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(...previously...)
The jock cadet's anal orgasm refused to subside, even building to a higher peak as the thrashing and trembling boy felt the man unload inside him, hot cum, filling him to the brim... his toes curled and flexed and curled in the air, soles to the ceiling, as he felt waves and waves of shivering and unending pleasure and shame radiate from his ass to every finger and toe and back to his ass again, throbbing, so full of cum at last, so full... so much cum... All the jock boy could muster in that moment was to clench, to hold on to his abuser's cock inside him for as long as he could, to save every drop of the stranger's cum inside him...
(...now...)
The bus bounced along the deserted road. Ryan was exhausted, his jock body - used and abused to its extreme though somehow still burned with an unquenchable desire for... more - molded itself limply over the uncomfortable seats. The jock boy, struggling with shame, regret, and nasty, piggish cravings, had sought refuge in the last row of the bus. Finally alone and on his way back to his safe haven, his monastery, his cage, his escape from his insatiable perversity and sadistic desires, the emotionally, psychologically, and physically spent jock dozed off.
That entire day was torturous. How he managed to sneak back into his shared hotel room with his grandmother and girlfriend without anyone noticing was a miracle in itself. If they had seen him, ambling down the hotel hallway... barefoot, limping and freshly bred... if they had smelled how he'd smelled, his soiled clothes... or how he'd stayed in the hot shower, desperately scrubbing off any trace of that man and all the other men... how he'd squat there in the running shower - unable to contain himself - fingering himself deeply, trying desperately not to make any moans or gasps or whimpers, sucking his cum covered fingers and swallowing every drop of the cum leaking out of his own jock ass... feeling his raw tits, pounding his hole with his fingers... one, two, then three... fucking himself so hard, so deep, as viciously as that man had just fucked him, until he wept bitter tears and finally came again.
No. That day was pure torture. Sitting through church between the two women in his life was hell. Small talks, hugs, goodbyes... Ryan was a mere shell of himself. Plastered smiles and grins and dimples.. Aw shucks and manners, coifed and proper. All he could think of was that man and all the other men. Who all was there last night? Was he here now? Or was it him? Did he piss on me, too? Or him? Does he have photos of me from last nite? Videos?!? The horny jock boy was at a breaking point. When he went to the bathroom at church, he got hard instantly when other men entered. At the fancy restaurant his grandmother took them to, Ryan felt his stomach clench and hole quiver every time another man walked through the front door or by his chair.
One by one, passengers departed the bus along every stop. It was getting late. The dozing jock cadet didn't notice the bus pulling over at a rest stop, nor did he realize that he was the only person remaining on the seemingly interminable journey back to the military academy. Half awake but mostly asleep, Ryan numbed himself in his soporific stupor, boxing and locking away as best he could everything that had happened in town. Everything will be back as it was after he returns to campus, to his studies, his drills, his sports...
"Hey! How long are we stopping!?" Ryan snapped to. The bus was dark and still... the engine silent. The slightly panicked jock, still drowsing from his nap, felt his way to the front. Where the fuck is the bus driver? Adjusting to the darkness, Ryan spotted dim, flickering lights. A gas station. Of course. Ugh. How did it get so fucking late? How long was I asleep???
Making his way outside to the cold, yelling for the bus driver. Nobody. What the fuck?! He has to get back to the military academy tonite. Fuck, fuck, fuck...! The gas station was closed, locked. The jock boy felt his cock harden and hole quiver desperately as he tentatively and reluctantly tried the restroom door at the back of the gas station. Hoping nobody was inside, yet wishing... for the opposite. Locked. Thank god. Relieved, Ryan screamed at himself for his body's momentary, if not involuntary, lapse, its uncontrollable hunger, cravings. A jeep and a few trucks were parked in the lot next to the bus. Shit. Where the fuck did that driver?!?!?!
"You need to piss? The can on the bus ain't good enough for you?" The bus driver appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh! Shit. Didn't see you... I... Um... I... How much further from campus?"
"Don't worry, you can take a piss here," Ryan nearly jumped out of his skin when a second man emerged from the dark, slowly unlocking the restroom door. "Go on in, son..."
"..."
"What's the matter, son?"
"Well... I..."
"Oh right... you prefer to get pissed on instead..."
"What?!? I... I...!!!!"
"Sweet thing..." Ryan froze when he felt the driver rudely run his cold, pudgy hands behind his neck; the boy's skin was hot and smooth... trembling.
"Don't worry... we're not gonna piss on you tonite... unless you beg for it."
"I..." Ryan felt hot, his face burning from shame; fresh cum in his balls boiled and his hole clenched and puckered with desire. "I... I... don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just ... just... please take me back to campus... please?"
"As much as we all enjoyed your mouth... We want what your Master got after we all left," The driver whispered into Ryan's ear as he tightened his grip on the back of the teenager's neck. The boy smelled so sweet, so innocent: a shocking contrast to the piss-covered and cum-swallowing wreck of a slut everyone had used the night before.
"Your Master won't mind, will he?" The second man also leaned in and ran his hand down the small of the teenage cadet's back, feeling the jock's trim waist and cupping the boy's thick, muscular ass through his coat and army sweats. Did the boy just grunt? "After all, he didn't mind you swallowing my Big Black Cock, did he?"
"He... ! I...! He's not my... Master...!" Ryan snapped angrily back at the two men, blood boiling hot, heart pounding fast. The jock boy's face turned an even darker shade of red when he realized his pathetic and short-lived "deny, deny, deny" game was over before he even tried it.
"Easy boy... you be a good boy to us, and we won't show this to nobody..." The driver offered the beet-red jock an image on his phone. Ryan winced and snapped his head away, avoiding whatever image of himself that may or may not be on that phone.
"Want to see the video?"
"(NO! STOP IT!)"
"Be a good boy now... or do you want Lt. Caslen to know what you got into last night...?" Ryan was gobsmacked. How... how does the bus driver know Lt. Caslen? "Honestly, we take you cadets to and from town all the time... but you, dear child, you are something else..."
"Was that your girlfriend back at the bus stop? Ya'll kids are sweet together. Does she know you take piss and cum like a champ?"
"STOP IT! What the fuck do you want?"
"Sweet boy... never thought you'd be such a nasty little pig by lookin' at your pretty face. You're a real pro, ain't you, soldier boy..."
"Show us what you can do, son... then I promise I'll deliver you back to campus in one piece."
Ryan bit his lips as he stood there, frozen. He groaned as the short, skinny black man behind him squeezed his ass harder and the old, fat bus driver leaned in for a kiss, shoving his excited tongue into the teenage jock's mouth, prying it open with every jab. Ryan thought he would throw up but felt his cock inexplicably grow harder against he driver's fat belly. The jock cadet's breathing hastened as the man groped him from behind, both hands on his glorious mounds of ass cheeks and hot, wet lips and tongue on the nape of his neck.
The driver stepped back from the boy, savoring the taste of the jock's sweet lips but also wanting to see the beautiful, clean-cut specimen getting molested from behind. Clad in oversized winter coat and sweats obscuring what both men knew was a ripe man's body, the teenager looked so young, shy and scared, shaking... but both men knew the boy wasn't shaking from the cold.
"Wait!" Ryan's hands stopped the driver from going in for another deep kiss... pressing against the older man's sagging, soft chest... panting, confused, horny, hot... nervous eyes darting around for any sign of other unwanted company by the trucks... "(Not here...!)"
...
After refusing vehemently to go inside the restroom, Ryan was led to the back storage area of the gas station. The straight jock boy wasted no time in throwing off his winter coat, sweats and kicking off his sneakers. Thank god he wasn't in his army service uniform. His heart pounded as the driver watched greedily while the other man wrestled a dirty, old mattress out of nowhere. The jock boy - full pecs and thick arms bulging out of his tight tank top, meaty thighs spilling out of his loose boxers, and wool socks wrapped around his thick calves - knelt down defiantly on the squeaky mattress, his eyes sharp with anger and determination. Both men noticed the hard-on protruding from underneath the boy's boxers. "Who's first?"
...
"GOD DAMN, BOY!!!" The driver had barely finished dumping his load inside the teenager's hot, smooth hole when the boy, clearly on a mission, wasted no time and wrestled out from under the overweight, sweaty driver, got on his knees, and began sucking the second man. The driver watched in amazement and awe as the now naked jock, with every nuance of worked-out muscle and definition highlighted by both of their dripping sweat, knelt there with his pouty, red lips wrapped tightly around a Big Black Cock cock, his blond head bobbing furiously up and down, his broad shoulders, his arched back, his perfectly round ass - tight and muscular with just a bit of jiggle... A faint trickle of cum leaked out of the jock boy's hairless, pink jock hole. The jock cadet's dog tags jingled with every movement.
Ryan sucked that 11-inch black cock like a hungry whore as he did the night before, but somehow, to the driver, watching this beautiful clean-cut, corn-fed boy suck cock was even more perverse than pissing and cumming on a desperate, whimpering slut.
Calling the jock cadet a pro was certainly an understatement. Observing the naked cadet kneel there, reveling that perfectly sculpted, athletic body, was a true revelation alone. The perfect, Southern specimen, who had reluctantly kept his dog-tags dangling around his neck through all of this, worked that Big Black Cock like a champ, slobbering all over it, gagging on it, then deep throating it, over and over and over. How young he looked, how innocent looking...the driver sighed and thought whenever the jock boy came up for air, his cherubic cheeks flushed red and pouty lips agape, his big blue eyes wet. Seeing the expert teenage whore servicing a Big Black Cock was even more thrilling knowing the boy's sweet ass was already full of his cum, that he - the driver - got to fuck and breed him first that night, a finder's privilege with which the second man reluctantly complied.
Earlier that day, the driver had recognized the jock boy boarding the bus. But was he really the boy from last night in the hotel room? The boy who swallowed piss and cum from EVERYONE? This perfect specimen on the bus was no faggot. Or he certainly didn't appear to be one, let alone a submissive, no-holds-barred whore. The driver had driven countless cadets to and from town, each more macho than the next, some hotter than others, but none encapsulated pure masculinity, peak physicality and charming beauty as this boy. Was he really the sub slut in that hotel room? He can't be. Can he? Didn't he just kiss his girlfriend goodbye on the sidewalk? How adorable they looked, how striking a figure this jock cadet cut amidst all the people at the bus station, how amazing his ass looked in those sweats walking towards the back of the bus...
With all doubts gone, the driver delighted in the pleasure of unwrapping this boy toy, peeling off the reluctantly-compliant jock's tank top and laying the sweet boy down on the mattress. How bashful Ryan looked on his back, biceps bulging as he rested his head in his hands, his thick, full pecs and all eight abs heaving as the driver pulled off the jock boy's boxers, revealing a red-hot eight-inch cock, turgid and wet at the head. The boy bit his lips shyly like he's never had a man between his meaty, muscular legs, gasping in surprise like he's never had a man slip off his socks, inhaling his sweaty feet, and licking the musky sweat between every one of his long, talon-like toes. This muscle boy was pure perfection. Every inch of him. Even his toes were perfect.
Intoxicated by the jock boy's sweetly-stinky toes and soles, the driver couldn't wait any longer. Leaning in for a deep kiss, pressing down on the naked, hard muscles, feeling the boy's muscular legs, wrap around his body, the driver eagerly spit on his palm, lubed his cock up, and entered the waiting jock.
A gasp escaped Ryan's red lips as the driver's tiny cock disappeared inside the hottest and smoothest hole in which he had ever stuck his cock. The driver felt the sweating jock clasp his ankles around his waist and heard the boy, who was young enough to be his son or even grandson, whisper, "Fuck me..."
The driver was in heaven, feeling the jock's expert cunt open up and tighten - again and again - swallowing his cock whole... the boy's masculine, deep grunts, ankles pulling him in deeper with every thrust, the sculpted hard body beneath him meeting him with every insertion, the sweet red lips agape and accepting of his deep kisses, the muscular arms tightly wrapped around his out-of-shape body, strong hands grasping at his hairy back, that hole continuously milking his cock... The driver absolutely didn't mind he had barely lasted two minutes before dumping his load inside Ryan.
"GOD DAMN, BOY!!!"
....
Still recovering from what he thought was the sweetest and hottest fuck of his life, with the most adorable and expert bottom boy controlling every thrust and push, the driver watched in amazement as the short and skinny black man - impatient for his turn - began manhandling the very same beefy jock. The man withdrew his Big Black Cock from Ryan's throat and spit and slapped the poor boy across his rosy cheek, and suddenly the straight-acting, masculine jock's deep, guttural grunts were instantly replaced by submissive whimpers. A switch clearly had flipped inside this jock boy as the man spit on him again and roughly pinned the boy down on his stomach, shoving his beautiful face into the dirty mattress.
"(UGHN! UGHNN!)" Muffled whimpers escaped the creaking mattress as the man held Ryan's neck down with his forearm; his other hand and fingers, found their way inside the jock boy's wet hole, his knees wedged between the squirming boy's thick, tree-trunk legs and spreading them wide.. Every muscle on Ryan's body strained with resistance, his fingers clasping tightly to the edge of the mattress, his toes curled tightly. "UGHNN! UGHNN! OW! UGHNNN!!!!!!"
"God damn..." The driver couldn't believe his eyes; he'd only dreamt of sex like this, having never been in a position to brutalize and dominate such a perfect straight jock boy. Had he known this was on the table... Ryan had turned into a totally different whore altogether, screaming into the mattress like a little bitch and whimpering like a girl as the man ruthlessly finger fucked the writhing jock cadet's cummy hole, feeling the hot hole open up, leak cum and desperately gripping on every finger, every knuckle. "Let it out boy... there's that cum pig..."
"UGHNN!N UGHNNN! UGHNNNNNNNN!!!"
The man had pulled Ryan back up on all fours by his hair, lined his Big Black Cock against the boy's open hole and shoved it in unapologetically, impaling the whimpering boy deeper as he wrapped his arm around the gasping jock's neck and clasping the boy's open mouth with his hand. The driver could see the jock's rock-hard cock swinging between his legs, literally pissing a stream of pre-cum as the man began jackhammering away. The driver was instantly hard again as the boy stared at him with tearing eyes filled with lust, shame, and hate.
With one deep thrust Ryan was back on his stomach, and the merciless anal assault continued. Both men suspected the sweaty jock boy had shot his load into the mattress right then, as the whimpers became dry and even more high-pitched than before, toes curled tightly in the air behind both top and bottom, every jock muscle quivered and shook with tension and release, his knuckles white from gripping the edge of the mattress so hard.
"UGHNN! UGHNN! OH GOD! UGHNN!! UGHNNN!!!"
"Fuck... you were holding out on me, boy..." The driver continued stroking as he watched. Clearly this is what the boy craved, clearly he had just put on an act, a mere shell of himself, when he bottomed for the driver just minutes prior. He almost felt bad for the boy, wondering how a body can withstand such a brutal fuck. God, how submissive this jock cadet became, an instantaneous 180 from how he was before. The sounds of skin slapping against skin... deeper, harder, faster. Where did this boy come from?! "Dirty, nasty boy..."
Ryan was delirious. The man fucking him was so rough, so unrelenting, so brutal, so... satisfying; his hole was so open, so raw, so... hungry. Before he knew it he was flipped on his back and his body bent in half to the extreme. The driver took this opportunity to rejoin the senseless fucking as he held the jock boy's wrists down while the man pinned the surprisingly-flexible boy's knees down into his armpits.
"(UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!!)" The driver couldn't help himself as he tasted the jock boy's lips again, this time filled with loud, high-pitched screams and whimpers as the man pile-drove and slammed his entire skinny body into Ryan's muscular frame, pummeling and out of an insatiable hole that just begged for more and more, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. How long can the boy take such a fucking? A good long while, it turned out. "UGHNN!!! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN!!!!!"
"That's it boy... that's it..." The driver wiped away the jock boy's tears as the man unbent the squealing jock into a 90-degree angle, grabbing each of Ryan's ankles and splaying the jock open like a cheap whore as wide as his legs and joints would allow, unveiling the jock boy's still-hard cock throbbing against his defined, hard abs covered with traces of his cum. In a moment of inspiration, the driver climbed over Ryan, held the boy's arms down with his knees, and sat his dirty, sweaty ass down on the jock's adorable face.
"(!!! UGHN! MMMMMMMPH!! UGHN! MPPPPHH!!!!)" That was the reaction both men wanted out of Ryan, whose cock bounced even harder with excitement and splattered more boy juice as he was forced to munch on the old man's hole. The man felt the jock's hole tighten even tighter, while the driver rode the boy's face deliberately, enjoying the eagerness of the teenager's tongue and mouth, sucking and munching away while getting his senses fucked out of him.
Greedily enjoying the jock whore's hard, sculpted torso, the driver discovered Ryan's nipples. Why he didn't notice them before was beyond him. The red, quarter-sized nipples immediately got hard when the driver ran his pudgy hands over them, and the writhing mound of muscle beneath him buckled wildly. The driver pinched both nipples and was immediately rewarded with the the jock moaning into his hole. Seeing the boy's long toes curl and uncurl in the air, the muffled screams, the ripped body writhing.... Again...again... harder... squeezing, pinching, flicking, spit on them, twisting, pulling... repeat.
"UGHNN!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNN!!!!!!"
Ryan's second orgasm of the night also pushed both men over the edge. The driver was grinding his dirty hole onto the jock boy's face while pulling hard on both of the boy's triggering nipples. In response, the jock was arching his back off the mattress so deeply to meet the driver's abusive hands that the man could reach under and grab hold of the boy's fat, muscular ass cheeks while continuously pummeling in and out of that sweet boy pussy, feeling the jock boy's legs and ankles instinctively clasp around his neck.
"UGHNN!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNN!!!!!!"
Ryan couldn't hold it anymore. The greedy hands on his ass cheeks, the Big Black Cock ravaging his hole, the hairy, dirty hole he was inhaling and devouring, and the pleasure and pain from his nipple torture... electricity shot from his nipples down to his toes to his ass to his boiling balls and leaking cock to his fingers back down to his nipples down. waves of pleasure and pain, over and over and over and over... The jock boy's body thrashed underneath both men with such violence, wildness and desperation, his toes curling, feet flexing and ankles clasping tighter around the man's neck... his hole sucking and tightening voraciously around the Big Black Cock...
"UGHNN!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGGHNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"
"GOOD BOY!!!" The driver grunted as the jock boy shot rope after rope of thick teenage cum. each spurt seemingly timed to erupt with every thrust of the Big Black Cock. So much jock cum. Everywhere. Forming a cum river in the grooves of his heaving abs, on the driver's fat belly, on his full pecs, his dog tags... "FUCK BOY!!!!"
"UGHNN!! UGHNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGGHNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"
The driver pulled his ass off of the cumming boy's saliva-coated face, finally hearing again Ryan's panting and whimpering in full volume and began feverishly stroking his cock against the boy's gasping lips. Ryan's arms were numb from underneath the driver's knees, but his entire body was also numb from the latest orgasm. Suddenly, feeling the driver's cum splattering against his lips and face, the straight jock boy snapped to and cried out in pleasure and pain as the Big Black Cock bottomed out deep inside him for the last time, holding that huge cock at the deepest point the jock boy's ass could accommodate (or so he thought). Feeling hot, thick cum filling his insides, the jock boy instinctively licked his lips, tasting the acrid taste of an old man's cum and began sucking every drop out of the driver's shriveling cock... his ass milking and clenching, holding on to every seed these abusers had fucked into him.