Trace
just lay there and took the fucking, like he’d been doing every day for the
past three weeks since I caught him snaking me with Julie. He’d already
learned one lesson - the slightest resistance, the feeblest protest and I’d
fucking beat the crap out of him and then fuck him anyway. He still cried
a little every time I fucked him and I liked that. After all, even though
I was turning him into a cuntboy, it wasn’t like I wanted him to enjoy it.
I wanted him to hate it every time I screwed his faggot ass.
To be honest, Trace wasn’t a
faggot. Yet. But that’s what I had every hope of turning him into -
a cum-slurping, piss-drinking, male cum-dump who was passed around from dude to
dude who would each use and abuse him and then pass him on to someone else.
And I could tell he was already well on his way.
The first time I fucked Trace,
that night when I caught him screwing Julie, it had been a pure grudge fuck.
I had grabbed that two-timing cunt by her hair and tossed her into the
hallway stark naked and then turned to confront Trace. And my roommate,
my best bro, had the balls to tell me it was all her fault; that she had come
on to him. As if that meant squat. Fuck, man, she was just a bitch,
some local piece of pussy I’d been playing around with for a couple of months,
already planning on dumping when the next piece of pussy came into view.
I didn’t give a flying fuck about her. But Trace, he was my bro.
He was supposed to have my back. Shit, if he’d asked I would have
told him to go ahead and plank the ho. But he hadn’t done that. No,
he’d snuck around my back and fucked her without so much as giving me a head’s
up. He had totally disrespected me and to hear him try to justify his
betrayal by blaming it on that cunt made me see red. I just exploded and
gave him an ass whooping like he’d never had before.
But even when I was done beating
on him and Trace was lying face down on the bed, pretty much out of it, I was
still furious. I wanted to do something to show my bro just how pissed
off I really was at how he’d dissed me. And looking at those muscled
ass-cheeks of his, I figured out exactly how to do it. Five minutes later,
I was balls-deep up Trace’s virgin butt. And I’ve got to admit, I was
surprised at just how good that felt.
I’d never given much thought to
fucking a dude’s ass before. I’d figured it probably wouldn’t be that
much different than knocking down a bitch’s backdoor which I done a number of
times already. But once I was mounted up inside Trace’s shit-hole I was
surprised by the feelings of power and dominance that swept over me. This
wasn’t some wispy girl I was nailing, some bitch who’d been raised her whole
life always expecting that she’d be fucked by some big-dicked dude, this was a
another dude, a guy who’d grown up thinking he’d always be in control, he’d
always be the one calling the shots, who now found himself on the bottom,
getting a cunt cored out of his back-hole, being fucked and bitched-out by
another dude. And hearing Trace, who was writhing under me as I began to
power-drive into his tender fuck-chute, tearfully begging me not to do it, not
to fuck him, gave me a high I’d never experienced before. I reamed the
shit out of that boy’s ass, I reamed the fucking shit out of it. And
then, when I was done, I did it again.
And I’ve been doing it ever
since. Fucking Trace - making him into my bitch - has provided a level of
sexual excitement I never knew I could experience. Who knew that fucking
another dude could be so hot? I went online and hit some gay sex sites.
I couldn’t believe some of the shit those guys were doing to other dudes.
But I took notes and then started trying some of that stuff out with
Trace. I made him shave his pubes and his pits and told him he couldn’t
wear clothes when he was in the apartment. I couldn’t believe how turned
on I was by his obvious humiliation when he had to comply with those orders or how
hot it was to see him walking around the apartment buck naked, his pubeless
groin making him look like a little boy, his scared submissive demeanor a
visible testament to how completely I had established my dominance over him.
And I never would have guessed how hot it was to make another dude drink
my piss - and swallow it, too.
These past three weeks have been
simply incredible. I’m horny all the time; I just can’t get enough of
Trace’s hot little boypussy. And the process of turning my former
best-bro into my fuck-bitch has been unbelievably exhilarating. There
are times my hand actually hurts from spanking Trace’s ass, but that never
keeps me from burnishing those butt-cheeks three or four times every day.
And, God, do I love fucking Trace’s boycunt right after I’ve blistered
his ass to a glowing red.
And next week, well, next week
I’m gonna start pimping out Trace’s pussy to all his former friends. And
I can’t wait to see his face as one old friend after another pops by to try out
his now well-trained boy-ass. That’s gonna be priceless.
Trace may have turned out to be a
real disappointment as a best-bro, but one thing I’m sure of is that he’s gonna
be great as a fuck-bitch. Hell, he’s already well on his way.
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Trace just lay there and took the fucking, like he’d been doing every day for the past three weeks since I caught him snaking me with Julie. He’d already learned one lesson - the slightest resistance, the feeblest protest and I’d fucking beat the crap out of him and then fuck him anyway. He still cried a little every time I fucked him and I liked that. After all, even though I was turning him into a cuntboy, it wasn’t like I wanted him to enjoy it. I wanted him to hate it every time I screwed his faggot ass.
To be honest, Trace wasn’t a faggot. Yet. But that’s what I had every hope of turning him into - a cum-slurping, piss-drinking, male cum-dump who was passed around from dude to dude who would each use and abuse him and then pass him on to someone else. And I could tell he was already well on his way.
The first time I fucked Trace, that night when I caught him screwing Julie, it had been a pure grudge fuck. I had grabbed that two-timing cunt by her hair and tossed her into the hallway stark naked and then turned to confront Trace. And my roommate, my best bro, had the balls to tell me it was all her fault; that she had come on to him. As if that meant squat. Fuck, man, she was just a bitch, some local piece of pussy I’d been playing around with for a couple of months, already planning on dumping when the next piece of pussy came into view. I didn’t give a flying fuck about her. But Trace, he was my bro. He was supposed to have my back. Shit, if he’d asked I would have told him to go ahead and plank the ho. But he hadn’t done that. No, he’d snuck around my back and fucked her without so much as giving me a head’s up. He had totally disrespected me and to hear him try to justify his betrayal by blaming it on that cunt made me see red. I just exploded and gave him an ass whooping like he’d never had before.
But even when I was done beating on him and Trace was lying face down on the bed, pretty much out of it, I was still furious. I wanted to do something to show my bro just how pissed off I really was at how he’d dissed me. And looking at those muscled ass-cheeks of his, I figured out exactly how to do it. Five minutes later, I was balls-deep up Trace’s virgin butt. And I’ve got to admit, I was surprised at just how good that felt.
I’d never given much thought to fucking a dude’s ass before. I’d figured it probably wouldn’t be that much different than knocking down a bitch’s backdoor which I done a number of times already. But once I was mounted up inside Trace’s shit-hole I was surprised by the feelings of power and dominance that swept over me. This wasn’t some wispy girl I was nailing, some bitch who’d been raised her whole life always expecting that she’d be fucked by some big-dicked dude, this was a another dude, a guy who’d grown up thinking he’d always be in control, he’d always be the one calling the shots, who now found himself on the bottom, getting a cunt cored out of his back-hole, being fucked and bitched-out by another dude. And hearing Trace, who was writhing under me as I began to power-drive into his tender fuck-chute, tearfully begging me not to do it, not to fuck him, gave me a high I’d never experienced before. I reamed the shit out of that boy’s ass, I reamed the fucking shit out of it. And then, when I was done, I did it again.
And I’ve been doing it ever since. Fucking Trace - making him into my bitch - has provided a level of sexual excitement I never knew I could experience. Who knew that fucking another dude could be so hot? I went online and hit some gay sex sites. I couldn’t believe some of the shit those guys were doing to other dudes. But I took notes and then started trying some of that stuff out with Trace. I made him shave his pubes and his pits and told him he couldn’t wear clothes when he was in the apartment. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by his obvious humiliation when he had to comply with those orders or how hot it was to see him walking around the apartment buck naked, his pubeless groin making him look like a little boy, his scared submissive demeanor a visible testament to how completely I had established my dominance over him. And I never would have guessed how hot it was to make another dude drink my piss - and swallow it, too.
These past three weeks have been simply incredible. I’m horny all the time; I just can’t get enough of Trace’s hot little boypussy. And the process of turning my former best-bro into my fuck-bitch has been unbelievably exhilarating. There are times my hand actually hurts from spanking Trace’s ass, but that never keeps me from burnishing those butt-cheeks three or four times every day. And, God, do I love fucking Trace’s boycunt right after I’ve blistered his ass to a glowing red.
And next week, well, next week I’m gonna start pimping out Trace’s pussy to all his former friends. And I can’t wait to see his face as one old friend after another pops by to try out his now well-trained boy-ass. That’s gonna be priceless.
Trace may have turned out to be a real disappointment as a best-bro, but one thing I’m sure of is that he’s gonna be great as a fuck-bitch. Hell, he’s already well on his way.