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Releasing the Slut Inside -- Chapter 5
The flat was empty when Matt opened the door and we went in. It was late and he announced he was tired so he showed me to a room and told me to sleep assuring me there would be time to talk with Howie tomorrow. In the room I felt uncertain and unsure what to do but I was finally here in Howie's home and the thought of that allowed me to relax and to sleep.
I woke suddenly, a strong and pungent smell invading my nose. I opened my eyes to the darkness of the night feeling fuzzy and lightheaded. I felt a hand on my nose holding in that sweet and pungent smell, and something warm and hard pushing into my ass. I couldn't understand what was going on. I was still half asleep, but as I woke my mind began to process what was happening and with no hint of resistance, none of my previous doubt, I surrendered to the pleasure. The pressure on my ass was relentless, hard against the sphincter putting up a physical resistance that I had long sense mentally and emotionally abandoned. I turned back to look who was there, and to my shock it was Matt.
"Shush old man", he whispered, "Just feel it. Don't move, don't talk, just take it. Give yourself to me and relax."
His voice was intoxicating but I was not sure I could do this. He was not Howie. "Matt, wait", I said, "Stop. I don't think...", I urged but he cut me off.
"Quiet Darius. I told you it wouldn't be easy.", he stated louder now, "I have to expose the slut inside you. You agreed to this, didn't you?" and with that he pushed forward and his dick invaded deeper into my ass.
The poppers, which I realised he had given me, must have started working as it felt good to have him inside me probing the outer walls of my ass.
"Yes", I said in agreement, knowing I wanted this, but with Howie, it had to be Howie. I needed time to think so said, "But not like this Matt, not this way." I felt stab of pain as he pushed his dick deeper against my anal sphincter, "Aaargh. Matt, please ,please take it out."
Matt did not move and impaled in my ass asked, "Don't you want Howie then Darius? He will only accept you as a slut", and with that he thrust in again brushing against the wall of my ass causing me to moan. Ignoring me he went on, "I thought you were ready to give everything to be with him. Was it all lie? Give me your ass slut. Do it now. Do it to prove what you are to Howie."
At Howie's name I froze, my resistance and doubt evaporated. I knew, I had to do this, to serve this man to prove I was a slut to him, to myself, but most of all to Howie.
Matt, sensing my hesitation, said, "Old man, this is your one and only chance to redeem yourself in front of Howie, not as a man or an equal, any chance of that is gone, but as slut, the slut you want and need to be."
His words cut into me as he spoke, how could this be right, was this my only way to Howie. Matt interrupted my thoughts, continuing "You humiliated him in front of so many people and yet I'm here offering to train you to be the best slut you can be in private", pausing to get comfortable he went on, "Do I get any thanks for my generosity? Do I get any thanks for trying to help you?"
I was silent thinking I did owe this man something. He had so far done more than anyone to help, even getting me under the same roof as Howie. But, it wasn't right, if only I could talk to Howie, explain, apologise I did not have to go through with this I was a top did not need to have this boy use me. There had to be another way. But then I thought back to Howie fucking me and started to doubt myself.
"Look", Matt said in frustration clear in his voice, "Howie does not know about this. I am trying to help you see what you are and help you to become the only thing he will now accept -- a total slut", he ignored my wince and went on, "If you want to earn a way back into Howie's life then you have to do exactly what I say. If, you can't or won't do it for him, and for yourself, and want to go back to your pathetic unfulfilled life I will stop. But, if I do stop, you will have 5 minutes to get out of this house and out of Howie's life forever."
There was a full-sized mirror on the wall and I could see myself with Matt skewered in my ass, his hand rubbing against my right pec. The scene was so humiliating seeing my perfect, ripped, six foot five body with this puny, weakling, Matt, little more than parasitic fly feeding off my manly frame. How could I let this happen, how could I let this twink boy fuck me? I had to look away to hide my shame. I looked back at Matt and saw in his face the face of a determined, cute, young man, a face that as I looked with its boyish good looks, unkempt hair and reminded me of Howie. I knew this was Matt, but I knew I needed Howie and had to win and earn a way back into his life, to win his trust, his respect and his love.
By now Matt's dick had been in my ass for more than ten minutes and I had not rebelled, pushed him off and out of me, why was I letting the happen? My brain was telling at me no, with feelings of shame and humiliation at the ridiculousness of the situation, but my heart and the very core of my being was screaming yes. If being a slut was the only way back into Howie's world and the only way I could appease him for the pain and hurt I caused making him out to be a liar in front of everyone then so be it.
"What did you decide then old man?", asked Matt.
The constant pushing and probing of his dick against the walls of my ass were driving me crazy. My dick was hardening too. If Matt was my way to Howie then there was only one answer, I turned my face down on cushion and buried inside it. I didn't speak to say yes but Matt understood I surrendered.
"Head up old man, you're hole is tight and needs to be loosened up. I'm going to be kind and let you take some more poppers", he said offering me the small bottle. I didn't take it so he said, "I'm gonna do this whether you take the poppers or not", then ordered, "Take it!"
I snatched the bottle in a fit of anger and inhaled. I felt faint as the amyl did its work, my head started spinning and I relaxed. I looked round at Matt, a smile of victory on his face, at my first small act of submission. I groaned but then felt something rolling inside my ass and as my anal sphincter gave way Matt filled me with his dick. As he grazed past my prostate I screamed, "Mother fucker. What the hell. Arrgh Yes", the rest unintelligible moans of pleasure.
Matt felt good, he did not fuck often, but this, this was something worth the effort. A tunnel of pleasure, a heat on his dick like the hottest oven, and the watertight hole he had ever known. He knew this hole had been used, but this old guy was not only the perfect slut but basically virgin to boot. He was still in awe of the fact this man mountain of prime beef was offering his ass to him. He pushed forward facing an unspeakable resistance from this muscular hole despite he had given him poppers. But he was going to claim his pleasure from this man and pop the practically virgin cherry all over again just as Howie had done.
"Fuck", Matt yelled as his slammed forward forcing his hard dick deep into Darius' ass, breaking through his battered sphincter's resistance completely. He was engulfed in an immense heat and he moaned in pleasure and delight and slapped the muscular butt flexing and bouncing at his invasion. "You're one tight pussy and hot like a furnace old man", Matt exclaimed in ecstasy, increasing the intensity of his spanking.
"Yes....", I exclaimed as his dick invaded me deep inside and brushing against my prostate with an electric shock of delight. But, then I felt his hand on my ass, this kid was spanking me.
"Don't do that", I pleaded weakly into the pillow my mouth unable, or refusing, to articulate just how ashamed I was to be fucked and spanked by this man.
"What old man? What are you saying", Matt asked lost in the euphoric feeling of this sluts heat and need as he clung to Darius' muscular body. Taking ownership of every part of this willing bottom boy he rolled his arm around his massive frame, cuddling him like a baby, then toying a playing with his right pec and pert nipple bouncing to his touch. Devilish thoughts swirling through his mind as Matt was brought back to the here and now by a plea from Darius.
"Don't spank me at least", I asked lifting my head from the pillow as I did. I turned to see Matt smile, but then the smile turned stern, he squeezed my butt cheek hard and thrust himself fully inside me tearing through the last of my physical resistance. I screamed into the pillow as he now fully impaled himself inside me and resumed his spanking of my ass.
Matt was pleased, this bodybuilder, wrestler and a complete muscular god looked so cute being fucked and it felt so good. Even god Hercules would get jealous of his amazing strong body. He completely ignored my irrelevant request and gave me a hard smack again as my ass jiggling at his invasion and he and kept spanking me over and over again.
"Don't do that", I said with genuine annoyance, what gave this fucker the right to do this to me I thought.
"Old man. I told you to not to refuse or argue with me. Got it?", Matt snapped back, "You promised to follow me without any objection. Remember? Plus just look at your butt. Jesus! It is one incredible and huge ass. The perfectly fuckable ass. Your squats really payed of", he squeezed my butt again. "Pure muscle, and sluts do like to show off their asses....accept Darius you are a born slut with this incredibly big butt of yours", and again that tight slap which made me groaned at the top of my voice. "Fuck...don't..." I yelled out
I did not reply seething at the indignity of it all, but knowing I needed this, it was my way to Howie and to salvation. As he slapped his dick back again deep inside me it hurt and then the spanking resumed. Sure it was a test, I held back my desire to rebel, and did not say word.
"You are a quick learner old man", Matt replied. Deliberate in his words making sure I never forgot the age difference between us. He wanted to make sure I kept in mind just who was fucking me.
Matt knew when he started fucking he would not able to hold it for long, the intense volcano of my ass was just too good, too hot and I was in need of dowsing with his cum. Unable to deny himself the pleasure any longer and he started fucking my tight ass moving his dick out then slamming it home over and over again. I felt his breath on my neck as he thrust in and out of me, his hands all over my muscular arms and then I felt the touch of his lips as he kissed and then licked the sweat from my back.
My tormentor was lost in his own pleasure. Matt could not believe he had this Olympic God beneath him taking his dick and converted, by him, into a total cock craving whore. He pulled out to prong his pleasure and used his hands to part my ass cheeks, my glutes resisting the parting but then giving way and my whole muscular frame his to use as he chose.
"You got a great bubble butt there slut", he taunted, adding, ""You are so tight. It feels like you have a pussy instead of ass old man. Lemme stretch you a bit."
I had no idea how this twink knew what a pussy was like but then, to be fair, I barely knew myself. Another torment, another humiliation a realisation I was not really a man and that I was where I deserved to be, being used as the slut I always needed to be. I heard him spit and felt it hit my ass, he spit again and I felt is start to dribble down my ass. And then, to my horror I felt his tongue in my ass and he buried his face deep in my ass and start to lick, to kiss to probe. My ass clenched shut at the touch.
Whack. He slammed his hand into my ass and said, "No slut, no resistance, open up for your man."
My body complied and relaxed to his command before I even though about what he had said. His tongue pushed deeper into my ass and I moaned in pleasure at his touch.
Matt was enjoying himself, he loved to rim, and this ass was possibly the best he had ever had. He expertly moved his tongue around in Darius' ass, licking, kissing, sucking, probing getting moans of delight from the pliant slut. He grabbed Darius tight and went to town on his ass inhaling the intoxicating musk of the muscle man.
Matt was amazed, he had rimmed many asses but none had a shaken, moved and responded as completely this big, beefy and delicious prize before him. A glorious sight for his eyes and the moans of pleasure and delight the sweetest music to his ears. After ten minutes his tongue inevitably started to tire of even this most wonderful of tasks and he switch to insert he middle finger into the wet and ready hole. Wow, Matt thought, this muscle god had such taut muscles inside and out but how could such a perfect god of a man be a slut? He knew the story, the background, but it still frankly beggared belief. He was tall, huge, hung, muscular and aggressive showing all the traits of a alpha male but here he was, a slut, his slut. A head turning slut he dreamed of the future with all the physical alpha characteristics but a bitch boy bottom mind.
Matt's middle finger was stretching my hole and probing me deeper, it felt so good. "Arrgh. Fuck!", I howled in response. I wanted him, I need him, I needed more and I needed it now.
Sensing I was nearly ready Matt started fucking me faster with his finger then inserted another getting howls of delight from me. I was begging and pleading for more and he worked and stretched me. I needed him bad. I need to feel his dick inside me riding me for his pleasure. I just moaned as his fingers continued their task.
Matt could see Darius' pleasure, he felt his ass opening, widening, accepting the invasion of his fingers. It would soon be ready for his dick. But this bottom was a slut and so he needed to wait, to earn it, to really crave and beg for it before he would reward him with the fuck he so desperately needed. This cocky muscular old dude was now completely in his control, a total slut for him to use however he wanted. And, what he wanted was to transform this man, into a slut, not just for him, or for Howie but for Lucas as well, a fuck slut of their own for all the flatmates to use, and definitely competition for Bobby. A moan from Darius brought him back from those pleasant thoughts of the future, it was time to fuck his brains out.
"Is my slut ready old man", Matt said me. I was, I was horny, desperate with a heat so intense flowing through my whole body I thought it may never be quenched. I sighed completely at ease with myself and then with a passion built open over three decades of denial I said, "Yes Matt..."
Matt ordered me to turn around face up on the bed and I watched as he struggled to move my muscle-bound body into the position he wanted. He managed to push my legs into the air ordering me to use my arms against my thighs to hold them in position. It was such a weird and humiliating position that my face reddened with embarrassment. He knelt up on the bed in front of me looking down at his prize, his little hands massaging my bulging chest and then he lined his dick up with my crack. Unhappy with the position he pushed my legs back behind my shoulders lifting my butt from the bed and ordered me to hold that new position locking my arms around my thighs. How was this boy getting me to do this? I wanted to rebel against this but that inner voice that was growing stronger by the minute told me I needed this and I stayed in position as the rest of my brain protested at the humiliation. My hole was fully exposed to a boy's five and a half inch dick. It was so shameful and weirdly erotic. My own dick was throbbing and Matt could sense that slapping it hard and squeezing my balls playfully daring me to move. His smile was mocking me as he rubbed his dick against my ass crack and his hands moved to my nipples, squeezing them, hard. "Fuck!", I screamed.
My hole was clenching and gaping with anticipation of the invasion to come, of a second deflowering. My dick, leaking precum, like a faucet. He offered me more poppers and inhaled deeply. I laid my head back, spinning, I relaxed, I was ready.
Matt's dick slid into my ass, there was no pain, just pleasure as he moved deep grazing past my prostate deep into my rectum. "Ahhhhh, fuck", I moaned in delight as I felt him slide in then out and then it began the hammering action the boy's dick hitting every part of my accepting ass with powerful strokes again and again and again. I screamed out crazily, lost in desire and pleasure, forgetting everything and just lost in the euphoria of my primal need. My need to be fucked. As I said it the last resistance faded from my body and my mind and I now, as one, wanted with every fibre of my being to be fucked and to become a complete slut for men to use. My inner slut was activated by the power of Matt's dick as his cock head pushed against my prostate and my entire body convulsed in sheer ecstasy.
Matt knew a slut had been born. That through him the slut inside is me was taking over my former alpha self. "You like that Darius", he said, "You're such a slut." Then started drilling me hard while I groaned holding my legs tightly above my head ensuring him better access to my fuck chute ass.
"Say it old man", he ordered, "Let that slut out into the world. Show me how desperate you are. Tell me how much you want my dick. Tell me Darius." With that he pounded into me again with a force I did not expect from such a slim man. He was taunting and deriding me while he fucked my ass and just moaned and leaked precum listening to my humiliation. Yes I am a slut, I need his cock I thought.
Matt continued his verbal assault, "Say it Darius. Tell me how much you want it? Say it for Howie."
Again Howie, his name had become my weak point and listening to his name I just screamed out louder in a blissful mix of joy and pain. "Fuck, yes", I shouted, "I am a slut." I paused to see the smirk on his face but continued, "Hell yes, I am a slut so fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am Matt. Use me. Gimme your dick." Matt responding rammed his dick harder and deeper into me. I screamed again, "Yes. Fuck me. Harder, harder. Use me sir." I didn't realise what I was saying but I just needed him to continue with the exquisite mix of torture and subliminal pleasure he was providing me. As I looked into his face lost in sexual desire, I saw Matt but all saw the face of Howie. I needed to be fucked for Howie, to express my sluttiness for him to see, to earn the right to be allowed back into his life by embracing the slut inside me.
"Good boy", Matt said and started pounding and hammering my muscular hole with passion, anger, using me as the slut I now was. I could do nothing besides moaning, groaning and filling the room with my joy. "Cum for me slut", he commanded, "Cum, shoot, drain every drop from those balls. Sluts don't store their juice inside. They cum for their fuckers", he said that stoking me harder and faster, my throbbing dick responded I couldn't hold back.
"Yes Matt. I'm gonna cum for you", I said as I shot load after load breathlessly all over myself while Matt drummed his dick against my prostate practically breeding it and exploding himself inside me. The feeling of being full and his juices oozing through my innards just drove me crazy. I felt so happy being a slut, submitting to someone so young, so small and physically so weak. I was home. I was where I needed to be doing what I needed to do.
We both were panting and hyperventilating in the bliss of post orgasm release. From the look on Matt's face he was happy and sated but I was...I felt so shame. Then the first pang of guilt, Howie. Matt was amazing but nothing would beat Howie and if he ever allowed it and there was a next time I would be ready to give him the pleasure he deserved. The guilt mingled with shame and surrounded me as my post orgasmic waves of pleasure subsided. Matt was resting on my chest playfully sucking my nipples like a kid while I drowned in and ocean of shame for what I had become. A desperate slut!
In the morning I woke to find Matt gone and every muscle in by body was aching. My head was spinning and my ass was on fire. The memories of last night flooded back into my thoughts. Matt had fucked me, taken his fill of me, proved to me I was a slut and left me now a mess. I stumbled out of bed to the bathroom and showered returning to put the only clothes. Dressed I came outside into the living room to find Matt and Howie sitting at the table. My heart pounded at the sight of Howie and I wanted to speak but Matt had plans for me.
"Old man Darius is gonna make us food today", Matt announced loudly, then looking at me said "Won't you?"
Even though cooking was the last thing I wanted to do with my tiredness and muscle ache I nodded saying, "Yeah sure. What would you like?"
"I'll take an omelette and two pieces of bread", he said
"And Howie you will take sandwiches right?", I said mechanically. I knew what he liked for breakfast.
Howie looked at me a hint of surprise on his face but didn't say anything. I took it as a yes and started making breakfast for them. My tops, the men who had claimed my ass but who look more like my sons and, if I lied to myself, I could pretend I was acting like their father.
While I worked Howie went to take a shower but Matt stood up and came behind me. "Ooh", I exclaimed with surprise as I felt his hands on my glutes squeezing them.
"How is it old man?", asked Matt squeezing my butt.
I didn't like it. " Mmmph. Don't Matt, please", I pleaded. I was getting hard but seeing this he just slipped his hand inside my pants.
"Matt, stop", I begged knowing I must stop him before he got to. "Arrgh", I exclaimed, it was too late. I moaned like a bitch in heat the instant his middle finger touched and then penetrated my ass.
"Again locked tight,", he exclaimed, "Holding onto my cum. You are a born slut Darius", he was moving in and out stretching my walls. I couldn't stand it and turned around.
"Please Matt stop", I said, "I don't think what happened night was right."
He pulled out his hand and faced off to me saying, ""Old man, I told you it was going to difficult, but you gave your consent. You committed to do this. You can't turn your back on this now you gave me your word."
I bit my lip remembering what I had agreed to. I really don't go back on my word. I need to make it up to Howie, I need to find a way into his life. But this it still felt wrong. Unsure of myself I started to say "But it doesn't fit right Matt. It just...". But I couldn't use the word.
"Makes you feel reduced right?", he finished for me. I looked at him and his smiling face looked so cute.
"You are having a battle inside. The hot-headed Darius vs the slut Darius", he revealed to me and I lowered my head unable to hold his gaze because I knew he was right. Let me explain it to you he said, "You're at the initial stage of your transformation Darius. The slut inside you is right there and always has been. You just need to bring it out into the world to live as your true self. Last night was the first step on this journey when you were taking my dick. You moaned like a slut, took my dick like a slut, enjoyed like a slut and above all you totally accepted your slutty side old man."
Then he surprised me by grabbing my hands in his cupping them as best he could in his small effeminate grasp. I could feel the warmth of this twink. Was he humiliating me or encouraging me I couldn't tell but his every word felt right. Maybe I could do this maybe I could become the slut he saw in me and maybe I could win back Howie.
"If there is another way of getting Howie back then tell me. I'll help you with that instead", he offered and I quickly looked up at him.
But he was right, there was no other way. Howie wasn't interested in me as anything but a slut boy. I knew he was stubborn and the only way for me to have a place in his life was to embrace and accept the slut I had started to become.
Matt held my hands tighter and looked at me. "Is there any other way old man Darius?", He asked.
I shook my head, no. He pulled my head down and leaned in for a kiss. I had kissed Howie before like a lover but Matt I was not sure. But the second his soft lips touched mine I knew and I kissed him passionately drawing him closer to me. After what seemed like an age he pulled himself away from me saying, "Now make breakfast for us and hurry up we don't expect to have to wait", then added "And, from now this will be your duty every day. Got it old man?", he said smiling as I nodded in compliance.
Howie returned from shower. Matt was busy eating his omelette so I gave Howie a longing and romantic stare but, as usual, he just ignored completely snatching his sandwich away without a word. As Howie and Matt left for work Matt suggested I check out of my hotel move my stuff in here and then make myself useful and clean this place up while they were at work. Then almost as an afterthought he added he would see me at lunchtime.
It was break and Matt grabbed me by my arm and led me downstairs and into basement. Even in the basement there is a small dark room at the end where few worn out items were present to be dumped monthly.
"Nobody comes down here old man", Matt whispered to me.
"Why are we here kid?", I questioned as I was so confused why were we down in the dark dank space.
"Shh", he said, "Today is the second session of your training big man". He came closer and started pulling my shirt over my head but I stopped him with questions in my eyes. A flash of anger on his face he said, "Old man, last night I taught you how a slut takes a cock up his main hole which is your ass. Right now I'm gonna teach you how a slut takes a cock in his second hole. Got it?"
Matt was such a cocky bastard when he spoke to me but I couldn't refuse to him. He had unleashed the slut inside me and despite myself I was curious as to exactly what he meant and what he was going to do.
"But what about the lunch?", I asked, I was so particular about my diet. I couldn't miss my protein laden meal.
"Darius, it depends how quickly you learn", he replied, "Learn quick and you may get lunch, learn slow and there will be no lunch for you today. But I promise either way to give you my special "dessert". Okay?" I had no idea what he was talking about not wanting to annoy him I just nodded my head and with an inner frustration decided to let this twink do what he wanted.
He pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my muscular chest and abdomen. "Fuck you are so strong and so beautiful old man", he said, "I want you to help me work out. Just look at your fucking huge eight pack abs." He was touching and feeling them his face so close I could feel the warmth when he breathed. I was proud of my body and loved to be admired. I was getting hard. "You must have worked out so much old man. Look at your chest. Even a women would feel jealous of your cleavage", he said and grabbed my pecs and squeezed them calling them as boobs which was humiliating but weirdly exciting to me. I had worked hard to attain the perfect body with years of controlled diet and an extensive workout routine. Maintaining such rock-hard body was not an easy job but I was proud of what I had achieved.
"Fuck. Your boulder sized arms", he continued in a state of awe, "I can only dream of having such an amazing body". He was feeling my muscles, squeezing them and admiring them. I always loved a complement and Matt was making me even harder with his praise. He grabbed my dick through my pants and squeezed saying, "You like that don't you?"
My face reddened. He grabbed my arms and started to push me down, "On your knees old man", he ordered and I was there and my heart beating fast in my chest.
Realising what was about to happen I panicked but my inner slut voice was now strong and kept me on my knees despite the protests from the other me. Matt unzipped his pants and lowered them and his jockeys and grabbed his 5 and half inch hard cock now throbbing in his hand. I looked up and saw a cunning smile on his face. "Today's lesson is, how a slut should suck a cock", he announced and moved towards me.
"Matt," I started then corrected myself, "please. no."
Ignoring me he rubbed his dick against my lips. I could smell his musk emanating from as his bushy crotch as it engulfed my nose. "Darius just open your mouth wide. We don't have much time left", he said totally ignoring my protests and pulled my hair to force me to look him in the face dominating me with his stern eyes. He was serious and I knew all resistance was futile. I began to realise I needed to learn to obey without fighting. I wanted to embrace the feeling of being humiliated and the only way to do that was to accept and submit as my true slut self.
I opened my mouth as he had told me and he started to push his dick inside my mouth. I could not believe what I was doing. His cock was not very long or fat so I took him my mouth as with my 'other hole'. His shaft felt so smooth, silky and exotic my own dick rocketed to full mast. It was so weird sucking a dick but my inner slut controlled me and my own dick was getting desperate to cum. Why do I get hard every time Matt touches me I thought. I closed my eyes trying to distract myself from what was happening but the reversed happened. Sucking Matt's dick made me remember first time I sucked Howie's dick that night. I shuddered as precum dribbled from my dick.
Matt grabbed my head and pushed his dick in deeper. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat but he pulled back then pushed forward again over and over until I could take him. I felt his dick slide through my mouth and to the back of by throat over and over and I felt him shudder as he exclaimed, "Yes!" Then looking down a me he laughed saying, "Just like your tight pussy ass your mouth is so hot old man."
My heart sank hearing him calling my ass a pussy. Perhaps I had one. No, fuck what the hell was I thinking. But then with the praise from him for giving him pleasure and my inner slut jumped for joy. Matt was slowly fucking my mouth. I could feel the salty taste at the tip of his dick. Fuck, did he even clean himself. I'm a priest's son for God's sake. I was reducing myself to another level and it was making me hornier and my dick was throbbing eager for release. I felt like a real slut. His dick was sliding in and out and my tongue rolled around his shaft and up past his frenulum to the head then back and up again, working him into a frenzy.
"Oh yeah", he moaned, "You feel so amazing old man. You're a slut and I can feel you transforming here before me now."
His words urged me on with even greater urgency to please and pleasure him. "Yeah just suck me", he said, "Take my dick like a slut. Feel that slut inside you. Become that slut Darius", his voice started rising and his movements got faster hitting deeper into my throat now. I wanted him to slow down allow me to breathe but he was lost in his rut, his hands forcing my head fully onto him.
I could feel the sweet tasting precum oozing out of his dick. The taste so amazing and exotic to me. I needed more and sucked him willingly desperate for more of his juice. My head moved back and forth on his shaft no longer needing him to force me and I sucked for all I was worth.
"Fuck, yeah", he shouted, "Now you get it Darius. You learn really quick. See your inherent slut always wakes up forcing you to surrender your doubts, your fears, your ego and just to give in to your overwhelming slutty needs." He moaned as I took him in my throat then asked, "Am I right Darius?"
I didn't respond. I was so focused on worshipping this slice of man meat in my mouth and coaxing and cajoling more of its precious juices for myself. "Tell me old man? Are you a slut?", he asked again but I still didn't respond and just intensified my efforts using not just by tongue but my lips, cheeks, and my throat to worship every precious inch of his dick. I moved my mouth to the tip of his head kissing it passionately to taste the sweet nectar coming out of it. I was focused more on tasting that fluid rather his bullshit. Nothing was more important to me at that moment that claiming more of that precious fluid. The other me tried momentarily to tell me what this was and to stop but I was lost to the slut and greedily continued to drink.
He suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out with a string of drool connected both of us. "Look at yourself Darius.", he said mockingly, "What a mess you are. See you are evolving. Just look at the progress. You are transforming into a true slut." Then he added, "Soon Howie will be running to you."
I was so annoyed when Matt pulled his cock out and my head momentarily moved forward to try to reclaim his dick. But then I heard his words and the mention of Howie. How did he know, that name was hardwired into my very core, I was unable to reject anything he said when I knew it was for Howie. I knew he was manipulating me but I was powerless to stop it.
"Are you a slut Darius?", he asked me. I frowned frustrated at being out manoeuvred like this but knowing I needed and wanted this. Knowing I was desperate to become the best slut I could possibly be. Eager to get the reward for my labours.
"Yes, I'm a slut", I shouted back at him and moved forward reclaiming his dick into my mouth and fucking my face in it desperate to feel him inside me again.
Matt was loving it, I was sucking him like an expert, not properly deep throating him but still good. Time was getting on and he was due back at work. I needed more training but that could wait for tonight. Right now Matt needed to blow his load. "Ready to taste my desert slut?", he asked. Of course he was not really asking just telling me what was coming. Getting no response from me he started hitting my mouth harder. I couldn't understand the sudden change of his thrusts. These were harder and faster deeper.
"I'm gonna shoot", Matt yelled, "Ready for my desert Darius." I felt him tense and then he shuddered as wave after wave of hot cum shot into my mouth accompanied by Matt yelling "Yeah, fuck there it goes. Fuck, I'm spurting. Yeah, take it, take it all slut."
As he came I tasted the sweet and creamy fluid as it filled my mouth and I gulped it down eager for more. It was so amazing, the flavour, the texture, the aroma and the taste and realised I had enjoyed a really special dessert.
As Matt pulled his dick from me and pulled his jockeys and pants back up I was still leaking precum and wanted a release badly. He saw what I wanted but just laughed saying, "Not now old man, we gotta get back to work. I'll make you cum tonight."
Boss sent Howie on a work related trip out of station for about 2 weeks. He didn't even inform or.meet me. My heart sank as I won't be able to see him for two long weeks. I had just arrived at he was already gone.