Gift to Nifty Not suitable for under 18's Love your feedback: Sam.willswill@mail.com ********************** I turned around now starring at both Jeff and Dean, my voice low, gravelly "more, I need fucking more". **********************
Part 35: Ultra
My heart was racing in this moment. My bottoms down to my knees, my cock rigid, so incredibly hard pointing at Jeff and Dean.
Jeff, cautiously turned to Dean and said slowly and quietly "be careful now Dean, don't startle him. Nice and slow, go back inside grab the cuffs, the ball gag and the mask. Do not run, try and walk backwards all the way".
Dean slowly began to retreat towards the door, taking slow but purposeful steps. Jeff spoke in a normal voice "alright Sam, easy now, if you can just squat down like me, nice and slow, easy tiger".
My eyes stayed locked onto Jeff's like I was in a trance. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean coming back and Jeff standing up "easy now Sam, easy, we're going to help you ok? Slip your hands behind your back, open your mouth, easy does it".
There was no struggle or resistance from me, Jeff's eyes stayed locked on. "Do the mask and then into the chill room for him Jeff said"
Dean carefully helped me taking me inside. He put me on a bed but cuffed one hand to it to keep me there. I was passing out but still could make out the conversation.
"What just happened there Jeff" Dean asked with a tone of concern in his voice.
"Hyper sexual Dean" Jeff replied "he hit a hyper sexual state where he smashed beyond normal consciousness. He wasn't truly aware what he was asking for. He's nearly reached that state before but I've never seen it actually happen. The sheer diversity of fucking in the last 24 or so hours has broken him a bit. He needs some literal darkness, some calm, some food. You go I'll look after him and drop him back later".
The door to the room closed and the darkness of the room was so intense that my eyes closed almost provided light and I went to sleep.
Several hours later, unmasked, un ball gagged and uncuffed Jeff woke me up. A cup of hot sweet tea in his hand. "Hey tiger, how you doing?" He asked playfully ruffling my hair.
"I honestly don't know what happened something in my brain just switched. I just felt unreal" was my reply as I sipped my tea, a little embarrassed at what had happened.
"Hyper sexual Sam. You hit a state of mind few can comprehend. You just needed to be fucked. It would have been easy to give that to you but I'm certain that would have been dangerous" Jeff said with concern. "Now, cottage pie, beans. Get some decent food in you before I drop you back"
Jeff did make a fantastic cottage pie, nearly as good as my mums. I'd actually not been eating to well for about ten days and Jeff said that probably all caused my hyper state.
"Now I've given Dean clear instructions not to overwhelm you with challenges and generally fucking you. I've told him you need some rest and to go to your lectures. I'll be back in two weeks"
We washed up and packed up and Jeff drove me back to my halls "remember, take it easy". He leaned over, kissed me and drove off and I walked back up to my hall.
I hadn't got my room key but just walked in to find Dean sat on my bed "hyper sexual then? Still close to that state you filthy little slut?" I nodded my head, knowing full well I was right on the edge. "Well, I'm going to ignore the old mans instructions to let you relax and get yourself together. You need to get fucking!"
Dean was no doubt playing a dangerous game on multiple fronts. Playing it dangerous in that he had no idea what unleashing a hyper sexual me would mean and playing it dangerous in that he'd had very, very clear instructions from Jeff not to push me. But that certainly wasn't Dean, that certainly wasn't the type of character he was. He was ready to push me above and beyond just for his own fucking entertainment.
He threw me a black dildo. It wasn't huge, wasn't small either. It was however, one of the more realistic ones with a big cock head and fake veins down it. "Face down, ass up, get your mouth around it. Don't you fucking dare stop blowing it right".
I didn't question, didn't even look up quizzically. I just got down and got busy.
If you've never sucked a dildo like it's a real cock before I can tell you the experience is certainly something strange. The more "realistic" the dildo doesn't make any difference as all you've effectively got is a adult pacifier/dummy in your mouth. There's no natural smell or taste, no reaction from the flicks of your tongue, no reaction to when you gulp it back. No foreskin to play with in the case of uncut guys. It's, to be honest, not much different to sucking on a cucumber or zucchini/courgette. What does make it interesting is how much heat you're in as an individual. If you can put to the side the fakeness of it and just focus on perfecting your skills. Months before Jeff had taught me that very lesson, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about making me a better cock sucker.
The heat I was in in that moment on my bedroom floor, Dean watching had me very much in the upskilling frame of mind.
"Yeah, man, Dean here, look the old mans gone and wanted to know if you wanted another go on Sam, now?" There was noise I heard, but not words I could make out. "Yeah he is one nasty little slut, look where bro? I can bring him wherever". Dean grabbed some pen and paper and was writing something down and looking down at me "ok, 10mins, 15 maximum" he said.
Dean hung up and grinned at me "looks like you've made quite the impression with Dillon, you stupid little whore! We're going to go round to his now and he'll have another go on you. You better perform well for me!"
I gulped looking up, gripping the dildo covered in my drool. "Yes Sir, let's hype me up".
Dean ran a hand across his face "you really are something aren't you? Let's go"
I got up leaving the drool covered dildo in the middle of my floor and walked out to Dean's car. As I sat down Dean tapped me on the knee "gona make me proud ain't you slut".
I nodded. Something felt odd. My whole sense of reality felt removed from the actual moment. There was something about the drive that didn't seem real. The house when we got there was in the rough end of town. Rubbish out in the streets, a cheap semi-detached house where the other house was boarded up. Kids hanging round. A few guys too clearly pushing drugs. Dean got me out, to the front door that was slightly open.
I walked in, Dean closing the door behind us. The carpet felt sticky. The whole place stunk of cigarettes with nicotine stained walls. "In there" Dean pointed to a room.
I walked in to find Dillon on a black lazy boy arm chair, cigarette in one hand, beer in the other, naked except him boots. There was a second chair, a second guy. A skinhead, bulky but toned, totally smooth, probably in his mid 30s. He too had a beer but was slowly jerking a slightly above average cock. "This him?" He asked Dean "oh yes, this is the one" Dean replied.
The skinhead guy pointed to a spot just in front of his chair "here, knees". He said, a sadistic darkness to his voice.
I knelt, looking up, he placed his beer on a table, took my head firmly "open up" and then buried his cock into me. He really didn't mess, pumping my gagging, spluttering desperate face. He didn't make a sound, always something I found hard to comprehend. The drool started to slip down my chin. I must have looked desperate. He'd ease for five seconds before relentlessly ploughing my face.
"That's right you little whore, take it, take it like a good bitch" he eventually spoke. So many times, regardless of the fuck to this point I always felt someone was looking out for me. But this moment was different. I actually felt a little scared.
He threw me backwards, drool everywhere. Even Dean looked a little nervous. Then Dillon got up.
Dillon was rock solid, I was on my back, and he dived in. Missionary not being a position I did very often. But in this moment, fuck me, was it incredible. His cock driving into my ass still loaded with his seed.
"Came back for more did you, came back to get bred again? Fuck, fuck you disgust me you nasty little whore" he slapped me across my face "God you're so fucking dumb ain't you, just a stupid two holes. Bred to be Bred" he stuffed his cigarette stinking fingers into my mouth and made me splutter "yeah look at you, normal people don't do that do they, normal people don't bend over for whoever. But you're so not normal. You're just a nasty, degraded, dumb little whore". Like before, his pounding at my ass was relentless. "I bet you're already trying to work out how you can get nasty with all three of us" slap "ain't you you stupid slut?".
Dear story, why did I nod, why did I admit it?
"Well then, time to triple you. Make you water tight and with that he spat in my face and smeared it in"
I started making noises, noises of a horny animal. The ultra was on!!!
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