DILLON'S MISTAKE COSTS HIM -- CHAPTER TWO
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Dillon was naked, on his knees when the door opened. His eyes trained on the floor in front of him, too embarrassed to face Keefer and the guys he was bringing.
"No fucking way!" he heard someone say. "He really is a fucking faggot."
"His dick's already hard," another voice said.
"Just thinking of sucking all our dicks and swallowing all that sperm. Drives a faggot crazy. We had one in high school. Used to suck us off whenever we needed. Made him wear a jock. Didn't need to see his little faggot clit."
Now Dillon chanced to look up, as he thought he'd detected three voices, and none of them had been Keefer's. A big red head, looking like a human mountain closed the door. "You are one sick faggot," he said. Dillon recognized his voice as the one who told about his high school fag.
Turning his head slightly to the side, he saw two other guys; one a dark haired, smaller guy, one of the team's half-backs, he thought, but couldn't remember a name. The other a tall, thinner black guy he knew was named Jerome. He was a fast as hell running back with a long reach, and Dillon guessed, a long cock.
"Keefer said to start without him," the big red head said. Dillon had positioned himself near the door. The desks were on either side of him, and the beds behind. Big Red sat down at Keefer's desk, and Dillon heard his clicking some keys on his laptop. The smaller, dark-haired guy moved right in front of Dillon, his jeans open, a thick cock, maybe six and a half inches bobbing from his fly, rock hard with a sizable plum head. "Now, Keefer said you were pretty good at keeping your teeth off his cock, but said it took a few slaps. So, I'm just gonna let you know, I slap a lot harder. Been known to knock out a tooth or two. My cock's not so long but it's fat, so that can be a challenge. But, on the good side, I like a lot of tongue action on my big head, and if you play with my balls, I'll feed you a big load without too much work."
Dillon's eyes were locked on the man's fat bone. The head was so big and a dark, almost purple color, engorged with blood as it was. A milky white bead of precum at the tip was starting to grow so that it was about to drool toward the floor when the man took hold of his cock in one hand, placing the other on the top of Dillon's head as he smeared his pre across the defeated boy's lips. "Give my cock a big lick, bitch. I pre-cum a lot."
Dillon stuck his tongue out and swiped it across the guy's piss slit. The taste of his precum was mild, a bit salty. "Look up at me as you go down on my cock," the dark-haired stud ordered. Dillon looked up, then opened his mouth wide, moving his head in as the huge, engorged mushroom cap forced his lips wider. He kept reminding himself about his teeth, as his lips moved around, over, finally closing past the ridge so he had the guy's entire cockhead in his mouth.
"Stretch his mouth open, Jason," Big Red's voice called out.
"Yeah," Jason groaned above him as Dillon's tongue worked the underside of his head. "Make love to my cock, bitch." As Dillon sucked the big jock's cock, Jason asked one of the guys, "You got those popper things?"
Jerome leaned over, looking into Dillon's face, flushed red, his expression showing his concentration. "I'm gonna hold something under your nose. When I do, breathe in deep. It's nothing harmful; will just get you in the groove more, relax your inhibitions." The smell was acrid and Dillon tried to pull away, but Jerome had Jason hold his head as he held one nostril closed while forcing the boy to huff with the other. He did both twice.
Dillon had never done any drugs but alcohol and pot. He felt his face flush hotter, then a head rush that seemed to run through his body like a warm current. He felt his own cock stiffen, and a fog around him seemed to block out everything except Jason's cock. His tongue moved around the big head in his mouth. It dipped into the jock's piss slit, just as another big dollop of precum was burped out. The cocksucker closed his mouth around the big cock, licking his tongue out under the shaft. He couldn't believe how good Jason's cock tasted; how unbelievable it felt in his mouth. Despite the situation, being forced to submit, Dillon let out a moan as he sucked the big cock.
"There you go. That's a good cocksucker," Jason said as he watched Dillon devour his cock. "Eat that dick, faggot."
The degrading words sank into his psyche, but instead of bothering or hurting, they seemed to touch on a nerve that stiffened his cock and drove his hunger. The boy dove down deeper on the thick cock, moaning with lust as he devoured the jock's meat.
"Fuck yeah," Jerome said from behind. "Go down on that big cock, faggot. Take it deep as you can."
The poppers were held to his nose again, but this time he needed no encouragement, and took deep whiffs, making his head rush and driving his cock hunger so that he kept going down deeper and deeper, surprising both Jason and himself as the jock's fat head pushed into his throat.
"Fuck yeah, faggot. Throat that dick," Jason directed as he watched his thick cock disappear into Dillon's mouth til the boy's lips were at his dark, trimmed pubes. "Keep those teeth off my cock." Jason now had his hands on both sides of Dillon's head as he pulled his cock out til just the head was in the boy's mouth. "Work that head. Fuck yeah. Lots of tongue. That's a good faggot." While Dillon worked Jason's cockhead with his lips and tongue, Jerome fed him more poppers, driving him wild with cock hunger. Jason reminded him, "Keep your teeth off. I'm going back down that throat." And, he did just that, bottoming out, then pulling back, bottoming out again. He got into a slow paced rhythm of throat fucking the boy, as Dillon choked up throat slime, his eyes all red with tears running down his cheeks, his nose drooling more slime. Jason was not to be deterred. The sinewy jock felt his nut building.
"Yeah, bitch boy, getting real close. Gonna feed you a nice big load of my man juice. You want that? Huh, faggot?"
As Jason pulled his cock back, Dillon pulled off, and was surprised himself when he heard his own voice: "Yes, Sir. Please. Give me your big load. Cum in my mouth, please."
All three jocks laughed. The faggot was accepting his place as a submissive, a servile subhuman whose only purpose was taking care of the needs of superior men, like them.
"Get ready for it, boy." Jason started fucking his mouth and throat again, only with more energy, fueled by his growing need to shoot his load. "Fuck, yeah, bitch. Get ready for it. Get ready for my big load. Of fuck. Fuck! Oh god. Fuck! FUCK!" And, with that last his cockhead expanded in Dillon's mouth, and his head pulsed out a huge gusher of molten man cream that spattered the back of Dillon's mouth, filling all the space between Jason's cock and his mouth. With the second big spurt his mouth was over full, some of the jizz leaking from the corners of his mouth. "Swallow, bitch!" And, of course he did. Jason continued to spurt, grunting with each eruption. Dillon found himself grunting along with the stud as he felt the explosions and gulped down the thick cream. In all, Jason spurted seven big pulses of his sperm before his cock slowed to a drool, the steeliness of his bone subsiding, though not totally going soft. He pulled out of Dillon's mouth with a loud plop, then wiped his cock on the boy's face and hair.
"That is one hell of a talented mouth," the satiated stud said to his buddies. "Who's next?"
Dillon knelt there, tears running down his face, snot drooling from his nose, cum running from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, his throat sore with the girthy cock that had broken it in. Totally defeated, his head reverberating with the demeaning words, faggot', bitch', `cocksucker'... He'd never felt so low before, but, as he stared down to in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact with any of the jocks, his eyes locked on the swollen head of his own rock hard cock. Why, after having his mouth and throat basically raped, after being forced to suck Jason's cock, after he'd had his throat fucked raw, and been forced to eat the jock's cum load, enduring the man's insults, why was his cock rock hard? He was pondering this as he realized someone was again standing in front of him. Brining his gaze up, his eyes were met with Big Red's flaming pubes and his big, pink cock jutting out toward him. He inhaled the musky smell of the big guy's crotch; a mixture of sweat and his personal pheromones, with maybe a bit of piss. And, despite himself, he found himself leaning in til the big jock's cock was laying on his face, his nose buried in his hairy balls, deeply inhaling his scent.
Above him, Big Red chuckled. "Oh, he's in the zone now. Give him another hit or two. Keep his head in the game. I'm looking for a nice wet blow job, in a hot, willing mouth."
Jerome obliged him, and Dillon inhaled willingly, letting the warm rush envelop him as he pulled back, licking a drop of pre-cum off the tip of Big Red's cock before sluicing his tongue around the meaty crown. "There you go," Big Red encouraged. "All yours, faggot. Suck the cum outa my cock like a good little bitch."
Dillon's world consisted of Big Red's cock, his musky scent, his hairy balls, and the ginger treasure trail in front of him as he worked his mouth slowly down the big guy's shaft. Red's cock wasn't as thick as Jason's, but still had some good girth. And, it was longer by at least an inch. He was cut, with a really nice head that seemed to belch out precum at a steady pace, making the cock hungry Dillon moan as he lapped it up, then as he tasted it burping up on his tongue. He love how the big ginger's cock felt in his mouth, how it stretched his lips wide, but still was easier to take down his throat.
"Aw, fuck," Red groaned above him. "Never had anyone take it that deep. Fuckin' pro. Go slow, bitch. I want this to last. Besides, you're gonna need all the practice you can get before Jerome shows you why the myth that black guys have huge cocks isn't a myth. You think Jas stretched your mouth open..."
When, lost in his cock lust, and feeling his own cock throb, Dillon reached down to stroke himself, Red kicked his hand away. "Uh-uh. Only one dick matters, bitch. All focus on the cock in your mouth." And, so Dillon concentrated on giving the big guy the absolute best blow job he could, taking pride in every moan he elicited, every time the big jock's legs quaked, every time he drew in his breath as Dillon's lips met the fiery pubes at the base of his cock, and his head was buried deep down the fag's throat. "Fuck, your throat feels like wet velvet."
And, so the room filled with the guck, gluck of a deep throat cocksucking. Red let Dillon do all the work. It was over twenty minutes later that his breathing got labored, and Dillon felt his cock get stiffer, then the big guy's hand on his head. Then, with a big, huffed "OH FUCK!!" Red pulled the boy's face into his crotch, burying his cock in his throat as Dillon felt it pulse out the first big volley of his jizz, directly down his gullet. He took three more like that before Red pulled back so Dillon could taste his spooge, delivering five more big spurts into his gulping mouth. Before his orgasm fully subsided, Red pulled his cock from the hungry fag's mouth and painted his face with the last of his load.
And, that's when the door opened and Keefer walked in, followed by two more buddies.
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