u/JustADudeLK

I never thought I'd be the one on my knees, but here I am. And I have been here several times since exploring bottoming.

It started with a joke. "You’re probably better as a bottom" Adam said, grabbing my wrists.

Alvin laughed, pulling my jeans down before I could even react. They'd been planning this—I could see it in their grins. The thong was laid out on the bed like a trophy. Black lace, tiny, humiliating.

"You're wearing it," Alvin said, not a suggestion.

I tried to resist, but two against one isn't fair. They wrestled me onto the mattress, pinned my arms, and worked the fabric up my thighs. The elastic bit into my hips. The little triangle of lace barely covered anything. I felt exposed.

"Look at you," Adam whispered, running a finger along the waistband. Adam and Alvin took their view in.

I opened my mouth to retort, but Alvin shoved two fingers past my lips. "Shut up. You're gonna take it, and you're gonna love it."

I heard a click. Adam had his phone out, camera aimed at me. "Smile," he said, snapping a photo of me with the thong stretched tight, while my back was turned as I crawled on the bed.

"Nice pose."

"Don't…” I started, but Alvin grabbed my jaw.

He bent me over and lubed my cheeks up. I quivered at the coolness of the lube against my hole.

They took turns. Adam bent me over the edge of the bed, the thong pulled to the side, and slid his cock into my ass with no warning. I gasped, clenched, but he didn't stop. He fucked me hard, fast, his balls slapping against the lace. Alvin stood in front of me casually slapping his cock against my face.

"Look at the camera," Alvin ordered. "Tell everyone who's the bottom now."

"Fuck you," I moaned.

Adam grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Say it."

"I'm the bottom," I choked out. "I'm the fucking bottom."

When Adam came inside me, he pulled out and Alvin quickly took his place, pushing in, filling me again while still holding the phone steady. I was just a hole to them—a hole in a thong.

They laughed. I couldn't even argue because their cocks kept stealing my words. When they finally finished—both of them spent, both of them smirking—I lay there, the thong sticky with sweat and cum, my ass sore and open.

Adam held up the phone, showing me the video. Me on all fours, begging, taking it. "Don't worry," he said, patting my cheek. "We'll keep it private."

I don't think I'll ever top again. This is who I am now. A bottom in a black thong, ruined by two friends who have the proof to make sure I never forget it.