Randy was in the living room, cleaning up from the party the night before. He bent over to pick up an empty beer can and farted out a dollop of cum from his ass. Luckily the thong strap caught it so that he didn't make a mess on the carpet. It was Craig's cum, freshly deposited in his pussy that morning before Craig had left for class.
The party had gone on until around midnight. And Randy had been kept busy, sucking off everyone, except for Chris. Alex and Calvin had even used him together, making Randy go with them to take a piss in the side yard, just around the corner from where Chris, Craig and Mark were swimming in the pool. Randy had been forced to get on his knees, so they could soak him in their piss before making him take turns sucking their cocks until having to hold his mouth open, head back while they both jerked off and shot their loads into his open 'face pussy', as they'd called it. Mark had his turn fucking Randy's face just before leaving with Chris at the end of the night.
That's when he had been told that he'd be sleeping with Craig that night, Craig informing Randy that he was horny from being around Chris all day and so Randy would be taking care of that. Craig had laid back in bed, with Randy between his legs sucking his cock, Craig explained to him that he now owned Randy, and that Randy would pretty much have to get his permission to do anything, including being allowed to cum. Randy wasn't even to touch his dick unless Craig said he could. Randy would be his live-in on demand house fag, since Craig's other boy, Matty, wasn't around. He'd be expected to do all the cleaning, the laundry, the grocery shopping, the cooking, everything that Craig ordered. And Craig intended to share his bitch with all his friends, including Chris when the time was right.
"And you'd like that wouldn't you. You want that. To feel Chris inside you," Craig had asked him, as he fucked up into Randy's face, "Well don't worry, I won't make you wait too long for that."
Those words were playing back in Randy's head now as he cleaned up. Craig knew Randy did want that, to serve his best friend Chris. Of all the cock he'd been made to serve and take in his cunt, Chris' was the one he wanted and yet hadn't had fuck him. So, when Craig finally fed him his load, Randy dreamed of the day that Craig said would eventually come.
"Well, fuck, if that isn't a pretty sight," Randy heard Calvin say from behind him. He quickly stood up and turned to face his new roommate, his face blushing at having Calvin see him wearing nothing but the bright pink thong.
"That's one of Matty's, isn't it," Calvin said, referring to the thong containing Randy's hardening cock. He wondered why it was turning him on to be humiliated like this. Calvin stood there in a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts, his muscled bare chest filling Randy with lust, "Nice to see you dressing the part of a bitch."
"Yes Sir," Randy responded, covering up his crotch to hide his embarrassment, "Craig told me that I am only allowed to wear thongs when I am home alone with either of you."
"Good, and eventually we might just show you off in that even when other people are over visiting," Calvin's words made Randy's dick twitch, and then get fully hard with Calvin's next command, "Hands behind your back and on your knees, bitch."
Randy was quick to obey, despite now exposing his rigid cock straining the pouch of the thong. Calvin sat on the coach and leant forward, looking Randy up and down.
"Ah, is the faggot excited to be in the presence of a man," Calvin asked, commenting on Randy's state.
"Yes Sir," Randy responded, feeling more of Craig's load slip out of his hole.
"Come here," Calvin said, beckoning Randy with a finger extended, "And let's see how eager you are, boy."
Being on his knees, Randy crawled over to the couch, now between Calvin's spread legs. The young man, leaned back and raised his arms to hook his hands behind his head. Randy was overwhelmed by the musk coming from Calvin's crotch and pits. It was a scent that Randy had grown to love. He was caught off guard when Calvin lifted a leg and placed his foot in Randy's face.
"Show me how badly you want to be allowed to take my cock," Calvin ordered, looking directly into Randy's eyes, "Your main purpose is to please me, so do a good job of it."
Randy began by kissing the sole of his feet, his lips touching every inch. When he got to the toes, Calvin pressed his big toe against Randy's lips and they parted, his eyes locked with Calvin's as he smiled and nodded his approval at Randy. He sucked on the toe in his mouth and jumped slightly when he felt Calvin tap at his balls with his other foot.
"Pretend it's my cock in your mouth," Calvin suggested, "Show me how good you are at sucking."
Randy wrapped his lips around the big toe and slathered it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth and trying hard to please Calvin, as the tapping on his balls became a little rougher. He grimaced, but tried to stay concentrated on doing a good job. Calvin popped the toe out of Randy's mouth and rubbed the sole of his foot against his face. Randy stuck out his tongue and tried to lick the foot, as it smeared his own spit around.
"How bad do you want to suck my cock," Calvin asked, rubbing one foot in the faggot's face, while tapping at the faggot's balls with the other.
"I want it so bad, Sir," Randy responded, enduring the rubbing and tapping.
"And why," Rub, tap, "What are you?"
"I'm a faggot," Randy's voice trembled at admitting this to Calvin.
"I'm a faggot, SIR," Calvin emphasized.
"I'm a faggot, Sir," Randy responded, looking at Calvin as he squeezed Randy's nose between his toes and kicked his balls not so gently. Randy did his best to remain still and not make a sound.
"Actually, why don't you call me Daddy," Calvin said, smiling as he released Randy's nose, slapping his face with his foot before lowering it to the floor. He spread his legs wide and pulled up one of the legs of his basketball shorts to reveal the hard cock hidden underneath. He drew Randy's head down into his crotch and began to rub his face around on his balls, "Now say it again properly."
"Please Daddy," Randy begged, the smell of Calvin's balls drove him wild and he couldn't stop himself from licking at them, rooting his nose around in the young man's crotch.
"Say it," Calvin's tone made it clear what he expected.
"I'm a faggot, Daddy," Randy mumbled before going to suck on the sweaty balls, his mouth watering at the taste of the salty sweat.
"LOUDER," Calvin ordered, pulling Randy's head back by the hair, so that he was looking down into his eyes.
"I'M A FAGGOT, DADDY," Randy was overcome with desire for this man who he had only just met this weekend.
"Good bitch," Calvin sounded pleased as he shoved his cock into Randy's mouth and pulled Randy down on to it by the hair, the cock going straight down his throat. Randy choked on it. He struggled to pull off, but Calvin held him in place.
"Nope, nope, stay on it," Calvin ordered, wrapping his arms around Randy's head to hold it in his lap, his dick wedged in the fag's throat. Finally, when Randy felt like he might pass out, he used his hands to push off Calvin and felt the length of the dick exit his throat.
"Fuck, your throat felt nice wrapped around my cock," Calvin sighed, "Do that again."
Randy coughed a few times, but went back down on Calvin's dick, at first sucking on the head before going down the length of it. When the head of the dick hit the back of his throat, he hesitated, not sure if he could take it further.
"Come on, choke on it, you can do it, gag yourself," Calvin encouraged him.
Trying to relax his throat, Randy attempted to take the cock, but his throat resisted. Calvin placed a hand on the back of his head, and gently pushed down, to help Randy. And that did the trick, the cock popped in and Randy took the length of the cock down his throat to the base, his chin resting on Calvin's balls, his nose nestled in the pubes, breathing in the smell of his crotch.
"Fuck, good bitch, you suck cock way better than your little brother or cousin," Calvin informed Randy, who tried to sit up, shocked to hear Calvin talk about Darren and Scotty. But Calvin held him down. He could actually feel it throbbing in his throat, "Yeah, I got to meet them this summer with my friends. They were both eager to take dick, but not as hungry as you. Remind me later and I'll tell you all about it."
With the cock cutting off his air supply, Randy began to see spots and struggled to take a breath around the dick. His head was spinning between the smell of Calvin, the feel of the cock down his throat, and the knowledge that Calvin had both Darren and Scotty suck his cock. And apparently more than just his. Calvin held him down on his cock with one arm and bent over Randy's struggling body, to feel up his ass.
"Fuuuuuck, that pussy feels juicy," Calvin moaned, as he sat back up and pushed Randy off his dick, "Turn around and show me that cunt."
Once Calvin shoved him off, Randy fell back on his ass, gasping for breath. But even as he tried to fill his lungs with air, he did as he was told and got on all fours, turning to show Calvin his ass.
"Ass up, head down," Calvin ordered and Randy obeyed, "Fuck, that's a pretty pussy baby. Is that cum I see leaking out?"
"Yes Sir," Randy was happy his face was pressed to the floor so that Calvin couldn't see the mortified look on his face, to have to admit that he had sperm leaking out of his ass.
"And who's cum is in your pussy right now, faggot," Calvin taunted, fully understanding how humiliating it was for Randy to be like this. He slapped Randy's ass to just further emphasize this.
"It's Craig's cum from this morning, Sir," Randy admitted, wincing at the sting on his ass cheek and clenching his ass to not let more cum seep out.
"Push it out, let me see how much he pumped into you," Calvin ordered, "Reach back and play with your pussy."
After everything that Randy had endured this summer, he was surprised that he could feel embarrassed still. But as he reached back with both hands, he could feel his face turn a dark red as it was pressed to the carpet. Calvin reached forward and helped him out by moving the thong strap to the side, at the same time sliding a finger over Randy's asshole, making him shudder in excitement from the touch. Randy moaned when Calvin spit on it and slide a finger into him, gently and only for a moment before he sat back to enjoy the show.
"Spread that ass and show off that pussy to me, let Daddy see how bad you want to get fucked."
Randy had to admit, it felt good to rub his pussy. It felt right to be exposed like this to this man, willingly displayed to a superior male and presenting his cunt and trying his best to get another cock inside him. For just a moment, Randy wondered at what point he had truly become a faggot and so desperate for cock. Even though it felt degrading to be treated like this, he dealt with the internal struggle between his hunger for cock and admitting what he was now, what he imagined he'd always been.
"Fuck baby, rub that hole, rub those cunt lips," Calvin's voice was thick with lust. And Randy did as he was told, embarrassed at the noises his wet pussy made as he caressed it, "Damn, is that pussy talking to me?"
"Yes Sir."
"Yes, Daddy," Calvin reminded him, "What's it saying?"
"It's saying it needs your cock," Randy's dignity collapsed, allowing himself to behave like a total slut.
"Is that right, baby, is it saying it needs another load?"
"Yes, Daddy," Randy was lost in his hunger for this man's cock. He continued to rub his pussy and began to wiggle his ass, hoping to please his Daddy. He could hear Calvin jerking his cock, the pace quickening the longer this went on.
"Good boy," Calvin cooed, getting up off the couch. Randy felt Calvin's hips press against him, wasting no time before stuffing Randy full of cock. Calvin slammed into Randy's ass in one thrust, using Craig's cum as lube to ease the entry. They were both moaning as Calvin humped into the pussy clenched around his cock. Calvin mounted his bitch, keeping Randy fully impaled as he fucked him in short thrusts.
The feel of the thick cock stretching his pussy was just what Randy had wanted. To feel the weight of this muscular young man on him, as he fucked Randy for the first time, but certainly not the last. There was no denying that Calvin was using him, not having bothered to remove his shorts, Randy in just a thong on the floor, ass up and full of cock.
"Fuck yeah, baby," Calvin shouted above Randy, thrusting hard and deep into his new bitch, "Here's Daddy's seed you wanted!"
Randy felt the cock in his ass expand right before cum unloaded into him. Blast after blast of hot sperm coated his insides, adding to what Craig has planted earlier. And lost in lust, Randy couldn't help himself, "Please Daddy."
"Good boy!" Calvin sounded completely satisfied as he hunched over Randy and tried to force even more of his spasming cock into the pussy that was milking it, "And why do you need Daddy's cum in your pussy, boy?"
As the cum continued to flood his cunt, Randy nearly sobbed and gave up any shred of self-respect he might have had left, "Because I'm a fucking faggot, Daddy."
"That's right, boy, Daddy's little faggot," Calvin said almost affectionately, as he extracted his spent cock from the newly claimed cunt, "Now I'm gonna go get ready for class. Finish cleaning up the house and enjoy having two loads deep in your cunt. Keep our seed in there as long as you can."
Randy couldn't move. He just lay there in a blissful state as Calvin stood up and left the room, "Oh, and enjoy your first day at work, bitch."