So You Thin You're a Top?

"Take that cock, Phil," growled Mick who's 9-inch dick was sliding in and out of my hole. The four previous loads I'd taken were leaking out around the girth of this guy's monster cock. Even though Mick was a fellow contestant in a competition to see which guy could remain a total top after being subjected to activities designed to convert us to completely submissive bottoms, his dick was the biggest I'd taken all night.

He'd won the right to fuck me after he won the first-round competition. A game where our newly assigned dominant tops took turn fucking us caged contestants while we each tried to hold off from cumming. Mick was the only one, top or bottom, to not cum during the first round. In addition to winning the first challenge, he also won the right to take off his cock cage and plant one last load as a top into one of his competitors, and as I was the runner-up, he selected me.

There I was on my back in one of the sex slings on stage getting cheered on by a crowd that included my long-time partner, Garret, as Mick used that thick dick to fill me with his last attempt at topping while remaining in the contest. And I was grateful for all the dick and lube and cum that I'd taken prior because even though I had thought I was stretched before, nothing could have prepared me for this guy's girth, let alone length. I felt him going deep past my second hole and each time he did my eyes opened wide and I gasped.

Even though I'd just had my own huge load fucked out of me, my dick was back at attention, straining under my cage. A new pool of precum forming on my lower stomach. Each thrust pulsing another dribble out of the head of my cock. I was moaning like crazy, and though it felt amazing, I think I was starting to reach my limit given that it had been years since I last bottomed before the events of this evening. Luckily for me, I didn't have long to wait. Mick must have worked up quite a load getting his own hole worked over by the dominant tops that were also the panel of judges. He pushed his hips into my cheeks, and I felt his cock go deeper than it had before as I squirmed and whimpered and felt like the wind was knocked from me, I felt his hard cock throb as he shot several more pumps of hot jizz into my hole. He collapsed on top of me a bit for a minute and we just lay there in a sweaty, jizzy haze as we caught our breath and he slowly slid out of me.

"Give it up to our winner and runner-up from tonight's challenge! Congratulations, Mick. And amazing job, Phil!" Vinny announced on the PA as we finished. We got up and took a bit of a bow (though my legs were like jelly) and snuck off backstage. My ass leaking a small trail of cum and lube.

Backstage all the guys who were competing with me looked wiped. We chatted for a bit, with noticeably less energy than we had started the night out with. Everyone agreed it was a good time, but that we were all exhausted. After a few jokes at my expense for getting the most loads in my hole, and just barely losing to Mick, we all cleaned up and I went out front to find Garret. He'd snuck off to the bathroom with a guy he had been sucking off during the show to take his own load. So, I waited up front and nursed on a drink from the bar. The bartender told me I was comped all night, and said he enjoyed the show too.

I didn't mind waiting for Garret to finish up, and even better, it gave Vinny an opportunity to find me. He came up and sat at the bar next to me, put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in tight.

"You did so well tonight, slut," he said with a wink.

I blushed, and replied, "Thank you, Vinny."

"I'm guessing you are going to head home with Garret soon. I hope you get some rest because the weekend is not over." He said this so nonchalantly. Truth be told I was still under his spell and quite cock drunk but a little wary given how much tonight took out of me. I think he saw it in my face. "Don't worry. What I have in store is far more lowkey, but no less important. I'll be your dom for the competition, remember? So, I'm going need to get together with you and establish our ground rules of engagement. Do you think Garret will mind if I come over tomorrow in the afternoon?"

I felt my tension ease a bit at him telling me this would be more lowkey. "Uhm... no I don't think so..."

"Good! Tell him to give you my number when he gets back from wherever he ran off to, and text me when he does. Just text me that it's you, Phil. And we'll take it from there. I'll have some instructions for you for when I come over tomorrow. Full compliance will get you some points for the contest," and then he leaned in really close to whisper as quietly as possible directly into my ear. "And it will earn you some additional affection from me."

Just when I thought my cock was done being hard for the night, he went and said that in that sexy voice of his. Suddenly my cock was again straining against the cage. A feeling I was starting to realize would take some getting used to. "Y-yes, Vinny..."

"Oh, and that's another thing. Call me sir. And I'll call you slut. That's how I like it. Okay?"

"Y-yes, Vin- I mean Yes, sir." Vinny smiled widely at my reply, reached over pinched a nipple playfully.

"Good slut. See you tomorrow." And with that he walked off.

Garret found me about 20 minutes later. He could not stop gushing about how hot the whole thing was, and he kissed me very deeply when he found me. I could taste the cock and cum on his tongue. I told him what Vinny had instructed from me, and he quickly gave me Vinny's number and told me not to keep him waiting. I sent Vinny a quick message that it was me, and remembered to call him Sir when I did.

Good slut. I'll be over around 3pm tomorrow. Be cleaned up, naked, and on your knees in the living room. Garret can stay and watch if he likes. But if he does, he needs to be ready to feed you cock rather than touching mine. You are going to be my sub for this contest, and I don't mind him helping to train you, Vinny texted.

I replied saying, Yes, Sir. And after a couple more drinks Garret and I went home. Garret was extremely turned on by the idea of helping with my initial training.

"Are you good with that, babe? I find the idea hot but want to make sure this is all still good with you."

"Honestly, having you there would help. And I don't mind you getting in on the action. Just go easy on me if you do," I said back. The whole thing felt foreign, but I found my cock straining a bit against the cock cage again. I had a good time tonight, and a good start to the contest. Though, I was a bit worried about what else was in store for me.

That night was hard to sleep. Physically I felt fine. And I wasn't upset really. Just a bit anxious. Flashes of the night would pass in front of my eyes as I tried to sleep. It felt amazing, but it was also a huge change. I felt the cage around my cock and it was even weirder to think that I'd agreed to this. There were even a few moments of Garret, blissfully asleep, rubbing his ass against the cage. Well, he was obviously trying for my cock. Something he was used to rousing quite often in the night. The idea of not fucking him for three months felt ludicrous.

The next morning came and though I was sore in places, I was overall in good shape when I woke up. We had a lazy morning that honestly felt relaxed and as the day progressed, I felt myself getting more anxious again. Garret was super sweet, and we cuddled, and he asked me about how I was feeling. I mentioned that though it was exciting and fun, it was still hard for me to let go fully, and I was not sure about sustaining this for a full 3 months. He understood and reminded me that it would be okay at any point if I stopped. And for a little while during the day I thought I was going to do just that. I even typed up the message to Vinny, but I was going back and forth.

"You know you don't have to pull out of the contest immediately. You can always keep it going until you are sure you are done," Garret reassured me. And I realized he was right. I was flip flopping, and nervous, and unsure if I would be able to do it. But it occurred to me that if I couldn't do it in the moment, I could always stop. I deleted the message and decided to continue to try even with the nerves in my stomach. I got cleaned up, stripped down to nothing. All that was on me was the cage. At 3PM I was kneeling in the living room as ordered. Garret sat sipping some water, wearing a pair of shorts, a leather harness, and sneakers. When there was a knock at the door, he smiled at me and went to answer it. Leading Vinny back to the room.

Vinny himself was wearing basketball shorts and it looked like he was freeballing. I could easily see the outline of his cock. He was also wearing some tube socks and sneakers, and a black tank top, and a backwards ball cap. His shirt looked wet with sweat. As soon as he saw me, he smiled wide, and I felt that same feeling of warm fuzziness wash over me.

"Now that's a good slut. I just played a pickup game before coming over, so I hope you aren't averse to worshiping a sweaty guy," Vinny said as he circled me naked in my own living room with nothing but a cock cage straining against my now stiffening dick. He stared for a minute when I didn't reply.

"N-no sir! I don't mind at all..."

His smile fell and he looked a bit disappointed. "You don't mind...?"

"I mean... I mean I'd be glad to worship your body anyway way you'll let me. And to taste your sweat, sir!" I practically blurted it out. His smile returned but not fully.

"I'm glad you are so eager slut," he reached out and ruffled my hair a bit. He was now standing in front of me. I could smell the light musk of his shorts. And I could see the outline of his cock as it began to get harder. He kept his hand on my head, and I saw him roll his hips forward a bit getting his bulge closer to my face. I started to lean into his bulge more, but before I got close, he pulled his hips back and gently smacked me on the cheek. It didn't hurt at all. Just a light tap and was something I'd ticked off on my entry form to the contest as being okay. "Lesson one, slut. You have to ask permission before getting my dick. And even if you ask, you must wait for me to give it, understand?" As he said this he slid his hand that had been playing with my hair over the front of my face and down the side of my cheek. Pulling my gaze up to his face and away from his crotch by my chin.

"Y-yes, sir..."

"Good, and I should also say I like them eager. Don't go making me wait for you to ask..." His stare was imposing, and it felt like it was penetrating deep into my soul. That warm flush feeling once again passing over me.

"Yes, sir. May I please have a taste of your cock, sir?"

"Ooh 'May I?' You little class pet... I like that. Making sure you are asking properly..." he grinned wide as he had done when he walked in. "Yes, slut. You can have a taste, but you're going to have to taste it through my shorts since you didn't ask to release my cock from them. What do you say to that?" This felt like a bit of a test. My first instinct was that I screwed up by not asking to pull his dick out first, but then I took a beat.

"Thank you, sir!" And he patted my head and smiled in approval. That is what he wanted to hear. He grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved my face into his crotch. Now I got a real good whiff of the sweat and musk of his dick and balls. I opened my mouth to taste the salty taste of shorts that had soaked up sweat... and maybe a little precum? I couldn't be sure. We did this for a while with him rubbing his still covered crotch on my face. He pulled it back after a few minutes of this and held my head back with the hand he'd been directing my head with throughout this whole greeting. My mouth still open started licking the air in absence of his crotch.

"Tilt your head back and keep your mouth open," he said almost as a whisper. He never removed his hand from the back of my head. I did as he told me and watched him spit a huge wad of saliva into my mouth. "Swallow." And I did. I heard Garret in the corner of the room mutter "Fuck," under his breath in obvious approval. I'd nearly forgotten he was there with this introduction. "Damn you are such a good little slut, aren't you Phil?"

"Yes, sir. I'm glad to be your good little slut," I said back feeling like I was almost in a trance. "May I please pull your cock out, sir? And suck it, sir?" This incurred more smiles from Vinny and another light tap on my cheek.

"Yes, slut. You may." And he chuckled at that. I reached up with my hands and hooked my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. The head of his 7-inch cock caught on the waistband, and when it finally released it bounced up and hit my upper lip and nose. A string of precum connecting his dick to my face. I grabbed his dick and stroked the length of it to make the bead of precum a big drop on the head of his dick. I licked it up greedily, and Vinny moaned. I took that as encouragement and began to slowly lick from the base of his cock up to the head, swirled around the head with my tongue, and then back down to the base a couple of times. Finally on the third time swirling my tongue on his head and the small gasps and moans he made I opened my mouth wide and began to slide it into my mouth.

It tasted amazing with that slight twinge of salt and the warmth was unbelievable. I slowly slid my mouth up and down the shaft, taking more and more of it with each down-stroke. I'd sucked dick before. But something about the set up, and Vinny's commanding voice felt different. I felt truly dickmatized, and I caught myself closing my eyes as I began bobbing up and down to enhance the feelings of this dick sliding along my tongue.

"Look at me while you suck my cock," Vinny said in a growled whisper. I snapped out of the trance just enough to open my eyes and lift them to meet his. His stare was something else. And as I felt his dark pubes tickling my nose, I made sure to hold his gaze the entire time. He slowly started to slide it back out of my mouth until just the head was still in it. I was struck by just how under Vinny's spell I was. When he wasn't around, I was nervous and unable to let go as well, but with him it was like he just melted all my defenses with a single look. I nursed on the head of his cock while staring into his eyes. "Now I want you to take my cock into your throat and hold it for as long as you can. Can you do that, slut?" I nodded without removing the head of his dick from my mouth. "Good slut.

I slid my mouth down his shaft until his pubes were in my nose again, and I felt the hand on the back of my head slide down to my neck. Vinny applied light pressure, just enough to keep my instinct to pull back in check, but as my eyes teared up looking into his he released it slowly letting me pull off just enough to get air, but no more. Then he pushed in again this time holding it for longer. I sputtered and gagged on his cock but focused on breathing through my nose. This continued for a while with Vinny slowly increasing the pressure until he was holding my head in place with his balls resting on my chin and my eyes red and teary from coughing and sputtering. Each time I did my throat spasming around the head of his cock and releasing more spit and throat slime. Vinny turned towards Garret.

"Okay, your turn to help me train the slut. I need him to keep this up and keep his throat open. You can do that for me, right Garret?" I got a wave of second-hand warm fuzzies listening to Vinny tell Garret to come fuck my mouth. It would be far from the first time I've sucked Garret off, but he'd never fucked my face. In fact, I don't think until Vinny just opened my throat up that I've ever experienced this. Garret seemed to be in a similar trance as I had been, and I didn't even hear him respond. I did see his face come into my view as I was still looking directly up at Vinny, and he had his cock lodged in my throat while he was talking to Garret. Garret's eyes met mine and I could see that watching this whole exchange had gotten him into a lusty mood. He dropped his shorts, and suddenly Vinny was pulling his cock out of my mouth, and Garret stepped up to take his place.

Garret's cock was about 6 inches. He wasn't too big, but it never bothered him. I felt him slap my tongue with his dick a few times. I made sure to keep eye contact with him as he slid his cock into my mouth. Like Vinny he started working a rhythm of getting his entire cock in my mouth, and holding it there, then pulling out just enough for a breath and slowly sliding back in. Vinny wasted no time and I felt him behind me. I'd been on my knees, but I felt him grab my hips and position me into more being on all fours. Garret moving to make sure his cock never left my mouth as I was adjusted. Suddenly I felt the scruff on Vinny's face as it nestled its way between my cheeks. Shuddering when his tongue hit my hole.

For the next... however long. Could have been an hour or a minute. I wouldn't be able to accurately gage it. But here I was feeling Vinny's tongue make small circles on my hole. Gently pressing it apart. It was still tight, but the activities of the night helped keep it more accommodating. I felt it go deeper, and moaned hard around Garret's cock, which he took as encouragement to slide deeper into my throat. Vinny slid his tongue in and out so that when Garret's cock was mostly out, Vinny's tongue was as deep as it could be. Then they'd switch. A great rhythm, and my cock was beginning to leak precum with each spasm of my hole around Vinny's tongue and of my throat around Garret's dick.

Vinny pulled his tongue out and I felt him slide his middle finger into me. It popped in and I whimpered around Garret's cock again when he dd. In no time I was getting fucked by three of Vinny's fingers. His other hand slid over my hips, up my torso, and started pinching and flicking my nipple. Which of course kicked my sensation into overtime. Every time I felt I was getting used to the overwhelming feelings of pleasure Vinny was giving me, he upped the ante. And it occurred to me that he would probably always be one step ahead of me. And like he was sensing my thoughts, he slid his fingers out and I felt him position his hips behind me and the head of his cock started teasing my ass. Just as he'd done with his tongue, he ran the head of his cock around the ring of my hole. This time, he didn't press. Just kept rubbing it gently. I felt the skin of his chest laying on my back. He must have taken his shirt off. His breath tickled the back of my neck and Garret smiled down at me keeping up his pace with my mouth and throat. Garret rubbing my cheek and stroking it with a look of pride plastered over his face.

"So, slut, let's talk about the next challenge, okay?" Vinny whispered in my ear. Loud enough for Garret to hear as I'm sure he knew Garret would want to know the details. I managed to moan loudly an affirmative sounding moan. "Today is all about getting you ready to take multiple cocks, because the next challenge is all about overwhelming your total top instincts by providing you guys with a wave of dominance." As he spoke, he kept up his circles on my hole, and suddenly it felt as though my hole was pulling him in. The head of his cock sank in as though gently invited, and I felt him start to apply pressure. In no time at all he was balls deep inside me. Once he'd gotten me fully impaled, he looked up to Garret. "I'm gonna hold my cock inside his hole for a minute, and I want you to stuff his throat and hold it as well," he instructed Garret. Garret nodded and turned his eyes back to mine.

Garret pushed his hips forward again, and his cock was as deep as it could be. Unlike Vinny, Garret kept his pubes trimmed so they didn't fill my nostrils, but I felt their stubble rub on my nose a bit. Vinny Pulled off my back and straightened his posture getting his dick as deep as he could. They held me there, and I focused on keeping eye contact with Garret which was harder at this angle with his cock all the way in my mouth. My eyes were tearing up fiercely and I started coughing and sputtering a bit. Stuffed and filled at both ends and just made to hold that position. Vinny started muttering little encouragements to me under his breath before finally telling Garret he could let me breathe. I gasped a bit when Garret pulled out, but he never let his cock leave my mouth. Vinny took this opportunity to start sliding out of my ass.