One year later, I found myself home again. My college experiment didn't go well. I travelled four states away, battled homesickness, my high school sweetheart cheated on me, my grades fell, and by the end of the year I was sent home. I never shared the elicit experience I had before I left with anyone. I was completely closeted, struggling in the locker room as I showered with my college teammates. Back home, I was depressed. My life felt rudderless. I had no interest in dating after my broken heart. I decided I'd visit the adult theater again, to blow off some steam and to satisfy the craving I'd been harboring for a full year.

I left early when Tuesday rolled around. When I arrived at Fancy's Canteen, the parking lot was full. My body trembled with anticipation and excitement. I came prepared. I was wearing short, cutoff denim shorts and a silky thong I stole from my Mother's panty drawer. A tight, simple white tank top clung to my expanded chest and shoulders. I had added 20 pounds of muscle while I was away at school. I now stood at 5'11," 163 lbs., my messy blond hair sitting on my head like a frazzled pixie cut. I was attractive and I knew it.

When I entered the adult establishment, I took in my surroundings and immediately noticed the same man I had shared my first experience with, a year earlier. He was posed by the curtain, ready to enter the theater. A wide smile stretched across his face and his chest swelled as he took in a deep breath. I got my tokens and approached him quickly. "What a surprise! I never thought I'd see you again!" he said warmly.

We entered past the curtain, continuing our conversation in the hallway between the theater and the private booths. "I just returned from my freshman year of college," I shared.

"You look great! I'm Jeff," he said, caressing my arm.

"I'm Mitchell," I blushed, completely enamored by the handsome older man's attention. He stepped forward, into my personal space. I was pinned against the wall by his masculine frame.

"May I kiss you?" he purred. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He tasted amazing, with a slight hint of bourbon. Our bodies grinded together, the bulges in our pants fighting for dominance. When our lips finally parted, he said with a smile, "Follow me." He took my hand and led me to the theater.

We settled in the back row. A litany of homoerotic actions flooded the big screen as 8 men participated in a steamy orgy. The theater was filled with moans from the screen and other patrons. Jeff immediately freed his girthy cock. I was singularly focused on him, perching on my knees in the seat next to him. As soon as his cock was exposed, I was lavishing attention on him. I swallowed him as deeply as I could.

He grabbed my head, holding me in place. Jeff was already being more aggressive, taking ownership of me as his toy. I was extremely turned on. I couldn't see who Jeff was talking too as he fucked my throat, but I heard him say, "This is mine." His hand slid down my back and into my shorts. He squeezed my supple ass and teased my hole with his finger. "This little whore is wearing panties," he growled. My only response was gagging noises as his cock blocked the passage of air in my throat. Then I heard Jeff say, "You can have a taste."

Instantly, I felt two strong hands on my hips, sliding my thong and shorts down. A warm wet tongue began to rim my puckered backdoor entrance. I moaned around Jeff's dick, sending vibrations through his meaty cock and up his spine. The invading tongue pushed deeper into my back side. "Are you going to swallow for me, Michelle?" Jeff growled through gritted teeth. Him calling me a female name made my soul burn with purpose. I was a slut meant to be used by powerful men.

I tugged firmly on each of his heavy balls and sucked him with great efficiency and speed. His salty precum flooded my mouth and I hungrily swallowed every drop. "Good fucking girl," he moaned as he released 9 ropes of cum into my throat. I struggled to swallow all of it, some cascading down my chin. Jeff rose to his feet, pulling my hair and bringing me to my feet. He addressed the men around us, saying, "This is Michelle. She is my property. Isn't that right?" As I stood there, my shorts and panties around mt thighs, my throbbing cock leaking precum, and Jeff's first load dripping from my chin, I accepted my place as his property.

"Yes, Daddy Jeff. I'm yours," I giggled. He led me, completely exposed to everyone, to the private booths.

Once in the booth, Jeff placed me on my knees. He sat on the bench and looked in my eyes. He slowly stroked his cock as he instructed, "You're going to put on a show for me. Then, I'm going to breed you again."

"Yes, Daddy, what did you...," I was saying as two 9-inch black cocks entered the holes in the wall on either side of me. I gasped at the sheer size of the uncut cocks.

"Suck those big black cocks," Jeff ordered with a devilish grin. I wasted no time following orders. I bounced between the two cocks, swallowing one while stroking the other. I worked at a feverish pace, wanting to please my Master. Jeff cheered me on, telling me, "You were meant for this," and "I'm proud of you, whore."

I pulled back the meaty foreskin and sucked the precum from head of one cock, while the other dark cock leaked all over my stroking hand. Within just a couple minutes, a knock on the wall signaled one impending climax. The cock on my left erupted, covering my face and chest with a massive load. Jeff wiped my cheek, using the cum to lube his own cock. Jeff entered me from behind as I concentrated on the last big black cock. Jeff fucked me hard and deep, truly using me like property. I made the other big black cock cum quickly.

As his load dripped from my lips, I asked Jeff, "Is that what you wanted? To see me submit to you and these cocks?"

He slapped me across the face. "YES! FUCKING SLUT!" he roared.

I pushed back against his thrusts, eager to be bred again. "Get me pregnant, Daddy!" I begged, on the verge of losing control myself. Jeff moaned and unleashed his seed inside me. I exploded, my own load pulsing from my tip onto the sticky floor below. Jeff collapsed on the bench. "Thank you, Jeff," I cooed.

Jeff smiled and said, "Anytime."

I knew this was a new aspect of life for me. I knew this was something I couldn't go without. I knew I liked being dominated by another man. I knew my place.