Devotee Of Buggery

An unplanned sequel to

Introduction to Buggery

our young protagonist is a university exchange student who stumbles into a bar one day and soon learns the joy of being buggered by a larger than average cock. Once introduced, he becomes a devotee, bowing to Jeremy's cock at every opportunity. But he still has much to learn in the world of man sex.

I wondered what I looked like at that moment. The young flexibility on display. Legs spread and back almost to my shoulders. Exposing my hairless crease fully to the impressive cock that plunged in and out of me to touch my soul.

It was kind of apt, that full exposure laid bare for him. I had become a devotee to that beautiful cock. Enjoying it inside my backside, spitting its seed in there deeply or in my mouth as a treat. I had given myself totally to its owner, Jeremy. Owner of the bar and apartment where we rutted and my closest friend and lover.

Jeremy's mouth came off of mine. His tongue slipping from my lips where it had been penetrating just like his member.

"I love your cock in me" I panted heavily. "Fill me up baby... You fuck me so good... Uhhhh... "

I lost my fight to not cum and sprayed my warmth between our bodies. Mine hairless and smooth. His masculine and furred. The hair smeared my spend over my belly and chest as he took his pleasure.

"I love fucking you lad. Having you spend with your arse full of me like that. Such a fine fuck you are."

It was cozy like that. Feeling my hole opening and stretching as he slowly pumped in and out. Fucking me through my orgasm.

"I wish I could see how we look. I feel like such a slut like this."

"I'll setup a video next time so we can watch. A perfect submissive you are. And it makes me want to collar you, mark you and breed this arse forever."

He emphasized his words by going deep and our full body contact made me moan and purr into his ear.

"Take me baby, collar me, mark me, whatever you want, I don't care. Just fuck me baby and breed my arse."

He did just that. I felt him pulse and give a moan as his copious fluids injected deep in me.

We cuddled after that. I raised a my leg and turned my back to him. Keeping him in me as I pressed my ass back against him. The blanket pulled up as his heat warmed me literally and figuratively.

"What did you mean collar and mark me?" It had been the heat of the moment and I could guess a little but didn't know. Although I had participated the past weeks, I didn't know the culture with men at all.

"It's something you'd wear lad. It could be leather or a chain and would show you belong to me. A mark would be the same except you could not take it off. We would have to decide where it would be and what it would be. Would you like that..."

"I want that... The collar... And show me the mark. Where it would be and what you want."

He clutched me tight then. His cock softer in my bottom but still very much there.

"I'd like that lad. I know some fellas that might design something special... Let me talk to them" and with that we slowly slipped asleep.

A week later he took me to a shop and the grizzled owner fitted my collar.

It was gold with fine interwoven links running to a crenelated circle that held I the two end. The radiating indentions on it catching light. It ran through a small badge. The English lion with Jeremy's initials on the back. It would have to be broken to be removed and that was the point. The owner looked on knowingly "Making me jealous mate with this young bit" he said in Jeremy's direction.

I could feel the weight against my chest and I liked it. Instead of going back to the pub we went down alleys and old streets to a small shop where the owner greeted him by name and looked me up and down.

"Think what I have will suit him well. Have a peek...?"

It was then I saw what his mark would be. The English lion was classic except for the tail an Jeremy's initials below the lion. The tail was longer and more exaggerated, pointed down artistically.

"So would you like to wear my mark lad? Not too large I think..."

"Where?"

"The proper place would be here... " He touched at the top of my arse crack and I realized where the tail would end up pointing.

"I want your mark... " I said realizing that I was committing and my eyes went down deferentially as I realized that all the submission was coming to fruition. And I was ok with that.

Not going to lie and say it didn't hurt or the aftercare was completely painless as it healed. I couldn't see it either except in a mirror until Jeremy took pictures.

The artist had fantastic control and the detail was sharp against my white skin. The tail disappearing normally but visible as I leaned forward and the cheeks naturally spread some. Naturally I needed a picture of that too and it was embellished by Jeremy's large cock beneath it fitting up into what I now referred to as his personal hole.

There was something freeing in it all really and I was even more enthusiastic. The freedom of submission and making oneself owned by giving completely. I found myself never going back to my lodgings but instead staying with him above the pub.

I got a bit complacent as well and a bit lazy I guess. A missed lecture as I hung around earned being thrown over his knee for a bare bottom spanking that left my arse red and tingling. I was to put my all into my studies or more would come I was informed.

In return I was kept. Living in his flat, sharing his bed and company and being seen to daily, sometimes more than once. And it never got old whether a quick blowjob or a lengthy fuck that had me dry coming from insertion alone. He loved that too. The effect he had on me and my frequent attempts to initiate. Rubbing my backside across his front or a hand grazing his package was all that was needed most of the time.

And my libido soared too. Something about being that desired and lusted over. My dress too got more comfortable with the role. When at the pub I'd wear less and less. Exposing the band of the jock or other skimpy underwear when I wore them. And Jeremy enjoyed buying me a variety of them and I'd do my parade around the pub showing them off to the catcalls of the regulars.

It became my habit too after a good afternoon fuck to go downstairs wearing just his shirt, plugged to prevent leaks to grab us both pints and a snack. It was a bit of a shock the first time one of the regulars fondled my bare bottom under the shirt as I walked by but Jeremy just laughed it off. "What did you expect walking through the tiger cage looking like a rabbit" was his reply. And I quickly got used to and even enjoyed the attention. Giving my arse an extra liquid wiggle when I knew they were watching to their groans.

"You're a tease boy" I heard more than once but didn't object when there was a quick feel. A couple of the bolder ones even tugged or tapped my plug once found and I'd have to correct that. "None of that unless you want a mess" was the usual.

Had a couple respond that they'd be fine with being second one in but I just wagged my finger at them and gave my bum an extra wiggle for good measure.

He followed through too with the promise of a recording and the raw animal power of it came through. You don't know what your come face looks like and I saw mine that showed just how much I lost control when having that big cock. My mouth was filthy too which surprised me no end because I simply wasn't aware of all the imprecations that were coming from my lips. Urging him to fuck me, fuck me harder and to breed my cunt. Yeah I went there. It was now a pleasure organ for the both of us and I loved when he used my cunt.

"Lad, you might want to stay at your place over the in a couple weeks... I've got some rugby mates coming in..."

"I've heard... It's the talk of the pub right now. Why don't you want me here...?" I was disappointed as all the talk was excitement.

"Well... We were a bit wild in our younger days... And... There's sort of an expectation of sharing... I'm not sure you're up for that..."

"Sharing... Like how...?"

"Sharing our boys... Turns into a bit of an orgy. That's why the regulars are so keen on it. I won't partake of course."

"Do you not want me there or do you not want to share or is it something else..."

I guess my uncertainty got to him.

"Lad... Sure I'd like you to meet my mates and I don't have a jealous bone in my body but are you ready for that? I mean you fend off the regulars enough they boys refer to you as my straight molly. It can get pretty intense and I can guarantee that lot will want to get your arse up..."

"I do a pretty good job of fending off the boys don't I. They grab some arse none really push it do they. Even when I'm showing off."

"This will be different. The regulars know you're mine. Wearing my collar and mark. These buggers are used to having there way and are pretty good at charming a boy to giving up his arse or mouth. And as mates we share too so I can't tell them no. My mates might be better than I am at persuading a young one to spread his arse. And they like nothing better than getting a young one pulling a twelve coach train."

Suddenly I felt some bravado at it all. I had fended off the pub patrons with no problem.

"I'm not worried. You're the only one that gets my arse and mouth."

"I think I'm going to be reminding you of this conversation when you can barely walk from several meters of cock. One request then... We get you on Prep to make sure there's no nasties picked up. The lads get tested often but get around a bit you know."

Jeremy's rugby mates were all big guys. They streamed into the pub loud and enmasse. I counted quickly and there was a dozen of them. The pints were poured and they tossed them back with speed.

The scene got wild fast. There was a room cleared and set aside in back just to keep the action out of the main pub area and I was warned to stay away from it as it was a bit of a free for all. A few of the rugby camp followers had come along and would go in there only to return almost dazed with enormous smiles as they wobbled to a seat.

The regulars joined in quickly and I got a sense then of what had been going on behind the scenes. You'd see guys leave together in the past but now they returned to the bar with the post-sex haze look I had not seen before.

You could tell the fucked and the fucker as well. The latter with a calm confidence of a just laid swordsman and the fucked with the blissed out yet mussed hair look indicating a well used mouth or dilated arse.

And it was interesting the juxtaposition of the who you'd have guessed was a top and bottom. The burly fellow that you'd assume was buggering arses left and right exposed as an experienced bottom and the slender, almost effeminate man who swaggered back in and apparently had a massive cock.

All this left me ramped up my needs to a level I didn't know existed. They all laughed after I surreptitiously pushed my bum back into Jeremy working behind the bar that nobody missed. "Better take that lad upstairs for a rogering before he heads to the room" was one of the catcalls. This lead to a frantic fuck braced against the couch after which Jeremy insisted I didn't want to go downstairs in my normal outfit of his shirt. Do that and he said I'd never leave that back room.

His mates as he predicted immediately put on the press to get my trousers down for them but I resisted good naturedly. You could see their fondness for him and as one explained, not making a play for me would almost be insulting.

I did well until that Sunday night. Although I had been seen to several times that day already, Jeremy was busy running the place. It might have been all the pheromones in the air. A nose attuned to that undercurrent smell of jism that was wafting. I stared at the door to the room. Knowing but wondering what was going on there. Catching a glimpse occasionally as the door opened to admit or discharge a participant.

"Curious about the room lad?" The questioner being one of the rugby boys, Jaime. Very large man on par with Jeremy. His thickly furred chest hair peaked up through the open collar.

"Uh no, I mean I know what's going on in there. It's obvious."

"But do you now? Know my mate has seen to you well but that's another thing entirely. Wouldn't hurt to look then would it. I've seen you looking. A quick peak and then you make your escape with innocence intact. Or maybe not..."

"I don't know... " my indecision fueled by a excitement I felt surging through my lower half.

"Come on lad, walk with me and just take a peek" his voice persuasive and I found myself following him.

It was the pheromones I'm sure combined with the visuals. The smell of cum that made my mouth salivate in readiness. The less desirable but pavlovian response to the smell of men mating. My hole puckered and twitched as the warm tingling began. I wanted it.

Then there was the visuals. A young twink who slightly resembled me being roughly fucked while his mouth stretched around another cock. Another kneeling and alternating between the two cock presented in his face. Their similarity to me making me imagine it was me in their place.

Apparently I telegraphed the state of my mind through my face.

"I think you need more than just a peek and are wearing too much my boy." I didn't resist as Jamie unbuttoned my shirt and pushed my pants down so I could step out of them after kicking off my shoes.

I heard a murmur in the room and a voice speaking loudly as the door opened and closed as I stood their naked except for the low rise socks and g-string I had chosen that morning. The latter was slipped down to disappear forever into someone's collection as I was edged closer to a padded table.

Jeremy's prophecy came to the front of mind as my legs pushed back in a Y gripped firmly by the ankles and second cock ever slid up my channel. I was soon distracted too as another prodded at my lips and I opened in surprise to have it ford into and fill my mouth. The natural inclination was to suck for me and I did.

They had done this before it was evident. The choreography of having one's body manipulated. Holes open for just a moment. Cocks everywhere. And the cum. It was everywhere. Many good for more than one go. My belly seeded, my arse creamed to a frothy mess with more splashes across the face, in my hair and across my back and front. Some of it was mine too. Body on edge from all the stimulation, I don't know how many times I came during it. In the end it was dry, just the muscle contractions to show for it.

In the end Jeremy stood me in the shower, lathered and cleaned me before stripping the bed and laying me on it. "I told you lad... "

"I know... Make love to me and take me back" I muttered and rolled on my side. The little spoon that was soon fitted with him behind me and slotted in.

He moved gently and I relaxed. The comfort of a familiar and comforting cock that slowly took back my virtue. I vaguely remember the twitch of his breeding although I didn't come myself. I was well fucked out myself. The stimulation of so much had made me spend more times than I could recall.

I woke the next morning sore but refreshed from a coma like sleep. Groggy in that way where you don't know where you are and what day it is. The first movement reminded me how used I had been.

"How are you lad? Here's a cuppa to help start the day." Jeremy had apparently been watching for me to stir and I sat up and drank in the liquid warmth.

"I'm okay... Feels like I was in a fight though... "

"You might as well have been. There were the dozen lads and a couple more that got in there. You seemed to be okay with it but should I have stopped things?"

I thought on it. I was an adult albeit a young one and had made my bed. Would I do that again, likely no but the experience would live on in my head forever I suspected.

"No, I guess I got that out my system."

"That's good then. Just a warning though before you see it. The lads got carried away when they saw my mark and embellished it with some markers."

I quickly found out what he was referring to as I move creakily to the bathroom and stare in the mirror. My ass now included all of their initials and I counted 15 pairs that adorned the cheeks in what turned out to be permanent marker. I'd be wearing this evidence until it wore off I guess.

My poor hole on the other hand was a nogo zone for several days and I resorted to giving Jeremy head instead a couple of times a day until we were ready to fuck again.

Back in the pub now people were looking at me a bit differently. Several of them had joined in the gangbang and were a bit forward until I told them it was a one-off but they were friendly about it. To a man they mentioned that if I ever wanted that again to just name a time and place. The room resumed it's role as overflow and storage but I found that entering it caused my heart to quicken, saliva flowing and hole twitching.

It changed me too. I would have characterized myself as gay for one man before that but now we had shattered the curtain of monogamy with who knows how many men. No longer the blushing coquette but an experienced bottom. I still only went with Jeremy but found myself idly wondering sometimes about what a guy was packing in his trousers.

Before that weekend I still had some lingering prudery despite the frequency of sex with Jeremy. It seemed as though meters of cock had pounded that right out of me. I'd bluntly ask to get my cunt fucked and blew him whenever the urge hit me or him. Sucking cock was just second nature and I think I was pretty good at it now.

Jeremy as always could read me. "You're not the shy little straight one anymore are you... Should I be arranging a weekend away with my mates again? I'm not 25 anymore and I'm afraid you want more activity than I can provide."

Well despite my newfound freedom that made me blush a bit with the idea.

"It's okay lad to let the juices be flowing at your age and I think I'm going to have a mate come in and we'll bugger you for a weekend and get that arse some satisfaction." I didn't say yes or no but deep down there was a little thrill at the idea. My acquiescence to the idea probably cemented by the fact I had him sit on a kitchen chair before straddling him and feeding that lovely cock into my arse. My spend smeared between our fronts as I rode him and worked my bum with his balls pressed firmly to my cheeks.

It was two weekends of waiting and Jeremy evilly cut me off for several days so my sap was running quite strong at that point. I'd have fucked the rugby team by that morning.

James was tall and well built but that seemed to be most of Jeremy's friends. He knew his purpose when he arrived that morning and I found myself standing nude in the apartment center after being stripped. "Fine bit of cunt" was the way he described me gripping one cheek and delivering a stinging slap as Jeremy looked on bemused.

"Lovely round apple bottom on this one. Ripe I'd say and ready for plucking." He sat down on the couch then and bade me to lay over his lap. Fingers immediately going into my crease anointed with grease.

"You're a pretty one and based on my mate's description quite the aficionado of a sodomy." His other hand roamed my bottom and back as I wiggled against the stroking fingers. "Yes, quite hungry for it it seems." He gave my right cheek a light slap.

"God I love the jiggle of a boy's firm young bottom. You've been up him regularly based on your mark... " his question directed to Jeremy as he stroked the area of my mark and traced the tail down the crease.

"Of course. The little bugger seems to need a cock daily now and that's why I've called you in. Only so many in me these days... "