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Home – Part 7
Growing up, I had dreams about my first kiss. I knew early in life that I wasn't interested in girls. So I'd dream about guys. As a child, I wanted to kiss them on the cheek. Then my dreams advanced to include kissing boys on the mouth, soft pecks of puckered lips ending with a quick smacking sound at the end. At 13, I wanted something messy – wet, open mouth kisses. As I got older, my dreams of kissing only became more elaborate. I'd imagine the smelly breath against mine, running my hands over bony shoulders and embracing a slim, warm body next to mine. Eventually, my dreams evolved to include coarse beard stubble scratching my face and my neck. And this time we are shirtless, giving me a chance to relish the sensation of my nipples grazing against his, my smooth lean stomach against his.
I am not that guy. I don't get those moments.
Cockslave training i have a true cockslave. a beautiful twink who can't get enough of my 12 incher. looking for other tops to help train him. smooth lean with a sweet pussy that can't get enough. i'll blindfold her, you come into the room and find him naked, pussy up, fill her up and leave. rougher the better. strictly tops only. looks don't matter, she won't ever see you anyway. just be hard and ready. message for address.
"FUCK, your tight pussy feels fucking sweet with all that hot cum up there." It's a masculine whisper, sharp and spitting into the side of my face. I can feel thick, coarse hair on my neck, cheek and ear. This guy has a bushy beard. He just slid his cock into my asshole. He's the third man to fuck me since I've been blindfolded and leashed to this bed this evening. And although it's been less than a minute, I can feel his body is soaked in sweat as he leans to whisper into my ear. His thick chest and stomach hair is drenched against my lean back. With two loads of cock juice inside my ass already, the hairy man didn't even need lube. He just slid right inside. I strain to arch my back just a little more, hoping to swallow more cock into me.
I've been tethered to this bed for about 30 minutes, it seems. There is a putrid, stained and stiff cum rag of a t-shirt tied around the top of my head, just over the nose. I am completely naked, except for the leather collar around my neck and attached to the leash, and bent over on all fours. Men have been coming in and fucking my ass. The entire time, I am sucking the massive cock of the fat bald man, almost nonstop. I've only taken my mouth off of His cock a couple of times to let out moans of pain and excitement from the nonstop assfucking.
The first man jerked my hard dick and ate out my asshole for a few minutes before the fat man ordered him to fuck me or leave. He lubed up and pushed into my butt his thin but long dick. It hurt with a piercing pressure that was nothing like when the fat man stretches my hole to its limit. He pushed into me with a soft, unfulfilling rhythm. I timed his thrusts and push back my butt at the right moments to intensify the fuck.
"Fuck'im," the fat man said. His words were harsh, enunciating sharply the consonant. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my face into his fat belly, His cock stretching into my throat and held me there. "Fuck her pussy."
I gagged hard, a genuine choke that convulsed my entire body right through my asshole. The man fucking me let out an extra moan and finally picked up his fuck rhythm on his own.
There was a knock at the door. My heart, which was already raging a ragged beat sped up even more. I've never fainted before, but I felt like I came close at this point. There was too much going on, too many sensations and this added adrenaline almost pushed me over the edge.
"Come in," the fat man yelled, making his cock jump in my mouth. I didn't hear the door open, but I did hear it shut. "Holy shit," the new voice was soft, just above a whisper.
"Hey, have a seat, this guy is almost finished," the fat man said. "Right guy?"
As if on cue, the man fucking me leaned over, he was still wearing a shirt, I could feel the fabric and row of buttons on my back. I felt warm, deep breaths on my neck. "You're such a sweet ... young thing," he whispered in my ear before wrapping his arms around my chest. He squeezed me so hard, I temporarily lost my breath. Then all I heard was his desperate grunting and his skin slapping against my butt cheeks. He squeezed harder and his dick thrusts became more firm. I moaned a deep, guttural sound that was almost stifled by the mouthful of cock. Then it came, first his deep exhale, blowing his bad breath over my face and a final push of his cock into my ass that shot the hot razor of cum into my body. He stayed there, as deep inside of me as possible, and I pushed out my pussy as much as I could feeling his cock convulse and pump.
"That's a sweet hole," the man said, his voice now full and nonchalant. He pulled out and I immediately hear the clanging of his belt then the door shutting. I feel incomplete, almost inhuman, empty and lonely. My asshole is cold, gaping and unprotected. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room is my mouth slurping on the fat man's cock. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The second man wasted no time. The bottle of lube clicked open and the liquid lightly farted coming out of the bottle. The anticipation was murder. I couldn't wait to feel what type of dick was coming into me. I didn't care. I wanted it, I needed it inside me.
God, please hurry.
There was one hand on my waist. Then the other swept across my back, the second man was wiping off the lube from his hand on my back. He grabbed my hips with both hands and suddenly my eyes teared up. I coughed out the fat man's monster dick and let out a reflexive scream. The second man thrust into me with such force, I lost complete control. My arms and knees went completely limp, I almost crumble onto the fat man. Behind me, the second man was punishing my butt with jackhammer thrusts. I couldn't even gauge his cock size, it was all just pain. I hated myself, but I couldn't help squealing high-pitched moans that sound like one of those sluts in straight porn scenes. I took too long adjusting to the pain. The fat man grabbed my hair and forced me back Home, where I belong.
The door knocked again. The fat man called out and I hear two new voices, they're laughing.
"What the fuck?" said one, still laughing. The other voice, also laughing, was louder, right beside us. "You weren't kidding. This is a total fucking cock faggot!" There was a slap on my back that genuinely startled me, but the fat man was still holding my head so I couldn't jump up.
"Jesus," he said, I assumed to the man behind me. "You're really giving it to him."
"Get the fuck outta here," the first words from the man fucking me were harsh and flustered. The fat man told the new guys to have a seat on the couch. The man behind me kept fucking me with fury. His sweat started dripping on my back. His balls were hung low and slapped against my own, the sensation was amazing. All I could hear was my mouth on the master cock and the thunderous clapping of the man fucking me.
Then he stopped and pulled out. My heart skipped a beat because I thought it was over. Then the sound of his belt, his pants button, then the panicked brushing of denim. He was taking off his pants. Holy shit. I couldn't wait. The bed shifted, first on my right side, then the left. The man behind me was standing on the bed. Then I heard a small, familiar crack, it was his knees. Then, fuck: The man pushed into me the hardest, harshest and meanest fuck thrust I had ever felt. Reflexively, my body bucked forward but that only forced the fat man's gigantic cock deeper down my throat. The man behind me was pile driving his dick into my butt. All of a sudden, his cock weighed a ton and split my cheeks wide open like a sledge hammer.
I tried to hold it, but the faggot squeals escaped my mouth pussy again and the guys on the couch burst into hysterical laughter. One of the guys mocked my squealing and punctuated it with, "Take the dick, faggot and shut the fuck up." But I couldn't, the man was fucking me with such force and weight. Once again, it felt like I could faint. The fat man laughed a deep belly laugh. Then from behind me, rough grunting that intensified quickly. I didn't think it was possible, but he fucked me even harder, then he shot a load inside me. His thrust paused as his dick pumped his seed into me, then he pulled out and slammed into me again, making me cry. Another one. And another. "Fucking!" Another. "WHORE!" And then it became clear he was stabbing into me with fury deliberately.
He pulled out of me quickly and pushed my ass forward, forcing my body into the fat man and his cock deep into my throat. Then I heard a tinny sound, and a shot of moisture on my back. He spit on me. The fat man, and the guys on the couch all laughed hard. "Jesus. This kid is fucked," one of them said.
I could hear the second man putting back on his pants when one of the men from the couch walked over. "I think this is the kind of shit this kid wants," he said. His voice sounded lively, and harsh. I imagined him to be in his 30s. "Is that right, pretty boy? You want to be a cum rag for real men, like us? Don't you?" His shirt whispered across his chest as he removed it. Then a loud, solid slap on my ass that brought tears to my eyes. "Don't you?" The fat man chuckled.
With a mouthful of cock, I agree, emphatically. "Jesus Christ, kid. You couldn't even take that giant cock out of your mouth for a second to answer me properly, could you?" Then other guy came walking over, laughing. Another hard slap on my ass. "Someone has to fucking teach you how to respond when a man asks you a question."
The fat man laughed again before saying, "Well, hole. Answer the man."
For the first time in what seemed like forever, I take my mouth off the master cock. "Yes, sir. I can't bear living without cock." I have never before used the word, "bear" in that context. It was a sentence I didn't formulate in my brain. It just came out of my mouth naturally, instinctively.
All three men laughed loud. My head started spinning again. As if it would hide me from the shame, I started sucking His giant cock, causing the men to laugh even harder.
"You were serious, this cock slave can't get enough." The fat man affirmed almost with pride in his voice. "Is that her name? `Hole?'"
"I don't know, I call her just about anything: Hole,' Pussy,' `Girl,' the fat man said. "Don't matter."
Someone grabbed my waist. "That is a sloppy hole." At first I thought it was a finger tracing my asscrack, but there was no flexibility. It was pure, hard cock. "You are leaking cum everywhere, dump." I could feel the cooling semen dripping down my buttcrack and could tell the man was using his cock to scoop up whatever of the precious fluid that he could. "That's what I'm going to call her, `Dump.' As in cumdump." The men laughed at me again. Then he slid into me.
"FUCK, your tight pussy feels fucking sweet with all that hot cum up there." His body is warm, really warm. There is a deep and sharp body odor that fills my head and my cock. It makes me wonder if his sweat-drenched body hair is the result of a recent workout. He leans over and his beard brushes against my face, it drives me crazy.
"Dump, you have a pretty pussy. But it's stretched the fuck out. You need to learn how to please me better."
The fat man laughs and lets go of my hair. I pull off His cock, "Yes, sir."
His cock isn't huge. It's quite average. But he fucks with energy. He slams into my butt and holds the position.
"Squeeze your pussy, Dump."
"Sir?"
He pulls my hair, craning my neck at a sharp angle. "You have this nice muscular ass. You see these cunt flaps?" With his free hand he slaps one of my buttcheeks. There is a sliver of hatred flash boiling deep inside me. `Cunt flaps' was such a demeaning term. But he didn't care. "Their only purpose is to make men like me feel good. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now squeeze your pussy around my dick." I do as I'm told. His pubic hair is pressed right against my asscheeks, which I squeeze tight. It doesn't feel quite right. So squeeze deeper, inside my hole and it makes sense. It's as if I can grip onto his cock with my hole.
The bearded man lets out a deep exhale, which I take as a good sign. "Nice, Dump," he whispers into my ear. Now let go and do it again. I obey.
"Again."
"Again."
I catch on to the rhythm. Without being told, I massage his cock from inside my body. It takes work, and I can feel whatever muscles I am using are already growing weary. But it's euphoric. It's as if I am proving to myself that my body is truly meant to host and serve cock.
"Now you're not so useless, are you, Dump?"
"No, sir."
"I'm going to fuck you now. Your job is to take my cock as deep as possible. When you feel my balls slap against your pussyflaps, you squeeze as hard as you can, as I pull out. Squeeze as if you don't want my dick to leave your cunt, because you don't, do you?"
"No, sir. Never."
He started fucking me and I did as I was told, squeezing his cock as he thrusted out of me. It was exhilarating but exhausting. But he was right, I didn't want his cock to leave my hole. It was my duty to prove that I wanted it inside me. This also took concentration, as I had to make sure I squeezed the right muscles and that I squeezed hard enough to show the cock the proper respect. I didn't realize that I had overlooked my cocksucking duty.
There was a harsh and sharp tug of my hair. "Hey, Dump! There is a cock in front of you that is unattended!" He pushed my head onto the master dick and I suck as commanded. "Jesus. Even as a faggot you are fucking useless, Dump."
It takes a few minutes, but I eventually get the rhythm, sucking the giant dick, sticking my ass out as far as my hole can extend and squeezing my pussyhole at the right moments to properly serve the bearded man. He pounds me harder and I have trouble tightening my pussy in time. "Don't get lazy on me, Dump."
I am in pain. I am confused, exhausted and even scared. It's heaven.
The third man, who has been silent through this ordeal, snickers and I immediately realize something is happening. That's when I sense something new. My head is filled with a sharp, organic but sour and rotten scent. I have no idea what it is. Then there is a heavy pressure on my head, pushing me down onto the fat man's cock. It's a foot. It's the bearded man's foul, sweaty foot. I can't even imagine how he looks, fucking my ass with one leg protruding over my body, pushing down my head. Even the fat man reacts. "What the hell, dude?," he said with a forced chuckle. "That is rank."
"You like that, Dump?" the bearded man says. "Can you smell my stink? We've been playing soccer for hours before coming over here. Like real men, we are drenched in sweat and stink."
He rubs his toes into my hair with a sloppy rhythm but the stink is there. I gag, partly because of the monster cock that is forced into my throat, partly because the stink of the bearded man's foot is overpowering.
A knock at the door.
"Fuck, yes," the bearded man says. "Come in!" The fat man doesn't seem to mind that the bearded man has all but taken over. His cock is hard, though. He must be enjoying watching the men own me.
"Hey," the bearded man says to the new guy. "Shut the door and get in on this."
He pulls out and I am relieved I can rest my pussy muscles, but immediately lonely, empty and sloppy.
Throughout the evening, the bearded man and his friend never leave and the fat man never makes them. In fact, he rarely makes a sound outside of laughing when they make fun of me. The men come trickling in. To be honest, I lost count of how many men fucked me. The fourth guy was old, I could hear the wheeze in his breathing as he fucked me. His cock was not as hard as I would have liked, but the bearded man ordered me to serve and I appropriately massage the dick with my pussy. There was another guy who blew his load immediately after his cock entered my pussy. "That's ok, dude," the bearded man said. "It happens to the best of us." The bearded man reassured that guy, which I found ironic considering his hostility toward me. There was even a massively obese man who, when he fucked me, my lean frame pushed back loads of his body fat. I felt as if I were buried under mounds of sweaty flesh. The bearded man encouraged the obese man as he pounded into me. During gaps, while we waited for the next man to show up, the bearded man would fuck me, making sure my pussy didn't lose its grip.
He notes that it was 11 p.m. With his dick buried inside of my pussy, he asks the third man to hand over his phone. The bearded man dials a number, never losing his fuck rhythm.
"Hey baby," he says, thrusting into me with rigorous speed. "No. We're still scrimmaging. I know. It's late. Sorry, babe, I should have called sooner. But they don't shut down the park until midnight, so we thought we'd take advantage." His breathing is labored, but his voice is surprisingly solid. "I'm gonna go out with the guys afterward. Maybe get drunk or something. Nah. We ate a little between games. I'll grab some appetizers or something." He leans forward and wraps an arm around my neck. Slowly, he starts to squeeze. The other two men try to stifle their laughter, but I can still hear them. "Tell the kids I love them." I can hear the woman's voice from the phone, but my blood is rushing and I can't make out the words. I stifle a choked cough. The bearded man squeezed my neck even harder and lightly whispers into my ear, "Not a fucking sound, Dump." Then he focuses back to the phone without losing a breath. "I love you too, baby."
The flip phone clicks shut and he tosses it on the floor before focusing on his grip around my neck. "That's why men like us need faggots, Dump." He thrusts into my pussy harder, meaner. "I love my wife. I respect my wife." I gag deep. My heart, fueled by pure adrenaline, pounds furiously. "I make love to my wife." His arm closes in on my neck. My head, spinning. I could feel another cough coming, but I know that another jolt to my body would definitely knock me out. "I don't give a shit about you, Dump. And sometimes, men don't want to make love. We want to fuck and dump cum. You are nothing to us men except a hole for our semen. That's all we want from you. And your job is to obey. Got it?"
He is full force choking me at this point. My face is hot, all the blood is flooding my head. I can feel my face contorted in a smear. I did my best to answer, and barely managed to nod my head.
"Good," the bearded man said and released his grip, pushing me into the fat man's body. The other two men laugh uncomfortably as I cough and try to my breath leaning my head in the fat man's stomach. It's only now that I realize the bearded man came inside my pussy as he was choking me.
"I do believe you have yourself a trained cockslave," the bearded man said after he pulled out of my pussy.
The fat man laughed. "Thanks, man. I think he's ready for next weekend." I was still on all fours recovering from being choked. My asshole was empty, and leaking semen from at least half a dozen men. But my mind immediately caught on to the mention of the weekend. Then it hit me. These voices, these are the guys who came into the fat man's office the other day as I sucked His dick under His desk. They weren't strangers. That's why He let them stay all night.
"I'm gonna take a shower," the bearded man said. "You coming with us to the bar?"
The fat man said he would, but needed to "dump" a load, which made the bearded man laugh.
The bathroom door shut. The shower sprays.
"You didn't get a shot," the fat man says. I almost stop sucking cock to ask him what he means before I remember there was one more guy in the room. "You want a fuck?"
The third man has been silent all night and he remains so as he takes me from behind. I am exhausted, even traumatized. I doubt my ability to take another fucking. But, he is a man. He needs me.
I feel callused hands run over my back, a harsh caress. It's almost as if he were trying to dig into my skin with the palms of his hands. He stretches the skin of my back and guides his hands over my ribs and my firm stomach. Suddenly, he lets out a guttural growl. It's almost a snarl, predatory and alarming. He lets out another one, as he explores my skin, an animalistic grunt. My adrenaline starts boiling again when I feel pressure on my pussy. It's thick. I can feel that my cunt is worn out, it's stretched, gaping. I can't even squeeze it hard enough to keep the semen inside from gushing out. But his cock is thick. Holy shit, it must be as thick as a soda can. He grunts again and I can feel the deep vibrations it makes in his cock head as it presses against my pussy. Oh fuck.
"OH FUCK!" I scream as he grabs my hips and hammers into me one thrust. He is not as long as the fat man, not anywhere near. I don't even think his is as long as my own dick. But his cock is definitely thicker, oh my god it is thicker. I feel less like a man, less like a faggot. I feel like a hand puppet, controlled completely by this fat dick. It's so thick, I can't even squeeze my cunt muscles partly because I am exhausted but also because it's impossible. I have no room left in my pussy whatsoever to squeeze.
The third man grunts, and grunts like an animal. His body odor wafts and makes me drunk. He gets into position and pile drive fucks me and I cry. The fat man laughs. But I can't stop crying and whimpering. The fat man doesn't care. He grabs my hair and guides me back Home. And I suck as best I can, whimpering between each breath I take through my slobbering nose. The third man's grunts get deeper, rougher, his fucking gets heavier. He is pile driving into me with so much force the entire bed rocks and my chest cavity echoes. I'm not sure if it's my mouth, or the sight of his buddy sledge hammering me in half, but the fat man is rock hard and his dick starts to spasm.
It's almost too much cum. My mouth is flooded with a sharp stream and my pussy is stabbed with another. Both men grunt and both cocks pump into me. Both men push my body away, forcing me on the bed beside the fat man. I collapse relieved. Fulfilled.
"Hey, you done yet?" the fat man yells into the bathroom. The door opens. "I gotta piss."
I lie on the bed on my back. I focus purely on my pussy and the phantom pain that resides within. I feel the sludge from men leak out of me and I fight every urge in my body to scoop it up with one hand and eat it. But the fat man gave me a rule, that I would only swallow His seed.
Suddenly, the bed shifts and my breathing is interrupted. There is weight on my body. It's the third man. The weight from his heavily muscled body is crushing my torso. Then there is warmth on my chin. His breath. It stinks, but I feel blessed. There is a trace of stubble on my lips. I lift up my head, hopefully, magnetically drawn to his hot breath. And it happens, his lips. I am kissed. I am kissing. His tongue enters my mouth with force. It's thick, almost as if I were sucking another cock. He kisses me with such force that it pushes me against the mattress and my head writhes on the bed, knocking off the cumrag blindfold.
Then it's over. I open my eyes for the first time in hours and it's sticky from my tears and the dried cum from the blindfold. I squint in the light, eager to see my first kiss and the owner of the thick, monster cock that tortured me to heaven.
"Oh shit," it's the first words the third man said in hours.
My eyes focus. I can finally make out his face. "Oh shit," I say.
"Coach."
We stare at each other speechless. I don't even try to cast my eyes down to his thick cock. The bathroom door opens and the fat man comes out. "Don't tell me you gotta shower too? We'll never get out of here," He said.
"No," said Coach, noticeably, distracted. "I was just thinking." He looked at my naked body and lifted a foot that he pushed into my waist as if he were trying to shove me off the bed. "Your faggot is disgusting. She smells like asshole. You really want that smeared on your bed all night?"
The fat man looked at me. "Sleep on the floor, Hole. Right there next to the bed."
He looked at coach, "I don't think I'll need her for the rest of the night anyway."
The two of them laughed as I climbed in the space between the bed and the sliding doors of the closet, too ashamed to look up. Too scared to grab a blanket.