Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 19:31:20 -0500
From: Fit Executive <fitexecutive@gmail.com>
Subject: Jock Predator part 1

My name is Cliff. I'm a big, built, 25-year-old black guy with a taste for
white college boys. I know what you're thinking—there's plenty of white
pussy-boys who dream about guys like me. I ought to have `em lining up,
right?

Wrong. Those needy twats get on my nerves, pawing at me all the damn time
and giving me their big Bambi eyes.

I like straight boys. The straighter the better, and jocks are best. Those
guys don't just bend over and beg you for it—you have to get creative to
get `em to let you pop their cherries. You have to work for it, but it's SO
DAMN GOOD when you break one of `em open and make him your bitch.

But I'm not happy with getting lucky a couple times a year. I need it
regular, so I've come up with some tricks to even the odds. Some of `em are
legal and some of `em aren't exactly, but hey, they work.

Luckily, I ended up moving to a big party spot in Florida. Lots of beaches,
lots of clubs, lots of straight college guys coming to chase pussy on
weekends, spring break, holidays, you name it. Some of these guys have the
money to do whatever they want, but a lot of `em are just skating by,
sharing rooms with buddies or riding somebody else's coat-tails. There's
always some kind of drama a couple of days into the partying—a fight
over a girl, no more cash for booze or drugs, getting kicked out for puking
on your friend's bed. You name it, there's always something.

Somebody else's trouble is good for me.

The next thing I did was give myself a way to start conversations with the
guys. Business cards are my friend. It turns out that nobody actually
checks to make sure your business is real when you have the cards
printed. You'd be amazed at how many jobs I apparently have. The ones that
get me the best results are `Video Talent Manager,' `Beverage Market
Research Coordinator' and `Entertainment Developer.' I'm not sure even I
know what that last one means.

If you want the quality ass, and not the strung-out druggies who do
anything for the next fix, then it's actually easier to approach guys when
they're in groups of two or three. You can find quality loners, but most
guys let their guard down more when they're with buddies. Then you can play
them off against each other, or cut the one you really want away from the
others after you get the ball rolling.

One of my first great successes after I decided to really perfect the art
of getting my dick into straight white jock ass was with a couple of
buddies named Bryan and Mark. They were sitting at one of the bars in the
club I was hunting in, slowly nursing beers just a few feet away from me. I
could hear everything they were saying. They were only a couple days into
break and it was looking like a bust—no luck with the women and already
almost broke.

I waved the bartender down and quietly told him to get them each a double
kamikaze shot on me and stay close by. The look of confusion on their faces
when he dropped the shots down in front of them and pointed at me was
priceless. I grinned and shifted over a stool to get next to them.

"Hey." There's the universal straight-dude greeting. "I just heard you
talking about your week and figured I'd do my good deed for the day to help
you turn it around. Nobody should have a sucky break." I raised my glass to
them. "Hope you have better luck tomorrow."

They grabbed those drinks like free milk at a titty bar and slammed them
back.

Bryan made a face. "God damn, man. Thanks." He was a taught ginger dude
with pale skin and lots of lean muscle. Just looking at him made my balls
tingle. I found out later he was a gymnast.

"Fuck, yeah. Thanks!" Mark said. He was a bigger guy—Italian looking
with a dark tan and dark hair. He was smaller than me but a lot bulkier
than his friend. He turned out to be a rugby player.

"No problem. I've been there. You want another one?" I pointed the
bartender at their empty glasses without waiting for an answer. "Oh, I'm
Cliff, by the way."

They shook my hand like I was their new best friend. When the next round
came they kicked it back just as fast. I was starting to see why they were
running dry on cash.

Mark glowered at his empty glass. "Damn, those are good. Everything here is
so much more expensive than I thought it'd be. We're gonna have a dry week
from here on out. It's gonna suck."

I laughed and pointed the bartender at their glasses again. "This must be
your first time here. The trick to having a good week in a party town like
this is knowing how to make money as you go. You can make shit-loads of
quick cash and then go out and have fun and do it all over again the next
day. Hell, you can make it through the whole week and never spend a dime of
your own money." I shrugged. "'Course, you're gonna do stuff you wouldn't
do at home, but who gives a shit? What happens on break, stays on break,
right? It's not like anyone at home is gonna know."

They downed their third double shot. A flush was starting to creep up
Bryan's neck. His eyes were wide.  "Really? Like what?" I could see it on
their faces—salvation for their break was at hand.

I pointed the bartender at their glasses again. "Well, it's a party town,
man. People come here to have a good time. So if you want to make money,
you gotta help people have a good time. It's simple as that."

Mark was already grabbing his drink. "Yeah, but how?"

"Well, you don't want to do anything that'll cause you problems, so you
probably want to stay away from drugs and shit like that. It would really
screw your break if you ended up in jail. If you're in shape, the easiest
and safest thing is modeling."

Bryan made another face around his drink. "Modeling? Like clothes?"

"Modeling, like porn."

Mark almost coughed up the drink he was swallowing. Finally he got his
breath. "You're shitting us. Like somebody's gonna pay us to fuck. We can't
even find a baby to take it for free this week."

I discretely shook my head at the bartender. I didn't want them so smashed
that they couldn't do anything. I chuckled at Mark. "You're not looking to
make a big-time video, `cause you don't want something that'll get all over
the internet anyway. You just want to find somebody local who wants to have
a good time and who isn't gonna spread it around. You show them a good
time, you collect your money and then you go off and have your own good
time. It's like a part-time job, but the pay is a fuck- sight better than
mowing yards."

Bryan's flush was growing, but he looked at me intently. "How do we get in
on something like that?"

I shrugged like it was no big deal. "I'm local. I can put you in touch with
people if you want."

They looked at each other and I saw the questioning going back and forth in
their expressions. Bryan looked back at me. "Let's do it."

I tipped back my own drink and set it down. "Sure, happy to help. Let's
head back to my place."

Mark had to blink a couple of times but he made his way to a puzzled
expression. "Your place? Why?"

I clapped them both on their shoulders and herded them toward the door
while I was talking. "Dude. Do you know how many guys say they want to
model and then when the time comes they can't even get it up? If you want
somebody to pay you, you have to show you can do it first. And plus I don't
want to get a reputation for introducing guys that turn out to be a
let-down."

They seemed to accept that, if only because they couldn't think of a flaw
in the logic. I bundled them into a cab and the alcohol sank in deeper as
we rode to my apartment. When we got in, I pointed them at the couch. "Have
a seat. Go ahead and kick off your shoes and take your shirts off and dig
out your driver's licenses. You have to prove you're not a minor, so nobody
can get in trouble later." I took close- up pics of their licenses and
handed `em back along with a form I'd made up. "OK, now sign this. It's the
release form—it says you understand that you're auditioning for a job as
an entertainer, and the job will include sex, and the sex may be
video-taped, and you only get paid when you do the real job, not the
audition. Duh." They laughed and scrawled their names.

I turned on some straight porn and their eyes snapped to the screen where a
woman with big tits was swallowing a cock. Bryan's flush spread across his
whole chest and Mark's nipples were standing up from his tanned pecs. I
grinned. "You like her? I know her manager. Maybe I can introduce you if
you make it through the audition."

I pulled out a video camera and set it up on a tripod pointed at
them. "OK. We're just guys so none of us is actually into each other, but
you need to fake it for the audition. Understand? Like you might find a
lady that's not really hot to you, but you want to get paid so you need to
make her feel like she's great."

They nodded without looking away from the screen.

I tapped the camera. "We're just making this for the ladies to show them
why they want you. We'll do the stuff we normally do with them. Since none
of us normally messes around with guys, we'll just make a game out of it so
no one gets stuck pretending to like the faggy shit the whole time. We'll
all have to do a little bit. OK?"

Bryan managed to tear his eyes away from the woman getting cum spurted into
her mouth on the screen, but his voice was a little slurred. "How far is
this gonna go?"

I shrugged like it wasn't important "We're gonna try everything you'd do
with a woman. If there's something you can't fake, then we'll work around
it but you won't make nearly as much money if you can't do
everything. Let's just see how it goes." I held up an IPad and looked at
the blank screen. "OK, Mark, pick a number. One to a hundred."

"Um... Thirty-seven."

"OK. Wow. You went straight for the hard-core shit. Well, that's OK. This
will break the ice. Now pick Bryan or me."

"Bryan."

"OK. Mark, you get on your knees. Bryan, stand up in front of Mark. Face
sideways so the camera can see you both." I waited until they both got into
position. "Now, Mark, you pull down Bryan's pants and start sucking his
dick."

Mark looked like I'd punched him in the head. "What?"

"Pull down his pants and suck his dick. I'll tell you when to stop. And
don't forget you both need to pretend like you like it or the ladies won't
buy it."

Bryan laughed and ruffled Mark's hair. He shoved his crotch forward. "Ohh,
baby, your mouth is so hot and wet. Oh, fuck, you suck so good."

Mark scowled and batted him away. "Shut the fuck up. I can't do that."

I shrugged. "Makes no difference to me. This is why you have to do an
audition like this. If you can't perform and pretend like you like it, then
no lady is gonna pay for you. You can have a shitty break sitting in your
room wishing you had money and babes you like."

"Oh, come on Mark," Bryan said. "This is the way we can have an awesome
week. It doesn't mean shit and nobody is gonna know."

Mark scowled. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one getting a
dick in your mouth."

"He still might," I jumped in. "This is just the very first number you
picked. There's a lot more on the list."

Mark complained and Bryan pressured him for another few minutes, but
finally he said "Fuck it. Let's just get this over with." He started
unbuttoning Bryan's jeans.

I slowed him down. "Don't forget, you both need to pretend you like it, but
don't make it silly. Try to make it look real. I'll give you directions if
you need `em and I'll tell you when to stop. Mark, start by wiping that
frown off your face. You're trying to make him feel good, remember?"

Mark took a few deep breaths and got his face to a neutral, even curious,
expression. He slowly unzipped Bryan's jeans and pulled them down to his
ankles, exposing his toned legs. He hesitated, but he plucked at the
waistband of Bryan's plaid boxer shorts and pulled those down too. Bryan's
cock was hanging in front of his face. His balls were either shaved or
naturally smooth but a trimmed ginger bush was clustered around the base of
his shaft.

Mark looked at it for a long time. A grimace flitted across his face but he
mastered it quickly. He slowly leaned in and tentatively licked at the
head, and then very, very gently sucked it into his mouth.

I mentally gave him credit—he didn't do the bullshit move of opening his
mouth so wide that nothing touched his buddy's dick. He nursed on it
instead, sucking lightly at the head.

Bryan's limp dick started plumping immediately. He took several deep
breaths and when he spoke he didn't sound like he was being silly. "Oh,
man. That's good! Nobody's done it like that before." In thirty seconds he
was at full mast. His dick was about eight inches long but not very
thick. I could see almost all of it because only the head was in Mark's
mouth.

"Good Mark," I murmured. "Now start taking it deeper. Keep making him feel
good."

Mark tentatively slid down Bryan's cock, a little at a time and then
drawing back, over and over, working his way a little further down each
time. I was starting to see spit on Bryan's dick when he pulled back.

Bryan groaned and his hands went to Mark's head, but they just rested
there. "God damn. That really is good! Try to take it all the way, Mark!"

"Perfect," I murmured. "It's good if you give each other direction like
that."

Mark did as he was told. He gradually slid further toward Bryan's root,
backing off and a few times with a cough or quick choke. It took several
times, but finally his nose was getting buried in Bryan's red pubes on
every slow plunge.

"Good. Good," I said. "Mark, hold still now. Bryan, take his head and start
fucking his mouth. Go easy on him. Mark, you just keep the suction up and
give us some moans to show us how much you love it."

Mark's eyes popped a little, but Bryan didn't hesitate. He held the back of
Mark's head and started an easy fuck of his face with long, gentle strokes,
pulling back until just the tip of his head was on Mark's lips and then
diving in until his balls were up against Mark's chin. After a few thrusts,
Mark got himself under control, closed his eyes, and started moaning around
Bryan's cock.

Bryan gasped. "Holy shit! That's what they mean by a hummer! Keep that up!"

Once again, Mark did as Bryan directed and his moaning intensified while
Bryan fucked his mouth.

I let it go on for about five minutes, but when Bryan started panting I cut
them off. "OK, time's up on this one. Take a break." They fell back on the
couch, and Mark avoided looking at either of us. "Bryan, you may as well go
ahead and kick off the rest of your clothes. Mark, leave yours on at least
until we know what's coming next." Bryan kicked off his shoes and pants and
whipped his t-shirt over his head, exposing his amazing gymnast body. I
couldn't wait to break him open. He sat on the couch with his cock sticking
up stiffly from his groin.

I pretended to consult the IPad screen. "OK, Bryan. It's your turn to pick
a number."

"Eighty-four."

"And now pick Mark or me."

"Mark." He nudged his buddy. "Turn-about is fair play, right? I guess I get
to make you happy now."

I laughed. "These things are all shuffled up. You never know. OK, this one
is more pretending than real sex. Mark, you stretch out on the couch on
your back. Keep your clothes on. Bryan, you're gonna go up his body like
he's the sexiest woman you've ever met—you know, show us how you love
feeling her up, the whole way. And Mark, you're loving how he's treating
you. Bryan, when you make it all the way, you're stretched out on top of
him and you start making out with each other. Mark is your woman and you've
been gone for weeks. Bryan is your man and you're desperate for him."

Bryan laughed and elbowed his friend.

Mark shook his head. "Oh, god damn it." He lay down across the couch with a
sigh.

Bryan nudged Mark's feet apart and kneeled in between his legs, gently
caressing and squeezing his thighs. He managed to not sound too corny when
he spoke. "Oh, baby, I've been looking forward to this so much. It's been
so long. I was thinking about you the whole time I was gone." His cock was
still jutting up as he knelt over his friend.

He worked his way up to Mark's torso and started to keep going. I cut in
quietly. "Bryan, would you really not even slip a hand under your lady's
shirt on your way up? Don't you want to get to what she's got under there?"

He paused and grinned down at Mark, then started massaging his flanks and
gently teasing the bottom of his shirt up until he could slip a hand
under. I could see the hair on Mark's belly and the thicker treasure trail
disappearing into his pants as Bryan's hand roamed.

"You feel so good, baby," he cooed. He started slowly unbuttoning Mark's
shirt from the bottom, giving himself more access to Mark's belly. He
caressed and stroked and then moved up to the next button and the next,
finally exposing the valley between Mark's heavy pecs. He ran his hands out
over Mark's hairy chest. "I missed these so much. I had dreams about them."

He pinched Mark's nipples lightly and for the first time Mark reacted. His
eyes clamped shut. He hissed and his back arched.

"Oh, my baby misses that, doesn't she?" Bryan's hands tugged and twisted
and Mark's groaned out loud. His head thrashed back and forth.

Bryan slowly pulled his hands out and took his time opening the top button
of Mark's shirt. He gently slid the shirt open, peeling it back to expose
his whole muscled chest.

Mark was staring at him like Bryan was threatening him with a Taser.

Bryan shot him a wicked grin and then schooled his expression into
something tender. "I remember what my baby likes." He bent his head
down. Just as Mark started to protest ("Wait—"), Bryan flicked his
tongue back and forth across his nipple. Mark's objection was lost in a
groan and his back arched up again.

Bryan's hand reached up to the other nipple and gently pulled and twisted,
making Mark buck and pant.  Just when he got a reaction, he bit Mark's
nipple.

"Jesus Christ!" Mark yelled. His knees jumped up and for a second I thought
he was actually gonna wrap his legs around Bryan's waist. Instead his hands
snapped up and he grabbed the sides of Bryan's head, forcing his mouth
tight against his pec. "Oh, fuck! Don't stop! Don't stop!" His head was
tossing around uncontrollably and his hips thrust up, grinding against
Bryan's erection.

Bryan didn't stop. He chewed and sucked and bit and pulled and twisted
Mark's nipples while Mark thrashed and moaned and spewed obscenities
underneath him. It went on for a good ten minutes.

Suddenly Mark grabbed Bryan's head again and pulled him up. Bryan fell on
top of him and their mouth's mashed together. Bryan was thrusting his hard
cock against Mark, humping him like crazy.

Just when they were at the peak of their heat, I cut in. "OK, that's
great. We can go on to the next one."

It took a second for my words to sink in. They blinked, staring straight
into each other's eyes. Bryan slowly pulled himself back and a trail of
glistening pre-cum stretched from the head of his cock down to Mark's
belly-button. He was panting, and the heat in his face was obvious when he
looked at Mark.

Mark was panting too, and he looked even more disheveled with his mangled
shirt bunched up around him and his hair tossed everywhere. He looked
fixedly down at the couch and his face was flaming red under his tan.

"That was really good, guys. You're starting to get how it works now. If
you can act that well with everything, you're gonna make a shit-load of
money on the real thing. OK, it's not fair for me to pick since I've seen
the list, so Mark you pick another number. One to a hundred."

He took a deep breath and didn't look up. "Twelve."

"And Bryan or me."

"You."

He might have been hoping to make me do something faggy. He'd have had a
chance if there were actually a list on the screen. I pretended to find
that item. "Oh, this is an easy one. Go ahead and strip down." I pulled off
my own shirt and started dropping my pants.

He started stripping, but I could see the alarm on his face. Mark was a
relatively beefy guy, but I'm a lot bigger. And when I pulled my pants off,
my thick ten-inch dick was clearly plumped. Whatever Bryan's treatment of
his tits had done for him, his dick had shriveled back up with
embarrassment since.

He looked at me nervously. "What do we need to do?"

I picked up a little brown bottle. "You ever do poppers? No? Well, you just
sniff `em and they give you a nice little buzz." I held it up to my nose
and inhaled deeply through each nostril. "See? Like that." I passed it to
him.

He sniffed tentatively and I laughed. "No man, take a deep huff. Good. Now
another one." A couple of seconds later I saw him rock as it mixed with his
alcohol buzz and hit him. His eyes lost a little bit of focus. "Feels good,
doesn't it?"

"Yeah. It's nice." He actually smiled a little.

I shrugged and pushed him back down on the couch. "That was number
twelve. Told you it was easy."

 He looked confused. "Wait. Why did we strip?"

"Oh, it was just time for you to catch up with Bryan and I didn't want you
to think I wouldn't do it. Bryan, your turn to pick a number."

"Um... fifty. And Mark. I still feel like I owe him something for the
blowjob."

I glanced at the non-existent list. "Actually, fifty is for all three of
us, but Mark gets to be in the middle.  Mark, get on the floor on your
back."

He slowly slid down off the couch. I thought he was looking nervous again,
so I pushed the poppers at him and he took a couple of deep hits. And then
a couple more.

I passed them to Bryan "You try `em too. See if you can catch up with
Mark." He didn't hesitate—I think he'd have inhaled half the bottle if I
didn't take it back. He had a glazed look and a silly grin when he gave it
up.

"OK, now we're gonna pretend-fuck. Bryan, you get between his legs." I
knelt down with a knee on each side of Mark's head and lowered my balls to
his mouth. "Mark, you go ahead and make my nuts feel good." I started
gently pulling and twisting his nips and he groaned and squirmed. His
tongue started lapping at my sack and my big black pole started climbing up
from plump to nice and hard. I noticed that his own dick started to fill
out just a little.

I tossed Bryan a bottle of lube. "Slick yourself up with this and start
rubbing your dick around his hole.  You know, kind of hump his crack. Lift
his legs up. Don't forget to make it sound good."

Bryan got in position and picked Mark's heavy legs up. I saw that his legs
got a lot lighter when I gave his nipples a serious twist. He groaned and
his back arched again and he sucked my ball-sack into his mouth and started
working on it desperately. His dick turned out to be about seven inches,
uncut and thick. I know, because that's when it snapped up.

While Mark was moaning and sucking my balls, Bryan leaned over him and
started fucking motions in his crack. "God damn, Mark, your ass feels
good. It fits around my dick like a nice pair of tits. Fucking hot!  Oh
Jesus, I could blow my load all over you this way."

I let it go on for a few minutes, but I cut it off before Bryan could
actually blow. Thanks to the rough treatment I was giving Mark's tits, I
don't think my balls have ever had better mouth-action. I let him go.  "OK
guys, that's good. I'm starting to think you have what it takes. Let's do
one more and we'll call it a night."

I could tell Bryan was reluctant to put Mark's legs down, but he backed
away, leaving a smear of lube and pre-cum on Mark's taint. Even Mark had a
little drop forming at the head of his cock and this time his dick didn't
go limp as soon as we separated. They were both breathing hard.

"Mark, the last choice goes back to you. Pick a number."

"Let's try number one."

I pretended to consult the list and raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure? That
one is kind of advanced." I looked thoughtful. "On the other hand, it would
definitely put you guys over the top if you can do it."

"Why, what is it?"

"Oh, no," I laughed. "That's not how we play this game. If we were gonna do
that I could have just showed you the whole list in the first place. No,
you have to finish the audition or not, and if you don't finish you're
out."

Bryan punched Mark lightly. "Of course we're doing it, right? We sure as
hell didn't do all this just to bail at the last second and get nothing out
of it."

Mark nodded. "Yeah. We're in. What is it?"

"This one has some light bondage. We're gonna have to go in the
bedroom. I'll take the camera, you guys follow me and take a few more
sniffs on the poppers." My dick was already hard, and as I turned toward
the bedroom the first bead of cock-drool started oozing out. I was really
looking forward to this.

I turned on the light and gestured at the bed. "There's some ropes with
Velcro cuffs in the headboard for both of you. Bryan, why don't you go
ahead and cuff Mark's hands and ankles while I get the camera set up?" They
fumbled around, giggling and joking, and I deliberately wasted time with
the camera until Bryan had Mark on his back with his hands cuffed to the
headboard of the bed. Then I wandered over and checked his work. "Good
job. Now you lay down on the other side of the bed and I'll cuff you."

I fastened Bryan's hands down and he kept laughing. "Fuck, man. This is
kinky as hell."

I grinned. "People love this stuff. There are women who'll pay you a
fortune to tie them up like this.  Here, have another hit." I held the
poppers under their noses for a long time. "OK, now let's take care of your
ankles." I slipped those cuffs on him and then threaded the long ropes of
their ankles cuff through eyebolts that were screwed into the wall above
the headboard.

Once everything was attached, I looked them over. "Now relax, Mark... I'm
gonna starting pulling on these ropes and it's gonna pull your legs up in
the air and apart. Don't tense up." He did as he was told, grinning at the
silliness of it.

Bryan laughed at how his friend was splayed open. "Damn, man, you look like
a total whore, opened up like that."

I tied Mark's ropes off. "Well, now it's your turn to look like a whore," I
said. "So don't you tense up either." I pulled his ropes and gently raised
his legs and spread them wide. He really showed his gymnast training by how
wide open he went. I have a king-sized bed, but still their legs made an X
in the air in the middle of the bed.

"All right, only one more thing." I opened a drawer and pulled out two
ribbed rubber balls with straps.  "These are called ball gags. I'm going to
put one in your mouth. Open up, and when you close you can get your teeth
down into the ridges." They each obediently accepted one and I strapped it
closed around the back of their heads.

"Comfortable?" They nodded, their eyes still crinkling with laughter.

"Good." I turned on some music and filled the room with a nice easy beat
before I turned back and climbed up on the bed at Mark's ass. I smeared a
heavy coat of lube on my dick. I could see a little concern in his eyes,
but they were laser-focused on my cock.

I leaned down over him so that my thick 10-inch black pipe was resting on
his package. His 7-incher had started to shrivel and was looking like
little boy dick next to mine. I rested the weight of my hips on his raised
ass and gently crushed his balls between us while I reached up and started
teasing and tweaking his nipples. He moaned around the ball gag and
reflexively arched his back again. With the ropes holding his ankles up, it
had the effect of shoving his ass up against my dick.

I laughed and twisted harder, making him groan and squirm helplessly. "Oh,
yeah. You have bitch titties, don't you? They gave you away. You want
people to think you're a big tough jock, but you're really nothing but a
bitch for a real man to use. I'm gonna show you how much of a bitch you
are."

I slid my hips down and his dick jumped up when the weight of mine moved
off of it. I dragged my pole back and forth through his crack, loving the
feel of my fat head raked against his cheeks. I made sure I was sliding
across his pucker every time. I looked over at Bryan and grinned "You're
right about his ass, dude. It does fit around a man like a pair of tits."

Then I bent my head down to his real titty and started sucking and chewing
on his nipple.  "UUUUHHHHHH!" was the only noise he could make through the
ball gag, but his whole body spasmed and bucked so hard that he actually
lifted my weight with his ass.

I didn't give him any relief. When he arched his back the next time, I slid
my arm under him and locked him to me. I clamped my mouth on his nip and
chewed and chewed and chewed until he was screaming in ecstasy through the
gag and shaking so hard he was sweating. His nip was swollen and purple
when I let it go, but I just moved to the other one and did it all over
again. When I finally broke away that time he was limp with
exhaustion—except for his pecker, which was rock-hard and drooling like
a firehose between us.

I stretched out on top of him, through the wide V of his tied-up
legs. "Let's see what other sensitive spots this little bitch has." I
started licking and chewing on the hollow of his neck and that earned me a
long whine. "Oh, you like that too, don't you?" I sucked and chewed for a
good five minutes, deliberately raising hickies all over his neck while he
whined and panted.

Then I moved on to his ears. Sure enough, he squirmed and moaned when I
licked and sucked at them.  "Damn, baby. Looks like you have every hot spot
a good bitch needs. I wonder if you have the best one of all?" I pulled
myself off him and stood up on my knees, looking at him quivering through
the frame of his raised legs. "I guess there's only one way to find out,
huh?"

I touched the tip of my dick to the little dark knot at the center of his
pucker. My dick is fat enough that the head completely covered his ring. I
leaned in and put just the slightest amount of pressure on it.

His eyes snapped open wide and he shook his head violently. I knew what he
was saying but the noises he made around the gag just sounded like "OH!
OH!" His hard-on collapsed and his dick started to shrivel.

I grinned and ran my hands down the inside of his shaking legs, but I
didn't back off. "Relax, baby," I cooed. "Relax. I promise it'll feel
good. I've opened up lots of bitches like you." I leaned in a little more,
and felt the heat of his insides kiss the slit of my cock.

"OH! OH! OH!" he tried to yell while he thrashed his head `no'. He yanked
hard at his ropes and his own pull jammed his ass up at me. His ass-ring
broke open with the force and snapped closed behind my fat cockhead.

He froze like he was paralyzed and then he screamed into the ball gag. His
eyes were bulging and tears of pain starting pouring out. He tried to drop
away but I just shifted my weight with him.

I sat there with the head of my dick plugging him up and chuckled. "Damn,
baby. Don't be greedy—you can't take a real man's dick all at once. This
is a big piece of meat. It's not like your little pinky-dick. But don't
worry, you're gonna get it all. I always know what a bitch can take."

For the record, what a jock bitch can take is as much as I want to give
him, and that's always the whole thing.

His ass was crazy hot and tight around my cock-head, but I forced myself to
stay still and give him a couple minutes to lay there and adjust. Finally
his breathing calmed and the tears stopped leaking out of his eyes. "Good,
baby, good. Your bitch pussy feels so good to me, baby. I can't wait to
open it all the way up." I let my hands trail up his body and my palms
drift in slow circles across his bruised, swollen nipples. "I'm gonna make
you feel so good."

I gave it plenty of time. It took a while for his nipples to re-connect,
but finally his eyes tracked back to my hands and his chest started to rise
and fall with deep breaths. "There we go," I murmured. "Now my bitch is
ready to make her man happy." I pushed another inch into his chute and
waited while his eyes watered and he groaned again.

I kept working his nips and it didn't take him quite as long to adjust that
time. Before long, he was ready and I fed another inch of meat into him. It
was a good ten minutes before I bottomed out and my heavy ball-sack was
resting on his taint. I stretched out on top of him and licked and sucked
at his ear while I murmured to him. "There you go, baby. Daddy's got your
cherry now. He's popped you wide open and now he's gonna make you the
happiest little bitch in the world." I started a gentle rocking with my
hips, shifting back and forth by an easy inch and then building a little
more and a little more as he adjusted.

In another five minutes, I was giving him a slow long-dicking, dragging my
fat cock-head along his chute all the way up from the deepest part of his
guts to catch on his ass-ring and then plunge back in. His panting slid
into moaning. I felt movement under my abs and glanced down... his dick was
climbing up to attention. "Now you're getting there, aren't you bitch? You
like what daddy's big dick does to you, don't you?" I twisted his sore
nipples and his ass bucked automatically.

He nodded feverishly.

"Yeah, I knew you would. You just needed me to make you admit it." I spoke
low and soft while I kept up the relentless smooth fuck and nipple
twisting. "You're gonna be nothing but a cunt from now on. Your pretty ass
is all the way open and you're gonna need to fill it with dick to make you
happy. You're gonna spread your legs for any man that wants in, and you're
gonna do whatever you have to for him."

I picked up the pace and started drilling him for real. His head was
thrashing and his dick was bouncing and leaking everywhere. I kept talking,
digging into his head and his ass at the same time. "A bitch never forgets
when she lost her cherry. You're gonna remember this for the rest of your
life. Feel the way my fat dick opens you up. You love that, don't you?
You're gonna have to have that all the time, but nobody will ever be like
me `cause your sweet, hot ass is shaped to my cock now. I'm the one that
opened you up and for your whole life you're gonna dream about having me in
you again."

I started drawing back and slamming all the way into his guts. My hips were
smacking into his muscle- cheeks and my balls were bouncing off of him. I
started grunting. "Daddy's gonna knock you up, baby. I make a big wad and
the whole thing is goin' in your ass." I slapped his face lightly. "You
want my load in you, don't you? Tell me you want it, bitch."

His eyes were wide and afraid, but I twisted his nips hard. He started
nodding and shouting "EH! EH!  EH!" around the gag. Then his eyes rolled
back, his ass clamped down and molded itself to the whole length of my
cock, and he sprayed rope after rope of cum all the way up his body,
matting it into his chest hair and even coating the bottom of his chin.

The squeeze of his ass lit a fuse in my dick that burned into my nuts. I
bottomed out in him just in time and they exploded. I wasn't lying when I
said I make a big wad—I flooded him with ball-juice.

I eased my weight down onto him again, keeping my shaft buried while it
twitched and jerked inside him. His eyes were completely glazed and drool
was running down his cheek, out from around the gag.

It was time to make the change in him stick. I caressed his nipples
lightly, just dragging my fingertips over them, and nuzzled and sucked at
his neck gently. I worked my way up to his ear and licked and
kissed. "You're my baby, now, aren't you? Are you glad I'm the one who took
your cherry, baby?"

He struggled to focus on me and nodded slowly. He tilted his cheek against
mine and caressed my face with it. "And you'll do what I said and open this
sweet ass for other guys, won't you? You'll make as many men happy as you
can, right?" He nodded.

"That's my baby. Now you rest for a little bit." I slowly hauled myself up
off of him and my dick slid out with a wet slurp. His chute hung open and
empty and a stream of cum poured out of it to run down onto the bed. I
grabbed the camera and got some great shots of how totally fucked he was
and what his gaping, cummy hole looked like. I lowered his legs to give him
some relief.

I gave myself a second to catch my breath before I looked at Bryan. "Your
buddy did great; he'll be a big hit. I'm gonna have to take a break before
I do you, though." I patted his washboard abs and laughed.  "Don't go
anywhere."

I wandered into the kitchen and made myself a drink and got a
snack. Flipped through the channels on TV and watched part of a game. You
know... recharged. I fucking loved knowing that there was a crazy hot piece
of straight ass tied up in my bed just waiting for me.

Finally I wandered back in and went to Bryan's side of the bed. His eyes
were huge and his cock was shriveled as I stepped up and ran my hands over
him, feeling his tight lean muscles. I made sure my cock was dangling just
a few inches from his face when I asked "You ready for your turn?"

No surprise, he shook his head violently.

I pretended to misunderstand his answer. "Oh, right, I forgot the
poppers. Here." I pinched one nostril and then the other, forcing him to
breathe the fumes for a long time till his eyes started to glaze. "There
you go. Now you're ready."

"Oh, don't worry. I know you're straight—not like your bitch buddy there
who just needed a man to show him what he likes." I glanced over at Mark in
time to see him blush hard and turn his head away. I slapped Bryan's
ass. "May as well get this over with, right?"

 I slicked a thin layer of lube on my cock. I don't like to use too much
lube with real straight boys, because I like to feel the guy's ass breaking
open. I got between his raised legs and put my dick against his ring, just
like I'd done for his friend. Bryan's ass was creamy white and smooth and
it looked amazing under my veiny black dick.

With Mark, I knew he was a bitch in his heart and I wanted to make sure he
knew it too. With Bryan, I already knew that wasn't gonna happen so there
was no reason for me to make him feel good. I was just gonna make myself
happy with his straight jock ass for as long as I wanted to. And that was
gonna be quite a while.

Bryan was smaller than Mark and his ass-ring was smaller and tighter too. I
leaned on him, wedged it open, and jammed my swollen cock-head in. He
thrashed and screamed into the ball-gag, but I didn't even look up at
him. I was too busy loving the sight of his tight ring locking down behind
the flare of my head and the feel of his heat swallowing me. Jesus god, his
ass was hot!

I had to have more. I had to. I couldn't go inch-by-inch with this one—I
wanted in him too bad for that. I sank into him with one long slow
shove. The whole way down, his chute resisted, and the whole way down my
fat head plowed right on through. It was beautiful.

My black balls made themselves comfortable on the cushion of his creamy
white ass just about the time he stopped yelling and went limp. That
happens sometimes. He wasn't really unconscious—just in shock from the
pain. I waited and enjoyed the feel of his hot ass stretching around my
shaft. It only took him twenty seconds or so to come back to life. He
started shaking and pouring sweat and groaning.

I laughed. "God damn, I love breaking open a straight boy. You may not be a
bitch like your friend, but you're gonna be a bitch for me. I bet you'll
never let another man in this ass, will you? My cum is gonna own you.  I'm
gonna fill you up with it. Fuck, I'm gonna put so much cum in you, you're
gonna be knocking your ladies up with black babies."

Then I fucked him ragged. I put my whole weight on him and fucked him until
tears were running out of his eyes. I got underneath him and plowed up into
him for a while so the camera could catch great shots of his ass swallowing
my whole cock. Then I got back on top of him and power-fucked him into
submission, beating his ass with my hips so hard that the whole bed was
banging and jumping.

When I decided he had no fight left in him, I ripped the cuffs off and had
him every other way I wanted. I rolled him on his stomach and pounded him,
and then dragged him up onto his hands and knees and took him doggie-style
and spanked his ass while his head was hanging down. Just to make him feel
helpless, I picked him up, wrapped his legs around my waist and fucked him
up against a wall.

It took a long damn time, because I wanted it to.

Finally I carried him back over to the bed and dropped him on his back
beside his buddy—who was watching the whole time with his dick sticking
straight up again. I pinned Bryan's legs to his shoulders and started
long-dicking him while I looked at Mark. "You see, bitch? Even the straight
boys give it up to me. My nuts are getting' tight. His ass is gonna be full
of cream."

I felt my balls simmering and I focused on Bryan. "You hear that? You're
gonna know what a cunt feels like when she's got jizz running out her pussy
and down her leg. Here it comes, pussy! Oh fuck! I'm dumpin' in you right
now!" I dropped down on him, crushing him to the bed and just lay there
while my cock spurted over and over again into him. I've learned that they
can actually feel it jumping and shooting off inside if we're not moving
when I blow, and I wanted him to KNOW I was knocking him up.

I stayed right there until the last twitch of my cock was done and then I
stayed until I caught my breath and I felt my shaft starting to go soft
inside him. Damn, even that felt good. I kept my hips pushed against him so
I couldn't slip out, but I reached up and unsnapped his ball gag and tossed
it away.  "Damn, man. You did a pretty good job with that. When you guys
picked this one, I swear I thought you'd pussy out and quit the
audition. You two are gonna make some real money."

It took him a long time to focus. Finally found his voice and croaked out
words. "You didn't say... we were... gonna get fucked. We were
pretending... for women."

"Oh hell, man. Don't you know anything about this business? I told you this
one was advanced and you insisted you wanted to do it anyway. You oughtta
be happy, though—now that we know you can act with guys, you can make a
lot more money. They don't pay shit for a man to fuck a woman `cause
guys'll do it for free." I reached down and smacked the side of his pretty
ass. "OK, let's wrap this up. Hold your legs up while I grab the camera."

I eased back. He gasped when my soft cock slithered out of his ass with a
wet noise, but he did what I told him to do—too late now, right?—and
used his arms to hold his quivering legs up. I got good shots of him and
then focused in on the cum that was rolling out of his sloppy, open
hole. "This is great video, dudes. When the customers see this, you're
gonna have guys lined up around the block, lookin' for a shot at your ass."

Bryan dropped his legs with a groan. "Hell, no. I'm not getting' fucked
again. It ain't worth it."

I laughed. "I figured you'd say that. You're not a bitch like your friend
here." I nodded at Mark, who still had his hands cuffed and a ball-gag in
his mouth. He was watching us and his dick was still mostly hard.  "You
gotta play if you want to get paid, though." I pretended to look
thoughtful. "You can get it up and fuck a dude if you need to, right? You
didn't have a problem getting hard earlier."

"I guess. If I had to."

"OK. Well, I was gonna wrap up after that last one, but I guess we need to
do one more. If you want to make money that way, you gotta show you can do
it. Let's have you fuck the bitch." I thumbed at his friend Mark.

The eyebrows shot up on both of them. "You're shittin' me! I can't fuck
Mark!"

"Sure you can. Why not?"

"'Cause he's my damn friend! We've known each other since we were kids!"

"You've gone through all this and now you're gonna pussy out just because
you know him? That's stupid. Besides, he just figured out tonight what a
bitch he is. You need to get to know the new Mark. He WANTS you to fuck
him. Here, let's give this a try." I ripped the Velcro cuffs off of Mark's
wrists and took out his ball-gag.

I stepped back and watched them through the camera. I groped myself. "Mark,
tell Bryan how it made you feel to have this big black dick open you up."

Mark blushed and looked away, but his uncut dick jumped. "I liked it," he
whispered.

"And want more, don't you?"

He nodded.

"You sucked Bryan's dick earlier. Let's see you do that again. Bryan, just
lay back and let him do his thing. If you decide you like it after all,
then you just take over when you want and... see what happens."

Mark got between Bryan's legs and looked up at him shyly and then lowered
his mouth. He took Bryan's limp dick in and started gently nursing on it
like he did earlier.

"God damn, Mark," Byan said. "I can't believe you really like this shit. I
thought you were just playing around before." Mark didn't respond except by
sucking in a little more of Bryan's cock.

Bryan sighed and looked at me. "This is a fuck-sight better than what you
did to me." He grimaced. "Shit.  I think I have cum running down my ass."

"You've got a bitch right between your legs," I said. "He'll do anything
you want. Just tell him to lick you clean."

They both jumped just a little and Bryan looked startled at Mark. "What?
Would you do that? Fuck, you would, wouldn't you?"

Mark only hesitated for a second and then answered by pushing his face down
to the bed and trying to lick behind his friend's balls.

Bryan's dick snapped up. "Holy fuck, you really are a bitch!" He raised his
legs to expose his sloppy ass.  "Get your mouth in there and clean me up!
Get it all!" His expression while he watched Mark licking and sucking his
ass was a mix of disgust, fascination and humor.

He let his buddy keep licking long after he was clean, but finally he
pushed Mark's head back and dropped his legs. He looked at his
newly-submissive friend and shook his head. "So, you really want to have
some guy shove his dick in your ass?"

Mark nodded and hung his head. "Yeah," he whispered.

I jumped in. "Speak up for the camera, bitch! Tell everybody watching what
you want!"

He blushed furiously and sounded strangled, but he forced the words out. "I
want to get fucked again!"

Bryan shoved him sideways. "Lay down. On your belly. I don't wanna look at
your face."

Mark dropped down and buried his face in his arms while Bryan got behind
him and kicked his legs open. "Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm gonna do
this." He lined his dick up and shoved it in with a grimace. "Oh fuck,
you're wet in there. I think I'm stirring up his cum. Raise your ass up,
dude."

Mark pushed his bubble-butt up and Bryan went straight to slamming it,
bouncing off of it and making it jiggle and filling the room with smacking
sounds.

I spoke up from behind the camera. "How's his ass feel, Bryan?"

"Actually... pretty damn nice!" He had the wicked grin of a little boy
doing something he knows is wrong.  "He's all hot and slick!"

"You think you could fuck him in front of a customer?"

He slapped Mark's ass once. "Fuck yeah. Why not?"

"He'll help you get off any time you need it, too. If you strike out with a
lady, you don't need to go to bed horny. Just tell this bitch to bend over
and he'll take it."

"I bet he fuckin' would!" He laughed and slapped Mark's ass again. "You're
gonna take care of me from now on, ain't you buddy? Any time I need it,
right?" He wasn't paying attention, but I saw Mark's head nod in his arms.

He pounded away on Mark's ass for another couple minutes before he spoke
again. He was starting to breathe hard. "Tighten your ass for me,
buddy. Squeeze your cheeks together." I saw Mark's ass flex and Bryan
growled. "Oh yeah. That's good. Keep it that way for me. Fuck! It's like
fucking right through a pair of titties into a bitch's throat!" He started
drawing out until his dick-head was actually outside of his buddy's
ass-ring but still trapped in his cheeks, and then plunging back in.

It didn't take long after that. Five minutes, maybe, and Bryan was panting
and groaning. "Fuck, buddy!  Fuck! I'm gonna cum in your ass! You're gonna
be my bitch too! Oh god, you bitch!" He drove in and his head rolled
back. He looked up at the wall, clenching his teeth while his balls emptied
into his friend.

No sooner did his shivering stop, then he yanked himself out and rolled off
the bed, leaving Mark behind with his ass in the air. He paced around the
room shaking his hands at his sides and not looking at the camera or his
friend.

I shut the camera off and put it down. "OK, that seems like it'll do. You
guys can get dressed." I threw on a robe but left it hanging open. They
pulled their clothes on in silence without looking at each other, but Mark
kept looking at my cock.

Nobody said anything until they were ready to walk out the door. Finally
Bryan spoke up. "What do we do now?"

"Just give me a couple of days to show some people the video. That'll give
your asses some time to stop being sore too. Then call me at this number."

I handed them each one of my made-up business cards with a fake phone
number.