Becoming, Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Becoming, Ch. 02

... found he couldn't move. After a few moments, there was a sigh. "Not takin' no for an answer, son." A metallic click. He felt his wrists pulled up almost to the ceiling. His legs were moved so that his heels pressed hard against the wall, his ass firmly pushed against the hole. Two more holes in the wall slid discreetly open, and a pair of hands fumbled around, then seized on his muffin-top and were allowed to grasp his hips.

Ankles held spread-eagle as they were, Scott could do nothing but hang onto the leather ropes keeping his arms up as he felt an intense pressure against his asshole. It squirmed around and left something cold behind in a brief absence before returning. Gently, with repeated pressure, it slid through his ring and entered him.

And Scott moaned.

There was a chuckle. "Why bother resisting? You clearly enjoy it in there, boy."

Another object joined the first. Bobby must have made him easy to access, because there was very little resistance from his ass, now.

The fingers withdrew, and the unmistakeable feel of a bulbous mushroom head pushed into him. The hands around his hips seized, dug into his fat The pain, again, was there. But there was a pleasure that was very much a sublime part of it. It flared as the man's cockhead widened his ring during the withdrawal, and sometimes the penis inside his bottom rubbed against something that caused explosions of pleasure inside him.

The feeling was hot, almost liquid, almost like his ass was melting ...

... feeling that would have made him nervous if he hadn't been so compromised, but in this case just felt like his ass was on fire with sensation.

His insides becoming hot, flexible rubber that wrapped themselves around the thick cock plunging in and out of him faster and faster felt so unbelievably good that Scott wondered why he had never tried it before. Why more men weren't trying this. Why wasn'teveryone trying this?

He realised the loud, gasping moans were his own. The hands resting on his hips squeezed and pulled him backward and the penis stopped deep inside him and pulsed. Scott felt an insane urge to cover the other man's hands with his own. A wetness spread through his ass.

There was a shuffling noise, and the pressure from one of the hands vanished. Then, a thick stack of papers were pushed into the chamber. A metallic click and retreating footsteps that sounded like cowboy boots.

Scott glanced downward, dazedly, and saw at least five hundred dollars in bills fluttering to the floor. They joined what appeared to be another $700ish.

A few dicks later, there was a polite knock on his booth. "Gettin' along in there are ye? Fast learner you seem to be, heard a lot of talk about the new girl in booth four, haven't I? The boys is happy and if the boys is happy, well! We're all happy. Can I ask ye what ye made?"

Scott had forgotten. There were a pile of dollar bills in his lap, a few wet with cum. He looked at them critically, the said in a low voice, "I ...