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“Oh, Christ, Drew,” Mitch moaned, “you’ve got to be kidding me. You guys have been going at my pussy all weekend. It’s sore as shit already. Two more dudes plowing out my boycunt is the last fucking thing I need right now.”
“Don’t be such a wuss, Mitch,” Drew replied, actually enjoying the repartee – to say nothing of the prospect of finally whoring-out their fuck-bitch to other dudes. “You can’t tell me that with all the cock you’ve been taking for the last two months, the chance to get two new dicks plowing out your fuck-hole doesn’t make your little clit bone up with anticipation.”
“But you guys promised – you all did – that if I let you bitch me out that nobody else would ever find out,” Mitch protested. “And now, now you’re peddling my pussy to total strangers. And if my clit’s boning up, it probably just means that you put Viagra in my water again.”
Just listening to our stud-boy bitch, I couldn’t help but smile at how far he’d come. "Pussy,” “boycunt,” “clit,” the boy now used those words to describe his body without any hesitation, without even blushing, like he used to do just a month ago. Our little faggot fuck-bitch knew what he was, now, and what was more important, he was increasingly comfortable with his new reality – at least with us. But Mitch was still self-conscious with having other dudes find out that, despite his undeniable stud-like appearance, he was really just a little faggot at heart. And that was what Drew, Randy, and I were determined to change. Which was why we were whoring our bitch out to the two recruiters from State.
“Well,” Randy broke in, “they’re not actually total strangers, Mitch. You’ve met both of them before. They’re the two recruiters from State who interviewed you last week.”
“You mean the two dudes who told me I just wasn’t good enough to make the team? You expect me to let those two assholes fuck my boycunt?”
“That’s exactly what we expect,” I chimed in. “If for no other reason than the three of us are telling you that you have to. You’re our bitch now, Mitch, and I think we’ve made it pretty clear that we expect you to do whatever we tell you – or pay the price. You remember what happened a couple weeks ago when you threw that hissy fit because we wanted to start fisting you.”
Mitch started blushing something fierce and, as always, I found him so damned sexy when he was embarrassed. “Yeah,” he slowly responded. “I remember.”
I was enjoying Mitch’s embarrassment way too much to let him off so easily, so I pressed on. “And what exactly do you remember.”
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath, all too aware of what was going on. He really hated it when we made him describe how we’d humiliated him in the past, but he also knew better than not to answer. “You guys – all three of you – took turns spanking me. You made me crawl over your laps and let you all whale away at my butt.”
“And how did you handle it, Mitch?” I continued.
“I…I cried,” he admitted, his blush growing deeper. “It hurt so much I couldn’t help myself. I cried…like a little boy. Like a little baby.”
“And what did you tell us after we spanked you, after you cried like a little baby, Mitch?”
“I promised I’d be a good boy, a good little bitch,” he replied, his voice taking on an air of injured petulance. “And I have been. I’ve done everything you guys tell me to do. I let you fuck me whenever you want, wherever you want. And I suck your cocks whenever you tell me and eat out your asses, too. Fuck, I even drink your piss when you tell me to, and you know I hate doing that. I’ve done everything you’ve told me to, including letting you fist me, though it hurts like the blazes when you do. I’ve kept up my end of the bargain, but now you want to whore me out to two other dudes who scarcely gave me the time of day when they interviewed me. And you know how much I wanted that scholarship. It’s not fair, guys. It’s just not fair.”
“Look, Mitch,” Drew responded, trying to mollify their bitch, “we wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t have a good reason. You have been a good little bitch, by and large, and we appreciate that. And we know it’s hard for faggots like you to make their own way in the world, seeing how they’re simply not designed to do that. So we decided that, since you were our bitch, it was our responsibility to look out for you, to help you along.”
“And you think you’re helping me along,” Mitch interjected, “by making me whore myself out to two guys who’ve already basically told me I couldn’t cut the mustard? That’s how you’re helping me along?”
Drew had to control himself right then. The urge to slap Mitch, to try to knock some sense into the little faggot, was overwhelming. But Drew reminded himself, Mitch was new to the whole scene – becoming a faggot fuck-slut had been a big shock for him and, considering that, the boy had really come a long way in a short time. So Drew cut him some slack – not that he didn’t intend to make Mitch pay for his little outburst down the road. Instead, he proceeded to calmly explain everything to our little fuck-bitch.
“Look, Mitch,” he began, “we weren’t going to tell you this ahead of time, because we were afraid it would make you nervous, but the fact is that your session with the two recruiters who blew you off last week is in the nature of a second interview. Randy ran into them in Ramparts the night after your interview. Yeah, it turned out that both of them are gay. And, it turns out, they had no idea that you were, too. And while they may have been unimpressed by your prowess on the field, they both thought you were hot as shit. And when they learned that, given the right incentive, you might be willing to show them a good time – a good time the entire time you were at State – they were more than willing to give you a second look. And that’s what they’re going to be doing tonight. Giving you a second look – giving all of you a second look.”
Well, that shut Mitch up. He stood there, absorbing what he’d just heard. When he finally spoke, he was much calmer. “Look, guys,” he started out, “I really appreciate what you’re doing. I really do. But I’m not sure I want to whore myself out just to get a free pass to State. I mean, it’s kind of humiliating knowing I’m making the team not because of any abilities on my part. but merely because I have a hot ass, a hot little boycunt that I’m willing to peddle to get what I want. It makes me feel like a real whore. A real, honest-to-goodness whore.”
That’s when I intervened in the discussion. “Mitch, you need to face facts. You’re a great high school quarterback but, in all honesty, you really don’t have pro potential. But you’re smart enough that, if you can get into State, you can get yourself a good education that will allow you to make something of yourself. So what if the only way you can do that is to whore yourself out to two dudes you feel not the slightest attraction to? So what? There are hundreds of dudes, literally hundreds, who are going to make it into State just because their parents graduated from State and have donated a lot of money since then. That’s the only reason they’re getting in. At least you’re sacrificing something to do it. You’re working your ass off to get in – literally. You’re earning your way into State the hard way. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about.”
And that’s when Drew added his final comment. “And the thing is, Mitch, the three of us have already been accepted at State. And we want you to join us there. It wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t have our fuck-bitch with us.”
Mitch looked around at all three of us, a shy grin slowly growing on his face. “You guys mean it? Really? You’ve gone to all the trouble to set it up so that I can get the scholarship I wanted so badly because you want me with you when you go to State?”
“Duh,” Randy responded. “You’re the best fucking lay any of us have ever had. Why wouldn’t we want you with us at State?”
“Randy’s right,” Drew agreed. “It wouldn’t feel right at State if you weren’t there, spreading your beautiful ass and letting us fuck you whenever we wanted.”
“And…and you think there’s a real chance they’ll offer me the scholarship,” Mitch pressed, “if I let those two recruiters fuck me tonight?”
“Damn right we think that,” I said. “You perform the way we know you can, Mitch, there’s no question you’ll get that scholarship. Of course, you’ll have to keep performing for them at State – and us, too – but we don’t think that’s something you can’t handle.”
“Fuck,” Mitch exclaimed, “if they give me a scholarship, I’ll show them the time of their lives. And as far as you guys, well I am your fuck-bitch, aren’t I? Of course, I’ll show you all a good time – all the time.”
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It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Mitch dragged his aching and leaking boycunt home. He wasn’t surprised to find all three of his Masters waiting for him. “So, how’d things go, Mitch?” Drew asked as soon as Mitch made it through the door.
“It was rough, Drew,” Mitch responded, his voice tired and raspy. “Neither of them is as hung as any of you are, but they made up for it by DPing me the whole night. It hurt like hell the first time they both jammed their cocks up my pussy at the same time, but by the fourth time my fuck-hole had stretched out enough so that it wasn’t nearly as painful.”
“They DP’d you four times?” Randy asked.
“Five times actually,” Mitch responded, “and they fucked the crap out of my throat, too. Those two fuckers had incredible stamina. But, like I promised, I showed them a good time.”
“So,” I posed the question that was on all of our minds, “did you get the scholarship?”
Mitch somberly looked from one to the other of us before breaking into a wide grin. “Fuck, yeah, I got it,” he exulted. “A totally free ride for as long as I keep servicing them. Judging by tonight, that’s not going to be a walk in the park, but I know I’m up for it. Thank you guys, so much.”
Drew looked at the two of us and smirked. “Oh, Mitch, I’m sure you can do better than that. I’m sure you can show us just how thankful you are. And seeing how you’ve already been double-penetrated multiple times earlier today, I think it only fair that the three of us get to DP you, too. After all, even you said your boypussy stretched enough that it wasn’t painful by the time those two recruiters finished with you.”
“Jeez, guys,” Mitch responded plaintively, “my cunt is super sore after last night and each one of you is way bigger than either of the two recruiters. They may have stretched out my pussy but nowhere near enough to take two of your cocks at the same time. Couldn’t we just maybe wait a couple of days before you all DP’d me?”
“Sure we could wait a couple days, Mitch,” Drew responded agreeably. “But I don’t see why we should. You’re our bitch, after all. You know that. And if we want to DP you, then that’s that. So stop wasting time and get out of your clothes. You’re going to be DP’d. By all of us.”
Mitch was none too happy, but he knew better than to argue with Drew once he’d made his mind up. So, like the good little bitch we’d been training him to be, Mitch just stripped off all his clothes and then turned around and showed us his pussy. And, to be honest, it was beat to shit, just like Mitch said. But we all figured, what the fuck, he is our bitch. So we all stripped and then we DP’d him. All of us. Me with Drew, Drew with Randy, and then Randy with me. We fucked the living crap out of our bitch.
And I’ve got to say, it was an incredible experience. Mitch’s hole was so goddamn tight against our multiple cocks that it was really hard getting any two of them all the way up his hole at the same time. It was hard, but every pair ultimately succeeded. And once each pair was fully mounted, fucking Mitch’s sweet fuck-hole while rubbing against each other’s cocks was unbelievably arousing. I’m pretty sure we all had the biggest orgasm of our lives while we were doing it. I know I did.
It was hard on Mitch. No question about that. He was squealing and screaming, moaning and crying pretty much the whole time we DP’d him. He was pretty wrecked by the time we finished with him. But he survived. And you’ve got to figure that, over time, his hole will become more pliable and better able to wrap itself around two hard cocks coring out his boycunt at the same time. God knows Mitch is going to get enough practice. Now that we’ve all double-dicked him once, we sure as hell are going to be doing it again and Mitch will just have to get used to it. After all, he has no choice. He is our bitch.
And now that Mitch has made it into State, come the Fall we’ll all be living together, which means Drew, me, and Randy will be fucking him all the time. All the time. I can only hope that Mitch’s pussy is up to all the use it’s going to be seeing from now on. But I do have confidence in our studboy bitch that he will survive. I sure hope so, anyway.
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“Oh, Christ, Drew,” Mitch moaned, “you’ve got to be kidding me. You guys have been going at my pussy all weekend. It’s sore as shit already. Two more dudes plowing out my boycunt is the last fucking thing I need right now.”
“Don’t be such a wuss, Mitch,” Drew replied, actually enjoying the repartee – to say nothing of the prospect of finally whoring-out their fuck-bitch to other dudes. “You can’t tell me that with all the cock you’ve been taking for the last two months, the chance to get two new dicks plowing out your fuck-hole doesn’t make your little clit bone up with anticipation.”
“But you guys promised – you all did – that if I let you bitch me out that nobody else would ever find out,” Mitch protested. “And now, now you’re peddling my pussy to total strangers. And if my clit’s boning up, it probably just means that you put Viagra in my water again.”
Just listening to our stud-boy bitch, I couldn’t help but smile at how far he’d come. "Pussy,” “boycunt,” “clit,” the boy now used those words to describe his body without any hesitation, without even blushing, like he used to do just a month ago. Our little faggot fuck-bitch knew what he was, now, and what was more important, he was increasingly comfortable with his new reality – at least with us. But Mitch was still self-conscious with having other dudes find out that, despite his undeniable stud-like appearance, he was really just a little faggot at heart. And that was what Drew, Randy, and I were determined to change. Which was why we were whoring our bitch out to the two recruiters from State.
“Well,” Randy broke in, “they’re not actually total strangers, Mitch. You’ve met both of them before. They’re the two recruiters from State who interviewed you last week.”
“You mean the two dudes who told me I just wasn’t good enough to make the team? You expect me to let those two assholes fuck my boycunt?”
“That’s exactly what we expect,” I chimed in. “If for no other reason than the three of us are telling you that you have to. You’re our bitch now, Mitch, and I think we’ve made it pretty clear that we expect you to do whatever we tell you – or pay the price. You remember what happened a couple weeks ago when you threw that hissy fit because we wanted to start fisting you.”
Mitch started blushing something fierce and, as always, I found him so damned sexy when he was embarrassed. “Yeah,” he slowly responded. “I remember.”
I was enjoying Mitch’s embarrassment way too much to let him off so easily, so I pressed on. “And what exactly do you remember.”
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath, all too aware of what was going on. He really hated it when we made him describe how we’d humiliated him in the past, but he also knew better than not to answer. “You guys – all three of you – took turns spanking me. You made me crawl over your laps and let you all whale away at my butt.”
“And how did you handle it, Mitch?” I continued.
“I…I cried,” he admitted, his blush growing deeper. “It hurt so much I couldn’t help myself. I cried…like a little boy. Like a little baby.”
“And what did you tell us after we spanked you, after you cried like a little baby, Mitch?”
“I promised I’d be a good boy, a good little bitch,” he replied, his voice taking on an air of injured petulance. “And I have been. I’ve done everything you guys tell me to do. I let you fuck me whenever you want, wherever you want. And I suck your cocks whenever you tell me and eat out your asses, too. Fuck, I even drink your piss when you tell me to, and you know I hate doing that. I’ve done everything you’ve told me to, including letting you fist me, though it hurts like the blazes when you do. I’ve kept up my end of the bargain, but now you want to whore me out to two other dudes who scarcely gave me the time of day when they interviewed me. And you know how much I wanted that scholarship. It’s not fair, guys. It’s just not fair.”
“Look, Mitch,” Drew responded, trying to mollify their bitch, “we wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t have a good reason. You have been a good little bitch, by and large, and we appreciate that. And we know it’s hard for faggots like you to make their own way in the world, seeing how they’re simply not designed to do that. So we decided that, since you were our bitch, it was our responsibility to look out for you, to help you along.”
“And you think you’re helping me along,” Mitch interjected, “by making me whore myself out to two guys who’ve already basically told me I couldn’t cut the mustard? That’s how you’re helping me along?”
Drew had to control himself right then. The urge to slap Mitch, to try to knock some sense into the little faggot, was overwhelming. But Drew reminded himself, Mitch was new to the whole scene – becoming a faggot fuck-slut had been a big shock for him and, considering that, the boy had really come a long way in a short time. So Drew cut him some slack – not that he didn’t intend to make Mitch pay for his little outburst down the road. Instead, he proceeded to calmly explain everything to our little fuck-bitch.
“Look, Mitch,” he began, “we weren’t going to tell you this ahead of time, because we were afraid it would make you nervous, but the fact is that your session with the two recruiters who blew you off last week is in the nature of a second interview. Randy ran into them in Ramparts the night after your interview. Yeah, it turned out that both of them are gay. And, it turns out, they had no idea that you were, too. And while they may have been unimpressed by your prowess on the field, they both thought you were hot as shit. And when they learned that, given the right incentive, you might be willing to show them a good time – a good time the entire time you were at State – they were more than willing to give you a second look. And that’s what they’re going to be doing tonight. Giving you a second look – giving all of you a second look.”
Well, that shut Mitch up. He stood there, absorbing what he’d just heard. When he finally spoke, he was much calmer. “Look, guys,” he started out, “I really appreciate what you’re doing. I really do. But I’m not sure I want to whore myself out just to get a free pass to State. I mean, it’s kind of humiliating knowing I’m making the team not because of any abilities on my part. but merely because I have a hot ass, a hot little boycunt that I’m willing to peddle to get what I want. It makes me feel like a real whore. A real, honest-to-goodness whore.”
That’s when I intervened in the discussion. “Mitch, you need to face facts. You’re a great high school quarterback but, in all honesty, you really don’t have pro potential. But you’re smart enough that, if you can get into State, you can get yourself a good education that will allow you to make something of yourself. So what if the only way you can do that is to whore yourself out to two dudes you feel not the slightest attraction to? So what? There are hundreds of dudes, literally hundreds, who are going to make it into State just because their parents graduated from State and have donated a lot of money since then. That’s the only reason they’re getting in. At least you’re sacrificing something to do it. You’re working your ass off to get in – literally. You’re earning your way into State the hard way. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about.”
And that’s when Drew added his final comment. “And the thing is, Mitch, the three of us have already been accepted at State. And we want you to join us there. It wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t have our fuck-bitch with us.”
Mitch looked around at all three of us, a shy grin slowly growing on his face. “You guys mean it? Really? You’ve gone to all the trouble to set it up so that I can get the scholarship I wanted so badly because you want me with you when you go to State?”
“Duh,” Randy responded. “You’re the best fucking lay any of us have ever had. Why wouldn’t we want you with us at State?”
“Randy’s right,” Drew agreed. “It wouldn’t feel right at State if you weren’t there, spreading your beautiful ass and letting us fuck you whenever we wanted.”
“And…and you think there’s a real chance they’ll offer me the scholarship,” Mitch pressed, “if I let those two recruiters fuck me tonight?”
“Damn right we think that,” I said. “You perform the way we know you can, Mitch, there’s no question you’ll get that scholarship. Of course, you’ll have to keep performing for them at State – and us, too – but we don’t think that’s something you can’t handle.”
“Fuck,” Mitch exclaimed, “if they give me a scholarship, I’ll show them the time of their lives. And as far as you guys, well I am your fuck-bitch, aren’t I? Of course, I’ll show you all a good time – all the time.”
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It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Mitch dragged his aching and leaking boycunt home. He wasn’t surprised to find all three of his Masters waiting for him. “So, how’d things go, Mitch?” Drew asked as soon as Mitch made it through the door.
“It was rough, Drew,” Mitch responded, his voice tired and raspy. “Neither of them is as hung as any of you are, but they made up for it by DPing me the whole night. It hurt like hell the first time they both jammed their cocks up my pussy at the same time, but by the fourth time my fuck-hole had stretched out enough so that it wasn’t nearly as painful.”
“They DP’d you four times?” Randy asked.
“Five times actually,” Mitch responded, “and they fucked the crap out of my throat, too. Those two fuckers had incredible stamina. But, like I promised, I showed them a good time.”
“So,” I posed the question that was on all of our minds, “did you get the scholarship?”
Mitch somberly looked from one to the other of us before breaking into a wide grin. “Fuck, yeah, I got it,” he exulted. “A totally free ride for as long as I keep servicing them. Judging by tonight, that’s not going to be a walk in the park, but I know I’m up for it. Thank you guys, so much.”
Drew looked at the two of us and smirked. “Oh, Mitch, I’m sure you can do better than that. I’m sure you can show us just how thankful you are. And seeing how you’ve already been double-penetrated multiple times earlier today, I think it only fair that the three of us get to DP you, too. After all, even you said your boypussy stretched enough that it wasn’t painful by the time those two recruiters finished with you.”
“Jeez, guys,” Mitch responded plaintively, “my cunt is super sore after last night and each one of you is way bigger than either of the two recruiters. They may have stretched out my pussy but nowhere near enough to take two of your cocks at the same time. Couldn’t we just maybe wait a couple of days before you all DP’d me?”
“Sure we could wait a couple days, Mitch,” Drew responded agreeably. “But I don’t see why we should. You’re our bitch, after all. You know that. And if we want to DP you, then that’s that. So stop wasting time and get out of your clothes. You’re going to be DP’d. By all of us.”
Mitch was none too happy, but he knew better than to argue with Drew once he’d made his mind up. So, like the good little bitch we’d been training him to be, Mitch just stripped off all his clothes and then turned around and showed us his pussy. And, to be honest, it was beat to shit, just like Mitch said. But we all figured, what the fuck, he is our bitch. So we all stripped and then we DP’d him. All of us. Me with Drew, Drew with Randy, and then Randy with me. We fucked the living crap out of our bitch.
And I’ve got to say, it was an incredible experience. Mitch’s hole was so goddamn tight against our multiple cocks that it was really hard getting any two of them all the way up his hole at the same time. It was hard, but every pair ultimately succeeded. And once each pair was fully mounted, fucking Mitch’s sweet fuck-hole while rubbing against each other’s cocks was unbelievably arousing. I’m pretty sure we all had the biggest orgasm of our lives while we were doing it. I know I did.
It was hard on Mitch. No question about that. He was squealing and screaming, moaning and crying pretty much the whole time we DP’d him. He was pretty wrecked by the time we finished with him. But he survived. And you’ve got to figure that, over time, his hole will become more pliable and better able to wrap itself around two hard cocks coring out his boycunt at the same time. God knows Mitch is going to get enough practice. Now that we’ve all double-dicked him once, we sure as hell are going to be doing it again and Mitch will just have to get used to it. After all, he has no choice. He is our bitch.
And now that Mitch has made it into State, come the Fall we’ll all be living together, which means Drew, me, and Randy will be fucking him all the time. All the time. I can only hope that Mitch’s pussy is up to all the use it’s going to be seeing from now on. But I do have confidence in our studboy bitch that he will survive. I sure hope so, anyway.