“Do you ever think about that time in the basement?” Bill asked. His fathomless brown eyes trapped mine in an inescapable gaze. I couldn’t look away and I couldn’t lie.
“Which time?” I evaded. “We practically lived down there for four years.”
“You know the time,” he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, well… I guess once in a while.”
He nodded gravely. A blink gave me the chance I needed to look somewhere, anywhere else. But the conversation wasn’t over.
Bill whispered, “I think about it a lot.”
“Yeah, man,” he replied. “I feel bad.”
“Oh…” I nodded as if I knew, “well it didn’t mean you were gay or anything. We were just—”
“Not because of that,” Bill interrupted. “You just looked so freaked out when I left. I’m sorry, man. I shouldn’t have been so rough, and I definitely never should have called you a fa… well, you know.”
I’d rarely seen the guy looking tearful, but I found myself staring into watery eyes as I realized what he meant. “Well, thanks, but that’s not why I was freaked out.”
He stared at me expectantly for a moment before prompting, “It wasn’t?”
“No,” I paused and took a deep breath before admitting, “it was because I liked it.”
“But you were so tight, you were crying. It hurt, didn’t it?”
“Oh, it hurt—it felt like you were shoving a beer can in there—but it was incredible.” I could barely breathe as I recounted it. “You felt so strong, pinning me to the couch with those big nuts slapping against me.”
“Faggot,” he whispered and I nodded, chewing my lower lip. “Man, remember when you kicked the shit out of Kevin Wilson for calling you that?”
I laughed a little and said, “It just sounds different from you, like you’re just asserting your dominance. Like you’re claiming me or something.”
“Fuck,” Bill grinned, “you know, I never would have admitted it, but I loved making you my bitch that night. It made me feel like such a fuckin’ alpha dog.”
“Did you ever… with another guy?”
“Nah,” he shook his head. “I felt like a damn monster. We didn’t even hang out for like months.”
“I just thought you were avoiding me.”
“Maybe I was,” he admitted. “I got Betty to let me fuck her in the ass a few times, but it wasn’t the same. Did you?”
I nodded and took a breath, “Yeah, a few times before I met Emily.”
“No wonder she had you so whipped if you were a…” he paused until I nodded, “… faggot.”
“So how about it, faggot?” Bill growled as he moved closer. “You want to get on your knees for a real man again?”
I let my hands fall to the enormous round bulge in his jeans. It was soft, coiled in his briefs into a tight ball of man flesh that started to swell at my touch. “You’re even bigger than I remember.” I pressed against him, my chest to his belly, and looked up into his dark eyes.
His arms constricted around me and he leaned down, the softness of his thick beard pressed against my face as our lips met. He lowered his hands down my back to cup my ass and lift me up off the ground. My feet dangled below me as we kissed. His jeans stretched around his growing manhood.
“You’re soft,” he muttered between my lips. “I was too scared to kiss you last time, but you feel just like a woman.”
“You don’t,” I whispered with a chuckle.
His chest rumbled against me with a low laugh. I could feel his powerful heartbeats quickening when he enveloped my mouth with his own, forcing my lips apart with his tongue and filling me up as I fondled the enormous snake slithering down his thigh. He slid a hand under my clothes and let me feel the warmth of his strong fingers between my cheeks. His dry middle finger teased my hole relentlessly as he carried me over and pinned me against a wall.
“What is this?” Bill asked, pushing his fingertip inside me.
“M-my ass,” I answered, my lips quivering with painful pleasure.
He shook his head, scraping his thick beard across my face with every turn, and corrected me, “Not anymore. This is your pussy now.” He let my weight rest on his finger and lowered my hole down to the dry knuckle. “I’m gonna breed this cunt whenever I want. Aren’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” I howled as he explored my insides with his buried digit.
“I’m gonna put a baby in your belly. I bet you’d like that.” His breath was hot on my face, steaming over me like the eager exhalation of a ravenous beast. “Just imagine, your skinny little body swollen with one of my big boys in your belly.”
Bill pulled out of me and dropped me to the ground like a sack of potatoes, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and flinging his jeans open to free his gargantuan dick and the pendulous balls hanging below it. He grinned down at me as I collected myself, and he said, “You can crawl out of here or you can put those lips around this dick again, but just know, you’ll be mine forever after that. And I won’t hold back on you this time.”
I lowered my eyes from his handsome face to the manhood staring down at me, dripping with excitement. It was full and thick, and brimming with Bill’s seed, and there was no going back. I rose up onto my knees and pressed my lips around his massive purple head. I chose to be Bill’s faggot.
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