Continued from Skinhead Construction 11: /nifty/gay/encounters/skinhead-construction/
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With my jaw sore and the taste of four dudes cocks my mouth, Josh and I left the back room and headed out of the bar. We got some strange looks from a few people as we milled through the thick crowd of local studs. Back out into the fresh air one thing was for sure in my wasted haze. Though I enjoyed the fuck out of sucking off the group of studs, I was going to get even with the young skin for setting me up to be the bitch.
On the walk home it hit me that my hole was still aching from Josh`s re-size earlier in the evening. Though it was still sore it was itching for more fuck. I was plowed three sheets hard and I wanted more raw rough cock in, feeling like a little bitch in heat. I was just about to drunkenly demand Josh pound me again as we turned the corner onto his dark street and his cell phone rang. The conversation was short with him saying, "Yeah. Yeah. Uh huh. Yep. Sounds good". He listened and looked at his watch briefly and finished up by saying, "Cool. See ya". He flipped the phone shut and smirked at me. "What?" I said. "Nothing bro.", he answered.
The warm humid air of the musty old house hit me as the creaky wooden screen door slapped shut behind me. We stumbled through the dark, down the hallway as I followed Josh. We passed his room and he opened up the door to another befroom flipping on the light. My jaw dropped open when I saw what was inside. The room was painted black and neat as a pin with a full gallery of sex toys and bondage equipment hanging on the back wall. There were leather straps, chains, dildos, plugs and other evil devices I didn't immediately recognize. In the center of the room lit brightly with halogen track lights was a black padded leather bench with a heavy wooded stockade on one end. Looking medieval, it had a large hole in the center for a neck, and a small one on either side for your wrists.
"What the fuck is this?", I asked in my drunken amazement. Josh smiled and said, "This is our little play room. Well. it's mostly John's........ What do you think?". I walked around the what I realized was a fuck table and marveled at all the wicked tools and toys hanging on the wall displayed in a symphony of organized fagotry. "Wow", is about all I could say. "Pretty cool huh?", the young skin punk encouraged. As I looked around the room I noted a couple of small video cameras mounted here and there and pointed at them with a quizzical look on my face. "We make videos and post on the web", he said with a slightly bashful look. "Sometimes we do live webcam too. John has his own website for them. He gets thousands of visitors a day on it!"
My jaw dropped open again as I looked at him in continued shock. He went on....."It's a lot of fun. We do role play, bondage, whatever." I continued looking at all the toys in amazement. "You should try it", he said. "We should make our own video ". I looked at him in horror. "Oh I cant do that! It'll be on the internet forever", I said. Josh laughed and said, "We wear masks so nobody knows who we are." He pointed to a collection of zippered leather hoods and assorted face masks on the wall and smiled with an encouraging grin. "You can do it all, and share it with the world. It's a beautiful thing". "You mean you really want to film a video of us?" I asked. "Sure. Why not," he replied excitedly. "It'll give you something to watch at home on the net and get off to, knowing it's us doing it". He smiled expectantly at me, waiting for me to say yes.
I was three sheets, horny as fuck and I wanted his beer can cock to punish my hole raw again. "What the fuck!" I said, "Why not. What do we do first?" He rubbed his chin as if he was pondering and then said, "Let's strip naked and then put our socks and boots back on. That'll look cool on video. Viewers love butch guys with boots." My cock got hard as we peeled off our boots, then our Levis and T-shirts, then our underwear and let them fall to the floor. We both slipped our leather work boots back on and tied them up. Josh grabbed our clothes and walked them to his bedroom and came back, his cock sticking straight out and swinging.
He reached up and grabbed a black leather zippered hood from the rack and showed it to me. "I think this will fit you. You ever wear one of these before?" I nodded "no". Smiling with a devilish grin, he unzipped it and slid it over my bald head. As he slowly zipped it shut over my skull, the smell of leather, dick and man sweat flooded my senses. It had been used many times before and I soon realized the inside of it was crusted with past sexual fodder. It had zippered eye openings which were opened, allowing me to see. There was a fixed round opening for my mouth and it had small breathing holes in the nose shaped indentation on the front. My head and face were now bound in tight black leather. He wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock and said, "How does that feel? Is that comfortable?" I nodded yes. "I was not sure if he meant the hood or his hand around my dick.
He then stepped over and tilted open the top half of the heavy timber stockade. "Get up on the table here on your stomach and put your head and arms in here", he said. My stomach and nerves twitching slightly I trusted him and crawled up onto the leather fuck bench and placed my neck and arms in the indentations of the wood block. The fuck bench was narrow allowing my knees to rest on lower padded planks on either side, serving up my ass in traditional doggie style. The bench was short enough that my dick and balls hung downward over the business end. I was positioned much like a rider crouched low on a sport bike. I bet I looked just as deliciously fuck-able too.
"OK, I'm gonna lower this now. You good with that?", he said. I nodded yes as he closed the heavy timber stockade over my neck and wrists. I swallowed hard as I felt the stockade lock down over me and heard the young skin punk clank the steel bolt latch in the locked position. "There, you aint goin nowhere now cowboy", he taunted. My heart skipped a beat as he continued the game by cinching me down the to bench tightly with a leather strap over my torso. He cinched shackles tightly around my legs to the lower planks, just above my new leather work boots. I was now locked and tied to the fuck table without recourse. I was at the young skin punk's mercy now, I had to trust him. Josh then stepped around in front of me and zipped my eyes shut.
"OK bro, I gotta boot up the computer and get the cameras turned on", I'll be right back. "Just relax and don't go anywhere". He laughed and then stepped out of the room, shutting the door. My brain reeled in a sweaty confinement of isolation, excitement, and drunken buzz. My cock was wet with the ooze of juices as my itching puckered fuck hole bore all to the open air. It seemed like tens of minutes went by. I heard his steps back and forth in the hall occasionally and some rustling around in his bedroom next door.
The sound of my heart pounding grew louder in my head as I heard a couple of cars coming down the driveway next to the blacked out window of my dungeon. Car doors shut, and then I heard that creaky screen door opening then slamming shut at the back porch. Then there were more steps shuffling on the hardwood floors, and other voices. I tensed up began to sweat as the muffled conversation of Josh and other men down the hall got louder, spiked with laughter and excitement. The steps went by the door and into the room next door. I heard shuffling and muffled conversation over my racing pounding heart.
Then the door opened followed by the sound of multiple pairs of boots on the wooden floor. The smell of the sweaty men giving off the odor of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room as they shuffled in and surrounded me. As I lay strapped to the fuck table, blind and bound, the smell of ripe cock began wafting into my nose holes. I then felt a palm patting my leathered skull and the voice of the skin punk whispering softly in my ear hole, "I got a couple friends here that wanted to be in our little movie too...... Enjoy the ride cowboy". Patting me on the head he stepped away with a short laugh.
Hearing a plastic cap pop off something, a felt pen began writing something across by bare back, spotlighted brightly for the cameras. The men in the room let out a chuckle or two. I didn't immediately recognize any voices. Then Josh announced "Cameras on, we're rolling!" As I felt a pair of rough palms spread open my cheeks the men oozed and ahhed. A sharp stubbled face and a wet slithering tongue descended upon my itching fuck hole and began licking and sucking me with violent abandon.
As my body fought against the strapping in response, Nine Inch Nails came on loud from the wall mounted speakers in the dungeon.........
you let me violate you.......
His tongue slithered and his lips smooched my rosebud hungrily. He sucked my hole and slurped my ass juices, the remains of the sunk punk's fuck from earlier in the night. He ate me like a starving pig, tongue fucking, then sucking, then slurping.
you let me desecrate you......
I smelled a cock near my face. A pair of hands grabbed my leathered skull as a hairy dick slid through the mouth hole slowly, letting me find my way around it. His cut cock tasted salty and sweaty just like I like it, a fresh new cock to suck. As the other one continued tongue fucking and slurping my asshole he pushed his dick deeper into my mouth as I began sucking and slurping on him. He was long as he bottomed out in the back of my mouth but his body or balls never touched my chin.
you let me penetrate you......
The tongue at my pucker got replaced by a pair of sandpapery fingers, probing my swollen gate with warm lube. His rough hands slathered my shaved hole and slithered into it playfully as my mouth caressed the leaking hairy meat or Mr. Long. I then felt the bottle of lube gently inserted into my hole. He then squeezed the plastic bottle squirting a healthy bit of it inside my chute. His fingers continued massaging my fuck hole, slipping and sliding faster.
you let me complicate you.......
The boots shuffled around the floor some more as the music pounded loudly through my head. His dick pulled out of my leather mouth hole replaced by Josh's thick familiar uncut tool. The thick mushroom came through slowly as his hands held my skull tightly. My tongue slithered into his foreskin were it has just been an hour ago. I playfully bit at his dick head, giving him a little nip of pain to get him back for once again looping me into another gang sex scene. He slapped my leathered head and shoved his thick rubbery meat deeper into my mouth, stretching my jaw open against the tight leather hood and began skull fucking without apology.
I want to fuck you like an animal.........
Mr. Long's blunt cock head pressed up against my hole and slid deep into my chute in one deft motion, causing the lube to squirt out and run down my balls. His rough palms clasped tightly around my lower torso, he began plowing me deep and hard with all his weight right out of the gate.
i want to feel you from the inside..........
He must have had a 10" cock as he tapped the bottom end of my chute roughly, causing me to shudder and wince as his head probed my inner bowel openings repeatedly. His shaft traveled the full length of my dripping chute as the lube continued dribbling and running out all over the place.
i want to fuck you like an animal...........
Josh's uncut meat continued plugging my face as I struggled to continue sucking him under the rising assault of Mr. Long. His cock was releasing some more of its sweet pre-cum which I was lapping up as fast as I could as his flavor was fast becoming one of my favorites. Mr. Long pulled out of my slimy wet hole and a new pair of palms laid on my lower back.
my whole existence is flawed.........
A thicker dick slid into my dripping red nest and spread me open a bit more until his groin pressed against my butt cheeks. "Uuhhhhh fuck! You got a nice loose ass there Boots!", the failiar voice said. My mind reeled as I recognized the rough gravely voice of the ex-marine I'd sucked dry earlier at the bar. As I would have predicted the Rough Grunt began showing me his soldier might, butt fucking me rough and fast, slapping my back with stinging smacks. I had wondered what his blond haired cock would feel like in my ass, now I knew.
you get me closer to god.........
My ass hole was now raw and numb, a receiver of multiple men`s lust, a giver of dirty pleasure. Josh pulled his dick from my leather mouth and Mr. Long's greasy cock head probed in next. Sloppy with lube and pungent with ass grime, his cock roughly shoved into my mouth hole. My tongue worked against the distaste as Rough Grunt jack hammered me violently at the other end. The ex-marine grunted "Uuuuhhh fuck! Uuuhhhhhh Yeah! Pressing his weight against me. With a few short rampant bursts he bred me with a flood of his warm soothing juice and slapped me in the middle of my back with the flat of his palm, the sound of the stinging crack echoed in the room. "Fuck yeah!
help me tear down my reason....
Just as the Rough Grunt had dumped his manly gift into my burning shitter, Mr. Long pulled his fuck stick from my mouth hole and let the ex-marine switch places with him. His familiar furry tool bluntly pushed though the opening in my leather hood, coating my tongue once more with the taste of butt-fuck, cum, and lube. A month ago I would have gagged at the prospect, but I had become a pig. I had become trained by masters. I was now a dirty filth pig, who craved the taste of a raunchy, dirty dick dripping with the juices and flavor of a freshly fucked ass hole. My asshole. I cleaned and slurped and sucked him clean.
help me it's your sex i can smell......
Mr. Long once again saddled up to my captive dick receptacle and began pumping himself into me, painfully pounding my inner gate. As his dull but sharp probes continued, I felt a growing stretching sensation deep inside me as it began to slowly allow him deeper entry. It was a strange sensation that overcame me as the smell of butt sex was now hanging heavy in the room. The taste of filthy butt-sex was now lingering full in my mouth and would likely be there for days.
help me you make me perfect.........
Mr. Long slowed down and got more passionate in his deep well fuck. He gripped my ass cheeks and pushed himself solid into me, holding the head of his shaft hard against my inner bowel's gate. His sweaty hands clasped my waist harder as he pressed himself deeper. In a sharp opening stretch, his head popped further into me. The sharp shocking pain was followed by a warm flowing sensation deep inside me as he blew his warm seed directly into my inner gut. "Uhhhhhhhhh", he grunted as he pressed in further, and pumped another warm stream of juice into my lower bowel tract.
i want to fuck you like an animal.......
Mr. Long pulled his throbbing meat from my punched out fuck chute as I caught my breath. Then the familiar hands of the young skin punk slid across my round ass cheeks. Josh positioned his thick uncut potato dick against my sloppy seconds and slid it into me with little resistance. My chute was stretched, slippery and had no more fight. His painful stretching plunge opened me up again as his dick slid into me.
i want to feel you from the inside.........
What was a difficult fit earlier in the night was a now comfortable fullness as the 23 year old stud made sweet love to my newly sized butt-hole, grinding his athletic body against mine, sliding his beer-can cock in and out of me. Having gotten his cock cleaned off, the Rough Grunt hat let Mr. Long take his place in my mouth so I could lick his stick clean of the fucking mess.
i want to fuck you like an animal.........
Josh put all his might into me in a last stand, slamming my chute raw and red with his uncut masterpiece at break-neck speed. Rough Grunt and Mr. Long were cheering him on "Yeah! Fuck that ass!"........"Breed that ass!"
my whole existence is flawed........
His pounding burning fuck over took my senses as I felt my cock tighten and squirt my pent up cum loads all over the floor below. Unhandled and un stroked, my cock shot its bullets uncontrollably to the hardwood as Josh hammed my G-spot without mercy.
through every forest above the trees.........
Just as I had blown myself all over the place in an explosion of my senses and pleasure, the young skin punk pulled his cock from my chute and sprayed my burning pucker with his warm jizz. Pumping a second rope of cum all over my open gaping chute, he plunged in again and pumped himself into me a few more times.
within my stomach scraped off my knees..........
As the other two men cheered Josh pulled out and I heard him shuffling behind me. His hands clasped my butt cheeks and spread them apart. The warm sensations of juices dribbling out of my open chute and down my ball sack was replaced by the sharp stubble of Josh's face and thick goatee.
i drink the honey from inside your hive..........
He pressed stubbled face pressed against my hole once more and he began to lap his warm soothing tongue into my world. As Rough Grunt and Mr. Long traded turns feeding my mouth with their meat, Josh licked and slurped my fuck hole lovingly, massaging the inner ring of my stuck open door and slurping out the collective treasures of three men's seed. For minutes it seemed, he ate my and cleaned my nest clean.
you are the reason i stay alive.............
"And cameras are off", Josh announced
To be continued.....