It Started At the Vid Booth – Part 7 Blakester9999@yahoo.com
"How come she didn't shove a finger up YOUR ass?"
I sorta knew the answer but instead I just shrugged and said, "I dunno". Long moment of silence. "You took it up the ass before huh?". Kenny's question was inevitable. I didn't know what to say. "Um...ya. I guess." Another long pause before Kenny asked, "You gay?" "No. You?" "No fuckin way. And if those assholes think they're gonna pork me in the butt I don't care if I AM chained up I'll kick their asses." Ya. That's what I thought too. About a month ago. Good luck with that.
The door to the room opened. It was the Executioner. Now he had a billyclub in his hand. Like he needed anything more to look intimidating. "You're up. Lets go." He unlocked us and led us out the door down a long hallway where there were men in suits standing around all over the place. They didn't say anything to us as we were paraded down the hall nude. They just kinda smirked, like they knew the score and we didn't. There were doors along the way. From the first door there was a buzzing sound. As we passed by it we saw a long haired hippie looking guy giving tats to guys who looked like they were maybe seniors in high school. Passed by another door where the smell of pot was strong. Inside we saw older men in suits – drinking, snorting lines, getting blow jobs. Passed by a few more doors that had the sound of sex coming out of them. We decided not to look in any more doors. We turned the corner and were stopped at another door with older men in suits milling around outside the door. We had to pause to get by them. As we did we looked in the room. Colby – on all fours, on a table, facing us, bare ass naked, hooked up to what looked like a cow milking machine. Metal sheath encasing his cock. Old guy, probably mid 60s, standing behind him with his pants around his ankles, giving it to him in the ass. The look on Colby's face was obvious – excruciating. How's that $5k working out for you now vid boy?
When we got to the next door we stopped and Executioner looked at Kenny and said, "This is your room." We walked in and saw about 6 or 7 guys, most in their underwear, some naked, I'm guessing around our age, maybe mid or late 20s. I think we noticed the big basket of condoms at the same time. In a flash Kenny was runny for the door. He got stopped by executioner just outside the door, who picked him up by the back of the neck and carried him back in to a chair in the middle of the room. In one swift action the Executioner pulled Kenny over his knee and started spanking his bare ass. Pretty humbling moment for a state champ wrestler. But Kenny was tough, never cried out. But you could tell by the sound that the Executioner was laying a serious hurt on Kenny's backside. We all just stood there and watched. Who the hell was gonna fuck with the Executioner. After about 5 min he let Kenny up and brought him over to the group of guys. Kenny disappeared into the middle of them like a guppy being swallowed by a group of sharks.
The Executioner walked me past a bunch of doors till we came up to a room where you could hear a lot of loud talking and laughing. But the voices were different. Still in German but higher pitched. Women? Was I gonna be that lucky? Was my job to service the soccer mom's? As we walked in the room it took me a minute to figure out exactly what I was looking at. Not mom's. Not even women. Kids. They had to be like 13-15 yrs old. Maybe a dozen of them. All blonde. Hitler youth. This was the new wave of German soccer. The young guns they were raising to be the next wave of great soccer stars. The second I walked in the room fell silent. I saw the expression on their faces. Most of them looked scared. A couple of the older ones looked frenzied. The Executioner said to me, "Too young for sex, but old enough to be satisfied", then he shoved his thumb in my mouth and wiggled it around. So that was my mission. I was the blow boy for the newbies. Their reward for being the cream of the German crop. The prize for coming all the way to America. I could tell just by looking at them that most of them never had a blow job. The older ones probably had, but never from a guy. They were all standing around in their stupid little multicolored euro underpants as the Executioner led me to them. I felt the intense pain as the Executioner struck the back of my knees with the billyclub. Drove me right to my knees...where I stayed as one by one they walked up to me, dropped their undies, and wagged their uncut penis' in my face. Haven't seen that many hoodies since I went to a Pistons game. Most were undersized. The younger ones were pube-shaved, I'm guessing from a hazing rite of passage cuz the older ones were full pubed. The best part of it was that since I was the first contact their little dicks had with anything other than their hand it was pretty quick to get them to cum. The bad news was they unloaded...well...like a 13 yr old. Powerful and voluminous. One kid was so freakin scared that he had to be carried over to me by a couple of his teammates. Instead of the usual "cum-grunt", this kid practically screamed when he cummed. The whole thing would have taken like 30 min except a couple of the greedier ones came back for seconds, including the screamer, who apparently liked having his weenie sucked more than he realized. It was awkward when it was over. They filed slowly out of the room, out a back door. One of them came up to me and said, "danka". I sat in that room by myself for, idk, 45 minutes or so. Seemed like forever. What was next? Was I done? When can I go home?
I was actually relieved when the Executioner opened the door. Being naked and alone in a strange place does shit to your mind ya know? He told me to come with him. When we went into the hallway there was no one there. At all. Wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Didn't even hear any of the funky sounds coming out of all the rooms we passed like I did before. We walked down a long hallway where in the middle there were double doors we stopped at. Executioner opened the doors, pushed me in, and locked the door behind me. Kenny was standing about thirty feet directly in front of me, still naked. But he looked different. Angry. Focused. Mostly angry. Next to him was a little old bald guy in a tux. As I walked toward Kenny I realized I wasn't in a room at all. It was more like a theater, where the bottom floor was a stage. Seats all around above me, filled with, shit idk, 200 people. Like the whole fuckin soccer program. Old guys. Young guys. Even some of the guys I'd just serviced in that other room. The floor was squishy. It was a mat, like wrestlers wrestle on. With a big white "A" in the middle of the dark blue mat that covered the floor. What the fuck is this?
As I walked toward Kenny the tux guy started saying something to the audience. When he stopped he waked away and a bell rung. The crowd cheered and Kenny started walking around me looking like he wanted to fuckin kill me. Christ, this is a wrestling match. Me versus Kenny. In front of an audience. I had a couple inches and about 20 pounds on him but I sure as hell didn't have the wrestling training or background he did. He lunged at me and we locked up. I felt something hit my back, like a fly or some insect. Happened again. It wasn't an insect, it was tux guy splashing us with baby oil. As we started grappling the oil went everywhere. It kinda helped me cuz neither of us could get a good grip. We fell to the mat and even the mat was greasy. The embarrassment of being naked in front of all those clothed people quickly left as I was wrestling my ass off. After about 5 min I started to feel spent. Like I'd been military pressing for 5 min without a break. Kenny started controlling me but never pinned me. The bell went off again and Kenny got off me. Tux guy walked in between me and Kenny who were facing what looked like the main part of the stands. Tux guy grabbed Kenny's left wrist and my right. A voice from the speakers started saying something in German as the crowd was hushed. Then when he stopped talking the crowd erupted in yelling. In the crowd I saw them exchanging money. I looked over and tux guy had Kenny's arm raised, the standard signal for the winner of a match. Tux guy started to walk away but first said to me quietly, "To the victor go the spoils. Cooperate and you can leave. Otherwise you'll continue to be our entertainment."
Kenny walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and leg whipped me so I fell on my ass. He looked down and pointed at me and said "Lay down."
...cooperate and you can leave...
I laid flat. When I did I saw that there were huge jumbotron screens in the corners of the crowd, like at football games so you can get a good up close view. Kenny started pacing around me in a circle, like a lion ready to jump on its prey. He let out this tribal yell as he stood directly over me, his legs on either side of my head. He had sparse dark brown hair from his ankles to his knees, but was naturally smooth otherwise, except for an abundant patch on his gooch which was directly over my head. He lifted his right foot up, put it on my face and said, "Lick". I did, from heal to toe. Then he stuck his toes, one by one, in my mouth and I sucked, knowing this was my ticket out of here. Then he switched feet. When I was done with both feet, he dropped to his knees so his legs were pinning back my arms and his ass was directly over my face. "Lick my asshole". The words were met with cheers from the crowd. "LICK. MY. ASSHOLE." I wasn't getting out of this.
...cooperate and you can leave...
I did as was told. I saw out of the corner of my eye his arms raised up victoriously as soon as my tongue touched his hole. I don't know if it was the helpless feeling, the knowledge that men's dicks had just been there, or the overwhelming feeling of public submission, but I got a boner. Tried to stop it but never been real good controlling my weener. As I was licking his asshole I could feel him stroking his cock. With his other hand he started slapping my rigid dick, making a "thwooping" noise to the laughter of the crowd. Then he pulled my legs up and pushed them apart, slapping my asscheeks in the meantime. "Open up bitch. NOW!" He spread my legs apart with another huge cheer from the crowd. Without his ass in my face I was able to see the jumbotron – my exposed asshole was on the screens for the European Nation to see. He was spreading my cheeks to give the wild crowd a good look at what had been my most private part. Kenny spun off me, keeping me pinned by holding onto one of my legs. He positioned himself kneeling between my legs with me on my back and my legs rolled up. I knew this was it. Without a condom or any more lube than what was already all over us, Kenny penetrated me, right in front of everyone. He may not have a big dick but that little bastard knew how to use it. Must have been going 60 mph pistoning in and out of me. He was directly on top of me and his sweat mixed with the oil and was dripping all over me as he punished me with his meat. I looked at the screens and saw his eyebrows burrowed, almost like he was determined to recapture is manhood by robbing me of mine. With one guttural grunt his face contorted and he plowed deep in me and didn't pull out. I felt my ass fill with cream. The crowd roared its approval. He abruptly pulled out, raised his fists to the sky, and started walking around the mat like a conquering hero, screaming like an animal, his ass still pink from his spanking, his cock still dripping the juice he pumped in me. I was spent on the floor. Humiliated. But at least it was over. I thought.
After making a few laps around to the cheering crowd, Kenny dove back between my legs, me still naked on my back. He lifted up one of my legs and shoved his hand under my asscrack. Then he stood up and held his cupped hand high. The crowd went crazy. He was showing them his cum that he scraped out of my ass. It was on the jumbotron. Kenny let out one last tribal victory scream, then dove on top of me, pinning down my shoulders with his knees, and in one swift motion, he fed it to me. I'd been thru a lot the past month, but eating his cum that had just been in my asshole in front of hundreds of men was the ultimate degradation.