Becoming His

*Note to readers*

This story involves nonconsensual sex between fictional adult characters, followed by a reward for obedience and compliance. If you're uncomfortable with this sort of scenario, please do not read. Otherwise, please enjoy!

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Justin's life changed when Ricky moved in next door.

For Justin, who had lived his entire life obeying his parents, following the rules, and doing what he was told, Ricky was a mysterious, strong, fascinating boy.

He was a rebel who cut class, did what he wanted, and had a puzzling, confusing disregard for the rules that were such a big part of Justin's life.

Justin, a year younger than Ricky, found the older boy magnetic. They quickly became friends.

He knew that Ricky saw him as more of a pet. He was a sheltered boy, after all, brought up to respect his parents and do well in school, and to always do as he was told.

Obedience was prized in Justin's home. And he knew he could never be as cool as Ricky. So he was alright being seen as the little puppy, tagging along.

But Ricky scared him, too. He could get violent when he was angry, and he expected the same level of obedience from Justin as his parents did.

One night, they'd gone out to celebrate Justin's eighteenth birthday. Ricky's older friends had gotten them booze, and they both proceeded to get drunk and pass out together on the floor of Ricky's living room.

That night, Justin had woken up to the feeling of Ricky holding him down and pulling his pants down to his ankles.

"What are you doing?" Justin asked, trying to struggle.

"Quiet," Ricky demanded.

When Justin felt the tip of Ricky's hard cock against him, he cringed.

"Wait," he whispered.

"It's okay, I'm just going to put it in a little bit."

Justin cried out as he felt his friend's cock push its way into him. He felt like his body was being torn in half.

"Quiet," Ricky hissed. Then, he began thrusting.

"See, that's not so bad, right?" he murmured, pounding hard into Justin. "God, it feels just like a pussy. So tight."

Justin whimpered, tears falling from his eyes.

When Ricky was done, he simply rolled over and went back to sleep, while Justin lied on the floor, crying.

That had been his first sexual experience.

The next morning, Ricky didn't seem to remember the night before. So Justin didn't bring it up. As the months went by, he figured it had been a drunken, one-time thing, and that Ricky wouldn't do that to him again.

So when Ricky moved out of his parents' house and asked Justin to move in with him, he accepted.

That first night, though, he realized just how wrong he'd been.

He was asleep in his bed, in his new room, when the sound of the door opening woke him up. He looked up to see Ricky walking in, carrying a duffel bag.

"Ricky?" Justin asked sleepily. "What's going on? What time is it?"

"It's late," Ricky answered, setting the bag down at the side of Justin's bed.

"Well, what are you doing?"

"Take off your clothes."

Suddenly, Justin was completely alert. "

What?

"

"Now."

"Ricky, I-"

He was interrupted by a vicious slap to his face.

"

Now

."

Justin gasped, holding a hand to his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Slowly, shakily, he pulled his shirt over his head, and pulled his boxers off. And he lied there, naked, looking up at his friend.

"Lie on your stomach," Ricky commanded. "Put your hands behind your back."

Justin's heart was pounding as he obeyed. "Ricky,

please

."

He watched as Ricky pulled a pair of steel handcuffs from the bag. His eyes widened.

"Ricky," he said again, his voice strained. "Please, wait."

"It's alright," Ricky assured him. "As long as you do what you're told, I won't hurt you."

Tears pricked the backs of Justin's eyes as he felt the handcuffs snap around his wrists.

"That's good," Ricky said. "Now spread your legs. Wider."

Whimpering, every shred of Justin's being recoiled from the idea. From what he knew was going to happen. But his face still throbbed, an effective reminder of the price of disobedience.

He couldn't stop the tears as he felt Ricky tying his feet to the bedposts. His legs were spread far apart, and he'd never felt more vulnerable in his life.

"There, see?" Ricky asked. "That's better, right?"

"What are you doing?" Justin asked, his voice cracking.

"Don't worry, you don't have to do anything," Ricky answered. His voice was low, almost soothing, as he spoke. "That's why tying you up is better. All you have to do is hold still."

"What are you going to do?"

He cringed as he felt a hand moving down his back, along his ribs, to his ass.

"You look like a girl when you're like this, you know that?"

"Please, stop."

"It's alright. I'm just going to fuck you. That's all."

Justin's face flamed hot, and he shut his eyes tight. God, this was really going to happen.

"I know it hurt last time," Ricky murmured. "But you don't have to worry. I'll start with something small, and I'll go slow. You can just relax."

So he

did

remember that night.

Ricky reached back into his bag, then knelt behind Justin, between his legs.

The feel of something cold and wet against his hole elicited another whimper.

"No," he murmured.

"It's alright, this won't hurt," Ricky assured him. "It's small. Are you ready?"

Ricky didn't wait for him to answer, but slowly eased the head of the slender vibe into him.

Gasping, Justin squirmed and fought against his bonds.

"Relax," Ricky said. "Just relax. It's okay. This doesn't hurt, does it?"

Justin cringed, feeling invaded and utterly violated.

But Ricky was right, it didn't hurt. It felt foreign and uncomfortable, but there was no pain. Finally, he stopped squirming, trying to force himself to relax.

"That's it," Ricky said as he slowly thrust the toy in and out of Justin's body. "See? It's easier when you relax, isn't it?"

He kept fucking him with that for a moment, then pulled it out. "Alright, you're ready for something bigger."

"Please, no," Justin sobbed. He let out a soft moan when he felt something new being pushed into him.

This felt a lot bigger, and filled him up almost to the point of pain. It was rigid and uncomfortable.

"Just relax," Ricky reminded him. "You know you can't get away. There's no point in fighting. Just relax. It's easier when you relax."

"Please, Ricky."

"Don't call me that," Ricky said. "You're not allowed to say my name anymore. Call me Daddy instead."

Justin whimpered, cringing.

"Go on," Ricky demanded. "Say it."

Justin's tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth. He parted his lips, but he couldn't make the words come out.

A sharp slap on his ass shocked him.

"I said,

say it

," Ricky snapped. "Don't make me tell you again."

"D-Daddy."

Immediately, Ricky's touch became gentle again. "Good," he said. "See? It's so much easier when you do what you're told."

His focus turned back to the toy in Justin, moving it rhythmically in and out for a long few moments, until Justin had completely quieted down.

"How does this feel?" he asked. "Are you okay? I think you're ready to be fucked now. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'll go slow."

"Ricky,

please

stop."

Another hard slap.

"Don't call me that," Ricky said, almost shouting. He followed with another hard slap that made Justin cry out with pain.

Then, Ricky sighed. "Why do you do that?" he asked softly. "Why can't you just do what you're told?"

"I'm sorry," Justin sobbed.

"I'm sorry,

what

?"

"I'm sorry... Daddy." God, saying that was so completely humiliating. Even more so than being tied down and violated.

"That's better. See, good things happen when you do what I tell you. That's all you have to do. Just do what I say. That's not hard, is it?"

"No, Daddy."

Ricky nodded, moving closer to Justin, pressing the tip of his cock against Justin's hole.

He leaned forward until his lips were only inches from Justin's ear. "All you have to do is keep still," he murmured. "That's it. Just relax, and let it happen. I won't hurt you."

A moment later, he pressed his hips forward, slowly sinking all the way down into Justin.

And Justin sobbed, his entire body tense and writhing. God, how could it feel so big?

It was the most uncomfortable, awkward, vulnerable, humiliating thing he'd ever experienced. He squirmed, his muscles clenching involuntarily around Ricky's cock.

Ricky held still, waiting patiently.

"Give it a minute," he said. "Just relax. It'll stop hurting in a minute."

"Take it out!" Justin cried on a choked sob.

"Just give it a minute," Ricky repeated. "Stop fighting. Take deep breaths. You'll be alright."

Whimpering and squirming, Justin buried his face in the pillow, trying everything he could to get away from the huge cock that threatened to split him open.

But he was tied too tightly. There was nothing he could do.

And Ricky's patience seemed to have no end. He simply stayed there, completely still, just waiting.

Finally, the pain started to subside, and Justin relaxed. He realized that the sooner he relaxed, the sooner Ricky would start, the sooner this would all be over with.

"There, see?" Ricky said. "I told you it would stop hurting."

Slowly, almost gently, he started thrusting.

"God, you're so tight," Ricky murmured. "You feel so good."

Justin tried to think of something else.

Anything

else. Anything to get his mind off of what was being done to him.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Ricky asked after a moment. "It's alright, you can admit it. Tell me it feels good."

Justin cringed. "It feels good," he lied.

A rough hand grabbed his hair and yanked his head painfully back. "What are you supposed to call me?" Ricky demanded through clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"If I have to remind you again, I'll break your fucking jaw. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Ricky hesitated a moment, then released Justin's hair. "Now try again. Tell me how good I feel."

"You feel good, Daddy."

"There, see? That's not so hard, is it?"

"No, Daddy."

Ricky moaned as his thrusts started to come faster. "God, you're going to make me cum. Ask me to cum in you."

Justin whimpered, his mind reeling. "Please cum in me, Daddy," he whispered haltingly.

"Shit, I'm going to cum!"

He pounded into Justin ruthlessly, until finally, he plunged as deep as he could go.

Justin's face flamed, utterly humiliated, as he felt Ricky's cock throbbing inside him. Shooting his load deep into him.

"Oh, fuck," Ricky whispered. "Jesus, your ass feels so good. Now thank me for fucking you."

"Thank you for fucking me, Daddy."

"Good," Ricky said, pulling out of him. "Every time I fuck you, you're going to thank me for it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's good. Now hold still, I'm going to put something else in you."

Justin sobbed. God, couldn't this be over already?

He didn't react as Ricky pushed a hefty plug into him, filling him up.

And Ricky seemed to like his lack of reaction. "See? It's getting easier already. I'm going to untie your legs now, but I still want you to hold still."

Once Ricky had released Justin's legs, he sat beside him on the bed and pulled Justin into his lap, cradling him against his chest. And Justin couldn't keep the tears from falling.

"It's alright," Ricky murmured, seeing his tears. "It's just because you're not used to it, that's all. It'll get easier. And here, open your mouth."

Reluctantly, Justin obeyed, and Ricky pushed two fingers inside.

"Suck on them," he ordered. "Gently. That's it. If you're ever scared or upset, this is what you're going to do. With either my fingers, or my cock, or a dildo. And after awhile, it'll be calming for you. You know, like babies get calm when you give them a pacifier. Same thing."

Justin closed his eyes, trying not to focus on the fingers invading his mouth and the plug invading his ass. Instead, he tried to focus on the warmth and gentleness of Ricky's touch. It was the only soothing, reassuring thing he could think to focus on.

"That's it," Ricky said. "See? It'll calm you down. And you'll get used to this. It'll be easier once you're used to it."

Then, he pulled his fingers from Justin's mouth. "And if you're good, I won't be mean," he said. "I'll give you rewards when you do what I want you to. Spread your legs, I'll show you."

Justin obeyed, and cringed as Ricky reached down to touch the plug in him.

Suddenly, the plug sprang to life, vibrating madly. Gasping, Justin cried out and squirmed.

"Hold still," Ricky ordered, a tight grip on him. "Just relax. I want to show you something."

His chest heaving, Justin stopped struggling, although he couldn't keep his legs from twitching and writhing.

"That's better," Ricky said. "Just give it a minute."

"Please, Daddy," Justin whimpered.

"Just wait."

Justin moaned, arching his back as he was overwhelmed with sensations.

But God, not all of them were bad.

He felt filled completely up, stretched to the limit, while the plug vibrated inside of him, touching something... something

deep

in him.

There was no way he could deny that the

something

in him felt good. It felt

really

good.

Ricky smiled. "I told you," he said. "Look, you're dripping already."

Ricky touched his fingers to Justin's glistening cock. "Damn, you get just as wet as a girl," he said. "Open your mouth. I want you to taste it."

Almost oblivious at that point, all Justin could do was obey. He barely registered the taste of his own precum, but sucked hungrily on Ricky's fingers.

It was like a switch had been flipped in his mind. What, just moments ago, he had considered absolute torture, he now wanted more of. How was that possible?

"Damn," Ricky laughed. "This turns you into a little whore, doesn't it? You

do

like this."

Justin wanted to scream that he didn't, that he wanted nothing more than to get out of Ricky's lap, to never feel the man's hands of him again.

But he couldn't say that. His body had completely taken over, and his body wanted

more

.

What was happening to him?

When Ricky pulled his fingers away and put his hand around Justin's cock, Justin though he was going to lose it right there.

"You will ask permission to cum, do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Justin gasped, desperately thrusting into Ricky's hand. This time, there was no hesitation, no cringing as he called the older boy Daddy.

God, he really

did

want this.

How could this feel so

good

? He'd never had sex before, except when Ricky had fucked him. He'd only used his hand. But this... this was a whole different planet of pleasure. More than just his cock, he felt like his entire body was throbbing, aching, wanting

more

.

Waves of pleasure washed over him, erasing the pain and fear in his mind and replacing it with absolute desperation and desire.

And now, he even liked the fact that his hands were cuffed. He

liked

feeling powerless and bound, and totally at Ricky's mercy. He liked tensing and squirming, and feeling the unyielding steel keeping him in place.

In that moment, Ricky could have told him to do absolutely anything, and he would've done it without hesitation.

He felt that ball of tension growing in his belly. "Daddy, can I cum?" he asked breathlessly.

But Ricky removed his hand from Justin's cock. "No."

Justin thought he would scream, still thrusting his hips into the air, desperate for Ricky's touch again. "

Please

!"

"Beg for it."

"Please, Daddy, please can I cum?"

"You'll have to do better than that, little whore."

He whined. "Daddy, please let me cum, I'll do anything."

"Who owns you?"

"You do, Daddy."

"Are you my little whore?"

Justin moaned with frustration and need. The plug whirring inside him brought him to the point of utter desperation. He

needed

that release, more than he'd ever needed anything before.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm you're little whore. Please, let your whore cum. I can't... I can't take it. I'm your whore. Your bitch. Anything you want, I'm yours. Please, Daddy, let me cum!"

Ricky chuckled. "Listen to you," he said. "You really

are

a whore."

"Yes, Daddy, I'm a whore," Justin gasped, writhing in Ricky's lap.

Finally, Ricky's hand went back to Justin's cock. "Go ahead, whore. Cum for me."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Justin cried, arching his back and thrusting madly into Ricky's hand. Within seconds, he screamed as the most powerful orgasm of his life swept over him, setting every nerve on fire and reducing his mind to jelly.

When he felt Ricky's fingertips on his lips, he opened his mouth without hesitation. Without needing to be told.

It jarred him a bit to taste what could only be his own cum on Ricky's fingers, but at that point, he couldn't make himself care. He dutifully sucked Ricky's fingers clean. And when Ricky dipped his fingers back into the pool of semen on his belly, he didn't even hesitate.

"That's it," Ricky said softly. "Clean up your mess. Good whore."

Justin moaned, obediently doing as he was told, his body still squirming as the plug vibrated in him.

"Here, let me turn this off," Ricky said, reaching back between his legs. He pressed a button on the plug, and it went still.

Justin sighed, relaxing against Ricky's chest.

"And I've got one more thing," Ricky said, leaning down to pull something out of the bag. Justin was too exhausted and oblivious to pay attention.

"Open your mouth," Ricky said.

When Justin obeyed, he felt something rigid and stiff being pushed far into his mouth.

"That's better," Ricky murmured as he buckled the strap of the gag around Justin's head. "This is how you'll sleep from now on. Bound, gagged, and plugged. Just like a whore should be."

Justin moaned softly, willingly moving with Ricky as the man lied back.

Nestled in the crook of Ricky's arm, his head on the man's chest, Justin sighed, his mind swimming.

The events of the last half hour completely upended his life.

What did this mean? Was he bi?

How could Ricky hurt him worse than anyone else ever had, then turn around and make him feel better than he ever thought possible?

What did this mean for his life? Would Ricky turn him into some sort of sex slave? Would he

like

being a sex slave, if it meant more of

this

?

But through all the questions, one thing was abundantly clear.

He belonged to Ricky, now.