straighthell-stories:Andrewhad brought his roommate, Shep, his morning cup of coffee and now, as he’
straighthell-stories:Andrewhad brought his roommate, Shep, his morning cup of coffee and now, as he’d doneevery day for the last two weeks, he was taking care of Shep’s morning wood. It still felt strange having another dude’s dick in his mouth but, day byday, he could feel himself getting more comfortable sucking Shep off, morecomfortable in his role as Shep’s boy-bitch. As little as a month ago, Andrewwould have been repulsed at just the idea of taking another dude’s cock intohis mouth, he would have sworn that that was one thing he’d never do. Andnow he was doing it a couple times every day - and not just sucking on it,either. He’d stay on Shep’s cock until his roommate got his nut and then,like Shep had trained him, he’d swallow it all down like a good littlebitch. And the damned thing was that, while he’d almost gagged on thetaste of Shep’s thick scuzz the first time he’d downed it, over time he’d notonly become used to the taste, he’d actually come to enjoy it. Now heactually looked forward to teasing Shep’s big load out of the man’s cock - ofgetting his breakfast feeding as Andrew now thought of it.Of course, sucking his roommateoff wasn’t the only way Andrew was now taking care of Shep’s big Man-cock. Shep was fucking Andrew’s asshole every day now. Not his asshole,Andrew had to keep correcting himself when he thought about it. Not hisasshole - his pussy. As Shep had carefully explained to him after he’dpopped the boy’s cherry, once a boy’s asshole had taken a Man’s dick, once aMan had seeded the boy, bred him with his Man-scuzz, the boy no longer had anasshole; he had a pussy between his legs, just like a girl did. Andrew was pretty embarrassedcalling his hole a ‘pussy’ at first. It seemed so un-masculine, sodegrading almost. But then, when he thought about it, he realized thatthe term was only fitting. After all, he was a boy-bitch now, Shep’sboy-bitch, and bitches had pussies, and his hole was being fucked just like abitch’s pussy so why shouldn’t his hole be called a ‘pussy?’ That’swhat it was now, wasn’t it? Still, Andrew could occasionally feel himselfblushing when he called it a pussy, though even that was becoming less and lessfrequent as the days passed.The only thing that Andrew wasstill having trouble with was actually getting fucked. Shep was really well-hungand he fucked really hard and Andrew couldn’t help squealing in pain every timehis roommate fucked him. And Shep fucked him a lot. Three or fourtimes every day, at least. Sometimes, like on the weekends, more thanthat. Andrew had been really embarrassed the first time Shep had raisedAndrew’s legs in the air and put them over his shoulders and thrust hisbig-cock deep into Andrew’s pussy. Andrew couldn’t help remembering thatjust a few days earlier he had been the one on top; he’d been the one fuckingthe bitch; and now he was the bitch being fucked. It had seemed that hiswhole world was collapsing around him, that first time Shep had driven his bigcock balls deep into Andrew’s pussy.To a certain extent, things hadgotten better since that first time Shep had fucked him. Andrew didn’tfeel nearly as disoriented as he had that first day. He’d come torealize that he really was a boy-bitch, the type of boy Real Men just fuckedwhenever they wanted to, and looking up at Shep as he loomed over him, his legslooped over Shep’s shoulders, seemed totally natural to Andrew now. Butgetting fucked still hurt - sometimes, a lot. Andrew had finally askedShep about that and his roommate had told him that this was how it should be. There should always be some pain involved in taking his Man’s cock; that onlyhelped to reinforce in Andrew’s mind his status as a Real Man’s bitch, asShep’s bitch, as someone who would suffer the pain of being fucked by a reallybig cock if for no other reason than to afford pleasure to the Man fucking him. But Shep also pointed out that itwasn’t only pain that Andrew was experiencing when he was fucked. Andrew’s boy-cock was always rigidly erect, even when he was writhingaround under Shep and squealing like a stuck pig. And, more and more,Andrew was cumming himself while Shep fucked his boypussy, shooting hisboy-cream all over his body even as Shep was spewing his Man-seed deep insidethe boy’s quivering cunt. And Shep assured the boy that while he nowthought that he was cumming despite the pain, he’d eventually realize that thepain was actually a spur to his arousal, to his excitement, to his ultimatepleasure. A boy-bitch’s pleasure was inextricably intertwined with thepain he suffered in surrendering his pussy to a Real Man and eventually Andrewwouldn’t be able to even imagine experiencing the one without the other. Andrew wasn’t so sure how he feltabout that but there was one thing he had to admit. The orgasms he hadwhile Shep was fucking his pussy were light-years beyond any of the ones he’dexperienced when he was fucking a girl. And that realization, more thananything else, had convinced him that he was truly a boy-bitch, truly a boy whowas meant to sexually service Real Men. He was more than willing toendure the pain that always came when Shep inserted his cuntbuster deep intoAndrew’s pussy, if that was the price he had to pay to experience the exquisitepleasure that followed. More than willing, he was eager to do so. In just two weeks, he couldn’t imagine his life without Shep fucking him,without him being Shep’s bitch. Andrew was hooked; and he knew it. -- source link