Mard ke sath ek ratt gay story

Mard ke sath ek ratt gay story

Ranajit 19 saal ka tha jab uski life bilkul change hone wali thi. Woh Delhi ke ek chhote se 1BHK mein akela rehta tha. Body uski hamesha soft aur moti thi — black skin, gol gaand, jiggly thighs, chhota lund, pet thoda bahar. Gym join kiya tha kai baar, lekin 2 hafte se zyada tikta nahi tha. Uske andar ek ajeeb si feeling thi jo kabhi kisi ko bata nahi sakta tha.

Raat ko jab ghar mein andhera hota, woh mirror ke saamne khada ho jata. T-shirt utar ke apni soft black body dekhta. Haath se apni gaand failata, pet dabaata, aur dheere se bolta: “Main toh… use hone ke liye bana hoon na? Itni soft gaand… itna mota body… kisi kaam ka nahi… bas ek toilet ban sakta hoon.” Yeh soch ke uska chhota lund thrash ho jata. Woh sharminda hota, lekin us feeling ko rok nahi pata tha.

Online shuruaat (pehle 4 mahine) Pehle woh sirf Twitter aur Telegram ke gay groups mein ghumta tha. Photos bhejta apni soft body ki — kabhi sirf gaand, kabhi pet, kabhi pink panty mein. Captions likhta: “Chubby black sissy looking to be used” “Fat ass ready to be used hard” “Make me your toilet”

KaiLog reply karte. Kuch soft, kuch bilkul ganda. Jab koi usko “randi”, “cumdump”, “fat pig”, “black toilet” bolta toh uske pet mein ajeeb si garmi fail jaati. Woh un messages ko baar-baar padhta, screenshot leta, aur raat bhar sochta. Ek din usne pehli baar voice note bheja. Awaaz kapkapi thi: “Main… Ranajit… fat black sissy… please mujhe use karo… jitna ganda utna better…”

Us voice note ke baad messages badh gaye. Log usko “perfect soft toilet” bolne lage. Kuch ne video call maanga. Ranajit ne pehli baar camera on kiya — nanga, gaand failaye, muh khola. Log usko gaaliyan dete, uski body pe comment karte, aur woh sunta rehta. Har gaali uske andar kuch tod rahi thi… aur kuch bana bhi rahi thi.

Rohan se pehli baar baat (5th month) Ek raat 2 baje message aaya. Profile pe muscular body, arms up, tongue nikal ke, gold chain — bilkul woh photo jaisa. Rohan: “Teri soft black gaand dekh ke lund khada ho gaya. Tu kitna ganda ban sakta hai?” Ranajit ne 20 minute socha. Phir likha: “Main bilkul ganda ban sakta hoon sir… aap jo bolo… main resist nahi karunga…”

Rohan ne turant reply kiya: “Location bhej. Kal raat aata hoon. Sirf baat karunga pehle. Agar tu serious hai toh dekh lunga.” Ranajit ne location de di. Us raat uski neend nahi aayi. Woh baar-baar soch raha tha — “Kya main sach mein yeh sab karne wala hoon?”

Pehli mulaqat – sirf baat (no sex) Rohan aaya. Black t-shirt, jeans, bilkul dominant vibe. Room mein ghuste hi usne Ranajit ko upar se neeche dekha. Ranajit us din oversized hoodie mein tha, neeche sirf panty. Rohan ne door band kiya aur seedha bola, “Baith. Aur seedha dekh.” Ranajit baith gaya.

Rohan ne uske soft thighs pe nazar daali, pet pe, phir aankhon mein. “Tu sach mein yeh life chahta hai? Soch ke bata. Kyunki main dheere-dheere nahi, properly bigaadunga tujhe. Pehle akela, phir doston ke saath, phir pure group. Tu permanent toilet banega. Wapas nahi ja payega. Clear?” Ranajit ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Awaaz halki thi, “Ji sir… main… yahi chahta hoon. Main thak chuka hoon normal rehne se. Main chahta hoon log mujhe sirf ek hole samjhein… soft, fat, black hole…”

Rohan ne uske chin upar uthaya. “Achha. Toh aaj se tu meri property hai. Jab bulaun, aana. Jo bolun, karna. Pehle main tera muh train karunga, phir gaand, phir tera dimaag. Jab main bolunga ‘tu ready hai’, tabhi group aayega. Samjha?” “Ji sir.” Us raat Rohan ne usko nahi chhua. Sirf uske soft pet pe haath rakha, halka dabaaya, aur kaha, “Kal se pink collar pehen ke rehna. Woh tera nishaan hoga.”

Ranajit ne uske jaane ke baad raat bhar mirror ke saamne collar pehen ke khud se baatein ki: “Ab main Rohan sir ki property hoon… ab main dheere-dheere unka toilet banunga…” Rohan har 2-3 din baad aata. Pehle sirf muh. Ranajit ko knees pe bithata, lund nikalta, aur bolta “Chat. Gehra. Aankhen open rakh.” Jab Ranajit gag karta toh Rohan uske baal pakad ke kehta, “Ruk mat. Tu seekh raha hai.”

Phir gaand. Pehle sirf ungli. Phir do. Phir Rohan ka lund half. Phir full. Har session ke baad Rohan uske kaan mein bolta, “Bol kya hai tu.” “Aapka fat black cumdump sir…” “Clear bol.” “Aapka permanent toilet sir…” Rohan kabhi-kabhi usko record karta. Video apne close circle mein bhejta. “Naya wala soft hai. Jaldi group ready karte hain.”

Ranajit ko pata tha ki uske videos log dekh rahe hain. Usse darr bhi lagta tha… lekin usse ek ajeeb sukoon bhi milta tha. Ek raat Rohan ne kaha, “Ab tera dimaag bhi train ho gaya hai. Kal se main doston ko launga. Pehle Ayush aur Abhi. Phir dheere-dheere pure team. Tu ready hai?” Ranajit ne aankhen neeche kiye, collar chhua, aur bola, “Ji sir… main ready hoon. Main aap logon ka toilet banne ke liye ready hoon.”

Rohan ne uske soft black gaand pe ek thappad maara aur hasa, “Achha. Kal raat 11 baje. Nanga. Door khula. Gaand failaye. Muh khola. Wait karna.” Ranajit ne us raat neend nahi li. Woh baar-baar soch raha tha — kal se uski life bilkul alag hone wali thi. Ab woh sirf Ranajit nahi rahega. Woh unka shared, fat, black, soft toilet banne wala tha.

Subah uth ke usne enema kiya, body soft banayi, pink collar pehna, aur mattress pe knees ke bal baith ke wait karne laga… dekh ke lag raha tha world class randi customer ke liye baitha ho. Agar pyar mila to (2nd part coming soon……..)