A Fort Nite Chapter 2
The normal restrictions apply, mostly please be 18 or older to read. This story is somewhat fictional; somewhat fantasy; and somewhat true, well maybe in the future. Get naked, take your cock in your hand and read on.
"Oh yea, this pig boy was ready for tonight!"
The chicken was great, a splashes of sperm just made it better. Michael thought as he put the licked clean plate in the kitchen sink and walked to the bathroom go get ready for tonight.
The Ass Lock he had shoved up his ass before he went to work was still deep inside him. Michael loved to work with the metal ball wedged inside his ass, resting in his prostate. And when he didn't get a chance to beat off at work, his boxers were always soaked with pre-cum when he got home.
But it was time to come out, as douching and cleaning out his play hole would be quite necessary for tonight's fun. And soon he could hear as well as feel the void in his ass as he pushed the ball from his ass hole and it popped from his tight ass lips and then hung from the base of his cock. He pulled the cock ring off his balls and set the who apparatus on the counter, making a mental note to order a bigger ball, as his ass was getting well used, and he could definitely handle more.
Michael had set up a permanent douching devise in his bathroom, so with the water filled up, he inserted the hose deep inside his ass and let it flow. It was warm , and as the water began to flow inside Michael's ass, he quivered feeling the heat throughout his bowels, actually causing his hanging cock to jerk and leak a large droplet of pre-cum. After several good clear water douches, Michael felt confident that whatever might happen tonight, he would be clean.
Standing naked his bedroom, Michael stood looking at his draw that was full of jocks. Some leather, rubber, cloth, mesh, some with strips, some solid. It was always the biggest dilemma about going to the Fort. What would he be into tonight?
But after what happened today on the train, Michael reach for a black rubber jock with a wide yellow strip down the center. He wanted to get soaked; awash with hot piss from cocks of all sizes. Drink the cocks ale, and let it fill him up. And when he could drink no more, he would lay in a sling and have them fill his ass so full of piss, that is stomach would bulge.
Before Michael put his jock on, he grabbed a 2 inch metal ball stretcher out of his draw, and pulled his large low hanging balls though it, forcing them to hang down between his thighs. However this made it quite difficult to stuff his now metal glad low hangers, and his now hard cock into his jock. It didn't help that his bladder was so full it almost hurt, the only release he had allowed himself tonight was on the train. But still, he downed two more bottles of water with his chicken.
Dale greeted Michael in the usual way as he closed the door to the truck. His hand grabbed Michael's crotch and with a hand full of cock and balls, feeling the metal ring keeping his balls tight and hung, Dale squeezed hard, making Michael winch with painful pleasure.
"You ready for tonight pig boy"? Dale said noticing Michael's leather dog collar tight around his neck. Owners lock obvious missing.
"Fuck, I have been ready since I woke up this morning. My cock was so hard and wet it woke me up way too early." Michael answered as he drove away from Dales house.
"Oh that can always be interesting, what did you do?" Dale said knowing how horny Michael was when he first woke. "Cum cocktail?"
Dale knew Michael quite well, and he had guest it right. Day, night, morning or if he just woke up horny in the middle of the night, Michael loved his cum cocktails. And this morning was no different.
When Michael woke up, with his cock hard and his balls tight, he laid in bed letting his hand lightly stroking his hard cock, slick with pre-cum that had oozed during the night. He made sure his bladder was always full when he woke by drinking 2 or 3 bottles of water right before bed.
Leisurely he released his piss, letting it slowly flow out of his hard cock up his naked torso forming puddles on his stomach and chest. He stopped the stream while he rubbed the hot liquid into his skin, licking his fingers of his pungent yellow nectar, giving him a taste of something he knew he wanted much more of.
So he sat up on the side of the bed, and quickly grabbed the tall glass he kept on his bedside table and held his hard cock down so the head was pressing against the inside of the glass. Again, he let his piss flow, this time with more power, and in no time the glass was filled with his dark yellow morning piss.
His cock hardened as he pulled it from the glass, with piss dripping from the large slit atop his cocks mushroom head. That's when he began to beat his hard hot cock with his tight fist. It didn't take long for his balls to react, and soon he could feel cum rising up out of his balls, that were still tight against the base of his cock, working hard to manufacture a load of sperm his fist was so eagerly trying to produce
Finally, shot after shot of his white stringy cum jettisoned into the base of the glass, as Michael continued to stroke his hard cock, getting as much cum out of his balls as possible. His cum began to flow into the glass and soon you could see stings of spunk floating down like white streamers throughout the yellow liquid filled glass.
Finally when his orgasm had spewed it last squirt of his cum, he squeezed his cock from the base up, draining every last drop of his creamy, salty jizz and scraped it off on the edge of the glass, letting it fall into the liquid.
Michael watched as the streams of his hot cum floated in his glass of piss. He licked the rim of the glass where his cum spurted and missed the target, and oozed down the outside. His tongue was soon filled with his hot thick morning cum, and as always he eat it hungrily.
The piss was warm as the cum filled liquid slid down Michael's throat. He never drank it quickly, he would savor the special taste as piss and spunk filled his mouth and stomach.
"Yea! You fucker, you were the one who turned me onto those, now I can't get enough." Michael said, which was true, Dale gave Michael his fist cum cocktail. Now he was hooked, on his, Dales, and especially the guys at the Fort.
Dale was wearing jeans, which bulged from his large cod piece jock underneath. A leather harness crossed his naked chest, and his black boots were strung with red laces, letting Michael know immediately what Dale was horny for tonight. His large erect nipples were adorned with the black savage tit clamps that Dale had recently ordered from the web site, with a black metal chain that hung down between them,
The parking lot was full as Michael and Dale searched for a parking space. Both knowing that with a full lot, that meant lots of cocks, piss, fists, and what ever else they might want to get into tonight.
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