Ashland

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Ashland

Chapter Five

I woke up and realized I couldn't really move. My neck could move a little but my legs were spread wide and I could feel cuffs or something around my ankles and thighs. There was even a belt or something around my waist keeping me flat on the table. My hands were cuffed to the legs of whatever I was laying on.

I was collared, almost completely naked, and helpless.

I could hear the moaning of a girl getting fucked hard and I could just barely see a video screen out of the corner of my eye.

Then I heard a door open and shut.

The smell hit me first. It was sweat and musk and dirt and alcohol.

Whoever entered, smelled.

Then I felt a rough and very thick finger push itself into my ass. It hurt and I tried to scream, but the protector in my mouth made it sound more like a long moan.

Whoever it was didn't waste much time.

I heard a belt come undone and then a zipper come down.

I heard the man hock a loogie and then felt the spit hit my asshole.

Then he was in me.

I think if I hadn't already been fucked, my asshole would have been torn so bad it killed me.

There was nothing kind or gentle or even human about what the man did to me.

Without any lube but that spit, he shoved his dick hard balls deep inside me.

It knocked the breath out of me.

I realized I was crying and that he didn't even notice.

He slammed into me over and over and over. Hard and fast and brutal and without mercy.

Then I felt his weight on me. It was smothering me and the smell just got even stronger until I almost couldn't breathe.

And then it was over.

He thrust hard and deep two more times and I felt him shudder on top of me.

I expected to feel his cum dripping out of me, but I didn't.

I didn't realize why until his body lifted off of me and I heard a snap.

Then I felt my head twisted to the side by a meaty hand and felt a splash and then several drips as whoever it was emptied his condom on my face.

Then I heard him zip up, buckle up, and leave.

I heard a loud cheer from outside and then the door reopened. This time, there were clearly at least two men who entered.

I heard them speak and felt a hand stroking my ass and back:

Man 1: Good goddamn, if that ain't a faggot I ain't ever seen one.

Man 2: Smooth as a girl. Small too. You ever fucked a queer?

Man 1: A baby one like this. You remember I was a scout master?

Man 2: Yeah.

Man 1: Caught some of the older boys spit roasting a queer on one of our trips. Pulled 'em off and moved him to my tent to protect him, but you know how it goes. I don't turn down throat or pussy, even boypussy.

Man 2: Was he tight?

Man 1: Throat and ass. I miss gagging and pounding the little fuck. I don't think he liked it too much though.

They both laughed and then were quiet for a second.

Then I heard movement.

A pair of hairy legs were suddently in front of me. I couldn't quite see the man's face, but he was white, naked, and his fat hairy belly was almost touching me. His dick was semi-hard and maybe five inches.

He lifted his balls up and said, "Lick my nuts, faggot."

I stuck my tongue out and started lapping at his fat balls. They smelled and tasted bad, but I knew he wasn't leaving until he came and I could still feel the marks from where Mr. Dennis whipped me.

He moaned and casually jerked his dick hard while I licked his hairy balls.

The other man laughed and I realized I must be tonguing the scout master.

Then I felt the other man's dick on my butt. He slapped my buttcheeks with his cock a few times and then I heard him wet my hole and his cock with lube.

This time, it felt totally different.

It still hurt, but he was smashing his dick in me and wiggling it around. Every few strokes, he hit that spot inside me that made me cum before. I started trying to hump back.

The man in front of me must have realized I wasn't going to be a problem. He jerked his wet dick fully hard and then started throat fucking me.

It was the most intense thing I ever felt.

My ass was hurting, but it felt like my dick was getting jerked off from the inside. I was gagging and choking and barely able to breathe, but I was rock hard.

Even when the man in my throat held my head down on his dick and thrust until I retched, I stayed hard.

Even when he spit on me and slapped me and called me a whore while my lips were pressed so deep on his dick I could lick his nuts, I stayed hard.

Even when the man in my asshole went crazy and started rabbit fucking me, I was hard.

They both nutted at the same time.

My mouth was filled with bitter cum, even as I felt cum drip out of my butthole and down my legs.

I don't know how many men used me that night.

The door would open and shut and one or more men would use my holes, almost always brutally, then leave.

Half of them I knew somehow.

My friend Derrick's dad paid extra to piss in my mouth after fucking me.

Mr. Miller taught me to play tee-ball. He choked me and called me names while rutting inside me.

The guys who built our pool were some of the worst. They were Mexican and seemed to enjoy saying and doing nasty stuff to me the whole time. I couldn't understand most of what they said, but it sounded mean.

No one ever touched my dick, but I came at least five times. Even with the pain.

The worst, though, was at the end of the night.

The door opened. Then I heard Mr. Dennis speak:

The kid signed up for this. He was willing. Check the paper. That's his signature. He dated it today. He asked for it. He said he was a faggot and existed only to serve real men. He asked to be my slave. He begged for it. He took everybody and nutted the whole time. The kid is a fag whore.

There was a pause.

Then I heard the other man speak.

It was my dad.

He said, "How much?"

Mr. Dennis replied, "He made me three grand."

My dad replied, "Get him off there. Then I want a rimjob and ass to mouth. Then I want to never see him again. Understand? I don't care where he goes, but I don't want to ever see him again. You can keep the money."

Mr. Dennis must have nodded.

I felt my legs being unlocked. Then my waist. Then my arms and neck.

I got up and started to bolt for the back door.

I made it about two feet before the collar kicked in and I was on the ground.

The next thing I saw was my dad's cowboy boots. We had all saved our allowance for six months to buy them for him for Christmas. They were filthy.

He pushed his right boot into my mouth and said, "Lick it."

I tried talking, tried to explain, to get him to stop, but I couldn't talk with the protector in my mouth and his boot in it.

Then I heard a snap and my back exploded with pain.

It was the belt again, but hard and without any mercy.

Then Mr. Dennis growled, "Do as he says and make those boots shine or your back will be raw for a week, boy."

I tentatively began to tongue my dad's boot. The filth was caked on it. Mud and who knows what. The taste had me gagging. I had to almost chew some of the hardened brown and black crud off it. He didn't want just the ends or the top of it clean either. After the front was wet with my slobber and shining, he had me tongue the filth off the bottom and rest of the boot.

Then he switched feet.

I was completely soft by then and felt like I was in a twilight zone. Collared, on a filthy floor, porn playing, kneeling, licking my dad's boots clean.

Then he looked down at me, saw the boots wet and shining, and said, "Enough of that."

My dad was from Alabama originally and he usually dressed like a country guy. He was in blue jeans and a western shirt and a belt. I must have missed his genes completely because he had dark hair, a brownish tan, and was hairy as fuck. He was also tall and kind of fat muscular like men in their fifties get.

I looked around the room for the first time. There was a screen playing porn, a small trash can full of used condoms, the bench I'd been tied down on, and a couple of chairs. Mr. Dennis was watching from one.

The other chair looked sort of broken. It had a hole where you sit and was connected to some sort of springs.

There was a workout type mattress under it.

My dad grabbed me by the collar and drug me to it. He turned me on to my back, pulled my head back a bit, and nodded.

My head was right below the hole in the seat.

Then he said, "Stay still."

I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. I had never noticed just how hairy his nipples and body were. He put the shirt on the bench and then pulled off his boots. The belt and the pants were next.

I hadn't seen him naked before. He was uncircumcised and his cock had to get huge. It was soft and was about six inches.

He didn't shave anywhere.

I tried talking, tried breaking him out of this, tried making him realize it was me.

The sounds I made triggered a quick shock from the collar.

Then Dad spoke again and said, "Connor, take the little fag's ball and if I don't feel tongue or he stops, squeeze. Don't let go until you get a nod from me."

I felt more than saw Mr. Dennis at my legs. Then I felt my jock pulled off all the way for the first time that night.

Then I understood the chair.

Dad sat down on it and it lowered his hairy asshole to my face. All I could see was his hole and his ass.

Like with the boots, all he said was lick.

I couldn't. It was an asshole. His asshole. Who licked ass, much less an old man's ass or their own dad's butt?

Then Mr. Dennis squeezed and twisted my nuts.

My tongue leaped out. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I needed to do something to stop Mr. Dennis.

I ran my tongue around the edge of dad's hole. I licked his crack on both sides. I couldn't make my tongue actually touch his asshole.

Then Mr. Dennis squeezed my nuts again. I didn't have a choice.

I stuck my tongue right to his asshole and licked.

The taste made me gag, but I knew not to stop. I kept licking like I was starving and it was an ice cream cone.

Dad started moaning.

Then he started talking nasty as I rimmed him.

He was saying stuff like:

Eat that shit hole, faggot. Get your tongue up that hairy butthole. I want to feel it inside me you worthless cum eating whore. You're not my son anymore, just a slave. No real boy would eat old man ass even under threat. You're disgusting. You deserve everything you're going to get. Don't stop, bitch. Tongue my hole, fairy.

The whole time, I could hear him jacking off with my tongue in him.

After maybe twenty minutes, he stopped and the chair lifted.

Mr. Dennis asked, "Do you want him back on the bench?"

My dad shook his head.

Then he was standing over me and I could see his hard cock. It looked huge and his balls were huge and hanging low.

I pulled one of his ass hairs out of my mouth.

Dad looked down on me, spit on my face, and then flipped me over onto my belly.

To be continued?