A Rule A Day

The Ride of My Life

Chapter 4: An Opened Cunt

The next day I could barely concentrate in class. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and my mind was swirling with lust. Images of cock, pits, ass, balls, feet and all sorts of manly fluids kept me up and horny as hell. I decided not to masturbate, though. I was an owned slut now. My job was to be horny and desperate.

All I could do all day was stare at my classmates’ crotches, imagine their smell, their taste, the amount of hair they had, how they liked to fuck, what they’d like to say while doing it… My English teacher was a silver fox with a big bulge, so that period I really didn’t concentrate.

Once school was over, I said a quick goodbye to my one friend and rushed home to get ready for Master. I stopped by the pharmacy and bought a douche. The lady at the register looked at me funny, but who gave a fuck. All of town already called me a fag behind my back anyway, might as well act like one.

I got back home to an empty house, thankfully. Dad and my brothers were off at their jobs. Dad worked at a company that sold and installed fancy windows and doors at rich people’s houses. Erick worked at a sporting goods store, and Dylan was a lifeguard at the country club uptown.

I quickly went upstairs, googled how to douche for anal sex (as if I hadn’t googled it before), and started following the instructions. It was a funny feeling at first, but once I got used to it, it was fine. Eventually the water ran clean, and so I put on my used panties once more. I really needed to get some new pairs.

I also wore some joggers and a t-shirt. I knew my master didn’t care about my clothes, as long as they were easy access.

Right when I started to wonder where Alpha Master NH was gonna pick me up, I got a text from him.

“Be at the gas station in 10”. And I was.

Barely a moment after arriving, I saw the red car approaching and my heart skipped a beat. I anticipated his smell, his look, his presence, but it was a false alarm. It wasn’t him. The car drove past me and my heart sank. Instead, a mangled blue truck approached me. “You the fag?”. The driver was a dark haired man that looked pretty white trash. 

I didn’t know what to do, so I nodded. “Nick loaned me your holes for today. Get in”, he ordered. And I did.

The car smelled strongly of sweat, as well as something like ranch dressing and chicken. My heart started pounding as I got on and he started the engine. Should I jump out. Then I felt my phone buzzing.

It was another text from Alpha Master NH.

“Remember what we talked about. Your holes must be open and ready to serve men, any men. So, relax and enjoy. Carl will be reporting back to me on how you did. You’ll be punished it yo don’t serve well”.

Fuck, he was right. I was gonna be used like a whore by a real man. I should be happy. Although, a sadness came over me, knowing the first cock inside my pussy wouldn’t be my master’s.

I looked down as Sir Carl’s crotch. He was wearing really old, thick jeans, and you couldn’t see much underneath them. However, there was a hint of bulge there. I sniffed the air, andtiy frankly stank of sweat. He was probably coming right from work, doing something physical all day. A regular guy or girl would be disgusted at the thought, but the cut off flannel he was wearing let me see thick hair sneaking out of his pits, and all I could think of was burying my nose in them and breathing in until I passed out.

Sir Carl drove us to a seedy motel and parked the car there. He took a room key from his glove compartment and ordered me to get out. I did, feeling my heart in my temples. He was a skinny guy, with a raspy beard and shaggy hair. His white wife beater looked dirty, as did his jeans. He was wearing work boots, and his feet seemed big.

I followed him up the stairs to room 14, on the second floor, and went inside. It was a standard motel room. At least it didn’t look slept in. He didn’t live there. As I walked in, I remembered the night before and proceeded to fully undress.

He stared at me while I did that, and laughed out loud when he saw my panties. “Fucking faggots, dude!”, he muttered under his breath. “Keep those on”, he ordered, so I complied.

Then, completely naked except for my stolen lace panties, I walked up to him, looking down, and knelt between his legs. He stared at me, chewing on something, maybe some gum. There was an uncomfortable silence. I felt tiny and infinitely inferior in front of him.

“How may I serve you, Sir?”, I finally asked after about 3 minutes.

“Look up at my face”, he demanded. I did. I felt so small.

He stared for about a full minute. Then smirked mockingly at me. 

“So, you’re a virgin little cumslut?”, he asked.

I hesitated. “Yes, Sir. I am”, I replied.

“Well, that just won’t do, will it?”, he said. I shook my head.

“No, Sir. I need to be opened up”. He laughed.

“Oh, so you want a good dicking from this cock?”, he asked grabbing his dick through his jeans.

I was terrified, but I nodded, moaning.

“Ok. I can help you with that”, he added with another smirk. “But first take my boots off and clean my feet.

I started untying his shoes, first one and then the other. Then, slowly and reverently I took one off, looked up at him and pressed the boot against my nose. I breathed in. They were rank, smelling like proper manly foot stink. My head spun.

“You like that smell, bitch?”, he asked.

“I love every smell of a man”, I said, half lying. I didn’t particularly enjoy foot worship, but he did, and it was my place to serve him.

I did the same with the other boot. Then, I proceeded to take off his socks, smelling, kissing and even licking his feet, before removing the stinky, moist cloth off of them. They were really smelly feet. It was rough, but I went into subspace and accepted my role. 

“I’m a faggot and my place is to serve this man. My pleasure is secondary to his. I must be an open slut, ready to serve him however he wants. In this moment, this man is my master, my infinitely superior master. I must serve him as such”, I kept thinking over and over again.

Following his orders, I went to town making out with his sweaty, hairy feet. I licked his toes, the sides of his feet, and the sole from heel to tip. I alternated between licking it all like a lollypop and sucking on it like a popsicle. My whole face smelled immediately like foot stink. Although I must say, once I got into it and he started dirty talking to me, barking orders at my faggy self and reacting to my service, I got pretty into the scenario.

By the time he got enough of it and pulled me up by my hair, it could have been anywhere between 10 minutes and 4 hours. I had left my body and become a faggot foot licker while serving this white trash, dominant, alpha male.

When I looked up, he had unzipped his fly and was jerking off. I could briefly see a full bush with average sized balls, and a thick (just like Alpha Master NH’s penis), stout cock that was maybe about 6 inches long (very unlike Alpha Master NH’s penis). However, I could barely catch a glimpse, as he directed my face right in front of his.

“Open your mouth, slut!”, he barked out. I did, and he forced out a thick, wet glob of spit that landed right on my tongue. My nipples got immediately hard, and I instinctively swallowed.

“Thank you, Sir!”, I cried out. He laughed.

“Now clean my pits!”, he demanded, and pushed my head into his left armpit.

I almost passed out but in the best of ways. He smelled rank, like dried manly sweat. It was oniony, musky and salty. His hand guided me tightly by the hair, to spread all of that stink onto my face. I closed my eyes and felt his pit hairs, skin and bones spread the moisture and smell onto me.

I was now one with this man’s stink. I was marked by him. I smelled like the rank, dirty, sweaty armpit of a white trash, superior, alpha male. I was a faggot bitch, lucky enough to serve him.

“Lick it clean!”, he ordered. And he let my hair go. 

I began at once cleaning all the way from his nipple to the middle of his bicep. I enjoyed myself, doing long, wet strokes. It was salty. The smell was intoxicating. I could feel hairs on my tongue and teeth, but I ignored them and kept going.

“Really get into those hairs”, he added. So, I started sucking hard on his mats of long, stiff pit hair. Sucking out all of the juice, swallowing like if it was the taste of an exotic, expensive fruit. He was jerking off slowly the whole time, moaning a bit. I loved every second of the experience.

Once we were both certain that not a single particle of sweat was left in that pit, my face had become a stinky mess. Then, he grabbed me by the hair without any warning and put me to work on the other one. 

I repeated the whole ritual and went nuts on that armpit. I showed every part of my nasty, dirty, slutty faggot nature right there, every impulse that I had been guarding inside all my life came out, and I became a total bitch. 

I licked, and rubbed, and sucked with desperation. This was my purpose in life, no doubt about it. I was made to be a faggot whore.

It was most definitely dark outside when he grabbed my hair once more, and pushed me back down to the carpeted ground. Not until then, did I remember where I was. Wow! If only 48 hours ago someone had told I would be the nastiest slut in a seedy motel for an unknown, white trash man, I would have laughed in their face.

“Get up, bitch!”, Sir Carl commanded. I complied at once.

“Get on all fours on the bed, ass up, face down, arms behind your back!”, he added.

I did my best. It was an uncomfortable, awkward position. My knees were already somewhat stiff from the beginning of the session, although the cheap mattress was soft at least. My face was pressed against the harsh fabric of the bedspread, which smelled musty, but not as much as my face stank of feet and pit sweat.

Sir Carl took a couple of minutes doing I don’t know what, and I just laid there, reflecting on what I was and what I was doing. Unlike what any normal man would experience in my situation, I was ecstatic and so fucking proud of myself. Now, I was about to get fucked by this man, for the first time in my life. My ass would become a cunt, and I would please my Alpha Master by doing so.

It was like my whole world fell into place all of a sudden, like if I finally became myself after an eternity of faking it. This nasty, dirty, shameless, sweat covered, soon to be cum filled slut was my true self. I knew it in my bones.

Then, I felt Sir Carl’s presence behind me one more. He squirted some cold lube on my ass, and ordered me to spread my cheeks. There was some cold pressure on my hole, and I felt his dick push into my pussy, stretching it out.

I grunted. I had put stuff up there before: fingers, one or two cucumbers, a vibrator I used to have until I left the batteries in too long and they leaked, so I had to throw it away… It wasn’t exactly a new feeling to have something up there, but Sir Carl’s cock was girthy, and I had to breathe in and focus on relaxing my hole not to cry. The cock awkwardly plopped in a few inches at a time. 

Eventually, I felt his pelvis and balls press against my ass cheeks. Thank cock it was on the shorter side. He then bent down and whispered in my ear. “You’ve got a pussy now, bitch!”, before he started fucking me slowly but steadily. I was moaning like a whore in heat, half in pain, half in pleasure.

All it took was about five minutes of hard pumping for him to flood my insides with thick, warm cum. I felt his body tensing up, his hand pulling my hair harder and forcing my back to arch, his cock go balls deep, and then a pulsating, wet sensation inside me. I was bred. I was turned. Any measly crumb of masculinity I had ever pretended to have left me that night in that motel room. I stopped being a faggy kid and became a faggot slut, a cumhole.

I had finally served my purpose.

Five minutes later I was leaking cum in the back seat of a ride app car. My head was throbbing, and my body ached everywhere. Still, I couldn’t be happier.

I felt my phone buzz.

“I heard you exceeded expectations, faggot. Now you have two cunts, like any faggot cumdump should. From now on, be ready to get fucked every time you meet me or any other man. Your pussy is ours, not yours. For tomorrow, here’s the location to my house. I expect you to come straight from school”.

I was beaming. Being owned was the best experience of my life.

**Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It depicts fictitious scenarios between fictitious people. Always partake in safe sex practices and procure consent. All characters are assumed legal and over the age of consent.