Becoming Depraved (mmmm)

It felt wonderful. It was silky soft yet so hard. I caressed his cock with both my hands, watching it as he smiled down at me.

Magnus was five years older than me, and we had met in my first year at university. I was a slim short guy, with long blond hair but otherwise no hair growth at all to speak of. We had met at a university party and immediately became friends. He was very busy in his final year, and we only met a few times until, at another big university club evening, we ended up walking home, quite drunk, when he suddenly stopped me and pushed me against a wall.

"I am so hot for you, Ted."

He looked me straight in the eyes as he leaned in and kissed me. It felt wonderful and I melted under his hands. We continued the short distance to his student flat, without saying another word. I followed him up and when inside he quickly undressed and so did I. It was just one room with a small kitchenette in a corner and an attached shower and toilet.

"Let's masturbate together in the bathroom ..."

He was a handsome man. He was athletic, tall and muscular with short cut brown hair and brown eyes.

I followed him into the bathroom, and we squeezed in and started wanking off.

"Do you want to feel my cock?"

"Yes ... " I hissed and immediately switched and started caressing him.

He smiled and leaned back against the wall. I masturbated him with my right and my own cock with my left and I felt we were both close.

"I'm coooooooming ...." He moaned out loud and shot a big load out onto the floor.

I climaxed too and soon we both landed in his bed, and I almost immediately fell asleep in his big arms, drunk, in love and exhausted.

When I woke up Magnus was already gone. He had left a note, saying thank you and that he would call me. I got up and dressed and realized I knew very little about Magnus, but I knew I wanted to meet him again.

He messaged me in the afternoon, asking if I felt Ok and if I wanted to take a short city holiday with him by rail, the coming weekend. I answered that I was very fine, with a big smiley and a heart, and said I'd love to join him for a weekend break but that I didn't have a lot of money.

"Wonderful! Don't worry, I'll arrange the financing. See you at the central station for the night train to Amsterdam on Thursday then."

I couldn't wait for the days to pass fast enough and finally the day arrived. I packed lightly, as we were only going for a few days: I wore a pair of jeans and sneakers, t-shirts, a jacket, and brought some underwear and tooth brush. I was spot on time, at eleven in the evening, at the station and waited for him by the track. When he arrived, he smiled broadly and gave me a short manly hug and we boarded. We had a sleeping compartment all to ourselves, with the beds already made. The train started and the regular sounds of the moving train filled our little world.

"Let's go to bed shall we ..." he smiled, put his backpack away and started to undress. I did the same. He pointed to the lower bunk, and I slid in naked, waiting for him with a thumping heart and raging hardon. I watched as he walked around, his big cock standing right out, arranging his things.

There was a knock on the door and the conductor asked to see our tickets. Magnus grabbed my t shirt and hid his cock as he opened. The conductor, an older man with a big moustache, looked at him and then stared long at me and smiled broadly. He checked our tickets and said:

"Enjoy the ride fella's and let me know if I can be of any assistance."

Magnus turned to me.

"I think he wants to be sucked off by you, Ted. Now -- I want to see you masturbate and shoot a load over yourself!"

Magnus' words rang in my head as I pulled away the cover and started stroking my rock-hard erection. I moved closer to the edge, so that Magnus got a better view. He stood above me caressing himself as he watched.

It was incredibly erotic and although I tried to hold it off as long as I could, I eventually erupted in a long incredible climax. I sprayed my stomach and chest with a big load. Magnus exploded shortly afterwards and shot rope after rope of cum over my chest and stomach too.

"Fuck that was so hot," he panted as he lay down next to me.

He smiled happily at me and caressed my face as he kissed me deeply.

"I am so glad I found you, Ted and that you want to take this trip with me."

"Me too ..." I whispered back.

He scooped up some of our mixed cum with his index finger and brought it to my mouth. Without a word I licked the salty sticky semen off his finger. He repeated it a few times, laughing softly.

"You are my cum slut now Ted ..."

I nodded.

We soon drifted off into sleep and woke up by the alarm clock as we rolled into Amsterdam main station.

I had never been to the city before, but Magnus showed us around. We left our backpacks at the station and then walked along the canals and had coffee and food in various cozy cafés. We went to the impressive Van Gogh Museum, and by the evening he took me to the red-light district. I was amazed and aroused by the many prostitutes in their pink lit windows and the whole atmosphere.

He pulled me into one of the many adult stores with video booths in the back. We squeezed into one of them and he chose a gay film for us to watch. The plot was simple, with two men using a young man as their sex toy at work.

"I want you to suck me off Ted!"

I didn't even hesitate but slid down on my knees, opened his pants and started kissing and licking his cock. It felt natural and exciting. I took the big mushroom head in my mouth and started sucking him as I gently caressed him. He was uncut, quite big and thick, with a gently upwards curved penis. As the sounds of the men fucking the young man in the movie got louder, I started mouth fucking him.

"I want to remember this forever!"

He pulled out his mobile and took a few pictures of me, with his cock in my mouth.

"Fuck yes Ted, that feels sooooo good! I'm going to unload in your mouth!"

He grabbed my head and helped me with the rhythm.

Just as the men in the porn movie came, Magnus shot his cum into my mouth too. It was sticky and salty and fresh, and I felt happy. I swallowed his big load and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, my cock sucker! Come we ought to move ... our night train to Paris leaves in an hour."

I licked my lips as I got up and we quickly left, but not before Magnus managed to buy me a but plug and some lubricant. We got our luggage and boarded the evening high-speed train to Paris, via Brussels. As it wasn't a long journey we sat the whole way. I dozed off, filled with impressions and feelings. When the conductor came by to check our tickets, it turned out to be the same one that had checked them before.

"Are you boys having a good time? Have you been as naughty in Amsterdam as on my night train there?"

"Yes ... Ted here is a pleasure trove ..." Magnus laughed.

The conductor smiled long at me, blinked, turned and continued checking the other passengers' documents.

We arrived at midnight in Paris. Magnus had found a simple cheap hotel near the station. We checked in and once in our room, Magnus had me lube up my ass hole and put the but plug in. After that I immediately fell asleep, exhausted, in Magnus arms. We awoke to a brilliant day and soon Magnus showed me around. We had croissants and coffee in bistros, saw the Eiffel tower and Champs Élysées and the museum of modern art, and much more. My legs were very tired when we sat down and had a pastis at the end of the day. I still had the but plug inside me and the tension between us was palpable. I had fallen completely under his spell.

A little drunk, we continued to Paris' red-light district, which was filled with adult shops and strip clubs and bars. He took me under the arm, and we entered a three story shop filled with sexy clothes.

"I want to buy you some new clothes, Teddy"

I don't know if it was because I was drunk, on pastis and love, or it was a deeper urge, but I soon was in a changing booth trying on various sexy clothes. When I finally stepped out, I wore a very short green skirt, net stay-up stockings, no underwear, red high heels, a tight black corset with fake tits, a short leather jacket, and a tight black leather collar with a silver ring and the word slut in glossy black letters. Magnus held a glitchy handbag with lipstick, mascara and eyeliner that he had chosen for me and had helped me put on. I felt completely transformed and incredibly aroused. Magnus paid for it all, and added a pearl necklace, two looped clip-on earrings and a handful of bracelets with trinkets on them.

Out on the street, Magnus helped me put on the earrings and bracelets and he took my arm and helped me walk down the street to the closest bar.

We stepped in and I felt a dozen hungry eyes eat me up. Magnus ordered us some wine and we sat down at the bar. The place was quite full. A stripper performed on a small stage at the far end, and the music and chatter filled my ears. I sipped my wine, and every now and again I felt hands on my ass. Magnus enjoyed the striptease and stroked the inside of my thigh.

Suddenly a large Asian man in a suit put his arm around me, and addressed Magnus:

"She's very sweet, how much?"

His English was quite poor, and he had clearly had quite some beer already. He looked clean and distinguished and quite out of place.

"Fifty for a blowjob and one hundred for a straight fuck, and additional for extras."

The Asian man pulled out a one hundred bill and Magnus took it. I couldn't believe what was just happening.

"It's good for our travel budget," Magnus whispered in my ear.

The man put his arm around me and pulled me along. Magnus followed up a narrow staircase and into a corridor with lots of doors. The Japanese opened them until he found an empty one and we all entered. The room was small, painted in red, with a soft single light bulb up above. There was a narrow bed with red synthetic sheets, a chair and wash basin in a corner.

"Suck me first!" the Asian man commanded,

I looked at Magnus, confused and too surprised to protest. I began to wonder if I actually wanted this, it was strangely exciting. I knelt before the unknown man and opened his pants and took out his half erect cock. Magnus sat down on the chair and look on, smiling, as I started sucking this stranger. He smelt manly and tasted Ok. He wasn't very thick but quite long. I soon got him fully erect, and he order me to get onto the bed on all four. I obeyed. He grunted and laughed as he saw the but plug and slowly pulled it out and fucked me a few times with it, before positioning himself at my entrance. I bit my lip, knowing that this was my very first ass fucking ever. I has watched men take it in porn movies many times, and knew I wanted to try it, and now here I was ... soon to be fucked like a whore.

The Asian man entered me in one hard push, and I cried out aloud. This prompted him to put two fingers in my mouth, as he started fucking me, slow at first and then fast. He altered rhythm and he continued for what seemed like half an hour, but finally he reached his orgasm. He shouted and grunted as he filled my ass with his cream. He slapped my ass hard a few times, then pulled out, zipped up and left without a word.

I remained on all four, breathing hard, as looking at Magnus. He got up and unzipped as he approached me.

"Fuck, that was soooo hot to watch, my little whore!"

I remained still as he positioned himself behind me, grabbed my hips and slowly penetrated my ass, still wet and dripping from the stranger's sperm.

"God, your ass feels heavenly!"

"OOoooh Magnus ... what you do with me .... "

He fucked me slowly and lovingly and we kissed now and again, until he erupted. I felt him pulsate deep inside me. He finally pulled out and I felt it drip out of me, down my thighs.

"I want to cum too Magnus," I whispered.

"No. you may not, my sissy. Only when I give you permission. Come, its time to go back. Tomorrow is London-day."

I demurely got up and we left. We got a taxi back to our hotel and I showered warm and long before tucking into bed next to Magnus, who had already fallen asleep.

The next morning Magnus woke me up early, saying we had to hurry. I hesitated about what to wear, but Magnus instructed me to wear my ordinary jeans and t-shirt. Soon we were on the Eurostar and headed for London, another city I had never seen. Magnus had me read a book he had picked up at one of the adult stores, with erotic stories of men sexually submitting to dominant men. I knew my position and role all too well now.

I was impressed by London. He again showed me around, after having dumped our things in a luggage storage. We only had one day, and there were lots to see: the Tower Bridge, Trafalgar Square, the Thames, St Paul's Cathedral. We had a sandwich lunch and drank some wine. At five o 'clock Magnus said we had to take a black cab and fetch my clothes to go somewhere special. He had made an appointment for us. Soon, we were back in the cab with my slut clothes, handbag, makeup and but plug, heading South somewhere. Before long we stopped by what looked like an ordinary London street with three storied houses with small shops on the bottom floor. We entered a dark brick building, with a sign by the front door saying, 'Kate's Professional Photography Studio'. We walked up some stairs and entered a big room. There were lights and photography equipment all around. A stunning tall Asian lady greeted us, and behind her was a middle-aged man with a big beard arranging a camera set together with a young middle eastern looking assistant.

"Welcome, we're all ready for the photo session ...."

"Great, thanks ... and is Jonathan coming?"

"Yes, he'll be here in half an hour."

Magnus presented me to the middle-aged photographer, Jeremy, and his young assistant, Abdullah. We shook hands, and I felt extremely awkward.

"Let's get started then ...," Jeremy suggested.

"Yes, Ted - get naked and follow Jeremy's and Abdullah's instructions."

I was very confused. But again, I did as they ordered me. The Asian lady, who turned out to be Kate herself, showed me two armchairs and told me to put my clothes on one. Magnus sat down in the other and Kate brought him a beer.

Jeremy instructed me to step out in front of a backdrop and pose. He and Abdullah checked the lights as they started taking pictures of me. They told me to pose in various ways, like with my hands above my head, kneeling, lying on the side. At first, I just felt silly and embarrassed but with some encouragements, and after some time, I got more and more aroused.

"Time for some props," Jeremy called, and Abdullah brought in a selection of dildos.

He lined them up, and there were all kinds of colours, huge ones in multiple colours, some with big knots. I was instructed to kiss and suck one after the other, as they took pictures. It felt ridiculous. And just as I was licking the biggest black one, with a sharp rim and protruding spout, the door opened, and a huge black man entered.

"Hi Jonathan!"

Magnus got up and shook his hand, and Kate left her desk at the far end and did the same.

Abdullah cleared away the dildos, as Jonathan came up to me and patted my head. I smiled stupidly up at him.

"Is he broken in?" he asked Magnus.

"Yes, yesterday"

"Excellent, I like my meat fresh!"

Jeremy and Abdullah came out carrying a small green sofa, placing it in the middle of the studio. Jonathan quickly stripped naked, and I couldn't help starting at his huge penis. I knew what was going to happen, and although the studio light was cool and the setting far from erotic, I was suddenly incredibly horny.

"I see you look forward to this, good!" Jonathan ran his black thumb over my lips, and I briefly sucked on it.

"Good slut!"

Jeremy arranged me kneeling below Jonathan, and took a series of photographs, while Magnus, Kate and Abduallah watched. I was ordered to start sucking Jonathan next.

It was massive. I started licking it and his balls. He was circumcised and the big mushroom head was slightly pink. Soon I had it in my mouth. I sucked it as deep as I could, feeling him grow and harden. He was clearly a professional, and he slowly guided me around into different positions. He had me lie on the sofa, with me head over the edge, as he gently face fucked me.

"Great shots, thanks!" Jeremy called out.

Next, I was to stand with one knee on the sofa, my head on the arm rest, and holding my ass open. Kate stepped in and poured some lube into my ass crack and then Jonathan proceeded to penetrate me.

"Fuck, he's nicely tight!"

He whimpered as he impaled me and bit my lip as the initial pain subsided. He started fucking me slowly but then speeded up. More photos were taken, and then it was time for the finale.

Jonathan had me kneel by the sofa, looking up at him with my mouth wide open and tongue stretched out.

"I'm going to paint your face, cock slut," he groaned and then sprayed my face and mouth with a huge load. It felt erotic, humiliating, and warming. He ended by squeezing the last drops into my mouth and ordering me to swallow. I obediently did as he instructed. It tasted a bit bitter but still Ok.

"Thanks guys, this was great. Call me again when you need help Magnus!"

Jonathan got dressed as Magnus got up and opened his pants. Jeremy and Abdullah did the same and surrounded me. I sat looking up at them, masturbating myself too. Kate took the camera and continued shooting, as the three men came one after the other over my face and into my mouth. I sucked each of them off after, and continued stroking myself, looking straight into the camera.

"Shoot your load into your cupped hand," Kate ordered.

That brought me over the edge. I had the most incredibly climax and drained my balls completely into my own hand. The three men gathered closely behind me, as Kate pictured us, my face flushed and smeared. The young Abdullah reached down and lifted my cupped hand to my mouth.

"Lick it up, you whore," he grunted.

I didn't even think twice, but lapped up my own semen from my hand, as Abdullah held it tight. I felt incredibly depraved.

Kate fetched some paper towels for me to clean up. Jeremy, Abdullah and Magnus zipped up, grabbed some beer, and chatted as I slowly got dressed.

"We'll send you and post the pictures as usual," Kate said as Magnus and I left.

"I can't believe you just had me do that!" I blurted out as we sat in the cab on our way to pick up our things.

"And I can't believe you went along with all this, Ted. You know you are my sex slave now, don't you?"

I was quiet ... letting his words sink in.

"Say it!"

"Yes Magnus, I am your sex slave ....," I whispered.

He laughed, just as we arrived at the station. We made our way through the gates and got on the train back home, via Amsterdam. We had our own sleeping compartment again but now with only a single bed. The last few days flashed by in my head. I couldn't believe what I had done and become in just these few days.

As the train left the station and the lights of London passed by outside, Magnus pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeply. He slowly undressed me and caressed me, whispering how much he loved that I was his sissy whore.

"Please put on your sissy clothes for me."

"Ok."

He sat down, and watched as I put on the short skirt, stay-up stockings, high heels, and corset.

".. and earrings and the collar ..."

I obligingly put the earrings and collar on.

"... and the make-up ..."

He gave me the handbag and I turned and looked myself into the wall mirror, as I put on the makeup, transforming myself. The shaking of the train made it imprecise, and I cursed. Magnus however, laughed and said he liked it like that,