Joshua was being fucked hard by his partner Stephen, and it hurt, it really did hurt something fierce. Of course, that wasn’t surprising seeing how Joshua’s fuck hole was virgin – or at least had been virgin until yesterday evening when Mike Proctor had his way with him for the first time. Proctor lived in the apartment next door, and it had been obvious from the moment we’d moved in two months ago that he despised both Stephen and I, Joshua as a pair of ‘disgusting fruitcakes.’ I had actually grown used to his sneers and insults as the neighbor passed me in the apartment house’s corridors. He resented us, of course, but I never thought we’d progress from the verbal to the physical.
As things developed, though I didn’t realize it until last night, Proctor had actually escalated matters two weeks ago, when he cornered Stephen in the laundry room and took what he wanted. Proctor had taken photos and a video of the assault and threatened to show them to Joshua unless Stephen agreed to continue to sexually service him whenever he wanted it.
Stephan hadn’t known what to do. Proctor had really hurt him when he fucked him. In fact it seemed like he’d gone out of his way to make his assault as painful and degrading as possible. Stephan definitely wasn’t looking forward to becoming the Man’s fuck-bitch. But the problem was he had cheated on Joshua in the past and Joshua had found out about it and warned him that, if he ever did it again, that would be it as far as their relationship was concerned. Stephan was afraid that if Proctor showed Joshua the photos or the video, Joshua would immediately conclude that Stephan had, once again, cheated on him and end their marriage. And so, reluctantly, he agreed to sexually service Proctor on demand.
What Stephan hadn’t counted on was how demanding Proctor was going to be. In short order, Stephan found himself sexually servicing the homophobe two, three times a day, every day. Far from enjoying it, every fuck that Proctor threw into him was as painful and demeaning as that first one in the apartment house laundry room. Given that level of use, it was inevitable that Joshua would find out and yesterday, when he did, Stephan’s husband just exploded. Tearfully, terrified of losing his husband, Stephan confessed everything.
Scarcely mollified by the explanation, Joshua gave Stephan an awesome ass-tanning and absolutely forbade him from ever servicing Proctor again. And then, in a blind fury, Joshua stormed into Proctor’s apartment to confront him.
Proctor stood there quietly, actually smirking, as Joshua raged against him. He let the smaller boy go on for about five minutes and then, with deliberate slowness he hauled off and bitch-slapped Joshua with enough force that Joshua almost fell down. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you, faggot. Just get out of those fucking clothes. Now!”
“What?” Joshua exclaimed, his mind still reeling from the force of the blow.
“You heard me, faggot,” Proctor sneered at him. “Strip naked. I’m gonna fuck you just like I fucked your bitch.”
“Fuck you,” Joshua retorted. But the words were scarcely out of his mouth before Proctor began pummeling him with his fists. It was obvious from the get-go that Joshua was over-matched and in less than two minutes, Proctor had Joshua butt-naked on the floor, his legs spread far apart, Joshua’s virgin boy-hole just waiting to be ravished.
Joshua was sobbing softly, knowing what was about to happen, when he heard Proctor tell him, “You faggots need to learn your place in life and I’m just the Man to teach you.” Proctor had stripped off his clothes revealing a huge 10-inch horse-cock, already fully-aroused and leaking pre. But, before he mounted up, he stopped to pick up his iPhone. He punched in a number and then simply said, “Get your faggot ass over here, bitch. Now.” A minute later, the door to his apartment opened and in came Stephan.
“Oh, my God,” was all the boy could say. It was all too obvious what was about to happen. His husband, Joshua, was stretched-out naked on the floor, his legs widely-spread and right behind him Proctor was aiming his massive cock – the cock that Stephan now knew so well – right at Joshua’s puckered anal entryway. Joshua was about to be fucked.
Proctor gave Stephan a quick glance. “You know the rules, faggot. Lose the fucking clothes.”
“Yes, sir,” Stephan immediately replied as he began stripping down. In a minute he was as naked as his husband.
“Now get your ass over here, faggot,” Proctor ordered. “I want you to have a ringside seat as I bitch out your husband.”
“Yes, sir,” Stephan responded moving right next to where his husband was spread-out on the floor. And there, as he watched in horror, Proctor proceeded to rail the hell out of his husband, claiming his cherry.
Just like Stephan had two weeks earlier, Joshua squealed and screamed as Proctor cored him out. If anything, the assault was even more brutal and unrelenting than the one Stephan had suffered the first time Proctor had banged his ass. And Stephan wasn’t surprised that even when it became obvious that Proctor had spewed one load of his babymakers up Joshua’s freshly riven fuck-chute, he didn’t pull out before he started working on his second nut.
But Stephan was surprised by what happened when Proctor finally got his second nut. Roughly, their mutual assailant yanked his cock out of Joshua’s hole and proceeded to roll the boy over onto his back. And then, to Stephan’s total shock, he turned to Stephan and said, “Okay, faggot, you’re up now. I want you to fuck the crap out of your faggot husband.”
As Joshua’s bottom, Stephan had never fucked his husband before. Had never even contemplated doing so. And he was mortified at the prospect. But two weeks as Proctor’s fuck-bitch had shown the boy that he had no choice but to do whatever Proctor ordered. He crawled in between Joshua’s legs and raised them into the air. He was surprised to find how hard his cock was as he wedged it against his husband’s already-ravaged anal opening. What didn’t surprise Stephan was the look of horror on his husband’s face as the realization that he was about to be fucked by his own bottom struck home.
“Get to it, faggot,” Proctor ordered when he saw Stephan hesitate. “And fuck your faggot husband hard, real hard. If I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job, I’ll beat the crap out of both of you when you’re done.”
Having dealt with Proctor for the last two weeks, Stephan didn’t have the slightest doubt that the man would carry through on his threat, so Stephan steeled himself and brutally rammed his boycock up into his husband’s bruised and aching fuck-hole. Joshua’s eyes flinched as Stephan’s boy-cock drove up his now-sticky boypussy, and it was obvious to Stephan that his husband found the assault not only painful but inexpressibly humiliating.
Stephan was more than a little embarrassed himself to realize that he was physically enjoying the feel of Joshua’s tight cunt-hole struggling to accommodate Stephan’s hard dick. But, embarrassed or not, Stephan was mindful of Proctor’s threat to fist-fuck them both so he proceeded to fuck his husband as hard and as brutally as he could. Well before he finally shot his load, Stephan had his husband squealing and crying just like Proctor had done before him. And he spewed a huge load of boy-juice deep inside his husband’s new cunt when he finally did cum.
“Good job, faggot,” Proctor laughed as a stream of spent spunk began flowing out of Joshua’s stretched-out fuck-hole when Stephan withdrew his softening cock. “You gave your faggot husband a good cunting – something you’ll be doing a lot from now on. But right now, it’s your cunt that could stand a good coring so show me your pussy, faggot. Show me the cunt-hole that’s going to get my next load.”
Like Proctor had trained him over the previous two weeks, Stephan immediately got to his feet, turned around and bent over, and then reached back and separated his ass-cheeks apart, giving Proctor a good view of Stephan’s own leaking cunt. And in less than a minute, it was Stephan’s turn to squeal and moan as he took a hard fucking.
Proctor kept the two faggots in his apartment until well past midnight, showing the same unflagging stamina that Stephan had come to expect, generally alternating between fucking the two fags but also making sure that Stephan fucked his husband two more times before he let them finally take their cum-filled pussies back to their own apartment.
But as they were leaving, Proctor had one last humiliation for Joshua. “Faggot,” he said, getting right in Joshua’s face, “you need to understand that your days of playing the stud are over. From now on it’s your pussy that gets fucked by your fag boyfriend. If I ever try out your cunt and find that it’s not already leaking boy-scum, it’s my fist you’ll both feel pounding out your pussies. Understand, faggot?”
“Yes…Yes, sir,” Joshua stuttered, his mind reeling as he tried to comprehend how he’d ended up getting cunted-out, how he’d ended up as this homophobe’s faggot-bitch. He was anxious just to get away and try to figure out what he could do to extract himself and Stephan from the situation they now found themselves in.
But no sooner had Joshua and Stephan reached the relative safety of their own apartment than Joshua understood how impossible it would be to go back to what things had been. Joshua had just shrugged off the remnants of his ripped and torn shirt when Stephan piped up and said, “I know you’re not going to believe this, Josh, but I’m still horny.”
Joshua looked at his husband, the incredulity clear on his face. “Steph, there’s no fucking way I could get it up right now. No fucking way.”
Stephan gave Joshua a quizzical look and slowly said, “I wasn’t planning on having you fuck me, Josh. I'm hot to fuck you – again. I thought Master Proctor made it clear that your topping days are over. I’m in charge here now and I’m still horny. So you just get down on the bed and raise your legs and I’ll take it from there.”
Joshua was so shocked by the dominant tone that Stephan had used in telling him to get on the bed and raise his legs that he found himself doing just that. And the next thing that Joshua knew he was being cunted-out yet again. Stephan kept at it, on and off, for the rest of the night.
Joshua was exhausted and his poor ass was hurting something fierce by the next morning. But no sooner had he got up and made a pot of coffee that Stephan called him back into the bedroom. “We need to keep your cunt full of spunk, Josh,” he explained as he ordered Joshua to lower his briefs so he could fuck him again.
And Josh found himself begging his husband not to fuck him again. “Please, Steph,” he pleaded. “Give me a break. My hole is so sore, so sore from all the fucking it’s taken since last night. Please don’t fuck me again right now.”
“Sorry, Josh,” Stephan replied. “But you heard Master Proctor. He expects your pussy to be filled with cum whenever he fucks it or he’s going to fist-fuck us both, and I’m not about to risk that. So get your ass on the bed and your legs in the air. You need another load of my cum up that sweet pussy of yours.”
Dejectedly, the will to resist having literally been fucked out of him, Joshua did what he was told. Mere moments later, Stephan had pulled down Joshua’s briefs and was plugging away inside his husband’s sore and aching fuck-hole. “Don’t worry, Josh,” Stephan attempted to soothe Joshua as he kissed him, “in time you’ll get used to it – used to being fucked all the time by Master Proctor and his friends, used to being the boi-wife in our marriage.” He kept kissing his former husband for a while and then pulled back before adding, “after all, Josh, you don’t have any choice, do you?”
And that was the thing. Joshua didn’t have any choice. He was now Proctor’s faggot fuck-bitch just like he was now the boi-wife in his marriage. He was the dude on the bottom, the dude getting fuck with no say-so as to where or when or even who. And as Stephan started really throwing it to him as he fucked him, causing Joshua to squeal, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” just like a little bitch getting her pussy pounded into mush, he couldn’t keep the tears from flowing. He wasn’t just a faggot fuck bitch. He was the omega bitch, the low man on the totem pole, the bitch everyone, EVERYONE, fucked. And that was exactly how he felt. Fucked. Totally fucked. By everyone.
