I struggled out of the fog of alchol-induced slumber to the smell of food.  Ever since we broke up I haven't had much of an apetite and often went a day or even two without eating much of anything ... and, considering I'm a bit on the larger side - Ok.  Ok.  More than a bit! - I could stand to lose a few pounds.  But I smelled meat grilling.  I got up, threw on a pair of boxers and walked to the kitchen.  There was Dean frying burgers on the Jen-Air in nothing but his typical bikini underwear - the Curve bulging it suggestively.  I felt a twinge of lust consume me as I looked at his gorgeous body, my eyes scanning from his bulge upward along his six-pack to his pecs then his face.  But my lust vanished as I began to notice the dark splotches of bruises discoloring is tanned skin.  And his face, puffy, swollen, black and blue around his torn lip and his eye.

But he smiled at me that smile that could practically make me cum, "Well.  Jsut in time for lunch." Two plates waited next to him on the island, buns (not his) fully loaded awaiting the arrival of the meat (boy!  I can't escape the double entendres.).  He plopped the burgers on the buns and we moved to the table.

We ate mostly in silence interspersed with "Ow"s and "Ungh"s as Dean struggled to eat with a split lip, loose teeth and sore face.  Despite the gravity of the situation I had to fight off a snicker.

"I'm really sorry." he said.

"Ok."

"No.  Really.   I ... I ... wish I hadn't screwed up."

"Me, too."  the pain started to rise up out of my stomach, my eyes got all hot and itchy.

Dean got up from his half-eaten burger and came around the table next to me.  I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge of his locked cock somewhat hidden behind his briefs.  I felt betrayed.  I felt worthless.  How could he not only ruin our relationship, but then to do ... this?  I looked up at him as he rested his hand on my head and began stroking my hair, caressing my neck.

And, despite all this pain and anger inside me his touch, his sensitive smile just washed those things away and I felt all my love for him rush into me.  Why do I still have to love him?  I got up to leave, to escape, but his hands grabbed my arms.

"Please.  Don't run away." I could see he was fighting off tears and my heart continued to twist and turn. "Thank you ... for last night.  You've always taken care of me."

He slid his hands around me and pulled me into his hug.  Gawd, it felt so good to be held.  A huge sigh and a shudder came from him and we relaxed into each others' bodies.  I closed my eyes.  He smelled so good.  I turned my head a little to graze his earlobe with my lips.  Oh God.  I traced my lips down from his ear to his shoulder.  My arms snaked around him, stroking his muscular back.  My hands traveled across his body, remembering every ripple.  Before I knew it, they slid beneath his underwear and gripped his ass cheeks.

He moaned.  Then I felt his tongue start to lick my ear, he nibbled on my earlobe.  My cock, my free cock spring, becoming a steel rod between us.  His hands moved to my ass and pulled my groin into his crushing his Curve-encased cock into me - and reminding me I needed to stop.

I started to pull away and he gripped me harder, "No.  Don't." in a tone that commended me like he used to.  I stopped pushing away but he let go, hands rising to my shoulders and put some space between us.  His lips bent to mine and with a moan from deep inside me I let it happen.  his tongue searched my mouth and I sucked on it.  My asshole twitched remembering that kisses like this always meant deep driiling.

He slid down to his knees taking my underwear with him.  My hard cock slapping him in the face - something that never happend before.  He sucked my cock into his mouth, thrusting forward, swallowing it all.  It wasn't long before I felt my balls pull up and orgasm churning its way through my system.  He pulled himself off me and stood, then lowered himself face-down on the dining room table, "Eat my ass." and I dropped, His command taking control of my body.  I buried my nose in his crack and my tongue drilled into his hole.

He moaned and groaned, "Deeper bitch!"  and "Fuck me with your tongue." I slapped his ass cheeks hard and continue to suck on his rosebud.  One hand of mine, stroking my cock ... sticky strings of jizz dripping onto the floor.  "Fuck me" I heard him say.  I stood and shoved my cock inside him.  It seemed so foreign to me, having always been a bottom.  My lust powered me and I fucked him.  Hard.  Deep.  Fast ... just like he used to do to me.  And he squeeled in pleasure.  He begged me for more.

I was so mind-fucked as I kept flash-backing to these same words said so many times before thought our positions were reversed.

I came.  My cum blasting out of my cock so hard it almost hurt.  I kept fucking him though my cock's sensitive head resisted and my body was shaking with the adrenaline.  He kept squeeling and begging; driving me on.  Then a second orgasm shot through me and another load exploded into his hole. 

I yanked out and grabbed him by the hair pulling him off the table and back to his knees.  I shoved my cock into his mouth, "Clean it fucker!" and he did.

A minute later, as I came down from my orgasmic high, I looked down at him sucking my limp cock, pinching his own nipples ... the begging look on his face telling me he wanted to cum so badly it hurt.  For the first time I got a good look at his cock in the Curve chastity device.  It was engorged and the flesh of his cock pushing itself through the slits.  I knew how big his cock was and knew also how much pain he was feeling.

I stepped back and looked at him in disgust.  "How long?"  "Since Valentine's Day."  Amost six weeks.

I smiled.  Grinned actually; knowing how much agony he was in.  For almost a year he fucked me every day and masturbated too; then add the times he fucked someone else ... he was cumming 2 or 3 times a day.  Now, he was locked.  A bitch.  He was in severe heat.  The time from 6 to 8 weeks of not cumming is the worst.

When you're a man and you give up your right to cum for any period of time (longer than a week, say) you question everything about yourself.  More so, your need to breed overwhelms you.  Your body begins struggling to return to its purpose.  Suddenly, at six weeks, its as if your body shudders its last gasp of masculinity or maleness.  You become blind to anything but the need for release.  And, when you are locked, you will do ANYTHING to cum, somehow.  You'll imagine a thousand ways to get off ... cucumbers, dildos, animals, men,  anything cylindrical becomes something to fuck yourself with in your mind.

Luckily, though, at some point your body gives up.  Your body knows beyond a doubt that now you are a bitch, a cock whore.  You RECEIVE.  Your cock goes limp. You can have sex all day and your cock will never engorge, never get hard. 

Don't get me wrong.  You still lust.  In fact, the need to receive is stronger than the need to give.  Also, your body learns a new kind of orgasm.  Your hole becomes your pleasure center.  Then, one day, while getting fucked or riding a dildo you have your first anal orgasm.  

Your body shuddres violently.  You gasp for air.  You wail in joy as your hole, your insides start to spasm.  And, too, you discover that this orgasm will last.  In fact, it will last as you keep fucking yourself on that man's cock or that dildo.  As a man-turned-bitch you wonder if this is how a woman feels her orgasm.  You begin to realise your former orgasms were nothing compared to this.

Its addicting.  About that time, your Owner, your Master has full claim on you and you will do anything for Him to have that anal orgasm again ... and again.

I thought all of this as I looked down at my former Master and felt disgusted that he, once so strong, so virile was now becoming a true cunt boy, a whoring bottom, a servant.  I pitied him too, cuz I could see he didn't want this new life.  He'd seen - and supposedly loved - me travel this path. 

As I walked away I said, "Clean up the dishes."  I turned to him, "Scrub the kitchen.  Naked."   Love, passsion, joy mixed with vengeance, evil, and retribution in my thoughts.  As I stepped into the shower my cock swelled and grew in my soapy hands as I thought all the ways I was gong to make his life Hell from now on.