Becoming Dan's Toy 02

I drove home in a daze. In the space of a few hours, I had gone from being curious about submitting sexually to a man, to having willingly given Dan my mouth and ass, even agreeing to letting him take me bareback and leave his cum deep inside of me. And the most puzzling part, to me, was not the physical pleasure he had given to me, but rather my mental state. Submission to him felt right, like what I was meant to do.

I pulled in my garage and went straight upstairs to take a shower. Despite my acceptance of, hell even my embracing of, what I had done, I still felt dirty. I could feel sticky liquid on my ass and inner thighs, and I could still taste Dan's cock and cum in my mouth.

Once in the bathroom, I stripped off my t-shirt, socks, and shorts. The underwear I had worn was still in Dan's possession, a physical symbol that he had taken me. As I bent down to pick up the shorts, I saw the large cum stain and my shame grew. But my asshole also twitched, as if excited by the memory of how that stain got there.

A scalding hot shower felt good. As I symbolically cleaned my body of the taboo fucking, my mind began to settle into its much more familiar place. By the time I was toweling off, I was convinced that Dan had gotten his rocks off and I would never hear from him again. I could find a way to spin this mentally into a one-time aberration.

So I was very surprised when my phone notified me of a text, and it was Dan.

"Thank you for letting me be your first," he said, which made my insides flutter a bit at being appreciated. "I am looking forward to doing it again on Saturday."

I responded, by thanking him for what I described as a "very thorough" introduction to gay sex, and for lunch.

"You can do better than that," he texted.

I didn't respond, not sure what to say or really what he was after.

"Tell me explicitly what you are thanking me for," he texted after a moment.

"Fucking me. Coming in me," I replied, then added a "Sir," remembering that addressing him that way had pleased him.

"Much better, boy," was his response.

He then told me, and it was clear that he was not asking, to be at his house at 9am on Saturday. He told me to expect another morning of discovery before he was going to take me to the monthly Pride Event, being held at a nearby farm and apple orchard. He also told me that it was the 21st century and I needed to groom my cock and balls. "Hairless," he told me.

I told him I understood, but already began thinking of an excuse to bail on him.

The next day, Friday, passed with almost no contact. Dan resent his address to me and told me 10am. I noted the new time, you know, just in case I actually went.

Friday night I was lying in bed trying to sleep. As usual when that happened, I began to tug my little dick. But the thoughts in my head as I played with myself were all replays of what Dan had done to me in that hotel room. The taste of his cum. The smell of his cock. The feeling of submission as he opened my mouth with his hands and fed me his huge manhood. I fell asleep after coming, knowing I was going to see Dan in the morning.

I woke up, showered, ate a very light breakfast, and left my place at 9. My phone told me I was 15 minutes from Dan's place, and I wondered if he would be okay with me being early.

I drove through the city and headed towards the suburb on the bay. The neighborhoods were very upscale as I got closer. I finally made it to his street, and saw large, probably 4000 square foot houses, all with water access. Dan's house was no different, a large modern colonial with a four-car garage and U-shaped driveway. I parked next to his truck - of course it was larger than mine - and the small RV he had.

I walked up to the door when Dan opened it. He was wearing sweat shorts and a wife-beater shirt. He was sweaty.

"You're late. I thought you were no-showing so I started my workout."

"You said 10 o clock, Sir," I tried to protest.

"Get inside, now. I said you're late," was the reply.

I stepped inside of a large foyer. Dan closed the all-glass storm door but left the main door open.

'Strip, now," he said gruffly.

I obeyed, taking off my clothes as Dan walked to a nearby desk and opened a drawer. He took a cardboard box off the top of the desk and grabbed a roll of pink duct tape from inside the opened drawer.

As I pulled off my last stitch of clothes, Dan told me to put my clothes in the box. I did, and he fished my truck keys out of my pants before closing up the box and sealing it with a few strips of duct tape.

He then walked out of the house! I stood there, naked and confused as he walked to my truck, opened the door, and placed the box with my clothes (and wallet, i realized!) in my truck and closed the door. I heard the honk as he locked my truck with my keys and walked back inside.

"Your choice, boy. You can leave. Here are your keys, go get your clothes and get dressed, outside, and leave," he stated. "Or submit and get my cock."

A moment of panic, and a glance at the bulge in his pants, and I told him I submitted. Yes, if you are wondering, I called him Sir again.

He grabbed my left arm and walked me over to the desk. He pushed on my back and bent me over. I heard the duct tape being pulled off the roll, then meekly let him wrap duct tape around my wrists, pinning my arms behind my back.

He finished wrapping my wrists in several layers of tape, then casually kicked my ankles apart to make me spread my legs.

What he did next is hard to describe. He pulled my right ass cheek to the side as he got more duct tape free from the roll. I felt him place the end of the tape on my ass cheek next to my hole and use the tape to pull my cheek to the side. He wrapped the tape around my hip and ended the strip of tape just above and past my cock.

"I told you to shave, boy. That's going to hurt when it comes off."

He added at least two more strips of tape to my right ass cheek before doing the same to my left. When he finished, my ass was spread open exposing my hole.

He had me stand up straight, then took another strip of tape and taped my cock to the tape covering my mound above my cock.

"That's for not shaving, small cock," he said as he led me by the arm back in front of the storm door.

"Kneel and suck my cock," he ordered. So, I knelt in front of him. Without the use of my hands, I tried to pull down his shirts with my mouth. I couldn't get them.

He helped me and pulled his shorts down, revealing his huge cock, and aimed it at my mouth.

I sucked. And bobbed my head. The smell was intoxicating, but so was the realization that anyone on the street would be able to see me giving head.

Just like a few days prior, I was not good at giving Dan a blowjob. This time, he also wasn't giving me any signs or sounds of enjoyment. I tried harder, taking him as deep as I could before feeling the need to gag and pull back.

He put his hands on my head, one on each side, palming my head like a basketball with his large hands. He held my head in place as I gagged. He pushed.

His cock slid past the back of my throat painfully, and I felt him at the entrance to my throat. I gagged, but my spittle and mucus had nowhere to escape, except out my nose. I panicked and tried to pull away, while coughing on his cock. He held me tight for a moment that seemed to last minutes.

I finally heard the satisfied grunt from him that I had hoped for as he released my head, and I fell into a heap on the marble tiled floor.

"Not good enough, bitch," he said as he pulled me up by my upper arm and led me past the family room and down a hallway. He pushed me into a spare bedroom and walked me towards the edge of the bed.

He turned me to face him, then pushed my down onto the bed. My arms, taped behind my back, felt wrenched as my weight came down on them, and my back hurt from having my arms under it.

If Dan knew it hurt, he didn't care. He grabbed my legs in each hand and put one over each shoulder. He put the tip of his cock against my hole, spread lewdly in front of him by the tape he had applied. He pushed in, saying "I hope you put enough spit on me."

When he fucked me two days prior, he paused every inch or so to let my ass adjust before backing off slightly and pushing a bit more in. Today, he gave my fag cunt no such courtesy.

He didn't ram into me, but instead gave a steady pressure and slid all the way into me in one slow advance.

I shuddered when he first penetrated me. My body jerked as he went in a bit farther. And as his large purple head ran over my prostate, I came. Cum dribbled out of my cock head onto the duct tape that was there. And still Dan pushed farther.

Soon, my entire world was focused on the friction in my ass. Dan impaled me on the full length of his cock, then began a slow steady retreat until I felt empty except for his mushroom cockhead inside my hole.

Forward again, but faster. Until buried to the hilt. Then out, just a bit faster. I felt more cum dribble from my cock.

He repeated long-dicking me, picking up the pace, until he was see-sawing in and out.

"I'm going to breed you," he said through gritted teeth matter-of-factly. And he moved his forearms behind my legs, which were still up on his shoulders like the slut I was. He leaned forward and pushed my legs down, bending me in half and grabbing onto my nipples with his hands.

"Oh fuck, yes, breed me Sir, please!" I said as he twisted my nipples and fucked me hard.

He grunted, thrust in as deep as he could, and spewed his hot cum up my ass. When I felt it inside me, I came, too. A part of my brain registered that I had once again come with a cock up my ass and no stimulation on my own dick.

He stayed inside of me, thrusting slightly as he deposited more spurts inside of me. I slowly noticed the pain in my arms and back, and the pain from the tape pulling on my cock.

Just like at the hotel, Dan pulled out of me and stepped away. This time he grabbed my arm and pivoted my head to the edge of the bed until it was hanging slightly over.

He walked up to my face, his huge cock swaying as he moved, his cum and whatever fluids had come from my ass glistening the skin.

'Now, you learn to deepthroat, boy," Dan smirked as he angled his cock into my mouth.

I retched a bit. I had never fantasized about going ass to mouth, but here I was with a cock that had just been up my ass moving past my lips.

I choked. I gagged. I coughed and cried. But Dan kept pushing at the entrance to my throat.

The way we think sometimes is bizarre, isn't it? At that moment, with Dan's slimy mushroom cockhead knocking at my throat, I remembered reading a not safe for work reddit that claimed that dentists know if you have been sucking cock by the pattern of bruising at the back of your throat. I thought of that and thanked whatever powers that be that I didn't have a dentist appointment any time soon.

I would like to tell you that I successfully took Dan into my throat, heaven knows I wanted to please this man. But the truth is I don't know. Maybe I blacked out. Maybe my brain refused to register what happened. When I "came to" sometime later, I was on my stomach and Dan's weight was pushing me into the bed.

He was fucking my ass again. The tape pulling my ass cheeks wide open was pulling at my skin with each thrust, and the tape on my cock was pulling painfully as it was pushed into the bed. Dan's large member was meeting no resistance as he fucked me at high speed, making squelching sounds each time.

I noticed I was moaning and humping back as much as I could.

Dan pushed his chest off my back with his arms, then placed one hand on my back and another on my head, pushing both farther into the mattress. He came with grunts. Again, I felt his seed deep inside me. He was breeding me again, and I moaned with pleasure as his toy.

Without a word, Dan pulled out and stood up. I stayed on my stomach, partially because I had not been given permission to move, but also because I was humping the mattress gently.

"You're a good ass fuck, boy," said Dan, "but you give horrible blowjobs." His words hurt, because I wanted to give him good, no... great, blowjobs. I apologized to him. I told him I would do better.

'Yes, you will bitch," he replied. And I felt a hand at my ass, and then a quick pain as he pulled off one of the strips of tape. I yelped. He chuckled and pulled off the rest before rolling me onto my back. He grabbed the tape and pulled again, and i cried a bit as the tape strips pulled at my pubic hair.

"I told you to shave yourself bald, boy," was Dan's only reaction to my discomfort. With the tape that had spread my cheeks removed, he grabbed the piece on my cock and pulled it off in one quick tug. "Poor tiny thing," he mocked after I cried out.

He sat me up and moved behind me. I felt him working on the tape around my wrists. Soon, I gingerly brought my arms in front of me - my shoulders protested the movement - and tried to rub my wrists.

"Take a shower and put on the clothes I will lay out for you," I was instructed, "You have 30 minutes."

"Yes, Sir," I said as I stood up, wobbling. As I did so, spunk came out of my ass onto the bed. I almost died of embarrassment, but I had no control over my loose sphincter.

'You disgusting pig!" said Dan. I tried to mumble something - an apology, an explanation, something - but Dan just pointed to the bathroom and ordered me to go clean up, calling me a filthy swine.

I got in the shower and started to clean up. I grabbed the only bottle of soap in there and noticed its heavily perfumed smell. It was women's branded soap. In my mind it made sense for me to not get a more masculine-smelling soap. I used it on my body liberally.

I came out and toweled off. Dan had removed the stained sheet from the bed and had put out a few items of clothing. I stopped as I saw them. A pink pair of women's underwear, not lacy but not the old comfortable granny panties my ex always wore either. Shorts, also women's style and also pink, with "Juicy" in big letters on the back. A yellow shirt with thin straps. And pink flip-flops. Dan was dressing me to stand out in a crowd.

I put them on.

Dan came in my room, smirking at his ludicrously dressed pig. We walked out of his house and it felt like everyone in the world was looking at me. Dan opened the passenger door to his truck, guiding me in.

He got in the driver's seat and told me to put my head in his lap. He was obviously training me, getting me used to the position of giving road head.

It was a short drive. At the farm, he stopped and rolled down his window, I heard a voice say "Hey Dan!" and a little laugh apparently as he saw me with my face in Dan's lap. "Just park over there."

Another short drive and Dan parked. He got out and opened my door. The farm was huge, with stereotypical barns around a large central area. One barn was obviously a shop for visitors. There appeared to be areas fenced off for animals, and orchards of apple trees stretching around and behind the store.

A few food trucks were there, and several dozen people were moving about, talking and looking. Here and there were some people dressed in black leather BDSM gear. One lady was walking another lady around on a leash. I saw a few other men dressed similarly to myself, and found some comfort in that.

Dan walked me around a bit, his hand always gripping my arm, claiming me. After a few minutes, he walked me up to four men who were standing around talking and drinking. They greeted him by name and with fist bumps. Obviously, these guys were who Dan had been looking for.

"So this is your new boy," said one, who I learned was named Kevin. Dan introduced me, but not by name, saying "yeah, I turned him just two days ago." That brought a few exclamations from the four. "He's not much to look at," said another. "And not packing much," said a third as he palmed my front. They all laughed.

"Not at all," said Dan, "his ex called him 'small cock' for good reason!" A roar of laughter. "He's not good at sucking cock, but he takes it up the ass like a champ," he continued to a chorus of "Woah's!" and a "We can fix that."

They ignored me for the most part after that. They talked a bit, drank a bit, and laughed a lot. I was clearly not their equal.

They decided to walk one of the trails into the orchard. Dan told me to walk behind them, which I did. As we got farther from the main barns, you could hear sex sounds. In some areas of the orchard, you could see couples or small groups enjoying themselves. We walked farther, until we got to a fence, then we followed the fence.

"Far enough," said Dan as we stopped. He walked to me and pulled the front of my shirt up and over my head, then pulled my Juicy shorts down and off. He brought my panties down to my knees, hobbling my steps. Howls of laughter from his friends.

"Small cock, indeed!" said one.

They led me like this a little farther, towards a small outbuilding. We walked behind it.

Dan stood in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to the ground. I assumed he was going to show his friends his dominance. He leaned in, very close to my face.

"Learn," was all he said as he straightened up and stepped away.

I looked up and all four of his friends stood facing me, cocks in hand. Laughing.

I sucked them. All of them. They were all bigger than me, of course, but Kevin was the largest. He was longer than Dan by an inch or so, but thinner. Two of them were uncircumcised.

I sucked. I wore their cum. I swallowed their cum. My knees hurt, my jaw was screaming, but they kept fucking my face.

Kevin was last. He walked up to me, his long cock pointed up. He used his hand to collect the cum and sweat from my face, then he rubbed it on his cock.

He put the tip in my mouth, then grabbed my ears and pushed. The cum and sweat lubed his cock, and I either took him in or would have my ears ripped off, it seemed. He pushed past the back of my mouth, past the entrance to my throat, and into my neck. He was fucking my throat.

When he bottomed out, his friends cheered. Kevin told me to look him in the eyes, and I did as I struggled to breath between thrusts. The world seemed to spin, my vision grew dark and tears ran down my face. He fucked.

Kevin came down my throat. And pulled out, a long string of mucus rainbowing from my mouth to his meat. I collapsed on all fours, coughing and breathing heavily. Until Dan moved behind me and pulled up my ass. He entered me with one quick hard thrust, and I took all of him.

He fucked me. I just took it, spent and without energy. I was a ragdoll on the end of his huge manhood. I was his bitch and his toy.

And one of his friends, hard again, took my mouth. I was spit-roasted, out in public, on all fours in the dirt. I came, both from the fucking and from my depravity. And I deep throated the cock in my mouth. I had learned, as Dan told me to.

They finished in me, then we walked back to the main barn. I wore the shirt as Dan had left it, pulled behind my head. My panties had been pulled up, but the juicy shorts I carried in my hand. I was dirty and sweaty and had cum on me. I was Dan's pig.

He drove me to his place. He didn't invite me inside, he just handed me my keys and let me open my truck. The box with my clothes was there on the passenger seat.

"Tomorrow, be here at 9 am," Dan said as he closed my door and walked away.

My ass quivered and I knew I would be back tomorrow.