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Ritch went home during the summer between his Junior and senior year of college. He soon returned to all his old cruising spots, especially the park and the bookstore's alley. One of the clerks at the bookstore was a regular of his and often offered Ritch's services to other guys who came into the store. The slut thought he was being whored out, but didn't care of someone was getting paid for his time as long as he got some cock in him.
The blond had asked a few times for some help with a fantasy of his. He wanted the clerk to tie him up in the park and leave him blindfolded for guys to use. The guy liked tying the blond up in his apartment whenever he was home on break, but this was something new. It took a lot of begging and spending a weekend serving as the man's slave before he agreed to help.
"You've been a good bitch this weekend. My apartment's clean, you're hole's been bred, and you've taken care of my buddies. Never heard you say no to anything. Guess you've earned a reward. I'll leave you tied up in the park like you want."
"Really? Thank you, Sir."
About a week later, Ritch met his friend and went to the park. It was mid morning when they arrived and the slut guided them to the log He'd been bent over several times in the past. The clerk secured rope to four points on the log and then tied the ends to the bitch's wrists and ankles. There was no way Ritch would be able to escape on his own. The only way he would get free was if someone released me. Once he was secure, his friend pulled the back of the blond's running shorts down, lubed up his ass and fucked him fast and hard until he filled the with my first load of the day. Pulling the shorts back up over my ass, he patted the boy on the head. "Have fun bitch. I'll be back at some point to pick you up unless I get stoned and forget."
Things fell silent and Ritch dozed off for a little while. Footsteps alerted him to someone's approach. A hand ran over my back as it trailed down to his ass. There was a sound of rustling clothes but little else. The stranger's hands return to the slut's ass, rubbing them through the shorts. Ritch figured they were about to be pulled down. Instead the man grabbed both sides of the seam in back and ripped a nice hole in them. Moments later he slid his cock into waiting hole.
"Mmmm... Nice. Already lubed up with a load in you. Look hot all tied up like this, available for anyone that walks by and you can't do a damn thing but take it." He settled into a nice steady fuck as he long dicked the bitch.
He'd been fucking the boy for a while when a second person's voice was heard. "This party open to anyone?"
"Yeah. Found him here already tied up. Take the mouth if you want. I'm not ready to breed him yet."
Ritch felt a hand under his chin, lifting it slightly. A new cock pressed against his lips which he quickly opened. The new man rested his hands on the blond's hair and slid his cock into the boy's throat.
"Fuck. He's got a hot mouth."
"You should feel his ass. Feels like it's trying to milk a load outa me. He's gonna be a popular cumdum today."
The slut was too focused on his duties to consider the lapse of time. All too soon both guys picked up speed. The guy in his mouth grunted. "Oh fuck. Swallow my load."
The man using the boy's ass dug his fingers into the tender flesh as he pounded hard. "Shit. Gonna breed your nasty hole, slut."
Both men roared as they emptied their balls into the captive boy.
"Damn. I needed that. Thanks, cumdump."
Ritch's surroundings fell quiet once again. Hearing was the only thing he could rely on to let him know someone was coming. Eventually he did hear footsteps again. Once more a hand ran across his body, the sound of clothes rustling, someone spitting on his hole, and a cock being shoved deep.
The number of guys using his mouth and ass increased as Ritch guessed it was a little after noon, so the lunch crowd was there. From the number of voices, he could tell a group had formed. His mouth and ass were never empty for long. As soon as one guy would dump his load and pull out, another would replace them. No one asked if he was okay or wanted to be released, they just took their turn which made it extra hot for the slut.
"This bitch has too many clothes on."
"You're right. Guess we can fix that easy enough."
Moments later his shirt was ripped to shreds as the men using both ends pulled it from his body. The shorts were next as they were torn so the entire ass was exposed. Just a little of the waist band remained in tacked to keep them from falling away completely. The sound of his clothes ripping was enough to push the slut over the edge and he shot in his jockstrap.
"Fuck, he's cumming. Can feel his ass spasming around my dick. Oh shit. Gonna breed him."
"I wonder how many loads he's taken."
"Don't care. I'm gonna add mine to the mix next."
The next time his mouth was empty he had a request for the men around him "Anyone need to piss? I'm thirsty after giving all those blowjobs and really need something to drink."
A cock was soon placed in his mouth but held still. After a brief time a stream of piss began to flow. The boy happily drank it all down and enjoyed when the guy pulled out at the end to spray the last on his face. "Thank you." The cock was soon back in his mouth to work a thick load of cum out of.
As the day wore on, several more men found the bitch and fucked him at one end or the other. If there was a line waiting for his mouth or ass, a few guys jacked off and came on his head or back. Several more guys pissed on him or down his throat. Two men pissed in the boy's ass while fucking him.
It was hotter than Ritch expected by not seeing any of the guys that were using him. He was hard most of the time and had shot off into his jockstrap multiple time.
There was a lull in activity mid afternoon and even though all he could think about was getting more cock in him, a chance to rest felt good. Ritch's nose picked up something before I heard anyone getting near. Whoever it was smelled bad, there was no other way to say it. He finally heard a voice near him.
"You okay kid?"
"Yeah ,I'm fine. Be better if I had another cock in my ass or throat."
It was quiet for a moment. "What the hell." The guy came around to the blond's head and shoved his cock in my mouth. It tasted horrible and Ritch was sure his response telegraphed clearly. "You said you wanted to suck some dick, so get sucking. If you get me hard I might fuck you." The man laughed. "Sorry if it don't taste too good, I haven't showered in a couple weeks. Guess you can get it all clean for me."
Something in the slut kicked in and all of the sudden and he wanted to give the guy the best blowjob he could. He began sucking him like it was the last cock he'd ever get to taste. The bitch ran his tongue around it, trying to deep throat it as best he could with his restricted movements. The guy placed his hands on the boy's head and began fucking his face. The cock filled out nicely and began sliding down the throat.
Another voice caught the blond's attention. "Wondered where you disappeared to. Had to tie some kid up to get one of these fags to finally suck you off?"
"Found him this way and he said he wanted cock, so I'm giving him some. You can take the mouth if you want. I'm gonna give that pussy a try."
"Sounds good to me. I just gotta piss first."
"Sir, I'm thirsty from being here so long. If you'd allow it, I'd love to drink your piss before sucking you off."
"Got us a sick little faggot here I guess." He shoved his soft dick into my mouth and began pissing.
Ritch swallowed the best I could. Before he finished he pulled out and sprayed the last of his piss on the boy's face with a laugh.
He shoved his cock back in the waiting mouth to enjoy his first blowjob in months. "Don't forget to get under the foreskin. I haven't had a chance to wash it out for a couple days."
The slut worshipped the unseen man's cock while the other guy fucked him. Moans escaped around the cock in his throat as the other guys shifted between long, deep strokes to a hard pounding fuck.
"Might have to let the other guys know about this fag. Let them all have a turn at him."
With his mouth full all Ritch could do was moan his agreement. "Mmhmm."
"I think he likes that idea. First fag in a while that isn't too uppity to put out for guys like us."
"Pretty sure he doesn't care about anything but getting more dick in him."
They both lasted another ten minutes before filling the bitch at both ends with their load of cum.
As they pulled out Ritch expressed his gratitude. "Thank you Sir for allowing me to be used by you. I hope I can be of service to you again sometime no matter if I'm tied up for not." The slut was in a mental zone he'd never reached before and having two unshowered homeless guys fucking at both ends turned him on to the point he blew another hands free load into his jock.
True to their word, a few more of the homeless guys in the park took a turn at the bitch before the late afternoon crowd showed up. Just as the last two of the homeless guys finished filling the fag with their loads, they pulled out and hosed him down with piss, covering him from head to toe.
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Ritch lost count of the number of guys that had fucked his ass or throat. He also had no idea how much time had really passed since I'd been tied up.
Two guys were working him at both ends. One gripped his head tight as he shoved his cock over and over into the blond's mouth. The other acted like it was a grudge fuck with how hard he pounded the cum filled ass. All of a sudden both cocks pulled out causing a yelp from the slut. It sounded like the guys took off running in different directions.
Ritch felt exhausted and his body slump down onto the log to rest. Someone began to lift the blindfold off him. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light and he found himself staring at a police badge. With my arms and legs bound there wasn't much he could do but lay there and wish he could be swallowed up by the earth.
"You alright kid?"
Ritch weakly nodded.
"LT, any problem with me untying the kid?"
A voice from somewhere in the background could be heard. "Sorry. Not until forensics gets some pictures of his condition. They have to be the ones to remove the rope in case it's needed later. They said their five minutes out."
The cop near his head quietly spoke. "I'll try to make sure your face isn't in any of the pictures."
After Ritch was finally untied, the police officer and one of the forensic specialists helped him stand. He looked for his clothes to put something on before taking note that his shirt was in tatters as well as the running shorts were ripped to shreds. They were just barely hanging together from the anonymous fucks who thought he was over dressed. He tried to cover himself with the remains of the shorts, but soon realized it was a lost cause as the waist band finally snapped and the cloth fell to the ground. Ritch was left standing there in nothing but his running shoes and cum soaked jockstrap.
An officer was about to place handcuffs on the blond when someone stopped him. "Better not the way his wrists look."
The forensic specialist picked up what was left of the shorts and shirt and dropped them in an evidence bag.
Keeping a gloved hand on the blond's shoulder so he wouldn't run, the officer guided him out of the bushes to a group of police cars.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Ritch nodded as an automated response. Fear was quickly setting in.
Someone came over from one of the police vans in the mass of cars. "He can put this on." The man holding the plastic wrapped item leered hungrily at the blond as he looked at the exposed ass.
The handcuffs were removed so Ritch could slip into a forensic jumpsuit.
"I'm a. I'm gonna need that jockstrap for evidence processing."
Ritch looked between the officer and technician before sliding them down his legs and dropping them in the bag held out for him.
"Yeah. You probably just want another one for your collection. Gonna do a taste test to see if you can identify anyone?"
"Asshole. You're just jealous I get it and you don't." The lab tech headed back to his van.
Ritch was placed in the back of a van with several other guys that had apparently been out in the woods. He wondered if any of them were they last two that didn't get to cum.
The officer who had been by him since removing the blindfold opened the doors to the van. "I need you to step out." He helped Ritch step down and placed him in the back of a police cruiser where he and another officer drove him to the hospital.
"What are we doing here? I thought I was being taken to jail."
The officer who had been friendly from the start shook his head. "Just getting you checked out by the doctors. We need to make sure you're okay after all that. Those marks on your wrists and ankles from the rope look pretty bad. Not to mention everything else that happened."
The other officer who was not so friendly officer sneered at the slut. "You can do this voluntarily or we get a court order for it. Your choice."
Ritch agreed to cooperate.
They were met in the exam room by a member of the forensic team who collected Ritch's jockstrap and assisted the doctor in his examination of the blond. He collected lots of samples from the body as well as from inside. When the slut began to chub up from his hole being swabbed, the tech just smiled appreciatively at the boy's size. Several photos were taken of the makes on his body while being assured his face wasn't in any of them. Once the exam was completed, Ritch was allowed to shower. It felt good to smell like a normal person again. He was given fresh scrubs to wear.
"I'm gonna need that jumpsuit in the bag, please." The tech held out a paper bag for the blond to place the item in.
"You just can't help but take anything he's worn." The friendly officer chuckled at the glare he received.
A couple hours after being found and untied, Ritch was finally transported to the police station. The numbness of his situation faded as panic once again set in. He figured he was going to be booked and put in jail. If they hadn't already been contacted, it would mean his father would be told what happened. Fear over things he and his uncle had talked about flooded his mind since he knew his father was anti-gay and had banished one family member already.
The boy was placed in a cell for about an hour before he was taken to an interview room. The officer that found him came in with the second officer. One of them pushed a button on a console.
"Do you want an attorney present before we questioned you?"
The not so friendly officer placed a note pad and folder on the table. "You could likely be charged with lewd conduct, indecent exposure, and possibly other offenses."
Ritch was scared as hell and couldn't hold it back his emotions anymore; he began crying.
The officer that found him began the questions. "Why were you tied up and blindfolded."
"I was jogging. I heard another runner coming up behind me and moved to the right. Instead of passing me, the person paced me for a little while. When I went to turn my head and look back, something was put over my head and he grabbed me. I was told if I didn't struggle I wouldn't get hurt, so I stopped fighting him."
The second officer didn't look convinced. "Sounds like bullshit to me. Did you call for help or anything?"
"There was an arm wrapped around my throat and someone bigger than me lifted me off the ground as he was dragging me off the running path. No, I didn't call for help. It was a little hard to breath."
The friendly office came to Ritch's defense. "His clothes were thorn up and it isn't likely he tied himself up like that or put the blindfolded on.
The second officer kept pushing for information on who had done what. The blond just replied he never saw anyone.
"No one was willing to untie me and I wasn't in a position to say no to anything they did. You want to know what happened? I got fucked. A lot. Guys ripped my clothes off me instead of untying me. Guys fucked my throat and ass then walked off. A few of them even pissed on me. It all started with the first guy who grabbed me, tied me up, fucked me, and left me for everyone to use. There wasn't much I could do but take it. He felt a lot bigger and stronger than me."
"Are you gay?" Bad cop smiled as he asked that.
"Asking because you want a turn now or because you think if I'm gay that means I was looking to get gang banged out there today?"
The friendly cop had to cover his mouth to hide his laugh. "Okay. I think we have all the information we need. It appears you're a victim here. Unfortunately we still need to hold you as we process what we have and someone makes a decision on what to do."
Ritch was taken to a private cell and left by himself for the rest of the night. Even with the situation he was in, with how many guys that had fucked him while tied up, he wished he was in a group cell where the other prisoners would take turns raping him throughout the night.
In the morning he was once again taken to an interview room to meet with a detective and someone from the DA's office. The prosecutor handled most of the meeting.
"Do you mind if I call you Ritch? I've reviewed your statement and that of a couple men who were detained in the park. You obviously didn't tie yourself up out there. My department doesn't see where you did anything wrong, but there is still an ongoing investigation. We need your contact information in case we have additional questions and request you remain in the county until we conclude the investigation or you're required to return to your university. I'm sorry it's taken this long to clear things up. Unless the detective has any issues, you're free to go."
The rather gruff policeman leaned forward. "The only thing I'd add is it might be a good idea to stay away from that park in the future. If you remember anything else, perhaps about the guy who grabbed you, give me or the DA's office a call."
Even though Ritch wasn't charged with anything, his parents had received a call the previous evening from the police. A detective explained to his father what had happened and that his son was being held for the moment. His mother picked him up from the police station and was relatively quiet on the drive home. His dad confronted him as soon as he got home. After asking if his son was gay, Ritch responded, "Yes."
His mother tried to defend him by saying he got attacked and it has nothing to do with me being gay or not.
"You're over eighteen and I won't have a homosexual living in my house. I'm cutting off your allowance and no longer funding your education. I really don't care what happens to you now. Maybe you can go back to that park and find someone to take you home."
"Guess maybe I should have told you years ago when my brother blackmailed me for my allowance not to tell you or used me when his girlfriend didn't put out." Ritch left to go to his room. As he packed his things his mother appeared at the door.
"I've made arrangements at a hotel for you tonight. I also called your Uncle Owen. He'll get in touch with you later today." She looked unsure of herself. "Were you being honest about your brother?"
"Yeah, he'd been coming to my room at night since I was thirteen after he caught me with one of my friends. He still does when he comes home for a visit. Always threatened to tell Dad if I didn't do what he wanted or give him whatever money I had."
"I'll be having a talk with him in front of your father." She shook her head. "I'm not surprised you're gay. I've suspected it for several years. All I care about is that you is you made it home and weren't killed. As for your father, he'll be lucky if he survives the night. My husband is being an insufferable ass about this. I still love you and your uncle and I will make sure you're taken care of. If your father has a problem with my brother helping you, he can explain it to a divorce lawyer."
"Thanks, Mom."
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Dante's ten inch monster cock had been rock hard the entire time he'd been reading about the bitch getting gang banged in the park. A constant flow of precum leaked from under the thick foreskin and was rapidly licked up by the blond slut.
"Damn, bitch. I wish me and my boy's woulda been the ones to find you that day. My cock woulda been sliding into you before we untied you." He pushed the boy's mouth all the way down on his swollen dick while shoving a spit wet finger in the exposed ass. "You're old man really was an asshole. Now I know why you refuse to talk about him."
Ritch raised his eyes to meet his Sir's, but didn't remove the cock he worshipped to respond.
"What happened when Owen got a hold of you at the hotel?" Dante picked up the small body and slid it over his cock like a fleshlight.
The slut moaned as the big rod stretched him the way he loved. "He called me to say everything would be okay and gave the address to an apartment I could stay at until the police said I could leave the county. Uncle Owen texted me the name and phone number of the guy in the next apartment who would have the key for me. He also told me he'd make arrangements to have all my stuff moved out of my parent's house."
"Sweet. Already knew I liked the guy, but glad he took care of my bitch."
"My uncle stopped by the apartment my first night there and took me out to dinner so we could talk. He knew what happened and harassed me about being such a horndog and cumslut to be going to the park. He told me he was going to take care of my last year of school and pay for my portion of the apartment I shared with my roommate Carlos."
"I'm glad he was there for you."
"I am too, Sir. He had me promise not to go to public places like that for a while at least. If I felt the need to get gang banged and couldn't find it locally, he'd arrange a party for me in his dungeon or some other place. He did take me to bed and fucked me that night. My ass was still tender, but it felt so good having him in me, just like it down now with your huge cock in me, Sir." The slut moaned as Dante buried his cock deep. "That apartment was fun, Sir. The guy that had the key for me was always horny and happy to give me his cock anytime I wanted it. He sent some of his buddies over to me also."
"Gotta keep my bitch happy since you take such good care of me. Now ride my cock. I wanna breed you before you pay for me to take your Marine buddy out to dinner."
*** Thank you to those who have written me. Your feedback is appreciated and lets me know if I'm doing a good or bad job. DCRichpup@mail.com ***
I'm going to leave this as the last chapter, at least for now. I may add to it in the future since the slut has had many more adventures. While most of the messages have been fun and encouraging, as can often happen I've also attracted a few odd admirers. The guy using 5 or 6 different email addresses to contact me is a bit much and got weird.
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