Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 13:40:23 -0800 (PST) From: chuck scott Subject: Mike's Whore After my initial experience with Mike, I wondered just what the hell I had gotten into. I very soon realized that having so willing sucked Mike off, he took me to be his toy. More to the point, Mike came to see me as his faggot, whore. I was there to satisfy any whim or need he might have felt. It had all begun when I mentioned, all most off handedly, that I wondered what it would feel like to suck a cock. At that time, let me repeat, I had seen Mike as a friend and I thought I was just expressing an opinion. But I soon came to see how wrong I was about Mike. As soon as I mentioned that I wondered about sucking a cock, Mike's attention turned. He sat next to me and asked if I was serious. I was so I nodded. We were at his house and his wife was at work. I knew she wouldn't be home for a few hours, so just answered, "Yeah. I've wondered about it for a long time." "Well hell, since you really want to feel it, get on your knees." The force in his voice caught me off guard, but I was also excited, so I dropped instantly to my knees. "Undo my belt and slide my pants down," he told me, I did like I was told, already feeling the thrill of the forbidden. And I did get the first twinge of being a whore. When his cock was freed, it sprung fully upright. I gasped having a rock-hard, 9 inch cock bouncing just inches from my face. I didn't need any more instructions, as I gulped down his cock, taking it as deep as I could. "Oh, baby," he said softly and grabbed my head. "You're my little slut, aren't you?" It was a question, but had the feel of an order. I managed a muffled, "Yes." Then Mike began mouth fucking me, hard and deep. He forced his cock all the way down, till his balls were slapping into my chin. I gagged with air and spit bursting out of my mouth with each deep stroke he gave me. I managed to keep going and that just excited Mike even more. "Take your shirt off," he ordered me. I unbuttoned my shirt as quickly as I could and threw it to the floor. Mike reached down and grabbed my tits. I need to add here that I'm overweight, hell fat and have always been concerned about my rather large man-titties. It was instantly clear that Mike loved them, as he pulled and squeezed both of them, as still pounding away on my mouth. Even though he was hurting my tits and especially my nipples, I loved it. Having him pull and twist my tits, got my cock even harder. I reached into my pants and started to jack off, but Mike slapped my head and ordered me, "Keep your fag hands off your cock. You'll have time for that later." Then, as he gave one last twist to my right tit, he pushed my head all the way down and began cumming. It seemed like he was shooting forever as more and more cum filled my mouth. I was shocked at the sweet taste and I swallowed as fast as I could. He let one long groan and thrust even deeper, then let go with one last shot into my mouth. Then he slapped my face and pushed me away. "That was good. You really know how to take a cock. I realized you didn't do much sucking, but I saw you liked it." "Oh, Mike, I did. I loved your cum." "Okay, not it's your turn," he said in an angry voice. "I want you to jack off for me. So slide your pants down and get to work." I slid my jeans and underwear down to my knees and went to work. The lingering taste of his cum drove me over the edge in a few seconds. I started to groan and Mike told me, "Don't spill a drop or I'll kick the shit out of you." I was already going to cum in my hand, but now I had to be careful because I knew what the next order was going to be. And I was right, after I had filled my hand, Mike had me stand and get my cum filled hand right in front of his face. "Now lick it up, all of it." I did as I was told and his eyes lit up with lust. When my hand was clean, he told me to do it again. I was still excited at being used like that, so I grabbed my still hard cock and stroked. Again, Mike made it easier by twisting and pulling my tits. Within minutes, I was cumming again. Again, I slurped my cum and again Mike was excited watching me eat my own load. When I finished, Mike told me I was a quick learner and that I obviously liked to be a cocksucker. I had never actually thought of that word, but I was a cocksucker. I smiled a bit sheepishly and nodded. "So now," he added, "I'm going to introduce you to the next part. Going to make you a real faggot." My heart raced at what I knew was going to happen next. Mike, a man, was going to fuck me. I was going to be like the fags I'd read about, taking it up the ass. As I processed this new step I was going to take, I realized that I actually wanted to take that next step. Damn, what had happened to me? I had swallowed a load of another man's cum and now I wanted his cock up my ass. I gulped as Mike pushed me into the living room and to an overstuffed chair. He forced me over the back, with my feet on the floor and my face in the cushion. He told me to raise up so my tits were exposed and hanging free. Then he spread a glob of lube on my ass and on his cock head. Without a warning, he rammed his cock into me. The pain was excruciating. I snapped up, but he forced me back down. "Take it, faggot. Whores take it," he ordered me. Then he reached down and grabbed both of my titties, hard. I had figured out that he wanted to give me as much pain as he could without really injuring me. I'm sure my tits would be bruised, but I liked it. Then he nearly twisted my nipples off, all the while pounding my ass. I surprised myself when I began meeting his cock thrusts by slamming my ass back into him. "Oh, fag likes it," he said. "Yes, I do. I love it," I heard my voice, as if from a different person. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Mike grabbed both of my titties, twisted and pulled them as he leaned back and with a deep groan, shot his load into me. I felt an odd warmth spread through my gut, then I collapsed onto the chair. Mike fell on top of me and we both gasped for air. Soon we stood and I said I should get going before his wife got home. He grabbed my hair and pushed me down on my knees. "Not so fact," he said. "Faggots need to learn how to finish the job. Now clean my cock." I took his soft cock and sucked and licked it clean. Then I stood and got dressed. Mike ran his hand over my shirt, lingering on my hard nipples. Then he reached down and grabbed my balls, giving them a twist. "I'll be busy tomorrow, but the next day, I want you back here at 10:00 in the morning. We'll have all day to play." I'll try, Mike," I said. He jerked my balls till tears filled my eyes. "I didn't ask you, faggot. In case you didn't know, you're my cocksucker now. You do what I when, when I want. And I want you here, Thursday at 10:00 AM! Got it?" As much as the force behind his words left me a bit afraid about what to expect, my cock jumped a bit at the expected adventures. "Yes, Sir. 10:00." What happened at the next few encounters, well I'll leave it for further entries.