Subject: Becoming Tylers (5) Usual disclaimers – don’t read this if you shouldn’t be reading it. As always, is a free service and can use your donations, please donate if you can. fty/ If you’re enjoying the story, feel free to write me at the above email address. I’d love the feedback and it definitely motivates me to keep going. Will respond to all. _____ I wiped Chris’s spit off my face and just sat there for a while in a state of disbelief. My life was clearly spiraling out of control. I thought about everything Tyler had put me through in the past ten days and I could feel my face flushing and tears welling in my eyes. And now I had Chris to deal with. Was I really going to have to get him off 1-2 times a day? That spit at the end really hit home how low I’d sunk. I wouldn’t even give Chris a second look if I met him in a bar and now I had no choice but to do what he said or that video of me would probably go viral. My brain was swirling. I was scared, but why was I also rock hard? I touched my 7″ cock and it was like steel in my hand and leaking pre-cum. I didn’t hear from Chris for the rest of the day, which was a relief. I talked myself into believing that it was a one-time thing and that he wouldn’t follow through. Tyler texted me and asked me if I could pick him up on Wednesday after work. He said he had a surprise for me, which made me excited and nervous at the same time. So far his surprises had been pretty intense and after the scene at the beach I wondered how much further Tyler would try to push me. Tyler was such a natural alpha, always in total control. And that hot surfer body and huge dick had me hard every time I pictured him ramming it into my throat or hole. I debated telling him about Chris, but I decided to wait until I could do it in person. I couldn’t tell whether he’d be furious at Chris or think it was hot. I laid low for the rest of the day, caught up with emails, made a few calls and hit the gym for a hard workout. I woke up feeling pretty good Tuesday, had some breakfast and went to work. The events of the weekend were fading from memory and I was looking forward to seeing Tyler tomorrow. Around 9:30 I got a text: “Conference room. 11 AM.” Fuck. It had to be Chris. I didn’t even know how he got my number. I decided to try to reason with him. After all, I was on partner track and he was a first year associate. Hopefully we could work something out. I went to the conference room at 11 and waited. Chris came in about 5 minutes later and locked the door. “Hey, Chris” I started, “I was wondering if we could talk about this and maybe work something out that is good for both of us.” I babbled for a while. Chris just looked at me coldly. “Strip, Joe. I want you naked.” I started to protest, “C’mon, Chris, someone could walk in or” whack. Chris smacked me across the face hard enough that it stung. What the fuck? “Listen, Joe. It’s going to go a lot easier for you if you just do what I say. I’m going to hurt you anyway, because that’s what I like to do, Joe, but believe me it will be way worse if you give me reasons to punish you. NOW GET NAKED AND POSE FOR INSPECTION.” He said the last part loud enough that I was sure someone could hear if they walked by. And what did he mean he liked to hurt me. This was shaping up very badly. I stripped off my clothes and folded them in the corner and stood in front of Chris. “Inspection pose is hands behind your head, feet shoulder distance apart.” I got into position. “And when you address me demetevler escort from now on you will call me Sir, is that understood?” This can’t really be happening. This nerdy little punk was really taking control. “Yes, Sir” I said meekly hoping to get this over with. “Good boy, Joe. See how easy that was?” Chris took his time inspecting my body. He started with my arms that were behind my head, feeling the muscles. Then he told me to open my mouth and he put his fingers in, inspecting my teeth and the inside. After he was done, he spit inside my mouth and told me to swallow. It was gross and humiliating. Chris had a smirk on his face the entire time that I would have loved to wipe off with my fists. I could snap him in half, but there was nothing I could do. He moved to my chest, rubbing his hands and smacking my pecs. “Such a hot fucking jock bitch. Don’t think I don’t know what you think of me, but you know what, I don’t fucking care. I get it. I’m gangly and nerdy and not all that attractive. Trust me, I get it. I’ve hit on guys like you, even total bottoms, but they won’t give me the time of day. Worse, some of them laugh at me. You would have laughed at me, wouldn’t you Joey?” I hated being called Joey, but I just hung my head a little ashamed of how accurately Chris was reading me. “I am very I’m going to take it out on you for every stud like you who wouldn’t give me the time of day or respond on Grindr. I’m 24 and have only had 3 or 4 guys and they weren’t into rough stuff. I’m going to make up for lost time now. And I have a lot of fantasies of things I want to do to a subservient cunt like you. Now stand up straight and look dead ahead.” Chris resumed exploring my body. When he got to my nipples and started playing with them my dick, which was already rock hard, started leaking pre-cum and I let out a little moan. He laughed, reached down and scooped it up with his finger and put it to my lips. “Suck.” And I did, taking his finger in my mouth and tasting myself. “I see Joey likes his tits played with.” Chris took his time, running his hands over my entire body, cupping my balls and giving them a little squeeze that made me wince and spending a lot of time fondling and smacking my ass and dick. He’d comment every time I’d react and he spent a lot of time complimenting my body. I stayed turned on the entire time. After he was done, Chris walked over to his bag and came out with some alligator clips, which were attached to each other with a chain. I’d seen them before but never had anything like that on me. He started running them up and down my chest, the cold metal causing my nipples to stand erect. “Now, Joey, we’re going to start with these since you like your titties played with so much. I have to tell you, though, these are going to hurt. A lot. Especially because you’re not used to them. I tried them on myself and I couldn’t take it for more than a few seconds, but you don’t have that option. I’m just warning you, because if you scream out, someone may hear, and I don’t think you want that.” With that Chris attached first one and then the other clamp. I struggled hard not to cry out in pain making low whining noises. Tears welled in my eyes and I was panting trying to focus on anything but the pain searing through my nipples. I was also hard as a rock and dripping precum. “So fucking hot seeing you squirm in pain, Joe. You have me so turned on.” He leaned forward and shoved his tongue in my dikmen escort mouth. Every so often, he would pull on the chain a little which would make me moan. It was more an assault than making out. The intimacy of being kissed by someone who was raping made me feel truly violated. Despite all this, I stayed hard the entire time. “Fuck, I am so hot for you right now, Joe” Chris whispered into my ear. He pushed me to my knees and told me to get to work on his cock, which was hard and seemed even bigger than the day before. “Get it good and wet, bitch, because it’s all the lube you’re getting.” I slobbered on his cock, nervous about getting it as wet as possible if I really wasn’t getting more lube. Meanwhile the pain in my nipples gradually faded from intense to just a dull throb as I got used to the clamps. Chris had grabbed the back of my head and was fucking my face hard, making me gag a little, which he also seemed to enjoy. “Fuck, I love the sound of a gagging cocksucker.” Something he and Tyler had in common. He rammed his cock in and held my head on it until I thought I was going to pass out. While I gasped for breath, Chris positioned me leaning over the conference table. He spit on my hole and then just shoved his hard cock all the way inside me balls deep. Despite the situation I cried out in pain hoping afterward that nobody was around to hear me. “Please, Chris, stop, I can’t take it.” I was in pain and it felt like Chris was ripping up my insides. “But you’re going to take it bitch,” Chris whispered in my ear “you’re gong to be getting a lot of my big dick in your hole.” Chris started long-dicking me, slamming again my prostate. Despite the pain, my body started to react to the stimulation and I started letting out little moans every time he slammed into me. “Tell me how much you love it, bitch.” I guess I didn’t answer fast enough for him and he reached around and pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. “I said tell me how much you love it, bitch.” I knew what he wanted to hear. “I love it, Sir. Fuck me harder Sir.” Chris started fucking me harder, pounding away at my jock pussy, whispering abuse into my ear. Right before he was about to cum, he reached up and took the alligator clamps off my tits. The blood rushed to them and the pain and the sensation was the most intense feeling I’d ever had. With the blood rushing to my tits and Chris pounding my prostate I started cumming onto the conference table. It was one of the biggest loads I’d ever shot. Me cumming with my hole spasming drove Chris over the edge and he filled my guts with rope after rope of hot cum. He collapsed on top of me and just lay there until he started getting soft. He pulled out and told me to stay right where I was. He went over to his bag and I felt intense pressure at my hole as he pushed a butt plug into my bubble ass. “We can’t have you leaking my cum down your suit pants, pig. I want you to wear this all day when you’re in the office. Don’t you want to thank me, Joey, for looking out for you?” I really hated being called Joey. “Thank you, Sir” I said weakly. “Now clean up this mess you made, Joey” he said pointing to the conference table. I started to reach for paper towels and he smacked me. I knew what he wanted. He watched as I licked up my entire load from the conference table while he watched and told me what a disgusting pig I was. One of the most demeaning acts I’d ever performed. “See you later, faggot” Chris elvankent escort said and walked out the door. I cleaned myself up as best I could and hung out in the conference room until it stopped smelling like sex. I was having a hard time processing what had just happened. I thought Chris was going to just want me to get him off, but instead I’d been brutally raped by the office nerd. I as a hot jock, top of the gay food chain, and I’d been violated and used in ways I’d never experienced before. I was dejected and humiliated, but also rock hard. I grabbed some lunch and went to work on some legal briefs. I could feel the butt plug inside me and with my prostate constantly stimulated I was hard all the time. But Chris was right at least that the plug stopped his cum from leaking out onto my suit pants. I made a mental note to bring a backup suit to work…just in case. At 3:45, my phone buzzed with a text from Chris. “Conference room at 4.” Damn. I really didn’t think I was up for another round so soon, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I got there right on time and Chris walked in right after me and locked the door. “Hey faggot.” That stung. I hated being called a faggot and I winced. “Hey.” “Hey `what’, faggot? “Hey, Sir.” My face burned with humiliation. “Good boy, Joey. But I’m going to have to punish you later. Now show me.” Instinctively I knew what he wanted and I dropped my pants and showed him the butt plug. He reached out and tugged on it and twisted it which made me moan involuntarily. “Haha. I see Joey likes it. I don’t have time for a full session right now, faggot. Just going to use your hot jock mouth to get off.” He pushed me on my knees and told me to work his nuts, which were pretty tight to his body. Then he shoved his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face roughly like he had before. He’d push it in to the base and then just hold it there until I couldn’t breathe. He seemed to get harder when I gagged or choked on it. After about 10 minutes of this he pushed his cock all the way in my throat and shot rope after rope of cum straight into my stomach. He kept his hands on the back of my head and I could feel his cock start to go soft in my mouth. “Ok, Joey. Listen closely. In another minute I’m going to start pissing in your mouth.” I started to make noise but he had a firm grip on the back of my head and my protests were muffled. “Yeah, I know you’re not into it, but that’s part of what gets me off. A tall muscle jock doing everything I tell him, including drinking my piss. And you should get used to it, because you’re going to be drinking a lot of it. Oh, and by the way, this isn’t your punishment, Joey. That’s going to come later. This is a gift from me to you. Concentrate on swallowing. It would be a shame to get piss all over your suit, shirt and tie, but I’m not going to stop until I’m done.” I could feel the piss start and I could taste the slightly acrid taste on my tongue. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be but I was disgusted anyway. I struggled to keep up with Chris’s stream of piss, but managed to swallow all of it without spilling any onto my suit. When he was done, he put his dick away and just walked out the door. As soon as Chris left, I ran for the waste paper basket and vomited the contents of my stomach into it. I could see Chris’s piss and cum clearly floating in there along with whatever was left from lunch. I don’t think it was the piss that made me vomit, just the rape and violation at Chris’s hands. It was so different than my natural submission to Tyler. I sat curled up in a ball, crying in the conference room wondering how much lower I could sink. —- That’s it for Part V. Tyler will be back in the next chapter, I promise! He’s got something pretty twisted planned for Joe…. Thanks for reading and don’t forget to support Nifty. fty/

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