Oliver: Rebirth

Paige worked while James stayed at home. She left early in the morning every day during the week and came home to serve him in the evening. Before moving in, James occupied his time alone, looking for homes and trying to find jobs to pay the bills Kendall left him with. After taking Paige, however, he moved in with her and took over her home and the security it gave her.

He started his morning without her stomping through the house and yawning as he pissed. He left his dick out after that, shuffling his way up the stairs to look for Paige to attend to him. When he found her missing, he checked the clock and frowned. She was gone, and he was alone until she came home. He hadn’t eaten yet, but he also refused to make himself brunch or to attend to his own needs ever again.

He went to Oliver’s room and entered without knocking, and he was surprised to see it cleaned. He had saw Oliver work hard to clean the house, but he hadn’t expected the change in attitude to follow him into his private dwellings. Everything was neatly organized and the trash was thrown away. Oliver turned to stare at James when he entered, stammering at the bigger man as they stood across the room from each other.

“J-James! I…I…!”

Oliver was naked save for his briefs. His tiny dick hardly through the tight fabric, and his long, slender legs looked like they belonged to a woman. His torso was graceful and lithe. Smoothly shaved as he was, he looked more like a woman than some women do, and James thickened at the sight of him. Oliver, noticing James’ dick, gaped and stared.

“You’re so big!”

James grinned when he saw the little man staring and said, “Looks to me like you’re a slut, just like your momma.” He crossed the room to Oliver, taking the slender man by the hair and dragging him over to his bed. James sat Oliver there and stood with his heavy cock hanging in Oliver’s face. “You like that, faggot? You like how big my dick is? Wanna give it another kiss?”

Oliver stared at James and blushed, breathing the big man’s musky stench in. He was hard now, and even then, James was easily twice Oliver’s length and girth. Oliver’s proudest erection made him look like a child beside James, and Oliver licked his lips as he smelled James and remembered the big man’s powerful taste. He did like it, and he did want to kiss it again.

He nodded, James smacked him across the face with his heavy cock and swelled further afterward. “Bet you wish you had a dick like mine, huh?”

Oliver shook his head and sat still after James rubbed his hot, veiny shaft across his cheeks. He felt small before James, but not inadequate. Compared to James, he was nothing, but he didn’t want to be compared. Oliver saw no reason for comparison because there was no proper comparison between them. James was clearly the bigger man, and any attempt at competition would be a waste of everyone’s time.

James laughed and stroked himself into Oliver’s face. “You don’t want a dick like mine?”

Oliver shook his head again, and still feeling small, stammered as he stared into James’ cold, cruel eyes. “N-No,” he said, and his gaze fell upon James’ dick again. He could hear James breathing above him as James’ big, thick cock swelled longer and fatter with each movement of James’ big, beefy hand. Staring at James, Oliver could remember the taste of James in the back of his throat, and he could feel James’ rough hands on his body again. Not only did Oliver want to taste him, he wanted to be taken again. He lacked the courage to seek what he wanted on his own and spoke into James’ growing dick like a microphone in a whine. “I…I wouldn’t know what to do with a big dick like yours. I’m not big or manly like you are, James, and I don’t deserve a big, beautiful dick like you do.”

James sneered down at Oliver, angered and aroused by how pathetic the little man was. He held his dick to Oliver’s lips and growled as he stroked himself. While James had no desire to compete against anyone, the timid weakness that came so naturally to Oliver revolted him as much as it kept him hard. “You think so,” James said sourly. “Then kiss it, faggot. Show me how a faggot like you likes my dick.”

Staring at James’ big dick waving in his face, feeling the fat crown brushing his lips, Oliver moaned. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, and he kissed James’ cockhead to get a taste of him, but he didn’t dare to lick his lips afterward this time. In his mind, James was in charge, and Oliver was there to satisfy James’ needs. James, meanwhile, stroked himself into Oliver’s pretty, feminine face while he sneered.

“How big is your baby dick, anyway?”

Oliver, lips parted to kiss James, looked at James and blushed. “I don’t know exactly,” he whispered. “I’ve never measured myself before, but I think I am less than five inches long.”

James heard this, stared for a moment, and then burst out into laughter. “Less than five inches,” he bellowed. James was small before, but he figured that Oliver had to be smaller based on what he heard. The confession made James hard as a result. “Fuck. Five inches ain’t even a dick. That’s a clit. You got yourself a little baby faggot clit.”

Oliver, lips pinned to James’ cock, nodded. He didn’t smile, but he took pleasure in the way James’ thickened against him. On each forward stroke, James’ fingers brushed Oliver’s lips and chin, and his urethra was open and leaking. He could feel James growing and felt his own excitement growing with him. He shook with anticipation, his own tiny penis harder than it had ever been before as he looked forward to James’ powerful orgasm.

“Y-You’re right, James. I don’t have a penis. I have a t-tiny little boy clit!”

James growled, the humor leaving his face as he took hold of Oliver by the hair. Tilting Oliver’s head sideways, he slapped his across the cheek with his hard cock, leaving precum flesh and leaving his pale features red as he held Oliver in place. “You ain’t got no boy nothing. You ain’t a man. You ain’t even a boy. You’re a fucking faggot girl!”

Swelling and throbbing, the two of them moaned together as James came. He unloaded onto Oliver’s face and held him in place as he covered him. James baptized Oliver in sperm and then fed Oliver his spewing crown, holding him in place and finding nothing surprising about the way Oliver sucked him. He watched Oliver’s pretty face scrunch around him, and he laughed as it happened.

“You listen here, you faggot slut. Your name ain’t Oliver no more. It’s…Olivia.” James wore a huge grin on his face while slapping his spent cock across Oliver’s sticky face and rubbing himself in Oliver’s long brown hair. “You’re Olivia the slut now.”

Olivia moaned against James while staring up into the big man’s cold blue eyes. His own orgasm had soiled his briefs, but he didn’t care. He was breathless and panting, and each breathe brought in James’ thick, sticky musk. The facial James had given him was baptism, and he was reborn for James. He was Olivia for as long as James wanted him to be.

“Now, stick out your tongue, slut.” When Olivia obeyed him, James slapped his thick cock down across Olivia’s tongue. The blow brought James’ full shaft down across Olivia’s nose, too, and Olivia giggled and smiled against James, still breathless and still covered in cum. Watching him, James growled, “You know your momma’s my slut, right? And you know I’ma marry her?”

Olivia, tasted James and soaked in his essence, purred. “Mmhmm.” The smile he wore was so big that he couldn’t hide it, not even behind all of the semen he was wearing.

Adjusting his grip on Olivia to take him by more than just his hair, James cupped Olivia’s head and dragged his dick across Olivia’s sticky face. Then, he fed Olivia his cock, and Olivia took him willingly and with a wet mewl. “Then that’d make me your daddy, wouldn’t it?” Olivia moaned again with his lips around James, and James snorted a laugh. “So, start calling me daddy from now on like you’re my fucking daughter, got it, faggot?”

Olivia, still moaning on James, slurped and sucked him until James removed Olivia from his shaft. Then, smiling up at James and kissing James’ shaft where he could, Olivia purred, “Yes, daddy.” Olivia’s voice was soft, almost feminine, and definitely more sultry than he had ever sounded. Pinned to James’ enormous dick, Olivia felt himself changing and becoming someone else, someone both men liked more.

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