A Slut is Born Ch. 02

Note: I just want to thank the people who have contacted me about the first part of this story. So many wonderful and positive comments. It made writing the second part much easier. I will endeavor to answer as much of your mail as possible but please be patient. Keep reading, I'll keep writing.

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The week went by slowly as I digested what Jim had done to me last Saturday. As I walked around school, I found myself looking at people differently, wondering if any of them had ever been treated the way I had. This would always bring the details of what Jim had done to my mind and my cock would immediately start to respond. I had started making sure I always had a book or a coat to hold in front of my crotch, and walked around in almost perpetual shame.

The showers after gym were the worst. I would stand there, the hot water running over my body with 20-30 guys I had seen naked for the last year or so, but now it was different. I started noticing their cocks, wondering what it would be like to suck them, feel them fucking me. Usually at this point, I would need to turn the water icy cold and endure it to calm myself down.

Even teachers were catching my eye. I caught myself staring at my coach a few times. He was probably in his late 40’s and muscular. Powerful legs and arms, rugged handsome face. At nights I would lay in bed thinking of him holding me down the way Jim had and making me his little bitch too,

Saturday morning finally came and I spent the day anxious and restless about seeing Jim again. Did I dare to show up? I mean normal guys my age didn’t do this sort of thing. What was wrong with me? At dinner, I told my parents that Jim had invited me over to watch the game and would that be all right with them. I explained that Jim had said it would be OK if I just slept there when the game was over. My father looked at my mother and Mom sweetly said how nice that was of him and of course I could go over.

Couldn’t they see? I felt the shame welling up inside me. Couldn’t they tell their son was being used as an older man’s fuck-toy? Didn’t they care? As these thoughts went through my head, the things Jim had done to me started to pop up as well. Images of his cock forcing it’s way down my throat. I imagined how I must have looked with my ass up in the air as he grabbed my hips and pumped his dick inside my ass. True to form, my cock started to rise and I knew there was no way out. I regretted not being able to get out of this situation, but my body wanted it to happen again and again.

After dinner, I goofed of in my room for a while, not wanting contact with anyone. Finally as the clock read 8:55, I knew it was time. I said good night to my folks and walked out the door over to Jim’s house.

I knocked on the door and Jim answered promptly.

“Ahh, good, you’re here,” he said, “I knew you wouldn’t be late.”

He let me in and I started towards the living room.

“No, you need to go upstairs to my room an change into the clothes I’ve laid out for you.” He grinned at me, openly leering at me. “There’s a list on the bed of the duties you will be performing tonight.”

“Hey, Jim, c’mon, the game’s about to start.” A voice shouted from in the living room. My face reddened. We weren’t alone?

“Jim what’s going on? You didn’t say anything about anyone else being here.” I looked into his eyes; they sparkled like he had a great secret.

“You just do as your told and everything will work itself out,” he replied, leaning closer to me, he grabbed my ass and pulled me close to him, his mouth by my ear ”Understand, slut?”

I could feel my cock start to get hard as I whimpered a “yes” back to him and slowly went up the stairs.

In Jim’s room I found the clothes he had laid out for me. I got undressed and put them on. Piece by piece I dressed. A black bra and garter belt with black stockings. Black panties, covered by what looked like a maid’s outfit. Black high heels and a red wig. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My first thought was “Damn she’s hot!” before I realized that she was me. I certainly did look good, Jim had left some makeup and I applied it as best I could. Some color on my eyes and cheeks, and bright red lipstick. I looked again and couldn’t see me anymore. All I saw was a whore. Tears welled up in my eyes, as my cock throbbed mercilessly.

I looked for the list Jim had said I’d find. It read:

Serve drinks and food as needed. (Everything is in the kitchen.) Empty ashtrays. Be respectful, and polite. Keep in mind, whore that you are my property, and as such you WILL do whatever you’re told. Embarrass me in front of my friends (FRIENDS??? Plural? How many people were down there, I cringed) and I’ll make you sorry you did.

I went downstairs, tears squeezing from my eyes and snuck into the kitchen. Jim was waiting and he looked me over.

“Very nice” he said “You’ll get better with the makeup in time. Now turn around and bend over, I want to see that pretty ass.”

A fresh batch of shame coursed through me as I did as I was told. His hand grabbed my ass and squeezed it firmly; his finger slid inside my panties and teased my hole. I moaned softly and pushed back against his finger. He pulled away quickly and slapped my ass.

“Not yet, slut, not yet.” He laughed at me. Slapping me again he turned to go into the living room, “Get to work, bitch.” He said over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him.

The shame combined with his rejection, was turning to anger now. Hadn’t I done everything he wanted? What the fuck was his problem. He wanted me to be a whore for him and here I was and now he didn’t even want me? I’d show him. I figured I’d spend the evening flirting with his friends and teach him a lesson. I quickly familiarized my self with the kitchen and went out into the living room.

It had been rearranged since my last visit. The TV was new, and huge!! A couch in an L shape had been set in front of it and to the side of the TV was some kind of plant hanger. There was no plant in it, but it was big enough to support a tree!

Sitting around on the couch was Jim, and three other men. Jim introduced me as “Mary”. Ben was a short man with a jovial face and bald, maybe 50. Stan was pretty much average. Nothing special or notable about him but Charlie was HUGE. 6’5” at least maybe 250 and it looked like it was all muscle. His skin was dark black and his smile showed a row of teeth a dentist would be proud to own. Striking, handsome and intimidating, I felt an immediate liking for him.

I took their drink orders and went in the kitchen to get them. Coming back I made sure to bend a little more then needed when I set Ben’s down to give Charlie a good view of my ass. I twirled and spun showing my legs and I knew they could all see the tops of my stockings.

I tried to be nice and engage the three friends in conversation, and tried to all but ignore Jim, keeping my communication with him as short as possible. As the game ground on, I continued my ploy.

At halftime, the men got up and stretched, using the bathroom and walking around a little. I busied myself emptying ashtrays and clearing empty plates and glasses from the living room. Jim hadn’t told me to, but I assumed that I would be doing the dishes too, so after the living room was clear, I got started.

As I washed the glasses and plates, I didn’t even hear the door open, but suddenly I felt a pair of hands reaching around me to grab my nipples. I gasped and tried to turn, but I was held firmly.

“Hi Sunshine, Jimmy told me what a great fuck you are, how about giving me a little?” It was Stan. He was obviously a little drunk.

“Wait, you don’t understand…” I started but Stan’s hand had already moved down my body and was squeezing my ass through my dress. I struggled to push him away but as “average” as I had thought him to be, he was too strong for me. His hand moved from my nipples to the back of my neck, pushing me forward, bending me over the sink. I tried to break free but his grip was like iron and held me firm.

“Oh I understand Slut,” he spat out at me, “Jim told us all about what you are. A little sissy slut who craves cock.” He pulled my panties aside and I could feel his hard cock pushing against my ass.

“No please don’t…” I begged but he let go of my hips to guide his cock. His hand held my neck firmly pinned. At last he lined up his cock with my ass and began to push. He had spit on his cock, but it was nowhere near enough lubrication. Still he kept pushing. I could feel it start to slide in when at last; with an almost audible “pop” the head of his cock forced its way into my ass.

“Mmmmm , Jim was right you are a tight little slut.” He said. I struggled wildly as he kept sliding it into me. Inch after inch. It was not thick like Jim’s but it felt much longer. Finally I could feel his balls against my thighs. He put his hand around my throat and pulled me up against him. He started to pull out only to slam it back into me again. My body bucked against his as he pumped his long cock deep in and out of my ass. I could feel my cock get hard as I whimpered softly,

“Yeah, that’s it you little cunt,” he muttered in my ear “You think you were just gonna’ tease me all night? You’ve been begging for it all night, and now it’s time.” He pushed me back down over the sink and started fucking me harder and deeper. Every time his cock thrust all the way inside me, I rocked forward on my high heels grinding my hard cock against the counter. I moaned louder and grabbed the sides of the sink.

He pumped furiously and at last grabbed my hips and slammed his cock deep into my ass. I could feel it throbbing as he started shooting his thick cum deep into me. He grunted and thrust shooting again and again into me. I moaned in lust and humiliation as I felt my ass betraying my body and squeezing his cock.

Finally he finished and pulled his cock out of my ass. I felt empty and wanted more but he pulled up his pants, slapped my ass and walked away

“Be good and maybe you’ll get more later.” He said as he walked back out into the living room.

Again I felt tears in my eyes. I knew I was becoming a slave to cock. I knew if he came back later, I would be his again.

A voice called for me to bring out some food. I quickly set up a tray and trying to regain my composure walked back into the living room. The TV was off and all four of them were leering at me openly. I looked back at them and realized that Stan had told them all what had just happened. I shrank back into the kitchen but Jim barked at me to stop.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“Just back into the kitchen,” I replied, fear creeping into my voice.

“Not just yet,” he said “Why don’t you tell us all what you just did in the kitchen?”

“What do you mean, I was doing the dishes.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, slut.” Jim thundered.

Really scared now, I answered “Well, Stan came in and held me down and fucked me.”

“So, you’ll fuck Stan but not the rest of us?” Jim said, “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t let all my friends fuck you?”

“But I didn’t, he made me…” I stammered.

“And you loved it, didn’t you slut?” Jim cut me off.

“No, he made me!!”

“So you think he’s a lousy fuck?” Jim accused, “I warned you about embarrassing me didn’t I?”

I felt the trap snap shut around me “No I loved it,” shame burning my cheeks, “but I didn’t let him, he made me.”

“I think you owe everyone here a piece of that ass of yours, don’t you?” Jim was openly smiling now. He was standing further back then the others who were all leering at my legs. He held his hands up and pantomimed taking a picture, reminding me of the material he was holding over my head.

Defeated, I lowered my head and whispered, “Yes.”

“What? I didn’t hear that.” Jim said.

My head snapped up “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Jim said, “Tell us what you mean.”

“I think you should all fuck me” I was looking down again and whispering.

“You don’t sound very sincere.” Jim replied coldly. “Maybe you should get on your knees and beg for our cocks to convince us you really want them.”

“I think you should all fuck me” I looked up at the four men in the room. Humiliated, defeated, I was hoping to find compassion, but they were all smiling enjoying the show.

“I still don’t believe you.” Jim said. “If you don’t really want to get fucked, why don’t you just leave?”

A reprieve!! I turned and headed for the stairs. “The front door is the other way bitch,” Jim said.

“I’m going to get my clothes,” I answered hotly.

“You’re wearing all the clothes a little slut needs” he replied.

“I can’t leave like this” I was becoming frantic.

He grinned evilly “Well, you aren’t leaving with these.” He held up the clothing I had worn to come over.

I turned to come back into the room, my head hung in shame. I stood in the middle of them all, looking at the floor, seeing my legs in the shimmering black nylon, the high heels on my feet, reminding me of what kind of position I was in.

“I want you all to fuck me.” I whispered.

“No, you little cunt, on your knees, and make us believe it.” Jim snapped.

I dropped slowly to my knees. My skirt spread around me on the floor. Looking up at them. I licked my lips and asked, “Please, would all of you fuck me? I want all of you. I want you all in my mouth and in my ass.”

“Why should we?” Jim asked

I knew what he wanted to hear. He just wanted to humiliate me more. I looked up at him “Because I’m a cock craving little sissy slut” My cheeks burning in shame.

“You’d better prove it then,” Jim said “Why don’t you crawl around liken a little whore and get all these cocks hard?”

I whimpered and got onto my hands and knees. I crawled over to Ben and reached up to unzip his jeans. His cock sprung out, semi erect as I reached up to grasp it. I got up on my knees and opened my mouth. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists and bunched them together in one hand. He held them firmly and grabbed my head with his other hand. He pulled my head forward and guided his cock into my mouth. It was shorter then Stan’s and not as thick as Jim’s. I knew I could take all of it without trouble as he forced it past my tongue and just barley hit the back of my throat.

I closed my eyes as he fucked my mouth pushing his cock in and out. The other three gathered closer to watch me suck his cock and began undressing. Ben started pumping my mouth harder and harder as I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew I was a whore now, and they all knew it too.

My wrists were released and placed on Stan and Charlie’s cocks. Charlie’s was huge. I pulled my mouth away and turned my head to look at it. It had to be 12 inches long at least and as thick as a soda-can. No way was that going to fit anywhere into me!! My hand couldn’t even reach all the way around it. My eyes gaped and my jaw dropped open in awe.

Charlie took my open mouth as an invitation and pushed his hips forward holding the back of my head. My jaw strained to open wide enough as it slid past my lips. Ben grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. My hands stroked Stan and Ben on autopilot as I focused on the huge piece of meat pushing into my mouth.

“That’s it you little whore,” Charlie muttered “eat that black cock.”

“MMmmphggggg….” I gagged as he forced it into my mouth.

Charlie’s cock pushed deeper into my mouth as he held the back of my head firmly. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, knowing he would never get it all into my mouth.

“Just relax, sugar,” Charlie said, “You’ll get all of it, trust me.”

I moaned in humiliation, his cock began to push harder against my throat, I could barley breathe. His hand exerted more and more pressure on the back of my head as I drooled and moaned around his cock. He pulled out and began to push it back in. I gasped for air as he slid it into my mouth slowly. They were all enjoying the sight of their little slut being forced to suck this monster. Helpless to stop them as Charlie assaulted my mouth. He hit the back again and kept pushing harder and harder until at last it slid into my throat. I opened my eyes in surprise that this club of a cock had fit into my throat and saw still another few inches to go. I looked up at Charlie and he was smiling at Jim

“Damn, this is the best one yet!!” he exclaimed.

Another wave of shame ran through me as I realized again that I was nothing but a piece of meat to these men, and that I wanted their cocks more then anything.

“Damn, this little bitch may just take it all.” Charlie stated amazed.

He kept pushing his cock into my throat, I couldn’t breathe at all and I began to struggle, choking on his massive dick. The other men held me firmly as Charlie forced the last of it into my mouth I felt like I was going to pass out as I saw spots in front of my eyes. I felt a small amount of pride that I could take this huge cock as Charlie began to pull it out.

I gasped and fell to the floor as they released my wrists. I could hear them commenting on the feat I had just achieved. I lay on the floor in a heap trying to catch my breath as they talked quietly for a moment. Finally they lifted me up and carried me over to the plant hanger I had seen earlier.

As it turns out it wasn’t for plants, but for me. As they started to strap me into it, I struggled and pleaded with them. ”No wait, I’ll do whatever you want. You don’t have to tie me up. I’ll do what you say!!” I struggled helplessly as they strapped me into the harness, suspending my body in the air. Before I knew it, I was trussed up and suspended my legs spread wide, my arms cuffed to the lines hanging down from the ceiling and my head hanging helplessly upside down. I lifted my head and saw all four of them naked and leering at me. My cock throbbed; I could only guess what they had planned next.

They moved forward Ben got between my legs and positioned his cock at my tight little hole. He began to push as Charlie came for my head again and grasping it firmly started to feed me his cock again. My mouth gaped open and I gasped around his thick member as Ben’s cock pushed into my ass.

“You like getting fucked by two cocks at once whore?” Ben asked as he rammed his dick into my ass.

“Mmppphhgggg..” I groaned around Charlie’s thick cock. My jaw open as wide as could be. Pictures of pythons kept flashing in my head.

Ben started fucking my ass slowly as Charlie’s cock again entered my throat. I moaned as Charlie forced inch after inch down my gullet. At last, he had it all in and I gagged around it, my throat constricting around it’s thickness as Charlie moaned.

“Best little cock sucker I’ve ever had,” Charlie beamed.

Ben was pumping faster and faster now slamming into my ass, and forcing Charlie’s cock deeper into my throat with every thrust. I was writhing against my restraints, my moans muffled by Charlie’s cock as Ben pumped my ass harder and harder. Charlie began to pull his cock out of my mouth and then slammed it back in again. After a few thrusts, he had matched Ben’s pace and the two men were fucking savagely me from both ends.

I saw the flashes going off and I knew Jim was taking more pictures. I was beyond caring as the two cocks sawed in and out of my body. Charlie was pulling his meat all the way out of my mouth and then plunging it back in again until balls rested against my face.

Charlie pulled out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it. “You want it back slut?”

“Yes, please let me have it!! I want to suck your cock!!” I pleaded. “Please fuck my throat!!”

Charlie slammed it back into my throat. He forced it all the way in again as the camera in Jim’s hand kept clicking away.

Without warning, Ben started to cum up my ass, his cock shooting stream after stream into my tight hole and I moaned louder around Charlie’s cock. Ben moved away and I could feel his cum dripping out of my ass. Stan who smeared Ben’s cum around my hole and violently shoved his cock deep into my ass quickly replaced him. Stan pumped fiercely reaming me like a slut as he grabbed my throbbing cock and used it to pull me harder onto him.