Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2014 17:08:51 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Brian's Bitch 14

I didn't let Robert use my mouth to get off this week (he was upset and
basically stopped talking to me which made meals at our table uncomfortable
and made some people ask question but I didn't care).  I did my usually
routine of removing the butt plug before sports (and obviously before
taking a crap).

The one change this week was I tried keeping the butt plug in when I
showered and I don't know if it was 'cause boys don't usually check out
other boys asses in showers (probably too focused on checking out cocks if
they do check out others) or if it didn't show or if people were too
embarrassed to ask but no one said anything so by the end of the week I was
showering with it in all the time.

After douching on Saturday I made my way to Brian's wondering what was in
store next.  Would I get fisted again?  Would he return to fucking me (in
spite of how much pleasure he had given me the week before with his whole
hand in my ass, I so missed his cock and so wanted him to go back to
seeding me).

This week Brian was not upstairs waiting so I simply undressed and assumed
the position with my hands on my head, legs spread, his cousin's small
jockstrap on (which was unusually clean as I hadn't jacked off all week)
and plastic butt plug in my ass.

It occurred to me that only weeks earlier I had been terrified his brother
or mother would come upstairs and catch me like this and now being in a
tight jock standing spread eagle with my hands on my head in someone else's
house seemed perfectly normal to me.

Brian came upstairs after a little while and knelt behind me fully dressed.
He removed the plug and tested my hole's tightness with one finger.

"We will need to wait another week," he said.

He put the butt plug back in and I began to put on my shirt, looking
crestfallen but also excited that the implication was that he was going to
return to fucking me.

"Do you keep it in when in the shower," Brian asked (I guess he could read
me like a book).

"I didn't originally, but I do now," I said proudly.

"Anyone say anything or did everyone already suspect you were a fag," Brian
asked as I put on my socks.

It hadn't occurred to me that people thought I was a fag, but that might
explain why no one said anything (I had assumed they didn't notice or were
too embarrassed).

"I guess they knew I was a fag," I said sadly as I pulled my corduroy pants

"Keep that plug in when you shower," Brian said as I put on my sneakers.

"And squeeze your ass tight around it again and again and I will see how
tight you are next Saturday and if I want to return to fucking your sorry
flabby ass."

"Yes sir," I said standing at attention and grinning like a peacock
(squeezing my ass tight around the butt plug as I did).

"Don't get too cocky," he said sternly (damn, could he read me).

"You being tight enough to fuck and me wanting to put my cock where someone
else's, let alone some grade 9's, been are two separate things."

"Besides," he said as he grabbed my stomach, ass and then my cock through
my clothes.  "It's not like you are attractive with this flabby gut, ass
and puny cock."

As I left I should have felt rejected and humiliated but I was used to his
comments and, as for the sex, I wasn't disappointed.  I was elated.  He was
probably going to fuck me, or at least fist me, otherwise why let me come
back next week.

The coming week was one of the longest in my life.  When I thought he might
not fuck me time took forever.  And when I thought he probably would then
it slowed down even further as Saturday seemed so far I the future.

As I sat in class or in my room at my desk doing homework I watched the
clock counting the minutes, hours and days until I would find out if he was
going to fuck me again.  As I waited I squeezed my ass repeatedly around
the butt plug.

Dutifully I wore the butt plug in the shower and no one commented that week
either.  Did they see it and just accept I was a fag?  That couldn't be it.

Yea I was a fag and probably some of my schoolmates suspected but there
were a number of boys they routinely picked on for acting effeminate.  If
they suspected me wouldn't they be picking on me.

I didn't want to be picked on, so I hoped they didn't guess.  Yet that
didn't deter me from wearing the plug in the shower as Brian had ordered me
to and I was not going to do anything to risk his not fucking me.

When Saturday came, after douching and again showering so I was fully
clean, I made it to his place for 2pm and went to the attic TV room and
stripped to the jock and assumed the position.

When Brian came upstairs and found me in the expected position he again
knelt behind me fully dressed and removed the plug and tested my hole for
tightness.

He then said thoughtfully, as if to himself, "we are going to have to do
something about the hairs on your ass. In fact, we are going to have to do
something about all the hairs on your body."

I wasn't overly hairy as I was still only 17, but having brown hair I was
developing some hairs beyond my pubes, treasure trail and underarms.  Some
had emerged on my chest and, I guess from Brian's comment, some were
visible on my ass.

Without asking if I agreed, Brian stood up and put his hand on my back and
led me into the bathroom where he got shaving cream and a disposable razor.
He removed my jockstrap and proceeded to put shaving cream on every bit of
hair that was showing on my body: ass crack, pubes, chest, underarms and
even legs.  And he removed all the hair from my body as I stood there with
my hands on my head wondering how I was going to explain being suddenly
smooth - without pubes or underarm hair - when my schoolmates saw me in the
shower back at school.

Then again they hadn't commented about the butt plug so I guess Brian was
right, they all assumed I was a fag.

When Brian had finished shaving me he guided me out of the bathroom, my
hands still on my head, and into his bedroom.

My heart rose in excitement.  My punishment was over!

I had expected I was going to get fucked but now I was sure? I was going to
get his cock inside me once again!!

And we were going to do it in his bedroom!!!

I stood next to his bed while he undressed, my cock rock hard with
anticipation.

Brian roughly grabbed my hard cock and said "damn this is puny, no wonder
you don't want to fuck girls but rather be a girl, any girl would laugh at
you if they saw you naked."

Brian, now naked himself, his cock hard and huge (not just compared to my
puny cock but compared to most men and every boy in the school), sat on his
bed.  Standing next to where he sat, I waited for him to tell me what to
do.

Brian turned me around and eyed his handiwork - my smooth hairless body -
as he stroked his cock and put lube on it.

As he applied lube to my hole he said "you now have a smooth pussy like a
little girl."

When I didn't respond he slapped my ass and said "what are you?"

"I am a worthless fag? your fag bottom bitch boy" he didn't respond to that
but he also didn't slap me again.  I quickly added "I am a little girl with
a smooth pussy."

This seemed to satisfy him.  Instead of proceeding to spank me or abuse me
further he simply ran his hand over my smooth ass cheeks and commanded:
"get on your hands and knees on the bed" which I quickly did.

Brian got on the bed and moved in behind me and aimed his cock so the head
was against the hole and then ordered: "you do all the work bitch."

I pushed my ass back against his cock and it slowly slid into me.

While it was two weeks since he had fisted me, even with a butt plug in my
ass, my hole was tight and it hurt taking him in.  But I knew I could take
him (and more), I desperately wanted to take him, I was controlling the
speed and it was not as painful as it had been on previous occasions when
he first entered me roughly on his own speed.  So it was only a matter of
seconds before my ass was pressed against his hips and I could feel his
balls against my own balls, his cock fully inside me.

The discomfort of taking his huge cock quickly subsided and I found myself
in the same state of fulfillment from that first time he had fallen asleep
inside me.

Through my recently shaved ass I could feel his pubes and the light blond
hairs on his upper legs against me.  I thought I could feel the hair on his
balls against the back of my balls.  And of course I could feel his huge
cock filling my ass.

I was hyper sensitive thanks to the enema and the shaving so, even though
he was behind me and I was on my hands and knees, I could imagine in my
head every inch of his hips and thighs as I pressed my ass against him and
of his huge cock fully inside me.

I stayed like that in bliss for a while, picturing his cock in my mind and
enjoying it buried in my ass, until Brian slapped my ass and said, again,
but more forcefully, "you do ALL the work."

At that I began to move my ass.  I rocked forward until only the head of
his cock was inside me and then pushed back against him until he was fully
inside and his hips were pressed against my ass.

Before long I was in a rhythmic motion.  I had ridden his cock before when
he watched the porno but this was different.  There were no distractions
and I didn't have to use my leg muscles to move myself up and down.

"That's right bitch, work my cock," Brian said which made me instinctively
squeeze my ass tight (like I had been doing around the butt plug all week)
as I rocked forward and back.

On all fours on the bed fucking myself on his cock made it singularly about
his cock in my ass.  I was willingly impaling myself on this mammoth cock.

I don't know how it was for him, as he just knelt behind me.

I guess it was similarly intense for him because he had stopped talking and
seemed content to do nothing to take control and fuck me.  He seemed
content to let me move my ass back and forth on his cock.

I was the obedient bottom boy rocking forward and then pushing back against
him to take his large cock all the way into my ass.

I was totally into this new experience.  My entire mind was focused on the
cock I was fucking myself on.

I never realized when he raped me two years earlier that his making me his
bottom would lead to so many different enjoyable experiences.  I loved when
Brian took my ass as he had in previous weeks and just fucked it hard,
thinking only about his own pleasure and about getting off.  But I also
liked this new experience of him kneeling behind me perfectly still and me
moving my ass back and forth on his cock.

The only thought in my mind was his cock, which I could picture clearly as
my ass moved back and forth on it.  I lost all track of time.  I don't know
if I fucked myself on his hard cock for fifteen minutes, a half hour or an
hour or more.  My mind could only think about that big cock in my ass - a
cock I had risked losing by letting Chris fuck me and had missed so much in
the last two weeks - and how as my hole was sliding along it I could feel
every inch as I rocked back and forth.

Suddenly Brian leaned forward, shoving his cock deep into me and forcing me
flat on the bed with his full weight on my back.  His knees pushed my legs
apart and he pushed in deeper until he was all the way in with his balls
pressing against the back of mine.

This sudden entry of his cock proved too much for me and I immediately
started cumming on the bed underneath me.  While I lay there shooting my
jizz onto his sheets with no jackstrap to catch it, he began to fuck my ass
hard.  With each thrust into me I shot again and again.

Soon I was spent, having shot a massive load, but Brian hadn't cum and
there was no stopping him.  Lying on top of me he was moving his hips up
and down so his cock brutalized my very sensitive shaved ass, which was
even more sensitive now that I had cum.

I forced myself to relax, so it wouldn't hurt so much.  I don't know if it
was to take my mind off the pain and help me relax or he simply felt like
doing it but Brian grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so my back
arched under him and kept pounding away.

The more he thrust into me the more I slid up the bed until he pulled my
hair again forcing me to jerk back against him.

He was panting in my ear and I knew he was about to cum.  Just knowing that
made me go from experiencing pain from his pulling my hair and from his
pounding my ass with his big cock to incredible horniness.  I was about to
get his load in my ass which is where it belonged and where I wished every
load would be deposited.

Brian thrust hard and then tensed up and I could actually feel his cock
pulsing in my ass as it shot volley after volley of cum deep inside.  Just
knowing he was cumming made me start to shoot another load.

We were frozen in that position, my back arched with Brian on top of it,
him holding my had back by the hair, his hips pushed hard into my ass so
his cock was fully inside and his now tight balls pressing against my
taint.  The only movement was each of our cocks, which were spasming
uncontrollable as I shot cum beneath me on the bed and he shot it deep
inside my ass.

Brian let go of my hair and collapsed on to my back as soon as his orgasm
ended.  I was still cumming (amazingly as this was my second orgasm, though
I had already concluded I came longer than he did).  As his full weight
came down on me my orgasm subsided and I got to settle into that blissful
position where Brian's entire body was in contact with my back and his big
cock just rested peacefully deep inside my ass.

We lay like that for a few minutes.  I hoped we would lie like that longer,
like the time Brian had fallen asleep inside and on top of me but that
would have meant Brian was interested in me beyond using me to get off and
I knew that was not the case.

Sure enough, as soon as Brian caught his breath, with his cock not having
yet gone soft, he pulled out of me and got off the bed.  He then left the
room and I could hear the shower running.

I got off the bed and looked at his sheets and saw the big mess I had made.
Having not jacked off in a while and not wearing the jock I had cum a
massive load - hell two weeks worth of cum!

It was all there on Brian's bed.

I was at a loss as to what to do.  Brian was not going to be happy.  He
certainly wouldn't want to sleep in sheets that were covered in my cum.

When Brian came back from the shower, towel around his waist, I was still
standing there naked looking at his sheets.

When Brian saw where I was looking and then saw the mess, his face suddenly
went angry and he grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me face
down into my mess.

As he just held my face there and didn't rub it in like a dog, I concluded
he wanted me to lick it up so I did just that.

Brian let go of the back of my head but I stayed in that position and
continued to lick the sheets clean.  I could hear Brian getting dressed and
leave the room as I licked my mess up.

Even after I could barely taste any cum in the wet spot I continued to
lick.

When Brian returned he pulled me to my feet and handed me some clean sheets
he had retrieved from wherever they are kept.  I proceeded to change the
sheets and make his bed.

"Now tidy my room," Brian said.

I looked at him curiously but as soon as I realized he was serious I set
about tidying his room.  Brian sat fully dressed on the freshly made bed
and watched as I went about picking up dirty clothes and magazines from the
floor, straightened his desk, hung-up jackets and transformed his rather
messy room into one that could pass a military inspection.

When I was done, I turned to Brian who was now reclined on his bed.  He was
smiling like the Cheshire-cat from Alice in Wonderland.  I don't know if it
was watching me naked and hairless doing chores that caused his grin or it
was that his room was clean.  Whatever it was, it was short-lived and Brian
snapped back to his rather grim demeanour and said "now get out fag".

I ran to the bathroom and put my jock back on, then to the TV room where my
clothes were.  I hesitated when I saw the butt plug and thought about
asking him if I should still wear it but as he was back in his dark mood
and I had no instructions to the contrary I put it my ass before donning my
clothes (this would keep his cum in my too, as what was clearly a massive
load he had deposited inside me was starting to leak out of my hole).  I
was down and out the door before he could complain that I hadn't left as he
had barked.

As I walked back to school, Brian's load of cum trapped in my ass by the
butt plug, I quickly went from the euphoria of having had his big cock
inside me and earning that load (which I was sure I could feel inside me)
to wondering how I would explain being hairless when I next took a shower,
and how would the other boys react.

Did they already know I was a fag?

I was happy to be Brian's bitch but was I ready for the world to know what
I was?

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