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My Construction Dad part 8
Party at Tiny's House part 2
Buzzy gets on the floor beside me and feeds me shotguns of his powerful weed, his lips locked firmly against mine, breathing in when I exhale and then feeding it back to me. He keeps up this closed circuit till I'm dizzy. Only then does he take another hit and feed me some more smoke. By the time he's done my head is buzzing and I'm moaning and thrashing on the floor, begging for cock.
"Please, Louis Sir, fuck my ass," I say, fingering my hole. "Give it to me hard and deep. Make me yell."
I lift my legs to show off my hole with three of my fingers buried deep. Louis pulls my hand away and thrusts two of his fingers in. "Goddamn, Buzz! When's the last time you got off? His pussy is FULL of cum!" He adds a third finger and twists them inside me. "Pussyboy's ass is still tight! Tiny, how the hell you keep this boy so fucking tight, man?"
"His Daddy taught him some exercises and don't let him have no cock till he can squeeze tight," Tiny says. "Now fuckbitch keeps it good n' tight all the time 'cause he knows nobody wants to fuck a loose, sloppy cunt. Must be all that gymnastics he does too. Muscles snaps right back."
"Gymnastics, huh? I bet the little bitch is flexible. Bet you could twist him up like a goddamn pretzel and still fuck his ass." Louis puts his hands behind my knees and pushes till I'm folded on the carpet, my feet beside my head and ass pointed straight up in the air. His dark black face hovers above me and the cross around his neck dangles in front of my eyes. "Fuck yeah. Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!" This position puts most of his weight on my legs and his body arched over my bent form, his hard cock aimed right at my hole. He plants his cockhead right against my ass-lips and says, "Kiss it with your pussy, bitch."
I push out and give him a pussy-smooch with my hole and he responds by pumping into me in one stroke and pulling back out just as fast. "Ya like that, faggot? Give my cock another kiss." We set up a rhythm, him slamming into me hard then pulling out and then me kissing his cock with my hole to thank him. Soon my head is rolling from side to side and I'm almost keening with pleasure he's giving me with his cock. After about thirty of these deep-dickings he pulls back and drags my suitcase over to him. "I wanna hear this bitch really sing out. What kinda toys does the little whore travel with?" He fishes around for a while and comes up with two still-closed boxes with "Pleasure Rings" written on the side. He tears one box open and pulls out a series of bumpy rubber rings connected by a thin strip and then slides them down the shaft of his cock. He pulls the other one out and slides it on too, positioning the top ring just behind the bloated head of his cock until a knobby ring circles his shaft every inch or so and his cock looks like a ribbed instrument of punishment. "Pleasure Rings" is a misnomer; the guy wearing them might get something out of it, but they promise a very rough ride for me. Louis lifts and pins my knees again and gets his newly ribbed cock back in position. "Look me in the eyes and kiss my cock now, Pussyboy."
I look up into his black smiling face and his eyes are avid, watching me closely for the sign to pump that cruel weapon into my ass. I try to push my hole out but my body won't respond to the commands because I'm so afraid of what it will feel like. Louis' dark brown eyes stare into mine as he watches me struggle to overcome my dread. A smile splits his mouth and his white teeth gleam at me. He makes a hocking noise in his throat and spits a mouthful of clear saliva onto my face. "I told you to kiss my fucking cock with your cunt, faggot. You already got on my bad side once. You don't want to get me pissed off or I'll put a real hurt on your ass." I look up, searching for Tiny, hoping he'll stop this, but when I find his face he's grinning down at me, waiting to see my expression when Louis goes in. There won't be any help from him. Muscles trembling, I push my hole out and open for the inevitable. At this half-hearted sign of my submission Louis launches into my ass and starts reaming my ass out with his tool. The sensation of the rings bumping into my hole is so overwhelming and confusing at first that I can't even cry out. Each ring popping in or out through my sphincter scrapes it like spikes but they also massage my prostate like crazy till I'm not sure which is the more powerful sensation, pain or pleasure. It takes me a while to realize that the crazed ululating sounds ringing through the room are coming from me. I'm speaking in tongues of pain and pleasure, crying and moaning at the same time, rolling and twisting, torquing my body to get away. Louis continues to spit onto my face as he torments me with his cock. "Open your mouth, faggot!" He yells. Tiny's hands grip my head and holds it still and my mouth opens on command, without any will of my own. A clear strand of bubbly spit drips from Louis' mouth and dangles in the air above me before finally falling loose and dropping into my mouth.
Finally I find my voice. "Oh God please, Louis Sir, take it out. Please take it out!" His strokes get harder, meaner, till I'm begging him for mercy and crying out every time he hits home. He buries himself deep and grinds into me. "It's too big!" I cry.
"It's too big!' He mimics back at me in a girlish voice. "You ain't seen big yet, faggot. Tiny, shut the bitch up. Fuck his mouth." Tiny walks closer on his knees but can't get close enough until Louis spreads my legs wider and I am twisted over even more. He thrusts his cock into my mouth but with all my weight on my shoulders and my neck bent like it is, he can't get any deeper. He satisfies himself with milking his dripping pre-cum into my mouth while Louis ravages my asshole. Finally Louis rips the tormenting cock out of my hole and holds it in position. "Beg for it back in your cunt," he demands. I shake my head until Tiny grabs my hair and forces me to nod. A quick slam-fuck and then Louis is out again, back in position.
"Please," I moan.
"Please? Please do it again? Happy to, bitch," Louis says as he slams into me again. He repeats this move over and over again until I find myself pushing up to meet his thrusts as best I can even as I beg him to stop. Tiny lets go of my hair and backs away, grunting as he turns so his back is facing me. His buttocks lower until they're just above my face then his big hands grip the cheeks and pull them apart before he settles the rest of way down and his asshole is mashed against my lips. Caught like this, barely able to breathe with my nose crushed against his taint, I eat his hole with a fury while me moans above me. I use his ass as a distraction, scrubbing my face against him to get even deeper and French kissing his hole with my tongue, sucking at it and licking deep. Tiny responds by rubbing his hole all over my lips and face before bring it back so I can slurp at it some more. The whole time this is going on Louis slam-fucks me with his cruel cock until every nerve ending in my body is overwhelmed and I'm shaking uncontrollably. Without warning I'm crying out and digging into Tiny's hole at the same time, spraying cum into my shorts yet again while Louis laughs. "Thought you didn't like it, bitch. Thought it was too big," he says, before pulling free and standing. Tiny lifts as if he's going to stand then changes his mind, settling his hole on my mouth again and allowing me to pleasure him for a while before finally raising away.
"Help me move that bar over here," Tiny says. "Can't fuck his throat this way." Tiny and Louis each grab an end of the short bar and haul it to the middle of the room, where an African mask leers down at it from the wall.
"What the fuck's this thing made of, iron?" Louis asks.
Tiny grabs the African cloth curtain that covers the bottom and pulls the fabric away with the ripping sound of Velcro separating. When I was mixing drinks I noticed that it wasn't a very convenient bar, with its padded top that was difficult to balance glasses and bottles on and its short length. Now I know why. It isn't a bar at all. The legs are black painted four by fours with two by four cross braces to hold it steady. Thick galvanized eyebolts hide underneath the padded top and a storage bag at one end holds Bungee cords and leather straps. Leather cuffs with buckles are mounted on all four legs, waiting for hands and feet. No, this isn't a rec-room bar, it's a fuck-table built to keep a Pussyboy bound in place and at the right height for a hard fuck at both ends.
"Built it myself this week," Tiny says with some pride. He places his big hands on the top and gives the table a shake. It doesn't move at all. "That motherfucker ain't moving an inch and neither is the faggot on it." He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet, dragging me over to the table. "I made it for the Pussyboy's Daddy. Kind of a housewarming gift for the playroom he's puttin' together in his basement." Tiny looks at me. "That's right, bitch. Your Daddy n' me are puttin' together a special room just for you. I would say you're gonna love it, but I ain't so sure. All I do know is you're gonna get your holes pounded all to Hell down there."
With barely a flex of his great arms, Tiny lifts me to the padded fake leather tabletop on my back and moves me into position. A padded bumper supports my neck, but my head drops over the side, my mouth at groin level. A bumper at the other end supports and lifts my buttocks, placing my hole at premium fuck height. With two Bungee cords Tiny binds me with my arms held against my sides, crisscrossing the cords over me like he's lacing a shoe. Next he lifts my legs up and back and buckles them into place with a wide leather strap behind my knees till I'm folded up and ready for deep- dicking at both ends.
"Now try to get out of it, boy," Tiny says. I make a few feeble twists against the bindings but that pisses him off. He raises his arm back over his shoulder and gives my ass a powerful slap, the hardest he's ever hit me, and my ass burns like it's on fire. When I cry out he says, "I told you to try and get out of it, bitch! I wanna see if it'll hold you. You better be really tryin' or there's more where that came from." I start fighting my bonds, pushing out with arms and legs against them, writhing against the cords. I struggle and throw my head back and forth, kick with my feet but I barely move at all. While I strain Louis approaches and starts finger fucking me before pulling out and delivering a hand-slap to my hole. I lift my head to see him and his cock is still hard, standing at an angle from his torso like a knobby walking stick, bouncing with excitement at the bounty of boy-pussy in front of him, strapped down and ready for whatever he wants to dish out.
I'm bracing myself for his entry but there's no way to prepare for the thrust he gives me, slamming his thighs against my buttocks so hard I jolt forward even though I'm bound tight. The only thing I can move is my neck and that tightens and snaps up when he shoves his spiked cock in me at once. "Damn. You, see the look his face?" Louis asks. "It's gonna take me forever to shoot with these rings all over my cock. Gonna fuck his cunt in half before I get finished. C'mon, Tiny. Feed the bitch some cock."
As soon as Tiny steps close my ingrained training takes over and my mouth yawns wide automatically, ready for him to sheath his bull-cock in my throat. Rather than launching in he just pops in the head and lets me nurse it while Louis starts up a savage campaign against my asshole. I suck and lick all over the head, trying to keep my focus there rather than the continuing assault on my aching hole. Around the thick meat that connects his groin with my mouth I see Buzzy, Tyrell, and Slim-Jim gather round to watch these two use me in tandem. All three grope their cocks; Buzzy and Tyrell rub their cockheads all over my sore nipples making the still-attached bells move and jingle softly. When I hiss at the tugging sensation on my newly pierced nips, Louis moans. "Oh FUCK!" he yells. "Keep that up. His fuckin' pussy snapped down on me like a vice when you did that."
Buzzy and Tyrell place their long fat hogs on my pectorals, cover them with their hands and start humping into the crevices they've created. Tyrell must decide that humping my chest this way is too dry because he pulls his cock away and spits on my chest several times then smears it around with his mocha cock. Both men's cocks are pressed and sliding across my hairless, shaved chest now and at each pump they bump hard into the bells, pulling and pushing against my tender nipples. Each time Buzzy slides past the bell on his side it gives it gentle push. On the backstroke his fat cockhead snags the bell under the mushroom head and pulls back hard. Tyrell hits the bell on his side head on. He wants it to hurt. "Fucking white cumwhore faggot," he mutters. "Gonna fuck your bitch ass UP! You're gonna get so much nigga cock shoved up your cunt you ain't gonna walk for a fuckin' week!" The palest complected, Tyrell has a real hard-on for hurting a white boy. He beats his uncircumcised dick against my sore titty like a club, smacking it with his hard shaft.
"MotherFUCK!" Louis yells. "This bitch's ass is suckin' and chewin' on my cock! His asshole is BEGGIN' for another load of cum!" He slows down his fuck-speed considerably, until I can feel each knobby ring pass through my sphincter and rub across my prostate.
I don't know how to describe it. This incredible mix of pain and pleasure breaks over me. My nipples have been pierced and now they're being beaten with hard erections. Louis is fucking my ass raw with his ringed cock and enjoying my groans of pain. Yet my cock is hard as stone and I feel more intensely alive than ever. My prostate is riding the roadbumps on Louis' cock, tingling with pleasure. Tiny's cockhead fills my mouth, dripping viscous pre-cum by the mouthful. I latch onto it with my mouth and moan for more, sucking hard on the huge hunk of meat. Tiny presses in a bit and pushes his piss slit against my esophagus, plugging my throat.
"You wanna eat some cock, bitch?" Tiny asks. I moan and nod my head. "You want me to fuck your mouth with my big cock? Shove it in and give that clit in your throat a workout?" I suck harder and moan in answer. "If I give it to you, are you gonna give in and let me train you up right? You gonna stop asking questions and take orders like the Pussyboy faggot we both know you are?" I moan 'uh-huh' around his cock and smack my lips around his thick shaft, sucking and drooling to tell him I agree. "I don't know if I can trust you," Tiny says. "I wanna hear it outta your own mouth. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck your throat, bitch. Tell me the only lip you're gonna give me when I give you an order is gonna be on my asshole or my hog." He presses into me like he's going to finally penetrate deep but at the last moment whips his rod out of my mouth and spanks my lips and face with it. "Tell me all about it, faggot. Tell me how good you're gonna be and then you can show me."
I look at his massive meat upside down and lick and smack my lips loudly. "Please, Sir. Fuck my faggot throat. Give it all to me. Choke me with it, cum in me, piss in me, just give me your cock." A wave of sensation runs through from the attention to my asshole and nipples but it feels incomplete. I need Tiny's bull balls against my nose, my lips stretched wide around his thick shaft to make it whole. "Please, Tiny. Please Sir. Fuck my mouth. Oh please, Sir, I need your cock in my throat so bad. Fuck my mouth like a pussy. Gag me with your big dick, Sir. Please."
Tiny obliges me by stepping forward and brutally shoving his cock into my throat then pulling it free, streams of mucus still connecting it to my lips. "Mmm-MMM!" he says, ignoring the coughing fit I'm having from his sudden assault. "That the kinda throat-fuckin' you need, Pussyboy? You need a good, hard, face slammin' fuck thrown down your neck? Huh, Bitch?" He slams forward again, still giving me just over half of his log. He grabs my ears and pumps my face hard a few times before pulling his dripping tool out my mouth and smearing my throat juices over my lips, cheeks, and nose. "You want some more?" He asks. I nod my head frantically. "Well you ain't gettin' it again till you tell me about what a good Pussyboy you're gonna be. D'you accept that you're pussy now, pussy to be trained and used for a man's pleasure? You got two Masters now, faggot. Me n' your Daddy own your holes. Tell me you accept that and I'll fuck your mouth."
"Tyson," he says, surprising me with the use of my name, "this ain't no joke. You say 'yes' and you'll get what you want right now, but you're also saying you're gonna give me what I want, when I want it, for a long time after that. After that, 'no' isn't in your vocabulary anymore and neither is 'stop' or 'take it out'. You say 'yes' and you ain't nothin' but a Pussyboy fuckbitch from then on out. One hundred percent fuckmeat that gives up his holes at the snap of a finger." To sign his side of the contract, Tiny dribbles and smears pre-cum over my lips.
The heady smell of his cock and pre-come have me delirious, but I know that this is an important step. Most of what he says are things I already do. I have yet to say no to a hard prick, though occasionally I've offered some token resistance. What he's demanding is blanket permission to use my body as he wishes and I forfeit the right to refuse. I don't have to think long. Some part of me already gave that permission a long time ago.
"Yes Sir, Mr. Bulworth Sir," I say, using his real name to make it official. "I am your Pussyboy, Sir, fuckmeat ready for your training and use."
With that short statement I sign my will over and Tiny fucks into my mouth again, shoving hard until his balls are too close for my eyes to focus on and my lips are pulled taut and sore. His only comment about the gagging noises from me as I try to adapt to the monster inside my throat is, "Yeah. Choke on it, bitch. That feels fucking great!" He fucks my face hard and deep, using the battering ram between his legs to pry my jaws wider until his huge balls batter my nose and eyes each time he thrusts in. My breathing isn't his concern and he stays deep in my esophagus until I begin to choke again. "Drown on it, faggot," he says. He leaves it in a while, savoring the cock-massage he getting from my spasming throat. He pulls back just far enough for me to suck in a quick gasp of air before he pegs me deep again. In this way he teaches me to take his piston-thrusts as he gives them to me, to defer my own needs to those of his cock, to have his pleasure foremost in my mind. Soon my neck muscles stop straining and my head droops loosely over the side of table, reduced to nothing but a fucktube for men to use. "Oh yeah, cocksucker. Take it deep." He grinds and sets me to choking again. "Yeah, that's right. Gag on it. Milk my fuckin' cock."
I have entered a zone where all sensation is combined and my head is expanded. Slim-Jim has even entered the game now by fucking into the crevice created between my folded thighs and waist. Buzzy and Tyrell are still rubbing and beating their cocks on my nips and chest. All five men are using my body for their pleasure and each keeps up a running commentary of insults and demands. Their words fill my consciousness, blending into a cacophony of sex and submission. My submission, that is. "Squeeze me with that hot pussy," Louis says, immediately followed by Tyrell's grunted, "That's right, white boy, you're the one with a Master now." Buzzy talks to me like a lover, saying, "That feel good, baby?" as he and his friends use me. Slim-Jim contributes just moans until he pipes up with, "Goddamn. Look at the faggot's neck. You can see Tiny's cock goin' in."
Tyrell and Buzzy each put a hand on my throat and squeeze lightly. "Jesus. I can feel you fuckin' him, man," Buzzy says.
"Wonder if I can feel Louis?" Tyrell asks and presses down hard on the piece of abdomen between my folded legs. His fingers sink deep till they hurt and Louis picks up the pace again, reaming my hole out with his studded drill. "Oh fuck," Tyrell says. "I can. I can feel you fuckin' his ass, Louis. You too, Tiny. I can feel both of you pumpin' the faggot full of meat." His breathing speeds up and becomes gasps. "Oh shit, man. I'm 'bout to shoot."
"Shoot it on my cock," Tiny says without breaking his fuck-rhythm into my face. "I wanna feed it to him while I'm fuckin' his mouth." When Tyrell shifts and starts to yell, Tiny withdraws enough for him to coat the top of his fat log with thick splashes of cum like icing on a cake before screwing back into me and feeding me the load. Slim-Jim is the next to go and they feed me his load in the same way. Buzzy lets go without warning and it feels like someone has tossed a bowl full of hot lotion on my face, he shoots so much. Lots of it hits Tiny's cock too, though, and my mouth is filled with the herbal taste of Buzzy's jism. I swear it tastes of weed. I feel the cock in my throat swell and pulse when Tiny shoots and he pulls out at the last moment to spray my face with his cum. When he's done dumping his seed on me he pops his cock in for cleaning. The other three follow suit while Louis is still banging my ass.
"Tiny," Louis grunts. "You mind if I call my driver in to get a piece of this? If you wanna get this bitch trained, you oughta have ole Jonny take a crack at his ass. Gotta be his ass 'cause Jonny ain't never been sucked. He's too fuckin' thick for that, but he can sure put a hurtin' on a pussy."
"Sure. Why not?" Tiny says. "I got my nut and that'll still leave the faggot's mouth for the other guys when they get here. Go ahead and give him a call."
"Buzz, hand me my phone," Louis commands. "Slim, lift the bitch's head so I can see his face." Slim grabs me by the hair and holds my head up. The cum that was dripping into my hair reverses direction and starts running down my face. I catch what I can on my tongue and roll it around my mouth, savoring its flavor on my taste buds. Tyrell holds a thin cell phone to his ear, still pumping in and out of my hole and watching me. "Jonny, it's me. Naw man, everything's cool. No trouble. Listen, man. How'd you like to take a ride on a prime piece of boy-ass? I got it all hot and tenderized for ya'. Shit. Ain't nothing but a tight hole right in the middle of a sweet bubble butt. The faggot's Daddy started him out on cock and now he's a fuckin' cumslut. Yeah, he can take you. I'll lay money on it. In fact, why don't you bring your kit in? I think Pussyboy here needs the full treatment." Louis snaps the phone closed, cutting off the call. He spits a wad of saliva on my face. "I've been holding off, bitch. If I wanted to, I could fuck your ass all night, but you got company coming. Big company. I oughta dump my load all over your face, but you're gonna need all the lube you can hold to take Jonny-boy up your cunt. Thank me, boy. Thank me for greasin' up your pussy with my ball juice." He picks up speed again and really starts laying the meat to me. "Beg for it," he commands.
"Please, Sir, shoot it in me" is all I get out before he's yelling over top of me and his studded pole jumps inside, spraying my anal walls with a thick coat of his hot sperm. He keeps pumping his seed into me while the doorbell rings and Tiny goes to answer it.
"You better hope I don't get in the mood again, faggot." Louis says. "After I shoot once, it takes me a long time to get my nut a second time. A LONG time." Holy shit. He's been fucking me for what seems like hours already, though the clock shows he's only been at it for forty minutes. I don't want to know what he considers a long time. Louis finally pulls free of my hole and walks around to my head. "Now clean my cock off." The rings won't go past my lips, so at least I'm spared the hard nodules down my throat. I clean all I can from his tumescent rod with my tongue before he takes the Pleasure Rings off and I suck cum and ass juice off the whole length. Multiple voices enter the room. The next shift has arrived. "My man Jonny is gonna put your pussy in traction for a week," Louis tells me. "Your hole is gonna be so raw and tender afterward that fuckin' it is gonna be pure Delight! Sore pussy is the best damn ride of all, bitch, and you're gonna have you a real sore pussy soon."
I hear a hand clap against solid flesh. "Have at him, Jonny," Tiny says. "Bitch got another party next weekend to introduce him to some of the construction crew, so don't tear him up too bad. I want his hole nice and tight for that."
"Man," an unfamiliar voice says, "I don't normally have nothin' to do with no boy-ass, but I see now why y'all so hot on this one. Pretty as a girl and that red hole between his legs sure do look invitin'. Get 'im up off that table. Faggot's gonna help me get ready to pound his ass. Give him somethin' to look forward to."
Slim and Buzzy unstrap me from the table and help me to my feet. I've been bound and folded for so long that at first I can't support myself, so they each grab an arm to hold me up. They turn me around so I can get my first look at this new man, Jonny.
There's no two ways about it. He's big. Though not quite as tall as Tiny's 6'8", he's tall and has the exaggerated muscles of a bodybuilder. I can tell that even through his clothes. I try to get a look at the meat Louis has been bragging about but his pleated pants hide it too well, though even with pleats his bulge fills the crotch. His face reminds me of somebody but at it takes a while for me to place it. With his build, shaved head, wide, flat nose and milk chocolate complexion, he looks like the actor that was in "The Green Mile" with Tom Hanks. He grins in my direction, exposing a gap between his front teeth, but I know better than to mistake it for kindness. He's grinning because he's just been given carte blanche to fuck a pretty white boy any way he wants. He drops the soft- sided overnight bag he's carrying onto the floor.
He steps closer to me and says, "Boy's got some big ole suckin' titties on him. I'll say that for 'im. How ya' get these fuckin' bells off?" He reaches up and pulls at one of them, drawing a flinch and a hiss from me. Buzzy steps in and removes them because Jonny's blunt, rough fingers can't reach the small clasps. As soon as he's done Jonny bends over and takes my left nipple between his thick lips and begins to suck and pull on it. It's a good thing that I'm still being supported because the pain and pleasure that's running through me would surely drop me to my knees. He brings his teeth into play and bites them, moving from side to side until my hisses and groans are loud and drawn out in the room and my asshole, still tender from Louis' rough fuck, tingles and feels empty and in need of filling.
"You oughta see what the faggot's hole is doin', Jonny-boy," Louis says. "Pussyboy's cunt is hot to get fucked. His snatch is CHEWIN' back here, lookin' for a hard dick to fill him up!"
Jonny takes a nipple in each hand and squeezes till I throw my head back and suck my lungs full of air. The men supporting me let go of my arms and I drop to the floor like deadweight, pinching fingers never leaving my nips. Finally he takes them away and starts cuffing my head with light blows, rocking it from side to side.
"You got this bitch drugged?" He asks, cupping a hard hand around the back of my head and pulling me into his stuffed groin.
"Shit, no," Tiny says. "He got a little booze and smoke in 'im, but that's it. That boy's a fuckin' cockwhore down to the bone, gets high on gettin' dicked. He might piss n' moan 'bout what you do to him, but he fuckin' loves it. Shoots in his goddamn shorts and begs for more."
Jonny rubs my face over his packed groin with workout-calloused hands, humping my face. "Gonna see soon if he can take it," he says. "Boys ain't never been my thing, but I wanna see this pretty white bitch ride my hog. I'm gonna split his hole so wide you can drive a bus through it."
He steps back and starts to take his clothes off. His jacket goes first and that exposes an empty leather gun holster strapped to his side. This man isn't merely a driver.
"Oughta left your rig in the damn car," Louis says.
"Hey. I was out there happy as a goddamn clam, thinkin' 'bout Halle fuckin' Berry. You the one got me here in a hurry, offerin' up some pussy," Jonny says, not deferring at all. His fingers dance down his white cotton shirt, undoing it and spreading it wide. His pectoral muscles are like grapefruits and his nipples point to the floor. He looks at me. " Don't get me riled up. Pussyboy don't want to see me riled up." He strips his shirt off, exposing muscles like cantaloupes on either side of his neck. "So what do you want me to do? Hurt the bitch?" Jonny asks.
"Bitch likes to be hurt," Tiny says. "But don't leave no marks."
"Long as you don't consider a stretched out pussy a mark, you n' me ain't gonna have a problem," Jonny says, shucking his pants. "I ain't worried 'bout him bein' tight. They all tight."
After all this buildup, I'm disappointed when Jonny exposes himself. Don't get me wrong, he's thick and long, but I was expecting more. His shaft is definitely a two- hander, too big for my mouth, but I can take it up my ass. In fact I'm looking forward to it.
"Soon as he seen it, bitch blew you a kiss with his hole," Louis says from behind me.
"Don't know what he's askin' for, then," Jonny says, picking up the leatherette bag. He pulls out a large clear plastic tube, closed on one end. He reaches in again and hands me something that looks like a small bicycle pump. "He ain't seen it big yet."
He crams his fat cockhead in my mouth and my lips lock around it. His rocket- shaped shaft is too thick to go in but he wraps a hand around the back of my head and crams anyway. "Damn," Jonny says. "Sure as shit wish I could get it down his throat. I'd love to see them puffy porn-whore lips o' his stretched 'round my hog. You ever get this faggot's jaw opened up enough to take me, you give me a call."
"Don't matter none, though. He gonna help me pump it up, then I'm takin' the bitch for a ride." I lick at his shaft while he connects the hose from the pump in my hands to the clear plastic tube, big as a small aquarium in my hands. "I'm gonna put a hurt on that fuckin' pussy," he says. I start to pull away but he pops the head back in and tells me to be still. I'm on my knees looking into his eyes when his bladder lets go. He's looking right into my eyes as he pisses in my mouth. I clamp my lips around his cockhead and drink until his stream slackens and stops. "Ain't ya' glad I didn't waste that out in the grass, boy? Glad I saved that load of piss for ya'?"
As soon as I nod, Jonny lifts me to feet and turns me around. There's at least three new guys in the room watching but before I can take their details in, Jonny bends his knees and then straightens, sending that fat fucker up my ass. After that all I can see is the textured surface of the ceiling as my head snaps back and I pant out sharp breaths through my wide-stretched mouth. Buzzy and Louis have already tenderized my ass and made the nerve-endings sensitive and raw, so Jonny launching his thick meat-monster into me overwhelms my senses. He grips my hips hard with his weightlifter's hands and gives me a dozen hard pumps before slapping my ass cheeks hard and pushing me off. He spins me again and forces me back to my knees in front of his glistening, cum-coated cock.
"Hand me that," he says, pointing at the Plexiglas tube laying on the floor. He takes it from me and inserts his shaft into it then hands me the pump. "Get to work, faggot. You keep lookin', too. You pump that baby up and start thinkin' 'bout how it's gonna feel inside you."
I start pulling the handle back and forth. The pump works in reverse of a tire pump; pulling back on the handle creates a vacuum and Jonny's cock starts to expand in the plastic chamber. As I keep working the mechanism I feel someone approach me from behind and warm breath brings goosebumps to my neck.
"Your cunt's lookin' awful empty back here, Pussyboy." Tiny says. His arm goes around me and I see that he's holding my biggest dildo, the one I think of as the ass- buster. He withdraws it behind me and I feel the big rubber head against my ass-lips. "Now get it in ya'," he says, "and ride it while you get Jonny here ready." He places the base of the rubber ass plunger on the floor and when I settle down a bit my hole spreads over the exaggerated head. I'm not getting it inside me fast enough for Tiny though, because he reaches around and pushes down hard on my thighs, sinking it in. "Now fuckin' ride it deep and keep your hole ready for what's comin' next."
I ride the rubber rod and keep looking at Jonny's rod expanding inside the vacuum. My breathing is fast and I pump until the shaft fills the tube. He holds it in place and fucks into it, masturbating his grotesquely bloated cock "Look at it, boy," he says. "Gonna put the whole thing up your ass and give you a fuckin' you won't never forget." The long, broad tube, thick as a large can of peaches from the grocery store, is now packed with Jonny's suction-expanded dick.
"Damn. Look at him go!" Slim-Jim exclaims behind me. "Now that hole is fuckin' hungry to get pumped!"
I catch myself bouncing on the big dildo, riding its length almost all the way to the floor while I lick the plastic channel that Jonny's pumping into. The heat of his cock has warmed the plastic and I kiss and stroke it with my tongue as if he can feel it, rub my face against it, moaning deep in my throat. The sound shocks me, it's so feral and desperate.
Jonny backs away from me and slides the tube all the way down before rolling a thick black elastic band from the bottom onto the base of his rod and stretches it under his balls. He slides the whole contraption off and stands there with his groin thrust forward, watching my reaction. Even with his bodybuilder's physique the pumped cock sticking out is freakish, like a manipulated photo or a porno drawing. The shaft has become stretched and bizarre, inhuman and impossible, and Jonny plans to fuck me with it. Part of me wants it, wants it bad. Another part, the sane part I guess, is terrified of the dripping thing bobbling in front of me. Jonny grins at me, feeding off the look of fear on my face, and steps forward again, gripping my hair and stabbing at me with his mutant rod as if there is even the remotest possibility it would go in my mouth. Even the head is too distended to pass my lips now. The sensation is like being punched in the face by boneless muscle, solid and flexed.
"Just wanted you to get a good look at it first, faggot," he says. His hold on my hair tightens and lifts, bringing me to my feet, the thick rubber dildo rising with me until gravity starts to slide the heavy thing out of my already well-pounded asshole. Finally it falls free with a slurp and bounces on the floor before rolling away. Its size pales in comparison to the THING Jonny now carries between his thighs. Calloused hands turn me around and start to bend me over.
Fear overtakes me. So far everything that I've done, even taking Louis' ringed and studded cock and being used by multiple men, has been, well...somehow normal to me. Sometimes late at night I surf the internet looking at porn websites and some of the things I've seen there- men taking vast dildos up their ass or getting fisted- seem more like the province of freaks. I like to look at the pictures and the video clips, but their appeal has remained a hidden fantasy for me, not something I ever planned to try. That night in the porn shop, Tiny waved a gargantuan dildo in my face and I was repelled. With his suction apparatus Jonny has turned his cock into something almost that size and plans to put it inside me.
Tiny is there in front of me and I grab his corded forearms. I look into his brown eyes and appeal to him. "Tiny," I say, "I can't do this. Please don't make me do this. I'll...I'll jack Jonny off and drink his cum but this won't work."
No mercy interrupts the stern look on his face. "Oh, you're gonna jack him off alright, faggot," Tiny says. "You're gonna jack him off with that pussy between your legs." He pulls me close and lifts me into the air. Instinctively my arms go around his thick neck and my legs grip his torso like a vine, his stiff cock rubbing my hard-on through my cum-soggy fuck-shorts. He supports my weight in his hands, long thick digits crawling over my buttocks until two fingers from each hand penetrate me and start pulling my hole wide open.
Hot breath tickles my ears as he whispers words straight into my brain. "'Member what you agreed to earlier, Pussyboy? You don't get to say 'no' anymore. I decide what you're gonna take and I think you can do this. Naw. That ain't right. What I'm tellin' you is you're GONNA take it, even if I got to hold you down. Now make it easy on yourself and accept that and I'll help you. Fight me on it and you'll lose, but one way or another Jonny's bangin' your bitch ass with that fat hog you helped him get ready. And I wanna watch you take it."
"Know why your Daddy asked me to train you?" Tiny's relentless voice continues. "Cause we gotta get you ready for your summer job. Yard fuckhole, construction worker cum-dump- that's your job now. You gonna be workin' with tools, alright. That construction crew is gonna fill your box FULL of tools. Pussyboy bitch with a hole at each end, ready to serve any man that wants to drop a load in you. That's what you ARE now."
Against my will, Tiny's words excite me and I start to hump against him, rubbing against his big prong. He surprises me by covering my lips with his own and kissing me deep, something he's never done before. Soon his focus shifts and it's no longer a kiss but a determined tongue-fuck of my mouth and he thrusts into me over and over while I suck his tongue. My hips rock faster and grind against him, his sunken fingers still pulling my hole wide. He pulls his mouth away and speaks over my shoulder. "Bitch is ready. Go for it, man. Show that cunt of his who's boss." Tiny's fingers slide from my ass and grip my buttocks, pulling them open. Using his forehead as a prod he moves my shoulders back, my legs still clinging, and looks into my eyes. "Stay right there," he says. "I wanna see your face when he goes in."
Jonny spanks my hole with his swollen shaft several times before centering the tip and pressing hard. I keep my eyes on Tiny, as he told me to do, so I feel more than see one of his legs step back and form a brace against the force that Jonny's applying to my backside in an effort to push in. In my peripheral vision I see the faces of the other men gather round to witness my penetration by this monster cock. I groan out senseless 'Uhhhh' sounds as the pressure increases and Tiny starts to push back. My hole starts to give way, to begin spreading for the invader, negotiate its entrance. My cries grow lounder and it feels as though a fist is pushing straight through me, though my sphincter hasn't yet accepted Jonny inside. "MMM. I love seein' your face like this, faggot," Tiny says. "Oh yeah, baby. Twist that face up and take that big cock." He presses me forward even harder.
"Somebody get in my bag and get the bottle in the bottom," Jonny says. I hear scrambling, then Buzzy appears over Tiny's shoulder unscrewing the lid from a small brown bottle. He reaches to me and holds the bottle under one of my nostrils while holding the other closed with his thumb. I know from my Internet reading what 'poppers' are but I've never tried them. I take a tentative sniff. They smell of fingernail polish remover or magic markers.
"Take a bunch of deep hits, baby," Buzzy says to me. "It'll help open you up." His face carries concern and I trust him, so I suck the fumes deep in my lungs as he moves them from side to side under my nose. Before withdrawing completely he holds them for Tiny while he sucks them in too. I don't know what to expect, but almost immediately my heartbeat increases and I can feel the veins in my head pulsing hard and I start to feel dizzy and vague. Peripheral vision starts to blur next, until Tiny's eyes are all that I really see and it feels like there is an intimate bond between us that connects us closer than we've ever been before. The pressure between my legs is still there but has become pleasant. Suddenly it's gone from something I fear to something I want. I keep my eyes locked on Tiny and press back with my buttocks, unlocking muscles that until then I didn't even know I had clamped down. My gaze is locked on Tiny's pupils as he watches my face for signs and his grin gets bigger and bigger was my hole is opened and spread from behind. My eyes snap open when my ass-lips finally give way and Jonny's cock splits them wide and begins to sink inside me. I suck in breath to give out a yell but Tiny's lips cover mine again and cut it off before it finds voice. His tongue plugs my mouth and smothers it completely. Stretching, tearing pain rockets up through my body and feels like it's shearing the top of my head off, but still I suck his tongue like it's a cock while I keen deep in my throat.
"Oh shit, I'm in," Jonny moans. "That's some tight fuckin' pussy. Give the faggot more o' them poppers." Immediately Buzzy is there again holding the little bottle in front of me, watching me, awed at what I'm taking inside me, while I huff the fumes down through my nose and mouth. Once again warmth spreads through me and I push my ass out, present it for deeper penetration by Jonny's distorted prong. Before the rush dissipates I feel his solid pecs and his cut abs against my back. I reach down and cup his big balls in my hands while he slowly rocks his plunger back and forth inside me. I'm thankful that he's taking his occupation of my ass slow and easy. "What's it feel like, baby?" Jonny asks. "Tell Jonny-boy what that pumped^Öup fucker feels like up your ass."
"Jonny, it feels...amazing," I groan.
Tiny laughs. "Same damn thing he said when me and his Daddy went up his cunt at the same time. Takes a while to work him up to it, but this boy dearly loves something big in his ass. Real big." They walk with me sandwiched between them and Tiny eases my arms and legs from around him. He lifts me gently onto the padded fuck-table and leaves me laying there with my legs hanging over one end, Jonny firmly planted inside me.
"Help me turn him over," Jonny says. "I wanna see his face." Hands grab my ankles while others support my torso to keep me from rolling off the table and they roll me onto my back. The achingly tight fit between Jonny's cock and my hole as they turn me leaves me panting and gasping. Jonny gives me his gap-toothed smile and grips my ankles, pulling them apart like a wishbone. His strokes get longer and speed up a little. "Lookit his face. Faggot is fuckin' groovin' on my pussy-pounder! Goddamn drunk on it!" The feeling is indescribable to me, painful, warm, pleasurable, stretching, tight, so invasive that the only thing that could be more intimate is if Jonny held my heart in his hands while it beats in my chest. It strikes me that the name-calling and slapping, the spitting and insults were all to get me to this point, to break me down until I could take this freakish cock inside me, to reduce me to a wide open cunt with no thought but to serve. I'm still uncomfortable with my ass being called a pussy or a cunt because I am not a woman nor do I want to be but, through steady increases of pain and pleasure, these men have taken me once again to a place where I am completely receptive to them and their cocks. Their aggressive desires have become my pleasure and satisfying them with my body is my only thought.
"Fuck my cunt, Jonny," I moan out. "Screw my faggot pussy and give me your load." His pace picks up and I roll me head from side to side, looking at the bounty of hard black cocks hovering over my face. I grip one at random and clamp down on it with my mouth, before grabbing hold of two others and masturbating them best I can. I move from cock to cock with my mouth, sucking and moaning around them.
"Oh man, he's grabbin' onto my fuckin' cock!" Jonny says. " I think he's 'bout to shoot. Pull those shorts down. I wanna see him cum." Deft fingers roll down the lycra shorts until my own hard dick is exposed, my shaved groin soaked with the loads I've shot before. A hand lifts my meat and angles it away from my body and that small touch is enough to send me over the edge. Splashes of my own semen hit my face like hot rain while Jonny bellows above me like a gored animal, pulsing and dumping his own big wad inside me. We rest there panting for a long time before Jonny gently slides out of me. Both of us gasp as if we're having something vital removed from us when he pulls free from my hole with an audible pop and our intimate connection is broken. "Baby, you are a fuckin' PRIME piece of ass," Jonny says and I receive it like the best compliment I've ever had.
Louis takes his place between my legs and examines my hole. "Now THIS is what a fucking slut-pussy oughta look like," he declares. "Loose, sloppy, and drippin' with cum." He gives me an open-handed slap between my legs and I groan with satisfaction. I feel his fingers against the opening and give out a yelp when his whole hand disappears inside me and my sphincter wraps around his forearm. He laughs when I cry out in joy from the massaging and prodding of his fingers. "Pussyboy likes bein' a hand puppet," he says. He twists his hand inside me and removes it dripping with the multiple loads I've taken before inserting his fingers into my mouth for cleaning. He does this multiple times before declaring, "Listen up, men. It's party time. He ain't got it in him to say 'no' to anything. He's wide open and ready for business. Line forms to the back of me."
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Tiny and I barely speak on the drive back to my house the next afternoon. I lean in the seat on one butt cheek, keeping as little pressure as possible on my aching hole. I lean my head against the glass and watch the scenery go by, my mind filled with a running loop of scenes from last night and today. I feel as though I'm in shock, both mentally and physically, and I didn't get any sleep last night. I've been fisted and double- fucked, bound and spanked, and I crawled back for more.
Not everyone stayed over but some did and just when I'd think I'd been forgotten and had time to rest, a hand would slap my ass or grab my hair and it was time to get in position again. This morning at 4AM when the house was dark and finally my thoughts had quieted down enough for me to doze off Tyrell roused me off the floor as if he'd set an alarm to keep me awake, demanding oral sex and a rough fuck that set my burning hole aflame again. Finally finished, he put a vibrator in me with an "X" of duct tape across my buttocks to keep it held deep while it buzzed and rumbled in my guts. He went back to bed and told me to get breakfast started, making sure that I knew exactly how he liked his coffee.
Tiny was up soon after and he sent me to wake the sleepers and offer them my mouth to assist with their morning hard-ons. It turned out to be full service and I took care of their distended bladders too. Louis pulled me into his bed and removed the vibrator from my hole and replaced it with his cock. As soon as he dumped his load in my ass he pissed inside me too and said, "Take that to the bathroom for me." After that he rolled over and went back to sleep.
When I dressed to go home I discovered a pale blue linen envelope with ten hundred dollar bills in it and Louis' cream-colored, embossed business card. A note inside says, "Call the number on the back of my card if you ever need anything. L." Sitting here, I turn the card over and over him my hand, thinking about what it reads, "Louis L. LaRouche, Pastor, Tradeways Baptist Ministries." I thought he was a gangster or a drug-dealer, something like that. I would have never guessed that the man who enjoyed fucking me so much with his studded cock was a preacher.
"You all right over there?" Tiny asks.
"Yeah. I'm OK," I say. "Tiny, was Louis in prison with you?"
"Pastor Louis? Hell no. I know him from there, though. His church has got an outreach program in the state pen." His voice breaks into a chuckle on the word 'outreach'. "He used to spend a lot of time ministering to that cell-block Pussyboy I told you 'bout." This makes him laugh outright.
"Yeah. I bet he did," I say. "He gave me his card. And some money."
"He took a real shine to you, Pussyboy. You hold onto that card, cause his number's the one you want to call if you ever get in trouble and need some help. I don't mean for no speedin' ticket either. Ole Louis has got connections all the way up to the Governor, so you use that if you're in a real jam. He asked me if you could drop by his office sometime for some private counseling. I told him that was up to your Daddy. And don't worry 'bout that money none. Consider it a tip for a job well done."
With those words I go from being a slut to being a whore.
He sighs heavily "Listen, Ty. If wearin' those nipple rings really bothers you, show 'em off to your Daddy then take 'em out 'fore you go to school."
I smile at him. I know it's weak looking, but it's all I can manage in my worn out state. "No, Sir. I'll leave them in." I quote his words back at him. "Any man with eyes knows I'm a Pussyboy. These are just to show that somebody already owns my ass."
"You're learnin', boy. You're learnin'. We're here," he says as he pulls up into my Dad's driveway. "You tell your Daddy I said 'thank you' and I burned him a DVD of last night's festivities."
"I didn't see a camera last night." Shit. I was hoping what happened last night would remain between the men that were there and me.
"I hid a camera behind that mask on the wall. Some of those guys might not have wanted to be taped, but I knew your Daddy would get a kick outta seein' what went on. Make sure you give it to him, 'cause I'm gonna ask 'bout it later. See ya' next weekend, Pussyboy. Better work on gettin' that hole nice n' tight for your introduction to some of the crew."
I step out of Tiny's car and flinch at the ache in my asshole. As I approach the door, for the first time ever I hope that Daddy isn't in the mood to use me. For some reason, he wouldn't let me give him a blowjob before I went over to Tiny's, so the odds aren't on my side. When I enter the house I hear hammering from the basement, where Tiny says he's putting a playroom together just for fucking me. I approach the steps with some dread. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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I'm bangin' away at a nail, in a foul fuckin' mood, when I hear Tyson on the steps. I turn and see him halfway down the basement steps and I don't know what I'm feelin' stronger, lust or anger.
I set up a date for last night with a pretty little cocktail waitress from a bar some of the crew hangs out at. We flirted back and forth for a while and I asked her out. Both of us knew the score, so this wasn't some candlelight dinner kinda thing. More like a few drinks before headin' over to her place to fuck. I didn't want Ty to know about it and for some stupid reason I felt a little guilty 'bout it, like I was cheating on him or somethin'. Weird. Everything's goin' great between me an' Jeanie and she's makin' it clear to me that she's into me in a big way and we end up at her place in bed. I'm lookin' forward to a piece of real pussy for a change instead of boy-ass, no matter how good it feels. Things're just getting' started when she starts bitchin''bout how I'm squeezin' too hard on her titties. I back off a little and we get started again and suddenly she's yellin' at me to stop pushin' on her head when she's tryin to go down on me and meantime the bitch is scrapin' my cock to pieces with her teeth. I laid there like my fuckin' arms were tied to the bed and it went a little better, right up 'til she climbed on top of me and sank my cock in her snatch. She's makin' noises 'bout how good it feels in her but when I try and give it to her good she's yellin' again, sayin' that if I don't take it easy she's gonna start screamin'. We gave it one more try but for the first time in my life I couldn't keep it up. I wanted grab hold of her and give her a good hard throat-fuckin' then cram it up her ass. Yeah. Her ass. Last thing I need is her slappin' me with some kinda assault charge or worse, so I said I'd had to much to drink and how I was still missin' my wife. The whole time I'm gettin' dressed she's holding a sheet up like I'm gonna rape her or somethin' if I see a flash of titty. On the way to the door she's sayin' shit like, "Oh, we oughta do this again sometime," but we both know she doesn't mean it. This is it. Last thing she says to me before she closes the door is, "Your wife sure musta liked it rough, Vince." I'm standing there outside her apartment thinkin', "Not my wife. My son. My son is the one that likes it rough and now I like it that way too. I like it a lot and I wish he was here so I could grab his head and feed him my cock hard and fast."
And now here he is, the reason I couldn't get it on with a pretty little waitress. He walks the rest of the way down the steps dressed in that stupid shirt and bowtie that Tiny wanted him in. He's sayin' something about a DVD that Tiny made for me and he opens up the bag of tricks I sent him over there with and pulls it out. I go over and pop it into the new DVD/TV setup I bought for down here. He's lookin' down at what I've been workin' on, a floor mounted sawhorse with padding over the cross brace and cuffs on each leg. The DVD starts but I jump ahead a little to get to some good stuff and there he is, gettin' his ass nailed by a big black dick studded all over with bands and bumps like somethin' out of a horror movie and he's layin' there beggin' for more until somebody shuts him up with another cock down his throat. I turn the volume up till it's blasting and leave it on.
I walk over to him and he's lookin' down at the floor like there's somethin' interesting down there, his puffy lips lookin' red and tender. I grab and pull his shirt open and send buttons flying. I see the nipple rings that Tiny put in and I grab his titties hard until his head snaps up. "Get those pants off," I yell over the video soundtrack of him getting' reamed out by a big one. He slips 'em off quickly and stands there while I walk behind and grab his ass and slide my fingers to his hole. The soundtrack of the DVD is almost so loud that I can't hear him hiss when I touch his cunt, but I see him flinch.
"What the hell did you let 'em do, faggot? Bring a goddamn donkey in there to fuck your ass like some Tijuana sex show?" He's loose, but he's clean back there like Tiny promised, freshly washed and lubed, ready to go. I shove four fingers in his cunt and he twists up his face like it's killin' him or somethin'. The growing tent in the front of his fuck-shorts puts the lie to his little act though. I push him down over the sawhorse and cuff his hands. I'll get around to his mouth later. I'm too fuckin' horny to undress so I just undo my jeans enough to get my cock out and shove it in him. He's yellin' on the TV and he's yellin' in front of me while I pound his hole good n' hard. Things ain't so bad. From where I'm standin', balls deep in my squirming boy, things feel pretty fuckin' great.