The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 05

Now I knew the depths of my foolishness. To think that Dixie had ever been mine was laughable. If I had only known before the extent of Troy's power I would never have dared challenge him. But challenge him I had and here I was facing my imminent doom.

But for some reason I didn't regret that. My decisions had led me to this moment and I was still captivated by the show being put on before me. I felt privileged to see a sexual god in action like this. Sure the future looked bleak but at least I had seen something incredible in my life, something that would stay with me forever.

And then I watched as Troy walked towards me, carrying Roxy as he did so. In the process he stopped supporting her head, all the while continuing to pound away mercilessly at her cunt. She flopped back and was only prevented from falling to the floor by his firm grip on her hips.

The view I had now surpassed anything I'd seen so far that night. I could see the sexy blonde's face rocked back facing me, totally overwhelmed by the damage being done to her leaking cunt. Her tits were jiggling up and down at such a pace that it would make you dizzy if you looked at them for too long. But that wasn't what I was looking at. I couldn't help but gaze in awe at Troy. His shredded torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his skin look darker and his muscles even more defined.

He was still pounding away at Roxy's cunt but his eyes were staring into mine. It felt as though a laser might erupt from them at any moment, such was the intensity of his stare. They were alight with a fire which I knew would conquer far more than just me or these two blonde sluts. If I had not already fallen in love with my destroyer this would have pushed me over the edge completely. The power and strength in his gaze, coupled with the way his muscles stretched as he pulverised his second conquest of the evening combined to make awake feelings inside me that I had never know existed.

Then suddenly it was all over, well for Roxy at least. I watched in shock as her whole body shuddered, as though she had been electrocuted. Her eyes fluttered and closed. She had been fucked unconscious. Fucked so hard and so deep, pushed so far beyond her sexual breaking point that she had lost the ability to even stay awake.

I saw Troy moan in frustration. He pulled out his raging boner and deposited Roxy next to Dixie's prone form. For a second I contemplated their comatose bodies, lifeless except for the shallow rise and fall of their chests. At the start of the evening these two sluts had turned me on more than any other I could remember. Their strength, their beauty and their sexual power had taken my breath away.

But now they looked completely different to me. Troy had physically and mentally ruined them. Turned them from strong, confident women into shivering needy whores who I knew would do anything to make him destroy them all over again. It was like he had taken their sexual power and drained them totally, using them only for his own ends.

And yet I felt no sympathy for their predicament. No, another emotion overpowered that. The intense feeling of jealousy which overwhelmed every other thought or feeling inside me at that moment. I turned back to look at Troy and felt my stomach lurch.

He was stood just a few feet in front of me now. His broad chest was heaving now, while his hand gripped his still rock hard tool.

"Now this is a bit of a problem, isn't it?" Troy's voice was deep and calm, but I could hear the menacing tone within it. I felt myself holding my breath wondering what was going to happen next, not daring to hope that what I had come to realise I wanted more than anything else in the world might actually happen.

"Maybe I should have been a bit slower with that pig, bitch. Look at me now. What the fuck am I gonna do about this? This is the problem I have, trying to find sluts who can handle a proper fucking from a real man."

His dick looked angry in his hands as he continued to wank it. But we both knew that wasn't going to do the job. There was only one solution to this problem and it was only a matter of time before Troy worked that out.

And then it happened. I saw his eyes brighten as he stared intently at me before licking his lips like a ravenous wolf that had just got the scent of his latest prey. Suddenly he was moving towards me with a gleam in his eye.

"I guess given that I've fucked my way through two sluts already I might as well go for the hat trick. I've never fucked a dude before, but you got a hole and that's all I fucking need right now. And I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you've been looking at me, not even able to keep your pathetic faggot mouth shut."

As he spoke these words with a venomous hiss he'd roughly spun me round so that I had my back to him and pulled my pants down to the ground. I felt my hard prick spring out into the open and it nestled between my abs and the sofa below. I was kneeling now, with my ass stuck high in the air and my head leaning forward against an old, tatty cushion.

"Should probably lube you up, shouldn't I?" Troy whispered. "But that ain't my style and anyway this is a punishment after all. If you were stupid enough to challenge me then you're gonna have to live with the consequences even if one of those is that you won't be able to shit properly again." His voice grew louder and more threatening with each word.

It was really difficult for me to process my feelings at that precise second. There was definitely fear. I mean it would be impossible not to be scared after having seen Troy in action. I was just about to have my cherry popped by the biggest dicked stud that I'd ever seen in my life. And I knew that he would have no mercy whatsoever.

And yet the stronger emotion I felt was desire and need. I wanted this. I had come to realise in the last few hours that I had been wrong about nearly everything. But most importantly I'd been wrong about my true self. The Mike Spirelli that I'd known was dead. The guy that thought he could rule the roost, dominate sluts and own them, that guy was gone and I knew he wasn't coming back.

In his place was the Mike Spirelli who got off on being humiliated. The Mike Spirelli who knew that his true role in life was to service superior men. Troy had been right to call me a faggot, because that was who I truly was. If anything I was grateful to him, grateful for enlightening me about myself. So all there was to do now was brace myself and hope that I could somehow survive the coming onslaught.

It hit me almost straight away. I felt Troy's thick, meaty dagger pierce my tight, virgin ass and I could do nothing to stop myself from screaming out. Troy was just massive. And my ass couldn't cope as I felt its muscles straining.

I thought Troy was going to fuck me clean in half, the pain was so great. I gripped hold of the sofa and bit down trying to find a way to control the pain. But it was useless. Troy was using his weight now to bury his shaft deeper and deeper inside me.

"That's it bitch, take my alpha dick in your faggot ass."

His taunting, demeaning words only turned me on more. I knew that he was speaking the truth about my place in the world. I was there to service real men like Troy, offering up my ass for them to use and abuse as they wished.

I could feel my ass resisting him, fighting the intrusion, trying to stop the invader. But that too was useless. Resistance was futile against this unstoppable force. For a fraction of a second I felt Troy's movement stop.

"Fuck, Mike. You're tight as fuck. This ass is amazing and I know it hurts like hell right now but trust me I've done this to chicks thousands of times before and it ain't long till they're begging for it harder and deeper. You'll be no different."

And with that I felt him pulling his dick back. It felt like he was dragging my whole ass out with him and I felt myself being physically pulled back as his solid shaft carried my entire body back with it. But next second Troy had slammed into me again and my head was forced into the back of a sofa.

Just like he had with Dixie and Roxy before me he hit a steady rhythm, pushing his huge weapon in and out of me faster and faster, stretching out my boy cunt. I was squealing like a pig that had had its tail cut off. It was agony. Whatever my fears, this was worse.

My ass was just too tight for a dick the size of Troy's cock and my ass felt so dry as his dick scrapped along my anal passage, roughing up my ass so bad that it felt like sandpaper. I was gasping for air and felt as though I was having my internal organs rearranged.

But I noticed with pride that it wasn't all plain sailing for Troy either.

"FUCK! This ass is tight, Mike. Jeez. I should have done this a long time ago, boy. All those squats at the gym finally paid off for you."

The compliments lifted my spirits slightly, providing a minor distraction from the pain. But then I felt something smelly pressing against my face. I squinted out of the corner of my eye and saw what could only be the sole of one of Troy's feet.

I wasn't sure exactly how he was doing it but he'd somehow managed to lift a foot over my body and was now using it to drive my head into the sofa. Each time he thrust into me my face was driven down. But rather than repulsing me, as it surely would have just hours before, this only made my dick tighten even further.

I was being dominated by Troy now so totally and completely. And I couldn't have been happier, despite the pain and abuse I was receiving. Being humiliated like this turned me on and I only wanted Troy to be nastier and meaner, to use and abuse me as the faggot cumslut that I now realised I had become.

The feeling was strangely liberating. No more needing to make decisions for myself. No more worrying about what to do. Life was simple now. I was just a hole to be used and abused by real men and that was all I would need to be happy.

"That's it faggot. Not so cocky now, are you? Not now that I'm showing you how a real alpha fucker destroys his sluts."

Troy was enjoying this so much, putting me in my rightful place at his feet. And his invective kept on coming, reinforcing his ownership of me.

"Cos that's all you are now. A slut with a hole. A slut just like Dixie. You thought you were a big man, didn't you? You thought you'd turned Dixie into a mindless fuckslut who would do whatever you told her to. But as it turns out you're my fuckslut, aren't you?"

As Troy continued his brutal battering of my ass I felt it starting to loosen, perhaps aided by his trash talking which was only increasing my levels of arousal. The fire was still there. The rawness was still there. But now I started to feel something else. A hedonistic pleasure that was indescribable. Over time, with each thrust of Troy's cunt crusher the pain diminished and the pleasure increased.

Until eventually I felt a feeling of giddy ecstasy flowing out of my ass and through my entire body. Troy was riding me like the bitch I was. And I loved it. Loved the feeling of Troy pounding my prostate as he stretched my ass to accommodate his incomprehensible girth.

"Ugh. YES. I'm your needy fuckslut, Troy. Yours to do whatever you want to. Ugh. Fuck. Ugh."

I could barely talk now, Troy was fucking me so hard. Now that he had found the tiniest bit of lubrication and my ass had opened up to him, he was railing me, using his all his weight to press his huge bitch breaker deeper and deeper inside me.

I was struggling for air now, winded by the unceasing assault Troy was mercilessly unleashing on me. Now I truly knew how Dixie and Roxy had felt earlier, having a sexual god drill them so hard and so deep that they forgot who they were or where they were.

That was me now, I no longer cared about anything else in the world. All I cared about was making sure that Troy kept fucking me, kept pounding me, kept ripping open my tight, muscled ass.

"That's it bitch. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you fucking need." Troy hissed.

"Ugh. Fuck me harder. Fuck me like the bottom bitch that I am. Fucking breed me. Breed my ass with your baby batter."

"Sorry, what was that bitch, I didn't quite hear it?" Troy slowed down his pace momentarily, and my reaction was instantaneous.

"FUCK ME." I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I need your dick, like I need air to breath."

"Tell me what you are then?" Troy was laughing now as he kept the tip of his prick inside my anus, teasing me while at the same time making me feel so empty.

"I'm your bitch. I'm your cumslut. I'm your hole. That's all I am now. A hole to be fucked by a proper man."

The words flew out of my mouth without conscious thought and they clearly excited Troy as he slammed his dick back inside me with such ferocity that I thought I was going to be fucked right through the sofa.

"Well you asked for it Mike. And boy are you gonna get it. Love the way your muscled ass can take my huge dick. Let's test out its limits now."

As the pounding accelerated as promised I began to lose control of myself. Just a few seconds later I felt myself cumming. Not just cumming, but cumming harder than I ever had in my life. And for the second time that evening it happened without my hands, or anything else, touching my prick.

I felt spurt after spurt fire out, although pinned as I was I wasn't able to see as it dropped down onto the carpet below. I was screaming now at the top of my lungs, unable to hold back any longer. And at the same time I felt my ass clamping down on Troy's cock, smothering it in my muscled ass.

I heard him groan and was sure that I was about to be bred for the first time in my life. But yet again Troy surprised me.

"You're not ... getting ... off ... that ... easily ... BITCH." Each word corresponded to another thrust into my tight hole.

And then suddenly I was empty. But before I could even comprehend what had caused Troy to stop I had been spun round. As this happened I slipped down onto the floor, yelping in pain as my battered ass collided with the floor.

I felt dizzy and totally out of control, so when I saw something huge coming towards my face I acted on pure instinct. Pure faggot instinct. I opened my mouth.

"That's it bitch, taste your ass." I could hear Troy laughing.

I should have been horrified, but I wasn't. The smell of Troy's spear was intoxicating, so much so that I almost passed out. It smelt of something that now felt alien and foreign to me. Pure masculinity. This was a real man, using his fag to clean his alpha cock. And that was just fine with me. I felt a happiness and contentment here, having a dirty dick forced down my throat than I ever had before in my life.

I had thought that I was meant to be the one in Troy's position, the one sticking my dick down a slut's throat. But now I realised how wrong I had been. I was the slut and this was a taste of my future.

Troy's prick had a tangy taste to it, but I didn't have long to dwell on that as he rammed it further and further down my throat, using all his weight to force it in. Soon I was gagging, I felt like my jaw might break given how wide my mouth had to open to accommodate his ridiculous girth.

I felt my teeth scraping against the underside of Troy's manhood and next second I felt a painful blow to the side of my head.

"Keep your teeth out of the way you pathetic fag. I know you're new to this but you're gonna have to be a quick learner if you want to be a good little slut."

I put all my energy into stretching my mouth as wide as it could possibly go, and further, as Troy kept relentlessly pushing his rod of steel into my open mouth.

"See bitch, you've actually got two cunts. And they're both there to be used."

With that Troy started fucking my mouth violently, banging it hard into the side of the sofa.

"That's it fag, this is what it's like to be skull fucked by a real man."

My dizziness was back. I had no idea what was happening to me. But I still felt happy, because I knew that Troy was enjoying what he was doing to me. I knew that I was giving him pleasure. Sure it was uncomfortable, but that didn't matter now.

After a while, Troy seemed to get bored. He pulled his cock out and for one glorious second I looked up dazed at my new master.

Troy was now dripping in sweat, his muscles gleaming from his extended sexual workout. His prick had slapped straight back to his ripped abs and was covered in my slobber, which only made it seem even bigger. It seemed impossible that Troy had put that monstrosity so far down my gullet and up my ass. And I realised that he still wasn't finished. He had fucked two sluts into oblivion already and a third was well on his way and still this sexual beast was not satisfied. But the thing that made me harder than ever was the gleam in his eye. It was like looking into the pitiless eyes of Satan himself.

But before I could process any more I had been flipped over again, like a burger about to be consumed and Troy had buried himself in me once more.

This time Troy really meant business. He was going even faster than before and after just a few seconds I felt his apricot sized balls slapping me and I knew he had achieved the impossible, going balls deep in my no longer virgin ass.

He was fucking me with the impatient ferocity of a man who had no other thought than getting himself off. There was no more shit talking. There was no more teasing. There was no more taunting.

No. This was just relentless, pussy pounding fucking. I was dribbling all over the place now and it felt like something was breaking inside my ass, as though my strong glutes were finally giving up and waving the white flag of surrender.

But Troy was not interested in taking any prisoners tonight. He was going all out. Showing me how a real alpha male slays their sluts. And I was now struggling, as Dixie and Roxy had before me, to stay awake as my brain seemed to dissolve into a hedonistic mush.

Troy was finding it difficult to breathe properly now and was gasping for air now like a fish out of water, but still he continued to jack hammer me.

He was now pulling my handcuffed arms, dragging me back to meet every thrust of his huge dong. I felt it being pushed ever deeper inside my ass as Troy continued to fuck me right through my orgasm.

I was now feeling a feverish giddiness and my head was struggling to cope with the sensory overload. The whole room was covered in a sexual haze created by the man now intent on ripping my ass to pieces. I no longer knew who or where I was as my head was slammed into the sofa again and again and again.

My whole body was covered in sweat now and I felt better than I had ever felt before in my life as my head became flooded with endorphins, sending me into paroxysms of hitherto unknown delight. How had I never experienced this pleasure before? And how would I survive without it ever again?

These were two of my last thoughts as under the pressure of Troy's battering I started to wilt as the two sluts that had gone before me had. Just before losing consciousness I heard Troy roar in delight and felt a hot, wetness fill up my ass. And then the world went blank and I remembered no more.

The next morning I awoke in exactly the same position that I had fallen asleep in. The first thing that I noticed was that my ass felt as though a bomb had gone off inside it. I couldn't help but reach down and feel it, if only to check if it was still there.

It felt incredibly tender to the touch and I winced as my hand felt around it. Upon the slight disturbance I felt a trickle of now cold spunk trickle out and down my leg. This only caused me to wince further, it was like my ass had been bruised beyond repair from its battering the night before.

It was only then that I realised how cold I was and then all of the previous nights events came flooding back to me. I turned round and saw, with a jolt, that Troy was sat at a table across the room. He seemed to be drinking a hot drink of some description and had been watching me intently as I had slept. He was butt naked and I could not help but admire his incredibly buff body that made mine seem pathetic and weak in comparison especially now I knew just what he was capable of.