The Sex Slave Agreement

Thanks to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.

When I turned 18 my girlfriend went to University, and I remained at home. I never had any plans on going. My parents died when I was young, so now I was 18 I had to get a job and my own apartment. It was small, but it was big enough for me.

I never had much belongings, but I wasn't exactly money motivated. So just a couple of jeans and t-shirts was all I ever needed. I had never been much of a gamer, either. Books were my hobby, so instead of a TV I had a large bookshelf.

It took me less than a day to move in, but there I was in my new home.

The apartment had a living room / kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. I was sat on my sofa, reading a book while daydreaming about my girlfriend. She had only been gone a few weeks and I already missed her massively, especially since we only had sex once before she left, so I knew how good it was, but I wasn't getting any!

Then, as I was reading, a knock appeared on my door.

Saving my place in my book, I went to answer the door. When it opened, I saw a giant of a man stood on the other side. And when I say giant, I mean giant! I was only five foot seven, but he towered over me! He had short cut hair and a shaved face, but he was only wearing a vest and his very hairy body was obvious.

I assumed he had gone for a run as he was very sweaty, but he was smiling down at me. This man was twice my size in length and muscle, but he was smiling at me, and I suddenly became afraid.

"Hi, I'm John." He said, his voice deep and angelic.

"H... Hi..." I stuttered.

Being on my own for the first time, I became worried that he was going to rob or attack me, even with that kind smile and piercing green eyes.

"I'm your neighbour," He said in a friendly tone which instantly put me at ease. "I saw you moved in and wanted to introduce myself."

John stuck out a sweaty hand, and the muscles all down his arm were bulging. Then I reached forward, but his hand swallowed mine.

"I'm Liam." I whispered, still a little afraid. His strong grip hurt my hand, but he let go quickly.

"Well it's nice to meet you," John said. "I'm just next door, but don't worry, I don't throw parties or make too much noise."

I smiled when he said that, feeling the worry in my body release. I tried to figure out his age, but if I had to guess, he was maybe 30.

"You don't have to worry about me partying either," I told him with a smile.

We stood there in awkward silence for a moment until he clapped his big hands together.

"Well, if you ever need anything, just knock." He said.

"Thanks." I replied and watched him walk away, and I couldn't help but admire how muscular his hairy back was.

I wondered if my girlfriend would have wanted me to go to the gym. I always had a slim, hairless body. Muscles weren't something I ever even tried to get.

After I closed the door, I went back to my book and thought nothing of it.

--

I had been living in the apartment for just over two weeks. I worked Monday to Friday, so now that it was the weekend I was just relaxing on my own in silence. I had spoken to my girlfriend for nearly an hour, and now I was reading my book again when I heard a loud bang that made my entire apartment shake.

I ran outside in a panic and then heard a few grunts coming from John's apartment. As soon as I was in front of his door, I knocked on. It took a minute or two, but he answered with a smile and a heavy breath.

"Hey, I heard a bang. Is everything okay?" I asked.

John was sweating, and it took me a moment to realise that he didn't have a shirt on. His very hairy body was soaking wet, his hair matted together as his large chest heaved up and down.

"Yeah, sorry," He panted, "I'm doing a workout and dropped a weight."

His muscles were literally bulging, and his veins looked like they could pop. Well, the veins I could see through his hair. In his sweaty, panting state, I couldn't help but admire his physique and his jawline that could cut glass.

"Oh, do you need any help?" I asked, but going off his size, I wouldn't be able to help lift any weights that he used.

"Nah, it's alright," He told me and smiled. "I'm all done now."

"Okay, no worries." I replied and prepared to leave before I felt a strong, big hand on my shoulder. It felt like his grip could rip my shoulder off.

"Hey," He said as I turned back to look at him, "do you want to come in for a cup of tea?"

My initial thoughts were no, I wasn't very sociable and wanted to get back to my silent apartment, but his smile was infectious. I don't know what was going on in my head, whether it was out of social awkwardness or my desire to please people, but I opened my mouth and spoke.

"Yeah, sure." I replied.

John turned, and I followed into his apartment. It was a similar set up to mine but with much more expensive furniture. On one side of his apartment were his weights, yep, they're huge! I thought.

"Take a seat." John told me.

As I sat down John turned his back to me to fill the kettle. Once again I marvelled at his huge, sweaty, hairy back.

"So, tell me a bit about yourself." John said as he put the kettle on.

"Not much really," I replied while my eyes wandered around the apartment. "I've just turned 18, and I work as an Admin in a sales company. I have a girlfriend who's at Uni."

"Girlfriend?" John asked. For some reason, that was the part that got his attention.

"Y-yeah," I nervously replied, "we've been together a while."

John filled the mugs with boiling water, still facing away from me.

"How are you finding the long distance?" John asked.

My eyes once again found their way to his topless body, but you can't blame me. It was like looking at a god.

"It's not bad," I told him. "We speak on the phone a few times a week."

John turned around, and we made eye contact. I knew he caught me staring at his body, and I immediately diverted my eyes, but John smiled.

"Here you go," John said as he handed me the tea. "Hope you don't mind me having my top off? I'm all sweaty."

"N... No, it's fine." I stuttered out as he sat down next to me.

His sofa was large, but so was he, and his warm, hot presence was very apparent.

"If you ever want to workout together, you're welcome to come round," John told me. "Get some muscles on you for when you see your girl."

I had zero intentions on working out with him. That would be too embarrassing, but I wanted to be polite.

"Erm, yeah, maybe." I said.

My mouth found the rim of the mug when his hand landed on my shoulder and nearly threw me off the sofa. In reality it was only a light touch, but he was strong, and I was weak.

"You seem like a good kid," John told me as his fingers dug into my shoulder. "I'm a personal trainer, by the way."

I should've guessed that by his size to be honest.

"Cool, do you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," John replied and pulled his hand away from me. "Helps that I train some hot men."

WHAT?! My mind froze! Is he gay?

"And women." John then said.

Wait, so he's bi?

I suddenly became very self-conscious about being alone with a gay man twice my size. I just hoped he didn't have any funny ideas.

My new nerves must have been apparent when John spoke again.

"Sorry, does that bother you?" He asked.

I could sense the offence in his voice, which was something I didn't intend. I had no problem with gay or bisexual people.

"No, sorry, I just didn't realise." I told him.

This brought the beautiful smile back to John's face.

"What can I say," He laughed, "I take anything I can get."

Being a shy, inexperienced young man who didn't have friends to talk to about these things, John's openness about sex made me uncomfortable.

"I'm guessing you've never swung the other way?" He asked.

John's giant left arm went against the back of the sofa. His hand was just past me, but Jesus, his muscles were huge! I must have been like a twig compared to him.

"Erm, no." I whispered and stared into the steam was pouring out of the tea mug.

"You're missing out." John laughed and patted my back.

Again there was an awkward silence between us as I sipped at the hot tea.

"So, what do you do for fun?" John asked. "No girlfriend or anything around."

"I read mostly," I told him, "or work."

"That's cool," John said. "I've never been much of a reader. Do you enjoy your job?"

"Erm, yeah, it's not bad," I told him. "It means I can afford somewhere to live anyway."

John sipped on his tea. Although it was boiling hot, that didn't seem to affect him. I watched as he sat back, his abs shining through his sweaty hair.

"Do you have family around here?" He asked me.

"No," I replied, always hating the topic, "my parents died when I was young. I've been in foster homes ever since, so I'm on my own."

His hand landed on my back once more, but this time it was a soft touch.

"I'm sorry to hear that, mate," He said. "You okay?"

I nodded and looked down.

"Yeah, it was a long time ago. I'm fine." I replied.

John downed his tea, and I drank mine as quickly as I could, and then he stood up.

"I need a shower," He said. "I must stink."

"You don't smell bad." I replied before I realised what was coming out of my mouth.

When I did look up in horror, John was smiling down at me. His huge body totally covered me, and I felt like a tiny toy beneath him.

He kept looking at me, why is he staring? I thought.

"Do you want to come in with me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

My heart beat out of my chest! This brute of a man was asking me to shower with him! I couldn't believe what was going on!

Then it hit me! He was waiting for me to leave! The sarcastic tone in his voice; that must have been it.

"Sorry, I'll go." I replied and downed the last of the tea, which burnt my mouth.

"No worries, kid," John said and patted my back as I headed to the door, again almost throwing me to the floor. "Speak soon."

I went back to my apartment with my head spinning. I couldn't believe that I actually thought he was asking me to shower with him! I was being so stupid!

That night though, as I slept, I was sure John came into my dream.

--

I brushed that strange time with John out of my head and went about my life as normal. Work was quiet, which bored me, and I was only just getting by on what I earned. I couldn't afford to go out or do anything, not that I had any friends to do anything with.

My girlfriend and I were staying in touch on a regular basis, although I was growing a little jealous. Not just about her spending time with other boys, but because she was having such a good time. I felt a little stuck.

I was sat bored on my sofa when a knock appeared on the door. I opened it to see John there, dressed in a tight t-shirt that gripped onto his muscular body. He also wore gym shorts that showed off his tree trunk legs that were covered in hair.

"Hey," John said with a smile, "just seeing what you're up to?"

"Oh, erm, not much." I replied, confused as to why he just decided to knock on.

"I've just gotten an award for my PT," He said. "All of my mates were busy, but I was wondering if you wanted to celebrate with me? Go for a drink?"

I looked at this older man awkwardly.

"Thanks, but I don't really have spare money at the minute." I told him, which was the truth.

"Don't worry about that," John said and patted my arm so hard I thought it was going to bruise. "I can pay. I just want someone to have some fun with."

There was my only excuse gone, but to be fair, I thought it would be good for me to get out of the house.

"Sure, why not?" I replied.

I grabbed my jacket, and together we went to a bar which was only a five minute walk away.

"Beer?" John asked me as I sat down in a booth.

"Just water for me," I told him and received a raised eyebrow. "I don't really drink.

"No problem." John told me and headed towards the bar.

He was impossible to lose sight of as he towered over everyone and was twice everyone's width.

Not long later he was back at our table with a beer for himself and a water for me.

"Cheers." He said and raised his glass.

"Congrats." I replied and clinked my glass against his.

He took a gulp of beer while I sipped on my water.

"So, you barely seem to leave your apartment, other than for work," John said. "Do you not hang out with mates or anything?"

I looked at my drink, kind of embarrassed.

"Not really," I told him. "I'm not the most sociable person in the world, not many friends."

"Well, you have a friend now." He told me with a smile.

I smiled at that. Even with all of the awkward moments I've had with John, he seemed like a nice guy.

"What about you?" I asked. "Where are your friends?"

"Oh, they're all off fucking some men or women I guess," He told me, and I nearly choked on my drink. "Sorry, sometimes my mouth works faster than my head!"

"It's okay." I said though a coughing fit.

"If you ever split with your missus, I know a few girls who like younger men," John told me, "unless... you would prefer the other side... then I know a lot of guys who would love you."

His eyes were burning into my very soul, being so unsubtle about his meaning.

"Erm, I'm okay," I told him. "I don't think we'll break up anytime soon."

"Fair enough," He replied. "So, times are a bit tough at the minute?"

"Yeah," I replied, "work doesn't pay a lot and cost of living is high. I'm just about earning enough to pay rent."

"That's shit," John told me. "Young guy like you should have more opportunities to succeed in life."

"Right?" I told him and smiled.

My awkwardness was slowly disappearing, and I found myself relaxing around John.

A few hours later when we were leaving the bar, I felt completely comfortable with John, even with his occasional jokes about sex.

When we got to our apartments, he even pulled me in for a bear hug where I thought he was going to break my back.

"Thanks for tonight, kid," He said as his massive arms engulfed me. "I appreciate the company."

"It's... no... problem." I gasped. I thought I was going to pass out from the hug.

Then he let me go, and I took in a huge breath.

Once I got into bed, my mind was a bit of a mess. I couldn't stop thinking about John. For the first time in a while, I wasn't actually thinking of my girlfriend.

--

Times only got harder when I was pulled into my Manager's office one day and was told that work was too quiet, so I was being let go.

I sat on my sofa, my head in my hands, and I tried to think my way out of this problem. It was no use. I had no job, no income, and rent was due in 2 weeks' time. I was well and truly screwed!

After spending a few hours stuck in my own head, spiralling out of control, I had to pick myself up. I even ignored a call from my girlfriend as I couldn't bear telling her what happened.

I needed to distract myself, so I went to John's. I guess that's where it all really started.

"Liam!" He said with a smile as he opened the door. "Everything okay?"

"I got fired." I told him, choking back the tears.

"Mate!" He said and wrapped a massive arm around me. "Come in, come in."

I let John lead me inside where he guided me to his sofa.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "Tea, water?"

I looked up at him. I wasn't a drinker, but now seemed a better time than any to start.

"Can I have a beer?" I asked, and John's face lit up.

"If anyone needs a beer, then it's you." John told me.

He came to the sofa with two cans of beer, handed me one, and then opened his own. I took my first sip, and the taste made me wince, but screw it. I needed to end this sad feeling.

Within a few minutes I had finished that beer.

"Jesus, Liam," John said. "You might want to slow down."

"I'm fine," I told him. "Can I have another please?"

John smiled and then got me another beer. My weak drinking experience showed as after just one beer I could feel my brain going hazy.

"So, what happened?" He asked me.

"They said it's too quiet to justify having me as an employee." I admitted as I started my second beer.

"That's shit," He told me.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." I said and gulped down more of the disgusting beer.

John drank faster than me, but he was barely trying, and he finished his second beer while I was halfway through mine. When I did finish, I got us both a third.

"Any other jobs you could go for?" He asked me.

"It took me long enough to find this one," I told him. "I don't have any qualifications. I'm not exactly hiring material."

I could hear the depression in my voice, which brought a sad look on John's face.

"I'm sorry, mate," He told me. "If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

I let out a little laugh.

"Think I'm too skinny to be a PT?" I joked.

"I don't know," He said. "We could bulk you up a little."

I laughed at the thought of me gaining any muscle.

By the time John and I finished our third beer, I felt pissed. My eyes were blurry, and my words were slurring. I had never been drunk before, but it was helping me forget my troubles.

"So," I blurted out, half drooling, "You're bi?"

"Woah!" John burst into laughter. "Where did that come from?"

My brain wasn't working properly, and any thought I had was just coming out of my mouth.

"You've made comments about having sex with men and women," I said bluntly, "so I'm guessing you're bi?"

John sat back. He was now on his sixth beer while I was on my fourth, and he too was slurring a little.

"Yeah," He told me, "I guess I have a type when it comes to men."

"And," I shook my head as I lost balance, even while sat down, "what is that?"

"Well," John said, and he leaned forward and slipped his hand a little, "I like my men young, slim, and submissive."

I finished my beer and that's when things went... forgetful.

Things moved around me. I felt hot, then cold, then like I was wrapped up in something warm. My jaw hurt, but then I felt amazing, like my body was exploding.

Then... I woke up.

--

Oooh my head, I groaned to myself. Light was bursting through the curtains and only forced a bigger pounding in my brain.

My eyes flickered as I tried to stop the room from shaking. I went to rub them only to find my arm was stuck.

Huh, what's going on?

I felt something on me, something heavy and warm. I went to move again but I couldn't. But then, the weight on me shifted, and my hands were free. I rubbed my eyes, and when I opened them I was even more confused.

This isn't my room.

I looked around, but my vision hadn't fixed itself yet, and then...

"Mmm morning, princess." A deep, male voice said next to me.

Like a bucket of ice cold water being poured over my body, all of my senses came back to life.

The world turned to a snail's pace as I turned my head and saw John lying next to me. I was in his bed... I was naked!! John's bottom half was covered with the duvet, but his naked top half was on show, his muscular, hairy body in all its glory.

My mouth hung open as I began to shake with fear.

"What... what... what..." I kept stuttering while I looked at him.

"Sore head?" John grunted as he stretched. His massive right arm grazed against me, and I nudged myself away from him. "I'm a little hungover, too. Nothing coffee won't help."

"What am I doing here?" I managed to get out.

John laughed as he sat up on the bed. The duvet only just covered his crotch, but I could see the massive bush just above his manhood.

"What do you mean?" He asked me.

"Why am I here?" I said as I grabbed the duvet to cover up my naked body. "Why did I sleep in your bed?"

His smile dropped, and he looked at me confused.

"You don't remember?" He asked, and I shook my head. "We were pretty drunk, to be fair."

"What did you do to me?" I shot back at him.

I leaped off the bed and scrambled for my clothes. As fast as possible I threw them on.

"Woah," John said, still on the bed. "We just got a little drunk and had a little fun. That's all."

Oh no! My head was spinning.

"Did we... did we... have sex?" I stuttered out.

"Oh god, no," John told me, and I let out a giant sigh of relief. "We just gave each other a blowjob."

And there it was. My heart sunk. I couldn't remember a thing, I tried to deny it, but for some reason I knew it was true.

"You took advantage of me!" I shouted.

Oh my god! I've cheated! No! He did this!

"I did no such thing," John told me. He clearly took offence to what I said. "I would never take advantage of someone. You wanted it."

"No!" I shouted, more to myself. "I wouldn't... I couldn't!"

I watched as John reached onto the floor and pulled out his phone.

"Watch this and tell me otherwise." He said.

I nervously took the phone from his hands where a video began to play, and my heart sunk once again.

It was me, on my knees as John held the phone over my head.

"Are you sure you want me to film this?" John's voice said on the recording.

"Oooh yeah," My voice slurred out, "I don't want to forget this!"

I can't remember this at all! Oh shit!

"And what don't you want to forget?" John's voice asked. His voice was slurring as well; he must have been pretty drunk.

"I don't want to forget the first time I suck your big dick!" I said, and I nearly threw up... until I watched a very big, very thick, very hard cock appear in front of my face on the video.

I couldn't watch, so I quickly turned it off and threw the phone onto the bed.

"I can't believe you did that to me!" I shouted.

"You were begging for it," He said. "I have more videos of you literally begging."

"Why were you filming me?!" I shouted next. "What, are you going to blackmail me? Ruin my relationship?!"

"Hey, you wanted to record it. I didn't want to." John said.

Annoyingly, that memory did come back to me; I did tell John to record it. Oh shit.

Then, John stood up and the duvet fell from covering him, and his soft yet still massive cock swung free. He was hairy all over, like a massive bush, but even that couldn't cover the elephant trunk that swung between his legs.

"I can't believe you would think I made you do anything you didn't want to." He said in a soft, hurt voice.

Then he took a step closer and his massive, beautiful cock swung... Wait, beautiful?

"No! Get away from me!" I shouted and ran from his apartment, slamming every door that I went through.

I threw myself onto my bed with my head in my hands.

What did I do?! I cheated! I... I sucked another man's dick?!

--

That entire day I wracked my brain to remember what happened, and then I wanted to forget. One thing that kept creeping up on me was guilt. Not only for cheating, but that I accused John of taking advantage of me. I knew deep down that he did no such thing. I could remember being the one to initiate it, but I just couldn't fit it all together.

As painful as it was, I needed to apologise.

So, pushing my shame down, I went to John's apartment and knocked on his door. When he opened, he had a straight face. His sheer size dawned on me.

"What do you want?" He asked. "Going to accuse me of raping you again?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I... I didn't mean to accuse you of that."

"Well," John said, "I appreciate the apology, but that doesn't make it any better."

"I was wrong," I told him. Guilt crushed my body. "I know you didn't take advantage of me or make me do anything I didn't want to. I just... it was a shock, that's all."

Tears began to well in my eyes, and then I felt a big hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay," John told me, "Come in, and we'll talk it through."

I nodded my head and let John lead me inside, but I didn't know why. I should've just apologised and gone back to my apartment, but something deep inside made me return into the apartment where I had sucked my first dick, even if I didn't remember doing it.

I sat down on the sofa and so did John, except this time he was very close to me.

"I know it must be a lot," John told me. "I was confused when I first realised that I liked men, as well."

"I don't..." I blurted out and then stopped, not wanting to offend him anymore. "I don't like men, like that."

John chuckled.

"I hate to tell you, but from last night, I think you do." John told me.

I felt humiliated by my own actions, and I vowed to never drink again. In my awkward and embarrassed state, I didn't move until John's hand moved onto my thigh and squeezed my leg.

I felt a tingle go through my entire body, and I let out a little gasp.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," John whispered. "You were great for a first time."

"Oh my god." I gasped and moved away from him.

"I mean it," John told me. "You took me so well. You barely gagged at all, and that's impressive."

"Please stop." I whispered. I couldn't think about the fact that I took his massive cock in my mouth.

John paused for a moment until he placed a hand back onto my thigh, and I didn't move.

"I've got an idea," He told me, "Something that will help us both out."

His strong fingers pressed into my thigh, and I felt between my legs twitch.

"What?" I whispered.

Why was I just sitting there and letting this massive man touch me. I should've left, but I didn't.

"I will cover your rent for a whole year," He told me, "which should give you more than enough time to sort yourself out another job."

I looked up at him in shock. Was he really offering to pay my rent? Why? How?

"In return," He said and my heart sunk, "you will be my personal sex slave for just one month."

My mouth went dryer than a desert, and I took in what he said. It was insane. It was ridiculous; how could he even suggest it!

"Just one month worth of work, and you won't have to pay rent for a whole year." He told me.

My mind was screaming "NO!", but my mouth wasn't working.

"And trust me," John whispered, squeezing my thigh a little stronger, "You'll enjoy it."

His hand moved slightly up my thigh, but I finally stood up.

"No, I can't." I said and practically ran away.

--

I tried to forget about John's offer, but it was always there in the back of my head. I used my last pay check to pay for my rent, but after another three weeks I was no closer to getting a job.

I didn't even get an interview, and I had applied for dozens of jobs! I even handed my CV out to local shops and got nothing back. I had four more days until my rent was due, and if I couldn't pay it, then I would be homeless.

I hadn't told my girlfriend anything, so as far as she was aware, I was working and happy.

But as my knuckles struck John's door, my heart was beating a mile a minute, knowing what I was going to have to do to stay under a roof.

When he opened the door, my heart sunk as I saw his face. I hadn't seen or spoken to John since he made the offer.

"Liam," He said with a smile, "long time no see."

I couldn't look him in the eyes, and instead I kept my eyes to the ground.

"I need your help." I whispered, knowing that I was about to whore myself out to a man!

"You'll need to be more specific." John said, and I could sense the glee in his voice.

"Your offer," I whispered, "I... I need to accept it."

"Come in," John said, "And we'll work out the details."

He held the door open, and I had to walk under his massive arm to get through. I sat down on the sofa, and John sat right next to me. His thigh pressed against mine, a sign of what was to come.

"So," John said, "I'll pay your rent for a year, and in return you're my sex slave."

I was shaking, twitching, and sweating.

"What does that mean exactly?" I asked.

John smiled and leaned in closer so that his body heated against mine. I felt so small and weak next to him, like a toy. Then his hand landed on my thigh, and I felt a shiver.

"It means you will do everything I tell you to do," John whispered. "Since you're not working, then I will expect you to be at my service 24/7."

"What if I get a job?" I asked, not believing that I was having this conversation.

"We will cross that bridge when it comes," John told me, and he edged closer. His big, masculine body felt as though it was pressed up against me.

I could feel my breathing grow heavier. I was losing myself to John, and I knew that soon I would be his. My small, thin body was weak next to this god of a man.

"And what..." I stuttered, "what would you have me do?"

"Let's start easy." John whispered.

John's strong hand touched my cheek, and his skin was surprisingly soft as my head was turned to face him. His face was beautiful, almost radiant as his green eyes stared into me, making me weak.

My body was heating up from his presence. For a moment, while looking into his eyes, I felt the entire world disappear.

He licked his soft lips, making them glisten in the light. Like a magnet they moved towards me. I was nervous. I knew I was about to cheat, but I had no other choice. Frozen solid, I allowed this older man to lean close enough until his lips were just a fraction away from mine.

My heart pounded, and I could feel the heat from his face hit mine. His hand was squeezing my thigh, and then I realised that my cock was hard in my trousers.

And then... I leaned in the last inch and pressed my lips against his.

My whole world seemed to crumble around me. This kiss. It was like no other. I expected kissing another man to be rough and hard, but this was the opposite. John's lips were soft. He tenderly pressed them against mine, and my worries melted away.

I couldn't remember if I kissed John the other night, but I knew I wouldn't be forgetting this.

With his fingers in my hair, John caressed my cheek with his thumb. It was soothing, as if calming me as he kept his lips gently locked against mine.

He pulled back just an inch, but our moist lips stuck together for a second. I didn't open my eyes, and then I felt his lips against me again. He was a little firmer this time, and his fingers held onto my head.

His lips parted, and I felt a warm, soft tongue press against my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed John to snake his tongue inside. The base of his moist tongue ran against mine, and my body tingled all over.

"Mmm." I moaned quietly into his mouth.

Then I pressed my tongue back against his. The base of our tongues ran against each other with our mouths open wide and lips firmly pressed together.

I knew it was wrong, but god, it felt so right... so natural.

Without realising it, my right hand moved and landed on his waist. His muscles were rock hard to the touch, and I found myself pressing my tongue harder into his mouth.

Our making out was constant. Our lips would close and then open, all while our tongues ran against each other. It was as if I was exploring his mouth with my tongue. I couldn't believe I was making out with an older man, but I also couldn't believe how good it felt.

When John pulled back, I felt disappointed. My breathing had gone heavy, and I stared into his eyes as my chest moved up and down.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He whispered.

"N-no." I whispered. Lust was winning over any other emotion I had.

"Now this time when I put my tongue in your mouth, I want you to suck on it." He whispered.

I instinctively chewed on my bottom lip and nodded. Then he leaned in again. I happily opened my mouth, wanting that tingling feeling back that I never got when kissing my girlfriend.

John's tongue pressed into my mouth, and as instructed I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck. He kept it pointed straight as my head moved back and forth, sucking on it while licking.

I wonder if this is what I was like when I sucked his dick, I thought, I can't believe I sucked his dick and can't remember.

"Mmm." I moaned as I sucked on John's delectable tongue.

His right hand remained on my face as his left unbuttoned my shirt. I didn't fight it. I simply kept sucking on his tongue like a newborn while he undid the last of my buttons, and then his thumb found my nipple and rubbed it.

"Mmmm." I moaned again. I never realised how sensual it was having my nipples rubbed.

His thumb would massage the tip, then took it between two fingers and played with them. I was melting to his touch, and my cock was throbbing in my pants.

John's hand left my nipple and grabbed onto my wrist. Before I knew it, my hand was planted on his crotch.

"Mmmm ooohh." I moaned before going back to sucking on his tongue.

My palm pressed against his crotch from outside of his shorts, and my fingers wrapped around his manhood. He was so big, so thick, so... manly.

I instantly began to slowly stroke up and down, massaging his cock from outside of his shorts while he went back to my nipple.

Then John opened his mouth and made out with me passionately.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned again. I tilted my head to allow his tongue deeper as we kissed. My mouth was wide open, wanting to let him feel every inch of me.

He took my opened shirt off while I rubbed his crotch, and then his wet mouth moved to my sensitive neck, and I let out heavy groan as he licked and sucked on my skin.

"Oh god... John..." I moaned.

He gently took a part of my neck between his teeth and bit down before pulling back and looking at me.

"Now that you're my sex slave," He whispered, all while I kept rubbing him, "You'll only address me as Daddy, no matter what."

Once again, I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

"Say it." He whispered but in a firm tone... I should've sensed his dominant tone then.

"Yes... Daddy." I whispered, but it came out more as a moan.

His lips went back to my neck like a vampire, and I let out another whimper of pleasure. My fingers tightened around his girth as I stroked him, only for John to pull back once more.

He grabbed my hand, smiling while he stared at me and guided me to the waistband of his shorts.

My heart was beating fast, and my breathing was erratic as I felt his rock hard abs against my hand. I let him push my fingers underneath his waistband. My fingers got lost in his thick pubic hair, and then I felt the tip of his wet, throbbing crown.

He precum coated my fingers as I moved lower, and finally... my fingers wrapped around his shaft as much as they could. I could barely hold half of him in one hand.

"There's a good boy." He whispered and went back to sucking on my neck.

"Oh god... that feels good." I moaned as I held onto his throbbing pole.

It was pleasure I had never felt before, euphoric I would say. In that state, I felt my hand slowly move up his meat, keeping a tight grip, then back down again.

My hand stroked his cock until my palm was coated with his precum.

When John pulled back and my hand fell from his shorts, I was nothing but disappointed.

"Stand up." He told me.

I was confused and didn't reply until his eyes tightened and his jaw locked.

"From now on you do as I say without hesitation, got it?" He asked, once again hinting at his dominant side, but I didn't think too much of it.

With his strict tone making me feel like a child again, I stood up.

"Undress." He ordered and sat back, extending his bulging arms to the back of the sofa.

I was suddenly self-conscious. My body compared to John's was like a child, but from the look in his eyes I knew to obey. So, I undid my trousers and pulled them down, leaving me in just my tight boxers, which were quickly pulled off.

There I stood, naked as the day I was born, with my hard cock pointed at him. I had no hair around my cock or balls. It had become a religious activity to shave, although I didn't know why.

"There he is," John said and sat forward, closer to my aching cock. "I remember this little guy from last night."

I felt a shiver through my body as he called my cock little, although anything compared to John's would be little.

I couldn't speak as he moved closer and closer. His big, strong hand grabbed onto my hips and pulled him towards me until my cock was inches from his mouth. I was leaking precum, and my crown glistened in the light.

"I wonder if this will bring back any memories." He said.

And then, this muscular brute opened his mouth and engulfed my hard, aching cock.

"Ooooooh god!" I moaned as warmth surrounded my length and his lips wrapped around my shaft. He had taken the whole damn thing in one go without any trouble at all! My smooth balls were against this bodybuilder's chin, and all I could do was moan.

It was strange to see such a burly man with my smaller cock in his mouth, but god, it felt good. His head pulled back, his lips dragging against my shaft and making me twitch in his mouth. Then his tongue firmly pressed against my head.

"Fuuuckk!" I moaned, and he deep throated me once more.

He did this three, four, five times, taking my entire cock into his mouth with ease and then pulling back.

"Can't even gag on this thing," He whispered before wrapping his fingers around my shaft and stroking me, "but that's not a problem."

"Oh god... please..." I moaned as he slowly stroked my cock.

His hand moved to only wank my head, and his spit and my precum made his hand glide up and down.

"What do you want?" He whispered.

"Please... suck me again." I moaned out pathetically.

"What do you call me?" He asked as he was quickly massaging my head and making my legs tremble.

"Please, Daddy," I panted, "Please suck my dick again."

His hand left my cock, and I watched my entire cock disappear once again into his mouth.

"Ooooh fuuuckk me!!" I shouted and looked up to the ceiling.

"Mmmm." John moaned as he bobbed up and down.

He was sliding back and forth, deep throating me every time. It was amazing! My body immediately began to tense up as I saw stars.

"I'm gonna... Ooooohh I'm gonna!" I shouted, but before I could finish John's mouth pulled away from me.

I looked down, and my chest was heaving as I stared at him.

"Get on your knees." He ordered.

I was gone. Being so close to cumming from immense pleasure, I would've done anything to get it back. So, I sunk down onto my knees in front of this beautiful specimen.

John threw his t-shirt away and revealed his hairy body and then pulled his shorts off. His beast of a cock sprung free and bounced again, and I swear it was the size of my arm.

"You really don't remember having this in that slutty mouth of yours?" He asked while grabbing his cock and flopping it back and forth.

"No," I told him and got a stern look back, "Daddy."

"Well," John said as his left hand grabbed the back of my head and moved me closer while his right hand aimed his cock towards me, "You were sucking on this cock like a pro last night. You couldn't get enough of it, begging me for more."

If the slight part of the video I watched was any indication, then I knew he was telling the truth.

"Open your mouth," John told me. "Time to start your training as my personal cocksucker."

Cocksucker. The word was like nails on a chalkboard, but I knew I was about to become one.

I licked my soft lips and opened them wide while John guided my head closer and closer to my destiny.

My eyes remained locked on his while he smiled down on me like a conqueror. Then I felt his glistening cock press against my lips. I had to open my mouth even wider to let him in as I sunk lower.

Warmth radiating from his cock filled my mouth as he delved deeper. His sticky crown touched my tongue, and my senses exploded at the sticky, delicious, addictive taste. My lips closed and wrapped around his shaft as the base of my tongue pressed against his head.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned uncontrollably as I savoured his meat.

That was it, although I had sucked him once before, I couldn't remember it. I would never forget having his cock in my mouth now. It felt perfect, like, why hadn't I done this before?

His fingers were still holding onto my head, not that I was going anywhere. With my lips like a vice around his shaft, I made my tongue do the work. I explored his head, swallowing every drop of precum as I massaged his ridge, then flicked his slit.

"Oooh that's it." John grunted and his cock twitched in my mouth which made my own member twitch.

When his hand left my head, my mouth stayed around his cock by its own doing. As wrong as I knew it was, I didn't want it to end.

In fact, I wanted more. So, I opened my mouth and pushed my head deeper, taking more of his glorious cock until my mouth felt filled. My tongue would lovingly swirl around his crown, pleasuring him with my best ability.

"There's a good boy," John moaned. "By the end of the month you'll be the perfect cocksucker"

"Mmmm." I moaned around his cock, although I didn't know why.

My plump, wet lips stuck to his shaft as my head moved backwards until just the head remained, and then I moved back down, dragging my soft lips against his skin.

On my knees, I lovingly and submissively bobbed up and down on his majestic, wonderful cock.

"Last night you were choking on my cock like a true slut," John moaned, "but the slow blowjob is nice.

"Mmmm." I moaned again, but how could I ever forget having this cock in my mouth?

My right hand found his shaft that wasn't in my mouth, and my fingers wrapped around him. As my mouth moved up and down, so did they. I stroked the cock that I couldn't take, wanting to give him full pleasure.

I even began to gather spit on my tongue and used it to coat his meat. Eagerly, my bobbing became more constant. A slurping noise filled the room as more and more precum coated my tongue.

"Mmm... Mmmm... Mmm..." I moaned over and over as I pleased him.

My left hand then found his hairy balls. They were huge in my palm, and I massaged them gently.

"Fucking hell," John moaned, "For a straight boy you know what you're doing."

My heart skipped a beat with this. Knowing I was doing a good job filled me with joy and only made me more eager. I tried to take him deeper, and his head hit my throat.

"Gllg!" I gagged and pulled back.

A trail of spit went from my lips to his head, and I was panting. His cock... oh god, it was beautiful! It was coated in my spit and just waiting for me. Then his hand came back to my head.

"Suck on my hairy balls." John ordered.

"Yes Daddy." I immediately replied.

He only nudged me slightly, and my head dropped until my mouth was covered in his mass of pubic hair. I extended my tongue and began to lick, while my right hand stroked his spit covered cock.

Then I gently sucked one of his heavy balls into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. Within a few seconds, his hairs were soaked with my spit.

"Mmmm." I moaned as I sucked this man's big balls.

"That's it, suck on those balls, my sex slave," John moaned. "We'll make a true gay boy out of you."

His words frightened me. Sure, I was enjoying this, but it was a means to an end. I was just going to have fun until I held up my end of the bargain. There was no way I was actually going to be gay at the end of this.

Even as I worried, I continued to suck on his hairy balls.

"Go lower." John panted.

His thick, hairy legs spread, and my head pushed further down, I licked the underside of his balls, and with each flick he twitched around me.

"Lower..." He moaned, and I did as I was told, licking the section between his balls and his asshole, "Lower..."

I didn't know what he meant, did he want me to lick his asshole? I had never even done that to my girlfriend, and I couldn't imagine doing that to a big, hairy man.

"Eat my fucking ass, slut!" John then shouted.

The submissive, helpless side of me jumped into action and obeyed.

John spread his legs and lifted his ass up. My fingers dug into his thighs, and I got a glimpse of his tight, hairy asshole. Not wanting him to shout at me again, I dove in.

My nose was covered by his massive balls as my lips engulfed his hole, and my tongue pressed inside him.

"Ooooh, fuck yes!!" John moaned louder than ever.

His asshole twitched around my tongue. He was loving it! Fuck, it was so hot!

"Mmmm!" I moaned, surprised that it tasted pretty nice.

So, I ran my tongue up and down, and I flicked his puckering hole while his wet balls rubbed against my face. I pressed the base of my tongue against his asshole and ran it up before straightening my tongue and pressing it inside of him.

"Ooooh god! Eat that ass, you dirty little bitch!" John panted.

His hairs got stuck to my tongue, but I didn't care. I kept eating this older man's asshole like my life depended on it. My own cock was aching between my legs as I licked and licked like it was an ice cream.

"Mmmm... mmmm..." I moaned.

I pressed my tongue in and out of him, fucking his asshole with my tongue and loving every second of it.

For five, maybe ten minutes... time didn't mean much... I ate his asshole while he moaned above me.

"Right," John said and suddenly pushed me away. Before I knew it, he picked me up in both arms and carried me like a little girl, "time to really break you in."

It didn't dawn on me exactly what he meant as he carried me to the bedroom. In this brute's arms I felt tiny.

Then he laid me down gently.

"Lie back and spread your legs." He told me.

Again, it still didn't register what he was going to do, although it should have. I just did as I was told.

On my back, legs spread, I bent my knees and stared at him. His hairy, muscular body towered over me like a bear.

And in an instant, he was between my legs. His strong hands were on my thighs and lifted them into the air. Then his face disappeared, and I felt a warm, wet tongue against my smooth, untouched asshole.

"Oooh, my god!!" I moaned in shocked pleasure.

"Mmmm," John moaned, "I didn't get to taste this ass the other night, but I'm gonna enjoy it now."

I couldn't believe how I could receive such pleasure. Every flick of his tongue made my entire small body quiver. His tongue was tight, and the tip ran circles around my rim, and my legs twitched in his hands.

"Oh my god... that's... that's so good!" I moaned. My hand reached down, and my fingers ran through his hair.

With his lips around my hips, I felt his tongue delve deep inside of my virgin hole, and I arched my chest into the air.

"Yeeeeessss!!" I moaned.

"Mmm, you like that, boy?" John groaned. "You like daddy eating your asshole?"

"Yes... Yes... Yes!" I moaned as he kept tongue fucking me.

I loved it. It was a pleasure I never knew existed! Which only get better when I felt my asshole grip around something thicker and something was pushed inside of me.

"Whaaatt's that?" I moaned. My eyes were closed and just focusing on the pleasure.

"I'm fingering your tight little asshole." John grunted back to me.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." I panted. My ass was getting fingered, and it hit me where this was going.

I looked down to see John smiling at me. His finger was knuckle deep inside of me now, and my rim gripped around it as he pushed and pulled it. I was about to speak when his finger curled and hit something inside, which made my body jerk.

"Oooh, fuck yes!" I shouted.

His finger would go in and out, all while he rubbed a spot inside which was making my head spin.

John spat on my asshole, and I felt myself stretch wider as a second, thick finger pushed inside of me.

"Fuuucckk meeee!" I moaned as my rim stretched to accept his second finger, and it only enhanced my satisfaction.

When I felt his knuckles touch my skin, I thought I was going to explode. John climbed up my small body while keeping his fingers in me. I opened my mouth and sought him out until his lips pressed against mine, and his tongue delved into me.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned as we made out and John fingered me.

With his knuckles against me, John pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of my hole while we made out. My cock wasn't being touched, but I swore I was getting close to cumming.

He stuck his tongue out straight, and I immediately began to suck on it enthusiastically as if it were his cock.

"Mmmmm." I moaned around his tongue as I got fingered.

He bit down on my bottom lip and pulled back. Underneath his beast of a body I panted, knowing I was his. John leaned down, so his lips were touching my ear, and his body heat was battering into me as I fell for him.

"And now," John whispered into my ear, his fingers left my ass, and both hands were next to me as he held himself up in a press up position, "I'm going to pop your anal cherry and officially make you my gay slut."

I was gone. Completely lost in lust for this amazing man. My legs were spread, accepting him.

John's hand reached for his spit covered cock and lined it up with my spit covered hole. When his head tapped at my entrance, he looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Do it..." I panted. I wanted it... I needed it, "Please... Daddy."

He pushed forward, but it was tough at first. My asshole didn't want to accept such a large cock, but he kept going.

"Ooooohh." I grunted.

The rim of my asshole began to open around him, holding him tight as he stretched me and broke me. Another push and my asshole wrapped around his shaft, just past his head that locked firmly inside.

"Fuuucckking hell!!" I moaned as it felt like a baseball bat was inside of me! Stretching me! Taking me!

"Such a good, beautiful boy." John whispered before kissing me again.

I kissed him back, passionately. Our tongues attacked each other as John delved deeper into my bowels. I gasped as I stretched around his girth. I could feel my own heartbeat from my rim as he went deeper... deeper... deeper.

My stomach felt filled, as if every inch of my insides were filled with dick. I didn't think I could take it, and then his body pressed against mine.

I looked down and saw that he was balls deep inside of me, and my head leaned back.

"FUUUCKKK!" I moaned. "I'M SO FUCKING FULL!!"

"And now," John grunted, "I'm gonna fuck you like the fucking sissy you are!"

He pulled out and slammed into me, making my entire body jump.

"Urrggh!" I grunted.

My fingers gripped onto his back, digging into his muscles as my legs wrapped around his waist. For a few minutes I was just a hole, there to stroke John's cock as he thrusted back and forth. My anal virginity was well and truly gone.

Then something happened. Any pain was gone, and what replaced it was amazing, euphoric pleasure. I gripped John harder and pressed my face into his strong shoulder.

"Oh god... oh god... Daddy... Daddy..." I moaned.

John picked up the pace, fucking me harder. I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me. The air was forced from my lungs with every thrust, but I took it lovingly. I wrapped my ankles around him, forcing John deeper.

"Yes... yes... fuck me... Oh fuck, fuck me!" I moaned into him.

"You fucking slut!" John groaned. "Just a whore for men, taking my money so that you could take my dick!"

"Yeeess!" I shouted. "I'm your whore! Your fucking whore!"

"My dirty, fucking faggot!" John moaned as he kept fucking me. "You're going to be a complete faggot when I'm done with you! You're going to take my cock every fucking day! By the end of the month, you won't be able to live without my cock in you!"

He thrust and hit that spot in me which made my body clench.

"FUUUCKK DADDY!!" I shouted. "I'm your whore!! Fuck, it feels so good!!"

"Take that big cock, you queer bitch!" John grunted. "Every morning you're gonna suck my dick! Every night I'm gonna fuck you! I'll make you come with me where I fuck you in my car! You're gonna be obsessed with cock!"

"Yes!" I shouted. "Yes! Give it to me! I'm yours!"

The pleasure was too much. I didn't even mean to, but I bit down onto John's shoulder as he kept fucking me, as he kept hitting that amazing spot inside me.

"Your little girlfriend at Uni," John moaned as he fucked me, "Not knowing her boyfriend is now a gay whore for his neighbour! That her boyfriend is going to be taking so much fucking cock!"

"Mmmm!!" I moaned into his shoulder as I felt something growing inside of me.

John kept talking to me throughout the fucking, and each thrust made the fire in my stomach grow and grow until I couldn't take it.

My legs flopped around him, my head flew back, and then...

"OOOH, FUCK ME, DADDY! I'M CUMMING!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as without any touching, my cock erupted between us, firing hot, thick cum in between both of our bodies.

"Cum, you fucking faggot!" John roared. "That's all you are now! My faggot! My whore!! MY FUCKING GAY BOY!!!"

Then I felt it. John's cock expanded, stretching me further and then... his creamy, hot cum began to unload deep inside of my bowels and forced more pleasure out of me.

"Yeeeeess!!" I squealed. "Cum in me, Daddy! Fill your faggot with cum!!"

John was battering into my asshole, shooting load after load of his delicious seed inside of me. I could feel it warming my insides and being used to help his cock slide in and out of me.

"Urrghh, you fucking slut!" John grunted as the last few shots of his cum erupted from his cock.

I tensed my asshole around his shaft, wanting to milk every last drop of cum from his balls.

"Oh god... oh god... oh fuck..." I panted as he slowed down, holding himself balls deep.

John pulled out of my now gaping asshole, and I felt gallons of cum leak out of me.

Before I knew it, John had flipped me over and put me onto all fours.

"What are you doing?" I weakly panted.

"Oh, you don't think I'm done with you yet, do you?" John laughed.

To my surprise, his still hard cock suddenly penetrated me until I felt his big, hairy balls against mine, and I was totally filled with cock again.

"Ooooh gaawdd!" I moaned and arched my neck.

He gripped my hips as he fucked me from behind, harder than before. He was well and truly battering my asshole with his cock, using my hole to stroke his cock.

"You're gonna get used to being filled with cum, faggot!" John roared.

I couldn't speak. All I could do was moan like a whore as on my hands and knees I got fucked like one. My tiny body was being held still by John as he ruined my once virgin asshole.

"Fuuuucckkk!" John roared as a second load of cum eventually filled my bowels.

I felt completely filled with his thick seed, but when he pulled out, my asshole stayed gapped for a few seconds until it closed again, and I flopped onto the bed, gasping for air and exhausted.

"You're sleeping here tonight." John said and laid next to me.

He positioned me onto my side and spooned me as if I were the girl. I felt weak after that fucking, and I knew I would pass out very soon.

"Don't worry, my slave," John whispered as I slowly fell asleep. "You'll be the perfect gay boy soon."

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, my ass aching and leaking cum while I laid in the arms of this bear of a man.