Corey surveyed his body in Matt's bathroom mirror. He began at the top, with his tousled blonde hair. He played with it to correct, but found the only fitting style to be the first. His eyes fell to his face, blue eyes in a soft expression, pouty red lips he puckered when his gaze fell on them. Then he continued down, to his naked body, a smooth, pale, glistening physique, wet with a sheen of sweat worked up in the prior moments, stroking his red hardon. His hands spread out along his body, riding down, appreciating how smooth his skin was, how sexy his tummy looked, flat, hairless, exposed. He looked at his cock, then dripping precum from his tip. An idea crept into his mind as he watched the clear liquid ooze from the top. He swiped his index finger across it to pick it up, then rubbed the sticky liquid across his pouty red lips, giving them a brilliant shimmer with a salty taste.
But he felt something was missing. It was Christmas Day, after all, and he wanted his gift to Matt to be perfect. He looked down at his body, wondering what he could do. He turned around and examined his big, round ass, his most prized asset. He lifted his cheeks, then spread them, staring into the tight little hole between them. He watched it as he squeezed, tightening, then releasing, the small red dot shrinking and growing. He wiped a finger across his wet tongue and slithered it into the tight hole, watching it disappear into his ass in the mirror behind him. A moan escaped as he did so, feeling the heat of his body radiate into his finger, feeling the pleasure of being invaded, and enjoying how dirty it made him look. It was the last point that made him then remove the finger and return it to his tongue, grinning at himself as he lashed his tongue around the finger, tasting his boyhole and enjoying the flavor.
He was definitely in the mood. But still, he felt something was missing.
He peered around the bathroom and came upon a red marker on the counter. He wondered about it, considered the reason for it being there. As he did, a deliciously naughty thought crossed his mind.
He plucked the marker from the counter, pulled the top off, and placed the felt tip against his body, in the smooth expanse of his tummy between the base of his cock and his belly button. He dragged it along his flesh, watching carefully in the mirror to ensure he wrote correctly.
When he was done, he placed the cap back on the marker and returned the marker to the counter, stepping back and posing with his hip popped to the side. He looked across his belly and admired the red word he'd labeled himself: "CUMSLUT."
He bit his lower lip, took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door back into the living room.
His eyes first fell on the deep, beautiful browns of his lover Matt, but then they found another set he did not expect. Beside Matt on the couch, sat another large, burly man, grinning back at Corey's nude body.
"Corey," came Matt's deep, confident voice.
"Yes, daddy?" replied Corey, in his higher pitched, uncertain one.
"I want you to meet my friend, Roger." He signalled the man to his right, who was rubbing his hands together in his lap.
The man simply nodded in greeting.
"Hello, Roger," said Corey, still feeling uncertain about the situation.
"Don't be frightened," said Matt. "I know you're excited to give me my present, but I'd like to watch you enjoy mine first."
Corey watched as the burly man rubbed his crotch and smiled.
"Roger is going to fuck you," Matt added. "Hard. While I watch."
Corey felt panic as he watched the massive frame of the man as he stood, but even more he felt the heat in his body flood into his cock and ass, squeezing itself in preparation. As Roger approached him, Corey felt increasingly smaller, and exposed.
"Roger is a friend of mine from earlier in my life," Matt continued. "It was a time of experimentation, a time of rougher delights. When I met you, when I turned you into my little fucktoy, I realized how much I missed that time in my life. When you told me you loved me, I felt something, too. But I can't give that to you without knowing you're ready to join me on the darker side of sexuality, my naughty boy."
"Yes, daddy," Corey replied, still feeling the fear, but ready to transcend it for what he wanted this Christmas. And he wanted Matt more than anything.
"Shall we begin?" Matt asked.
Corey nodded obediently, and as soon as he did, he felt the hard strike of Roger's massive hand across his right buttock. The pain was searing, and his cock spasmed, enjoying it. Then Roger's hand wrapped around Corey's throat and forced him against the back wall, choking him. He held the boy at arm's length and stared down at his sweaty body, quivering.
"Cumslut," Roger's masculine voice read aloud. "Is that so?"
Corey wrapped his hands around Roger's wrapped around his throat.
"Answer him when he asks you a question, slut," Matt commanded from behind Roger.
As best he could without breathing, Corey replied, "Yes, sir."
He felt Roger's thick fingers caress his stomach, running themselves over the letters he had written. He felt a quiver race over his belly.
"Where's the marker you used?" Roger demanded.
