I woke up in peace, the sun shining through my bedroom window, bathing my little space in warm light. I stretched out in my soft, plush bed, trying to gather my thoughts. Angel, Scott, and I had decided to go out for breakfast and then come back and relax by the pool before making the five-hour trip home.
I felt my hard cock stir as my morning wood set in. I grabbed the lube over my headboard and placed several drops over my hard cock. I then proceeded to jerk myself off, slow at first and then faster, planning to edge a bit before cutting loose.
I was lost in the sensation, my cock sliding through my hand, fingers running over it to enhance the feeling. I was mid-stroke when the thoughts of last night with Tom crept in. I felt a pang of guilt over messing him up so badly, but he needed to be taught a lesson. I was hard just thinking about how many other guys like my friend Angel, Tom had enslaved using sex as a tool for domination.
I was hard at work stroking myself as I recalled feeling so helpless and utterly exposed. Tom had me under his complete control, and even through all that, I was as hard as a rock. Why do I get off on this? I wondered.
A whirlwind of emotions twisted inside me. I couldn’t deny the pleasure, but it was tangled with something darker—anger, shame, maybe even fear. Did I truly enjoy this, or was I simply lost in the chaos of submission? I felt my balls rising up tightly, the squeezing, sloppy sounds filling the room as I got closer.
I distracted myself by thinking about Tom’s ordeal, how his twink manager Brian sent him away. I was sure Brian knew what had happened. Still, I heard from Angel that Tom had an amazing top-of-the-line Aston Martin DB something. How was he making so much money? Fucker, I thought.
The feeling subsided, and I decided it was time to bring this to a climax. I was recalling Amir—his skin, his body, and that hairy fucking hole. “Aaaaaaaa,” I let it out. Amir was amazing. I had his number and wondered if he would be interested in meeting again. Anyway, I was using both hands now to drive my dick hard and fast. I felt my abs tighten, my cock straining as I jerked and teased myself to a climax. “Mmmmm,” I was close. I raised my legs, and with my free hand, I started pulling on my balls. I know it should repulse me after Tom, but I was enjoying it. I would tug hard on them to delay my climax.
I felt the first beads of sweat forming, and I was already breathing rapidly. The unwanted thoughts of being tied up mixed with my sexual urge to climax. I lurched my head forward as “Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkk” I came. I was shaking, imagining fucking Amir, being roughly fingered by Tom, Angel riding Scott hard and fast, and Scott cumming all over himself as he was fucked. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as the last of three spurts rushed out of my still swollen cock.
“Well, good morning to you,” I heard from the door. I was surprised, but at this point, not really. “That was intense,” I lowered my legs and just lay there breathing. “I need to wake up early more often,” Scott said, closing the door behind him.
The cum was wet and cooling on my skin. Nothing I could do now. “Scott, really? I can’t even cum in peace,” I said in a mocking, playful way. “Don’t kid yourself. I’ve seen you at your worst,” Scott mocked. “I’ve seen you vomit while taking a shit,” he said, breaking out in a laugh, making me laugh hard too. “Never going twink hunting at a national park with you two ever again,” I said as I wiped with a rag I had nearby.
I felt the bed sink as Scott lay next to me. He reached out, grabbed my cock, and gave it a good squeeze. “You look good,” he said, looking deep into my eyes.
Man, Scott was fucking hot. He smelled good, and his own muscular body was warm next to mine. He brought his hands and legs toward me, and for a small moment, we were intertwined. He held me close, and I loved it. “Scott,” I said with a warning tone, “I couldn’t just give in! After all, I’m a fucking top,” I was yelling at myself.
“Fine,” he said with a smile, still holding his face next to mine, our noses just a whisper away from touching. Then I noticed something stir within me. Oh shit, I was getting hard. He came in close and stole a kiss from me. His lips were powerful and warm as they took over my senses. I resisted and caught my hard-on from fully realizing itself.
He pulled away just as I was opening my eyes. “Just wanted to say good morning,” he said in a shy, small voice, his eyes lingering on me as if searching for something. “You know, you’re pretty hot when you’re all worked up like that,” he added, a hint of playfulness creeping into his tone.
“Get up, or Angel is going to have a freaking meltdown. You know how he is,” he added as he walked out in his underwear. I could see he also enjoyed the kiss.
I jumped out of bed and ran into the shower. The one thing you did not mess with was Angel and breakfast; we all learned that early on.
“You fuckers better be ready in ten fucking minutes!” we heard Angel yell from his room.
We had a great breakfast. Angel was, of course, given three numbers by some handsome “BABY TWINKS,” as Angel calls them—“horny guys looking for experiences and then falling in love after the first night.”
Scott, on the other hand, with his muscular frame and chiseled looks, got stares from everyone, gay and straight. They would just eat him up and dare not approach him. Even he didn’t understand it.
I was too focused on eating to pay any mind to anyone. That was my superpower and weakness. When I eat, don’t talk to me, don’t flirt with me, I don’t know you, fuck off… Scott, of course, thought it was strange.
We went back to the house and decided to skip the pool so we could make some road time and not get back home in the middle of the night.
The way back was fun. We had great chemistry, and this trip had strengthened it further. We respected each other’s boundaries and valued each other as individuals. We sang the top hits, each of us getting to put on a show, and surprisingly, it just happened after each of us heard our favorite song. I think at one point, Angel was singing “I Will Survive” by the great Diva Gloria Gaynor as he sat just outside the sunroof, tearing off his clothes. “I think he’s seen Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, too many times,” I yelled at Scott as we broke out in laughter. He reached out, grabbed my hand, and held it as he drove.
I was conflicted, but we were having such a good time, I did not want to ruin it. Besides, I told myself just to be present.
We ended up stopping for lunch, and as we headed back to the car, Angel had to use the men’s room, leaving me and Scott to hang out near the car. The heat was just bearable, but I could not wait to be in the car and blasting the A/C again.
“You okay?” Scott asked as he came and put his hands on my chest and then my face. “You still good?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Are we there yet?” I blurted out as any annoying kid would say, only to have Scott tickle me and then wrap his arms around me again. “I love the way you laugh.”
I wanted to melt. Even in this heat, his smell was intoxicating, his strong arms holding me tight as he stared into my eyes again, looking for acceptance, desire, or something else. I made sure to play it cool. His breath was so close, and I was taking it in selfishly so as not to waste it on the wind. “Can I have a kiss for the road?” he asked, his voice small and doubtful. I leaned in past his mouth and kissed his cheek. I felt his breath on my neck, and it sent my cock stirring. “Thank you,” he said as he looked at me, trying to read the signals.
He let go and opened the door for me as Angel ran up to us. “If you don’t want Homeland Security looking for us for an attack using a chemical weapon, I say we leave, and we leave now!” We all laughed and quickly left the place and got back on the road.
It was 10 p.m. when we left Angel at his apartment. He helped him get settled and made our way back to the car. “You guys be careful. I want to get a text when you leave Scott and when you get home, Dustin. Am I fucking clear?” Angel instructed. “Yes, mom,” Scott and I responded in unison. “Good, bitches need to learn,” he said as he waved goodbye.
“I hate the end of our vacations,” Scott said as we were now driving 30 minutes to get to his place. “I know, I miss you guys a lot,” I said. He reached out and took my hand again. “I miss you too,” he replied, not wanting to look at me and maybe share his feelings. “Well, there’s always the next end of classes to look forward to,” I said, changing the tone of the conversation.
We drove silently for about 15 minutes before he gave my hand a small squeeze.
Looking over at him, he said, “If it’s too late, you could spend the night,” his words sending my cock stirring and my heart racing. Why does the idea of staying with him both excite and terrify me? I wondered “OK” I replied.
Scott is a top, I'm a top—the math wasn't mathing. Why didn’t I just say no? Why didn’t I make an excuse?
We got to his place and unloaded our belongings. Scott texted the group:
"Angel, it's late. I'm not letting Dustin drive home. He can leave in the morning—driving isn’t his thing, and driving at night" Scott added an explosion emoji
Angel replied, "Bitch must have paid someone from campus to take his driving test."
I chimed in, "Bitches, both of you!"
Angel replied, "Bitch, get some rest and drive in the morning," followed by, "I’m still going to expect that text."
"Okay, where do you want me?" I asked Scott as I pulled out some clothes to change into.
“I’ll make some room for you. Go on and shower so you can give me some time to work.”
I I jumped in the shower and rinsed the day away, the warm water doing little to calm the storm inside me. I couldn’t help but notice that his whole house smelled like him—strong and manly. It was like he was everywhere, surrounding me, suffocating me, and yet, I didn’t want to escape. Why does his scent make me feel this way? I wondered, closing my eyes as the water cascaded over me. Okay, play it cool, I said to myself. We got this.
When I came out, Scott had pulled out the sofa couch and made my bed. It was comfy, and the pillows were firm. “I’m going to clean up. Make yourself at home,” he said as he ran off to the shower as well.
Soon we were watching and talking before he looked at his clock and said, “It’s late, let’s get to bed. You think you can stay for breakfast?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m not back to work for another three days,” I replied, his eyes lighting up as I said this.
I was lying in bed, thinking about my houseplants and the deep cleaning I wanted to do before starting work again, when I heard Scott walk out of his room.
"Dustin, you awake?” I heard him say.
“Yeah, what’s going on?” I replied.
He reached out with his hand, and I reached out for it. Scott pulled me up so we were facing each other again.
“I’m tired of hiding it,” he said in a low voice. He wrapped his arms around me, and I instantly threw a boner.
“Scott?” I managed to say before he brought his lips to mine. I could feel his hunger as he reached up and nibbled my lip.
I was burning hot. Was I ready for this? Did I want to bottom? Who was going to bottom? Why was I so afraid?
“I don’t want another vacation to slip by without being with you,” he said, his words driving me wild with sexual excitement.
“Scott, I’m scared,” I confessed, my voice trembling. “What if this changes everything between us? What if… what if we can’t go back to how things were?” But as he brought his lips back to mine, I didn’t hesitate this time—I kissed him back. His breath, his lips, his smell—why wasn’t I fighting harder?
“I don't care,” he said as he pulled his lips away from my wanting mouth. With his arms firmly around me, he picked me up and started walking back to his room. I was panicking, my heart racing—was I afraid, or was this anticipation? Fuck!, I thought, this just went past friendship real fast.
He closed the door as he brought us in, using his foot, the moonlight illuminating his room with a cool, otherworldly glow.
He released me from his grip and then, using his hand, raised my chin so my eyes could meet his. He gazed at me and said, “I want you, Dustin.” There was a need in his voice, an urgency.
I looked back at him, took his hands, and placed them on my shirt. “What are you waiting for?”
I was yelling at myself internally, *You might as well have told him you want to be his bitch, a power bottom,* but I ignored my self-doubt. I wanted him too.
Scott pulled my shirt over my head and held it there as he moved down to lick my nipples.
“Mmmmmm,” I hummed out as his wet mouth covered my nipple and sucked on it. “I think the other one got jealous,” he said, moving to do the same to my left nipple.
He pulled the shirt off me, feeling my biceps, moving to my chest and abs before sliding his hands down my waist and to my shorts.
He dug his fingers past the waistband, and as he pulled them down, he knelt, my cock leaping from my shorts into his open mouth.
“Oooohhhh,” I moaned as Scott slowly and expertly sucked on my cock, using his tongue to tease the crown and the shaft before swallowing it back into his mouth.
Man, it felt so good—his wet mouth sucking and slobbering as he took my fat cock deep. “Let me feel you, every inch,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “I want to taste every part of you, to know that you’re mine” I heard him say, and I quickly gripped his golden hair, wrapping my fingers in it as I forcefully began to face-fuck him.
The sounds of him choking, slobbering, and moaning as he took slam after slam of my cock deep in his mouth and into his throat were intoxicating.
I felt his hands grab my balls and pull on them. “Yeeeeaaaahhhhh,” I let out as he kept taking my face fuck like a pro.
A few minutes later, I was breathing hard, my big nuts cupped in his hands.
“AAAA shit,” I let out as Scott gave my nuts a good squeeze, my impending orgasm fading as he laid me on the bed and climbed on top, taking my cock into his mouth and plunging his 9-inch cock into mine.
I was choking and shaking, but he held me in place. “You want this, don’t you, Dustin?” he asked, his voice both commanding and questioning. “Show me… show me how much you want this.” was all he demanded, and after a few minutes, his cock was sliding into the back of my throat without restraint. He was moaning, and I was moaning as he continued to shove my dick into his mouth.
He then moved me to the headboard, raising my arms over my head, and before I could react, Scott secured the final strap, a wave of submission washed over me, mingling with a faint sense of rebellion. I could feel his power in the way he moved, in the way he commanded the room, and a small part of me yearned to break free, to challenge him. But with each tightening of the restraints, that part of me grew quieter, until all that was left was the thrill of surrendering entirely to his control.
“No more Mr. Nice Guy,” he said, his voice taking on a rough edge as he lifted my head to see his huge cock pointing down at my mouth. I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. This is really happening, I thought, my breath hitching as fear and excitement warred within me. Do I trust him? The question echoed in my mind, but there was no time to find an answer as he pushed himself into my mouth,his balls swinging as he adjusted his position, his massive ass above me.
Shit, shit, shit, I panicked. I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
He plunged his cock back into my mouth and began to face-fuck me like a cheap whore. I was struggling to find a place to breathe as he drilled his 9-inch dick deep past my mouth and into my throat. I tried pulling my arms free, but it was no use—I was tied up.
I was gurgling and sputtering between each plunge, racing for air, my dick flaccid and bouncing with my balls as the bed rocked with each thrust.
Oh man, how the hell did I get here? I thought to myself.
Scott’s cock slid out of my mouth with a wet, obscene sound, leaving me gasping for air. My chest heaved, each breath a desperate gulp of oxygen as I tried to steady myself. The room spun around me, the world reduced to the sound of our ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart. He hovered above me, his gaze dark and possessive, and I could feel the weight of his eyes on me like a physical touch. “You’re ready now,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with promise. My body trembled, every muscle taut with anticipation. The room seemed to close in around us, the air heavy with the inevitability of what was to come.
I looked up at his massive cock sliding down my throat, his balls slamming into me as he was literally jump-fucking my throat. It was jamming itself so deep inside me, threatening to suffocate me if I didn’t time my breaths right.
I could feel the shift in the air, the way he claimed space and demanded obedience without uttering a word. It wasn't just about the physical act—it was about the control he wielded over me, the way he made me crave his approval, his dominance. And as much as I wanted to resist, I found myself giving in, wanting nothing more than to please him.
“Yeah, bitch, I knew you’d love it,” he said as he continued to face-fuck me without mercy.
I was covered in foaming saliva coming out of my mouth and nose, my tears sliding down my face. “Fuck yeah, Dustin, look at you,” he said with joy as my eyes bulged at the assault my throat was taking.
After a few agonizing minutes, he pulled out and lowered himself to get a good look at me. My eyes were glazed over, my face red, my mouth gaping. He took a rag he had near the bed and cleaned me up.
He leaned in and said, “I knew you would love it,” grabbing my rock-hard cock as it strained to reach new heights. He squeezed it a few times, savoring the sounds and moans he got from me.
He undid my straps and pulled me down to lay flat. I was still in disbelief, wrestling with internal conflict, when he placed a neck strap and two others around my legs, effectively using them to lurch my head forward. It wasn't just about sex—it was about power, about who held it and who relinquished it. I could feel the weight of that choice, the way each decision to submit chipped away at my defenses, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Scott then pulled the straps over my head and secured my arms again.
I was on my back, tied and exposed. As he moved around, his dick glistened with a small drop of precum, and he noticed I was looking. He brought it close to my mouth and said, “Clean it up,” his tone leaving no room for defiance. I hesitated for a split second, my pride flaring up before I forced it down. Why am I doing this? I asked myself, even as my tongue darted out to lap at his cock.
“Yes, Dustin, show me what a cum whore you are.” I couldn’t reply as he had his cock in my mouth, and I kept sucking, trying to get all the sweet nectar from his head.
“Now, Dustin,” he said as he moved down and between my legs, resting on his knees. Fuck, he looked so fucking hot. Why was I so fucking turned on?
He grabbed my legs as they dangled in the strap, his chiseled body was made for this. “Every time I fuck someone, it hurts. It hurts bad. I have some poppers, and I will share them with you, but I want you to feel my cock without any of this first,” he said, shaking the brown bottle in front of me. “Trust me, Dustin, after a little while, you’re going to love that pain you feel.”
I was yanked in the chains above my head instinctively.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGG,” I shouted as he shoved all 9 inches into my waiting hole. My cock deflated back to its 4 inches as I yelled and begged for him to stop, but he ignored me and kept on fucking me. After I relaxed a bit, my mouth hung open, and my breathing was rapid, the pain still raw as I was being taken, the sounds from my mouth a mix of pain and pleasure.
He lay on top of me, the strap wrapped around me making missionary sex a breeze. “See, I told you, now let’s get you fucked,” he said with a devilish grin.
“Aaaaa, shiit,” I yelled out as he began to leap slightly, bringing his whole weight down as his cock pulled all the way out and then smashed right back in, deep into my hole.
With each thrust, Scott drove home a point far more profound than pleasure, a lesson in dominance that resonated deep within me. Why does this make me feel so alive? I asked myself, the pain and pleasure blurring into something I couldn’t quite understand.
I was crying out in both pain and pleasure, my legs wobbling in their restraints, my body glistening with sweat.
“How does it feel, Dustin? You loving it?” he whispered into my ear, my response a deep, guttural moan.
After a few minutes of this intense pounding, he said, “Yeah, bitch, that cock is as hard as a rock now.” And it was. Despite the pain, being tied up, and the sweet pleasure, my body was reacting.
He stopped, let down my legs, and pulled me tight against the headboard. I was in an almost sitting position as he held up the brown bottle near my nostrils. It had a small attachment that made it easy for me to breathe in using both nostrils.
“Don’t be shy; I know how much you love this.”
I took three long, deep breaths, and I was high. I felt my body relax, my cock went flaccid, and my world swirled with colors.
“Fuck, these Germans really know how to make a popper,” Scott said, looking at me with amazement.
I looked around and noticed Scott was putting something on. Oh shit, it was a harness. It was literally straps running from his upper body, with single lines leading to a metal cock ring. He looked fucking amazing, like a greek statue.
He spread my legs and gave me another three shots of the poppers before sitting me back down onto a huge round dildo. “Oh fuuuck,” I slurred, my voice coming from a distant galaxy. Without warning, my cock sprang back to life, Scott watching my face intently, looking for pleasure and acceptance
My arms stretched to each end of the bed, with the huge dildo—at least twice the size of his dick—deep inside me, and I was rock hard. What the fuck, I thought. How is this even possible?
“It’s my turn,” Scott said as he stood over me. Slowly, he came down on my dick.
“Aaaaa, fuck,” he said as he pushed inch by inch, taking all 8 inches into his tight hole.
“Fuuuucckkk,” I heard his voice as he bottomed out.
He pulled back slightly and started to kiss me. As he did, he moved his body slowly, testing his limits as my cock was deep inside him.
“Fuck, that’s a big cock,” Scott grunted as he moved his body back and forth, sliding my cock a few inches out and then back in.
The pressure from the dildo in my ass and his tight hole clamping down on my cock had me in another world. His chiseled body riding me slowly, the harness and straps framing his muscles—it was fucking amazing.
Scott began to pick up speed, riding me hard, his breathing short and ragged. I loved watching his huge cock and balls bouncing around as he plunged down hard on my dick.
“Yes, fuck me, Dustin, make me your bitch,” he yelled, lost in the sensations my cock was giving him.
I was a mess of grunts and swear words. The harder Scott rode me, the deeper and harder the huge dildo sank into my hole.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing,” he said with a mischievous grin as he turned around and proceeded to ride me in reverse cowboy.
“Fuck,” we both said at the same time.
There he was, my fucking muscled harness-wearing wet dream, spread open, showing me his pink hole swallowing my 8 inches deep and hard. His muscled legs and round, hard ass worked in unison to drive my cock deep into him.
For the next few minutes, I was in utter agonizing glory. Scott was ramming, grunting, and talking dirty as I shoved my cock deep into him, while the huge dildo was making me moan and groan in pleasure.
“I’m getting close!” I yelled as Scott pulled out, putting me on all fours, my impaled ass facing him.
““I’m… I’m so close,” I gasped, my voice breaking with the intensity of it all. “But I don’t know if I can take this, Scott… it’s too much… ” I shouted as I felt my balls rise. “Oooo shit!” I yelled as Scott pulled the huge dildo from my ass.
“Scott!” I screamed as I felt the point of no return. As the first spurt of cum flew out of me, I felt a pop in my asshole and the sensation of being full and stretched. “FUUUUCK!” I cried, lost in pleasure as I realized Scott had just shoved his hand into my ass and was turning and twisting it.
“AAAAAAAAAAA!” I screamed, my eyes wide open as the second spurt of cum came flying out of me. Scott was pulling my hair, making me arch, giving his hand an easy target as he began to pull out and push it back in.
“That’s right, Dustin, your hole is mine now,” he grunted with pleasure.
I tried to get on my knees, but as I stood, Scott flung me over his left shoulder, holding my legs as he pushed his right hand into my hole. The next few minutes were a mix of pain and pleasure, a sensation I had never felt before. My cock shot out two more loads.
“I’m not stopping till you come again and surrender to me, Dustin,” he continued to plow into my open asshole, and within minutes, I climaxed again. A single glob of cum dripped down his chest as he reveled in the power he had over me
My body went limp as he placed me back down on the mattress, my mind struggling to process what had just happened. Is this what I’ve been searching for? I wondered, the weight of my submission settling over me like a blanket. I never imagined it would feel like this… so intense, so raw..
“My turn, Dustin,” he said, then proceeded to face fuck me without restraint, my saliva streaming down past my cheeks onto the floor, mixed with my tears for good measure.
“I’m cumming, Dustin,” he announced, as I felt three globs of hot, wet semen shoot right down my throat. “Yes, Dustin, I can’t wait to make you into my whore,” he added, continuing to pump until his flaccid cock slipped out of my mouth.
We were both breathing rapidly, sweating, our bodies spent from the experience.
He got up and set up a bath for me. I was sore and unsure on my feet, so he came in and carried me over, setting me down gently.
“Dustin, I think… I think I’ve always liked you,” Scott whispered, almost as if he was admitting it to himself as much as to me. “But this… this is something I never expected.” he said as he came close, the warm water feeling good on my banged-up body. “Do you love me?” Without skipping a beat, I nodded in agreement.
“Good,” he said, smiling. “Your mine now” , the edge to his tone returning.
Morning came, but the idea of leaving seemed impossible. I was no longer the person who had arrived the night before; something had changed irrevocably. The collar around my neck, the chastity device confining me, even the shaved head—each was a mark of my new identity, a silent vow of my submission.
The next day, he drove me an hour into the next town and had a tattoo artist write the word “slave” over my round, muscular ass. The embarrassing part was that he had placed a small butt plug into my ass, and the tattoo artist smirked as he realized I had been collared, plugged, and restrained.
When we got home, I was placed in several positions as he took photos of me.
I was in the living room when I got the text, my heart pounding as I read, “Hey there Angel, just wanted to share this with you.” My heart sank—the photos of my enslavement had been shared. A few minutes later, Angel replied, “Fucking wow, what a slut,” followed by, “JK, I’m happy for you both and glad you found a way to make this work.”
Another text came through: “Come over next week. I would love to ride Dustin if that’s okay with you.” I was in utter shock—what was happening right now? A new text popped up: “Hell yeah, Angel, I’m making sure Dustin knows he’s my personal whore from now on. I’ll make sure he’s plugged and ready.”
I sat in stunned silence. How did this obsession turn into this? When did I submit, and why did I love all of it? Scott had fisted me several times since the first night to ensure I wasn’t “closing up,” as he put it, and each time I came hands-free from the pleasure and the pain.
“Oh man, I can’t believe it,” Angel replied with a head-blown emoji. “Call me,” was the reply from Scott.
I was sitting at the kitchen table when the video call came in. Scott put it on speaker mode.
“This… this can’t be real,” Angel said, his voice filled with disbelief and a hint of something else—Lust, “Dustin, how did it come to this?” Angel exclaimed, sitting shirtless in just a tiny pair of white bikini briefs. “It was Easy” Scott replied his smile wasn’t just triumphant—it was the look of a man who had meticulously planned every step of this. He had always been confident, but this was different. This was the satisfaction of knowing he had me exactly where he wanted. But what drove him to push me this far? Was it love, control, or something else entirely?
“Dustin, get over here and say hello to Angel” I was so conflicted, but I was too far in. “I won’t say it again, Dustin,” he said, his voice low and firm, but with an edge of something darker, something that made my heart race. “You know what I expect.” Scott said sternly.
Just as I had been taught in this short time, I took off my clothes, got on my knees, and crawled over to Scott, stopping at his knees. “What the fuck!” Angel yelled. “Dustin,” he said in disbelief as I came into view naked, my cock in a bright pink cage. “Have him show me,” Angel demanded. “You know what to do, Dustin,” Scott said, and I did. I got on all fours, facing away from the camera, and showed Angel my hole and balls from behind so he could see the tattoo and the clear sign of my submission.
“Fuck, I’m hard already,” Angel said, his eyes glazed with desire. “Show him the other thing I taught you,” Scott instructed. I reached around and spread my muscular ass cheeks as Scott shoved two fingers into my ass. I moaned, surprising even myself, at how far I had slipped.
“Fuck yeah, Scott, Dustin is perfect,” Angel said as Scott pulled his fingers out of my ass and plunged them down my throat. Instead of gagging or slurping, I moaned again.
“We’ll see you next week, Angel,” Scott said. “I can’t fucking wait to share Dustin with you,” Angel replied, his eyes hungry as he looked over my body, studying and relishing in my submission as a whore.
“Angel, make sure you have some gut punch on hand,” Scott said with a smile. Angel's mouth fell open in shock as he mimicked clutching pearls that weren’t there. “He’s into fisting!” Angel’s voice wavered as he processed the information. “Yes, he loves it. Don’t you, Dustin?” Scott asked. I caught my breath and replied, “I love being fisted,” even as knots formed in my gut.
“Dustin… I never imagined I’d see you like this,” Angel said, his voice tinged with something almost like regret. “But if this is what you want, if this is what makes you feel alive”…lust filling his eyes and voice, “ then I’ll be there, every step of the way.”Angel said. I smiled nervously as Angel added, “I love our friendship,” and they both laughed together.
As their laughter echoed in the room, I realized that something fundamental had shifted within me. I had surrendered, not just to Scott, but to a part of myself that I never knew existed. And as I leaned into his legs, I wondered—was this the freedom I had been searching for, or a new kind of bondage?"
The end.
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