Tag: nsfw

You hated that they had been raping you for the past week, degrading you at every chance, making you feel like less of a man. They had identified you as a closeted faggot who just needed to realize his proper place in life. You fought them off as best as you could, but there were too many of them. Over and over they have been fucking your “pussy” and teaching you how to properly suck a cock. They have been training you to become nothing more than a set of holes made to serve real men.

When the dragged you down to the pub and chained you on your knees at the end of the row of urinals, you thought it could not get worse. They lined up and pissed down your throat, making you drink it down and thank them once they had used you. You were not even a fag to them anymore, now you were just an object, no better than the porcelain vessels next to you. This is a low as I can get, you think to yourself. Then you realize how much lower you can sink, when a guy enters the toilet and chooses to drain his bladder in one of the other urinals. As you watch him give his urine to another, you feel jealous and start to question why your mouth was not good enough to receive his recycled beer. 

When the next guy enters the room, you do everything you can to make yourself the most desirable urinal in the row, in hopes that he will choose your mouth to piss into.

I told you that I am straight.  What you guys did to me last weekend was rape. I never begged to get used like a cheap whore. I hated every minute of being bent over and taking your cocks up my ass. It really hurt to be used roughly like that.  I mean, I have never pounded a pussy as hard as you guys pounded my virgin ass. My hole was sore for days. I felt all loose and sloppy, gobs of jizz dripping out. The worst part was the humiliation. I thought we were friends. It was like I was nothing more to you guys than a tight hole to jerk off into. I was bent over the back of the couch, while all of you lined up to take a turn. You actually cheered each other on, telling each other to fuck the fag harder, fuck him deeper. It was embarrassing to know my “friends” thought of me as a fag. 

So this weekend, I am going to get drunk before I bend over the couch. I want to be fucked up while I get fucked up. Maybe it will make me feel less humiliation as you guys fill me with loads of sperm.

What are you guys waiting for? I am ready to get raped again.  Use me as a cum dump. But remember, I am straight, I do not want this to happen. Now lets get started, time to fuck me.  

“You ready
boy?  I’m going all in on this trip, pubes to pubes, whether your ass
wants it or not.”

“No, please stop. It hurts so much, it’s not natural, men should not get fucked in the ass.”

“You are right, men do not get fucked in the ass, but you need to understand you are not a man. You also need to understand that you no longer have an asshole, you now have a cunt.  A hole that is made to receive men’s cock and cum. You are going to be taking a lot of hard cock up that tight little hole of yours.”

“Please, I cannot take it anymore. It hurts. I don’t want to be a pussy.”

“Shut up and take my cock, boy. You are a natural, your cunt feels so good wrapped around my thick meat. Once I dump my load in you, your conversion to fuck toy will be complete.”

“Please no.  Don’t cum in me. Just let me up. No one needs to know, we can just forget this ever happened.  I don’t want to be your fuck toy.  I want to be a man.”

“Dream on boy.  This feels way to good to stop.”

“Please, stop.”

“Get used to it, faggot, this is your life from now on.”

Stop fighting it and unclench your ass muscles, faggot.  You are going to be fucked.  My cock is already in you, so relax. Your hole is so tight it feels like a vice squeezing down on my meat. 

You will loosen up.  It is not a question of if, but one of when. There are eight guys in the other room waiting their turn in your new cunt.  If you don’t relax for my cock, you will for one of theirs. You can’t keep fighting it all night. You are just wearing yourself out. Give in, and accept your place as a fuck hole for real men.

If you keep trying to stop this, it will not be enjoyable for either of us. If I am unable to enjoy it now, I will need to take another turn later, once you are fully broken and filled with jizz.  You are just prolonging the inevitable, faggot, so relax. You might even find that you like getting fucked.

I spotted him in the mall on a Saturday afternoon with his pregnant wife and two kids in tow.  The bulge in his jeans made my mouth water. His cock was stretched out down his left leg and looked like it was trying to escape. The look on the guys face told me he was looking for a way out of his afternoon of family time as well.  

I caught his eye and looked down at his impressive crotch bulge, licking my lips. He looked a little surprised, but interested. I nodded towards the hallway to the men’s room. I watched as he got his family settled in the food court and bought them lunch.  He kept glancing my way, while his jeans tented out even further. Once the family was settled in, facing away from the toilets, I noticed, he nodded to me as he headed for the men’s room. I got up and followed a few steps behind.  Halfway down the hall to the men’s toilet, he instead ducked into the “Family Restroom”, which was a single occupant room and much better for some privacy. I walked up to the door and tried the knob. I was not surprised to find it unlocked. 

I entered the room and locked the door behind me. He was already undoing his shirt, getting undressed.

“Hurry up faggot, I need to bust a nut badly and I don’t have much time. Drop your pants and bend over. I need to stick my dick into a cunt, right now. My wife is knocked up, so access to her pussy has been shut off for months and with the kids, I can’t even get any alone time to jerk off. I am about to burst. I hope you are able to take a good aggressive fuck, cause this is going to be rough. No time for niceties, I am going to ram this monster into you hard, fast and deep. There’s several weeks worth of my baby makers built up in my nuts, waiting for release.”

He un-zipped his jeans and fished his meat out thru the fly of his boxer briefs.  It was a monster. long and really thick. That thing was going to hurt! He grabbed my tee shirt, ripped it off over my head wadded it up a shoved it into my mouth. 

“That will help muffle the screaming, and

trust me,  there will be screaming.”

He ripped down my pants without unbuttoning them, spun me around and faced me against the wall. He them pulled down the baby changing table, and bent me over, on top of it. He spit a couple of times on my exposed ass, then I felt his cock push between my butt cheeks and press against my hole. With no further ado, he forced his cock into me in one hard stroke. It felt like a telephone pole had been rammed inside of me. He did not hesitate, and started pumping that fuck stick in and out. He was hammering my poor ass. He was correct when he said there would be screaming. I was yelling out in pain for all I was worth. The tee shirt muffled most of the sounds, but it still sounded loud bouncing off the tile walls.

“Yeah, good pussy, nice and tight.”

He pounded away for about ten minutes before unleashing what felt like a fire hose inside of me. My hole was instantly filled to overflowing with his built up nut juice. He continued to stroke in and out, during and after his orgasm, making sure his

man gravy

was deposited deep in my guts. As he finished and pulled out, I felt huge globs of his baby batter dripping down my thighs. He grabbed me by my hair, spun me around and forced me to my knees ripping the drool soaked tee shirt out of my mouth, throwing it on the ground. He then forced me to clean up his cock.  As I was sucking his still hard meat clean of his jizz and my ass juices, he buttoned up his shirt.  Once he deemed himself clean enough, he pulled out of my mouth, tucked his monster away, zipped up and walked out of the room without saying another word. He had used my hole to jerk himself off and now he was done. After busting his nut, I was discarded from his thoughts as easily as he would throw away a cum filled Kleenex.

Sitting on the cold tiled floor, covered in a stranger’s still warm pecker snot, I felt strangely satisfied. I had helped a real man get off when he needed it. I had fulfilled my purpose, I did not require anything more.

Don’t act so surprised, you have been staring at my crotch bulge all afternoon. I know you want it. If you get your ass over here and bend over the tailgate, I will give it to you.

I will give it to you hard and deep. 

You just need a real man, like me, to show you how to properly take a good long fucking. Don’t worry, we are alone here, there is no one around for miles to see you taking my cock, or to hear your screams.