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******************** Levi's Secret Depths ********************
Fear washed over Levi. What had he gotten himself into? His throat was still sore from trying to accommodate Tariq's ginormous manhood; could he really take it in his ass without injuring himself?
"But sir," he ventured tremulously, "you'll stop if it's too much for me, right? Like you did when I couldn't deep-throat you?"
Levi couldn't see Tariq's face because he was still behind him, but Mal and Jay witnessed him rolling his eyes.
"Of course I won't force you to do anything you don't actually want," Tariq replied carefully. He winked at Mal and Jay and they caught his meaning: he was going to make Levi crave a deep-dicking, regardless of the physical strain.
Tariq lay back on the divan, one arm casually thrown behind his head, not unlike the Barberini Faun that Levi had emulated at the start of the evening, which now felt like a lifetime ago.
He gestured for Levi to climb onboard. He was going to be fucking himself on that XXXL pecker, propelling his own disgrace.
Face flushed and smeared with saliva, sweat and ass juices, Levi clambered over Tariq's groin and started to squat above his steel-hard rod.
Then a couple of omissions struck him.
"Wait, we forgot the condom ... and the lube." Levi wasn't allowed to fuck anyone raw except Mal and Jay. His backroom clientele at the gay club had to wrap up, and no amount of extra cash would entice them to drop that rule.
"I never use a rubber," Tariq informed him. "They don't make ones in my size, and I'm on PrEP anyway." He grabbed one of Levi's nipples and pinched it. "Even if I wasn't, I don't expect bitches to question me.
"As for lube - I understand your ass is already swimming with Mal and Jay's swimmers, so I don't see the point in lubing you up. I want you to feel this fuck ... every moment, every fucking inch, as `Conda cores out your new pussy and cements your bitch-hood."
Oh fuck, thought Levi. Tariq's promise sounded more like a threat.
Eyes watering from the tit-twisting, Levi nodded. Since there was no protest from Mal and Jay about the bareback fucking (he wasn't to know that Tariq had cleared it with them beforehand, even sharing his most recent, clean STI test results), he lowered himself gingerly onto Tariq's giant cock-head.
It was like having a fist punch its way through his hole. There wasn't even the benefit of some light fingering to loosen him up first. Tariq had been deadly serious when he said he wanted Levi to feel every moment, and every inch, of this anal violation.
Levi whimpered, but he soldiered on grimly. He couldn't even let out a breath of relief when the head slipped past his sphincter (making him feel like he'd just stuffed a tennis ball inside his guts) because he knew he still had 10 inches to go. Ten more freaking inches! Was that even humanly possible? Or was Tariq going to secure him a trip to the E.R. and the ignominy of having to explain to the staff on duty how he'd ruptured his rectum?
Was it that he'd become inured to being double-dicked by Mal and Jay? Because this somehow felt worse, even before he'd taken half the Anaconda.
"Levi?" Tariq's voice broke into his thoughts.
"Yes sir?"
"We haven't got all day."
Levi groaned. Apparently he wasn't impaling himself fast enough on the gargantuan penis. In his haste to please his newest master, he lost his balance and plummeted nearly ten inches down with a shriek!
"That's more like it," Tariq said approvingly while Levi blinked tears out of his eyes. And then, without giving him time to adjust, "Keep going."
Levi gritted his teeth and forced himself down another inch. It was sheer agony, and he felt like he was bathed in sweat. It was simply streaming down his body, leaving his blond locks dripping wet and his ripped physique glistening for Mal's camera. His thighs quivered with the strain of holding his position; indeed every muscle in his body was taut with tension.
He didn't think he could do it; he couldn't feasibly bottom out on Tariq's humongous cock. He could feel an obstruction blocking his back passage, preventing it from swallowing the last two inches of Anaconda.
He bit his lower lip, unable to meet Tariq's eyes. He felt desperately ashamed. "Sir ... please. I can't take any more. I'm sorry. It's just too much. I would if I could, but I just can't. It would tear me up inside."
Mal and Jay watched in fascination as Tariq sat up, bringing his face close to Levi's and compelling the younger boy to meet his gaze.
They expected a rebuke, impatience or even anger, and were astonished when Tariq pressed his forehead against Levi's and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Levi, you've gotta relax." He rubbed Levi's belly like one would when trying to settle an infant child's indigestion, except that under his meaty paw were a rigid set of abs.
"I know you can do it. You have to do it." There was just the hint of steel to the second sentence. "If the pain's too much, you focus on me. Focus on my lips."
"On your-?" Levi repeated in puzzlement before Tariq silenced him by closing the gap between their faces and pressing his lips to Levi's.
Levi was completely bowled over. He'd never been kissed by another guy before. Mal and Jay had enjoyed watching him squirm in discomfort when they made out in front of him, but that was as close as Levi had come to same-sex kissing. And now he was the subject of it.
His initial reaction was to keep his mouth shut even though Tariq's insistent tongue could've matched his cock for sheer force. Tariq transferred his fondling fingers from Levi's abs to his ass cheeks, which were still (after half an hour!) faintly red from the spanking he'd endured.
"Ahhh," squealed Levi as Tariq alternated between smacking the firm globes and then digging his fingers so deeply into their supple flesh that he left white indentations against the pink.
Tariq seized his chance when Levi's mouth opened to utter the squeal and slipped him some tongue. There was a beat before the dazed Levi stirred and responded in kind, their tongues wrestling for domination inside Levi's mouth.
Needless to say, Tariq won and shoved his tongue down Levi's throat, which still ached from his failed attempt to swallow his monster cock. The younger boy didn't just permit Tariq to take over - much to his own stupefaction, he found himself actively participating in the kiss, sucking face with the older teen like he would with a girl.
It took him several minutes to realize what the warm sensation in his core was: pleasure.
He was relishing this kiss! A fucking gay kiss with another dude! He should be freaking out! He should be pushing Tariq off him!
Instead he leaned into the kiss, allowing Tariq to rape his mouth as well as his ass while he clung to the linebacker's strong, muscular back.
As yet another barrier in Levi's mind came tumbling down, he realized belatedly that Tariq's oral and digital ministrations were nothing more than distractions. While Levi's attention had been concentrated on the kiss and fondling, Anaconda had been subtly but persistently prodding his backdoor. And with Levi lulled into a state of relaxed bliss, the tension in his core ebbed and Tariq, already 11 inches deep in his guts, could feel it.
That's when he made his move, thrusting his hips upwards and inwards. Mal and Jay, who had been watching intently and cottoned onto Tariq's diversionary tactics, timed their own act of yanking Levi's feet out from under him.
Gravity took over and Anaconda completely smashed through Levi's internal resistance, sinking its last two inches inside Levi as his butt connected with Tariq's thighs. Mal, who was filming up close, would later swear that he'd seen the silhouette of Tariq's monstrous cock snaking its way under the smooth skin of Levi's taut abdomen.
Levi threw his head back in anguish, flinging sweat everywhere. If Jay hadn't presciently clapped his hand over his mouth, his howl of agony would definitely have brought campus security running. Tears ran down his cheeks. He had never experienced such excruciating pain; it was like being speared in the guts.
"Are you still going to scream?" asked Jay after Levi had a few moments to adjust to the extra intrusion. Levi shook his head tearfully, and Jay removed his hand.
"I said I couldn't," he whined. "And you said you wouldn't force me."
"No, I said I wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want," corrected Tariq. "You relaxed your body; I could feel it, and I knew you were ready. I think I know better than you what you truly crave, bitch."
Levi stared at him in consternation. How could he turn this around on him? Just moments ago they'd making out like boyfriends and now he'd been reduced once again to nothing more than a bitch - a bitch who'd been skewered with 13 fucking inches of cock. His own dick, formerly stiff and dripping, had wilted from the pain. That had to count for something.
"But it hurts," he whined.
"It's supposed to hurt," retorted Tariq unsympathetically. "No pain, no gain. You think the privilege of being fucked by `Conda is free?
"Now if you're done whining, ride my cock. Or do I have to do everything myself?"
Levi was speechless.
"C'mon, bitch!" Tariq slapped his ass and nudged him along by bouncing him on his lap. "All the way up, till you've only got the head inside you, and then all the way back down."
Levi loathed that he was even contemplating Tariq's outrageous demand. Yet, almost mechanically, he raised his thighs, lifting his body until only the huge head of Tariq's dick was left inside him. He briefly wondered if he could just continue this trajectory, until he was free of his impalement.
Instead he found himself moving down again, like he was doing squats onto Anaconda, until he bottomed out on the massive shaft and his ass rested once more on Tariq's thighs.
He looked hopefully at Tariq, expecting to see some sign of satisfaction, perhaps even appreciation. Instead Tariq's lips were curled in a sneer and he returned Levi's gaze with undisguised contempt.
"You call that riding cock?" Tariq grabbed Levi's ass in both hands and lifted him up, and then began hammering his cock inside him with a vengeance. Rapid, powerful thrusts, without even the slightest concession to mercy. The term "onslaught" has been used but nowhere was it more appropriate than to describe how Tariq wielded his enormous schlong like a battering ram designed to demolish Levi's unfortunate ass.
The hunky youth began to wail but Tariq just mashed his lips against his to silence him.
"Hold on tight," he told Levi. With that, he abruptly stood up. Levi hadn't understood the instruction so didn't wrap his legs around Tariq's trunk until he was airborne. For a few agonizing seconds, his entire weight was borne by Tariq's mammoth member as his feet hung several inches off the ground. (Levi was tall but still half a foot shorter than Tariq.)
Then Levi's brain caught up and he hastened to wrap his legs around Tariq's torso and his arms around the older boy's neck, holding on for dear life. He flushed as he realized he was being carried in what he'd always considered the woman's position, off the ground, legs wrapped around the man's waist while he ravaged her pussy.
Make that HIS pussy.
Mal's camera was treated to a beautiful image as the blush spread over Levi's face and pecs, matching his ass that was already a dusky pink from repeated spanking. He already had so much terrific footage of the sweaty, pained boy getting his ass ruined, but now it was time for something extra special.
As Tariq gave the signal, Jay stepped up to the platform behind an oblivious Levi.
"I heard you're an old hand at this," remarked Tariq.
"N-no, it's my first time in this p-position," replied Levi shakily, not comprehending Tariq's meaning.
"Really? Jay tells me you're a DP pro."
Levi's eyes widened at the mention of double-penetration, and he finally noticed Jay's close proximity.
"NO!" he yelled.
But it was too late. Jay had already lined his hard cock up with Levi's already-occupied ass. His own equipment was not as impressive as Tariq's 13-incher but still a very respectable 9 inches long. He'd anticipated a tough time breaching Levi's overstuffed hole but the brutal, sustained assault by Anaconda had weakened Levi's defenses and it only took a couple of thrusts before his cockhead slipped in.
Levi buried his face in Tariq's shoulder and bit down. He didn't break the skin but the tooth marks would still be visible the next morning. But it didn't even register for the older boy, who was absolutely basking in Levi's steamy, silky, tight snatch. He had a lot of sexual experience (with both genders) but this was his first DP. His eyes shone with wicked glee knowing that he was about to enjoy it inside this very studly blond.
He fist-bumped Jay. "Let's do this."
Jay nodded and crammed even more of his dick into Levi. The hapless jock was now sandwiched between both Jay and Tariq's bodies. He was so sweaty that the other boys weren't sure whether he was wriggling in an attempt to retain his smooth legs' slippery grip around Tariq's waist or to free himself from his mid-air double-dicking.
Mal was able to admire the delectable contrast between the three boys' skin tones: creamy white (Levi), light mocha (Jay) and deep brown (Tariq). It probably explained why he had a late-night hankering for triple chocolate mousse - you know, the kind layered with white, milk and dark chocolate.
"All in now," Jay announced like a proud parent as he bottomed out inside Levi. He kissed Levi's slick back to commend him on taking this extreme anal violation but the jock just moaned pathetically into Tariq's shoulder.
For the statisticians in the crowd, Levi's hole was being stretched 4 inches wide by 2 cocks that were up to 13 inches deep inside him and boasted a combined length of 22 inches.
That's a sanitized way of saying he was widely and deeply - also well and truly - fucked.
If you're thinking, "Jesus, cut this kid a break" ... it might be worth pointing out that, although Levi was in considerable pain, his crippling shame owed itself to the fact that his cock had regained its hardness.
With all that man-meat occupying every inch of available space inside his guts, the pressure on his prostate was unrelenting. It was aided to no small extent by the friction from constantly rubbing his boner up against Tariq's and his own abs.
The mortifying outcome was that Levi was first to cum.
Tariq had already sensed the impending climax when Levi's snatch tightened around his and Jay's cocks, and whispered in Levi's ear, "Tell me again how much you DON'T actually want this."
Levi let out a whimper. He begged his cock not to betray him - especially not before Tariq or Jay shot their wads - but his treacherous member had a mind of its own, apparently intent on shredding the tattered remains of his dignity.
Mal captured the pivotal moment from every angle: Levi's face scrunched in despair, his dick spewing a substantial load onto his and Tariq's torsos, and the two cocks making mincemeat of Levi's ass.
Levi's orgasm had a domino effect; the other three boys also shot their loads within the next minute, Tariq and Jay breeding Levi's clenching back-passage and Mal adding his own spunk to the cocktail on Levi's crotch.
Jay pulled out and immediately there was a cascade of dirty cum from Levi's well-used (and -abused) hole.
"Jeez, what a messy fuck he is," complained Tariq. He also extricated himself and dumped Levi to the ground. "Clean that up. With your tongue." He used his foot to push Levi's face towards the stains on the platform until he was literally rubbing the younger boy's nose in the scum.
Levi was too worn down to protest and obeyed blindly.
As they watched him lick up the spunk, Tariq said, "Right, what's next?"
Levi's head snapped up. "There's more?!" he exclaimed in horror.
Tariq pushed his head back down with his foot again. "Bitch, I drop at least four loads in one night. You've only gotten one so far. So no, we're nowhere near done with you yet."
Levi crumpled to the floor, weeping.
Although Jay looked concerned, Tariq was not. He'd deliberately selected the mid-air double-penetration for his first fucking of Levi with a purpose in mind: go in strong and crush the bitch. Then the rest of the night would seem almost genteel in comparison and the bitch would be left with the impression that things weren't so bad after all.
Of course, the bitch would be wrong, but that was the well-known problem with first impressions, wasn't it?
Tariq fucked Levi on all fours while he sucked Mal and Jay's cocks. As blowjobs go, it was one of Levi's most lackluster performances; Mal and Jay were mostly smearing their pre-cum over Levi's face but neither was too put out because his expressions whenever Tariq penetrated him really deep were priceless. He made this really adorable O-face (over-represented in Mal's photos) that somehow encapsulated disbelief, distress, disgust and delight all at the same time.
Then Tariq fucked Levi missionary-style, with his shoulders supporting Levi's legs, while Mal squatted over Levi's face for an ass-eating. It gave Tariq the optimal angle to long-dick him, pulling all the way out before punching all the way back in with mercilessly rapid-fire thrusts. Mal got a terrific snap of Tariq biting Levi's calf playfully while he toyed with the younger boy's waving erection. How Levi felt about all this was expressed in his very cute moans that were muffled by Mal's ass.
After that little breather' (Levi didn't consider it one, but that's what Tariq claimed it was since he'd been on his back the whole time), Tariq fucked him in the wheelbarrow position. Holding that position for an extended period made Levi's arms ache something fierce, but not as much as his ass did from taking another deep-dicking by Conda.
Levi hoped that would be the end of it since Tariq had already cum four times, but Tariq had other ideas. He was going to push his limits in Levi's "honor".
It was an honor Levi would have gladly done without. (At least that's what he told himself.)
Tariq would cum twice more that night, once with his cock down Levi's throat (he progressed to deep-throating 11 inches) and another time with his cock inside Jay's ass.
The latter encounter took place with Jay being spit-roasted on all fours by Mal and Tariq, with Levi on his back beneath him. Levi had instructions to alternate between sucking Jay off and licking around Tariq's cock as it pistoned in and out of Jay's ass.
Levi was torn between the unfairness of Tariq not insisting that Jay take all 13 inches of `Conda and pride in his own ability to. That was enough to make him feel sick. Why would he even consider having his straight ass thoroughly defiled by another man's oversized cock an accomplishment of any kind?
At that moment Tariq roared as he came within Jay, and Levi experienced another unfamiliar emotion: jealousy. He didn't want Tariq wasting his seed on Jay; he wanted it inside him. He shut his eyes and scolded himself for even having such a degenerate thought.
He did get his wish when Tariq pulled out, because his load came gushing out of Jay's ass (how could Tariq still be producing so much spunk for his SIXTH orgasm of the night?) and splattered onto Levi's face. The balance he was ordered to felch out of Jay's ass.
Levi's body was a filthy wreck by the time his three fuckers were finished with him (between them, they'd cum more than a dozen times on and in him), but it was his mind that was an even worse wreck.
"Okay, now we're done," announced Tariq. Levi lay listless on the ground, exhausted and sore all over. He prodded him with a foot. "Get your sloppy ass out of here, bitch. The men need to talk."
The little dig at Levi's masculinity was effective. He flushed at the thought that a pair of well-established faggots and ... whatever Tariq identified as could be labeled "men" whereas he was not!
He dragged himself to his feet, wincing at the bolt of pain that reverberated through his ass when he stood. As he moved towards his clothes that were scattered around the room, Tariq held out a hand to bar his way.
"I didn't say you could put on your clothes. Go as you are." He turned Levi around to face the door.
Levi turned back to him in horror. "I can't go out like this! I'm naked! Someone might see me!"
Tariq's eyes narrowed. "Remember what I said about bitches not questioning their masters?"
Levi gulped.
"Besides, it's past one in the morning. If you encounter anyone, tell them it's a forfeit for your frat. It happens often enough that they won't check to see if you even belong to one." Tariq looked Levi over critically and added, "The cum's gonna be harder to explain, though."
Resigned, Levi mopped up the drying streaks of seminal fluid on his body with his fingers and then sucked them clean. He knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he wasn't going to be given any other choice to wipe himself down. No matter whose sperm it was, it always went down his gullet.
"We parked just around the corner from where we dropped you off earlier," Jay told him. "It's only about five minutes' walk from here."
If Jay thought he was being helpful, it went over Levi's head. He was dreading the trek to the car; given the sorry state of his savaged ass, sprinting for it wasn't an option.
He trudged wearily towards the door but Tariq's hand barred his way for a second time.
"Aren't you forgetting something? You still owe me for talking back just now. And those white cheeks don't look as pretty as they do in pink." He sat back down on the divan and gestured to his lap.
"Oh no. Please not that again!" begged Levi. "Anything but that!" His ass clenched at the memory of his earlier spanking.
Tariq ignored the plea and pulled him down onto his lap. Another ten hard blows landed on Levi's rump as he wailed piteously. Despite that, the blood rushed to his groin.
"Perfect," Tariq declared as he fondled the sniveling boy's glowing buns which radiated heat. "Now get outta here before I think of something else to punish you for." He eyed the younger jock's dripping hard-on. "Although I really wonder if it's punishment."
Levi didn't want to ponder that. Despite his throbbing ass, he fled the classroom like a bat out of hell, hands clasped over his boner.
It took longer than the estimated five minutes to reach Mal's car because he had to duck out of sight whenever he saw anyone. Despite his caution, he was spotted by a gaggle of drunken students returning from a club, who whistled and cat-called after him. He turned tail and ran before they could whip out their phones and snap pictures of his bright-red ass. He prayed that they were too inebriated to remember his face and that their cameras had only captured his rear view.
Finally he saw Mal's parked car and rushed to open the door - but of course it was locked. As he looked around desperately, feeling very exposed, the flashlight of an approaching security guard caught his eye.
He decided instantly to roll under the car and wait until the danger passed (and his erection died down).
Fortunately, he wasn't discovered, but the respite gave his mind an opportunity to contemplate the depths to which he'd sunk. He grasped at the fact that he'd been fed a Viagra before the evening's proceedings and chalked his uncharacteristic behavior down to it. He vaguely remembered Mal tutoring him about brain chemistry, and convinced himself that his had been momentarily altered by the little blue pill. It was the only explanation that remotely made sense to him, and he clutched at it like a drowning man would a life preserver.
It was a very quiet, very somber boy who got into the car when Mal and Jay eventually returned. He didn't say a word on the journey home - not even to ask what they'd discussed with Tariq after he left.
Not that they would have answered truthfully anyway. Their plans for Levi's future would be a secret ... for now.
**************** To be continued ****************
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