Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 23:21:22 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Ranchs Bitch part 19

Ranch's Bitch
By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
M/m/M+, rural, college, cock sucking, ass fucking, masturbation, cum
eating, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination.
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Part 19

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Author's note:

I need to make it clear again that the disclaimer above it's not there to
make the text longer, it has a purpose. I say that this story is about
reluctance and domination. This is not a love story. If you don't like this
sort of story, please, don't keep reading. Some readers reached chapter 18
to realize that.

I've been busy but I'm rushing now to write and finish this story
faster. It won't take too long to finish this story. The week in the ranch
is about to end. Hope you enjoy it. And thank all of you who sent me
e-mails, you couldn't make me happier.

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I was looking over my shoulder, my hands still cuffed behind my back while
I struggled not to fall with my knees firmly planted on the floor. Mark was
smiling at me. So many times before, I had seen that same smile in much
different situations. I remember he would give me that smile every time he
scored a goal during our soccer matches. That was also the smile he'd show
me whenever I made him a favour. It was like he was thanking me or showing
his appreciation and satisfaction. Now he was doing the same, but the
situation was completely different. He was probably satisfied because he
had penetrated my asshole with his cock. That was simply unbelievable, and
my wide-opened eyes translated my thoughts. My agony seen through my eyes
contrasted with his lusty smile. I wanted to say something, or even better,
I wanted to get away from there but Brian, sitting right in front of me,
wouldn't let me speak or move. He grabbed my face with his hands and turned
it towards him, more specifically, towards his hard and saliva-covered dick
that I've been trying to deepthroat before. He was clear when he said I
couldn't move or protest because before that I had to finish sucking his
dick. `I don't need to suck anything' I though. `He can take this cock and
go to hell with it. I will get away from here and no one is gonna stop me'

Mark knew me better than Brian and he was aware that I would probably stand
up and get out of there. So this was exactly when he laid down his body
over mine; his chest touched my tied hands and back. He surrounded my body
with his arms and stopped his hips from moving. His cock was deep inside me
and the warmth of his body made me hot. I could feel the hair in his chest
rubbing against my back and his unshaved face touching my neck like
sandpaper. Even Brian stopped his hands that until then were trying to make
me go down on his shaft. Everything seemed strange because I wasn't
expecting any of that. I thought they'd start using me like a cheap whore,
but they didn't, or at least, Mark didn't let it happen. His dick inside my
hole wasn't pleasing at all, on the contrary, I felt like there was an
intruder in my ass, something that wasn't supposed to be there. I needed to
get his cock out of me, but then I felt his hands caressing my chest. His
unshaved face against my neck and his warm breath invading my left
ear. I've told Mark once how anyone could drive me nuts by licking or
simply whispering in my ears. And, so he did:

"Calm down, And. There's no need to panic. I told you I'm just trying to
help you" Mark's warm breath touched my ear and gave me goose bumps. My
muscles relaxed and Mark took the chance to penetrate me deeper. I was so
relaxed I didn't feel his last and deepest thrust inside of me. "I know
it's weird to know you have a dick in your ass, but I didn't know what else
to do to reach your G-spot. My fingers ain't long enough and I can't feel
anything with the dongs. Can you feel it?"

I haven't thought about it yet, but gradually I could indeed feel something
different inside of me. He had touched it before with his fingers, but now
it was different. He was moving his hips very slowly and his dick was very
gently caressing my prostate. Mark used a surgical precision to find my
`G-spot' and then stimulated it with his hard cock. He moved one hand away
from my chest and put it around my wrists, quickly removing the handcuffs
that had me restrained. I used my now free hands to support my body,
getting on my fours. I could run, I could say I didn't want that, but Mark
changed my mind. My dick was trembling inside my straps and when I squeezed
my hole I realized for the first time how my prostate could give me
pleasure, but not the same pleasure I'd feel when I jerked off. It felt
somehow as if I was being masturbated from the inside. My cock wasn't being
touched but precum was being squeezed straight from my balls.

"Why don't you put your mouth on this big cock in front of you again? It'd
be easier for me to know if you're enjoying what I'm doing with you. If you
suck it good, I'll know you're having a good time. Just give it a try, I
swear you'll like it" Mark's whisper on my ear was taking me out of my
mind. I think I could do everything he asked me to.

In the meantime, Brian was stroking his cock right next to my face. I
looked up and saw his blue eyes staring at me. His tongue was touching his
upper lip as if he said I should use my lips and tongue to suck him
again. I opened my mouth and engulfed his dick. As soon as I did it, Brian
and Mark apparently woke up from the trance that slowed them down for a
couple minutes and everything started to change. Mark raised his body and
now held my waist with his two hands, preparing to speed up the movement of
his hips. Brian found my head with his hands again, but this time he didn't
push me down. He was waiting for me to deepthroat him willingly, I knew I
wouldn't do that but Brian definitely thought differently.

Mark wasn't so worried about hammering his cock more passionately and
forcefully inside of me, and I noticed he was still aiming for my
prostate. His cock head was rubbing it with every motion he made inside of
me. Now I could hear the sound of his crotch slapping against my butt and
it was becoming louder and faster. His movements were taking me out of my
mind, and when he changed the short slow fuck for a long faster one, I
realized I couldn't hold it anymore. My mouth opened and as I didn't have
anything to bite or hold to, I put Brian's dick inside of it. My own cock
was now wet and leaking a lot of precum that has been stuck in my balls for
too long, drenching the jockstrap that I was still wearing. As Mark long
dicked me, I tried to have more of Brian's cock inside of my mouth and he
couldn't be happier. His hands grabbed my hair and suddenly started to pull
it up and then push it down past my throat.

"I like my bitches like this. The two holes filled, while the bitch shows a
lot of passion when taking the cocks" Brian said when he got his mouth
closer to my ear. "But I like it rough too. Don't take me wrong. I don't
care too much about the whole idea that the bitch is getting off by being
fucked, but honestly, I think my pleasure is the only one that matters
here. I got the cock and you got the holes, I'm the boss and you're the
slut. The sooner you understand this, the easier it will be for you"

Brian was taking advantage of the situation. In other occasions – when I
didn't have Mark's cock driving me crazy – I wouldn't allow Brian to
talk to me like that. But what could I say when I felt like I could cum at
any moment. The tricky part of getting off from prostate stimulation is
that we don't know exactly when it will happen. I thought it could happen
at any moment, my dick responded to the stimuli by leaking precum but no
orgasm in sight. Sometimes, I felt that was the moment, I'd explode and
drench the thick fabric of the straps with white and gooey cum, but it
didn't happen. Over and over again I'd feel like that but nothing
happened. It was as if I was edging involuntarily. When Brian whispered
those nasty words in my ear, I was thinking more about my orgasm than
anything he had to tell me. His dick entered my throat and I didn't gag,
probably because I wasn't thinking about it. All my energies were
concentrated on my prostate and the thick cock that was sliding in and out
of my ass. Brian knew he had to take control of me and use me as he wished
because maybe I'd never let him do that again.

At the same time, Mark was getting bolder and taking the risk of pissing me
off for good, but lust is really beyond our rational understanding. We are
just not ourselves when lust takes over. We go with the flow and leave the
regrets for later. He slapped my ass once, twice, and then so many more
times I lost count. Maybe he allowed himself to do that because I responded
to his hands slapping my ass by going deeper on Brian's cock. I had it
inside my mouth and I didn't want to get up to breath. Brian, however,
surprised me when he pulled my head out of his dick till he had me looking
at him.

"Tell us how much you love being fucked, bitch"

Would lust make me say that? I had a little portion of reason still kicking
in from time to time but it wasn't enough to bring me back to my
senses. Brian's demanding blue eyes, his wet dick touching my chest and
Mark's dick now fucking me insanely were more than enough to make me do or
say anything they wanted. As I said, I could (and would) regret it later,
but not at that moment.

"I... love... being... fucked" I said at every thrust of Mark's cock inside
of me.

"Do you still think you like pussy, fagboy? Or do you finally acknowledge
you were born to take dick?" Brian wanted to ask more, and he could ask me
anything he wanted. How could I deny something that was so obvious?

"I was... born to... take cocks" I did say cock in the plural. With that, I
wasn't saying I was gay or liked guys, I was accepting my role as a
dickwhore, a slut, a cheap bitch.  I didn't want to date a guy and make
love with him, I wanted dicks (in the plural) filling my holes and making
me happy.

"What do you think of my cock? Look at him!" Brian moved my head towards
his saliva-drenched cock. "Tell him how much you love him"

What the hell? Now he wanted me to start a conversation with his dick?
Mark's cock touched my G-spot and it made me moan like a whore.

"I love you" I said at once, not exactly thinking about the meaning of
those words.

"Great, bitch. But words ain't enough. You have to prove it with
action. And I'm not saying only now. We want you to be a full-time
whore. Do you understand me?"

Of course I understood him, but I wasn't thinking straight. Well, I was
everything but straight at that moment. If he wanted me to agree with him,
I'd agree with him. However, I couldn't imagine what a bad decision it was
to say that "Yes".

"Yes what, bitch?"

"I'll... be your... BITCH" that bitch was preceded by a fast and full
penetration of Mark's dick inside of my hungry hole.

"Whenever we want?" Brian asked again. For the first time, I had a glimpse
of what I was saying. Whenever they wanted could be a lot of time. It could
involve doing humiliating things in front of other people. It could involve
more guys using me. But on my knees, and two dicks using me to get off, I
couldn't simply say no.

"Yes..." I mumbled not so certain of what that could represent to me. I
couldn't think of all the possible situations in the future that would made
me regret that.

"Yes WHAT, BITCH?" he yelled but not loud enough to wake me up.

"I'll be... your bitch... whenever... whenever you want"

Maybe those were the words that sealed my destiny. I signed a verbal
contract that took my right to be a man from me, and transformed me into a
bitch born to be used by real men.

"Great. So, this is how you start. Suck my cock and make me cum inside your
throat. I want you to remember this moment forever. Coz you'll never be the
same again after this"

And he couldn't be more right. I took his cock and put it inside my mouth
again. I think I was learning how to suck a cock properly because Brian
wasn't giving me orders anymore. Every now and then he'd control my head
with his hands but for the most of the time he let me do as I wanted. That
wasn't so bad as I thought, and cocks seemed much better than any pussy in
the world. I could take it and that could get me off.

For once more, I thought I'd cum but I imagined it would be another false
alarm. However, it wasn't.

`Damn, I'm cumming' my mind yelled at me.

And then my body shook and trembled as if I had been struck by a
lightening. My body was collapsing and Mark certainly felt my hole
squeezing his dick. Immediately, he took it out of me and I felt his cum
wetting my back. In my mouth, Brian came too. But he didn't want to have
his cum inside of my belly. Well, part of it went straight to my stomach,
but he saved many spurts to my mouth and face. I had cum all over me, in my
jockstrap, my back, face and hair. I imagine I was looking like a statue of
wax. And that's when the regret kicked in. It was this fast. I woke up from
my lust and realized what I had just done.

`Damn, damn, damn! What have I done?' I thought desperately.

Brian wasn't holding my head and Mark didn't have his hands on my waist. So
I got up and ran towards the door. Sunlight at last. I had to run and
disappear. Cum was running down my body and that disgusted me. `It can't be
true'. I thought I had to go to the lake to clean up myself. I passed cross
the tent and the bush that separated us from the water. In no time, I
immersed myself there, from head to toes. I wish I could've stayed there
forever but I had to get out to breathe. I stood up again, cum was sticking
to my body, I needed a brush. I turned myself to the shore, aware that I
had to do something to get rid of the cum, its smell and taste. But, things
would never be that easy for me.

In front of me, as if he had appeared out of nowhere, I saw Ted. He looked
at me in disbelief.

"What the hell happened to you?"

`I don't know. What happened to me?' I thought, aware that my nightmare had
just begun.

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End of part 19

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