formerfriends – Page 2 – sausagewithgirth

You did not recognize the number that sent you the message, or the two guys who’s faces are in the photo, but the bedroom belongs to your best friend. You rightly assume that your best buddy is the owner of the ass that is getting prepped for a fucking. Since the message came from a stranger’s phone, your friend must have given them the number, either willing or unwillingly. And since it’s obvious from the photo, that you will not be there in time to prevent his “pussy” from being ruined, you can only deduce that the message is an invitation to join in the fun.

Thinking it over, you realize that if you help ruin your friend’s “pussy”, he will no longer be your friend. You can’t be friends with a guy you have helped cunt, it’s just too weird. Both of you will be thinking about what it feels like when you shove your thick cock into his formerly tight hole or how good his “pussy” takes a load of fresh cum. Every time you want to hang out, you will be thinking about fucking him. No…if your former friend is going to be a fuck toy, then he will be a fuck toy and nothing more. Just a set of holes to be used.

You can always get another friend. Maybe one of the guys in the photo.

We had known each other since we were kids. Even back in grade school it was obvious to me that he was inferior. I tried, over the years, to show him how much superior to him, a guy, like me, was. But he never seemed to grasp that the “training” he was forced to endure was meant to help both of us to understand our roles in life better. I had been accused of bullying him over the years by those who misunderstood the relationship between us. Those well intentioned do-gooder’s who tried to teach that we were equals, despite all of the obvious evidence to the contrary. Those people did more harm than good. By continuously telling the boy that he was as worthy of greatness as I was, and that we should be considered equals, just filled his head with lies. They postponed the inevitable moment when the boy realized that he was meant to serve. His role in life was to bring pleasure to his superiors.

It bothered me that all of my lessons, my “bullying”, had not yet shown the boy that he should dedicating his life to making men, like me, feel better. I found myself angry every time I saw him, walking around like an equal. I decided that this weekend would be when he finally acknowledged our respective roles, and accepted what he was.

I told him that I would give him a ride home from school on Friday afternoon. He hesitated accepting my offer, further enraging me. At this point in our lives he should just do what I asked of him, without question. Once in my car, I drove him downtown to a gay sex club, I had heard about. Earlier in the day I had called the club and arranged for a private party room for the weekend. Once we pulled into the parking lot, he started to panic and tried to escape. He was fighting me? It was laughable, my well muscled and fit body easily overwhelmed his thin pale form. After a few well placed blows, I slung him over my shoulder took him inside and placed him in the stocks. Once he was secured in place I strapped a spider gag on his mouth, unzipped and brutally throat fucked the boy. After I dumped my first load in him I explained what was going to occur.

“I am tired of you strutting around, pretending to be a man. You are about to learn, once and for all, that you are a nothing more than a fuck toy for men. A pair of warm, wet holes to be used and filled with cum. I am about to harvest your ass cherry and turn you out. Now that I have busted a nut in your mouth, we can relax and really enjoy your cunting. We have over two hours for this first fuck. My teammates and buddies won’t be arriving until six o’clock.”

At this point his doe eyes went even wider and he started to struggle again.

“You thought this would just be the two of us? No chance. You have persisted in defying me in our one-on-one interactions. It is time to take your training, as a submissive, to the next level. You will not only serve my needs, but the needs of any man superior to yourself, which is almost all of them. Tonight you will be serving as a cum dump for the football and baseball team’s. I spoke to most of them today, and they seemed eager to help me train you properly. Once they have finished with you, you will be ready to take on all cummers. So an e-mail will be sent out at 11:00am tomorrow, telling all the males in our high school that you are open for business. There will be videos of you getting spit roasted attached. You are going to be used by your “friends” in the chess club, and those marching band guys as a hole. I figure by Monday morning, your training will be complete and you will finally understand your place in life. There is no way anyone, ever a stubborn little fag, like yourself, will be able to think of himself as a man after being fucked by all of his “peers”. So, what do you think? Ready to get started?”

I wiped the tears from his eyes with the head of my cock and used them as lube for his initial penetration. His screams were like music to my ears. The boy was going to finally accept me as his superior and I doubt he will ever question an order from me again.

Three weeks ago he was kidnapped on his way home from a baseball game. The kidnappers saw him on his bike and thought he was too pretty to pass up. The four of them grabbed him and took him home. His training began immediately, cocks were shoved in his mouth and his ass. They were not gentle. His cherry was brutally taken, while he was spit roasted. That first night he was fucked over a dozen times, his hole dripping with jizz.

As they fucked him, they played with his mind, telling him he was made to serve. He was a natural. Every day for the next three weeks he was shown how to take dick and how to properly serve men. His resistance was broken down and he stopped fighting back. Slowly he stopped thinking of himself as a straight man. He became nothing more than a set of holes for use. Then, just as he was getting used to being fucked 24 hours a day by the four of them, he was informed that he was ready to be sold to others. His holes were to make money by serving other men. Men who would pay to fuck him.

Clean, inside and out. Smooth as a baby, all hair below his earlobes removed. He is going to be very popular. It will be his first time taking cock for money. His coming out party, as a whore. What he does not know is that the participants in tonight’s gang bang are all former teammates of his. In fact it is his entire former baseball team that will be using him. They had no idea that their former teammate was now a bitch. Once they get over the initial shock of seeing their former friend, all smooth and ready to be fucked, they will line up to use his holes. He will be embarrassed and humiliated, but his training will take over and he will serve them.

My buddy came out of the shower, dropped his towel, and sat opposite me in the living room. He stared at me as he spread his legs. He never said a word as his dick started to firm up. As he got hard his thick, meaty cock lifted off his leg until it was pointed straight at me. We sat like that for what seemed like forever, but was really only a minute or two. Him staring at me, naked, my eyes locked on his cock.

Eventually, I fell to my knees and crawled towards him. I pushed the footstool out of the way and knelt directly in front of him, between his powerful legs. I raised my head slightly, looked up at him, taking my eyes off his cock for the first time since he dropped his towel. He had a smirk on his face, and his dark eyes revealed nothing but lust and domination. No sign of our eight year friendship showed in them.

“I suspected you were a faggot for a while now. I have seen you checking out the guys in the locker room, thinking no one would notice. Well, now it is time to embrace your true nature.” He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my towards his cock. The firm mushroom head pressed against my lips, smearing precum across them. With just a little more pressure, his cock entered my mouth, instantly filling it. “That’s it faggot, take my meat! You are going to be my personal cocksucking bitch. Swallowing my loads, and the loads of my friends, whenever I want.”

Over the past several hours your “friends” have been fucking you in the mouth and ass. You grew up together and have hung out all of your lives. Earlier today you came out to them and told them you were gay. They said that they understood and respected your choice. They told you that were glad that you felt comfortable enough to share your secret with them, as they were unzipping their pants. Since that moment, the five of them have pounded your holes open and filled you with loads of cum. They fully cunted you and taught you the joys of being spit roasted. After each of them had shot several loads into you and emptying their balls completely, they decide to go out for some beers.

You get up and start to get ready to go with them, not realizing that now you are no longer a friend, now you are a fag, cum dump. Your former friends will never hang out with you in public again. You are nothing more to them than a warm fleshlight to be used to jerk off their cocks and to shoot jizz into.

When they come home from a night of drinking with each other, they decide to drive the point home that your life has changed. You are less than a man. You will willingly take anything that comes from real men. They use you as a urinal, forcing your to lie naked on your bedroom floor, while they piss in your mouth. Once all of them have drained their bladders into you, they force you to lick up any piss that spilled. You are then told to clean up, cause you smell like a truck stop toilet. While you are washing off your former friends piss, they come into the bathroom and run a train on you in the shower. As they take turns fucking you in your new cunt, they laugh and joke with each other, as friend do.