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Once I met a trans man off of craigslist personals, back when that website was still up. “t4m - looking for bare sex” was the title. Now, I’m not a discriminating man - I’ll fuck anyone with a pussy, as long as they’re willing to fuck raw and let me shoot my seed inside them. I met him, we had a couple drinks, and when we got to my bedroom, he said he didn’t want bare sex after all, that he was ovulating and it was too risky.

I said fine, and we made out and fucked a bit with a condom on. Then, I ate him out for a while, and I asked him to suck me bare with no condom, since that feels really good. He complied, and as he was sucking me, I said we should do some external rubbing, teasing my cock against his pussy. This is usually a good strategy for sluts who really want your bare cock inside but are feeling hesitant. I’ve found it works on women, on trans men, anyone with a pussy.

He looked nervous, but he was so eager and horny his lust overtook his common sense. He told me to go ahead, and he lay back, angling his cunt up for me, his face flushed with anticipation. As I rubbed the head of my cock along his vulva and clit, I lightly pushed the tip of my cock against the entrance to his vagina each time I passed the tip of my cock over it. I teased him, over and over again, and every time his hips buckled up toward me, I let him push against me for just a moment before pulling back.

His breathing got heavier and heavier, until he started saying “more! more! go deeper!”

That’s when I knew I had him. I slipped the tip of my cock into his vagina, and out again, not going very deep at all. His eyes were alive with lust, and he kept begging me to go harder begging for more. Every few strokes I would go deeper and deeper until I was bottoming out in his cunt with each stroke, and we were both moaning with pleasure. At last, I was fucking him bare, going all the way in, feeling my cock push deep inside his pussy.

God, it felt so good, and his eyes widened with excitement and pleasure as he gave in to his primal feelings and let me enter him all the way over and over again. “Yes!” he moaned as he felt me slide into him, his wet hot pussy clenched around my throbbing cock.

As I got closer and closer to cumming, I warned him, but he was too lost in pleasure to do anything but beg for him to cum inside him. I happily obliged.

That’s why my extremely turned on brain couldn’t handle seeing them walk into the room. My jaw dropped open when I saw how good they all looked, and I knew I must have looked like such a horny slut. The embarrassing truth is, as I glanced down at their crotches, I kind of felt like I was.

“Well I see you’re still obeying,” He nodded at me, “that’s very good. These fantastic fellas are the twins: believe it or not my younger brothers. Both straight, I’m afraid, so not going to be of much use to you. Still, they’ll be staying with us for a few weeks and I expect you to try your best to earn rewards from them. I happen to know that this guy right here,” He patted one of his brother’s on the shoulder, “is willing to grant you the luxury of his warm bottled piss, and this guy,” he patted the other, “is willing to make you the yummy treat of frozen piss popsicles.”

“Mmmrrrfff,” I licked my lips and closed my eyes. Several of the hypnotically engrained words and images he had placed in my head over the past few days flashed inside my eyelids. My eyes snapped open and I looked from one of his brothers to the other, “Oh fuck, straight dicks piss.”

“Hell yeah they do,” He clapped both of his brothers on the shoulder, “not that you’ll get to see them doing it. They are my brothers, after all: it would be weird if you got a good look at their dicks. So, instead, you have to earn their piss either bottled or frozen.”

I looked down at myself and then back at them. Sure, I was wearing a jock and cup to hide my unattended boner, but I still felt deeply humiliated about how nearly-naked I was versus how fully clothed they were. I wanted to express how degraded I felt, forced to bounce on a dildo in front of them, but all I could do was lick my lips like a greedy cockslut.

“Nice to meet you,” Piss-popsicles had a smooth, cool voice, “our brother has told us a lot about you, including some of your commands and triggers. I have a feeling you’re going to find me uniquely irresistible and yet highly unattainable. You’re basically going to have an addiction to me, but you’ll never get a fix.”

“I on the other hand,” My eyes snapped to the other brother, who looked me up and down, “I may actually let you get a few little pieces of me. Like,” He motioned to the embarrassing display that I was putting on, “you look like you could use a sock. Would you like that? One of my socks to sniff and taste while you fuck yourself?”

“Please!” I looked at his feet and moaned. I looked up at him and his arrogant smirk and couldn’t help but moan again, “Aw shit, I want to sniff a straight guy’s socks.”

He exchanged a meaningful look with his older brother. He looked back at me and shook his head, “Well, I’m glad you know what you want, but next time ask politely. Don’t just…you know…state it as a demand. Now keep your mouth shut, go fuck yourself, and we’ll talk about this more at dinner.”

“Go fuck yourself,” His twin nodded in agreement.

Their older brother just gave me the finger, making it three for three on the “go fuck yourself” command.. So I continued to fuck myself as I watched all three hot guys leave the room. The worst part is, I tried and failed to suppress a pathetic moan as I found myself drooling at the idea that brothers, especially twins, might have similar tasting butts.

New Dorm Mates Chapter 2

Brad was in complete shock, how had this happened? One second he’s peacefully asleep in his dorm bunk and the next he’s trussed up by his underwear, hands bound behind his back, his mouth gagged with his roommates dirty boxers and locked in his closet. He didn’t know talking back to Anthony was going to result in a punishment like this. Brad has only experienced this sort of punishment back in high school when the jocks were bored and wanted to torment him. Now here he is, a college freshman, hanging from his tighty whities. The pain, while familiar from all the wedgies he’s received, was still not something he could easily void out of his mind. However after about an hour or so of hanging there he finally dozed off only to be awoken by Anthony shoving the closet door open and letting the sunlight in. “Wakey wakey roomie, I hope you had a nice nights sleep,” he said slapping Brads face a few times. “Ugh you smell roomie, surely that’s not just my boxers you’ve been sucking on is it? Oh shit! Haha what a fucking loser you are!” He said pointing at Brads crotch. Brad leaned as far as he could and looked down at his crotch. His tighty whities were stained yellow as he realized he had pissed himself in his sleep, probably from the pressure on his bladder. “Mpgghhhhhh!!” He tried for protest but the boxers and the tape prevented any audible sounds. “How humiliating, I mean it’s bad enough you still wear tighty whities but to piss yourself in your sleep, that’s a new low. Speaking of which it’s about time we get you down from there and changed.” Brad suddenly jolted back to his current situation. What did he mean changed? Was he not going to let him go? His reaction must have let Anthony know what he was thinking. “Oh you thought I would just let you down and we’d go back to being roommates? Hell no bitch, you’ve decided to be a loser and I don’t have time to deal with your shit, so from now on you’re going to be my little bitch and do what I say no matter what!”

Brad couldn’t believe his ears, his roommate was going to turn him into his little slave. All because he yelled at him last night? This must be some kind of joke he thought. However, seconds later when Anthony lifted his underwear off the hook and set him on the ground his situation got worse. Once he was on his feet, Anthony came over with scissors and cut Brads now stretched out tighty whities off his body. He immediately started laughing at seeing Brad naked for the first time. “Wow dude, you aren’t working with much at all. Knowing what I know now there’s no way you’ve ever had sex. Your probably one of those guys that never lost his virginity in high school and planned on losing it in college. Well I hate to break it to you but when I’m done making you my bitch nobody is going to want to sleep with you!” Brad blushed with embarrassment. He had always been shy about the size of his penis and avoided being naked in front of other guys his whole life and now he is standing in front of his alpha roommate completely nude. Anthony returned with a clean pair of Brads tighty whities and forced them through his legs and up to his crotch making sure to pull them up as high as possible crushing Brads balls. “Mppghhhh!” Shouted Brad behind his gag from the pain of his balls being crushed yet again. “Oh did I hurt you? I’m sorry I’ll make sure to do it harder next time,” commenter Anthony as he nut tapped Brad forcing him to hunch over in pain. “There, that’s where you belong. On your knees like a good little fag!”

After Brad recovered from his pain, he was forced back to his feet by Anthony who started dressing him in clothes that weren’t his. Anthony said he found them in the lost and found and that they would have to work until the got to the store. Anthony was going to use Brads credit card to purchase him some new faggy clothes. After a few minutes, Brad saw himself in the mirror. He was now wearing a pair of pink sneakers, really short running shorts, and a cut off that barely made it past his belly button making sure to expose his tighty whitie waistband. “Now, I’m going to undo your gag and take my boxers out but one noise from you and I’ll throw my fist into your balls and I’ll make you clean the toilet with your mouth, got it?” He asked Brad. “Mpghhh,” replied Brad shaking his head up. Antonio undid the tape gag and his boxers fell to the ground in a soaking wet ball. “Good bitch you’re already learning. Now let’s go to the mall. I have plans for you!” He said grinning. Brads eyes grew with fear. What is going to happen to him?!

New Dorm Mates Chapter 2

Brad was in complete shock, how had this happened? One second he’s peacefully asleep in his dorm bunk and the next he’s trussed up by his underwear, hands bound behind his back, his mouth gagged with his roommates dirty boxers and locked in his closet. He didn’t know talking back to Anthony was going to result in a punishment like this. Brad has only experienced this sort of punishment back in high school when the jocks were bored and wanted to torment him. Now here he is, a college freshman, hanging from his tighty whities. The pain, while familiar from all the wedgies he’s received, was still not something he could easily void out of his mind. However after about an hour or so of hanging there he finally dozed off only to be awoken by Anthony shoving the closet door open and letting the sunlight in. “Wakey wakey roomie, I hope you had a nice nights sleep,” he said slapping Brads face a few times. “Ugh you smell roomie, surely that’s not just my boxers you’ve been sucking on is it? Oh shit! Haha what a fucking loser you are!” He said pointing at Brads crotch. Brad leaned as far as he could and looked down at his crotch. His tighty whities were stained yellow as he realized he had pissed himself in his sleep, probably from the pressure on his bladder. “Mpgghhhhhh!!” He tried for protest but the boxers and the tape prevented any audible sounds. “How humiliating, I mean it’s bad enough you still wear tighty whities but to piss yourself in your sleep, that’s a new low. Speaking of which it’s about time we get you down from there and changed.” Brad suddenly jolted back to his current situation. What did he mean changed? Was he not going to let him go? His reaction must have let Anthony know what he was thinking. “Oh you thought I would just let you down and we’d go back to being roommates? Hell no bitch, you’ve decided to be a loser and I don’t have time to deal with your shit, so from now on you’re going to be my little bitch and do what I say no matter what!”

Brad couldn’t believe his ears, his roommate was going to turn him into his little slave. All because he yelled at him last night? This must be some kind of joke he thought. However, seconds later when Anthony lifted his underwear off the hook and set him on the ground his situation got worse. Once he was on his feet, Anthony came over with scissors and cut Brads now stretched out tighty whities off his body. He immediately started laughing at seeing Brad naked for the first time. “Wow dude, you aren’t working with much at all. Knowing what I know now there’s no way you’ve ever had sex. Your probably one of those guys that never lost his virginity in high school and planned on losing it in college. Well I hate to break it to you but when I’m done making you my bitch nobody is going to want to sleep with you!” Brad blushed with embarrassment. He had always been shy about the size of his penis and avoided being naked in front of other guys his whole life and now he is standing in front of his alpha roommate completely nude. Anthony returned with a clean pair of Brads tighty whities and forced them through his legs and up to his crotch making sure to pull them up as high as possible crushing Brads balls. “Mppghhhh!” Shouted Brad behind his gag from the pain of his balls being crushed yet again. “Oh did I hurt you? I’m sorry I’ll make sure to do it harder next time,” commenter Anthony as he nut tapped Brad forcing him to hunch over in pain. “There, that’s where you belong. On your knees like a good little fag!”

After Brad recovered from his pain, he was forced back to his feet by Anthony who started dressing him in clothes that weren’t his. Anthony said he found them in the lost and found and that they would have to work until the got to the store. Anthony was going to use Brads credit card to purchase him some new faggy clothes. After a few minutes, Brad saw himself in the mirror. He was now wearing a pair of pink sneakers, really short running shorts, and a cut off that barely made it past his belly button making sure to expose his tighty whitie waistband. “Now, I’m going to undo your gag and take my boxers out but one noise from you and I’ll throw my fist into your balls and I’ll make you clean the toilet with your mouth, got it?” He asked Brad. “Mpghhh,” replied Brad shaking his head up. Antonio undid the tape gag and his boxers fell to the ground in a soaking wet ball. “Good bitch you’re already learning. Now let’s go to the mall. I have plans for you!” He said grinning. Brads eyes grew with fear. What is going to happen to him?!

New Dorm Mates Chapter 2

Brad was in complete shock, how had this happened? One second he’s peacefully asleep in his dorm bunk and the next he’s trussed up by his underwear, hands bound behind his back, his mouth gagged with his roommates dirty boxers and locked in his closet. He didn’t know talking back to Anthony was going to result in a punishment like this. Brad has only experienced this sort of punishment back in high school when the jocks were bored and wanted to torment him. Now here he is, a college freshman, hanging from his tighty whities. The pain, while familiar from all the wedgies he’s received, was still not something he could easily void out of his mind. However after about an hour or so of hanging there he finally dozed off only to be awoken by Anthony shoving the closet door open and letting the sunlight in. “Wakey wakey roomie, I hope you had a nice nights sleep,” he said slapping Brads face a few times. “Ugh you smell roomie, surely that’s not just my boxers you’ve been sucking on is it? Oh shit! Haha what a fucking loser you are!” He said pointing at Brads crotch. Brad leaned as far as he could and looked down at his crotch. His tighty whities were stained yellow as he realized he had pissed himself in his sleep, probably from the pressure on his bladder. “Mpgghhhhhh!!” He tried for protest but the boxers and the tape prevented any audible sounds. “How humiliating, I mean it’s bad enough you still wear tighty whities but to piss yourself in your sleep, that’s a new low. Speaking of which it’s about time we get you down from there and changed.” Brad suddenly jolted back to his current situation. What did he mean changed? Was he not going to let him go? His reaction must have let Anthony know what he was thinking. “Oh you thought I would just let you down and we’d go back to being roommates? Hell no bitch, you’ve decided to be a loser and I don’t have time to deal with your shit, so from now on you’re going to be my little bitch and do what I say no matter what!”

Brad couldn’t believe his ears, his roommate was going to turn him into his little slave. All because he yelled at him last night? This must be some kind of joke he thought. However, seconds later when Anthony lifted his underwear off the hook and set him on the ground his situation got worse. Once he was on his feet, Anthony came over with scissors and cut Brads now stretched out tighty whities off his body. He immediately started laughing at seeing Brad naked for the first time. “Wow dude, you aren’t working with much at all. Knowing what I know now there’s no way you’ve ever had sex. Your probably one of those guys that never lost his virginity in high school and planned on losing it in college. Well I hate to break it to you but when I’m done making you my bitch nobody is going to want to sleep with you!” Brad blushed with embarrassment. He had always been shy about the size of his penis and avoided being naked in front of other guys his whole life and now he is standing in front of his alpha roommate completely nude. Anthony returned with a clean pair of Brads tighty whities and forced them through his legs and up to his crotch making sure to pull them up as high as possible crushing Brads balls. “Mppghhhh!” Shouted Brad behind his gag from the pain of his balls being crushed yet again. “Oh did I hurt you? I’m sorry I’ll make sure to do it harder next time,” commenter Anthony as he nut tapped Brad forcing him to hunch over in pain. “There, that’s where you belong. On your knees like a good little fag!”

After Brad recovered from his pain, he was forced back to his feet by Anthony who started dressing him in clothes that weren’t his. Anthony said he found them in the lost and found and that they would have to work until the got to the store. Anthony was going to use Brads credit card to purchase him some new faggy clothes. After a few minutes, Brad saw himself in the mirror. He was now wearing a pair of pink sneakers, really short running shorts, and a cut off that barely made it past his belly button making sure to expose his tighty whitie waistband. “Now, I’m going to undo your gag and take my boxers out but one noise from you and I’ll throw my fist into your balls and I’ll make you clean the toilet with your mouth, got it?” He asked Brad. “Mpghhh,” replied Brad shaking his head up. Antonio undid the tape gag and his boxers fell to the ground in a soaking wet ball. “Good bitch you’re already learning. Now let’s go to the mall. I have plans for you!” He said grinning. Brads eyes grew with fear. What is going to happen to him?!