Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 06:08:18 +0000
From: Alpha Spirit <AlphaSpiritNY@outlook.com>
Subject: Bitch Boy Breaker - Chapter 02

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Bitch Boy Breaker - Chapter 2 - Breaking the Blonde

I carried the unconscious sissy up the driveway to my place, taking the
opportunity to squeeze his bubble butt. Firm, thick, and perfectly
fuckable: I knew I was going to have a grand time gutting this boy's ass
tonight. The little cunt moaned, but didn't wake up.

"You home!" Before I could put the key in the lock, the door was opened by
a svelte, dainty Asian. "Charm so glad to see you!" In full makeup,
short-shorts, and a cut-off crop-top, the effeminate stunner clapped his
hands and jumped into my arms. I was a little surprised to see him, but
caught the skinny sissy. Two hands, two sissies.

"Back already, Charm?" Charm had been a Thai streetwalker before I upgraded
him to my personal bitch.

"You bring home new boy!" Charm played with the unconscious boy's golden
blonde locks. "Very yellow hair! So pretty!"

"I'm putting him on the coach. You know the drill."

Charm and I had a perfectly open, symbiotic working relationship. Charm
came and went as he pleased, but he cooked, cleaned, and offered me his
holes whenever I wanted them. Fully accepting of his faggot inferiority,
Charm was a wonderful coach (or a fluffer, in my case) - a much better
long-term trainer of bitch boys than I. I broke them, gave them their first
taste of sub life; but Charm stayed involved in the process all the way to
the end. In fact, Charm earned quite a great deal more than I did,
although, like a good bitch, he handed over all his earnings to me.

"Charm make dinner: you favorite!"

Knowing the blonde twink was in good hands, I took my time on my
meal. Steak, almost tartar, and some vegetables. Charm's cooking, like his
English, left a lot to be desired, but a man will look past trifling faults
for a hot plate the moment he steps foot back home. I cracked open a beer
and, when I headed back into the living room, Charm had nearly finished the
initial setup of his work.

"Boy name Justin. 18. From Nebraska." Charm always goes through the wallets
first, identification and basics. "Ohhh, what we have here?" Charm pulled
out two small baggies of white substances from Justin's wallet. "Naughty,
naughty, Justin!"

From a quick taste, I could tell one was cocaine, and the other ecstasy,
MDMA. Neither were great quality. Spitting, I instructed Charm to replace
Justin's drugs with stronger substances. "And, Charm, prepare the consent
forms and go through the kid's phone. See if he's into--- What happened to
your eyes?"

The Asian beauty smirked, twinkling. "You like?" Charm changed his look the
way a schizophrenic changes his mind. Today, his hair was burgundy red and
spikey, like a video game character. Tomorrow, who knows? But Charm's eyes
were... well, the irises were pink, the pupils too, pink and shaped like
hearts. The effect was cartoonish, provocative. Charm batted his long,
press-on lashes at me. "New in Switzerland!"

Charm is big on augmentations. It's his number one hobby, and our biggest
household expense. Botox for fat, plump lips; butt injections; a modified,
extra sensitive prostate.

"Are they real?" I asked him.

Last year he spent two months in South America getting his tongue
extended. He could already suck a golf ball through a straw, but his rimjob
had been taken to a whole new level. With his extra long tongue, Charm
could pay tribute to a man's hole, or prep a sissy's, like it was an
Olympic sport.

Charm shook his head. "Sad but no. They contact only." I was slightly
relieved. Charm's eyes were naturally a deep green... not like I gave a
damn. "Charm buy ones shaped like stars, too!" He bubbled excitedly.

"All right, Charm, all right. Go see what's on the kid's phone." Turning my
attention to the new boy, I stalked over to the couch where he lay, still
knocked out but breathing shallowly.

Justin was going to make a remarkable bitch boy. Short and smooth, his arms
and legs had just enough meat on them to make you feel like you wouldn't
break the kid if you twisted him backwards the wrong way. His puny chest
lacked definition except that, laying on his back, you could just see the
outline of his ribs when he exhaled. His puerile, angelic face had a pout
on it like he was having a bad dream.

I wanted to wake the kid up to fuck him anyway, so I poured the backwash
from my beer on his face and, when he sputtered into consciousness, I
simply said: "Wakey wakey, little faggot. Time to have some fun."

"M- M- M- Mister, uhh, I..." The boy was discombobulated, but it was good
he recognized me right away. "Where... oh- oh fuck, oh my god, my head..."
Putting a hand up to his boyish face, Justin squeezed his eyes shut in
pain. "Wha- wha..."

Being choked out can make for some stinging, bad headaches when the cunt
awakes. I handed him some painkillers (well, one painkiller and a special
mixture) Charm had left out. "Take these. They'll make you feel better."

"Uh, thanks, Mister," the boy popped the pills obediently.

"Good boy," I patted him on the head. Breaking in a bitch isn't all about
being rough and randy with them, after all.

"Uh, like, what were they?" Looking up at me innocently, the blonde twink
voiced his concerns only after taking the drugs. Dim-witted and gorgeous,
two good traits in a boy-toy.

"The pills?"

"Uh, yea," he tossed his hair out of his face, but it just fell right back
in front of his eyes again. He was sitting up on the couch now, blinking
his blue eyes and taking in the room around him.

"Soma, good for pain and to relax your muscles." Running my hand down the
silky skin of his neck to his shoulders, I rubbed the twink
reassuringly. "Some Viagra and X, too." The one pill had a little more in
it, too, but no reason to worry the pretty boy's little head over a
chemistry lesson.

"Oh, cool. Thank you, Mister." The boy had been taught his manners, that
was for sure. I took off my shirt, just a wife-beater underneath. The
little fag's eyes lit up; a natural slut, he drunk in the sight of a burly,
strong male towering over him.

"Come here and touch me, you little faggot." I spat.

A little unsteady, like a baby deer finding his legs, the boy struggled to
sit up and leaned over to me. I stepped back four steps, but urged
him. "Come on." The boy threw his twinky legs over the side of the couch
and stood to approach me, but I froze him with a command. "No. Stop."

To his credit, the boy did as told, halting halfway from the couch into a
standing position. His wide blue eyes stared at me in confusion, his mouth
open in a dumb, vacant expression.

"Crawl, on the ground." I pointed a finger to the polished wood floor. This
was always a major moment in a sissy's submission. Sometimes, oftentimes,
the temperamental ones would fight you on this. Insults and slurs?
Fine. Rough, unrelenting fucking? Naturally. But a nonsexual, debasing act?
Not a sure thing.

But he did. The twink was a nature submissive. Unbroken, but organic in his
subservience. As if unsure, the sexy, lithe teen crouched and placed his
arms on the floor first. Slipping his feet off the couch, he crawled toward
me across the living room floor. The boy's face turned a shade of crimson
as he did so, the act sinking in. Palms hot against the cold floor, body
afire with desire, controlled, content.

"Kneel."

The boy did.

"Kiss my boots."

Justin gave but the faintest, softest peck. Afraid to be dirtied, but
already submitting, he offered up his reverence hesitatingly, but
willingly. Those soft but still tender teenage lips had only known mouth
and cock and testicles, but this was what they had been born to touch, the
lowest realms of the altar of pure man. The boy shuddered, aroused and no
doubt beginning to feel the spurs of the drugs starting to kick into his
system. More than anything, he was taken with the act, this simple
depravity, this debasing of himself.

"Good boy." I let him wait like that, a blonde Adonis on his hands and
knees with his mouth on my foot. "You can thank me when we're done."

"Th- thank you, Mister."

Fuck. What a little angel. I thought to myself, reveling in the height of
my sexual dominance and power: a slim and taut twink at my very feet, eager
and inflamed with lust for whatever I could dish out on him. I smiled, bit
my own lip. I couldn't wait to tear all of his wings off.

"I want you to touch my body slowly, deliberately; take it in, worship your
man." Deep and reassuring, my voice sent shivers down the boy's spine. I
could see the beads of forming sweat freeze on the arch of his spine. "Tell
me what you experience."

Justin, almost trembling, clumsily kissed higher up on my boot, then on the
hem of my jean pants. "I- I- I-" The thin boy was shaking, unsure of how
best to please me. "I taste your jeans, Mister. I- uh, I taste where you've
been."

"You don't know shit about me, boy. Use that fuckable mouth of yours to
tell me better how you feel to be on your knees before another man."

"I-I-I-I-" the boy stuttered and stuttered. Beautiful he was, but weak, not
yet accepting of what he was. "I- uh, I don't know, Mister."

It was time to tell this sissy bitch boy what was what.

"You feel good." I paused.

"I-I-I..." stammering again, the blonde twink suddenly caught hold of the
idea and, recognizing it to be true, simply murmured in a soft breath, "I
feel good."

"Yes, you like subjugating yourself like this."

"I-I-I-" the boy didn't know what 'subjugate' meant. But he turned it over
in his mind, heard my words repeat themselves, embraced the
descent. "I... Yes... Yes, I am."

"You belong on your hands and knees, submitting to superior men like me."

"YES!" it was the loudest he'd ever spoken, and it scared even
him. "Y-y-y-yes..." The blonde twink shivered at what he was going
through. Poor thing.

"Tell me why I'm superior. Focus on pleasing me. That's what you're here
for."

Justin's blue eyes shot up to me then. I think it really hit home for the
boy. Young, dainty, remarkably feminine in his beauty; had he ever truly
understood what he was or what he was here for? He'd wondered. He'd
wondered. and now I was shining a torch full on the shadow of the notion
he'd first gleaned when he initially, as a young thing, no doubt, had
looked inwardly unto himself. What was he here for?

"I'm here for you, M-M-Master..." the boy breathed the word out slowly. He
hadn't misspoke; but he hadn't meant to call me that, either. "I'm here for
you," he repeated, more to himself than anyone else.

"Tell me why, Justin." I think that was the only time I ever called him by
his name. I could be wrong though: I've broken the seal on many a bitch boy
in my day.

"You're so... strong." Justin's hands threaded his fingers through the
fabric of my jeans, feeling my sinewy legs beneath them. "You're
so... ... powerful." The blonde angel kissed my legs, arms entwined around
the trunks of my legs. His golden locks fell in front of his blue eyes as
he kissed me reverently again, purring, "You're such a maaannn..."

"And you're a slutty little bitch, ready to fuck men like me."

"I'm a slutty little bitch. P- Please... please fuck me."

The boy was devoting himself, literally having thrown himself at my
feet. But that wasn't enough. It wouldn't have been enough in time, so why
hesitate and pretend like it was enough now? I decided I wanted to really
break the boy's spirit before even fucking him.

"You're ready to fuck ALL men like me." Speaking slower, I intentionally
stepped back from where the young pup was practically humping my leg.

"I--- I..." Finally, the denial got to the boy. He wavered. It happens to
all of them; that's why it's my job to break them. "Not ANY man, Mister!"
Cute, little Justin finally protested. Clear stopped kissing my body.

"Oh, no, no. You so wrong, stupid, stupid boy. Just he, you say?"

Electrified with fright at the intrusion on this most intimate moment,
little blonde Justin nearly shot up my leg upon hearing Charm's voice, the
sexy Thai sissy strolling back into the living room casually.

"Wh-Wh-Who are you!?" Justin, to his credit, didn't look at the leggy Asian
sissy he was so startled by, but instead looked at me in his fright and
surprise.

Clearly having overheard everything, Charm took a dramatic step into the
room, hiking his long, shaven, bare legs high into the air as though
prancing at a competition. He looked down at the shocked blonde sissy
cowering at my feet, and both he and I smiled.

"I am call Charm, boy," Charm spoke flirtatiously, enticingly. "And you and
I: we are the same. We are here to serve man; we are here to do what man
please, to make man, our man, feel good, feel like God he be." I had not
known Charm to put together a complex-compound sentence together before in
his life: even I was a little impressed. The stunningly feminine Asian
crouched in front of the boy and whispered, "You sissy, boy. You sissy
bitch boy for men. That what we are."

Justin's mouth opened and closed, but the boy didn't protest.

"Charm lives with me." I figured I'd might as well add some contextual cues
for the boy. "We go way back: Chiang Mai at the- oh, yeah, eh... that's in
Thailand, ok? So, let's see... Well, wait. Okay, so, it was the summer
of---"

"I- I don't know if I can do this!" We almost lost him for the
minute. Justin bolted straight up, all 5' 3" of him.  "I mean, I- I- I- I
wanna..." he stammered, his pure blue eyes raking over me again
hungrily. "I wanna, I wanna hook up with you, Mister. I really do, but-"

"But what- boy? You're afraid it's too much, too wild? You know you want
that."

"You want get fucked hard." When the boy hesitated, didn't make for the
door, Charm took him. The exotic Asian put his hands around Justin's lean
torso, pushed his long, snake-like tongue through the blonde's falling
hair, whispering. Charm hugged him, reassuring him. "You want submit. You
want become."

Unclear, but effective, Charm's words seemed to take effect on the boy. I
saw his pupils flash, dilate, a conviction pour over him, his arms drooping
and his jaw going slack.

"I do." innocent little Justin murmured, a sissy on his wedding night:
finally wed to his fate.

"Good boy."

I gave Charm a meaningful look. It was showtime. Straightening up to tower
several feet above the sissy duo before me, I dropped my left hand to rub
over the pouch of my pants. "It's time for you to get reacquainted with my
cock, boy."

"I-I don't know if I can take it, Mister," Justin tensed as he watched the
bulge in my jeans grow, throb. He remembered the car ride and how he had
been forced to take my length down his throat until he had nearly passed
out for good on it.

"You sniff. Sniff the poppers." Charm swooped in, the good little
fluffer. He bent down next to Justin and opened a long, deep brown tube of
the sissifying substance before the angelic blonde twink.

Instinctively obeying for a fraction of a second, Justin put a dainty
finger to his nose, threw the blonde hair out of his face. He naturally
made for the drugs, to get into the wallowing pit, but he hesitated for a
moment. The 18 year old blonde's eyes shot up at me, abject.

"I lose all control whenever I do these things, Mister."

"Then lose control, bitch." I told him sternly, "Do it."

Justin sniffed those poppers deep, and he never came back from being a
depraved, wild, sissy slut boy. If you've ever been with a proper bitch in
heat, that's what I was in for that night with what the tight blonde sissy
boy became. Justin inhaled, his chest rose and fell.

"More," I commanded. Unblinking, the boy took a second hit, then a
third. When he finally opened his eyes, cheeks flushing crimson from the
chemical rush, he looked at me, finally ready.

"Kneel." I pointed to the floor in front of me. Justin threw himself on his
knees, his upper body wavering slightly. His senses were inflamed, the slut
lust thrumming through his veins like fire. I unzipped my fly and pulled
out the thick, mean cock that had savaged the sissy's throat earlier. His
tongue lolled out, lips parted instinctively. "Make love to my dick. you
little faggot."

Justin shivered, moaned. Scooting on his knees to be directly at my feet,
the blonde didn't break eye contact as he took my cock in both hands and
brought it to his lips.  The boy kissed the underside of my shaft, running
his boyish hand over the throbbing, bulbous head. Getting a dab of precum
between his fingers, the much smaller twink boy used both his hands to jack
my dick, slowly at first, but then faster and more assuredly, all the time
kissing the meaty pole with his full, innocent lips.

"Your dick is so big, Mister. It's so fucking big," the boy murmured, lost
in passionate adoration.

"That's right, boy. This big dick is going to turn you into the bitch
you've always dreamed of becoming." I spat, giving him some lube to
continue jacking my raging man boner. The kid looked like a doll, blue eyes
peaking out from the blonde hair falling in front of his face, cheeks
glowing. My dick was huge next to his angelic face. "Get that dick ready,
boy." I spat again, a thick glob of phlegm. The boy's hands were working
feverishly up and down my rod. "You're going to take all this cock this
time."

Justin took a deep breath, possessed, hyper-focused on the cock that was
his very world right then. He opened his mouth, angled my meat toward his
mouth, and began to go down on me.

The feeling of breaking into a hot, tight mouth is phenomenal. Especially
when it's a sexy stunner whose pretty face is dwarfed by your dick, the
feeling of power and pleasure are intoxicating. Justin stuck out his jaw,
his pouty lips jutting out and over the ridge of my knob. Entering his
mouth, I took the sissy bitch by his naturally blonde hair and began to
guide him.  Fucking just his boyish mouth with the head of my cock, I made
sure to go slow, keep him engaged on the thick fuck stick. Taking my time,
savoring breaking in his hole for real, I began to make the budding sissy
give me a long, deep blowjob.

"That's right, you little faggot. Suck my dick."

Struggling to accommodate just the head, Justin breathed, surprisingly
patient. Maybe it was the poppers, or the soma, or the E, but the boy was
fully engaged in cock-sucking mode. He wanted to please me, to do a good
job and take all of my length. Not totally inexperienced, the boy lustfully
strained his face forward, his pink tongue sliding along the shaft and out
over his bottom lip.

"Hnnnnghnmm," Justin moaned as, inch by inch, the long and turgid flesh
filled up his mouth, pushing down into his throat. Watching my huge cock
disappear down the tiny faggot's face, I brought a hand to my pecs and
rubbed myself.

"Good, faggot. Take that cock." I hit the back of his throat. Justin's eyes
closed instinctively. I signaled Charm.

"Here, poppers. More." Sliding onto his knees next to the boy, Charm held
the brown bottle for the cocksucking twink. One huff, a second, longer. I
could feel the energy flow through young Justin's lithe teen body, his
throat relaxing. "Yes, good." Charm cooed encouragement, too.

The wet, tight orifice slackened a little around my invading cock, and I
yanked the twink forward, burying my dick in to the hilt. Drool running
down his lips and chin, Justin's throat spasmed around my throat.

"Good, faggot. That's good. Take all of that dick." With my hand in firm
control, I began to fuck the teen up and down on my cock.  The boy was
languid, relaxed. Even while choking, his blue eyes watering, he stayed
placid, buzzing off the poppers and the thrill of being used.

Picking up the pace, I began to fuck the boy's face a little
harder. Extracting my spit-shined boner until only the head was in his
mouth, the blond would slurp and coo, sloshing his tongue around, nursing
the precum he was so desperately coming to crave. His lips gnawed greedily
around me. Sliding into his hot, hungry mouth, I could feel the boy gag and
the walls of his throat constrict around me. Tears of joy ran down his
angelic face and he gacked and struggled whenever I would ram myself fully
down his throat. The drool from his chin puddled on the floor beneath him.

"More poppers," I commanded Charm, fisting my hand in the blonde's hair and
sawing him back and forth up and down my rod, facefucking the 18 year old
twink viciously. The Soma and the E had relaxed him that he could take my
full length with only tremors from the gagging, the flesh inside him
molding and contracting around my dick naturally. Buzzing from the high of
being dominated, Justin was putty in my hand.

I didn't want to blow my first load down the cunt's throat, and the
frenzied sissy was hungry for my load. His tongue lolled out of his mouth,
and the spit hung off his lips down onto his arm as I pulled away from
him. He looked up at me.

Grasping my spit-slick, rock hard weapon by the base, I began to hit the
blonde angel across his boyish face with my dick. Across his cheeks, over
the bridge of his nose, on his puckered, upturned lips. Leaving a trail of
cockslime and the boy's drool on his cherub face, I smirked down at little
Justin.

"This." SLAP "Is" SLAP "A" SLAP "REAL" SLAP "MAN'S" SLAP COCK" SLAP
"FAGGOT!"

The boy moaned and shivered, accepting his being beaten across the face and
skull by another man's dick.  He'd need more soon, I thought to myself. A
slut like this had little patience for delays.

Once his cockslapping had ceased, the boy looked up at me. I promptly spat
in his face, hitting him right between the eyes. The gob of slobber ran
down his forehead between his two discombobulated blue eyes.

I spat on the faggot again and told him, "Thank me, faggot. Thank me for
allowing you to suck my cock."

Justin didn't hesitate for even a second, or to wipe my spit off his
face. He simply leaned forward and looked up at me adoringly with a sweet,
smooth gaze. "Thank you, Mister. Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

"More drugs." I grunted. Me, too. Charm was there, fixing us up with
another hit of poppers each, a pipe and a lighter, and a beer for me. On
the glass coffee table were two lines each, no doubt cocaine. I took my
line, the longer line, first. The surge of energy and power flared through
my veins instantaneously.

Justin, on his knees still, inched over to the table to take his line of
blow. But he eyed the pipe with suspicion. The boy was already rolling from
the Ecstasy earlier, the Soma, and whatever he'd taken earlier in the
night. He didn't bother to brush his hair out of his face anymore, and his
cheeks and chest were blush red in spots. I grabbed the pipe and lighter,
took a long burn of the substance to show the boy what was what.

"You ever smoke Tina before, boy?" I asked him.

"No, Mister. What's that?" The boy was sucking and sniffling still from the
throatpounding and the line.

"Meth, Crystal. Surely you've seen Breaking Bad?"

The boy looked a little embarrassed. 'I- I... I've heard about it. Th- that
show was really popular when... when I was in middle school." Fuck, time
flies. But the young sissies all stay the same age and I learn more and
more ways to exploit them. "My parents never let me or my little brother
watch it, though..."

Filing away that this sexy blonde piece of fuckmeat had a younger sibling,
I passed him the pipe of Tina and lighter. "Take a big hit. Suck it down
like it's the last breath of air you'll ever get. You'll love it."

I watched the boy smoke. Time seemed to slow down: the way the flame
illuminated the soft curves of his face, his tiny nipples frozen erect. The
boy's flat stomach moved with the inhalation. He coughed; a picture-perfect
epitome of an overwhelmed sissy slut on the door of the beyond. His eyes
bugged, fluttering, red from the throat fucking and, soon, the drugs.

"Naked, faggot. Take off your pants and show me that pussy I'm about to
destroy." I commanded him. "It's time for me to break that bitch hole of
yours in." I smacked my free-hanging cock meaningfully.

Justin, eyes never leaving my body, started to fumble with the front of his
jeans. Stumbling clumsily towards his target, the 5'3" fuckboy stripped
down to his tiny briefs and soon was stark naked in front of me. Justin's
blonde pubes were whispy, barely there. His pathetically straining cock
barely more than a male clit, hard as Hades.

Placing the glass pipe to the boy's mouth, Charm exhaled a long hit of his
own before whispering in the twink's ear: "Present you hole to him. Beg him
to fuck you." Slack jawed and mindless for anything involving my brutish,
manly approval, Justin placed his smooth, cherub face to the wooden floor
and, raising his bubble butt in the air, mumbled for me to fuck him.

"Please, Mister. Please fuck me."

Justin's tiny pucker was twitching in anticipation, a tiny hairless star
winking greedily from between his ample buttocks. "You shave that hole
often, faggot?" I asked him, stepping forward and putting my boot to one of
his cheeks.

"Y-y-y-yes, Mister."

"Why, faggot?" We both knew, I just wanted him to say it.

"M-m-m- men like it, Mister. They like when my asshole is shaved. And I
uhhh hhnnn-"

Sticking my middle and pointer finger straight into the blonde's boy pussy,
I was thrilled to find it was just as pliable and tight as I had
imagined. "Nobody cares a shit about you, boy. You were right with the
first part though, you do it because men like your sissy bitch cunt shaved
and hairless." Digging into the first knuckle, I flexed my fingers, lifting
and massaging the lips of the little boy's asshole. "This bitch hole was
made to be raped by men, and you'll do whatever you can to keep making it
pleasurable to men."

I dragged my fingers out of the boy's fleshy back-end, watching it flare
open, shuddering for more.

"It's time." I nodded at Charm to get the boy a heavy whiff of poppers
ready. His tight little bitch hole and my dangerously mammoth cock meant he
was going to need them.

Thumping my boner on the flare of Justin's winking asshole, I dropped onto
a knee and began to mount the 18 year old sissy, fulfilling his
destiny. Forcing the head of my bulbous cock past his hole, I could feel
the teen's hole snap back snugly on me as he cried out.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god," Justin repeated retardedly, feeling his hole
really being turned into a pussy.

Sneering, I swayed my hips, digging just a fraction more into his
impossibly tight ass. "That's right, bitch. This cock is your god now."
Savoring the flavor of really breaking in the boy, I used one hand to grab
him by his slight hips, reaching out the other to grab him by the golden
scruff at the back of his neck. Pulling him up by the back of the neck and
dragging him back by the hips, I was able to fit another inch into the boy
who began babbling while I took spaced out, deliberate stabs further into
his quivering sissy hole.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck you're huge. Oh my god." Stab.

"Fuck, fuck, please! Oh god, please. Please slow down." Stab.

"Y-y-y- you're ripping my ass open, Mister. Jesus!" Stab.

Stab. Stab. Stab. Three consecutive, rapid jolts pushed my cock in to the
halfway point. Throbbing inches still stuck out obscenely from Justin's
ass, but the other half felt perfect being embedded deep in this kid's
insides while he screamed and cried out.

"Ah, ah, ah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts, Mister!" blue eyes tearing, red
and glassy from the Tina and all the other drugs, Justin was on the edge of
breaking.

"Tell me you love this, faggot." I craned the boy backwards like a
rag-doll, forcing eye contact.

"I - I- I love this, Mister. I love your huge dick breaking my boy pussy
innnn..."

Shoving his head down onto a wickedly wide-nosed bottle of poppers, I held
the boy down and began to, without stopping, force the rest of my massive
dick into the tiny twink's blossoming bitch hole.

"Gohhhhhhd," Justin mindlessly slurred as he opened up like never
before. The poppers, the muscle relaxant Soma, and all of the booze and
drugs he'd ingested had him right on the edge of brainless fucktoy,
conscious but barely sentient. Only feeling, hardly thinking a thought in
his pretty little head.

Bottoming out in the boy's pussy, I flexed my rod and grinned at another
cunt conquered. Nodding for Charm to pass the poppers to me, I took a long
drag while the blonde fucktoy got used to his hole being fully possessed by
a real alpha male.

Then, I started to fuck him.

I started slow, not for the boy's sake, but so I could feel the initial
stretch and tear of the boy's ass guts as emptied his inner rectum. Pulling
my hips back and back, I dragged the long, curving length of my cock out of
Justin until only the head was in. Repeating the process, the only
difference was that Justin's hole was just a little broken in than before,
only a little more pliant and less resistant to being fucked open. Still
ridiculously tight, I relished in the sensation of the tight teen's ass
muscles parting before my invasive cock.

Hitting the bottom, I released the back of the boy's neck and, reaching
underneath him, began to maul and pinch the kid's tiny, rock-hard
nipples. A true whore, young and overstimulated, Justin literally started
shooting his first load of the night as he shrieked girlishly.

"Oh god, Mister, I'm cummmmming!"

Picking up the pace, I started to thrust harder into the boy's burgeoning
bitch hole. My balls slapped into his pathetic package each time I bottomed
out, and I could feel his breaths coming in ragged and quick as I began to
fuck him in earnest.

"You're never going back," I told him. "This is the new normal for you,
bitch."

The boy's hole must have been on fire, but he was in fuckboy heaven. His
little cock flopped around as I began to lay waste to his guts. Sluicing in
and out, I kept a firm hand on his shaking hips and slapped him in the ass,
a red hand print dwarfing the pert, bubble butt cheek it landed on. Man,
there's nothing like breaking a slut in and spanking him when your dick's
still stretching him out. Another slap, Justin's cunt tightening again.

"Gahhh," SMACK. "Gawwd," SMACK. "Mishtahh," SMACK. "Pleassse," SMACK.

Jamming my dick in harder with every downthrust, I began to really bring my
weight down on the infinitely smaller figure, fucking him prone into the
wooden floor. Justin, writhing and crying out, continued to cum again and
again as I mounted his petite frame and began to long-dick the snot out of
his pathetic, sissy dick.

The force of my thrusts, and the fact that Justin was and head been
sweating profusely, meant that he began sliding across the floor each time
I reached the innermost depths of his bitch hole. Most would have already
let loose inside the blonde teen's tight shitter, but I was fueled up and
ready to really rock. Deciding there wasn't going to be enough friction
this way, I cranked back on the boy's slender hips (already turning black
and blue from where I had manhandled him) and, reaching forward, grabbed
him by the jaw with my fingers.

"Ahhhhh!" with his head wrenched back and his lower torso still under my
bulky frame, Justin must have experienced intense pressure on his little
cock and balls as I drove him into the wood. "Myshtahhh!!" Almost
incoherent, Justin began to flail slightly as I fishhooked him back towards
me, keeping him in place with one arm while I began to piston in and out of
him harder and harder.

"That's it, you fucking piece of faggot rape meat. Take that fuck."

Justin's mouth, gaped open by my hand, began to loll and drool all over
me. The boy's tongue lashed out, licking my hand like a puppy
would. Sinking my fingers into the boy's cheeks, I began to pull back,
pinning the boy against my thrusts with just his young, smooth, angelic
face to take the beating. Unable to do more than sputter and sputter, the
blonde faggot's head flew back as he gasped and groaned.

Slamming the boy harder, I hit my momentum while maniacally mauling the
boy's ass and face simultaneously. Getting off on his struggling, orgasming
flinches, I felt myself get close and, wanting to hit the height of my
alpha control, finished fishhooking Justin, slapping him across the face
instead.

On one knee again, cradling his tiny frame (his ass lips gnawing
possessively around my dick), I put my arm around Justin's head from
behind, hooking his neck in my bicep. Flexing, letting him know I could
snap his neck if I wanted, I arched the bitch boy backwards and, forcing
his blue eyes onto mine, demanded him to tell me.

"What do you want, bitch?"

"P-P-P-P-..." Shuddering and desperate, the 18 year old twink finally
accepted his destiny and let out the words that sent me over the edge just
as I pummeled the last of his pathetic jism out through his prostate. "P-P-
Please break me!!!"

Squeezing him by the neck so hard that his blood-shot, blue eyes nearly
burst from his boyish face, I began to jackhammer into the bitch
mercilessly, my huge nuts slapping forward and walloping his meager ones on
each downstroke. Choking and cumming, Justin began to spasm, his ass
squeezing like wild around my dick as it swelled and began to empty my man
load into his willing, ruined boy pussy.

Nothing is like the rush of cumming inside a newly made bitch. It was a few
full minutes before I let up on Justin's neck and dropped him face-first
onto the wooden floor, twitching and convulsing. Placing the paw that had
been around his neck on the fat, sweat slick ass, I rudely removed my
entire length with no regard for the cunt struggling and fighting to keep
me inside. The boy's hole gaped, insanely distended and bubbling over with
the froth from my fuck juice.

Getting to my feet, I surveyed the scene: the damaged, wholly fucked out
twink simply a spread out akimbo. Justin had shot multiple loads all over
my wooden floor. I made a mental note to punish him later for making a mess
and cumming without permission.  Instead, for the moment, I simply stood
over him and put the heel of my foot to the back of his neck.

"Say thank you, bitch."

Justin took a full minute to get out the words: "Th-th-th- thank you,
Mister."

I turned to Charm, my dick already hardening.  "Call the crew, this bitch
will be ready for more by the time they get here." I went to my room to put
on a sleeveless exercise shirt.

Charm nodded eagerly and, seeing me grab a pair of shorts and start putting
on my sneakers, asked, "You got out now?"

"Gym. Be back for more in a little."

-end chapter 2 "Breaking the Blonde"

That's it for Justin's introduction story. Muscle faggot up next.

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