How I Turned My Boyfriend Gay

It had been a week since I had confessed my fantasy. I admit I was surprised at her response. She made my fantasy come true, well not exactly. You see I told her I fantasized about being fucked in the ass, so she produced a strap-on and did just that. She tried to convince me to go all the way with my fantasy; even promising me that she could make it happen easily.

We both had quite a week and Friday night was finally here. Sitting on the couch we were having cocktails and discussing our work when she broached the subject of last week’s sexcapades.

"So, how's that ass of yours?" She asked, running her fingers lightly up the inseam of my pants leg.

"What do you mean?" I asked coyly, knowing full well what she meant.

"Is it time for another lesson in taking it up the ass?" She answered.

"Oh honey, I don't know if ..." I said as she interrupted.

"I do, I want your ass and much more than that baby, a lot more." She said cryptically.

"Yes, I did like it but ..." I said.

Interrupting she said, " Liked it. Shit you were on your hands and knees taking it like a seasoned whore -- liked it. You LOVED IT."

"Yes, I did I admit it, I really did, but ..." I admitted reluctantly.

"Listen, you love taking it up the ass and you shouldn't deny yourself pleasure because you're homophobic or ashamed." She answered softly.

"I guess you’re right I said, but I'm worried about what you think." I asked.

"I think it's fucking hot. You should already know how I feel about it. Remember I'm the one who popped your cherry. I'm also the one who wants to see you do a guy." She answered.

There was a pause I our conversation, I was remembering her promise that she could "make it happen easily" and I was having this internal dialogue about whether or not I wanted to. I already knew the answer and I guessed she did too.

"Technically you've already committed yourself to doing a guy last week, remember?" She asked with raised eyebrows. The stakes were mounting, I was being expertly maneuvered and manipulated.

"I remember." How could I forget? She was doing my ass doggy style with her huge strap-on, and in the throes of passion, I would have agreed to anything.

The doorbell rang and the pizza arrived. We watched a movie and went to bed after more drinks. I was fuzzy headed toward the end of the evening. I woke up the next day with dry mouth and a headache. I looked over at her side of the bed and it was empty.

"Honey?" I called out. I thought I could hear her voice in the living room.

She sashayed into the bedroom saying, "Wakey, wakey sleepy head. How are you feeling?"

"I've got a headache and dry mouth." I said sitting up I bed. I was wondering why I was so dizzy and disoriented.

"I'll be right back." She left and returned with a glass of orange juice spiked with a generous amount of vodka and two pills. She handed them to me, "This will make you feel better." I swallowed the pills with a generous drink.

Not expecting the vodka, I coughed a couple of times and said, "Jeez what are you trying to do kill me?"

Ignoring my question, she asked again, "how are you feeling?"

"Pretty good, a little dizzy, actually a lot dizzy." I said smiling.

"Roll over on your stomach and I give you a rub." She said. I thanked her for her offer and rolled over on the bed.

"I'll go get the oil." She said disappearing. I thought I could hear voices again, they sounded distant yet very close at the same time.

"I warmed it up for you. You're in for a treat, this will feel good." She said pouring oil all over my back, ass, and legs.

"Oh god." I exclaimed as she began rubbing my body. It caused tingly waves to roll all over my body. I was getting extremely aroused, my stomach burning with desire.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked

"I can't take all the credit. That's the effects of the drugs. They'll make you appreciate the ... experience better." She replied.

I began to moan as she massaged my body into a compliant and relaxed state. I raised my ass up as an invitation that she took. Her fingers began exploring my tightness as she asked, " You like that?"

"Oh god yeah, that feels great. Hey honey could you fuck me with your strap-on again?" I begged.

Her fingering became more intense, "Wow, you're asking for it eh?"

"Yes, please baby?" I surprised myself. What was I saying? I felt like I was on fire with lust.

She stopped touching me, and got off the bed, leaving me wanting, needing. She said, "Now you're begging for it? I want you to say what you want, let me hear it."

I said, "I want you to fuck me." I was breathing heavily.

I moaned loudly as her hands started to rub me again. She was rubbing me harder than before, and I liked it.

"You really like it up the ass, don't you?" She asked, her voice sounding distant.

"Oh yes, I love it. Please fuck me." Confused, I looked up and saw her pointing a camcorder at me. I thought, how could she be over there?

She asked me, "Do you like big hard cock?"

"Yes." I panted out.

"Your horny for some ass fucking, aren't you?" She asked, pointing the camcorder at me.

"Yes, please fuck me. Fuck my ass" I lost all composure.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Shove it up his ass." She said. I felt a probing hardness thrusting between my well-oiled ass check searching for entry.

"Oh yeah." I said as I parted my ass cheeks for better access. The next feeling was a sharp pain as I was penetrated. The pain lasted only a fraction of a second replaced by a tingling sensation that ran up and down my spine.

"Oh yeah, fuck me." I said with my eyes closed, thrusting my ass backward impaling myself on the huge invader. I kept sliding back along the full length until I felt pubic hair against my ass. There was a small pinching feeling in my guts that reminded me how full I was.

I was forcefully pulled up on my hands and knees. My hair pulled backward causing my body to arch. The huge cock in my ass pulled almost all the way out, small shallow thrusts, and then one long hard thrust balls deep into my ass. My eyes bulged out and my mouth formed an 'O' as I groaned like a whore.

"That's it, fill that ass up." She exclaimed.

My eyes focused on her pointing the camcorder right at my face. Each thrust from behind was shaking my body causing me to moan and groan. You could hear our bodies smacking against each other just like a porno movie. She extended her hand towards my mouth touching my lips lightly while she held the camcorder in the other hand.

She said, "This oiled up whore can take it up the ass like a pro, but you have another hole to fill -- don't you?" The smacking wet sounds continued as my ass was being fucked hard and fast each stroke reaching the very center of my soul turning me, changing me.

I sucked her fingers still wondering how she was able to be in two places at once, in front of me videotaping and fucking me from behind. I was confused and couldn't quite work it out.

She asked, "Well slut you want to suck some cock?"

I nodded my reply. Suddenly a man appeared in front of me and dropped his pants, an erect cock bounced free. I opened my mouth and took it deep down my throat. I gagged for a few heartbeats then relaxed as he drove his tool down my throat and began to face fuck me with gusto. I finally realized what was going on but surprisingly I didn't care anymore.

"Oh yeah that's it. He'll suck any cock that pops up in front of his face." She commented. I was getting fucked from both ends while my girlfriend watched. She did much more than just watching, she was encouraging them to fuck me harder and faster and of course videotaping everything.

The man fucking my ass froze up, clutching my ass hard. He began pumping my ass full of come. I heard him moan loudly. When his balls were emptied deep in my ass he yanked his cock out, leaving my ass gaping open. It was over too soon for me, I needed more. I wiggled my ass as an invitation for more.

She responded by saying, "Looks like you want more. Do you want more cock?"

Since my mouth was full, I replied by nodding. I felt the cock in my mouth go rigid the balls pulling tight, my mouth was filled to overflowing. I couldn't swallow all of it, so it ran over my lips and chin. He simply pulled his pants up and left without a word. I was still on my hands and knees with come running down my face and leaking out my gapping ass. I never felt so violated or used but I found myself wanting more. We were alone. I looked up at her taping me.

"You're just getting warmed up, aren't you?" She seductively said.

"I just nodded." I was woozy and still burning with desire.

"Answer me baby, do you want more dick or not? Whatever you want just tell me." She asked.

Trembling I said, "I'll do whatever you want. Fuck me like the slut I am."

"The little slut wants me to pimp him out. Just so we are VERY clear (she grabbed my face directing it toward the camera) you'll be used over and over again until your ass is raw, and you'll suck cock till your full of hot creamy come. Is that what you want?"

"Yess." I hissed.

"You heard 'em boys. Fill the whore up." She announced.

I heard voices then felt hands all over my body, spreading my ass cheeks. Being well lubricated with another man's come it was easy for the next man to gain entry. I felt him slide it in easily. Then he squeezed my ass cheeks to together and started to fuck me with a steady rhythm.

I was presented with a nice hard cock that slapped my face a few times. I struggled to get my mouth around the large head. I started to realize just how big this guy was. My head flopped back and forth. After no more than a few minutes, he groaned and cum spattered all over my face.

"That's it, fill the whore up. So, who's next?' she asked. Another cock filled my warm mouth stretching and reshaping it. I looked up at her watching, taping me.

She said, "don't worry babe you'll get enough cock. See, they're lining up at both ends."

I was used like a helpless meat puppet, and I loved it. I knew I would be crawling from one cock to the next begging for it. I came several times but was insatiable.

I can still her voice ringing in my ears, "I want this whore so full he sloshes. Fill the bitch up."

I don't know how many I serviced but after that fuck fest I found myself alone with her still taping me.

"You did a good job. I'm so proud of you." She said turning off the camcorder and placing it on the nightstand. She was rubbing my well used ass, smearing the come around.

"You'll remember this for the rest of your life and if you want help turn you into a real whore. With a little help, you will end up a slut for men who can appreciate an always horny, eager and ready little fucktoy! You'll end up like you are right now every night, with well-used holes, limp, unable to move, and the only thing you'll think about will be more cock, filling you up." She said as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up.

I found myself confused and disorientated.

I got up on shaky legs and looked in the mirror.

Last night events came rushing back to me so quickly, "Oh my god what did I do?" I asked myself, my head spinning with images of my body being used as a fuck toy.

I ran my hands over my trim body. I was sticky, sore and in desperate need of a hot shower.

I called out, "Honey.” I waited for a reply then, "Honey are you here?" There was no answer.

I showered, my hands washing last night from the tone muscles of my body. I was surprised that my ass was still dilated from last night's abuse. I got excited at the thought of how well I performed as a whore. What was I thinking? What was happening to me?

I had so many thoughts whirling through my head of shame and guilt that were soon replaced with a growing desire for even more of this abuse by hard cock. I left the shower refreshed and lustful.

She surprised me, "Hey babe, you're up?"

"Yeah." I instinctively dropped my head. She picked up on my need for reassurance.

"Let’s talk a bit – OK my little snuggle bunny?" She asked, knowing this term of endearment always brought a smile to my face.

"Ok." I replied reticently.

"Last night was wild. I loved it but I want to know how you feel?" she asked me seriously.

"I guess I'm worried and kinda ashamed...." I replied.

"Whatever for darling." She stroked my shoulders.

"What I've done, I'm worried you'll think I'm gay, diseases, and I guess just everything." I blurted out quickly.

She hugged me and softly said, "You're not gay – maybe bi, and I'm OK with that. As far as being manly you fuck me better than any lover I've ever had. Trust me you don't have to worry about diseases, and I think you're the kinkiest boyfriend I've ever had, and I live for kinky!"

My confidence grew, "Really are you sure?"

"Hell yes, now I have some questions for you." She said looking at me with those dreamy eyes mesmerizing me, holding me captive. For a moment, I felt like a small field mouse returning the gaze of a predatory snake.

"Did you like being used at both ends like a common street whore?" She asked bluntly, so nonchalant, the prefect temptress.

"Yes." I confessed and continued, "I never knew what I was missing – it was incredible."

"Good cause I'm going to help you bring out your inner slut." She said.

"I have surprises for you." She said handing me a leather outfit that was nothing but straps studs, and rings.

"What's this?" I asked wondering how to put it on.

"That's the outfit you'll wear when you service men on your hands and knees as a submissive bottom slut." She stated in a sexy voice exciting me.

"I don't know if I want to..." I said reluctantly but unconvincingly.

"Well, I do, I'll show you how to put the outfit on." She started to help me with the straps and buckles.

When she was done, I looked in the mirror the image reflecting a leather clad submissive - the kind you would see in some gay magazine or bondage club.

"See you look hot, those men will just go ape shit when they see you." She said.

"What men?" I asked.

"Don't worry about that, you ask to many questions for a whore. Just do what you're told." She said forcefully.

"Now we’re going to watch your debut performance." She popped in a DVD and started to undress then walked over to the closet and got out her strapon. She meant business.

There I was on Television, down on my hands and knees, oiled up and saying, "Yes, please fuck me. Fuck my ass."

"See, you know what you want." She said rubbing lubricant on the strapon dildo.

The next scene showed me taking it at both ends. She simply said, "See you're just a slut. You want cock, you need it." With that said she got into potion.

"These rings on your outfit are so you can be suspended, and this strap around your waist has a grip for whoever is fucking your ass, so they can pull you back forcefully." She gave me a little education.

I was thinking, "suspended?" when her grip tightened on that strap and she thrust her cock deeply into me all the way to the base in one smooth motion.

"Ahhh honey oouch." I protested.

"Shut up whore! Take that cock and watch the movie." She proceeded to mount me in every conceivable way possible as I watched myself play the part of a gay slut on the screen. She bounced off my ass thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out, on and on.

Her athletic body pummeled me with such force that it was hard for me to keep steady. She was making a point, that she could fuck me just as good as any man, probably better because her cock never went soft, and she was always ready. Her rhythm and intensity would change. I would get accustomed to her soft and shallow thrusts only to be surprised with hard and deep penetrations. I offered no resistance to her violent assault on my ass because it belonged to her, and she could do it whatever she wanted. What was I thinking? Who was I becoming?

By the time the DVD was over my ass was vigorously fucked, she dismounted got dressed and said, "You can keep the DVD, that way you'll always have a reminder of your first time. I think your performance was damn good considering it was your first." She continued, "I haven't decided to post it on the Internet or sell it to some video company for distribution."

"What!? You wouldn't do that, would you? Please don't." I pleaded as I took the DVD from the drive, on the verge of cracking it in two.

"Oh, that's your copy. I have another and I think it will be a best seller." She smiled mischievously. Was she joking? Would she do that to me?

"Please don't." I implored.

"Ok I won't I promise (she gave me a quick peck on the lips) but you have to do something for me." She handed me a business card.

"Yes, OK I will, I promise." I said with relief and looked at the card. It was the business card for a manager of some club; I was unfamiliar with both names. I looked up confused.

Anticipating my question she said, "That's the man who will show you the ropes."

She could tell I was slow on the uptake and explained, "He'll be your pimp and make all the arrangements. You'll make a good sex slave. You've already gotten a good start. But there is only so much I can do to help you out because Girls aren't usually privy to what goes on in these places (she taped the business card with her finger). All I know is that they are wild, just absolutely fucking wild"

Her demeanor changed from sweet and soft to hard and demanding, "Now listen to me bitch, (she grabbed the straps across my chest and jerked me forward) I want you to do as you're told but remember that I own you - NOT him. I'm just letting him rent your ass out. GOT IT?"

Any resistance melted away by my burning desire to submit; I looked at her and said, "I understand. I'll do anything you want me to"

She kissed me open mouthed and said softly, "That's my good little slut. You’re such a nice whore – you'll make those horny guys so happy."

Then she whispered in my ear conspiratorially, "You can quit anytime you want or go as far as you want, it's all up to you. Just remember I love you." She kissed me again deeply with her tongue dancing and playing with mine.

"I gotta go to work now, but he is expecting your call - today. Bye-bye hon." She was gone too quickly.

After a few moments of reflection and apprehension I reached for the phone, the receiver trembled in my hand (what was I doing?) I dialed the number. It rang once (could I really do this?). It rang twice (should I do this?).

The third ring was answered by a deep baritone voice, "Hello."

I placed the phone down.

The conversation had been surreal. I had never been talked to like that. I had never heard such things spoken before. With my heart beating fast I thought how could I let someone do that?

The conversation ended with me trembling with excitement. I agreed willingly to surrender myself, to devote myself to the pleasure of others. I couldn't help myself, could I?

I wanted it. I wanted to be used as a gay fuck-toy. What was happening to me?

My girlfriend had embraced my fantasy to be taken anally against my will enthusiastically. I was surprised by her reaction.

She couldn't wait to personally devirginize me with her expertly wielded strap-on. I remember the first time I saw her wearing it I knew then that I was on the verge of changing, but to what I didn't quite know.

She knew, of course, because she was always one step ahead of me. After personally fucking me into a puddle of satisfied bliss she arranged my first gay experience. I was so turned on knowing she was watching me, encouraging me, humiliating me.

I gave an exceptional performance on my hands and knees; the standing ovation came again and again from all those erect cocks.

She was pleased but demanded more, spurring me on to abandon what was left of my inhibitions and fall freely into submission.

She handed me a business card. I wasn't familiar with the name of the owner or the club.

She told me that she could only take me so far and was turning me over to someone better equipped and able to guide me through the next stage. She made it clear that she owned my ass not him, and that I had better not forget it.

I was on my way – literally and figuratively. The taxi driver gave me a look when I handed him the address. Was it concern or something else?

I was being drawn forward, beckoned forth by some invisible force much stronger than my will to resist. I couldn't stop myself. Could I?

I followed my orders dressing in the outfit that was nothing but leather straps, buckles, and rings. Thankfully I wore it under my normal clothes or else I would have stood the chance of being arrested.

During the ride I thought, why would I allow myself to be used in this manner, as an otherwise heterosexual male, what was it I needed?

Could it be? No, it couldn't. Could it?

Cock!

Did I crave it now?

Now that I knew what I had been missing was I destined to crawl around on my hands and knees begging for it?

I could hear my girlfriends voice in my head answering, "You ask too many questions for a whore, just take that cock..."

"You know this is a rough part of town. You just don't look like you belong here. You sure this is the right address?" The cab driver asked in a delicious accent.

I met his eyes in the rear view mirror, "Yes, the address is correct."

I should have been paying more attention. Before I knew it, we arrived. "Were here," he said flatly extending his hand for payment.

I paid and stepped out into the street.

The taxi sped off.

I was alone.

I looked around. Shit, this was a bad part of town. What am I doing?

I wandered around looking for the door.

There were no building numbers, the neighborhood looked deserted, so there was no one to help.

Finally, I made my way to the large metal door.

I was about to knock when I heard the sounds of mechanical cogs and gears that opened up the door almost as if by magic.

A large man better described as a human wall of muscle greeted me.

"I'm here for ..." I said feebly.

He cut me off with a wave of his hand and pointed down the long hallway without a word.

I walked down the hallway, the end obscured by darkness. My heartbeat increased. What was I doing?

I approached another door and knocked lightly.

The door opened to reveal a large open club empty of all patrons. A large black man with a shaven head and dark glasses gave me a warm welcome, "Hello, I'm so glad you could make it."

"Thanks," is all my shyness could muster in response.

"Like as I explained before this is an exclusive club." He said.

"We cater to a certain clientele." He let that statement hang in the air for a few brief moments then continued, "and you will do nicely – yeah you sure will. Turn around for me."

I turned around.

"Yeah, nothing like a nice little white ass." he said lasciviously.

I said nothing in response.

"You've already been warned that things get pretty wild here and you know what to expect – right?" He questioned.

"No, I don't. My girlfriend just gave me your card and outside of our phone call that's it." I replied.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He said. I couldn't see his eyes, but his smile seemed sincere.

"Follow me to your room." He instructed.

My room?

On the walk I asked, "Where is everyone?"

He looked down at his expensive watch, "Don't worry they'll show up. Your party starts soon."

My party? I wondered what surprises I would get.

He opened the door and ushered me in. "Come on baby, we gotta get you ready," he said.

He led me to the center of the room and ordered me to strip. I complied like an obedient servant. What was I doing?

I stood there naked except for my outfit of leather straps, studs, rings and buckles. I felt vulnerable and simultaneously intoxicated from my deep shame, my shame over wanting this, needing this.

He approached me with the wrist restraints saying, "Now remember a safe word is no good when your mouth is full of cock or a ball gag, so if things get too much just wiggle your left foot – got it?"

"I nodded." feeling the feint stirrings of an erection. What was wrong with me? Why didn't I just run for the exit?

He slowly and methodically restrained me so that I was bent over a large, cushioned contraption like a pommel horse without the hand grabs. It was set low enough so I could be used from both ends.

He bent down on one knee with a blindfold in hand, "Comfortable?"

I nodded.

I looked around the room frantically as the blindfold slipped into place. The journey had begun. I was in darkness. I couldn't move or see.

I started to panic. I took a deep breath to calm myself. What was I doing? It was too late now.

He was still in the room. I heard some noises, then I heard a zipper being pulled down slowly.

What?

Something soft rubbed against my lips. I knew what it was.

I knew what was expected of me, so I opened my mouth and began to suck another man's cock. I could feel his hardness grow inside my mouth. I used my tongue to help tease him along.

His cock grew until it was completely hard. He held my head in place and began thrusting more than I could handle deeply into my throat. My throat convulsed around his hardness.

My throat made involuntary spasms as I gagged. He enjoyed, it immensely "Oh yea suck my cock you little whore. Gag on it."

He didn't stop; he just continued to forcefully shove his cock down my throat.

Being immobilized, I was denied the use of my hands, and I couldn't move my head up or down. Thankfully my gag reflex subsided, and he was able to slide in and out with relative ease.

"You little cock sucking whore. You'll get your fill tonight," he promised or was it a threat.

After a few minutes he tensed up, my mouth finally coaxed out a sputtering orgasm. His animalistic noises died down and he withdrew from my mouth wiping the excess on my cheek.

He placed a ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head. He walked around to my backside, and I felt him writing something across my ass cheeks.

He gave me a hard swat on the ass and left the room, chuckling.

I lost all track of time as I lay there immobilized and blindfolded the taste of another man still fresh in my mouth.

In those quite moments alone, my mind began to race filled with images of being gang raped by a horde of black men. I felt a stirring in my loins that denied any objections I could have made. It's true I'm a slut. My girlfriend knew it before I did, and now I know it too; the thought of being used as a meat puppet for a group of anonymous men just paralyzes me, it turns me into a compliant submissive slave.

That moment of quite reflection was destroyed by the explosion of techno music coming from the main area of the club. It was as if the club spontaneously broke into a frenzy of activity. You could feel the energy and power as it permeated everything. The hypnotic beats pulsed in rhythm with my increasing heart rate.

Even though I was blindfolded I could tell when someone entered the room because for a moment the music would increase in volume.

I heard several voices, talking amongst themselves like I wasn't there or didn't matter just a piece of meat to be used. I could only make out parts of the conversations. Then I heard a loud chanting. I could feel the rush of adrenaline pulsing through my veins and my breathing quickened.

"Fuck that ass."

"Fuck that ass."

"Fuck that ass."

Oh no, what have I gotten myself into? My fantasy of complete submission was out of control. I had a strong sense of danger.

Hands.

Strong hands grabbed my ass forcefully pulling my cheeks apart exposing my vulnerability. I felt a slippery hardness probing searching for my weakness. I wanted to say be gentle, but my ball-gag prevented any communication at all.

The chanting continued over and over.

"Fuck that ass."

A powerful jab into my ass straightened me out with intense pain. The crowd made congratulatory yells as he slides deeply inside.

I gave a helpless muffled cry into my ball-gag. Tears filled my blindfold. It was too much way too much.

My head wiggled from side to side as the spectators gave lewd encouragements to my violator who proceeded to fuck my ass with no regard whatsoever for anything other than his pleasure. He would occasionally slap my ass hard enough to leave bright red handprints. He finished by squirting hot semen all over my bare ass

I was taken over and over again by different sizes and shapes, each eager for release. None of these men suffered from performance anxiety. It was impersonal sex just hop on and hop off without any care for my pleasure just theirs. Even though they were indifferent to my pleasure I had more than my fair share. This went on for hours.

The last man had the kind of cock that was difficult to take without a lot of lube. I bite down hard on my ball gag as my asshole stretched wide to accommodate his girth. My eyes were closed shut behind the blindfold.

Then he began to piston in and out like a sex machine set on high. Who the hell were these guys? That man just fucked me for what seemed like an eternity. He also enjoyed pulling my hair and spanking my ass hard while insulting me with names like slut, whore, and bitch. All names usually reserved for females in my potion, but I understood.

He added his share to the copious amount of cum left all over me. My entire body resembled a canvass splattered not with paint but cum that shot forth from the erect cocks of anonymous men. My tortured ass was deformed out of shape; it was nothing but an obscene hole gapping widely open. I was a modern day expression of a whore. A well-used hole. I thought that my experience was over, but....

My gapping ass was a lewd welcome to some man who decided to see just how much further it would stretch. He began to force his hand up my ass. I clutched the bench I was restrained to and yelled into my ball-gag. He wouldn't stop. He kept stretching me open more and more. I vigorously shook my head back and forth yelling a muffled "NO" into my ball-gag.

Thankfully I remembered to wiggle my left foot, which I did over and over again.

At first, I was overcome with apprehension that he wouldn't stop and would rip my ass apart. I continued to wiggle my left foot and finally the man withdrew his hand mercifully and my ass was saved from further abuse.

"I almost had it all the way in, didn't I?" asked my tormentor.

"Next time." Someone said, as my restraints were loosened, and I was set free. The blood rushed back into my fingers causing them to tingle in a strange way like they had been asleep.

I rolled off the pommel horse, landed on my side with a soft thud, and shooting a massive amount of cum out of my ass across the concrete floor.

"Looks like we got him a little too full." Someone said comically.

I heard everyone filing out. I removed the blindfold and ball-gag. I took a deep breath and just laid there exhausted and emotionally spent. I never knew I was capable of such debauchery.

A little later, my black bald headed host appeared still wearing his dark glasses and inquired about my wellbeing. He was polite and courteous, directing me to the showers, and handing me my clothes nicely folded. I was walking funny, and I could feel the juices running down my legs.

Once I was showered and dressed, he escorted me to the back door with assurances that he had called a taxi to take me home. He handed me a DVD disk and said, "I made a DVD of your performance. Don't worry about the blindfold and gag no one will know who you are. Your privacy is safe and secure. Even though you were blindfolded you'll get to see it after all. See you soon." He smiled a wide grin, and shut the door behind me. The taxi was waiting to take me home.

She met me at the door with arms wide apart. She broke our embrace with a flurry of questions, "how was it?", "what did you do?", "how many?", "tell me everything."

Instead of answering her questions I produced the DVD and said, "this will answer everything."

Wasting no time at all she popped it into the DVD player.

The beginning started off with my harsh throat fucking then he wrote something on my ass cheeks. I had forgotten about that until just then. It said, "slut for black cock" and "fuck me hard."

She paused the movie and asked me to stand up and drop my pants. Sure enough that humiliating writing was still on my ass cheeks, it hadn't washed off in the shower.

Smiling she said, "Permanent marker, baby. That'll be there for a while."

We watched the movie for hours, periodically she would comment, "How wild" or "Oh my god" or "look at you." She enjoyed watching me lay helpless while those men invaded me with their huge erect cocks over and over.

When it was over she looked at me and sensed that I had been broken down and reassembled as a fuck toy for strangers to use in any way they wanted. She made my transition back to normal possible with lots of pampering.

Our cuddling turned sexual as my hyperactive libido was reawakened (was I becoming a nymphomaniac?); I needed to exert my manliness. I brought her slowly and teasingly to orgasm several times with my tongue, lips, fingers, and cock.

We were blissfully exhausted and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.