Author: bodedude

Just a guy

He has been stuck on a ship for the past six months. Stuck out on the ocean with several hundred other men. He is hornier than he has ever been in his life. Headed out on shore leave, but before going, he adjusts his boner so it is tenting out his polyester dress pants and hugely visible. He does not want any mistakes about what he is looking for tonight.  He wants someone to take his cock. He wants to sink his meat into a warm wet hole, and fuck it hard over and over. He wants to drain his balls. It’s his turn.

For the past six months on board the ship, he has been a cum dump for his fellow sailors. He has taken dicks up his ass and dicks down his throat. He has serviced most the men on board. When a ship is out to sea for an extended time a warm set of holes to fill with cum is a valuable commodity. His fellow sailors, wanting to make sure he stays a “willing” fuck toy, have kept him horny. For the past six months he has not been permitted to jerk off. The only time he has been allowed to cum is when he has a hard cock pounding his cunt. They have trained him to cum “hands-free” while getting fucked. He hates it when this happens. Only pussies cum while getting fucked. He does not want to be a pussy, he wants to be a man. He wants to be the one who fucks a pussy. This is his chance, shore leave. He plans on finding a girl who likes the uniform and wants to get fucked. He has heard his fellow sailors taking about getting laid on shore leave, so he thinks it will be easy. What he did not realize was that this was Fleet Week, which meant it was not only his ship in port, there were several ships full of horny soldiers that were going to flood the same bars as him, looking to get laid. The other guys in the bars, wearing the same dress white uniform, were going to outnumber the women available by a huge number. That left him high and dry, because what woman was going to choose a pussy, like him, over a real man. 

He found himself standing in a bar, his pants tented out with his frustrated, rock hard boner, surrounded by a group of drunk, horny, frustrated sailors. The other men in the bar started looking over at him. After six months as his ship’s fuck hole, he recognized the looks. These were the looks of men who just found a place to dump a load. Men who recognized a pussy when they saw one.

After that, things moved quickly. Two marines at a table in front of him, chugged down their beers, stood up and came over to him. They stood, very close, on either side of him at the bar. He could feel the heat of their bodies tight against his. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds, the marines grabbed his wrists and walked him to the men’s room at the back of the bar. As the door to the toilet slammed behind them, he felt his white pants pulled down roughly and hands on his shoulders forcing him to bend over. Then that familiar sensation of a cock pushing into his ass, while a second cock slipped past his lips.

It was not how he pictured his first shore leave, bent over in a dirty toilet, while men lined up to bust a nut into him. For the next six hours he was used, and like the sailors on his ship, these men would not let him jerk off. His untouched dick cumming occasionally, hands-free, would elicit cheering from the men using him.

He reported back to his ship the next morning, looking like the cum dump whore he was.  The knees of his white pants covered with ground in grime (dirt and piss) from the floor of the toilet, the back of his pants wet with jizz dripping from his well used hole. He was sent immediately to the showers to clean himself up. As he stepped under the hot water, he felt a fellow sailor step up behind him and press a hard cock into his pussy. 

He immediately popped another boner.

As the tenth of his frat brothers buries his cock into his ass, his brain completely shuts down. 

At first he fought the penetration from his bros. It hurt really bad and was unbelievably embarrassing to be used like a drunken cheerleader on prom night. His mind had problems accepting he was being fucked. He was a “man” and men shoved their cocks into holes they did not get penetrated by cocks. It went against everything he was had ever understood about himself. He could not believe this was happening to him. The worst part was that his bros were ignoring him, they did not talk to him or acknowledge his screams and pleas to stop.  They were laughing and joking around, drinking and watching the game on TV.  It was like he ceased to exist as a person, and had become a piece of furniture.

After the first couple guys shot their cum loads into him, he stopped fighting back. He had not yet accepted what was happening, but he realized the futility of his struggles. Then after a couple more guys fucked him he lost focus on what was happening to him. He was tuning out the laughter, the high fives and the comments about how good his “cunt” felt. He just did not want to deal with what was happening to him. Then as the tenth guy, his roommate, shoved his big, thick slab of beef into to him, he finally just checked out. For the next several hours he was nothing more than an object, with no feelings or thoughts about what was being done to him. He became a perfect fuck hole, existing only as a warm place for men to jerk off into.

I will help you out this first time, hold your mouth open so you can receive my buddies seed. Then he will do the same for me, making sure you get my load in your mouth. Soon this won’t be required. I have used guys like you before.  You fight it at first. You claim to be straight, that you don’t want to be on the receiving end of men’s ejaculations, but once you have swallowed twenty to thirty loads you will start salivating every time you see a bulge in a pair of pants, you will drop immediately to your knees every time you see a cock punching past a zipper. You will quickly be addicted to the taste of men’s jizz. 

Soon you will be sucking on cocks as hard as you can, running your tongue on the shaft, licking the balls, doing anything you can to get that creamy load out of the man and into you. You are going to be a professional cocksucker.

There is a rush, an incredible feeling of domination, when you ram your thick, hard cock into another man. A man who was raised his entire life to think of himself as the penetrator. A man who never thought he would be the one penetrated. Up until this moment it never occurred to him that he could be on the receiving end of a brutal fuck, to have another man using his hole for pleasure. His mind is slower than his body to realize what is happening, so while his body tries to adjust to the intrusion his mind is overwhelmed. He feels embarrassed and humiliated to have another dude mount him.

The knowledge that you are the one to turn this man into a bitch, to be the first inside him, makes you even harder. Your cock is bigger, thicker and stiffer than it has ever been before. A rigid rod drilling into his tight, virgin ass. With each stroke you take away a little of his masculinity. You sense the loss of his manhood and it only makes you thrust with more force, deeper and deeper into him. You feel your balls tighten up in preparation for unleashing your massive load of cum into him, finishing his humiliation and the loss of his status as a man.

He will never forget you, the man who destroyed him, the man who fucked his ass so hard it turned into a cunt.

That’s right, now I want you to look directly into the camera and tell all your buddies that you are straight. I want you to tell them the homophobic things you yelled at my friends. I want you to tell them how much you hate gays. Then I want you to swallow my cum.

He keeps struggling, trying to get untied. Do you think he knows what we have planned for him tonight?

“I hope so.”

“You hope so, why?”

“It will increase his suffering to know.”

“You are a mean bastard.”

“It’s what he deserves. He has been giving girls ruffies and taking advantage of them. He is a low life piece of scum. We are simply saving the police and courts some trouble by taking care of him ourselves. This is a community service.”

“Plus it will be fun.”

“Yes, It will be. and we stand to make a nice little profit off little Stevie here, as well.”

“What time do the guys get here?”

“Well, we have about thirty minutes before his buddy John gets here. He paid to be first, and to have an hour alone before the rest of the guys arrive. Evidently this piece of shit roofied his girlfriend, and he wants payback.”

“Do you know what he has planned?”

“He told me that he is going to take Stevie’s virgin ass hard. He plans on forcing his thick ten inch cock into Stevie dry. Just one hard thrust, to not only pop that cherry, but to obliterate it. Then he is going to fuck him hard and deep, showing little Stevie exactly what it feels like to be raped against his will.”

“Nice!”

“Little Stevie’s hole should be really open and gaping by the time the rest of the guys show up. Then the fun really begins. Over the weekend, Stevie is going to be servicing cock 24 hours a day. All the men in town are going to know what it feels like to shoot a load into Stevie. His reputation as a “stud” is going to change dramatically, from here on out everyone is going to know Stevie is nothing but a cum dump made to take cock.”

His fingers have pruned, his knees have the one inch tile pattern of the floor embedded into the skin. He has been here, in the shower, for the past four hours, since practice ended. However, this is his first moment alone. His first chance to stop and think about what just happened. To understand the change his life just took. He feels his teammates jizz dripping from his well fucked ass as he realizes that he is now a cum dump. He can still taste his fellow football players cocks. He remembers each one of the stepping up and shoving their cocks into his ass, he remembers how good it felt to be used by these men. As he stands there, alone, with the spray of the water washing away the external traces of his use, he feels complete for the first time in his life. He understands that up until now he was missing something, something he now needs.

So, instead of heading out to the locker room, getting dressed and heading home, he stays there, letting the water run over his naked body. He waits. His own cock hard and dripping. He understands that if he stays there, he will feel full and complete again soon. He knows the wrestling team’s practice will be ending soon.

That’s right faggot, suck my cock.

The more of your throat you surrender to my meat, the wider you open your jaw, the better you make me feel, the less I will think of you. I mean, look at you, on you knees in a public toilet servicing me, worshiping me, begging me to use you.

You are nothing more than a hole for me to jerk off into. A place to park my cock and dump my jizz. 

You’re a fucking flesh light with a pulse, bitch. I can’t believe I used to consider you a friend.

Yeah that’s it, Open up and let me use you like the fuck toy you are. 

Be a good hole and swallow my load.