They had fucked me. All of them…like I was some cheap whore. How can I ever face them again. They were supposed to be my friends, my teammates and yet they lined up to pop my ass cherry like the cork on a bottle of cheap champagne. No straight guy would have put up with treatment like this.  Maybe they were right, maybe I am a pussy. As they fucked me they all kept saying that, kept telling me that I was born to suck a real man’s dick and take it up the ass from any guy man enough to put it to you.  They informed me that denying it is just wasting time. As a faggot, my duty is to take cock, not waste the time of a man who is just giving me what I want, by fighting them. 

Maybe they are right? Do I want to be treated like this? My ass hurts and I am humiliated. But I am also feeling alone and empty, like something is missing. Fuck! I miss the full feeling of having cocks plowing my holes. I cannot believe this, I want to have another guy inside of me.

Oh shit, I am a faggot!

A common question is “What is the difference between an alpha and beta male?” 

Among the males of a pride (or group of jocks) the largest male is usually the dominant one. The size of his member will impress and astonish the other males allowing him to easily control them. Since they cannot help but feel inferior looking at his cock, hanging there in front of them, they automatically become the beta males by default.  There’s nothing wrong with being a beta male if you are happy. These guys will find they are much happier following and serving the Alpha in their group.  

One by one they will fall prey to their “friend”, finding themselves alone with him, they will drop to their knees and suck him off. He won’t even ask.  As the Alpha male it is his right and privileged to be served by those below him. He won’t even thank them once he has used thier mouths to jerk off into.

“That’s it, open wide, and take my cock! I know it’s thick, but you can do it. Just watch those teeth and keep your tongue moving. Nice! Now add some suction, faggot.”

“Hold on, I am going to push it in deep. You are going to feel like you are dying, like you need more air. You mind is going to tell you to pull back.

Fight the urges for self preservation and trust me.

You need to stop yourself from being selfish, and put my needs first. You just need to keep sucking. Don’t worry, I am in charge. I will pull out and let you breath, before you asphyxiate. You are of no use to me dead.  Just remember to focus on pleasuring my cock, I will take care of everything else. Keep telling yourself that nothing is more important than making me happy. That you exist to pleasure me.”

“It may take a while, and it won’t be easy, but I am going to train you to be a world class cocksucker. A hole to take my meat and swallow my loads.”

It has been over two weeks, but Pete still gets embarrassed when he has to strip down in the locker room and expose what he has become.  He no longer has any hair below the neck. Naked, he is as smooth as a 10 year old boy. He knows this marks him as a pussy, available for use by real men.  Pete has been repeatedly fucked almost every day since he lost his pubes. Once or twice he was able to talk his way out of it, convincing the men who wanted to use him that he was not a pussyboy, by claiming he had to shave down because he was on the swim team and needed to be smooth to increase his speed. However most men quickly saw him for what he was…. a hole for use.

Today he knew there would be no talking his way out of a gangbang.  He was going to get fucked.  As soon as he stepped into the showers, the men there would see his chastity cage and know that he was there to pleasure others.

Steve wanted it this way.  Pete, his former buddy, had slept with his girlfriend.  When he found out, he dumped his girl and plotted his revenge against Pete. Cornering Pete in the locker room and forcing him to his knees, he shoved his 8″ cock down his throat. After he dumped his first load down Pete’s gullet, he flipped him over and harvested his ass cherry. Steve took Pete’s virginity in the most painful and demeaning ways possible.  It was a hate fuck and it hurt. For several days in a row he fucked Pete every chance he got, making sure to do it in public places, so others could see what happened to guys who crossed him.

It was enjoyable making Pete into his personal cum dump bitch, but it was not quite embarrassing enough.  Steve wanted to fully break Pete and make him into nothing more than a fuck toy. That was when he shaved the boy down, fed him some Viagra and made him go to the gym. He was forced to shower in full view of the men in the locker room, with a totally smooth body and a raging hard on, that he could not make go down. It did not take long before there was a line of men waiting to stuff the faggot’s holes. Every day the number of guys wanting to fuck the smooth boy with a hard on grew. It made Steve smile.  Then last week he started taking Pete to several different gyms in the same day.  He would arrive at a new gym, strip down and let a whole new group of men see him, shaved and erect, now with jizz dripping out of his gaping ass. He would try to talk his way out of getting fucked, and once or twice it worked, but for the most part Pete was taking dozens of dicks a day in his boy-cunt.

Then, last night, Steve locked Pete up in a chastity cage.  He had noted that Pete was not only getting used to being fucked on a daily basis, he seemed to be starting to enjoy it. So he made sure that Pete’s cock would never bring him pleasure again.  The cage he bought had little sharp spikes on the inside, which hurt when pressed against the sensitive skin of a penis. Locking him in place with a chuckle, he explained that getting a boner would be rewarded with pain. That his purpose was only to serve, to make men feel good, he should not receive pleasure from doing it and in fact it should hurt him to be used.

As one final act of cruelty, when Steve dropped Pete off at the downtown gym, he made him swallow a Viagra, just like he had done every day, before the spiked cage was locked onto his cock. He would have no choice in the matter, his own little dick would betray him, pushing itself hard against the sharp spikes, while his mouth and ass were filled with other men’s cocks.

The men in the showers that day commented on how much more fun it was to fuck the locked up boy.  His screams of pain edging them on as his ass clenched tightly against the intrusions of the their excited cocks.

A massive….thank you to all of you who look at and enjoy sausagewithgirth.

Today this humble blog reached 75,000 followers, way more than I could have ever expected or hoped for when I started this. This tops off a good weekend where I made my 2,000th post. I am flattered and awestruck by all of the attention. The posts on this blog are averaging 150,000 notes per month. It is truly satisfying to know that so many of you are connecting with the stories that come out of my mind while I am jerking off. I appreciate each and every one of you, especially those of you who take the time to send me messages or dirty pictures.

The fun part is watching the bottle swing back and forth like a pendulum while you and your friends bend him over and fuck him in the ass. His dick gets fully hard, except for the first few inches, which are wedged in a glass bottle chastity cage, as he is plowed by random guys. He screams out in agony as the vodka in the bottle burns his piss slit. The six of you make it a game to see how long you can keep him hard, his dick painfully corking the bottle. After eight and a half hours of continuous butt fucking, and seven hands free loads, his cock finally softens enough to let the bottle slip free. His feeling of pleasure at being released from confinement is short lived as you and your friends keep roughly using him as a fuck toy for the rest of the weekend, while getting him drunk on a bottle of cum-infused vodka.