Straight No More

Music started to the obnoxious 'Sexy and I know it' song as hoots and hollers began from the crowd.

I stood frozen at first but after looking to Bulldog who just nodded and I noticed the judge had returned to the slow up and down on his big chocolate stick. I couldn't believe how my mouth instantly watered and I felt a hunger to suck his cock again even though his semen aftertaste was still in my mouth. Suddenly wanting to impress him, I started my dance. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first but when the first whistles came followed by money thrown on the stage I began getting into it. I just let go and allowed the rhythm to pulse through me. After the first chorus, I took off my shirt and tossed it in the growing crowd on the dance floor. More whistles, comments of take it all off and crumbled money had a huge adrenaline rush flow through me. I flipped out of my shoes as the spotlight stayed on me.

As the second chorus ended a chant began, "Pants, pants, pants...."

I obliged, adrenaline taking over as I unbuckled my belt and in one quick pull it was off. I tossed it on the floor as I unbuttoned my dress pants and unzipped it slowly as I looked directly at Bulldog.

Finally, I pulled my pants down, again awkwardly, and was standing in front of over sixty men in my boxers, my erect cock poking out.

I continued dancing, feeling somehow liberated at being almost naked. And as the song ended, I went for broke and pulled down my last remaining piece of clothing, revealing to all my six inch erect cock.

The guys on the dance floor hooted, hollered, whistled and clapped as I stood in my birthday suit in a gay bar.

An announcer returned, "What a riveting performance from our newest member. And now for his initiation."

Anxiety again pulsed through me. "Walker, please join us on stage."

My eyes went big, my face red as I saw Mr. Parker, the CEO of Parker's house who I spent all day with trying to convince him our company was best for his upcoming campaign, sauntering towards me.

He smiled as he joined me on stage. "Surprised, boy?" he asked, his southern accent heavy.

"S-s-sorry," I stammered.

"Sorry, who do you think set you up? Bill became a good little bottom for us last year when he got the account and he suggested you would be a perfect addition to my boy harem," he revealed, unbuckling his pants.

I was stunned. Even after sucking a cock and doing a strip tease, this was a shocking turn of events. The boss of the company I was trying to win over earlier today had somehow set this all up.

The look on my face must have been equivalent to what I was feeling as he chuckled as his fully erect cock was unleashed. "How willing are you to get this contract?"

A part of me wanted to punch him in his smiling face, yet another part of me knew I would do almost anything to get this deal and the promotion that would likely go with it. Yet, both these conflicting realities were overpowered by an undeniable hunger to suck his cock. I don't know what changed in me, as a couple hours ago there was no way I would even have considered sucking cock or any other faggot activity, yet there I was the thought of sucking cock overriding anything else.

So instead of talking, I did what felt suddenly natural, I crawled to his stiff appetizing cock and took it in my mouth.

"Good boy," he groaned as I began slowly bobbing back and forth, on his much more reasonable six inch cock. Determined to do what I couldn't with Bulldog, I continued taking more of Mr. Parker's delicious cock in my mouth suddenly wanting nothing more than to get him off. After a couple of minutes of adjusting to his cock in my mouth I finally deep throated him.

He grunted, "You are one determined little cocksucker aren't you?"

I moaned on his cock and was literally disappointed when he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"Time to make you forever a bottom," he said, just as I felt hands on my ass and cold liquid between my ass cheeks.

I looked back and saw some young guy rubbing my ass with what was apparently lube. Three hours ago if any guy would have even vaguely touched my ass I would have put him in the hospital, yet now I was thankful for any assistance that would ease the impending pain.

Mr. Parker moved behind me and said, "Beg me to fuck your ass, Martin."

The added instruction enhanced the humiliation factor and yet I was no longer resisting my reality, but embracing it. The words out of my mouth sounded so absurd. "Please fuck my ass," I said.

He rubbed his cock in-between my ass cheeks and said, "You can do better than that. A good bottom is an eager one."

His cock rubbing between my ass cheeks was driving me crazy with anticipation and I didn't even hesitate as I moaned, "Please, sir, I need your cock in my ass so badly. Make me your bottom."

"My personal faggot?" he questioned, his cock now at my anal ring.

"God, yes," was all I could muster as the only thing on my mind now was his cock inside me. The thought so unthinkable a few hours ago was now all I wanted.

"Tell me what you are," he demanded, as his cock head pushed forward.

"Fuuuuck," I whimpered, as I felt my ass opened up and I admitted the inevitable. "I am a faggot, your faggot."

"Good boy," he purred, as his mushroom cock broke through my last weak resistance.

I don't know what I expected to feel, but the actual feeling was a blend of euphoria and pain. The feeling of letting go, giving in was intensely satisfying and yet the burn inside my ass hurt with a sharp pain that enhanced the pleasure-pain principle ten-fold. The sound out of my mouth was a similar moan of confusion, "Aaaaaaahhhhhoooooh."

Mr. Parker's laugh, his hands on my hips, seemed to vibrate through me enhancing the stimulation and humiliation equally. He moved slowly forward, each inch inside bringing new pleasure and pain. My cock ached for attention as it stood erect even while I was being sodomized.

I closed my eyes to control the pain and enjoy the pleasure, the conflicting feelings tossing and turning inside me. Time stood still as this odd equilibrium of pleasure and pain cascaded through me inch by inch.

Suddenly he announced, "Good boy, my little bottom, you took all your Master's cock."

I felt a rush of pleasure at knowing I had taken it all, yet was shocked at Mr. Parker referring to himself as my Master.

"Say it faggot, say you want your ass fucked by your Master," Mr. Parker ordered, his tone shifting to authoritative and dominant.

His cock was lodged deep inside me and all I could think about was having him fuck me. His cock had me feeling so full, yet the pleasure I wanted was just simmering below the surface and I hoped when he began fucking me the pleasure would come in waves.

I didn't care about the audience, I didn't care about my dignity, I only cared for what I suddenly craved...to be fucked. So I replied like a good eager bottom, which apparently I had become, "Please Master, fuck your faggot's virgin ass. Make me your fuck-toy."

"You are way more eager than your colleague," Mr. Parker said, as he began pulling his cock out of me.

"Fuuuuck," I moaned as he began slow deliberate strokes.

"You like that faggot," Mr. Parker asked.

I couldn't deny how good it felt to have a cock sliding in and out of my ass. I moaned, "Yeeeeeeees."

His strokes continued moving in and out slowly as I got used to having my ass filled and when another hard cock suddenly was tapping my lips. I didn't even hesitate to open my mouth, without even opening my eyes to see who it was, and I simply allowed another stranger's cock in my mouth.

On all fours, it was awkward to suck, so I just allowed what came natural, I allowed him to fuck my face. Thankfully, his cock was small, but with each forward thrust I could feel his balls hitting my chin, which made the submission seem more humiliating and dirty. Yet, like each act of submission, I instantly craved the stranger's cum.

After only a couple minutes, I heard a grunt and felt my mouth filled with the stranger's hot seed. I swallowed it all and opened my eyes to see a very flamboyant young man pulling his cock out of my mouth.

"Welcome to our side," he said, his high pitched voice making my submission more humiliating as he was the stereotype of a queer I had always mocked so scathingly.

An older gentleman replaced the queer, his cock still only semi-erect. Without instruction, I opened my mouth unbelievably still hungry for more cock.

Mr. Parker asked, "James, ready for a back and forth?"

"Sounds like a plan, Walker," the old man groaned, as his cock grew in my mouth, a feeling which was oddly satisfying, knowing it was my mouth making him grow.

"Faggot, are you ready to fuck us both," Mr. Parker said, letting go of my hips.

It took me a couple of seconds to understand his expectations. I was to fuck myself on his cock. Yet, another additional humiliation to this bizarre day. Yet, my eagerness to please him was all that mattered, and I began to slowly move back on his cock. Once it was fully in me, I moved forward, taking the older man's now fully erect cock completely in my mouth. I started slowly moving back and forth, taking all of Mr. Parker's cock in my ass and then all the older man's cock in my mouth. As I got into a constant rhythm, I began to pick up the pace wanting to be fucked faster, harder and deeper. It was unthinkable but true all I wanted was to be used.

A couple of minutes of the back and forth, my ass slamming back onto Mr. Parker's cock, his cock going even deeper inside my ass, and I thought I may come without having my cock touched. Suddenly, the older man pulled his cock out of my mouth and furiously pumped his cock until I felt his sticky seed on my face as he used me like some cheap sorority whore. The act built on the humiliation and yet it only seemed to make me want more. Another cock replaced the last one and I continued my cocksucking train.

"Where do you want my cum, faggot?" Mr. Parker asked.

I didn't hesitate when I took the small cock out of my mouth and begged, "Fill my ass, my man pussy with your hot cum. I want to feel you fill me completely."

"As you wish," he grunted and in a few more strokes I felt the incredibly bizarre yet ultimately satisfying feeling of being filled so full. My own cock quaked and shockingly I came harder than I had ever come before, as pulsation after pulsation shook my cock.

Mr. Parker chuckled, "Wow, coming from having your man pussy pounded, you really are a little faggot aren't you?"

"Yeeeees," I trembled as the greatest sensation ever quivered through me.

Wanting more, I took the small cock back in my mouth and hungrily bobbed up and down again like I was some slutty co-ed.

As Mr. Parker pulled out, I felt his cum leak out of my ass, again adding to the complete humiliation.

To my surprise, a few seconds later my ass was full again with some stranger's cock which I couldn't see because I had a mouthful of cock.

An hour later, my mouth had serviced over a dozen cocks (I lost count after six) most which I swallowed, a couple who coated my face and had my ass fucked by almost as many.

By the time they were done with me my knees were throbbing, my ass burning and my jaw aching.

Mr. Parker asked, "So did you enjoy your initiation?"

I weakly answered, "Yes."

"We have one more treat for you if you have any energy left," he said.

Although my whole body was aching, my cock was still hard. I looked up my face sticky with cum, and answered, "Sure."

"Well, it's your turn to top. Choose anyone you want, they will likely bend over for you. We are very accommodating here," Mr. Parker said.

"So it seems," I replied, laughing slightly.

I looked around and saw my hockey idol, but he was already being fucked by some large black man.

I looked around suddenly hungry to fuck a man, again something that had never been a thought before today. Scanning the crowd, I saw the most flamboyantly gay guy I had ever seen and knew instantly he was who I wanted to fuck. In reality, he was almost a girl.

I walked over towards him at the bar and he smiled instantly, as if knowing my intentions.

He looked down at my cock fully erect and smirked, his voice disconcertingly high, "They always come to me."

I suddenly was speechless. If he was a girl I would know exactly what to say and how to play the flirt game. Yet with this queer I was suddenly lacking confidence and feeling inferior to him.

He said, "Use a line on me, baby."

His high pitched voice which I would have made fun of before today was suddenly a turn on. I tried to be suave as I said, "I like your outfit."

"That's all you got," he said.

Sighing, I said, frustrated that he was making me work for it, "Look, I find you incredibly sexy and I choose you out of all the available men."

"Kiss me."

"P-p-pardon," I asked.

"If you want to fuck me you have to kiss me," he said, knowing that he was trying to push me. Oddly, I had sucked cock, swallowed cum and been ass fucked and yet this seemed more gayer than any of those.

"Here?" I asked.

"Right here," he replied, smiling.

I strangely found his smile sexy and suddenly kissing him was not so gay; instead it seemed natural. I leaned forward, tentatively, and kissed him. His lips were softer than any woman I had ever kissed and before I knew it I was being pulled into him. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, hungry for more.

Oddly, it was he who broke the kiss. "And you were straight before today?" he asked.

Just as quickly as I was pulled in, I was pulled back to reality. "What? Yes, I am straight," I protested, even though such a declaration was really absurd now.

"Yes, you are as straight as they come," he laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me to a corner booth at the back of the bar.

I followed him, my eyes on his tight ass the whole time.

"So what do you want, Sugar?" he asked as we reached a somewhat secluded part of the bar.

I wanted to fuck him, but saying the words suddenly seemed difficult to say. "I um, I...."

"You are so cute," he said, waving his fairy hand at me.

Again what would have followed before today was my fist in his face, instead it had me blushing.

"Aaaah, am I making you blush," he purred, as his hand went to my erect cock.

I moaned on contact as he moved towards me and said, "I warn you, baby. Once you have had me, no woman will ever be good enough."

As I looked at him speechless and horny, he slowly fell to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my sensitive mushroom top slowly drawing me in. Somehow creating a whirlpool sensation on my cock with his mouth and saliva. I could see why he was so confident about his promise as it was easily the best blow job I had ever experienced.

He easily took my whole cock in his mouth, not stopping until he had completely deep-throated my cock

He then wowed me again as he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper into his mouth somehow. "Shiiiiiit," I whimpered, his mouth doing things to me I didn't even know were possible.

Suddenly desperate to fuck him, I reluctantly pulled out of his perfect mouth and demanded, "Bend over faggot."

He stood up and said, his tone surprisingly manly and in charge. "You are not in charge here, faggot, I am. Is that clear?"

I stammered, "S-s-sorry."

"Tell me you're my faggot," he ordered.

"I am your faggot," I instantly repeated.

He pulled his skinny jeans down and revealed he was wearing a bright pink thong.

Take my panties off, straight boy," he ordered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I grabbed the thin fabric and pulled it down his legs revealing he had at least an eight inch cock which seemed so big on his petite girl-like body.

"Go ahead, suck it cocksucker," he ordered.

I had come to fuck him and now I was back to being a submissive and oddly loving it. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to replicate what he had done to me. I don't know how he created so much saliva while having my cock in his mouth, but I tried.

"Stop making love to it, queer," he said, "bob up and down like the eager little cocksucker you are."

Again such verbal insults should have infuriated me but instead had my cock flinching. I obeyed, trying to take as much of his cock in my mouth as possible.

After a couple of minutes of cocksucking, he pulled out and bent over the couch. I assumed he was finally going to let me fuck him, but instead he demanded, "Come lick my asshole, fag-boy."

Again a new low of humiliation for me, yet the thought that he would eventually let me fuck him had me doing the disgusting task. I moved between his ass cheeks and paused as I stared at his white cheeks.

"Hurry up bitch, I don't have all night," he impatiently demanded, before adding, "now get licking."

I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled them apart revealing the small rosebud. It was hard to believe looking at the tiny hole that it could fit my cock in it. I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began licking.

"That's it straight-boy, become the ass-slut you were born to be," he ridiculed, as I swirled my tongue around his rosebud.

The taste was surprisingly not disgusting, not great by any means but no worse than some of the slut pussy I had munched on over the years.

After a brief amount of time, he ordered, "Fuck my asshole with your tongue ass-licker, get it ready for your cock."

My cock flinched at the implication that he was going to allow me to fuck him. I obeyed again, pushing my tongue like a small cock at his anal entrance. Slowly, but surely, I slightly penetrated his asshole and, although the act itself was so dirty, I felt a strange sensation of accomplishment at completing the task and hearing him moan.

"That's it my pet," he moaned, "you love my ass don't you?"

"Yes," I admitted awkwardly without taking my tongue out of his ass.

"And what are you willing to do to fuck it?" he asked.

"Anything," I said.

"That is a pretty big scope of possibility," he said amused.

"Anything," I again repeated, so intoxicated by him.

"You will take me on a date tomorrow night?" he asked.

My eyes went big at the question and yet such a concept no longer revolted me. "Yes," I agreed.

"Out to dinner and a show?" he asked.

"Wherever you want to go," I offered.

"Hmmmm, and you will hold my hand and kiss me in public?" he pushed.

I hesitated briefly as he was clearly seeing just how far I would go. Yet realizing I was in a city no one knew me, I figured such acts would be humiliating but worth it. Plus, if I changed my mind tomorrow, I already would have fucked him. "With pleasure," I finally answered.

"Tell me how sexy you think I am," he asked.

"You are beautiful, um," I began, realizing I didn't know his name.

"Char," he offered.

"You are beautiful, Char. Your lips, your eyes, your tight body and your ass are perfect," I complimented, as I surveyed each curve.

"And my cock?" he questioned.

"As delicious as the rest of you," I admitted.

"Fuck you are a cute little submissive straight boy, I might just keep you as my personal plaything," he smiled.

"I am yours to play with," I replied, without even realizing I had said it, the suggestion such a turn on.

"Hmmmm, I can't wait to see what you say when you wake up in the morning," he smiled, before adding, "Now come fuck me straight-boy. Learn what it is to really be pleasured."

I didn't need to be told twice as I quickly moved up behind his perfect ass and placed by cock between his ass cheeks.

"Slide it in, princess," he purred.

I obeyed, pushing forward and slowly sliding inside his tightness. For a guy who I assumed has been fucked many times in his ass, it was tighter than any cunt I had ever been in. He easily took all six inches of me and once I was fully in I paused in such awe of how perfect I fit in him.