Date: Thu, 5 May 2016 17:24:03 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Made to sub for foreign students 4

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At the end of the day I sat at the table waiting for either of the two boys
to come home.  I had several bags of jockstrap and collars.  And I had
gotten additional stuff.

I learned from the salesperson that a 'bottom' and especially a 'sub'
(terms I had seen on the internet when I searched for leather collars and
jockstraps the night before), terms that were weird for me but which I
guess I now was for these boys, usually wears a leather wristband on his
right wrist to signal his position.  So I got one of those.

They had different harnesses that would cross my hairy chest and I got some
of those.  I even got one harness that an extra strap that went down you
stomach to a chrome ring you put around your cock.  So I got that.

The salesperson said I couldn't return any of these, and they were by no
means cheap (especially when consider how little clothing was involved) but
I had gotten so caught up in what the salesperson recommended I decided to
purchase them anyway.  If this was an elaborate joke my Terry, who did like
to jock around, then it was on me.

I spend almost the full month's rent the two boys had paid me to get
clothes that basically confirmed something I wasn't convinced I was, a
'bottom' or a 'sub'.  I didn't even know if I was actually gay.

I had planned on showing these things to Terry.  It was he who had told me
to get them.  If it was a joke, he could have his laugh and aside from my
pride and some cash it would be over.  If it wasn't a joke, then I would
finally get to see Terry in his sexy nylon neon boxer-briefs and maybe even
got to suck his Asian cock, perhaps see him naked.

My cock stated to harden as I drove home thinking about it.  OK maybe I was
at least bi.  I had been sniffing Terry's dirty underwear (which was never
dirty enough for my liking) and been jacking off every night looking at
naked and underwear clad Asian boys, thinking about Terry as well as the
boys in the pictures.

I hadn't jacked off thinking about a woman.  In fact, I was only jacking
off looking at Asian boys.  I was developing a thing for Asian boys that
went beyond Terry.  Maybe I was gay.

While I hoped Terry was home and couldn't wait to show him what I had
bought in the hopes getting to suck his cock was a real thing, I didn't
want Mohamed to see them.

I didn't want to face the Egyptian boy after what he had done to me.
Facing him with all sort of leather clothing with the common theme that it
all left my ass exposed would be asking for him to do it again.

I was prepared to get fucked again by Mohamed if it meant I got to suck
Terry's cock (an amazing twice a day he had suggested).  But if Terry
wasn't serious and Mohamad learned I had bought this gear he would think he
could fuck my ass anytime he wanted.  I knew I didn't want to give him that
licence.

I didn't know if I ever wanted to be fucked again.  It had hurt when he had
raped me.  Though, if I was being honest, I did get hard sniffing his
underwear and I did get hard licking his cock when he was done.  I even
shot a massive load just after what had been a painful humiliating
experience.

I would wait until I could get Terry alone and show him what I had bought.
If it turned out he was joking that would be the end of it.  If he was
serious then I would get to suck his cock, something I desperately wanted
to do.  Only after that would I have to figure out if I would sign on to
rest, like wearing these outfits in my own home, doing chores and
especially whether or not ever let myself again being fucked by Mohamed.

I assumed no one was home and even if they were, Mohamed always stayed in
the basement and Terry usually in his room or, if not, quietly working at
the dinning room table.  I could then peel him off to my bedroom and show
him what I had bought and find out if he had been serious, maybe even suck
him off right then and there.  I desperately wanted to see him in his
underwear and check out his cock.

When I walked into the condo, to my surprise, it was Mohamed who was
working at the dinning room table.  I hadn't seen him since he stole my
virginity.  He always stuck to the basement and I couldn't imagine he would
want to face me after what he had done.

"Are those for me," said Mohamed, flashing me a big smile.

He looks so innocent when he smiles.  It is hard to believe he had forced
himself on me and made my lick his cock afterwards.

"I went shopping for Terry," I said.  I wasn't entirely sure Terry had
discussed the 'plan' with him and if he hadn't I didn't want to open a can
of worms that I could still keep closed.

"Its for both of us.  Let's see what you got," he said, pushing out a chair
with his foot for me to sit next to him at the dinning room table.

Reluctantly, one by one, I pulled out the leather pieces and showed them to
him.  I was so regretting I had gotten carried away.  By going beyond what
I had been asked to get I was sending a signal I was into their plan and I
didn't know that I was.

"So I think most of this we won't be using right away," said Mohamed.
"Terry is kinda vanilla.  He only agreed to the jock and the collar because
I told him it would be a 'proper uniform' for our 'house boy."

'Vanilla', is that what you call someone who doesn't force themselves on
you, shoving their cock up your ass and fucking you even though you are in
pain?  I didn't say anything.

"I like these three jockstraps," said Mohamed.  "They have pouches that
unsnap.  When we are alone I will remove the pouch, not because I want to
see your cock but because I like knowing you are soft while I fuck you.  It
turns me on you aren't enjoying it."

Who was this boy?  He was so kind and sensitive when I met him.  He was
quiet and kept to himself.  I even thought he was shy.  Where did this
vicious streak come from?

"Terry will the pouch in place or one of the jockstraps that don't have a
snap-able pouch," said Mohamed.  "Neither of us want to see your old man
cock but he would probably be grossed out if he saw it.  And we both want
him part of this if only to split the rent."

I thought to myself, the only reason I am considering this is because I
want to suck Terry's cock and see him undressed as often as I can.  If
Terry wasn't part of this I wouldn't be part of this.  But against I kept
quiet.

Mohamed clearly saw himself in charge and having experienced his roughness
I didn't want to do anything to put him off, not when it actually seemed
like I was going to get to suck Terry's cock.

"So these jocks and these collars are the ones you wear when Terry is
around," said Mohamed, gathering up the rest.  "Go put one of these on.
The rest I will keep and I am sure we can find a use for them when we are
alone."

My worst fears had been realized.  By getting caught up in the moment and
buying additional gear I had signaled to Mohamed I was willing to be fucked
and used by him.

I reluctantly took the jocks and collars he had handed me into my bedroom
and put on a black leather jock with red trim and a matching black and red
leather collar.  The fact I am only in two pieces of clothing doesn't mean
I can't be fashionable.

I felt so exposed.

Mohamed has seen me in a bathrobe.  Well, he has basically seen me naked
when he had caught me jacking off and pushed the back of my bathrobe up to
fuck me.  Nevertheless, I was so nervous coming out of the bedroom wearing
only the collar and jock.

"Come he," he ordered, as I slowly emerged from the bedroom.

I walked across the kitchen, which my bedroom door opens onto, to the
dinning room where Mohamed was sitting.

I held my hands in front of the pouch of my jock.  While my cock was
covered I felt embarrassed being in the jock.  Even though I was just as
embarrassed at him seeing my hairy chest, stomach (which is not toned) and
legs.

"Turn around," he ordered.

I turned so my back, and bare ass, was facing him.

Mohamed reached out and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands.

If I felt exposed before I felt more so as he spread my cheeks and looked
at my hole.

"Terry told you I will be fucking you regularly," he said, less as a
question than as a statement.

When he didn't saw anything I realized he was waiting for an answer and
said a quiet "yes".

"Was that your first time," he asked.

I nodded, too embarrassed to answer out loud.

"You felt like a virgin, nice and tight," Mohamed said.  "But Terry said
you were gay, you had been sniffing his underwear and I caught you sniffing
mine."

I didn't know how to answer.

Mohamed didn't seem to care how I answered that one.  He finished
inspecting my hole and stood up.

"We need to christen your new outfit," said Mohamed, who undid his jeans
and pulled his big cock out, which was already hard.  "That seems the
Christian thing to do" he added with a laugh.

"I am an atheist," I said nervously.

"Figures," he answered.  "Dining room table?"

"I guess," I responded nervously, figuring he was asking me if I wanted to
be fucked bent over it.  "This is only my second time."  I then added "I
don't even know if I like it."

"That was obvious when you were crying," he retorted.  "I had my first time
when I was 10.  You will get used to it."

Had he been fucked at such a young age?  Was this part of his culture?

Suddenly I found myself not scared or resentful but accepting.  This was
something that was part of him.  Whether it was just his bizarre childhood
or something bigger, this is what he thought was normal.  That is probably
why he was so rough because showing sensitivity meant it was something more
than fucking an available hole.  It was probably why he wanted to know I
was soft.  If I was hard and enjoying it that might make it 'gay sex'.

I bent over the dinning room table, my bare ass framed by my new jockstrap,
ready to be fucked.

"This time I will use some oil," said Mohamed.

I found myself pleased he was being so generous as he walked into the
kitchen, got some vegetable oil, and put some on his cock.

I watched, bent over the table, as he applied the oil to his cock.  It was
an impressive penis.  It was proportional, with the head just slightly
bigger than the shaft, not with a huge head as I had imagined when he raped
me a few days before.

His cock glistened once the oil was applied, accentuating his golden brown
skin.  It still looked so big, sticking out of his open jeans, his blue
jockeys pushed down under his ample balls, causing them to jut forward.

This big penis was going to be shoved in my ass again.  I was going to get
fucked for the second time in my life by this university student's young
Egyptian super-sized cock.

As he positioned his cock at my hole and pushed I realized the oil didn't
make any difference in terms of the pain or the friction of his cock.  It
only made it easier for him to slide in.  But I could feel every inch of
his skin, every vein and every curved.

I imagined lube would give me a slight barrier between my hole, the lining
of my rectum and his big cock.  Though his cock was so big I would likely
always feel every inch as it slid it in.

I tried to relax as the head entered my hole and slid up my rectum until he
was buried all the way in, his balls pressing against the back of my ass.

Then he took hold of my hips and began to fuck.

I was given no time to get used to it.  I grabbed hold of the edge of the
table and held on.

There was a big foreign object up my ass.  I don't know if I would ever
come to get used to that let alone come to like it.  But the pain was much
less than the first time he had raped me.  I was now accepting that this
was going to happen frequently and while I wasn't liking it, I wasn't
hating it either.

Someone or some people had done this to Mohamed as a boy and now he was
doing it to me.  This is what he knew to do.  It was his normal, and now it
was my new normal.

Part of me wanted to please this young Middle Eastern boy who probably just
saw this as something men did.  I could think of worse things to do and I
did find him attractive.  His golden brown skin must look nice against my
while ass as he stood behind me thrusting his manhood into my ass.

Could I learn to like this?  Part of me wanted to see what we looked like,
me bent over the table in a jock and collar and him with his young brown
cock pulled out of his open jeans buried deep up my older ass.

Half way through fucking me he ripped off the cup of my jock and felt my
cock to see if I was soft.  Even though he had told me he was going to do
that it still took me by surprise.

For me it was humiliating.  I always thought my cock was average (seemed to
be in the locker room in high school) but with his big cock up my ass it
felt puny and the fact it was exposed sticking out of the front of a jock
with the codpiece removed made me feel even smaller.

He un-cupped my cock and balls, which had fit in his hand, leaving my
little soft cock and balls to sway in the air exposed under me as he
pounded my ass.

Finding me soft seemed to turn him on more and he fucked my ass harder,
really pounding it, and before long he was tensing and cumming in my ass.

As I could feel his cock spewing cum into my ass I was struck by the
position I was in.  I was wearing only a leather collar and leather jock,
with the front removed, my soft cock and balls exposed, bent over my own
dining room table, bare assed framed by a jockstrap, getting cum dumped
into me a university student.

This was my second fucking.  I was no longer a virgin.  The first time I
had thought of as rape.  This time it was as painful and rough but I had
willingly bent over my table to get fucked.  I had been fully broken in.

Both times I had been fucked was from behind (though I was less pinned this
time).  I was about to taking the second load of Mohamed's cum up my ass.
I was actually pleased at this fact.

Mohamed was gorgeous and part of me was happy I was bringing him pleasure.

Maybe I would come to like being fucked by this Middle Eastern boy with a
big cock.

I could feel Mohamed's cock pulse again and again as he continued to shoot
his load deep inside me.  I loved the idea of this.  He was shooting cum up
my ass.

In spite of the fact he had just fucked me hard and that it had hurt, I was
thrilled this boy was cumming in my ass.

I found myself squeezing my ass around his big cock, wanting to help him
force his cum up out of his balls and deep in my bowels.

As Mohamed pulled out I heard the front door open.

I scrambled to find the front of the jock so I could snap it back in place
and hide my cock from Terry.  Not that I was embarrassed at Terry seeing my
small cock, the way I had felt when Mohamed has just now felt it.  Terry
was probably the same size or smaller than me being Asian (I would
hopefully find out soon).  I just didn't want him to see my 'old man cock'
as Mohamed had called it in case he was grossed out and got turned of the
'plan' the boys had come up with.  If he did, then I would have just gotten
roughly fucked for no reason.

That and I had started to harden as Mohamed began to cum in my ass and I
was embarrassed by the fact.  It meant I had actually liked it.

Getting the front snapped back in place over my semi-hard cock, I realized
how exposed I still was.  I had covered my cock but I was still just in a
jockstrap and collar.  Even though Terry had been the one who told me to
buy this outfit I wanted to run to my room and hide.  I felt so naked, more
so since my ass was sore from having just been fucked.

My hands instinctively went to cover myself, with one covering the front of
my jock and the other trying to cover my naked upper body.

Mohamed was less shy.  He made no move to put his cock back in his pants.

I suspected he wanted Terry to see his big piece of meat.  It was
impressive and it was still hard and shiny with oil and other juices.  It
glistened in the light.  He probably also wanted Terry to know he had just
fucked me right there in the dinning room.

When Terry came into the dinning room he couldn't help but glance at
Mohamed's still exposed shiny cock, realizing to my embarrassment that I
had just been fuck by Mohamed.  Nevertheless, the conversation quickly
became about me.

"What do you think of our 'boy's' uniform," Mohamed asked, slowly putting
his cock back in his jeans and doing them up.

How am I a 'boy', I don't get that.

Terry looked me up and down, making me feel even more exposed and
vulnerable.

"That works," he said.

"He seems to like his new roll," Mohamed said.  "He not only eagerly bought
this and some other outfits we didn't ask for, he was eager to put one on
and get fucked."

While it was true I had gotten caught up buying outfits, I was hardly eager
to put one on and get fucked.  Mohamed knew this.  In fact, he had checked
to see if I was hard while he fucked me and seemed to get off on the fact I
definitely didn't like getting fucked.  It had been Mohamed who had
insisted on fucking me.

"If you are so eager to put out plan in effect, then why weren't you in my
room this morning, sucking my cock," asked Terry.

Well perhaps it is because I wasn't eager for you plan.  While I may not
want 'all' of the elements of your 'plan', I knew in my heart I did want to
suck you and I was too nervous to open your bedroom door.  What if you
hadn't been serious?  I wanted that part of the plan too much, that I would
have been heart broken if it had been just a joke to out me as 'gay'
(something I am not convinced I am).  I didn't answer.

"You can make up for it now," Terry said, turning and heading to his
bedroom.

OMG, this is real.  I am going to get to suck Terry's cock.  This I
actually was eager to do.  Maybe Terry was right.  Maybe I was gay and had
just never realized it.

End of part 4