Sometimes when you write stories the result takes on a life of its own. Bending Cory sort of left the ending open for Jake to keep at his ways of turning out straight boys with psychology and sodomy. Here's another chapter
All was right with the world from my perspective. I effectively had a harem. Boys to service me whenever it was needed and admittedly I have a really high libido. My balls better get emptied once a day or I'm feeling very pent up. Ideally it's happening more than that and it was an off day, like getting sick or something if I didn't put a couple of daily loads into one of my boys.
And they were well trained and even anxious. With seven that meant they'd get their once a week fix. Funny thing was they'd get a bit needy if you had to skip them. I marveled again and how easy it was to mold their minds into needing that dick fix. A couple times where I had to travel for business I'd come back to whining boys and would have to bring a couple in at a time so they'd stop complaining even though they were catty as hell to each other.
In the back of mind though I knew besides the physical release. I needed something else too. The thrill of the hunt. Teaching these boys new things about their bodies. New erogenous zones and pleasure points. The shame and pleasure the first time they realize getting their gland massaged makes them come like nothing else. The wide-eyed innocence of their first taste of a cock in their mouth. Their goldfish shaped mouth as my cock takes their ass virginity and drives the cum from their balls. That tight little pucker greased up and then opened to a width it had never been. Never to be quite so tight again but turned into a pleasure sheath for the both of us.
Part of the reason I have mirrors all over is to see those faces. It takes all of my will not to inseminate them that instant I see the combination of pleasure, shame and slight discomfort they fight through. Fact is behind all those mirrors are cameras to capture them. The video will never see light of day beyond me behind all the security I have in place but being able to watch it again helps keep me from the urge to sodomize a large amount of the male population.
Then once they've experienced it you have to keep the process working. Not letting their post coital thought get ahold of them. Breaking them further into being cock sluts. Getting them to acknowledge and accept that now they have a cunt to be used for pleasure. Making them whole and realize they weren't complete before. I get a lot out of it of course but there's a little bit of altruism in completing them into their true self. Cock sluts.
I had broken in my latest conquest Cory nicely and was really pleased how he was turning out. Literally he'd been turned out. The eagerness he showed now for a good dicking warmed my heart and I got that affirmation again that my sense of boys who needed turning was good.
Now when I saw the trend of guys wearing their pants pulled down showing their underwear my first thought was "How fucking useful is this." Behind the whole gang façade there was so much repressed thought that I'd always looked at them as an opportunity. The bluster and bullshit somehow making fucking them that much more accessible.
So when I saw him my innate radar went off that here was a new candidate. One that would have all that mental repression but would be a joy to have squirming on the end of my cock. Besides he was beautiful. Deep black skin, smooth features and movement with an absolutely delicious, muscular little bubble that was just built to be spread. The contrast was going to be gorgeous too. The pink hole opening up as my cock split him. I was hard right away.
He tried to be tough but in the end I could see he was searching for something and didn't know what it was. I knew what it was. Just had to do the sensitive work of teasing it out and then turning him out in private. He'd not want his friends to know that he was a bitch but he was going to be one.
Jamal worked at the local gas station mini-mart. The fact that he had a job despite trying to look like a gangster told me a little about him. He was just trying to fit in. And I was going to fit in him. I'd stop there to fill up and pick up beer.
Didn't know how I was going to approach him because the direct approach wasn't going to work. The opportunity came when I was driving past and saw him walking along. I pulled over and rolled down the window.
Jamal's face showed recognition. "Need a ride dude. I'll take you."
His eyes went down "It's all right man, doesn't hurt to walk."
"Dude, I'm going your way. How far is it?"
The place he named wasn't a good neighborhood but it was as least four miles away.
"Get in. You'll be walking a long time. How do you usually get to work?"
"Take the bus if I can but I'm short until I get paid man."
"Fuck that, get in. It's not far from where I'm going."
So it definitely wasn't a good place to be but he was damn appreciative. I slipped him a $20 and told him he could pay me back when he got paid. He didn't want it but finally accepted it.
Next time I stopped in he came running over and handed me back the $20 with a thanks.
"You looking for any more work. I've got stuff around the house like mowing the lawn and stuff that I'll pay you for and I'll give you a ride home too. Not far from here."
I could see he was interested. The need for some extra cash and a bit of a drive to get something more. I liked that. Even though I fucked them there was also an interest into making them better.
So we set something up. He came over before his shift and I showed him all the stuff I wanted done. I keep my place up and most landscapers didn't meet my high standards. Besides the guys they had working for them weren't someone I was interested in fucking. Jamal was a win win as I could train him both ways.
I worked with him and it was hot. We both got sweaty and took our shirts off. After four hours he needed to go to work and I handed him a $100 to his surprise and suggested he take a shower first before I gave him a ride.
I showed him the master shower and left him conveniently forgetting to leave him a towel.
The voice came 10 minutes later. "Hey man, is there a towel in here?"
"Oh shit, sorry man, let me get it for you." I headed in there and opened the door to his surprise and he got a little shy.
"Dude, I spent years in locker rooms. Nothing I ain't see before. What about you? You look like you spent some time playing sports."
"Yeah man, it's okay I guess. Just been awhile since I was playing."
I pulled open a drawer and tossed him a towel before starting to strip down myself. "I'm gonna get cleaned up before I take you."
My big cock flopped out and the movement and the meaty slap against my thigh drew his gaze. Have to admit that seeing that tight, beautiful body naked might have given me a little chub.
"Man... You're built like a brother..." Didn't matter really who they were. A big cock was kind of mesmerizing and I thanked god again for the blessings but didn't say anything.
I made a big show of washing my cock and balls too as he dressed and he tried not to look but did. I dropped him off at work with a promise of more work the next week.
It went much like last time but I kept us working a little later. He didn't say anything when I stripped down first and got the water started. Now my shower is big with a head on each wall so I looked over and told him "Dude, there's two shower heads and this is plenty big. Get in so you're not late."
