It all comes to this
A few weeks had passed, and I really had not seen Tom around the Rosewood apartments or the gym. It was strange, but I figured he was on a different schedule. Based on our last interaction at the gym and his crazy fitness routines, I figured that was the case.
I got home and settled in; I was almost done unpacking, and the place was starting to look presentable.
I was looking presentable too; I was in the best shape of my life. Watching my food intake and workouts had literally put me in the best shape I had ever been in.
I was watching myself in the full-length mirror in my bedroom. My body was strong and defined, muscles building and cut in all the right places. My legs were strongly, framed nicely by the muscled ass I had worked hard to get.
No lie, I had a raging hard-on. “Fuck,” I thought to myself, “I’m turning myself on,” and then thoughts of going out and joining the dating pool crept into my head. But much like Tom, I was just not ready.
I had no plans for the weekend. My only plans were to watch some movies and do some final cleaning around this place.
I opened the kitchen windows and noticed all the lights were off across the way at Tom’s place. “Busy man,” I thought.
I settled in to watch my favorite Middle Earth movies. There is just something about this series that draws me in.
I turned off all the lights so I could let the LED light system shine.
Toward the end of the movie, there was a strong knock at my door. “Well, this is late,” I thought. I made sure to scoot the bat near the door. I had lived long enough to to be caught off guard at my age; “be ready, stay ready” was my motto.
I pulled the door open, and there was an older lady dressed in a long black coat. She was slim and shaped. She was holding a deep red oversized purse—big enough to carry large items and to use as a weapon of mass destruction. I laughed internally.
“Sorry to bother you, I’m looking for Tom, Tom Sheridan,” she said kindly. “Hi, I’m Nick,” I said as I reached out and shook her hand. “Tom doesn’t live here,” I said. “I think he lives over in the next building, first floor—I don’t know the number,” I added, noticing her gaze as she looked at my healthy body and bulge.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” I said, breaking her gaze as she looked up at me. “How rude of me, I’m Catherine, I’m Amy’s mom,” she said sternly.
I pretended not to know and shook my head slightly, slouched my shoulders in. “Sorry, I barely know Tom. We walk by every now and then as we pass by; I have not had the pleasure of meeting your daughter, Catherine.”
“Of course, no problem. I’ll go find him; we need to have a talk,” she said. I pretended not to notice the vice in her tone. “Ok, well, you have a good night,” I said happily. “Thank you, Nick, for the info.”
I closed the door and heard the distinct sounds of Catherine’s high heels as she walked back down and to the opposite building.
“He’s definitely about to be in deep shit,” I thought to myself. That woman was angry and on a mission.
The second movie was done. I turned off the TV and headed to throw away the leftover popcorn and soda can before heading back in to get ready for bed.
“You like this, slut,” and then some gurgling sound. I looked out the kitchen window to see what was going on.
Tom, once the epitome of strength and muscle, now lay bound to the bed, his head dangling helplessly off the edge, His face buried in Catherine’s pussy.
Catherine was holding his head up, effectively shoving his face and mouth into her pussy. “That's right, slut, it’s time to learn a lesson,” she said sternly. The way she was arching her back and pushing his face into her was a real treat.
From my window, I could see Catherine had an amazing body. Firm, healthy, but unlike her daughter, Catherine had huge, delicious breasts. From my view, I could see her ass was being split by Tom’s gobbling as she let him take a breath before pulling his head back between her well-rounded ass cheeks.
“What did I say about that tongue, slut!” Catherine yelled and then gave Tom three hard slaps to the abs. Incredibly, I saw Tom stick out his tongue just as she pulled him into her waiting pussy. “Mmmm, yes,” she said, her voice weak from the sensations of being tongue-fucked.
She shifted slightly, and then I noticed Tom was wearing a cock ring. It wrapped around his dick and the other piece around his balls, effectively separating dick from balls yet enhancing the look of both. “Fucking hot,” I thought to myself. She shifted slightly, and I noticed the shimmering of a very slim chain that looped from one nipple to the other. “Tom was wearing nipple clamps!”
I tore off my underwear, releasing my own throbbing penis; this was so fucking hot.
Catherine lay on top of him, changing positions. Tom’s head hung loose, his mouth half-open, with the sheen and shine of Catherine’s juices all over his face. Tom opened his eyes, but they were glazed over. He was drunk, high, or something else, but he was in no position to control himself.
Catherine's face hovered inches from Tom’s cock and balls; she paused, swallowing hard as a wicked gleam flickered in her eyes, fixating on the engorged shaft before her. She yanked Tom’s balls one way as she yanked Tom’s dick the opposite direction.
Tom was writhing in pain, desperately trying to get loose. “You’re not going anywhere, asshole,” she said as she continued to smack, pull, and twist. “You think it’s easy to find a good man, Tom? And then turn him into a cock slut?” she yelled.
“Oh shit, so this is about turning Tom into a married straight cockslut. Well, shit.”
“Look at you, Tom. Even now, as I’m beating your balls to a pulp, you’re hard as a rock.” Amazingly, she was right. She was basically torturing his balls, and his cock was harder than ever.
“The women in our family pick a strong, cute man, one with a future, and turn him into a slut so we can later look for a real man,” she said as she let go of his balls, red and tortured, they hung low. “It’s too bad, Tom, you’re fucking built right,” she said as she took Tom’s dick and swallowed it whole, slobbering up and down on it in rapid movements.
“Gahhhh, mmmm,” was all that came out of Tom. “Mmmm yeah, mmm,” Catherine was enjoying Tom’s dick. “Amy really knows how to pick them,” she said proudly.
Tom’s balls, bruised as they were, began to tighten and ascend to the base of his ball ring. As he was about to cum, his body shaking and straining, “AAAAAAAAA!” Tom hollered, his head lurching up, his mouth open, his eyes bulging in pain.
It took a second to realize that Catherine had pulled off the nipple clamps at the same time; each nipple had a drop of blood.
“You’re not cumming until I say so,” she yelled as she shifted positions, still on top of him but now face to face. Tears were running down the side of Tom’s face, on the verge of crying like a baby.
‘SLAP, SLAP,’ the echo bouncing off the walls in the small bedroom. “You with me, bitch?” Tom was definitely on something; she shook his head up and down. He gasped as Catherine began to suck and nibble on his nipple and then switched to the other. The pain on Tom’s face was very real as he continued to pull on his restraints.
Catherine got up and pulled out of her big red bag a belt of some kind and placed it through her legs and around her waist before clipping it in place. I quickly realized it was a strap-on.
“So you think you’re too good for my daughter? Well, I’m going to finish the job she started, asshole. Breaking my daughter’s heart was a bad move,” she slapped him three more times, the sting of it visible on Tom’s face.
I saw Catherine pull out another belt; she placed it over his head. He was too far gone; he offered no resistance. It was a mouth gag with an opening that stretched his mouth open. Only his tongue was visible.
“Get ready, Tom,” she said joyfully as she snapped on her strap-on, a pink dildo. “You’ve never had more than 5 inches,” she said softly, “but I’m going to make sure you love these 8 inches even more, Tom.”
I heard the gagging, begging, and choking as she slid the full 8 inches into Tom’s open mouth. Tom was fighting as much as he could, pulling and trying to twist, but it was of no use. He was strapped in place. His eyes bulged, his face red, and saliva ran down his face as Catherine mercilessly face-fucked him.
I noticed the dildo reach its way into Tom’s waiting open mouth, his esophagus expanding and retracting as Catherine plummeted her dildo deep into him.
Not two minutes passed before Tom was instinctively finding the right moments to take short breaths.
His body was still but shaking; he was no longer fighting back.
“That’s right, you piece of shit. That’s how it’s done. That’s how you offer yourself to me like an obedient little bitch,” the venom in her voice spoke of her love of being in control of Tom.
She leaned forward, resting on top of him as she continued to plunge her dildo into his mouth. She reached from under his legs and started yanking his balls down into the mattress. Tom tried to scream, but it was of little use; his whole mouth was filled with the dildo. She shoved it deep every time she yanked on his balls. He screamed into the dildo, and as she let go, she would pull out the dildo, giving Tom only enough time to scream and breathe.
She pulled and let go, pulled and let go for a few minutes before shifting positions.
My hand instinctively reached for my cock, ready to lose myself in the moment, until the sharp clang of metal startled me.
I looked in to see Catherine between Tom’s legs. She used a rope to tie his legs up high, securing them in place. His strong body was stretched, sweat glistening all over it, his puffy nipples making him look like a tied-up Greek God.
She carefully placed a yoga block under his ass, raising it just enough. She paused, letting the anticipation build, her fingers slowly tracing the outline of the massive pink dildo. 'You’re going to love missionary, Tom,' she whispered, each word dripping with promise as she began to lube the thick, imposing shaft. “It’s gonna hurt,” she added as a matter of fact, slapping the dildo on Tom’s well-worn balls. “But I’m gonna work you so good you’ll be begging me to fuck you in no time.”
Tom’s eyes widened in dawning horror, a muffled plea escaping his lips. Catherine paused, relishing the moment, before swinging the pink dildo in front of his face. 'Oh, welcome back, Tom,' she purred. "The main event is just getting started” she said “You should really watch what you drink,” she added with a smile.
Tom struggled furiously against the restraints, his body jerking in desperation, but his efforts only tightened their grip. “I love it,” Catherine yelled, “it makes that pink hole wink at me!” Tom again said something inaudible. “No, Tom, fuck you,” she retorted.
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Tom’s sculpted, muscular frame, her face just below his. “Tom, just relax and enjoy becoming my slut,” she whispered as she started to poke and slide the pink dildo along Tom’s pink hole.
Tom was pulling, trying to shake his body in hopes of shaking her off, but it was no use. I clearly saw the shock in Tom’s face as the head of the 8-inch thick dildo slipped into his pink hole, the gasp was audible and loud. “Yes, I’m in, Tom. Keep fighting, I love it rough,” she said, her voice filled with joy and lust.
Tom strained and pulled against his restraints, each shake that tore through his body indicating that another inch had slipped further into his hole. Each time he gasped and hollered, his open mouth dribbled with saliva, his tongue waving helplessly every time another inch slipped in.
With each passing inch, Tom resisted less and less. He was helpless, there was no escaping; he was hers in every way.
“Slap, SLAP,” she hit hard and fast. “We have 3 more inches, baby. I want you to enjoy this moment—it’s the first time you’ll be fucked, and it should be special. You should feel like a real slut,” Catherine said mockingly. She held him tight, face to face, and in a swift and rough movement, she shoved the last 3 inches of the huge 8-inch thick dildo into Tom’s ass.
“AAAAGGGHHH, MMMM!” Tom yelled as Catherine leaned in close, her breath warm against his lips. For a brief second, it seemed like she might kiss him, a deceptive tenderness in her eyes. But then, with a predatory grin, she bit down hard, claiming his tongue as her own before resuming her merciless thrusts."He jerked and grunted, but it was no use. Catherine switched from fast to slow, then pulled all the way out before slamming the dildo back into Tom. Before eventually releasing his tongue, Tom sucked it back into his mouth, wincing in pain.
After a few minutes, there was no resistance from Tom, and Catherine lowered her head even to his nipples, beginning to bite, chew, and suck. Tom writhed in pain once again.
A few moments later, Catherine adjusted her position, resting her hands on the backside of his knees as she continued to power-fuck Tom. “Look at that, Tom. Can you see it?” she asked. Upon closer inspection, Tom’s cock was growing and filling up as Catherine began using various thrusting motions. “There you are, Tom. Enjoy it, baby,” she said.
A few minutes later, to my utter amazement, Tom’s dick was waving freely and strongly as every thrust made it pulse.
“You don’t need this anymore,” Catherine said as she plunged into him and then reached back to remove his mouth gag. It left marks on his chiseled face.
“Mmmm,” was the sound coming from Tom as Catherine pulled him in and proceeded to make out with him. “Good boy,” she said as she began to fuck and make out with him.
"Look at you, Tom. My once-proud jock, reduced to this… Aren’t you the perfect little slut?" she asked, and Tom replied, “Yes,” as his moaning grew stronger. “Do you like how I’m fucking you, Tom?” Catherine asked innocently. Tom initially resisted, but Catherine kept asking and fucking him roughly. Tom’s expression turned to pure joy as he said, “"Please, Catherine, don’t stop—fuck me harder” as he lost any and all resistance, giving in to what he was feeling.
She pounded him nice and hard as Tom grunted and moaned.
I was leaking cum, my cock begging for release, but I held back—I had to see what would happen next.
Tom was loving being fucked. As Catherine lunged at his pink hole, Tom was pushing back against the incoming dildo as best he could.
“You’re ready, Tom,” Catherine said, smiling as she put a popper bottle under his nose and directed him to take several hits. Tom was flying high. She released his legs and then his arms—he was free, the only thing still on him was that amazing cock ring keeping him front and center.
Tom moved around, feeling his limbs—they were sore and weak from being held in place. “Get on all fours, Tom. It’s time for you to be the slut you’ve always wanted to be,” she commanded. And yet again, leaving me with my mouth open and cock leaking, Tom reversed himself and got on all fours, presenting his swollen hole to Catherine.
She was behind him, and in a single movement, she plunged the pink 8-inch thick dildo into Tom. This time, it was the sound of pleasure that came out of Tom’s mouth as he arched his back to give Catherine better access.
I was just about ready to come all on my own. Tom the jock, Tom the muscle man, Tom the badass, Tom the mighty had been turned into a groveling, moaning, dildo-loving bitch.
"Every time I bottom out in your hole, Tom, I want you to squeeze tightly, understood?" Catherine commanded.
"Yyyeeesss," Tom slurred as she proceeded to power fuck him doggy style. "Do you love being a slut, Tom?"
This time Tom replied, "Yes, I’m a slut. Fuck meee, mmm!" His eyes looking out into some other place and time.
Noticing that Tom was close, Catherine rotated him again on the mattress, keeping him on all fours but making him lower his face to the mattress.
I had the perfect view of his ass and lower body, with his face barely visible as it pressed against the soft, plush mattress.
She entered him from a high position behind him, almost resting on his ass as she plunged away. Each thrust drove the dildo deeper, his hole clenching in response, a rhythmic dance of dominance and submission. A few minutes of this and the sweat was glistening on his body, his balls and hard cock swayed freely as Catherine power fucked him with a force I didn’t think he could handle. Tom was moaning, groaning, and begging for more as Catherine began jackrabbiting his poor ass, slightly leaping from the mattress, pulling all the way out, and plunging back in full force, putting her weight behind it.
"Yes, YES, Harder, mmmmmMMM!" Tom yelled out as his cock and balls made hard slapping sounds against the balls of the dildo. "Smack, SMACK, smack!" The bed creaked and swayed, threatening to break, but Catherine was on a mission, and she would not be denied.
"I'M GOING TO CUM!" Tom yelled out as his whole body shook with unbridled pleasure. "Fuck me HARD, FUCK me like a BITCH!" There was nothing left of Tom's pride or masculinity—he was being completely controlled by the sensations and pleasure of being dominated and fucked mercilessly. "YEEEESSSS, Fuck, I’m gonna cuuumm!"
Tom's dick was swinging due to the force of the jackrabbit fucking he was receiving. His balls violently swung, swollen and loose, unable to tighten due to the punishment he had been receiving. "You close, whore?" Catherine yelled at the top of her lungs.
"I’m a whore," Tom slurred as his mouth gasped open, his eyes peeled wide as the first shot of cum flew out of his swinging cock, thick and voluminous. The next spurt was a silent scream, mouth open and gasping for air. "Fuck you, TOM, FUCK YOU!" Catherine screamed as she completely demolished Tom’s asshole.
"What are you, Tom? Tell me what you are!" Catherine demanded as his third and final spurt jolted from his penis.
"I’m a fucking pussy, I love getting fucked, I’m a fucking cocksucking FAG!" Tom replied, the final spurt culminating in an unbelievable finish. He froze, his eyes glazed over, and then passed out, his body shaking.
"Yes, you are, Tom," Catherine said as she proceeded to unlock the dildo from the strap, leaving it lodged in Tom’s muscular ass. She moved around the room, picking up her equipment and freshening up, before putting on her dress and long black coat.
Tom was flat on the mattress no awake but in a daze, with the 8-inch pink dildo still sticking out of his ass.
"Boy, he looks good," I thought to myself.
Catherine walked over to him, raised his face slightly, and said, "Tom, I’m glad things didn’t work out between you and my daughter. I honestly think she can do better, and you're already excellent," she said sweetly. "Don’t call or reach out to my daughter anymore, or the pictures I took will be seen by everyone on campus," she added sternly. "I’ll make sure Amy stays away as well. I’ll be a good mother and help her through this. I’ll encourage her, and she will move on."
Tom’s head dipped in submission. 'Good boy,' she purred, 'You’ll make someone—or many—a perfect whore. And you know why? Because I’ve trained you to be the best.'" she said in triumph.
“You stay and enjoy” she said, looking at the huge pink dildo still in Tom’s ass. ‘I’ll see my way out”
I did not know what to think or feel; the whole situation was utterly amazing. I had watched the submission and conquest of a bona fide jock stud turned into a good-for-nothing hole. "Fuck, that was hot."
The end.
