Problem Solved

Your boyfriend asked me to text you. She wanted to let you know that she's no longer your girl. Now that she knows what it feels like to have a real cock inside of her she can't go back to your little dick. I have been boning her for the past month and she loves it. 

Sure I had to go slow, at first, because her pussy was so tight and virginal. It's almost like you never even fucked her. How small are you, dude? Doesn't really matter, but thanks for not opening her up. I loved the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my meat.

Now, of course, she is sized perfectly for my cock. She rides it several times a day. She is insatiable. I guess finally having great sex has made her want it more. She cums three or four times every time we fuck.

We were talking this morning, after she took care of my morning wood, and were thinking that something should be done to ensure you don't disappoint any more baby fembois. She considers it a crime that you convinced her that what the two of you did was sex. It wasted two years of her life. She wants to save other women from your feeble attempts to "pleasure" them. 

We discussed it and decided that any guy as bad as you are a fucking baby fembois, should be prevented from ever doing it again. We discussed putting you in a chastity cage but were worried you might eventually get it off.  Plus you are already so feebly endowed that bois might not even notice you're in a cage when you try to disappoint them. 

We wanted a more permanent solution so we decided you should lose your desire to try to fuck fembois. A "male" like you, should become a fuckee instead of being a fucker. If you are busy taking cock and serving men, you won't have time to bother the fembois.

Any moment now you should be hearing a knock on your front door. That will be my friends. They are there to turn you out. Before the day is over you know how good it feels to have a big cock sliding in and out of your pussy. I'm betting that, just like your femboi, you will love it. 

You're going to want it every day. 

Problem solved. 

That Summer Before College

Every day we wake up early and I bring my boyfriend down to the beach so he can serve any horny surfers. I considered it a public service. 

After a couple of hours of taking surfer cock, we move down the beach and I bend her over a rock under the pier, where homeless men congregate. Another public service. She usually serves a couple dozen men before we have to leave. 

From there we make our way to a cheap motel a couple blocks from the beach. Here is where she starts earning his keep. She has ads on various hookup sites. Her ass is available for rent to any guy with ten bucks. Her pussy is all stretched out and jizz lubed up by this point, so the men renting her can feel free to go bareback. The first six guy's payments take care of the rent on the room, the rest of the afternoon her earnings are pure profit, for me.

This may seem like a lot of cock for one baby girl to take, but she knows better than to complain.

I started out by fucking her, myself, several times a day, It soon became obvious, however, that this was not having the desired effect. She took my cock, but still thought of herself as a man. I had to take away the illusion that she was a man any longer. I decided to start whoring her out to strangers. For the first month it went well. She was pulling in large amounts of cash, after all, she's good-looking.  I was charging 200 dollars a fuck. 

I could tell that she loved being fucked by strangers. She liked the fact that she was able to pull in top dollar. Her ego was stroked by knowing that she was the hottest piece of pussy in town. She knew the men renting her got off. She still thought of this as a short-term thing. She assumed that once we went off to our separate colleges, in different states, she could put all of this behind her and return to a life as a man. 

She needed to see herself as just a cunt to be fucked. That's when I started reducing her rates and offering her pussy up for free. She held out for a while but she finally broke during his first surfer gang bang. The fact that these men, who had nothing, were still superior to her, destroyed her illusions of manhood. As she lay there, bent over taking cock after cock, she finally realized that he was just a pussy for men to empty their balls into.

Pete and I: That Summer

 We had grown up with each other and our families always took summer vacations together.  We would rent a house on a secluded island and spend the week. 

Pete and I would go off on our own (as who wanted to spend vacation with your boring parents).  Over the past year things had sliwly changed.  We were both growing older and sex was starting to take over all of our thoughts.  We would both got boners at the slightest bit of stimulation, a stiff wind or mention of the word “sex”.  Alone on the island, I knew I would never make it thru the week without being able to get off.  Pete and I could jerk off out here, where no one was around, but my horny, twisted mind was looking for something more.  

With just the two of us on the beach I decided it was time to exert my dominance over my best friend.  We started goofing around and wrestling.  In just our swimsuits, I could tell Pete had gotten a semi hard on from the feeling of our bodies rubbing against each other.  I was also semi hard, and this is the moment, I decided to change the nature of our friendship to a sexual one.  I sat on his back and started spanking his ass with one of his flip flops.  The sound of the loud smack, coupled with his whimpering made me harder than I had ever been before.  I told him that I would stop beating his ass, if he would kiss the tip of my cock.  He resisted, but after a few more minutes of ass smacks, he gave in and said he would kiss my meat if only I would stop spanking him.

He rolled over beneath me and I pulled down the front of my shorts. I slide up his body, until my exposed crotch was directly over his chin.  Pushing my rock hard down to his lips, I told him to kiss it.  He looked up a me with pleading eyes, he begged me not to make him do this. His reluctance only made me hornier. My hands on the back of his head, I pulled upward until his mouth was only a quarter inch from my cock’s big mushroom head.  Staring down into my best friends eyes, I told him sternly to pucker up and kiss it. The feeling of power was amazing.  I couldn’t stop with just a kiss and soon I was forcing the head of my cock past his lips and into his mouth. His mouth was warm and wet. It was the best feeling I could imagine. Soon I was pumping in and out of Pete’s face.  After a few minutes Pete was tasting my cum. Load after load squirting into his mouth.  I told him to swallow.

Breathing heavy, I rolled off of Pete and stood, towering over him. He just looked up a me stunned that I could do this to him.  The hurt look on his face, got me hard again instantly. I pulled him up to his knees and shoved my cock back into his mouth. It was only a matter of time before he was swallowing another load of my jizz. 

By the end of our vacation Pete had swallowed countless loads and had his cherry popped.  His tight virgin ass felt even better than his mouth.  Pete was shown that he was a cum dump for men like myself and I learned that I enjoyed dominating bois for sexual pleasure.  Our friendship was better than ever, but his servitude was only beginning.  I forced him to suck my cock and bend over every day for the rest of our high school careers. By senior year, I was starting to pimp him out to other guys at the school.

You Got A Message

Carlos woke up to the sound of a "ding" coming from the phone on his nightstand, notifying him that he'd just received a text message. Groggily, he rolled over and lifted up the device, seeing that it was a text from an unknown number. 

Wiping the sleep from his eyes and stretching, he didn't think much of what was showing on his screen. He was quite the ladies' man, after all, always freely giving out his number to any member of the opposite sex who caught his eye. Getting a text from a number he didn't recognize was nothing out of the ordinary. He vaguely recalled chatting up both a redhead whose tits had been trying to burst out of her little black dress and smoking hot blonde with a tight little body before he'd blacked out last night, so this could easily be from either of them.

Still, when his eyes drifted over to the thumbnail accompanying the notification (showing him that the text was only a photo), he started to think this might not be from a new conquest, but from some slut he'd already had before. From what he could make out in the tiny picture on his lock screen, it looked like some total whore with her legs spread wide open -- not something that would be out of the ordinary for fuck-boy like Carlos to receive from a horny piece of ass who wanted his attention again.

Everything was playing out in ways it always had until the instant Carlos put his thumb on his phone to unlock it and the text itself came into full view. No words were on the screen -- but the image he saw there said a thousand of them.

Carlos was aghast at what he saw. There was a picture of him -- in crystal-clear detail -- completely bare-ass, lying on his back and holding his legs wide open like the sluttiest himbo whore he'd ever seen, with his normally-impressive cock pathetically locked away in a chastity cage and a forearm-thick dildo plunging into his cock-hungry manhole.

"What... the... FUCK?!" Carlos choked out slowly as his eyes ran over the photo on his phone screen, trying to figure out how someone could have so convincingly photoshopped his face onto the body of someone in a position he would never in a million years ever conceivably find himself in.

But thing only got more inexplicable the more he studied the image on his phone screen.

The rug that cock-hungry slut was spread out on like a bitch in heat was... his rug.

This photo featured someone with his face and his body in he now realized was unmistakably his own living room.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS???" Carlos texted back, seething as he typed.

This had to be a prank, right? One of his buddies using some new AI image generator to fuck with his head... Right?

A message came back almost immediately. It was another photo, albeit this time one with words accompanying it.

"The man who's got the key to your cage 😈," the text said. Above it, there was a photo of a slender male hand holding a tiny silver key between its thumb and forefinger.

This had not been the kind of response Carlos had been expecting. He knitted his brow in confusion, trying to figure out what this fucker was getting at.

"Key to my...?" Carlos began slowly before a worrying thought popped into his head.

Alarmed at the implication of what the unknown number had just sent to him, he bolted upright in bed and threw the covers off his lower half. To Carlos's utter horror, his eyes did not land on the much-prized manhood he'd expected to see flopping between his legs, but instead on the very cage he'd seen in the first photo crushing his cock into a sad-looking nub.

Holy shit.

Holy FUCKING shit.

The photo was... real. That was really him. Carlos had apparently locked his cock, spread his legs, and eagerly taken a giant dildo up his man-cunt in front of a stranger in his own living room last night.

"WHAT THE FUCK???" Carlos texted back, refusing to believe he'd been an active participant in this. There must be some explanation!

"Something I can do again today, if you want 😜," the mystery man replied, adding a photo of a dozen dildos as big as or bigger than the one in the first picture Carlos had received.

As he read the message on his screen and looked over the attached photo, Carlos felt an unfamiliar sensation: his asshole twitched.

While Carlos's had no memory of last night, it seemed that his body remembered something -- and was eager to try it again. He hesitated, feeling the sensation again as his eyes scanned the cage that rendered his manhood into a useless nub.

This guy had the key, right? Maybe... Maybe he should invite him over.

Just to get the key, of course. Whatever this guy thought was going to happen, Carlos would make sure it didn't. He'd demand the key and kick this guy to the curb as soon as his cock was free.

"What time?" Carlos wrote back, surprised at another feeling building in him: anticipation.

Carlos told himself that he was just playing along... 

Just getting the guy here to get the key to his cage...

Just inviting him over to see who he was...

Just checking out how big those dildos really were...

Just recreating that photo once to find out what it was really like..

No Doubt

Jeff loved Uncle Rick, no doubt in that at all. It was far too easy to love Uncle Rick. He was just too much not to love and in such a deep way. Eight inches was a lot to love, and god did Jeff love it.

Rick kept finding ways to be alone with the boy, especially after he cunted Jeff. Every time the rest of the family went out and they stayed behind, Uncle Rick always got out of his clothes and sat on the couch playing with that monster cock of his, looking at his nephew, teasing him. "You know you really want to bounce on this again, princess."

Jeff knew that much was true. There was no need to deny that he wanted to bounce on Uncle Rick's dick all the time. It just felt too good not to. And why deny the blanket truth anyway? It didn't do either of them any good for Jeff to deny anything... The only thing it did get Jeff was an over the knee bare ass spanking. Granted ninety-eight percent of the time Jeff loved an over the knee bare ass spanking.

Jeff really loves his uncle. So, Jeff scoots over on the couch every time his Uncle Rick is naked, close enough for his uncle to grab hold of his head and force him down on his dick. He loves all the stuff Rick talks about, laughing while he throat fucks his nephew. By the time he mounts Uncle Rick, riding his big dick like crazy, Jeff understands that loving that son of a bitch just makes giving up power to him so much better.

Hot For The Trainer

Trevor wasn’t sure that this was what he wanted.  Oh, he was sexually aroused being around Keith, his trainer.  He had been secretly turned on by him for years but it was hard to admit that. There was something about the MAN'S raw masculinity that somehow made the boi go all quivery and almost breathless whenever he was around the MAN. But being fucked like a bitch, letting a guy stick his hard cock up Trevor’s new pussy and plow him like he was some cheap slut, that thought took some getting use to. Trevor was sure that only a stone-cold submissive would do something like that.  And, for all his undeniable excitement whenever he was around Keith, Trevor wasn’t sure whether that’s what he wanted to be.

But, Trevor soon found out, he didn’t have the final say in the matter.  As things turned out, Keith was hot to trot, too.  And as he quickly informed the boi, when a MAN was in the mood to fuck some boi, the boi just did what he was told. Which in Trevor’s case meant he just had to lie naked down on the bed, spread his legs as far apart as they would go, and let the MAN have his fun with Trevor’s pussy.  Since It was obvious that Keith was in no mood to debate the matter, Trevor simply did what he was ordered to do.

When Trevor felt his trainer’s aroused cock pressing hard against the boy’s tender pussy, he tried to relax like Keith told him to.  But Keith’s cock was so big…SO BIG.  Trevor didn’t think there was any way that he could fit that massive fuck-stick up his tight little pussy.  But this wasn’t the first boy-twat Keith had plundered and he kept up the pressure until, suddenly, with an awesome stab, he forced his cock up and in the boi.  

Trevor gasped at first but, amazingly, the worst of the pain was short-lived and was soon replaced by a sense of incredible fullness as Keith slowly fed the length of his cock  into Trevor’s pussy.  It still hurt, there was no denying that.  But it felt so right, so right that Trevor’s twat should be serving a Man’s throbbing boner, so right that the Man should be driving his dick back and forth inside Trevor’s body, turning Trevor’s boy-hole into a cunt, a pussy for MEN to use when they were horny, a fuck-pit for Men to spew their hot cum into when they were in rut – whenever they were in rut.  And as Keith continued to plow away inside the boi, Trevor realized that, despite his earlier misgivings, this was always how he’d been meant to be used.  This was his destined role in life.  

Trevor was exactly where he should be – naked, on a bed, his legs spread wide, his pussy stuffed with hard cock, pleasuring a MAN the way a boi always does – with his cunt.  And Trevor realized that there was no place else he ever wanted to be. Ever.

No Worries

 

You tell yourself not to worry about cheating on your boyfriend, sex is natural, it’s only natural that you get needy when he’s out of town. Hell, you get honey even when he is home. 

But it’s not just that, you love how dirty it feels to get fucked by an anonymous guy who you know nothing about. You love going to the baths to get bred by a stranger. 

You love how much bigger a lot of these men are than your boyfriend, so obscenely hung that you probably couldn’t date someone like him without permanently gaping your poor pussy and ruining yourself for men forever. When in reality you know that is exactly what you want to have happen.

You love how they use you without thinking about you, fucking your cunt and forgetting you exist above the waist. Your problem isn’t that you’re a serial cheater, it’s that you’re a  freak who gets off on cheating way too much.