Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2019 13:47:29 +0000
From: J <200885@gmail.com>
Subject: Top to Bottom - Part 8: Shock therapy

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Top to Bottom - Part 8: Shock therapy


The soreness in his ass burned like a fire as he reached around to feel the
dribbles of other men's seed leaking onto the cold marble floor.  He
struggled to move, a pounding headache taking over from the anally-imbibed
vodka.  "Carlossssssss..." Adam slurred, where the fuck was that little
housebitch?  He didn't really want to be seen like this by anyone but
Carlos was practically his indentured servant and a few slaps would ensure
his silence.  No reply came as his voice echoed down the hallway.  Adam
hauled himself gingerly to the bathroom, nursing his sore butt and shocked
by the welts from the blows and slaps he had sustained from the two dirty
pigs in the park bathroom as they had sodomised his model-worthy ass and
pumped him full of their loads.  Adam realised he had only cum once today -
after Billy had jerked him to the edge following the grudge fuck in the gym
changing room before butt-plugging him, the only release had cum after
those pig-fags in the park had defiled him from both ends and shot their
seed, finally jerking him off onto the floor before making him lick up his
own cum.  Usually Adam made others lick their cum off the floor and his
body, his own seed was always pumped balls-deep into an orifice after
taking his pleasure from their bodies.  No, that had not been a climax for
him as his huge cock had sprayed uselessly onto the floor.  The aftershock
from the enforced slurp-and-swallow of his own salty-bitter seed had made
him gag and caused his cock to shrivel.


Adam lay motionless on his bed all night, another night spent without him
fucking a pretty slut's willing pussy or some faggot muscle-boy from the
gym riding his ass onto Adam's thick cock.  He refused to acknowledge his
descent to the bottom of the pecking order.  He had wealth, status, looks
and a cock that screamed uber-TOP.  He had to somehow get his revenge, he
knew he had to reassert his dominance, overcome this and resume his status
as the top man, the guy who would fuck all others into submission.  Adam
had always kept leverage over his victims, both willing and unwilling.
Videos, photos - the same tools Cindy and Billy had used to blackmail him.
All those married sluts and college co-eds he had screwed - heaven only
knew how many of them ended up bearing his children without a word to their
parents or husbands after he had shown them footage of them getting fucked
with his face edited out.  All those studs he had topped from the gym - how
they had begged him for more cock and quietened down their protests after
he had sent them the photos of his giant cock in their mouths.  Cindy and
Billy were no different; he had footage on them and would make sure that he
and they were at least even - he would exchange their blackmail footage for
his.  Adam always kept the originals in a locked mahogany cupboard; he knew
that this insurance was going to get him out of this hole so he could
return to his position of dominance.


As dawn broke, Adam sent Billy a text.  He tried to resume some of his
former swagger.


ADAM: "Come over to my place.  I'll make you a deal.  Your sex videos for
the ones I have of me fucking you."


BILLY: "Hmmmmm"


ADAM: "I'll sweeten the deal.  $$ and the videos.  Originals.  Bring the
videos - talk when you get here."


BILLY: "Fine.  10am"


In the nearby cafe Carlo sipped his coffee, explaining to Billy how Adam
always kept the original videos of his depraved fuckings in his apartment
under lock and key.  "Every time he fucks a girl or a guy, he sends them a
copy of the video" he said.

"I know, muttered Billy - he sent one to me."

Cindy and Susie had arranged the meeting between the two young guys so they
could maintain this upper hand over Adam, knowing that the handsome stud's
selfishness and sense of self-preservation wouldn't be given up so easily.
As they chatted, Carlo offered his services to Billy - he knew the cute
college kid was his ticket out of his hellhole of serving Adam and he was
only too glad to help complete the takedown of his former master.


10am:


Billy stepped into Adam's apartment, gazing through the floor-to-ceiling
windows that offered expansive views of the city, stretching far beyond the
park where his former top had been so unceremoniously used like a piece of
street-pussy the night before.

Adam pointed at the leather couch, silently beckoning Billy to sit.  At
first he couldn't quite meet the gaze of his former pussy-boy as Billy
licked his lips seductively.  As he half-limped to the bar counter, the
morning rush of testosterone and the sight of Billy's tight ass plumped on
the chair caused Adam's cock to twitch.

"Ok sunshine, this shit has gone on long enough.  You've had your fun.  I
know faggots like you crave a real man's cock!" he said.

Billy barely batted an eyelid.

Adam continued "Get over here now, you prissy fag!"

Billy slowly complied, clutching a brown envelope with photos and a video
on a portable storage drive of Adam's first bottoming experience.

"Yeah, I knew it!  Come wrap those bitch lips on my cock, faggot!  Don't
worry, I'll pay ya...just leave that video on the sofa.  I have tapes of
all the little sluts I've fucked, all the bitches who keep coming back for
more."


Billy stopped.  "No...I won't." he said flatly.  Adam leaned over and
grabbed the younger man, ripping the video out of his hands and pushing him
down to his knees.  He ruffled Billy's hair, pulling the college boy's
shirt off and thrusting back his shoulders so he could move in for an
aggressive mouth-fuck.  Adam couldn't remember how many girls he'd
undressed in front of this sofa before bending them in half and enjoying
their twats and assholes on the plush carpet.

"Yeah, bitch, suck that cock!" he sighed, relishing the return to his
former state of mastery.  Billy tentatively shied away from the pump
cockhead that had broken in so many virgin holes.

"No, Adam...we had a deal.  I'm not letting you touch me, not after the
weekend!"

Adam growled, forcing his cock into Billy's mouth and moaning as the warm
crevice engulfed his gigantic cock.

"Eat my dick, faggot!  Get me wet for your cunt!"


On his knees with his mouth stuffed with Adam's 10-inch package, Billy
reached down, searching for the paper envelope with the video footage.
Adam kicked it away, pleased with how easy this re-reversal of roles had
turned out to be.  He was a natural top, a shark and killer, a slayer of
pussy and ass!  Lost in his moment of pleasure, flexing his biceps as he
pulled Billy further down on his cock by the ears, he didn't see Billy's
fingers casually flick open the switchblade...but he definitely felt the
coldness of the sharp steel against his balls.

"Aaaaaaahhhh...." he exclaimed, a sharp intake of breath as he let go of
Billy in shock.  Frozen in fear, his legs remained clamped either side of
Billy's head.  Billy reached his other hand behind Adam, sliding one finger
into Adam's sore hole as he spat the deflating cock out and eliciting a
guttural moan from the jock who stood there like a statue, vulnerable to
the elements.


"Look, Billy...let's talk ok?" he tried to maintain control as his voice
quivered.

"I'll play nice...I'll let you ride my cock slowly, ok?  I'll even suck
your prick..."

Billy shook his head.

"C'mon don't do anything stupid!  You've had your fun, so let's just swap
videos ok?"  Adam's tone had dropped to a huskier, humbler octave.  The
recently fucked man-slut found himself forced to negotiate from a point of
extreme weakness, conceding more and more ground as his furrowed brow
creased his handsome face.

"No can do, Ralston!" Billy said quietly.  "You haven't learned your
lesson..."

Billy held the cards now.  He stood up, facing Adam's muscular chest.


The door swung open as Carlo stepped in, gingerly tiptoeing to Billy's
side.  He had never seen his master in such an embarrassing compromising
position.  Adam blushed crimson, his fine features chiselled onto the
gorgeous model body that Carlo had serviced night after night.  His huge
cock, the automatic weapon that had felled nameless tops and pierced
innumerable pussies now hung limply, as deflated as Adam's ego.  Carlo
handed Billy a package and retrieved the paper envelope, leaving the
apartment as silently as he had come, not meeting Adam's gaze.  The
unfolding scene had been the subject of countless fantasies for Carlo,
watching the big stud top held hostage to the whims of the younger Billy.


Billy kept the blade resting against Adam's hefty balls, removing his
finger from the jock's anal cavity to reach for the package.  He pulled out
a dildo, slim and short with a flared head  Adam opened his mouth to
protest.  "Billy, please!  No, please man, I said I'd pay you!  Please,
just leave my ass alone, it hurts so much man!"


Pensively but purposefully, Billy licked his lips as he pushed the dildo
into Adam's ass-canal.  His broad shoulders rose and his feet slid apart to
give it easier access, knowing full well that his tender hole couldn't hold
back the plastic dildo.  "Oooooooouuuuucccchhh!!!" he yelled, as he was
forcibly penetrated by the synthetic knob in his own living room.
"Agggghh!! Please, put some more lube on it!!  Slow down, please!!"

"Nah, bitch, you've still got some of my sperm in ya, my swimmers should
help you with the last few inches!  C'mon, it's not as big as my cock..." he
taunted.

Billy shoved it in halfway before pushing Adam to the floor so his ass
crashed onto the plush rug as he impaled himself to the base of the
vibrating plastic cock.

Adam lifted his hips like a flopping fish as Billy jacked the remote
settings to maximum, triggering endless tingling feelings as it buzzed and
massaged his sensitive prostate and caused his cock to rise again.

"Nnnnnngggghhh, arrrrrrggghhh!!!! fffffuuuucccckkk!!" Adam's guttural moans
of protest echoed down the hallway as his hips bucked while the vibrator
sodomised him.  "Plllleeeease Billy!!!  Fuck you!!! fuck!!! I'll fuck you
so hard, fuck!!!!  Arrrgggh!!" he shrieked, losing control of his
inhibitions as his erection strained while the dildo vibrated in his hole,
keeping him on the edge of cumming.

The day had started so promisingly, with the cocky jock taking back
control, raping Billy's mouth...and here he was, strewn across the floor.
Billy didn't like Adam's tone - his condescending attitude towards `fags'
or his brute physical domination and refusal to accept that the tables had
turned.  The arrogant aggressive top needed to be taken down for good.  The
college student flicked a safety catch and pressed a blue button on the
vibrator remote, holding it down for three full seconds.


Suddenly Adam's entire body spasmed in pain as an electric current shot
through him, setting his muscles on fire, an explosion that emanated from
his dildo-punctured asshole.

"Yyyyeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrgggghhh!!!!!" he screamed, flopping about wildly.
The `shock' setting caused his cock to erupt with a full load, hitting him
in the face while his legs twitched like a frog on the carpet, flexing at
the hip and knee before kicking out rapidly as the shock modulated his
movements, like a marionette on a string.  "Aaaaaiiiieeeee!!!! Fuck, fuck,
fuck!!  Arrrrggggh!!! Please, it hurts, you're burning me from the
inside!!! Stop, please man, I'm begging you!  Just fuck me, please Billy,
just fuck me instead, I'll be good, I'm sorry, I'll be good!!"  Adam was
pleading and sobbing now, reaching for Billy's ankles and wailing like a
whore.  "Pleeeeeeease, just stop this thing, I can't take it, I'll ride
your cock, I'll swallow your cum, you can fuck me all you like, just stop
this, please!!!! Aggggghhhh!!!!! Please, I can't take the pain, it's
splitting me open!!!  I'll do anything, please...agggggghhhh!!!"


Billy smirked, the muscled jock top stud at his mercy, all that prime flesh
marinated in his own cum.  He turned off the shock mode and resumed maximum
vibration, forcing open Adam's now much more willing mouth to return the
face-fuck he'd been a victim of earlier.  As Adam gagged, Billy slapped his
face, yelling "no teeth, bitch!!"  An exhausted and shocked Adam continued
to suck hard on Billy's dick, slurping for all he was worth like an abused
cheap  prostitute.  "You're gonna be a bitch for me, a man-pussy, aren't
you?" Billy asked.  Adam nodded sadly.  "You're gonna take my cock when I
say, right, slut?  You're gonna do whatever I say?"  Adam nodded again.
"Yes...sir..." he whispered quietly.

Billy held a cloth over Adam's face, causing him to feel light-headed and
woozy...like he was dropping into a vat of molasses, falling deeper into a
muddy pit.  Billy smiled...

"Good.  Because when I'm done with you, your ass is gonna pay back every
pussy and ass you've ever destroyed...and then some..."