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THE CUNTING-OUT AND REFORMATION OF DIRK MADISON

PART 2

The Reformation

When, as the sun began its morning ascent into the heavens, Master finally withdrew his massive Man-cock from what had become it’s cock-sleeve of choice and Dirk’s riven boy-ass began dribbling out the night’s accumulation of Man-spunk, Master stood over the now broken boy and said, “You did good, bitch, for your first night.  You’ll do better next time and the time after that.”

All Dirk could respond, as the enormity of all that had happened to him during the previous night and the reality of the future he faced of an endless succession of similar nights to come washed over him, was a sobbing, “Yes, Master.”

Master ordered Dirk to get back on his feet and, when he did so, led him out of the basement playroom, up the stairs and out into the car, not even offering the boy a towel to wash off the accumulated dirt, grit, dried cum, and sweat off his body.  No sooner had Dirk been seated naked in the front passenger seat than Master handcuffed the boy’s wrists behind his back and then reached down and fondled Dirk until he was fully erect.  Then he affixed the blindfold over Dirk’s eyes and drove the boy into the bright sunshine, as naked and fully aroused as he had been when he’d arrived.  And, if anything, even more humiliated.

They drove around for a while and then Master pulled over to the curb.  He reached over and removed the blindfold from Dirk’s eyes.  Dirk was horrified to see that they were back at the corner of Second and Main, but it was bright daylight and Dirk was keenly aware that he was stark naked and fully boned-up in the car.  And that anyone looking in could see him.

“Turn around, bitch, and I’ll take the handcuffs off,” he heard Master say.

Immediately, Dirk did just that, even though it forced him to look at the sidewalk and watch all the pedestrians passing by, seemingly oblivious to the nude, horned-up bitch sitting in the car just a few feet away from them.  It seemed to take Master five minutes to remove the cuffs, though even Dirk realized that his extreme embarrassment was doubtless making it seem longer than it actually was.  But finally, the cuffs were off his wrists.  Dirk forced himself to wait until Master gave him permission to get dressed but, once he did, he reached into the back seat, scooped up his clothes and put them on in what seemed like less than five seconds.

Finally dressed, though he was, of course, still barechested, Dirk could feel his pounding heart easing up.  He turned to face Master.  Master was smiling at him, archly.  “You look better naked, bitch, but the law doesn’t permit that, more’s the pity.   Anyway, I’ll give you a few days to rest.  I’ll text you when I want you next.  Just remember – be on time and no shirt.  Now you can go, bitch.”

Dirk responded with a quick, “Thank you, Master,” and virtually sprang from the car.  He hurried back to his dorm as fast as he could without actually running, anxious to be off the streets, convinced that somehow everyone who saw him could tell just by looking at him that he’d spent the last dozen hours being bitched out like some disgusting faggot.

His roommate Kit was coming out of the shower as he came into their dorm room.  “Fuck, bro,” Kit exclaimed as he looked at Dirk, “you look – and smell – like you had a wild night.”

“I did, bro.  I did,” Dirk responded, as he tossed himself onto the bed, feeling totally drained.  Even with Kit standing there, looking questioningly at him, Dirk was simply too exhausted to even try to come up with a plausible explanation.  Instead, without even removing his shoes, he simply pulled up the covers and turned his head.  He was sound asleep just a few minutes later.

Over the next few days, Dirk tried to process what had happened to him.  He felt irreparably soiled by the use Master had made of him and the prospect of having to submit to repeated sexual assaults in the future filled him with despair.  But try as he might to figure out some way out of the trap he now found himself in, Dirk kept coming up empty-handed.  So when, just three days after his initial session with Master, Dirk got a message that simply read, ‘Time for another session, bitch.  Meet me at Third and Fitzgibbons at 2:00 p.m.  And, don’t forget, no shirt,’ Dirk couldn’t see any other alternative but to comply.

This session seemed like an instant replay of his initial encounter.  Dirk was ordered to strip naked in the car, was then cuffed, blindfolded, and sexually aroused and only then did Master proceed to drive him to his home where, once again, Dirk was sexually abused pretty much all night long. 

And this continued as the template for all Dirk’s future interactions with Master.  Every three or four days he would be texted to report – shirtless, always shirtless – to some corner in the town, not far from the campus, where Master would pick him up, strip and cuff him, and then, after Dirk had been suitably aroused, drive him home where he would abuse Dirk all night long.

Of course, how Dirk was abused grew more varied over time.  He was always fucked multiple times, but during his third session Master spanked Dirk twice, the first time for what Master termed an infraction, the second time just because Master had enjoyed spanking Dirk’s naked ass so much the first time.  After that, spankings became an integral part of every session.

In the fifth or sixth session, Dirk wasn’t sure which it was, Master introduced Dirk into drinking Man-pee.  Dirk made the mistake of letting Master see how much he hated being forced to serve as another dude’s urinal, so naturally Master made piss-drinking a regular part of every session after that.

And more and more with every successive session, Master spent time working on Dirk’s cocksucking skills.  While he termed them woefully inadequate at the start, Dirk eventually reached a passable level of competence, learning how to keep his teeth out of the way and controlling his gag reflex enough that he could actually take three or four hard inches of Man-cock down his throat.  He was still proving incapable of totally deep-throating Master’s substantial slab of meat, but even Master had to concede that he was making incremental progress with every lesson.

But the biggest change was also the most disquieting for Dirk.  It was the way his body had begun to react to Master’s use of it.  It was during their third session, the session in which Master had begun spanking him simply because he enjoyed spanking his bitch, that Dirk was shocked to realize that he had become sexually aroused while Master was fucking him.  While the pain of being sexually used had lessened noticeably since his initial deflowering, Dirk still found every initial entry of Master’s cock up his boy-hole to more than a little uncomfortable.  And the same was true of the discomfort he felt when Master really got into it and began jackhammering his cock into the boy’s pussy.  It hurt, there was simply no two-ways about it.  But, notwithstanding the pain Dirk was suffering as Master reamed-out his twat-hole, somehow during that third session Dirk became sexually aroused while Master was fucking him.  Dirk was more than surprised when this happened – he was totally mortified.

It was bad enough being forced to submit to being sexually abused because he was being blackmailed.  That was a humiliation Dirk had no intention of sharing with any of his family and friends.  It was a humiliation Dirk had to repeatedly endure, but it did nothing to undermine the ultimate way Dirk still viewed himself – as a normal male.  He was merely doing what he had to do, not something he wanted to do.

But getting aroused by being used in that way, that was a totally different matter.  Becoming sexually aroused while he was being fucked like a girl, actually being fucked harder than Dirk had ever fucked a girl, that was something that went to the entire core of Dirk’s self-perception.  It was something a faggot would do.  And Dirk wasn’t a faggot.  No way was he a faggot.  Or so he told himself.

But as the instances in which he became sexually aroused became more frequent until it was happening every time he was being fucked, Dirk’s certainty that he wasn’t a faggot began to waver.  And then, when during his sixth session with Master, Dirk didn’t merely become sexually aroused but actually experienced an orgasm even as Master was spewing his own Man-seed deep up Dirk’s guts, Dirk’s certainty as to his own sexual identity virtually evaporated.  For the first time in his life, Dirk had to directly face the question whether he might not simply be sexually attracted to other men but might, in fact, actually be a faggot, a boy who was aroused by being used as a cum-hole by Real Men.  Even then, though, Dirk tried to convince himself that he wasn’t a faggot, that he hadn’t reached the point where he was sexually excited by being cunted-out.  It was merely the unwanted stimulation of his prostate that was causing him to get hard and experience an ejaculation.  That was the explanation.  That had to be the explanation.

But as Dirk’s orgasms became more frequent, as he found himself purposely squeezing his ass around Master’s cock without even being told, and especially when he started boning up merely reading one of Master’s summonses, Dirk’s feeble defenses began to totally crumble.  And then, at their most recent session, when Master had told Dirk that Dirk had reached a point where he needed more than bi-weekly sessions with Master, he needed to begin living his entire life as a faggot fuck-whore, and that his next session would mark a turning point in Dirk’s life, Dirk had realized that he was not only terrified but also excited at the prospect.

Dirk was terrified because he couldn’t imagine how he could possibly integrate daily cuntings into his college-boy life.  As it was, he’d been making up the most ludicrous stories to explain his twice-a-week absences to his roommate, Kit, and it was only because Kit had to be the most credulous dude Dirk had ever met, that he’d been successful so far.  But nightly absences?  Even Kit couldn’t possibly be that gullible.  He’d have to eventually level with his roommate, but the idea of having to sit there and tell Kit that he was spending every night getting his ass fucked, his pussy pounded, his cunt cored-out, made Dirk quiver in embarrassment just thinking about it.  And once Kit knew, Dirk’s other friends were sure to find out about Dirk.

Dirk knew his experiences with his Master had changed him, probably irrevocably.  The fact that he now considered the man to be his Master, showed that.  He wasn’t sure when he’d abandoned the fiction that ‘Master’ was merely the dude’s name and embraced the reality that he called him Master because that was the proper description of the Man’s relationship to Dirk.  But Dirk had made that mental leap at least a couple of weeks earlier.  The Man fucking him was Dirk’s Master.  And that made Dirk his Master’s boy, his bitch, his faggot fuck-whore.

And Dirk no longer waited to be told before he stripped naked when he got into Master’s car.  Now he stripped the moment he got in because he knew that was the way any ‘boy’ should present himself to his Master – naked and hard.  And Dirk was hard now even before he got into the car.  Just thinking about his Master would get him painfully aroused and Dirk’s boy-cock would actually be dripping pre even as he climbed into the car.

Whether his Master had transformed him into a faggot or merely allowed the faggot that had always lurked inside of him to escape, Dirk couldn’t say.  But, in his heart of hearts, Dirk was pretty sure of one, soul-crushing, reality – he now was a faggot-whore, he was his Master’s faggot-whore.   And he could no more resist whatever it was that his Master had planned for him than the ocean could resist the tidal pull of the Moon.  Regardless of how terrified he was of whatever his Master had planned for him, Dirk would do what he was told.  And knowing that made his hard boy-dick throb in his pants.

So on that cold night, when his Master pulled up, Dirk climbed into the car and immediately stripped completely naked.  And then he turned so that his Master could affix the handcuffs to his wrists, not because either of them thought they were still necessary but as part of Dirk’s ritual submission to his Master’s will.  Then, once the blindfold was in place and Master had amused himself by playing with Dirk’s already fully-engorged cock, they drove off towards Master’s residence.

Once they arrived, Dirk exited the car and allowed himself to be led by his balls down into the basement playroom, even though he knew every step of the way instinctively now.  Dirk waited patiently as his Master removed the blindfold and then unlocked the cuffs, which had been dispensed with during their bi-weekly sessions over a month ago because they constrained Dirk’s ability to assume a variety of positions that his Master enjoyed taking him in.  The last few sessions had always begun with at least an hour of Dirk trying to deep-throat his Master’s cock, but Dirk had already learned never to anticipate what his Master wanted but to simply wait for his Master’s instructions.

“Take off my clothes, bitch,” his Master ordered.

This had been a new task that his Master had only begun training him for at the beginning of their last session.  But Dirk had learned – the hard way – to pay close attention to everything that his Master taught him, so he knew what to do.  He carefully unbuttoned his Master’s shirt, removed it from his torso and hung it up on the proper hanger.  Then, he returned in front of his Master and, with eyes cast respectfully downward, begged to be allowed to clean out his Master’s armpits.  

“Permission granted, bitch,” his Master responded, raising his right arm.  Immediately, Dirk smashed his face into the armpit and began licking up his Master’s sweat.  He spent a good five minutes working on the armpit, making sure that every drop of sweat was suctioned into his mouth.  Then, when his Master declared, “Now the left one, bitch,” Dirk immediately moved over there and gave that armpit the full treatment.  But when he heard his Master say ‘Enough,’ Dirk immediately stopped, stepped backward and then said, “Thank you, Master, for permitting me to lick the sweat out of your armpits.”

Even though Dirk recognized the inherent degradation involved in the service he had just performed, he was able to issue that thank you without blushing.  Over his time with his Master, Dirk had become used to performing degrading tasks and, anyway, he knew that an even more degrading task would face him in just minutes. 

“You’re welcome, bitch,” his Master replied.  “Now continue.”

“Yes, Master,” Dirk answered and immediately knelt and began unlacing his Master’s boots.  He carefully removed one boot and then the other, and then removed both pairs of socks, kissing each foot as he did so.  He then stood back up and unbuckled Master’s belt and slowly lowered the pants to the floor.  Dirk had already noted that, while most times Master wore boxer-briefs, he did occasionally go without any underwear and it was obvious as he lowered his Master’s jeans that today he was again going commando.  So when Master stepped out of his jeans, Dirk immediately stood back up and hung them on the proper hanger.  He then returned in front of Master and prepared himself for the task he found most degrading of all the tasks he’d thus far been trained to perform.

“Master,” Dirk said, all too aware that he was now blushing furiously, “may I be permitted to clean out your asshole?”

“Yes, bitch,” his Master replied, not even attempting to hide his amusement, “you have my permission to clean out my dirty shit-chute.  Just make sure you do a good job of it.”

“Thank you, Master,” Dirk forced himself to say, “for that privilege.”

Dirk walked behind his Master, knelt down, spread his Master’s muscular cheeks apart with both hands and then buried his face in his Master’s dank ass-cleft.  Dirk spent the next ten minutes laving out his Master’s taint and ass-cleft with his tongue, making sure they were totally clean before he turned his attention to his Master anal entryway.  He ran his tongue over the puckered opening again and again, making sure it was spotless even as his Master began to moan with pleasure.   And then, steeling himself, he began to force his tongue up into his Master’s asshole, inch by inch.  As he did so, the tastes and the smells that assailed him grew increasingly nauseous though Dirk tried to ignore them.  But once his tongue fully broke through the anal doorway, that proved impossible and it took all of the boy’s self-control to keep from gagging, even as the tears of shame at what he was doing started in his eyes.

Dirk heard his Master moan, “Oh, yeah, bitch.  Work that tongue up my hole.  Work that faggot tongue up my shit-hole.”  And Dirk, knowing he had no choice, did precisely that, working his tongue all around the tight entryway even as it darted deeper and deeper into his Master’s noxious rectal fissure.  And Dirk kept doing that despite the extreme mortification he felt until his Master finally said, “Enough, bitch.  If you keep it up any longer I’m going to shoot my load and this is one load I definitely want to unload up your cunt.  So you can stop now, bitch.”

Gratefully, Dirk extracted his tongue from his Master’s asshole.  He stood up and returned to stand in front of his Master.  “Thank you, Master,” Dirk said in a small voice, his embarrassment palpable, “for permitting me to clean out your asshole.”

“Oh, you’re more that welcome, bitch,” his Master replied with a chuckle, clearly enjoying his bitch’s humiliation.  “You’re the best ass-wipe I’ve ever had service me, bitch.  You can clean out my dirty shitter any time you want.”

Knowing he had to, Dirk responded, “Thank you, sir,” even though all he really wanted to do at that moment was crawl into a hole and hide.  But Dirk understood now that there’d be no hiding for him, not ever.  Not from his Master.  And not from what his Master had turned him into.

“Okay, bitch,” his Master said, “let’s get the real fun started.”  Master walked over to the plush chair and sat down, his big Man-cock hard as steel, sticking straight into the air.  “Get your fucking pussy around this, bitch,” he ordered.  “Reverse cowboy style.”

This, as Dirk had discovered over the weeks, was one of his Master’s favorite positions, since it forced Dirk to do most of the work of impaling his own cunt on his Master’s massive fuck-stick.  In truth, once the action started, Dirk generally enjoyed it, provided he could get his Master to cum before Dirk’s thigh muscles started really burning from his exertions.  But the initial penetration was always painful.

Dirk straddled his Masters cock and reached back to position the flaring head directly under his fuck-hole.  Then, after taking a deep breath, he slowly forced his cunt down his Master’s thick Man-dick, stifling a groan as the tube of flesh slowly proceeded to fill his entire anal-chute, not stopping until he could feel his Master’s pubes brushing hard against Dirk’s ass-cheeks.  His Master emitted a sigh of pleasure.  “Bitch,” his Master enthused, “you really do have one fine boypussy.  You’re going to be a huge hit with all your friends, I’m sure of it.”  While Dirk was somewhat disconcerted by this comment, he didn’t have time to dwell on that because almost immediately his Master added, “Enough resting, bitch.  Get to work.  Get me off, you dirty little faggot.”

“Yes, Master,” Dirk promptly replied as he propelled his ass upwards until only the crown of his Master’s Man-cock was still inside his twat-hole and then rapidly re-engulfed the whole tool, only to immediately begin to disgorge it again.

Faster and faster, Dirk rode his Master’s cock, helped by the Man’s hands on Dirk’s thighs, moving Dirk’s body up and down at a constantly accelerating pace.  The pain from the repeated penetrations was constant but, while it made Dirk groan at times, he was actually getting used to the pain of a big cock pounding out his fuck-hole, just as he was getting used to the raging hard-on he was now sporting as he worked his pussy up and down on his Master’s Man-cock.

Eventually, though, even with his Master’s hands helping to elevate and then lower his torso on the invading fuck-stick, Dirk’s thighs began to burn from his exertions and he could only hope that his Master was getting close to shooting a load of his fuck-seed up Dirk’s boycunt.  But then, suddenly, just as Dirk could tell his Master was approaching his orgasm, the Man’s hands gripped Dirk’s thighs hard and held him down.  “Hold on a second, bitch,” his Master ordered, the huskiness in his voice betraying how close he was to cumming.  “I don’t want to cum just yet.”

Dirk could feel his Master’s cock throbbing in his hole, obviously on the precipice of explosion, but he just waited for his Master’s further instructions.  He was anxious to get his Master off, but Dirk knew enough now to know that if he made his Master cum before the Man wanted to, he’d face another brutal discipline session, something the boy had no desire to experience again.  So he sat there quiescently, his boycunt totally stuffed with his Master’s big cock, waiting on his Master.

Finally, his Master began speaking again.  “You know, bitch,” he said in a more relaxed voice, “I told you last session that the time had come for you to begin to live the full-life of a faggot fuck-bitch.   And I think this would be a good time to meet your new full-time Master.  Well, actually not so much your new Master as your second Master, since I will be continuing as your Master, too.  But he’ll be providing you with the daily training that I’m unable to provide you with right now.  So, bitch, do you want to meet your second Master?”

In truth, the prospect of taking on a second Master worried Dirk, but the boy also knew that when asked a question like that by his Master, there was only one possible answer.  And that was the answer he gave, “Yes, Master.”

A second later, Master was shouting in a loud voice, “Okay, bro.  You can come on in.  It’s time.”

Dirk’s eyes were riveted on the door to the playroom and, even as he watched, the door opened.  When he saw who was standing there in the doorway, Dirk recoiled in absolute shock.  And seeing the shock on Dirk’s face, the boy in the doorway smiled.  “Bet you’re surprised to see me, aren’t you, Dirk?” Kit smirked.  And all Dirk could do was shake his head, ‘yes.’

“I’ve got to say, Dirk,” Kit said as he began taking off his clothes.  “You look hot as hell with my brother’s big dick buried up your boycunt.”

“Your…your brother?” Dirk managed to stutter out, even as he tried to keep squeezing his boypussy on his Master’s big boybuster, keeping it primed for fucking the way he knew his Master liked it.

“Yeah, my brother, Matt,” Kit replied, pushing down his underwear to disclose a thick 8-inch cock totally engorged with blood.  “Though you know him as Master.  I always told you my brother was a real stud.  But I’m sure you know that a lot better than I do, don’t you…bitch.”

Dirk was stung by the contempt in his roommate’s voice as he called him ‘bitch.’  “You know…you know what your brother’s been doing to me?” he squeaked out, embarrassed simply by the thought of another dude knowing how he’d been turned into a pathetic faggot fuck-bitch.

“Know?” Kit repeated, with a smirk.  “Fuck, bitch, I’ve watched my brother fuck you in real time.”

“You’ve…you’ve watched?” Dirk exclaimed, scarcely believing what he was hearing.  “You’ve watched your brother fucking me?  How?  How?”

“How do you think, you dumb fuck?” Kit sneered.  “On the fucking internet.  My brother’s been streaming all of this shit live, as it occurred.  You’re a big star, bitch.  Hell, the entire dorm’s been watching the last few weeks, yucking it up as your true faggot nature showed through.  Even the most clueless nerd has been getting off watching you being cunted-out.”

As the enormity of what he was hearing struck home, Dirk could feel his entire body blushing a burning scarlet.  “Everyone…everyone’s been watching me being cunted-out?”

“Well, not everyone in the whole world, bitch,” Kit laughed.  “But everyone on campus, you can bet on that.  We’ve all seen you taking dick, eating ass, drinking piss.   Fuck, bitch, is there anything you wouldn’t do?  Shit, you’d probably spread your legs for a dog, wouldn’t you, you sick bastard?”

“You’ve got to believe me, Kit,” Dirk pleaded, “I wouldn’t have done any of it, any of it, if your brother hadn’t forced me.  You’ve got to believe me, Kit.”

But no sooner had Dirk made his plea than Kit’s hand flashed out in a vicious bitch-slap.  “Bitch,” he spit out, “from now on you will refer to me as Master Kit.  Understand?   I’m your new Master.  Your second Master.  And you’ll refer to me as such from now on – or you’ll pay the price.   Understand, bitch?”

Shocked both by the pain radiating from his face and what he’d just heard, Dirk replied with a weak, “Yes.”

Immediately, Kit’s hand flashed again, delivering an even harder slap to his roommate’s face.  “Yes what, bitch?” he demanded.

Understanding all too well what was happening, Dirk forced himself to say, “Yes, Master Kit.”

“That’s better, bitch,” Master Kit sneered.  “Now, before we get down to business, I’m gonna explain how things are going to be.  You’re my bitch, now, and that’s how I’m going to be treating you.  As a bitch.  So, the first thing you need to understand is that you’ll be naked whenever you’re in our room.  Buck naked, like you are now.  Actually, you’ll be a little more naked than you are now.   Unlike my brother, I don’t like any hair on my bitches so when we get you back to the dorm room we’re gonna shave off all your body hair.  All of it.”

“You’re gonna shave my pubes?” Dirk asked in shock, before quickly appending a “Master Kit,” when he saw the look on his roommate’s face.

“No, I’m not going to waste my time shaving your pubes,” Master Kit replied.  “You’re going to do that – along with all the rest of your body hair.  Men have body hair.  Faggot bitches like you are hairless and smooth.  Like you’ll be keeping yourself from now on.”

“Second,” Master Kit went on, “while we can’t have you parading around campus buck naked – more’s the pity, as my bro likes to say – you’re going to have standardize outerwear.  It will be simple.  Tight shorts with their back seam ripped out, cut-off tank-tops just long enough to cover your boy-tits, and flip-flops.  That will be your standard classroom dress from now on.  No underwear, of course.  Faggots don’t get to wear underwear, that’s for Men.  To make it easy for you, bitch, I’ve already tossed all your underwear and given your other clothes to charity.  So the clothes left in your drawer – and you only need one drawer for all your clothes now – you can wear without asking for my permission.  I did save one pair of jeans for you to wear when you go home, though just like the shorts, the back seam has been ripped out to allow easy access to your boycunt.”

“But…but Master…Master Kit,” Dirk protested.  “Dressed like that, going to my classes, I’ll…I’ll look like a faggot whore.”

“Exactly,” Master Kit agreed with a smile.  “That’s what you are, isn’t it, bitch?  A faggot whore.  I just figure you should look the part.  Besides, it’s not like everyone doesn’t already know about you, bitch.  Like I said, you’re already a big star on campus, you and your stretched-out boycunt.”

“Oh my God,” Dirk moaned as the enormity of what was happening to him, what had already happened to him, hit home.

“There is, however, one new item – I suppose you could call it an article of clothing – that you’ll be wearing all the time when you’re on campus.  A cock-cage.  I’ve watched the way you shoot your big load of boy-spoor every time you’re being cunted-out, and I just don’t want your fag-slime shooting all over our room.  So your little boy-cock’s going to be permanently locked into its own cage.  I’m sure you’ll still be dribbling your ball slime, probably all the time, but at least it won’t be flying all over the room.”

“Oh, God, you’re gonna cage my cock, too?” Dirk groaned, so upset that he wasn’t even feeling the incredible reaming-out his poor fuck-hole was enduring now that Master Matt had resumed fucking Dirk’s faggot twat-hole, even as Master Kit was explaining things to Dirk.  “Please, Master.  Please Master Kit.  Don’t do that.  Don’t cage my boy-cock.  It’d be so humiliating having guys in the dorm see me naked, with my boy-cock in a cage.  Please, Master Kit, I’ll behave myself.  You don’t have to cage my cock.”

“Sorry, bitch,” Master Kit replied, shaking his head, “but I’ve seen you in action.  You just can’t help yourself.  You get a big dick coring out your cunt and whammo, next thing you know, you’re shooting off wad after wad of fag-spooge.  Can’t have you messing up our dorm room that way.  Like I said, bitch, I’m sorry but your cock is going to be caged full-time whenever you’re on campus.  But I’m not the only Man who’ll have a key.  Matt will, too.  You’ll still be seeing him twice every week.  Maybe you can convince him to release your little boy-clit, at least every so often.  But when you’re with me, you’re always going to be caged, bitch.  Always.”

“Actually, though, bitch,” Master Kit continued, obviously enjoying the fun he was having with his new bitch, “you might learn to enjoy it.  It’s a cute little thing.  And it is a ‘little’ thing.  I’m sure it’ll be real tight on you at first.  But you’ll get used to it.  Over time, your boy-dick will shrink down to a proper boy-clit size and it won’t feel nearly as constraining as it did at first.  You’ll see.  But, while it really is cute, it was expensive, too.  But don’t worry about that, I’ll just take that out of your earnings.”

“What…what do you mean, Master Kit, my earnings?” Dirk asked, all too afraid he knew exactly what Master Kit meant.

“Oh, yeah, we haven’t discussed that yet, have we, bitch,” Master Kit responded with a huge grin.   God he was having such a good time already with his new bitch, and he hadn’t even started fucking him yet – though that would be coming in just a few more minutes.  “I’ve decided I’m going to be putting you and your boycunt to work, doing what you do best.  Taking Man-cock.  Now I know I have to make allowances for your classes and say, one-hour every day for studying.  And then there’s the time I’ll be using you myself.  And my friends, too, of course.  And then there’s Matt’s two nights with you every week.  Still, I worked it out and I’m reasonably sure that you’ll be able to average at least 8 hours every day servicing paying customers.  More on weekends, less during the week probably.  Anyway, at $50 an hour for your time and fuck-hole, that works out to $400 a day, of which you’ll be earning $8, every day.  At that rate, you’ll be able to pay-off the cock-cage in about three weeks.”

Dirk was just staring at his roommate, trying to comprehend how his life could have taken such a terrible turn in such a short time.  In just a little more than two months, he’d gone from being a big campus jock enjoying all the adulation that went with that role, to becoming a notorious campus fag-whore, getting paid a dollar an hour to sell his boypussy to any dude that wanted to fuck it, and that was in addition to being his roommate’s and his roommate’s brother’s little faggot bitch.  Dirk was literally speechless in his horror and despair at what had happened to his life in such a short span of time.

And then, suddenly, another thought hit him.  “But Master…Master Kit, if everyone knows what I’ve been doing, how I’ve become a faggot bitch, and then I start selling my…my pussy to other dudes on campus, the administration is definitely going to find out and they’ll kick me out of school for sure.”

“No, bitch,” Master Kit replied, his smirk becoming even more pronounced.  “That’s where you’re wrong.  You see, the way you’ve been presented on the internet is as a straight dude who’s being blackmailed into sexually servicing another male, though you, me, and Matt realize that’s not true.  You’re a stone-cold faggot now who enjoys the feel of my brother’s big cock pounding your faggot cunt-hole into mush and the three of us know that.  But that’s beside the point.  The school administration doesn’t see that; they don’t see the real you.  They see the old, supposedly straight you.  So what the administration is going to conclude is that you servicing other males cocks is actually God’s will at work.”

“What?” Dirk exclaimed, not believing what he was hearing.  “The administration of this super conservative Christian school is going to believe it’s God’s will that I’m a faggot fuck-bitch?  No fucking way is that going to happen.”

“They’re not going to believe that, bitch,” Master Kit replied with some asperity.  “Your problem, bitch, is that you don’t listen.   I just told you that they don’t think you’re a faggot fuck-bitch.  They think you’re straight.  In their minds, as a straight boy you’ve committed two major sins.  First, you’ve had sex outside of marriage and gotten the girl pregnant.  Second, and far more heinously, you then talked her into having an abortion and actually helped her pay for it.  Normally they’d kick your ass out of school for either one of those sins.”

“But knowing that you’ve been blackmailed into becoming another man’s fuck-bitch and been forced to submit multiple times every week to having your asshole fucked and seeded with another man’s sperm, something any Christian straight man would find totally abhorrent, what they’ll see is the hand of God in this outcome.  God’s way of punishing you for your transgressions.   And they won’t want to interfere with God’s plan for you.  Which is why they haven’t expelled you already.  So when you’re forced to prostitute yourself to other boys, they’ll just see that as a continuation of God exacting an atonement for your sins, particularly seeing how we’ll be donating ten dollars to the National Right to Life fund for every load you take.” 

“That is so fucking twisted,” Dirk observed when Master Kit was finished.

“That’s religion for you, bitch,” Master Kit chuckled, “as you would have figured out for yourself if you paid more attention in your theology classes.  But enough talk, bitch.  I think it’s time I find out for myself if you’re as good a fuck as my brother claims you are.”

Wearily, knowing he had no other choice, Dirk opened his mouth wide to take his roommate’s cock down his throat.  But no sooner had he done so than he heard Master Kit laugh out loud.

“It’s not your mouth I’m interested in, you stupid faggot,” he laughed.  “It’s your cunt.”  Then, turning to look at his brother, Kit asked, “You ready for me, Matt.”

“Fuck, bro,” Master Matt replied, “I was ready for you ten minutes ago.  You should have warned me you were gonna give a ten-minute speech before you got down to business.  I’ve already spewed my first load up the faggot’s twat-hole.  It’ll take me a few minutes to recharge but that’ll just give us more time together to totally destroy this bitch’s cunt.”

With a surge of pure terror, Dirk finally understood what was about to happen.  “Oh, God, No.  You can’t be serious.  You can’t be.  There’s no way I can take both your cocks at the same time.  There’s no way, no way my…my pussy can stretch that much.  It’ll kill me.  It’ll kill me for sure.  Please, I’m begging you.  Don’t…don’t…OH GOD NO!!!”

Even as Dirk was pleading with his two Masters, even as he was begging them not to double-dick him, Master Kit had wedged is thick piece of fuck-meat hard against the stretched-out rim of Dirk’s anal opening and started pushing in.  And Dirk hadn’t even finished his desperate entreaties when Master Kit succeeded in forcing the head of his extra thick cock in alongside his brother’s monstrosity.  And as Dirk threw his head back and unleashed a howl of unbearable agony, Master Kit relentlessly pushed forward until finally, unbelievably, all of his thick cuntbuster was crammed inside Dirk’s tortured hole alongside that of his brother.

Dirk was writhing between the two brothers, his poor boy-twat stretched unbelievably wide around their big cocks, screeching and squealing as his two Masters made themselves at home inside his teenage fuck-hole, laughing and joking at how much fun it was to both be fucking a faggot’s cock-slot at the same time.  “I gotta say, bro,” Master Kit was telling his brother, “this is already the hottest fuck I’ve ever had – and it’s just beginning.”

“You’re right, bro,” Master Matt replied, giving Dirk’s totally impaled hole a vicious thrust, “we’re just starting in on it.  Fuck, by the time we’re finished with it, the bitch’s cunt-chute will be big enough to drop a baby with no problem at all.”

“Wouldn’t that be something, bro,” Master Kit mused, “if we could get our fag-bitch pregnant?  See him walking around campus with his belly bulging out under his cut-off tank-top, carrying our offspring around for the whole world to see.  That would be something else, bro.”

“That would be hot,” Master Matt agreed.  “Unfortunately, there’s as much chance of that as of Cathy Corcoran ever becoming pregnant.”

Even amidst all the pain, agony, and humiliation he was suffering, that last remark broke through Dirk’s consciousness.  “What are you talking about,” he managed to groan out.  “Cathy Corcoran got pregnant.  That’s what got me into this whole scene.”

Dirk’s comment caused both brothers to start laughing uncontrollably.  Finally, it was Master Kit who got control of himself.  “No, bitch,” he responded, his voice heavy with malicious mirth, “it wasn’t Cathy Corcoran’s pregnancy that got you into all this shit.  It was your own massive gullibility.  You see, Cathy Corcoran wasn’t pregnant.  When she was in high school, she had cervical cancer and had her uterus removed.  Cathy Corcoran couldn’t become pregnant.”

Even with all that had happened to him over the past two months, Dirk found this the hardest thing to believe.  “I can’t believe it.  I can’t believe it.  Why…why would she tell me she was pregnant if she wasn’t?”

“Believe it, bitch,” Master Kit chuckled.  “She was playing you.  We all were playing you.  She was already planning on dropping out of school anyway, but this way she got a nice two-week vacation using the money you gave her for an abortion and, me and my brother, we got the opportunity to bitch you out and turn you into a complete and total faggot.  Which we did.   It was a total set-up, you dumb faggot.   From start to finish – though, to tell you the truth, we’re not near finished with you.  Nowhere near finished.  But you understand that now, don’t you faggot?  You finally understand what a total faggot loser you are, don’t you, bitch?  Now, if you don’t mind – or even if you do – me and Matt need to get back to plowing out this great cunt of yours.”

And, with that, Master Kit pulled his big boy-cock back so that only the crown remained inside Dirk’s riven hole only to viciously ram it all back in to the hilt, causing not only Dirk but Master Matt to moan aloud.  A few seconds later, Master Matt did the same and soon both brothers were fucking the squealing Dirk with reckless abandon.  And as they began working the boy’s fuck-hole with their dueling pistons, Dirk was finally surrendering to the inevitable.  He was just a dumb faggot and this is exactly what he deserved.  To be fucked and used.  Just like a bitch.  Just like the dumb faggot he so obviously was.  And Dirk didn’t have the slightest doubt that, with both Master Matt and Master Kit in charge, that’s exactly what would be happening to him from now on.   Fucked and used.  Like any dumb faggot.  Forever.