We gave the hole a fifteen minute head start. 

There were eight of us on the hunting trip. Eight horny guys in the woods for two weeks with no means of “release”. After two nights it became obvious that we would need to designate a hole to help us out. Pete was chosen unanimously (well actually, seven out of eight votes). So we stripped him down to his jock, tied his hands and set him free. We had decided to make a game out of it. First to find and capture him, got to take his cherry.

The hunting trip was kind of a bust. Except for Pete, we did bag any game. I think his screaming and moaning gave away the positions of our deer blinds and scared away the wildlife. None of us really cared about the lack of game. We enjoyed ourselves anyway. Well seven of us did, Pete never really learned to like being a hole for the rest of us. 

He kept complaining that his cunt hurt from the continuous use and that he did not like the taste of cum.

Fuck yeah, cumbreath, you are getting really good at this. I like the way you are licking the head of my cock with your tongue, keep doing that. We will be able to remove the spider gag soon, it won’t be needed any longer. You are learning to become what you are, a cocksucking fag.

Just think only two days ago, you were claiming to be a straight jock. Your mouth was virgin, never having been used by men. As the first couple of cocks passed your lips, you fought and struggled, trying to escape. Now you have swallowed the loads of over thirty guys.  You have learned how best to please the cocks that are using your mouth.  You no longer protest and, in fact, you are actively trying to make the men using you get off. 

When I presented my meat to you, you immediately leaned into my crotch trying to get my cock deeper into your throat.  Even now, as I describe what a cum hungry fag you have become, you are stretching your tongue out to try and entice my cock back into your oral cavity. You have fully accepted what your role in life is meant to be…a hole. 

Congratulations.