Date: Sat, 16 May 2015 21:45:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: "Steve (stimle)" <stimle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Topped Again, Part One

Topped Again, Part 1
(An authorized sequel to `A Top's Transformation')
by stimle
stimle@yahoo.com

This is fan fiction for `A Top's Transformation' and has been written with
the permission of the author. You can find his story here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-tops-transformation/ and
contact him at ryanrizzler@gmail.com.

While the events of `A Top's Transformation' are true, the events of this
story are fiction and should be considered `wishful thinking.'

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Topped Again, Part 1


The club wasn't too far from my office and since parking was a bitch Friday
nights, I decided to park in my building's lot and walk the four blocks to
the club where Mark and a group of friends were celebrating his
birthday. Mark had reserved the loft area, which overlooked the entire bar,
and I quickly found him, drink in hand, toasting with a group of his
friends.

"Hey!" he greeted me with a shout and a half hug. "I'm so glad you made it!
I wasn't sure you were coming."

"Are you kidding me? You come all the way back here from LA to celebrate
your birthday, you bet your ass I'm coming," I said, enjoying the strength
of his embrace. "Wouldn't miss it. In fact, I have no plans the entire
weekend."

I signaled to the bartender and ordered a Sprite. "Noooo... it's my
birthday," Mark said, stopping the bartender. "He'll have a Singapore
Sling!" he shouted over the noise.

"A Singapore what? What the fuck is that?" I asked.

Mark paid for the drink over my protests, and we toasted, clinking his
bottle of beer to my glass. He winked at me and his lip curled up slightly
as he watched me take a drink. Whatever was in a Singapore Sling, it was
good. A little on the sweet side but not overly so. I don't drink often -
and rarely hard alcohol - but one drink would be fine. Plus, as Mark said,
it was his birthday.

"Let me introduce you to the group," Mark said, taking my arm and leading
me to a group of over a dozen men.

I knew several of the guys, but mostly by sight only. Mark and I had mostly
traveled in different circles in college, but we had the important things
in common: namely, I liked to fuck and he liked to be fucked. Two of the
guys, however, stood out in particular: Jim and Evan. I'd never met them
but apparently they were old friends of Mark's. They were both shorter than
me; maybe 5'9 or so, just under Mark's height, but they were
built. Especially Evan. Beefy, stocky gym jocks and they looked at me with
almost worshipful gazes like wide-eyed acolytes, taking multiple
opportunities throughout the evening to compliment me on my body and ask me
about my workout routine as they felt my pecs and the muscles in my arms,
and occasionally my ass. It's a good thing I don't wear tight jeans because
I started throwing wood thinking of the fun I could have tag-teaming these
two.

Mark handed me another drink and I arched my brow as I turned it down. He
knew I wasn't a big drinker.

"Oh come on," he half-pleaded, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, his
lower lip thrust out. "It's my birthday. We're all celebrating. Fuck, I'll
spring for a cab back to your place."

My place? Hmmm. "Okay," I assented. This was shaping up better than I'd
imagined. "What the hell."

"Good, now quit being such a pussy and drink up!"

Pussy? I rolled my eyes and took another drink, giving him a friendly
bump. He looked up at me with an innocent smile on his face and clinked my
glass again.

By the time we left the bar, I'd somehow had two more Singapore Slings and
was feeling really good. Four drinks in three hours wasn't a whole lot, but
for a virtual non-drinker like me it was pushing it. Between the drinks and
Jim and Evan's constant fondling, I was a little smashed and very horny and
it was a struggle to keep my wits about me and act more sober that I felt.

Mark had been flirting heavily all night and when he suggested he crash at
my place, batting his long eyelashes at me and rubbing my pecs, I knew I'd
be getting lucky. I knew that look of his. I'd seen in plenty of times. He
wanted to be fucked. Hard. And damn if I wasn't worked up and ready to
oblige!

I finished my drink, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and said,
"Let's go." I thought my voice sounded a little slurred, but nobody seemed
to take notice.

"I'm over my limit so Jim and Evan offered to drop us off on the way back
to their hotel if you don't mind," Mark said as we walked in the brisk
night air, his hand resting on my lower back, almost possessively, just
above my ass. I didn't think twice when we stopped at his rental to
retrieve an overnight bag from the trunk because, honestly, my mind was on
Jim and Evan, thinking about how much fun it would be to have them over as
well. I almost suggested it, but tonight I wanted it to be just me and
Mark. Hell, with all the signs and clues he'd been dropping left and right,
I knew my itch was going to be scratched. I could feel my dick go erect and
throb at the thought of fucking his tight little ass. It had been a while.

Mark had his hand between my legs during the entire fifteen minute ride
from the club to my place. I could see Jim checking us out in the rear view
mirror from time to time but I didn't care because Mark thumbing my fat
prick through my worn jeans was too delicious a feeling to stop. Every now
and then he'd slide his hand up under my shirt and play with my nipples,
giving them a random tweak and pluck. I lay my head against the headrest
and let my legs fall open wider, giving him the access he wanted. He was
getting me nice and aroused, obviously knowing the reward of my cock up his
ass was only minutes away.

I must've zoned out somewhere along the way, because the next thing I knew,
my pants were undone and my fly was unzipped and Mark had my cock out,
lazily running this finger over the head which was glistening with pre-cum.

"What the fu-" I started to whisper as I sat up, tucking my dick away and
yanking my zipper back up.

"Just seeing if it's still in working order," he whispered back, a look of
wide-eyed innocence on his face as he brought his finger to his mouth and
sucked on it.  "Getting it primed for the main event."

"Oh, it's in working order and ready," I confirmed, buttoning my pants and
adjusting myself. "Don't you worry about that."

Jim pulled up to my house and I got out and walked up the front path,
slightly wavering, still buzzed from the alcohol, although I was feeling
more sober than I had fifteen minutes earlier. I looked back to see Mark
leaning into the passenger window, talking to the guys. His ass looked
amazing and I was looking forward to drilling it. As if he could feel my
gaze burning a hole in his jeans, he looked back at me over his shoulder,
the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen splayed across his face, and I
felt my cock go even harder. He straightened up, gave the guys a fist bump,
and walked over to me. He was actually licking his fucking lower lips as he
stared at my crotch.

Once inside he grabbed a couple of mini-bottles of Jack Daniels from his
bag and went to the kitchen to mix us each a Jack and Diet Coke. As he
handed me my glass, he pressed me against the refrigerator, pushed my shirt
up to my armpits and began to tongue and tease my nipples with his teeth
while he cupped by balls through my jeans, kneading and fondling them. I
hissed and thrust into his hand. "Mark," I rasped.

He looked up at me and grinned and then gave the hard nub a quick nip,
giggling as I yelped. He took a quick sip of his drink, set it down, and
then took mine, put it to my mouth and began pouring it in, his lust-filled
eyes locked on mine as I drank it, as if challenging me. It was pretty
strong and burned a bit as it went down, but I finished it all, not wanting
to dampen the mood.

He suddenly stepped back and grabbed the front of my jeans, his fingers
sliding into my underwear and into the soft hair of my pubes. He wrapped
his hand around my cock and led me up the stairs to my bedroom. Damn, the
guy wanted it bad!

Once we got to my room he let go of me and stepped back, flashing me a coy
smile.

"Oh bullshit you're shy," I laughed throatily as I reached for him. "You've
been pushing my buttons all fucking night. You're totally begging for
this."

"Well, I've been looking forward to doing this for an entire weekend for a
long time," he confessed, his eyes zeroing in on my crotch again.

"An entire weekend?" I repeated, giving my hard dick a good squeeze for
him. "Really?"

"You have a problem with that," he asked, looking up at me.

"Hell no," I said, unable to believe my good luck. "Time for you to strip
and assume the position!"

He put out his arms. "You want this prize? You gotta unwrap it."

"With pleasure," I said, as I slowly lifted his tshirt up and over his
head, my thumbs rubbing over his nipples and lingering a bit as I did. He
gasped and hunched and I swear I saw his crotch expand slightly. "You're
really asking for it now."

I tossed the shirt into the corner and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his
Levi's. As I yanked them down, I was greeted by his bulging tighty
whities. Polo Ralph Lauren. Mark and his designer labels. His erection was
obvious, pushed up and to the left in the briefs, and they were the
slightest bit translucent where the tip of his wet dick pressed against the
soft white cotton. I reached out and swiped my index finger over the head
of his leaking cock and smiled as he shivered. I brought it to his lips and
he sucked my finger. Hard.

"Nice," I said, nodding my approval. "Very nice."

Mark blushed slightly, his eye lids fluttering a bit. He looked up at
me. "I think it's only fair you get naked, too," he said. "Now strip!"

There was a slight edge to his voice that, in my tipsy condition, I found
more adorable than `dominating.' I smiled back at him. "Yes sir," I
chuckled giving him a mock salute and began to disrobe.

I was a bit unsteady as I began to undress, wobbling a little as I stripped
my shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes. I don't like the feeling of
not being 100 per cent in control, which is the main reason I don't drink,
but for some reason I decided to indulge Mark. Probably because we both
knew what was coming next. Mark had been sending signals all night long
that he wanted to be fucked. Besides, I wasn't driving -- well, except my
cock up Mark's tight ass -- so it was all good.

I was shoving my jeans down and was about to step out of them when Mark
gave me a gentle shove and I flopped down onto the bed on my back. I sat up
as he stripped my pants off. He grinned again and helped me to my feet,
only to shove me down on my knees and pull my face into his crotch. He was
still wearing his briefs and his manly scent was titillating. I inhaled
deeply and gently mouthed and nuzzled his boner through the white cotton.

"Ha," he barked out, jumping back and peeling his underwear down. He
pointed at my tented boxer briefs, "Get those off!" I climbed to my feet
and quickly complied.

The next thing I knew, we were in a 69-position on my California King bed
and he had me deep in his throat, slurping loudly. I didn't want to move
this fast so I pushed away slightly but Mark apparently had other ideas. He
turned on the bed and pulled in close to me. He was on his side, pressed
right against me, playing with my cock and sliding his fingers between my
legs, stroking my taint.

That last drink was kicking in and, while my head wasn't spinning or
anything like that, I was definitely buzzed. His fingers on me felt great
and I relaxed and let him go for it. Once I was worked up enough, though,
he was in for it.

His mouth was on my nipple again, teasing it with his teeth and pulling it
into a hard point. One hand was gripping my cock, the pad of his thumb
lazily running over the head, and the other was tugging at my nuts.

I arched my back and moaned, and as I did so, the fingers that were pulling
on my balls traveled down between my legs and began to feather over my
pursed hole.

I jumped and the fingers retreated, but then Mark suddenly got on top of
me, settling himself between my legs and, looking straight into my eyes,
bent down to kiss me.

This was interesting. Mark hungrily took possession of my mouth and I went
with it. And why not? Mark was hot and built and we both knew there were no
strings attached. Consenting adults. I opened wider to him.

We made out, tongues probing and jousting, and I felt him shift on top of
me as if reaching for something and heard a small `crack' noise, but then
his right hand was traveling down my body and between my legs. His finger
was back, playing with my ass, and in my tipsy and horny condition, I let
him in.

He was up to the second knuckle of his index finger when the next thing I
knew he had a small brown bottle next to my right nostril.

"What the..." I mumbled, taken aback. I tried to sit up and half-roll out
from under, but he moved his arm so it was pressing down on my chest. His
finger slid into my ass a bit further and he gently, but firmly, pushed me
back down on the bad.

"Do them," he said curtly, his voice suddenly no-nonsense. "Sniff." I felt
my dick twitch and I inhaled.

Oh shit. This isn't a good idea, I thought, as the first wave of the aroma
hit me. Me and poppers don't mix. Me and poppers and alcohol? Fuck, that's
a sure fire way to turn this Alpha Top into a Submissive Bottom.

As if reading my mind, Mark smiled wickedly and put the bottle to my left
nostril. He didn't have to say anything: I immediately inhaled and felt the
bottle going back to the other nostril again. And then I was gone. Flying
high.

"Oh my God," I heard myself saying over and over as Mark went to work
preparing my hole. He'd settled himself between my legs and had them spread
wide. In fact, he grabbed at them, bent my knees, and pulled me up against
him. He worked the finger in my hole around a little

"Oh... Mark...," I started, my voice low and cautious. "What are you
doing?"

He smiled at me, his eyes locked on mine again, and I could see the lust in
my eyes reflected back at me. "Nothing you don't want, man."

I swallowed hard as he put the poppers back to my nose. I inhaled. He
pressed the bottle into my hand and I reluctantly took it. "Do them when I
tell you," he said.

Fuck, I could just imagine what I must look like. I nodded. "I don't
remember you being this aggressive."

"Things change." Something in his voice made my dick pulse and he smirked
as he watched it burp a pearl of pre-cum. He bent down and licked the tip
clean. Then he turned his face, looking up at me as the stubble on his
cheek graze the sensitive flesh of my cock.

I gasped and my dick throbbed again. He reached to his nightstand and
pulled out a bottle of lube and I gasped as I felt the cool gel come in
contact with my buttocks.

"Sniff," Mark said as he inserted the full length of his index finger into
the tight heat of my body. I nodded absently and took a hit off the bottle.

I still wasn't sure about this. I mean, back in college when Dan and I had
fooled around he'd somehow become adept at getting me worked up and aroused
to such a point that I was putty in his hands. And I never saw it
coming. Never. Not that I complained about it. Far from it! But that was
ages ago and I'd long since reasserted my Alpha persona, so what the fuck
was I doing here with Mark?

I heard a chuckle and saw Mark looking at me with his head cocked to the
side.

"Earth to Jock Boy," he laughed, his face lit up with a grin, and I was I
was suddenly very aware that he had three fingers working my ass and my ass
working them back! When had that happened?

He must've read the confusion on my face because he laughed again. "Man,
I've been down here for almost five minutes and you've been just moaning
and writhing and huffing those poppers... and I only told you to sniff them
the one time. You've been on autopilot ever since!"

And before I knew it, Mark was rolling a condom onto his cock. He got onto
his knees, grabbed my legs and with no hesitation whatsoever, pushed his
way into me.

"Oh fuck!" I roared as skin met skin and he proceeded to plow my ass. This
wasn't the tentative Mark of two and a half years ago. This was Mark on a
mission.

I took another hit off the bottle of poppers and lay back, my eyes on
Mark's eyes as he thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around him and arched
my back. Fuck this felt good.

I was getting lost in the pounding, actually enjoying the feeling of being
taken and dominated like this, when I heard a noise. I looked up and past
Mark and there, standing in the doorway, were Evan and Jim. Their eyes were
wide and their mouths were open in disbelief. I felt Mark shift and watched
as he turned to look over his shoulder, a big smile spreading across his
face.

"Glad you guys could make it," he said, as he took the bottle of poppers
from me, capped it, and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Wouldn't miss it," they chimed in unison.

Evan caught the bottle in his left hand while Jim held up a second
bottle. "Mark here told us that poppers bring out your inner slut, man. Is
that true?"

I flicked my eyes up at Mark; he was grinning widely and thrust in
deeper. I gasped and made a whimpering noise as his cock grazed my nut. I
reddened.

"Don't worry," Jim said as he sat down on the bed beside me and began to
softly stroke my hair. "Mark here doesn't kiss and tell." He fumbled with
the plastic security seal on the poppers he was holding. "He wouldn't give
us any details... no matter how much we fucked and sucked him. Would he,
Evan?"

"Nope," Evan agreed, nodding, as he walked to the other side of the
bed. "He just told us we'd see for ourselves."

My gaze was going back and forth between the two of them as they spoke. I
don't know how I could've gotten it so wrong. All night I had assumed Frick
and Frack were bottoms looking for me to take them for a test drive, but
no... These two were obviously tops and fuck if Mark didn't set me up
perfectly. Set me up to take me down in my own house! I looked at him. He'd
blushed when Jim had `outed' him but now he had a smug smile on his
face. He gave me a wink.

Everything about this scene should've screamed "bad idea" but for some
reason I was turned on. The thing is, I trust Mark implicitly. We're great
friends and I know he'd never do anything to harm me, so I decided to put
that trust into action, knowing he'd have vetted these guys before he'd
give them the keys to the kingdom.

Meanwhile, my eyes had zeroed in on Evan's crotch. I'd been admiring what
he looked to be packing all night long, and now as he popped open the
buttons on his tight 501s and peeled down his scarlet red jockstrap, my
eyes practically leapt from their sockets at the sight of his cock. It
looked to be about five inches long when soft but lengthened to at least
seven as he stroked it to erection. And it was girthy.

"Oh my God," he exclaimed as shucked his pants and jock and knelt on the
bed. "Did you just fucking lick your lips?!"

My face reddened and I gulped as he gently and then more forcefully slapped
his massive dick against my cheeks. I turned by face to the left and right,
chasing it and bobbing my head for it, but he held it just out of reach. It
was fucking humiliating but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to taste it. I
needed to taste it.

He took my chin in his hand and gently thumbed my lower lip, playing with
it. Then he laid that monster cock of his across my lips and smiled as they
automatically parted for it. A bottle of poppers appeared at my nostril and
again I took a deep draw without any coaxing. As the fumes wrapped their
now-familiar tendrils around my booze-soaked brain, I felt my jaws opening
- fuck, they might've even unhinged - and his cock slid in like it belonged
there. Like it found its home. Fuck if it seemed to fit just right.

"Omigod, Mark!" he exclaimed, "you were right! He's a natural!"

A natural?! I wanted to feel ashamed and dirty. I mean, shit... here I was
naked, on my back, my legs up and spread wide, and a cock reaming my ass
while two guys looked on. And me a fucking Top! But at that moment, as Mark
continued to pummel my ass, lifting my legs even higher and putting them
over his shoulders, angling his cock to bump against my delicate prostate,
all I wanted was to be fucked. In every hole. And apparently my grunts and
groans and moans were making that abundantly clear. What the fuck was
happening to me and why didn't I care?

"Yeah, take it deeper," Evan growled lowly as he sunk his dick deeper into
my throat. "You've been staring at it all night."

"Jock Boy looks more like a Jock Slut," Jim said, giving me an appraising
look. "You like this, don't you?"

At that moment Mark's cock up my ass rang the bell of my fuck nut again and
my eyes fluttered. I nodded, my reply muffled because of the log lodged in
my throat.

"What's that, Jock Slut?" he asked. "I can't hear you."

Evan pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it against my cheeks
again. "What (slap) did (slap) you (slap) say (slap), Jock (slap) Slut?"

Oh Christ! "Yes," I panted, the heat rising in my cheeks and my dick
leaking copiously.

"You're nothing but a Jock Slut Bottom Boy, aren't you?" Jim said.

I groaned out loud. Oh God, this was so humiliating!

Jim bent close and grabbed me by my hair. It was just rough enough to be
thrilling. "Say it. Tell me what a slut you are. How much you want to be
fucked. How much you need it."

"Yes," I gasped out, nodding furiously. "Yes, I'm a slut."

"And you want it."

I nodded.

"Say it, Slut."

"I want it."

"Say you need it."

Another nod. "Yes. I need it."

"Need what?"

"To... to be.. f-fucked," I stammered. "I need to be fucked."

"You heard him boys," he said as Evan shoved his cock back into my waiting
mouth. "Let's fuck him like the whore he is."

And then I was being fucked in both ends. In my bed. In house. They turned
me on the bed so my head was hanging over the side, my head bent way back
so my open mouth would allow Evan's thick shaft to penetrate past my throat
and choke reflexes. Jim was tugging at my balls and teasing my nipples,
which seem to be connected directly to my cock, speaking of which, was
sticking up ramrod straight like a flag pole.

I reached down to grab my dick when a strong hand grabbed my wrist. "No
way," Jim said, looking me directly in the eyes. I moved my arm
slightly. "Touch yourself again and I'll tie your wrists to the bedposts,
got it?"

I nodded, or what could pass for a nod, what with Evan's cock plunging in
and out of my throat. But he wasn't done. He grabbed both my wrists and
held them over my head, pulling my hard, fit body taut, as if putting it on
display, as he continued to ravage my hungry mouth with his pistoning cock.

By now, Mark had settled into a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of my
ass with a skill and intensity that surprised me. Apparently he'd gotten
some practice over the past couple of years.

Jim turned his focus from my balls and nipples to my dick. He sat on the
bed next to me, rubbing my abs and grasping my dick. "Let me tell you a
story," Mark said, Jim and Evan both looking intently at him. "Something
about his cock."

I immediately knew where this was going and my eyes darted to his. He
arched his brow and launched into a story told him a few years ago.

During a high school sports physical when I was sixteen years old, I found
out (in the most embarrassing way ever) that I could get hard and cum again
within minutes of getting off. No, the doctor wasn't a perv who jacked me
off; he was our family doctor. He was holding my nuts, making me turn my
head and cough and stuff, when I got a massive hard-on and turned away,
blowing a huge load into my hands. I was so mortified that he ended up
leaving the exam room for several minutes to let me clean up and compose
myself. But when he came back and resumed the exam, fuck if I didn't get
hard again. I was completely red-faced when I told him it felt like I
needed to shoot off again, and he calmly explained to me that some younger
men were able to recover from an orgasm much quicker than others, and that
apparently I was one of them and that I should look at it as a good
thing. I'd taken that newfound knowledge to heart in my high school and
college conquests, and one night, after a couple of drinks, while I was
fucking Mark, I boasted to him of my prowess. Now he was using that
knowledge against me.

"I wonder how many loads we can wring out of this bad boy then," Jim mused
aloud, staring directly into my wide eyes. The thought of being milked was
both scary and tantalizing.

"I like the way you think, Jim," Mark said in way of reply. "He told me the
other day he'd been working non-stop for weeks and hadn't gotten any in
ages. I have a feeling he's got a lot pent up."

"This should be pretty awesome then," Jim said as he took my dick in one
hand and my balls in the other.

He teased my dick mercilessly for nearly ten minutes, alternating taking me
completely into his throat, corkscrewing his fist up and down the shaft,
and roiling his spit-slicked palm over the head, all the while either
mouthing or tugging at my balls. I was lost in the sheer bliss of it all,
and lost count of how many times he took me to the edge and then backed off
-- and this was while Mark was fucking my ass and Evan was practically
skull-fucking me. And I didn't miss a beat! Not one fucking beat. I wanted
it all. I wanted that cock in my ass and I couldn't get enough of Evan
raping my mouth. When I finally shot, seven thick and creamy spurts up my
chest, he scooped it up and wiped it on my face and in my hair.

He milked every drop from my cock until it dribbled and then he started
teasing the over-sensitive flesh of my head. Again he kept up his wicked
ways on my dick, working his magic while I squirmed and whimpered and
almost screamed, Evan's cock still fucking my hungry mouth. I nearly
passing out twice from lack of oxygen, and then -- holy shit -- my cock got
hard again and before I knew it I was shooting a second huge load which
again he slathered across my face which by now looked like a fucking glazed
donut!

I was a mess. Face slicked with my own cocksnot, ass and mouth being
pounded ... the only thing that could've made this scene raunchier was if I
was being fucked while on my hands and knees and then, as if they'd read my
mind, that's exactly what they did!

Mark pulled out and spanked my ass hard, surprising me. "Turn over, man. Be
a good boy."

My eyes widened. *Good boy?!* What the fuck? I wanted to say something, to
protest, but who was I kidding? I wanted this so badly! Evan's cock was
still deeply lodged in my throat and he continued to fuck my face, his hand
threaded through my hair, as I awkwardly maneuvered onto all fours, the
cock never once slipping from my suctioning mouth. Out of the corner of my
eye I saw Jim unzipping his pants. Like Mark, he wore white briefs, but his
Calvins were bulging obscenely and as he skimmed them down along with his
jeans and his erect cock slapped up against his flat belly, I realized he
was even bigger than Evan. I shuddered and my hole instinctively tightened
and my cock, which had just shot two loads, throb and came back to life.

"Oh fuck," Mark laughed, doubling over, "I can see your hole clenching and
your dick is hard again!!"

My face reddened with shame which, for some reason, made my cock get even
harder.

"Oh shit, you really ARE a cock slut!" Mark laughed as he gave my cock a
couple of tugs. "Who'd have thought it?"

"I didn't realize just what a cock slut he is," Jim laughed as he rolled a
condom onto his dick and slowly slathered it with lube. "Look, his hole is
twitching. I think it's fucking winking hello!"

There was no way my ass could take that tree trunk I thought as he got into
place behind me and began to stroke my ass, teasingly feathering his
calloused fingers across my spasming hole and then sliding them one, two,
three, four (!!) into my already slicked and loosened channel.

As big as Evan was, Jim was bigger. I wasn't prepared for how big. When I
felt the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance and felt the stretch in the
ring of muscle, my eyes widened in panic. I'd never taken anything that big
before in my life and my body wanted to buck and fight, but Mark was ready,
the poppers at my left nostril and I snorted deeply.

"That's right, you fucking stud," he urged with a wink, ruffling my hair
and making soft noises while moving the bottle to the other
nostril. "Another one. Yeah, you got this. You're such a natural."

A natural?! That was the second time I was called that tonight. My eyes
flicked up at him when he said that, just as Jim pushed all the way into
me. The pressure of his huge cock filling me was the most exquisite mix of
pleasure and pain I'd ever felt.

"Ohhh," I grunted with a shudder. My eyes rolled back in my head, lashes
fluttering, and drool spilled down the corners of my chin, as I made sounds
that were a cross between mewling and choking. I saw Mark out of the corner
of my eye. He was staring at me, eyes wide and mouth open, as these two
tops played me like an instrument. They were dominating me like I'd never
dominated anybody else. Fuck, they were working me in ways I'd never even
thought to work another guy, and I could tell from the look on Mark's face
that he knew it as well. He knew that I knew he knew it. And he knew just
how much I was enjoying this debauchery. Oh shit...

I must've presented quite the pictures: me, at least four inches taller and
a good twenty-five pounds heavier than these guys, being roundly, soundly
and thoroughly dominated.

"Oh yeah," Jim rumbled, his voice gravely and low. "So fucking tight. Need
to loosen this Jock Slut up a little."

End of Part 1