A Succubus's Playground Ch. 02

This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Sabrina had grown tired of being a woman. No one respected women on this dimensional plane.. Everyone seemed to take them for granted. So she used her succubus powers to morph into a man. An extremely handsome well-hung man. Naturally, she still kept Becky. Becky was an excellent slave and the perfect cum dump.

To learn more about this dimensional plain, Sabrina, now Sam, enrolled at the local college. One of the classes in which he enrolled was "Intro to Journalism". It was taught by Professor Dean. He was in his late thirties but still very attractive. During office hours, a knock came on Professor Dean's door.

"Come in!" called Professor Dean.

It was his student Sam from his "Intro to Journalism" course.

"Professor Dean, I want to talk to you about my grade on my research paper. You gave me an F. I don't think I deserve an F." said Sam.

Professor Dean frowned. He hated it when his students complained. He thought they should just respect him. He was a professor after all.

"Well Sam, the assignment was to write a research paper with sources. You need citations from books and all of that. You gave me a paper about mind control, It's very fictitious and impossible." said Professor Dean.

"But, it's not impossible Professor Dean!" Sam protested. "I can prove it to you!" He said angrily.

Dean sighed. But, decided to hear Sam out. Sam huffed exasperatedly but remained standing by the door. His confused look was so profound that Dean was taken aback. Dean almost felt sorry for Sam. Perhaps, he hadn't understood the assignment. Not all college students were as brilliant as he had been when he was in college. Dean told Sam. "I'll give you a chance to re-do the paper for ½ credit."

"I don't like that idea Professor" said Sam in a commanding voice "I would prefer to show you my research first hand. That's only fair. Don't you agree?"

A pressure built up in the back of Dean's head and his thoughts became cloudy. He mumbled "Of course, of course Mr. Smith." He was a bit horrified to find that he had been treating his favorite student so casually. He shouldn't be offensive to such a handsome man. He should respect Sam.

Professor Dean stared dreamily at Sam for awhile. He was SO attractive. Professor Dean liked strong men like Sam. Didn't he? Cloudy thoughts invaded his head again.

"How are you going to prove your research to me Sir?" Professor Dean finally got out. It was just so hard to concentrate with Sam around. He was so handsome. By now, Professor Dean was pulling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt.

"By taking over your mind! Silly." said Sam. "You'll never know I'm doing it. Everything will just seem natural to you. You're becoming a silly little bimbo slut."

Sam strode over to the now naked Dean. "You're small. But, I suppose you'll have to do for now." He said as he stroked Dean's small but now erect cock.

Dean blushed and recoiled. He attempted to cover up his nakedness. But, his student stroking his cock felt natural and kind of nice. Part of Dean wanted Sam to keep stroking it. It was a small part but growing larger by the minute.

"There's nothing wrong with being naked. It's the natural state of all humans. Everyone likes to show off. Even you!" Sam told Dean commandingly.

Immediately, Dean's hands fell to his sides. It was only right that he show off to Sam. His student was right. How could Sam not be right? Sam was always right. Being naked was the natural state of all humans. He should always be naked in front of Sam. He liked being naked in front of Sam. Didn't he?

Sam was now naked too and standing erect in front of Dean. Sam was horny. His cock was erect and he needed action now. Dean would make a perfect slave. Crawling around on his knees. It would only take a little while longer to make Dean a cockslut.

"It's alright for men to stare at men Dean." said Sam as he lustfully stared down at Dean. Sam wanted so badly to dominate this man. He wanted Dean to be crawling around on his knees serving him.

"Oh, I'm not gay. I love women." said Dean. He was sure about that. Wasn't he? Yet, Sam was so different, so powerful. Sam was sexy. Sam was what he wanted? Dean's thoughts were cloudy again.

"Yes, you are gay. You're full of desire for me. Don't you remember how much you like men? Their muscular torsos, the way their bodies are. The way a cock tastes in your mouth. You are gay." stated Sam. He was determined to have Dean one way or the other.

Again pressure formed in Dean's head. Dean's memories were rewritten. All his lady conquests, the few that there were, became men. He desired men. He loved cocks. Sam was here and they were both naked. Dean wanted Sam. Dean needed Sam. Dean knew that he needed to have Sam. He wanted to obey Sam. He wanted to be Sam's cockslut.

His eyes went down to Sam's cock. It was the biggest cock he had ever seen. It was fully erect. It was like something out of Dean's wildest dreams. Dean fell to his knees to get a better look at Sam's cock. Sam smiled evilly.

"Lick it." Sam commanded.

Dean licked it experimentally. He had never sucked cock before...had he? It felt different but Dean knew it was right. Simply licking Sam's cock was not enough. As soon as he had gotten his first taste of pre-cum Dean wrapped his lips around Sam's cock and slid them up and down. Sam's cock was so big that Dean could not deep throat him all the way. But, he tried his best.

"Good cumslut." groaned Sam "Very good, for never having done it before."

Sam groaned from Dean's vacuum like mouth and snake like tongue. Dean kept sucking. Sam's cock was his everything now. Wasn't it? Sam murmured as Dean eagerly sucked

"Ahhhh, another straight man becomes a cocksucker. Just like fate intends."

Dean momentarily paused. A stray memory of him being straight floated back into his brain. Yet, at that moment cloudy thoughts took over. He wanted to be a cocksucker. He wanted to serve Sam. Instead of thinking twice, Dean began slowly bobbing back and forth, taking a couple inches of Sam's cock in his mouth. This was what he wanted after all. Cock was good?

"Already submitting to your natural cocksucker desires," Sam assessed. Which seemed to become more and more true as Dean wanted to take more of Sam in his mouth. It was surreal to Dean sucking a cock. It was an act he had loved having done to him. Sam's cock was so right. Yet, inexplicably, something behind his cloudy thoughts felt wrong. Dean loved the feel of Sam's cock in my mouth. He couldn't understand why he'd never felt this way before. Sucking cock was so good?

Despite his cloudy thoughts, Dean continued bobbing back and forth, with each forward movement he attempted to take more of Sam's nineteen inch cock, sixteen inches bigger than his, into his awaiting. mouth. Dean couldn't take it all into his mouth yet. Sam was determined that he would. Dean had alot of learning to do. Alot of training to go through.

"Such a natural cocksucker," Sam groaned in pleasure. "I bet you can't believe you waited this long to become a cocksucker."

Dean paused. He had never done this before. Why was he doing it now? Why did he like doing it? Part of him wanted to stop, but another part of him enjoyed the feeling of a cock in his mouth. It was so wonderful. It was so right. He loved men, he loved cocks and Sam was everything he desired. His student was so hot. Dean was a slut and needed more.

"Shit," Sam mumbled, he had been SO close to cumming. "Dean, you're a good slut, and good sluts suck cock. Go on. Suck my cock." Sam ordered forcefully. Sam needed to cum. Sam had to cum. It had to be Dean that he took. Dean would be his perfect cockslut. The perfect male slave. He had the potential to be better than Becky.

The pressure in Dean's brain built up again and Dean realized that Sam was right. His Master always was right. He had to obey his Master and be a good slut. That meant sucking cock. And he liked sucking cock, so why not keep going?

Dean kept using his mouth and right hand on Sam's thick cock to make his Master moan in pleasure. His Mastert 's hips were thrusting up into Dean's mouth. He couldn't take the cock that deep, so he eased off and worked the tip with his tongue and mouth before taking the cock deeper again. It just tasted so delicious. Cocks were what and all he wanted now?

"Good slut," Sam panted. "Very good, keep going. Take it deeper. Mmm, like that."

Dean took it deeper for a second before gagging and raising his head again. Sam's hips were constantly rocking and Dean knew he was close. He could feel Sam's swelling in his mouth.

"Keep going, slut," Sam commanded. "Mmm, yes, suck my cock."

Dean kept going. His only thought was that he needed to suck his student's cock for as long as Sam needed him too. His mind was blank. He had no other troubles. He just needed to keep sucking and bobbing his head up and down. He had to do it for Sam. Sam was his whole world now. Sam was his Master.

Sam was moaning and his grip on Dean's hair tightened. He thrust deeper and more firmly into Dean's mouth. Then Sam let out a deep moan and filled Dean's mouth with a large load of thick cum.

Dean had no choice but to swallow as much as he could. It was delicious. Sam's cum was his new favorite flavor. He eagerly swallowed up as much as he could. Then he licked all the copious overflow off of his chin and the floor. Dean wanted more. He was now an addict. He couldn't get enough cum or cock.

Sam stood back and admired the naked Dean. Cum still coated Dean's face. Sam thought Dean looked good that way. Sam had just programed him to be gay. Not to be such an eager cocksucer. Succubuses seldom gave their slaves rewards but Dean was good. His new slave Dean deserved a reward.

"Very good slut, stand up and let me see you." ordered Sam.

"Since you've given me such an amazing blowjob, you may jerk off and cum." said Sam. He was being nice and giving his new slave cocksucker a present.

"You'll watch?" questioned Dean. Some small part of his mind told still told him that it was wrong.

"Of course I'll watch silly slut." said Sam. "Most men like jerking off...don't you?" He playfully stroked Dean's cock.

"I like it." stated Dean. even now his thoughts on being naked in front of Sam were changing. Of course it was naturally to jerk off in front of people. He didn't want to disappoint Sam. Even now he was hardening at the thought of jerking off in front of Sam. It felt so good to have his cock in his hands. It felt so good to have his Master watch him.

"Don't be shy, Dean." stated Sam firmly. "Just be a good slut. Jerk off for me. NOW"

Dean's hand began to move as if it had a will of its own. He rapidly pumped his wrist up and down. Yes, he had to jerk off, had to do it for Sam. He was a good boy. He was harder and hotter than he had ever been. He was gay. His student Sam was everything he wanted. He wanted nothing more than to serve Sam.

"Oh!" moaned Dean. His cock felt so good. His jerking actions were so pleasurable.

" It feels wonderful, doesn't it, Dean? It feels amazing to jerk off after sucking cock. It feels good to jerk off in front of another man. It feels good to show off your naked body," Sam told him. Dean now knew this to be true. Everything that Sam told him had to be true. Sam made him rock hard. His Master was never wrong.

Dean moaned whorshly like the cumslut he was becoming, as he kept pumping his fist. His dick was fully hard now. He liked the way Sam looked at him. Sam's malevolent smile was full of desire. It made Dean feel even hotter. He was giving his Master pleasure. His Master enjoyed the sight. His Master enjoyed him.

"Mmm, keep jerking off for me.. Make yourself feel good. You deserve to feel good after sucking my dick and swallowing my cum," Sam told him.

Dean, now a full cumslut to his succubus Master Sam, moaned, his wrist pumping up and down even faster. "Oh, oh!" His hips were thrusting into the tight grip of his wrist. "Ah!"

"Yes, moan for me, let me hear how much you're enjoying this," Sam said, his eyes gleaming evilly. "Because you're enjoying this very much. You're enjoying your first orgasm as a gay man."

Dean threw his head back in pleasure, letting out even louder moan as his wrist kept pumping. He felt so hot, so horny. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this before. It was so intense. "I'm gonna - I'm gonna cum!" he gasped.

"Go on then cumslut, cum for me. Show me how much you love this, how much you love showing off that small dick of yours, like a good cumslut." said Sam

Dean was so close to cumming but he knew he couldn't until Master Sam gave permission. He needed release and looked pleadingly towards Master Sam.

"Cum." ordered Master Sam.

Dean gasped as he felt his orgasm building rapidly."Yes!" he screamed. "Yes, yes, fuck, so good!" He moaned as passion washed over him. It filled his entire body. It felt amazing. Cum poured from his cock, load after load, until the feeling abated, and his breath returned to normal.

Dean was so spent that he was on his knees again. Master Sam programmed his brain that this was where he belonged. He would always remain on his knees in Master Sam's presence. He was Master Sam's cockslut after all. Master Sam deserved his respect and his service.

After that, Dean happily changed Master Sam's grade. His Master was brilliant and Dean had to provide and do whatever Sam wished. Master Sam had invited him over to his house in Quiet Acres for a party. Dean looked forward to another chance to serve Master Sam.

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