my left hand was still playing with my ass. One finger was almost sliding
inside of my hole when Adam stopped me with his hand holding mine.

"Hey, the only thing getting in there is my cock. Get it?"

My right hand was now in my mouth. It's funny to think about it but only
when I tasted my cum I started thinking again. The effects my prolonged
orgasm had over me were growing thinner and I suddenly realized I've done a
lot, way more than I imagined I could.

"Fuck" and I let go of my ass. "Please, don't tell any of this to Brian"

"I said I won't" Adam said now dressing his bowers again.

"And what about the pussies?" I couldn't let this go. As I recovered from
my orgasm I felt I had to prove my masculinity again. I still don't know
what was wrong with my head. I couldn't see it didn't really mattered
anymore.

"I'll call them. Don't worry coz I'm a man of my word. You'll be tired of
eating pussies. Trust me" and with that he left my room. I looked at my wet
body and there was only one thing I could say: `fuck'

- - - - - - - - -

End of part 22

Again, please send me e-mails with suggestions, support and even critics. I
might take a while to answer (or not) but don't let it demotivate
you. Without your e-mails I wouldn't feel like continue writing.

As you might have noticed, English isn't my first language, but I'll do my
best to keep writing and sharing my stories with you. I'll keep posting
this and new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There's nothing
more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. So
please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing.

From Australia to the world.

I have also posted the following story at Nifty:

/gay/college/ranchs-bitch/ (complete)

/gay/college/from-straight-to-bitch-club (ongoing)