A New Calling
All of my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.
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“Avery got hypnotized once!” Zane yelled out, guffawing as we sat around Oscar’s living room, drinking.
“I did not,” I protested..
“You did! It was at the fair when we were in high school. This guy did a hypnosis show. Avery wasn’t even picked to be in it, but he went out with the rest of them out in his seat.” The guys all started laughing, and my face went red.
“That’s not what happened!” I objected. “I got bored watching it so I took a little nap, that’s all.”
“I bet I could hypnotize you,” Blaze spoke up.
“You know how to hypnotize people?” Richard asked, intrigued.
“Yeah. I used to do it to my brothers all the time growing up.”
“No way!” Oscar said, still laughing.
“It’s true. I’ll prove it. I bet you fifty bucks I can hypnotize you, Avery.” He smirked at me. I didn’t want to do it, but I needed to regain some of my pride.
“Fine. I could use fifty bucks. But fair warning, I can’t be hypnotized. I’m too strong willed to fall for mind tricks like that.”
“That’s okay, man. If I can’t hypnotize you, I pay up, no grudges,” he said, the very voice of reason.
“Fine. Give it your best shot.” I challenged, smirking at him.
“Okay. Guys, go sit over there and be quiet. Avery, sit on the couch. Get comfortable.” I plopped down and relaxed. This was pointless, but worth the money, so I put up with it. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Give it a try.” I said, shrugging.
“Okay. Take a deep breath, and relax. Good. And another. Good. Keep breathing, keep relaxing. In, and out. In, and out. More and more relaxed with each breath.” I was tempted to start laughing at how hokey this all was, but since money was on the line I figured I owed it to him to take this a bit more seriously, so I relaxed. “Just keep breathing. Now, hold out your hands.” I did. “Good. Now, which hand do you jerk off with?” He asked, and I could hear the guys guffaw.
“My left hand,” I said, even though I was embarrassed to admit it in front of them.
“Good,” he said, grabbing my left wrist and moving my hand up so I was holding it about a foot away from my face, palm facing me. “You can let your other hand fall.” And it did, slapping loosely to my lap. “Now, I want you to look at your hand. Look at the lines on your hand. Look at one spot.” He was clasping the sides of my wrist gently with his fingertips as I followed his instructions. “Feel your hand start moving toward your face, feel your eyes change focus as they stare at that spot.” At first he had put a little pressure to get my hand moving, but now the tips of his fingers just rested on the back of my hand and followed as it came closer to my face, my eyes focusing on the spot where lines met in the middle of my palm. “Look at your hand, feel your eyes change focus as it comes closer and closer, eyelids getting heavier and heavier and…” The fingertips of his other hand pressed against the back of my head and, with his final word, gave a firm little push.
“…Sleep…and wake up; refreshed, awake, and aware.”
I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Blaze’s crotch came into focus, right in front of my face where I sat on the couch. I slid my eyes up his body to see him standing over me, grinning. I shrugged and then stretched,
“I warned you, man. I can’t be hypnotized. I guess you owe me fifty bucks.” I smiled at him in triumph. My smile faded when he burst into laughter, still standing so close to me that I couldn’t stand up from the couch.
“It’s cute that you think I didn’t hypnotize you. I’ve never hypnotized anyone easier, and you have full hypnotic amnesia. You’re a natural sub, man.” He reached out and ruffled my hair, still chuckling. My eyes widened in shock at how much I liked the feeling that gave me. I swatted his hand away.
“Yeah, right, Blaze. You’re just trying to get out of paying.” I knew there was no way he had hypnotized me. I was too strong willed to fall for hypnosis, and I’d remember it even if it did somehow happen. “Stop fucking with me,” I insisted, still not believing him.
“Oh, I can prove it to you.” he said ominously.
“Suure you can,” I replied, still smiling smugly.
“You’ll know you’ve been hypnotized the next time you look at my crotch, because you’re going to have an orgasm when you do.” He returned my smug expression, staring me in the eyes.
“That’s ridiculous,” I scoffed, keeping my eyes locked on his. I was a little surprised to feel my cock plump up in my shorts. I was confused at how loose everything felt in there, almost like my briefs were gone and I was just freeballing it. But I always wear underwear.
“Take a peek and find out,” he taunted me. I felt like my eyes were being pulled down. I fought it.
“I’m not going to look at your crotch,” I told him, feeling my cock swell a little more, more and more, as the force pulling my eyes toward his crotch grew stronger.
“Sure you’re not,” he scoffed, crossing his arms. I kept fighting the urge to look. I knew it was right there, right in front of me. I could practically feel the heat radiating from it. I couldn’t look him in the eye anymore, so I focused on the lower part of his face. “You know you want to look,” he said in a deep, soft tone. I didn’t want to do it. I tried to fight it. But my eyes finally fell from his face, falling down his chest, his crossed arms, his stomach, and finally settled on his crotch, and the clear outline of his cock. Blaze’s cock. My body started to shake, My cock was rock hard, throbbing, tenting my shorts.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I began, my voice deep and primal, as an orgasm washed over me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I continued to cry, growing more high pitched as the pleasure grew more intense. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I squealed, my eyes glued to Blaze’s crotch as my body writhed and shook on the couch before him. It felt like it went on forever, but finally the pleasure started to fade. My cock, however, stayed hard, and I realized that I was even hornier than I had been before Blaze made me cum. At that, I pulled my eyes away from his crotch and looked at my own. There was a wet spot, as if from precum, but it didn’t look like I’d actually shot my load. I looked back up at his face, my eyes lingering on his crotch as they moved past it.
“How did that feel?” he asked, staring down at me.
“That was…” I said, small quakes still running through my body. “Wow,” I said, my eyes dropping to his crotch again for a moment before rising back to his face, only to find it transformed, a smile of derisive pleasure spreading from cheek to cheek.
“You want me to make you cum again, don’t you?” He asked, though he sounded like he already knew the answer. I looked at his crotch again, knowing he was right.
“I…I…” I knew he was right, but i couldn’t bring myself to admit it to him.
“That’s what I thought. Okay, I’ll do it. Just take off your clothes. You’ll cum again as soon as you’re laying there naked.”
“Nooo, please don’t make me do this!” I cried, already itching to take off my clothes. My hands were grasping at my shirt and rubbing my chest. I gasped as I moved across my nipples.
“Make you? I’m not making you do anything. It’s your choice. You’ll cum when you get naked for me, but you don’t have to do it.”
“Ohhhhhhhh,” I growled, slowly pulling my shirt off over my head. It had felt so good. I wanted to feel good like that again. I was humiliated that I was doing this in front of my friend, but it felt so good. I slid my hands into the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down, lifting my ass from the cushion. My cock burst into the air. My underwear really was gone. I lifted my legs to push off my shorts. I knew what was about to happen, and I wanted it. The pleasure was starting to wash over me by the time my feet hit the floor again.
“Good boy,” Blaze said playfully as he stood, fully clothed, over my naked body. I started to shake, my eyes rising to his face and dropping to lock onto the outline of his cock again. I squealed and shook, my body convulsing as waves of orgasmic pleasure overtook me. “Yeah, it feels good to be naked for me, doesn’t it Avery?” I was still cumming, the orgasm shattering my mind into a thousand pieces.
“Oooooooh,” I cooed, my back arching, “Yessssssssss, feelssss goooooooooood!” The pleasure surged, and I lost track of things. When I came out of it, he was still standing over me, smiling. I looked briefly at his face, and then stared at his crotch. I was still so horny… No, I was hornier than before. I wanted him to do it again.
“It feels good to obey me, doesn’t it?” He asked, reaching down to grope his bulge.
“Feels good to obey,” I said without thinking.
“Are you so much a slut that you want me to make you cum a third time?” He asked, running his hand up and down his cock through his pants. I needed to cum again. I was so horny. If I didn’t cum again, I knew I’d go insane. I had to choose, sanity, or dignity?
“Uhhh, fuuuck, I want to cum again.” I confessed, my cock jerking, swollen and wet with precum.
“Then tell me what you are, and cum,” he said softly. I knew what he wanted me to say, and I even knew that I was going to say it; I needed to cum too bad not to. But I couldn’t say it yet. I had to fight, hold on as long as I could. I watched him grope himself. He squeezed his thick shaft, drawing his pants tight and making the outline obvious.
“Noooo-oooooohhh, I can’t…” I whined.
“Again, it’s your choice. You can admit what you are, and cum, or pretend you’re something else, and not cum. It’s all up to you!” I moaned and writhed on the couch. I had to say it. Cumming was more important than dignity.
“Ohhhh, I’m a sluuut,” I cried out, descending into moans of pleasure as the third orgasm washed over me. I stared at his cock, but my vision started to blur. It felt even better than the time before.
“Yes you are,” he said in a playful tone, as if speaking to a pet. “Being a slut feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yessss, being a slut feels good!” I cried out, still cumming. My eyes dropped for a moment to my own cock, watching it twitch and throb and gush little spurts of precum. My eyes went back to his crotch, and I lost track of time.
“Ohhhhh, sluuuuut,” I groaned as I came out of the orgasm. I was hornier than ever. Being a slut felt so good. I never knew before.
“Something tells me you’re more than a slut, though,” Blaze said thoughtfully. “You’ve been staring at my cock this whole time, even though I only made you do it for the first orgasm. I think you’re a faggot, too. Is that right, Avery? Are you a fag slut?”
“I’m a fag slut!” I cried out with a groan, hunching my hips and hoping that admitting it would make me cum again.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “In fact, I bet your such a fag slut that if you were to see my cock you’d just cum again.” I was still staring at its outline. Knowing that seeing it would make me cum was driving me crazy. How long before he showed it to me? I wanted to cum! A few moments passed in silence, the anticipation driving me mad with lust.
“A-are you gonna?” I stammered, meekly, breaking the silence.
“Gonna what, little fag slut?” He asked, taunting me.
“Gonna show me?”
“Show you what?”
“Ooh, please, show me your cock. Please, I wanna see it!”
“If you really want to see it, you should be more respectful when you beg.”
“Oh, Sir, please let me see your cock! Please, Sir!”
“That’s better.” He sneered down at me as he started to unfasten his pants. My eyes were fixated on his crotch as he slowly pushed his pants down. Finally, his huge cock popped free and flipped up to slap against his belly before bouncing to a stop right in front of my face. My fists clenched the couch cushions as I started to quake with another orgasm, the whole while taking in the sight of his beautiful cock.
“Ohhhhh, Siiiirrrrrrr, your cock!” I cried out, trailing off into a squeal as the pleasure surged through my body.
“Yeah, my cock makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir! Ohhhh, your cock makes me feel so good!” I tried to keep my eyes on his cock, but they rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure intensified again. I shook and moaned on the couch, my mind gone, feeling better than I’d ever felt before.
And then it was over.
And I was so horny. I looked at his cock again, loving how good it made me feel. He gripped it by the base with a couple of fingers and started to swing it back and forth. My eyes followed, a string of drool running from the dopey grin on my face.
“Feelin’ good, faggot?” He asked me, shifting forward to slap his cock against my cheek, causing me to shiver and moan.
“So good, Sir,” I purred, nuzzling his cock. He laughed, rubbing his dick around my cheek for a few seconds before stepping back.
“Good boy.” He said, causing my eyes to roll back in my head for a moment. “And you’re still so horny, aren’t you?” He glanced down at my swollen cock, taking in the sticky mess of precum that had run down into my pubic hair
“Yes, Sir, I’m so horny. Please make me cum again, Sir!” I begged, my cheeks going red. It was humiliating, but it felt so good when he made me cum. I knew it was going to just keep making me hornier, but I didn’t care. I wanted it too much. He laughed and ruffled my hair, causing my arms to break out into gooseflesh.
“I have another orgasm for you, faggot, but it’s in my balls. If you want to suck my cock, you’ll cum when you feel me shoot in your mouth. But only if you want to. It’s your choice.” I didn’t want to suck his cock, but I knew I needed to cum again and that I was going to do it. It felt silly to keep fighting it. I needed to cum, and I was going to do anything he wanted in order to make that happen.
“Ohhhh, fuck! Please let me suck your cock, Sir! I need to cum again, Sir!” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, sure, you can suck it, faggot.” He pushed the head of his cock against my lips and I let my mouth fall open. My lips curled over my teeth automatically, and my tongue started drawing patterns across the surface of his dick. Slowly, he slid deeper, letting my tongue explore every inch of his cock as he slid into my mouth. I had just let go. I was enjoying myself. Another amazing orgasm was on the way, so I could just do what I needed to in order to get it. The idea that he was going to cum in my mouth, and that I was going to cum when he did, was blowing my mind.
“See, you’re a natural,” he said, and I snapped out of my daze. I had his cock all the way down my throat. I could feel myself swallowing around it, as my nose pressed into his pubes. I slid my tongue forward, letting it pass my lips, and felt it come into contact with his balls. I had his dick so deep down my throat that I could lick his balls!
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I groaned around his shaft, doing everything I could to make his cock pump another orgasm into me. I could feel myself getting dizzy, and my lungs started heaving, as I swallowed his cock. Finally, I pulled back far enough to clear my airway and let the air explode from my nose. I filled my lungs and dove right back down his shaft, burying my face against his pelvis.
“Oh, man, you’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop, and then you’ll cum, too, just like you will every time a guy cums in your mouth,” he growled, running his fingers through my hair, gripping to shake my head on his cock for a moment before letting go. I groaned again, and kept swallowing his cock. My lungs were burning, but cumming was more important than breathing. “Here it comes, faggot!” I could feel it happening with my lips first, as his cock swelled up to its absolute limit before it started pulsing. Cum flooded my mouth, and as the taste hit me, and I swallowed the first few spurts, my eyes rolled back into my head and I started to quake.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I squealed between swallows as I focused on his cock. My world was his cock, his orgasm, and mine. After a while, he had finished and pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet slurp. He gave me a little push, and I collapsed backwards, moaning and twitching on the couch.
“Yeah, sucking the cum out of cocks feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Ohhh, yeeeeeeees. I love sucking cooooooooock!” I cried out, feeling better than I’d ever felt before in my life. I lost track of things again, and my vision focused right on his cock. It wasn’t quite fully hard, but it seemed to be moving back in that direction.
“I knew you would.”
“Oh, man, what are you doing to me?” I groaned, staring at his erection, and Iicked my lips. I wanted to suck it again.
“All I’m doing is giving you orgasms. Speaking of, I bet a fag slut like you already wants another one, don’t you?”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss,” I hissed, arching my back and twisting on the cushions.
“Well, then, the good news is that you actually have an orgasm button,” Blaze said matter of factly. “Yeah. You’ll cum any time it gets hit, even if I’m not here. Anyone can push it!”
“Oh, fuck!” I said eagerly, already so excited to find out about this button. “Wh-where is it?” He grinned and reached down, hooking his fingers under my knees and pushing them back against my chest and pressing me back into the couch cushion. He let go, but I kept my legs raised, excited, confused, and so horny.
“It’s in here,” he said simply, sliding his fingers up and down my ass crack.
“Ohhhhhh, noooooo,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as my head moved from side to side. His fingers felt good on my ass, and I wanted to cum so bad. I was going to let this happen. I knew it was going to feel so good, I didn’t have a choice.
“Want me to show you how it works, little faggot?” He asked, his finger gently circling my hole.
“Yes!” I gasped. “Push the button! Please! I need to cum again!”
“I knew it,” he said, amused. He brought his hand up from my ass and thrust his fingers into my mouth. I moaned around them and started sucking without thinking about what I was doing, my eyes locked on his. He pulled out his fingers, leaving me gasping, and I watched a string of drool connecting my mouth to his fingers stretch and snap as he brought his hand back down to my ass.
“Unnnhhhhh,” I cried out as he rubbed his spit slicked fingers over my hole. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to. He thrust two fingers into me, drawing a high pitched gasp from me as the pain of stretching for the first time hit me. He wiggled his fingers inside me a little, and then curved them and…
Pleasure exploded through my body, obliterating even the memory of pain. I wiggled on his fingers as he pressed against that spot deep inside me, an orgasm better than any other shattering my vision. He drew his fingers back, and the orgasm ended abruptly, leaving me panting, staring him in the eye, begging him with my eyes to do it to me again.
He pushed his fingers across that spot again, sending an even more intense orgasm than before through me that vanished as soon as his fingers were deep enough to have moved past the spot. He pulled them back, and as they passed the spot again I was hit with the best orgasm yet.
He pulled his fingers out.
“How do you like having me push your button?” He asked, wiping his fingers on my ass cheeks.
I just moaned, my mouth hanging open and a string of drool running out.
“Yeah, I thought you would, but I realized something. You aren’t just a fag slut. You’re a total whore.”
“Noooo,” I groaned, struggling to fight against my lust, “I’m not a whore.”
“Well, not yet, technically.” He reached over and grabbed his wallet from the table. I watched as he pulled a dollar from his wallet before tossing it back. He held the bill over me, giving it a few tugs to snap it over my head. “I’ll give you a dollar for your ass.”
I gaped at him, not believing what I was hearing, what was happening, what I already knew I was going to do.
“To sweeten the deal, I’ll tell you one more thing about that button of yours. It has a design flaw. You see, when a man cums in your ass, that button gets stuck. You’ll cum your brains out. So, what do you say, faggot? Let me buy your ass for a dollar?” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side before shaking his hips to let his pants fall. I was still staring at his cock, imagining how good it would feel pressing up against my button.
I looked up at the dollar bill again, and at his face, grinning wickedly behind it.
“O-okay, I heard myself stammer. He grinned, and crouched down. I felt a pressure at my ass as he pressed the head of a his cock against me.
“I don’t think you understand, though, what I’m saying. Sure, you’re going to rent out your ass for money, but I’m not renting. I’m buying. If I fuck your ass, fuck your brains out, you’re going to be my property. Your ass will belong to me. I’ll be your pimp and slut you out to any guy who will pay, and you’ll love it. You won’t need to finish college, you’ll be too stupid from cumming your brains out all the time, so you can just work for me. What do you say? Still taking the deal?” He teased my ass with the head of his cock.
“Yessss!” I cried out, desperate for another orgasm. He laughed, dropping the dollar onto the couch next to me, and shoved his cock into my ass. My body quaked as his thick cock slid across that spot. He pressed himself all the way into me and stayed there.
“You’re a whore now,” he said. I just wanted him to pull back and keep hitting the button. “Say it.”
“I’m a whore! Oh, god, please fuck me! I’m a whore!” He laughed and pulled back, hitting the button again on the way, and then started fucking me for real. It was a continuous series of orgasms, each better than the one before, and often the next starting before the one before it had finished. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. All I could do was lay there in orgasmic bliss as my friend fucked my brains out.
“Aww, get ready, whore. I’m about to cum in your ass.”
“Yesss! Doooo it!” I begged. I wanted to know what it would feel like when the button got stuck.
“Here it is, whore!” His cock started to jerk and pump his cum into me. His cock was still moving across the button, but it wasn’t giving me little orgasms now. The button was stuck, and the greatest orgasm of my life was just getting started.
Like nothing I’d ever felt before. My own dick exploded and torrents of cum jetted out to splash across my face and torso. The pleasure intensified, and stars burst around my vision. I felt Blaze pull out of me, but I wasn’t in control of my body. I thrashed and moanned on the couch, dripping with my own cum.
When my vision finally came back into focus, he was standing there, smiling down at me. I looked up at him, embarrassed.
“Getting fucked felt good, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” I admitted in a little gasp, my face burning. “How… How did you do that?”
“Hypnosis,” he said, his voice oozing contempt. “So, guys, want a go with my whore? I do a dollar special for friends.” When he spoke, I suddenly remember that my best friend since fourth grade was there, along with Oscar and Richard. I stared at the three of them in horror, my hands flying to cover my cock. I felt it swelling again as they looked at me, grinning. Oscar chuckled as my erection popped out to the side, too big to fit behind my hands.
“I would have never guessed my best friend was a whore,” Zane said, shaking his head.
“Shit, I’ll fuck a faggot for a dollar,” Oscar said, pulling a wrinkled bill from his wallet and handing it to me.
“Me too!” Richard said, pulling a wadded one from his pocket and tossing it on my lap.
“Well, shit, never thought I’d do this, but a bargain is a bargain,” Zane said, handing me a folded bill. I was shivering, terrified, excited, horny, confused, and compelled. They had paid, I was obligated. Hands shaking, I gathered the three dollar bills and placed them alongside Blaze’s on top of my clothes. Blaze stepped aside, and I slid from the couch onto my knees and began the slow crawl toward my friends.
“How do you guys want to do this?” Oscar asked, already pulling off his clothes.
“Paper, rock scissors?” Richard suggested, grinning like an idiot as he stripped.
“I’m calling dibs on his ass,” Zane said. “I’m his best friend, so I think that’s fair.
“Shit, no reason we can’t both fuck him. That’s what whores are for,” Oscar said. “Rich, you can take his mouth.”
“I’m cool with that. I saw how he sucks dick.” Richard agreed. I was so close, and they were naked. I stared at my best friend’s cock first. We’d been friends forever, but I’d never seen it hard before. I thought back to what Oscar had said and looked at his cock, too. It wasn’t super long, but it was thick as fuck. He wanted to fit that in my ass with Zane’s cock? That won’t fit! But they’d paid for it, so who was I to object to letting them try. Finally my eyes settled on Richard’s dick. It wasn’t as big as Zane’s or Oscar’s, but it was… pretty? It was a beautiful dick. I couldn’t place it, but something about it… the shape? The texture of his skin? The slight curve of it? The way I could see his heartbeat in it? I opened my mouth, and took it in.
“Damn, whore’s eager,” Richard gasped as I took him all the way down my throat. I could hear Zane and Oscar laughing in the background.
“Some advice, guys,” Blaze spoke up. “He’s going to have an orgasm when you cum in his mouth, and he’ll have one when you cum in his ass. If you can coordinate and give him two orgasms at the same time, you’ll fuck my programming so deep into his brain that even I couldn’t undo it.”
“Shit, looks like I’m going to need a new best friend,” Zane said, and I felt fingers slide into my hole. “Ha, he’s so wet. Nasty whore, leaking cum from your ass.” I groaned around Richard’s cock. I couldn’t believe Zane was saying these things. He had been my best friend for most of our lives. How could he just be treating me like a whore now? And how could I be so turned on that he was?
“Hey, guys, I’m not going to be able to hold out forever. Start fucking,” Richard said, short of breath. Oscar laid down on the ground beside me, and Richard slid to the side as they positioned me so that I could straddle him while keeping Richard’s dick deep down my throat.
“Here it comes, whore,” Oscar said, grabbing my hips with one hand and guiding me into position. I felt the head of his thick cock press against my hole, and his other hand moved to the other side of my hips. He applied some pressure, and my ass relaxed without me even thinking about it. He slid into me, and I moaned around Richard’s cock as he jabbed the button.
“He likes it, went right in,” Zane said. I could feel him move into position behind me, as I arched my back and rolled my hips. I felt his fingers meet my hole where Oscar’s fat dick was stretching it open. “Plenty of room for me to squeeze in,” he said, and then I felt his cock press against my already stuffed ass.
When he slid into me, the feeling it gave me was indescribable. My ass was stretched past its limit, near the edge of its endurance. It didn’t matter if I fought it or relaxed, either way I was held, stretched fully open. I felt powerless. I felt stuffed. I felt dominated, controlled, and like such a whore.
But that wasn’t even the best part.
As Zane pressed against me, his dick driven deep into my insides alongside Oscar’s, his dick forced Oscar’s dick into my button, causing me to squeal around Richard like some rutting animal.
”I have never felt anything so tight,” Zane gasped, sliding in and out of me.
“Me neither!” Oscar gasped. “He’s already got me close!”
“Me, too!” Zane gasped.
“Me too!” Richard said, throwing his head back and grabbing me by the hair fucking my throat.
“Do it, guys, fuck his brains into mush!” Blaze egged them on. “Get your money’s worth!”
“Ready to cum, guys?” Zane asked, his hips shaking as he thrust away.
“Yes!” Richard yelled
“I’m cumminng!” Oscar cried out.
“Me too!” Screamed Zane
“Awwww, take it, faggot,” Richard growled as his cock started pumping cum into my mouth. I remembered what Blaze had told them, about what would happen if they came in my mouth and ass at the same time, as it was happening. I was swallowing cum, and felt both Oscar and Zane pumping their loads into my guts, and I exploded.
All the orgasms I’d had so far were nothing compared to this. I ceased to exist. I became a disembodied state of orgasm.
When I came back to my senses, my first thought was that I felt so empty. I realized that Oscar and Zane had pulled out of me already, and that I wanted them back. Richard’s cock was still in my mouth, though, softening. I was about to back away when he grabbed my head.
“No no, keep sucking.” He ordered, holding my head in place. I did what he said, and kept swallowing his flaccid cock.
“What are you doing?” Blaze asked, curious.
“You’ll see,” he answered wickedly. “Get ready, whore, swallow it all.” I felt his dick swell a bit, and then liquid started to fill my mouth. I gulped it down, desperate not to let it spill. I had about ten swallows down before I realized what was going on. My eyes went wide, but I couldn’t stop now that I’d started. All I could do was swallow.
I don’t know how.
I don’t know why.
But as this, the most degrading act of my life, continued, I started to cum again, my dick going rigid and quivering as I squealed between swallows.
“Faggot is getting off on it!” Oscar cried out in glee.
“Huh,” Blaze said. “I did not see that coming.”
“Disgusting faggot, no fucking dignity,” Zane said in the most contemptful tone I’d ever heard from him. Richard finally finished and pulled his cock from my mouth, giving me a light slap to the cheek as he walked over to get his clothes back on. I stayed where I was, the aftershocks of the latest orgasm still sending quakes through my muscles. My mind was a soup of static, and pleasure. I couldn’t think. All I could do was be horny.
“Get dressed, whore,” Blaze said, tossing a pile of clothes at me. I was confused for a moment, these weren’t my clothes. I held up the first item. It was a thong, obviously made for a man, but still slutty as fuck. I pulled it on, ignoring the guys laughing as they watched. I had never worn a thong before, but having it on felt good, felt sexy. The shorts he had given me were loose, thin, white basketball shorts, and when I pulled them up, I could clearly see the dark thong through them. Finally there was the shirt. It was a thin, white tank top, made of some silky material. I slid it on and it settled leaving a gap between the bottom of the shirt and the top of my shorts, and you could pretty much see through it. I looked so sluty, so faggy, so whoreish, so sexy. I moaned, and then stared at Blaze, my eyes vacant, a little drool running from the corner of my mouth.. He slipped my wallet and phone into my pockets. The weight caused the shorts to slide down lower, revealing the top of my thong. He handed me a slip of paper.
“I took some pictures of you working and already got you a job, whore. Take an uber to this address, and be sure you leave the customer satisfied.” He walked over to my old clothes, and the dollar bills sitting on top of them. He scooped them up, and casually put them in his own pocket. “I’ll hold onto these for you. You don’t need money. I’ll take care of things like that. Be sure you get paid in advance, and when you’re finished come to my place to give me the money. You’ll cum when you do. You don’t need money, you just need to focus on being a good whore for me. Oh, and don’t forget you also owe me fifty bucks. I hypnotized the fuck out of you.” He marched me to the door and gave me a slap on the ass before shoving me out into the hallway. The door slammed behind me, and I looked over to see a group of teenage boys from the next apartment sniggering at my appearance. I blushed, and moved past them to head to my appointment, my cock hard in my thong from thinking about how much fun being a whore for Blaze was going to be.
To be continued…?
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