Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2018 14:53:46 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: A bitch's birth (Authoritarian, High School, College)

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>

m/M, high school, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation,
mild domination (one-way sex).

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My mom used to say I was a very cute boy. The girls in middle school were
all over me for years, and I was somehow popular. I wasn't too famous
because I was shy if I were a little bit more like the jocks I met here and
there, I could've been one of them. I was never muscled, but I consider I
had a nice body and the face of a little angel. I came to understand that
girls liked a few aspects of my angelic self, and guys would want to see my
face buried in their crotches with my sapphire eyes turned to theirs while
I sucked their cocks. Well, that would happen only later. It took me years
to find out about who I was and understand that sex was more than just a
man fucking a woman's pussy.

I was much younger when I realized I could be sexy, and I learned that from
an unexpected way. I was growing too fast, and my clothes wouldn't fit me
anymore. However, I wouldn't stop wearing them. I remember very well when I
was wearing shorts that should be two sizes smaller than my body and my ass
was popping out as if it wanted to get away and abandon me.

There was this boy who studied with me, and he wanted to be very close to
me. I never understood why. He liked Green Day; I used to listen to Bee
Gees. See the difference? His name was Diego; he was cute, had a childish
face that looked even innocent if not for his black clothes and piercings
here and there. On the first day together in the school, he asked my name
out of the blue. I answered a bit hesitantly:

"Steve"


-------------------------------- A bitch's birth ----------------------------

We shook hands, and I felt incredibly well because I was befriending
someone who was so different from me. It was like a shortcut to a different
world. I just couldn't understand why he wanted to stay with me. One day,
he came over to my house with one of his friends, James. James was his
neighbor and wasn't very different; he would also have piercings and wear
black clothes with names of bands I've never heard of. We would sit down in
a secluded space and talk for hours. The two of them were looking at my
shorts, my ass popping out so welcoming.

I knew how to jerk off already. I learned from another friend of mine. His
name was Moz: short for Mozart (yes, their parents weren't very inspired
when naming him). He had money and knew the guys who worked for a sex
shop. He had a lot of contacts. He was the one who showed to me my first
porn video ever. I remember he'd describe how cool it was to cum, but I've
never experienced that. One day, as we watched porn, I felt something
coming through my body, a feeling I've never felt before, and I came. I was
in ecstasy. Was it coming? He laughed and said `yeah.' I wanted more.

Diego and James would come to my place almost every day. We'd always do the
same. Go to that secluded area and talk a lot. I couldn't understand what
they could hear from me; we didn't share the same interests. But we did. I
wasn't aware of that yet. I had a nice ass for a guy my age, and boys as
old as I were horny all the time. Once I noticed a tent in his shorts, but
I didn't ask anything. I didn't care; we were boys, and that was just
fucking normal.

Sometimes, I'd catch the two of them murmuring words to each other in a way
I couldn't understand.

"Steve, have you ever played hide and seek?"

This was stupid. Of course, I had. They wanted to play, and I was game. I
only didn't know that guys like them would like such a childish game. I
did. They would fight to know who would hide with me while the other looked
around. I know I'd never lose the game because I was always hiding and
never got to count.

When we hid behind fences or bushes, I had either James or Diego touching
my ass with their dicks under the shorts. That was the first time I felt a
hard dick touching my body, more specifically my ass. But it wasn't with
them that I had my first skin to skin contact. It was first Moz and then
Drake.

Moz and I were good friends, but Drake was my bestie. These guys made me
aware of feelings I thought would never flourish.

Moz would phone me now and then to say he's got new films for us to
watch. He didn't need to say what kind of videos he had with him, I knew it
already. It was always the same thing. I'd have lunch and rush to his
house. He was an only child, so his house was just for us for the whole day
(his mother had passed, and the father was a busy cardiologist). We were so
horny; things started getting out of control, mainly after the first time I
came.

"Steve, we should stay naked the whole day. So, we can get off whenever we
want. What do you say?"

Why would I care? I wanted to jerk off and cum as much as I could.

"Course. That'd be awesome."

Moz had a nice body, toned, tanned, hairless, cute ass and an uncut
cock. It bent to the left quite a lot; it was fun to watch. The both of us
would spend the whole day naked showing off our bodies to each other. I
notice my dick was hard the whole fucking time, but not Moz's. He'd get
hard only before watching porn, but that's when he became bolder.

He'd invite me to the kitchen that was quite small and have me going from
one side to the other near the table that was in the center. There was the
sink on one side and a small passage between both. Every time I went from
one side of the table to the other, he'd rest against the sink, and his
dick would block the way. I turned my back to him and squeezed my body to
go to the other side.  My ass would touch his dick, and he'd smile every
time.

"Your dick is always hard" he once said.

"That's because of the videos we watch. They're so nice."

"Yeah but it's over one hour since we watched the last one. You're too
horny, aren't you?"

"All the time since I came for the first time."

"I know. You're so horny all the time. It makes me imagine things."

"What?"

"Never mind. I'm saving money to hire a whore. Do you have cash?"

"No, I have nothing..."

Moz had part of life insurance that was paid for his deceased mother every
month. He had a lot of money. Well, money that I'd never see. I envied him
a lot. He had all video games. His room was like an amazement park.

He'd tell me the stories of the whores he had hired and what they had done
in that apartment. I'd get hard straight away only imagining I was sitting
on the couch he fucked a woman. That was so nice. I was still a virgin and
didn't know when that would change. I wanted to fuck a woman too. So, I
started saving money. It would take me years to have enough.

As I waited, Drake invited me to his house one day. Drake was also a
classmate, and we used to spend a lot of time together. One time, I went to
his house, and he wanted to play a game he said he had tried with other
friends of his.

Drake and I had never played in any sexual way, so I didn't know exactly
what to expect from him. I had no clue about the type of game he wanted to
play with me. It all started very innocently from my part. We had an object
we had to hide (it was a plastic dinosaur), and in my turn, I'd have one
minute to find it. If I didn't, I'd have to `pay the price,' that's how we
called the challenges for the loser. It was unfair from the very beginning
because that was his house. He knew every single spot where I could imagine
to be well hidden. As for me, I didn't have time even to start looking for
the stupid object.

"You couldn't find it. You gotta pay. Lose the shirt."

I thought there was no harm in being shirtless. It was my turn to hide, and
I tried to find a spot inside his wardrobe he wouldn't be able to find
it. But he did. It was very easy for him. "Bad luck."

"This is unfair. You know everywhere."

"Bullshit. It's the same. I still must look for it just like you. Now close
your eyes and count to thirty while I hide it again."

"29... 30... I'm opening my eyes. Drake was standing before me,
smiling. You won't find it."

I looked for it desperately, but how could I find anything in his room?
Once my time was over, he showed it to me inside a little box hidden deep
inside the wardrobe.

"Now you lose the shorts."

"Fuck."

I know I was losing, but my underwear was tenting. I think I remembered the
times Moz and I shared in his room watching porn.

"You're horny." He noticed.

"Yeah, I'm always. Aren't you?"

"Kinda. I'm getting hard now watching you."

That was unexpected to me. Why would another boy feel horny because I was
hard?

"Now it's your turn."

He counted this time, and I hid the object. And for the first time, he
couldn't find it. He didn't wait for my challenge, he undressed his shirt
and asked me to count.

Once I was ready to look for it, he said this was a hard one to find. I was
anxious because I was almost naked now. One minute passed by and
nothing. He showed where he had hidden it and laughed.

"Well, now you must play naked."

"Fuck. Can't I keep the undies?"

"No way. You lose them now."

I gave them to him, and he threw them behind the door. My dick was super
hard, but I didn't know why. In my head, a simple game was too hot already
to make me hard. So, I couldn't help it. There was nothing gay about it at
all. I don't think they saw it as gay either.

"Are you always hard like this?"

"Most of the time."

"When I play with my other friends; they tell me fags are always hard."

"Would it make me a fag to be hard? I don't think so."

"I don't know. But it's nice to watch you like this. You may be hard
because you're seeing me."

"Nah, I'm always horny, that's all."

"I dunno. Anyway, let's play again. Now it's my turn to find it."

Another round and he lost again, so he lost the shorts. When it was my turn
to look, I lost again and waited for a challenge that would be
different. That had to be something that didn't involve taking off clothes.

"Would you suck my dick?"

He was my best friend, so he didn't order me to do that; it was a question.

"No. I don't do that."

"What then if we only pretend? But then you can't see my dick coz I
won. You turn around and lay on the bed with your ass facing me."

I did as he suggested, and he closed my legs tightly.

"I'll pretend you're a girl and I'm fucking your ass. Ok?"

"You are not fucking me for real, right?"

"Course not. Just pretending."

Drake put his dick between my legs, and the head was hitting my
balls. Somehow, it fits perfectly.  But now and then, he'd try to fuck my
asshole, and I'd protest.

"I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm just trying to see how it feels like."

"You say that because it's not you in my position."

"But you lost, Steve. Let me get the head in? Only the head. Please?"

His dick was small, so I don't think it bothered me. When he asked me that
he had his cock head forcing my asshole already.

"You're doing that already."

"I'll be fast. Pleeeease."

And in it went. I didn't feel much because of the size and how bent it
was. I just remember I heard a `ploc' once it popped in.

"Just the head."

"Yeah. We're playing a game. I'm the husband who comes home late, and
you're the wife who's waiting for me. Can we do that?"

"Why do I need to be the wife?"

"Coz you're laying there with my dick in your ass. C'mon. Just a little
bit. Say I'm your husband. Call me Mr. Drake, my husband."

"Mr. Drake, my husband."

"And you're Mrs. Drake, my wife. As my wife, you'll let me fuck you?"

"No, Drake. This is just making believe."

"I know, dickhead. It's just a game, but you need to make it real. Just say
yes, ok? Now, again. Mrs.  Drake, will you let me fuck your pussy?"

"Yes, my husband."

"Nice. You're so wet for me. I love your pussy all wet waiting for me when
I come home from work.  You're so obedient. Next time, I'll give you a
present."

I felt he was moving in an out very slowly. I didn't protest at first, but
he got the chance to thrust more strongly and fast.

"Drake. Stop it."

"C'mon, you're my wife. You can't stop me. I'll be fast. I'm coming
already. Fuck. See?"

We were too young to have long sessions of sex. He didn't cum much, and I
was still hard.

"My friends said guys like you have a clit."

"Who are guys like me? What are you talking about?"

"The girl-guys. They had a name, but I forgot."

"I'm not a fag." I protested.

"No, it was another name. Anyway, we should do this again."

"Yeah, sure," I answered a bit cynical.

"Well, from now on you should always be naked in my room. You lost the
game. I'll be in my undies.  We can play a video game like this."

"That wasn't the deal," I complained again.

"I know, but it saves time. I'll always beat you regardless. C'mon, don't
be so difficult. We're still friends, right? Let's play Mario?"

I was that cheap. He bought me with Mario.

It was a turbulent time of my life. It seems a lie when I say that all of
that happened at the same time, but it's not. I blame the age. We're
curious; we start watching porn, we just want a hole to fuck.

When I went back to Moz, he had a visit: Bruce. I've never seen Bruce
before; he was older than us.  Moz told me the two of them paid half and
together hired another whore.

"She was hot; I fucked her in the hall" Moz bragged.

"And you?" I asked Bruce.

"In the bathroom."

"Bruce used toothpaste in his dick to taste better. Then he complained it
was feeling too cold because it was mint."

We all laughed at Bruce; he said he just wanted to make the experience
better for the poor whore.

"At least, she liked it. She said it herself."

"She'd say whatever. We were paying. By the way, I got a new porn
yesterday. Why don't we watch it?"

I couldn't be more in. Just the sound of the word `porn' would get me hard
like a rock.

"We should all be naked though. It's easier this way."

We all undressed promptly. I noticed Bruce was more developed, but not that
much either. We watched a few minutes of porn, we all came and cleaned with
tissue papers. We had fun. I thought it was done, but Moz invited us to go
to the kitchen again.

"Steve is always hard." Moz noticed the obvious. The two of them were not,
so I felt like there was something wrong with me.

"I'm always horny, that's all."

"I think you like to see men naked. When you cum are you looking at the
chicks' tits or the guys' cocks?"

"This is so stupid. I'm watching everything."

"No one watches everything," Bruce said as if he had the voice of authority
just for being one year older than us. "Your eyes will always focus on
something."

"How the hell am I supposed to know where my eyes are focusing?" I asked
confused.

"Well, you would know. You just don't say it."

This time, I had to cross from one side of the kitchen to the other, and
both Moz and Bruce would rub their dicks against my ass. It was weird coz I
was the only one hard and wouldn't get soft even when they were taking
advantage of me.

"Moz, maybe next time we don't need to pay for a whore."

"Maybe one day we get one for free," Moz answered with a grin.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked.

"The Housemaid. She's into me" Moz bragged again. She should be indeed
since he was full of money. "She's pregnant. Once I milked her tits and
drank the milk."

"Ew... and how does it taste like?"

"Just stronger. But it was so nice."

I almost made a joke about mothers and sons, but I remembered he was an
orphan and it wouldn't be very nice to say.

"Do you want to see how we fucked her?" Moz asked.

"Hell yeah."

"You just need to volunteer and pretend you're she."

"Why me? Ask Bruce." I complained again.

"Because Bruce was with me, he can't be two characters at the same time."

"I'm not sucking Bruce's dick with toothpaste."

"And what about without it?" and Bruce laughed.

"Ha-ha very funny. What do I need to do?"

"Just do as we instruct you. It's not hard. But before that, we should
watch more porn, so we are all hard again." Moz suggested.

I felt privileged for having a friend like Moz. Where else would I be able
to watch so many porn films if not with him? He had everything in his
house, but nothing could be more exciting than those videos and the DVD's
he would get sometimes.

We watched the video for a few more minutes until the three of us were very
hard. Well, I was hard all the time so that it wouldn't count.

"First it was me in the hall," and Moz pulled me by the arm until I was
there with a leg on the top of a chair. He came behind me and touched my
ass. "I fucked her from behind like this. But it wasn't very nice. I think
you're even smoother than her"'

He touched my asshole with his finger and then pressed the head of his dick
against my pucker. He didn't fuck me, but he was spreading his pre-cum in
my hole like I've never felt before.

"Then I brought her to the couch and asked her to ride me."

He was still pulling me around by the wrist.

"How am I supposed to ride you?"

"Just pretend. Rub your ass against my dick. I'll let it lay down on my
belly. You just have to move back and fro for a few minutes."

I pressed his dick against my ass crack and moved back and fro as
instructed. I felt the head of his dick touching my ass. It was so warm and
hard. His hands landed on my ass and he helped me to do it right.

"Just like this, then I came... Like this." And I felt his cum touching my
ass. Bruce got me the tissues, and I used it to clean my ass. Moz did the
same with his cock.

"Now it's your turn, Bruce. Show us how you fucked the whore."

Bruce pulled me to the bathroom.

"She sucked me first."

"But I'm not sucking you."

"It's just make-believe. Wanna see? Get down on your knees and look up at
me."

I did as he wanted and looked at his eyes. His dick was very close to my
mouth, which I closed very tightly.

"I said I ain't fucking your mouth."

I mumbled some stuff I didn't understand myself. Bruce got the chance to
rub his dick on my face and even when I tried to avoid it; he rubbed it in
my hair.

"It's hard to show when you don't cooperate. But, at least, you gonna smell
like her. When she went away, she was smelling like a dick. I seriously
hate this smell." He said while he made me smell exactly like that.

"You used toothpaste in your dick, Bruce. You're crazy." Moz replied.

"Well, I hate the smell. That's all." Then he got back to me. "Now stand up
and turn around. One foot on the sink. Yes. And then I fucked her like this
too. From behind. She was very happy coz this way my dick touched her very
deeply."

I didn't doubt it; he had the biggest dick I've ever seen in real life. It
doesn't mean it was big; it was only bigger than all the dicks I've been
close to. He did just like Moz had done with me before. And then he sat on
the toilet and made me do what I've done with Moz too. He came as quickly
as our friend who stood by the door watching everything. When we have
cleaned ourselves with toilet paper, Moz asked me."

"Your dick doesn't get soft like ever?"

"It does, but there's something when I'm here. Don't know why."

"I think you like to be naked. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Yeah, another friend of mine." I was honest as I thought about Drake.

"So, you're hard when you're naked around him too?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah. Don't know why."

"Well, it seems to me you like that. That's good, right? You can jerk off
as many times as you want."

"Yeah, I like to cum."

"And do you like cum?" Moz asked.

"What d'you mean?" I didn't know how someone could like cum.

"You know. Those women in the films, they're always swallowing cum. There
must have something good about it, but I'll never know coz I'll never
swallow it."

"Yeah, I can't stand cum either," Bruce said while he was still cleaning
his cock.

"Why don't you cum and taste it?" Moz suggested.

"That's disgusting."

"Why? Have you tried?" Moz asked.

"No, but neither have you. Why would I like it if you can't stand it?"

"Because everyone is different, that's what I meant. Sometimes you're
annoying. If you don't want to try it, then don't."

He made me feel bad. I didn't want to lose his friendship and all the
benefits I had as a member of his group.

"Ok, I'll try it."

"Nice" Bruce said.

"Can you cum here or you need more porn?"

"Nah, I think I'm fine."

I stood by the sink, facing the mirror. Moz came behind me as if he wanted
to see it closer. He put his head over my shoulder, which means his dick
was touching my ass. He rubbed it up and down, and it made me cum much
faster. I think he noticed how fast I came after he came behind me. I
caught my cum with my hand and brought it to my mouth.

"Ew, no. This is disgusting" I said cleaning my hand and mouth.

"Really? Maybe it's your cum that tastes bad. I bet my cum would taste much
better."

"Whatever, we'll never know," I answered.

"Yeah, but I'd like to know. Maybe one day."


Days later, it was my birthday. As I said, I wasn't a bad looking guy. I
was quite hot for a semi-nerd. I had chicks lining up to have a meeting
with me. And during my birthday, one of them caught me by the hand and took
me to a secluded area on the backyard of my place and gave me my first
kiss. I was hard as a rock too. She took it with her hands and gave me my
first blowjob. I couldn't compare with anything else, but I felt like I was
in heaven. But it wasn't all. She still made me sit down on a little wall
and sat on my lap. She danced over me, and I came from the stimulation.

I felt like I was a king. I had had my first blowjob, and now I was a
man. That wasn't the first time I stayed with a chick, I've been with them
other times too, but never to the extent where I'd cum and have much more
intimate contact if you know what I mean. And I realized that girls made me
hard too, but it felt like it was a different sort of hardness as if my
brain was being stimulated in a different side. I just loved to be hard
because it meant I was ready for fuck at any time.

Once I told Drake about the chick who blew me. He was so curious.

"Can you suck me too? I just want to know how it feels like. We're naked
already; I'll be fast."

"I don't suck dick, Drake. You can imagine what I've been through if you
close your eyes and pretend."

"It's not the same thing; you know that. C'mon, this is unfair. We're best
buds; you can't have something I didn't have. How can we talk about it if I
haven't felt it yet?"

"Pay a whore. I have a friend who's paying a couple of them to come to his
house, and he fucks them. They do everything you want."

"I have no money. I ain't rich. Only you can do this for me."

"So, forget it, coz I won't."

"Damn it, Steve. You're so stubborn. So, do the lap dance. I wanna feel
that too."

"We've done something like this before." I remembered the time I pretended
I was his wife.

"Yeah, but now you won't be my wife, you'll a whore giving her man a lap
dance."

"I don't want you fucking me again."

"No. I'm wearing my boxers. I can't fuck you with them on, right? Just sit
down on my lap and dance."

It didn't sound too bad. I could do that. I approached my ass to his lap
and rubbed my naked ass on his still-hidden cock under his boxers. The both
of us were already extremely hard, and I noticed his dick was leaking
badly. The undies were drenching in pre-cum.

"Why don't you go up and down in my dick? Just a little bit?"

Now I wasn't dancing anymore. It felt more like I was riding his
dick. Drake then slowly pulled his dick out, and I felt his meat tube
touching my ass.

"Hey, this isn't what we agreed upon. I just wanna feel it better. Please,
just a little bit."

I think I was too weak to say `no' to friends when they asked gently and
nicely as Drake would. Plus, how could I say no to my best friend? I wanted
us to be friends forever, but wasn't this going too far away?

He wet his dick with saliva and spread some on my hole.

"Drake, I don't want you to fuck me."

"Just the head, Steve."

"Last time, you said the same, and you fucked me deeply. I can't trust
you."

"Of course, you can trust me. Besides, remember you're a whore and you need
to make me feel good coz I'm paying you. It's your job. You have to do
everything I ask."

"But you ain't paying me anything!"

"Steve, this is just a game. C'mon, just the head. Yeah, like this."

I moved a bit lower, and he aligned his cock with my hole. He pulled me
down a bit further and soon the head of his cock was touching my ass. It
felt great. I wasn't thinking about being straight or gay sex. In my age,
everything was just sex and how this or that could make me feel nice. And
my friend was making me feel great. I couldn't complain.

I lowered myself a bit more and his dick popped in again. This time, I
heard no popping sound. It was just the two of us having some fun, that was
all.

Drake pulled me down. I tried to keep my hands planted on his legs and stop
him from forcing me all the way onto his dick, but it was impossible. I was
ceding, and my legs couldn't support my body weight any longer.

"You're a liar, Drake."

"It's just made believe, Steve. Please now just continue dancing as it was
with you before."

"But I didn't fuck her."

"But you wanted to. Didn't you? So, what's the problem? My dick is inside
you already. Now all you gotta do is dance."

Drake got a remote and turned on his radio. I danced to Lady Gaga.

My dick was about to leak for the first time, and it couldn't be harder.

"I think you like this, Steve."

"It's not too bad."

"So, you like it in the ass? Is that what you like? You know there are a
lot of guys our age who would love to do the same I'm doing with you? Would
you allow it? They'd be so thankful."

"No, Drake. I don't want people thinking I'm a fag. I do with you, coz
you're my friend."

"But they're friendly too. You'll like them as much as you like me. They're
the ones who taught how to play these games. They're very nice. And they
have other games too. You should check."

All the time we talked, I was going up and down on his cock. I couldn't
move too fast or go too far or it would pop out and he'd need to put it in
again.

"I'm coming. Damn, it feels awesome"

Drake came inside me and kissed my neck. You weren't my wife this time, but
I prefer you like a whore. You rode my dick. It was so nice. Would you suck
my dick now?"

"No way, it's full of my ass juices there. That not hygienic, you wouldn't
do this yourself."

"I know, but you're the whore." He said as if we were still in the game.

"I'm not the whore anymore." I always protested.

"Yeah, but you could be. I mean you come here, and you're naked
already. You just need to pretend you're the whore I hired, and I let you
play a video game and have fun too."

"I don't know..."

"What if we go to my friends' house. They'd be alone by now. You'd like to
meet them. And I bet they'd love to hear the story of how you almost fuck
that chick. You're the only one who's ever been blown among all of us."

"That wasn't hard; she did it because she wanted it. I didn't ask."

"But if we ask would you suck us."

"Fuck no! I ain't-a woman."

"You're tough, Steve. Let's just go there. Put your clothes on and let's
move."

I put my clothes back on, and we walked across the street to an old house
with an old dog that couldn't bark anymore for the age. The house smelt
like a dying dog. The carpet was red and disgusting. It also smelt like
rotten food here and there. How could someone live in such a detestable
place?

Drake's friends were John and Jim. They looked very alike and should have
similar ages. One was older, and the other could be a bit younger than me.

"So, Steve. Will you tell us what a blowjob is like?"

"I don't know how to describe it. Well, it's wet and warm."

"Drake said you let him fuck you. Can we do the same? We'd like to fuck you
a little bit."

"Nah..."

"Hey, you're in our house, so you let us fuck you, ok? We will fuck you."

Here's the thing. When I was being asked a question, I could answer `yes'
or `no,' but when I was being ordered, I didn't know what to say. It also
made me feel so tiny, and at the same time, so needed. In my family, my
father would give me a lot of orders, and I couldn't say `no' ever. It got
deep inside my brain that saying `no' wasn't nice or expected. So, I said
`ok.' I didn't know what else to say when I received an order like that.

"Let's go to the room."

The two brothers shared a small room which window showed the backyard. It
was small and messy.  John said he had lube, so he went after that. I
didn't know what lube was for, and they explained it to me.

"It will make it easier for you to take his dick in your ass, he's bigger
than me" Drake explained.

John returned with the lube, which should be his sister's. He was treating
me like an employee now.  Or would it be a slave? Or maybe a bitch?

"Take off your clothes and put them over there," he pointed to an old couch
that should serve as a second wardrobe since there were piles of clothes on
it already.

I did as he asked and to my dismay, I was hard again. I thought this
situation wouldn't be considered as sexy by my brain, but I wasn't just
hard, I was in the mood for sex.

"Get on your fours on the bed coz I'll fuck you from behind." It was still
John speaking. Se spread the lube on his dick and came to me. As I was
moving very slowly, he pulled me by the arm and helped me to go to bed. I
kneeled down until he came and, with his right hand, he made me fall on my
fours, now hands also on the mattress.

He spread lube in my hole too and prepared for fuck. I wasn't very relaxed
this time, so it wasn't as easy as with Drake. Besides, his dick was bigger
as well, but John wouldn't give up. He used more lube and came back now to
have it done.

"Relax that it will be easier. You're being fucked whether you like it or
not, so relax."

My father would talk to me like that. John was absorbing this father
authority that had such a strange impact on my personality. "Take it like a
man." My father would say that to me too.

What would he say if he saw me on that position? Three naked guys
surrounding me, one of them preparing to fuck my ass. It would be the
biggest disappointment of his life.

John forced his dick into my ass again, and this time it came into my hole
strongly. It touched myself deeply, and I felt like my ass was burning. I
felt I needed to pee, and even complained I'd pee myself.  That was weird
coz I didn't need to pee three minutes or so before the penetration.

"You don't feel like that. It's because my dick is moving your organs
inside of you, so they squeezed.  Feeling like pissing is just part of
it. Relax. This will be good for me."

After two or three minutes, I noticed my dick was getting softer. It was my
head worried about peeing over his bed. John would be very angry. I didn't
have time to think about it so much though.  Jim came to where my head was
hanging and offered me his dick for me to suck.

"I don't suck dick" I contested.

John pulled my hair, and my head was ninety degrees now. My mouth open.

"But from now on you will. He's got a tiny wee; it will be easier than you
imagine."

"You can't cum in my mouth..."

Jim didn't let me finish the sentence. He put his dick in there, and it
went all the way down till it touched my nostrils. His dick was smaller
than Drake's, so I didn't have a hard time swallowing it.  The problem was
thinking I was sucking dick. I imagined it would be worse. I worried that
sucking cock would taste like pee and that people would pee in my mouth. I
don't know why I imagined those things, but they made my will to suck very
small and irrelevant.

John and Jim found their paces and fucked my ass and skull for over ten
minutes. My will to pee also subsided after a couple of minutes, and my
cock was getting hard again. John found the spot that made me feel like
being fucked couldn't be so bad after all. And Jim removed from my head the
idea that dick didn't belong into a mouth.

Jim didn't last too long, maybe because of the young age. He came in my
mouth, and I didn't know what to do with that cum. I tried to say
something, but if I did, it would spill on the carpet. I had no other
option but swallow.

"Fuck! You came in my mouth. That's not nice."

They didn't even hear my complaints. Soon, Drake took Jim's spot and
started fucking my skull too, something he tried to do many other times
before. He was enjoying the sensations, I could sense from the way he'd
look to the ceiling while his hand in my head controlled the pace of the
fucking.

"It feels amazing. Is it how it felt when that chick sucked you. Is it this
good? Just do everything she's done to you and make me imagine you're her"

And I tried to mimic my first blowjob. I don't know if I was doing it
right, but his reactions could be better. He was in heaven. And in heaven,
he came in my mouth too. Again, I couldn't spit it anywhere close to where
I was, so I swallowed his sperm.

"You guys made me swallow. That ain't nice."

"But you didn't say anything," Jim said.

"How could I? Shit..."

"Was the taste ok?" Drake asked.

"No. It was bad. Don't like it." It wasn't that bad, but if I said I liked
it, they'd try to make swallow more, maybe swallow their pee too.

John finished fucking my ass, and he also came inside of me. Once he was
done and I felt his dick sliding out of me, I rushed to get my clothes
back.

"What you doing?" Drake asked.

I didn't give him time to ask another question and rushed out of the
house. I was pissed with him. I felt like never talking to him again. I was
determined never to talk to any of them again at all.

So even Moz was put in my blacklist and lasted for a long time. Eventually,
I got my internet, and porn wasn't so prohibited or hard to find anymore. I
even found my first girlfriend, Michele. She taught me how good it was to
fuck and be blown. Our dating didn't last though. Soon I was moving to
another city so that I could start uni.

The first place, after settling down, that I went to check was the gym. I
wanted to get bigger and stronger. I wouldn't let other guys take advantage
of me again. I even found myself a good and nice PT. His name was Aaron.

He was a good-looking guy and even when I didn't want to, I caught myself
staring at his package. It looked bigger than all dicks I've seen before. I
think he noticed my long staring one day, and the way he treated me started
to change ever since.

He'd grope his crotch; his attitude was expanding, he was becoming bolder
and more defying. I was a bit afraid that I'd get to the same situation I
was before, but it seemed different somehow. Aaron slowly changed the way
he'd talk to me. From asking, he started to demand. Go there, come here, do
this or don't do that sounded like orders. That was weird because I was the
client, but I couldn't say `no' to orders. I was always like this and
couldn't change my way. He must have noticed that. I wanted to be braver,
more active, but I think my personality was always more shy, full of
issues.

One day, he followed me to the locker room. He would take a shower with me
because he was leaving together. I didn't know how to react, so the both of
us went to the shower area naked, and we talked for a while.

"So, I'll just say what I noticed, ok? Don't take it wrong." He
started. "But, I saw you checking on my package."

"No, dude, if I did it was a mistake, k? You don't take it wrong."

"Nah, Nah. I'm not pissed or anything. I know I've got a big package, so
I'm used to that. I'm just saying this because, I'm sorry but, I noticed
yours is quite small."

"I know..." I was reticent when talking about the size of my dick. "But
it's been doing the trick for quite a long time now. Can't complain."

"I can imagine, but there are some exercises you can try to make it look
bigger. I'll send the site for you later."

"Thanks," I answered not very convinced about this topic.

"Do you wanna feel how it feels to have a big cock?"

"What do you mean?" I asked not sure of what he wanted.

"I've noticed you're a little bitch who can't say no to orders. I always
wanted to have one like you in my hands to do as I wish, but I've never
seen one so close. It's like those animals in the zoo, they seem so close
but so far at the same time. But now you're here just by my side." And he
walked even closer to me.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't want you to touch my dick. You will do that, understand? Just
touch it and feel how big it will get in your hands."

Always my problem with orders. I was shaking, but my hands moved towards
his body and took his cock between my fingers. The cock was getting harder
with my caress.

"Don't make me suck it."

"Why not?"

"Not here."

"So, the problem is not the sucking, but the place where we are in? Is that
right?"

"Aaron, I'm not really into this."

"So, you've done this before?"

I was hesitant again; I didn't want to uncover the past I wished to forget.

"I have, but I was forced."

"You could've said no," he stated the almost obvious. But it wouldn't have
been that easy.

"Maybe, I don't know." My hand was touching now a hard a giant dick. It
felt nice; my cock was hard now too.

"You're hard" he stated.

"Yeah, I'm always hard. Since I was in high school, everybody notices it."

"Who's everybody. Those who turned you into a bitch?"

"I ain't-a bitch."

"Oh, you are. You just don't know that yet. But I'll teach you. And we
going to start it now. I want you on your knees sucking my cock. I won't
force you though. You will just kneel and put it in your mouth. As we're in
the shower, I want you to let it wet with water, then you come in and suck
it dry till you can't drink anymore. You'll keep one hand on the base of my
dick, and the other on my balls.  You are gonna love it. Understood?"

I couldn't say anything. My brain didn't let me say `no' to someone like
that. I just got down and put his dick in my mouth, repeating every
instruction he gave me. I had to open my jaws widely to let it fit. Gosh,
the cock was so big, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"No need to put it in your little throat yet. We can work it later. Just
move your head back and fro till you swallow my cum."

"I don't like to swallow, sir," I answered as I'd answer my father.

"Oh, you don't. Every bitch must love to swallow cum. You gotta get used to
that, understand? I've been told my jizz tastes nice, you gonna love it, I
swear. Now get to work before someone comes here."

I tried my best, but it wasn't as simple as sucking horny teenagers. Aaron
knew what he wanted, and he guided me with words or by holding my head and
wrists.

"Your tongue should come out of your mouth and caress my dick from
below. Then you return and lap the head of my cock and suck just the tip
without scratching it with your teeth or you'll make me angry, got it?"

I thought I did and continued the blowjob following his orders. It was a
floppy and wet one. He held my head tightly with his hand and pulled me
closer to his body. I almost gagged when he started coming. I felt I
understood the power of letting a guy come in your mouth represents. It
means he's blowing his precious seed into you for your digestion. There
should have a meaning in that.

I swallowed his seed not because I felt like I had no other option. But
because I wanted. I started touching my dick, but Aaron stopped me.

"You ain't allowed to cum when we're together. If you feel you want to cum,
you should go somewhere else and have it done there, but not when we're
together. I don't wanna see it, understand?"

I didn't know how to react, but I understood his orders.

"Are you understanding why you're a bitch now?"

"No, sir. Not yet."

"A bitch is a different kind of man. He's open to taking orders, his only
purpose is to get men like me off and they don't have wills of their
own. They live to serve. Do you understand? Do you think you've been always
a bitch and just didn't know that?"

"Sometimes, yes. When I lived in my hometown."

"Yeah, I guess you would've been a bitch there already. But there are other
things we expect from bitches, and I'll train you to become a good one. Ok,
bitch?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Nice, just a perfect bitch. Keep with me, and you'll be the best bitch on
campus."

I didn't know whether I wanted to be the best bitch on campus, but I wanted
to be part of something. I was still hard, and I knew it meant something. I
still felt like I could fuck girls, but there was something about dicks and
men that was just sublime. A big and smooth dick is so good; it feels so
fucking right."

I followed Aaron around for the next month, and every time we were alone,
he'd make me suck him.  Even in common areas. That was scary, but so
exciting at the same time. The risk of being caught was part of my
bitchiness as Aaron once explained to me. Bitches like to be seen, to show
off, to get the attention of men who may want to fuck them.

On a certain day, he said he came prepared to fuck me.

"But not here," he said in the locker room.

"In a stall then?"

"No, outside. While you are doing an exercise, I'll come over you, pull
down your pants and fuck your ass."

"No way, that's too much."

"What you talking about? I'm the one running a huge risk here; I work
here. I can lose my job.  Nothing would happen to you. That's why I'm
guaranteeing no one's gonna see us. And I see you're getting happy with the
idea."

Fuck, my dick was getting hard again. It was uncontrollable. I nodded
defeated. My heart was pounding fast when I left my underwear behind and
felt my dick tenting my shorts. I tried not to make it so obvious, but it
wasn't easy.

Aaron was looking around to see if there's someone watching. Once he found
the perfect stop and timing, he lowered my shorts and slid his dick
entirely into my hole. I wanted to yell, but I couldn't. I tried to relax,
but it was equally impossible.

He whispered in my ears I should pretend that was part of the exercise. A
machine for anal strengthening. What the hell was he talking about?

He fucked me for five or so minutes and repeated the same action other two
times in other equipment around. My dick was hard as usual, and I was
panting with every thrust. He made me feel so well; I could cum without
touching my cock.

"I'm coming in your ass, bitch. My bitch."

He came deep inside of me, so it took a long time for it to run down my
legs. But eventually, I had to rush to the toilet to get it out of me. My
curiosity was huge, and I took part of the cum with my hand and tasted
it. It tasted great. I felt so low. What had I done?

He did the same to me other two times, until one day, after fucking me in
the gym area, he presented me to one of his friends. An even huger guy with
an even bigger dick. I came to uni thinking I wouldn't need to go through
this again, but here I was. I thought it just couldn't be helped.  Once
you're a bitch, you'll always be a bitch. And people will find you wherever
you are.

Aaron came toward me followed by this new guy. He was smiling and seemed
full of shit towards me. I suddenly became nervous because I didn't want
more strangers knowing about me.

"Hey, Steve. How are you today?" He asked as if we were gym buddies as if
he hadn't just fucked me.

"Hi, Aaron. I'm fine, you?" what else could I say?

Aaron said his friend was Karl and that he saw me walking a bit funny and
wanted to know what could be possibly wrong with me. What was wrong with
Aaron? He knew what was wrong with me. I was looking at Karl in dismay. I'd
rather disappear. What would happen to me?

Where was my destiny taking me? I didn't know. But Karl would be a man
who'd let me know a lot more about my life

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