Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2020 14:47:11 -0400
From: sausagewithgirth@gmail.com
Subject: Substitute Fleshlite

I was out in the woods with a group of friends for a two week camping
trip. Everyone was having a good time, but my buddy Steve looked a little
stressed, which was unusual, since he was such an easy going guy. I asked
him if anything was wrong, and if I could help. He looked at me, and said
no, it was something he needed to deal with on his own. I respected his
privacy and told him that I was there for him, and if there was anything I
could do to help him out, I would be happy to do it. That caused Steve to
pause and look me up and down. I could see on his face, that he had come to
some sort of decision.  "Maybe you can help me out, after all. Let's go for
a walk."

Steve took the lead and we went out, deep into the woods. Steve kept a good
pace and I was always seemed to be a few steps behind him, trying to keep
up. After about thirty minutes of walking in silence, Steve decided to open
up to me.  "Angie and I broke up three weeks ago."

"I am sorry to hear that." I said sincerely. He and Angie had looked like a
perfect couple. They were really into each other, and seemed very happy
together.

"Yeah, it's been hard. We were together for three years and she was great.
She was the first girl I had met that liked sex as much as I do. Her
appetite never seemed to wane, she was horny all the time. We fucked a
couple of times a day."

"Really? That's amazing. What happened?" I asked trying to get him to open
up.

"We realized that while the sex was amazing, we really had nothing else in
common. We weren't moving forward, we were just using each other to feel
good."

"And you wanted more?"

"Yeah...we both did. The break up was mutual and there are no hard
feelings. The problem is after years of fucking several times a day, it has
been hard to go cold turkey. My cock is hard twenty four hours a day. I am
so horny I can't think straight."

"That's what's going on? You are horny? I laughed a little.

"It's not funny, my balls hurt."

"So jerk yourself off."

"It's not that simple."

"Sure it is. Trust me, I masturbate all the time."

"Believe me, I have tried. After years of pushing my cock into Angie's
tight, warm, wet pussy my big, rough right hand doesn't feel good. I can't
get off."

"You could try getting a Fleshlite. It feels pretty realistic when you
stroke yourself, might help you get off if it feels like a pussy you are
pounding your meat into."

"Great idea, except that we are out here in the middle of nowhere for
another ten days, and I don't see a sex-toy shop nearby."

"Alright, so you will need to make-do for the rest of the trip, try
something new and different, to help take your mind off your blue-balls and
the complete lack of pussy nearby to dump a load into. It's not that
long. You can do ten days, can't you?"

"Like I said, I am so horny, I can't think straight. I need to bust a nut
or I will go crazy. So, I am going to take your advice and "make-do" for
the rest of the trip. I also like the idea of a Fleshlite to simulate a
woman's pussy."

"Yeah, it's not the same as the real thing, but it sure beats a rough
hand. When you get back to civilization, pick one up, watch some porn, and
go to town."

"Here's the thing...I can't wait that long, I need to bust a nut now."

"Alright, go ahead, I'll give you some privacy."

"Haven't you been listening, my right hand ain't going to cut it. My cock
needs to penetrate and fuck a hole, nothing else is going to satisfy it. I
need get myself a Fleshlight...a substitute pussy, a fuck hole."

"Like you said, no sex shops nearby."

"Yeah, and like you said, it's time for some out of the box thinking. I
think I have a solution to my problem. You are going to help me out."

"You want me to jerk you off? I'm not really comfortable with the idea of
stroking another dude until they cum."

"No, I don't want you to jerk me off. Your hands will most likely be softer
than mine, but still not the same as plunging my cock into a warm, wet
hole."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I am going to use your mouth and your ass as Fleshlites...
substitute pussies. After I pound a load or two into your mouth-cunt, I am
going to bend you over and fuck you, again and again, until my balls are
fully drained."

"No way am I letting you fuck me!"

"You have no choice. I need this. Quite frankly, I am much bigger and
stronger than you. We are out in the middle of the woods, where no one can
hear you scream. And trust me, you are going to scream. Not to boast, but
my uncut cock is massive, and it's going to hurt going in...well it's going
to hurt you, It's going to feel great to me. You are just what I need...a
set of warm, tight fuck holes existing to service my cock."

"I don't want to be a hole for you or your cock!!!!"

"Yeah, too bad. I don't actually care what you want."

"Wait, I'm your friend...please don't do this to me. I'm...I'm not a
faggot. And I don't want to be your bitch. I don't want to be any dude's
bitch. We're supposed to be bros. Friends don't do this to each other."

In response to my plea, Steve opened his belt and undid his jeans. He was
going commando, so his thick cock was immediately exposed. It popped out,
already mostly hard. While I stood there stunned by what he proposed and
the sight of his massive meat surrounded by a pile of bright red pubes.
Steve grabbed my shoulders and roughly pushed me to my knees. He then
rammed his thick cock into my mouth with no warning.

"I have enough friends. What I need right now is a warm, wet hole to pound
my cock into. I don't need you as a friend, I need you as a Fleshlite, a
substitute pussy, I need you to be a hole."

His cock is too much. He's too big, too thick for my inexperienced
throat. I pull off him, coughing and gagging. When I stop coughing, he rams
his cock back past my lips and deep into my mouth. His dick is leaking
pre-cum like crazy and I could taste it, salty and sweet. So much precum
spills from his slit, I feel like I'm drowning. It filled my mouth and
reflexively, I swallowed. The action of my throat muscles contracting
caused Steve to moan above me.

"Yeah, just like that. Swallow my cock and make me feel good. When you
swallow, it's like your throat muscles are stroking my cock. Just like when
I punch my meat into a pocket pussy. This is amazing, I am using your face
like a fuck toy. You're taking my cock like a real Fleshlite now. You were
born to be a cock sleeve."

As he spoke, he started thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper into my
oral cavity. In and out, over and over until he was literally skull fucking
me. This was not a blowjob. Steve had no need for me to suck or lick him,
he just needed me to cover my teeth and let him jerk himself off. He was
literally using my mouth as a Fleshlite. A warm, wet hole, existing only
for him to use to masturbate. I was crying, spit and drool dripping down my
chin. My breaths were gasps for air, each time his cock left my throat. He
was gripping my head tightly while fucking my face harder than I thought
possible. Suddenly he thrust in full depth. With my nose buried in those
ginger pubes I felt him unload his balls directly into my stomach.

"Take it, hole. Take my load! That's three weeks' worth of my built up
man-seed being unloaded into you."

It felt like he had opened a fire hose inside of me. I could not keep up
with the amount of semen he was blowing down my throat. I started
choking. He yanked his still hard cock out of my mouth, while I tried to
catch my breath. Before I could fully recover, he flipped me over and
pushed me to the ground. He sat on my legs, grabbed my ass cheeks and
spread them apart. Then he leaned forward and I could feel the head on his
big cock pushing right against my puckered anal opening. I was just about
to start begging him again not to fuck me when I felt him begin to force
his big fuck-stick up my ass and the pain...oh my god, the pain! The pain
was simply unbelievable. With no warning or preparation, he punched his
massive fuck stick into me, lubed by whatever spit and cum was left on his
cock from my forced skull rape. "AARRRRHHHHH...!!!" I screamed, just like
he said I would, feeling his thick fuckstick break through my virgin
rectum. I seized up, clamping my buttocks together to try to force the dick
from my panfully stretched out hole. But Steve counter acted by gripping me
up around the neck, with his forearm, in a headlock, then shoved his hips
forward harder working its way into me. My hole was way too small, tight
and virgin to take a cock as big as his in one deep, hard stroke. It felt
like he was ripping me in half. My asshole felt completely raped open as
his massive cock buried itself inside my throbbing and convulsing
bowels. Even using his muscles to press forward into me, my hole was way
too tight to open up fully and accept this intrusion. He managed to bury
about half of his cock inside of me on the first stroke, before the
friction and tightness brought his forward progress to a halt.

"Wow, your fuck chute is gripping down on my cock hard. This is the
tightest pussy I have ever been inside. Oh, yeah, I am sure it hurts you
right now. I've got a big cock and your virgin ass is tight as shit. But
give it a couple weeks and that little twat of yours will stretch out
nicely and you'll be squealing, with pleasure, like a bitch in heat, when I
pound my meat up your hole. Hell, boy, by the end of this camping trip, all
you'll have to see is my hard cock pointed in your direction and your pussy
will start lubing itself, getting wet in anticipation of being used, your
thighs will start quivering, and your little fuck hole will start twitching
with desire. Just wait. You'll see. You're not only gonna be my substitute
fleshlite, you're gonna enjoy it. You are going to crave having my thick
cock in your cunt."

I screamed out in pain, again. "Please, please, please stop! I don't want
to be your fuck toy. I can't take it. It's too big."

He was using my virgin hole with no preparation, Just a hard thrust into my
dry fuck chute. I guess, I had hoped, if he was going to use me, there
would be some attempt to reduce the pain, at the very least he would try to
open me up a little, make it easier to take his cock. Maybe some lube, to
assist in reducing the skin on skin friction. But he was way to horny to
deal with niceties like prepping me. He needed to be buried in a tight
hole. He was feeling the need to breed, and, it was quickly obvious, that
he simply did not care how this felt to me, this was about his needs, his
desires and his pleasure. I was simply a means to an end. A hole for his
cock. I don't think it even occurred to him to try and make it easier on my
hole.

"Oh my god, take it out! It's too big, your ripping me in half."

"Nah, it ain't to big! No cock is too big for a fuck toy, even mine. Your
cunt-hole is just too small, right now. But don't worry, I'll have it
stretched out in no time. Soon your ass will be a huge, gaping hole,
perfectly sized take my cock."

I continued to scream and beg him to stop as he forced more of his massive
cock into my tight, little asshole. He grunted loudly as his cock inched
deeper and deeper into my body. Each downward stroke opening me up a little
further. I tried to pull away from him, to escape the pain and humiliation
of being used like a sex toy. I did not want to accept what was
happening. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging in and holding me in
place. His huge cock moving in and out of my butt. I could feel his cock
stretching me out and making my fuck chute conform to its size and
shape. He was re-configuring my hole to be a perfect fit for his meat. He
was as lost in the pleasure of getting off as I was lost in the pain of
being used to help him get off.

He looked down at me. Reflected in his eyes I could see myself. I had the
unmistakable look of a boy, who obviously had never even considered that
this could happen to me, taking a hard dick up my tight asshole for the
first time. I am shocked and horrified, realizing that I have now become a
bitch and that there's no going back. Everything I thought I was,
everything I thought my future held is literally being fucked away, as my
asshole is being turned into a cunt, into a pussy for another man's use and
enjoyment. I am being fucked like a girl and bred like a bitch. There is no
going back, I will always know that another man has used me for his
pleasure. Each stroke of his cock, felt like it was fucking the manhood out
of me. I would never be able to walk around and pretend that I was a man
again. In my mind, and his, I would forever be a bitch, a fuck bitch.

"Fuck yeah, now you are starting to loosen up a little. Letting my meat up
inside of you. Making me feel good."

He had a firm grip on my hips as he pushed and pulled my body, back and
forth, to better take his cock. He was doing exactly what I had suggested,
he was using a Fleshlite to jerk himself off. My problem was that my
formerly virgin ass was now that Fleshlite. I was nothing more than an
object for him to use to make his cock feel good. Over and over he punched
his massive cock into me, forcing my tight, formerly un-molested ass to
stretch out to accommodate his tool. It was incredibly painful, yet he did
not slow down or show any sympathy for my pain. He was fucking me as hard
as he could, punching deeper and deeper into my guts. I was nothing more
than a hole for him to jerk off into.

As I writhed in pain, unable to get away or stop what was happening to me,
my mind started to wander. The pain had caused me to try and blank off what
was happening to me. My thoughts went to Steve and how he could do this to
me. I thought we were friends. It was as though he was trying to hurt me,
although I know that is not the case. He simply needed to feel good, fuck a
hole and get off. In order to do that, I was forced to endure some pain. My
pain was simply a byproduct of his needs. I realized, his indifference to
my suffering made sense - when using a Fleshlite, you don't care or even
consider what the Fleshlite is feeling while pounding your hard cock in and
out of it. It's just an object to be used. Just like me now. I was being
used to provide his cock with pleasure.

Steve is an aggressive fucker. His cock is rearranging my insides,
stretching me out and making my hole into his personal masturbation
tool. He is not doing it to hurt me, he is doing it to make himself feel
good.  "Fucking take that cock. Yeah bitch, I am opening your cunt up and
re-sizing it to fit my meat."

In and out. Over and over. With each inward thrust he manages to get a
little more of his massive cock into me. In and out. It feels like someone
is pile driving a two by four into my guts. Then Steve grabs my hips and
pulls me fully into him. I feel those ginger pubes smashing against my butt
cheeks and I know he is inside me fully, he is balls-deep. He lets it sit
there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being fully hilted.  "Now I
want you to start clenching your cunt muscles, make me feel good. Just like
you were doing with your throat muscles. Yeah, just grip my cock with your
hole. That's better. But you need to milk it. Open up and relax as I punch
into you, then grip down as tight as you can as I start to pull out. There
you go, just like that. Now you are getting it. You are a good little fuck
toy, aren't you?"

Steve was pounding the hell out of my ass. He was really throwing it to me
and even though I begged him to slow down, to take it easy on my sore
asshole, he just laughed at me.  "Get used to it, bitch."

Him calling me bitch, made me understand that my friendship with Steve is
over. He no longer sees me as his friend, or even as another guy. I am
nothing more than a cum rag to him. A thing to take his loads and wipe his
cock off on when he is done jerking it. He pounded my ass for over an
hour. The friction from his mostly dry cock, felt like sandpaper inside
me. Occasionally he would add some spit to minimally lubricate my fuck
chute. Eventually I was begging and pleading with him to cum in me, just to
end this torturous assault on my ass. Then I felt his cock engorge a little
more and push as deep as it could go. He unloaded his nuts into my ass,
finally providing some lubrication. He fucked me for another ten minutes to
insure his cum was pushed deep inside, where it would not drip out.

"Ahhhh fuuuuck! That felt amazing. I made the right decision in turning you
out. You are much more useful as a Fleshlite than you ever were as a
friend."

I lay there on the ground looking up at Steve. He looked down and grinned.

"You took my cock like a pro. I just knew you had a pussy down between your
legs. Any hole that can take a cock as big as mine in the first go, without
bleeding, was made to take cock."

"That was rape."

"No, it wasn't, it's not possible to rape you. The rest of this trip is
going to be great, we can relax and not spend every waking moment thinking
about busting a nut. Whenever we get horny, we can just bend you over and
take care things. It's going to be great couple of weeks now that we have a
place to dump our loads."

"What do you mean we? You can't tell the guys!"

"Of course, I am going to tell the guys, what kind of friend would I be if
I did not share my toys. Now that you are officially a Fleshlite, the other
guys might want to use you to jerk off into. It would make me a selfish
bastard, if I tried to keep your new role as my personal fuck toy, a
secret, and did not share your holes with them. I am many things, but
selfish is not one of them. I am happy to share my toys with my friends. I
am a nice guy, after all.  "I was your friend too! You did not seem to have
a problem treating me like a solution for your needs, regardless of what I
wanted or did not want. You just raped me and dumped your cum loads inside
me."

"Raped you? You can't rape an Fleshlite. Its sole purpose is to take
cock. After all, you are the one who suggested that I find an alternate
pussy to use. It was your idea. Then you opened your mouth and showed me
what a perfect fuck toy you actually are. You massaged my thick meat with
your throat muscles and thru your actions, encouraged me to cream your
tonsils. Then as I was plowing your tight, little asshole open, like you
suggested, you were begging me to shoot my load in you. You ceased to be my
friend the second you swallowed my creamy cum load and you ceased to be a
man when you begged for my cum inside of you."  "Please, just don't tell
the guys."

"I believe that it's important that they know, if only so we don't have to
sneak off somewhere private to have you drain my balls four or five times a
day. It will be much easier if it's out in the open. Everyone shares your
holes. Besides, my real friends, the ones that don't take dick and swallow
jizz, are going to be curious. It'll be interesting to see how the guys you
grew up with and hung out with, as equals, are going to react to the fact
that you are, in reality, a cum guzzling fuck toy. I wonder if any of them
will be surprised? I imagine it will be very embarrassing, for you, to beg
them to use you for their sexual gratification. Pleading with your former
buddies to feed you their cocks and cum. It will be awkward, at first, but
once they have seen, and felt, your holes in action, I bet every one of
them are going to want to jerk themselves off using your mouth and your
pussy instead of their right fist. And once they actually get a feel of
your cunt muscles clenching around their hard cock's, I bet they are going
to want to have a "release", like you, around, all the time."

"Since your true purpose in life is to take cock and assist men in getting
off, it would be a criminal waste not to tell them, so they can use
you. They are men and have cocks, that's all you need to care about. I am
sure that even though they will cease to be your friends, once they have
cum inside of you, they will see the advantage of having a fuck toy, like
you, around to use. You will still get to "hang out" with them, just in a
very different role."

The idea of my friends finding out that I have Steve's cum loads in my
stomach and in my ass was terrifying. I grew up with these guys, I have
known them for years, and now they were going to be told that I am Steve's
personal Fleshlite and that my holes are available for them to use.

Steve tucked in his still semi engorged cock and zipped up his pants. He
looked down on me with cold eyes, showing no compassion for the violent
transformation he just put me thru.

"C'mon, hole, lets go"

I jumped at his command and pulled on my underwear, pants and shirt.

Steve pulled out his knife. I looked even more shocked and backed away from
the giant redhead with a knife that had just raped me.

"Relax, I am not going to cut you. Just bend over."

Steve spun me around and bent me over at the waist. He fingered my ass thru
my pants. I felt him grab a fold of fabric and pull it towards him. He then
used the knife to cut a hole in the ass of my pants and underwear. He
ripped it a little and rammed a thick finger into my well fucked ass.

"That's better, now there's nothing covering your hole. A fuck toy, like
you, should be easy to use. Now when I get horny, I can just bend you over,
exposing your tight little fuck hole and ram my cock home."  He stood up,
unzipped and punched his cock into me again, just to show me that he could.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah, I am going to be using this hole a lot from now on. You
were obviously made to serve. You are whining that you don't want to be my
fuck toy, and yet you are clenching your cunt muscles on my cock making me
feel good."  He was right, I was squeezing down on his fuck stick. The
muscle memory from my recent cunting, just kicked in. He had already
trained me to make him feel maximum pleasure while inside me. He held me
there for a moment, while he enjoyed the clenching sensation my chute was
giving his meat. Then he started stroking in and out again. He was jerking
himself off, using me as his cock sleeve. After about twenty minutes he
shot another hot, creamy load in me. I could feel my ass overflowing with
his jizz. Wet globs of cum dripping down my taint and thighs.

"Wow, I made a mess out of your back end. Looks like you will get your
wish. I won't have to tell the guys about your new role in our group. My
cum loads dripping out of your crotchless jeans will tell them everything
they need to know."  On the walk back to the cabin, Steve fucked my butt,
again. He must not have been kidding about how horny he was, going without
for the past three weeks. We came upon a fallen tree, and Steve forced me
to bend over the trunk with my ass in the air. With the hole cut in the
rear of my jeans and underwear, he did not even need to pull down my pants,
he just rammed his cock right in as soon as he had me bent over. This being
the third time he had fucked me, my ass was still stretched out and full of
his jizz, so he slid in with a lot less resistance than the first time. He
pulled out fully, then punched his way in again, and again, over and over,
destroying my sphincter. His cuntbuster punching into my abused, sperm
filled, hole sounded like a plunger working on a big clog. Wet, sloppy,
sucking sounds as my well lubricated cunt, attempted to get another load
inside of it.

The guys were not in the cabin when we returned, they must have gone down
to the lake. Steve opened the front of his jeans, and pushed me to my knees
and once again I found my mouth full of his thick cock. "Might as well
jerkoff, since we are alone, with nothing better to do." With his hands
gripping my head tight to his crotch, he backed up and sat down in one of
the lounge chairs, I was positioned between his thighs, with my head
bobbing up and down on his meat, with my back to the door.

I could hear the door open and they guys coming in, but could not see
them. My field of vision was completely occupied by Steve's flat stomach
and his thick bush of red pubes.  "What the fuck is going on here? Is that
Peter sucking your cock?"

"Yeah, little pete here, volunteered to be my fuck toy and help me jerk
off."

"Pete's gay?"

"I have no idea...the subject of whether he preferred guys to girls never
came up. However, he made it very clear that he was a faggot, cum dump,
available for use as a hole."

"How can he be a faggot and not gay?"

"Gay guys want what straight guys want, someone to love, good sex, a
relationship, but with another guy. But fags, they are different, they
aren't in it for love. Fags want to be used. To give pleasure to those
using them. It's not a mutual interchange, like sex, It's more like a
service. Fags get pleasure from serving those superior to them. Fags allow
themselves to be penetrated with a man's cock, because it helps the man
using them bust a nut. It's not really sex, its masturbating with a fag's
holes instead of your right hand.

"What do you mean? I don't get it. It looks like you are having sex with
him right now. Oral sex anyway, although it looks like pete has jizz
dripping out of those crotchless jeans. So how is this not gay?"

"Again, I'm not having sex with him, I'm just using one of his holes to
jerk myself off. I'm not gay, there are no emotions, like love or lust,
involved with this act, it's just a way to get off."

"You are going to have to explain this to us. Tell us the whole story on
why pete has your cock in his throat."

So, Steve tried, again, to explain my new role to our friends. Although, I
guess Steve was probably right, they would no longer be my friends once I
started serving them. I listened while Steve convinced my former friends to
use me for their pleasure. The whole time, bobbing my head up and down on
Steve's oversized cock.

"We were out in the woods and I was telling pete how horny I was since I
broke up with Angie and how fisting my cock did not feel as good as Angie's
sweet pussy. I told him how good her tight warm hole could feel wrapped
around my meat. pete suggested I just needed to find a substitute pussy to
use. I just needed a better way to masturbate, he explained. He said that
since I wanted a warm wet hole to get off in, I should use one of
his. Suggested that I could jerk myself off using his holes instead of my
right hand. He asked me to use him like any real man would use a pocket
pussy or a Fleshlite."

This was not the truth, it was not how it all occurred, but I was unable to
give my version of events, since my mouth was filled with Steve's cock.

"So you are just using him as a place to dump your loads and he's OK with
you using him without a condom, and cumming in him?"

"When I was masturbating myself with his ass, he literally begged me to cum
inside of him."

Again, not the truth, or not the whole truth anyway. I did beg him to cum
inside me, but only so that the brutal fucking he was throwing me would end
and my ass could get some rest.

"Go ahead try it out. I jerking off in this end, but the other hole is open
and ready to be used. I even lubricated it for ya."

"It feels a little weird using pete as a fuck toy. I mean we grew up
together, hung out as equals, he's on the team."

"I understand your feelings, and may have a solution for you. Stop thinking
of it as pete. Pete no longer exists, this is a Fleshlite, a pocket pussy,
a substitute cunt. Only it's better, cause it cleans itself up. Think of it
as an object, like a frying pan or a toilet, use it when you need to, then
forget about it when you don't. Even better, think of it like that old
crusty tube sock under your bed in junior high. You would pull it out when
you were horny, jerk a load off into it, wipe of any excess jizz with it,
then toss it back under your bed until the next time you need to empty your
balls. Did you ever worry about how that sock felt when you wrapped it
around your meat, pounded it hard and busted a nut into it? Of course not,
it was just a place to dump your sperm. That's what pete is now."

"You're right, it does make it easier to think of it that way. But it still
seems strange to call it pete, after all pete was a friend. Shouldn't it
have a new name to better fit it's new position in life? To use your
analogy, why don't we call him tubesock from now on?

"I like it! Come here tubesock, I need to jerk off."

One of the boys got behind me and placed his cock against the opening of my
ass. I could not tell who since my face was buried in Steve's crotch.
Without a second of hesitation, whoever it was shoved his rock hard prick
up my ass so hard and so fast I didn't have time to scream around Steve's
cock. He fucked my ass as if I was his personal slut. He didn't care how I
felt or how painful it was as he tore my asshole open, none of them were
going to care. I was going to be used by this group of men for their
pleasure and their pleasure alone. This was my new life.