This story is about rough gay sex, forced sex (non-consentl), unconscious sex (drunk), and creampie. All the names are named up. All the characters are 18+.
There is a comment wanting to know about the kid from "Straight Boy in a Public Toilet", what would his life become now that he is a fully turned out straight bottom boy. I did have a plan for him and thought it might be a good idea to make that the next story to write.
Apology for grammar errors, English is not my first language.
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Hey everyone, I'm Patrick.
For those of you who don't know me, you can read about my first story at "Straight Boy in a Public Toilet". Yeah, I'm that doe-eyed straight boy who got turned and fucked in the ass.
I always think of myself as straight, until recently.
I was turned, really turned.
A stranger saw me jerking off in a public toilet and he offered me a free handjob, no one would have expected his real target would be my ass cherry. Since then, my life as a straight guy has been demolished to non-existence.
I am a 19 years old, first year student at a famous college, and a member of the wrestling team. With my good looks, brown hair, green eyes, fair skin, 5 feet 6 inches tall and 145 pounds of mass, I have many girls who fancy me. I don't know if it's good or bad luck that I am also popular with the gay. I often flirted with them back but usually it was all in good jokes, most of them treat me with respect and I do in return.
(Side Note: For those of you who want pictures to help visualize, I base Patrick from Patrick Brucki, an American wrestler for Princeton. Image from his college years.)
That is until I met Daddy Jack.
Daddy Jack (yes, he makes me call him daddy if I still want his cock) is a gay dom top with 8.5 inches of big black dick, an alpha man, and a hunter for straight guys to turn them into bottom sluts. I guess I am one of his conquests but I didn't care, the pleasure is just too good to ignore. And since I can't do drug, gay sex is the pure bliss I'm addicted to.
Daddy Jack has a lot of money, don't ask me how. And I am one of the straight guys on call for his needs. Sometimes he orders me to wear my wrestling uniform while he pounds my ass.
"Wow, you're so fit! So tight!" He said as he keep fucking my ass.
I could barely say anything beyond "Hnnnhhhghgh!"
"That's what I like. I like manly men, handsome men." Jack laughed.
"Handsome, sweet straight boy." That's what he said after he creampie my ass for the 3rd time. After that, he used my wrestling uniform to wipe his dick and force me to swallow it. He said his dick is a gift, it is my honor to take care of his weapon of ass destruction. I take pride in my oral skill since the first time we met, since a few months ago, the only cock that I ever touched was my own and now I'm a skilled cocksucker.
But there was a day I'll never forget.
The day he claimed another straight boy in front of me.
That day was the last day of my midterm exams. My friends and I went out to party and celebrate, but they were drinking more than I did. I was too lazy to drink, so I left early and went back to my place.
After I got back to shower, someone knocked on my door. I opened it to see if it was Daddy Jack.
"Hey baby girl, do you miss me?"
"Err? Daddy, what are you doing here?" I was confused. It was not my day, Daddy Jack has a rotation of straight boy slut he could pound whenever he wants for each day of the week. Today was supposed to be another slut's turn.
Not that I complain.
"Yeah, the pussy I planned to fuck today cancel. He got into a fight with his girlfriend when she found out he has been whoring himself to me. She notice his loose asshole and all"
"It's getting late, Daddy. Let's do it tomorrow?" I refused reluctantly since I haven't prep myself, there's no way I could handle daddy without a chance of ruining his mood.
"Are you really going to say no to me?" Daddy Jack started to sound moody.
"Okay, okay." I reluctantly let him in.
"Do you have a meeting with anyone tonight?" he asked.
"Yes, it's the end of our midterm exams. Sometimes my friends come to stay the night if they have too much to drink."
Daddy Jack walked over to watch TV on the bed. I followed and sat down next to him. Then my hand started to reach for his dick. "Daddy, I miss your big black dick so much."
He grabbed me by the back of the hair and pressed my face against his hard cock, my lips squished against his balls, giving it sloppy kisses. The length of his dick covers my face, I know I was done for. There's no resistance left in me.
His musky scent went right up my nose. The big black baddie shows itself underneath a piece of cloth. It's like I was mesmerized, I opened my lips and went down on him, each time enjoying another inch of him without any gag reflex.
Suddenly, we heard a knock from my door.
"Hey, is Patrick home?" It was my friend's voice.
I froze. I may have fully turned into a gay slut but I still want to keep my reputation as a straight guy on this campus intact.
"Shit," I whispered to daddy. "Can you wait here for a moment? I have to tell my friend off."
Daddy doesn't look please but he gave me a small nod of approval. The man who owns me sits on my bed with his legs spread open like he owns the place, patiently waiting for me to return and do my duty.
As fast as I could, I got out of the bedroom to open the door. What I saw was two of my classmates carrying a friend who was so drunk he couldn't stand.
That guy is Dylan, he is the captain of our wrestling team. With 184 pounds in weight class and 6"2' in height, he was never matched against me since we're in a different weight. His wrestler body has a strong quadriceps, hamstrings, and calves, with an incredible upper body, and even with better well-rounded glutes (which I started to notice after being turned). Dylan has short, light blond hair and a fair pink skin, a strong jawline with baby blue eyes make him a walking wet dream of many girls and gay guys.
(Side Note: For those of you who want pictures to help visualize, I base Dylan from Dylan Fishback, an American wrestler from Aurora, Ohio. Image from his college years.)
"What's wrong, Kevin?" I asked the guy who was knocking on the door.
"Shit! Dylan's so drunk he's black out. And I'm going to another party later. He lost his key and can't get into his room. I'll leave him with you for tonight." Kevin just wanted to place our team captain somewhere else so he could move on to another party.
"Hey, today is really not a good time. I'm like..."
"Bro, could you help me out? Please!!" That asshole didn't listen to anything. He and his friend helped the unconscious Dylan, dragging him into my room without heeding my complaint. They just pushed him onto my sofa, arranged his legs and feet to make him lie comfortably.
"Hey, I told you today is really not a good time."
"Shit! He's our friend. Are you going to let him sleep on the street?" Kevin cursed at me.
"I'm leaving. You can let him sleep anywhere. He's so drunk that even if you punch his gut, he won't feel a thing. Thanks." Then Kevin and his friends left the room without hesitation, leaving me standing there looking at Dylan who was unconscious on the sofa.
"Those fucking assholes," I could only curse myself.
My bedroom's door opened and then Daddy Jack walked out.
"What happened?" he asked.
"My friends. They left one of them here, he's black out and they don't want to carry him to the next party. They were going to go out and have fun. And look at him..."
"Hmmm, your "friend" is a looker." Daddy Jack looked at Dylan's face lying on his back on the sofa in his sexy party uniform, dazed. The guy must be thinking of scoring some pussy tonight. Too bad he went out like a fly.
Dylan wore a white T-shirt, showing off his bulges. He wears a black short which has been pulled up, revealing his smooth, white thighs. His leg muscles were very firm from all the wrestling practice.
"He's our wrestling team captain, daddy." I said.
Daddy's hand caressed Dylan's smooth, white cheeks. I had to admit that Dylan was a really handsome man. Gotta admit it, Dylan, you are the best. You're totally awesome on the mat, and other places.
My eyes drifted down the front of Dylan's tight shorts. The captain had a fabulous package. And, that ass. Oh yeah... you've got a hell of an ass, buddy.
Ladies and gays were really into him. "Look at him, so adorable."
Daddy Jack leaned in to sniff the neck of Dylan while he's snoring. "It smells so good, the sweat of a straight boy."
"What are you going to do, daddy?" I asked in a concerning voice.
"I just want to admire something good." he ran his hands along Dylan's strong chest, moving up and down slowly with the rhythm of his breathing before grabbing Dylan's shorts gently.
"Hey, that's my friend." I went to stop him.
"Baby girl, you do know in this relationship, I hold all the power?" Daddy Jack swept his eyes at me. "I can do whatever I want, to whoever I want, wherever I want. Your straight boy pussy belongs to me. And if you don't listen to me like a good little boy, I will starve you from all the good long dicking until you learn your place."
I was stunned. Just the thought of being deprived from the pleasure I've recently experienced is killing me.