Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2021 16:13:56 -0500
From: Keith Hernandez <keithhernandez595@gmail.com>
Subject: Turned Out By Big Scott _ part Two

I scrolled through my facebook and glanced at the well-wishes on my
engagement announcement. There were a lot. Getting married is a big deal
and I thought the time was right. I was in my 30s and most of my friends
had already started families. Gina was a quality woman, rock-solid. Good
family, good character. And I loved her. But I had one nagging doubt
about the relationship...and it was a big one. Was I straight? Gina and I
had a pretty ho-hum sex life. A lot of other things were great, but that
one area was kind of vanilla. And I couldn't help thinking about my past
homosexual experience with a friend of mine named Scott.


It was a few years ago that Scott took me roughly in my own living room.
He forced his cock down my throat and then bent me over and bred me like
a bottom bitch. I can still hear my cries of pain and then pleasure as he
forced a huge orgasm out of my ass. He turned me out. God it was still
humiliating to admit...but he did turn me out. Whenever I want, and
sometimes even when I don't, memories of him using my bottom for his
pleasure come flooding back, the same way he flooded my mouth and rectum
with semen for well over a year. He turned me from totally straight to
totally gay in one night.


Or did he? Ever since Scott exited my life I've had to wrestle with the
reality that maybe I wasn't 100% straight to begin with. I did let Scott
smack my ass. I did admire his masculine physique. And his penis...it was
magnificent. Long and thick with a bulbous head. Huge shaved balls
hanging unevenly beneath his erection. I was enthralled when I first saw
it in the hot tub. I let him take the lead in almost every aspect of our
friendship. Maybe part of me wanted him to top me. I struggled against
Scott's advances, yes...but in the end, I gave it up to him. I would tell
him to not do something, but he would do it anyway... "Don't come in my
mouth ok?...Don't cum up my ass...just don't breed me again ok?...Please
don't make me cum...don't make me cum..I won't have anything left.
Leave me something..."


But Scott took it anyway. He took what he wanted and left me very little
dignity. I kept trying, I really did. Maybe that's why he ended up
moving on, I don't know. He reduced me to a cumdump. But in the back of
my mind, the little script I had, the one that said `he took me by
force' and `he turned me out even though I didn't want it' was kind
of slipping. I drifted further back...to when I was just a kid, living at
home, maybe 8th or 9th grade. I had discovered masturbation and watched
an old porn tape or two that my folks had. Stuff from the 70s, classics.
I watched the girls in those videos sucking dick. I watched them take it
up the ass. I experimented. I remember when my parents would leave for
the night or the weekend and being the only child left in the home I had
the place all to myself. Not content to just jacking off, I wondered what
it would feel like to slide something up my ass.


I would lock all the doors, and lay out towels on the floor of the TV
room. I would get a jar of vaseline and start watching porn. I would be
so hard, so turned on. I jacked off but kept myself from coming. I would
lay on my back and rub vaseline on my little rosebud, feeling so dirty.
The sounds of the porn actors moaning and fucking filled the room and
when they got to an anal scene I would intensify the rubbing on my own
ass. The vaseline made my crack sticky and slick and I would poke my
finger past my tight teen ring. It felt so weird. I didn't like the
feeling but I was on a porn high and I wanted more than just regular
jacking off. So I pressed my digit in and out. It hurt and I didn't like
the feeling from my finger. It was gross and I wished I had something to
push in that wasn't my finger. I would cum, blasting jizz over my head,
and when I came down I promised myself that I would never do that again.


But a couple months later I was left alone again. And I would end up
spread-eagle on the floor, porn playing, jar of vaseline at my side, with
a phallic shaped hairbrush handle or some other object lubed up and
pressing into my crack, trying to get inside. The first time I penetrated
myself fully was when my older sister came home for the summer. I found a
vibrator of hers and it's tapered shape was perfect. I remember I was on
all fours, slicked up, with the taboo of porn and what I was doing
pushing me to press harder. I was reaching back underneath myself, trying
to fuck myself with the vibrator. I lowered myself, my shoulders pressing
into the carpet and my face turned towards the TV, the images of a cock
pushing into a moaning woman's ass. The scene built and he fucked her
ass harder. I pressed and kept pressing, gritting past the pain and
tightness and then...the vibe slid past my pucker. I breathed deeply and
took in the strange, indescribable feeling. The vibrator just sat there
in my ass, unmoving, as my anus squeezed it. I pushed it in and out a
couple inches without withdrawing it. I wouldn't call it a great
feeling, but it was better than my finger. But the vibe was just too big
for me at that point and it was really stretching me. There was an
aching, a bit of a burn, and a bit of pleasure too. I felt a sense of
perverse accomplishment. What a sight I must have been, on all fours,
spread out, my tight teen ass upturned with my hand pushing that hard
plastic in and out of myself. The porn scene ended as the cock on screen
pumped cum on her back, and I took out the vibe, ashamed and excited. My
butt felt open, different. I jacked off and came hard, again promising to
never do it again. And for a long time, I didn't.


My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my daydream. It was Gina. I answered
and when the call was over I drifted back to my dilemma. I was just a
kid...everyone experiments. Everyone does some weird stuff. That's
probably all it was. Probably. And the stuff with Scott? All the times he
fucked me and degraded me and dominated me? It wasn't my fault. He
forced it on me. I had to move on. Gina was the right girl for me. It was
time to put away childish things and be a man. Scott took a lot of my
manhood, but not all of it. That part of my life was over. My phone
buzzed again...it was a text from a number I didn't recognize.

BIG SCOTT RETURNS


I opened the text and it said, "You've got to be kidding me."


"Who is this?" I wrote back.


There was no response for a few minutes and I almost forgot about the
weird text when my phone buzzed again. I opened it up and was shocked.
There, in all its glory was a picture of a fully erect penis. And there
was no mistaking who it belonged to. It was Scott. His big thick cock was
jutting out from his underwear and dress pants, curving slightly upward.
His pubes were neatly trimmed but not shaved with a razor. Two big veins
ran along each side of the shaft like an upside down "Y" and his
bulbous cut head flared dark red. I knew that cock. I knew that cock
intimately. A moment or two later a text from him arrived. "What the
fuck are you doing getting married? You know you are already married to
my cock. Tell me you don't want to put this in your mouth and suck on it
until I come in your mouth."


I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I couldn't believe it. I
don't know if it was panic or butterflies or what, but a feeling shot
through my gut and wouldn't leave. Was this a joke? No, I had been put
on my knees to suck that cock a hundred times. It has to be Scott. More
panic...what did he want? Maybe he was just messing with me...I started to
text back, "Ha Ha very funny. Long time no see." I stopped...a dark
thought flashed through my mind. What if this is blackmail? Oh god, this
is the last thing I needed. I started to feel sick. I deleted the text
and sat down. I would just ignore it and delete everything. I opened up
the picture again and stared at his meat. I had a whole flash drive full
of pics and vids of Scott and me. It was secreted away under lock and key
in a storage bin. There if I needed it. Yet it still took some effort to
hit delete. Soon after another pic came. This time more of a side view
with Scott's hand pointing at his cock. God he was huge! My mouth
watered and for a second I was on my knees sliding that thick pecker into
my mouth and down my gullet. More texts came...


"Answer me when I speak to you, bitch."

"I know you and you are probably crapping your boxer briefs right now.
By the way, throw them away. From now on you wear nothing but jockstraps.
Understood. If I catch you in anything else I am going to paddle that
meaty ass of yours until you cry."

"I see your `fiancee' and we both know you are full of shit. She looks
like a nice girl. What is she going to do when I come back and claim you?
Maybe I should fuck her too."


I had to respond. "What do you want?" I regretted it as soon as I hit
send. Scott answered right away.


"I want what is mine. I turned you out. That means you are my property.
I'm not going to share you. Do I look like I have to share my ass with
some little whore? Who do you think you're talking to? Seriously...I
opened your ass up boy. I know how much sperm you need. I am going to
come back and show you and your little snatch who the real boss is."


I couldn't read any more. It was just all about what he was going to do
to me when he got back. I knew Scott, I knew he had a dominant side, I
knew he was the alpha male. Fuck! I had spent years getting over him.
Moved on. It was still a battle and sometimes I lost. Sometimes, even as
I had sex with Gina, I was fantasizing about him. I had, on occasion,
even now, jerked off and played with my hole, remembering his
penetration. I felt the shame of that and I felt defeated. Another text
came from Scott. "I will be there the day after tomorrow. Be ready to
please." I just sat the phone down and let the waves of emotion run
their course. Amongst the feelings of doubt and dread was the undeniable
feeling of excitement. Scott was coming back to claim me.


The day Scott said he was coming back came and went. Then another day.
And another. No more texts, no more dick pics, nothing. I felt a wave of
relief. He was just fucking with me. He was probably just getting his
kicks making me sweat. I came home from work and showered and got ready
to go over to Gina's when she was off. I thought of Scott as I opened up
my underwear drawer. I did have too many jockstraps, I thought. Who needs
this many? I smiled to myself and pulled on some shorts. Then I heard a
funny sound, like a clicking or something. I turned down the TV and heard
the front door close. My blood ran ice cold as Scott called out my name
and strode down my hallway.

"You never even changed your lock," Scott said, dangling a house key
and slipping it into his pocket. "I hope you have a jock on,"  he said
with a smirk.


"What--what are you doing here?" was all I could get out.


It was like Scott had never left. He was in my room, as big and as ripped
as ever, his cologne filling my nostrils as he flopped down on my bed. I
was suddenly aware that I was only half-dressed and I would be lying if I
didn't admit that seeing him had an effect. I wanted him to disappear,
but I knew he was here and I knew that if he wanted to he could fuck me.
I knew he was probably going to. But I didn't want to lose control. I
knew he could give me the most incredible orgasms but it was a pride
thing. I can't be his bitch. So I started to negotiate.


"Dude...you can't be serious. I thought you were just joking about all
that crap."


He shook his head, "No, I'm definitely here to rip that ass apart."


"Look I...I feel it sometimes, okay, we had a real fucking thing. You had
me. You turned me out, okay, yes. But that wasn't me. You really want to
go back to that? Was that good for you?" I was searching for something,
like a fish trying to wiggle off the hook. Scott stood and moved closer
to me, backing me into the corner. His gaze was stern and supremely
confident. I tried not to look but I couldn't help it and my eyes darted
to his crotch. Oh my, the bulge was there! He was probably half-hard. I
relented and tried to make a deal.


"If you want, maybe we can have a one-off for old times sake," I said,
trying to step around him. "I mean if all you want is to get off I can
do that...just once."


Scott blocked me and put his hands on me for the first time. I felt his
strength and the warmth of his hands on my arms and he leaned down
putting his face closer. His eyes...I was having trouble looking into his
eyes. "Just like, you'll tug me off? That's enough you think?"


"Yeah I could--"


He laughed and cut me off, "No no no my boy...you'll do more than
that."


There was a moment of silence. "Ok I'll suck you off," I said meekly,
looking up into his eyes.Total defeat washed through me. I couldn't
figure out what to do. So I offered to go down on him. But at that moment
a look of anger flashed in Scott's eyes and he took a hold of the back
of my neck and threw me face down on the bed. When I turned he was
pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. He grabbed my legs and yanked
me to the edge of the bed. "No!" I said, kicking my legs and twisting.
He grabbed me again and threw me down on the bed a second time. He
grabbed my arms and honestly, for the next minute I fought against Scott
harder than I ever had before.


It was a futile effort. He was bigger, stronger, and in the end, he
pinned me face down, leaving me panting and unable to do much more than
beg him to stop. "Please don't! You fucking asshole..." I was crumbling
and he was probably only going about half-speed. He was angry though,
more than I had ever seen.


"Don't swear at me, that is only going to piss me off more. I expect a
subservient bitch that turns over when and where I say."


He straightened up and as I tried to catch my breath he pushed down his
pants and I saw him reach for the nightstand. His ass was like marble and
his abs formed a V. Oh God...he was going to fuck me raw right here, right
now. I felt helpless and my head dropped to the bed. He slicked up his
penis and I felt the cold lube on his hands as he grabbed my hips and
pulled me into position.


"Not like this Scott, not like this...please you're going to hurt me."
But I knew it wasn't going to do any good. And it didn't. Scott forced
himself into me with a deep grunt, pushing his huge cock all the way in
with one thrust. It was the most painful penetration I had ever
experienced. I cried out and tried to scramble away but I couldn't
get free. Scott started to give me a savage fucking. He was pulling back
and ramming into me with brute force, slapping against me as hard as he
could. I sounded like an animal caught in a trap and I tried to break his
grip on me. My God the pain...I had been fucked and fucked good and hard
by Scott before, but nothing like this. I wasn't prepared, I wasn't
well lubed. I was getting a vicious ass-raping from Scott. This wasn't
about pleasure. Not for me and probably not for him. This was just about
establishing dominance once more. And I was the one being dominated. The
brutal anal beating continued for two or three minutes until I just gave
up and tried to take it as best I could. Scott was grunting loudly as he
threw everything, every ounce of muscle into every thrust. Then suddenly
he stopped. His big cock was pushed as far up my ass as he could get it,
and he just held it there, the thick base stretching me painfully wide,
the meaty head deep inside.


"Jack off...do it, jack off until you come."


"W-what? Now?" I grabbed myself but didn't stroke. Scott wiggled his
hips, making his thick pole hurt me.


"Make yourself come," Scott said, sliding his hands up and squeezing my
nipple. I began to beat off, slowly at first. His rock-hard cock was just
rammed up there so deep it was making me grit my teeth. But I was getting
hard. Something about how he took over, how he just threw me down and
took me, turned me on. It turned me on so much...it was like my brain
betrayed me. I hated it. I hated him, I hated myself. But it was turning
me on to be owned and fucked to the point of agony. I jacked my little
dick and felt a huge orgasm build quickly. I was whining and moaning and
at that point Scott grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back
hard. I reached back with both hands and grabbed Scott's wrists to try
and keep my scalp from being pulled off. He then began to pump his hips,
sliding his thick penis in and out slowly but steadily. It pushed me over
the brink. With my hands gripping his wrists and both his hands holding
me up by my hair...I came. I came so fucking hard. I spasmed around his
cock as he pumped. A stream of watery prostate jizz flew out of my penis.
One, two, three times I seized, and now my body betrayed me as well, my
hips bucking as I came involuntarily and pumped. I kept pumping and
crying out even when my balls were empty.


"Ohhh Godd! Ohhhhgggggoddd Scccooott! Uhng Uhng Ungh..." I gurgled and
came until I saw stars. My anus burned and it felt like my rectum was
being blown up. But I came anyway. "Fuuuck...Fuuuck...!" I came until I
almost went limp.


Finally Scott let go of me and grabbed my hips. He slapped his cock in
and out me and then came with a cry, pumping my battered bowels full of
sperm. I was groaning too as I felt his huge load shoot off..."ahhh ungh
ungh ungh ahhh...nooo."


He pulled out and I lay motionless on the bed in tears. He was huffing
and puffing as he laid down next to me. He squeezed and caressed my ass.
"What a bubble butt...I missed it. But now when I need it I am going to
have it."


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Copyright Keith Hernandez

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Turned Out By Big Scott (Gay/Authoritarian)

Mark Made Me A Bottom (Gay/Authoritarian)

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