Author's note: Thanks for all the feedback, everyone! Here's the next installment. Sorry it took so long to post it. Hope you enjoy it--let me know what you think...
Disclaimer: This is a story about men getting it on with other men. If you like this sort of thing, please read on. If you don't like it, get lost. Also, safer sex practices are not depicted here. If you decide to live out any of these fantasies, please use condoms.
A CUP OF JOE, pt. 3
Brad stayed like that for over an hour, sprawled forward in his own piss on the rubber cover of Joe's mattress, his arms and legs still tightly bound, the self-fucking hum of the vibrator quivering in his asshole, tearing him apart. He passed out briefly just after his master left, and woke to the queasy helplessness of being totally dominated in circumstances out of his control.
What would Joe do to him when he got back to the apartment? Brad wasn't sure. He felt totally humiliated, ashamed, and unsure about all of this--why he was doing it, how he got into such an extreme situation. He only knew two things for sure: the desire burned in him to be a willing fuck-slave to a handsome, dominant stud; and, his connection with Joe made him want to please the beautiful young man more than ever.
He drifted in and out of a semi-consciousness. All the elements of his predicament--the violation of the vibrator in his ass, the stench of the cool piss around his face, the discomfort of his position--blended together and blurred his senses. His eyes, nearly shut, gazed at the streetlights of Broadway where they outlined the shut blinds on the bedroom window. Various noises from the streets could barely be heard over the persistent high-speed throttling of the tool up his ass. Every few minutes he heard himself moaning, and felt powerless to stop.
Eventually, in this exhausted condition, he had a realization: he had achieved a state of complete slavery. His submission was total, now. When Joe returned, Brad would do whatever he said. No matter what. All that mattered was making his master happy.
Brad felt better, then. He pictured himself on the bed, as someone might discover him if they happened to walk in: his tight, well-muscled body, curved into a backward stretch and bound there, his desirable ass pushing outward, with a huge tool servicing it mechanically, driving in and out in a relentless automatic fuck. He started to feel aroused. He knew he could make it up to his daddy. He wished it was Joe's cock that was probing deep into him right now, instead of the vibrator.
With all his energy, he struggled to turn his body onto his knees, so that his ass was pointed toward the door. He wanted to indicate to Joe as soon as he returned that he was ready for his fucking. The bonds made it difficult, but he succeeded finally in rolling onto his stomach and inching himself backward toward the foot of the bed. His knees were bent, and the rope connecting his bound ankles to his bound wrists behind him was pulled tight, but he could still manage to press the round globes of his ass invitingly up into the room.
The vibrator hummed on. In that position, Brad settled into a fantasy that caused a smile to cover his exhausted, sweaty face. Gyrating his hot butt slightly, he imagined that the toy was really his daddy fucking him. Over and over, in deep lunges, Joe's massive cock pushed into Brad's hole, ravishing him, taking his pleasure, splitting the sexy bound bottom in two...
Suddenly, the key sounded in the lock. The door to the apartment opened. Brad heard voices, more than one, and for a moment he stopped his movements. But the pleasure was too much, the fantasy too alluring, and he soon resumed moaning softly and wiggling around as the vibrating tool rocked his ass.
"What's going on in there, bitch?" Joe's voice sounded from the living room. Presently, the young daddy appeared at the bedroom door.
"Oh man," another voice said softly. Brad craned his neck to look around behind him. Joe stood in the door, sipping a fast food coke through a straw and smiling as he viewed his bound prey. Behind him, two other young men were visible. One was tall and blond, with bright green eyes. The other was shorter, about Joe's size, with piercing blue-gray eyes and a dark buzz-cut. Both wore athletic clothing and were superbly muscled, like their friend.
"I brought'cha some company, little dude," Joe announced, setting the Coke aside and approaching the bed. "This is Jason, and this is Lonnie. Except you don't have to know that, because to you, they're both just daddies, like me." He grabbed the huge vibrator where it stuck out of Brad's ass and gave it a few mini-strokes in and out. "Did you have some fun while I was out? Huh, bitch? Did ya like getting raped by this big power-tool?"
The added movement made Brad shut his eyes and groan in pure ecstasy. "Daddy, yes, fuck me, fuck me," was all he could moan, over and over.
Joe laughed. "Yeah, bitch, I think I'm ready for that, now," he said. "Damn, your ass looks so good like that, boy. You see this, dudes?" He turned to his friends, who were still looking in from the doorway, scarcely believing what they could see. "He's a total pussy-boy. Does whatever I tell him. Like a good little cunt."
Joe's friends slowly came through the door, a few steps closer to the amazing sight on the bed.
The tall one, Lonnie, let out a long, low whistle. "Damn, Joey," he said. "This is one hot little fuck. How the hell did you find him?"
"He found me," Joe told him. "He's a customer at the shop. He made some kind of a mess in there this morning, and I let him know that wasn't acceptable. So I told him to come by this place later, to receive his discipline."
Jason, the shorter dark-haired one, spoke up. "He looks incredible, buddy," he told Joe. "Quite the amazing body. Most of the boy-bitches we meet on campus are all skinny and girlish. This dude's a stud. He looks like one of us."
Joe took a hold of the vibrator once again. "Yeah, he looks like it"--Joe gave the sex toy a firm push into Brad's asshole, eliciting a loud yelp of joy from the boy--"but, he's not. He's a total bitch, and he's here to serve. Aren't ya, bitch?"
"Yes sir," Brad made out breathlessly as he tried to keep pace with the abuse his ass was receiving. "Since you left, sir, I've done nothing but think of how I can make you happy."
"Yeah?" Joe sneered. "And what did you come up with?"
"I want...I want you to use my ass, sir. I want you to use all of me for your pleasure."
Joe looked on thoughtfully, pressing the sex toy in deeper with tiny jabs. "Say more, bitch," he commanded.
Brad took a deep breath. "I want to give you my ass, sir. Totally. I want you and your friends to breed my hot hole. Pound me with your hard cocks, give me all you've got. I want you to bang on my tight pussy-hole until you shoot your hot loads of man-cum deep into me. You can fuck my ass, fuck my face, do anything you want. Piss on me, sit on my face, rape me, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy!" And he meant it, too. "Please, daddy. Use me. Take my ass. I want to be your pussy-boy. I want to feel your huge hard dick up my asshole. Please, do it now."
As the bottom stud recited the long list of available pleasures, Lonny's and Jason's eyes grew wider and the pouches of their athletic shorts bulged further and further out. Seeing this, Joe laughed again and told them: "Go ahead, guys. It's cool. Take 'em out, show this bitch what he's got to look forward to."
With that, Brad watched as both of the new boys (college hockey friends of Joe's, he found out later) reached into their shorts and pulled out their raging hard-ons. Lonny had an impressive nine inches that he wanked on through the top of his shorts and the jockstrap he wore underneath. Jason let his shorts and jock fall down his sexy, muscular legs as he beat his own dick, an inch or so shorter. Both cocks were juicy and fat. Brad moaned while watching them, wishing they would move closer so that he could help them out.
As if reading his bitch's mind, Joe said: "Jason, why don't you feed this slut some of that tasty cock." Brad wondered, but only for a second, how his daddy knew Jason's cock was so "tasty". But a moment later, the bottom boy was finding this out for himself. Jason's hard cock pushed into Brad's mouth, and Brad began sucking it, first the head, and then the entire length. The shaft was thick and straight, and Brad's mouth was at just the right angle to take is all the way in, straight down to the butch stud's hairy balls.
"Ohh...fuck!!" Jason exclaimed his appreciation for the sudden sensation on his engorged dick. "Oh, shit, dude! This bitch is good!"
"I told ya," Joe said. "Go ahead and fuck his face, he likes it. Some of the best head you've had, I'll bet ya."
"Shit yeah!" Jason agreed. "This is already a ton better than any girl." He put both hands on his hips and slowly pushed them forward, toward the bound bitch and away, face-fucking the sweet submissive stud. "Yeah, suck it boy," he coaxed him. "Your hot mouth feels so good. Suck that daddy cock."
Lonny had seated himself in a chair by the bed and was lazily pulling on his impressive meat as he watched the show. His shorts and jock were around his ankles now, and he held his sweaty T-shirt up above his chest with one hand as he stroked his monster dick with the other.
Meanwhile, Joe untied Brad's hands, shut off the vibrator and removed it from Brad's ass. As he slowly withdrew the tool, with his free hand he massaged the boy's swollen ass-lips, distended from over an hour of abuse. This hole was going to see a lot more fucking, now that it was nice and loose. With the vibrator completely gone, Brad's hole laid wide open, gaping and wet like a woman's pussy. Its tangy enticement, together with the hard round muscles that made up the bitch's fine ass, were too much to ignore, and Joe leaned forward for a tentative taste of the boy's ready hole. His tongue flickered inside Brad's cunt, just a little, and instantly he heard a loud grunt from the head of the bed as Brad responded to this unexpected delight.
Giving in, Joe cupped his big hands over the globes of the bitch's ass, parting the hole slightly more and pressing his handsome face in a little bit deeper. God, this bitch has a tasty hole, he thought. I gotta lick this hole out later, maybe after all three of us spray it full of our hot cum...
He withdrew his face and started removing his own clothes. "This little bitch is ready for fucking, right NOW," he told the crew. "I'm going first. Gonna take my time on this sweet ass. I've been waiting all day for some pussy, and now I've got it, I'm going to enjoy it!" His shorts and jock came off, and his cock sprang up. He left his T-shirt on as he walked to the dresser and rummaged through the top drawer, producing a bottle of lube. "After I'm done, you dudes can have your fill!"
Brad was so excited by this announcement that he temporarily spit out Jason's cock and looked back at his master. He saw the sexy stud kneeling behind him on the bed, the sexy stubble on his face glimmering with Brad's ass-juice and his own saliva, his big hands lubing up his throbbing daddy-dick. Brad couldn't wait to feel that cock in his hole. In one leisurely movement, he closed his eyes and pushed his ass backward toward Joe, like a cat stretching.
"Oh yeah, baby," Joe responded. "You're gonna get some of this daddy dick, now, boy. I'm gonna slam this your tight hot ass so hard you'll be seeing stars."
Joe positioned the huge head of his dick against his slave's ready hole. Without any movement on Joe's part, Brad's ass-lips immediately covered the head. It was as if Brad's ass had reached out and pulled the head of his dick inside. Once there, Joe's dickhead was treated to a warm, soft massage, and he pushed a bit more inside, groaning as Brad's gaping hole slowly closed itself fully around his dick. It felt warmer and better than any single thing he'd ever stuck his dick in before--girl pussy, boy pussy, or mouth.
"Oh, fu-u-u-uuck..." Joe gasped. He continued pushing his dick into the bitch's hole.
"YE-E-E-ESS!" Brad screamed. He was so excited to finally get his daddy's dick in his ass that he momentarily forgot about Jason altogether. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Sir, give me your dick!"
Brad felt Joe's dick slowly driving into him. With every inch, he marveled at how good it felt to finally have this wondrous young stud filling him with his fat cock. And with every inch, Brad wanted more. Finally, when at last he felt Joe bottom out, and the tight globes of Brad's ass mashed into Joe's pubic hair, the bottom boy let out a huge sigh. Then, he yelled sharply to his fucker: "Now, Daddy! I want to feel you fuck me with it! Fuck me! Please, sir! Pound my hole!"
True to form, Joe pulled his sexy hips backward so that his dick traveled in reverse out of the bitch-hole, then powerfully slammed it back in. He heard a low "Uuuunghh!" from his bitch as he drove the dick deep again and stopped. Then, he withdrew again, and slammed deeper, harder. Brad grunted louder. He wanted this so bad. Joe could tell. This cunt's ass was on fire. He knew he had to fuck this slave. He would slam into his hole as hard as the little bitch could take it. For as long as he could take it. All night, if necessary. Starting now.
Joe's strong hands tightened their grip on the stud-bottom's strong, sexy midsection. With a deep breath, he yanked his dick out of the hole again, and when once again he pushed it in, he continued the motion, see-sawing energetically in and out of the hole, attacking it, wasting this cooze, using it for a good hard time. This was the moment they'd both wanted. Like a jackhammer, an oil derrick, a piston on a high-powered machine, he banged and banged the hole incessantly with his throbbing hard cock, filling the slut's every need, treating him like the worthless meat he was, a bitch for other men's pleasure.
From Brad came one long cathartic scream: "AAAAAAAIIIIIEEGGGHH...!!!"
Joe shouted, "Yeah bitch! Yeah! You're ready for this! Take Daddy's dick! Take it now!" His whole body became a blur as he thrust rapidly in and out, pummeling Brad's gaping twat. "Stupid cunt. I'll give you what you wanted. I'll show you how to take this monster. You love Daddy's big fat cock in your hole."
"Fuck me in half, daddy, sir," Brad begged, breathless, with a bit of a growl of his own. "I was bad, Daddy. Take it out on my ass! Please, sir!"
At this point, Jason, feeling neglected, took Brad by the chin and forced his mouth back around and onto his cock. "Keep sucking, bitch," he commanded. Without hesitation, Brad inhaled the massive penis in one quick, deep slurp. His lips and tongue made steady passes up and down the shaft, over the head, down to the hockey stud's pubes and back up again to he cummy tip. All the while, as Brad expertly sucked this hot cock, he whimpered as his back end was blissfully violated by his #1 jock-daddy's relentless pole.
From his position on the chair, Lonny enthusiastically jerked his rod, incredulous of the hot scene playing itself out before him. He and Jason had been fucking for a couple of years, but they'd only recently begun messing around with Joe. Since they had, their sexual adventures together has taken a new turn. Joe's dark, brooding sexuality and his undeniable sexual power were both intimidating and contagious. Previously, the three of them had met only to jerk off together, or occasionally to take turns butt-fucking one of the well-known sissies on campus. Each time, Lonny felt transfixed by Joe's intensity and sheer erotic allure. He was a man's man, he was all man, and he was a fine-looking hunk of a young man, at that. He fucked like a demon, as he was demonstrating on poor Brad now, and he never left a situation until he was satisfied. Lonny envied his focus, his pure masculine drive. He had always considered himself dominant, including when he fucked Jason, until he began spending time with Joe, the hypermasculine varsity hockey stud.
Jason had one hand on his hips and the other clutching a handful of Brad's short hair. His feet were planted firmly on the floor next to the bed as he sent his long, fat prick gliding in and out of the bitch's face. In a low voice, Lonny heard him muttering: "Yeah, bitch...yeah, pussy...you like eating dick...you can't get enough...you love to feel a hot man filling you up with meat...you like getting big dicks in both ends..."
Brad heard the words, and they only egged him on to service Jason better. He delivered his very best head to the sexy young man, swallowing his whole dick in long strokes, then spitting it back up and going down again. The tube of flesh was wet, sticky and delicious. Propped up on one elbow, he used his right hand to steady himself on the rubber mattress as Jason face-fed him his cock, while his left hand reached back to hold his insatiable hole as wide open as possible for his young master's invading fuck.
His ass was on fire, now. The constant friction of Joe's pole, slamming in and out of him rapidfire, tore up his insides and gave him an ecstatic, tingling sensation over his whole lower body. He felt detached from it, as though every part of him below his waist was now entirely in Joe's ownership, under Joe's control. He had completely given up his ass to his Daddy for pleasure. He was being used in the way he had always longed for.
The thick, bulbous head of Joe's cock was pummeling Brad's prostate with every sinking stroke. This constant stimulation gave Brad the hard-on of a lifetime, but he knew he wouldn't dare do anything with it...not after what happened earlier. So he made sure he kept his hands busy with other duties. In this position, it wasn't hard. Meanwhile, his hard dick was spitting a steady stream of precum onto the rubber topsheet. When the force of Joe's pelvic blows eventually pushed Brad face-down on the bed, his cock was mashed against the rubber and coated with his sticky jizz. He could relax slightly more in this position, but still he craved Joe's cock, so he thrust his ass backward as much as possible to receive it.
Before too long, he could sense that Jason was getting close to orgasm in his mouth. Instinctively, Brad sucked harder. He wanted to please his master's friends! But Jason. also sensing it, pulled away, saying: "Not yet, bitch. You'll get this load when it's ready. Soon as Joe here's done, I think I'm gonna spray it up your ass."
His mouth now free, Brad let out a long moan in response to this. "Yes, do it, please sir," he sighed. "I want all of you. All three. Take my asshole. Use it however you will."
Brad was now able to focus entirely on serving his primary master. He wanted to give Joe the best possible fuck he knew how. The best way to do this was to just lie there, and let Joe take what he wanted. Gently, Brad rested his head to one side and closed his eyes, pressing his desirable ass straight up in the air to meet Joe's incessant thrusts, and holding his own ass cheeks wide open with both hands now, begging to be fucked. He moaned, "Yes, Daddy, do me, take me, fuck me, harder, yes, yes..." until even that amount of verbiage required too much effort, and he was reduced to grunts and whimpers: "Ungh...ungh...ungh..."
Over the next several minutes, the slave felt his master pile on the fuck-strokes harder and harder, faster and faster, then harder still, then harder and faster still. Would there be no end to it? What a blissful thought. But he knew it couldn't last. At some climactic point, he would use his accommodating asshole as a receptacle for his Daddy's sperm. Then he would be fucked by the other boys, sloppy seconds and thirsty thirds. It wouldn't be the same as his Daddy, but at least he could give them pleasure with his hole.
To be continued.
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