"Have any of you ever seen such a perfect, cum filled cub? In honor of our guest, I think bidding should start at $500."
I had just had the fuck of my life.
Earlier tonight when I left the bar, I had assumed I'd be going home for yet another solo jerk off session. Pull up some daddy porn. Grab some lube. Then I'd insert myself into the porn action. It's not just me, right. Don't you imagine it's you taking that pounding? Or it's you laying pipe? I would imagine a world where I was the desirable one. I'd immerse myself in a world where I was pursued. We've all seen that guy in the bar, or maybe at the baths. He walks through the room and heads turn to follow him. Maybe because he's put in twenty hours in the gym this week. Good for him, he's earned the attention. Maybe it was just a win on the genetic lottery. Maybe it was solely due to his confidence: whether real or summoned by positive meditation. Imagine a world where every guy could have his chance to be the one. The one who was wanted. The one others would pay for.
Pay for? Did he just say $500 fucking dollars. I want this blindfold off, man. What the hell are these guys looking at? Who the hell are these guys looking at? Is there someone else in a sling next to me? A bizarro cub bear with a rectum as dripping as mine? What kind of alternate universe shit is going on here? And while we're at it, why would someone be willing to pay for something they could get for free?
The only voice I recognize belongs to the one I've come to think of as Sir. So when another gruff, deep baritone starts to speak, I try to follow the sound of the voice.
"I am so fucking ready. I'm in for the $500. Plus another $500 on two conditions. I take charge for this round; and we turn on the live stream."
I wasn't sure what the fuck that meant; but Sir came to my defense.
"The cameras are all activated. But little cubby, here, hasn't agreed to any of that. So far I'm just recording for us. No live stream for now. I'm not budging on that point, Scott. I relinquish control, though. $500 buys you that."
I feel someone move in and press their groin against me. I feel a leather covered mound grind against my ass. Then I feel the weight. I'm assuming this is Scott. If so, Scott is a mountain of a man. An enormous belly rests on my crotch and stomach. An outstretched arm reaches past my head. My face is smothered in his hairy armpit. He holds it there as I inhale. He marks me with his sweat. I begin to accustom myself to a new owner. Despite his size, his touch is soothing. His massive hands are holding my face now. I can smell a cigar on his breath. He covers my mouth with his and I feel something well up inside of me. His kiss is passionate. I feel my stubby cock start to swell. Was I really up for round two?
I feel him pull back and lift his mass up off of me; but I can still feel heat radiating from him. His hands are on my thighs. HIs touch is powerful but gentle. When he starts to speak, I realize what he meant about wanting to be in control.
"Ok guys. Move in close. I want everyone involved. Raj, would you help me peel these leather pants off of my fat ass? I've already got a weeks' worth of Doug's cum smeared across the front of them. Maybe cubby can snack on that later."
I was beginning to like this Scott character. Even though his rambling was lightening the mood some, I could still sense and smell the men close in around me. I could feel hands now on my arms and chest. Someone was straightening out my harness. It had gotten twisted up in the passion of the last fuck. I felt them smooth it out and snug the buckles tighter. Someone else was stretching out my legs. My feet that had been held by a loop in the sling chains were now rubbed and snugly encased in velcro straps. They were then cinched up higher, exposing my ass even more.
Behind my head, powerful hands were massaging my neck. I knew who those hands belonged to, even before he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered a "good boy". It was odd how the power was shifting. Minutes before this man was the center of my universe. Now someone else was going to take the reins. I knew now that his name was Doug. The one who had flooded my hole with his cum. I also knew I would never refer to him as anything but Sir.
Apparently, the second act was about to begin. Scott leaned in again and gently slid the blindfold up, taking care to let my eyes adjust to the light. His face was inches from mine. His face was unbelievably round. Bright, kind eyes locked on to mine. There was hair everywhere. A wild mop of hair, along with a full, thick beard. A corona of hair surrounding his round, full face. This fat, furry creature was the most attractive man I had ever seen. I almost felt guilty. With Sir's hands still massaging my shoulders, I was looking at the next man to use me. Already I was shifting my allegiance. It wasn't just me, I could tell in the giant's eyes that he was connecting with me, as well.
"Little bear, you might want the blindfold on with some of these other ugly fucks. But when you get a chance to get bred by someone who looks like me, you better keep your eyes open, boy."
There were groans and chuckles from the others. Then Scott placed his hands firmly on my chest and drove his cock into its new home.
My hole was open. My hole was still slick with cum. This new dick didn't reach as deep but it felt just as wide as Sir's. Scott didn't start out slow. From the get go, his fire plug of a cock was like a piston. Fast. Hard. Non-stop. His beefy hands stayed planted on my chest. His fingers curled around the lower strap on the harness. His eyes stayed locked on mine. I knew better than to break eye contact with this handsome bear. With the blindfold off, I was aware of the presence of the others; but my focus was on the man in charge. I could feel his enormous belly slapping up and down on mine. I realized my own hard cock had slid out the side of the jock pouch. With each thrust of Scott's hips, his hairy stomach was rubbing roughly on the head of my sensitive dick. I still hadn't cum tonight.
Above me, a wide smile spread across my current owner's face.
"I feel that bone, little bear. I think you like daddy's gut rubbin' on you. I'm not like these other hard asses. If you want to shoot a geyser of spunk on the underside of my belly, go right ahead. No permission required. Just know that I'm not gonna stop pound your cunt after you blow."
He had slowed down his pace as he was talking; but then he let loose again. Hard, quick strokes. He was really churning up the load that had already been dumped in me. The sound of the cum frothing around his fat cock filled the air. I don't know how my hole could still feel stretched after what it had been through, but I could feel my ass walls expand on every stroke. Involuntary low moans were coming up from my chest each time his fat rod bottomed out in me. As the pace picked up, the moans got louder.
"Manny, shove some foreskin in this pup's mouth, would you? That should keep him preoccupied for a while. Maybe help to keep the noise down. When that little bear moans, I can barely hear my balls slapping on his ass."
He threw his head back and laughed.
Still keeping my primary focus on my fucker, I felt a huge, uncut cock flop down across my mouth. So this was Manny? This was a cock with some serious weight. Long and thick. Even though it was hard, foreskin still covered much of the head. As my tongue reached out, a stream of precum drooled into my mouth. The taste was sweet. It was the consistency of honey. As I started to suck on the head, his foreskin retracted and my mouth was filled with all the flavors that had been trapped behind it. It wasn't the sour, gritty cheese he might produce over a day. It was the amazing flavor that an uncut cock can achieve while stuffed into the crotch of sweaty jeans for a few hours. I'm sure this cock, like all the others in the room, had been in various states of hardness over the course of the evening. I could detect the smell of dried piss, the syrupy precum and the sweat of a beefy man.
As I savored my treat, the fucking continued. Manny had rolled my head slightly to the side. It gave him a much better angle to feed me from his place at the side of the sling. Having broken eye contact with the beast fucking my ass, I quickly glanced at my feeder. I could only see him from the chest down from my position. His skin was the color of a latte. Beefy muscle softened by a layer of padding. The stomach and hips were smooth; but a dense forest of fine black hair surrounded my prize. Were these men all selected based on their girth? It was difficult to get him all in my mouth from this angle. The generous foreskin made his dick seem even wider.
Manny brough one knee up on the edge of the sling. He rolled me back into position on my back. Much easier to drive his cock down into my mouth. I looked up to see if I was going to be in trouble for having taken my eyes off Scott as he fucked me. I found him passionately kissing a man who stood at his side. This must be Raj, the only one left in this puzzle of captors. Scott's hands were tight on the other man's throat. They were totally absorbed in one another. Yet from the waist down, Scott's punishment on my sloppy ass was unrelenting.
As I watched them making out, I could feel an almost electrical connection. As their kissing intensified, I felt the impact as Scott fucked even harder into me. After several minutes of acceleration, I thought he might be getting close to coming. Instead he leaned back, letting his cock slip just out of my ass. With his hand still tightly gripping the other man's neck, he pushed his head toward his crotch.
"Clean up, Raj. I've wanted your mouth on my cock since I met you. What took you so long?"
At first it seemed like Raj was going to object. He was less than half the size of Scott; and surely the youngest of the group. While he may be outweighed, his body was solid, sinewy muscle covered in a pelt of black hair. WIth Scott's hand now on the top of his head, Raj's reluctance faded and he dropped to his knees. As he engulfed Scott's prick, I could feel the back of his head rub against my ass. You would think the bristle of his buzz cut would irritate my puffy ass; but tonight was all about new sensations. As he moved his head up and down the length of that monster, I felt his hair rub against my sloppy cheeks. Then I watched as Scott reached his hands under his big belly, grabbed Raj's head and turned it until it faced my ass. He pushed his mouth onto my hole and I moaned around my mouthful of Manny's cock. As Scott kept up the pressure, Raj started to lap at my ass lips. As his tongue went deeper, I was surprised to hear myself let out a wail.
From behind me, I could hear Sir stroking his magnificent cock. Manny's uncut masterpiece was in my mouth. In front of me, Scott was slowly jacking his fat cock. On his knees, Raj was sucking as much cum from me as he could. The sensations were too much. It was all too much. I was so overwhelmed, I just started to let go. For the first time in my adult life, I started to piss without being aware of it. What started as a trickle was soon a fountain. Raj leaned back, just watching it spout in the air. Scott kept fisting his meaty cock. He looked me in the eyes as he smiled and nodded his head. Behind me, Sir increased the intensity of his cranking. With a loud growl, he shot his second load of the night. How does one man produce so much jizz? He left a trail from my beard, over my chest and the furthest spurts hit my cock as my pee subsided. To my left, Manny leaned in and swiped his tongue across my beard. He collected a mouthful of cum and put his lips on mine. He then scooped up the cum from my chest with a finger and brought it to Sir's waiting mouth. Then a simple kiss between the two that quickly escalated. Groping one another, they both stepped back from the sling.
Scott helped lift Raj to his feet. He kissed him gently. Then I could see him lick his face clean through Raj's short stubble of a beard.
"Well, well, little bear. That was entertaining. What do you have to say for yourself?"
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer. After a few seconds, I figured I'd better reply.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't know it was happening until it was too late."
He broke into his usual grin.
"Oh pup, I thought it was hot as hell. But I guess if I'm in charge, you need to be punished. What do you think?"
"I think you'll do whatever is best for me, Sir."
"Fuckin' right, little bear. I'll tell you what, I had planned to get your ass nice and red before I unload in it, anyway. Guess you gave me the perfect excuse by pissing all over Doug's nice floor."
He's beaming smile was still there; but something in his eyes let me know this was going to hurt.
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