Previously: Pete learns that Charles would like him to be the "centerpiece" of Jack's surprise bukkake birthday party for his fraternity brothers, but he needs to decide quickly. After much internal debate, Pete agrees to go for it, on one condition. Charles owes him the fuck of a lifetime while describing all the depraved things Jack's friends will say and do to him at the bukkake party.
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Chapter 9
I followed Charles upstairs with only one intention. Although I had already drained him in the shower earlier today, I still hadn't cum in over a week and was hungry, no make that desperate, for an intense, profane-laden fuck. The day had been charged with testosterone. First, the epic blow job in the shower. Then the afternoon at the pool with both of us in our nearly obscene speedos. And finally, the Bukkake Birthday Party video Charles shared with me which would be the inspiration for Jack's surprise birthday party. Actually, more than an inspiration; I had agreed to be the centerpiece for a 30-person bukkake. Thirty guys would be fucking me, spit-roasting me and jerking off on me while kneeling in the middle of them naked, soaked in their cum. What Charles didn't know, would maybe never know, was that I had watched similar videos more than once and wondered, `what if?'. But it was so outside the realm of possibility I'd never considered it could happen. By the time we arrived back at his condo I was so insanely horny I wasn't responsible for my actions. I hungered to have him make love to me while verbalizing the humiliations I would endure at the bukkake party.
We arrived upstairs and he didn't waste any time. We were in our speedos, covered in suntan spray and sweat, but as soon as we walked in the door he attacked me. Not violently, but passionately. He pressed me against the wall, ground his hard, speedo-restrained cock against mine, and said, "Pete, you are the fucking sexiest man alive. I want you so badly."
"Take me now, Charles," I demanded.
He pushed me into the bedroom which I was now more than familiar with, shoved me onto the bed and barked "face up". He grabbed my speedo and pulled it down, spread my legs as wide as they could go, and began to rim me with a passion and near-violence I'd never experienced. Typically rimming is foreplay; you use it to get the person you're going to fuck in the mood, wet, ready. For him, it was the main event. He licked my hole like he had only just discovered the how sweet a man's hole can taste. He forced my ass in the air so he could get the best possible angle, and licked, sucked, and drove his tongue so far into my hole I thought my cock would explode without being touched.
Already deliriously horny, I pleaded, "Fuck me daddy. Tell me about how you're going to whore me out. Tell me everything they'll make me do."
I was now in full slut mode. All I wanted was to hear him degrade me, call me names, and graphically describe the raunch I would endure.
Charles didn't even wait to lube up. He was as excited as I was. He spit in his hand, lubed himself with his saliva, and immediately thrust all the way into me. I screamed from the pain, so he was careful not to move until it subsided. Previously, he had always entered me gently. Today was different. Today we were both animals.
"Fuck, that hurts sir, please just hold it there until I can catch up to you", I begged.
"Take some deep breaths, Pete. In and out. Your hole has never felt better and I'm going to fuck you hard. You need to be ready for when I do."
"While you fuck me sir, please tell me about the party. What will happen to me?" begging him to tell me. I desperately wanted to hear how he planned to share me with Jack's fraternity brothers.
With his cock deep inside me and his eyes peering into mine, he responded, "They're going to take one look at your powerful body, your dripping cock and that muscled round ass of yours and they won't be able to control themselves", he began. "You're going get fucked, Pete. You're going to get spit-roasted. And every one of the 30 guys is going to cum on you, some more than once. Your face, hair and body will be covered with cum. How does that sound, slut?"
"This slut loves it daddy. I love yours's and Jack's cum. I'll love theirs as much."
With his rigid, motionless cock still as far up me as it could reach, he continued, "Then after you get fucked by the first 10 guys, the second 10 guys will fuck you while you clean off the first one's cocks. And then the next 10 guys. And then they'll start over. You know how many cocks you're going to have in your mouth and your hole? Are you ready for that?"
"Yes sir", I said, now feeling the pain subside from his near-violent entry. My hole now felt deliciously full. "I want to do this for Jack...and you. I want you to be proud of me." In one respect, I wanted his cock lodged up in me like it was forever; on the other, I was ready to be fucked.
"I'm so fucking proud of you now, boy," he responded, and apparently feeling me relax, he slowly pulled out of me, and stared even more deeply into my eyes. He held my gaze for what seemed like minutes, not saying a word. He finally said, "I can't tell you how much what you're doing for us means to me. A bukkake has been Jack's fantasy, and to have you, sexy Pete, star in it will put him over the top".
He paused to deliberate what next. He stared at my body, completely prone, and assessed how he'd use me. After some consideration, he stood at the end of the bed and pulled me toward him and splayed my legs in a V-shape...one laying on its side, flat on the bed, the other straight toward the ceiling resting against his upright torso, like I was a jack knife. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed himself into me and, with this new angle, entered deeper into me than I ever thought possible.
"I love to look at you when I fuck you boy. Do you feel my cock deep inside you? You feel daddy's cock?" he asked.
His cock so deep inside me it was magnificent. It was touching places in my gut that had never been touched before. "Oh yes, daddy. Fuck yes, daddy" I moaned, looking up at him towering over me.
"You're getting daddy's cock extra deep now because you're going to make me proud next week", he said as he gently, yet firmly thrust into me again.
"Tell me how I'll make you proud, daddy", I whimpered.
"First off, you'll be the sexiest guy in the room, in your tight jeans and leather collar. Every one of Jack's friends is gonna want to.." at that exact moment he thrust into me extra hard "... fuck you the minute they see you."
Feeling the thrust all I could do was moan, "Ohhhhh....and then what, daddy?"
Thrusting again, even harder, "Then they'll strip you naked. They'll all see that erection of yours you've been showing off so proudly."
"Fuck yeah, daddy. I've been saving my cum so I'll be rock hard for you and Jack. Tell me more, daddy."
Staring at me from above, he thrust in harder yet and said, "That's when I'll tell them they have one hour to use you however they want. But the only stipulation is that EVERYONE has to cum."
"FUCK YEAH..."
"And then it'll start," he thrusted yet again, even harder. "You'll have cum in your face, in your mouth, up your hole, in your hair. You'll never have seen so much cock and cum in your life. And you'll love it." Now his thrusts were faster, deeper and harder. His crude narrative was an aphrodisiac for both of us.
"Oh daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I love cum." I begged.
"Your daddy needs to cum hard", Charles grunted.
"Yes daddy, fuck me hard", I begged.
He then started a rhythm so that with every thrust deep into my bowels, he'd add more of the raunch I'd be subjected to next week.
Thrust: "You're going to be covered in cum." Me: "Fuck yeah!"
Thrust: "And you'll beg for more." Me: "Yes I will, sir. More, sir."
Thrust: "You're going to suck more cock next week than your entire life." Me: "Fuck yeah, sir"
Thrust: "You'll have so much cum in your hair you'll never get it all out" Me: "Oh my god, sir"
Thrust: "You're going to swallow so much cum you'll be coughing it up for days." Me: "MMMmmmmm, thank you sir. I hope some of it's yours."
Thrust: "And you'll have cum dripping out of your hole for weeks." Me: "Fuck yes, sir!"
Thrust: "You're going to get spit-roasted by Chris and me. Our cocks will be so deep into you they'll meet in the middle of your gut." Me: "Oh god, thank you sir"
Thrust: "What are you Pete?" Me: "I'm your little slut."
Thrust: "Slut, what?" Me: "Slut, SIR"
Thrust: "And what do sluts like, Pete?" Me: "We like to eat cum and get fucked, sir,"
Thurst: "That's my little slut. He knows what his daddy wants. Don't you Pete?" Me: "Yes sir. I want you to cum in my hole now. Please sir. Breed your little slut, sir."
By this time both of us were out of our mind with passion. Charles went deeper and harder every time he rammed my hole. I was out of my mind and I could no longer tell the difference between pleasure and pain. They were one in the same.
For my part, his crude insults made me hornier and my cock harder. I had gone full slut and I had absolutely no regrets. I had signed up to be the main attraction at a 30 man fuckfest, I was going all in. And tonight was proof of that.
Final thrust: "You're a dirty little pig who lives for cock."
"YES" I screamed back, "YES SIR. I'M A DIRTY LITTLE PIG. PLEASE FUCK ME SIR. FUCK MY HOLE AND BREED ME."
That was all it took to put him over the edge. He exploded in me for the second time today. I could feel it powering its way up into my gut. It was the next best thing to heaven.
I cherished the seed he planted in me. It was a physical representation of his regard for what we had just experienced. I instinctively reached down to jerk myself off, and, once again, he swatted my hand away. "No," he barked. "I want you beyond horny next week when we give Jack his gift. You be a good slut for me and keep your hands off yourself this week, understand?"
With a long sigh, I exhaled and promised. "Yes sir. I will do my best."
Now yelling, "Not your best, boy", you will NOT touch yourself before the birthday party next week. Is that understood?"
I couldn't help but smile and reply, "Yes sir." If me being exceedingly horny next weekend meant that much to him, it was clear that the success of the birthday party was in my hands. I knew it would be a long, hard (pun intended) week. Hell, I had had sex three times in the three days without cumming once. And I was very quickly learning how horny cum denial was making me.
My newly discovered submission was equally satisfying and frustrating. But if I could hold out for one more week, my horniness at the party would be contagious. I knew I was sexy, and the hornier I was that night, the more intense the party would be. I willingly accepted, even relished, my role. Let all 30 of them cover me with cum; I'd get my reward. The success of the party was in my hands, and I didn't want to let down Charles, or Jack for that matter.
I had let my mind drift for a moment, but back to the moment at hand, I had the energy for one last thing. I'd never done this before, but I was still out of my mind with lust. If I couldn't cum, at least I could savor the product of Charles's orgasm. After he pulled out of me, I put my hand down to my hole, pushed out a handful of his jizz, and captured it in my hand.
I pulled it up to my face, showed him what I had done, and licked it out of my palm. Before I could swallow though, he lowered his face to mine to kiss me, and sucked it out of my mouth. We sensually traded the mouthful of his cum several times before we swallowed it.
"You are so fucking hot, Pete", he said. Where in the fuck have you been all my life?"
"Right here in Dallas" I laughed. "Just working too hard."
After a short but relaxing embrace, it was time to leave. "Jack will be back soon, and you guys will want to spend some time alone. You're done with me here", I said a little cynically, "so I'll be on my way."
"Yeah", Charles agreed. "Thanks for understanding."
"I hope he's not too horny though", I continued. "You've already dropped two loads in me today. You sure you got a third one ready to go, old man?" I joked.
With that, Charles picked up the sexy white bikini he had bought me, threw it at me and laughed, "On your way, slut!"
I hopped in the shower and while drying and dressing, Charles shared the logistics of the upcoming week. He had it remarkably well planned out.
He had already contacted The TownHouse South to buy out the club for the evening. He'd considered hosting it in his condo, but the noise of 30-guy orgy probably would be difficult to explain to neighbors. He had picked out liquor and food, and as previously agreed, I'd be the primary bartender and server. Chris and Marco would be in charge of the cake and decorations, and the three of us were to be there by 8PM to get the place ready. Charles had already picked out my "uniform" for the evening and he'd have it waiting for me there to change into (gulp) when I got there.
That night, Charles would take Jack to dinner at a nearby restaurant to celebrate his birthday and then casually suggest they swing by the TownHouse for a nightcap. He expected to arrive between 9:30-10 where the guests would be waiting to surprise him. Charles had the names and contact info of the guest list, and he'd reach out to them tomorrow with the invitation. He understood it was late notice, but he would hint at what he had planned for the evening to add extra incentive to travel to Dallas for the party. He even booked a block of rooms at a nearby downtown hotel. Charles let me know he'd be in touch before the party on Saturday night, so to stay tuned just in case anything changed. He was pulling this off on the fly and everything was subject to change.
Now dressed, I gave him a warm hug goodbye, telling him he better have some tequila shots lined up for me Saturday night to steel my nerves. If I needed alcohol just to wear that sexy Speedo in public, I'd need several shots for what they were asking me to do now.
It was still early evening when I arrived home and I welcomed the opportunity to pour myself a scotch to relax and reflect. I was so aroused at the prospect of being the official slut at the party, I could barely breathe. As I sipped my scotch and imagined what it would be like, it seemed surreal. All those anonymous cocks covering me with cum was insanely hot. And I didn't have an ounce of shame or apology. I couldn't explain it, but I found my slutty defiance liberating.
Yet, what was becoming of me? A month ago I was a celebrated, respected CEO. How could I not be experiencing shame? What would Pook think of me? Our mutual respect and admiration powered our love for each other. I was very much his mentor, his role model, his lover. Our sex was nearly magical. We made love with an intensity that I thought could never be matched. But we matched it nearly every time we did it. Our deep love and respect was the engine of our sex. It was pure. So, what would he think of me now? If he knew, would I ever be able to look him in the eye again? For that matter, would I ever be able to look myself in the eye again?
Was I a dignified leader of people and former dedicated spouse to an adoring man? Or was I as a slut who lived to be publicly fucked and humiliated?
Somehow, I was both. But how, if at all, could I make them co-exist?
I poured myself another scotch, kicked off my shoes, put my feet up, and contemplated this unanswerable question.