CHAPTER 3
“Before we start, I’m gonna give you one chance to back out.”
Grizz works as he talks, undoing the cuffs around my ankles before he manhandles me to sit on the desk. I wince, feeling my sore ass and aching cheeks. Yet I stay where he puts me. Obedient. Docile. He recovered from his orgasm quickly, but I’m having trouble keeping up.
My mind feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton and my body is still hot to the touch.
And I’m hard again.
I came better than I ever have in my life, but somehow my dick has twitched back to life already. Grizz still hasn’t touched me there. He’s touched me everywhere else, but his interest in my dick only extends to teasing me for getting hard without any help. Grizz leers down at my erection and ignores it, only patting my face.
I’m still naked.
My hands behind me are still bound and painted with both my come…and his. I can feel it start to dribble out of my ass as I sit there and try to follow his words.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me tonight. If you want, you can quit here and go home. When I remove your gag, you get five seconds to make your choice. Ready, boy?”
Grizz removes the ball gag. It leaves my mouth with a sick popping sound. Fuck, my mouth is sore. I begin to lick at my slob covered lips, some part of me already missing the gag. I feel empty without the gag in my mouth…and without a cock in my ass.
I really am a slut.
I went from straight-ish virgin to gay slut in under an hour. Though to be honest, it feels like I’ve been here all night. One quick glance at the clock on the wall confirms it though. Grizz broke me down in record time.
Grizz taps my chin to get my attention.
“Well, what will it be. You gonna be sent home with what’s left of your dignity intact and go back to school and be their good ‘ole boy…or are you gonna stay the night in the club and be my good little boy?”
I’m nodding my head before he’s even finished the question.
“Please,” I gasp, still licking my lips. “Yes, please. I…want it. I need you to do that to me. Please, fuck, please. I need to be used and abused.”
I need it so bad I’m already shaking. Needy and horny, desperate for another cock. For more men.
“That’s what I thought,” Grizz chuckles, dark and deep, before he wanders off, leaving me squirming on the desk. He goes to a black cabinet with silver hinges and opens it. Inside is a treasure trove of sex toys. Though they look more like tools to my inexperienced eyes.
I might not be a virgin anymore, but I’m still in unfamiliar waters. Everything is new and foreign to me. It’s as thrilling as it is intimidating.
“We gotta get you ready for a night of free use. You ever heard that word before?”
I shake my head, silent, and it takes me a few seconds to remember I can talk now. “Uh, no,” I admit.
“It means exactly what it sounds like. You’re gonna be free to use, baby. Anyone will be able to fuck your slutty holes however they want and the only thing you’ll do is thank them for their come.”
Grizz returns to me. He doesn’t come back empty-handed, holding up two small metal contraptions. “This is a cock ring. It’ll turn you into our toy, keep you ready for any cock that’s shoved inside you. You ain’t allowed to come until I take it off and give the order. And these here are nipple clamps. Your little dick and boy nipples are gonna stay hard all night long.”
Grizz puts the cock ring on first.
I shudder as he does it, the metal cold against my sensitive parts. The nipple clamps are cold too. And they hurt as they pinch my pink nipples. I let out a high-pitched whine, whining even louder as Grizz gives them a cruel little tug.
“Oh, shut up,” he says with a teasing grin. “I know you’re secretly a pain slut. Look at your cock. Still hard even when you’re getting your nipples tortured or your ass spanked raw. Your body takes whatever it’s given and then you beg for more. Needy, slutty baby.”
My face flushes hot and red from that nickname, I glance down at my body. Looking at what Grizz had done to me and what I’ve let him do. I’m his toy and he’s decorated me, dressed me up before leading me to the slaughter.
No, more than that.
He’s opening up a butcher’s shop too.
And I’m the only piece of meat he’s serving to the masses.
I shiver with delight as I remember the throngs of men I saw out on the dance floor. How much of that crowd is going to be making use of me tonight?
I’m about to find out.
“The gag is staying out. I want to hear you moaning like a whore and screaming like a slut while you’re getting fucked. And two holes are better than one. Oh, good boy, you’re getting everything you want tonight.”
Grizz leans in close to my face. Close enough to touch, to kiss. And he does kiss me, sorta. Though I’ve never been kissed in the way he kisses me. His meaty, calloused fingers grip my chin and his tongue invades my mouth.
The kiss feels like just another way to fuck me.
When Grizz pulls away, I’m left dizzy and yearning for more. He must see that need in my eyes. He slaps me, hard, across the face. My mouth hangs open with a surprised, but welcoming cry.
It seems I enjoy being slapped across the face as much as I enjoy being spanked.
Grizz knows me, he understands me. He gets me in a way nobody else has. And I’m not judged for it, even if he’s tormenting. All he does is give me what I’ve always wanted but been too afraid, too ashamed to ask for.
Luckily, with Grizz, I don’t have to ask. He’s just going to give me everything I want.
And what I want is to be his free use toy.
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“Fuck, this bitch is tight. C’mon. Relax your boy cunt, I can barely fuck you like this.”
“Aw, be nice. He just got his ass cherry popped. Give him a minute to get used to it.”
I have two men inside of me. Two strangers. One in my ass and one in my mouth. I’m up on Grizz’s desk, posed on my knees with my arms still tied behind my back. This position is precarious, I feel like I’m being torn apart as they share me.
I know Grizz is there, somewhere, in his office but I can’t see him. I can’t see any of the men who have filed into the room to check me out and get in line for their turn at my holes.
Grizz had one more decoration to put on me: a blindfold. A black piece of silk is fastened over my eyes. I don’t know anything about the men inside of me. I don’t know if they’re young or old, black or white, cut or uncut. All I know is that their cocks feel huge as they fuck my ass and my mouth, pulling me this way and then pushed that way.
Having my hands bound makes it difficult to keep my balance. The man in my mouth helps keep me upright, one hand in my hair and the other wrapped underneath one of my arm pits. I can feel my thigh muscles begin to burn. My body is aching, the rim of my ass stretched out wide and the corners of my mouth dripping with drool.
“That’s it, that’s a good bitch. Much better. Stay like that, fuck. Such a sweet mouth on you.”
I’m not even sucking his cock. I don’t have to learn how to suck cock.
My mouth is just another hole for this stranger to use.
I’m not sucking cock…he’s just fucking my face. The speed and force increases, making me gag around the thick rod in my mouth.
A gag that transitions into a scream as the man in my ass decides to give me a hard slap across the ass.
They both laugh at me and praise me for not biting down. I wouldn’t dare. I know my place in the club and I know my role between them. I’m the bitch. The twink. I’m their cock slut and their come whore. A submissive boy. A slave bottom. I’m whatever they want to call me.
I’m nothing but a set of willing holes that only exists to be fucked rough and bred.
“Was he really a virgin, Grizz?” Someone else asks, some man that hasn’t put his cock in me yet. I can feel the lust dripping off him.
“He’s the real deal,” Grizz confirms. “He’s my good boy and he wants to be good for y’all…and the rest of the club. He’s a true blue slut. Ready, willing, and able to take any dick shoved inside of him. Now, hurry up. I got a line outside my office all the way out to the dance floor.”
I love how he’s taken charge. He controls me and all access to me. None of these men would be fucking me if they didn’t have Grizz’s permission. It’s thrilling to know that Grizz is going to be here all night, watching the other club members play with me.
“Hm, why didn’t you put this slut in the Bang Room?”
“Maybe next time.” I can hear the evil grin in Grizz’s voice. I’d ask what the hell the Bang Room is, but my mouth is stuffed with cock. It doesn’t matter. I begin to lose track of time and my sense of self as I’m stuffed from both ends. Fucked again and again and again.
The men come within seconds of each other, painting the inside of my mouth and spraying down my throat. The smell of musk and the faint taste of salt and soap trickles down my throat.
It doesn’t taste good yet…I grow hunger for more as the softening cock slips from my mouth.
It’s replaced with another immediately. I barely have a moment to swallow before my face is being fucked again. I cry. I whine. I moan. My limbs and my nipples ache with pain as I maintain that position atop the desk.
I don’t know how many men fuck me like that. I must take three or four more pairs before I can’t take it anymore. I collapse into a heap, but that doesn’t mean I’ve tapped out for the night.
“Good boy,” Grizz tells me as he checks the cock ring. It’s still in place and I haven’t come. He tugs on the nipple clamps and I let out a shout. “Such a good boy for us. You’re taking your fucks like a champion. Let’s give you a break. Gonna put you on your back and let you sing for a while. Come on, good boy. Give us a song while you get screwed.”
My arms are repositioned so they’re above my head and I’m laid out so my knees are shoved up while my ass hangs off the edge of the desk. And just like that, I’m being fucked by another cock.
Grizz remains by my side. His strong arms hold me down while I’m used again. And again. And again. I sing for them, whining and moaning and crying out with lusty need as they ravage my hole and spill their seed inside me, breeding my ass.
I don’t know how long it goes on, and frankly, I don’t care. I never want this to stop. I’m bound, cuffed, and blindfolded, yet I’ve never felt more free.
I wade into the deep, dark river of lust and let myself float.
Every single one of these strange men fuck me bare and give it to me raw.
The dirty talk never stops. If it isn’t Grizz praising me for being a good boy, then someone else is calling me names. Telling me to take their cock and come.
They breed me. They come deep in my ass, stuffing me so full that it dribbles down my thighs. I’m pumped full of so much come that Grizz doesn’t have to bother lubing me up again at any point during the night.
Though a few of the men do use their spit.
They spit in my hole and on my face.
I never beg them to stop. I only beg for more.
“Be good for me,” Grizz says, “be a good boy for your daddy.”
I am good. I’m his boy.
His submissive slut.
I take whatever I’m given and thank them for it, pleading to be fucked harder and filled with come. I want it so bad. I need it so much.
By the end of the night, I can’t even remember my own name. Everything about my past fades away and I cease to exist as anything but a toy. Joy and peace settles over me. I don’t struggle as I’m flipped and manhandled into all sorts of positions. I’m bent over and laid out. Twisted up like a pretzel or stretched out long.
One guy even takes a seat in Grizz’s chair and demands I ride him. I do it, bouncing up and down on his dick with glee.
My face is fucked until I cry and my ass is spanked until it bruises black and blue. Yet I endure, I beg and plead for more as they ravage me until I’m utterly ruined. I’m so turned on and my balls ache with the need to come, but the cockring keeps me in a constant state of arousal.
I’m their stupid slut and insatiable twink, only there to be freely used and utterly debased.
It goes on all night.
It’s only when the final round is served at the bar that a final round on my ass is called. The last group of men happens so fast I can’t even keep track of it. They use me in quick succession, paying me around fast and fucking me hard.
It’s only when the last man has shot his load all over my face that Grizz helps me kneel down on the ground and removes the blindfold. I blink up at Grizz with wide eyes, my mouth hanging open with desperation.
“Please?” I beg.
“Try again,” Grizz says and taps the tip of my nose.
“Please…daddy.” I can only whisper the word hoarsely. My throat has been fucked raw. “Please, let me come. I was so good, please.”
Grizz shushes me and wipes some come off my cheek. “You were. You were so good for me, for all of them. My good boy deserves a reward.”
He kneels down and removes the cockring. Relief instantly fills me.
“I’ll let my toy play with himself. Go on, get yourself off…you know what to do.”
I stare up at Grizz, my eyes widening even more. My hands are still bound behind my back. I can’t touch myself…but Grizz’s leg is right there.
He’s right. I do know what to do.
I lean closer to him, planting my groin against his knee.
“That’s it, good boy. Rub yourself off on me.”
I shut my eyes tight and thrust myself against Grizz’s leather pants. I do it over and over again, until fireworks bloom in the darkness behind my eyelids.
I come all over Grizz’ pants and paint my own belly, the power of my orgasm making it so a few drops of come even hit my nipples.
My brain goes utterly, totally blank.
When I come back to myself, I find Grizz staring down at me with a dark gleam in his eyes and a toothy grin.
“Clean up after yourself, good boy.”
I nod and drop my head, my tongue flicking out for my last task of the night. Though I know this isn’t the last I’ll see of Grizz. I’ve opened myself up to him, let him see me and know me.
And he’s accepted me.
There’s no escape. No going back to my old life.
I know who I am and what I want. I understand myself better than I ever have. It doesn’t matter what happens to me or who fucks me.
I know Grizz will take care of me.
He’s more than the man who took my virginity. He’s more than the owner of the Bear’s Den.
I can tell this is the beginning of a relationship that’s going to last forever.
He’s my man.
My master. My daddy.
Most of all, he’s my dominant.
I’m going to be his good boy and slutty baby for the rest of my life…and I’m going to be Good Boy for the whole club whenever he wants to share me.