As with all my stories, this is a complete work of fiction and takes place in a world where condoms are not necessary. That is not the case in this world. So play safe and have fun.
harry
"You have done great, Fred; really wonderful. One of the best military guys I have been able to work with in a long time." He had me sit up, then handed me a beer and said, "I have a couple of guys that are here now, and I'd like to do one last shoot with you and them. Are you up for that?" he asked with a big smile, making sure I caught the pun in his question.
I looked down at my naked crotch with my nearly hard dick. What the fuck; I had come this far, and I sure did need the fucking money. "Sure, why not," I said. I had no idea what I was in for when Walter led me into a new room. I looked around and saw 3 guys standing there. They appeared to range in age from 20 to 50. The 50 year old looked like some biker guy - hairy, big and tough.
The 20 year old looked like another college student, except a bit thinner than Tom.
The last guy looked to be in his 30's or so. He had buzz cut salt and pepper hair, and the look of military about him.
"This is Fred," Walter said. "And this is Tom, Dick and Harry." He started laughing at his own joke.
They nodded their heads at me, and I wondered what I was in for now!
Walter continued, "Fred here has agreed that he is up for anything!" Harry gave a guffaw at that. That made me worried.
Tom was looking me over from head to toe, seeing me shaved. It made me blush. Walter said, "Tom, you are here mainly as a witness to what is done to Fred; to add the anonymous observer. I find that it always adds something for the man, in this case Fred, if he is observed doing these things by a fully clothed man."
Walter looked at Tom and added, "However, if at any point you want to join in, then you may." Tom gave an embarrassed smile. Walter added, "Or I might just throw you into the mix sometime." He watched Tom's reaction. Tom just shrugged.
"Let's go to this room over here boys," Walter said, leading us into a room with a tile floor and a drain.
"Dick here is going to give you an enema so that what is coming won't be quite as messy," Walter said, and my stomach tumbled. What did he mean by messy? And did I really want someone just standing around watching what was done to me?
"Fred, wake up, over here," Walter was saying as he waved a hand in front of my face.
He was pointing to a stainless steel table. I climbed up and assumed the head down position as instructed. Dick moved around and filled a rather large rubber bag with some solution and hung it on a post attached to the table.
Harry and Tom stood to one side watching the process. Harry would rub his crotch lewdly every time I looked at him. Tom stared, and I wondered what he was thinking.
Dick showed me a large stainless steel plug. He smiled as he saw the look on my face. He then spread some lube, I guess, over the end of it, and then walked behind me. He spread my ass cheeks apart, and I felt him begin to push the thing into my ass. "Push out, like you are taking a dump," he said.
I did, and he pushed forward with a deep thrust, skewering me on the thing. I grunted at the pain and clamped my hole down on it. I breathed noisily, trying to rid myself of the pain.
Just as it was passing, I felt a rush of warm liquid enter my bowels. I couldn't remember ever having an enema. The tube was pressing right on that magic spot in my ass, and the warm water pumping across it was really driving me crazy.
My dick got hard and began to drip as I looked back across my chest and stomach. Then I saw my stomach distending, and still the liquid filled me. I squirmed, and received a smack on my ass. "Stay still! Be a man!" Dick said.
I blushed, and was ashamed that I had moved, but my gut started to rumble and press for relief.
I felt Dick begin to slide the thing out of my ass. "Don't let a drop leak out!" he said, as he smacked my ass.
I clenched down tightly as the last of it was removed. I expected to be let down and led to a toilet. But no one said anything, and I fought to keep my ass closed and tried not to move.
Sweat began to drip from my forehead, as Dick took his hand and massaged my stomach. "Argh!" I complained, but didn't move. He laughed wickedly, and massaged some more.
"Shall we do twenty minutes or thirty minutes," Dick asked, and I gasped.
"It's been a minute now," but it seemed like at least 10! "Let's go for forty!" Walter said.
I groaned and squeezed both my eyes and my ass closed more tightly.
I was breathing through gritted teeth. This had to be worse than anything the military had put me through.
Sweat was dripping from me everywhere when Dick finally said, "Okay, climb off of the table and don't let one drop slip."
I gingerly got off the table and looked around for a toilet. All I saw was a stainless steel bucket on the far side of the room.
Dick pointed to the bucket and I duck-walked over to the pail and squatted over it. The military had stolen my privacy, so I had gone in front of people before, but the gush and noise still caused me to blush. It kept coming and coming. I looked up and saw that Walter was filming the whole thing. Shit! Literally.
I was led to a shower to clean myself, and all four of them stood around and watched me shower, Walter with his camera. So I put on a bit of show after I had gotten rinsed down. I played with my cock, and shook it around. Then I showed my now clean ass.
When I was done, Tom was handed a towel to dry me. He worked around my crotch as gingerly as possible, without the same pressure he had applied to the other areas of my body.
I was told to bend over, and Dick came behind me and applied a liberal amount of lube to my hole. He said it would do for now.
I was led into another room, which had some sort of leather and chains contraption suspended from the ceiling. Dick led me over and had me get into the thing on my back. Once I was in, he secured my arms to the chains running up behind my shoulders, and my legs to the ones running from my lower back.
I was now trapped and exposed. I began to panic. Just moments ago, I had been restrained and had ended up shaved. I wondered what was going to happen now! My heart began to race. Dick pulled off his t-shirt, and then dropped his jeans. The slab of meat he had hanging between his legs didn't look real.
He saw the startled look on my face and smiled. He stroked it a couple of times, and then came to stand by my head. He pushed my head back, and down, and slid his cock into my mouth. I knew what I was supposed to do, but, as I ministered to it, it began to expand.
He laughed as he pushed the growing cock in and down my throat, and got me to choke. Tears and spit streamed from my nose and mouth as he continued to try and get more of it in. He closed off my breathing a couple of times and, once, I thought I was going to pass out. He was laughing as he finally pulled out. The thing had to be nearly a foot long, and thick. I hadn't seen one that thick!
He walked around behind me, and I shivered. Was he going to stick that in me? Shit!
He used his fingers and began to work my hole. In and out, adding lube and pulling this way and that. He was trying to get me to relax, and he was working on stretching my hole.
I looked around and saw Harry leering at me, rubbing his crotch and licking his lips. I realized then that all of Dick's work on my hole had affected my cock. He put two fingers inside me and wiggled them around again until he hit that magic spot, and I began to drift away then.
He worked three fingers in and around, and I groaned. Walter put Tom at my head and told him to feed my face with his cock. Tom unzipped his pants and they dropped. He moved his cock up and dropped it into my mouth.
I took it and began to suck on it, wondering how much had been rung up in the cash register so far today. He swelled, and went to work fucking my mouth.
It was then that I realized Dick was lining up his dick on my hole. "Relax," he said, and put the head of his dick against my hole and pushed. It slid in and stopped there. Man, it hurt!
He kept it there until he saw something in my face, and then he pushed in more. I gasped and sucked in more of Tom's cock.
Dick was huge, and it hurt like a mother fucker! I sucked desperately on Tom's dick to try and relieve the pain. Dick reached around and stroked my cock, which had shrunk a bit with the pain. He brought it back to attention as he rested his cock in my ass. He played with my dick until I groaned. I wanted him to continue; I wanted release!
But then Dick pushed in more, and I thought I was going to pass out. I gasped, and dropped Tom's cock. Was he ever going to be in all the way?
Finally, I felt his pubes against my ass. His hand continued to play in my crotch, which seemed to seemed to be more sensitive now that it had been shaved. I was quivering all over with tension. My leg was shaking on its own as I continued to strain to take his dick. After a bit, he began to move it in and out. I had to reach back and hold him in place for a moment as I gasped again with the pain.
But then he pushed back in and began to grind it in my ass. I gripped it tightly with my ass, trying to keep it still. He just laughed and pulled out, and then rammed back in. I yelped again. He gave a very sadistic laugh and just started pounding my ass. I was moaning and groaning in little gasps as he pistoned his dick in my ass.
I opened my eyes to see Tom zipping up his pants. He was standing back with an amazed look on his face as Dick continued to pump my ass. His balls were slapping against my butt, and he would slap my ass and say, "Take it all, you bitch!"
He continued to squeeze my dick and balls, sometimes painfully, and sometimes he would stroke my dick. I looked around through that fog of lust, and saw Tom and Harry watching. Harry had a leer on his face; Walter was videoing the whole thing.
Then the pressure began to hit that magic spot in my ass, and I saw stars, and wanted to cum so bad. I was still squeezing down on Dick's shaft, and he kept talking about using my "pussy," which made me feel humiliated almost more than anything else that had gone on.
It was the first time that I felt as if what I was doing might be wrong. Then a wave of pleasure would wash over me, and I would see the red of lust and remember the green of money.
At one point, the pressure was so intense in my ass that I thought I was going to pass out. Instead, Dick whispered, "Jerk that little boy pee pee of yours and see if you can make it cum like a man. I doubt it, because men don't have a pussy like yours!" He slapped my ass hard, grabbed my hips, and started pulling me off the sling and onto his hard pole.
I reached down and took my dick in my hands. It, indeed, was smaller than his, but I think almost any man's would be. But once I touched it, I knew the rush was going to hit me in an instant. I felt it build fast, and my whole body went rigid as it overwhelmed me.
"Arrrgh!!! Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I gasped through clenched teeth. "I'm cumming!" I shot on the floor, and kept pumping until there was no more. Dick grabbed my shoulders then and drove me, with great force, onto his dick, faster and faster.
In a moment, I felt his dick swell. It stretched my hole even more, and I gasped and felt the warm blasts of his cum in my ass. "Take all my jizz in your pussy, boy!" He pushed deep, three times, as he released his seed in my ass.
When he was done, he pulled out and let me collapse on the floor. He wiped off the end of his dick and flicked the string of cum down onto me. I lay there heaving, trying to regain my normal breathing. I also felt a gaping emptiness in my ass. I wondered if my hole would ever close again!
I started to reach up and take his hand, but he leaned over and spit a large wad of saliva on my face. I really felt small and used. As I wiped my face, he laughed.
He walked off, after shaking Walter's hand and accepting an envelope. I lay there trying to gather my wits.
I got to my hands and knees, but then a boot was on my back pushing me back down. "Just lay there, you little faggot," Harry said.
I looked up to see him unzipping his jeans. His black jock bulged as he unbuttoned and opened his jeans. He pulled down the front of his jock, exposing a thick cock with a ring through the head. It came out right through the hole! I saw that he also had some kind of tattoo on his dick! Fuck!
Then he stood over me and began to spray me with his piss. I started to protest, but he just flooded my mouth with hot stinky piss. He laughed as he got some in my eyes, and I had to squeeze them shut; he sprayed me from head to toe, but he concentrated on my head and crotch.
He flipped his dick several times to get the last drops off, then stuffed it back in his jock, and buttoned his jeans. He didn't bother to zip them closed.
He gave an evil laugh as I tried to stand and shake the piss off of me. Walter handed me a black jock to put on. I thought he would let me shower, but he said we weren't done yet.
We walked out back and there were several motorcycles there. While Walter was giving the camera to one of the men there, Harry fastened a collar around my neck.
Then he got on a bike and told me to get on behind him. Tom was put on another bike and, before I could even grab hold of anything, Harry took off. I grabbed hold of his waist and held on as he sped out of the parking lot, with a spin of gravel and a dangerous lean over.
As we hit the street, it hit me that I was practically naked on the back of his bike, riding down a public street! I looked around and saw a guy with a camera filming the whole thing.
They rode around a bit and ended up in a warehouse area. I began to get very nervous as I saw fewer and fewer people about, and more and more warehouses and vacant buildings.
They pulled into a warehouse area, and then inside. The rumble of the bikes was amplified inside the building. There were also more bikers there. They were all gathered around a pit, that I saw as Harry pulled through the crowd.
Harry told me to get off and then led me down some steps to this hole in the ground. It might have been one of those pits where guys stand to change oil. But it was only about 3 or 4 feet across, and about 3 feet deep.
I was really getting scared. Tom was there, and he was looking around and then back at me. Harry grabbed one of my arms and raised it up. That's when I noticed the chains hanging down from the ceiling.
He swiftly wrapped my wrist with a leather restraint, and then attached it to the chains. He did the same to the other wrist, and then I was stretched up, so that I was just standing on my toes.
The crowd moved in as Harry undid and removed his jeans. H was now standing in his black jock and a leather vest. His tattoos were scattered along his arms and chest, and he had salt and pepper hair covering his chest, arms, and shoulders.
He used a large knife and cut the jock off me. I stood there as the crowd moved in, and Harry climbed out of the hole. I looked up, stunned to see women in the crowd. They were smiling and laughing. That embarrassed me and made me blush.
Then I noticed that all the guys had unzipped their pants and hauled out their dicks. A group crowded in close to the hole and began to spray me with piss. I was hit from every side on every part of my body. Someone shouted, "Open your mouth, pussy toilet!"
I shook my head with my mouth closed. Then someone else yelled, "Open it, or I'll come down there and tear your balls off!" I didn't doubt that this crowd would do that.
I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth. It was flooded with piss. I tried to spit it out, and was told, "Swallow it, you piss pig!"
I tried that, and thought I was going to throw up. That brought roars of laughter and more piss. For 10 – 15 minutes, the piss streams continued, with guys finishing and others moving up to take their place.
Suddenly, it stopped, and I shook my head. Again laughter. When I could open my eyes, I saw the women pointing and laughing at me. I also saw the look of incredulity on Tom's face.
Then I saw the guy with the camera, and my stomach clenched. This was all on film! Shit! What if one of the guys from the barracks saw it? Fuck!
The chains moved, and I was brought closer to the side, and Harry moved up towards me. He turned around, reached back, and brought my head into his ass. He pressed my nose into his hole and rubbed it around. It stunk like he hadn't washed in days. I thought I would gag again!
There was more laughter. Then he turned around and presented me with his growing dick. I now saw the tattoo of a scorpion on the top of the shaft, and the glint of the ring as he pushed it into my mouth.
I gagged on the head, as the ring hit the back of my throat. There was great laughter. He held onto my head and pushed his dick in all the way, until I was gagging for real, and tears were streaming out of my eyes.
That brought more laughter. He pulled out and climbed down the steps into the pit, then walked behind me, grabbed my waist, and shoved his dick in to the hilt in my ass. I opened my mouth to scream, and another dick was forced into my throat.
They built up a rhythm between the two of them, so that Harry was buried in my ass, while the other guy buried his dick in my mouth. Both took pleasure in impaling me on their dicks. And through it all, I could tell my own dick was hard and dripping. Even when I gagged and tears and snot ran, my cock still throbbed.
My throat and ass were filled at the same time as both guys groaned, pushed deep, and held it there, regardless of my struggles.
When they finished, there was laughter and jeering as they wiped their dicks on my head and ass.
One of my hands was released then, and I wiped my face to remove the accumulation of snot and tears. As I was trying to catch my breath, I looked around at the looks on the people's faces, and wondered why I was so getting off on this.
"Make the pig jerk off," came a scream from a feminine voice.
"Jerk off, pig, and show them how much your enjoyed it!" Harry said in my ear.
I reached down and, as soon as I touched my dick, knew that I wanted to cum, and cum badly. My dick was in charge again and wanted release, wanted the rush that went with all of this.
At no time in my life had I a felt like this. I felt the need to display myself, and I felt the humiliation of doing it. My heart raced and, as I felt it overtake me, I quit trying to figure out anything except how good it felt to cum! Shit! Fuck! Here it cums!
"Oh, fucking cocksucker, I'm cumming!" I screamed. My whole body was tense as I blasted there in front of the combined group. I fought for breath after I finished shooting. I was still on my toes, stretched up to my limits. My whole body trembled as I tried to come back to my senses. When I did, my mind reeled with what had just happened.
None of the previous experiences had prepared me for this. I shook and had to will myself to stop. I bit my tongue and hung by the one arm until Harry lowered the chains and released me.
I nearly collapsed. "Good work, Fred," he said, and patted me on the ass and held me up.
He helped me up the steps, then handed me a heavily soiled jock to put on. It was yellowed and dingy from weeks of use, along with piss, and probably cum. I pulled it on and walked in a daze to the bike that Harry led me to. I saw Tom on a bike just before we pulled out. I gripped Harry as he admonished, "Hold on tight!"
I squeezed and didn't think that I had any strength left, and my ass hurt like hell.
The drive back passed in a haze. I remember hearing honking horns and screams of "Fucking faggot biker pig!"
Next, I was aware that we were back at Walter's place, and Harry was helping me back inside. Walter gave him an envelope and took the camera from the guy who returned it. Tom still looked shocked, as he had earlier. I didn't know what he thought about everything. I tried to make eye contact with him, but he wouldn't look me in the eye.
Walter handed me some jeans and a t-shirt to put on. I dressed, still in a daze. The jeans were big, and I had to hold them up. He took me a ways away from Tom and handed me a very thick envelope. "Fred, you were awesome tonight. But I fear we pushed you a bit far. If you want to come back, I would really like to see you again, but I don't want to see you back for at least a week. I want you to recover and rest up. And I want you to think about everything that went on, and, when the reality sinks in, call me and we can talk." He patted me on the shoulder like a father would a son, and said, "You have done a lot in just two days, and I think we have really stretched you," and he smiled, "physically, emotionally, and mentally."
He whispered gently in my ear, "I know you did it for extra money and you made a bundle, but there may be some stuff that you are going have to do a reality check with. I have seen lots of guys through here. Some just shake it off and move on; some come back for more money; some come back because they like it; and some can't stand that they liked it." He made sure I was looking him in the face when he said, "Whichever way you end up, I want you to call me. You got that, Fred?"
I nodded. He took me back to the entrance and I climbed into the car and drove back to the base in silence. At a red light, I opened the envelope and tried to count the cash. I thought it was $2500, but figured I had counted wrong! At the next light, I counted again! Fuck! It was $2500!
When I returned the keys to Bill, he wanted to talk about what had happened and how I had liked it.
"Bill, I just don't want to talk about it right now," I said. When he told me that was okay, he didn't sound mad or anything, but I worried about what he was thinking.
Back at the barracks, I grabbed my shower stuff and headed off to the shower. I found that my ass had leaked into the jeans, and I wanted to clean the piss off of me, and everything else. I scrubbed and scrubbed. Then I stood in the hot water and let it cascade over me.
I finally turned off the water, dried off and, as I went to the mirror, caught a glimpse of my shaved crotch. I lifted my arms and saw that my pits were shaved. I wondered how I was going to explain that to the guys. Then the thought of $2500 filled my head.
I pulled on a pair of boxers, crawled into bed, and was instantly asleep. I woke stiff and sore, just as I had been during the first weeks of boot camp. It was Sunday, so I didn't have to do anything. Therefore, I was in no rush to get up. When I did I pissed, dressed, and headed down to the mess.
All the way down there, I felt sore in my ass. I mean, I know all the jokes and everything, but it was true: my inner thigh muscles and my butt were sore when I moved. $2500; it was worth it.
I sat down by myself after I picked out my food, but soon Bill sat down across from me. After a bit of small talk, he asked, "So I heard from Walter that you were amazing last night!" He sounded like he was proud of me.
He jumped up to get some more coffee before I could say anything in reply. I was playing it through my mind and wondering at all that had happened and what I thought about it. I was still puzzled by my reaction to it all.
I was lost in this contemplation when I heard, "Excuse me," in a soft whisper.
I looked up to see this apple cheeked, blond haired private looking at me rather nervously.
"Yes," I said, wondering why he had approached me. He looked like some high school quarterback with the typical jock IQ. He had that `Ah, shucks' kind of look about himself.
"Sorry, to bother you," he stopped and swallowed, "but I was wondering if what they said was true?"
My gut tightened up. "Is what true?" I said in a hesitant whisper.
"Sorry, I just thought, I mean," he looked around furtively. "I heard you gave blow jobs. And someone showed me a vid, and it looked like you, and I was wondering if we could, you know, get together." He blushed as I looked up at his face again, my own going red as well.
"How did you, I mean, yeah, I guess that was me, and," I stammered like a school boy on his first date. I had been afraid of this. "Look, can you give me a number so I can reach you. Someone is due back here in a minute, and I really don't want to get into this here."
He nodded his head, like one of those head bobbers in the back window of the car. "I mean, if it is you and you, ah, like that, I would be willing to try it as well. I don't have a lot of money, so, I mean, I would give you, if you gave me. I mean," I stopped him.
"Number, please," I saw Bill heading back to the table. He rattled off a number so fast I had to ask him to say it again. I took out my cell phone and typed it in.
"Henry," he said, and, when I looked at him quizzically, he added, "my name. It's Henry."
"Fred," I said, and then quickly said, "Later. I'll call you later." He nodded nervously, turned around, and headed away quickly.
Bill sat down and looked at the retreating guy and said, "Who's that?"
"Bill, I am fucked! That guy says he saw my vid and wants to trade blowjobs. And with everything that happened yesterday, and those vids...man, I am really going to be screwed if more guys find out about this!" I was really beginning to sweat this.
"Look, Fred, if some guy is cruising gay porn, he is not going to out you to anyone. Sure, some may want to get together with you, but I don't think they are going to go running to anyone and tell them they saw you there."
As I told Bill about what had happened last night, I wondered if it had been a good way after all to earn extra money. But $2500 kept blinking in my mind!
As always, thank you for the comments, suggestions and photos. They are always appreciated. harryrod575@yahoo.com
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