Back story – how Max became a good bitch. Fair warning, if you didn’t like the first one, you’re probably not going to like this. Also, the events described may differ from the first, this is a result of video editing and/or selective/blurred memories.
It was Friday night and after my first home cooked meal in nearly four months I called a cab and headed out to the local bar to see if anyone was about.
I never made plans to meet anyone for the first few days back as there’s always a lot of family commitments and I hate when people flake out on me last minute.
And being completely honest, I still loved the buzz when I walked into a bar and people recognised me.
At college I was just another blonde, blue-eyed, all-American type. There were literally hundreds of guys like me, all-stars, valedictorians, prodigies. I wasn’t special anymore, I had to work damn hard just to try and keep up with some of them, others were just light years ahead.
The girls were a far more difficult proposition as well, the ones I tried to chat up where either high on feminism or damaged goods.
In short, the ones I was most interested in had no interest in me and the ones that were interested in me reminded me too much of my ex Jessie – enough said.
My state of near celibacy was a big dent in my manhood. I was used to having my pick of the hottest girls in school and now I had far more competition and the girls themselves weren’t easy.
Working hard was surprisingly hard work.
All in all, college was proving to be pretty demoralising. Everything that I’d taken for granted I now had to struggle for, it felt that all my assumptions about how the world worked were wrong.
I thought I had life figured out but college was teaching me that the world was vastly more complicated and unforgiving than I had been led to believe.
Tough lessons for a former high school football star to take, but now in my second year I was working on it. I might be a slow learner when it came to life lessons but I told myself that I was learning.
Eventually a guy in my dorm told me about a glory hole on campus. He said that maintenance kept patching them up but they kept on being made, if you knew where to look.
One night after being shot down four times in a row and more frustrated (both sexually and in general) than I had ever been in my life, I drunkenly tracked down the glory hole. I didn’t think I was gay, I was just desperate for some relief and boy did it provide! I couldn’t have lasted longer than a minute and came so hard I saw stars!
After I felt guilty and swore I would never use it again.
Famous last words.
I did my best to stay away from temptation, I swear I tried to get laid at parties and bars, hell I even tried to get laid at the library, but the damn fish weren’t biting and I knew where I could get a knee-trembling orgasm, no questions asked.
Next Friday night, after a night flirting, dancing and being teased, desperate to shoot my load, I found myself heading back to the hole in the wall.
This time was even better than the last! I didn’t last more than thirty seconds and shot the biggest load of my life! After that I started going weekly, each time feeling a little more guilty, each time telling myself it was the last time.
Then it became Friday and Saturday night.
Until one fateful Sunday. I was in a college bar, drinking and minding my own business when a guy I vaguely recognised came and sat down next to me.
We exchanged greetings and I turned my attention back to the game.
After a few more drinks I went to take a piss, I stood at the urinal minding my own business when the guy from the bar walks in and stands right next to me.
I stared straight ahead, doing my best to ignore the big guy standing uncomfortably close to me.
I suddenly became very aware of his presence, he had a magnetism, an unspoken commanding aura. I could smell the scent of primal, animalistic alpha male under his aftershave.
Unconsciously I submissively dropped my eyes and made myself smaller.
“You know, I thought I recognised you.” he said conversationally.
I glanced up at him and grunted non-committed.
“Yeah” he smiled at me “You go to the glory hole, been going a lot recently too.”
I froze for a second, my eyes widening in shock before I regained my composure and adopted a poker face. “Don’t now know what you’re talking about.” I muttered.
“Sure you do boy” he replied jovially. “You’ve been going regularly, sticking your dick through a hole in a wall and shooting your load in a cocksucker’s mouth.”
I’d finished pissing by now but I stood there staring at this stranger with my cock still in my hand.
He leant towards me and spoke low in my ear “You been to the other side yet?” his breath tickled my ear and I suddenly became very aware of how sensitive that spot on my neck was.
I shook my head, my mouth had suddenly gone dry at the thought of being on my knees on the other side of the wall, ısparta escort a long, thick, juicy cock spurting cum in my mouth.
Hot ropes of cum hitting my tongue, painting my face.
Swallowing it down in noisy gulps to show my appreciation.
Tongue out, eagerly panting for the next one…
My cock was now getting hard, my gaze lowered to check out his package. He was slightly longer than me, I guessed about 6″ but his girth made me gasp, he had to be close to 2″ diameter, around 6″ circumference (all that geometry was coming in handy in a way my old teacher would’ve never expected – or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing, if you believed the rumours)
He nodded, “No, I can see that.”
“You’re still a virgin at the moment.”
“But I bet you’ve started exploring, haven’t you?”
I didn’t say anything, I don’t think I could say anything, I kept my head down, my eyes on his cock, mine was twitching and growing, seemingly with a mind of its own.
“I bet you play with your tits and pussy when you stroke that itty bitty clitty, don’t you?”
“Tell me, what do you use to fuck yourself with, while you pinch your titties and cum all over yourself? A banana?”
I shook my head timidly.
“A cucumber?” another shake in denial
“A fist?” I gasped in shock and stared up at him, eyes wide in fear.
“Two?” he said raising an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
A shiver went through me.
He chuckled at my reaction and said “don’t worry boy, I’m just having a little fun”.
“But… with lips like that” he whispered as he ran his thumb teasingly over my lips, gently pushing it between my slightly parted lips, staring at me dominantly. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned as I sucked at the tip of his thumb as he pushed it slowly, teasingly in and out of my mouth. “It won’t be long before you’re on the other side of the wall, a certified cock whore.”
“You’d suck my cock here and now if I told you to.” I opened my eyes and looked at him, still sucking his thumb, licking it with my tongue as I took it deeper in my salivating mouth, not daring to respond, not daring to blink, not daring to breathe.
A primal urge to submit, to be used, to be owned and controlled was waking inside me. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, it was no longer just fight or flight but fight, flight or fuck.
And right now I wanted to fuck.
My animal instinct wanted to put my face to the floor and push my ass up and back, to present myself to be mounted, claimed by this superior male.
It was the most exciting thing in the world, it was the most terrifying thing in the world.
He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and laughed, breaking the spell.
My mouth hung open, a string of drool stretching between his thumb and my mouth before breaking and trailing down my chin.
I looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Relax!” he laughed.
With that he turned, washed his hands and slapped me firmly on the ass as he walked out, leaving me in a daze.
I came out of the toilets changed, a frightening new world of possibility had been revealed to me in that one sided conversation and now nothing was the same.
From that night I never went back to the glory hole, I was terrified of what I might do, which side of the wall I was going to be on, which side I WANTED to be on.
Not that I didn’t dream about it.
Graphic, intense, lucid wet dreams where I would be on my knees sucking a line never ending, long, thick, juicy cocks.
Black, brown, white, yellow, red, blue, didn’t matter.
Drinking down rivers of cum, some nights I dreamed that I drowned in it.
The dreams progressed, the night time fantasies got harder, darker, scarier, sexier, more vivid, more intense.
Now I was sucking on a cock while I also had one in each hand, jerking them off.
Now I was getting fucked in the ass.
Now I was strapped to a bench, a collar choking my neck, clamps biting my nipples, balls bound with rope and stretched painfully as a dildo attached to a machine mercilessly fucked my brains out and I came over and over until my clit was limply drooling cum and my asshole was numb from the relentless assault.
Now I was getting spit roasted, a never ending line of guys keeping my aching, needy holes well stuffed and temporarily sated.
Now I was getting split open by two cocks in my ass at the same time.
Then it was two cocks in my ass, a cock in my mouth and a cock in each hand.
For a while it seemed that the powerful sexual night terrors levelled off, I began to grow accustomed to the pornographic nightmares and the powerful orgasms they triggered.
Secretly I started to admit to myself that I was enjoying the sex terrors, I woke up more relaxed and pleasantly fatigued, like after a really good work out followed by a session in the sauna and a massage.
I woke up screaming when I dreamt I was getting fucked by a horse.
After that ısparta escort bayan nightmare, I went to the doctors to get some sleeping pills to keep the dreams at bay.
I still woke up to cum stained sheets some mornings.
At least I couldn’t remember the dreams anymore.
My tits and pussy – sorry my chest and asshole – had become weirdly hyper sensitive, it was probably just my imagination but the areolas and nipples appeared to be bigger and puffier somehow. My asshole also felt like it was bigger, puffier, softer, more welcoming, pouty – almost hungry.
Admittedly, I wasn’t hitting the gym as often as I should and my limited cooking skills meant I was eating a lot more junk than I used to. I was carrying maybe 10lbs extra and it seemed that this additional weight went to my chest and ass.
I made sure I kept the door to my bedroom locked because part of me thought the dreams might be real, that I was being used as a fuck toy while I slept.
I switched to drinking bottles because I thought they were harder to drug.
I hardly drank anymore because I was sure that drunk me would find his way back to the glory hole and there was no way I was taking that risk.
The risk I might go to the other side of the wall, the risk I might suck a cock, the risk I might like it, the risk that I would never leave.
I was straight, I loved pussy. I was just struggling to get any at college and that making my mind play tricks on me.
I was working too hard to get good grades and training with the football and basketball teams.
I was under a lot of pressure that was all.
Back in my old stomping ground and away from the dreams and the terror/temptation of the glory hole, I was still star high school quarterback and prom king.
I won’t lie, I enjoyed dining out on my past glories, especially when the present was nowhere near as glamorous.
Tonight looked like it was going to be a slow night, hardly anyone was in. I was on my third beer and chaser, enjoying the relief of not having the bad dreams now I was home again.
I was surprised when a hand clapped me on the shoulder and a familiar voice said “this round’s on me.” I looked around and there was Zak, that same crooked grin, that same easy charm. He still had the ability to make you feel like you were the most important person in the room even if he’d never met you before.
Our long shared history meant I wasn’t willing to walk away from the friendship entirely, despite what happened between us.
In truth I had no one else to hang out with when I came home, he was one of the few people I knew from high school that hadn’t left town or moved on. So the first night I came back, we ended up talking, then we went back to his place and made peace over a bottle of vodka and much bro hugging.
After that night, whenever I came back home Zak was always down to hang out, plus he always had good vodka and better weed.
Sometimes when Jessie and his dad weren’t home, Zak would put porn on his big 60″ TV. We’d drink and smoke and watch porn together on his leather sofa.
Since we’d played football together we both felt comfortable enough to strip down to our underwear during these sessions and thanks to the hardcore action on screen it was only natural our cocks got hard.
Zak would often lazily stroke his cock and rub his balls through his baggy underwear. It looked like he had a fucking python nesting in his shorts.
But I digress – back to tonight…
I smiled at him, “hey man, how’s it hanging?”
He gave me that megawatt smile “hard, horny and fucking huge my dude” and he grabbed the sizable bulge in his pants and gave it a good squeeze.
We both burst out laughing.
“Come sit with us dude, we got a booth.” Zak said gesturing vaguely behind him. I looked past him to see a couple of vaguely familiar faces and one I definitely recognised – Jessie.
While Zak and I had made peace and moved on, I still hadn’t forgiven Jessie. The way Zak told it, she’d come on to him that night and after I saw the video and dumped her, she went straight back to Zak and offered to make another one as revenge.
So I did my best to avoid her when I came home for breaks. If she was hanging out with Zak I didn’t go over, if she was at the same bar I finished my drink and left.
Zak still had his on my shoulder and so felt me tense up when I spotted my ex with his friends, he leaned in close and said “Hey man don’t worry about her, Jessie’s cool. You know we been dating since you and her split. It’s all ancient history now. Come have a drink with us you’ll see, she’s cool man, she’s cool.”
As Zak was talking his hand moved from my shoulder to my back, slowly stroking up and down, by the end his hand was rubbing the base of my spine, touching the bare skin where my shirt had ridden up.
The drinks arrived and Zak picked up the shot glass and handed it to me, I downed it and he handed me his shot and grinning I downed that too.
He escort ısparta kept stroking my lower back, his fingers focusing more and more on my ass.
Zak picked up the beer bottle and handed it to me, I tilted it up to take a long drink and he held it there, forcing me to shotgun the whole bottle in one go.
I coughed and spluttered as I finished gulping the beer down.
Once I’d finished coughing, Zak handed me his beer and again held it to my mouth making me down the whole bottle. This time I naturally suppressed my gag reflex and allowed the beer to be poured directly down my throat without having to swallow.
Zak gestured for the bartender and told me to buy a round of shots for the table, now drunk I slurred my order to the bartender as Zak moved his hand out of my pants and back around my shoulders, pulling me dangerously close to his sweaty arm pit.
As the shots were poured Zak was telling me about what he’d been up to since I’d last been in town, all the while pulling me closer to him. I was starting to zone out, the shots were starting to kick in, if I wasn’t careful I wasn’t going to be sober enough to get a cab home.
“And then there’s Jessie…” Zak said lifting his arms above his head as he stretched and yawned. On hearing my ex’s name I turned to look at Zak and my face was directly in his sweaty armpit. I breathed it in shock, my nose was filled with his musk, unconsciously I opened my mouth and breathed in as deeply as I could, my ass twitched and nipples tingled.
Zak finished his exaggerated yawn and relaxed back, his arm resting on my shoulders again. He looked down at me, my face was flushed red, my lips open, my eyes glazed and vacant, and he smiled.
Without thinking, I slowly licked his sweat off my lips, smiling vacantly, staring at him blankly. My mouth remained open and I was blushing hard and panting. My cock leaking pre cum as the taste of his sweat sank into my taste buds.
I was in shock, I had just sniffed a guy’s armpit and it made me fucking horny! I too drunk to process what just happened, just that my cock wanted more.
Zak handed me the tray of shots and guided me to the booth, his hand now on around my waist, as I bent over and put the tray on the table he slapped my ass, I jumped a little and pushed my ass back, he grinned and slapped it again, harder, leaving his hand on my ass this time, possessively groping it, my ass wiggled to show its appreciation. He slapped me harder again, making me moan a little, pushed me into the seat and sat down next to me, sandwiching me between him and one of his buddies.
The taste of his sweat lingering in my mouth and his hand on my ass was waking that primal hunger to submit.
All the booze was stopping my cock from getting hard but it didn’t stop the blood rushing to my tits and pussy, making them bigger and more sensitive.
My ass, lips and tits was now tingling with pleasure, itching to be filled, aching to be used, yearning to get fucked.
The rest of the evening in the bar was a bit of a blur, I sat next to Zak already pretty drunk, I didn’t trust myself to speak without slurring, so I kept quiet as banter flowed around me, joining in with the laughter, only drinking when Zak took my hand in his to guide a shot into my mouth, one hand opening my mouth and tilting my head back as the other raised the glass in my hand and poured it down.
The first time he did it, it seemed innocent enough – he didn’t want me to knock over or spill any drinks.
The next time he pulled my hair to tilt my head back as he made me take the shot. My cock flexed, seemed like I liked the embarrassment, the attention, the pain and humiliation.
The next shot he/I spilt some down my shirt and over my face, so he helped me take my shirt off and smeared/wiped the alcohol off my face with his fingers. Then he pushed his fingers in my mouth, telling me to suck them clean, obediently, drunkenly, I did.
His domineering attitude was turning me on, his fingers in my mouth felt good, I closed my eyes and sucked on them, licking them. My ass twitched and my nipples tingled as I sucked, I was barely aware that he now had four fingers in my mouth and he was reaching in as far as he could, suppressing my gag reflex, spit starting to run down my chin.
All of a sudden Zak withdrew his fingers and I took a deep gulp of air, breathing for the first time in what felt like minutes.
He ran his fingers through my hair to wipe the spit off, leaving his hand holding the back of my neck.
Like I was his possession.
Like he owned me.
I looked around in a daze, no one else seemed to have noticed what had happened.
I could feel the desire to submit reawakening, that craving in my ass, in my mouth, in my tits.
The rest of the group stood up and headed outside. I stumbled along after them, Zak had moved one arm around my shoulders to help me keep my balance, and had somehow tilted my head so my nose and mouth was in his sweaty arm pit again.
I was still dizzy from the lack of oxygen when Zak had his fingers in my mouth and was breathing heavily in an attempt to recover, now all I could smell and taste was his sweat and potent musk, my hard nipples ached, my ass was now tingling painfully and it kinda felt, weirdly warm, sticky, almost wet down there.