Detour Into Depravity

Previously: Pete wakes up with Charles and Jack the morning after a threesome that Pete had found inconceivable, yet strangely appealing. Was it for real, or was it a one-night thing? He's barely awake and it's clear that Charles and Jack want more.

"Detour Into Depravity" isn't my first story for Nifty, but it's my most personal. It's largely autobiographical in that the story's main character, Pete, is essentially me. His background, feelings and emotions are mine. Some (ok, most) of the sex is fantasy, but like any good fantasy, I'd make it happen if I could.

I welcome your opinions throughout the series, particularly at the end where Pete contemplates his future. Is the depravity Pete experiences merely a detour, or is it his fate? I encourage you to send me your thoughts at psorenson9@hotmail.com

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Thanks for reading. Enjoy.

Chapter 3

I slept fitfully, to say the least. Charles and Jack were sawing wood because they had both just shot their loads into me. However, I was still hard, horny, and frustrated I didn't get off. Yet, there was something strangely erotic about being denied; it made me feel vulnerable, but singularly important. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was oddly exhilarating.

I had slept with one eye open waiting for one or both of them to wake up. I prayed they'd wake up horny and beg me to fuck them both. I had enough cum stored up from last night to easily shoot twice and couldn't think straight. I'm sure I stayed hard the entire night as every time the blanket would graze my cock I'd nearly shoot.

At some point I must've fallen into a deep sleep as I suddenly woke up, well into the morning, with my nipples being caressed and a hard cock nestled in my crack. I was awake now!

"Good morning, sexy Pete," I heard Charles whisper in my ear, and I quickly realized he was the one working my tits. How did they learn so quickly the impact my nipples had on me? Still waking up, I realized that it was Jack spooning me from behind. As Charles continued to gently fondle them rendering me helpless, he and I stared in each other's eyes and he gave me a tender `good morning' kiss, while Jack began to slowly work his cock up and down my crack. They had turned me into butter and they knew it. Charles continued to work my nipples for a remarkably long time until I was powerless to resist. When they (accurately) sensed my helplessness, without warning, Dr. Jekyll again turned into Mr. Hyde. Charles forcefully pushed my face down to his crotch and growled, "Get down there and suck my cock, sexy Pete", leaving me no choice but to comply. Waking up to my tits being worked over and my hole being teased made me so horny I'd gladly do whatever they ordered. I crawled down between his legs, got on my knees and took him into my mouth. I began by circling his cock with my tongue, teasing his balls, and licking up and down his cock, and then took it fully into my mouth and sucked like my life depended on it. It wasn't lost on me that I was picking up just where I had left off last night....powerless, with a cock in my mouth. Unlike last night, however, Jack had crawled down with me and was now kneeling between my legs, working my hole, about to penetrate. I woke up hoping they'd let me fuck them. Having this kid, albeit sexy as hell, fuck me wasn't in the cards. But he had his own ideas. He had somehow already applied enough lube to himself to enter my hole almost effortlessly. "Ohhhhh..." I groaned as he entered. Pulling my mouth off Charles's cock for only a moment, there was no denying I had become the slut I was last night: "Ohhhhhh.....don't....stop", I reluctantly groaned.

WTF?

Being sandwiched between these two gods was absolutely-fucking-amazing. I willingly and happily surrendered to them. I wanted my hole and mouth stuffed, and I wanted it to be with their cocks. It was like I was drugged. Hard cock, and lots of it, was the only thing that mattered to me. Jack had entered me and began to slide in and out of my hole slowly, while Charles's cock kept pace in my mouth.

Without warning, Jack gave me a hard slap on the ass and ordered, "Doggy style". It was clear I now had two masters and I was eager to comply, to make them proud of me. I had become so submissive that my only concern was that Jack have an angle to my hole that better satisfied him. My pleasure was not a consideration. Likewise, Charles was now kneeling in front of me so I could take his cock deeper into my throat. For the first time in my life I was being spit roasted. I had seen it in porn, and the mental picture of me being on the spit made me harder than I had ever been. Their pleasure was my only concern. They had synchronized their cocks so both reached their deepest level of penetration at precisely the same time. I groaned every time they did and instinctively (and thoughtlessly) lowered my hand to stroke my own cock. Just like last night, Jack swatted it away with the order, "Your cock is off limits, Pete. We like you horny; you're a sexy little bitch when you're horny."

Sexy little bitch? Damn, was he right? Is that what I'd become? They were right, I had no right to storke my own cock. I had gone to a place where the only thing that mattered were the dicks in my ass and mouth. I wanted one thing and one thing only: for both of them to shoot their loads into my holes. I longed to taste every drop of Charles's load and experience every gush that Jack pumped into me. Their pleasure would be my reward. It didn't matter if I ever came, just as long as I gave them what they wanted.

Where was this coming from? Getting a kinky sense of gratification from being denied was completely new territory. But the mind works in mysterious ways and this made me even more determined to bring my assaulters to orgasm. For the first time in my sexual life, my mind drifted into a trans-like state, where 100% of my awareness was limited to the sexual pleasure I was giving. It was like my entire being depending on the groaning, grunting, sweating, and thrusting of the men I served. I was completely transfixed by being their servant...their sexual slave. The less regard they showed for me, the more turned on I became. And the more vigorously they responded to my servitude, the more eagerly I sucked Charles and more aggressively I clenched Jack's cock with my rectum. All I wanted was to please them. I hungered for their cum. I was willing to beg for it.

They were picking up speed quickly and I could tell the end was coming. I intentionally clenched my rectum as tight as I could when Jack screamed, "Fuck yes Pete, yeah, squeeze your hole. You're so fucking tight". Being rewarded by Jack's animal response gave me the energy and desire to do the same with Charles's cock. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to breathe, I relaxed my throat and swallowed him deeper than I'd ever swallowed a man. "Holy shit Pete, I'm cumming", screamed Charles. Jack groaned the same, "Me too, I can't hold on...", and at once I had cum exploding up my hole and down my throat. Both of my tormenters shouted "Fuck...., fuck...., fuck....," every time they spasmed until they finally stopped and collapsed over my back into each other's arms. Before long we were a heap of arms, legs, sweat and cum. We laid there for seemingly ever. They were exhausted from cumming, and I was exhausted from serving them. The stink of sweat and cum was intoxicating.

Although I still hadn't shot my load, I was nowhere finished with them. My horniness overtook my exhaustion. I laid Jack and Charles on their backs and--with extreme reverence--licked every drop of cum off each of their softening cocks. It was my duty to clean their cocks and my reward to savor their seed. I licked their cocks like it was my last meal. I was allowed to touch my tongue to the cocks of these two great men. That their cocks were covered with cum and saliva and funk from my morning hole was irrelevant. I was honored to be the one in whom they ejaculated; the one who was allowed to swallow their semen. As I did, they each affectionately rubbed their fingers through my hair as if I were their pet, grateful I was able to give them so much pleasure. Once I had licked every drop clean off their cocks, Charles pulled Jack and me up to him to lay on his chest. We laid there wordless and satisfied.

"You did good, sexy Pete, you're a good little bitch", Charles said to me with a squeeze. "That Pook was one lucky guy."

"I've never had a night quite like that with anyone, sir. I'll need some time to process it but that was one hot night. You two have shown me something I didn't know existed."

Jack had been laying silently on Charles's chest across from me with his eyes closed and finally added, "Pete, you were fucking awesome. You were made to be fucked."

Made to be fucked. Made to be fucked! On one level that was the best compliment I could receive at that moment. On the other, it was a degrading reminder of what I'd become in the past 12 hours....nothing more than a receptacle for their cum.

Again, I was at a loss. The pleasure I brought to them was palpable. Was my cum denial part of the turn on for them? Did it make me hornier? More desirable? More aggressive? Did it really make me a sexy bitch? Was being called a sexy bitch really a good thing? And if so, why did that turn me on so much? If so, it was a small price to pay. I was still achingly hard, but the pleasure I had given them made up for it.

I was in a new, unexplored place. Was this what it meant to be submissive? To be dominated? To be humiliated?

Pook and I had gone there, but only once. With Pook I was always the dom, with one significant exception...

Ten years earlier...

Pook and I were laying on the beach peacefully in our speedos with his head resting on my chest. Out of nowhere, I shared something I had been on my mind, but I'd never had the nerve to tell him. Somehow I got the courage. We were talking about our relationship, particularly sexual and we were both quite happy. But I told him there was one thing I'd like him to know. With his head laying on my stomach and me grazing his torso with my fingertips, I said, "Although Daddy's in charge, sometimes Daddy wants his boy to be in charge, to let him do whatever he wants. Maybe even fuck his daddy". After several moments of deafening silence (I don't think Pook believed I was serious), he lifted his head off my chest, twisted to look me in the eye and said, "Get your ass moving. We're going home. NOW!"

We threw our gear in the Jeep and Pook drove us home in record time, wordlessly. We entered the apartment and I immediately felt the warmth of his body behind me. I froze. His cock was already hard and was pushing it into my ass, with only the fabric of our speedos preventing him from spearing me. He rubbed his hands up and down my torso, taking extra time to roughly massage my quickly growing cock and balls through my swimsuit. He exhibited an aggressiveness I'd never seen, or suspected, before. I leaned back into him and surrendered.

Just as I was relaxing into him thinking he was going to sweep me off my feet with a romantic fuck, he grabbed me by my hair and forcefully pushed my face into the wall. With the side of my head pressed against the wall, he said: "I want you cleaned, inside and out, in bed in your jockstrap in 15 minutes." And with that, he released my hair, turned, and walked away.

I was in bed in my jock in record time when I heard him yell from the other room, "Face down, spread eagle."

I complied and expected him to join me immediately. Minutes went by and the delay elevated the sexual tension. I finally heard him enter the room and he climbed between my outstretched legs. He tenderly kissed the inside of my legs and thighs, getting tantalizingly close to my taint and hole, but he teased me unmercifully by avoiding them. I raised my ass to encourage him to take me, but instead felt the sting of his hand smacking my asscheek. "I'll tell you when I want your hole," he growled.

My heart was beating through my chest. What had I unleashed? I was so turned on, but could I endure what he had in mind for me? The anticipation was as arousing as any sexual act could be. Whatever he would put me through, it would be worth it when he drove his cock up me like a sword.

Sensing movement, I felt his tongue on my crack. He worked it over like a trained professional. Flat tongue, up and down my crack. But I knew he wouldn't be able deny himself much longer and I was right. After hungrily devouring my crack, he found his prize, my hole. His tongue played my sweet rosebud like a musical instrument.

I could feel his tongue push into my hole, pull out of my hole. In. Out. In. Out.

Risking punishment, I raised my hips again to give him better access. This time he responded by grabbing my hips and diving in even further. It felt like his entire face was submerged into my ass. He was licking, gobbling, and slurping like he hadn't eaten in a month. I was pleased that I had cleaned out my hole so well for him; I wanted it pristine for my boy so he could savor the taste of me.

He pulled his tongue out of me and slowly climbed on top of me, completely covering my body with his. As ordered, I was spread eagle, face down, and now here he was, right on top of me. Every inch of our skin was in contact with the other's. He grabbed my hands so that our fingers intertwined. I could feel his heart beating rapidly into my back and his cock in my crack, poised to penetrate. He slowly began to thrust his hips into my backside so his cock slid up and down my crack with our sweat creating a natural lubricant. We continued this for minutes; hands embraced, hearts beating, cocks pulsing.

And just then it happened, just what I had hoped for, silently begged for. I felt the tip of his erect 9" cock penetrate me and then slowly, but steadily push into me. This was the first time he'd fucked me and it felt...amazing. I raised my hips again to take even more, to which he pushed harder. He pushed in slowly and carefully, and when he had fully penetrated me, he stopped to assess his prey. The feeling of his fully erect manhood invading me was almost surreal. He had complete dominance over his daddy. I was spread eagle under him, impaled on his weapon-grade cock.

I began to raise my hips again, and he pressed down hard, pushing even further into me than either of us thought possible. This would be the most romantic fuck of the weekend, I thought. My boy, fucking me from behind, slowly, and deliberately. In and out he pushed, finding a rhythm that delivered intense pleasure for both of us. He made sure my hips were in the air so I wouldn't cum from the friction of the mattress and then began to fuck me with an aggressiveness that I didn't expect. I was immobilized under him and our fingers were still completely intertwined, but his thrusts were so deep and violent I thought I'd black out. "Take it Daddy, take my cock. Tell me how much you love my cock. TELL ME", he screamed.

"Please boy, give your cock," I begged. "I need it. I need your cock. I need your cum." Hearing me beg for it was all it took. I could feel his tense up, become completely still, and then erupt into me. He groaned, "Yes, yes, yes", as he came into me. I loved the feel of his jizz invading my gut and the sound of his passionate voice gave me shivers. It may have been the most meaningful sex I'd ever experienced.

We laid there while we both came down to earth. I was pleasantly surprised how well I survived (and enjoyed) our role-reversal and was fully prepared to jerk off and get back to our real lives. But I was in for a surprise. I reached down to my cock to finish myself off and Pook swatted my hand away and growled, "You're not finished. Clean me up, Daddy", pointing to his wet, sticky cock. "With your mouth."

Holy crap, I thought. What had I done? I still hadn't cum so my level of horniness was over the top so sucking his cock still held immense appeal. Pook laid on his back with his arms behind his head, legs spread, and said, "Get after it."

His cock was soft, sticky, and a little funky from my hole, but I still loved having it in my mouth. There wasn't a thing I didn't love about that kid. We had all afternoon and we were playing a new game; why not stretch it out, I thought to myself.

I used my tongue to tenderly lick, caress, and tickle his balls, perineum, shaft, head and piss slit. I gently handled that cock with my hands and mouth like it was a rare, antique piece of porcelain. For me that afternoon, cleaning and servicing his cock with my mouth was my only priority. Slowly, but inevitably, the softness gave way to plumpness, which gave way to stiffness, which gave way to suck-me-now hardness. He started gently moaning and I knew we were heading straight into round 2. And the more he responded, the more I intensified my sucking. It took about an hour, but we had now gone from tender licking to passionate sucking. He quickly got to the point where he was bucking his hips, ordering me to suck him harder. I thought he was ready to blow.

Unexpectedly, he pulled out of my mouth, rolled me over on my back and pulled me so my head was hanging over the edge of the bed looking upside down. I knew what that meant.

"You've done so well Daddy, you've earned my seed," he said as he walked behind my head. I looked straight up and could see nothing but his steel hard cock hovering over my head.

I instinctively opened my mouth. Bending over me, he pushed his cock into my mouth and angled his hips so his cock targeted my throat. He was careful not to push me beyond my limits, given what I had already been through, but was determined to give me a good face fuck. He started slowly; he knew my throat was untested. But he was determined to deep throat me. Every time he pushed in, it was a few millimeters further than the time before. He was careful to give me time to breathe but we both knew what he wanted. And I tried my best to give it to him.

He'd continually pull out to give me time to breathe, and then go deeper the next time.

I had become mesmerized by him. His youthful masculinity, his planful dominance of me and now, his unrelenting face fuck had me reduced to complete submission. All I wanted was to please him; for his hard cock to explode into me. I wanted him to use me no matter what the fallout. Although I was his prisoner, I would be the one receiving his manhood, not some 20 year old twink. Pook had chosen me and I had stepped up to the gauntlet he had laid out for me. I was the one who be rewarded with his cum. Nobody else.

"Give. Me. Your. Seed." I mentally chanted to myself with every thrust of his cock into my mouth. I was hypnotized.

And then, finally, I felt the unmistakable tensing of his body, the hesitation, the groan, and finally the explosion. Down my throat, covering my tongue, blasting my face, he erupted like a volcano. He screamed with animalistic intensity. The spasms continued until the ropes of cum diminished to mere droplets. But by this time my mouth was full and my face was covered with his liquid gold. Not ready to be done, he laid his softening cock across my face for me to clean it for a second time. I loved his cock at that moment more than I loved life, so I quickly opened my mouth to give it the best tongue cleaning of the day. I wanted my boy to be happy with my performance.

He was finally done with me and stepped away looking down at me and asked, "What do you say, Daddy?" I said simply, "Thank you for your seed, boy."

I laid on the bed with my fully engorged cock begging for attention and looked at him to suggest, what about me?

He read my mind.

He squatted down to me, gave me a long, but gentle kiss, stood up and said, "I'm sorry Daddy, but you don't get to cum tonight. I'm in charge today. And you are denied."

Current Day...

That afternoon with Pook was a one-off. I enjoyed it more than I ever let on to him, but I was the daddy and he was my boy, and I didn't want to disrupt that pecking order. It never happened again, but the desire I felt being denied and humiliated haunts me to this day.

And now it's a decade later and something eerily similar is happening: Two guys I barely know are using me like a whore, preventing me from cumming, and behaving as if I were their long-time sub. Why did it now feel so natural to me to provide them intense sexual pleasure while I received nearly none. I had a lot of thinking to do.

The morning was wearing on, Charles and Jack had just finished coming in me for the second time in 12 hours, there was no indication they would allow me to cum, so it was time to break it up. We all hopped in the oversize shower, me conspicuously erect and wearing it like a badge of honor. It signaled my bizarre commitment to the unspoken arrangement we had made. We dressed, had breakfast and said our goodbyes like nothing unusual had happened.

Jack and I still had work to do on his project; we had left it that he'd rework his resume, give thought to what areas of advertising he'd like to specialize, and prepare answers to potential interview questions. Before leaving, Charles took me aside to let me know they'd see me next weekend. There was no acknowledgement of the one-sided sex; he simply stated an expectation that I'd be back, not inquiring if I'd like to or not. And without warning, he subtly laid his hand on my still-plump crotch and said, "No touching this. This is ours." That grasp alone was the most gratification I'd received in the past 24 hours of sex, and it made me shudder. The feeling of being groped after being denied for so long was electrifying, and it left me wordless other than to say, "Thank you Charles, I look forward to that".

What was happening to me? I was being used by these two men, one of them young enough to be my son, without a thought to my pleasure. It was unheard-of to me. Yet, it was strangely satisfying. I made my way home with a curious sense of fulfillment and power. My balls ached for release, but I had a swagger I'd never experienced before this.

The following week was unusual in every way. Having just retired, each new day was a free day and my downtime was consumed with trying to understand what had happened the weekend before. How did a prominent former CEO like me become essentially a sex slave to a former peer and his young boyfriend? I should have been horrified, but I was captivated. I wanted more.

Fortunately, I still had CrossFit and was now able to dedicate even more hours of the day to my my body. Having ignored my romantic life for the past several years, CrossFit had become almost a proxy for my sex life. I endured brutal workouts daily and took pleasure admiring my physique at home after each workout. My arms were thick and veiny, I kept my chest trimmed to accentuate my bulging pecs, my shoulders were like small boulders, and my legs were thick and sinewy. My vanity kept me occupied during a very dry spell indeed. But the drought seemed to be ending now, although not like I could've ever imagined.

My balls ached from their fullness, but I was committed to saving myself for Charles and Jack the coming weekend, should it occur. I learned quickly that being chronically horny is a mixed blessing. It forced me to think about sex 24/7, and who doesn't like that? And in a way, the denial was sublime. But it was still denial, and I had a hard time staying soft. A fleeting glimpse of a sexy guy made me instantly hard.

By Thursday I still hadn't heard from Charles and although I wanted to pretend it didn't matter, it was all I could think about. I longed to see them again to see if I had imagined the previous weekend. Had I dreamed that they used me and I enjoyed it? The question haunted me.

Finally late Thursday I received a text from Charles:

"Sorry for the delay in getting back to you. I got called into a big case and I have to leave town for the weekend. However, Jack would like to meet with you at our place to follow up on his project. Would Saturday night work? Maybe a night out with him afterward to celebrate his good work?"

This was interesting...just Jack and me. I genuinely wanted to follow up with him on his career planning; we had made excellent progress last week and I didn't want it to stall. But a "night out afterward with him"? Part of me wanted to act coy and beg off, but my cock plumped up at the very thought. Hanging out with Jack for an evening, wherever it took us, made me smile just thinking about it.

Of course I'd accept, but I'd look needy if I responded instantly. I got the text around 5PM and decided to wait until around 7:30PM to get back to them. Responsive, but not desperate. That's how I'd play it.

At precisely 7:30 I responded to Charles:

"Charles, sorry to hear you're getting dragged into a new case. Sounds intense. I'd be happy to meet with Jack to continue his career discussions. We made good progress and it's important to keep it moving forward. What time should I head over to your place? And as for the night out, please tell him I'd look forward to that."

Damn, I hope I played that right. I wanted to casually convey a night out would be fine, but I was careful not to throw myself at him.

I got an immediate response from Charles:

"Pete, sounds good. Why don't you head over around 6:30. And it's up to you, but you might want to pack an overnight bag. I can only imagine what the kid has in mind...😉"

The wink said it all. That was all I needed to know.

I had been incredibly disciplined throughout the week not to touch myself. Every time I got in the shower I became hard, but self-discipline is an ongoing struggle; a struggle I had endured for at least a week and challenged myself to continue.

Once again, I found myself counting the hours until I saw them again. I had an especially intense workout Saturday morning, followed by a luxurious steam, sauna, another steam and another sauna at the men's club. That was followed by a leisurely nap and a seriously deep douching session at home. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my mind off giving Jack what he wanted tonight. I would take him to a level of ecstasy he'd never experienced. Keeping my dick soft as I dressed wasn't easy: I selected a sexy Aronik jockstrap to wear under my jeans and a very tight black polo shirt. Why was I torturing myself this way? What if I got there, we had our meeting, and Jack said "Thanks for your help, see you soon", and sent me home? How embarrassing would that be? And what about the overnight bag? Did Jack know Charles had suggested that? How awkward would it be to show up with that if Jack had no intention of "going there". I settled on a very small man purse that carried a toothbrush and extra pair of underwear. Subtle but prepared.

I arrived around 6:35 and Jack buzzed me up immediately. He was there to greet me when the elevator doors opened in the condo and looked breathtakingly handsome. A super-tight polo shirt, just like mine, hugging his arms and chest. Tight jeans proudly, almost obscenely, displaying his package, and youthfully cool tennis shoes. What a fucking stud. He leaned in giving me a big hug that lasted a beat longer than I would've expected, "Pete, thanks for showing up, I really appreciate all your help. Ready to get started? What can I get you to drink?"

No time for small talk apparently, as he poured us each a beer and led us into the study where we had worked last week. The meeting stayed professional and unfolded very much like last week. He had made significant progress: he'd determined his areas of focus in advertising, refined his resume to reflect that, and had prepared draft answers to interview questions I had prepared. I was impressed, and secretly pleased I had so much to do with it. After about an hour we concluded that he was now ready for prime time. I would reach out to my contacts, make an introduction, and the rest would be up to him.

We walked out of the office together heading toward the kitchen when he came up directly behind me, wrapped his right arm around the front of me, gently squeezed my left nipple, and said quietly in my ear, "I can't thank you enough for everything you're doing for me Pete. You've been a game changer." He went straight for my nipple, knowing he'd own me, and he was right. I surrendered without a fight and couldn't help but to lean back into him. He immediately reached around with his other arm and used both hands to squeeze both nipples, very hard, while hugging me from behind. He had made me his slave; and he knew it.

"Jack, I'm happy to help any way I can," I responded in a soft, shaky voice, fully intending to convey the double entendre.

His horny mind went right where I thought it would, "I know another way you can help" he breathed in my ear and squeezed my nipples even harder. Without missing a beat, his hands travelled from my chest to my belt where he unbuckled my pants from behind and ordered me to step out of them. Sliding my pants down, he gasped a bit when he saw what was underneath, "What a fucking sexy jock strap. You are such a sexy bitch. You came prepared!" he sneered.

With that, he pushed me to the marble island in the kitchen and bent me over at the waist, leaving my ass exposed, framed by the straps of the jockstrap. He squatted down, spread my cheeks with his hands, and said, "Mmmmm..., you're nice and clean for me. Good work, boy," and proceeded to devour my ass like he hadn't eaten in a week, all while crushing my cock into the marble slab. After he had finished consuming my hole, he said "I'm gonna go easy on you and use some lube. What do you say boy?"

"Thank you, sir", was all I could muster. He found the lube and coated his dick before slowly and wonderfully pushing it into me. "Damn Pete, you have a fine hole. You are so fucking tight. You feel even tighter than you did last week. Take my cock Pete, take it boy", he kept repeating as he vigorously slid it in and out of me.

"You like it boy?" he grunted.

"Yes sir", was all I could say.

"Louder boy. Tell me how much you love my cock", Jack demanded. He was revving up fast and it was quickly becoming apparent this was a quickie before we went out for the evening.

"I love your cock, sir. Your cock makes me feel so full. Please fuck me, sir".

"The boy wants my seed, does he? Do you deserve it boy?" Jack grunted as he pounded my hole.

"No sir, I don't deserve it, but please breed me. I need your seed. Please sir", I begged.

"Ok boy, you've helped me tonight so I'll give it to you this time, but only this time because you're begging so nicely."

"Thank you, sir," I moaned.

"You ready boy? You ready for my seed?"

"Please sir, breed me. NOW".

"Here it comes boy. Ready. Or. Not", and with that Jack shot his load deep into my guts. Spurt, after spurt, after spurt. The kid had more cum than a sperm whale. After releasing, he stayed on top of me for minutes without moving. My cock was smashed into the marble slab, so once again, I would not experience relief. But like before, I loved the fact that my hole had been the source of his.

He slowly slid out of me but forcefully pressed my chest and torso into the marble, "Stay exactly where you are", he ordered. "Clench your hole and don't move a muscle." He walked briskly into their bedroom, retrieved something, and fussed with it behind me when he returned. I couldn't make out what he was doing, but I thought I heard the lube being applied to something. I felt pressure against my hole as he ordered me to, "Open up". He inserted something wide, but not unpleasant into my hole that felt like a butt plug, but less invasive. "You're going to save my load for later. I just pushed a Kum Keeper into your hole to keep all my babies swimming inside you until we need them. Don't let it slip out. Now get dressed, we're going out." he finished.

Now even more than last weekend, I was being treated like a slab of meat. This was incredibly out of character for me, but I didn't have the courage, or desire, to protest. I was made to feel cheap and slutty, and it shocked me how turned on I was.

"Yes, sir", I replied and found my pants and got cleaned up. I used the bathroom to make sure there was no embarrassing leakage and, so far there was not.

"Let's go Pete, they're waiting for us," called Jack. "Yes sir", I responded exiting the bathroom. "Can I ask where we're going?"

"TownHouse South", replied Jack, "the place where Charles and I met. We're meeting my old roommates and fuck buddies there, Chris and Marco. They've heard ALL about you and can't wait to meet you. Good thing you wore that sexy shirt and tight pants. I told them what a hot daddy you were and I'd be very upset if you disappointed them."

`Was that a vague threat?' I thought. I was still learning how to read these guys, but it sounded like a threat to me. I grabbed my jacket and we were on our way. "You drive," ordered Jack. "Yes, sir", I responded, without emotion.

My cock was rock hard, pressed into my too-tight jeans, my hole was full of his cum, and we were on our way to spend the evening with his fuck buddies. What had I become?