How I learned to stop worrying and love my hole Tan's 4th letter
Tan gets caught being fucked by a dominant top, resulting in consequences he can't possibly have imagined.
Themes include cocksucking, light bondage and fucking. Average reading time: about 10 - 15 minutes.
Hi guys, Tan again. I know it's been a month but not much has changed since I last checked in. Well, it's not that things haven't changed, more that trying to keep up is taking way more time than I have.
Firstly, my life as a promising young accountant is definitely over. Now I can only describe myself as a professional cocksucker. Sucking dick is pretty much what I do all day, every day. Sheer repetition has meant my skill has seriously improved - my jaw stronger and my stamina leveling up - but the downside is that the tempo of cock has only increased. After all, in this factory, there's always dick waiting to be serviced.
Last time I wrote I used to do two an hour, reliably giving me a 15 minute break in-between each one. Now? I'm close to four every sixty and I hardly get to rest at all.
Still, Cutler says that if I can manage a quad then anything less would be a disappointment. All that dick means I can feel myself changing though, like I'm being conditioned to need penis. The potent smell of manhood, the nourishment service brings, the addictive taste of spunk.
It's a hunger I know he's fully taking advantage of. His morning woods are always extreme and I'm expected to take care of it each and every day. After all, it won't go down unless it gets drained.
It's this kind of constant use that means my gag reflex has pretty much been trained right out of me. Sure, I'm not quite down to the root of Cutler's 12" schlong but I'm getting close. To aid my progression some nights he goes to bed wearing a leather jock or shorts to make the wake-up experience even better. Nothing compares to freeing a dick that's spent hours basting in good quality leather. It's almost symbiotic. Overnight, the second skin holds in the heat and creates extra goodness. It relaxes the balls and makes them tumble low, desperate to unload their potent burden. The warmth lets the cock fill out, making it languid and sleepy - a tame beast of burden - but so fat and full of purpose. The sweat builds up and has nowhere to go, the richness of a man's primal scent combing with the raw, animal smell of leather.
All before a piss hard-on wakes my top up. That massive erection painfully constrained and seeking urgent attention.
Is it any wonder that mornings are my favourite part of the day? To completely devour his essence with my tongue, to hold his heavy baby-makers in my hands, to swallow as much of his dick as I possibly can, to use my newly-honed throat pussy muscles to milk as much of his precious dick-honey out as I can? I fucking love it.
Of course, my love of cum is not the only thing that's grown. Cutler has put me on a pretty intensive exercise regime. Says that if my hole is going to be as big as my cock then my body needs to look the part. With his help, I'm slowly upsizing my swimmer's build. No doubt all that extra protein from the spunk I'm consuming is helping me grow - yesterday I swallowed 27 loads. Yeah, I try not to let the factory workers spill anymore as its such a waste. After all, my name badge says MOUTHPUSSY' not FACIALQUEEN' or `CUMSPLASHBACK'.
All that hard work in the gym means my work overalls are now getting seriously tight. Cutler comments on it nearly every morning when I get dressed, just how big my butt is looking and what an inviting target it makes. However, I'm still padlocked. He keeps on saying I'm not ready to be fucked, even though I know the size of plugs I'm forced to wear each day are getting bigger and bigger. I know so because Cutler tells me so. Every night before bed we do something he calls gape training. All part of Rule 4.
(As a reminder, Rule 1 is to always follow Cutler's instructions without question. 2 is to never refuse a cock, 3 to be naked in his house at all times unless specifically given clothes to wear).
He pulls the day's plug out of my arse and I have to do my absolute best to keep my hole open. Then I have to tighten my muscles, pucker up and relax again. It takes a serious amount of concentration but Cutler says it will make me the best ride in town. When I'm perfectly dilated he says my gape is the size of a quarter. That's got to be good, right?
Once done, the plug goes back in and I get to cuddle up to my top in bed. Sleeping with Culter always makes me feel safe. Until the next day's cum-consumption cycle starts all over again...
So why am I writing to you now? Well, Cutler is pissed and now my body is properly suffering the consequences.
I've got `involved' with this Japanese-American guy, Akiro. He's a real piece of work, arrogant as fuck. Perhaps because he has the body and cock of a god? Literally, he has a weapons-grade penis. How do I know? Because each time he visits (which seems like a hell of a lot) he strips down and has me worship every inch of his golden muscles and mammoth prick.
His body is a classic V - a tight waist and fucking massive shoulders. Pecs you could bounce a quarter off, rippling abs and thighs that could easily crush an unsuspecting sub. His muscles are all down to hard labour and extreme gym time. It gives him a lot to brag about...
His perfect figure is completely smooth apart from an unkempt tangle of bush. The contrast between his virtually hairless, low-hanging sack and smooth torso makes his uncut dick only look bigger. And that's before we get to his gloriously purple helmet. To be honest, I find the way he swings his dick in front of me hypnotising, I can't take my eyes off it.
However, that's not his defining characteristic. It's how forceful he is, sadistic even. After I've passionately tongue-bathed his body, crack and sack he always makes sure to skull fuck me hard without any compassion or feeling. He never leaves before he's pumped at least two loads of semen down my throat as the man is insatiable, way more so than any of the other factory workhorses.
I told Culter I was worried about this guy's vibe but he told me to relax. Akiro is just one of those dominant guys I should expect to meet now and then. Men I'll have to learn how to handle if I want to get along and meet my goal. To have a hole accommodating enough to take my own beerc-an thick junk.
Of course, no-one but Culter knows my ambition or why I'm here, but it is an open secret how hung I am. The cut and fit of my overalls means my dick is impossible to miss. Packaged in tight, straining for release. I almost don't mind it but I do wonder whether it makes some of the guys needlessly cruel. Like they're taking extra pleasure in having a big-dicked bottom suck them off?
Maybe that's why things have only got worse this week? Akiro has long asked about the padlocks that prevent access to my ass and crotch, but recently he's been physically checking them out each visit. Was my hole available or not? That's why he bought a set of bolt cutters to make it happen.
Now, nobody is allowed to bring extra stuff into my room, it's a firm rule. There's even a guard assigned outside to stop this kind of business happening. Not that it worked - to get round it Akiro taped the cutters to his back (John McClane style, under his vest) - and walked right in. Devious fucker.
His was my last cock of the day and I was powerless to stop him. As soon as he walked in I could tell something was up, his energy all over the place. Manic. He unzipped to reveal his thumping great monster, a machine built for fucking, his foreskin already pulled back and ready to plough. He then reached around and grabbed the long-handled cutters. I could hear the tape ripping - that must have hurt, even on his smooth skin! - but his only reaction was to hold my eye and wink. At that moment I knew exactly what he wanted.
To fuck.
That apparently wasn't enough. Under his overalls and round his waist he'd also wrapped a giant length of hessian rope. And a wicked looking dagger strapped to his thigh. Don't think I won't use it he said.
What possible choice did I have?
I swear he must know some crazy manga bondage shit because I was soon trussed up like a bitch. He slammed my body face down on the desk and pulled my wrists back and my ankles high. In seconds he'd masterfully bound them together, hog-tied I believe is the professional term?
At this point I was still wearing my work-issue orange overalls. Nearly everyone in the factory wears them but none are quite as tight as mine. Nor with chunky silver zips that traverse the crotch, front to back. Zips locked by Culter - it was a routine we'd done every morning since my first shift. The padlocks clicking into place, closing off access, giving him control.
Control that Akiro broke with his bolt cutters. He clipped off the anal lock with a hefty grunt. `Fuck, I've been looking forward to this' he declared.
I can only imagine what I looked like. The hessian rope binding my limbs, my silver ass zip undone and my bubble butt brutally exposed for the first time. Unable to escape.
He pulled my arse cheeks apart and murmured sweet Jesus.
I knew exactly what he was seeing. The plug wedged in my ass. He grabbed it and started to unsheathe it. The stretch was seriously intense - the narrow taper on my plugs always makes removal or insertion really tough - but that wasn't what alarmed me. It was his commentary.
`Fuck! Your overalls say mouth only but I know you're being trained for more. A full-service factory whore... and I'm going to be the first to use it!'
With that I could feel his massive dick slapping against my ass cheeks. His cock hit my butt so hard that I had no doubt it splashed a trail of precum across my butt. It gave me no time to process what he'd just said. Full-service factory whore? How could I possibly have been this naive? I wasn't here to just suck dick, I was here to get fucked. Over and over again.
As he slowly pulled my plug out I tried to say no, that I wasn't anyway near ready. Of course, he had no idea my hole was almost cherry and I'd only been properly fucked once... but Akiro knew just how much I've worshipped his dick. It was clear to him just how much I wanted to be screwed. Even if my ass lips were clinging to the final inches of my plug as if I didn't want to give it up.
With that, he yanked it out and casually threw it aside. My training automatically kicked in and I totally relaxed my hole.
Damn, if I'd thought about it I would have puckered up to make myself less of a target.
`Christ, that is a fucking beautiful gape! Did Cutler teach you how to do this? I bet he's been tapping your arse every night of the week, keeping all the good stuff for himself!'
This was so far from the truth as to be a barefaced lie but I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't deny I was horny and eager to find out how much progress I'd made. My body was painfully hog-tied, my fat dick painfully hard, and yet this all felt totally wrong.
`God, I can't wait to sink my superior Asian cock into your boypussy. I'm going to fuck until you can't walk!'
Scared, I heard him searching the storage shelves behind me. A can being popped open and a thick dollop of industrial lubricant scooped and slathered onto his dick. The sound made me finally clench up, determined to stop his entry.
I flashed back to the first and only time I'd been fucked. By Marcus, the arrow-headed Hole Splitter in the dark room of the bar where Cutler and I first met. My super tight hole had been unable to resist his entry, his cock so pointed that he was able to force his way in. It had been painful - his jock stuffed in my mouth - but it had also been exhilarating.
This time was entirely different. Akiro's giant weapon was more like having blunt force applied to my ass. The grease was too slippery to resist, the power behind his helmet too big to resist. He confidently pressed forward, ignoring my body struggling and my cries of resistance, easily popping right through my rectum's outer ring.
`Fuck! Bitch, you have such a tight hole! I can feel your pussy muscles squeezing my dick and it feels so damn good! I can see why the Boss is keeping you for himself! No wonder he doesn't want to let anyone else in on the party. Christ, with a pussy this tight we'll have you sloppy in no time at all.'
My hole felt more full than I'd ever known, pulsating with heat and desire. I didn't know how to feel. No matter Akiro saying how tight I was he'd glided in like his cock truly belonged. It felt fucking magnificent, like I understood what life was finally about. Cock was good! He grabbed the ropes binding me for balance and then set-up a punishing pace. Said he was determined to loosen me up and prove what a real man could do.
The full weight of his body slammed against me, every thrust painfully stimulating my prostate. I swear we actually moved the desk across the room with the power of his fuck. All I could do was grunt and take it, both wanting it to end now and last forever.
Fuck? What have I become?
Finally, he issued a primal scream and rammed his mule cock even deeper inside. I felt his fuckslab pulsing - evidently he was unloading and pumping his dickjuice right into my guts.
Fuck, this was not how I wanted this to happen. All that gape training, all those plugs? I'd thought Cutler was going to be the first real man to fuck me, even if he was monstrously hung. My hole was his for the taking and yet this fucker had got in there first.
I silently waited for Akiro's dick to soften and pull out but he didn't. In fact, his cock still felt achingly hard. He leaned over and said it straight. Why aren't you thanking me? I've just given you a load of grade A' Asian man spunk. Doesn't that mean anything to you?'
Now the deed was done I was vibrating with pain and yet he wanted me to thank him? Fuck that! I refused to give him the satisfaction and I lay there motionless.
`Dead fish, eh? That's not going to stop me, you're just one big hole. Now let's find out just how much you can really take...'
He then threw another almighty fuck into my open ass, saying he could go on all night. That good pussy makes his dick ravenous, way more than `just' another throat-hole. That now I was slick with his warm jizz lining the way I should expect at least another three loads.
Hell, it sounded like he wanted nothing more than to turn me into his own personal cum-rag. Hot as the thought was, I was feeling the taut ropes and my chafed hole. I struggled and pushed back but that didn't stop him. Telling me that I was a sweet fuck, a real slave to anal penetration. That he loved how my pussy lips were swelling and yet still gripping his greasy hog. Pussy lips?
Once again, he built up to piston-fucking. Or jackhammering. Whatever you internet guys call it. All I knew was that I could feel his cock force all of its gigantic length and girth deep into my arse with a relentless thrust, only stopping when he was fully hilted. Then he would keep pulling back and starting all over again. Time slowed down and it felt like forever before Akiro gave me another deposit, and then a lucky third. I honestly think he would have delivered a fourth if Cutler hadn't walked in and caught us in the act. Sorry, Akiro in the act. I'm an unwilling participant in all this.
AKIRO!' my saviour shouted and the fucker finally withdrew. What the fuck are you doing?' It was a rhetorical question as it was plainly obvious what was going on.
`I'm having a piece of your sweet, sweet pussy. Fuck man, I can see why you've kept it to yourself... Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm not the one you should be angry with. Tan was the one who begged me to fuck him. Said he wasn't getting enough quality dick at home. He had this all planned out, he even smuggled the bolt cutters in to snip his padlocks off. Plainly desperate for proper sex. I only came here expecting a quick blow-job, nothing more, nothing less.'
I was speechless. All lies. I'd tried to warn Cutler about this snake in the grass and here I was being stabbed in the back. Yet Akiro was a great actor and he totally came across as the innocent party.
`Why is he tied up then?'
`Oh, that was his idea. He thought you'd be more likely to believe if this looked like a rape scene. Come on, you know I don't need to tie guys up to get a fuck but this little pussy really wanted it.'
By now he was fully dressed again and Cutler told him to get out of sight. As the door slammed shut I was turned upon. `Is any of that true?' Culter demanded.
`Not a word of it, I swear! Akiro was the one who bought the bolt cutters and the rope. Said he'd cut me up if I didn't submit.'
Fuck, Cutler swore loudly. I felt more scared of his presence than I ever could be of Akiro and his blade. I was still fully hogtied and he swooped down to spread my arse cheeks and inspect the damage. Even without seeing his face I sensed his anger. `What the fuck have I told you about hole control?!'
I spoke it as rote. `Rule number 4. Always have control.'
`Then why the fuck is Akiro's cum bubbling out of your pussy and dripping on the floor?' he replied.
Christ. Was Cutler more concerned I'd broken one of his rules rather than my pain at the merciless rape I'd just been forced to endure?
`You know you're in serious trouble, right?'
All I could do was try and nod.
There was a long, painful silence before I heard him saying he needed to clean up my skanky hole. Thinking that meant finding a towel and wiping me down, I tried to keep calm about still being tied up. However, that's when I got the shock of my life. Cutler got down on his knees and buried his face in my trench and felched Akiro's cum right out of me.
Jesus! It was fucking insane. His tongue found every drop and crevice. Sucking like his life depended on it, rarely coming up for air. But when he did it was filthy. `Fucking hell, this is some good eating. How many times did he shoot? Three loads I'll bet? You lucky fucker.'
Finally, Cutler belched and was satisfied I was empty. I couldn't believe what he'd just done but it was only when he untied and released me from my rope prison that the real problems started.
Akiro's stimulation of my prostate and my dick being pushed and rubbed against the table meant I'd cum. Hard. The evidence was clearly there - my jock a mess and my fluids seeping through my overalls.
For Cutler it was the final straw. I'd broken two rules in one day. Lack of hole control. And now, Rule 5. To never cum without his permission. I protested that I didn't know - how could I know about a rule he hadn't already explained - but he said any good sub should have read the signs. I shook my head in sorrow.
`Quit it1 I know you've been wanking behind my back and trying to hide your wet dreams. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson that sticks. Actions have consequences...'
With that he led me away. I'll have to tell you the rest later. It's time for my next shift to start.
Tan
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