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Groomed by an Older Man, part 1

I’d never had a boyfriend before, so I thought everything Greg did to me was mostly normal. The internet wasn’t common back then, so I had very little frame of reference for what was abusive.

I knew I was gay long before I entered high school, and did my best to hide it up until grade 12. I was short, very skinny, and nerdy, so I was already unpopular. Some guys found out how small my cock was after gym in the showers, and taunted me relentlessly. Coming out in a small town would have just been another thing the bullies could use to make me miserable.

I met Greg a couple months after I turned 18. I had just graduated and hadn’t found a job yet. Scholarships and savings couldn’t pay completely for college, so I had gotten a deferment for a year so I could live at home and save up. I felt like I was drifting through life without much purpose. When I met Greg, I felt seen for the very first time.

He was a handsome 52 year old man. He had a bit of a belly but a solid frame and was tall. He had wavy hair and a tidy beard that did nothing to hide how great looking he was. I had crushed on some guys and a teacher from school before, and even some celebrities, but Greg was the first guy I really lusted after. He was a friend of my dad’s from work and I first met him at a company picnic. He and his wife were chatting with my parents while his daughter made a point of ignoring me. When I blushed at my mom’s suggestion that I ask out Greg’s daughter, Greg laughed and told her to give me a break. After that small gesture, I hung on his every word. I fantasized that it was my thigh he stroked instead of his wife’s. He later explained I wasn’t subtle in just how obvious I was into him.

When he asked me to show him where the park bathrooms were, I never actually expected he’d make a move on me. All the same, I had butterflies in my stomach at the intimacy of escorting such a handsome man to a secluded spot. The bathroom had an L shape, with the urinals out of sight of the entrance, so not only was it empty but he and I were isolated from anyone that might come in.

I went to the furthest urinal and unzipped my fly to start to piss. Greg walked right up next to me to do the same. I could hear the difference in the strength of our streams, my trickle drowned out by his loud torrent. I couldn’t help myself and I looked over to see his massive, beautiful cock. He was circumcised and thick. Flaccid, I estimated it must be at least five inches. He’d unbuttoned his jeans, so I could see a neatly trimmed mound of salt and pepper pubic hair complement the sexiest cock I’d ever seen. I was hypnotized at the sight of something so masculine.

“Like what you see?” Greg asked, in a teasing sort of way.

My eyes snapped up and I realized I’d been caught. I’d even been leaning over a bit. Jesus, I thought, my life is over.

“It’s okay if you’re a faggot. I like faggots. You ever touched a cock?”

Shocked, I remained mute and frozen. I couldn’t process this turn of events, which just encouraged Greg further.

He reached over and took my left hand from my cock, and placed it on his, wrapping my hand around his shaft. He slowly moved my hand along his shaft, stroking him. He started to get hard as he let my hand go and I continued to masturbate him.

“I can see why you’d like looking at my dick so much, with such a little thing like that between your legs.”

Embarrassed, I realized he was talking about my penis. It was fully erect at just over three inches and thin, nothing like his girthy thing I was stroking. I immediately let go of his cock and mumbled some sort of apology and did my pants up. I wanted to just run away and die from embarrassment, but Greg stopped me with a word.

“Hey, you fucking tease. You may not know this because you’ve probably never had sex before, but you can’t just get a guy hard and leave.” He hadn’t done up his fly, and was sporting a massive nine inch hard cock pointed directly at me.

Greg took a step forward and put a hand on my shoulder, pressing down.

“This can be our secret, but you gotta be a good faggot and take what you’ve got coming to you.”

“I-I’ve never …” was all I managed to stammer.

Greg put his other hand on my other shoulder and forced me to my knees. “Yeah, well you’re about to.”

It was the first time I had ever had a cock staring me in the face. I’d fantasized about sucking a hot guy’s dick before but it had always been more romantic in my head. Still, I was so turned on at how forceful he was. I just figured this hot, older guy was the take charge type and this was how it was done. I mean, how else did gays find each other?

So when he took his cock in one hand, a fistful of my hair in his other hand and barked “You better start sucking, bitch.” I just figured it was dirty talk. So I did as I was told.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what to do. I just used my lips and tongue to touch his cock the way I liked to touch my cock. What was hard was how big his cock was. My jaw was stretched open and I kept gagging as he kept forcing himself deeper than I could take. But he just sighed and kept saying things like “Fuck yeah” and “That’s a good bitch”.

His bulky body slammed against my skinny frame, his monster cock drilling my mouth like an angry piston. He pulled my head back and forth by a fistful of my hair. It was thrilling and terrifying.

The first blowjob I gave only lasted about five minutes, but it felt like an hour. My knees, mouth, throat, and neck were all very sore by the time he said he was going to cum.

“You earned this, faggot. Drink it, drink it, fucking drink it!” He ordered as he face fucked me with three very hard, final strokes before pressing my face into his pubis and began cumming down my throat. I didn’t taste his cum that first time, as he’d forced his entire cock down my throat. i did taste my own tears, though. I hadn’t realized I’d been crying, with my tears running down my cheeks and onto his meaty shaft. I was gagging and pressing my hands against his thighs in a vain attempt to pull myself off him as I felt his cock pulse several times, shooting his semen into my stomach.

He held me against him like that, with my face mashed against my pubes and my choking on his cock, as the meaty thickness of his cock started to deflate. I was panicking, light headed and convinced I was going to die choking on Greg’s cock.

When he finally let me go, I fell to the ground, heaving mouthfuls of slobber and gasping for air. He just walked over to a stall and back, wiping his cock clean of my saliva with some toilet paper and tossed into the trash as I knelt there, trying to compose myself.

“Sorry about that, Corey.”, he said to me as he put his deflated dick away and did up his jeans. “I’ll pick you up at Sam’s Convenience by your house tomorrow morning at 10 and we’ll have some fun. You’ll like it better.”

Greg didn’t really look at me as he walked out. I wiped my mouth clean of my saliva and my eyes of tears while processing what he had told me. I felt some shame at being used so roughly and then discarded, but mostly I felt aroused at having finally sucked a man’s cock like I had desired for years. Any fear I felt was quickly forgotten.

By the time I’d stood up and walked to the nearest stall, I’d reasoned that he left so abruptly because he was a married man and needed to be discrete and get back quickly. And by the time I’d locked the stall door and pulled out my cock I already knew I’d meet him as instructed tomorrow.

I closed my eyes and played through our encounter as I stroked my thin, virgin dick. Thinking of how much bigger his cock was than mine and how good his it tasted and how the musk of his crotch smelled had my hand tugging furiously at my 18 year old virgin dick. Imagining sucking him off again had me spurting cum onto the dirty bathroom floor as a wave of pleasure shot through my cock and into my body.

I didn’t give myself time to enjoy much of the post-orgasm bliss. I hurriedly cleaned up, suddenly terrified at somehow being found out as the cock sucking faggot Greg had called me. Less than ten minutes had passed by the time I returned to my parents.

The excitement of having a secret, and my fantasies of Greg every time I saw him through the rest of the afternoon kept my heart racing with anticipation. I never imagined how much I’d grow to hate Greg in the coming months.

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It's a Thursday night and you're one of my most trusted guy friends, and we're hanging out like we do every week, playing a video game and getting kinda high. It's a tradition that started after I came out as trans and confided in you that I've always wanted the kind of bro-y relationship that other dudes have with their friends but that I never got the chance to develop as a girl. Usually these nights are pretty chill, but tonight you've noticed that I'm getting a lot more high than usual. I've been in a bad mood too, like somethings been bothering me that I don't want to talk about. It's getting pretty late and I should be going home, but I'm not going. Finally I break the silence and ask if I can tell you about something upsetting. You say, "Of course, you know you can tell me anything." I take a deep breath and close my eyes - super faded at this point - and let the words spill out.

Earlier this week I decided to treat myself and buy some lingerie. This is crazy, I know, because ever since I transitioned I've gone super hard into the masc look. Buzzcut, tattoos, stubble, everything. But I upped my T dose recently and have been super horny, and I was walking past this lingerie store and just had this crazy urge. I can't explain it. I went in and bought the girliest bralette and undies they had - pink and white lace with extra frills. I raced home and tried it on immediately and it felt amazing. I can't explain why. I took a bunch of pics and then jerked off and came like five or six times.

Well, yesterday I decided to take it up a notch. I had a full day of running errands planned and, just to see how it would feel, I put the lingerie on under my boy clothes and left the house. It was electric. Every brush of my shirt against the lace of the bralette on my flat chest made me blush. I could feel myself quickly soaking through the thin panties and leaving a wet spot through my jeans. I couldn't wait to get home and touch myself and let out all this pent up arousal. That never happened.

My last errand of the day was returning to the laundromat I'd visited that morning to fold my clean clothes. As soon as I walked in, I could tell that the vibes were off. I don't live in a great area of town and there were these three super sketchy guys hanging around the front door passing a joint between them. I thought I noticed them eye me up as I walked past, but excused it as just a figment of my crazy horned up imagination. The laundromat was empty and I had my headphones on while I folded my clothes. I didn't notice the men come inside, locking the door behind them. They crowded around me, boxing me against the row of dryers, hidden from the view of the front winows. I pulled my headphones off and looked at them but didn't know what to say. My heart was pounding. I knew I was in trouble, I just didn't know what kind yet, or how to get out of it.

"Nice tatts," one of them said.

"You think you're some kind of badass, huh?" another one added.

I stayed quiet. The third one lurched forward and pressed his body flat against mine. I didn't fight back, I just let him shove himself against me. This was obviously a mistake.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I know a faggot when I see one."

As I'm telling you this story, this is the point where I really start to get uncomfortable. I stop looking you in the eyes and continue.

I should have said something but I didn't. I was so turned on. My little tdick was grinding hard against the lace of my panties and I knew if I opened my mouth to speak there was at least a 50% chance I would let out a moan.

The men grabbed me and started groping me over my clothes. I shut my eyes tight and bit my lip. One of them unzipped my fly and shoved my pants down, and then all three of them starting laughing.

"What the fuck am I looking at?"

"This bitch is soaked!"

"Tough boy isn't so tough after all. Look at that pretty little cunt!"

I whimpered as the men grabbed at my pussy, pushing the lace of the underwear into my cunt as they fingered me. One of them reached for my shirt and I don't know why but this is the moment when my instincts finally kicked in and I tried to put up a fight. Maybe I knew if they saw my bra they'd know for certain I was just a slut who could be used for whatever they wanted. I was right.

Two of the men pinned me to ground as I struggled and the third ripped my shirt off. I tried to beg them to let me go as they laughed with each other about what a confused tranny whore they'd lucked out on, but it was no use. The men pinning me down immediately started groping my chest and the other one wasted no time shoving his massive cock into my desperate pussy. Soon, the other men had their dicks out too, slapping them against my face and rubbing their sweaty ballsacks all over me. As I opened my mouth to gag from the smell, one of them shoved his cock down my throat and from that moment on I was their bitch. They passed me around between the three of them, groping me and forcing my body into whatever positions they wanted. I had a minimum of two cocks inside me for almost the whole time, and for a few brutal minutes I took all three as they fucked my ass, my cunt, and my throat. I have no idea how long it lasted. They came on my face, in my hair, on my stomach, and worst of all, in my pussy. They called me every name imaginable - sissy, tranny, princess, dyke - but their favorite was fuckdoll. It was their favourite because the first time they said it I moaned. I couldn't help myself. They loved that. They laughed and asked if I like being their pretty little fuckdoll and I said yes. They made me repeat it back to them. One of them had a marker and they started writing it all over my body. I haven't been able to wash it off yet.

I take a long pause here, and you start to think that maybe the story is done. But finally, quietly, I add one more peice.

I came so many times while they fucked me that I lost count. At one point, I started squirting. I didn't even know my body could do that. They raped me and it felt so good that by the time they left I was lying naked in a literal puddle of my own cum and piss. I was so fucking humiliated. It feels like it's still happening to me, like I can feel their hands all over me. It's awful.

I finally look over to you to see what your reaction is. As I turn my head you spot some streaks from a black sharpie on my skin poking out from underneath my hoodie. You realize I haven't showered since this happened, and my body is still marked with the bruises, cum, and all the other evidence of their assault. It should disgust you, but it doesn't.

I'm so high, I didn't notice you moving closer to me while I talked or your obvious boner straining against your sweatpants. You say my name, as comforting as you can manage, and put an arm around my shoulders. "That sounds awful. Thank you for telling me." This is the last thing you say to me before shoving my face down to your crotch.

"Why don't you take my cock like a good fuckdoll and I'll give you something else to think about."

Disclaimer: all stated below is fiction and all characters are 18+.

I was visiting Berlin for the second time and wanted to definitely be a lot more confident and slutty than I did the first time, which wasn't much. I knew I wanted to try out the sauna and maybe a sex bar or club dark room. It was the weekend when I got there so after I unpacked my bag, I got on Grindr and started asking around where the best place Is on a Friday night to have some sexual fun. Since Berlin is very big in that scene, I got many answers, however, I did get a lot for LAB.

After looking up some of the reviews about it, I figured this was the place I should go to start. I couldn't get any takers for anyone to go with me and I was a little nervous to go alone. Since I didn't do any drugs, I decided to head down to the hotel bar and have a few drinks to get me a little tipsy. It only took about two drinks and an empty stomach to calm my nerves and make me ready to go out.

I finished my drink and headed back up to my room to pick out an outfit. Going alone and only being tipsy was not enough for me to wear something wild, so I just put on regular underwear and kept a jockstrap in my pocket. I also brought a tank top because I wasn't sure how naked people got there. I headed to the bathroom to prep my self for the fun that will hopefully happen. Easy, day, I was ready to go.

I ordered my Uber and grabbed a few vodkas and the Red Bull that was in the hotel fridge and headed downstairs. I was playing on Grindr the whole time, hoping to meet someone to go with me so I had a buddy. Most people already had Friday night plans and I was already on my way. Once I got to the club it seemed that I was a little early because there was not a huge line like I read online.

While I was in line I cracked open my Red Bull and added my vodka. I was drinking it fast to make sure I finished it before I got to the front of the line, as I presumed I wouldn't be able to take it in. Once I got in they gave me a bag to take all my clothes off and put them in. It seemed a little sketch but everyone was doing it. I was looking around to see what people were wearing and to gauge what I should wear. I saw a lot of different varieties of clothing but decided to go and just my underwear and tank top.

No matter how much alcohol I had was not enough to prepare me for the inside. It was full of ugly guys and hot guys, dressed and undressed, and it was very warm. Trying to not look awkward and stand around, I went to the bar and ordered another drink and tried not to be caught. Staring too hard at people. The adrenaline was high, and the confidence was low. Anytime anyone gave me half a look I was too shy and looked away and I knew that it made me look like I wasn't interested, but I just didn't have the ability to look people in the eye too long. I sat on the main bench and drank my drink and tried to relax and take in the moment.

I made some quick conversations with the people next to me and asked them The facts about the place. Nobody particularly seemed into me and I wasn't particularly into someone that I was willing to talk to, but the alcohol was definitely starting to settle and make me a little bit more comfortable. I had finished my drink and had to go back up to get my second, after ordering it I decided to stay up by the bar and stare at the hot bartender.

Another guy came up to order a drink and he was definitely attractive. Very fit and blonde, And despite his young looks, you could tell he was a little bit older than I was, maybe 40. He looked at me and it was a glance that I knew he was going to say something following. You visiting Berlin? I told him I was for a few days. Nice, visiting family or just on vacation? I'm just on vacation alone, I said. He made a surprise face, this is quite the place to end up alone, you must have really wanted some fun. I laughed, it was a good line to talk about sex. I told him I don't get much sex where I stay and since I'm on vacation I was looking for new experiences and lasting memories. Something I don't normally do but I think I felt the energy and I wanted something to happen so I gave him a wink. He laughed and grabbed his drink. Well you definitely came to the right place, he said. He started walking away and I couldn't tell if you wanted me to follow him or not and didn't want to seem weird about it. He pods and looked back and gestured for me to follow. Feeling validated, I quickly caught up and started walking with him to the next him.

He handed me his drink and then guided me in front of him with his hands on my waist. That was definitely getting in the sexual mood. The more he touched me. He guided me towards the stairs and took me up to the top. There were some slings up there but they were not being used. We went over to the far one and stood over the bars to look down at everything. He told me that these don't usually get use until later in the night, but it was a nice place to come up and have a drink without being crowded by too many guys and you got a better view of everything. We sat and chatted for a bit and enjoyed our drinks.

Once we were getting towards the bottom of the drink I could tell he was ready for the next move. He grabbed my drink and put it down with his and walked behind me, slowly sandwiching me on the bars. He started massaging my nipples and kissing my ear. I could feel his worn chest on my back and the cold bars on my chest. I loved that. I didn't feel awkward because nobody was around us, yet. I knew we were on display for everyone down below. After getting me horny with my nipples, he turned me around and started making out with me. Since he was only wearing underwear, I could easily reach into his pants and grab his hard dick. It was a nice size, smooth and cut. He must not be from Germany, I guessed, as I heard that they usually were cut.

I felt him start to put pressure on my head as he wanted me to go down on him. I got on my knees directly in front of his dick , and pulled his underwear down, causing his dick to pop up and hit me on the lips. He grabbed his dick and shook it in my face, rubbing it against my lips. I opened my mouth and he shook it in my mouth before he started to shove it in. I felt the cold bars on the back of my head stop me from pulling away from him. He kept sliding his dick further and further down my throat and I was concentrating on taking it. Oral is not my strong suit, so I was trying to keep my gag reflex at Bay.

He put his hands behind my head to block them from banging against the bars and started f ucking my mouth harder. I knew I couldn't take that very long, but it was so hot that he wanted to hurt my mouth but protect my head at the same time. After I gagged and coughed a few times he slowed down and then pulled me up on my chin to make out with him. By this time we had accumulated about Three other guys who are watching and touching themselves. He asked me if I wanted him to fuck in a sling or go find another place. I look down below and tried to see if it it looked possible. It was already filling up and it didn't seem like there were any places where we could have fun and not have to be around a bunch of people.

I didn't know how I felt about a sling right away, but I did appreciate that it wasn't crowded. So I said we can start and sling since it was here. He lifted me up very easily and placed me in the sling. He put my feet in the straps and strapped me in, keeping my legs up and spread. I felt this dick on my hole and as he leaned in to kiss me, he started to press himself into me. I tried to press him away but it was hard to do in the sling. It hurt, but it slipped in slowly. I gasped loudly and he started to massage my nipples.

He slowly started to move In and out of me, massaging my nipples to help me relax and slowly my hole accepted his dick. Once he felt that, he got faster and faster making the chains bang. I tried to stay loose but the fast pace was making me tighten and I cried out as I was forced to take his dick. We are attracted a much larger crowd by now as guys were trying to get in line to fuck me next. He kept the same fast pace and didn't let up at all. I bounced up and down as he pulled me back down on his deck with the chains. It made me extremely horny knowing I could not do anything but lay there and take it. I held on to the front chains and let him use my hole for about 10 minutes. He started to get harder and faster grabbing me by my throat and I knew he was going to breed me. As much as I knew I shouldn't let him, I was already too far gone and too horny, and it was much too loud for me to even stop him so I just let it happen.

He pounded me One last time and held my hole around his dick as he filled me up. I felt it bouncing up and down as it pumped his cum and he squeezed my throat so I couldn't breathe. I was about to tap him to let me breathe when he finally came down from his climax and let me go. He looked extremely satisfied as he leaned over and kissed me.

You little slut, I was going to save that load for the rest of the night, he said. We both smiled and he gave me a little slap as he pushed himself forcefully out of me and backed up. Have fun he said and started walking away.

Immediately All the guys closed in to get the next turn. I was stunned, I didn't expect him to just leave me like that. One of the guys immediately shoved his dick inside me without care if it hurt. I winced and said hey, but he was already fucking me. He was fucking me raw and I couldn't stop him because my feet were strapped down. I tried to push him with my hands but someone grabbed my arms and pinned them back. I think they thought I was trying to be a cum dump for anyone, but I didn't want that.

I tried to tell them to stop but it was too loud. After I yelled it a few times I could tell they could hear me but they didn't care. I was stuck there, taking his dick. I didn't know how I felt, it wasn't exactly hot when you didn't want it, but it didn't matter how I felt, I was taking his dick no matter what and I couldn't stop him. I tried to pull away a few times but there were too many hands on me, and my legs were strapped down. He fucked me for a few minutes and then let his friend take over. I realize I was going to be stuck here If I let that happen.

I squirmed some more and tried to free my feet and cried out again, but someone covered my mouth with their hands. I felt another dick push inside me and it was much bigger. I lay there hopelessly as he forcefully raped me, using the first guy's cum as lube. With somebody covering my mouth and face and someone else holding me down, I couldn't see or do anything. I did know there was a lot more people up there than I expected. I felt a short break as the guy swapped out and somebody else slid in. Somebody else started pounding me hard and I bounced around helplessly. It was a guy that had...

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Let's go for another story! This time I wanted to explore the details a lot, it helps me visualize the environment and the fictional characters more, so I can get into the story.

another thing I want to say that this first part is just to get to know the characters, there isn't much (any) action in it. I didn't want to put anything in it just to have something, so if you're waiting for action, you won't get it until the next post, which I'm already writing and will post tomorrow, maybe. If you like something more detailed and calm, this is the place for you (But the next parts will have lots of action!) :)
I hope you like it (remembering that my native language is not English, so please excuse any mistakes).
All parties pictured are 18 years of age or older.

The Young Tenant - Young drugged - Part 1

Karl is a 52-year-old man, with subtle signs of ageing, but still in good shape. He's not as muscular as a young man, but he keeps active, which gives him a firm build. His broad chest and shoulders show some natural sagging, but there is still a great deal of strength. At over 1.85m tall, he kept his posture upright, something that conveys an aura of confidence and experience. Her face is angular, with strong features, although the years have softened the contours a little. His skin has a texture that denotes maturity, but he maintains a firm, calm countenance. A thin beard, already a little white, is carefully cultivated, giving him an appearance of distinction without hiding his true age. His hair, now shorter and neatly trimmed, is a dark gray, almost silver, with a few lighter streaks at the temples. He prefers to keep his hair short, making it easier to look after, but without losing the charm of a certain sophistication. Karl's eyes are dark brown and intense, while his hands are large and calloused, evidence of his active life. Even though he's not a bodybuilder, he's always enjoyed physical activity and whenever he can, he does some maintenance around the house, which is why his hands have a firm texture and thick fingers.

Karl lives alone in his modest apartment, located in a quiet neighborhood of the city. The decor is practical and somewhat masculine: sober tones, simple but functional furniture. His apartment reflects his lifestyle - no luxuries, but cozy, with few distractions. He keeps everything organized, but doesn't care too much about exaggeration; his space is more of a refuge after a long day at work.

Karl is the kind of person who dedicates himself intensely to his work. He is a man of many commitments and tight deadlines, which takes up most of his time. Although he has a focused look and relentless discipline in the office, his body still carries a certain energy, a tension accumulated from hours and hours of sitting, with his mind constantly on the move.

Despite the hectic pace, Karl has a sex life full of desire, a flame that never goes out. He is still attracted to the freedom of seduction, the excitement of casual encounters and the energy that intimacy provides. However, due to work and a tight routine, he rarely has time to satisfy these desires. When he does, it's in an intense, devouring way, trying to recover what he's lost over the week. He misses a deeper connection, but for now, the physical need prevails.

When he goes to bed at night, Karl's body is marked by the lack of rest, but his mind is still bubbling with the thoughts of someone who knows what he wants. Sometimes he reflects on how easy it would be to have more time for something more lasting, but for now, work and routine dominate. He can still feel the tension pulsating in his muscles, as if waiting for a moment of relief - that rare moment when he can escape the daily pressure and indulge in pleasure.

Karl has always been the kind of person who respects privacy, values his routine and cherishes his personal space. His life, however full of professional challenges, has a certain balance, albeit fragmented by commitments and moments of solitude. He knew that the pressure of work and the incessant search for emotional and sexual stability kept him busy, but also comfortable in his individual life. However, when he received the call from Malcon, his longtime friend, something in his chest tightened.

Malcon, his voice hoarse and tired, explained the situation of his son, Henry. The 18-year-old had gotten involved with drugs and was going through a delicate phase. The situation was so serious that Malcon couldn't even guarantee a safe place for Henry, as he needed to renovate his house to house the boy. Malcon's request was simple, but loaded with urgency: he needed someone he could trust to house Henry until things were sorted out.

Karl was silent for a few seconds. He felt the weight of responsibility. He knew that opening up his apartment to someone, especially a troubled young man, would mean opening up his routine and his boundaries. But at the same time, he couldn't ignore his friend's pain and despair. The idea that a young man, still searching for an identity and a path, could be so lost touched him in a way he couldn't deny.

He had always been direct and pragmatic, but at that moment, words didn't come easily. He knew that sheltering Henry would mean less privacy for himself, more potential conflict and an emotionally challenging situation. Karl's life was not made for complications. But something deep inside him made him feel responsible. Malcon was his friend, and that kind of bond couldn't be ignored. What's more, Karl knew that he had the experience and self-control to deal with the situation calmly, although not without challenges.

“I'll help you, Malcon,” Karl finally said, with a calmness that didn't quite match the whirlwind of thoughts running through his head. “I can house Henry here for a while. I'll get the room ready.”

The decision was made. Henry would come to Karl's apartment!

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Over the next few days, Karl tried to organize his home to receive Henry. The spare room he used for storage was cleaned and prepared, with the double bed already set up and some clothes and personal belongings stored in boxes to free up space. He did his best to make the environment as comfortable as possible, but without trying to add any sense of overprotection. He didn't want the young man to feel judged or pressured.

As soon as Henry entered, Karl observed the boy in the middle of his classroom;

A very white boy, slim and slender, with a youthful appearance and still in the development phase. His bones are thin, and although he doesn't have huge muscles, his shoulders and chest are beginning to show subtle signs of growth. He has an almost uncontrollable energy, typical of those in their teens, with a body that is still shaping up, but which already shows a certain grace and agility. His skin is smooth, without acne marks, and his body has an air of fragility, but also of vibrant youth.

Henry's hair is light blond, with a touch of gold that stands out in the sunlight coming through the window. He usually keeps it a little messy, with strands falling slightly over his forehead, giving him an uncomplicated, rebellious look. The cut is short at the sides, but a little longer at the top, which allows him to style it casually, but always with a certain carefree style. His face is thin, with delicate features that still have a touch of the softness of adolescence. His jaw is narrower and his chin, which is a little rounded, has not yet fully defined itself. Henry's hands are thin, with long, slender fingers, still with that boyish look, as if they hadn't undergone much experience or hard work.

Karl came back to reality and noticed Henry's nervousness, perhaps because of the situation itself, or because of the reality of being there, in that strange and temporary place. Karl wasn't very comfortable with the idea of having someone living there, but he knew he needed to take the first step.

“Let's sit down for a while,” Karl said, gesturing for Henry to settle down. “I think we'd better clear a few things up before you settle in here.”

Henry sat down, his shoulders tense. He still wasn't sure what to expect from Karl, but he was out of options. He just nodded.

“Look, I understand the situation, your father has already explained it to me...” Karl began, trying to be direct but without being rude. “But things are going to be different here. I'm not here to be your father, but I'm not going to let this turn into chaos either. I have some rules to keep everything in order. And since you're sharing the space with me, I need you to respect that.”

Henry just nodded again, although he was paying attention to Karl's words.

Karl paused, watching Henry. “First thing: respect is fundamental here. The space isn't that big, but we need to be vigilant, I won't tolerate excessive mess or noise, especially at night. I work a lot, so when I'm at home I need a quiet environment.”

Henry muttered, “That's good,” with an expression that showed some discomfort, but also a certain acceptance.

“Another thing,” Karl continued, now with a slightly more serious tone. “I have my habits and because I've lived alone for a long time it's going to be hard to lose them, just so you know... And one more thing: you won't be allowed to bring people here. No visitors, nobody. This includes girlfriends, friends or any other kind of visitor. I know you might want to see your friends or a girl, but for now, that's not an option. I want to avoid any kind of problem.”

Henry looked down, fiddling with his hands, clearly uncomfortable with what he was hearing. He was at a low point in his life, and the idea of not being able to get involved with anyone, even fleetingly, seemed like another cruel restriction. But he knew he had no choice.

“Finally, I'm going to have to carry out a search, every day I'm going to search you so that nothing illegal gets in here, I've been to prison and I know what it's like there, I'm not going to let you ruin everything.” - Karl said and Henry slumped further down on the sofa, he knew he was in a complicated situation and that despite the rules he had nothing to do.

Karl continued: “I'm not here to be your friend or to judge you, but those are the rules. If you have any questions, let me know. What you do outside of here is your business, but remember, if you've come here you're not going in! As long as you're under my roof, that's how things will work,” Karl finished, with a slight firmness in his voice.

Henry was silent for a moment, digesting Karl's words. He was in a fragile situation and didn't want to create any more friction, so, reluctantly, he finally looked at Karl and said:

“I understand. It won't be a problem. I'll keep to myself.”

Henry definitely had no choice, and he know it.

That's it! it's already too long...
That was part 1! I will post the second part tomorrow.
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This story is fictional and everyone is 21+ years old.

So, this happened last week when I got home late from work. It was Friday night. I couldn’t wait to get there, take a long shower and get into bed asap.

I entered my building where I met my landlord, Pete. Fuck…

Pete was a towering man, easily over six feet, with a presence that made the dimly lit hallway feel even narrower. His beard was scruffy and unkempt, and his greasy hair clung to his forehead in uneven strands. The smell of stale sweat and cheap whiskey clung to him like a second skin. His flannel shirt was stained and stretched tight over his broad frame, and the way he always leaned just slightly too close made my stomach churn.

Pete was slouched against the wall near the mailboxes, a half-empty bottle in his hand. His eyes locked onto me immediately, a predator spotting prey.

He slurred my name, straightening up with an unsettling grin. “Good to see ya.”

My heart sank. I was a month behind on rent, and the last thing I needed was this confrontation. “Evening, Pete,” I muttered, attempting to breeze past him.

But he moved with surprising speed, falling into step beside me as I headed for the stairs. “Been meanin’ to talk to you,” he said, his breath reeking of alcohol. “You got my money yet?”

“I’ll have it soon,” I lied, fumbling in my bag for my keys, praying he’d leave it at that.

We reached my door. My fingers brushed against the empty pocket where my keys should’ve been. Panic bloomed in my chest. “Damn it,” I whispered.

Pete chuckled darkly. “Lost your key? Lucky for you, I got a spare. Why don’t you come with me to get it.”

I hesitated. Every instinct screamed to refuse, to run, but the alternative was sleeping in the hallway with Pete lurching all night. I forced a smile and nodded.

“Good,” he said, motioning me toward the basement stairwell. His grin widened. “Let’s get you sorted.”

As we approached his apartment, his heavy boots were thudding against the floor. I followed reluctantly. The door to his unit creaked open. “Come in,” he muttered, gesturing toward the couch, “keys are in the drawer.”

Pete shut the door behind me with a heavy thud, the sound making my chest tighten. I stayed near the entrance, unwilling to step further.

“Keys are somewhere in here,” he muttered as he fumbled in a drawer, then turned abruptly, his expression hardening. “But let’s talk first. Rent’s overdue. You think I don’t notice?”

“I told you, I’ll have it soon,” I said, my voice firmer than I felt.

Pete laughed, a low, guttural sound that made my skin crawl. “You think I’m stupid? ‘Soon’ don’t pay my bills.” He stepped closer, the room seeming smaller with his bulk filling it. “You’ve been dodging me for weeks. That stops now.”

My heart pounded as I tried to hold my ground. “I just need a little more time. I promise.”

Pete slammed the drawer shut, the force rattling the table. “Promises don’t mean shit.” He leaned in, his alcohol-laced breath hot on my face. “Maybe it’s time we work out another kind of arrangement.”

He laid his hand on me and caressed my face. “What the fuck?” I said firm. “Get your hands off…” my voice faded as he suddenly grabbed me by the neck. I had difficulty breathing.

“You know…” he said in a low voice. “I get lonely sometimes”. “Let… go…” I tried. “It’s been a while since I… had some relief. You know what I mean?” I couldn’t breathe. My hands grabbed his wrist but his grip around my neck was too tight. Then he let go. I gasped as I fell to my knees.

The room was spinning. I was unable to say anything and my body was shaking.

I heard how he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. As I looked up Pete began massaging his cock through his boxers. He groaned. “You know I heard faggots like you give decent head. Is that true?”

What the fuck? How did he know I was gay? I felt embarrassed. “I… uhh.. don’t know what you…” He ignored me and removed his boxers and his pants. His thick cock was peeking out of a thick bush of pubic hair. No way I was having that in my mouth. I looked passed my landlord. He chuckled and walked towards the door “there’s no way you’re leaving before you paid your rent.” My heart sank as he locked the door.

He sat down in a chair in his living. “Lick ‘em” as he pointed at his balls. I tried to get up… “No!” He said firmly. “Crawl to me.” I sighed. But decided to do as he said. I crawled over until the thick head of his cock was in front of me. “Well? Start licking!” He ordered. I closed my eyes in disgust as I dragged my tongue across his low hanging balls. I tasted his musky sweat as i felt the coarse hairs on my tongue. He growled and threw his head back. “That’s it.”

“Now suck it” he ordered after a while. I hesitated. He grabbed my head and forced his dick in my mouth. I almost choked as he forced my head up and down. I felt his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth, as his salty precum oozed in my throat. I felt disgusted. But I was unable to get away. He kept forcing my head down, burrying my nose in his pubes, his throbbing cock down my throat. “Yeah….” He moaned. I panicked as I was again unable to breathe. This time because my face was locked between his thick thighs.

Then he let go and suddenly stood up. I lifted my head. Tears sprang from my eyes as I gasped. I fell backwards and was drooling a mixture of saliva and precum.

The room was spinning. I tried to get up but I was too dizzy. Fuck! I looked at Pete and saw that he had gotten fully naked at this time. He ordered me to take off my clothes as well. I hesitated but was too affraid to go against him. I reluctantly took all my clothes off. He grabbed my arm and forced me to the adjacent bedroom.

“Stand overthere.” He ordered and gestured towards the mirror in the corner of the room. He stood behind me. He moved his hands over my shoulders and down my waste. With his foot he kicked my feet apart and spread my butcheeks. “Look at that pretty pink pussy!”

My landlord spat on his hand with his one hand, and with other bent me forward over his bed. I could feel his wet fingers on my sphincter. “Hmm…” he groaned as he entered me. I moaned in pain as he was fingering me. “Look in the mirror. I want you to look at yourself as you pay your rent’”

I looked over and saw how he was working my ass. I was startled at how big he looked next to me. His big, hairy and masculine physique towered over me. I started moaning louder as his fingers kept on moving in further and further. When he pulled his fingers back there was no time for me to catch my breath. He immediately pressed his cock against my sphincter. He groaned as he forced his manhood inside of me. I let out a painful moan and grimaced in agony as I felt his thick cock entering me against my will.

Pete once again forced me to look over to the mirror. I saw his hips thrust back and forth. He the pushed his body forward so I fell over onto the bed. I felt his weight as he lowered himself on top of me. I felt scared. His body was hot and sweaty. I felt his beard in my neck and i could smell the alcohol on his breath as he gasped “oh… baby… yeah. Your pussy… feels nice…” He started moaning and groaning louder as his thrusts became faster. He clenched my wrists hard and I could feel his balls slap against mine. “Ohhh…” he moaned loudly. I was filled with disgust when I felt his cock pumping and twitching inside me.

He laid there a few moments on top of me. I felt his cock soften inside me as his cum started dripping out. He lifted his body, stood there a moment. Without saying anything he grabbed my arms, forced me towards the door. He unlocked it, flung it open and shoved me out. I tripped and fell to the floor. Then he threw my clothes out as well.

“Wait, what about the…” but as soon as I said it he threw me the key as well.

“Make sure your payments are on time from now.” He said as he slammed the door.

When I saw him again next week he acted like nothing happened. I didn’t know if it was an act or if he was too drunk to remember. I wasn’t going to make a fuss about it. I needed a roof over my head. All I needed to do was make sure I paid my rent on time from now on.

The end.

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Part 2

The following is a work of fiction. All parties depicted are 18 years of age or older. 

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I woke up confused and in pain. I could hear people talking all around me. Someone is pounding away at my hole. He notices me waking up. 

“Guys I think the fag is waking up!” The room cheers. Was this some sort of frat initiation? 

I tried to move but I’m bound, gagged and blindfolded in a sling. I try screaming but the ball gag doesn’t let me make much noise. Finally someone loosens up the gag. 

I’m sobbing. “What are you doing? Please stop! I didn’t ask for any of this.” 

I hear a familiar voice. “You told me verbatim that a bound sub is a helpless sub. Now you are my bound faggot cum dump and these boys have a lot more work to do on your hole. Do you want to be awake for the rest of it? Do you want to watch us destroy your hole?”

“Yes please Sirs.” 

“Good boy.”

He releases the blindfold and there are bright lights so I can’t see who is around me. I look up and see a monitor above me. It’s zoomed-in live streaming of my ass being abused. My dick is locked in a cage and right now my hole is being stretched open by an unknown stranger with a big black dick. I try to relax and accept his dick deeper. 

“Good boy! Look at him open up. I think he’s actually enjoying this too much.” He pulls his dick all the way out and slams it balls deep back inside me. I scream at the top of my lungs and with my mouth open someone uses that as an opportunity to use my throat. 

I can’t breathe, my hole is getting destroyed and I have no idea what’s going on. I can tell the guy fucking is getting close as he fucks me harder and deeper. He pulls out and slams his dick in me one last time and cums.  “I think it’s time to see how much this faggot can really take.”

The room cheers, “Give him a fist!”

I immediately clinch. I can’t take a fist, I’ve only been fucked by some average dick a few times, nothing as big as a fist.

“Don’t worry boy. You’ve taken plenty of dick already tonight. You are ready for the next level.” 

 I start to cry again. 

“Please sir, don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone.” 

I feel someone lubing up my hole and start inserting their fingers. I thought he would add one at a time, but the next things I know he shoves his hand in my hole. The room goes wild chanting “FIST HIS ASS! FIST HIS ASS!”

I scream and sob. I yelled “NO” and “STOP”. But nothing stops the relentless assault on my hole. I try escaping from the sling, but the locks are too tight. I look at the monitor and see his arm disappearing in my hole. The pain is more than I can take. 

“Alright, that’s it. Let him relax.” 

I think the assault is over. But the next thing I know a rag appears in front of my face. The man covers my face. I try fighting but I’m helpless and I can’t. I yell for him to stop and try biting but that earns me a smack to my balls from the man with his fist in my hole. I begin to lose control of my body. I hear someone say that I’m relaxing. I feel something else enter my hole. I try screaming but I’m out once again. 

Part 1

The following is a work of fiction. All parties depicted are 18 years of age or older. 

I just graduated college and moved to Chicago from rural Wisconsin. I had just come out after graduation and was eager to meet guys to explore my sexual interests. I was settling in on my first night and decided to open the apps. My profile was the typical headless toned torso, 22, white, brown hair, green eyes. I mentioned that I was open to kinks and role play, but didn’t really have any kink experience. 

I started chatting with another recent grad. He was a 24 year old corn fed and muscular Midwestern boy with all American good looks. I knew I wanted his dick and his load. He mentioned being dominant and was interested in some kinks. He asked me about my kinks, what I had tried and what I was willing to try. I told him that a DL frat guy I met freshman year regularly used me when his girl wouldn’t put out and had handcuffed me to his bed once when he was drunk, but that was it. He asked what I wanted to try and what my limits were, I jokingly said “a bound sub is just a helpless hole.” He told me to be careful what I asked for, that some guys would take advantage of me saying that. 

I didn’t think much about his warning. He said he could host and I told him I needed to shower and I would head over to his place. I resisted the urge to jack off and showered quickly. I told him I was ready and he shared his address. He was a 5 minute walk away. 

I showed up to his place and rang the doorbell.

“Welcome, come on in.”

“Thanks for having me over.” I smiled and was relieved it was the guy from the pictures.

“Do you want something to drink before we get started?”

“Water would be great.” I took a seat on the couch and he went to the kitchen. He came back carrying a glass of water for me and a beer for himself. We chatted for a few minutes and I started feeling tired and a little dizzy. 

“You ready to get started, boy?” His tone changed. He stood up and towered over me. I could barely hold myself up. He grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me off the couch. 

“I think I should leave. I’m not feeling well, I’m so dizzy.” 

“I know, boy, but trust me, you’ll thank me later.” He steadied me and walked me down the hall. He opened the door to his room. 

As the door opened, I saw that we weren’t alone and that there was a sling set up in the middle of the room. The dizziness intensified and he caught me as I collapsed. 

I posted this once and my account got banned for some reason. Not really sure why. Pt 2 is posted but under a different throwaway.

This is a work of fiction. Everyone is 18+

I never expected to be in this position. Face down. Getting slammed from behind. Behind. That was the problem wasn’t it.

I was by no means a big guy, but I was very physically active. Standing at about 5’8” and 160, I was at my peak physically. After letting myself go during my college years, I made a hard 180 in my early twenties. I was by no means perfect, but I was fairly cut. And my biggest - um - asset was just that. My ass.

I love squatting. Its easily my favorite exercise. I once heard someone say “even the flattest ass in baseball is an absolute dumptruck.” While crude, I can attest to that being true. After years of playing baseball in highschool and college, all my friends had rather massive back ends. I was no exception. If anything, mine was probably the fattest.

Not that it mattered. I wasn’t gay, so no one was getting back there. I had a girlfriend try to stick a finger up there once and I shot that shit down immediately. People could lust all they want, but my ass was for viewing only.

I had been taken aback, but not super surprised, to hear someone call out “Damn, look at that thing” one day when I had been in mid squat. I laughed off the joke, or what I thought was a joke at least. Not realizing the danger I was suddenly in.

When I was done with my set I turned to see a new face, Andy, standing waiting for his turn on the squat rack. He had been laughing, apparently the one to make the quip. We shook hands and got to chatting, taking turns on the squat rack, pressuring each other to go harder and longer. He would spot me from behind when if I needed it. I would have spot him too, but there was no way.

So, about Andy. Andy WAS a big guy. A very big guy. A conservative guess put him at about 6’5” and 280. The man was absolute bulk - massive arms surrounded a chest that housed two ridiculous pecs. Tree trunk thighs led down to calves that were larger than even my biceps. He may have had a bit of a gut, but he was very clearly in great shape. Ironically, the only thing I had him beat in was the glutes. My butt was definitely bigger, though his wasn’t far behind.

We ended up changing together post workout in the lockerroom. He was…very proportionate. He had one of those dicks so big you couldn’t help but glare, even as a 100% straight dude. I caught myself looking wondering how any girl could manage handling that.

Despite looking like a man that could tear my head off, Andy was a super nice guy. We started talking and it turns out we had a ton in common. Video games, UFC, the gym, even the same type of girls. We worked out together - he was very patient with having to swap weights back and forth on all the bars. As we did, he’d occasionally show me the tits of various girls he’d banged. I wasn’t prude, but preferred to keep my own exploits to myself.

I got use to seeing him at the gym and we would workout together often. I’d have to put up with his remarks about my ass, he’d slap it every chance he got. A couple times he’d let his hand linger there, cupping a full cheek and giving a hard squeeze. I’d have to swat his hand away with a “dude, really?” But again, I played so many rec sports in high school that it didn’t phase me. Guys pulled shit like that all the time.

It should have been a red flag.

One weekend Andy invited me over to watch UFC. When I got to his house, his buddy Mark was already there. Mark was also a giant. Not as big, but damn near close. Mark laid on the couch, one massive arm behind his head, revealing a single armpit with a smidge of hair. He was shirtless with beads of sweat littering his massive, hairy torso. When he stood to shake my hand, the sweat started to drop off him.

“Nice to meet you man, I’m Mark.” he had said, his grip extremely firm.

“Tim.”

“Hey, Tim, want a beer?” Andy yelled from what I presumed was the kitchen.

“Sure!” I called back, turning to the direction of the noise.

“Damn,” Mark slapped my butt. “You weren’t kidding, this kids got some junk in that trunk.”

“Get in line,” Andy laughed, walking into the room with 3 beers. “I get first crack.”

“Sorry gents,” I laughed, trying to keep up with their level of play joking. “No one’s getting any crack at the crack.”

We sat on the couch, me in the middle of the two ogres. Something…I don’t know… carnal in me stirred. Sandwiched between these monsters I couldn’t help but feel somehow like less of a man. Inferior. Belittled just by sitting. I tried to shake it off

“What the hell were you two up to?” I asked, realizing Andy was also sweating. He wore a tank and gym shorts, both completely saturated. I took a whiff of the air and it smelled like my gym bag.

“Just wrestling around before UFC starts, we like to drill.”

“God, is that why it smells rank in here?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Andy said. He lifted his arm and took a whiff of his own armpit. Jesus, this guys arms were huge. His chest was huge. Goddamn, everything was huge. “Does it smell like this?” He grabbed the back of my head and, in one motion, threw my whole face into his pit. It was nothing but pure musk. He held me there for several seconds. I tried to push off his massive torso but couldn’t. “You’re probably not use to what a real man smells like.”

I finally broke free of his grip and pulled my head back. “Dude, what the fuck.”

“Hey now, my turn.” I turned to face Mark, and he proceeded to do the exact. Same. damn. Thing. “Who smells better? Or fuck it, who smells worse? Which one’s the real man smell.”

Mark. Was worse. His musk overpowered me, I could hardly breathe. All I could do was intake that manly smell. That sense of inferiority stirred in me again along with something else. My “this is danger you idiot” bell rang in my head.

One more time, I broke free. I immediately stood to my feet, both other guys now laughing hysterically at their own dumb humor.

“You guys are fucking sick. I’m taking off.”

“Oh calm the fuck down.” Andy jested. I did not calm the fuck down. I picked up my wallet and keys, shoved them in my pants and headed for the door. As I began to open it, a massive arm forcibly shut it closed. I could smell the musk wafting over my shoulder.

“Don’t leave, relax and hang out.” Andy said, putting his hand on my shoulder and turning me back to the living room.

“I’m serious, I want to go.”

“Oh, unwad your panties,” he joked. He bent over, grabbed me by the waist and hurled me over his shoulder. His grasp was firm but relatively gentle. “I promise, no more face in pits.” He threw me back on the couch. I landed face down, longways on the couch. My head landed uncomfortably close to Mark’s crotch. I instinctively looked up, and he tussled my hair and gave me a little wink.

I immediately sat up straight, preparing to stand again and bolt for the front door. Before I could, Andy sat down, laying his massive right thigh over my left, half sitting on me and half on the couch. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gripped me tight. “Just relax, we’ll back off. Sit, drink, watch some fucking dudes beat the shit out of each other.”

And believe it or not, we did. For the next 3 hours or so we just shot the shit like normal guys. The fights were intense and pulled my attention away from what had happened. The beer started flowing too. These guys could absolutely house beer. I tried my best to keep up, but it wasn’t until a couple hours in that I realized that my size wouldn’t let me. They were getting tipsy. I was getting hammered.

The final fight finished, I got up and took a very long piss. I looked in the mirror and saw my blood shot eyes staring back. I made the decision to ask if I could pass out on the couch. When I got out and back into the living room all the furniture was pushed against the walls and the two hulks were on the ground wrestling around.

“What are you two pussies doing?” I barked with laughter. “You two playing some WWE like little boys?” I felt flush in my cheeks. My head was swimming.

“Why, you want winner?” Mark breathed heavily. He was laying underneath Andy in what was known as half mount. Both were shirtless now and it was the largest pile of dude I had seen

“Nah, I don’t want to make you two little girls cry.” This was purely the alcohol talking. I was feeling loose. They were both good with ragging on me, I could rag on them. Right?

“Keep talking like that and I’ll have a point to prove,” Andy laughed back, though there was a strange heat to his voice.

“I’d have you crying, dude.”

Andy knelt up, letting go of Mark beneath him.

“Say that one more time and you will regret it.” This time his voice was stern. I didn’t hear it. All I was hearing was my own drunken idiocy. He slapped my ass more times than I could count, I could prode him. Right? I walked straight up to him, but my hand on his crew-cut head, my dick nearing his face.

“Bro, I’d make you my bitch.” And that was my final mistake. Before I knew what was happening, Andy spear tackled me to the ground. I was caught of guard, winded, and he mounted took the opportunity to mount me. We were in the same half guard position he had been with mark, my legs straddling his torso, but with our size difference I was completely encased by his bulk.

“That was a fucking mistake on your part. I’m going to have no mercy on this ass tonight.” Fuck. Fuck. He as kidding right? We were just joking, right!?

“We. We’re gunna have no mercy,” I heard Mark’s beefy voice chime in.

“Come on dude,” I whined. “I was just fucking with you, let me up.”

“Make me.”

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My friend Jacky told me about the nude beach, something I’d never would’ve thought existed in our area. He knew I was wanting to experiment more and brought it up like it was the experience of a lifetime. He kept teasing me about how I spent all of college cooped up in classrooms and my dorm having anxiety attacks and studying. While true, it still annoyed me to be constantly reminded despite how I’d grown since then. Still, this was something that had me more nervous than anything I could’ve drank or smoked with Jacky, yet it was equally exciting. So while we planned to go out together so I don’t “chicken out” I made a decision to go alone first. One I would soon regret then rejoice in.

I felt like I was the odd one out. Like somehow everyone was staring at me like I was doing something wrong. Perhaps luckily I’d chosen a weekday morning so there weren’t many people around. But even the ones I saw out my mind at ease with how naturally they seemed to act despite being completely exposed. This natural feeling seemed to rub off on me after about an hour, so much so that I started actually exploring and climbing freely without the weird sense of shame that followed me. Unfortunately, what no one told me was to stay out of the deeper wood, since that’s where the “internet shit” as Jacky put it, happened.

I wouldn’t call this a beach, since it was more closely related to a natural preserve that happened to be alongside a large body of fresh water. Maybe a lake or river? Instead of white sand it was rocky terrain and lush trees carved with concrete to make smoother inclines. It was really beautiful, and I found myself leaving behind rails and concrete for rocky faces and moist earth. That’s when I stumbled upon who I would come to know as “Daddy Mike.” An older man, easily old enough to be my dad, just stroking his cock in the sun without a care in the world among the trees. I already felt awkward intruding on his solitude, but then I realized I was breaking a rule already by staring at the thick shaft moving beneath the friction of Mike’s fingers. Definitely beat the average diameter by two or three inches! I’d never considered myself as gay or even bi, yet I watched the portly man work for some time beneath his hardened gut. Long enough for him to notice and smile.“Like what ya see, don’t ya?” His deep voice made me tremble as his aged and weary eyes looked me over hungrily.

“S-sorry! I guess I got lost!” I tried to laugh it off before another voice came from behind me, somehow deeper and closer. “Awe, Mike don’t mind, he loves when cute little thangs watch!” I spun around to see another man walking up with a cooler in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. Of course he too was naked, and by god was that dick long. He was a tall and skinnier man with a forest of gray hair on his face and chest, the length slapping his thighs fell halfway down them. He introduced himself as Jeremiah, dropping the cooler and holding out his calloused hand for a shake. On obligation, I accepted. “Soft hands boy, I like that.”

He laughed. He then invited me to sit with them. “S-sorry but I’m just…looking for my friends! I’m pretty new to all this and don’t know…what I’m supposed to do, you know?”The first part was a lie yet why couldn’t I lie about the second? Mike seemed to smile wide upon hearing how new I was.“Adorable! Then you gotta stay, this is a primo spot! Can see over the whole shoreline from here and no one to bother ya, ‘cept me and old Jerry here.” Still feeling awkward, yet oddly enticed, I felt I had no choice but to stay for at least a minute, I did have my phone though it was in my bag. It was very quiet, the wind was a cool breeze so it was like I just left the world behind. Nervously I set up between Mike and Jeremiah who offered me a beer.

“So, how you digging it so far?” Jeremiah asked, handing me the beer and breaking rule 1 again as he stared at my hardened nipples. “It’s…weird, but a good weird? Like natural, you know?” I responded, just playing with the lip of the can. “Hell yeah it’s natural! This is as close as you can get with the city being so close. Man can get lost for hours out here.” Mike patted my back, letting his hand slide down in a way that made my heart sink before I pulled away. “Y-yeah, I can definitely see myself camping out here or something…and uh…sorry about earlier, I thought that kind of stuff wasn’t allowed.” I averted my gaze to the beer can in my hands.

Mike smirked at me, grabbing his dick again while Jeremiah took a swig of his own drink. I could feel his eyes on me, running down me to my ass squishing against the pink towel I bought. Jacky always said I had a nice one, a firm bubble but for a “cute hairless twink” as he called me. Mike began stroking again like he’d never stopped,, sharing an odd look with Heremiah before they both seemed to shrug. “Normally you don’t, but way up here? No one can see ya, unless they wanna~ you think being naked feels natural? Try jerking off to this view!” The shorter of the duo laughed, looking over the water and people occasionally passing by. I couldn’t help but laugh with him, “No, I could never! Not into all that…stuff!” Then I felt it, a sudden grab around my surprisingly half hard member. I gasped and grabbed Mike’s wrist. “Come on, ain’t nothing we ain’t seen before, right Jerry?” Make squeezed my dick firmly, twisting his fingers around the foreskin.“Right, Mike! Besides, you’re gettin pretty hard for a straight boy.” Jeremiah chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and holding the frosty can of hops to my right nipple. This made me gasp, almost moan as I was now being stroked. It was an odd case of paralysis, and they weren’t wrong, I was getting hard.

“W-wait, stop! I’m not l-like that!” I protest, but they keep going, both holding on tighter and refusing to budge. “You say you’ve never been here, yet you found us way out here? Either you sniffed out what you want or you’re damn lucky~” Jeremiah sneered, grabbing my resistant wrist tightly. “He’s leakin like a faucet Jerry, I think I know which one.” Mike added, stroking me faster until I was staring up to the sky for help but still trying to stay discreet. “N-no! I didn’t know!” I whimper, “Stop already! I’m not gay!” I pushed Mike but he simply adjusted his grip, bringing one of my hands down and Jeremiah held onto the other one. “Then why were ya staring? Go on, if you ain’t gonna say it, then maybe you aughta show it?” Before I could do anything else, I felt Mike drag my left hand over to his cock. It felt hot, smooth like velvet and rod hard at the same time. My own cock was likely the same and oozing precum. I could never last too long…and as I started lifting and rotating my hand up and around that hog, well…

“S-stop, I’m gonna cum!” I squealed like a pig but it was too late. The situation, the tough, the exposure, it made me shoot. “Haha, already? Natural indeed!” Mike sped up his own motions, making mine freeze in place around his tip and squeeze. I let out a weak moan as dozen of thin watery strands arch from my cock to the ground. Jeremiah laughed heartily at that one. “Damn, white boy can shoot! Think minute man here can even beat you, Mike.” Jerry gave an impressed whistle. “Really? Seemed pretty weak to me, good thing I’m up next.” My body was too paralyzed with pleasure to accept any command to run-phone and clothes be damned-before I was pulled down and met with a face full of musky pubes. My lips sliding down the back of the thick member I’d been stroking.

“Wait, what are you doing? Get off of me!” When I could finally move right, I started trying to get away but it was far too late. When I raised my head, Mike pushed me down hard and managed to shove me balls deep with a violent gag. I’d never even curiously sucked on a banana before, let alone taken something twice as thick to the edge of my throat! My body heaved to reject the intrusion and I kept struggling. I managed to pull myself off for a moment to simply scream, “No!” Before I felt the man’s superior weight shift. I couldn’t fight that, I was much smaller than him. Soon he was in top of me, the shadow of his bulky frame and distended gut obscuring my vision.

“Yeah, keep fightin’ boy!” Mike laughed, pulling my hair and forcing me to swallow him again. It hurt, the grip he had was right against my scalp and the angle made his cock push painfully against my throat while forcing my jaw wider than I’d been used to. Trapped beneath his weight I couldn’t move, so he moved for me like I was his beat up old sex doll, pummeling my throat with reckless abandon while I tried to scream. It was just a muffled sob really, mixed with startling moans while I kept trying to kick and push my way out of this.

“God that’s good, how’s it taste, boy? Daddy Mike’s been Savin’ a load just for you! Extra crusty like I know you sluts love it!” Mike chortled, breathing heavily as he beat my face with his hips. Moving surprisingly fast for his age or weight. Crunching leaves and wet slurps filled my ears, tears in my eyes as I pleaded for him to stop. He wasn’t lying, I hadn’t noticed before but his cock was coated in the dry remains of cum, the taste mingled with sweat and overly thick pre to create an earthy slurry in my throat that made me sick. Churning like butter along his dick and spilling out over my face with every relentlessly recurring thrust. Yet the more I tasted it, the better it got…no, not better, just…addicting…This was my life for the next few minutes before he came. Needless to say, I’m now a swallower, daddy Mike and Jeremiah made sure of that by unloading directly between onto my tongue and filling my mouth. When he pulled out I started coughing, choking on cum and rolling over to spit it out.

Jeremiah didn’t let that happen though, as soon as I got on my knees he was behind me. One hand wrapped around my face to keep my mouth closed while the other held my nose shut. His body pushed me against the ground again and covered me, that long dick pressed between my pristine asscheeks. I couldn’t breathe! Not with Mike’s incredibly voluminous load in my mouth….”Swallow it.” He demanded. I was crying now, tears like waterfalls down my cheeks as I fought back, clawing at the dirt only to crumble and with several heavy gulps forcing the slimy contents of my mouth down my beaten throat. “Good boy….goooood boy~” Jeremiah cooed, letting my nose free and moving his hand down. I was already going to scream, but what happened next made me shriek like a banshee between Jeremiah’s fingers. Seven…eight? Nine inches? It may as well have been a light pole pushing its way past my virgin asshole. “No! No no no! Stop, please! I’m sorry!” I don’t even know what I was apologizing for, what I did to deserve this, but it wasn’t going to stop. Jeremiah was going to be my first, Jeremiah was my first…Jeremiah was raping me. “Hooooo~ that’s the good shit right there, dang ol’ custome fit man~” he moaned, working me open by rolling his hips. It was everything I feared and more. I could feel every tear, I thought I could feel myself bleeding, stretching farther than I’d ever felt before. A deep reaching burning and bruising as my inner walls fought back against the intrusion only to be beaten. Through the searing hot pain that nearly turned my inner mind into static, I could just barely imagine an engine block. An overtuned engine that roared with the sound of a piston jackhammering in and out, and fuck was he jackhammering my ass like he wanted to rip me in half.

They were right, l could see people but they couldn’t see me. They couldn’t hear me through Jeremiah’s fingers as I pleaded for help, as I sobbed like a bitch while being fucked like one. “Shhhhh just let it happen, this is what faggots get. Fuck yeah suck on that dick pussy~” A harsh elbow pushed my head into the dirt, filling my mouth with dirt. Apparently Jeremiah didn’t think he had enough leverage, now he did, slamming from tip to balls with each stroke. It was only a few minutes, but it felt like eternity as he snarled into my ear like an animal. Cumming inside me and I swear I could feel every cell search my ass for a place to root itself.

Of course we weren’t done, Jeremiah pulled himself out and wind filled my flooded ass while his cum poured from my rim. I tried to crawl away, standing felt too hard but I stumbled only to be crushed again under Mike’s weight. “No, not again! I won’t say anything just please stop!” I shouted before that feeling of pain returned thrice over. I’ve seen how pipe fittings are made, how the tube is forced open around a gauge. Thats what I felt like. I was being resized in real time. Jeremiah rushed to plug my mouth since someone stopped on the path to look, but my would be savior didn’t see where the call had come from and just walked away. All while I was forced the sloppy cock that was just in my ass. It reached far deeper than Mike’s did and didn’t stretch my jaw nearly as much, but I was suffocating on it while being treated like a stuffed pig. “Fuck he’s got a tight little cunt, daddy’s gotta work extra hard on this one!” Mike huffed, sweat falling heavily from his brow as he abused my quivering asshole. He came quickly the second time. I don’t know how many times they came in me…or how many times I did. All I remember is when Jeremiah pulled out of my throat, I gave one last beg to let me go before he flipped me over. Yet somehow I could still feel every thrust and slap, every pull of my mouth to make sure it was open to catch their loads for days after.

Next thing I knew I was waking up in a ditch, leaves and cum clinging ti my exhausted body. Mike and Jeremiah were gone, but my stuff was still there. A man was standing over me, looking concerned and slightly annoyed. “So you took my score? Seriously?” He was of course naked, yet wore a coat of makeup that made his lips pop red like the rosy white still trailing to a puddle beneath me. After a brief exchange, it turns out he was supposed to meet Mike and Jeremiah, apparently there’s a bit of a fetish for let’s say “reluctant” sex and this guy was looking to get his fix before cancelling, cell reception was bad so they likely didn’t realize. He tried to reschedule once he got back on the road since it was supposed to be an all day thing but…well he found me. I really should thank him, if he hadn’t gotten held up, I wouldn’t have found my newest obsession. Whether the two men knew all that or not, I don’t know. What I do know is I was far more confident coming back with Jacky~

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 and over.

Part 1:My New Big Friend pt 1

I would love to hear your comments. This is the last of this particular story.

“Make me.” Andy repeated. The sudden change in tone was jarring. This guy had always teased me, but this was beyond the pale. He wasn’t really going to do anything. But still, I started to panic. I tried to squirm my way out of his grasp.

I couldn’t. He pinned both of my arms above his head with only one of his. My entire body was pinned down by a dude nearly twice my size. He took his other hand and started to play with the waistband of my pants. Guttural instincts took over and I started to kick and buck and do whatever I could to get away. Nothing worked. The best I could could do was slightly squirm.

“That feels good, keep wiggling that ass on my dick.” Wait. Was he hard? I thought I felt his leg up against my ass, but that couldn’t be right, not from the position he was in. God…goddamn this man was big. He started to slowly dry hump me through our clothes and then I could definitely feel the massive dick up against me. Fitting smoothing to where my crack was. He began to nibble at my ear.

“Please…” my voice cracked.

“Thats right, beg me for it.” He whispered to me.

“No. Please, stop,” I could barely breath, my chest being crushed under his.

Andy suddenly sat up then, and turned backwards. Thank god, he’s finally letting up.

“Hold him down, I gotta grab something.”

A second hulking figure walked around me. Mark took the reverse position and knelt down on top of me, facing Andy. His legs pinned my arms down and he sat right down onto my face. I hadn’t noticed until then - being mounted by an almost 300 pound dude will do that - but Mark had shed his gym pants and was now wearing nothing but compression shorts. I would have seen his absolutely massive cock peaking out of his underwear, but when he sat down his equally large balls landed on my face, obscuring my view.

I could feel Andy slip up and away, but as he did Mark laid his torso down onto mine, keeping me completely pinned to the floor.

“I’ll be right back,” I couldn’t see him, but I heard Andy murmur.

“Take your time. I’m going to have some fun.” Mark replied.

“Dude, please,” I squealed. I had managed to turn my head slightly to the right, able to talk. “This isn’t funny, get off.”

“We’re just fucking with you man,” he said. “You wouldn’t be down there if you hadn’t tried to act all macho. We just got to put you in your place a little.” I didn’t believe him.

And rightfully so. Mark started rubbing his crotch all over my face. If I thought his pits had musk, I was mistaken. His dick and balls smelled like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was equal parts sweat, manhood and something else….the lingering scent of sex? The overpowering aroma made me lurch, yet at the same time yanking at that inferior feeling. This wasn’t the smell of a unshowered dude. This was the smell of a ravenous man. If I hadn’t been completely terrified I’d have said so out loud, but instead I just laid there, being tee-bagged by a horse.

“I admit it,” I pleaded. I could hear the desperation in my voice. “You guys are the alphas here, I’m sorry.”

“Ohhhhh you can’t just say it,” Mark cackled. “You gotta show it. Give me nuts a little kiss.”

I was without words. This can’t be real.

“Comeon, don’t be shy,” mark started grinding on my face with his crotch even harder. His balls rubbed up and down around my nose and face. “You’re not getting up until you show me some lovin.”

What else could I do? I had no choice. I turned my head back from the side. I gave a peck to one of the large, egg shaped balls through the compression shorts. The scent was overpowering, like when heavy sulfur fills the air. Do women really like this?

“Oh you can do better than that. You better get going, or I’ll find another way to make myself happy.” Mark gently slapped my ass, letting his fingers linger where I wanted no fingers to ever go.

I obliged. Out of fear, mostly. The smidge of logic that entered my brain was drunkenly telling me this was my only way out. Lick a sweaty dude for a minute. Have a quick laugh with the two. Get the fuck out and never talk to these monsters again.

I started kissing. Hard. I went full tilt, licking. I could barely move my head, so I only played with whatever mark gyrated over my mouth. He was getting harder, faster, his thrusts wider. Every time he moved up and down I justified more and more in my head.

He moved one way down, and I licked and kissed the shaft of his dick. I already licked a ballsack, whats the difference if I kiss a dick?

He moved hard the other way, and I got a taste of his taint. This is hardly worse than licking a cock, I’m not gay, this isn’t real, its almost over.

He rocked harder and started to moan. Jesus, he’s actually enjoying it. Maybe that means I’m doing a good job. Maybe that means this is almost over.

All of a sudden Mark stood up. I was, for the first time in 5 minutes, completely free from having a dude on top of me. Still, I didn’t dare move. Without the weight of the muscle on top of me, I realized my entire body was shivering. I was terrified. Mark put his bare foot on my chest. “You try to move and this gets much worse for you.” I muscled a nod, the best I could. He took his foot off, gingerly removed his underwear, and stood over me completely naked.

He started stroking his dick slowly. For a purposeful moment, he just stood there, standing above my head stroking. A show of superiority. It worked. I don’t know why - all he did was remove his underwear - but the man seemed even larger than before. Massive like nothing I’ve seen before. I felt subhuman.

Maybe it was his dick that made him seem that much bigger. The porn sized piece of meat was rock hard, ramrod straight, uncut and an absolute terror. Actually, if we’re being honest, it was the exact kind of cock I’d like to see slam chicks in porn.

Holy shit, is that thing going to slam me? No. Please no, just a little fun and I’m on my way.

Mark slowly knelt back down. He didn’t lay on my torso like last time, but kept upright. I would say his musk overpowered me once again, but it had never truly left my nose. His balls rested on my mouth. “Get to fucking work.”

I did. I didn’t bother kissing. I didn’t bother licking. I took his full, naked ball into my mouth and started sucking furiously. Mark had never stopped jerking himself off, but he started to go faster, with the fury of a teenage boy just discovering his cock for the first time. As he went faster so did I, only taking enough of a break to alternate between balls.

“Oh yeah baby, just like that,” He started grinding slightly again. Every now and then the crack of his ass rubbed my nose, disgusting me. But I never stopped. He started to breathe heavy, moaning loudly.

Keep it up. Get him off. Then get the fuck out.

“Oh fuck I think I’m close,” he slurred. “Fucking suck those nuts, I’m almost there.” I worked furiously. Please let this be almost over, only a little more.

“Are you really about to cum? I’ve been gone for two minutes.” I heard the voice of Andy return.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with him,” Mark replied. Andy barked with laughter. “Are you almost ready in there? I’m getting bored of foreplay.”

God no. No.

Mark stood up once again, this time grabbing my own hand and pulling me to my feet. He turned me so I faced Andy and started rubbing my shoulders. He was pressed up against me and I felt his rock hard dick pressed against the small of my back.

“Please…” I whispered. I took Andy in. Once again, I was in awe. The nearly naked man was an absolute beast. A marvel. I was a man. He was on a whole nother level.

My eyes moved south. Andy still wore his own briefs, hugging tightly against his mid-body. I had seen his naked dick in the locker room and was taken aback even then. But now…with it hard, the briefs leaving little to the imagination….but now….

Mark was big. In every aspect. Andy was bigger. In every aspect. That shaft was easily the biggest I had ever seen, in porn or otherwise.

I was absolutely fucked.

Well. I was fucked even worse than before.

“Get moving,” Andy pushed my shoulder, pointing me towards a hallway. He cupped my ass as we walked a short distance. “We’re about to have a lot of fun.” I complied once more and walked.

Here’s the thing. I might have been drunk, but I’m also not a fool. I knew, or at least had a good feeling, about what was about to happen. And I didn’t want it to. I never wanted to fuck a dude. I never wanted to play with a dick. I have no desire to suck one or get fucked by one. And I certainly had no desire to play “Prison Bitch” with 600 pounds of dudes swinging baseball bats for cocks.

But again, I’m not a fool.

What was I going to do? Run for it? I’d make it 2 feet. Try and fight them off? I’d be lucky to get one shot in before getting knocked on my ass. Then I’d be right back where I was, except the monsters would be even angrier. Maybe If I did what they say they’d be gentle. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

This was at odds with my inner self, who was in a complete panic. He wanted to do anything, everything, he could to get out of here. He wanted freedom. He wanted my ass to remain intact. I looked back, taking a peak, and saw Andy walking behind me, lightly rubbing his absolutely gargantuan dick over his shorts, as he finally pushed me into a bedroom.

My inner self freaked the fuck out.

“Please,” I turned and tried to push my way out. “I can’t do this, I gotta go, please.” Andy pushed me hard backwards, and I rocketed all the way back, landing down on the bed. I sat up just as Mark closed - and locked - the bedroom door.

Andy walked up to me. Despite sitting up on the bed, his crotch was right at eye level. I tried to stand but he put one firm hand on my shoulder and muscled me back to a seated position. “...please,” I gave a final plea.

“Get to work,” Andy demanded, lowering his short to around his ankles. Despite knowing how big it was, I still was shocked. My jaw literally dropped. “This is going to go one of two ways. The fun way. Or the rough way. Get to work.”

No. I can’t.

Andy put his baseball mitt of a hand on the back of my head.

I’m not gay. I can’t let them.

He started to pull me close to his crotch.

Only one chance.

I swung my hand as hard as I could at his balls, praying to incapacitated him.

I missed.

“Oh, you dumb fucking cunt.” I was thrown on the bed, all of a sudden assaulted by a full fledge of man. I couldn’t tell whose body was whose as they ran their arms up and down me. They tore off my clothes, cupped my balls. Before I knew it, I was on my side, a cock suddenly entering my mouth. I tried to look up but couldn’t. I may have not been able to see who violated my mouth but I could smell it. It was Mark.

“I was going to let you just suck us off. Maybe a finger or two just to toy with that juicy butt. But now…” two fat lubed fingers rammed into my ass, all the way to the knuckle. I tried to gasp, but Mark took the opportunity to get even deeper into my throat. He was maybe 3/4ths of the way but I already felt like I was choking. “But now we’re going to ruin you.”

Both men started pumping at both ends. All the fight drained out of me, I just laid on my side and took it the best I could. My ass burned and I could barely breathe as both ends got aggressively violated, but I just laid. Like…well, like their prison bitch.

“Get comfortable,” I heard Andy say. He slapped my face hard. “Not you, keep sucking. I want to take him as he sucks you.” Mark took his cock out of my mouth. He laid down proper on the bed, spreading his legs slightly, letting his cock dangle welcomingly.

“Want me to go first? Break him in a little?”

“No.” The sound was stern. He took his fingers out of my ass and slapped my butt again. “Move.”

I didn't dare argue. I went on my hands and knees, my face right above Mark’s dick. I hesitated for only a second and then took as much as I dared in my mouth, bobbing up and down. I had enough girls do this, and I felt like I knew what felt good. I used ample tongue, mixing both slow and fast motions. I tried to get deep down but the cock was too large, there was no way.

I no longer smelled Mark’s musk. I tasted it. He started thrusting a little, pushing his cock past my limits.

“Oh fuck this faggot knows what he’s doing, jesus.” I felt a strange sensation then. Something wet ran up my ass crack. A tongue. It lasted for a brief moment, though it worked feverishly on my exposed hole like a starved dog finding food.

Within seconds, my crack was dripping wet. I turned my brain off the best I could, focusing solely on the task at hand. I started jerking the parts of Mark’s exposed dick in rhythm with me sucking it. Mark moaned hard and loud. For a second I thought he was cumming, but realized it was only pre-cum. The second time I had been fooled.

I heard the familiar click of a plastic bottle opening - a lube bottle. A millisecond later, I felt a very (emphasize the word very) blunt, round object rubbing up and down the crack of my fat ass. I’m about to be taken from behind as I deep throat a second dude. Never in my wildest dream did I ever think I’d be here. I never even wanted to have a 3some with another dude.

Turn off, brain. Turn off.

I sucked even harder, occasionally taking it out of my mouth and simply running my lips and tongue up and down the entire massive shaft. Mark was completely unkempt and when I got too low some of his hard would get in my mouth. I didn’t let it bother me. A little hair in my mouth couldn’t be as bad as

“OH FUCKKKKKKK” I cried. Andy had slipped into me, splitting my virgin hole nearly in two. He slowly, but very deliberately, pushed ever so more into me. I buried my face into Mark’s torso, trying to crawl away. My hand pushed against Andy’s waist behind me, instinctually, every action beyond my control. It didn’t help, and Andy pushed more and more into me.

Every extra centimeter filling me seemed like it was exploding me from the inside out. My eyes teared up.

“Fuck. I gotta piss,” Mark exclaimed. Andy, without warning, pulled all the way out of me. I moaned loud and hard, it being muffled ever so slightly against Mark’s flesh. “Jesus, I think he’s loving this. Listen to the bitch.”

“Go piss,” Andy said flatley, all business. Mark nodded, stood, and left the room. As his body moved, my own fell cleanly on the bed. As I heard the door close, the massive hulk laid flat on top of me. Once again, his fat cock split my equally massive cheeks apart, slowly grinding my and down my crack. A massive palm clasped over my mouth.

“You did this,” he whispered in my ear. “Fuck around and find out, right? If you’re going to act all alpha, next time do it with someone your own size.” I felt the blunt of his dick hit my now loosened hole. “You’re about to take all of me.”

Again, Andy slowly and carefully entered into me. Inch by inch. I couldn’t help my actions. I tried screaming, but nothing came out over his palm. My body twitched uncontrollably, but I couldn’t move under the massive bulk. The slow slide into my deeper body was harsh. Finally, I felt a pair of balls rest against my butt. He was balls deep. He stayed like that for a moment, wiggling a bit, teasing my wrecked ass.

“Good boy. Now cry for me.” Andy leaned up a bit. One hand pushed against the back of my head, the one around my mouth now on my shoulder, both pushing me deeper into the bed. He started slamming then. Not necessarily a jackhammer, but a hard rhythmic beat. I cried, a mix between an enthusiastic porn like moan and sobbing. I would say I was getting use to the massively fat cock, but there was no way to get use to the dick re-arranging my insides.

I had to give him credit. He was right. He was nothing short of the alpha here. The real man. I was nothing more than his little bitch. His fuck toy.

Shut. Up. Brain. Turn the fuck off, just turn off.

Andy stopped thrusting for a moment, pulling mostly out, leaving just the tip of his dick in my ass, as I took a moment of mostly relief.

“Push back on it,” Andy demanded. I wanted to say no, but only a small, pitiful moan came out. He slammed hard on my ass and I cried in pain. He pulled mostly out again, once again leaving only the tip in my ass. “I said push back on it.”

I complied. I wiggled my ass back and forth, fucking my own self on the massive cock. I took as much as I could before my body stopped me, maybe half, but Andy didn’t object to this. He was probably use to people not being able to take the full thing.

I heard the door open and close once more, the clang of the lock noticeably following.

“Tag in?” Andy said.

“Fuck yes.” Mark replied.

It took only 5 seconds, if that. Andy pulled out, I sighed a very heavy sigh of relief. I was then flipped on my back and mounted by Mark, the same exact way Andy had first mounted me after he speared me. “Hope you’re not too loose already,” Mark said as he jammed his full cock into my ass. Despite being smaller than Andy (I should note here that, despite saying it before, Mark was not small by any imagination) Mark WAS a jackhammer. He railed on my ass without mercy. The man was so big that while laying on me, my face was buried in his chest as I wailed into it. My arms wrapped around his huge back as I clung on for dear life, his cock drilling in and out of me like a sailor on leave.

“Suck on my nipple,” he sighed with pleasure. I complied. I would do nothing but comply from here on out.

And thats how I spent the next several hours. Getting my ass railed. I sat on dick. I swallowed dick. I was on me knees, my back my chest, like a dog, on my shoulders, held high up in the air. Getting my ass absolutely demolished. Then my mouth. Then my mouth some more. Then my ass again. Then both ends.

It seemed counter intuitive, but I preferred it when I was getting double teamed. Ask any dude if he’d want to be forcibly fucked by one 280 pound dude with a massive dick, or two of them, and they would almost always agree. But when they were double teaming me they slowed down a bit, afraid I would accidentally bite out of reflex. They had fun mounting me from both sides. Laughing. Laughing at me being their bitch.

2 hours in, I laid on my back, my ass at the end of the bed. My legs were up over Andy’s ripped shoulders, who stood at the foot, pounding into me. Mark was once again mounting my face, tho this time his dick was fully in my mouth, balls deep, as he slowly went up and down my throat as I struggled to breathe.

“Suck him off,” Andy whispered.

“What? Fuck that.” Mark moaned, his voice raspy.

“Get on his dick or you're getting on mine. I want the faggot to cum while I’m slamming him.” Mark pulled out without hesitation. I felt a warm mouth wrap around my completely flaccid dick. Andy started pumping harder.

There’s no way. No way. No way I was going to cum. I don’t think I could cum around other dudes at all, let alone while filled with a chunk of man meat. Still, I slowly felt my own dick grow. The mouth was wet, and it clearly knew what it was doing. It wasn’t the first time.

I wonder if thats what he thought when I took him into me.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

There was no part of me that wanted this, but I felt my cock get rock hard as the mouth completely buried down my shaft. Andy picked up even more speed, like a piston now pumping in and out.

I did NOT have the same stamina as these two guys. They spent the past 2 hours pleasuring themselves using my body as their play thing. I did not last. Within a minute, I came, right into the mouth of Mark. I would have warned him, but my face was once again buried into…well, I didn’t know. He was so large, I couldn’t even tell what part of his body covered me. Also, fuck this guy.

“Oh shit,” I heard a spit. “Little faggot is LOVING this.”

“Get back in him, I’m almost there.” There was no pause. A fat dick shoved right back into me. Andy pumped harder and harder.

Every guy knows this. Once you cum, your body tenses for a while, muscles tighten. This did me no favors. As use to Andy’s glorious cock as I was was now out the window, feeling like a virgin being fucked raw by a dumbell all over again. He slammed repeatedly into my ass. Mark slammed repeatedly into my mouth. And finally, they burst. I felt it first in my mouth, filling me, both flowing down my throat and overfilling up and out onto my cheeks.

But I also felt it in my gut. I don’t know how, but I could feel burst after burst in me. Both men grunted like angry gorillas as they made their last few thrusts in me.

They tossed my near lifeless corpse aside as I curled up into a ball. The rest of the night was a blur. Mark left, saying something about “gotta get back to the girl.” Andy crawled into bed, putting on some random show, laughing at the jokes like nothing had happened. I tried to get up, but he would just push me back down and shake his head.

We fell asleep. Oddly, Andy cuddled me. Usually, being cuddled brought on a sense of safety. This was anything but. I tried not to shake, but I was fully justified. A couple times he woke up, rolled on top of me and began to jackhammer into either my mouth or sore-as-shit ass until he was satisfied.

The next day, he walked me to the door, acting like nothing had happened.

“I might take today off, I’ll see you at the gym dude.”

Fuck. I need a new gym.

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It was a Saturday afternoon and I'd done everything on my to-do list. I wanted to relax before going out and finding a dick to suck as I've done for the last couple of weekends. I decided on getting a massage and hopped on line trying to find a massage parlor. I ran across an ad for a massage therapist who was mobile. I called him and I was in luck, he had a last minute cancellation and could be at my place in 45 minutes.

He arrived about an hour later and I was impressed. He was a black guy who's taller than me by a few inches and really built. His muscles look like they had muscles. He introduced himself as Craig and as he set up his table we chatting a bit. Finally finished with the setup Craig said "ok let's get started!" I removed my robe and laid on the table. He started off by stretching my legs and arms and then began rubbing and massaging my lower back through the sheet covering me.

After a few minutes he began massaging my neck, shoulders, and arms with the oil. He had really strong hands and hit all the spots I wanted him to work on. About 15-20 minutes later Craig said "you might wanna remove your underwear, don't want to ruin them with the oil. Now I was embarrassed because underneath my underwear I had a butt plug stuffed in my asshole and I instantly wished I had removed it before he got here. I guess he sensed my embarrassment because he said "Don't sweat it bro, I'm a professional and I've seen plenty of guys naked!" I smiled and reluctantly pulled my briefs down and off. As I laid back down I tried keeping my legs together hoping I could conceal the plug.

No such luck, the first thing he did was grab both my ankles and spread my legs. I had my eyes closed as he said "oh wow, nice plug and the ass is simply amazing!" He began applying oil to my legs and my ass cheeks then started massaging. I really relaxed and enjoyed the massage. Then he surprised me when he squirted oil right down the crack of my ass. I turned over and said "could you just concentrate on my legs!" He nodded yes and I laid back down. I felt his hand slide up my leg and across my ass and when I raised up again to say something his hand wrapped around my neck and pushed me back down, pinning my head to the table.

I tried to fight my way up off the table but he was far stronger than me. He put his other hand around my neck and started choking me to the point I almost passed out. Finally he released his grip and I gasped for air as he pulled his pants down to reveal a very big and thick dick. Craig said "Listen here bitch, you've been looking at my dick since I got here and then you tried to entice me by showing me your plugged up asshole, well guess what? I want that ass now!" In my confusion I blurted out "what are you talking about? I'm not trying to entice you and I apologize if that's what you think. Could you please leave now, I'll pay whatever I owe!"

Craig squeezed my neck and said "your damn right your gonna pay me what you owe, starting with a blowjob!" I managed to get my leg underneath me and kicked him backwards the only problem was he had a grip on my neck like a vice and as he stumbled backwards he pulled me off the table. He released his hand and I seized the moment and tried to run towards my room but received a punch to the nuts and I hit the floor like a sack of bricks.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my knees and said "I really don't want to hurt you but you're really pissing me off, now be a good little bitch and say you're sorry!" I knew I couldn't overpower him and defeated I said "I'm sorry!" Craig said "that's not good enough, prove to me that you're truly sorry!" He pulled my head towards his dick and with tears in my eyes I pleaded "please don't..I'm sorry, don't do this?" My pleading ignored he put his dick head right on my lips and said "open that pretty little mouth!" I said "please..."and he pushed into my mouth.

He started off slow at first. Sliding in and out as his dick grew in my mouth. Once he was fully erect he tried to demolish my throat He fucked my face hard and fast. Everytime his dick slid past my tonsils I had to fight back vomiting. I've sucked dicks but never one this big, he was literally in my throat cutting off my air. His big low hanging balls smacked into my chin with every thrust. He would only pull out long enough for me to catch a breath and right back into my throat he went.

It seemed like this went on for an eternity but was actually just a few minutes. He pulled out and pulled me over to the couch. Now I'm bent over and my face is in the cushions of the sofa. He smacked my ass a few times causing me to squeel. He then slid his hand down the crack of my ass and yanked my plug right out of my asshole and quickly replaced the plug with 2 fingers. I screamed out in pain as he plunged his fingers in and out of my ass. His fingers were thick and having two forced into my asshole had me in tears. I should have been happy with the fingers because he pushed his dick inside of me once he tried of fingering me and white hot pain shot out from my asshole right up my spine.

He didn't care if anyone could possibly hear my screaming, in fact it seemed to drive him wild. He fucked me harder. Slamming into my ruined hole nonstop. His big balls swinging up and slamming into my balls. He was a beast and he devoured my asshole. It lasted for 10 minutes and I couldn't do anything but take it. Finally I felt his dick twitching and then he flooded my asshole with his hot cum. He pumped several more times, making sure he deposited every drop of his seed into me and then pulled out. I collapsed and rolled onto my side. Craig laughed and said "you dirty slut, acting like you wasn't enjoying this dick and all along you were cumming all over the fucking sofa and floor. Look at you, your fucking dick is still hard!"

I looked up weakly and could see the cum on the sofa and floor just as he said. He pushed me down onto my back and wrapped his big mitt of a hand around my dick and started stroking me. He said "I'm not an animal, I'll get you off the old fashion way. I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. Faster and faster until a few minutes later I blew my load all over my stomach. Craig got dressed as I laid there a mess with cum oozing out of my asshole. He folded up his table and put his oils into his bag and right before Leaving he said "be sure to call me for your next massage!" He then carried his stuff out and left. I laid there on the floor for a long time wondering what just happened.