Tag: object

It was time, once and for all, to show him who was the Alpha on the team. I was tired of him questioning my orders and talking behind my back. He considers himself my equal and a rival. His entire life he has been lied to. People have told him that because he is a good looking jock, he is a man. This is wrong. He is not a man and he is certainly not my equal. Forcing him to suck my cock would show him what he really is……my bitch. He would realize that he belongs on his knees in front of me, servicing me.  He is nothing more, to me, than a place to drain my balls. 

Somehow, however, this is not enough. I needed to remove more than just his masculinity. I needed him to know that I don’t even consider him as a person. 

I did not want a blow job. Letting the bitch suck me off meant that it had some control over the pleasure provided to my meat. My desire was to remove any remaining sense of control it had. I was going to fuck its face, hard. Use its mouth like a cunt. 

After this skull fuck it will realize that it is nothing more than a hole for men to use to pleasure themselves.

You look up at him with hesitation in your eyes.  He is a real man and every fiber of your being tells you to do as he says, even though it goes against everything you have ever believed. 

You trust him. He was your first. He taught you to suck his cock. He took your cherry and stretched out your cunt to fit his cock perfectly. He has taken the time to show you your proper place in life, and you appreciate that. You have come to, not only accept his cock inside of you, you have learned to crave it. You feel complete only when he is ramming his meat in one of your holes. 

Even so, becoming his urinal feels like a big step. You are kneeling in front of him with his cock down your throat, waiting for him to empty his bladder into your stomach. You are going to be digesting his waste. This is the lowest of the low. You will be nothing more than a place to him to piss into. An convenient object for him to use so he does not have to walk all the way to the bathroom. But you trust him. If he says that this is what you were born to do, what you were made for, then maybe it is true. Maybe you are nothing more than a set of holes put on this earth to make the lives of real men better. Maybe wrapping your cock sucking lips around his shaft and swallowing his piss is the best use for your mouth.

You trust him, so when you feel his cock flex in your mouth and the hot urine begin to flow, you swallow, as instructed. It never seems to end, you kneel there for several minutes looking up at him as he pisses down your throat. When he finishes, you carefully suck the last drops from him and make sure he is clean.  He pats you on your head and walks away. Having used you as a toilet, he is now done with you.

Kneeling in the empty room, you realize that you feel…….fulfilled is probably the best word for it. You have served your purpose. 

OK, everyone remember this is going to be the image on the poster for Pete’s de-masculation/objectification party so lets make it a good one. 

Pete, for the sake of the photo, don’t swallow. We want the cum to pool in your mouth till it’s overflowing the sides.

He thought he understood the term cum dump.  After all he had been used by men as a depository for their loads his entire life. But this weekend had given the words “cum dump” a new meaning for him. Previously he had always been an active participant in milking loads out of men’s balls, either getting fucked or sucking on dick. For the past several hours, however, he just laid there with his jaw forcibly stretched open, while men jerked off and shot loads into his waiting mouth. None of them even acknowledged him. He was just an object, a place for cum to be dumped.