Old FwB Takes Control

This is the story of how I was turned from devoted fiancé into a owned slut.

Some backstory, my name is Joe, I'm 30 years old, about 6 '5 tall and average build. White, brown hair and brown eyes. I would say I'm average in the looks department. I've been with my fiancé, Adam, for about 3 years now and we are currently planning the wedding. Adam is 32 years, 5 '10, black hair and slim body. I don't know how I managed to get a man like him but he's the best man I've ever met.

We've had a few threesomes, but it's always together, never alone. This point is important to this story.

One day while at work I got a message from a guy we had a couple of threesomes with, Sam, but we had a falling out and haven't spoken in over a year. He asked me to go for a drink tonight to talk about what happened and that he wanted to at least be able to be friends. I figured why not, my fiancé was working late at the hospital and I would be home alone. So I replied yes and he told me the time and place.

I got there a few minutes early, ordered us a couple of beers and grabbed a table. I immediately noticed when Sam walked in through the door. He looked really good, 6'3 with brown hair, tanned and ripped. He wore a tight shirt to show off his muscles and my eyes couldn't help but wander to his bulge, where his thick 8 inch cock was hiding. He saw me and came and sat down, and we chatted a bit awkwardly.

Slowly it became more natural and as the beers went down the conversation started flowing. As I was taking another sip, I felt his hand on my leg. He was sitting right next to me and he leaned in and whispered in my ear

"Have you missed my cock filling you up?"

I gulped and almost choked on the beer. Maybe it was the alcohol or the whole situation but I just nodded. It was the truth. While I love my fiancé, and we have great sex, I like to be submissive and that's not something Adam is into.

"All I've been thinking about since I walked in is feeling your lips around my cock, using you," he continued. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge, he was rock hard and I couldn't help but moan quietly and grab it. After a few seconds, I came to my senses. I was basically cheating on my fiancé, I had to get out of there before it went further.

"I have to go to the toilet," I said and stood up, trying to hide my own erection and quickly walked away.

I found an empty stall, locked the door, sat down on the toilet and breathed. I had to get out of there, I had to leave. I was able to collect myself and figured I would go out and say goodbye and go home, leave before I crossed one line too many. But to be completely honest, he was right. I had missed his cock, him fucking me. He knew how to make me feel like slut and use me. And he knew I was craving it. But I would never cheat, would I? I was so distracted that I hadn't noticed the door to the bathroom open, and when I opened the door to the stall, there stood Sam.

He had a dangerous glint in his eyes, lust combined with something that I couldn't place. He pushed me inside the stall again and swiftly closed the door.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," he said while he started to unbuckle his pants.

"Please, I just want to leave. We've talked and I have to go home now," I croaked hoarsely. He didn't reply, just stood there with a grin on his face and continued to open his pants. I could see his trimmed pubes now. Fuck, he wasn't wearing any underwear. Something I find extremely hot.

"Please..." I started again but he interrupted me by whipping out his cock, it was fully hard. I couldn't resist looking at it, my mouth started watering and I felt a hunger in me. I steeled myself and held back the urge to lean forward.

"You know you want it, I can see it in your eyes. Give in, accept that you want to suck this cock and it will be a lot easier," he said as he took a small step forward. That was all that was needed for me to be able to smell his cock, and my resistance cracked.

I dove forward and took about half of his cock in my mouth.

"Fuck yes," he moaned. "Be my good slut and suck that cock."

I moaned when he called me a slut and kept going, taking more and more of him into my mouth. Sam kept whispering what a slut I was, how I was born to be a cocksucker, how he was looking forward to showing me who I was. I didn't understand what he meant but I was so horny that I just kept moaning when he talked and sucked his cock for all I was worth. I lost track of time but suddenly he grabbed my hair and shoved all of his cock into my throat and started cumming, I gagged but couldn't move as he shot down my throat. He started to pull out and I felt a shot hit my tongue, I moaned and grabbed him so I could milk the last of the cum out of his cock.

I looked up at him and my stomach dropped. He was looking down on me with a big smile on his face, and his phone in his hand.

"I knew you would be gagging on my dick before the night was over. And I was able to get it on video as a souvenir too," he said.

"Please, delete that. This was a mistake, you took advantage of me," I said with tears in my eyes. Reality was hitting me. I had cheated, sucked someone off behind my fiancé's back and I had loved it. I started crying and Sam just laughed.

He put his cock back into his pants, opened the door and said, "I'll be in touch, slut" as he walked out and left me there.

I was a complete mess the next few days, I tried my best to hide it from Adam but he noticed.

"It's just a lot going on at work right now," lied and quickly changed the subject. About a week after the incident with Sam, I got a text from him

"I'm sorry Joe, I got carried away, I didn't mean to do that. How about I come over and you can delete the video yourself from my phone and make sure it's gone."

I instantly felt relief and told him my fiancé worked late today again so he could come over now. I was still nervous but hopeful to put this mistake behind me. About 30 minutes later I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock on the door. I went to open the door and as soon as I saw Sam's face, I knew I was in trouble.

"Hey slut," Sam grinned and walked past me and sat down on the couch in the living room like he owned the place.

I followed nervously and began speaking, trying to get control of the situation, "Sam give me your phone so I can delete the video, and then you'll leave."

Sam just laughed, "You think this is over? I own you now, and if you want the video deleted you're gonna do as your told slut. First you can start with getting naked."

I just stood there with my mouth open, trying to find words. I hated myself for it but I could feel my dick getting harder. His attitude, the way he looked at me, called me a slut and ordered me around was turning me on. Suddenly he stood, moved faster than I expected, grabbed me by my throat and placed his other hand on my bulge.

"Listen slut, you can try to resist it but you know you love this. You love being my bitch, and you want to submit to me. I'm gonna breed you, turn you into my cumdump and you'll be begging for more. We both know it's true," he hissed.

My mind was in turmoil, his words were true. I wanted to submit, I wanted him to take control of me and turn me into his cumdump. and without being able to stop myself I started to undress.

Sam sat down again smiling as he watched me undress uncertainty. Before long I stood naked before him, proving him right with my erection harder than ever.

"Kneel," he said and I obeyed. He took out his cock and started jerking in front of me. "Beg to suck my cock," he ordered but I couldn't. I stared at his cock when he jerked but was unable to speak, the last of my resistance wouldn't let me. His stare darkened but he didn't say anything, just kept jerking. For a few minutes neither said anything, the only sound heard was the slapping of Sam jerking off. Suddenly he stood up in front of me and without any warning started to cum all over my face, I opened my mouth in shock and felt a shot hit my tongue.

Sam leaned down and spoke in a calm voice in my ear, "You have one week to text me, and beg me to breed you or I will send our little video to your fiancé. I don't want to force you, but I will so you might as well submit willingly and enjoy the ride," and then he left.

When I heard the door close, I broke. I couldn't resist and started scooping his load off my face, it tasted delicious. It was thick and salty, and as I savored the flavor I jerked my cock. After just a couple of pumps I shot my load on the floor and moaned, "Yes Master," to the empty room.

The post nut clarity came over me, but as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I knew I would obey him. I tried telling myself it was because he forces me. But I stared at my messy face and I knew the truth: I was his slut and I craved more.