A gay story: Post-apocalyptic Pussyboy CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of reluctance/non-consent. If you don’t want to read those topics, you have been warned.
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When the women and girls started dying, I stayed put for a year, hunkering down at home. But once the second winter froze over the exodus had begun.
Some men had already left, haunted by the painful memories, while others simply perished. Most of us lingered though because we had nowhere else to go.
I lived in bumfuck Wyoming, the best and worst place to be during an apocalypse. At first it was perfect because there was no one around. That meant less crazies, looters and marauders, a path many men were all too eager to follow when society collapsed.
We did okay for a while, mostly because we were a handy, hardened bunch. When the power grid failed we reverted to a more primitive lifestyle and it didn’t take long for us to get used to bartering and trade. But we couldn’t survive the harsh climate forever. As the October chill crept through–our gas tanks near empty, our homes now dilapidated–death was imminent.
Then came the nail in the coffin: Sophia, our final “daughter” as we affectionately referred to her, passed away. We knew there was nothing left for us at home so we elected to go south.
We traveled in a caravan, about 40 RVs and campers in total. We were all adult males, as many of the young boys had died in the absence of their mothers. Also, in truth, we couldn’t risk the liability.
The first few days took us through dozens of detours to stock up on any gasoline we could scrounge. Most of the country had already been thoroughly scavenged, but out here in the backwater there was still plenty untouched.
During one of those stops at an old RV park we met some rugged guys and, to my dismay, let them hitch on. I didn’t like that they were unknown variables but it was hard to say no to their muscle and supplies. So we accepted the gruff stragglers into our ragtag bunch and together continued south.
When we made it to Colorado we took a rest stop in a quaint mountain town. Everything had already been ransacked but we still scraped out what we could before reconvening at our vehicles, which were parked in a huge bunch.
“I say we stay here for a few nights,” said our old mayor, who even after the disaster had remained our de facto leader. He then delegated tasks, leaving me and a few guys to gather wood while he and some others hunted.
Like a lot of men in this post-apocalyptic world, I mainly stuck to myself, and now was no different as I gathered sticks. But just as I was reaching over to pick up a pretty twig, I was startled by a voice I didn’t recognize behind me.
“You admiring the view, too?”
When I turned I saw it came from one of the guys who’d recently joined us.
“Oh! Uhh, hey…! Yeah…” I answered sheepishly, having nearly forgotten how to engage in small talk.
I’d always been a bit of a loner, which is actually why I think I’d handled the catastrophe so well. Aside from the obvious, my life wasn’t all that different. I still just got along living.
It dawned on me when he went to shake my hand that I wasn’t sure I’d ever experience something like this again–the simple pleasure of meeting a new friend. And even though he was a tough looking dude, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and put my hand in his with a soft smile.
This guy definitely wasn’t someone I’d have interacted with before all this. Tall, brawny, with a scraggly beard and Roman nose that looked like it’d been broken more than a few times, he was really intimidating. In typical tough guy fashion, he wore a leather jacket, white tee and dark jeans. And as expected, when he took his coat off there were bad boy tattoos tracing his upper body.
“I’m Snake,” he introduced, and I thought to myself ‘he can’t be serious.’
But then I noticed an inked serpent coiling up his hairy forearm and figured it was some biker nickname. Not wanting to insult this huge man, I made nothing of it while introducing myself.
“Dylan.”
We walked and talked for a while and Snake was a lot chiller than I expected; I had to remind myself that even in dire times there are still good people. He told me he was 40 and originally from Texas but didn’t go into much detail.
Like most others, Snake chose to keep his previous life private. I understood why but with both my parents dead I had nothing to hide, so I told Snake everything, or what little there was. I told him I was 20, and supposed to start at University of Wyoming before all this. He sympathized that I didn’t get to experience college but made no mention of his own alma mater.
I laugh to myself now when I think about how worthless most degrees are in a true crisis. This isn’t a world where you can get by on a white collar education. Strength is power here, and Snake had that.
“You have a girlfriend?” he asked. “You know, before all this?”
“No…” I replied with a little shame. “I actually never had one.”
“Really? So you’ve never….?”
“Had sex….? N-no…..”
I realized I’d never said it out loud, probably because it was my deepest insecurity. I knew I was gonna die a virgin and had already come to terms with it, but I certainly didn’t want to discuss that with anyone.
Everyone else in our group had wives, girlfriends, complete love lives full of sexual experiences. I would never get to feel the touch of another human, the bond between two souls, and didn’t like thinking about it.
“Awww, that’s okay,” Snake said sympathetically, even going so far as to place his big arm over my shoulder. “Maybe there’ll be a nice girl waiting for ya down south.”
“We both know that’s not true….” I replied dejectedly. “And the only ones left are… Well….”
We both looked quietly to the floor as the horrific rumors of kidnappings and breeding farms haunted our imaginations.
“Hey, let’s not think about that,” Snake comforted with a squeeze. “But trust me, kid, you won’t die a virgin. Promise.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes and he gave me a confident grin. I smiled back, happy to have met a friend, and finally one filled with hope.
We strolled idly around the forest for hours shooting the shit. As a gesture of goodwill, Snake even offered to combine some of the big logs he’d already chopped with my meager stack to make it seem like I did more.
“I don’t mind at all,” he said with his arm still around me. “It’s been nice hangin’ out with you.”
“Yeah, it has been,” I responded, lazily letting him pull me in closer.
By the time we got back it was almost sundown and everyone was gathered at the vehicles. As promised, Snake let me split with him and together we brought an impressive haul.
“Here’s our contribution,” he announced after placing our bounty in the pile.
“Is that what you both brought…?” asked the mayor hesitantly, unsure of the protocol for the situation. “Together…?”
“Yes, together,” Snake affirmed, then came back to where I was standing and put his arm around me.
I was a little uncomfortable because although I had asked for this, I didn’t realize he meant it so literally. In a tribal society like ours, pulling your own weight is paramount. Values like self-reliance and self-preservation were all we had, but now it felt like I was part of some forced duo, and an unequal one at that!
A few guys looked over at me with cocked eyebrows and some others even snickered as I stood meekly under Snake’s big arm. I wasn’t sure why I stayed silent and let him lead me, but by the time I thought to react the opportunity was gone.
“Whoever got the wood, let’s get you guys on fire and dinner duty.”
I was never great at making fires but once again Snake saved the day.
“I’ll set these up and you can cook the meat, how’s that sound?”
I agreed happily because I’d never minded cooking and was actually pretty good. It seemed like an easy way to show I was worth keeping around so I always jumped at the chance.
While I grilled, Snake kept me company, often wrapping his arms around me to fix the logs. It was a little weird to be shown so much affection out of nowhere, but you have to understand how lonely I’d been. I’d barely said more than a few words in two years, so it was comforting to finally feel someone, anyone, close to me. I hadn’t even been so much as hugged and admittedly it felt good when he did.
He was also much better at making friends and when it was time to eat sat us down with some guys I’d never met. Dinner was actually going pretty well until Snake paused in the middle of his story to tell me to get him more moonshine.
I was embarrassed because no one else would’ve taken that shit, but I guess it wasn’t a huge deal. Snake had already helped me out twice and grabbing his drinks felt like an easy way to say thank you.
“Why don’t you clean my plate too, boy, then meet me back here,” he requested after we’d finished.
Snake was leaning back in his chair, chomping on a cigar with his fourth drink in-hand. His jacket was off and his big chest and veiny biceps were bulging beneath his white shirt.
Under the firelight I could see just how hairy his arms were, all the way up to his shoulders and back. Even thicker black fur shot out of his V-neck to meet his bearish face and four-inch beard. At this angle he looked downright scary so I did what I was told then scampered right back.
“Good boy,” he commended, then traced his hand all the way up from my ankle to butt.
It was sort of weird but I figured I was just overthinking things since we were both cross faded on liquor and joints.
“Help me up now, kid, then we’ll hit the hay.”
Snake gave me his big paw and I did my best to lift this 230 lb man out of his chair. At a slim 150 myself my attempts were useless and he finally stood up with a chuckle.
“Alright, boy, let’s be off.”
After pulling me close he started leading me in an unknown direction. I stumbled along compliantly for a minute then finally spoke up.
“Wait! My bed’s over there!”
“Not anymore, it’s not,” he replied gruffly, gripping me even tighter as he walked us towards the back of the caravan. “You’re gonna be sleepin’ with me from now on.”
“Wait WHAT?! B-but…!”
I tried to pull away but Snake was twice my size and kept me trapped under his arm. When we got to his secluded spot I looked futilely around the pitch black for an escape.
“Go on, boy, get in,” he ordered, standing directly behind me.
I was terrified at this point and didn’t want to obey but there was nowhere to run! Finally he started pushing me and I had to step in to avoid tripping.
“There we are,” he announced proudly after he’d entered as well.
He then zipped up the tent and turned on a lantern, towering over me as I cowered on the floor.
“I-I don’t know what you want, Sir, b-but-”
“What I want is for you to strip, and to not have to ask twice.”
“What??? FUCK NO!!”
SLAP
“I told you not to make me ask twice!”
With my cheek on fire I looked up and saw a different man than the one I’d been with earlier. This Snake did not play games. This Snake was brutal, merciless and got what he wanted.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I babbled weakly, hoping to not upset him further.
He was still glaring down at me and I knew what was coming if I didn’t strip. Scared shitless, I started pulling off my shorts and shirt, if only to distract him long enough to run.
“Jesus,” he laughed when I was fully nude. “You’re like a little girl! Tiny cock too!”
I’d always been embarrassed by my slim hairless figure and little pink dick and was convinced they contributed to my virginity. I never played sports or lifted weights, preferring jogging and yoga, which gave me a lean physique that was definitely not desirable, at least to me.
“Turn around for me, girl, let me see that little pussy.”
Humiliated beyond belief, I knew this was my last chance. While writhing around blinded on the floor, I tried to jump up but as expected Snake had me headlocked in seconds.
He threw me back down angrily, promising I “didn’t want to know what would happen if I tried that again.”
Fearing the worst, I slowly and shamefully turned my twink body for him until I was kneeling the other way.
“Now put your head down. That’s it, baby, and spread your knees. Pop that little pussy out for Daddy. I wanna see what you’re workin’ with.”
I couldn’t believe I was being talked to like this–like a woman!–when just minutes ago I’d been a normal heterosexual male! Yet around this massive beast I surely didn’t feel like one, at least not in the way he was. I was just a little bitch next to him, a pussy! Just like he said….
“Head down!” he barked again, then spanked my ass hard enough to leave a mark.
I instantly buried my face and arched my back, commencing the most humiliating display of my life. As I spread my knees wider, I could feel my cheeks parting, my asshole poking out and showing itself to him. I’d never felt so violated, presenting my butthole to another man, but there was nothing I could do!
“Reach back and pull your cheeks apart for me, pretty boy. Let me see that cunt.”
Fearing the worst, I pulled my buns back for dear life and showed him all of my little pink button.
“Now that’s a pretty pussy. Just like a little girl’s. All pink and tight. Push it out for me, baby, let me see that pussy wink.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted but after a hard spank I started flexing my hole like crazy, winking and pushing for him.
He seemed pleased because he whispered, “beautiful,” before getting on his knees.
From there he began sniffing like a dog while caressing my buttcheeks. Fittingly, I was whimpering like a bitch, vulnerable and terrified as this man did what he pleased to me. Then, to my utter shock, I felt a wet tongue graze against my wrinkled slit!
“Unnnhh! AHH!” I moaned while he taste-tested my hole.
After a few licks he shoved his whole face between my buns then really went to town. Sucking and biting, he growled wildly while eating my ass out, something I didn’t even know men did to each other! Of course I knew you could eat a pussy, but here I was having mine eaten! My…. “pussy!”
“Oh god! Oh god!”
I cried helplessly as he licked me from bottom to top. With each swipe, his scratchy beard scraped indescribable sensations across my silky smooth skin.
For some shameful reason, all his sexual treatment was very… stimulating… and I could feel my small boner sticking up between my legs. Snake gave it a squeeze and laughed, saying he knew I would love “having my pussy eaten.”
“Your snatch needs a shave but we can deal with that tomorrow. Tonight I’ll be fucking your pussy in its natural virgin state.”
That statement scared the living shit out of me and I jumped to my knees and turned to him.
“I didn’t tell you to get up, boy, but you’re clearly eager for something else. Alright then, I’ll give you what you want. Come ‘ere. Come suck on Daddy’s snake.”
I tried backing up but was already at the edge of the tent. As Snake skulked towards me, he removed his shirt to reveal a powerful torso. His pecs and abs were muscled with a healthy layer of chub and it was all covered in a thick black pelt. This was in direct contrast to my thin, hairless frame, which didn’t go unnoticed.
“Look at you. Look at how pretty you are. All skinny and smooth, you’re just like a girl.”
“No… B-but…”
“Shhh, baby, don’t fight it. I’ve been turning out little bitches like you since this whole thing started. Soon as I saw you I knew you were next, sweet as you are. So let’s not make this any harder than it has to be, okay?”
I was frozen in terror as Snake pulled his jeans off and set me face to face with his enormous anaconda. It was long, brown and fully erect, surrounded by a dense black bush that put my trimmed lawn to shame. Gripping my overgrown mane, he pushed my cheek against his warm flesh and rubbed it all over face.
I was humiliated to have another man’s penis sliding and slapping against me, a universally feminine act. I never even thought I’d do anything sexual but DEFINITELY never imagined this! That I’d be the one on my knees. The girl…..
“Open your mouth, sweetheart, I gotta teach you how to suck my dick. Now that you’re my bitch boy you’re gonna have to learn how to please me.”
It wasn’t hard to put together what he was describing….. With no females left, he planned on making me his “girl”, his cocksucker, and ultimately *gulp* f-fucking my “pussy”…
“No…. Please! PLEASE!” I begged, but Snake just slapped me with his dick.
“Shut up, bitch! You do what I say from now on. ALWAYS! Got it? And I don’t wanna hear no more back talk! So open up that pretty mouth and stick yer tongue out. I’m gonna teach you how to throat this dick.”
Snake had one huge hand wrapped around my skull while the other squeezed my cheeks.
“Open up,” he threatened, then pushed his fat tip towards my mouth.
Unable to close it, I was forced to accept his phallus. It felt absolutely bizarre when it entered, this fleshy foreign object, this thick, hard penis penetrating me.
“Aaaahhh!! Mmmaaahhh!!”
“That’s it, open wide. Daddy’s gotta big dick and you gotta swallow it all.”
He wasn’t lying, his dick was fucking huge and it was really hard to take. I kept comparing it to my own as I choked and felt so inadequate, so weak and pathetic on my knees. He’d utterly dominated me in a matter of minutes and I never even tried to fight back!
“Deeper, baby, that’s it.”
It was hard to accommodate but he didn’t let up as his slimy tip traveled past my uvula. I gagged and slapped his thighs but he wouldn’t let go.
“…8, 9, 10,” he counted, then finally let me breathe.
I gasped for air and looked up at him with teary eyes and a sore throat, desperate for more gentle treatment. Of course he didn’t oblige and sent me right back down. He continued to coach ruthlessly, constantly rebuking me for putting my hands up while he bruised my larynx. He said I needed to let my body go, that it wasn’t mine anymore, that he owned me now.
“You’re a natural,” he laughed after choke-fucking me for the 50th time.
I winced at him with the defeated eyes of a brutalized porn star. My throat was raw from his rough treatment and face soaked in snot, tears and spit.
“Awww, baby, don’t pretend you don’t like this too. See?”
When I looked down I was flooded with the most profound shame imaginable. My cock was more erect than I’d ever seen it, and had been bobbing excitedly throughout the entire face fuck. In fact, I noticed that the deeper he went, the rougher he pummeled my gullet, the harder I got!
“Look at that little dick stick up. Bet you wish I was that small, huh? Would be a lot easier to take, ha! You couldn’t even choke someone with yours, could you?”
When I didn’t respond, Snake tilted my chin up.
“I asked you a question, boy, and when I ask my bitch a question I expect an answer. Now, could you choke someone with your dick or is it too small?”
“No… I couldn’t…”
“Why?”
“C-cuz it’s too small….”
“And you’ve never gotten a blowjob, right? Never had your dick sucked?”
“N-no…”
“And you’re never gonna?”
“No……….”
“That’s right, your little dick’s never gettin’ wet.”
I started sniffling but he told me it was okay.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you just weren’t born for that. No, you were born a cocksucker. My cocksucker….”
I was beyond humiliated at this point. He’d eviscerated my entire existence and I all could reply with was a disassociated, “yes…….”
“Yes, what?”
“Y-yes I’m your cocksucker…..”
“Yes you are, my pretty little bitch boy. You’re my cocksucker, now and forever. So let’s get back to it, shall we.”
The next 10 minutes of throat training were as brutal as the first and by the time he let me off I was a slimy, coughing mess.
“It’s okay, baby, come here. Come to Daddy.”
He instructed me to wrap around his tree trunk thigh and hug him to calm down. It was bizarre at first, trying to get comfort from the man who’d just abused me, but I was in such a crazed, feral state that any solace was appreciated.
Snake started rubbing my head and telling me I was a good cocksucker. He said most boys don’t like to but that he could tell I was made for it. I was so embarrassed to be called out but couldn’t deny my dick was still hard as a diamond.
I breathed deep and slow as he massaged my scalp and was lulled into a bit of a trance. I’d never been this close with anyone, let alone an older man, and my brain was releasing all sorts of confusing chemicals. It sounds nuts but after a few minutes I felt strangely at ease, like I was finally safe for the first time in two years. It was probably some primal reaction to Snake’s authority and size but either way it was a welcome change.
“Daddy’s gonna take care of you, you know that right?”
He was still stroking my hair, telling me that as my man he was gonna protect me. I kept my eyes closed and suckled on the finger he’d offered while he hypnotized me with his gravely baritone.
“I think it’s time I took your cherry now, huh boy? No sense in keepin’ you a virgin.”
I was lost kissing Snake’s hairy thigh when he began coaxing me back onto our portable mattress.
“I’m gonna do you on your back, baby, just like a girl.”
I tensed up and my pupils darted around but he soothed me.
“Shhhh, Daddy’s got you, don’t worry. I wont hurt you. I’ll take you real slow…..”
He put his sturdy hips between mine and moved my legs up onto his shoulders.
“Even brought a little lube for you,” he smiled, seemingly proud of his altruistic gesture.
I couldn’t really believe it as he rubbed the silky liquid around my butthole. It was so jarring to be in this position, spread out on my back while a man lubed me up. I was still coming to grips with it all when his long finger started poking against me.
“So tiiiight….” he hissed while worming it in.
I gasped loudly, having never been remotely penetrated. This sensation was brand new and I felt violated on another level! My body didn’t even feel like my own anymore as Snake fingered me. I was a toy now, some sex doll for Snake to fuck.
He probed me for a few minutes while maintaining strict eye contact. I was petrified, utterly paralyzed as he sodomized and “prepared” me.
A few finger curls later, I heard something terrible, a high-pitched “Oooooo….” whimpering out of my mouth.
Snake gave me a heartfelt smile and said, “no other boy has taken it so well, I’m glad you like me too.”
I thought he was just being cruel, but when I looked down I was again cursed by the sight of my rock hard erection! With each deep poke against my moist walls I could see my small stick lurch higher and higher!
“I think I found your g-spot,” he laughed after rubbing a particularly pleasant area.
He didn’t stop and soon I was panting and groaning, inadvertently humping Snake’s hand as it milked out my precum. I felt like I was gonna cum and piss at the same time, like he was directly poking the source of my pleasure.
“Hnn!! HNNN!!”
While still digging into me, he leaned forward and planted his hairy face on mine.
“OoOoOoOooooo….” I fluttered.
His beard was so warm and fuzzy and lips surprisingly soft. I’d only kissed a handful of girls but none made me feel this comforted, this desired as we crossed tongues.
“You were made for this,” he told me, and it was hard to disagree.
Everything felt so terribly right as I lay back getting fingered, Snake leaning over me. We were the perfect dichotomy, hairy man and smooth boy, protector and pleaser, and it felt like it all made sense.
“I’m gonna take your virginity now, okay boy? Make you mine forever.”
I stared at him with both fear and awe, my mouth agape, unable to respond as I contemplated how easily he’d turned me out. Snake just kept smiling and kissing me as he lubed himself. Up and down he rubbed, teasing my hole, putting pressure on it but not yet slipping in.
But the lube was doing its job. He couldn’t just glide against my bubble butt forever. His hips pushed forward and slowly his cockhead started breaking into my ubertight orifice.
“No… NO!!”
I panicked as I felt his body entering mine. It was torturous! So wrong!! Totally taboo!!!
But Snake assured me it was okay, and not just okay but actually as nature intended. As he gently pushed his head deeper into me, he explained that without “society” constraining us, the strong rule over the weak.
“This is just how it’s ‘sposed to be,” he said with an entirely genuine smile. “You were made to be here like this. On your back with your legs spread, pussy stretched. It’s in your nature, little beta boy.”
“Hnnn!! HNNNN!!!”
“You’re okay,” he soothed while inching the beginning of his shaft into my tunnel. “Daddy’s got you, you’re okay. Your Alpha’s got you.”
“MMM!! P-pleeaaassseee!”
I felt so powerless and disoriented! My legs were on Snake’s shoulders, hands pinned to my sides as he kissed me and pushed deeper. I hated to admit it but the simple intimacy of our two bodies was enough to make me feel warm inside. I knew it was just hormones and not my fault, but it was hard to pretend I didn’t like it, if only a little….
It felt so good to have a guy like Snake this close to me, holding me, protecting me. I’d been so lost since this whole thing started and finally somebody gave a shit.
Sure he was forcefully fucking my ass and made me suck him off, but I was still alive. And I couldn’t deny my bodily reactions…. Plus, when you think about it, it sort of counts as sex, right? So I guess I really won’t die a virgin…
I moaned accidentally after this realization and Snake noticed. He started kissing me harder, mashing his beard into my soft cheeks while piercing my hot core. His dick was long and pressed up against my prostate well before he bottomed out. I squeaked when he first hit it and looked up at him with nervous excitement.
“That felt good, huh?” he asked, and though I didn’t respond we both knew the answer.
Snake slow-humped again, pressing up hard on that nerve bundle deep inside.
“Ooohhh UH!”
“Heh, that’s it. Daddy’s gonna make your lil g-spot squirt.”
He kept my arms trapped while continuing to plunge his penis into my butthole. The deeper he went the crazier I felt as his turgid torpedo jammed against my sensitive walls. My whole body was tingling and I could feel immense pressure building in my loins. Growing and growing with each deep thrust.
“Ahhh! AHHH!”
I didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this: overly full and slightly in pain, but also hot, hard and ready to burst!
“HNNN!! HNNN!!” I wheezed as he rotated around my insides.
Snake kept kissing me, diving into my face while working towards my depths.
“Fuck baby! You’re really takin’ it now!”
I could hear the slick sounds of sex as he sped up and felt utterly under his control. I couldn’t even squirm and just cried in a high pitch as he pummeled my prostate.
“Aaaaahhh!! Oh god! Oh Fuck! GOD! EEEAAHHH!!”
The experience was overwhelming! To be folded in half by a bearded beast, it was truly surreal! And even more insane was how well I took it, how devilishly delicious it felt to be fucked up my butt!
My dick strained painfully when he pressed my prostate and I could feel precum squirting out. I rarely leaked but this experience was totally different. It felt like he was literally pushing the fluids out of me and I couldn’t stop it! Snake brought a lubey hand down to grip my stick and I moaned wildly.
“That’s it, let it out! Pretty boys like you always cum on Daddy’s dick.”
I knew he was right and that I was about to explode. With his big rod battering my boy button it didn’t take long to push me over the edge and soon my body was convulsing.
“Oh my god! OH MY GOD!”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. That I was orgasming with a man’s dick inside me. No, because a man’s dick was inside me!
“Oh fuck baby! That’s it! Daddy’s gonna make you cum like a little girl!”
“Unnnhhh!!! HUUUNNNHHH!!!”
My thighs squeezed tightly around his sturdy torso and my head thrashed about as the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced began. It started in the center of my pelvis, near a collection of nerves he’d been rhythmically pounding.
I kept squeezing my inner muscle around his phallus and each one pushed my cum up further. The pressure had gotten unbearably high and his slippery hand was overstimulating my sensitive dick. Between his pokes and strokes there was no way to hold it in any longer! The dam was about to break and it was going to be otherworldly.
First my pelvic wall flexed, squeezing Snake’s meat and tightening my hole. Then it forcefully relaxed, followed by a series of rapid contractions that wrung out my load. Each flex produced more boycum and by the end I was shocked at how much he’d drawn out. Almost a full minute of my insides churning, my eyes rolling back as my seed spilled into his warm hand.
It poured out in a way I’d never seen, flowing with little spurts perfectly in sync with his rut. And it was far more cum than I’d ever produced! The whole experience was so much more intense than jacking off–more mind blowing, carnal and raw! And I’m not proud to admit it but yes, it was HOT as FUCK!!
Most importantly though, the sex was another link in the bond forming between me and Snake. He’d given me that orgasm and I’d never forget it.
With Snake breeding my ass simultaneously it was hard to reconcile with my position. He had sex like a man–filling up a warm hole–whereas I was the warm hole…. I’d always imagined myself in his position yet now I was full of cum! Snake noticed my conflicted emotions and brushed my bangs away.
“I knew you’d love it, sweet boy.”
He kissed me then started gently removing his penis from my battered hole. It was painful even though he went slowly, and when it finally plopped out the suction sound was the most humiliating thing I’d ever heard.
I felt his seed leak and instinctively put my hand down to not spill on the blanket. When I felt around my butt it was all wet, a combination of lube, cum and anal fluids. I was surprised to not see any shit or blood when I pulled back up and could just smell the thick sperm.
Snake grabbed a towel and wiped us down before pulling me into a spooning position. I’d never been cuddled and couldn’t have guessed my first time would be as little spoon to a man twice my age.
Still, it felt strangely good to be held after having the cum forcefully fucked out of me. I was so dazed and abused that a big warm body, no matter whose, was comforting. Snake’s face was buried in my hair as he breathed deeply. He kept pulling my slim body closer, kissing the back of my neck, telling me what a good boy I was.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he teased, and there was no way to refute him. He’d given me the craziest orgasm of my fucking life.
Snake began dry humping me and I found myself moving with the rhythm. When he grabbed my cock a second later I was shocked to feel it hard again. I was never this randy and couldn’t believe it was all for a man! Snake seemed satisfied though and brought my hand around so I could feel his own growing flesh.
My small palm couldn’t even wrap around his girth and I realized just how different we were. It made me scared on a primal level, how easily he could kill me. But paradoxically it also made me feel safe, knowing I had a big guy like Snake on my side.
He shimmied a finger up my butt while I jerked him then stuck it in my mouth. It was gross to taste his sperm and humiliating to remember it was still swimming inside me, but he told me I’d have to get used to it.
“You’re gonna be swallowin’ a lot of my seed.”
I knew he was serious but couldn’t muster the courage to fight him. I felt like such a passive bitch for letting this all happen to me, but then started considering the possibility that maybe Snake was right….
Maybe I was born like this, to be submissive, subservient, receptive. I wasn’t big and tough like him and felt much safer being bossed around. In fact, I kinda liked it….
Even more though I liked how good he felt inside me. How perfectly he filled my bum. I knew it was wrong but couldn’t shake the thought that I was made for this… To be spread on my back and fucked…. Otherwise it wouldn’t make me cum so hard, right…?
Snake was holding my leg up and I could feel his cockhead pushing back into me.
“Heh, don’t even need lube since you’re already knocked up.”
Before long I again heard myself moaning like a girl while a penis opened me up.
“I got you, baby, Daddy’s got you. Just relax.”
Once he was balls deep he stayed there for a minute while my hole stretched.
“That’s it baby, just relax. Open up that pussy for Daddy. Get it nice and loose.”
He pulled in and out again but I clenched up.
“Uh, uh,” he admonished. “Keep that pussy loose. Nice and relaxed. Don’t fight it, baby boy, just surrender….”
Snake began fucking me slowly again and this time I tried to focus on totally submitting. It was hard with so many overwhelming emotions and sensations, but eventually I got my hole to relax a bit.
“Oh baby, that’s it. Right there, I can feel your pussy opening for me.”
It was painful to admit but I could too. The more I relaxed, the more easily he could glide into me, and yes, the better it felt. It truly felt like I had a pussy now, a slick hole made to get fucked, and I think I sorta liked it….
“Uh… Uh…” I couldn’t hold back my feminine whimpers.
“Fuck, baby, I love this fuckin’ pussy….” Snake babbled, then turned my head back so we could french kiss.
It all felt so damn good and thinking back on it now it truly may have been bliss. Finally I felt the sacred bond between two souls. Yes it was with a man, and not the most consensual…. But our connection was real and I knew I couldn’t lose it.
Snake stayed inside me for hours that night, manipulating me into different positions as he dominated my mind, body and soul. It was a bit of an intimacy overload but I was more than happy to reciprocate. Our oxytocin deficiencies couldn’t have been more obvious with each deep kiss and stroke. It just felt so good to be this close with someone and I didn’t want it to end.
I woke up the next morning to my leg being pulled up again. Sun was streaming into the tent and I was still groggy but it was clear last night hadn’t been a dream. Not that I thought it was, but I was still coming to terms with things.
Snake spat on his dick then pushed it back into my hole. I loosened as best I could and without any lube we naturally made love. As we held hands and kissed, he eventually rolled me onto my back in missionary.
In this position, my legs in the crooks of his arms, I received him so innately. The pleasure against my prostate was beyond intense and I just kept squeezing him, milking out more primal sensations from the inside. I truly could not believe how good it felt to get fucked! His dick was scratching a deep itch, pushing my load higher until, to my total humiliation and surprise, I came all over myself hands-free!
“Oh my god!” I cried with confusion, having no idea if I was pissing or nutting!
Snake just laughed as he explained, “that’s just how pussyboys cum.”
From that morning forward I was no longer masturbated during sex. I either came hands-free or not at all.
After the third fuck my butt couldn’t handle any more. I was even scared to stand up because I thought his cum would rush out, and I wasn’t wrong! When I accidentally farted, a burst of Snake’s jizz squirted out with it. Sticky and humiliated, I had to find the towel again to wipe down my crack.
Snake had gone out to pee and I wondered if now was the time to run. Maybe I could just leave the caravan, get the fuck out and go live on my own. But I knew my chances of survival were nil. I’d probably die in a week, or worse, be kidnapped and forced into slavery….
Before I could even come up with a half-assed plan though Snake was already back in the tent.
“Alright, boy, we gotta get up and ready. I think we’re headin’ out today so we’ll need to clean up. First let’s get some coffee in us though, and maybe you cook us up somethin’ to eat.”
I begrudgingly got out of the sleeping bag we’d shared and went to grab my clothes. Before I could put them on though, Snake stopped me.
“No, baby, you’re not gonna be wearin’ those no more. I’ve got a cute little outfit for my boy to put on.”
I nervously crawled back into bed while Snake rummaged around and collected my “outfit”.
“Go on,” he said after throwing it at me, but there was no way.
The shirt was a tight white crop top with the word “bebe” bedazzled on it. The shorts were those black booty shorts with the white outline that would sure to ride up past my cheeks. But worst was the underwear, a lacy white thong!
“I-I’m not gonna wear this….” I told him with an unconvincing stutter.
“Yes you are, sweetheart, now put it on.”
“No seriously, I’m not gonna-”
Before I could deny him again Snake had already yanked me out of the blankets. Then he sat down on a trunk and in a second had me lying over his lap. Naked and vulnerable, I didn’t stand a chance when he started whacking my poor bum, spanking it over and over until I burst into tears.
“You! Will! Listen! To! Me! You understand!”
I sobbed and sobbed as he spanked away but he didn’t stop until I was fully broken.
When he sensed I’d been tamed he started rubbing my burning buns, kissing my shoulder and stroking my slit. I was bawling into his hand as he comforted me and my burning red butt. I felt Snake’s spit-slick finger pushing my hole and soon he was sodomizing me again.
In this position, it was impossible to deny I was his bitch now. Spanked up and crying, his finger in my ass, three loads sloshing around inside me–it was a fact: I belonged to Snake.
To no one’s surprise, when he sat me on his lap after exploring for a bit my dick was hard as can be… In his jeans and hoodie, Snake hugged my shivering naked body while explaining the situation.
“This ain’t a game no more, boy, and I need you to understand that. You’re mine now, plain and simple, and you’re either gonna do what I say or I’m gonna spank you til you do. Now you might not like it at first but that really don’t matter. This is just how it is now and ain’t nothin’ gonna change. I got a feelin’ you might not want it to though, huh boy?”
He flicked my erection and I was too ashamed to respond.
“Look at me. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Snake, I understand…..”
“That’s ‘Daddy’ to you,” he reminded, then snuck his finger back inside me.
I moaned like a pansy and soon we were kissing again. I’d already bursted three times and couldn’t believe I was ready for another round, but Daddy said we’d have to wait til later.
He stood close by as I shamefully pulled the tiny thong up my slim legs. It fit perfectly around my narrow hips and my general lack of hair made it seem all too natural. The pair were clearly made for men too as there was even a little pouch for my package.
When everything settled and the string slid up my crack I was embarrassed out of my goddamn mind. At least the shorts covered something, but they were way smaller than anything I’d ever wear. Knowing I couldn’t fight him, I put them on anyway.
The shirt was tiny too and hugged my lean torso tightly. The sleeves barely went past my shoulders and the bottom stopped well above my belly button. I looked like a total fruit cake as I begged Snake not to make me leave. I knew everything would change the second I stepped out and wasn’t ready for that yet.
“It’s time we let everyone know the real you, baby. Let ’em know you’re Snake’s boy.”
“But….”
“Ah, ah, ah. Remember what I said. Besides, you need this more than you think. To signal to the other men that you’re mine. That you’re spoken for, taken care of. You’re not Dylan no more, baby. You’re ‘Snake’s boy’ now and everyone’s gonna know it.”
I was terrified of losing my identity but he pulled me into a hug.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll protect you. Make sure no one else touches this pretty pussy. To be honest, I’m surprised none of them took a pass at you. I mean shit, look!”
I blushed hotly at his “compliment” and it made my dick tingle.
“That time’ll come though, trust me. Men have needs and I bet you won’t be the last bitch in the bunch. You’re just lucky it’s me who got to you first, ha! Least I’ll take care of you. Keep you safe and fed. Some other guys would whore your ass out for a cigarette and you’d be smart to remember that.”
His frank speech stunned me into silence and I accepted my new pink flip flops without a struggle.
As we made our way to the center of camp, I clung tightly to Snake in a pathetic attempt to hide myself. This only made me look more like a simpering bitch though as we passed by awakening campers.
“What the fuck…?” I heard one guy whisper, then another whistled cruelly.
“Looks like somebody got him a butt boy!” one joked to his friend and they both burst out laughing.
Soon everyone was gathered for the morning discussion and I could hear whispers and see scornful stares as I stood under my man’s arm, dying to be invisible.
“First things first,” announced the mayor. “We’re gonna vote on whether to stay or leave.”
One by one the men casted their votes and by the time it was our turn all eyes were on me. I wanted to run but Snake kept me front and center, his grip tight on my shoulders as he explained my fate to the group.
“Dylan and I had a little talk last night and he’s decided to give me his vote for all future matters. So from now on I’ll be speaking for the both of us, and that’s two for ‘leave’.”
“Ummm….” I could tell the mayor was uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say. “Is this true, Dylan? You’re giving Snake your vote? Permanently….?”
Snake squeezed my shoulders and I whispered a meek, “yes…”
I was too ashamed to look up but could hear Snake huffing proudly as he pulled me back into his chest. Before we moved on though, he wanted to make something clear.
“If any of y’all got somethin’ to say to me I want you to say it now, to my face.”
The Wyoming crew was tough but nobody was as big as Snake and it was gonna take some serious balls to speak up.
“Before you do though,” he continued after a tense group stare down. “I want y’all to think about which one of us got head this mornin’.”
A few guys chuckled at that which ended the awkward silence. Looking around I saw a mix of emotions, with some, including even the mayor, nodding understandingly. I’m sure just as many thought it was sick, but why would they bother intervening?
It’s not like I was screaming to be set free, and I’d been clinging to my man like his little girlfriend all morning. For all they knew I wanted this just as badly, and hell, if anyone overheard us last night they’d believe it!
“Well I see no reason to contest this…. since he’d probably just vote with you anyways…… So it’s settled, Snake now has two votes and Dylan has zero.”
The subject quickly moved on but I couldn’t stop thinking about the finality of that statement. I no longer had a say in our group, the only man who couldn’t choose his own destiny. It was such a bizarre, helpless feeling and I subconsciously grabbed Snake out of pure distress.
We cleaned up camp which mostly consisted of me packing Snake’s clothes while he tinkered with his bike. He’d gone over to the RV I used to stay in and taken my stuff back, another display of dominance.
When it was time to go, Snake brought me over to his motorcycle.
“Ta-da!” he said proudly, then showed me the sidecar he’d jerry-rigged.
Though it was a sweet gesture, it was seriously unnerving for my life to be this out of my own hands. But what the hell could I do? There was nowhere to hide, no one to help. I was Snake’s boy now and just had to accept it.
With the rest of our stuff packed, we rode out of town in the caravan. We drove for hours and didn’t stop til we’d made it to north Texas, then settled in a village outside Amarillo.
While Snake set up the tent, he told me to shine his bike. Afraid of another spanking, I worked my booty off in the Texas sun to make his hog glisten. When he told me I did a good job I was eerily proud to have made my man happy.
We found an old shower house that someone had set up and cleaned ourselves off. I especially needed a rinse since, to my horror, I’d been farting out Snake’s jizz all day. I was actually scared to let one rip now because the rest had all come with sticky jizz I could smell from my panties.
Snake told me to put my hands on the wall and spread my legs so he could “shave my snatch.” I’d already been thoroughly pussified but this felt like the cherry on top. My perfectly smooth hole was now asking to be fucked, and Snake did just that after eating it up.
When we stepped out we caught someone spying on us and Snake joked, “put that thing away!” I realized the man had been masturbating and wondered if Snake had a point.
Everything was more awkward at camp now that I was a bitch. Snake warned me not to get too friendly with any of the guys because he didn’t want me “putting out any signals.”
“I know you like gettin’ dicked and don’t need my bitch runnin’ off with someone else.”
Weirdly, I was more upset at the accusation I would “cheat” on my man than the insult itself.
After an uncomfortable dinner where Snake explained to the table how he’d first started turning out boys, he told me to head into the tent.
“I want you to make it pretty for us, baby. Use your feminine touch. And I left some nail polish in there for you too. I want you to put it on for me.”
He seemed sincere as he led me back to our tent and I wondered how seriously he took “us”. Once I was inside and the lantern was on, Snake zipped up and went back to the fire pit. Upset I was put to bed early, I got up to leave, but soon learned the zippers had been padlocked!
“What the fuck!”
I panicked as my new life slammed into me full force. I was 100% Snake’s boy now. I would do what he said when he said, and there would be no questions.
Though I wanted to cry, I remembered my painful morning spanking and begrudgingly went to work. As I tidied and organized, my thoughts drifted to the man masturbating in the showers and Snake’s warning. Then it dawned on me: maybe the lock wasn’t to keep me in, but them out…..
The whole day I’d been getting weird looks, thirsty stares… the kind I used to see women receive. Before this I couldn’t have told you how it felt to be an object of desire but now I understood it acutely. I’d suddenly been deemed sexual, something men could use for their pleasure.
Sure I was a boy, but I was slim, cute and smooth all over. Snake had even shaved my legs and at dinner the men definitely noticed. I saw some stare openly at my lean thighs and toned calves, probably the “prettiest” they’d seen in years. In just that short meal Snake swatted away three hands, so I could only imagine what would happen if he was gone!
I wondered if I should actually be grateful for his protection….. He didn’t lie when he said any of these dudes could be pimping my hole out for a smoke. I was weak and passive, but Snake protected me.
“Jeez…” I thought while rubbing my temples. “This guy has really fucked with my head.”
I was asleep when he stumbled in smelling like whiskey a few hours later. He wasted no time stripping then crouched by my head.
“Wake up, boy, I need a suck.”
I was groggy and confused but knew better than to disobey. With Snake’s big body straddling my chest, I held my mouth open as he dipped in and out. After a few pumps he creamed right on my tongue then told me to “savor” the flavor.
We passed out intertwined and in the morning my legs spread again. This routine continued for the few weeks we stayed in Amarillo and surprisingly I started to get used to my new life. Yes it was humiliating as can be, but it wasn’t all bad. And I had to remind myself there were no other options. I was either Snake’s bitch or dead. That’s it.
Besides, the more time we spent together, often naked and warm, the more I started to like him….. Even though he could be harsh, Snake was very affectionate and my only real friend. He was also my lover, protector, Daddy, teacher, and the only person left on earth who cared about me.
Don’t get me wrong, it sucked when he spanked me and got rough, but he always made up for it with a big hug…. He’d tell me to “come to Daddy” and I’d leave happier than I came.
In time I began to enjoy my role as his butt boy. I would lovingly shine his boots while he smoked then sit on his lap for hours stroking his long beard. I’d paint my toes for him, clean, shave my hole, all so he was happy. It’s fucked up but our relationship gave me a reason to live and I still thank him for that.
On the last morning at our Texan camp I noticed the composition of our crew had changed. Snake and I were no longer the only two shacking up and I saw quite a few “couples” around the circle. Their dynamics were different though, with neither man taking on the obvious female role.
I wondered what they did in their tents at night, if it was just mutual masturbation or if one of them had their legs up like me. I started getting horny thinking about all the possibilities, then even hornier as I considered the whole world! It’s obvious Snake wasn’t the only guy turning boys out, and my dick rose painfully to the thought of others in my position.
“You two ready to head out?” the mayor asked Snake when it was our turn.
“Yup, we’re all packed,” he replied for us, as usual.
“When’s the baby coming!” a dude yelled out and everyone started laughing.
“Hell, I keep tryin’ to get him pregnant but he just won’t take!” Daddy joked giddily. “You’d think he’d already have a brood by now with how hard I’m workin’, but I’ll just have to go again!”
The whole group howled as I stood red-faced, Snake cupping my ass.
“Well do let us know when he’s expecting,” the mayor finished with a playful smirk, then moved on to the next man.
When we hit the next stop our caravan came to a crossroads. A few men wanted to stay in Texas while others wanted to go east or west. Another crazier contingent were eager to continue south, all the way down to Mexico to see how they were dealing.
I knew my fate was tied up with Snake so I just held his hand while he debated with a small group. They ultimately decided on southern California and I was excited for palm trees and mild winters.
“You think we could see Disneyland?” I asked Snake while we were on the road west.
“If that’s what you want, kid, we can go.”
Our small group of 12 found its way to Palm Springs where we camped out long-term on a golf course. By natural selection we’d weaned off the homophobes and everyone left seemed to be getting it on one way or another.
There was this weird guy who was a little too intrigued though and one day he found me alone in the showers.
“Hi….” I said uncomfortably, but he didn’t reply and just stared at my painted toenails.
I tried to speed things up since he was giving me a bad vibe but he asked, “what, so you’re like Snake’s girl?”
I didn’t feel like responding but he continued, “you suck his dick and stuff?”
“Sure……” I answered without interest, then turned off the water and grabbed my towel.
When I turned back around the dude was stroking his fully erect cock, glaring menacingly.
“Think you could suck mine?” he asked, but it didn’t sound like a question.
I made a dash for the door not wanting to find out but he blocked me and pushed me to the floor.
“Come on man….” he begged with almost painful desperation. “Please…. I haven’t had it in so long…..”
I tried crawling away but he’d pushed me up against the wall and was mashing his meat on my face.
“Get away!” I yelled while slapping his legs.
I hated that I was so weak, a target for any man who wanted me. I wished Snake was here and that I hadn’t bathed without him. He’d even warned me against this, why hadn’t I listened!
“Come on, boy, open up…”
“No!”
SLAM
“What the fuck are you doin’?!”
I saw a seething Snake crash through the door and immediately go for my assailant.
“Nah man, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”
Snake’s fist connected with his jaw before he could make an excuse. Then it connected a few more times while they tussled on the floor. The fight ended when Snake pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the man’s head.
“You ever step foot in this camp again and I’ll blow your brains out. That’s a promise, now get the fuck out.”
Snake spat on the beaten cretin while he hobbled away and I went straight to my man to thank him.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“What’d I tell you about these men! You can’t trust ’em! None of ’em! We gotta get outta here, boy. I don’t like it.”
Snake had been on edge lately and rightfully so. It was becoming harder to supply the group and everyone was getting feisty. We knew we had to leave for our survival so we set course north for the central coast. Eventually we settled in a small cabin somewhere outside Santa Barbara. It was far off the beaten track and had clearly been loved, plus the climate was unbeatable.
When we arrived we found a gravestone resting in the backyard, and hanging above that the scavenged remains of a man who died of a broken heart. We removed his skeleton and placed it in a box to lay by his wife for eternity.
It’s been just over two years now in our home and things are as good as they can be. We still don’t have any answers, but what good would that do anyway. We’re the last generation of mankind and nothing’s gonna change that. We just have to cherish each moment like it’s our last, live like were gonna die tomorrow.
And that’s not too hard with Snake. I’ve become much fonder of him over time and think I’m now even in love. It’s hard to pin down exactly when it happened, but I do believe I would die for him.
Of course we still bicker and yes it always ends with a spanking, but he cares for me and that’s what really matters. In times like these you’ve gotta work with the hand you’re dealt and I think I’ve done well for myself.
Recently we even made friends with two older guys who “moved in” down the road. They’re also a “couple”, though they haven’t yet disclosed who’s who… If you know what I mean….
We’re actually headed over there tonight for dinner. Anything to pass the time, switch up the schedule, change the routine.
If we make it through another year I’ll be sure to update my journal. And if I die, hopefully the alien lifeforms who eventually discover our planet will read my notes and learn our story. Although I guess they’d find out I’m a pussyboy who loves it up the butt…. A bitch. Snake’s bitch…. 🙂