’Sup With You, Dude?

The Next Step

© 2021

by

Jonathan Longhorn

If you have not read the original story ‘Sup With You, Dude? now might be a good time to do so. While this new piece could stand on its own merits, it might make more sense if you go back and read the original so you understand what’s going on.

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Chapter 5

Reggie shifted his position on the bed. He raised Cayce’s butt higher and his throbbing cock sank deeper. He glanced upward and stared into his best friend’s caramel-swirled brown eyes.

“You good?” Cayce nodded a grunt. Words were failing him right now. “Tell me if you need….”

Another nodded grunt. Another thrust. Another inch sank inside the moist smoothness of Cayce’s hole.

“Good?”

Another nod. Another grunt. Another thrust. Another inch.

Cayce lifted his head and gazed downward from his best friend’s face—so completely focused, lips pursed tight, eyes taking in his reactions, his body, his very soul, it seemed. He studied the powerfully sculpted firefighter chest with that faint puff of blond hair at the very center—already beginning to glisten with a fine sheen of perspiration. Reggie’s arms bulged and veined in all the right places as he held himself propped above Cayce. The faint show of that same blond hair in his pits looked like it too was beginning to harbor beads of sweat.

Another nod. Another grunt. Another thrust. Another inch.

“Fuck, your hole is tight,” Reggie grunted as he edged his knees farther up and spread his cop buddy’s thighs wider. “So fucking tight.”

“So big,” Cayce whimpered. “So…so big. Your cock. So big in my pussy.”

Reggie fought a grin. Pussy? Not yet. But soon. When he was done pulverizing Cayce’s cherry and breeding his hole, yeah—it would be a pussy. A cunt. A pussy cunt. What six months of being filled by that monster plug didn’t accomplish, he intended to complete. Cayce would have an insatiable pussy cunt for cock when he turned him over to Mike and, hopefully—to his brother, Beau. A pussy cunt insatiable for cock.

Reggie reached out with one hand and grasped Cayce’s drooling dick. He gave it a few tugs. Cayce whimpered.

“You ever intend to do any Topping? Or, are you gonna just be a bottom?”

Another thrust. Another inch.

Another grunt.

Cayce slammed his head into the pillows and sucked in air but then lifted up again. He wanted to see it. He wanted to watch what was happening. He wanted to witness the pulverization of his cherry as Reggie slid more and more of his monstrous cock into him. Into his hole. His pussy. It would be a manpussy soon. A manpussy cunt. Built and forged and drilled into him to be hungry for fucking and breeding from now on.

“No,” Cayce choked out. “No. A bottom. I’m a bottom through and through. 100%”

“Tell me what you want. What you need,” Reggie grunted as he thrust another inch of his cock into his friend’s hole.”

“Cock,” Cayce nearly shouted as that next thick inch buried inside him, spreading him open even more.

“Tell me,” Reggie commanded. “Say it.”

“Cock. I want cock. Suck it. Worship it. Serve it. I want it in my mouth. I want it in my pussy fucking and breeding me. Cumming in me, on me, coating my face…chest…everything inside and out.”

Reggie gave his friend’s dick another tug. Cayce whimpered.

“So all you’re gonna use this for,” he nodded between Cayce’s spread legs, “is to pee? Nothing else?”

“Nothing,” Cayce grunted as another inch sank inside him. “Nothing…else. Just peeing. It might as well be cut off but for that.”

“We can have that done, you know,” Reggie said with a fixed stare into Cayce’s eyes. “Castrate you. Mentally of course. Hypnosis. We can castrate you. Give you a clit. Mentally of course. You’d acknowledge that you have a clit. You’ve always had a clit. You’ve never had a dick as far as you’d be concerned. You can’t imagine having a dick. You’ll be very proud of your clit and your pussy cunt. We can keep it caged until then. Kill it off for anything but peeing.”

“You know….” Cayce paused as he watched another glistening inch of Reggie’s thick, pulsating cock thrust into his hole. His pussy. His pussy cunt. “You know hypnosis?”

Reggie let out a soft chuckle.

“No. But we both know somebody who does.”

Tate Coors was a friend of theirs practically from birth. They had all grown up together. Like them and Mike. They had gone to school together and played sports together all through graduation. Tate had gone off to study clinical psychology and psychotherapeutic treatment techniques. He had come home to open a practice in the area to give back to the community that had done so much for him through the years. Tate was very private in his personal life and pursuits, but he was very open to special requests.

Reggie was relatively sure that Tate would be more than happy to help them out; especially happy to help them out if he was offered the opportunity to partake in the results.

As hungry as Cayce already is, he’d probably be more than willing to offer his mouth and pussy cunt to Tate any time Tate wanted.

Confusion showed on Cayce’s face briefly, mixed with his own sheen of sweat. Then the lights went on in his eyes.

“Tate?” Reggie nodded. Cayce nodded in response. Yeah. Tate would probably love to castrate him and give him a clit.

Mentally, of course.

If anyone could do it, it would probably be Tate Coors.

“Ready for more?”

Cayce’s eyes drifted back to that massive cock that was buried more than halfway into him. He swore he could actually see the throb and twitch of that massive chunk of meat. Throbbing and twitching with the knowledge that it was dominating where no one had dominated before. And, the knowledge that it was about to dominate completely, thoroughly and would be fucking that hole into submission and then would breed it. Breed it and claim it and show it what it wanted and needed, what it hungered for beyond Cayce’s wildest imagination. And, his imagination could get really wild when it wanted to.

“Yes,” Cayce said huskily. “Give it to me. All you’ve got.”

Reggie pulled back slightly, withdrew an inch or two and glanced up into Cayce’s eyes. Eyes that were asking if he was sure and once he nodded that yes, he was sure, those eyes asked if he was sure he wanted ‘all you’ve got’ mode.

Cayce nodded again. He wanted it. He wanted all of it. Now.

“All you’ve got, Reggie. Give it to me. All you’ve,” he hissed as Reggie slammed into him. Buried his cock to the hilt. His balls crashed into Cayce’s upturned butt cheeks. He pulled back to just the head remaining inside and he snapped his hips forward—the full length of his thick, pulsating, throbbing cock buried inside Cayce once again. His balls crashed against those hard, upturned cheeks. He withdrew and thrust back in again. And again. And, again.

“Arrgghh! Fuck!” Cayce’s mind went white hot. His body went on high alert. His eyes bulged out like they were about to pop out of their sockets and bounce off the ceiling. And his butt raised up to meet each of the ensuing thrusts. It wanted it. It needed it. He wanted it. He needed it.

“This what you want? What you need?” Reggie withdrew and thrust back into that tight, velvet smooth canal. He held onto Cayce’s cock and tugged and pulled on it every few strokes of his own iron hard cock; it pistoned and plowed and dominated with every inch it had. His balls slapped and crashed against Cayce’s butt cheeks. “Is this what you need? Your pussy cunt fucked to hell and back? Fucking you. Breeding you. You need cock in that pussy cunt?”

“Aahh fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes, fuck. Fuck me! Give it to me!” Cayce screamed louder than Reggie had ever heard his buddy use his vocals before. Cayce surrendered and accepted and gave himself completely to that deep hunger. Accepting the insatiability of it all. Wanted it. Needing it. “Yes! Fuck yes! Breed…me…fucking…breed my pussy cunt!”

Reggie went into turbo mode hearing his best friend beg for it. He withdrew. He thrust. He withdrew. He thrust. He pounded into Cayce’s hole. He fucked his brains into a scrambled jumble of mushed matter. Sweat streamed down Reggie’s face and down his nose; it cascaded onto Cayce’s face, to his lips. Cayce licked at the hot, salty liquid. Tasting it. Savoring it. Like he did everything about Reggie. Reggie had already pulverized that cherry and now he was going to make this hole a pussy cunt and he was gonna breed it. Spew into it and christen it and deem it what it would ever be—an insatiable, cock hungry pussy cunt.

“Fuuuccckkk!” Cayce grunted and moaned and his cock began spewing around Reggie’s tightly gripping fingers—tug, and spew. Tug, and spew. Tug, and spew. He was cumming so hard it felt as if his soul was pouring out of his cock. He looked up and into Reggie’s eyes. Narrowed and steel hard. As hard as the cock pounding into him. The expression tight and locked in concentration. The vein at the center of Reggie’s forehead protruding and pulsing with the rhythmic beat of his cock attack.

Reggie let go of Cayce’s spasming cock and began spreading his friend’s rivers of cum over his rippling abs and his chest as Cayce heaved and gasped and begged. Cayce began cumming again—hands free and his hole clenched tight around that invading cock. Milking it. Pulling on it. Hole sucking it. Tight. Tighter. Tighter still.

“Fuck!” Reggie sucked in air and made one, two, three final plunges into Cayce’s hole and he felt his cock erupt inside his buddy. Volley after volley exploded into Cayce and he collapsed on top of his friend. Heaving and gasping for air. His cock kept on pumping thick, hot cum inside Cayce as he held his friend’s shoulders to the mattress and their chests rose and fell against each other. Rippling abs sawed against rippling abs.

He didn’t know how long he had lain there on top of Cayce but Reggie finally managed to lift up and gaze into his best friend’s eyes. Cayce stared back dreamily, spent.

“Your cherry’s history,” Reggie said through his pants for air.

Cayce nodded with a shy grin that made Reggie’s chest swell with pride.

“Cherry’s history,” Cayce confirmed. “I’d say I definitely have a pussy cunt now.”

“Pussy cunt for cock, buddy,” Reggie said as he slapped Cayce’s sweat and cum covered chest. “Built for fucking and breeding by a select few cocks. Me and those select few are gonna keep that mouth and pussy cunt of yours thoroughly fucked and bred from now on.”

Cayce nodded and whimpered slightly as he felt Reggie’s cock begin to withdraw from his fucked out hole.

“Don’t worry, C. I’ve got plenty more for you.”

“Soon, I hope. My pussy cunt is hungry for it,” Cayce whimpered.

“Don’t worry. Now that I know what you want and need? I’m gonna see to it that your pussy cunt is stuffed regularly.”

“Just don’t wait too long,” Cayce said sulkily.

“Ready for Mike?”

Watch for the next installment in the series – Ready for Mike

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