Date: Sun, 3 May 2020 15:59:34 +0100
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: Trent Hardacre meets his match - Chapter 2

Trent Hardacre meets his match
Chapter 2 - Programmed

This chapter's themes include fucking, porn, hypnosis and toys. Average
reading time 15 minutes.

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Trent left the set scarred by meeting Jacob. For someone who lived
through his dick, who put it at the heart of their identity, he found it
insane to be emasculated like that. Trent had always been able to rely on
his junk. It was rock hard when he needed it to be and forced its way
into the tightest of holes each and every time he wanted. It made every
pussy his bitch. But now? That fresh-faced bottom had just taken his
gigantic meat as if he was no bigger than a fucking popsicle! He'd
barely touched the sides and his erection had melted away to nothing.

The scene's director was so worried that he'd speed dialled escorts
before Trent was even out the building. He knew Hamilton Studio's top
star would need the release of an immediate grudge fuck if he was going
to come back from this. The sooner the humiliation of Jacob's clutchless
fuck was out of Trent's system the better.

That meant a rent boy was waiting a few metres from Trent's apartment
before the top arrived home. The escort wasn't to tell Trent he was paid
for or to make the hook up look too easy. No, he was just meant to be a
bitch off the street that Trent could tear into. The director had
requested as close to virgin as the escort service could provide (a tough
thing in this profession), however, Hamilton Studios was so well funded
that they usually got what they wanted.

Trent immediately saw the perfect piece of trade and almost fucked him
right there in public. However, he managed to hold back and threw the boy
inside to lay down a brutal and punishing fuck. Trent loved that the
street rat seemed totally unprepared for a dick his big, the boy even
trying to make a run for it on first sight. He delighted in turning the
little fuck puppet from mewling quim into total whore for his prick.

And yet... something still wasn't quite right for Trent. Jacob had gotten
to him and the whole experience had shaken him to his core. He simply
couldn't handle his latent and unmatched desire for the innocent and
novice looking boy with the reality of that loose and sloppy snatch.

Even when the truth about the boy's slackness went round the studio (the
packet of high-strength muscle relaxants had been found in Jacob's
jeans) Trent was still deeply warped. He wanted payback for the agony he
was feeling and for the deep humiliation he'd suffered on set. It
didn't matter that the `true' state of Jacob's hole had been revealed
now the drugs had worn off. Who cared that the bottom was actually close
to cherry and incapable of taking a dick as big as Trent's without
medication (or extreme pain!), Trent wanted revenge.

He decided that if Jacob had been able to take his giant dick so easily
on meds, then Jacob's hole should be that size all the fucking time!
After all, if Jacob's hole was big then it would permanently crave
nothing but the biggest dicks - not least Trent's own monster cock.

And - remembering how the bottom had so eagerly lapped up Trent's cum
shower (putting his dazed thirst for any liquid to one side) - then the
bitch should drink spunk non-stop!

Sick as these desires were, Trent was unfortunately enabled by the studio
system. He was Hamilton's top star and anything he wanted he got. The
boy was still in the recovery suite and the company's doctor was an
experienced hypnotist who was more than capable of planting just such
commands to twist Jacob's natural desires.

Trent knew that as soon as the boy felt those urges growing inside he
would come running to the porn star and beg to be fucked! After all, who
had the biggest and most loaded dick in the business? Trent Hardacre,
that's who! And then he could spurn the boy ice cold! He'd laugh at the
boy's desperate desire to be fucked by his giant cock and then send the
boy packing. Who would be the humiliated one now?!

------

Trent sat down with the studio's doctor to get things going. Dr Alan
Campion had heard what had gone down on set and was initially open to
hearing Trent's ideas. However, the more he listened the more Campion
pushed back. It sounded like Trent hadn't thought any of this through.
He was suggesting hypnotising someone with long-lasting and life-changing
commands just so he could tell a boy to fuck off. Surely it would be
easier to simply give Trent's crush a serious case of short-term fuck
lust and handle it that way? Trent could still be as brutal as he liked
but it wouldn't fuck the boy up forever.

Hearing the doctor use the word `crush' flicked a switch in Trent. He
felt an inexplicable anger that he hadn't realised such a simple
explanation for his obsession with Jacob. Especially as he didn't `do'
silly things like crushes. That irrational anger meant he demanded
Campion followed his instructions. He wanted the boy to have a hole that
could only be satisfied by big dick, and a thirst for cum that was
painfully real. Trent truly believed these urges would mean the boy would
come running straight to him, and then Trent could restore his
masculinity by rejecting the boy stone cold. Only that would make up for
his on-set humiliation.

Swallowing his misgivings, Campion set to work. If he was honest,
Trent's vengeful anger was a bit of a turn-on and he became determined
to do a good job. Maybe too good a job...

He woke the recovering bottom up gently, saying he was here to help him
get back on his feet. Jacob was initially unsure what had happened, only
that he felt woozy and off-colour. The doctor said there was nothing to
worry about but that he did need to go through a quick exam before being
released. All totally standard procedure before payment could be made.

However, that didn't explain why Jacob was soon transfixed and staring
deep into Campion's eyes. The doctor counted down from ten to one and
Jacob sunk deeper and deeper, listening only to the medic's voice and
following his instructions without question... without hesitation... and
without any memory of the trance.

Soon Campion was implanting Trent's goals for the boy deep inside the
bottom's mind. Firstly, to have a hole so big that it could only be
tamed by cock as big as Trent's. Surely that meant the boy needed to
have an unnatural obsession with size?

"Jacob... from this moment on you're going to have a new purpose in
life. Your new goal in life is to have as giant an ass as possible. You
will work ceaselessly to increase the size of your hole... your pussy...
your cunt. Don't be afraid of these words, they are all names you will
become intimately familiar with and be proud to use as your own."

And that's when Campion went a bit too far.

To prevent any backsliding of Jacob's hole (and because the doctor knew
just how big Trent's dick was) he gave the boy an acute case of hole
dysmorphia. Normally it's bodybuilders who have dysmorphia: they look in
the mirror and no matter how big their body they barely see their true
size. That mismatch with reality drives them to new heights of ceaseless
exercise and dieting.

However, for Jacob the condition would manifest itself in a very
different place. No matter how big the boy's cunt Jacob would always see
it as small. It meant his hole could never be stretched too far or too
wide.

Campion was just as elegantly brutal when it came to the second part of
Trent's desires: the cumlust.

He twinned the boy's ability to orgasm with the boy's own cum
consumption. From now on Jacob would have to swallow a significant amount
of semen before the bottom could shoot himself. Campion set the target at
25 loads (give or take a few millilitres...). This unnatural command gave
Jacob a powerful and all-consuming thirst that the bottom would never
truly understand. Just that his hunger for spunk would be very real and
that he needed lots of it to unload himself.

Campion slowly bought the young bottom out of his trance and helped him
get ready to leave. Jacob left in good health but of course neither the
doctor nor Trent knew the true consequences of their actions.

------

Up till a few weeks ago Jacob Dax had led a calm and sheltered life.
Handsome and well put together, his skin was flawless and he was blessed
with a beautiful bubble butt and piercing blue eyes. You could get lost
in either if you were honest.

However, his exposure to sex had been very different to Trent's. In fact
for a long time Jacob wasn't sure he even had a sex drive, so sheltered
was his upbringing. His home life had been secure but his parents were
over-protective of their only son. They had wanted to keep him `safe'
and therefore kept his internet use locked down and even his TV viewing
restricted.

It meant that sexual desire was something on the periphery for him. Sure,
he had wet dreams as a teenager but that was down to him not being in
control of his body, not that he was unfulfilled, right? His latent
feelings of homosexuality hadn't helped, unnecessarily squashing his
natural instincts to explore. He was under such a bind from his morally
conservative parents that he truly wanted to keep them happy. He took
that frustration out at the gym, constantly honing his body into physical
perfection.

All that meant discovering his sexuality was a slow and gradual progress.
Yes, porn got passed around school, torn pages of girlie mags and
snatched film clips (though the school's internet filters were insane at
shutting stuff down before the students got to see much about anything).
It was years before he finally got to really see a porn clip of a man
properly fucking a woman. Watching it confirmed his deepest feelings: he
was instinctively focusing on the dude and his dick, rather than the girl
and her fanny. He was sure he was gay.

That realisation didn't do him much good though. He was too under the
parental thumb to do anything about it. He was just able to pick up the
driest details from sex-ed classes or from infrequent TV programs that
occasionally slipped through his parent's careful watch.

Everything changed the summer before College and his pent-up yearning
meant he finally became determined to be free of his parents. He left
home, wanting to discover both himself and earn his financial freedom
before entering higher education. He struggled to think of a temp job he
was capable of, but then an encounter in the town's swimming baths
changed all that. A muscular jock had tried to force himself on (and in)
Jacob's bubble butt. He had only managed to slip away because some kids
had wandered into the changing rooms. It was a crazy, crazy thought... but
if that jock had wanted to fuck him so bad then surely others would too,
right? He could skip the judgement of his small-town folks, head to the
city, do some porn and earn some money whilst learning about life.
Perfect! He really was that naive...

Unsurprisingly his plans didn't turn out as expected. Sure he had the
body for porn but he hadn't appreciated just how many other men were
trying to make a living from selling their bodies too. It was a
competitive market and he quickly found out his only chance of getting a
call back was if he capitalised on his innocent looks and only auditioned
as a bottom. Thankfully he realised the role suited his temperament but
he was still nervous when his first scene arrived. He didn't want to be
taken advantage of so he hadn't told anyone on set that he was still
virgin... sure, by now he knew the theory - thanks internet! - but not the
practical.

Taking that first dick had been something of a revelation though. His
flawless skin worked in his favour and the entire set talked about his
V-shaped body and broad bubble butt. The experienced top sensed Jacob's
innocent energy and unknowingly made the bottom's first time a perfect
introduction to gay sex. The initial shock of pain turned to a surge of
pleasure and instilled a strong desire inside of Jacob to do it over and
over again.

Of course, that desire didn't automatically translate into work. He only
had a few films to his name when he'd come to Trent's attention. And
his shyness meant he'd only managed a few one-night stands too. That was
why Jacob volunteered so quick at the suggestion of working for Hamilton
Studios. He needed the money and wanted the experience.

He remembered turning up for the shoot but he walked out of Hamilton's
recovery room in a very odd mood. He couldn't place what had just
happened. Had he really taken Trent Hardacre's dick? Something told him
he had but he couldn't be sure. Something was different though,
something he couldn't quite place. It was like he was feeling things in
his body that had always been there but yet he'd never heard or listened
to before. He couldn't explain it.

He immediately set out to find more porn work with a desire and zeal that
surprised him. He got in touch with every studio he'd worked with so far
(and many more besides) reminding them of his availability and pert
bubble butt... however, he didn't have much success though. Yes, he was
still fresh-faced, but there was a rumour flying around about his visit
to Hamilton Studios. If Jacob had met Trent Hardacre then that could only
mean one thing for the bottom's previously tight hole.

Finally he managed to score with a studio that hadn't heard the gossip.
A last minute cancellation that needed covering. Jacob couldn't remember
ever being quite so keen to be fucked. He really wanted this one, not
least as he knew the top was nicely hung. He was shocked to discover
himself researching his co-star, intently studying photos of the top's
dick and trying to imagine what it would feel like inside of him. This
was crazy he thought - his arse was literally itching in anticipation as
he reported to set.

It was super weird though. Seeing the top for real had immediately turned
him on and feeling the heft of the guy's dick made him leak. The
sensation of it inside him though? Soulless. All he could think about was
his hole and not the dick fucking it. He suddenly had a crazy thought:
was this guy's cock making his hole bigger? He instinctively didn't
think so and started begging to be fucked harder.

When he first started crying out his co-star and the crew had found it
cute: it was hot to hear the innocent-looking bottom let himself go.
However, it soon became an annoyance. Jacob seemed to be in throes of
some crazy and deeply inappropriate fuck lust. This film was meant to a
nice pump and dump not a power-crazed-bottom exhibition fuck!

The director virtually had to bitch slap Jacob to get him to calm the
fuck down. The top just about managed to hold it all together, but even
then he was so frustrated that he blew his nut inside the annoying bottom
rather than deliver a money shot. Jacob was hustled off the set in
seconds in a crazy state of disbelief at what had just happened. Was that
really him begging to be fucked harder?!

He was pushed into the studio's prop room to get changed and leave.
Jacob then did three things he'd never done before. He couldn't explain
any of them; it was like he was on sex auto-pilot.

Firstly, he squatted his still naked body over a low table and tried his
hardest to squeeze the top's load out. He didn't know why, he just
sensed he needed to swallow that cum. He wasn't all that successful, but
he slavishly licked up the small drips of spunk and lube before he could
question himself.

Then he saw his reflection in a mirror stacked against a wall. Without
hesitating he stood up, laid the mirror on the floor and then squatted
down again, positioning his body just so. It was the first time he'd
ever looked at his arse, the notion having never occurred to him before.
His hole looked just like he'd imagined, and yet somehow he was
disappointed. It looked fresh and puckered, with only the slightest
traces showing of his recent fuck. His eyes missed the red inflammation
from the top doing his best to step up the pace, and the juicy and
slightly corrugated edges to his sphincter passed Jacob by completely. He
only knew he must do better.

He hung his head low, crestfallen. However, his different view in the
mirror meant his eyes caught something he hadn't noticed before. Shelves
with row upon row of dildos in every size conceivable. His eyes lit up
and he went over to explore his discovery.

Jacob obviously knew of dildos but they weren't something that had
featured in his life so far. Hell, even his school sex-ed classes had
used cucumbers and courgettes instead of life-like pricks in the
condom-rolling lessons.

He hands roamed through the toys, studying their shape and size. He kept
on coming back to one rubber cock in particular though... one that seemed
to be a very close replica of the dick he'd just been fucked by, except
slightly bigger all round. With a pointless furtive look around the empty
room, he stuffed the dildo (and a tub of lube) into his bag, got changed
and rushed outside.

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The weight of the rubber cock in his bag felt real good even though he
couldn't quite believe he'd stolen it. He felt like a man on a mission,
racing to get back to his digs so he could start exploring fast. As soon
as his hands had felt this particular toy he knew he'd discovered it for
a reason: it was going straight in his ass when he got home!

It was a totally new experience for the young bottom. He lubed up the fat
toy, eager to continue and make the disappointing fuck from earlier count
for something. However, he found taking the firm and hard dildo
surprisingly tough, even though it was only slightly bigger than its
human counterpart. He wiggled, strained and pushed though... and the
relief of it finally sliding inside of him felt sensational. In fact, the
feeling of being stretched by the toy was stunning. He couldn't hold
himself back. He grabbed the rubber dick by its fake balls and started
pounding his arse.

Sweet Jesus! It was like entering a dream state! Way more time passed
than he would ever care to remember, all with him aggressively
self-abusing his hole. Soon the toy - so similar to the dick that had
fucked him earlier - was sliding in and out of his ass without resistance
or effort. The ease at which he took it made him realise that his hole
was demanding more: it was hungry and needed to be stretched.

In desperation the toy-stuffed bottom wandered around his apartment
looking for anything bigger he could use to work his ass open. He cast
his net wide, his hunger making him appraise everything he owned with new
eyes. That thick church candle his mother had given him for Christmas?
Perfect. The can of deodorant he'd just bought? With enough lube he
could take that, right? And if he couldn't then surely the root
vegetables in the fridge would make do?

Soon he'd assembled a wild collection of amateur dildos - from
biological to man-made - and he couldn't wait to try them out. The
aerosol can was first. It had more girth than the stolen toy, but he
judged the rounded cap would slide in pretty easily. He was right. Yes,
the metal canister was hard and made for an unrelenting stretch but that
was exactly what he needed right now.

Jacob's hunger was so extreme that he worked through his alternative
dildo collection at speed. The constant stimulation of his prostate meant
he leaked precum the entire time, though he was deeply frustrated that he
wasn't able to cum no matter how hard he tugged his dick. That lack of
release compelled him to push his hole even harder. It was only when he
caught sight of himself in a mirror trying to stuff a third, fat carrot
alongside the two already wedged in his taut ring that he stopped. What
the fuck was he doing?! Surely there had to be a better way?

He realised with all his heart that he needed to buy some big rubber
dicks stat. His desire to stretch was simply too important to ignore.

------

The next day he fully realised the power his hole had acquired over him.
In fact, it was his first waking thought. That stolen rubber prick was
calling to him, or was his hole calling the rubber prick? He sunk the
beautiful dildo back inside of him (immediately feeling satisfied at the
joy of being full again) and then started scouring fetish websites for
new toys, determined never again to have to make do with household
implements.

It took him hours. This was one of the most considered and careful things
he'd ever done in his life, but by early afternoon he had assembled a
basket full of dildos to continue his stretching journey. He'd done his
research: understanding exactly the differences that texture, firmness
and material made. He also knew exactly what a suitable jump in size
would be between each toy (though he couldn't deny that the larger sizes
he'd added were definitely way bigger than he'd be able to take for a
while!). Without hesitation he hit the purchase button. Jacob had just
shelled out a large portion of his savings but somehow he'd never felt
more satisfaction and anticipation in his entire life. His only
disappointment was his total inability to orgasm. He tried all he could
but it simply wouldn't happen. He remembered squeezing out the
impregnated load in his arse yesterday and then licking it up. Was it
possible that he needed cum to shoot himself?!

He did the only thing he could think of. Create a new profile on Grindr
with the express goal of sucking as much dick as he could. It ended up
being deeply frustrating though. So many guys were arse-centric but he
knew he didn't want to be fucked - not when he'd started taking control
of that for himself. However, guys who only wanted a blow-job seemed to
be desperately thin on the ground. His only taker was an ugly, elderly
man far away in a cheap part of town.

Jacob hesitated as he knocked at the seedy apartment door, scared at what
he might find, but his new urges compelled him forward. The thought of
sucking cock made him nervous though. He was still pretty inexperienced
and he didn't have much mileage. Would he be able to take a total
stranger's dick in his mouth - a man who he didn't care about in the
slightest - just to extract their load? Hell, did he even have the skill
and technique to get the job done?

He soon found out. When the door open he was repulsed at the sight of the
unshaven, unkempt and uncared for 50 year-old looking at him expectantly.
The next 10 minutes were a blur. He looked past the stained and beige
polyester trousers. He ignored the rank smell of stale urine as the man
undid his fly. He even shut his eyes to how ugly and misshapen the prick
in front of him was, just focusing his mind on one thing and one thing
only: cum.

That hunger made him forget his reservations. He took the aged prick in
his mouth and started to suck, feeling it slowly get hard in his mouth.
The taste was sour and bitter, and the erection soft at that. The trick
was remarkably passive, neither taking control nor giving feedback, and
it felt just like sucking a damp fish. Jacob hated himself for going
through with it, especially as the load he eventually extracted was thin
and watery. As soon as he was done he hurried out, ashamed and hoping his
clothes hadn't picked up the man's stench of defeat.

It was then that Jacob had a stroke of pure luck. His phone pinged with a
message from a guy who was the exact opposite of the one he'd just
sucked. Jacob felt his dick stir as he looked at the man's profile: the
top had seen Jacob's eager face pop up on the app's nearby grid and
couldn't resist having his dick sucked by the muscular bottom.

Ten minutes later Jacob was on his knees in front of a hung and buff
black teenager. Both top and bottom were about the same age, and Jacob
couldn't help but feel an unspoken connection. That meant he was soon
idolising the youth's dark skin, taut muscles and musky smell.
Worshipping the stud's thick fuckslab came easily and he delighted in
cradling the teenager's heavy balls in his hands.

Soon the big-helmeted black cock entered Jacob's mouth. It was a
revelation for the young bottom. He had no idea that cocksucking could
feel this good! The punishingly hard fullness of the meat in his mouth
redefined what pleasure could be for him. Jacob realised how delightful
the heat and heft of a big dick could feel, and how rewarding it was to
work a thick shaft and truly take a cock.

And taking a cock Jacob really was. Despite the top's youthful looks he
was experienced beyond his years - having a 9.5" fuckslab from the age
of 15 tends to do that. The black stud took total control, guiding
Jacob's head deep onto his meat and then holding it firmly in place. The
resulting desperate struggle for air flicked a switch in the bottom's
head.

Sure, up till now Jacob had been enjoying the physicality of the black
top - the size of his meat and the taste of his cock. But now? Jacob
suddenly clicked why he was here. To give the black stud the best blow
job he'd ever had in his life. Jacob became determined to wolf down the
teenager's thick dick without abandonment. Even though he was
inexperienced his desire and hunger over-ruled his gag reflex, meaning
Jacob could take the teenager's thick and long shaft to the root (no
matter how hard the top face fucked him or how long Jacob was impaled in
place).

Soon Jacob's hard labour was rewarded by his cheeks filling up with
thick cream, and he ended up delighting in licking the last fat dollop of
spunk that collected at the tip of the stud's cock. The taste was divine
and like nothing he'd ever experienced before. It made him want more.

Jacob didn't have to look at the black teenager to know he'd done a
good job. The top was smiling down on him with a look of pure
contentment, and Jacob left with a giddy sense of pride and satisfaction.
Unfortunately he felt he was going to have to work a lot harder if he was
able to orgasm himself though...

He returned home with his idle thoughts flipping between his desire for
more cum and his excitement at his dildo order arriving. They'd be here
soon, right?

------

Meanwhile, Trent was reflecting on the instructions he'd given to the
studio's doctor, Campion. By now he had imagined Campion's hypnosis
would have taken hold of Jacob and the bottom would have come running,
begging for Trent's hung meat and healthy load. He imagined Jacob's
hunger for big dick overtaking the bottom and then the creeping
realisation that only Trent's dick could truly meet his needs. And then?
Then Trent would crush the boy's mind and humiliate it by denying all
his desires. No big dick for Jacob! No juicy cum load! No. Jacob would be
spurned forever.

God, Trent was fucked up!

And yet... a few days passed and nothing happened. To begin with the top
wasn't concerned. The longer the wait, the stronger Jacob's hunger
would be and the more enjoyable the fall, right? However, Trent's
producer's couldn't help but notice how much their top star was
bouncing off the walls. They decided to send him on a break - a tour of
sister porn studios around the world - hoping the change of scene would
do him good. A chance to reset...

------

Next: Whilst Trent is away Jacob's porn star wanes. He finds solace in a
local bathhouse and a hands-on experience that changes his life...

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