Yes

As I looked up at Tristan, my features coated in his cum as he grinned down gleefully at me I suddenly saw the reality of the situation. I had just let this stupid guy fuck me, then brutally **** my ass not to mention I drank his piss and was wearing his cum. What the fuck was I thinking?

I shook my head at him. "That's enough. I'm going home." I rolled off the bed, pain sparking deep in my ass as I stood, the first realisation of the true destruction he had wrought upon me. I grabbed his sheet and hastily wiped of most of the jizz from my face, then quickly went about finding my clothes and dressing. It wasn't until I finally looked back at Tristan that I saw him smirking, seeming to mock me silently as I had finally found my pride.

Meeting my gaze he said, "Interesting choice... but I'm impressed. See you at school on Monday."

Such a simple statement should not have held such malice or threat, but the words sent a chill through me. All the same I pushed on, putting on my shoes and making my way out the door. Each step sent a jolt of sharp pain through my core and I had to make an effort not to show just how broken I was as I walked away.

Once I was home I immediately jumped into the shower and tried to wash the day away but despite all the shame, all I could think about was how good it felt. How wonderful and complete I felt being used, fucked and complying to a better man's will. But he wasn't a better man. I got better grades, was far better at sports and was even better looking... and yet, one look at his cock was all it took to confirm it. He was a better man, and if his dominant nature, even if only mild could bend me to his will like that, I couldn't help but think... what if a true bull wanted to use me. Would I refuse him? Could I?

Pondering this I suddenly found myself exploring my new asshole with my fingertips. It was raw and sore and so very alien. The broken flesh felt smooth and soft and pulsed under my touch, so far removed from the tight little hole I once had. Even more strange was how good it felt to trace my fingers over it, especially with a little shampoo, just like Tristan used. Soon I found myself sliding two fingers in deep, my broken opening offering no resistance. I felt around a little, the realisation of just how gaped my ass was causing me to sob a little and yet, as a finger slid over that familiar bundle of nerves I trembled and paused. This was it, the pleasure that drove me to do those crazy things. I knew I should stop, pull out and dry myself off but as my fingers started to thrum over and over, I knew that this would be amazing. Maybe I could just get myself off like this... it wouldnt be gay, nobody would even know.

As I slipped a third finger inside, spreading wider to help get it as deep as possible I realised in a moment of clarity. This was it. This was who I was... unless I chose to stop. Now.