Enslaving the Renegade

Enslaving the Renegade Chapter 7: Know Your Damned Role Evan Andrews, 2020

This is a fan fiction. The story is based on one that appeared in a 1984 issue of the magazine First Hand. That story was only 3 pages long, but I enjoyed it so that I decided to expand it and recast it in the universe of Renegade, starring Lorenzo Lamas. The story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the actor or his character. And if you figure out who I was thinking of when I wrote certain characters back in the 90's, the same applies to them too.

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Reno woke to find his hands bound professionally behind him. He was on his knees, bent over, with his chest and face on the floor, naked but for the pair of fine wool trousers. His ass was stuck invitingly up in the air. At least he was no longer gagged and blindfolded. Darkness surrounded him, but Reno knew exactly where he was. And exactly what happened to slaves here.

When the blindingly bright light came on overhead, it confirmed his location. Reno was in the ranch's basement room, in the middle of a large circle of empty, wooden chairs like medieval thrones. He tried to move, but he found that his knees were also bound together and attached by a short cord to a leather collar around his neck. That collar was fastened to a latch in the floor. He was not going anywhere soon unless Torres let him go.

Reno heard the sound of a door opening behind him and tried to tell who was coming in. At first he though it was Torres and Malik, but there were more footsteps than he could account for, footsteps for more people than he had thought were in the house.

He craned his neck and looked up to see a large number of well-dressed men circling him, examining his body at a distance. Several had brought fuck-boys, some young, some as old as Reno, in various states of dress and undress. Among them he thought he saw Morales with Jeremy in his wake, the little biker stud, John, with Eric, Harold and Shemar with Joey, Chris and Ian with Ernie, and Mark who Reno was surprised to see with short hair and a goatee, with Mario. Even Wade and Dominic whom he had seen leaving earlier in the day, if this were the same day, were back. Some young man with a stubble beard and intense blue-grey eyes under his thatch of dirty-blond hair had a frightened Seth in tow. Greek John and Italian Vince were there alone, and so was the Chinese stud, Robin. Other men and boys he did not recognize, and there were quite a few of them.

Eventually these men found seats, fuck-boys kneeling beside their masters, and Torres came around to face Reno with his entourage. Malik stood to one side of his boss. The two cops, Creed and Brady, on the other hand took up positions behind him. Creed led a handcuffed, gagged, naked Jimmy by a short leash, and he had to yank the boy into position and glare him into some sort of submission. Reno felt for the boy because he knew what that kind of spirit would unleash on him in this place, but Jimmy was about to get a lesson he would not forget, all at Reno's expense, so Reno did not worry too much about him. His time would come; Reno's was here now.

Brady led an unrestrained, naked Anthony, and he dropped the Black stud's leash when they got into position. Anthony spread his legs and crossed his hands behind his back—open and ready to be used for men's pleasure. The handsome, young fucker was a natural, Reno decided.

Torres signaled to Malik who walked up to Reno and began to release him. Leaving the restraints on the floor, within reach, he hauled Reno to his feet and held him there while Torres came up and stared hard into Reno's face.

"Strip," was all Torres said to him.

It was the first thing that had been said in the room, and it reverberated. Malik let Reno go and stepped back from him.

Reno unfastened his belt and let the trousers fall down around his feet. Naked and proud, he stepped out of the fallen trousers and with bravado back-kicked them into Malik's waiting hands. Malik pulled the belt out of the loops and handed it over Reno's shoulder to Torres.

Torres bent the belt in half and said to Reno, "Hold out your hands."

Reno held them out, and Malik buckled broad leather cuffs around each of his wrists. Then the ranch's master knelt down and did the same thing with Reno's ankles. Finally he stood up and handed Reno a protection cup for his cock and balls. Having some idea about the ordeal he was about to go through, Reno gladly pulled the cup up over his thighs and settled his genitals into it.

He turned to face Torres again.

"Put your hands over your head," Torres told him.

Reno reached up and felt chains hanging there. Malik reached up and fastened one wrist and then the other to the chains, leaving Reno dangling in front of his master.

"Boy," Torres told him, "You disappointed me. You were my best, my jack-of-all-fucking-trades, but you forgot yourself. I thought you understood what you are and what you do, but it seems you need a refresher course. I've got a special teacher here just for you today."

Torres beckoned to the shadows, and a stocky man with dark brown skin and long black hair stepped out of the dark. Not Black; not Latino. Reno finally decided he must be Native American of some tribe. He was naked save for boots, gloves, harness and leather jock, and his face was entirely covered by the leather mask he wore.

He came up to stand by Torres who handed him Reno's belt.

"Teach this fuck-boy his place," Torres told him before going to take a seat in Reno's direct line of vision. Malik sat next to him, and the officers brought their boys over and forced them to their knees by the two seated men.

Torres put his hand on Anthony's head and said, "Begin."

The leatherman nodded and raised his arm.

The belt cracked down across Reno's back, and he let out a yelp at the sharp pain. The leatherman laid strips up and down Reno's back and then started in on his buttocks and thighs. Whoever the guy was behind the mask, he knew what he was doing. Each strike was calculated to bring exquisite pain, but not to do damage. Reno was reduced to a whimpering mass of fuckboy flesh before the leatherstud released the wrist restraints and let Reno fall to the floor.

Lying there, gasping for air, Reno looked up and watched as the leatherman advanced on him. He slid the protection cup back down Reno's thighs and took a handful of the biker's thick cock, stroking it until it rose hard and strong from Reno's crotch. The brown man buckled bands around Reno's thighs and fastened the biker's wrists to those bands. Then he stood up and unsnapped the pouch of his codpiece, letting his heavy, uncut, brown cock dangle free. He stroked it hard and bent over to grab Reno by the hair. He pulled Reno to his knees and, forcing his jaws open, rammed the thick shaft into Reno's throat.

The leatherman face-fucked Reno for a while before plunging all the way in and holding his big dick still in Reno's throat until the frantically struggling biker nearly passed out. Then he ripped the fleshy gag out of Reno's mouth, and drug Reno's heavily muscled body across the room to drape it over a padded leather fuckbench. Reno's ass stuck up in the air, and the leatherman spread his thighs apart, caressing his succulent ass cheeks. While he fastened Reno's ankles to the feet of the bench, he used his off hand to slowly feed thick fingers into Reno's ass and loosen it open for fucking. Then he took up position behind Reno and forced his dick into the slave's sweaty hole. Reno howled as the man slammed against his tenderized backside. He tried to buck free, but with his ankles attached to the bench, his wrists restrained at his side, and the bulk of the leatherman on top of him, all he could do was thrash back and forth as the thick brown cock rammed into him.

The power of each thrust telegraphed through Reno's body, and his head whipped back and forth in time to his fucking. He had impressions of the men around him pulling their cocks out, of their fuck-boys servicing that meat as they watched his rape and degradation. He could clearly see Anthony's head bobbing up and down over Torres' crotch, but it meant little to him. The cock in his ass was everything. Eventually the leatherman tired of longdicking him this way and pulled roughly out of his ass.

Reno was unhitched from the bench and flipped over onto his back on the floor. The leatherman crouched over top of him, bending him in half, pulling Reno's ass up into the air and leaving all his weight to rest on his broad shoulders. Leather-clad fingers slid their way back into Reno's ass and began to force his throbbing cockhead down towards his lips.

As Reno's lips touched the head of his own dick for the first time, the leatherman replaced his fingers with his hot cock and began to ride Reno's ass, forcing the entire head of Reno's dick into his surprised mouth. The leatherman rammed and prodded Reno's humping ass, changing his position with each thrust, circling and fucking Reno from every angle, and Reno ran his tongue around the head of his cock in a frenzy of lust, sucking himself closer and closer to orgasm while his grunts and whimpers leaked out, muffled, past his own meat.

The leatherman was thrusting his dick deep into Reno's fuck hole when Torres came into view. Reno stared past his dick and dangling balls and watched as Torres knelt over top of him. His thick olive cock jutted from his open pants, and a pearl of Anthony's saliva dangled at the end. Reno wondered it Torres would try to shove that dick into his overstuffed mouth as well. Instead, Torres thrust a single, spit-slick finger into his ass alongside the leatherman's dick. Torres stabbed that finger in and around Reno's prostate as the leatherman resumed his attack on Reno's ass.

Muscular spasms soon wracked the doubled-over sex-toy stud as his cock began to unload his seed all over his beard and open lips. He opened his mouth wide, thrusting out his tongue to catch as much of the salty sperm as he could. Inarticulate cries accompanied his orgasm, and the scent of his own rich cum filled his nostrils.

Torres pulled his finger roughly out of the gasping ass. Then the leatherman pulled his dick out of Reno and lay it in the crack of his ass. He jerked it there, faster and faster, over the slick, sweaty sensitive flesh, until he too stiffened and grunted his load out to stripe Reno's face.

Torres bent down, sniffed at the mixed scents of the two loads, and began to scoop up the cum with his fingers. He ran those fingers through Reno's mustache and then slid them into the biker's open mouth.

"Suck the cum off these fingers, fuck-boy," he commanded.

Reno sucked at the dripping fingers, his eyes now closed. The scent of sperm was thick in his mustache now, and he breathed it in through his nostrils as he ran his tongue around Torres' fingers. He sighed as his body was unbent and he was laid out flat on his back on the floor, his arms at his side and his legs spread.

"So, fuck-boy slave," Torres said, pulling his fingers out of Reno's mouth, "Do you understand who and what you are now?"

Reno opened his eyes and, staring up at Torres' face, stuck his tongue out to try to get a taste of those fingers again.

Torres pulled his fingers away.

"Answer me. Do you understand your place now, Reno?" he demanded.

Disbelief flashed across Reno's face. Torres could not know that name. Could he?

Torres noted Reno's dismay and spared him a cruel smile. He pointed at the leatherman who began to unfasten the straps that held his mask on. As the mask slowly slid up his face, long black hair fell loose, and the features of Reno's boss, Bobby Sixkiller, came into view.

Reno shut his eyes again and turned his head to one side. He could not understand. How could that be Bobby standing over him? How could his best friend in the world have just raped him like a dog in front of all these men? Could Bobby have set him up, sent him here to have his heterosexuality torn out of him and be transformed into a cock-sucking mansex toy? Reno couldn't remember the last time he had even dreamed of a woman in a sexual situation. He lived for the taste of sperm now and the feel of a hard shaft of manmeat in his ass. He was all cocksucker now thanks to Torres and Malik—and Bobby?

"Idiot," Torres said, "I told you I wasn't afraid of working with cops. I've done it before. Bountyhunters too, like my old friend here. Think. Did you ever have a boy you couldn't catch? One that just disappeared? Want to guess where he disappeared to?"

Reno just shook his head. This wasn't happening.

"Oh yeah," Torres crowed over him, "This is real, and what you're going to do now is real. You are going to cement your fuck-boy status by taking every man in the room that wants to use your fucking holes, you got that? You're going to whore like you never did before."

Reno opened his eyes, and Torres read the resignation in them. His big biker stud was a gay fuck-boy forever now and ready to just get on with it.

He beckoned to Creed and Brady, and the two cops started walking over towards Reno, tearing off their uniforms as they came.

"You start with the "long arms" of the law. Tell the officers how much you want to serve them. Beg them to take you, to fuck you, to use you."

"Oh yeah, that's what I want," Reno said, "I need that hot cop meat fucking me, pounding in my ass. Please, officers, I need you to fuck my ass like it's never been fucked before.

The two cops smile at one another, and Creed said, "I think we can do that for you, boy."

The two went down on the floor, and Creed pulled Reno over on top of him. He starred up at Reno's eyes as Brady unfastened his wrists from his thighs. Creed pulled Reno's face down to his and kissed the biker's bearded lips. Brady stroked his partner's Black fuck-meat hard while Reno ground his own dick into Creed's muscular abs.

When Creed's cock was dripping wet, he took Reno's ass cheeks firmly in hand and pulled his hungry White fuckhole down over the long, brown cock. It was as big a dick as Reno had ever taken in his life. He winced over the size of it in his ass and moaned in lust, rocking back and forth on the fucking shaft, but then Brady got into the saddle behind him and began to work his own ramrod of fuck-meat into Reno's overfilled asshole alongside Creed's. It was more cock than Reno had thought an asshole could take, and he was screaming long before Brady's cock was all the way into him. As the two studs began to breed his ass, his cries took up the tempo of their thrusts. Reno never even saw Malik leading the two new trainees, Jimmy and Anthony, over to him.

Malik forced Jimmy to his hands and knees, with his ass in Reno's face, and then he had Anthony crouch down over top of the frightened, young studpuppy, holding him in place.

The hunky butler pushed them back into Reno's face and ordered, "Lick these asses clean, boy. Tongue-fuck these studmuffins."

Reno, noticing the boys for the first time, reached out with his tongue and licked and prodded their holes, first one and then the other, Black ass and White ass, while the cops fucked his abused butthole. They all moved like some exotic modern dance. Reno thought that there might be someone fucking the boys' faces too, but he could not see and really did not care. He was losing track of everything but the moment, the cocks probing his bowels and the tender asses quivering beneath his tongue.

Creed pinched and twisted Reno's nipples as he watched him eat out the boys. Brady, though, couldn't have cared less. He leaned back and began to slap Reno's ass cheeks which made him tighten his sphincter, pressing the two cocks in his ass closer together. The two cops moaned with satisfaction and fucked him all the harder.

Creed reached up and grabbed Anthony's Black cock, guiding it so that it hung straight down, trapped by its stiffness in the crevice of Jimmy's sweet ass. Reno then began to concentrate on Anthony's butt, using his tongue like a miniature cock, thrusting it into the boy's body and trying to reach his prostate. Anthony made some sort of muffled exclamation, and his ass started to spasm around Reno's tongue. Reno smelled hot cum and pulled back in order to watch Anthony loose his load down Jimmy's asscrack.

Anthony humped his Black cock through the thick white flow, painting his meat with his own seed. Some of the cum dripped down onto Creed's face, but Reno dove in and licked most of the load from Jimmy's ass. Then, as Anthony was lifted off of Jimmy and led away, Reno began to work on the owner of that sweet, White butt.

The dark pucker of Jimmy's ass winked at Reno, and he zeroed in on it, using his tongue to tease the muscles that kept the ass tight. Underneath him, he could see Creed wiping the cum off his face and using it as a lube for jerking off Jimmy's dick.

Jimmy moaned and ground his ass into Reno's tongue and then his cock against Creed's hand, going back and forth between the two sensations. Reno could tell Jimmy was very close to the edge, so he dove into the boy's ass with his tongue, thrusting and probing while his lips toyed with the skin outside the asshole.

Jimmy cried out and began to shoot his load, which Creed caught in his free hand. When Jimmy was done bucking out his explosion of man juice, Creed brought his full hand to his nose, sniffed the rich load and then held it up past Reno's head. Brady sniffed and took a taste.

"God, that is one nice load," the White cop said, licking his lips.

He leaned on Reno's back as Jimmy too was led off, "Kind of makes you wish we had some vacation time built up to help train our boy there, doesn't it?"

"Maybe we'll visit from time to time and see how he's doing," Creed chuckled, and he held the hand up to Reno's lips.

"Chow down, fuck-pig" he said, "You look like you could use a high-protein snack."

He almost ground the boy's load into Reno's face, but Reno grabbed his wrist and held the cop's hand still so he could lick the cum off those strong fingers as the two police studs began to lay into him again. Then he used his own hand to wipe the sperm out of his beard, as much as he could, and lapped that up as well.

By now the cops were close to cumming. Reno had been distracted while his tongue had worked the trainees' butts over, but he threw himself back into the frenzy of fucking himself on the thick cocks in his ass. His face took on a look of intense concentration, and eventually he had his reward. The two cops shot gallons of hot cum deep inside him before they pulled him to the ground with them in a spent, sweaty pile of male bodies.

When Reno opened his eyes, Torres was there standing over him. Anthony knelt at his side, one arm hugging his master's thigh. The other hand reached in front of the Latin studmaster and stroked the hard dick jutting out of his pants.

"Tired?" Torres asked, "Too bad, because that's not the end of the evening by a long shot, assfuck."

He pointed at Reno and asked, "Who's next?"

Reno was hauled up out of that pile and tossed to the rest of the men. The bikers, John and Eric, grabbed him first.

"Turn around and hold onto that chair, boy," John ordered, his dark eyes flashing, "We've got a special treat for our favorite piece of ass."

Reno turned his butt to them and grabbed onto the top of the nearest chair. He looked over his shoulder and watched as John buried his cock deep in Eric's ass. He then pushed the big, muscle-bound fuck-boy towards Reno and, reaching around the big man's body, directed Eric's hard dick to Reno's asshole. Reno howled as Eric slid his cut fuck wand into his ass, and then John used Eric's body to fuck Reno. When the little stud slammed into Eric, Eric pounded his meat into Reno. It was odd for Reno, and exciting, to realize that the man in his ass was nothing more than a flesh and blood dildo for the man who was really fucking him.

"Jesus, yes," Reno screamed, "Use my ass. Come on and fuck me."

John increased the tempo bit by bit as Reno begged. Eventually Eric went stiff between them and doused Reno's ass with a flood of sperm. John pulled out of Eric's ass and pushed the muscle-hunk aside. He slid into Reno's cum-lubed asshole and almost immediately delivered a second load, grunting out his relief.

As John collapsed back into Eric's arms, Harold and Shemar pulled Reno off the chair and forced him down on his back on the padded bench as Joey approached. Without a word, the young stud bent Reno's head back and used his fingers to force open his mouth. Then he straddled Reno's face and filled his mouth with all-American dick.

"Take my dick, you ass-fucking, cock-sucking man-whore," Joey told him with disgust, "Suck that cock like you taught me to. I want you to know how it feels to be the one used, the one treated like meat."

Reno had never actually sucked Joey's cock in all the time the boy was in training. He had, as Joey said, taught the boy how to love a dick with his mouth, so he was excited by the silky feel of the Joey's shaft and the salty taste of his precum in his mouth. Joey proceeded to fuck his former trainer's throat with a ferocity that belied his gentle eyes. Silently he raped Reno's face until he made his point and added his own seed to the taste in the biker's mouth.

Shemar and Harold slid Reno's body off the bench and his mouth from off of Joey's spent meat, lying him face down on the floor between their hard, Black bodies. Rocking his hips back and forth, they passed his sweet ass from one to the other and fucked him hard. Reno pressed his face into the pillow of his wool trousers as they used his ass in turn.

"You like our cocks, right, boy?" Harold demanded, his cock probing inside of Reno, "You want we should fuck you out of this world? Get your face out of those pants and tell us how much you like us fucking you, pig!"

Shemar rolled Reno off of Harold's dick and took his place up the biker's asshole without missing a stroke.

"Yeah, tell us how you love getting ass-fucked by two hung Black studs, boy," he grunted, "Say it!"

""Oh, give it to me, sir. Please, fuck me," Reno begged them, "I love the feel of both of you in my ass! Both of you fucking my punk ass! I can't get enough of Black men fucking me! I've got to have your big dicks! Don't stop!"

The two Black studs redoubled their efforts on his asshole, and Reno wondered if he should have begged for them to stick both their cocks in his ass at once. He decided, though, that he like the contrasting feel of their dicks and the differences in their fucking styles, so his tightened his ass and fucked them back as hard as he could. They were both close to cumming, master fuckers pacing themselves to go on pounding his ass for as long as the could, but eventually it got to be too much. Then Harold pulled out, and he and Shemar beat out two hefty loads onto Reno's ass cheeks.

A big, blond man, a clean-shaven Swedish musclegod, pulled Reno to his feet and motioned for him to put his hands onto the back of one of the chairs. He never spoke a word, at least not one that Reno understood, but he lifted one of the biker's legs high into the air and hooked it over his own shoulder before sliding a big dick up his ass. Reno had never been fucked in any position in which he felt more vulnerable. Perched on one foot, he felt like he could fall at any moment, so he used his ass to hold onto the blond's cock as hard as his hands were holding onto the chair. The clean-shaven Swede roared his approval of Reno's tight ass and furiously attacked his fuckhole, pounding hard and deep until he sprayed his Nordic sperm up that ass.

Chris pulled Reno off his perch on the chair and the sweaty Swedish stud's cock and led him back to the bench. He sat the biker down, Reno's muscular legs splayed and his hard cock pointing straight up into the air. Ian grabbed Reno's shoulders from behind and held him upright as Chris dove onto his dick, swallowing his meat almost to the root, and rammed three fingers up his ass at the same time.

"Oh, hot Jesus, yeah," Reno yelled, bucking up into the air, "Suck on that dick. Fuck my ass with your fingers. Oh God, use me!"

Chris took him at his word and drove his victim half mad with lust. Reno looked down in awe at the blond head bobbing wildly over his dick, when he didn't have his eyes closed and his head thrown back into Ian's chest that is. The frantic play of Chris' tongue over his cockhead and the probing of his fingers soon had Reno blasting into Chris' mouth. Instead of swallowing the cum, however, Chris rose to a crouch and grabbed Reno's head to bring their faces even.

Chris spat the thick, white load into Reno's face and then stood all the way up. Reno's jaw had dropped open, and Chris thrust his cock in and began to fuck his mouth, grinding the scent of his crotch into the cream of Reno's jism. Ian came around and threw his studmeat into the fray as well, thrusting into Reno's mouth as Chris pulled out. The two hunks kissed frantically as they face-fucked Reno, and eventually they pulled out and painted his face with their sperm.

A muscular, young man with dark hair and a goatee pushed between the two spent studs, lifted Reno off the bench, and wiped his face clean with his hand. He pulled Reno back towards one of the chairs where he sat down.

"Come sit on Uncle Mike's lap," he said, "And we'll talk about whatever pops up."

What popped up was Mike's dick, of course, and he was casually stroking it with one hand as Reno took the few steps to join him.

Talking didn't seem necessary. Mike turned Reno to face away from him and pulled his ass down onto his thick, hard cock. Reno began to ride that dick like a kid on his favorite carnival ride, sliding up and down its thick length, causing Mike to shiver at the sensation.

"Oh yeah, ride me, ass-boy," Mike ordered, "Ride that meat good."

Reno arched his back and leaned back into Mike's body. He slammed himself up and down on Mike's baseball bat fuck-shaft, his moans growing louder and louder until Mike's words of command and encouragement could barely be heard above them.

Mike grabbed Reno by the hips and held him still while he thrust deep up into the muscular ass in his lap.

"Fuck me, Uncle Mike, "Reno moaned, "Fuck me deep. Oh, Christ, it can't get any better than this."

Good as it was, though, Reno could only stay still for a short time, and before long he had broken from Mike's grasp and was fucking back as good as he got. Mike stuck his cum-coated hand around for Reno to lick clean, and Reno noticed as he did that Malik was leading Jimmy over towards them. The butler forced the boy down between their spread legs.

"Get to work, Jimmy," he said, "Lick all the sweat off of their hairy balls, or I'll take a turn at fucking your ass with my big cock. I'll fuck you across the room and have you screaming for mercy before shooting my hot load up your swollen ass. Oh, yeah, and you won't get to cum, so do a good job on those nuts."

Jimmy glanced at the Black dick that stood out long, thick and proud from Malik's body and dove for Mike and Reno's balls. He desperately tongued them, like a pro almost, which left Reno with little doubt as to how Jimmy had spent his first night as a trainee sex slave. While Mike ground away at Reno's butt, Reno reached down and held the boy's face to either his balls or to Mike's, making it easier for the boy to do the job. When the dark handsome face was in Mike's crotch, he held still and let Reno do the fucking, but when the boy's mouth was working Reno's balls over, he hovered above Mike's crotch and let the dark, bearded stud pound his ass.

Malik had a huge grin on his face as he watched the scene, and Reno knew that he would probably be fucking the boy before the night was over anyway, no matter what he had just said. The stud butler just wanted to humiliate the kid before he did it.

Out of the crowd, one of the younger men came up by Malik's side. His brown hair was spiky short, and his face was framed with a short beard. Blue eyes flashed interest in the tableau.

"Malik, my man," the young stud said, "Mind if I take a test ride?"

"Mister Cash, sir," Malik grinned the words at him, "I think that would be an excellent idea."

Cash reached down and pulled Jimmy's ass up into the air. He kicked the boy's feet apart and jabbed a finger in his asshole. Jimmy shivered at the insertion and sucked both of Reno's balls into his mouth.

"That's right, slut, groove on that," Cash ordered, "Get your ass ready for something a little bigger."

Cash took careful aim and started to feed his hard dick into Jimmy's fuck-hole. When the head was pressing against his sphincter, the boy spit Reno's balls out of his mouth and began to whimper.

"Yeah," said Cash as he planted his cock to the root, "Show me how you want me fucking you. Tighten that pretty little ass."

As Cash began to lay his furious fuck into Jimmy, Reno looked across the room and found Seth in the sea of men. The little redhead was kneeling on the floor in front of the scruff-bearded man. Unlike most of the other men, this stud had made no move towards him all evening, content, or so it seemed, to enjoy the show Reno and the other men were putting on and the teasing talent of Seth's throat. Reno was not sure he could have had as much control if the tables were turned, and with the tongue-lashing his balls were getting again now that Cash had found his pace and Jimmy had adjusted to the pounding his ass was taking, control was getting increasingly hard to maintain.

Mike eventually cried out and delivered his prize load into Reno's bowels. Reno tried to get enough friction on his prostate so he could cum too, but instead a distinguished-looking man with grey hair and beard came up and pulled him off of Mike's cock. Jimmy immediately dove for Reno's ass to try to get a taste of the cum that was leaking out, but Cash was not having any of that. He pulled the boy up and crowded him into Mike's arms. Mike held tight to the ass-fucked boy and began to french-kiss him as Reno was led away. From the moans behind him, Reno knew Cash was back to pounding the kid's ass as soon as he was gone.

The grey-haired man led Reno over towards a raised mattress where a handsome young man with long, copper-red hair was waiting.

The young man licked his lips in the frame of his red goatee and said, "God, Nigel, fucking this one is going to be a dream come true."

"Just you hold your horses. It's age before beauty, Eric," Nigel replied in some kind of British accent that Reno couldn't place, as he pushed Reno face down onto the mattress, "I get first choice, and I choose tails. This tail, to be specific"

Nigel slapped Reno's ass.

"You crawl up there and spread your legs for me, fag-boy," Nigel told him, and when he had, Eric lifted Reno's loins and stuffed a pillow under his hips.

Reno's ass now was invitingly raised, and Nigel played his fingers in and out of Reno's inviting hole.

Eric said, "Then I guess that leaves me heads," and he crawled up on the bed and knelt just in front of Reno's face. Eric's dick batted against Reno's nose. Eric's shaft of fuckmeat jumped whenever he breathed out on it, but Reno clenched his teeth and waited for permission before swallowing the dick.

Down at his ass, Nigel was annoyed.

"You've been fucked too much in the ass, boy. How am I supposed to fuck something this loose? You need to be tighter," Nigel complained to Reno, "Clench that ass on my finger."

Reno tightened his asshole, but it wasn't good enough for the silver-haired stud.

"Tighter, dammit," he demanded, "What kind of fuck-boy are you with an ass that loose?"

"I bet I can help you, Nigel," Eric said.

"You do, and you get a prize," Nigel said.

"Good," Eric said, "Go ahead and get on top of him. Slide your dick up his pathetic ass and then lean back on your haunches."

Nigel knelt over top of the prone stud and fed his cock up Reno's ass. He straightened up and watched as Eric grabbed the moaning, wriggling Reno by his hair. Eric pulled Reno's head up and forced his throbbing, purple dick into the ready, waiting mouth. Then, as Reno began to service his meat, he pulled a length of leather strapping off the bed. The red-head pulled his arm back and brought the belt down on Reno's back.

Reno bucked at the pain but kept on sucking. Behind him Nigel crowed.

"Damn, that's it! He's good and tight now," he said, "Just a touch of the lash was all it took to get him going. What is that, an Old West trick?"

"Nah," said Eric, taking time to deliver a few more blows to Reno's back, "Public school. By the way, I'll get that prize later. I'll take my usual payment, if you don't mind, and this time I choose tails."

Nigel laughed and fell forward, catching himself with his arms. Perched over Reno's back, he began to fuck him gently but thoroughly. He watched Eric sit back on his haunches and feed his own cock slowly in and out of the long-haired fuck-boy's mouth, keeping pace with his friend's ass-fucking. They were taking their time with this fuck-pig, making him feel every inch of what they had to give.

Nigel rolled over onto his side after a while, taking Reno with him, and Eric followed his friend's lead, coming around to the stud's side, fucking his mouth without missing a beat. Reno raised one leg so Nigel could fuck him scissor style now, and kept his lips locked around Eric's cock.

Nigel reached around and stroked Reno's chest, toying with his nipples occasionally, and soon reaching down across his firm abs to grab hold of his nine-inch cock. Reno gasped and gave several wild bobs down the length of Eric's dick as the sensations ran the length of his body.

Nigel leaned over Reno's shoulder and watched him sucking Eric's meat. The biker stud was getting more and more frantic as the fucking went on, deliberately trying to coax their loads out before they were ready.

"Slow down, boy," Nigel ordered, "We control the fucking around here, not you."

"Oh yeah," Reno thought, "Let me show you."

He did slow down but concentrated instead on using the muscles of his ass to bring off the grey-haired hunk.

That did the trick. Before he knew it, Nigel was grunting out his load up Reno's ass, and Reno turned his concentration on Eric's demanding pole of meat.

Reno tickled it with his tongue and swallowed him as deep as he could. On one of these deep-throat penetrations Eric shouted, and Reno felt the redhead's dick flex in his throat. Reno pulled back and let the thick load of white juice run down the length of Eric's dick to the red fur of his crotch. He licked that cum up and down Eric's shaft, loving the taste of the young man's seed, trying not to be rushed on to another fuck-session before he was done with this one.

Instead, Eric's dick pulled away leaving a film of cum on Reno's lips. A clean, new cock suddenly took its place.

Reno recognized the dick. It was Vince's. He looked up at the Italian stallion, and Vince smiled down at Reno as the biker began to suck on his dangling cock.

Vince's buddy, John, appeared, too, and grabbed Reno's cock. Using his dick as a lever, John rolled Reno over onto his back

John crawled up between his legs, and Vince took his place straddling Reno's face. As John bent Reno in half, Vince presented his uncut cock for more servicing. Reno bent up and took the head of Vince's dick into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the knob.

John slowly fed his own cock up Reno's ass, taking his time to make sure that the horny stud knew he was getting fucked. Reno wriggled his pelvis, trying to get the fucking started, but John patiently waited for Vince to start the ball rolling.

The last time the three had fucked, Vince had bent over and sucked Reno off while he fucked Reno's throat, but this time Vince was going to keep the upper hand. Lowering his hips, he filled Reno's mouth and throat with cock and just started to fuck his face.

As before, Reno lost track of how long John and Vince used his body to satisfy themselves, but eventually they too fed him their loads of cum. John went stiff as his dick exploded in Reno's ass, his eyes closed and his mouth open in a huge smile. Vince, giving off high-pitched moans, thrust himself again and again into the tired mouth, trying to fuck the cum that flooded from his cock back down Reno's throat into his stomach.

The two exhausted men fell off Reno and rolled him into Robin and Mark's waiting hands. The pair of Asian studs pulled Reno back to his feet and led the muscular sex-pig back to middle of floor. They fell to their knees, taking hold of Reno's dick, stroking him and playing with his long shaft and heavy balls.

"God, this fuck-boy is still hard," Robin said.

"That's because he knows he's going to get screwed by us next," Mark crowed.

Reno's cock jumped in their hands.

"See," Mark said, "Just saying that makes him even harder. He really wants us."

They kissed the head of Reno's cock and pulled him to his knees as well.

"So," Robin breathed into Reno's ear, "Tell us how bad you want us."

They kissed Reno's lips and, taking his cock in their hands, sent thrill after thrill up his cock and throughout his body.

"Please," Reno said.

"Please, who?" Mark asked as he snaked a hand down Reno's asscrack.

"Please, sir," Reno corrected.

"That's right, what do you want me to do to your fucking body?" Mark asked, as he slid a finger into Reno's ass, "How do you want me to take you?"

"Oh god, I want both of you," Reno said, "I want you both to fuck me like the cops did. Two dicks up my ass at once. Both of you fucking my butt at the same time."

The Asian studs looked at one another.

"What do you think, Robin?" Mark asked.

Robin smiled and reached in front of Reno to take hold of Mark's cock.

"Let's do it," he said.

Reno watched as the two studs lay back, their stiff dicks jutting into the air. Robin spread his legs, and Mark nestled his ass tightly up against his friend's, bringing their cocks together to form a mighty, thick shaft of fuck meat. Mark gestured at Reno.

"Get over here and grease up our cocks so that you can fuck yourself on them," he said.

Reno crawled to the two Asian studs and took a handful of lube from a bucket that sat on the floor. He smeared it over their two cocks and then reached around behind himself to apply it to his ass. He was excited by the prospect of having his ass fucked by two virile, well-hung studs again on the same evening, and he made sure that his asshole was a slick as he could get it.

"Good boy," Robin said, "Now get over here and give both these cocks a home up your butt."

Reno didn't even stop to think as he straddled the two men, and, facing Mark, began to lower himself down on the double-headed monster of their paired dicks. Unlike fucking Creed and Brady earlier, Reno had a certain amount of control. Gravity pulled him down, but he determined how how fast and how deeply he could be fucked. He moaned as he rocked back and forth on their fuck-wands.

"Oh yeah, do us, you cock-crazy fuck-boy," Robin said, "Take those dicks! Ride that meat!"

Mario and Ernie walked up, smiling, to where Reno was bouncing up and down on thick stud meat. They grabbed his wrists, pulled his hands, still slick with lube from greasing Robin and Mark's dicks, to their own rock-hard cocks and started him jerking them off.

With his balance thrown off, Reno held hard to their dicks, but the two boys grabbed hold of his hair and steadied him.

"That's better, fuck-boy" Ernie husked as Reno started to explore the pair of stiff, young rods, "Now you play with these hard dicks. Bring us off, so we can shoot our hot cum all over your worthless, whoring body."

Reno ran his hands up and down the throbbing shafts of prime young man meat while his ass clenched around the two poles that stretched his butt open. Mario and Ernie threw their heads back, eyes closed, and reveled in Reno's manual worship of their fuck-boy meat.

An Asian man that Reno didn't know walked up to stand in front of him. This guy was very muscular, with a sharp mustache that bent around his lips to meet the bottom part of his goatee and long, black hair that fell down to brush over the top of his well-defined chest. There was a cruel look on his face, and he stared at Reno the way he would at filth.

Crawling alongside him on his knees was another fuck-boy. He was White and slender, with nicely defined muscles wrapping his frame. His long bleach-blond hair hung past his shoulders in dreadlocks, and the lips that pouted behind his young beard were full and moist. The young man licked those lips in anticipation and looked up to his master for orders.

The Asian stud stood before Reno, straddling Mark just out of reach. He grabbed his fuck-boy's hair with his right hand and pulled those pouting lips down to his hard cock.

"You know what to do, fuck-face," he said, "Jerk me out a load of precum."

"Yes, sir, Master Bruce," the boy said in Italian-accented English.

The boy took hold of the slab of Asian fuckmeat and ran his hand up and down the shaft until its head was slick with precum. Reno slid all the way down the cocks in his ass and left Robin and Mark to do the work of fucking while he watched the sexy show in front of his face.

Reverently the boy bent over and licked up the juices that oozed from Bruce's piss-slit. Then he turned his face towards Reno's and stuck his tongue out towards him.

"Take it," Bruce ordered the biker, "Take my man juices from Marco's tongue."

Reno stuck out his tongue and licked the glistening bounty from the boy's tongue and lips. As he swallowed the precum, Marco went back to Bruce's dick for another load and turned to present this sexual gift to the mesmerized biker as well.

In the midst of this, a tongue licked Reno's ear, and as tongue and lips moved down the side of his face Reno half-turned his head to see what was going on. He found a lion's mane of long, wavy, blond hair nuzzling into his throat. Skilled fingers reached around under his arms and began to toy with his nipples, and when the mane of hair pulled back it revealed the bearded face of a handsome, younger man.

"Hello, stud," the man said.

One of the unknown fuck-boys, the blond hunk, shot Reno a suggestive, feral grin before licking at the remnants of previous loads of cum that were still stuck in the biker's beard. He then kissed down to Reno's throat and around the back of his neck to the other side of his head.

Reno could feel the hard nipples on the stud's chest as they rubbed over the expanse of his back. Even though the young hunk was hidden behind him, Reno knew that the blond's skin was tanned perfection, that his wrestler's body was encased with rippling muscles, that he was hung like a god, like a golden stallion, hot and demanding.

The blond suddenly gasped in Reno's ear and gave a satisfied moan.

"Oh, yeah. God, yeah," he sighed, "Be in me! Fuck me to the edge!"

Reno could feel a sinuous rhythm start to make itself felt through Edge's hands and lips and he knew that the hunk was either being eaten out or finger-fucked by Robin. Reno could understand why anyone would want to take the blond stud-muffin. He would have liked to pack that golden ass with the nine inches of his fuckmeat and screw the blond stud until all you could hear was the sound of his screams of passion. Right now, though, Reno had two hot cocks inside him, two in his hands and another right in front of his face with a cute fuck-boy feeding him the promise of the load that was to come. Some other time, maybe, or maybe the stud would fuck him tonight instead. It did not matter though because Marco was back at his lips.

Reno was accepting each taste of precum that Marco passed to him this way, and Bruce was steadily closing the distance between his sex tool and Reno's ready lips. While Reno waited for the big Asian stud to spear his mouth, he heard a familiar moan and glanced to the side.

Torres was seated just beyond the pile of writhing bodies, watching Reno's degradation. He was naked now and was slowly thrusting in and out of the mouth of the kneeling Anthony. The Black fuck-boy trainee was eagerly trying to tongue the thick olive cock into feeding him the cum he was starting to relish.

Reno was pleased to note that Torres seemed to be taking it slow with this one trainee at least. Anthony would be a willing and eager sex slave in the long run. The boy Jimmy was another question, though.

Beyond Torres and Anthony, Malik was standing, holding onto Jimmy while Ian fucked the boy's sweet ass with his demanding cock. The big Swede was standing behind the horny martial artist, obviously ready to take his turn once Ian shot his load. Malik, it seemed, was taking the boy on his own tour of the room of studs and getting him fucked seven ways to Sunday. In a way, the boy was getting the same treatment Reno was, but it made no sense, and Reno felt for the boy.

On the other side of Torres, the one scruff-bearded young stud sat in another of the chairs. Seth was still kneeling between his thighs, going down on the guy's dick like the eager pro he was. Seth had started to pick up the tempo of his oral assault on the man's cock, and the way the man's head was arched back and his muscles clenched was a clear indication of how close he was to his climax. Reno was amazed at Seth's endurance as a cocksucker. The boy really was a sex-fiend. But given the man he was sucking, Reno could understand why.

The head of Bruce's dick was now just beyond the reach of Reno's tongue. Bruce was finally tired of teasing the biker stud's taste buds, so with a roar, the Asian hunk grabbed him by the hair and, stepping the last little bit forward, thrust deep into Reno's mouth. He began to fuck Reno's face fast and hard with his beautiful pole of brown meat.

Marco crawled in between Bruce's legs, over Mark's body, and wrapped his lips around Reno's throbbing dick. Reno writhed back and forth, trying to get as much of his dick into the boy's mouth while taking the cocks in his ass as deeply as he could. Marco was good, Reno decided, and if the way Bruce was using his mouth was any indication, the boy had had one hell of a practical education.

The great pile of men fucking men ground away at mouths and assholes until they could hold off the inevitable no longer.

For all that he was the last in, Bruce shot first. He had been getting more and more jerky in his movements as if he were trying to reach new depths in Reno's throat through the explosive power of his thrusts.

"Oh shit, boy," he gasped between the final thrusts, "Take my fucking cum! Eat my seed!"

He pulled back out of Reno's mouth just as his dick erupted. Globs of cum fell into Reno's beard, and Bruce rubbed the oozy head of his dick over Reno's face to spread his thick load all over as Reno stuck out his tongue to try to taste as much of the man as he could.

Bruce staggered back and watched as the two boys, Mario and Ernie, stepped forward and Reno jerked out their loads onto his chest. The boys shouted their release, and two matching splatters of thick cum caught on Reno's hairy pectorals, glistening in the bright lights.

As Reno leaned forward to lick the boys' cocks clean, he heard a mounting commotion behind him. Edge had leaned back on his haunches and was rubbing his thick cock up and down the hollow of Reno's spine. He cried out as his cock exploded. Reno could feel the globs of sweet cum landing on his back, mixing with the sweat and starting to slide down his body towards his ass. Edge fell over, and Marco backed away so that Mark and Robin could pull out of Reno's ass and crawl out from underneath his body.

These two hung studs stood in front of Reno, their cocks, still slick from the lube and juices from Reno's ass, held tight in their fists. They were pounding away at their meat like demons.

"Yeah," Robin said as Reno bent close to watch, "Get your cum-munching face down here, fuck-boy."

"Yeah. We've got two more big loads of man juice for you to wear, whore," said Mark.

Reno crouched under the two poles of fuckmeat as they began to jerk in their owners' hands. Robin and Mark aimed their cocks at Reno's face and painted his cheeks with the fragrant cream from their nuts.

They pointed the sperm-dripping heads of their fuckhoses at Reno's mouth, and Mark said, "Stick that tongue out and lick our cocks clean."

Reno opened his mouth and took the two heads in, licking and sucking at them to get all their thick seed. He was awash with cum, inside and out. With each breath he breathed in its heady scent, and he was totally happy.

That, though, was not enough for the men in the room. Bruce forced his way between his Asian brothers then, Marco, held firmly in his grasp. Robin and Mark stepped aside and watched as Bruce forced the boy to his knees in front of Reno.

Marco took his lanky dick into his hand and began to pump away at it. His eyes played back and forth across Reno's cum-soaked body, and he licked his lips as he jacked off. Marco's right hand encircled his cock just below the head while his left hand cupped his nuts. He beat away on his meat, and as his breathing began to get ragged, he grabbed his balls and pulled them down away from his body while he made the most unearthly noises.

The boy rose, arching his pelvis towards Reno and began to shoot. He had a big load for such a skinny boy, and it jetted up onto Reno's stomach, running a little bit down into his pubic hair. The boy, gasping, rocked back and forth and looked at his handy work before taking his cock and wiping the last of his cum into the hair around Reno's hard dick.

Reno then looked to the side in time to watch Torres shoot his load. He grabbed Anthony by the hair and pulled his face off his dick. The thick, olive cock quivered as it fired up into the Black boy's eager, open mouth. The handsome fuck-boy held his mouth open and let the cum slide off his tongue, out of his mouth and back down onto Torres' cock where he could dive in and lick it off again. Torres writhed in pleasure, grinning his satisfaction, and as Anthony collapsed into Torres' lap, the sex-slave master reached down and patted his head.

Behind those two, Ian appeared to have finished with Jimmy, and the Swedish stud was now hammering his cock in and out of the boy's ass. Jimmy's body shook with each thrust as the Swede slammed up against the round cheeks of his ass, telegraphing the fury of the big man's fucking. The only reason his slight body was not thrown around was that Ian had taken a firm grasp of his shoulders. He raised Jimmy's face to his own, pulling the Swede in close, and began to explore the boy's mouth with his tongue.

The Swede suddenly wrenched the boy out of Ian's grasp and began to walk him towards the circle, one fucking step at a time. The crowd of men parted as the Swede pushed Jimmy up to stand next to Reno. The muscle-god then roared, heralding his orgasm, firing his broadside up Jimmy's until recently virgin ass. Immediately, Jimmy went stiff and without touching himself shot his own load. The greater mass of his boy-cum arched through the air to land at the base of Reno's throat.

Jimmy's legs gave out on him at that point, and he slid down the hunky Swede's body to the floor at Reno's side. Reno was too exhausted himself to do any more than offer a cum-dripping smile at the boy when he opened his eyes.

Beyond him, Seth was using his fist to try to finally tease the cum out of the man who had been fucking his face all night. The young, blond man's body was arched up almost out of the chair, but instead of cumming, he stood up the rest of the way and began to walk towards Reno. Seth crawled alongside of him, keeping his face buried in the young man's crotch, and as they reached Reno, Seth began to run his lips the length of that sweet cock.

The young man signed for Reno to open his mouth. The ex-biker obeyed and waited with his tongue out as Seth got the young master closer and closer to his reward. Finally, the stud grunted, and his sex hose began to squirt a rain of cum out onto Reno's upturned lips and into his mustache. Reno licked up the intoxicating taste of the man's sperm and took deep breaths of his scent.

When the guy was done shooting, the stud-puppy, Seth, dove down and attached himself to the base of the blond's dick, sucking like a milking machine to get the last few drops for himself.

The crowd of fuck-boys, Edge, Marco and Jimmy, then crawled in after Reno's asshole, his cock and his heavy balls. Seth and Anthony left their masters and joined the pile of squirming man-flesh that huddled around Reno's kneeling body. They tongue-lashed him in his most sensitive areas and eventually drove the big bounty-hunter over the edge. Reno howled his delight as his cum arched into the air, coating Edge and Anthony's backs as it landed in pools.

The circle of men had grown around Reno to watch that show, both masters and fuck-boys, some who had used him already and many who had not. Reno knelt there and whorishly rubbed globs of cum into his skin, into his hair and into his beard with one hand while the other stroked his sex to a new hardon. He raised the hands that were rich with the scent of all this cum and slowly licked the fingers clean of the taste of it.

"So, what are you just standing there for?" Reno asked the men, "Who'll be next to use me?"

They closed in on Reno. He felt his body taken up and given over to satisfying the remaining lust in this sea of masculinity. They used him long and hard, but Reno's memory for details failed him. If it could go up his ass, it did. If he could worship it with his mouth, he did. If he could stroke it or rub against it, he did.

Man-sex had become his be all and end all, and cum was his reward.

Author's note: This story was written back in the 90s, and I cast certain men in given roles. You may want to imagine someone else, and that's okay. The same caveats as to the sexuality of my cast of actors apply here.

Branscombe Richmond (Bobby Sixkiller): from Renegade, natch again. Dolph Lundgren (Swedish Muscleman): from the movie, Red Scorpion. Mike Piazza (Uncle Mike): from the baseball diamond. Channon Roe (Cash): from either the TV series Kindred or the movie Soldier Boys. Nigel Terry (Nigel): from the TV series, Covington Cross. Eric Stolz (Eric): from the movie, Rob Roy. Bruce Locke (Bruce): from the TV series, Mortal Kombat, Conquest. Marco Maccarini (Marco): from MTV Italy. Adam Copeland (Edge): Edge from the World Wrestling Federation. Jared Leto (Jared): from the movie, Switchback.