Brian's visit - version 2.0.0 (June-August 2009) (NC-reluctant, auth, cum denial, humil, feet, extensive drug use, unsafe-sex)
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SPOILER ALERT: If you read the original version of this story, you might be interested in the changes I've made. If you'd like to read them, scroll to the end. If you'd rather be surprised, wait `til you're finished.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Brian's Visit" was my first story on Nifty, originally posted seven years ago. Though this version keeps the same plot and characters, I've made widespread corrections to grammar and text to make reading easier, such as fixing my bad habit of putting dialogue and narration in the same paragraph and my apparent inability to use contractions. Additionally, Brian's character has been fleshed out a bit and the last chapter contains new information revealing his motivation for the events chronicled in this story. If you were a fan of the original, don't worry, nothing fundamental to the design changed, but this one should be easier on the eyes.
Thanks for all your support!
CHAPTER FIVE -- SATURDAY NIGHT
By this time, Kevin and Phillip had returned from the store with several cases of beer and were relaxing in the living room with the others. Tim and Brad were still on the couch, channel-surfing and tossing back more alcohol. Tim held up the bong as Brian and I neared the sofa.
"We saved this bowl for you in case Jesse is late."
Brian took a quick hit then handed the pipe to me.
"Finish it," he ordered. "As soon as it's empty, we can get started."
"Looks like he's ready to get started now," Kevin observed with a gesture toward my bloated, drippy dick. "I don't think I've ever been that boned..."
I lifted the pipe to my mouth and took a deep hit while listening to their lewd comments, my throbbing cock sending drop after drop of clear, slippery goo cascading to the floor. By now, I'd become so accustomed to being aroused and dripping around these guys that it hardly bothered me anymore. After finishing my hit, I tried to pass the bong back to Brian.
He refused to take it...
"There's more in there to burn, fuckwad! Don't waste it! Come on, light up and hit it again..."
Quickly holding the fire to the pipe, I complied with his instructions. Brian was right; there was at least a half-bowl remaining. Unaccustomed as I'd grown to smoking weed, I was not prepared for this much at once, taking one hit after another in rapid succession. But, then again, I wasn't in a position to argue and reasoned that it might help take the edge off my nerves. Soon enough, I was feeling nice and relaxed, if not a bit dizzy. As I took my last draw from the pipe, I started coughing violently. Brian slapped my back.
"Suck it up, pussyboy!"
The smack was not painful, but it did shake me enough to send my cock bouncing, slinging juice halfway across the room, much to the delight of my "guests". He took the bong from me, examining the bowl to make sure I had indeed emptied it, before passing it back to Tim.
"Alright guys," Brian announced. "It's still a little too early to jump right into tonight's activities, especially since Jesse's not here yet. I think we should let our host entertain us while we wait..."
Phillip and Brad grumbled under their breath, obviously irritated that we weren't ready to start yet, but Kevin and Tim must have known what Brian had in mind and nodded their heads approvingly.
"You see, I've been trying to teach this little boy that his cock isn't worth shit to me. He has no right to get off while there are real men in the room and I've gone to great lengths to make sure he hasn't cum since I've been here. It's time to see how much he's learned..."
"What are you gonna do?" asked Phillip.
"You'll see. Alright pussy, lie back on the coffee table and pull your feet up..."
He paused, waiting for me to comply. I cautiously reclined on the table and waited for further instructions.
"That's it, scoot back some more. Yeah, let your head hang over the edge. You can rest your feet on the other end. There, that's it, right there. Are you comfortable?"
I was not. It didn't matter though; he continued to speak without waiting for an answer...
"Tim, grab the camera and aim it at me."
Everyone waited while Tim prepared the video camera. The weed I'd smoked so quickly was creeping up on me, causing me to zone out slightly. Feeling very exposed, I tried to calm myself down, but paranoia was kicking in as well. Not only that, but my cock was now bloated beyond belief and was belching regularly, spewing more fluid onto my belly. It felt cold as it pooled in my navel, slowly gathering there, filling the cavity, before running down my sides to the surface of the table.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tim started the camera and Brian continued to speak...
"We are here today in Ricky's living room to test him," Brian said to no one in particular, but looking directly into the camera. "You see, earlier this weekend, I discovered some interesting things about my old roommate. He invited me out here and, before I knew it, he threw a bone while looking at my cock out on his deck. He then asked if he could give me a foot massage and damned if his cock didn't start dripping like a faucet. It was obvious he wanted more, and to be honest, I was curious about just how far he'd go. He sucked my cock and was begging for my juice. Then Tim came over and Ricky started fagging out all over again! He had his mouth all over Tim's sweaty socks and feet and then the whore took his filthy, cheesy cock down his throat..."
Brian halted his monologue for a brief second before adding, "No offense intended, Tim..."
"None taken, dude..." Tim replied from behind the camera.
"Anyway, before he was done, he drank two loads of cum, two jock-bladders full of piss, and was rooting around both our feet like some kinda dog..."
I couldn't believe the commentary I was hearing! It wasn't untrue, but for Brian to be explaining it on video was unreal. My mind was becoming fuzzy as more of the weed clouded my brain and my cock began to throb passionately as I listened to the words. In my fog, it seemed as though I was re-living the events as he described them.
He continued...
"Tim and I got bored and decided to take him to the bookstore to buy some toys to play with. There, we met Kevin, Phillip, and Brad. Say hello, guys..."
I only vaguely heard them respond.
"Ricky invited them back here to watch the show, but we only had time to play with one of his toys..."
I remembered the ball-stretcher and shuddered from the memory of how it kept me mercilessly close to the edge while making it all the more difficult to unload, especially when the guys had started swinging the attached weights.
"Anyway, he ended up taking another four loads of cum. Kevin decided to save his dicksnot for today, but he was nice enough to provide a long drink of piss off his big old pussy-splitter. Show it to the camera, Kevin..."
Kevin stood and lowered his sweatpants. I immediately felt more awake, turning my head to see what was happening. Kevin's cock was just as remarkable as I remembered it. As if in response, my own dick started jerking violently, actually slapping the wet skin of my stomach during one especially animated lurch.
Brian started laughing...
"Damn dudes, would you look at that! As soon as there's an exposed cock in the room, he snaps to attention! Go ahead; take a good, long look. Kevin promised to work that whole thing inside you tonight..."
Kevin swung his heavy cock around a few times before stowing it back into his sweats and walking away. Brian continued his narrative...
"Well, before sucking down a five course breakfast of spooge, he begged me not to send you guys away. And just a few minutes ago, he said he'd do ANYTHING for us to stay and play with him tonight. Personally, I could go for some real pussy tonight, something nice and sticky and wet with tits to hang onto while I fuck. So, what we're gonna do is make him PROVE how much he wants it. If he passes the test, he'll get what he wants. If not, we'll go cruising for cunt while he waits for us...tied naked to a tree in his front yard!"
A chorus of frat-house laughter spread through the room as I considered this new development. I was more than a little scared. What the fuck was he talking about? I clumsily rolled over and started to get up. Brian quickly intervened, using his foot to push me back down.
"DON'T START THAT SHIT, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE! You said you'd do anything. That doesn't mean there are no rules; just that you don't get to make them! You can stay down there on your own or I can get the ropes. Which is it gonna be?"
Since his tone had shifted dramatically from the one he'd used during his narration, I knew I had angered him. Lowering myself to the table, I looked up at him, willing to do anything to avoid the ropes.
"I'll do what you say," I answered. "Please don't get the ropes..."
"What's his test gonna be?" interrupted Brad, who seemed to be growing impatient with this drama.
"Shut the fuck up, dude!" said Kevin unexpectedly. "Can't you see the man is working here?"
Brian's angry face melted into an evil smirk as he stared at me and explained the test...
"I don't like people with no self-control. Since we can't really start this party until Jesse gets here, his test is gonna be this...we're gonna keep the camera running while our potential hole keeps at least one hand on his leaky fag boner. His hand must be in motion at all times, but he can stroke as slow as he wants. If he manages not to blow his spunk all over the fucking room by the time Jesse shows up, he wins. If he can't control himself and makes a mess, then we go find something a little more worthy, after we tie him to a tree of course!"
The room exploded with laughter, everyone except for me.
There was no telling when this guy Jesse might show up, if he showed up at all! And I couldn't last more than a few minutes in my current state. I'd been begging to shoot last night and had almost managed to on a few occasions. Even today, there'd been a couple close calls, including a very precarious edge over the toilet while Brian fingered me. I considered the humiliation of lying on my coffee table and stroking my fuck-hard cock for an indeterminate length of time, all while these guys watched and taunted me. Did they want me to fail? Did they want to simply humiliate me? Or did they hope I'd be able to do it, to last long enough to be subjected to whatever else they had in mind? Shit! My cock felt so on edge; I started to worry I'd blast as soon as I put my hand on the slimy, super-heated cockskin.
Just then I heard Phillip's voice...
"Man, this is fucking weak! I don't wanna sit here all night watching this faggot wank off!"
"Relax dude," answered Kevin. "It's early yet. Besides, I think I know what Brian's trying to do. If I'm right, it'll pay off in the end. Just be patient..."
I wasn't sure what to make of that comment, but I didn't have long to consider it as Brian began barking orders again.
"Well, get started boy!" he commanded while giving the other guys a knowing wink.
Reaching down, I cautiously wrapped my hand around my slippery erection. After taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, I began moving my hand up and down, trying to keep the spasms in my groin at bay.
The next couple of hours would be the most excruciating of my life...
As the first forty-five minutes crawled by, the guys passed the camera back and forth, keeping it focused on my obscene dick while I tried to maintain control. On more than one occasion, I came close to saying "FUCK IT ALL - I'M GONNA SHOOT!!!" If Brian hadn't forced me to smoke all that pot, my task would have been impossible. I was playing an intense game of brinkmanship; succeed, and I get what I wanted, or at least what Brian had convinced me I wanted, fail and I'd spend the rest of the night tied naked to a tree in my yard.
While lying on the coffee table, I became a different person, convinced I could do it, certain I could demonstrate enough self-control to pass this test. I started thinking about what would happen next. I thought about Kevin's cock, then about Tim's nasty, cheesy foreskin, and then about feeling Brian slip the monster dick I'd craved all these years up my pre-lubed ass, my cunt. My cunt! Shit! I hadn't even been fucked yet and I was already calling it my cunt!
Just then, a series of massive contractions in my groin snapped me from this daydream. If I didn't regain control of my body this instant, I'd never experience those things. I slowed my hand as much as possible while meeting Brian's rule that it stay in motion. If I could just avoid the head I might still make it. The biological urge to orgasm grew more intense, insisting I push myself over the edge. I heard comments from the guys like "Shit, he's gonna lose it!" and "The fucker is trying, dude. Don't count him out yet..."
I blocked out the voices, knowing I needed every ounce of concentration in order to fend off the nearly inevitable orgasm. While clamping down with my ass and biting my lower lip, I miraculously managed to back away from the brink of disaster. I heard clapping and twisted my head to look. Everyone but Kevin, who was holding the camera at the time, was standing and applauding me. It was all so fucking surreal...
"Brian, dude! You know how to throw a party!" cried Kevin. "I know you wanted him to go non-stop, but I think that performance deserves a five minute break. What you do say?"
"I gotta admit, that was pretty impressive," Brian agreed. "I could've sworn he was about to nut. But somehow he managed to hang on. What do you say, Ricky? Would you like a five minute break?"
Deep inside, I knew I needed a break, but pride wouldn't let me give in, not just yet. In a way, the fact that I'd impressed them made me feel good. It made me feel almost admired. Wanting to show them I could do this without a break, I declined their offer.
"That's your choice, dude," replied Brian. "But it could be another hour before Jesse gets here and I've got a few surprises left for you. Tim used your computer to burn last night's footage onto a DVD. I think it's time to watch it, from the beginning..."
With that, he picked up the remote and started the DVD, making sure to pump up the sound really loud in case I didn't feel like watching it.
I dared not look toward the television, even for a moment, knowing I'd spew immediately if I saw the images. High from the weed and the excruciating need to release my built up cum, I was riding the peak of a lasting edge that threatened to consume me. One ill-timed stroke and I was doomed. My cock had ceased to look like it should belong to a human. Swollen to painful proportions and now weeping a continuous stream of precum, my erection and my need to orgasm were now the enemy. If I could just make it through, just focus enough to keep my load in check, I could show these guys that I meant business.
I heard voices coming from the television and had to block them out. Based on the slurping noises, I knew the DVD was replaying the moment I took Tim's fat, dirty, uncut fuck-stick down my throat. My hand continued to travel cautiously up and down my shaft. I started perspiring and felt my back getting sticky. My armpits were pouring out sweat, running all over my coffee table as I endured this test. I could smell myself; it was the smell of sex, an animal smell. A deep, powerful contraction came out of nowhere and I squeezed hard to suppress it, my hand slowing even more. After a moment, as I focused on my breathing, I knew the worst was over...
But how much longer could I last? I couldn't go on like this forever, no one could. When I opened my mouth to cry out in both ecstasy and frustration, it was promptly filled with one of Tim's dirty socks. Luckily, the distraction eased the pumping in my crotch, but the reprieve was only temporary as the fumes from the sweat and funk-filled fabric forced their way into my brain. Fatigued, I felt like giving up; in fact, a growing part of me wanted nothing more than to quit right then and there. But I considered how Brian would react if I shot my load and that provided an incentive. I wanted to make him proud of me. These thoughts hardened my resolve to show them I could get through this...
"When do you think Jesse's gonna get here?" Kevin asked Brian.
"I'd say about half an hour, give or take fifteen minutes. Why? Do you think Ricky's gonna cum before Jesse shows up?"
"I'm not sure. He's trying really hard, that much is obvious..."
"I know," Brian said thoughtfully. "Maybe we should try something else while we've still got time..."
"What have you got in mind?"
"He never got to play with the other toys we bought. If we don't use `em now, we might never get a chance. Tim, where'd you put the bag from the store?"
"It's behind the couch..."
Brian retrieved the bag and approached the coffee table, towering over me.
"Hand's off your cock, bitch!" he commanded.
Despite my desire to show them I could satisfy the terms of the original deal, I released my dick and awaited this newest humiliation.
"Take a look at this," he teased. "I bought something last night for that pretty, virgin cunt of yours..."
He slowly extracted a dildo from the bag, at least eight or nine inches long and thick. It had a cord running from the base to a device that looked like a switch of some kind.
"I'm gonna use this on you now. You don't need to keep playing with your dick, but you're still not allowed to cum. If you shoot, you lose, but if you can hold back, you win. Do you understand the new rules?"
Concerned over this turn of events, but remaining dedicated to making him proud of me, I told Brian that I understood. I wasn't completely convinced I could make it through this next phase, since I had no idea how it would feel. The dildo in his hand was quite a bit larger than the finger he'd used earlier and it looked like it was going to hurt. But there was no backing out now, Brian had made that perfectly clear.
I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself for the intrusion as the large toy moved between my legs and pressed against my hole. I noticed Kevin quickly sprint to the end of the table with an apparent desire to watch me get broken in. To my surprise, Brian did not shove the latex cock directly up my ass. Instead, he simply teased the opening, pressing the dildo with just enough force to keep it in place while jiggling it in rapid up and down motions. The overall effect felt like a massage. Though my dick was still lurching wildly and belching out juice, my anxiety had backed me off the edge.
For the moment, I was safe...
As the pressure on my hole built and the jiggling motions intensified, my anal ring suddenly opened and the head of the dildo snapped inside. Instantly, I clamped down on it and pain raced through my body. It wasn't horrible, just extremely uncomfortable. I winced from the new sensation and noticed my cock had finally lost some of its rigidity.
"That's a good pussy," commented Kevin, "just relax and take it. You got the head in and that's just a taste of what's to come. It'll be a lot easier if you just let it happen..."
To his credit, Brian was breaking me in slowly, leaving the head of the dildo parked where it was, jiggling it randomly, and not giving me a chance to tighten up enough to cause real pain. Within minutes, my ass was beginning to spasm non stop, opening and closing on the invader with a reflex action. Brian began to use short thrusts, barely sinking a couple of inches in and out, in time to the contractions.
"FUCK YEAH! That's it, faggot. Your ass is opening up and swallowing this cock all by itself. Look at that thing gaping at us!" yelled Brian, calling the other guys over to watch.
Tim used the camera to record a close up as my ass opened again and again, swallowing more and more of the dildo each time. Brian was hardly exerting any pressure, just enough for the cock not to lose any of the ground it had already gained, and still jiggling it enough to keep me off guard.
Suddenly, the dildo touched something inside me and I thought I was going to pass out. My prick seemed to stretch beyond the confines of its skin as it swelled and began an all too familiar dance, spewing precum in time to the strokes inside me. I moaned out loud in pleasure.
"Goddamn, bitch!" Brian shouted. "Looks like I found your spot. All you faggot's got one. Once a man touches that spot with his cock, a good pussy like you will live to have it touched again. You'll be looking at guys all the time now and not just out of curiosity anymore. No, you'll be wondering how this or that guy's dick would feel lodged up your pussy, pounding you senseless, hitting this spot over and over `til you spew your fucking fag load all over the place. Fuck! After a while, you won't even be able to throw a bone without some big, nasty cock fucking you hard and spewing a huge wad of dick-snot into you..."
He was picking up speed as he talked and some kind of switch went off in my mind. I knew he was right; I could see myself doing anything to feel this again. My cock swelled and bounced with each word and thrust. I was on the edge again, feeling my backed up jizz trying to find a way out. I wanted to pass this test, now more than ever. Now I NEEDED to feel them inside me. At this point, the thought of NOT getting fucked was intolerable.
Brian must have been reading my mind...
"Yeah, not so confident now, are you pussy? You got this dildo in you pumping away, pushing your buttons, and you're gonna shoot all over the place, aren't you? I can see by the way your dick is swaying and pumping that you're on the edge of a huge one. You better hold it back, Ricky. I'm not about to stop pumping your ass and if you lose it, we're outta here. If you wanna find out how a real cock would feel in there, you'd better calm down. Remember, we don't have much patience for people with no self-control. You don't wanna fuck up now, do you?"
I don't know how I made it, especially after he hit the switch and it began to vibrate. Brian would plunge the dildo in and out quickly then slow down, giving me three or four long, slow strokes with it. I repeatedly felt spooge rise to the base of my tube, but each time I managed to hold off the inevitable. My hands were gripping the sides of the coffee table so hard my knuckles turned white. I concentrated on my breathing and tried to block out Brian and the others. Shit, my jizz was rising again! I was going to fail! Fuck, if he'd just change the rhythm or pull out for a second, then I might be able to regain control. Just a few hours ago, I was begging for this release, and now I abhorred this coming orgasm. It meant I was finished for tonight. The cock pistoning in and out of me was about to push me; no, throw me over the edge I'd been clinging to all this time...
Suddenly, the doorbell was ringing and the dildo was withdrawn, leaving my asshole gaping in time to the spasms of a pre-empted ejaculation. I was soaked in sweat and precum; I was dizzy and unable to focus. Hazily, I remember Brian telling me not to move as he stood to answer the door.
Everyone's attention was diverted for a moment as the guys walked to the door and greeted Jesse, tonight's supplier. My need to orgasm was gradually beginning to dissipate, as I'd been caught off guard by the sudden flurry of activity in the room. My cock, however, didn't seem to get the message. In constant motion now, it was throbbing to the enduring contractions in my groin. I could now feel those contractions in my ass as well. Even though I couldn't see it, it felt like it was still opening and closing; my entire crotch seemed alive, a thing existing apart from me, over which I no longer had full control. Reaching between my legs, past my filthy, slobbering dick, I pressed my fingers against my hole and found that it was indeed contracting and relaxing in perfect time with my dancing cock. I eased a finger inside and was shocked at how easy it slid in. As I did, a large glob of slippery goo came pouring from the slit.
"I know you're craving something else up there, but you're just gonna have to wait..."
The voice was Brian's. The guys had returned from their dealing and were filing back into the living room. Since they'd gone to meet Jesse in the entry way, which doesn't provide a good look into the house, I had assumed they were going to keep our activities a secret from him. I didn't know this Jesse, and maybe Brian thought he wouldn't be into this kind of scene.
I was dead wrong.
Here they were, all of them slowly surrounding me, including Jesse, as I reclined naked on my coffee table fingering my ass! Brian gave me a moment to fully experience this humiliation before speaking again.
"Come here, boy. I'd like you to meet Jesse; that is, if you can pull your fingers away from your pussy for a minute..."
The other guys broke into laughter as I stood on shaky legs and walked to Brian and Jesse. My dick leaked steadily during the short trip, leaving a trail on the floor. Jesse just stared at me for a few seconds. Terrified to speak, I simply stood there, waiting for an indication as to what would happen next.
"Dude, I'd shake your hand, but I just saw where it's been," Jesse said to me, his voice dripping with condescension.
I lowered my face in shame.
"Yeah, I knew he'd get off on it. You'd never believe he's got a virgin ass from the way he was fingering it when you walked in. We just spent half an hour getting him ready for his cherry-busting with that dildo over by the coffee table. Fucker was really into it, too. By the way, his name is Ricky..."
"Mind if I stay? It's been a long time since I watched a dude lose his cherry. Besides, I've made enough money off this run to last awhile. I don't have anywhere else I need to be..."
"Sure you can stay, man! Spend the whole damn night if you want! We got plenty of beer, weed, and pussy. He'll see to it you have a good time..."
Before Jesse arrived, I'd started to feel relaxed around the five guys already here, but now there was another complete stranger in my house to ratchet up my uneasiness and throw me off guard. Brian motioned me toward the center of the living room and left me standing there, my hard cock thrust out toward them, leaking like a fucking hose, while everyone took seats around the room. Tim and Phillip were already working on refilling the bong and Kevin had gone to the kitchen to get more beer. When he returned, Brian took a beer from him and handed it to me, along with a tablet I recognized from last night.
"Here, take this. It's another tab of ecstasy. Since you enjoyed it so much last night, I asked Jesse to bring one over for you." When I hesitated, he leaned in closely and whispered in my ear, "Go on and take it, Ricky. I want you to enjoy this..."
After placing the pill on my tongue, I downed it with a swig of beer.
At this point, the guys sat and talked about nothing in particular, more or less unmindful of the hard, naked man standing apprehensively just a few feet away. I didn't want to sit without specific directions to do so out of fear of angering Brian. He was now smoking with the others and I knew from experience how volatile he becomes when high.
I took a moment to gaze down at my cock. The thing was fucking amazing! I wasn't feeling at all sexual at the moment; in fact, I was downright nervous, yet it was standing proud as a flagpole, dripping constantly over the swollen cum-tube, the nasty prefuck slipping over my balls and slowly down my leg. It intermittently twitched, like it was trying to find something, anything, to touch in a vain effort to blast its neglected wad.
Brian snapped me out of my thoughts by ordering me to sit in front of the sofa, directly in front of Jesse. For the first time, I noticed what he looked like. He was about our age, maybe a little older, and didn't fit the stereotype I had in my mind of a drug-dealer. Average in build, he was wearing a loose-fitting, black t-shirt that hung to his crotch while standing along with a pair of faded jeans that were torn on the right knee. His feet, which seemed far too big for his body, were covered with a pair of well-worn, black cross-trainers, both of which were nearly worn through at the toe, exposing the gray athletic socks underneath. His sparse facial hair looked like it hadn't been shaved in a week. His shoulder-length, black hair, kept falling into his face as he talked. As I sat in front of him, I felt the drug begin to kick in and knew that I would be flying high in no time.
"OK cumdump," Brian said once I was in position. "I want you to give Jesse a little of that famous service of yours. You can start with his feet. Use your hands, your mouth, whatever you want. Fuck, go to town on `em, just don't touch yourself while you're playing. Remember, your cock doesn't count when you're in a room with real men..."
Jesse reached down with one of his large hands and aggressively grabbed my hair, pulling my head upward and forcing me to make eye contact with him.
"Are you telling me this faggot gets into guy's feet?" he asked Brian without interrupting his soul-raping stare.
"Fuck yeah, he does!" Brian instantly answered. "He really gets off on Tim's because the fuckers smell so damn bad! Apparently, mine didn't stink enough for him, even though his little dick stayed rock-hard and wet while he tongued `em."
Everyone laughed except Jesse.
"Well shit! These dogs will send him into orbit. In fact, they might run the rest of you guys outta the room..."
His eyes continued to tunnel into me.
"Is that what you want, to work on my smelly feet? Or are they making you do this? You can tell me. I won't force you to do it if you don't want to, no matter what Brian says. So tell me, is this what you really want?"
I swallowed hard before speaking...
"Yes, I really want to do it."
"Well then, get to work. If we need something else, we'll let you know."
He released my head and sat back, relaxing on the couch, taking the bong from Phillip and inhaling deeply. I didn't waste a second before reaching for his shoes.
"Told ya' man," commented Brian.
"I thought you were full of shit, Brian. I've known a few faggots before. Hell, we had this one guy who'd come to my parties and give out blowjobs to the guys with no dates, but I've never known a guy who got off on feet. It sounds sick, but if he's into it, I won't pass up a massage..."
Though embarrassed by their conversation, I was also totally caught up in the heat coming from Jesse's feet. The tops of his shoes were very warm and I lifted one, placing my nose over the threadbare spot where his toe made contact with the fabric. When I took a deep breath it initiated laughter, but I didn't care. Everyone else in the room had seen me do worse things and I was positive Jesse would too before this was over. I wanted this and I knew it. The drug made it somewhat easier to accept, but I'd have wanted his feet even if I was stone cold sober.
I hastily unlaced both sneakers and spread the laces wide, not taking the shoes off, just getting them loose. Then I lifted them to my face. After one additional deep sniff, I slipped them off completely. The smell was strong, but I didn't find it unpleasant; in fact, it excited me. My cock began to tremble between my legs when I buried my face in the damp material and put one of his huge, damp, sock-covered feet in my mouth. Just then someone told me to look up. With Jesse's large foot cradled in my hands, I saw that Tim was using the camera to record my degrading behavior once more.
"No, put his foot back in your mouth, dirty sock and all! Show the camera how much you love it..."
My inhibitions all but gone, I did exactly as I was told. I made a total ass of myself, sitting on the floor with some stranger's sweat and funk-covered sock in my mouth, tonguing at the locker-room smells, all while keeping my eyes focused on the camera, playing the part of a fucking whore. Reaching up, I tore the foul socks from his feet and, after inhaling deeply from each, worked his long toes with my mouth, prying my tongue between each and lapping up the funk residing there. The smell was intoxicating; I thought to myself that this guy must never wash his feet for them to get this ripe. Still, what I was doing was making my cock feel good, too good; an orgasm was just around the corner.
I started to pant and shut my eyes.
"Don't you even think about cumming!" shouted Brian, his tone similar to the one you'd use with a puppy you were trying to housebreak. "You'd better stop that right now!"
I lowered Jesse's feet and tried to keep myself from cumming. I didn't look at my cock, knowing I was too close. Seeing it in this condition would only make me want to shoot more. Besides, I could always watch it later on video; Tim was now zooming in on it, recording the wild, jerky motions.
"See what you've gone and done, Jesse!" Brian said with a laugh. "You got him so worked up over your nasty feet he's about to lose his juice. Hey boy! Are you in control yet?"
"Not yet," I moaned, "it could still happen any second."
"Stand up!" he barked. "You'd better not fucking sling it!"
I stood quickly, my drippy cock swinging upward from the sudden movement and slapping my stomach, slinging precum clear up to my chin. Brian approached swiftly and grabbed my balls. Since they were drawn up in the sack, he squeezed the nuts themselves, not just the skin. Though I winced in pain, the discomfort backed me off the edge. He continued to clutch them until they lowered in the sack, then grabbed one of Jesse's socks and wrapped it around my scrotum, tying it off tightly. The bulk of the material pushed my balls out as far as they'd ever been and the pressure was incredible. He twisted the sock so the knot was in the back and then, after smacking my ass, returned to his seat, his own uncut prick now sticking from his boxers.
"That should keep you from shooting your nasty jizz before I tell you to," he said derisively. Then, after looking around the room, he added, "Guys, I think it's time to get naked!"
There was a chorus of rowdy hollering and lewd comments as the guys shed their clothing. Instead of stripping completely, Jesse stood before me and only removed his t-shirt...
"I want your new cumslut to take off my jeans," he said while looking at Brian.
"You heard the man," prompted Brian, "snap to it!"
I walked to Jesse, my cock and sock-tied ballsack swinging from my groin, and reached for his top button.
"On your knees..." he ordered with an unmistakable air of authority.
After lowering myself to the floor, I unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper, exposing Jesse's crotch. He wasn't wearing underwear and his erection was obvious, the thick cock pressing down against his thigh, the head causing a spot to form on the faded jeans. Gradually, I lowered his pants, first exposing his sweaty, dank pubes then the trunk of his engorged penis. Finally, with a snap, the colossal, uncut spear of a dick popped out of the denim and slapped me on the chin, leaving a trail of precum on my lips.
"Nice, ain't it?" he asked, clearly pleased with my reaction.
My mouth hung open and I felt saliva building in my mouth. I'd become like one of Pavlov's dogs! There was no denying it was an incredibly hot cock. As I watched, the pink head swelled and strained to break free of the foreskin prison. It throbbed again, allowing the crown to force its way into the open. Now that it was fully skinned, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"I asked you a question..."
"Yeah," I whispered, "it's really nice..."
"We can't hear you," yelled Tim, who was still filming.
Given my focus on the cock in my face, I found his voice annoying and distracting. Still, I answered anyway, just to avoid trouble...
"It's really nice," I repeated, this time much louder.
"You wanna suck it, don't you?" Jesse teased.
"Yes..."
As I watched Jesse's throbbing erection swing, inches from my face, I realized its power, and imagined I was being hypnotized by it. I'd do anything to taste the warm, salty skin covering it...
"Yes, what?" he prompted, holding his piece by the base and moving it closer to my lips.
Though I didn't realize it at the time, the camera recorded my reaction, providing a new humiliation that was saved for another day. Before answering his question, I fucking started to drool...
"I wanna suck it. I want it in my mouth. I wanna feel your foreskin with my tongue and taste your cum when you shoot!"
By now, I was flying high and would've admitted to anything. But frankly, I genuinely did want it in my mouth. Shit, I was telling the fucking truth!
"You'll do anything for it, won't you?"
"Yes! I'll do anything!"
No one had trouble hearing me this time; I was practically shouting.
Jesse took complete control of the situation. Until now, there'd been an unspoken agreement between the guys that Brian was in charge, that he decided what we did and that we did it on his schedule.
Jesse wasn't in the mood to let Brian make those decisions...
"Sit on the floor with your back against the couch. Move over, so your head is where these cushions meet..."
Once I was in position, he pushed my head backward, forcing it between the sections of sofa padding. My eyes were now looking straight at the ceiling, the sides of either cushion sandwiching my face. Jesse sat down, right on my mouth!
I struggled vigorously, not knowing if I'd be able to breathe like this. The loudest laughter of the evening erupted when his ass made contact with my mouth.
"Settle down, bitch! And get that tongue working. You said you'd do anything. I just wanna see if you mean it!"
When I realized I wasn't going to suffocate, I relaxed, resigning myself to trying yet another type of man-sex. Sticking out my tongue, it contacted his asshole; the smell was sweaty but not foul, more musky and manly than dirty. As I began to tongue in earnest, he reached behind and spread his cheeks to provide me easier, deeper access. I was relieved that the camera couldn't record my face in this position.
"Yeah, eat out that hole! Get me really hot and ready for that sweet mouth. Show me you deserve it!"
"Goddamn!" someone yelled, the voice sounding like Brad's but I couldn't be certain. "I knew this fucker was a freak, but now he's eating ass!"
Using my extended tongue, I lapped around the hole, cleaning off the sweat and funk I found there, teasing the clenched opening over and over. Jesse was getting more turned on...
"French kiss my fucking shitter, you slut. You knew you were gonna get gang-banged tonight. There's not too much lower than that, so a little ass licking shouldn't be a problem for you..."
I pressed my lips against his hole and kissed the rosebud passionately, pushing my tongue forward, working the tip into his ass. I felt ridiculous but knew my cock was still pounding and that every guy in the room could see it. Jesse allowed me to work his ass for several more minutes before sliding back and resting his balls on my lips.
"Tongue those fat nuts too, bitch. We all know how bad you want cum tonight, so help me work up a nice load to feed you..."
He was now resting more of his weight on my face and it was becoming a bit uncomfortable. I continued to work my tongue, this time on his sweaty nuts. My cock began pulsing wildly as the musky, dank scent of ballsack filled my lungs. Fortunately, the sock tie-down kept me from going over the edge. Lapping at the big, low-hangers furiously, I found the taste delicious. It was evident to all in the room that I was getting off on this, so I made a conscience decision to hide it no longer. I was gonna act as slutty as I felt.
My inhibitions lowered another notch and my conversion to pussyboy was now all but complete.
Suddenly, Jesse and his luscious balls were gone and I was being pulled to my feet. I stood, shaking slightly, as Jesse sat back down on the sofa. All of the guys, including Tim, who was still filming everything, were stroking their boned erections. Brian lit a cigarette and looked casually around the room at the others before catching my eyes with his.
"Would you just look at this?" he teased. "You got six fucking studs with hard, leaky boners jerking off in your living room. How's that make you feel?"
Tim quickly zoomed in on my face. I felt dizzy. The words poured from my mouth slowly and were partially slurred, but what I spoke was the truth...
"It's fucking hot as hell! I mean, FUCK, you guys are all so awesome! God, I never thought I could get so...Shit! God, I can't even talk! What I'm trying to say is...I'm so fucking turned on by you guys!"
I was beginning to feel really fucked up. The large amount of pot I'd smoked earlier, coupled with the pill, altogether altered my sense of reality. I felt...well, submissive; I'd do more or less anything they asked. Brian smiled tenderly and used his most tranquil, seductive voice to ask his next question...
"OK boy, which of these cocks would you like to suck first?"
He was going to make me decide who to suck! I'd grown so accustomed to my decisions being made for me that I felt overwhelmed. My cock danced in mid-air, and though I was too fucked up to be in danger of accidentally cumming, that didn't stop me from continuing to leak prefuck by the quart.
But I had a decision to make...
My eyes settled on Jesse and the leaky cock between his legs. I'd just eaten his ass and licked his balls. There was no way to deny it; I was looking forward to tasting this new, unknown guy's foreskin-covered meat...
But then there was Kevin. He'd teased me with his cock last night, only putting it in my mouth while soft and then just to empty his bladder. I had wanted that cock, going so far as to beg him for it, pleading for permission to drain his jizz. He had refused, and though I tasted his thick, chewy cum this morning, it was no clearly no substitute for taking it directly from the source...
I looked to Tim, who was busy filming my bouncing dick, and remembered how good he tasted. I'd sucked him off twice last night and had fallen in love with his dirty, cheesy foreskin and the smell of his pubes. The muscles deep in my groin spasmed and my cock spilled more juice, this time with some energy behind it, the goo actually clearing the head slightly before falling to the floor.
Yes, Tim was definitely on the short list...
Looking at Phillip and then at Brad, I knew I wasn't going to choose either of them, not that their dicks weren't nice, but I was developing a fascination with foreskin and wanted the first guy to be uncut...
Finally, my gaze fell on Brian and the well-sized cock that started me down this path. I noticed his elegant feet when he curled his long toes and moved my eyes upward to his strong ankles then his shapely calves and thighs. His balls hung low and were splayed out lazily on the sofa cushion while he fingered his cock, patiently awaiting my decision. It had to be him; I knew that now. Even considering the others had been a waste of time. I had to choose Brian...
"I'd like to suck you first, Brian," I said with a fair amount of conviction in my voice.
Though it seemed like that simple choice had taken forever, now that I'd made it, I felt suddenly free somehow, like a great burden I'd been carrying for ages had been lifted, not by me, but by someone much stronger...
"I'm flattered," he responded with a smile. "I thought for sure you'd pick Jesse. I mean, fuck it, you were going to town on his ass and balls. Well, there's no time like the present; get over here and get started..."
I crawled between his legs and gently pulled his pole to my lips, taking the time to slide the skin up and down the flared head a few times to milk out as much precum as possible, unconcerned with the camera or how this action made me look. Sticking out my tongue, I lapped up the drops that formed on the tip of his pulsing cock, savoring the taste on my tongue before beginning the slow blowjob I knew he wanted to receive...and that I wanted to give.
"Ahhhhh!" Brian moaned. "Guys, this is the life; good weed, good beer, good friends, and a hot, willing boy to service your cock, every time you want it, for as long as you want it. Fuck yes, that's the way! Just use your mouth on my dick; use your hands to rub my feet..."
Without extracting his cock from my mouth, I ran my fingers down his hairy legs to his feet and found they were sweating. Using the sweat as lube, I began a slow foot massage as my tongue caressed his erection. Brian wasn't pushing me down like he had last night; rather, he was allowing me to work at my own pace, slowly going farther down, not gagging this time, but relaxing and getting into the task. When his engorged crown punched the back of my throat, I was the one forcing more of it inside, I was the one desperate to get my nose to his pubes, not only for his pleasure, but so I could sniff the scratchy hairs and smell the musk collected there. As I worked, Brad packed another bowl and passed it to Brian. He casually lit it and took a drag, holding it for several seconds before leisurely exhaling and speaking to the group...
"OK guys, when it's your turn you'll notice he's improved a lot already. But I had something special planned for this evening and I don't wanna let this change it. You see, this is the first time our whore-in-training will be taking it up the ass and I wanna make sure we fill him up right. I want everyone to agree that the jizz goes up his ass, not the mouth, not the face...the ass."
Jesse wasn't happy with this suggestion and voiced his objections almost immediately.
"Brian, that idea is just whacked! I can cum more than once a night and if I wanna dump one in his mouth that's exactly what I'm gonna do..."
"Well, I can't stop you. It's not a like I'm gonna grab..." Brian paused and looked down at me, "...a real man's balls to stop him from shooting. I was just thinking it'd be fun to see how much spooge we could pack up his ass. And it'd look really hot on the video. Hell, maybe we'll even feed it to him, right outta his hole..."
"Fuck!" yelled Kevin. "I'm up for that!"
Several other guys joined him in agreement.
"Well, if everyone else agrees, I guess I'll play along," Jesse replied. "But let's make this interesting..."
"What do you mean?" asked Brad.
Jesse stood and walked to the backpack he'd thrown in the hallway when he first arrived. He fumbled around inside it, clearly looking for something, before returning to the living room.
"Here, everybody take one of these. They're 100 mg Viagra."
"Man, I don't need Viagra," Phillip complained.
"Shut the fuck up, dickwad," Jesse spat back rather aggressively. "I got eyes; I can see you don't NEED it. But if you take it, you'll be ready to fuck all night. Face it; with all the green we're smoking, this'll help keep us in a partying mood..."
Though my eyes were closed, I could tell from both the conversation and the movement in the room that each of the guys was taking a pill. What the hell was I in for tonight? I began to wonder if it had been a mistake not to let Brian take my cherry in private.
Jesse spoke again...
"Hey Brian, you wanna give the entertainment one?"
"Why the fuck not," he answered, "...though it might be kinda painful for him. I mean, I don't think that prick of his could get any harder. But we did feed him that tab of ecstasy. It might help him keep him interested..."
Using my hair as a handle, Brian pulled my head upward and off his cock. I had assumed he'd hand me the pill, perhaps even allow me some beer to wash it down. Instead, he took the blue pill and placed it on the extreme tip of his moist cock, right over the dripping slit. He then told Tim to get the camera ready, that they'd only get one shot at this. Suddenly, he thrust my head down onto his pole, the crown, along with the pill, slipping easily down my throat until my nose was nestled in his sweaty pubes. He quickly pumped his dick into me a few times, just to make sure I'd taken my medicine.
"Swallow!" he barked. "Yeah, that's it! Swallow hard, fucker!"
Brian then lifted my head from his prick, angled it backward, and forced me to look up at him...
"Open your mouth, bitch. Let me see..."
As I dropped my lower jaw to comply, he inspected the inside of my mouth both visually and with his fingers. It was the same type of scrutiny you use with your dog when trying to verify that it swallowed its heartworm pill.
"I'm impressed, Ricky. You're being very obedient tonight! You'll be feeling really good in about half an hour..."
Abruptly, I was being shoved away from Brian and onto Jesse's lap.
"You mean it's my turn already? Kewl! Get to work, faggot! And you heard your boss; we're supposed to save our jizz for your ass. Get me as close as you want, but I'll tan your fucking hide if you make me cum in your mouth."
Immediately setting to work on his cock, I kept him pulsing and on edge for some time before moving to service Phillip, then Brad, then Tim, then Kevin, and then Brian - AGAIN! Shit! I'd given each of them a blowjob and was being passed around like some kind of blow-up doll, keeping each of them aroused, into the scene, into their cocks, and building up the sexual pressure in the room notch by notch.
About ten minutes into Brian's second blowjob, I suddenly heard Phillip's voice...
"Shit! Guys, I gotta cum - bad!"
"You gotta get it in his ass," reminded Brian.
"Hell yeah," yelled Kevin, "...let's do this!"
The room exploded with activity, filling with noise and commotion, as Phillip knelt behind me and kicked my knees apart. While I continued to suck Brian's cock, Phillip unceremoniously speared his erection straight up my ass, causing me to suddenly realize why Brian had been so concerned that I be lubed before the night started. If I'd been dry, he would've killed me; as it was, I nearly passed out. Though the dildo had stretched my opening somewhat and the drugs had certainly relaxed me, Phillip's cock still seared my ass as he plowed viciously into me.
He hadn't been lying when he said he was close, only managing a few rapid thrusts before beginning to scream...
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Yeah faggot, I'm gonna fill you up! This is your first...fucking...load...of...the...night!"
I felt each blast of his angry cock as it exploded inside me. Strangely, the ejaculated spooge made the fucking more comfortable, reducing friction and slicking up my insides. He continued to rut around in my ass for several more minutes, staying rock-hard the entire time, his pill obviously having kicked in. Only temporary exhaustion caused him to slow and then stop altogether, before extracting his prick, along with a few drops of his slop, from my ass.
Brian pulled my face from his dick and held my head up, once again drilling into my soul with his piercing, spellbinding gaze...
"You just had your cherry popped, boy. Did you like it?"
As I stared up at him and our eyes locked, I ignored Tim focusing the camera, zooming in on my face to record my answer. I also ignored the dull aching in my recently-penetrated gut, as that sensation was negated by the overwhelming sense of emptiness I now felt.
I could not lie to him. I did not want to lie to him.
"More..." I whispered, "I need more..."
Brian's corrupt, arrogant smile gradually expanded across his face.
"Say it louder, bitch! Tell us what you want!"
"More!" I repeated, but with only a moderate increase in volume. "Oh my God, I really wasn't expecting it to feel that good. Brian, I want more!"
"I said louder!" he shouted. "Let the whole goddamn world know what a fucking cumslut you are!"
Silent for only a moment, I looked around the room at the five other guys staring at the scene unfolding before them. My hesitation faded as my hormones overtook me. I actually began to pant in desperation and begged for what I needed...and I did it at the top of my lungs.
"Fuck me!" I yelled in frustration. "Somebody, please fuck me! I need it! Goddamnit! Please, I fucking need it..."
Brian released my head, hastily tossing me onto the coffee table, the site of my prior dildo fuck. If he had not slowly opened me up with plenty of lube and the sex toy, I'd probably be crying for them to stop at this point instead of begging for them to continue. He removed the sock tied around my ballsack and it dawned on me that, despite his arrogant, hostile words, he was actually being gentle with me, trying not to damage my nuts. Realizing that he wasn't trying to cause me pain made me want this even more...
"Who do you want to fuck you next?"
"...Anybody!!!" I yelled, not realizing at the moment how unbelievably slutty that sounded. "Brian, you can go next if you want..."
He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs, and smirked down at me. The image of him, towering over me, preparing to enter me, was instantly seared into my long-term memory. Years later, when many of the other details from this night had faded from my mind, this iconic moment would remain. It was the very definition of male power and dominance...
"I don't need your fucking permission, bitch!"
Rather than immediately breaching my hole, he motioned for Tim, requesting that our cameraman get a shot of my ass.
"Holy shit, look at this guys!" cried Tim. "Goddamnit Phil! Dude, you fucking opened him up!"
"And from the looks of it, filled him up too," added Kevin as he reached forward and rubbed the remnants of Phillip's cum around the rim of my new found pussy.
As they watched Kevin finger me, I began to squirm and moan in heat. This provided Tim with the inspiration for a new idea...
"Hey Brian, we should hook the camera up to the television so he can see this himself."
Brian nodded approvingly at the suggestion.
"Yeah, it might do him good to watch his freshly picked cherry-hole getting fed load after load of jizz..."
While Kevin continued to tease my hungry hole, I watched Tim prepare the necessary cables, turn on the television, and focus the camera on my ass. What I saw shocked me. I was on my back, legs spread and lifted into the air. My hole, covered in Phillip's cum, looked shiny and slick, the entrance slightly ajar, opening and closing in tiny, pulsing spasms, perfectly matching the deep muscular contractions I felt inside me. It was almost hypnotic to watch. It was true; I'd been opened up and fucked, and I had enjoyed it.
There was much more to come...
"OK guys, It's my turn," said Brad while moving into position.
"Wait," I moaned.
"What is it?" Brad asked impatiently.
I looked around nervously before speaking.
"I thought Brian was gonna go next..."
Everyone in the room laughed except for Brian, who actually looked touched that I'd specifically requested him. He knelt near my head and I could tell he was trying to hide his feelings from the others. His lips began to move, as if he was preparing to speak, but Brad interrupted him before he could begin.
"That's too bad, faggot. You're gonna take me first..."
Tim grabbed one of my ankles, using his other hand to hold the camera, while Brad located the target. This time, I was able to both feel and SEE the invasion as my ass stretched to accommodate the marauding cock. The large head slipped inside effortlessly, forcing a moan of pleasure from my lips. The crown emerged again, in preparation for a deeper thrust, and I noticed it was covered with Philip's cum. I didn't get to watch it for long; the second thrust lodged his erection balls-deep inside my hole. I squirmed on the table, not from pain, but from the trivial discomfort of being overly filled. My dick was vibrating constantly, feeling painfully swollen and sloppy wet. As Brad began to thrust in earnest, I watched my prick begin to hemorrhage drop after drop of precum.
"Shit guys, this feels a lot more like pussy than I thought it would," commented Brad as he finally found his rhythm.
"I told ya, man," Brian gloated. "It's the next best thing. Throw it to him hard, dude..."
Then, since Brian was still kneeling by my head, he lowered his lips to my ear and whispered softly enough for his words to be heard by no one other than myself...
"See, I was right. The two guys I know are totally straight ended up being the first two to fuck you..."
"What the hell are you telling him?" demanded Brad between thrusts.
"None of your goddamn business!" spat back Brian. "Just fuck him, dude..."
Brad did just that, becoming a fucking animal, plowing into me vigorously, seemingly harder as the minutes ticked by. I could feel his hips slamming into me over and over again, his wiry pubes scratching the area just above my ass. When perspiration began to pour from his forehead and chest, he leaned over me, doubling me up and temporarily obscuring Tim's camera shot, throwing his fuck into overdrive.
"Goddamnit!" he screamed, "I'm gonna fucking blow!"
Brad's brutal rutting never slowed for a moment, even as his cock exploded into my stretched hole, filling it with a second load, his jizz mixing with the semen Phillip had previously deposited. Unlike Phillip, however, once finished, he swiftly and unceremoniously extracted his tool, wiped his sweaty brow with his forearm, and wordlessly walked to the couch while fingering his still firm, sloppy dick. He picked up what was left of his beer and tipped it in my direction, almost like a salute.
Once he moved out of my field of vision, I looked at the television and saw that my ass was more open now than it was a few minutes ago. In fact, I could barely get the slimy, wet opening to close completely. A small, milky white drop of spent jizz oozed from the ring and Tim excitedly filmed its slow descent through the crevice before it dripped onto the floor. He didn't ask, wait for permission, or even put down the camera before moving between my legs and placing his dirty, uncut prick against the slit and pushing with all his might, sinking easily to the root in a single thrust.
"Fuck yes!" he half-spoke, half-laughed. "Now this is what I'm talking about! A nice, slippery pussy wrapped around your cock! Man, this is fucking awesome! I'm so glad you guys decided to order pizza yesterday!"
With the camera pointed down, he focused on the image of his cock as it rocked back and forth in my ass. On the television, I could see the top side of his dick as it vanished and re-emerged repeatedly. A few times, streaks of Brad and Phillip's cum were dragged from my hole by the motion of Tim's cock, the goo clinging to his veiny shaft. He was clearly in no hurry and set up a calm, slow rhythmic fuck, casually speaking to the others in the room, laughing at both my predicament and my cooperation. I heard very little of it. Gone was the ache of the previous invasions. This time, there was no pain at all, only the sweet, mind-altering sensation of being fully and deeply filled. Tim was hitting that spot inside me, the one that felt so good, making me teeter on the edge of a ferocious orgasm, but not quite initiating release. The combination of drugs and intense pleasure began to overwhelm me and I retreated into my own little world. Once I did, I felt myself relax even further.
Suddenly, he was slapping my ass...
"Tighten it up, fucker! You're zoning out on me. When you do that, your cunt gets too loose..."
I tried to focus on my anal ring, to tighten it, but my muscle control was meager at best. The hole squeezed somewhat but not nearly as much as he wanted. Handing the camera to Brian, he used both hands to pinch my nipples. Yelping in pain, my ass clamped shut around his leisurely pistoning cock and he moaned his appreciation. This latest sensation shattered the comfort I'd felt just moments earlier. Since each twist of my nipples seemed to cause my ass to spasm around his cock, he continued to pull and pinch until the opening reached his preferred degree of tightness.
Without prior notice, he pushed in deep and held his cock motionless...
"You feel that, faggot? My dick is in the same boat as yours, hot and ready to explode. Do me a favor and squeeze your ass a few more times. You know, coax my cock into feeding your hole?"
Unfortunately, he didn't give me a chance to attempt this on my own. As he twisted my nipples painfully one final time, my ass went into overdrive. It spasmed repeatedly as I squirmed on the table, massaging his cock while he kept it parked perfectly fixed in its stationary position.
"FUCK! I'm almost there. Here it comes, you fucking bitch!"
The rod plugging me went absurdly stiff, pulsing and swelling as it worked toward orgasm. Then, a recognizable flood of wet heat streamed into me as his fuck juice erupted with a vengeance. I knew from experience that he was capable of producing massive amounts of cum, but now he was literally stuffing me with spooge. I realized that when he pulled out, my stretched anal muscle would be powerless to contain it. Throughout his massive ejaculation, Tim never moved a muscle, choosing instead to simply kneel between my legs, utterly still, letting his orgasmic reflex empty his load into my gut.
When I looked up, he was grinning down at me...
"I knew that would be hot, but goddamn! Little faggot, I'm impressed! You got me looking forward to round two already..."
He struggled to his feet, his still rigid cock snapping up and slapping his belly loudly as he did, the foreskin pulled back over the crown from the suction of my opening. I felt warm goo escaping and saw my dripping hole as he took the camera from Brian and focused in close. I tried to clamp down, to keep the jizz inside, mostly because I didn't want to make a mess, but also because lying on my back with my ass leaking jock-cum was the most humiliating thing I'd ever done.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" asked Brian.
I looked up, forcing my mind from the bizarre fog of drugs, pleasure, discomfort, and humiliation...
"Brian, it feels so good," I moaned breathlessly. "I love it so much..."
"Well, of course you do," he said almost tenderly, distracting me from the filth he was about to utter. "It's not surprising. I mean, you've got a pussy, and pussys love to get fucked, that's what they're made for! Based on how your cunt is starting to swell around the edges, I can tell it loves this, just like I knew it would. After this weekend, you'll be looking for cock to plug up your twat everywhere you go. At work, you'll be watching your co-worker's crotches, wondering what it would feel like to have them open you up, even the ones you hate, the ones you detest, just because your pussy will be crying out for something to fill it..."
He moved to the other end of the table and spread my legs wide, motioning for Tim to keep filming.
"On nights like tonight, I can help you with that need. Maybe we can even invite some friends over..."
These slowly-spoken, quiet words were having a profound psychological effect on me and I moaned loudly when I felt the head of his cock stretch open my hole...
"Other times, I won't be interested in this. Those nights will be the worst hell you've ever known, needing it so badly but knowing the whole time that you won't be getting it from me..."
Another inch slipped inside. I groaned in response, mesmerized by both his words and the feeling of his erection as it eased into me bit by bit, his unyielding shaft swimming in the ocean of cum left by Phillip, Brad, and Tim.
"On nights like that, you can either play with your toys or maybe go down to that bookstore and pick up some random guy. It won't matter who, because you'll crave this enough to let just about anybody do you..."
Finally, his scratchy pubes touched my ass-cheeks and the muscles in my groin began to spasm. I realized that the contractions felt good and started to flex and relax them voluntarily, both for Brian's pleasure and my own.
Brian knew what I was doing...
"Yeah, my little cumdump likes this feeling. He likes getting his insides poked by a real man's cock. Your dick is really swollen. Shit, it even moves on its own when I push like this..."
I moaned as he withdrew himself and vigorously rammed back inside.
"Yeah, make those noises, bitch! Show me how much you love this fucking pole inside your cunt. Tim liked it tight; but me, I think this is just about right. Of course, my cock is thicker than his..."
"Fuck you!" Tim responded as the other guys chuckled, temporarily interrupting the emotional mind game Brian was playing.
"Like I was saying, mine's a little thicker than his, so your twat feels just about perfect to me. Loose enough for me to do this..."
With that, he pulled out completely, allowing his cockhead to fully clear the opening. My hole gaped twice before he shoved the entire thing back in at once. I let out a loud gasp, both from surprise and the sudden gratification the sensation brought. As the firm crown slid past my prostate, I lowered my head to the coffee table and started fucking back onto his cock myself, trying to get more of it inside.
"Fuck yeah! I couldn't have done that if I'd gone first..."
He repeated this new style of fucking for several minutes, pulling out entirely, teasing my ass with the head, then burying it back to the root. Tim was trying to get shots of my ass on the out strokes and was standing between me and the television, blocking my view. I was insane with lust, and something new was happening. My ass was bringing me more pleasure than my cock! It dawned on me that I didn't need to touch my prick, or even reach orgasm, in order to feel more pleasure than I'd ever felt in my life. I was ashamed to admit it, but I truly did feel like a cunt! How had this happened? I discarded the troubling thought and went back to enjoying the tortuously satisfying fuck Brian was giving me.
"Ricky, look at me," he whispered. "Where do you want me to cum?"
I moaned while staring up at him.
"Please, cum inside me..."
"Really?" he teased. "You want my thick, slimy spooge filling your ass?"
"Shit Brian! God, please, I wanna feel it inside me..."
"So you're saying you want it in your pussy?"
I grimaced at the prospect of referring to my ass with that term but knew that Brian wanted to hear me say it. Swallowing my pride, I gave in and formed the words...
"FUCK YES! Please, I want you to cum inside my... Cum inside my... Shit! OK, I'll say it. Cum inside my pussy..."
That was all he needed to hear...
Brian gave me an unusual look, a cross between an evil smirk and a knowing grin. Then he threw his head back and allowed his cock to release a torrent of pent up cum inside me. I felt every pulse, every twitch, every spasm and could almost picture it in my mind, jerking forcefully, encased within the warm walls of my ass, spewing jet after jet of thick, ropey jizz. As intensely turned on as I felt, I was surprised I didn't orgasm with him. My ass opened and closed around his energetic prick, like it was trying to slurp up every last drop of his gift. And when he tried to pull out, my hole squeezed him tight, as if to keep him inside through sheer force of will.
Brian barely had a chance to back away before Kevin was manhandling me, pulling me off the sweaty, precum-drenched table, and positioning my limp body on my knees, with my arms and upper body draped over the surface. After moving behind me, he slapped my ass hard. I grimaced, not knowing what to expect from him. Last night, he'd refused a blowjob, saying he wanted to save it for my ass. Another hard slap landed on my upturned butt, initiating laughter. The third painful smack caused my hole to open and close briefly, allowing a small amount of deposited cum to slip from the opening, over my swinging balls, and down my right leg. True to form, Tim captured it all on tape. In this new position, I could plainly see the television screen and everything that was about to happen to my exposed rear.
Kevin suddenly roared at me...
"Tighten that fucking ass, whore! You're leaking cum on the floor!"
His cock entered me quickly and I was unprepared; this was both a good and bad thing. Good because I was relaxed when his heavy dick slammed into me; bad because I was not ready for the incredible width. I experienced pain again, and considered myself lucky they hadn't started with Kevin. His massive prick kept sinking deeper and I wondered how much was left to work inside. Once my pussy accepted the final inch, I was stretched wider than I'd been all night. Looking to the television, I saw that the sheer mass of his cock had forced some of the previously spent, abandoned spooge to squish out around his shaft, the rest of the jizz probably just packed deeper into my bowels. When he began to fuck in earnest, I thought for a moment I'd actually pass out. Lowering my head to the wet surface of the table, I tried to just accept what was happening and pray he'd cum soon. When he noticed me resting my head, he grabbed it roughly, pulling upward, and forced my neck into an awkward arch.
"Watch the movie, bitch! Watch your fucking movie while I ride you!"
I wondered if he always fucked like this, like a wild animal, unconcerned with any incidental damage his force might cause. I wondered how many women had accused him of date rape, or for that matter, rape in general. That's certainly what it felt like he was doing to me.
Fortunately, I didn't have to wonder for long, as Kevin's force was offset by his inability to slow down. After only a few minutes of pounding into my ass like a freight train, he simultaneously began slapping my ass aggressively and funneling his dicksnot into my upturned pussy. After several additional quick dog-like humps, he pulled out and approached the other side of the table.
"Thank me," he commanded.
I knew better than to object or protest, so I submissively complied.
"Thank you, Kevin..."
"What are you thanking me for, cunt? Be specific!"
Fearful of what he might do if I didn't play along, I quickly tried to think of something he might like to hear...
"Thank you for fucking me hard and fast with your big cock, just like you knew I needed it. And thank you for leaving your jizz up my twat..."
The only answer I received was a large glob of spit, hurled from his mouth into mine, just as I finished speaking.
By the time Jesse moved into position, I'd started to fade in and out of reality. This was becoming more than I could handle in a single night. As his cock slipped inside, I realized this was the SIXTH dick that had fucked me this evening. Though he didn't seem intent on hurting me, I was beginning to get sore. Still, I was glad that I'd tried this tonight and didn't regret my decision in the slightest.
I'd discovered I enjoyed getting fucked; maybe I was just a pussy.
It sure looked that way as I stared at the television...
Jesse began humping faster than anyone yet tonight. By now, my ass was scarcely exerting any pressure on his cock and the jizz from my previous fucks was impossible to keep inside. It gathered on the shaft of Jesse's prick and started to foam. When I noticed what was happening, I forced my weary eyes to focus on the television. Jesse's hulking erection was the working the surplus cum in my hole like a beater works egg whites, causing it to form a chunky, nasty froth. The area around my ass became progressively whiter as his dense shaft continued to thrash the sudsy spooge, forcing drops of it to fly off in every direction. The other guys watched in both shock and admiration as Jesse transformed me from a simple cunt into a fucking gang-bang cumslut.
I tried to force my ass closed in a futile effort to keep the humiliating foam from making such a mess, but he just enjoyed the added pressure.
"Oh God," I thought to myself, "this stuff is gonna be leaking outta me for days..."
His fuck gradually increased in intensity, wearing out my entire body in the process. The room was filled with the sound of his floppy, loose-skinned balls slapping me repeatedly. I detected the familiar smell of weed and glanced at the couch. The other guys were casually doing hits off the bong and drinking while watching the show on television, every last one of them fisting a still rigid cock.
I'd forgotten about the Viagra!
Jesse's voice suddenly pulled me from my thoughts...
"Listen to me, boy. Brian said I needed to dump in your ass, so that's what I'm gonna do. But I didn't empty my nuts last night like these other guys, so I'm gonna fill you good and proper, you see. I want you to focus your pretty little eyes on the television while Tim gets in good and close. Yeah Tim, right there is good. You keep watching, little boy. Yeah, here it comes! Watch closely now..."
Jesse slowed enough for the camera to focus on the image of his thick cock burying itself repeatedly inside my wet, sloppy cunt. I noticed that his balls were no longer swinging and the sound of them slapping my ass had fully stopped. Instead, they were rising higher in his scrotum, beginning to hug his body. All of a sudden, he ceased moving altogether and I witnessed his broad prick tremble violently in the throes of his first orgasmic contraction. The fucksnot caused the tube on the underside of his dick to swell, the knot of jizz traveling up the length of it to drain inside my hole. This first eruption felt hotter than that of any of the other guys. Shit, it was practically scalding! His erection shook again, sending another load pulsing up the cylinder. Because he was not moving, it looked like he was using his cock to give me a jizz injection. I'd never seen anything like this in a porno before, which simultaneously excited and humiliated me.
Once Jesse was finally empty, he slowly withdrew his cum-cannon and the juice I'd collected during the evening came spewing out of my sloppy hole in a slippery, degrading torrent. Tim moved the camera to film the nasty mixture of spooge as it slipped all the way to the floor. He focused in on my cavernous, twitching opening, which appeared red and swollen, much like a genuine pussy. Jesse slapped my ass before spreading my ass-cheeks wide, prompting even more jizz to slip obscenely from the slit.
I'd begged Brian for this and I knew it, for good or bad, but right now all I wanted was to go to sleep, no longer feeling the virtually uncontrollable urge to jerk off I'd felt earlier. Brian was right; I'd want to do this again, just not right now. I was exhausted. I was high. I was sore...
And I was being passed to Phillip...
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