Seduced Going Back to College Pt 05

Part V: The Morning

Tom woke up to the morning light coming through closed blinds. He didn't immediately remember where he was, then with the feeling of soft silk sheets and a sore body... it all came flooding back to him.

He had been seduced, tongued, spanked, groped, bit, choked, and fucked by a handsome black man twice his age. Jay, who had made Tom cry out and call him "Daddy" in pure ecstasy and torment as he pummeled his huge beautiful cock in and out of Tom's mouth and ass.

He remembered pleasuring Jay on the couch, then Jay eating his ass in the shower, on the bed 69ing, before masterfully opening him up and taking his virginity.

(Wait, technically didn't his high school girlfriend take his virginity?)

Tom blinked at that thought, remembering what it was like to TRULY have your virginity taken - face down and ass up on a bed, trapped under the overwhelming force, cumming so hard on the massive cock up your ass that you pass out.

Then he remembered he'd woken up again, still hazy -- he didn't even know when -- but it had still been dark. They were in the spooning position they'd fallen asleep in and he felt Jay stirring, kissing and biting his neck, hard once more, sliding his hard cock up and down Tom's ass, still slick and sticky from the previous session.

His daddy had wanted him again, and took him once more. The lube, saliva, and cum from their first fuck providing more than enough lubrication.

While the first time had been about gently seducing and breaking the young impressionable white boy - turning Tom to the point of making him beg - this second fuck had been a demonstration of power, and a lesson in the way of true submission.

Tom's memory slowly cleared - Jay pistoning his dark daddy slab in and out of the 20 year old's bubble butt from behind, in a spooning position, feeding him poppers over and over, spanking, choking Tom with his huge hands, cutting off blood to his brain.... Fingers in his mouth... ordered to suck...

A true fucking. Tom remembered the way his daddy praised him "good girl" while punishing him so deeply.

It felt unendurable, it felt like dying. And then Tom remembered he'd came again, sooo intensely despite how mean his daddy choke-fucked him... or maybe because of it...?

He remembered his hair pulled, being forced to look up at the ceiling mirror and the wall mirror, to watch himself but not himself. The person in the mirror was somebody else.

He breathed deeply from the memories. He had crazy morning wood. He looked behind him, Jay wasn't in the bed. He realized he felt sad about that.

Tom then realized something else, how bad he had to pee.

Getting out of bed, he felt sticky all over, and smelled Jay's musk and cum all over him.

He also became aware of his nakedness, and looking around for his clothes, found none. Feeling maybe the same emotions as what girls would call "the walk of shame" Tom grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around his waist, and headed for the bathroom.

Wobbling over the bathroom threshold, he suddenly felt some of the "gravity" of his choices as Jay's two substantial loads-worth of cum started to leak out of his ass.

Now truly unraveling, Tom managed to get to the toilet - having to tuck his hard-on awkwardly, sitting down to pee like a girl while simultaneously what felt like a liter of cum leaked out of his ass.

Shame erupted in his face. In the sober morning light, His upbringing, his heterosexuality suddenly reared its ugly head again.

What was he doing here? This wasn't him, was it?

He finished up and getting to his feet, saw that a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a towel had been arranged for him on a face towel - wow his daddy, or rather Jay, was very considerate. He brushed and then jumped in the shower.

Stepping under the steady stream, again the water seemed to cleanse him in more ways than one. He breathed deeply, remembering that only a couple hours ago, in this same shower, he'd had his ass eaten for the first time.

Ashamed, but also recalling how fucking hot it felt, Tom reached back and carefully inspected his butthole with his finger.

While expecting it to be tender, he was surprised that it actually felt ok. Tender somewhat, but felt the same, not like, broken or anything. (not that he touched his butt hole that much in his life so who knew but it seemed ok).

Maybe not that much was different, Tom rationalized. Just a crazy night. Too much alcohol and not enough jerking off. Just... confused at the moment.

What he didn't know and would only appreciate later, was how fortunate he had been to be broken in so expertly by a man like Jay. Especially considering the size of the cock that had done the breaking.

But Jay reveled in this. The slow build, combined with just the right amount of alcohol and poppers, pleasure and pressure - had seeded in Tom a deep and fundamental break and rerouting of his body and sexuality.

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Jay, up early to finish some light computer work, heard Tom step into the shower, and while tempted to interrupt and impose himself on the boy, Jay decided to let him have this time alone. Whatever he was thinking, the boy should think it out on his own.

It was a Friday. Jay cleared his work. His success enabled him to live the life he wanted. Right now, what he wanted was just a room away.

Man, what a time they'd had last night. Jay couldn't believe his luck when Tom had sat down in his row, but this sort of thing had happened enough up to this point in his life that he was ready to see and then seize when luck met opportunity.

People seemed to gravitate toward Jay. He knew he had a certain charisma that other men lacked, even beyond looks. Newtonian physics perhaps, as larger masses have a heavier pull... Jay laughed to himself.

He knew being black of course added to him being hyper-sexualized throughout his life, and a therapist would say it was unfair, and systematically that was definitely true. Lucky for him he'd found peace and a power with it, not to mention countless fun nights.

And now, while women were fun, over the years (and with many many wandering eyes) Jay had developed a kink for seducing and fucking "straight" men to the point that, in the right circumstances, he preferred it now.

At the gym, the bar, the locker room, the train... As long as he could remember, certain young men's eyes and "bro"-presenting attention lingered on him just a bit too long. They thought they wanted to be his friend, or earn his respect, instead he taught them what they really wanted.

With training, they could also usually take him better than women.

Especially white guys though, he truly enjoyed. The domination, shame, discovery, revelation, contrast. Again there was that racial subtext that he didn't necessarily feel the need to belabor but certainly enjoyed taking advantage of and getting off on, both visually and psychosexually.

And a boy like Tom, damn, was really something special. So cute and innocent, eager to please. Jay had cum three times in the boy in one night (though once was down his throat). It was rare someone could take him like that, and he was looking to take it much further.

But he had to be careful to apply the right amount of pressure and encouragement. He was already planning to take more and more, as much as Tom could give. He couldn't wait to use the boy, all the way up.

Tom had begged for it, loved it, came on it... but they were always shy again in the morning sun. He knew he'd hooked Tom, two anal orgasms had proven that. The question was how deep he'd gotten in. Jay smiled and got up to head for the kitchen, ready to see what the day would bring.

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Tom stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He had had to interrupt to go number 2, and after that, leaking the cum, and a good soaping... he felt nice and clean inside and out.

Upon further reflection, he was grateful he hadn't ate much last night other than a salad on the plane considering... you know...

He again shuddered as he remembered the feeling last night, cumming on that huge cock in his ass. It was like Jay had been all the way in his stomach.

He went back to the bedroom, the smell of sex was still thick. He was feeling more himself this morning, the old Tom, though he kept remembering last night and calling Jay "Daddy" over and over and over. The weight of him, the power. It turned Tom on, which then he was hating himself for the ensuing erection that kept going up and down with the tumult of his mind.

Focus. Clothes.

His bag and clothes from the plane were likely still out in the main room, or all over it. The only thing he could find in the room was one of Jay's white button down shirts over a chair, and not wanting to go through his closet and invade his daddy's--err--Jay's privacy, Tom settled on that.

He put it on and despite not being a small guy himself, was swimming in it. Looking at himself in the mirror, he determined that the shirt dropped down at least enough to cover his ass, though his thighs were showing much more than usual.

Fuck, he looked like a girl wearing the shirt of the guy she just hooked up with. Whatever, it wasn't like Jay hadn't seen him, and he had praised Tom's body, uggghhh and his cock had been sooo hard...

His stomach dropped, it still didn't feel real -- his old self jerked back the wheel -- "Stop thinking about it! You're just going to go out there and get your clothes and phone and bag and be polite and LEAVE!"

That other part of himself though, hoped Jay liked him wearing the shirt. He could smell Jay on it, it smelled so masculine and good.

Taking a deep breath, Tom opened the bedroom door, and hearing movement in what sounded like the kitchen, followed it. He walked timidly, his feet on the cool against the tile.

As the hall opened to the main living area, in the new light of day, Tom was surprised all over again at the luxury pad he found himself in. It was a really impressive place.

Speaking of impressive, he turned into the kitchen and Jay was in a white short sleeve button down shirt tucked into high-waisted tan linen pants. his muscles defined against the well-tailored shirt. He beamed a grin. Tom swallowed hard, visions of last night swirling again.

"Hey there, how'd you sleep?" Jay asked innocently.

"Umm, good." Tom already felt his face flushing red.

"Good" Jay said, seeming not to care or notice, "I got some fresh fruit, yogurt and granola." Jay indicated the large white granite island with different colorful bowls set out.

Tom really wanted to check his phone and find his clothes, but complied and took a seat.

He realized then how hungry he was, and made a parfait. It felt good to have something in his stomach, well, other than Jay's huge load from the night before.

Tom tried to steal some glances. Damn this man was so handsome, he looked even better in the daylight. His solid frame, Tom remembered how good it felt crushing him. Tom couldn't believe he never noticed how fucking hot a big man like his daddy...

"I like your style by the way" Jay said, bursting Tom's daydream and gesturing to the shirt Tom had borrowed..

Tom blushed. "Thanks, a bit big for me though."

"Ah well, I think we both know it fits." Jay said, winking at Tom. Urgg the comment made Tom's asshole clench and cock throb simultaneously.

But then Jay changed the topic. They sat and talked, like nothing had ever happened. Sports, Jay talked more about his work, Tom about going to school in LA, his classes and friends, everything except what had happened last night.

Tom watched Jay closely, on pins and needles. Wondering if suddenly he'd be taken again. Anticipating it, hoping for it? Jay had made a few references to last night but nothing else.

Jay seemed to be messing with him but he didn't know how. Tom just wanted Jay to touch him, just to prove that everything that had happened to him last night had been real.

Maybe that would make it all make sense? Maybe that would make it worse. Tom didn't know what he wanted.

Tom finished his light breakfast, his confused thoughts swirling. He tried to stay focused on leaving.

"Do you, uh, know where my pants are? I'd like to check my phone real quick." Tom asked.

"Your stuff is where you dropped it." Jay motioned out to the room.

Looking around, Tom could see his carry-on luggage and backpack near the entrance, the shirt near the couch where he'd gotten down on his knees and worshipped that beautiful cock the first time, and then out on the balcony his jogger pants were still where Jay had forcibly taken them off his body.

All memories of his seduction - he could gather his clothes, but what came off last night could never come back on.

Tom went out to the balcony, once again taking in the amazing view. He picked his phone out of his pants pocket, and looked at his notifications.

His stomach dropped, but this time not in a good way.

He had like a few missed calls and messages from his friend Matt.

Matt - 04:30pm: Hey dood your plane land?

Matt - 07:30pm: You comin thru?

Matt - 11:00pm: Why you in DTLA, all good?

Shit! He hadn't texted Matt that he wasn't coming over to crash! Worse, they shared locations with each other for a concert a while ago, but then kept it going as a joke. Obviously Matt had checked his location, now it was coming back to haunt him.

He had to do something, so he texted back.

Tom - Yeah all good, sorry had change of plans

Ellipsis appeared below, Matt was typing back.

Matt - Damn bruh I was about to call a search team. The bet here is you met a baddie... or you were dead.

Fuck! Matt must have told other people. Made sense, the house was one of the social spots for their friend group - four guys living together but the house was big and close to campus. They had an open door policy, so his extended friend group of girls and guys were always passing through and hanging.

Tom was kicking himself for forgetting to give Matt a heads up. He started pacing, then decided to lean into it.

Tom - What was your bet?

Matt - That you were ded obvi, you have no rizz

Tom - Bad bet

Matt - !!!

Matt - Who's dm's you slide into

Tom - Nah met her on the plane

Matt - Bullshit

Matt - She go to USC?? Send insta bro

Tom didn't want to go too far into the lie, so side stepped the demand.

Tom - Later gotta go

Matt - Still plan to crash here tonight?

Tom hesitated, and didn't respond to that last question.

He'd only sorta lied, he did meet *someone* on the plane, just inflated the truth a bit. Then Tom thought about this fictional USC girl, and remembered Jay calling him a girl over and over. In a way... had he "met a girl" after all...?

Tom smiled at the irony - then immediately snapping back and hating himself for it though less and less as the memories turned him on, overriding his sensibilities.

He stood on the balcony, remembering what it felt like to have Jay behind him, pulling his pants down, making him walk naked to the couch and get down on his knees...

The wind blew in that moment, billowing the Jay's white button down shirt and revealing the bottom of Tom's ass.

He shivered, remembering again. He wanted to pretend none of this ever happened but yet again that desire came back, the lust. He thought about how it felt, the weight, the size, his daddy. His cock responded to the memory, getting hard, his body confessing what he couldn't admit to himself.

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Jay watched Tom on the balcony, observing. He saw Tom shiver, despite the day being warm. The boy had been trembling deliriously when Jay had fucked him a second time deep in the night. He remembered how the boy's body had shook, rumbling through a powerful second anal orgasm. Jay had loved that.

He guessed the boy was probably hating himself right now, his sexuality being flipped on its head (well, Jay's cockhead). The boy still wanted to be straight, stay who he was. But Jay also felt confident he'd broken the boy into his new role, planted the seed of submission too deep.

The morning after was always fun for him.

Jay was amusing himself on how he wanted to play out this scene. Jay could tell that the boy was ripe for more.

The impatient side of him wanted to go over to the balcony and bend Tom over it, cruelly use him as a fuck toy. Deny any objections and force the submission. But he shook off that particular urge.

Tom was so masculine-presenting, talking about sports and girls and living far from home. It had been so hot to crack that apart in less than a day. He had loved watching the inner turmoil, watching his own sexual gravity overwhelm Tom's self-identity.

He could tell Tom was still conflicted, and he loved it.

So now in the daytime - there was no alcohol, no dark lighting, no excuses. Going balls deep in the boy now, he would get to enjoy it all in HD.

After that, there's no telling what Jay could make the boy do.

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Tom faced out, shame burning his cheeks red, as he tried to will his erection to go down. Thinking about baseball or whatever didn't help, because in the visualization all the players were turning into Jay, and the baseball bat became Jay's cock.

He felt himself in Jay's shirt. He could feel his body swimming in the white button down - tailored so nice to Jay's frame but so billowy against Tom's. He smelled Jay's musk on him, and tried to clandestinely raise the shirt up to his nose to get a closer sniff.

He breathed it in, remembering the masculine scent of Jay's balls, the feeling of being on his knees in front of this man. Of worshipping and being worshipped back.

He remembered how Jay came up behind him on the balcony just the night before. He turned suddenly, Jay wasn't there. What was he hoping for? Tom gulped, he knew.

Well, his erection clearly wasn't going anywhere, so instead Tom gathered his things and put them in front of his crotch, hiding away his shame, and his truth.

Jay was being so casual with him, Tom didn't know what to do. Maybe he should just leave and go to Matt's. But he didn't even have Jay's number! The thought of never seeing Jay again suddenly struck Tom as terrifying.

How did girls handle this...? It all felt so out of his control.

Tom walked back inside. Jay was sitting at the kitchen island, Tom could feel Jay's eyes as Tom went over to the couch and picked up his shirt. He went over to his luggage and started putting his stuff together.

"You getting ready to leave?"

Tom paused near his luggage by the door.

"Ummm, well I..."

"Hey come here a sec." Jay interrupted.

Tom looked to see Jay motioning him over to the large marble island where he sat in a barstool style chair.

Tom hesitated, embarrassed, erection still so hard. He tried to look non shallant and natural, grabbing his shirt and holding it still, balled up in front of him, walking back across the room.

He felt himself shrink as he got closer to Jay. Tom went to sit back in the chair he ate breakfast, but Jay beckoned him closer with his finger.

He stood in front of Jay now, Jay's feet on the footrest of the stool with his legs spread. Tom's heart raced as their eyes locked.

"Feeling shy this morning huh" Jay said. Tom's heart caught in this throat.

"I just... no I'm not shy..."

"Oh so you're just playing hard to get?" Jay asked slyly.

Fuck, Tom's cock throbbed below his waist. He looked down, biting his bottom lip. Slowly looked back up at Jay.

"Just getting my stuff together to change."

"Nah don't do that, it's sexy when a cute girl wears my shirt."

There it was. Tom felt his face flush.

"You think I'm sexy?"

"So sexy when you're being all shy, you weren't shy last night though huh" Jay pulled Tom between his legs, putting both his big hands on either side of Tom's hips.

Tom looked to the side. Why was it so hard to meet his eye!?

"Look at me."

Tom looked back and met his gaze again. Tom felt the grip on his hips, felt himself once again between Jay's tree trunk legs. He realized he was so thankful for it.

"Listen, if you want to go, thanks fine baby." Jay patted Tom on the ass.

Tom's heart was racing, his body taking over his rational brain. Tom tried to keep it cool. "No I mean, I guess I can stay."

"Then you don't need this" Jay grabbed Tom's shirt covering his erection. Tom resisted momentarily and then let it go. Jay threw it across the room again. "No big boy clothes for you."

Tom gulped again. He didn't know what to do with his arms, now hanging anxiously at his side.

Jay looked Tom up and down. "Were you hiding something from me? Don't lie." Jay asked.

"Yes, yes I was, I mean I AM... I'm... hard." The boy answered trembling.

"And why are you hard cutie?" Jay kept leading him. He grabbed Tom's dick and squeezed. The other hand holding firmly on Tom's hip.

Tom was so embarrassed, and so fucking turned on by this coerced admission.

"Because of last night."

"You were thinking about last night?"

"Yeah..."

Jay pulled Tom in closer by his cock, wrapping his arm around him, his lips moving to Tom's ear. "And what happened last night."

"We... you, fucked me."

You mean I fucked you me right ass till you came on my cock like a good little slut."

Tom was shaking again - "yes" - he said.

"You liked cumming on my big black cock." Jay whispered.

"Yes Daddy." The word "daddy' suddenly came to Tom's lips so naturally.

"Say it."

"I liked cumming on your big black cock Daddy"

"And how many times did you cum?"

"Twice Daddy." Tom answered, red faced. Wanting so badly to look away from Jay bright penetrating stare, but not daring to.

"So then why you want to leave." Jay chided.

Because i am so confused, Tom thought.

"I dunno... I don't..." Tom breathed.

"You sure?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Hmmm..." Jay considered the boy, his words hot in Tom's ear. "Then show me."

Tom slowly moved his hand toward Jay's crotch, feeling the monster lying in wait. He gulped.

"Mmhmm.." jay smiled, letting go of the boy's hard erection and reaching up, he put his large hand on the top of Tom's head, firmly guiding the boy down onto his knees on the hard kitchen floor.

Jay stood up, towering over the young white boy and looked down at him. "You know what to do baby." His hand remained on Tom's head, cradling his chin.

What the fuck, just 30 minutes ago Tom was hyping himself to leave, return to his normal life. Now he was back on his knees.

Tom's hands went to Jay's waistband, unbuckling the belt of the fine linen pants. His hands were almost shaking from the excitement.

Here, now, in the bright light of mid morning... no booze, no dry-spell, no low lighting... there was no hiding that he wanted this. He still wanted it so fucking bad!

Tom slid Jay's pants and boxer briefs down, watching that long beautiful cock slowly reveal itself. It popped out unexpectedly and brushed against Tom's lips, painting pre cum on them.

Tom moaned involuntarily. Ughh... He licked it. Fuck! - The taste. What the fuck. He loved the taste.

Tom reached and held his daddy's dick reverently with both hands, like he was cradling the holy grail. It was hard but not as big as it could get, Tom knew. He stroked Jay's manhood, observing the colors in the daylight - the dark shaft, the lighter head. He watched the skin move, the heavy balls seemed to undulate as he slowly stroked.

It felt so wrong, how good it felt in his hands.

Even after being fucked twice by this beautiful cock, he marveled at it. His daddy was circumcised but still with a good amount of foreskin, at least 10 inches long when fully hard, and sooo thick.

He spent all morning being ashamed. But now, looking at the big perfect cock... he couldn't believe he had taken it up his ass... and he was, well, proud of himself.

Jay unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his broad chest. Tom looked up at his daddy. God damn he was so handsome.

His daddy continued to look down at him, smiling.

Tom took Jay into his mouth, not breaking eye contact.

Jay sighed in pleasure. "There you go. There you go." Jay's talk began again. "You like that big daddy dick huh"

Mouth full of cock, all Tom could do was moan in response, coming to a realization that he really did love it. He loooved being on his knees for Jay, and suddenly felt this overwhelming need to express his love for his new position in life.

He wanted to explore, he wanted to worship.

His mouth full, Tom swirled his tongue around and around the cockhead, tracing the edges of the glans. Using his tongue to rub the underside.

He popped his daddy's cock from his mouth and started to lick up and down the shaft, trying to coat it in his saliva. He gave wet kisses along both sides of the meaty shaft, almost like he was making out with it.

Up and down, one side and then the other. He felt its softness on his tongue and lips. He felt it on his face, he breathed it in. It's strength and it's power.

"There you go. Let go. This is where you're meant to be. Now show me." His daddy said.

His knees started to hurt, but Tom felt deep in his lust that this was right. This was good. He should suffer for Jay, ache for him, struggle for him. He got lost in the joy of his submission.

He went down to his daddy's balls, lapping at them, gently taking them one by one into his mouth. He tried to maintain a stroke on the shaft as he did so. He wanted to be oh so good for his daddy. A good slut.

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"Oh wow..." Jay moaned. Noticing the boy falling even further. Boy was falling in love with his meat, submitting deeper and deeper. Jay was turned on but not fully rock hard. Seemed like a perfect moment. He decided to test Tom's new limits, his expanded reality.

Jay's grip on Tom's hair tightened, guiding his new fuck toy's mouth back around his cock. The boy looked up at him.

"You're gonna be my good girl and take it all the way down your throat."

The boy moaned in response. So cute. Jay started to slowly thrust back and forth, fucking his giant slab to the back of the boy's throat..

He kept his hand firmly on the back of his new boy's head and applied more pressure, he started pushing the cock in and down.

The boy gagged hard and instinctively tried to pull back. Jay held him, the boy sputtered and gagged some more.

Jay loved it, watching him struggle, but regardless he gripped the boy's hair and pulled his cock out, holding the boy's head up and back, and resting his big cock on the comparatively small face. His balls were resting against the bottom of the boy's chin.

"Relax your throat." Jay ordered. "You want to be my good girl, you're going to need to learn."

"Sorry Daddy, it's so big." The boy breathed. Looking up at him with watery eyes.

Jay mused momentarily how quickly he'd turned this white boy from a cocksure jock to his cock slut. Fuck... this boy really turned Jay on.

He tried not to get too aroused. The boy's lips were already stretched just to take him. At this angle, it needed to curve down his throat. Being fully rock hard would make this nearly impossible.

He slapped the boy with his slab, it made a loud 'whack' noise against the side of his face. He put it back on the boy's face.

"I know baby. But we're not stopping till Daddy's balls are on your chin."

"Ok Daddy."

"Relax against the gag reflex, don't fight it."

He slapped his cock down again, this time with more force.

"Please, train me Daddy" the boy responded. Jay liked that, the boy was starting to get into it. Other responses had been queued responses to Jay's statements, while "train" was a new word the boy had pulled.

Jay led, the boy followed, but they were now starting to dance with each other. He could feel the boy falling deeper and deeper, Jay had broken Tom and now it was time to remold his sexuality.

"Good girl. It's just like your ass, another hole for Daddy to stretch. All you have to do is really want it."

Jay lined his cock up on the boy's lips.

"I want it." Tom said, kissing Jay's engorged cockhead.

"You really want it?"

"Yes Daddy so bad, please fuck your big cock down my throat."

Jay nodded, and entered the boy's mouth. He enjoyed a brief moment as the boy greedily swirled his tongue around the head.

Jay kept pushing, feeling his cock hit the back of the throat.

"Relax and take it, breathe through your nose." Jay slowly started pushing from the back of the boy's head while thrusting forward. He could feel the boy swallowing, working hard against his body's natural instinct to gag, to reject his thick cock.

"That's it... take it." Jay wasn't going to let him go anywhere. Jay saw the boy's will hold, eyes watering, cute lips fully stretched around the black python as Jay pushed deeper.

The cock bent into the boy's throat, protruding his adam's apple and moving unrelentingly down into his esophagus.

The boy gagged, and Jay could feel the throat contract around his massive cock. The boy's arms flailed in desperation, but Jay didn't relent.

He saw the boy relax, submit. His pale arms stopped their panic, and reached out and put his hands on Jay's dark muscled ass, accepting his plight...

Fuck, this was such a submissive little slut. This boy was special.

The boy's will held, and the lips of his new conquest came to rest against Jay's abdomen.

"Goooood girl!" Jay cooed. Genuinely impressed.

He slowly pulled all the way out, Tom gasping for air as the enormous slab left his throat. A trail of slobber still connecting the boy's lips to Jay's cock.

"Thank you Daddy" the boy breathed between gasps.

Jay held his grip tightly on the boy's hair. He swished his hips back and forth, slapping the boy's face with his slobber-soaked cock.

"Keep your mouth wide" Jay said. The boy opened and stuck his tongue out. What a fucking slut he's becoming, Jay mused to himself.

"Good girl, stretch your throat for this big black cock." The boy moaned in response and Jay thrust into his mouth again, reaching with his other arm underhanded and lightly holding the boy's throat. The boy's head was fully controlled by his big thick hands.

Slowly, but with more steady momentum than last time, Jay snaked down the boy's throat. Again the boy took it, all the way to the hilt. Jay could feel the throat expanding as the cock moved unrelentingly down. This time he only gagged when Jay pulled out.

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"Gooood girl!" Jay praised him again. Tom could feel his hefty balls against his chin. This was now the third time Jay had thrust his cock all the way down Tom's throat.

"Doing so good. Daddy can feel his big cock stretching your slut throat!" Damn that turned Tom on so hard. His daddy's grip on his hair and on his throat was strong, unmoving. Jay was fully in control.

Once again he felt that feeling of being trapped as this powerful man started to slowly pump his face. Tom wanted to please him so badly, and was so turned on by the idea of his daddy using him, training him.

"I'm gonna make you the perfect cocksucking slut" Jay told him. Barely able to breathe, eyes filled with tears, Tom could only respond with moans.

His daddy used his mouth as he wanted. He fucked his cock down again and again. Sometimes to the back of the throat, sometimes all the way down to the root, then small thrusts deep into his throat, bouncing his balls off the boy's chin.

His daddy soon started a rhythm, Jay saying nasty shit to his new girl, to which the only responses were "gllggg!" "Gllggg!" as the boy's throat took the assault of Jay's cock.

Tom's eyes were watering, and snot came down his face. His knees hurt and his jaws ached.

"There you go baby, right where you're meant to be..."

His discomfort grew, but was matched with the rise in a fundamental understanding. Tom understood that a good girl would endure his daddy's unyielding lust. He was lucky, and this suffering was the price for such big daddy dick, for such terrible pleasure.

He turned it off, the resistance. This stud of a man liked him and was going to use him, and he was going to be of use. Just like last night, everything else started to drift away.

Whatever this was, wrong or right... he realized he didn't need to care. There was just him, his daddy, and his reward. Pleasure and pain.

There they were, locked together, the sounds of the boy's struggle intertwined with the man's moans of pleasure. The gasps and gagging, the sighs and "good girl" commentary. Tom savored the sensations, feeling like a slut, feeling like a good girl, feeling used.

Tom felt his daddy thrust deep down his throat again, holding the massive slab there, balls on Tom's chin, his nose against his belly.

He didn't have lots of air in his lungs, yet the grip on his head was firm.

Jay didn't relent.

Saliva was now steadily flowing off his daddy's big balls, produced involuntarily as a reaction to the assault on Tom's throat.

Tom couldn't breathe, couldn't remember the last time he took a breath. He started to feel like he was being held underwater, instinctively pulling back, his survival instincts kicking in.

His daddy held him firm, the boy's lips never leaving Jay's stomach. "You fucking take it faggot" Jay said sternly.

The words penetrated Tom to his core. A girl - Jay's girl. A faggot - what his daddy made him. The degrading slur turned Tom on deeply, and burned the fire of submission even deeper.

Somehow opening his mouth even wider, Tom stuck out his tongue, and lapped at his daddy's balls.

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"Gooood girl..." Jay sighed. He was so turned on by this boy he almost considered nutting right there into the boy's belly. But he breathed slowly in and out, controlling his lust. He had a different scene in mind, a scene ending with breeding his new boy in the late morning light.

He pulled back, slowly sliding his mammoth piece of coal out of the boy's throat. He took his heavy cock in his hand, regaining his control, and slapped the boy's face. The saliva slick and slocking.

He looked down at the boy, knees raw, body clearly aching, but taking it. Jay wanted it all, this kid was eager to give it.

"You were made for this, to submit to your Daddy." Jay said, smothering the boy's face with his cock.

"I want to be a good girl for you Daddy" the boy replied, looking up at Jay with his bright eyes.

"Good girls do anything they're told."

"Yes Daddy. I'll be good for you Daddy"

"Gonna bring that ass to the couch, and you're gonna take what daddy's gives you."

The boy started to get up, but Jay pushed his head back down.

"Nah baby, you gonna crawl there for Daddy." The statement hung there a second, and the boy looked up at him. In the bright room, Jay could see the boy's eyes dilate even more at the commanding tone, as Jay reached down, gripping Tom's hair, and gently but firmly slapping him in the face.

The boy let out a gasping shudder - He likes it... Jay thought to himself.

"You heard what I said."

"Yes Daddy." The boy responded.

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Dropping to his hands and knees, Tom felt Jay looming over him. His body strong and his cock powerful.

"Come on slut, crawl for Daddy." Jay commanded.

Tom felt a firm slap against his ass. He started moving, beginning his submissive crawl.

"Nah baby, swing those hips, show that ass off." Jay said disapprovingly, slapping Tom again on the ass, harder.

"Such a nice booty, wiggle it for me."

Tom was so red, his ears hot. He reached into memory, to music videos he'd seen of girls doing seductive crawls. He tried moving his hips.

Such an unnatural movement, disconnecting his hips from his torso like this - as a masculine young man he'd never tried being sexy.

He focused, slowing his crawl and swinging his hips out, side to side as his legs moved.

"Like that Daddy?"

*Smack*

"Mmm yeah much better. You like being my sexy little girl huh."

"I do Daddy, I want to be good for you."

"Gonna be real good for me today, gonna take everything I give you."

"Yes Daddy." Tom got into the crawl, moving his hips, sticking out his ass, Jay spanking him periodically.

This dirty talk continued and before Tom knew it he'd reached the living room rug, bringing relief to his knees.

"Get on the couch, stay on your knees." Jay ordered.

Tom crawled up onto the couch, the pillows under his tummy, his body bent over with his hands holding onto the top back of the couch.

"Like this Daddy?" Tom stuck his ass out.

"Just like that." His daddy cooed.

He felt Jay shift behind him. And looked back to see Jay now getting to his knees. This powerful man was behind him again, and suddenly that big tongue was on him, and in him.

Tom stepped outside of his body again. He heard himself sigh as his daddy began rimming him. He remembered last night, how much he loved it. It was so intimate, such a submission, giving this to another man. He briefly thanked himself for cleaning his ass so thoroughly earlier that morning.

His daddy licked up and down his taint, to the bottom of his balls, and back to his ass. His tongue was SO thick as it pushed past Tom's anal rings, more easily done this morning due to the permanent stretch they'd received last night.

Tom comprehended this change. His hole would never be the same. No that can't be how anatomy worked... More accurately, he would never be the same. He was different now, this man had changed him.

Fuck it. That doesn't matter He told himself - nothing mattered except this - being his daddy's good faggot girl, right NOW.

He felt the soft unrelenting tongue, the whiskers scratching his soft butt, he was getting turned on from being owned. He wanted to be owned.

"Fuck Daddy, own me Daddy!!" Tom cried out.

Jay spanked him in response, spreading the boy's tight ass with both hands and driving his tongue deep, wiggling it around inside.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuck...!" Tom groaned, so fucking turned on. He pushed back, wiggling his ass against his daddy's face.

Jay spanked him again, plunging the tongue in and out.

Tom felt the big body shift again, mouth leaving his hole. Tom turned to see Jay, his beautiful burly physique on full display, casually walk over to a side table and pulled out more poppers and lube.

Tom's stomach lurched. It was a signal of what was coming. His daddy's bricked up black cock leaned to the side as Jay sat down next to the boy on the couch.

Tom, still on his knees and bent over, then sat back on his feet in a kneeling position, shyly clasping his hands together and watching as his daddy dripped lube all over his big dark fuckstick.

"Baby now it's your turn to show me how bad you like it. You're gonna sit on it for me." Jay motioned, waving his massive piece back and forth.

Tom gulped. He stared at it.

Jay grabbed his face, his large hand clasping under the boy's mouth, around his chin. He stroked his thickness.

He swiftly slapped Tom in the face again.

"Don't make me repeat myself." Jay held the boy's face, commanding obedience.

"Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy."

Another slap to his face. Not painful, but a demonstration to the boy that his daddy's kindness came under the condition of submission, and strict dominance over the boy.

"It's all ok" Jay said, holding the boy's face firmly but lovingly, still stroking his lubed cock, "Daddy's gonna make you the perfect girl. Make you cum on this fat fucking cock again. Gonna be begging me to put another load in you."

Tom's memory flashed to earlier that morning when all his daddy's cum from the night before had been leaking out of his ass.

Jay held the boy steady as he swung his leg over the mature black man's thick frame. Tom straddled the older man, Tom's impending struggle now resting against his ass cheeks.

The boy's cock was hard, now making contact with his daddy's stomach, who was in a seated position. He realized he was above Jay for the first time, that there was a degree of control Jay was giving him, freedom to explore.

"I want it." Tom groaned, grinding himself on his daddy, his cock rubbing against Jay's broad belly as Jay's lubed cock nestled between his asscheeks.

"Come get it my cute little faggot." His daddy responded, slapping his thick cock against Tom's ass.

He fed the boy a popper - that warm heady sensation flooded Tom throughout, riling him up deep inside. That feeling, oh goodness that feeling of going down the rollercoaster... that feeling of wanting to be fucked like a good little slut.

Tom felt so naughty as he reached back and grasped the shaft. He adjusted himself, shifting his hips forward to try and position the lubed weapon at his hole. Jesus, he had to move so far forward just to get the thick head poking at his entrance.

His daddy held his ass with both hands, helping to keep the boy steady on his lap. Tom again felt the now familiar sensation of a baseball bat against his hole. He lowered himself slowly, feeling the head pop into his ass, his rings stretching.

Fuuuuck it's inside me. Tom thought.

Holy hell it felt so thick, how the fuck did he take this last night??. Suddenly a pang of fear flooded the boy, a moment of doubt. He cock hit his prostate, it felt all so overwhelming. He didn't know if he could do this.

It was at that moment he felt warmth on his cock. So focused, he hadn't noticed how far up his daddy's frame he'd had to rise to position the long cock at his puckered hole. His daddy had taken his boy cock into his mouth.

It fit easily, and the large tongue swirled around the head. It didn't feel like he was getting a blowjob, instinctively it felt more like he was a girl getting her clit played with, a girl getting pleasured so she could take a big cock in a small hole.

He was so fucking turned on by his daddy's surprise. Such a sexy man, taking so much, but giving Tom things he'd never even dreamed of wanting. Punishing yes, but so sweet in these moments. He wanted to give Jay everything, all of him, anything he wanted.

"Oh Daddy!!"

His cock slipped from his daddy's warm mouth as Tom lowered himself down onto the massive tool. The "pop" noise - the boy's cock bouncing free - coalesced as his Daddy's mighty tool filled him deep, pushing against his prostate as it went by, his g-spot that his daddy had forced him to discover.

The anal orgasm came upon him suddenly, erupting from deep inside, ripping across his body like a hurricane. Tom groaned loudly.

"Oh fuck Daddy I'm cumming!" he yelled as cum spurted from his cock onto his daddy, his ass spasming around Jay's shaft as the orgasm ripped across his body.

He couldn't control himself, his strength being sucked out of his body by the orgasm. His legs gave out and his body fell, causing his tight pale ass to unexpectedly bottom out the big black cock. This only made the orgasm more intense.

"Oh god DADDY...." Tom groaned again. So fucking full, sooo fucking big. His body took over, grinding against his Daddy, grinding into the orgasm.

"You greedy little slut!" Jay growled, smacking the boy's ass cheek again, and again.

Tom loved it, the pleasure and the pain.

"Oh spank me Daddy!" Tom cried out. "Own me!"

Jay obliged, cracking the air with smacks against the boy's plump ass. Tom groaned, his Daddy's big cock stretching out his orgasm, sending wave after wave of pleasure from his ass enhanced by the slaps to his ass cheeks.

Fuck it was all sooo much.

Despite cumming, his cock was still rock hard. He felt weak, like he was going to pass out from the overwhelming sensations.

"Yeah babyyy, ride that big dick" Jay cooed.

"Oh it's so much, I can't Daddy.." Tom said.

A hard slap rang across the boy's face, bringing him back to his senses.

"Nah you greedy girl, you be a good faggot for Daddy." Jay commanded. "Bounce on that big dick for me."

Fuck Tom loved how mean his Daddy was, how unforgiving. He gathered his wits and fucked himself on the big black cock.

"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry I was greedy Daddy."

"It's ok baby, you just falling in love with Daddy's cock is all" Jay sympathized.

"Breathe in," Jay said, feeding Tom another popper. Fuck Tom felt transported, rocking up and down on Jay's meat.

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Jay hadn't expected the boy to cum that quick, but he enjoyed the show all the same. He knew the slut's instinct after cumming that hard was to quit, maybe even pass out. But he thought this was a good time to teach him a lesson.

The lesson was to always put Jay's pleasure first.

"Look at you naughty girl cumming on your Daddy without permission." He chided the boy.

"Sorry daddy, sorry daddyyyy!" The boy apologized in gasps as he rode the cock up and down.

"You'll be sorry if you don't clean up your mess." Jay gritted, grabbing the boy's hair and pushing his face to Jay's chest, where some of the spurts of the boy's cum had landed.

Jay put deep strokes up the boy's ass as he forced the boy to lick it up, to taste his own cum.

"That's right, clean up your mess." When it was mostly clean, Jay gripped the boy's head up, taking two fingers and scooping some more cum off his stomach that the boy couldn't reach.

"Suck it," Jay said, forcing the fingers into the boy's mouth. The boy sucked greedily, moaning as his mouth and ass were invaded by Jay.

Jay kept his fingers in the boy's mouth, fucking him digitally as his cock stretched his tight hole. Both fully naked, oreo skin-tones contrasting brightly in the sun-soaked room.

He could tell the boy was barely holding on against wave after wave of pleasure, the pressure on the slut's g-spot keeping the boy cock rock hard, mini tremors coming again and again.

The boy kept moaning, like he was in a trance, it turned Jay on to watch sluts get cock drunk like this.

Jay knew now he had him, the morning had sealed the deal. He'd broken this young man on his cock and he'd never be the same. He'd always have the ache now, a true bottom slut. A girl for the right kind of man, a man like himself.

He took his fingers out of the boy's mouth, returning both hands to his ass, letting the boy lead the ride but keeping hands there to remind who was in control.

The boy's pale hands rested on Jay's broad chest, supporting as he rocked up and down on Jay.

"Oh Daddy I feel so full. Your cock feels soooo good Daddy" the boy started vocalizing, practically drooling.

"That's right baby, you got that big black daddy dick in you now, nothing gonna ever feel as good ever again."

The boy looked at him, alarmed at the words.

Jay laughed. "It's ok, you were made for this my sweet little faggot girl."

"I was made for you?"

"I made you." Jay responded, spanking his ass.

"Daddy can I kiss you...? I want to feel your tongue."

"I only kiss good girls."

"I'm a good girl Daddy, I'm a good little faggot girl."

"Then come here." Jay brought him down to his lips.

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The initial orgasm had almost made Tom collapse, but his daddy's stern attitude had kept him focused on his task. He had been so overwhelmed by the power and speed of his orgasm that he'd forgotten.

Forgotten that this wasn't about him. He was the toy, something to be played with and used. That was his job, to be enjoyed.

Now he found himself getting his mouth tongue-fucked as his new daddy, twice his size, plowed his ass anew.

Leaning forward, making out, their bodies rubbed together. Tom could feel his cock, still hard despite the powerful anal orgasm, rubbing against his daddy's belly. That, combined with the big cock pummeling his ass, started to build. He couldn't believe it but he felt like he might cum again.

"Daddy" he breathed against Jay's lips, breaking the kiss. "You're gonna make me cum again."

"Greedy girl!" Jay admonished him.

"Please Daddy please cum in me! I can't - it feels too good!"

Suddenly his daddy took control, holding Tom firmly by the ass in both hands and thrusting his cock hard and fast, in and out of the boy.

Tom fell forward, wrapping his arms around Jay's neck.

"Oh god" Tom cried, as his daddy started to bite and suck on his neck.

"Take it you greedy slut" Jay said, taking full control. God this cock was so powerful, fucking at such a pace. Tom could feel the balls slapping up, against his ass. His cock, slick with cum, slid against Jay's body.

"Oh fuuuck" Tom sputtered. "Yes, use me Daddy. Use me! Use me!"

Jay bit his cheek, spanked his ass hard again and again.

Tom came. Hard.

He couldn't help it. It was just like the last one, not from fucking, but from being fucked.

The only difference was, having already busted a huge load on his daddy, cum instead just seemed to pour out of his penis like pee, pushed by the huge throbbing black cock that was owning him and pounding at his prostate.

His cock kept rubbing against his daddy's belly, increasing the pleasure. It was too much. He felt confused. He didn't know where he was... Something changed... What was going on...? He held tight around his daddy's strong neck.

He was putty. He realized he was floating. No... that wasn't right.

He shook out of his stupor to find himself suspended in the air. His daddy was standing, fucking him onto his cock.

Tom couldn't believe it. When did that happen?

Tom could see their reflection in the large TV's black mirror. Jay's muscles bulging, face in a grimace. It was an angry fuck as Tom watched the monster cock silhouetted, disappearing in and out of his slender body.

Hips slapped against the boy's ass. Tom was truly being owned. His daddy was so much.

"Own me Daddy! Cum in me!" Tom said over and over. He wrapped his arms around Jay, his legs still straddling the wide frame, held by powerful arms.

He wanted to be so good for his daddy. And it must have felt good because his daddy soon cried out.

"Here it comes slut!" Jay grunted. Tom felt as load after load pumped up into him, his daddy cumming up his ass as he held on tight.

"Yes... yes... thank you Daddy" Tom moaned.

Jay lowered them both onto the couch, Tom's face up with his Daddy on top of him. They made out as Jay pumped more cum into the boy's ass.

After a minute, with Tom sprawled out on the couch, his daddy pulled out, repositioning himself - he straddled the boy's face.

"Clean it." Jay said.

A test? A punishment? It didn't matter - Tom offered no resistance. Opening his mouth, Daddy fed him the cum-soaked cock that had just been in his ass. The half-hard cock was forced down the boy's throat. Tom gagged. He was tasting his own ass. Jay smeared it on his face, those large balls on his lips. he tongued at them.

"Good girl."

The man then brought his hips forward, so his heavy black balls were on the boy's forehead, his taint and ass at the boy's lips.

"Lick it."

Tom licked his daddy's ass. Unlike his own analingus by his daddy, this act was another demonstration of power. Of his daddy's power over him. His submission.

His daddy moved back and forth, cock and ass flowing in and around the boy's lips. With the orgasm fading and bringing him somewhat back down to earth, Tom felt himself, covered in his sins. In his truth.

24 hours ago he'd been a normal heterosexual college boy on his way back to school, hoping to meet a girl and get lucky with the remaining days of semester break.

Then he'd met Jay, who had broken him into something new.

He was a bottom slut now for this man... a toy, a thing to be trained, to be used.

Tom sighed... finally admitting the truth to himself... I love this.