Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2007 13:38:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Smith <enslaved2str8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred by Mark

BRED BY MARK -- CHAPTER 1

By Pete Smith


After you left early this morning, I called in sick and fell back to sleep
totally exhausted and slept until afternoon.  I woke to find my clit
piss-stiff in the silk panties you gave me to wear and the plug you pushed
into me still in place.

Man, last night you were unusually aggressive and horny -- even for you!  I
was very tired when we got into bed.  I had spent the day taking care of
the house, running your errands and preparing dinner for you.  I knew you
had worked non-stop all day and then gone home to see your wife and kids
before coming to my house.

Once or twice month you lie to your wife and tell her you have to pull an
all-nighter at work.  On those nights -- shit, all too fucking infrequent!
-- you show up at my door.  For the next 12 hours you expect me to do
everything your wife will not, starting with greeting you at the door with
a cold beer and then slowly undressing you and giving you a long, slow bath
so you can unwind from the pressures a real man like you faces everyday.
God, it feels so good to me to make you happy!

Fortunately, you rarely talk to me about your wife and kids.  You know it
drives me crazy with jealousy to hear about your real family -- the people
you come home to every night.  Sometimes -- to punish me for some perceived
indiscretion -- you like to describe to me in detail about having sex with
your real wife.  You tell me about how the night before your insatiable
cock had hardened while in bed with that bitch.  Horniness washing through
you, you would try to get your wife to go down on your thick eight-inch
cock.  The stupid bitch really wasn't that interested in giving you head,
but would lick your mushroom cockhead and thick shaft a little.  The
fucking whore knew she wasn't going to be able to get any sleep until you
had blasted at least one huge load of spooge!

You would try to pull the bitch's head down onto your incredible cock, but
the cunt would gag when your big cockhead began to penetrate her throat.
Frustrated, you would push her down on the bed.  You would work her tits
and clit until the bitch was crazy with lust and begging you to fuck her
hard.  You would hold back from giving the whore what she was crying for
until you knew she was so horny that you could fuck her so hard that your
goddamn kids would start pounding on your locked bedroom door to find out
what all the screaming was about!  (You told me that even with the TV
turned up loud, your wife's groans of pain and pleasure still carried
throughout the whole fucking house.)

God, I hate hearing about you having sex with your real wife!  It fills me
with jealousy and reminds me painfully that I can never be a real woman for
you.  I guess you know that and use it to your advantage.  Whenever I balk
at serving you however you demand, just one glance from your stern,
handsome face communicates to me that my only use to you is as a servant
and whore.  If I am unwilling to submit totally to your sexual and other
demands, I am just a faggot with no reason at all to exist.  My real
identity and purpose exist only in connection with serving you.  It has
been a sometimes painful road to this knowledge, but when I finally came to
understand that my only value in the world was in serving you without
reservation or pride, I knew I had come home to my natural place in the
universe.

Oh, god, how many times have I fantasized that one day you would start
coming home to me instead of to your real goddamn family!  I guess you use
that, too, baby?  You sense the craving in the core of my being to be
recognized as worthwhile to you.  When I satisfy you, I know I am complete.
When I fail to please you, I feel worthless and self-hating.  At those
times, your punishments, though sometimes physically painful and
psychologically humiliating, are welcome.  I know you are only training my
mind and body to submit ever more completely to your dominant, superior
personality.  Yes, Sir, I want to trained into total submission to your
wants, however sometimes seemingly twisted or cruel.  My true liberation
has come in giving up every shred of my individuality in service of your
beautiful, demanding personality.  Thank you, Sir!

Yeah, I admit I was also a little pissed off that you arrived at my house
later than you said you would, and then made me massage your feet while you
ate, drank a six-pack of beer and watched that stupid football game!  Later
when I heard you emptying your beer-filled bladder into my toilet bowl
instead of into my face as you sometimes liked to do as I kneeled before
you in my sunken tub, I found myself consumed with irrational jealousy that
my toilet was getting your hot recycled beer instead of me.  God, what a
sick fucking pervert I am to be jealous of a goddamn fucking toilet!

By the time we hit bed together about 1 a.m., I was feeling dejected and
angry.  I had served you all evening, faithfully catering to your every
whim.  You had simply accepted my service without acknowledgment, like I
fucking didn't exist as an individual!  I wanted you to treat me like a
real wife.  When a woman serves her man's needs dutifully and faithfully,
wasn't she entitled to a kind word, a touch of physical affection, maybe a
small surprise gift to show you appreciate her?  Of course, in hindsight
this desire of mine was seriously misplaced.  The idea that I was ENTITLED
to anything from you because I had faithfully served your desires is
ridiculous!

As we lay in bed with your strong, manly body pressed against my back, I
could feel your big soft cock pressing against my ass.  I was filled with
exhaustion and resentment.  I knew you were exhausted, too.  But I also
knew that your horniness ALWAYS trumped your tiredness.  Baby, sometimes it
seems like your incredible cock and balls have a fuckin' mind of their own!
Even when you are exhausted from working all day and attending to your real
wife and kids, somehow your cock never knows the meaning of tired.

I felt the first stirrings of your cock against my small body.  I knew it
wouldn't be long before your demanding tool would expand to its full thick
eight inches and be eager to get inside my tight pussy -- like a big hand
forced into a very small glove.

I tried to resist your cock's advances.  I was fucking exhausted and just
wanted to get to sleep.  As always, however, you refused to take no for an
answer when it comes to having your second wife submit to your sexual
needs.  I tried to pull away from you, but you grabbed my hair painfully
from behind with your strong hand.  I grimaced in pain and froze in place.

I felt you lean forward on the bed and whisper quietly into my ear.

"Where ya goin', bitch?"

I could smell the beer on your warm breath as it hit my face.

God, I felt so conflicted in that moment!  I was angry and exhausted, but
at the same time I knew that the truth was I could not oppose your superior
personality and will.  Still, I couldn't just let you have your way with me
like I was some goddamn piece of property you owned and could do with
whatever the fuck you wanted!

Using my hair as a handle, you began to pull me back until I was once
against pressed against your warm, strong body.

You could feel the resistance in me.

"You really still don't get it, do you, you fuckin' whore?  I could be home
right now with a real woman -- kissing her breasts and fingering her cunt.
I could push my big cock into her juicy pussy and then fuck the shit out of
her until she cried out for mercy."

Hearing you talk about your wife like that made me crazy with jealousy.  It
also made me feel like a piece of human garbage, since I knew what you were
saying was 100 percent true: you could be fucking a real woman right now if
you wanted -- whether it was your wife or some other bitch who would be
naturally drawn to your confident masculinity.

I could feel the effect your little speech was having on your cock: it was
rapidly hardening against my backside.  It felt incredibly hot and hard as
it pulsed against my defenseless ass.

"Whenever my cock wants to get inside you, you will fuckin' open up to it,
you goddamn whore!" you icily informed me.

As I felt you begin to press your massive hardon into my hole with only the
small amount of precum on your big cockhead as lubricant, I tried once
again to pull away.  You had never fucked me dry before.  You were a rough
fucker, but you knew that your thick eight inches would destroy my tight
hole unless your tool was liberally coated with lube, or at least with the
copious amounts of my spit and phlegm that would be generated from the
punishing face-fuckings you usually liked to subject me to before fucking
my pussy.

I wasn't going anywhere, however.  You saw to that.  You simply gripped my
hair so hard with your fist that I thought you were going to pull the
fucking hair out of scalp!

"Fuckin' cunt!" you grimly informed me as you held me firmly in place and
used your strong body to press your mushroom cockhead into my tight, dry
hole.

As your cock slowly pressed forward inside me, tears began streaming down
my face.  The pain was incredible.  I knew that this was what you wanted
and you would take what you wanted, whenever the pain it inflicted on me.
My mind knew it was best for me to try to open up as best I could to avoid
having my boypussy ripped to shreds by your punishingly huge and hard tool.
Unfortunately, my body was reacting automatically to the pain in my pussy
by clamping down my hole to try desperately to prevent further entry of
your relentless tool.

You stopped your insertion.  For a moment I thought you had decided to show
me some mercy and maybe call off this punishment fuck.  Even a dominant
stud like you has to draw the line somewhere, I thought comfortingly to
myself.

When you spoke, I listened with eager hope.

"Girl, this is gonna happen.  I am gonna take you dry.  It's gonna be
fuckin' painful for you.  We both know that.  The only question for you is
whether you really want me to rape you, or whether you want to open up to
me as best you can.  It's up to you."

Before my pain-racked brain had time to process what you were saying, I
felt your big tool again begin slowly moving forward inside my impossibly
stretched pussyhole.

This time, though, my body seemed to have gotten your message -- or threat
-- directly.  My hole stopped clamping down.  I felt you going slowly,
painfully deeper inside my pussy.  I sobbed quietly into the pillows as you
penetrated me, but didn't offer any further resistance to your huge cock's
demands.

The pain distorted my sense of time.  Maybe it was a few minutes later --
or maybe it was an hour later, I really don't know -- when I felt your wiry
pubes pushed against my asscheeks.

Oh, fuck yeah, you had inserted your dry, thick, eight-inch cock completely
inside my pussy.  The feeling was unreal.  My insides felt so painfully
stretched out of place, and it was like your cockhead would reach my
throat.  I had never felt so full in my life.

I continued to cry quietly into the pillows.  I groaned in pain as you just
kept your big tool buried deep inside my clenching pussy, letting me try to
get used to it.  Soon enough, though, you began slowly pulling yourself out
of my hole until only the big mushroom head of your hard tool was being
gripped by my hole.

Then, before I had time to mentally prepare, you pushed yourself all the
way back inside me.  I would have groaned loudly in pain, but your
insertion pushed the air out of my lungs.

Hearing no further objection, you assumed I was finally ready to submit to
the needs of your erection.  You quickly began fucking me.

When I regained my breath, I began crying more loudly and asking you
"Please, Sir, take it easy!"  I guess you were pissed off to hear me still
objecting at this point, even if I did so only respectfully.  Keeping your
hard cock embedded in my hole, you quickly flipped me face down onto the
mattress.  I could feel your powerful body on top of my little, pathetic
faggot frame, your cock pushed painfully all the way inside my tight hole.
Even after all I had been through so far, my mind now raced with panic.  I
felt smothered and could barely breathe with your muscular body on top of
me like that!

In that moment, I instinctively knew I had a choice to make: continue to
pretend that I had a right to refuse you whatever you wanted from me
sexually and emotionally -- or just submit totally.  Of course, there
really was no choice to make: you had long ago established that you were
the man in our relationship and that as the woman my job was simply to
submit obediently to whatever you wanted.  Each time you had roughly fucked
my face or boypussy over the months I had been privileged to know you --
whether I was initially in the mood or not -- you were training my mind and
body to submit to you.  I had learned fuck by fuck to submit to your
demands.  Occasionally you had beaten my tender ass with your thick, black
leather belt, but real physical force was rarely necessary for you to get
what you wanted from your man-woman.

Amazingly, there still seemed to be some piece of independent personality
left in me.  Truthfully, though, it only amounted to a thought or two
running through my tired little faggot brain about resisting you.  There
was never any possibility of my actually asserting my weak will against
yours.  Writing about it now, Sir, makes me realize how silly even having
the thought was!

As I lay pressed firmly into the mattress struggling to breathe with you
flat on my back, something in me let go.  It was like my mind and body
released whatever resistance to you was left.  I didn't make a conscious
decision for it to happen.  The power and force of your beautiful, superior
mind and body had simply asserted itself over me.  I don't know exactly how
it happened, but I felt myself open totally to you in that moment.  There
was no longer even the thought of resisting you and your demands.

Now I was like an extension of your own body -- not unlike your own hand
lovingly fisting your own hard cock.  Would your hand think of resisting
your mind's desire that it stroke your incredible cock until you pumped out
a huge load of your beautiful hot spooge all over yourself?  Of course not!
No more could I resist you now.  My feeble, faggot mind and body were now
enslaved to your superior, dominant mind and body.  I was now simply a tool
for you to use to get off however you chose.

"Good girl."

Somehow you sensed this change in me.  I guess you had known all along that
with just the right amount of physical and mental coercion I would
eventually surrender totally and abjectly to you.  How does a real man like
you know that?  Honestly, I don't know, Sir.  I just know it happened to me
last night.  I also know it really is none of my business.  You had been
teaching and training me over the months to surrender and submit -- to let
go of my own weak, pathetic "male" personality.  What good is a faggot in
the world but as a passive receptacle for the sexual aggression of a real
man like you?  None, Sir!  Sure, I had tried to pretend all my life that I
was a real man.  I had accomplished a lot professionally and financially.
How fucking pathetic I was!  What was always underneath all that
professional success bullshit?  The deepest imaginable craving to be
enslaved to the needs of a real man like you.  Yeah, it had taken a long
time to get here.  I experienced a lot of pain and denial in my life.  I
had tried many things -- including relationships with other gay men --
before getting to this point of truth.  Serving a real man was truly for
what I was born.  How profoundly liberating this realization is!

Now you resumed your fucking of my pussy -- first slowly and then with
increasing speed.  I cried quietly into the pillow from the intense
feelings of pain and pleasure that traveled through my body as you used me
for your own pleasure.  There was no shred of resistance left in me,
however.  I opened every part of my being to your sexual demands.

Grunting in your own pleasure, you began to pump my tight pussy harder and
harder.  My hole was lubricated only by the precum your huge cock was
leaking inside me.  Pain registered in my brain, but somehow it felt
natural.  I had no thought of trying to get it to end.  I knew my
experience was being controlled by you.  I knew that you were taking what
you wanted from me.  My weak mind and body were simply an appendage to your
powerful, dominant will.  I wanted and needed to submit to your superior
being.  For the first time in my pathetic life, I felt totally liberated
from my fears and doubts.  For the first time in my life, I felt completely
at home.  I was born to be used by you, to submit to your needs.  I was
born to learn slowly, but surely, that a man-woman's true place in life was
under a real man like you.  In that moment, I thanked God I had finally
found my true place!

You roughly fucked me for a long time, alternating between fast and slow
strokes; sometimes just burying your long, thick tool so amazingly deep
inside my painfully stretched pussy.

At some point, I noticed there were loud groans of pleasure and pain in the
bedroom.  It took me a few moments to realize that the sounds were coming
from me!  The experience was deeply surreal.  It was like I was separated
from my own weak, pathetic body.  My otherwise useless faggot body was
being used roughly by someone.  My body did not resist; instead it simply
submitted.  The intense sensations my body was experiencing were expressed
in the sounds I was hearing.  I listened to the sounds like an independent
observer of some ritual humiliation being brutally inflicted on someone
else.  The emotions were too raw and intense to be present to and I was
outside myself.

I had lost track of time until I felt you start violently long-dicking my
rudely opened pussy.  This new level of intense pain brought me back inside
my own body.  Now I knew the groans of pain and pleasure were truly my own.
I lifted my head from the pillow in instinctive protest, but you
immediately used one of your powerful hands to push my face forcibly back
into the pillow.  You continued to fuck me violently while your strong hand
firmly held my face deep into the pillow.  I could not breathe, but did not
try resisting you.  I knew this was how you wanted it to be: you were
controlling my very life, while your demanding manhood violently took my
pussy.

Just as I started to pass out from lack of oxygen, you released my head and
buried your thick, eight-inch cock all the way inside me.  As I gasped for
breath, I felt your amazing tool throbbing incredibly deep inside my
womanly body and knew that you were cumming inside.  This time I recognized
groans coming from both of us as you bred my painfully stretched hole with
your straight babymakers.  I dimly realized that my own faggot clit was
unloading its snot as it was pressed deeply into the mattress.

After you finished cumming, you stayed on top of me, using me as a human
pillow.  I woke periodically during the night to find your huge cock again
hard and beginning to roughly fuck my painfully stretched and cum-filled
pussy.  I'm not sure, but I think you dumped three or four loads inside my
hole last night.

I woke early this morning to find you showered and getting dressed.  My
body was incredibly sore and I could hardly move.  I felt my pussy
throbbing from your rough fuckings and I could feel your big spooge loads
slowly leaking out onto the mattress.

I saw you pull something out of your overnight bag and then approach me on
the bed.

"I gotta get home, baby.  I told my wife that although I had to pull an
all-nighter at work, I'd be sure to get home by 7 to see the kids off to
school.  Now get face down on the bed."

For a moment, I thought you were going to put one more fuck to me before
you headed home to your wife and kids.

When I didn't immediately comply with your request, I saw anger flash
across your hard, beautiful face.

"Faggot!  I said get the fuck face down on the goddamn bed!"

This time, I quickly complied.

"If we really want to have a kid together, we need to start taking getting
you pregnant more seriously."

As you spoke, I felt you pushing something into my very sore hole.  My
pussy was very stretched and well-lubricated with your cum.  It offered no
resistance to whatever you were inserting into me.  It was big and I admit
it felt comfortable inside me.

"This plug will keep my babymakers inside you for awhile.  It will increase
the chances you'll get pregnant.  I want you to keep it inside for at least
four hours.  Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I meekly replied.

"Good girl."

You again reached into your bag and held something in front of my face.  A
pair of sheer silk panties.  "Put these on," you said, tossing the
undergarment into my face.

For some reason, I felt no anger having something thrown in my face.
Instead, with considerable difficulty, I pulled the panties on.  They were
very tight, but managed to cover my girlish butt and crotch.  The silk felt
very sexy against my skin.  My little boy clit immediately started to
harden inside the silk pouch.

You noticed my body's reaction to wearing the panties and chuckled.

"Good girl.  Now I gotta get home to my real wife and kids, faggot."