Becoming, Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Becoming, Ch. 02

... as a hundred dollar bill was pushed through the hole. There was a click, and the leather ropes slackened. Scott almost fell face-first into the wall but was able to brace himself.

He was still staring at the hundred dollar bill. He couldfeel his mind responding to the sight of the money. It was as though something was whispering into his ear.Look at that. You did so well. It wasn't that bad. A hundred bucks for ten, fifteen minutes worth of work? You just made between $600 and $400 an hour, slut.

Thoughts like these bounced around, pink and neon and drunk inside his mind, echoing and mutating until eventually a few more words emerged; a new phrase.

The mental sight of a cock and the question,Can I do that again?

Just go with it. You're a cocksucker tonight.

Scott's mind was melting into a cacophony of conflicting noises. New things were emerging. There was something about having sucked his first cock that made the prospect of sucking another cock... acceptable. There was something about taking a dick in his ass that made the thought of taking another dick in his ass... acceptable.

Then, there was the memory of his massive orgasm with Bobby's cock slamming into him, andthat made the thought of being fucked by men not just acceptable but arousing.

The same thoughts would have revolted him just hours ago.

But there was no time for that now. Another cock had slid through a hole and with his body still trembling from the agony of the rack above and his ...

... mind trembling with uncertainty from all these recent experiences, he simply allowed himself to get to work.

Scott gave himself permission to suck that cock. He did not want to hear that click, or feel the ropes pull at his limbs ever again. As this next cock slid through his lips and into his mouth, as he tasted the new person's skin, wrapped his lips around the thick, veiny shaft, he began trying to figure out what to do. He kept his teeth out of the way, used his hand to stroke the shaft when he pulled back, twirled his tongue around the bulbous tip...

It felt like mere moments before he felt the cock jerk and felt that warmth fill his mouth. This time it was sweet and stuck to the inside of his mouth a bit. He had to swallow twice. This time, only $80 made it through the hole but he was more thinking to himself,did I just enjoy that? Or was I only trying to do a good job.

Was there a difference?

Scott began to lose track of how many cocks he had sucked. Not because it was an overwhelming number, but more because he felt... overwhelmed. Oversaturated. And dizzy, drunk, and drugged as he was, just focusing was hard.

But there were quite a few dollar bills on the floor and a certain amount of cum drying around his mouth before a Southern-tinted voice asked "What size are you?"

Almost face-fucked senseless, Scott immediately answered, "Fat."

"Perfect. Square up that arse with the hole, boy. Four times pay. I know the rules."

Scott's brain locked up. He ...