Nick's First Test
I woke up slowly, not really aware that I wasn't at home at first. But then I felt an ache in my asshole and my jaw was sore and I realized the bed I was in was not my bed. I opened my eyes and looked around the big bedroom, at the huge glass wall that looked out over the city. Avyan. I was in his bed. I had been tied to his bed and he had fucked me.
I remembered everything in a rush of anxiety, shame and excitement all at once. I realized he wasn't there with me, but I could hear noises from the rest of the condo. I looked down at my wrist and I was still attached to the bed. I had to wait until he came in. I knew if I called out, he would be angry. And what surprised me was I wanted to please him. I lay back and let that thought sink in. I wanted to please him.
I looked up and saw Avyan come into the room with a tray. “Good morning, Nick.” He seemed calm and almost cheerful.
“Good morning, sir.”
“I brought you some breakfast. Just this once. After today you will prepare breakfast for us.”
I was learning that his statements were non-negotiable. “Yes, sir.” I thought a moment. After today? What did that mean? I was about to speak when he said, “You have a wife, I take it?”
“Yes. She's on holiday at the cottage.”
“And judging by the way you took my cock yesterday, this means what?”
I felt embarrassed and torn. He was right. I had taken his cock and I wanted it again. But I was married. Shame washing over my whole body, I said, “It means...it means I don't want to be married any more.”
“I think you're right, Nick. You sat with my cum all over your face and then you ate it all. That is not the behaviour of a man married to a woman, now is it? Do you want me to call her?”
I felt a wave of panic. “No! I mean, that wont't be necessary...sir.” He smiled at me when I said 'sir'. “I...I will tell her the marriage is over.”
“Good boy. You need to learn to be honest with yourself. You like cock, don't you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You like sucking cock, don't you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you like sitting like a little pig with cum all over your face, don't you?”
I swallowed. It was true, I did. I almost whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Call your wife. Eat your breakfast. Go to the bathroom and do what you need to do and make sure you're clean when you're done. Then get on your hands and knees with your ass facing the door and wait for me.” He reached for the cord around my wrist and undid it.
“Yes, sir.” Waves of excitement went through my body, but at the same time I was terrified to call my wife. But I knew Avyan would be waiting to hear me make the call. And I wanted to please him. This was the thing that was so clear to me. I wanted to please him more than I had ever wanted to please anyone. I had left my phone by the bed, so I picked it up. There was a message from her. That made me feel a bit sick. I called her and waited for her to pick up.
It was the hardest five minutes of my entire life. But I just blurted it out. That the marriage was over. She yelled and swore but at the same time she sounded almost relieved. I got the sense she had been waiting for me to do something. But she told me to 'call a fucking lawyer' and hung up.
It was done. Or at least started. I got up and went to the washroom and did my business, used the equipment and douched myself, had a shower and, feeling clean, went back into the bedroom.
I ate my toast and drank coffee and felt relieved. When I had finished, I put the tray on the table beside me and moved so I was on all fours with my ass facing the bedroom door. And waited.
He came in about fifteen minutes later. He said, “Why is the butt plug in?”
I had forgotten. “Sorry sir...” I reached around and slid it out, feeling a jolt of pain. “When I indicate to you that you will be fucked, you need to remove the plug, clean yourself and wait. You are to wear it at all other times.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
He got on the bed and tied my arms again to the bed-posts which caused me to lie down on my front with my arms stretched out. He climbed on top of me and said, “Every morning I want you to lube yourself and carry lube around with you wherever you go. You need to prepare yourself to be fucked at any time. No one should have to do it for you.”
“Yes, sir. I will.”
“Yes, you will.” He reached to the little table by the bed and pulled out a big cock-shaped dildo. I knew what dildos were and this one was big. Bigger than he was and much thicker. He lubed it up and started to rub it against my hole. It stung from last night and I had a hard time not making noise, but I knew I couldn't. He pushed it a little harder, rotating it and circling it around me. My ass was on fire. I could feel my muscles stretching. “Breath, Nick. Take it in. Keep breathing.”
His voice was gentle, but insistent. I breathed. He slid more of it in and it felt like the dildo was gigantic, that it would fill my whole body. He stopped pushed and just turned it so it was rotating in me. “I'm going to push it in more. You're going to take it.”
I managed to say, “Yes, sir.”
He kept pushing and there was a moment I though I would black out the pain was so great, but then it was all in me. All I could be aware of was pain and the sense that my insides were going to explode. I felt him get off the bed. “Don't move. I'll be back in a while.”
I heard him leave the room, then after a few minutes, I heard the condo door open and close. I lay there with this huge latex cock in my ass. It felt degrading and that excited me. I realized my cock was burning and I started to hump the bed, but every time my hips moved I felt a stab of pain so I stopped moving.
I lay there and found myself thinking about Cheryl. She was pissed but I was struck that she also didn't sound surprised. Maybe she realized something. I also tried to imagine what she would say if she saw me lying in this bed with this fucking huge dildo in my ass.
I heard Avyan come in and there was someone with him. What the fuck? A rush of panic went through me and I wanted to struggle but I couldn't really move.
I heard voices and they got closer. Then I was aware that there were two people standing by the bed. Avyan and someone else. I turned and looked and saw a husky looking guy about our age.
“Did I say you could look?”
I felt shame and confusion. “No, sir.”
“This is Nick. He's in training.”
The other guy chuckled. “Yeah, I see that.”
“Do you want to fuck him?”
“Of course.”
“Good. He needs the experience. I'm going to sit over here and watch.”
“Cool.”
I felt Avyan get on the bed and he slid the dildo out of me slowly and steadily. When it was free I felt empty, I felt like I was an empty shell. My asshole was spasming. It was both a relief and I missed the feel of being filled up.
I felt someone – the other guy, I assumed – get on the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up so I was on my hands and knees. The cord holding my wrists was tight and it hurt. I felt his fingers play with my asshole, but then he put his hand on my back and I felt his cock push and compared to the dildo, it was nothing. He slid in and it almost felt like a relief. I heard his voice say, “He's tight. Really fuckin' nice.”
“He's a virgin. Or at least he was until last night.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
The guy started to fuck me. At first a little slowly, as if he was testing me out. When his cock got all the way in, he adjusted the grip on my hips and he moved faster, thrusting hard so his body slapped mine when he bottomed out in me. Pain flared from my tender hole, from what felt like my bruised insides. Waves of pain radiated out and I felt like my whole body was stinging. I turned and realized I could look at Avyan. He was sitting in a chair by the window. He looked impassive. Our eyes connected and there was something about his stare that calmed me. He nodded and I felt safe.
The guy was moving faster and his breathing was getting ragged and he slapped my buttocks a few times, hard. The sting of his hand hitting me, the pain of his cock filling me, my asshole stretching to contain him, was overwhelming. But I felt like this pain was mine to take. I had to take it. This was for me. He was fucking harder and the pain did what it had done last night. It slowly shifted to something that felt almost like pleasure. My cock was getting hard again and I wanted to touch it so badly.
I heard Avyan's voice. “Don't finish in him. Give it to him on his face. Nick, open your mouth.”
That excited me, and a wave of anticipation joined all the other feelings washing through my body. The guy slid his cock out and moved to my head. I looked up at him. He was muscular and dark. He was wearing tight jeans that were open just enough to let his cock out which was thick and uncut and wet from me. He started to jerk off really fast, the head of his cock just above my face.
“You want this, don't you? You're a little cum whore, I hear. So here is some cum, whore.”
He was looking at me right in the eyes and his cock exploded, firing a big dollop of cum that hit me in the nose, then another that he aimed at my cheek, and another on my forehead, and then a smaller one that went into my mouth. It tasted sharp and hot. He put a hand on the back of my head and stuffed his cock in deep and I gagged and choked on more cum that dribbled into my throat. He fucked my face with his hand pushing me down on his cock. He pulled away and sat back on his heels.
“You're a good little cocksucker. Well done.”
He slapped my face almost playfully. I felt cum dripping off my face and into my mouth. I heard Avyan's voice. “Don't swallow. Don't move.”
The guy got off the bed and did up his pants and they left the room. My ass was burning and I could tell my asshole was almost gaping from all the stretching. My mouth and tongue were coated with cum. My face was dripping with cum. But I knew I couldn't move or swallow. I wanted to cough, but I just cleared my throat so I could breathe. All I could smell was cum. Amidst all the sensations I was having, I felt a kind of pleasure and almost peace. I ran my tongue over my lips and felt big globs of cum, some of which dripped down onto my tongue, my chin, the bed.
I heard Avyan come back into the room and close the door. I heard him take his clothes off and he got on the bed and he gripped my hips and without any preamble, he jammed his cock, that big, long pole of a thing, into my asshole. Hard. “You've been a good boy. You took that guy really well. You made him very happy. Now you get to be fucked properly.”
I said, my voice thick and distorted from all the liquid in my mouth, “Yes, sir.”
He started ramming me fast and hard. Avyan's cock was not as thick as the last guy, but it was longer and I could feel the whole length of him skewering me and the pain from the dildo came back, the stinging, the aching, but somewhere in the middle of it, it felt right. It felt like a reward. Avyan was fucking me. That was my reward. The other guy was just a place-holder. Avyan was the real person, the real cock, the real experience. I felt gratitude.
He fucked me faster but he seemed to be able to go indefinitely. Then I heard his voice which was a little breathy. “You want my cum?”
“Yes sir.”
“You're going to get it, but I'm going to give it to you in your asshole. So we have a new rule. Whatever happens, I get to be the last load of cum that goes in you. That means no one can have you after I've done. That includes in your mouth. Understand?”
I felt a wave of something like relief. “Yes, sir.” It was hard to talk with cum in my mouth and drizzling on my tongue.
“Good. Here it is.”
And I felt him give me a few really hard fucks and I could feel his body tremble a little and I imagined that long, muscular dick filling me up. I had stopped asking myself where in me this was coming from. It just was. It was the truth. I wanted his cum and no one else's.
He slid out of me and moved so he was in front of me. My mouth was still open because I had not been told to close it. He slid his wet cock into my mouth and pulled my head onto him. I was his fuck-toy and I wanted to be. He thrust a few times, then pulled out. “Swallow.” I swallowed the cum that had been sitting in my mouth. He reached out and wiped the other guy's cum off my face and fed it to me. It took a few times of doing this before my face was more or less clean. I licked his hand clean and sucked on his fingers to make sure I got it all.
He ran his hand through my hair and said, “You've been a very good boy.” And leaned down and kissed me. That felt amazing, like a another reward. Then he reached down and got the butt plug and pushed it into me and slapped my ass. “New rule. When you have a load of my cum in you, even if there are other loads as well, don't clean it out. I want it in you. But when my cum is not there, I want you to clean yourself right away. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I realized I liked having his cum in me. It felt like he was part of me. Even though my hole still stung, even though I ached from all the fucking, I was happy. In the pain. It meant I was pleasing him.
He got off the bed and undid the cord around my wrist. He went and got his clothes which were folded on the chair and put them on. I admired his strong legs and the shape of his body in his tight jeans, his muscular ass, the bulge around his groin. I had never really looked at a guy in this way before and it amazed me that I hadn't.
“Come with me.” He walked out of the room and I followed. I was having trouble walking because my ass was stinging. It felt like my abdomen was on fire. We got to to the entrance of the condo and I saw my clothes folded neatly in a little basket that sat on a table. “This is where you will deposit your clothes when you come in.”
I reached for my clothes and he grabbed my arm before I could touch them. “Did I give you permission to get dressed?”
He slapped my face just hard enough to sting. “No sir, you didn't. I'm sorry. I will wait for your permission next time.”
“Yes. You will. Now get dressed.”
I put my clothes and shoes on and stood up, waiting. He smiled at me and ran his hand over my cheek. “You're a cute dude.”
I felt a rush of pleasure and, frankly, lust, when he said this. I wanted to get down on my knees and show him, but I knew I did not have permission.
I said, “Thank you, sir.”
He smiled again and said, “We're going to your house. I rented a van and you're going to get whatever you think you need from there and bring it back here. You will live in this condo from now on. Understood?”
I was speechless. It felt embarrassing and exciting. He was taking charge of my life, was what I finally realized. “Yes, sir.”
We drove to my house and I looked around, wondering what of this life I wanted to keep. I realized that there wasn't very much. I had the thought that Cheryl could have it all for all I cared. I packed some clothes, some books, a few family heirlooms, a couple of pieces of furniture that came from my grandmother and a painting. The rest, I thought, represented a life I no longer waned anything to do with.
I had it all collected in the front hall where Avyan was standing. I realized I needed to check. “Can I bring these things, sir?”
“Are they important to you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then yes.”
I packed the van and Avyan watched me. I went back into the house and wrote Cheryl a note telling her what I took and that I had moved out. That felt really good.
I turned and Avyan was standing in the front hall. He said, “Get on your knees.”
I did, but I felt a rush of anxiety. Here? In the house I wanted to never see again?
He undid his pants and pulled out his cock which was hard. He rubbed it on my face, smearing precum on my nose. “Suck it.”
I took the head in and I expected him to fuck my face, but he let me go at my own speed and I was able to explore this muscular cock, its ridges and veins, its faintly musky smell, the rigid head that was fat and juicy. His cock was beautiful. I wanted it. I swallowed it, I threw my head down on it and he said, “That's a boy.” And he pushed my head down until those nine-odd inches hit the back of my throat and even deeper. I was almost choking and he held me there. My throat was getting used to being fucked and I was started to love the feel of almost being asphyxiated by his cock, my nose pressed into the flesh and hair of his groin, the feel of his hand pushing the back of my head into him. I felt his cock flex in my mouth. “You like my cock, don't you? You like having your face fucked, don't you? Now, Nick, you will have my cock whenever I want you to have it. And have the cock of whoever I choose.”
He flexed his hips and fucked my head a few more times, but then he pulled out. His cock was shiny from my mouth. He wiped the head on my face, smearing more juice on me. Then he pulled away and did his pants up again. “Later.”
We left the house and I drove back to his condo. When everything was piled in the hallway and, knowing the rule, I stepped into the condo and removed my clothes and shoes. When I was naked, I brought all the boxes in, and dragged the two pieces of furniture in. Avyan didn't help me, he just watched. I put all the stuff in a little bedroom beside the bathroom. Once it was all in, Avyan said, “That will be your room. Not to sleep, because you will always sleep with me, but for you to have your stuff in.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now get in the shower and rinse off.”
I went to the bathroom and stood under the hot water, enjoying the feeling that my old life was washing away. The bathroom door opened and Avyan came in. He was nude and his cock was sticking out. He got into the shower with me and said, “Kneel.”
I was excited and opened my mouth. He looked down at me, his face impassive. I suddenly wasn't sure what he wanted. “Open your mouth wider.”
I opened it more, expecting him to slide his cock in, but then piss started to stream out of his cock and into my mouth. “Don't even think about closing your mouth. Take my piss. Swallow it.”
I was almost gagging, but somehow, in the midst of it, I felt excited. I wanted his piss, I wanted it in me. It felt right and amazing and my cock was like burnished steel it was so hard. His urine kept coming and I swallowed the hot, sharp liquid. My mouth overflowed and I wanted to suck that cock. I looked up at him and his face had this look, a look of pleasure and almost affection. That was confusing, especially when his piss slowed to a dribble and he thrust his cock in my mouth and, holding my head steady, proceeded to fuck into me, choking me all over again. I had to work to keep from gagging as his length went into my throat.
He was grunting a little and then with a few last thrusts, he pulled out of mouth. “Stick out your tongue.” I did and as soon as it was there, he put the end of his cock right at the tip and, still jacking himself, cum started pour out, pooling on my tongue, sliding into my mouth and dripping down my throat. After all the piss, it tasted like nectar and I looked up at him. I looked up at his dark eyes which were glued to mine and I felt...something like love. I wanted this scene to exemplify my feelings toward him.
His cock finally stopped spewing and I sat with my tongue covered in cum. “Swallow.”
I did, and it felt like redemption. He got out of the shower and towelled off. I was still on my knees, water pouring over my head, washing the last cum away. “When you're clean, come into the bedroom.”
“Yes, sir.” I stood up and rinsed away the piss and cum and washed myself again, taking extra care with my ass which stung from the soap. I slid my fingers in me and cleaned even though the soap was like agony on the irritated flesh of his...man cunt. That was what it was. I knew that was a word that was used. How, I don't know. But that is what it was. His.
I came out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom. He was sitting on the chair again. “Come here.”
I stood in front of him. My cock, unbidden, grew hard almost immediately. “Jerk off.” I grabbed my cock and started to stroke, still watching his face. I was waiting for our eyes to meet, but he was looking at my dick. “When you're ready to cum, catch it with your hand.”
That really excited me and I knew I wouldn't last long. I could feel my balls begin to boil and a huge wave of pleasure went through my body. I put my hand at the head of my cock and I started to spew cum into my cupped palm. I was amazed by how much was there, white and clear and thick and runny at the same time. “Eat it.”
I almost passed out with pleasure and I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked it all in one gulp. I swallowed and said, “Thank you, sir.”
“Get on the bed.”
I did and, as I expected, he tied me up again. He stood, looking down at me. “You're a greedy little cum whore. That's how I like you.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Yes, you are. You did well today. You're a fast learner.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Tonight you will meet three men. You will take their cum however they want to give it to you. Before that, I will give you dinner and if you need the toilet, you know what to do, just as long as you are spotless when you come out. Understand?”
I felt the humiliation of a small child and the excitement of an adult cocksucker. “I understand, sir.”
“Good boy. Another thing. I have hired a lawyer for you. This lawyer will make mincemeat of any lawyer your soon-to-be ex-wife may have. It will be taken care of and you will have the bulk of the settlement. Understand?”
I was amazed and I didn't know what to say. How was this possible? Why would he do this for me? “Thank you...thank you so much...sir.”
He smiled at me in a complicated way and said, “This you will pay back to me by taking the cock in that ass of yours of whoever I say. By allowing any number of men to feed you their cum. But above all, I will fuck you whenever I want. And you will get mouthfuls of my cum or my piss at any time of day or night. You are mine. Your life is mine. I will take care of you, but only on my terms. But my cum is the only cum that matters. Understand?”
I was almost passing out with shock and pleasure and a kind of fucked-up shame that what I was being given was a gift that meant I was to give up my life for this man. And I wanted to. I wanted to give it to him. I was his. I was just a vessel for him and his cock, his cum, his will. I was so excited I could have cum all over again. But I just said, my voice trembling, “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
