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Brent's Descent into Bottomhood

Note from the author: I take consent and comfort extremely seriously, and while I have and will continue to play with these themes in writing, this is a fantasy setting and should be interpreted as such. Just because you write about a beheading in your fantasy novel does not mean you favor more beheading in the real world- and the same goes here. Play safe out there and enjoy.

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Brent had been out of the game for awhile. One Friday, off work and bored, he had spent a few minutes swiping and started up a conversation with a woman named Claire. She was different from the other girls- that was for sure. Forward, aggressive, unfiltered. Tattooed and a bit stocky- if he didn't know better he'd pick her in a lineup to be a butch lesbian. Her first question had been if he had ever been pegged before, and if not if he'd be willing to try it. He gave her a no/yes reply, on a hunch that it was what she wanted to hear. He was right and they made plans to meet up Saturday night for a drink.

The night before his first date with Claire, Brent spent a bit of time in the mirror staring at himself. He thought of the world in an analytical way- an engineer's mindset, he liked to tell himself, even if he had never actually learning to write computer code in his job as a product manager at a software company. The man staring back at him was 25, just starting to show a bit of age around the eyes but otherwise what most would consider a physical specimen. He had a well defined jaw, stood a hair over 6ft tall, with bright blue eyes and wavy brown hair he kept cut relatively short. He worked out like clockwork every morning and it showed- he was to slender to be a typical hunky hollywood star, but had enough mass in his chest, shoulders, biceps and back that he could fill a t-shirt. When he'd put a bit of effort in, in his first year out of college, he'd slept with a different woman every week for a year. Then he had switched to focusing on his career, rapidly earning a few promotions to the point where he ran a team of 20. He'd been idly swiping away at Tinder in the bathroom at work when Claire had popped up. She was different from the other girls- that was for sure. Forward, aggressive, unfiltered. Tattooed and strong enough to border on stocky- if he didn't know better he'd pick her in a lineup to be a lesbian. Her first question had been if he had ever been pegged before, and if not if he'd be willing to try it. He'd given her a no/yes reply, on a hunch that it was what she wanted to hear. Minutes later the plans were made, and four hours later here he was, ready to score. He flashed a roguish, just slightly asymmetrical smile into the mirror. It was good to be back on the field.

He met her at a bar he had picked just a few blocks from his apartment. Just in case, he thought. He knew how this game was played, and with a woman as aggressive as Claire the odds were good that they'd be making the walk back.

Eight minutes after their set time, she walked into the bar. Whoa. The pictures hadn't quite done her justice. She was 5'8" Asian woman wearing a form fitting black dress that in what looked like matte latex. As usual, his eyes wandered down first- the dress stopped at the top third of her thigh, and two powerful legs made their way down into black leather boots that sported 4 inch heels. He worked his way back up, admiring the pleasant bulge of her chest- big for an Asian. She made it to him before he could get his eyes up to her face.

Brent wasn't normally one for shame, but he felt a little rush to his cheeks when he saw the way she looked at him. His attractiveness usually generated friendly faces, or at least a certain deference. Instead, her intelligent brown eyes pierced through him as though he was nothing to her.

The rest of the drinks were a blur because he couldn't quite get himself feeling at ease. She was an MIT graduate a few years younger than him. She drank whiskey, neat, ordered by name and brashly insisted he do the same except "a double because you're bigger than me and need to keep up." She was a software engineer at a startup he'd heard of, she liked horror movies and thriller and she liked to ask stunningly direct questions.

What kind of porn to do you watch? "Mostly MFF threesomes, some Lesbian, a bit of casting couch" (he didn't mention the cuckold porn or the occasional sissy shit he stumbled upon and furtively came to- it was hard to browse without find that stuff nowadays).

How many women? "A lot."

Men? "No"

Ever tasted your own cum? "Once- curiosity."

Something you wish you'd done that you haven't? "Hmmm- it would be fun to be part of gang bang."

Claire straightened herself in her seat and smiled. "Ohhh, it would. I've been part of a few and I have to agree, I think you'll like it."

Who is this? The barrage of questions had both left him off balance and a touch aroused- she's a sure thing.

He opened his mouth to start turning the tables on her, but she raised a hand to stop him and ordered a round of gin shots- again making his a double. Brent felt anticipatory satisfaction she wants me drunk, huh? He decided to make a point to feign indifference and make her work for him.

After the shots, she short circuited things. "So when are we going up to your place?"

The elevator door had barely closed before her hands were on him- even after four drinks his response was immediate. He went for her and was shocked to find she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress. His face went to bliss and when he refocused she was looking at him the same way she had when the first met- as if he was a piece of meat, a tool she was using for the night. Fine by me.

He stumbled through the door. She came after, her balance very much intact and pushed him onto one of the couches. Brent prided himself on providing at least ten minutes of foreplay, so he was happy to oblige. The made out- she was forceful but never without losing control. She pulled his pants and shirt off so she could more efficiently grind herself on his leg- all the while keeping that look on her face- concentration, objectification. She's on a fucking mission. After five minutes, she climbed up and smothered him.

Brent had never had his face sat on before- he generally preferred to be on top and in control. The sensations were wild. Her stubble scraped his chin, her smell filled his nostrils, her low moans of satisfaction toyed with his ears. She rocked back and forth in a gentle motion, each beat sending her clit over the ridge of his nose. He moved a hand up to her back, but she grabbed it and forced it above his head. He could have overpowered her if he wanted to, but this was different and refreshing and arousing as fuck. Sometimes, skilled as he was, women left him guessing if they were enjoying themselves. Claire's moans left no doubts was no question whose pleasure this was for.

Suddenly, she squeezed her thighs around him, cutting off his breath He wriggled a bit, tried to get her attention to no avail. She rocked faster now, moaned louder, dripped down his cheek and chin. Brent was about to pass out when she came, a quiver that moved up her body from her hips to her head and the bounced back down to her toes, accompanied by contented mewing sounds. She didn't linger long before hoping off. She'd never even taken off her dress. Brent sat up in shocked disbelief, regaining his breath as she smiled, slipped her shoes on, gave him a coy wave and walked out the door.

The text came minutes later, just as he was preparing to rub one out.

"You were good tonight. Tuesday, 7pm, same bar? I think I owe you something- don't cum before then."

It was a big ask- Brent was too curious to not comply. The next set of drinks went mostly the same as the first- she asked questions about his favorite sex, the last woman he'd been with, what sort of men intimidated him the most. Big black ones, he admitted sheepishly, having never said that aloud before. She smiled reassuringly.

"You're not the only one, dear, its okay. Oh, one last thing- did you follow my instructions?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiled, adding a bit of sarcasm so he didn't seem too servile. He was a player in her game, not a pawn.

She beamed. Her smile was addictive- bright and genuine.

"Oh, good. I'm excited for tonight."

They made out furiously in the elevator and made their way to the couch, same as before. This time her dress joined his jeans and t-shirt on the floor.

After awhile, she interrupted.

"Hey, Brent- I'm struggling a bit to get as turned on as I'd like to be- okay if we watch a bit of porn together?"

Already, it was hard for her to surprise him with a request like this. He fetched his laptop. She plucked it happily from his hands, a bundle of energy, and quickly navigated to a site. You can tell she's an engineer, that's for sure.

The porn she chose wasn't his usual, but as she put an arm around him, her head on his shoulder, a hand on his cock and gently wrapped her leg around his he was in no place to complain.

It was an MMF threesome. The woman was a hot brunette with pale milky skin and a huge rack. One of the guys looked not too dissimilar to Brent, with a serviceable 6 inch dick and ass that protruded proudly.

"I just love his little ass." Claire cooed.

The other was a giant- at least two inches taller and longer, and maybe 20 pounds heavier than the Brentclone. Most of it was muscle.

The giant had the woman over his lap and was spanking her as the sucked Brentclone's cock. Each blow made a bright red handprint on her ass. Both her and the guy she was servicing were moaning audibly. A low edm beat boomed in the background.

"Mmmm" Claire shifted in her seat, gently rubbing up and down on Brent's cock and shifting a bit to get more solid contact onto her clit. Good, its working. We can get down to business soon. Brent would never admit it to her but the last few days had been tough- several times he'd thought about almost losing consciousness with her pussy locked around his face and it had made resisting the urge to cum harder that it should have been.

The giant moved the brunette off of him and with a few quick motions re-arranged the scene. Now the brunette was on her back, Bc was on all fours straddling her, letting her continue her work. The giant lumbered around and thrust his cock into Bc's throat.

It was an impressive thing- 8 inches, girthy, and Bc struggled to take it. The giant was insistent, wrapping a huge hand around Bc's head and giving him no option to pull away.

Brent was transfixed. He'd never watched a guy give a blowjob before, and the camera angle made clear that this was the focus of the scene. In a deft motion, Claire brought his cock lose from his boxers and intensified her assault. He moaned a bit. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that she was shifting her eyes back and forth between the porn and him. And... did she just lick her lips?

The giant's cock was veiny and glistening with Bc's sweat- he withdrew it all the way, a thin string of precum hanging from Bc's lower lip to the tip, before slamming it back in. Bc's eyes looked up at him in pure submissive ecstasy, the way a hundred girls had looked up at Brent. Claire's ministrations quickened a bit and she began to gently lick his ear lobe and neck.

"Slow down" Brent breathed. "We've got lots more to do."

"I don't think so." She gave him that look again and gripped him just a little harder, adjusting to wrap her thumb and index finger around his frenulum.

The giant grunted, obviously coming, and just as a bit of white started to show at the corner of Bc's mouth the camera shifted to the floor, where Bc was coming onto the brunette's chest as she stroked him. That safe, hetero visual was all Brent needed- he detonated into Claire's hand, closing his eyes, grunting loudly and deeply as he slumped back into the couch.

He reflexively crunched together as if punched in the gut when she withdrew her hand a few seconds too early, ruining the back half of his orgasm. Bitch either doesn't know what she's doing or that was on purpose... he thought in a flash of anger before the post-orgasmic bliss set in anyway. She made up for it by shifting off the couch onto her knees and licking the cum off his thigh without breaking eye contact... then in one smooth motioned moved up his body, kissing him. It tasted salty and warm and he would have sworn she was pushing his cum into his mouth. She wrapped a hand around his head and made sure it couldn't move back. He caught her meaning and dutifully swallowed to get the taste out of his mouth.

She withdrew then, eyes glistening, teeth bared, glare as intense as ever.

"Good boy." She said, all seriousness. Sixty seconds later she was out the door again.

This time, it look a bit longer for the text. He wondered if he had disappointed her somehow- it never crossed his mind to text her himself.

Finally, after three hours, she sent him a picture of a veiny purple dildo glistening, just the tip nestled inside her pussy.

"Came hard thinking about how good you were today. Thursday? Be good in the meantime and I'll make it worth your while. I'm a third date kind of girl."

They skipped the pleasantries of drinks at the bar this time, instead sipping on a whiskey she'd had him buy and keep handy at his place. Again, she made sure he consumed at least twice as much as her.

After a few minutes of making out, she bit her lip. "It was a long day at work, okay if we watch a bit of porn again to get me in the mood? It's not you, I swear, I'm just stressed lately."

He obliged and the video she pulled up this time wasn't dissimilar to the one from last time. Again MMF with mismatched men. This time the giant was a beefy Asian guy, 6'2" at least 180 pounds, with an Asian girl of Claire's build and a 5'8" skinny white guy with short blond hair and blue eyes. She took a long drag from her drink, motioning to Brent to do the same She then nestled in, guiding his fingers to her pussy while her hand got busy on his cock through his underwear.

"I hope you're not planning on just a handjob again." Brent still felt on the back foot with her a bit, but he had options ad didn't need to be with her. Her eyes flared with... anger? joy? Somehow its hard to tell.

"Oh you'll get quite a bit more if you're good." She nodded towards the video as if to make watching a precondition.

The girl was on her back on a bench getting spitroasted- the blond fucking her with her legs over his shoulders while her head hung over the far edge, taking as much of the Asian guy's enormous cock as she could manage into her petite little mouth. So much for the stereotypes. Damn.

She moaned into his girth, and he used his vantage point to have one hand around her through and use another to roughly grab her bouncing chest. A little glob of spit sat in her right eye, dribbling down her cheek. Brent found himself wondering what it must feel like to be her, trying to shift focuses between a cock taking your pussy and your mouth. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. He shifted in his seat.

"Mmmmm" Claire seemed to be enjoying it as well.

Like in the last video, as things intensified the Asian stud took control. He moved over to the blond guy, pulling shoving him away from the bench. With a hand, he forced him to his knees. The blond looked- reluctant? Certainly disturbed from being interrupted mid-fucking. The Asian grabbed his head and impaled it on his cock forcefully. The girl scrambled off of the bench and joined, alternating between licking the studs balls and using her own hands to move the blond's head back and forth.

Finally, it progress to the main event. The poor blond was moaning now, lost in lust as the woman licked up and down his neck. Then he was all on fours, his cute (is that the right word?) little asshole puckered and exposed. She made out with him while he spanked him, hard, leaving prints on his pale round ass ass. His cock hung, heavy and proportional, dripping precum.

The camera focused clearly on the moment of penetration. The pucker as his tight hold responded to the intrusion, the sudden relaxation as it yield, the hunger as it contracted around. It cut briefly towards his face Bliss. Brent thought, not longer editing his own thoughts.

Claire's hands were working expertly on his cock now, though his attention had been elsewhere for awhile. The video cut back to a side view of the white boy getting pounded, moaning and swaying. The woman stood up, carefully positioning herself so that he could lick her and he did, hungrily. For an instant the stud withdrew- the blond's gaping pink asshole seemed impossibly large and it swayed back, wriggling, missing the fullness.

Then he was being pounded again, used viciously. The asian pulled herself away from his glistening face and positioned herself near his cock. Brent felt himself quiver, anticipating the straight action that would give him the license he needed to cum. He had been fighting it for awhile now.

He came, shaking, his cum pooling into the Asian's outreached hands. She hadn't touched him. The stud came too, shortly after, filling his ass with cum.

Brent pulsed. Don't come, don't come. He couldn't have Claire thinking he enjoyed this- it was for her, all for her. By the feeling on his leg, it was working too.

He watched as the blond dazed in a meek afterglow. Like a little girl. The women held his cum to his face and he licked it obediently, still moaning slightly as his dick shrank on his frame.

The last shot of the film was the big Asian sitting back on the couch, arms stretched out along the back, with his two companions each snuggled into an armpit.

The screen faded to black and Brent became aware of his breathing. Claire had slowed her work, easing him down from his closeness.

"Oh, I just love that one" her voice was bouncy "the way that boy takes cock is so hot." She looked at Brent mischievously, gently stroking the most sensitive part of his cock, which was straining at its own skin in its hardness. "Have you ever had anything in your ass, baby?"

He knew what was going on- it was clear now. This was a ploy on her part, an attempt to break him down.

"No, and not tonight either. Let's fuck." The words sounder meeker coming from his mouth than he had meant.

"Oh come, on, just a finger. Then you can have this." She led his hand to her pussy, which had been wet for so long the outer bits were tacky around a core of pure liquid softness.

He fell silent, weighing his options. She used that to take the initiative.

"Oh, good. Turn around now."

On autopilot, overcome by his horniess, he did and nervously lifted his ass into the air.

"Good boy." Brent quivered.

Claire stared at it admirously. His ass was her favorite part, deliciously bubbly and sure to be tight.

As she ran a lubbed finger around his rim, she started to talk.

"Oh, Brent, its so hot the way you listened to my instructions just then."

She wrapped a hand around, holding his cock loosely- enough to tease but nowhere near the sensation required to build him anywhere.

"And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked my little video too."

He went to speak, to deny it, but she rubbed him harder while taking his ass up to the knuckle and all that came out was a moan.

"It's okay, baby, its perfectly normal. That guy was pretty hot." She bit her lip.

"I mean, both of them here. The white boy? Mmmm" Another inch of finger, another sweet moan. She was halfway in, and started making little motions. She was rewarded with her first wriggle.

"What a cute little ass, like yours." She pulled her finger out, all at once, knowing how uncomfortable the sensation would be. Working his cock the whole time, she spanked him hard on the ass and felt him twitch.
She pulled back and turned him around onto his back. She almost came when she saw the look on his face. He was horny, to be sure, but also dazed, confused, unsure. Vulnerable in the way someone who's just been anally penetrated for the first time often is.

She straddled him, running her outermost along his length. He was gasping, moaning, shaking his head, totally lost.

"Baby, I want to watch you with a man. I want you to let a man fuck you"

His eyes flared, his mouth twitched. No... no way. She put her finger to his lips to silence him.

"Oh, oh, it would turn me on so much. Say you will, say you will and I'll take you right now. Oh, please Brent."

She quickened her own movements, giving the illusion of urgency. If Brent could have focused, he would see the same face of concentration she had been giving him the whole time.

Fuck, if it what it takes, what's the harm in saying .

"Yes."

"Yes, what, baby?"

"Yes, I'll let a man fuck me for you. Please, please fuck me."

She beamed at him. "Good boy, I knew you wanted it."

As she first settled down onto him he thought he'd died. She settled in with long, luxurious strokes. And kept talking.

"Oh baby, I want to see you suck his cock. Will you?"

"Sure... sure Claire."

"Oh, and I want you to watch him fuck me, fuck this cunt you're enjoying right now."

Fuck, this is alot.

"Ah, ah, okay."

Claire moaned all the more loudly, looked into his eyes and said "Good boy" as she gently withdrew herself from his cock and stood up.

He had been, at worst, two strokes from coming and the disappointment and shock hit him like a truck. "Whaa?"

"That's enough for tonight, baby. I have to head home." A minute later she was out the door.

Brent stayed on the couch, staring at their conversation on his phone, waiting for the indication that she was typing. After ten minutes had passed, he got it.

It was a link. "Be a good boy and cum to this for me. Don't let me down."

He opened it. It was a video labeled "Curiosity" and it was six minutes long.

Low house music played.

There was a huge black cock, it was being sucked. No, worshiped. The Asian devotee's lips, teeth mouth and tongue were treating it like a sacred object- gentle licks, nibbles and bites. It might as well have been, for its size. Fuck, Brent thought, its enormous.

The camera panned smoothly up the man's body. It was chiseled, all creases and pulsing muscle. He was impossibly broad, and his face wore and a smug satisfied impression. Offscreen, you could tell he had a hand on her head, keeping her where she belonged. He sighed contentedly.

"Ahh, you're good little cockslut Kevin. You love that big black cock don't you. I could tell from the first time I met you in the locker room, caught you starting, you were born for this."

Brent was puzzled, coming to realization just as the camera panned out to reveal an asian boy, on his knees, naked. He was skinny, less than half the size of the man, and very engaged with his work. Between his knees swung a cock that looked almost comically small, ringed by a sparse circle of hair.The huge black hand tightened on his hair and pulled his head back. There had been even more cock in his mouth than Brent could've guessed.

"Beg me."

"Oh please sir, please, take me, I'm your slut, your useless slut."

"Tell me how we met."

Kevin looked down... in shame?

"Oh, I had a girlfriend, a new one I met at the gym. She broke me down and brought me to you. She told me it would be hot to see me with you."

"And now?"

He looked up, eyes wet.

"I'm a cockslut, sir. She's given me away."

An asian woman walked into the frame, only visible from the neck down, wearing a tight black dress.

"That's a good boy. Now turn around for Darren, baby." She cooed.

The rest of the video was quick cuts.

Kevin's lips parting in a wide O as Darren impaled him.

A close up of his tight little asshole wrapping around the cock.

A panned shot showing the cock almost as wide as one of his asscheeks disappearing into his thing, soft little body.

A view from below as his cock and balls swayed with each powerful thrust.

Back out to the side profile- the massive length was sliding in and out easier now, and both Kevin and Darren were moaning loudly.

Kevin licking the womans's pussy, hungrily.

Darren flipping him around, onto his back, and lifting his legs up, his cock laying useless on his stomach.

She licked it gently as Darren started to ram him in the new position, his hips bucking to meet each stroke.

Finally, a close up of his sweet little back, contorting into bliss as it came. The drips cum, raining down on his eyes, nose and cheeks.

Not that much cum for such a big guy. Brent thought to himself.

The camera panned down, just a few inches, just in time to catch a huge rope of hot cum landing on his mouth. The first wave had been Kevin's. This was Darren's. Kevin flexed to take it into his mouth, hungrily sucking as much cum as he could from the monster.

Brent came, harder than he ever had before, so hard he fell off the couch.

Claire's next message came about half an hour later.

"See you Saturday at my place. 8pm. Be good, no cumming until then. I want it all for myself."

Brent's head spun. The last five days had been unlike anything he'd ever experienced. A mix of lust, curiosity and her sheer will had dragged his brain well outside of its comfort zone. On one hand, it was a quite a game- we wanted desperately to cum inside Claire, to finally win over this beautiful, wild person. On the other- the boys from the videos stuck in his mind. There was a part of him that was activated watching them submit, a part that excited him- not the surging excitement of being in control, but something subtler, more complex and less intentional. I have lines, though. He thought. I'm not gay. I'll do what it takes to fuck her properly, tell her what she needs to hear, and then I'll never go back again.

She lived on a high floor of a luxury building, an apartment way nicer than his own. He rang the doorbell, just a bit after 8pm, and was greeted at the door by a guy who towered over him. Wearing a tanktop and shorts, he looked like he might moonlight as a Dothraki extra in Game of Thrones. Brent tilted his head up to look him in the eye and took half a step back at the same time.

"Hey- you must be Brent." He flashed a set of brilliant white teeth. "I'm Jason, Claire's told me lots about you."

Brent couldn't help but look flummoxed. Jason changed his expression to one of reassurance.

"Don't worry, I'm not her boyfriend. Just her roommate. Come on in."

It was a gorgeous place- white marble countertops, a city view, a white leather couch and slate gray wood flooring. In the place of a coffee table was a large letter ottoman and a daybed clung to the back left corner. On the wall hung an enormous TV. No doubt Claire put it to good use.

"Claire! Brent's here."

She emerged from her bedroom a picture of perfection. Without need to go outside, she wore an impossibly short yellow sundress that fell just a few inches below her waist. Whether the gray material Brent could occasionally glimpse at the bottom was underwear or shorts was entirely ambiguous. Brent swallowed and bit his lip a bit.

"Eyes up here, silly." Claire said, playful with a serious undertone.

"I'm going to head to bed, I have to be up early tomorrow" Jason called out as he disappeared into his bedroom and closed the door.

In the smooth graceful motions of someone comfortable in their own home, Claire started playing a bit of house music. Brent's ears twitched in unplaceable familiarity.

"Can I make you a drink?"

The sat and caught up drinking whiskey- his was at least a triple. Claire explained that she had been on a date Friday night, but had left early after it was clear the guy just wanted to fuck her.

"He was a real stud though, it would have been fun but I've had my fill of that."

Brent's eyes found his feet. Whether intentionally or not, she'd reminded him that she had options.

Drinks drained, they started to make out. As it intensified, he withdrew. "What about Jason? Should we go to your bedroom?"

She smiled "He's a heavy sleeper, don't worry about it."

He had already prepared himself for the challenge of not requiring a video to get her in the mood, so he busily went to work between her thighs. She moaned and put her hand on the back of his head as he lapped at her clit, but noticeably didn't wetten. Fuck.

"Baby, sorry to do this again, but can we watch something? I want to be wet enough to take your big cock inside me." The way she said big rang a bit hollow. He felt frustratingly incapable of pleasing her, a problem he'd never had before.

"Uhh, sure."

She rewarded his acquiescence with a big smile and bounce. "Great! I have something special for you."

She drew the blinds, dimmed the lights and turned on the TV.

The video was in a room not dissimilar to the one they were in now. Brent's head spun a bit as his drink started to hit him.

A white boy was framed by the head and shoulder of an Asian girl. He was pale, dark haired and fit but slim with a confident wreath of stubble around his face. He had a drink in his hand.

"So you've never been with a boy?" said the girl.

He scoffed "No, why would I? They do nothing for me."

Claire's skillful little hands were stroking Brent in a pattern that was beginning to feel familiar and comfortable.

The next shot was filled with the same boy's face. It went from shock, to pain and then made the gradual transition to pleasure that Brent had seen in the videos from earlier. The camera withdrew and revealed a dark skinned, jacked guy ramming him from behind as he breathed "fuck, fuck, fuck." The pan stopped just short of the guy's head, focusing on his abs, chest and biceps. Brent's cock twitched a bit. Claire shifted in her seat and started to lick his ear. "Keep watching, good boy" she breathed. He was rock hard.

The rest of the video was more of the same. Guy after guy professed views on the spectrum ranging from homophobia to dispassionate indifference, and then were fucked.

A chubby Asian guy gave a sloppy blowjob to a girthy brown cock. Cum oozed from the sides of his mouth.

A tall, thin black guy on all fours came violently as his muscular legs pulsed, strong hands around his waist keeping him in line.

A tanned blond white guy, went from chortling "I'm no queer" to, in the next shot, being mercilessly pegged in the ass by an Asian girl while sucking a guy off. He was handcuffed.

Brent was transfixed.

Then, quick cuts of their faces, one by one, covered in cum as they all repeated a refrain. "I'm a slut for cock."

Claire was soaked, running down Brent's leg in her excitement as the video ended. Placing his thoughts, aside, Brent made his move. He lift Claire and bit and went to put her onto her back. She was ready.

She put her hand around his neck, stopping him.

"No.

I have a rule. One last rule, then you get to fuck me if you want, you horny little boy."

So close. "What's the rule?"

"I only fuck boys I've fucked."

Brent blinked, puzzled, then she reached under the couch and brought out a harness. Hanging from it was a good sized dick, his size with maybe a smidge of extra girth.

It felt like the familiar trap all over again. He fell back a bit. "Ummm"

She leapt at his hesitation. "You're so close to what you want, and I know you like the videos. Be a good boy, over the ottoman."

Brent's head spun. Claire guided him over, and positioned him just so. "Stay." He stayed.

In what felt like seconds, the strap-on was on. She languidly wandered around such that it hung in his face. He looked up at her, tears welling up in his eyes from the discomfort and indecision.

Then the black plastic cock was in his mouth, and her hand was on the back of his head. She thrust it in until he gagged, then slowly began fucking his mouth. I didn't feel like much, other than the stretch of his lips around her and the faint taste of plastic, but her moans were enough to keep it erotic.

Then she popped out and went back behind.

"Wait, wait, no..."

She slapped his ass. His cock twitched, jammed between his stomach and the ottoman.

"Spread them." He didn't quite comply, but he didn't resist either as she used her hands to get his ass apart.

She eased her way in and it fucking hurt.

"Ah, no, no, slow." Suddenly he felt light in from of him, and he looked up to see a side angle shot of the two of them, with her cock half submerged in his ass.

It hit him just as the took in in one last painful thrust. He was another in a long line. Oh, fuck. He watched the cock disappear into his right little ass. He watched her curvy asian hips back in and out and in again. Each one hurt a little less than the first until it was a dull throb. She was moaning loudly, clearly enjoying herself, but there was no pleasure for him. Ha, not gay. He thought triumphantly. He'd let her have her fun and then show her who was really in charge. Still, she kept stroking and the sensation caused a few little moans to escape his lips. Then... oh, no. It started to build slowly, not like any sexual sensation he'd ever felt. There was a spot, and when the flared head of her cock scraped alongside side it a quiver went from his toes to his head and back. The build was slow and tenuous. He noticed on the screen how careful she was being. She's good at this, fuck. Then he remembered the video, all those other guys. No, no, no.

As if she could sense his resolve to put an end building, she started talking.

"Oh, baby, you're so hot like this taking my cock. That's right, right it. I see your little ass backing up, trying to get more in." Shit, I am. "Oh sweet baby, you'll be a cockslut soon. Oh yes you will."

He was panting now, moaning, grinding his cock against the ottoman for a bit of extra sensation.

She withdrew. He felt...empty. The hardness was off, tossed to the side, and she flipped him around and was riding him, kissing him, her mouth all over his chest and neck, her hair in his face, then a nipple between his lips. The feel of her labia against him was so exquisite with each rub he thought he might pass out.

She got up and with those insistent, confident hands positioned him on all fours facing the window. With her on the ottomon, it was just the right angle to lick her.

"Oh yess, yesss she purred," she was soaked, moreso than ever, her hands all over his head. Finally she stopped and looked down at him, his face glistening.

"Baby, you're such a good boy. Would you take a cock for me? A real one?"

Fuck no. Brent knew this was a test of his resolve. Horny, dazed, fucked, he'd never felt so weak and malleable. The pussy in front of him seemed to shine, and his ass twitched a bit.

"Sure..."

"Call me mistress."

There wasn't much he'd say no to at this point.

"Sure... mistress."

"Mmmm, good boy."

She spun him around and Jason's cock was in his face. The second shoe dropped. It was him in those videos. The cock dripped with precum. He's been watching us.

Her hands were on the back of his head, and he looked up from the cock to Jason's washboard abs, huge biceps. Hanging over his heavy chest was a smug face. Then the cock was pressed up against his tightly closed lips.

"Come on boy," Jason said gruffly," I've already seen what a slut you are. I know you'll like. You were born for it." No... no... I wasn't.

They stayed like that for a few seconds. Again he caught himself admiring Jason's body before locking eyes with him. Claire's presence behind him and Jason's hands on his shoulders made it impossible to move. The cock strained insistently at his mouth.

Without warning, Claire ran her tongue from his collarbone to his ear while stroking him. He moaned involuntarily, and that was all it took. It was in. As if to make sure it was enjoyable, Claire kept at it with kisses and rubbing, whispering "Good boy, suck it, suck your master's cock" into his ear in a rhythm.

He tasted a rush of salt from the precum, and a vague dankness that was familiar from his own cock. It got a bit deep and he gagged- it was thicker and longer than the strap on. And... better? His tongue, unsure of where to place itself, ran over veins and the bulging head. The fleshiness, the warmth, the insistence of each thrust. Tears ran gently down his face with impossible to label emotion. Jason moaned. I'm doing well. There was a certain power in that, in being good, at making the man in front of him happy. For a few brief strokes it got rougher and rougher, then it was out. A string of drool ran down his chin.

"He's a natural, Claire."

She swung around and kissed him on the mouth.

"Good boy, Brent, such a good boy."

"I want him." Jason's voice was so low.

"No, no, not yet, he's not ready yet, it was just his first time."

Brent felt paralyzed. He doesn't mean...

Ignoring her, Jason lifted Brent up so easily, fuck he's strong and placed him on the ottoman on his back.

To his surprise, Jason kneeled down between his legs, took his cock in hand and began to lick it. His tongue was rough and his mouth was strong, nothing like Claire's delicate work.

He lost track of her until her pussy appeared above his face and settled in.

The smell rushed his nostrils and he licked with wild abandon, trying to stay in sync with Jason's expert work on his cock. Jason's tongue wandered, tracing his balls before going even lower and gently circling his ass. Brent's hips bucked. A strong, veined hand gripped his cock lightly and Claire's rocking intensified along with her moans.

Claire picked herself up off him and started licking his ear again, whispering in between licks.

"He's going to take you, Brent.

This has been the plan on along.

You've been such a good boy

I know you're ready.

You'll be such a good cockslut for us"

All Brent could muster was moans.

He heard a squirt of lube, then his legs were gripped firmly around the ankles and lifted up. The head of Jason's cock bumped the base of his balls and slowly migrated downward, the head settling into the depressed, nestled and ready. He squirmed.

Claire pinched one of his nipples.

"Look at your master and beg for it, boy."

"No..."

She lifted a leg over him and straddled him, facing Jason. Suddenly he was right at her entrance.

"I told you you'd be able to fuck me tonight, and now you can. All you have to do is beg him."

She wriggled herself, nestled his cock into her folds.

Brent gasped. Fuck, oh fuck.

"Please, please... fuck me."

"More specific, bitch." Jason hiked his legs up a bit as he said it.

"Please master, fuck me, fuck me with your cock."

They both descended on him at once. It hurt and felt amazing all at once, his mind blurred the two sensations together.

"Ugh, he's so tight, he's so tight Claire."

She kissed Jason's chest. "I know baby, I know, we'll loosen him up. Darren will love him.

Brent was overwhelmed as the sensation of taking Jason made the same transition from discomfort to joy that Claire's strap-on had.

He tilted his head back and could see the TV upside down, an incredible scene of Claire's just-so body making circles on his cock while Jason's rippling figure and girth pounded him. He splayed his legs a bit, trying to take him deeper.

"Oh, ohh, tell us what you are boy." Claire gasped out between moans.

"I'm... I'm a cockslut. I'm your cockslut mistress, and yours sir...master. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm all yours."

Claire came first, crying out and straightening up on his cock as she shivered. It was all too much for Brent- he detonated inside of her, spurts coordinating with Jason's insistent pounding.
The tension left his body and he collapsed over the ottoman, spent. Claire climbed off, drew a finger down and scooped a glob of cum out of her. She held it over his mouth and it formed a drop. She gave him the very same look she had when the first met, and he wordlessly opened his mouth. The salty warmth hit his tongue and he swallowed, knowing spitting wasn't in the cards. Jason lumbered over and without delay began coating his face in cum. Again all his instincts, Brent smiled as the afterglow set in and the last glob of cum landed on his upper lip.

He blinked and opened his eyes to see Claire with a handheld camera. He knew what to say, she didn't need to ask. He looked at the camera, cum dripping down his chin, and said:

"I'm a slut for cock."

Epilogue

An hour later, the three of them were still on the couch. Brent was nestled into Jason's armpit and had dozed off. Claire, her hand on his chest, looked up at Jason and smiled.

"He's the one, babe. I think we can take him all the way."

Jason looked down at Brent sleeping peacefully.

"I can't wait."

To be continued.
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