Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2021 17:39:24 -0500
From: Keith Hernandez <keithhernandez595@gmail.com>
Subject: Mark Made Me A Bottom

Chapter 1

I wasn't a bit gay. Honest. It had never even been on my radar. Yet
there I was, leaning over Mark's lap, about to slide his cock into my
mouth. I licked my lips and opened up...it was big and I stretched my
mouth down over it, finally letting my lips and tongue settle down on it.
I held it for just a second and then began to slowly, gently, bob up and
down on him, I didn't want my teeth to scrape so I was careful. But
after a few moments I actually began to suck. I heard Mark let out a soft
groan and his hand was on the back of my head. "Mmmm..." I let out a
little moan myself, partly out of discomfort and partly out of...my god it
was partly out of pleasure. How in the hell did I get to this point?


I was 16 and working at my first job, Mark was the assistant manager. I
think he was just done with college, there was a local junior college
that a lot of the older guys went to. So he was maybe 20. He seemed a lot
older. He was bigger than me and had a ponytail. He was cool--everyone
liked and respected him. He set the schedule and closed when the boss had
days off. I had no inkling at all of his sexual tastes, I assumed he was
straight like me. And to be honest, maybe he was. Maybe he was a lot more
straight than me. After all, I was the one who would end up sucking him
off, not the other way around. I worked in the spring and summer and
loved it. So many firsts--my first real job, my first older friends, my
first beer. I drove to work almost every day and loved my job at the mall
movie theatre. It gave my teenage ego a huge boost. I was honored and
happy to go out for a couple beers after work with the older guys, who
gave me a fake ID. I was having a great time. And when Mark asked me if I
wanted to go have a beer and cruise around after work I said yes with no
hesitation. The first time we just parked and drank a couple beers and
then went home. We talked and it was awesome to hang out with him. The
next time we parked, things took a turn.


It started with Mark talking about sex. And how horny he was. I laughed
and joked around, I mean what did I know? I was a virgin but I wasn't
going to admit that. For me, the entirety of my sex life was jacking off
to Playboy and sneaking a look at a the porn tapes my dad had. I had
never come close to a girl, but I knew what to do. I thought I did
anyway. Mark kept going on about sex... "If I could just get off it would
be great," he said and kind of looked at me.


I asked him what he did when he got super horny, and he said he tried to
get a girl to, you know, "blow him." I laughed, "Well good luck" I
said, or something like that.


"You could help me," he said. Just like that. Then he asked if I had
ever had a blow job. I admitted I had not. I remember there was a pause
and although I was a little weirded out by the conversation, it did not
occur to me what he was driving at until he tugged at his crotch. I could
see the outline of his cock in his slacks. He then unsnapped and unzipped
his pants, making my eyes widen. I think I froze. Was he going to pull
out his cock? And before I could think, out it came. He was circumsized
and bigger than me, that was obvious. I was always kind of self-conscious
of the fact that I had kind of a needle-dick. Thin and not very long but
close to average I supposed. Mark, on the other hand, was thick and as
his cock sprang out it wobbled, not yet hard but already sticking up
higher than mine ever would.


I was shocked. I should have just opened the door to the car and bolted.
Or told him to get the fuck out. But I was kind of stoked to be there
with him and he was so cool, and what went through my mind was all that
kind of of stuff. I just sat there for a second and I felt butterflies in
my stomach. Sucking him off didn't really register in that moment. But
it became obvious that was what he wanted when he brought his hand up and
put in on the back of my neck. He squeezed it lightly a couple of times
but he kept it there, holding my head in place as he looked me right in
the eye. I lowered my gaze to his crotch, where his cock now stood erect.
It curved and I remember just staring at it. He was holding it at the
base but he let go of it and moved his seat back. His cock didn't move.
It was rock hard. What the hell. What in the holy hell? I shook my head
as best I could with his grip on the back of my neck and said "No" but
my voice was weak and when I said it again it just kind of trailed off to
a soft whisper.


"It's no big deal," he said, "I'm just so horny...I won't tell a
soul. No one." I looked back up at him as if to confirm that this would
be our secret. "Come on...come on." And that is all he said. Come
on--and damned if I didn't just lean over and...before I had a lot of
time to think about it, his cock was sliding in and out of my mouth. It
was warm. It was hard. It was big. I was ashamed, for sure...but I still
kept going. I kept sucking and he began to take more control, holding my
head and pushing down. I gagged a couple times and his cock was soon
slick with my saliva. He fiddled with the seat, laying further back. I
looked at him and was ashamed. Very humiliated. I was sucking Mark's
cock! And he put my head back down on his pecker and began to move it for
me, faster and deeper, I moaned and kind of tried to pull off of him but
he kept a hold of my head and then both hands were on me and it was clear
he was using my mouth to jack himself off. I took comfort in this thought
for a moment. This wasn't gay this was just one guy using another to get
off. That's all.


It wasn't long before it happened. He began to groan and stiffen and his
breath sucked in and he went faster and faster and deeper and deeper
until his cock pulsed and shot cum into the back of my mouth. It was was
so warm! It filled up my mouth and he just kept bouncing my mouth up and
down, up and down, cum and more cum. Finally he held it very deep and
very still. I reflexively swallowed some of his cum but a lot of it was
coming out and running down into his crotch. I am ashamed to admit that I
did tighten my lips around his shaft. I was definitely disgusted that
Mark had just used me and shot his load into my mouth but I was also a
little relieved that it was over and there was a tiny bit of excitement.
I had just sucked Mark off! I did want to please him. I have to admit
that. It did occur to me. I think thats why my lips and mouth tightened
and I bobbed a couple times up and down on my own when it was over. I did
do that. I got some more cum in my mouth and I swallowed a second time.
It was hot and salty and gross.


I quickly pulled off as he groaned deeply and I wiped my mouth on my
sleeve and tried to get the taste of sperm out of my mouth. That just
made cum smear all over my sleeve and cheek and I sat up and took my beer
outside and cleaned up more, swishing beer and spitting. But in the end,
I got back in the car next to him as he sat up and started the car,
thanking me. He told me I gave good head. I told him I never had done
anything like that before. It was just a minute later he dropped me off
at my car and said good night. I was kind in a fog and my stomach was
turning. What the hell...what the holy hell? My mind was a jumble as I
drove home. I was ashamed and kind of in a panic. What if someone found
out? What if he tells everyone? Did I just really suck Mark's cock? What
if he wants me to again? Did I like sucking on him? Am I gay? What am I
going to do? I didn't sleep well that night. And it was not over, me and
Mark.


Chapter 2:


I avoided Mark like the plague after the blow job. I was haunted by it
for days and weeks and worried about people finding out, but nothing
changed at all. I got more comfortable with it. I knew I wasn't gay, I
just chalked it up to a one time thing. I tried anyway. The thing was, I
still liked Mark. He was still cool, I couldn't avoid him at work
forever and when we did hang out up at the cash register or at the ticket
stand things were fine. If anything, he treated me better, treated me
more as an equal, which boosted my teenage self-esteem. A couple times he
did ask if I wanted to hang out, but I didn't want to have to to suck
his cock again. But I began to hedge a bit. Maybe we could just hang out,
nothing else. Of course, I was a little shy. I lacked self-confidence to
assert myself or set boundaries. I ending up hanging out with him again
and and just hoping that I didn't have to suck his dick. But of course,
the first time after we got together after that he managed to get me
alone and it was instantly obvious he had designs on me. He touched my
neck and cheek and got super close and kind of pulled me aside in his
garage (we met after work with some other co-workers). Soon the crowd
thinned out and I wanted to leave but he coaxed me into his house and
without really realizing it, we were alone. He acted casual when I asked
where everyone else went.


"They must have gone home. I think a bunch went over to Brian's place,
his folks are gone. You want to go there?" I did but I didn't want to
get back in his car. So I tried to leave but he had some new music we had
talked about so I went with him into the kitchen and then the living room
to find it. But we ended up in his bedroom to play it. Oh boy. Now I was
alone with him in his room. And he rubs my shoulders and has me sit on
the bed. And then, of course, he pulls me to him and starts kissing me.
It was, in my opinion, grosser than when I sucked him off. I hated his
lips and the stubble and his tongue was in my mouth. I pulled away as
much as I could but he was pretty strong and he kind of just kissed me
and frenched me whether I wanted it or not. I struggled but not so much
as to make a scene. He didn't say anything, He just kind of slid me off
the side of the bed so I was on my knees in between his legs.


For some reason I didn't run or say anything as he slid his zipper down
and produced his large, stiffening cock. It curved up out of his pants
and in the better light of his bedroom I could see his big head and the
vein and it was right below my chin, with pubic hair running up to his
stomach. He pushed his pants down further which I don't know how he
managed, since he was holding me in place at the same time.


Now I had a decision to make. I looked at his face and he was staring
down at me while he pulled the cock up and rubbed it gently on my face.
He ran it across my nose and lips and I could feel the heat. Was I going
to do this again? Why? I honestly don't know why except there was a part
of me that must have liked something about it.


He finally said something about how good I was at it last time and my
mouth kind of reflexively parted and took the tip in. I closed my eyes
and held the shaft as I slid the whole head in and started sucking again.
I couldn't believe it but I figured what the hell. I did it once and it
seemed like no one knew so maybe just one more time. I sat up a little on
my knees to get comfortable and I started to suck his cock. Back and
forth, with my mouth wetting his cock, I sucked. I would glance up and
see him watching me, his hand helping guide me, little moans and sighs.
Mmmm...I groaned myself. I felt under and took hold of his balls, pulling
them and drawing a deeper moan from him. He didn't take very long. I
suppose I was down there five minutes at most.


My jaw was a little sore and I gagged a couple times but mostly I just
tried to keep good suction and speed and get him off. And boy did he get
off. When he tensed and his cock throbbed it fired a very large, very hot
jet of sperm into my mouth. I must admit. I kind of liked it when he
came. I knew it was over and I knew I did a good job. I barely stroked
him. I just sucked hard and fast and I kept going until his cock stopped
spurting and my mouth was so full of cum and saliva you could hear when I
gulped it down. I didn't think that much about swallowing. I was too
naive to know whether I should swallow or spit. I just did what came
natural and swallowed his load. There was no going back now. I had pretty
much willingly sucked off Mark a second time and swallowed his cum to
boot. And I didn't hate it. In fact I had a raging hard on, which
surprised me.


When I cleaned up we talked a little bit and he started feeling my rear
end, like I was a girl. But he ignored the bulge in my pants, which
quickly went down, and I was happy to get out of there. I had feelings
all over the place. He was a forceful guy, and I was a shy insecure kid 3
years younger. He was taking advantage of me and getting me to suck his
dick, I knew this. But I wasn't fighting it hard at all. I was totally
confused and wondered when it would happen again.




Chapter 3:


I thought about quitting my job. I had to. I couldn't keep going like
this--I was down on my knees in the projector booth, Mark's pants were
bunched at his ankles and I was bobbing and sucking, bobbing and sucking
his big penis. My mouth was stretched and sore and my eyes were tearing
up from choking when he would try to force it down my throat. But I kept
at it, squeezing his balls and pulling them down to get that big dick
tight. He was big and thick to begin with but when he swelled in my mouth
I knew what was coming...I paused and held the big smooth head in my mouth
and nursed like a baby, moaning when he erupted, flooding my mouth with
cum. I swallowed it and licked and sucked his cock some more, cleaning it
from the hairs on his shaft to the sensitive tip. There was no denying
it. I loved it. On some gay level I loved serving that big cock, and I
was hard in my pants to prove it. But I had to get out. He stood and put
his hand on my head as he gathered up his pants and began to buckle
everything back up. I don't remember what he said, my ears were ringing
and my mouth tasted like his sperm. My lips were sore. I just had to
quit. I had followed him upstairs to the booth and he pretty much made me
suck him off. Before that he had squeezed both cheeks really hard and
lifted me off the ground. It was getting out of hand.


Over the next few weeks he just made me into his boy more and more. On
one level I liked the attention...I could go where he went, we hung out,
that part was fun, it was like I had this cool best friend. But he put
his hands on me way too much when people were not looking, and it was
sexual. His hand on my butt, rubbing my neck, kissing me hard. That was
gross, but like everything else I was kind of getting used to it. Thank
god it wasn't very often.


I don't remember my fourth blow job. After a while it was a blur. I know
I sucked him off a lot at work. Every single time he closed, which was
2-3 nights a week, I was there also, on my knees, servicing him in the
office or up in the booth. We had our car rides and I always went down
and did my job then, and when no one was around he took me into his room
in his parent's house and I sucked his cock there. Oh it was for sure a
daily or nightly thing. I was getting pretty damn good at sucking on his
penis and swallowing his cum. I took every drop of semen Mark produced. I
was his personal cocksucker. The thing is, there was nothing like it. A
big thick cock, so warm, and shooting cum that was even warmer. It was so
hot in your mouth it was addictive. And then it kind of grew into more.
Ouch.


Chapter 4:


Up the ass. I knew where we were headed. Mark was going to fuck me up the
ass. He would grab my ass and squeeze it really hard, or smack it, or
caress it gently, but the longer we were together the more physical
things were getting back there.


We were back in his room one night and I was blowing him, and we were
both on the bed, and his hands roamed down to my ass, which was becoming
more regular. His hand slipped into my pants and he sort of worked them
down and pulled on me and hunched me up so I could keep sucking him while
he had access to my rear end. He ran his hands over my cheeks and his
fingers started brushing my taint and my anus. I sucked as hard as I
could...I didn't want his hard cock in my ass. For one, he had a really
big cock and I was a virgin, and for two, any shred of manhood left would
be gone if Mark started bending me over and fucking me up the ass.


So I sucked as hard as I could to try and get him off. But I think maybe
he thought I liked it, because from that point on, if he could, he would
start fingering me when I sucked him off. Eventually out of nowhere he
produced a little bottle of KY and the penetration started. His finger
felt weird but not painful. He would just pump it and rub around in my
ass while I blew him. I wimpered "no" of course and clinched up but it
didn't matter, nothing stopped him. Soon I just accepted that my ass was
to be fingered from time to time. If it stopped there, well okay. But it
didn't.


We were in the booth upstairs, we were alone, he had been handling me a
lot that night and after closing up we went upstairs and down I went. I
was on my knees contentedly nursing on that fat pecker, my eyes closed,
really enjoying the feel of the cock in my mouth knowing I was going to
make him cum in a couple of minutes. My hands gently squeezed his balls
and thighs. He then picked me up by my arms which surprised me. He leaned
me over the big desk and pulled some baby wipes out and cleaned off his
cock...before cleaning my crack and asshole. Oh shit...was this really
going to happen. I was not ready for it. He squeezed and enjoyed my meaty
teen cheeks and he squirted lube on his finger and slid it into me,
making my back arch as I threw my head back and gasped at the intrusion.
After a few moments he pulled out and put more lube on. No...this can't
happen, I thought. I raised up and looked back at him and his rock hard
cock--which stuck straight up behind me as he slicked it up with lube and
wiped his hands.


"Mark I don't know..." I started to say but he cut me off.

"I will be gentle." But his voice was stern and so was his gaze.

"Bend over and get your butt in the air." He repeated it when I looked
at him, not believing he was going to fuck me in the ass.

"BEND OVER." And he pushed on me and I did it. I bent over. Oh my
God...I bent over for him.


I spread my legs a little and I raised up a bit, my pink asshole turned
up and open to him. I will never forget it. His hard cock, hot through
the lube, pushed and rubbed on my anus. It was thick, too thick to get
in...ohhhhhhh! He pushed forward firmly and began to cleve into my ass. He
was gentle, but only to a point...he was pushing firmly into me, drawing
sounds from me I can't quite describe. Ahhhh...unnngggg...ohhhh...Nothing
that thick or big had ever penetrated my body. My anus was stretched
painfully wide. It hurt but I took deep breaths as he took my anal
cherry. He paused and then with his hands on my hips controlling me, he
slid the rest of his penis into me. He was painfully deep and my
stretched ring was gripping the base of his shaft as his pubes mashed
against me. I could feel it. I could feel him fully inside of me.


I panted and put my head down... "Ohhhhhnnnnnnnngghh. Maarrrrk you're up
my ass...Maaarrrk! No... Maaaarrrkkk....fuck you're bigggg...it's so
deeeep!" I moaned his name and groaned loudly when he pushed it deep.


And then he began to really fuck me. Sliding out, there was a tickle
feeling that made my toes curl, and then a hard push back in which took
my breath away as I grunted. Over and over during the next couple of
minutes Mark pushed in and out of me, gripping my hips and picking up
speed and intensity until I was sure I was going to be permanently hurt.
Deep into my guts he pumped now...I could hear his moans and sounds of
pleasure. "So tight...such a nice little ass. I'm going to fill you up.
I'm going to fuck your ass and fill you up...You want my cum up your ass
boy?"


The dirty talk turned me on but all I could do was close my eyes and
moan. He was full force ass-fucking me. He swelled...he paused...and then
he pumped my bowels full of semen. He came as loud and as hard and as
forceful as he could. He crushed me against the desk and roared. He was a
man...taking his woman. I was his woman...a pussy who had just taken his
man's hot load inside. I whimpered as he withdrew ... I felt wide open
and my anus felt strange and tingled. There was pleasure I could not
deny. I was hard. I was sore. I was humiliated. Mark gave my ass a hard
slap on each cheek. "That's my boy...that's my girl"...he chuckled,
mocking me. He pulled up his clothes. I could hear him behind me but I
laid there in a state of shock and pain and knowing I was never going to
be the same. Slowly I straightened up and pulled my pants up, feeling the
loose asshole and the dripping cum from just being fucked hard in the
ass. "Oh Godddd," I said. Mark put his arm around me and told me to
wait for him downstairs. He finished up and came down later and gave me a
ride home like nothing happened.


Chapter 5


Mark gave me a magazine article about how to take care of my rectum and
how to keep my ass ready for anal sex. I was mortified. "What?" I asked
meekly, "You want me to do this...when? All the time? Or..." He
interrupted me with a wave. "All the time, girl. Always have your ass
ready for your Daddy. Understand?" I sighed but nodded. He called
himself "Daddy." What is that about? The stuff in the article was about
taking care of your backdoor and enemas and holy cow it was ridiculous.
What was I doing? What had I gotten myself into?


I wanted to leave, to run, to quit. But there was a part of me that was a
submissive girl to my alpha male. There was a part of me that was getting
something from being dominated and servicing Mark. There was a part of me
that wanted to call him Daddy. And so I did what he said. I followed the
instructions and I kept my anal passage ready for his pleasure when he so
desired. Which was fairly regularly as it turned out. Thank goodness he
still mainly was satisfied by being sucked off because his big cock left
me sore and humiliated whenever he fucked me in the ass. He would get me
alone and I would suck him to full hardness and then he would lean back,
fish out lube and slather it on his cock before working it into my butt
an inch or two and a time, until his meat was buried balls deep into me.


"Oh Godddd..." I would moan as he worked me over, his strong legs
pinning mine as he held me by my neck or hips or whatever he wanted to
grab in order to give me a good strong fucking up my ass. He used my anal
passage as his personal fuck toy and as he fucked me I felt my anus
rubbed and rubbed until...until I began to have an orgasm. No joke. From
deep in my bowels I felt a rising tickle that couldn't be stopped. Until
it caused my penis to swell and then explode. I choked and gasped and my
mouth hung open and my eyes rolled back and my small penis spurted watery
semen. My clenching and spasming butthole signaled Mark and he chuckled
"Come for Daddy, come for me. Come like a little bitch...come!"


And I did...It was hard to believe but I squirted and came from his
assfucking. He pulled out and smacked my ass hard, leaving a red welt. He
lifted me up and looked at the wet spot. I was kind of ashamed. He just
smiled and pushed me aside, grabbing my legs and sliding into me with
authority as I lay on my back. It was his ass. I was his cum dumpster. He
held my legs against his chest and rocked back and forth, his big curved
banana ramming in to the hilt until he said, "You want to see how a real
man cums? Huh? You want to see a real man shoot a load? Huh? SAY IT!" I
gave in totally...

"Yes Daddy! Cum!"

"Who's ass is this?"

"Yours Daddy...it's your ass!"


And with that he pulled out with a pop and stood on his toes, his head
thrown back and his fist pumping his cock..I looked right at it and got
his first jet of thick cum right across my face and neck. Another shot
followed, then another, all of them landing on my face and as I turned
away to one side and then the other, both my cheeks were covered by one
of his sticky ropes. He was putting me to shame...My cock squirted a thin,
watery spurt of semen that finished by dribbling and drooling out of me,
almost pushed out by the pounding of his cock up my ass. Mark, on the
other hand, fired thick ropes of hot jizz. No wonder it was so much to
swallow and no wonder it ran endlessly out of my ass. The man absolutely
hosed me with spunk. After a fourth and fifth blast hit my chest and
shoulders he squeezed out a couple more big globs on my stomach and then
relaxed, flopping down next to me.

"Jesus that was a lot of nut..." he said.


Chapter 6


I went into his room and he tossed a pillow on the floor for me. I knew
that is where I would kneel and to the pillow I went. He unzipped and
unsnapped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was long and thick. I
wondered how big...I looked up at him and asked him if I could measure it.
"It's eight-point-five...you think I don't know?"


"It's so big. It's thick."

"Suck it," he commanded.


I licked my lips then opened wide, slicking up the cock as best I could
while I held onto it with both hands, one down on the balls, the other on
that hard shaft. I tried to go all the way down but came nowhere near
deep-throating it. I maybe got halfway down before I sputtered and
choked, withdrawing to the big purple tip. I worked his cock the best I
could and I got a big load of cum as a reward, gulping down the warm
semen.


When we were done I asked an innocent question as he stood over me,
tucking in his softening cock.

"Have you always done this?"

"What?"

"You know, like, how long have you been gay? I was just..."


Before I could finish my sentence he slapped me really hard across my
face, stunning me.

"Don't you ever say that to me again! Fuck! I'm not gay...I'm not the
one on my knees sucking cock am I? Huh? Am I?"


"No..." I said, holding my cheek as tears welled up and started running
down by cheek.


"Am I the one bending over taking it up the ass until I shoot my
pathetic little load? What the fuck man? What are you thinking? You're
the bitch. You're MY bitch. Don't you know anything?"

Apparently I did not.


"Get up and bend over the chair, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Bend
over!"

I scrambled into position and he ripped my shorts down, taking his belt
and folding it over into a loop. I started to quietly cry a little before
it even started. He then proceeded to spank me and whip me with his belt
until my ass was red and on fire. Whap! ... Whap! "Who's  your daddy?"


"You are! Oh! Oh! You are!" I cried as he beat me.

"Who is my cocksucker?"

"I am!" I cried as the belt came down... "I'm your cock--oh!
Cocksuckerrr...ow!"


He stopped and said, "I am the man here. You are the fag. You are gay. I
use your mouth and ass like it was a pussy, you understand? I will fuck
whoever I want. You understand? You will service this cock, you get it?"
Whap! "Say it!" Whap!


"Yes Daddy! I will suck your cock for you...I will give up my ass for
you. Please..."


"That's good...you have to know your role. You are the bottom and I am
the top. You are the sub and I am the dom. Do you know what that means?"
Honestly I did not although I sure learned that night.


He threw the belt down and spanked me a few more times with his bare hand
and then he caressed my stinging ass. Tears dripped down and I just
wanted it to be over.


"Get your stuff and get out of here and remember your place, okay?
Don't be dumb and don't say shit like that again, you hear me?"


I nodded and he put his arms around me. It was too much...I cried hard. He
comforted me but he still sent me on my way with a sharp smack on my
plump ass cheeks. He was the boss.


Chapter 7


It was early in the afternoon and Mark brought me to my house because my
folks were gone. The shades were open and light streamed in, making me
nervous. Anyone coming up the window would get an eyeful...I was on my
knees and elbows on the bed, My head hung low and my mouth was slack, my
eyes were scrunched shut and Mark was standing behind me rocking his
thick cock in and out of my rectum--one hand was up on my shoulder and
the other was gripped tightly around my waist and then he moved it to my
penis, pumping it roughly. Mark liked the feeling when I had an orgasm
while he was buttfucking me so he would sometimes jack me off when he
took me from behind. I moaned louder and louder until I cried out and
spurted a small bit of juice while my anus spasmed around his big pecker.


"Yeeaaahhh! Come for Daddy...come bitch!" Mark gripped my hips strongly
and pumped into me harder and harder. I was completely shaven now, my
balls, taint, ass, legs, all baby-smooth just like my alpha wanted it. He
would check me every day, running his hands down my pants to make sure my
ass--his pussy--was slick.


His cock hardened and swelled, his shaft pushing into my ass until his
balls pressed against my taint. He roared and leaned back, stabbing as
deep into me as anything had ever been. I gasped and whined like a little
bitch as his hot sperm flooded into me. He pumped and pumped and owned my
ass. Even after he had finished he stayed there, pressed uncomfortably
into my bowels. Finally, his fat cock head slid out to my stretched anal
ring and paused. Finally it popped out and a stream of thick cum began
sliding and trickling out. I had just been bred again. I tried to tighten
my sphincter but I was gaped and I could barely feel a thing. It would be
a little while before I could keep my butthole shut again.


If you've never been fucked in the ass you can't possibly know what it
is like. It's the most emasculating thing in the world. You have to turn
away from your man, and bend over for him, exposing your most private and
embarrassing parts to him. Your balls and ass are turned up, ready for
him to take them and do whatever he wants. You are completely exposed and
vulnerable. It's the most helpless and submissive thing that one person
can possibly be to another. Even more than when I am down on my knees,
looking up at him waiting to suck cock. Sometimes you have to reach back
and spread your cheeks. You are not a man any longer. Far from it. How
can you be? Head down, ass up, spreading your cheeks for your master. If
he is kind he will lube up well before pushing in, stretching your anus.
It always hurts, always. How much depends on how well lubed he is and how
well lubed I am. But it always hurts a little. You always feel it and
when he goes deep it hurts then too. It gets better, and it can make you
come, but there is no manhood left. Does he want to spin you and blast a
load on your face? Your open mouth? Will he make you lick it up? Really
at that point what does it matter? And most humiliating of all...it makes
you come. After all the degrading ass pounding, you come like a little
bitch, crying out his name. There is a spot, when I'm face down, knees
up and spread a little, and when he hits it and strokes there for a
couple minutes...not going full depth, not going full speed...when I will
come. I don't even touch my cock. I have an ass-gasm and squirt. It
tickles and can't be stopped and then it is exquisite and I come. That
is the worst because you know you will keep coming back and bending over
and offering that man your ass.


Chapter 8


Mark's ownership of me went on for over a year. The low point was when
he decided to party with some other guys, one of whom, named Ron, also
had a boy-toy. They decided, since his `girl' was not around that
weekend, to share me. This guy was a little older than Mark even and kind
of pudgy. Not what a lot of people would find attractive. What he did
have, I found out, was a shockingly thick uncut cock. Mark was showing
off, bragging about all the stuff I did and finally he took me out of the
garage, so to speak, and took me for a spin in front of Ron. I was kind
of turned on by it, kind of scared, and very nervous. But I knew my place
and I gave Mark head in front of Ron. I was put on my knees and turned so
he could see how long of a penis Mark had and how deep I sucked. I would
take him almost to the root now and pretty quickly Mark had to pull me
off to keep from coming in my mouth. Ron took his turn and as he stepped
up his cock slapped from side to side against his thighs. It wasn't as
long as Mark but lord it was girthy. I struggled to handle it, finally I
was mostly giving him a hand job. He too pulled me off before he
finished.


Mark and him took turns on me for a while, using my oral skills and
eventually bending me over to properly fuck. And yes, Ron hurt. He was so
thick going in I looked up at Mark and pleaded with him to make Ron stop.
He ignored this and instead stepped up and started sliding his cock  down
my throat. "That will shut the little cunt up," Ron said.


I gagged and whined as Ron slid his thickness into me again and again and
again, speeding up until with a mighty groan, he erupted deep inside my
tight teen ass. I could feel him inside me even after he pulled out. Mark
pulled out too, jacking off right in my face, squirting his thick cum all
over my face, humiliating me. He wiped some up with his dick and fed it
to me. I sucked the cum off of his dick and swallowed it. He did this 2
more times until he stood up and high-fived Ron. I never got fucked by
him again but Mark did bring in another top to double team me one other
time.


Eventually, when I was almost 18, Mark announced he was moving to
Minnesota. He would come back from time to time and always owned my ass
and mouth when he did. But eventually it tailed off. I suppose he found
someone else. In those days there wasn't the constant social media,
stuff just ended like that. My life, however, was on a totally new course
from where it was after that first night with Mark after work.


The End


(Copyright Keith Hernandez)

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