This is a work of fiction and all characters depicted in this story are 18+

Anonymity, that was probably my favorite part of Halloween, the time of year where a guy in a full body skeleton body suit and no underwear can really be himself! That was the plan for this Halloween at least. I’d been curious about my sexuality since I arrived at my new college, just wasn’t the type of thing I could experiment with back home. I was still pretty nervous though, scared of showing my face and getting called out. But with all the masks and drinks flowing around me, my friends happily distracted across the bar and no one having a lick of an idea who I was? This was the perfect opportunity to try some new things!

That’s when I met Tarzan, his name should suffice to say what he was wearing. He was definitely made for the role, all tall dark and handsome as he was. He must’ve liked the way the bones on my outfit stretched around my ass since he approached first with a charming smile. I didn’t really talk, committing more to a silent protagonist role while still managing to progress our short interaction. And short it was, Tarzan knew what he wanted, putting a hand around my hip as he ordered us some shots. I basically said no to letting him get in my spandex, but made it clear when I rolled up my mask that these lips were a different story.

I was too scared to take anything up my ass just yet, most I had before were a couple of fingers and even that felt like a bit much. In the alleyway, as Tarzan aired out his python I knew-or thought-I made the right choice. It fell against my face with a heavy thud, he must’ve been very committed to this character since it smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days. Instantly I was stretching the crotch in my suit as it covered one side of my face. Gulping, I couldn’t help but feel a bit afraid. Having his dick out only seemed to make him somehow taller, more muscular. More powerful.

I took him into my inexperienced mouth, struggling to find a proper position since all I’d allowed myself to practice on were bananas and other phallic foods. The salty taste that assaulted my tongue was like nothing I’d ever had before. Sure I’d read about it, but the sponginess of the head and the slimy texture of the pre, even what I could tell was dried cum clinging around the circumcised tip added depths and sensations that threw out my previous assumptions. I thought it wouldn’t be like this, I don’t know what I thought it would be like anymore but I wanted to keep going. I wanted more. I spent what felt like an eternity just sucking on the tip while occasionally trying to take him deeper, only to realize my gag reflex wasn’t as trained as I thought and having to retreat.

He laughed a bit, seeming amused by how I fumbled with it, awkwardly stroking what wasn’t in my mouth and playing with the tip using my tongue in ways I’d found enjoyable when receiving. “Never had one this big, huh?” He asked in a low tenor that sent chills down my spine. I just shook my head, it wasn’t exactly a lie. “Here, let me show you.” With that he grabbed my head as much as he could with one hand and pushed until I was staring at an angle, the other hand pointing the weighty shaft towards my mouth. “Just open up and roll that tongue baby girl.” He winked, still so charming as he slid back into my mouth. I moaned deeply for him, starting to massage and stroke my own cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. His scent and taste dulling my senses further.

It was soft, the rhythm so even and predictable that I could’ve sworn I was in a trance. His coos of admiration and pleasure turning me on so much. Then I gagged again as he pressed further still, with a violent heave I made to push myself back and regroup but he didn’t let go. I tried pulling away but instead I was kept still with both hands, “You got it, you’re doing great babe! Just a little more!” A little more was several more inches and I still wasn’t at the base. The gags came harder and I felt like I couldn’t breathe! I slapped at his thighs, my eyes wide and teary but hidden behind the thin Lycra mask. He was just smiling, laughing even as he drove himself balls deep into my struggling throat. When he pulled back I thought he was going to at least apologize and let me recollect myself like I wanted. Instead, as the tip was just past my lips, he slammed himself back down to three quarters depth. My gags only became more violent and sickening, making me spit up wads of thick slobber against his hairy crotch as my nose was buried in it shortly after. I tried to scream, failed to breath and finally started punching at him but this only made him scowl in anger and pound my throat harder. “Hey! You don’t hit daddy!” He snarled, smacking the side of my head hard while still pummeling my throat. I was a whimpering mess, a crying fleshlight he was ripping at the seams after that, still so painfully hard, no, harder! My own pre leaking through the suit as he beat my face in with those animalistic thrusts. By the time I thought to bite down…he was cumming and I was simply holding onto his thighs.

I didn’t think anyone could cum that much, but god it felt like it would never end, like a volcanic vent of pungent magma opened up between my lips. I was glad he couldn’t see my eyes, they probably looked red and puffy from the tears, not that I think he’d have cared. He pulled out after some time, but only so I could receive some of the bleachy white goo on my exposed nose and lips. Then he pulled my mask down before letting me double over. All the cum I spit up in my attempt to breath was trapped between my skin and the stretchy fabric. I felt like I was choking still, on all fours like a dog. “What the fuck!?” I managed to croak out before I felt the harsh ripping.

“Just an appetizer, babe. You were sucking me off so good that I got the hint.” His voice was no longer the suave southern draw that lured me behind this damned dumpster, it was evil, hateful and seethed with a cruel lust. He tore the back of my costume, right along the seem between my smooth pale asscheeks. He pushed my head against the dull blue dumpster hard with one hand as I tried to kick him off, “What are you doing? Stop!” All the usual pleas for mercy came from me but they failed as they so often did for others. “Shut the fuck up, fags like you are good for two things,” he pulled my head back and pushed again so I hit the flat of the dumpster with a resounding echo, “Sucking and fucking, now it’s time for the second part!” I begged him one last time to stop before he covered my mouth with one of his large hands. I screamed, god did I scream. I screamed with all my heart like that fat dick was driving all the air out of my lungs through my ill prepared asshole. Pain shot through me like a rocket, but more than that I felt the instant guilty pleasure that would mark me forever as rape bait. I came, I came just from having that massive dick tear into my ass nearly dry. I came again as he started to rabidly fuck my ass right there behind a dirty bar dumpster. I reached back, feebly trying to stop him, but he just swatted my hand and used both of his keep me quiet and to pull me into an uncomfortable arch as he railed me with brutal uncaring thrusts thinly veiled by the sound of chafing fabric.

We were just out of sight, just far enough away so I could hear every mirthful laugh and every couple reaching their breaking point after one too many shots of fireball yet they couldn’t hear me begging for help. Thankfully, as my mind started to melt from the overbearing stimulation against my prostate, they couldn’t hear me begging for more as he finally came inside of me. His hips came to a stop as he unloaded another impossibly large load so deep in my guts that I wondered how long it’d stay there. He ground up against me as if to rub it in before pulling out. The pain returned, the gaping pain of tears and a gape I wasn’t ready for yet it made me feel so good that I turned back after he’d let me go to ask for more. But he walked off without another word, loincloth in place and unresponsive to any of my weak questions. The hole in my costume wasn’t as big as I thought perhaps, as I limped from the alleyway and no one seemed perturbed by it. Walking around back to my friends, hoarse and in more pain than I’d ever felt before, I knew this was only the beginning of my new life. Especially when I saw Tarzan again, talking to a man in a wolf mask. They turned, pointing at me and I smiled under my mask, the gooey remains of still warm cum staining my teeth and filling me with a newfound thirst.

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"Is it true what they say?" One of the men asked. 

"What?" Tiago responded. 

The men looked at each other and smiled cheekily. Tiago smiled, nervously adjusting his tie.

"is there some sort of joke I don't know about." Tiago asked.

"You're from Cameroon right?" Wyatt asked.

"Yes Sir." Tiago responded.

"Well, apparently..." Wyatt began, but was interrupted by awkward chuckling amongst the men in the office. "Apparently, guys from Cameroon have, you know, pretty huge dicks."

The men burst out laughing, from another room in the building you could swear that there was a comedy show playing somewhere nearby.

Tiago went tense. He looked down at his freshly shined black shoes as the guys continued to laugh. There were about 15 of them and only one of him. He sat in the middle of the boardroom table as they all looked at him waiting for an answer.

"Did you guys ask him the question?" a head stuck through the door to ask.

"Wyatt just asked him." One guy adjusted his tie trying to gather himself. Outside the large, glass window, life went on in the great, big city of New York and in that moment Tiago wished he could teleport to on of the adjacent buildings along the horizon. Why the sudden interest in his dick? He wasn't sure how to respond so he stayed silent. It was Tiago's first week in the office, he knew none of his colleagues except his boss, Wyatt. They all chuckled in the suits, looking at him in anticipation of a response.

"Well... how big is it, man? The people wanna know!" they laughed.

Tiago was frozen in shock. He was new in the office and all he was prepared for that day was a discussion about offshore investments. He'd never been asked such an invasive question before, especially in an office. "It's uh..." he tried to look for an answer in his mind, but it failed to reach him and it was too late to pretend he didn't know how to speak English, so he was out of options. "Can we see it?" One guy asked. 

"Yeah, drop the trousers man." another instructed him cheekily. 

"We're just teasing you, Tiago, but remember, you can't hide that big member from us all year, we're gonna wanna see it." Wyatt said formally as he organised papers at his table.

"Can we... talk about the investment?" Tiago interjected nervously, but they all looked at him in excited anticipation. He couldn't believe he was sitting in a boardroom with 15 of his colleagues getting interrogated about the size of his penis. Frustrated, he opened up his file to look for some points that he planned on discussing in the meeting.

"Bro, can you stand up real quick? I wanna see something." Liam said cheekily.

The guys muttered amongst each other, agreeing that he should stand up. He looked to his boss, hoping he'd say something, but Wyatt sat in patient anticipation like the rest of them. Tiago had no choice, but to gently push his chair back and stand up.

"Here. Are you happy?" he said, slightly frustrated.

"Now uh... Drop your pants... and your boxers." Liam added. The guys howled like animals. The way Liam looked at Tiago, it was clear that he was enjoying the power he had over him.

"Let's see that anaconda, Tiago." one of the guys laughed.

Tiago was disgusted by them, but he wanted to keep his job. He was conflicted. All the guys in the office were looking at the biceps bulging out of his white button up shirt, waiting for their chance to see more of his body. The feeling of being watched so intensely made him nervous. His athletic body went tense with silent anger, but nonetheless, he started unbuckling his belt.

"Here we go." one said.

They all leaned forward waiting to see it.

"I bet it's huge!" the janitor said from the corner of the room.

Tiago looked up at him, thinking about how ridiculous it was that even the janitor got to poke fun at him at that moment.

He let his suit pants fall to the floor revealing a pair of chequered, blue boxer shorts.

The guys started chuckling silently. "Guys, let's not torment the poor fella. If you think something's funny, keep it to yourself." Wyatt said firmly.

"Finish up, Tiago." Wyatt insisted.

Tiago huffed deeply, almost regretting ever accepting the job. However, he committed to it and dropped his boxers. The men gasped instantly. They sat back in their chairs.

"Oh my." Liam gasped.

"That's fucking HUGE" one yelled. They laughed so loud that it seemed to shake the walls. The cold air of the office made uncomfortable contact with Tiago's tree-trunk of a dick in a way he'd never felt before. The cold air, the eyes glaring, all at his enormous penis, made him feel awkwardly exposed. His cock was thick, veiny, long and nothing like any of his colleagues had ever seen before.

"Is that why they call it a Big Black Cock?" one laughed.

"That's more than just a BBC. That's like a dinosaur cock or something." another added.

Other colleagues on the other side of the glass wall gawked at Tiago's muscular glute muscles and hamstrings. Everyone on the floor seemed to drop what they were doing to join in on the action taking place in the boardroom.

"Tiago, would you mind uh, sharing with the group how big your cock is?" Wyatt said firmly.

"I don't know, Sir." Tiago shrugged despondently, feeling humiliated.

"You don't know?" Wyatt laughed, "He's got a cock the size of a cucumber and he doesn't know how big it is." Wyatt joked, pointing his pen in the direction of Tiago's exposed groin. 

"It's got a lot of veins too!" the guy next to Tiago ran his cold index finger along the thick vein lines of Tiago's dick, making him flinch.

"Can somebody measure it? This might be the biggest I’ve ever seen." Wyatt chuckled.

Tiago began to tense up nervously as he felt an erection fast approaching and quickly reached down to try to put his pants back on, but he was promptly stopped by a colleague who came with a ruler.

"Not just yet. We need to know how long it is." the guy smiled cheekily, placing the cold ruler underneath Tiago's thick member which was slowly starting to harden.

"It's just over 7 inches... Wait, it's actually 8... 9? It's 9 and a half inches long and I think... And it looks like he's got a raging boner!" 

The office burst out laughing. All except Tiago who stood silently and awkwardly with his trousers and underwear sitting meekly at his ankles, leaving him embarrassingly, butt naked from the waist down. 

"I think all this talk about your cock is making you hard, kid." Wyatt smiled condescendingly as he picked up his phone to make a call. 

Tiago tried to interject, but Wyatt had already started talking on the phone.

"Hey hey, no photos please." Tiago begged as his colleagues' phone cameras snapped photos of his hard, veiny cock, so hard it almost pointed at the ceiling. "It's not a photo, it's a video. Also, keep your hands behind your back so I can get a good shot. I wanna show this to the investors." Ryan instructed, while feeling up Tiago's dick.

"Why is it so big, bro?" Ryan asked curiously, zooming in on it from a different angle. 

"And it's so smooth." another ran his finger along the shaft right before Tiago assertively removed the fingers and hands from his dick. Regardless, the creepy little finger came for a second serving of his hard cock, only making him harder. "What did I say about your hands?" Ryan asked firmly. Tiago followed his instructions.

"This is not what I signed up for." Tiago whispered under his breath. 

"His balls are so fat, bro look." Ryan reached underneath Tiago's dick to squeeze his golf ball-sized testicles again and again. Tiago winced. "I need to see him nut. I bet it's awesome."

"Umm - No? You will not see me... nut. Please just... stop touching me." Tiago begged, extremely disturbed and confused by the sudden interest in his strangely large genitals.

"Oh I bet this one is just filled to the brim with cum. You should definitely see this." Wyatt said over the phone as if he was making a sale.

"Excuse me?" Tiago overheard Wyatt's phone call.

Wyatt held his finger up letting Tiago know he was still talking.

"Of course I'll send you photos." Wyatt laughed over the phone, "Yes of course, take care." he said right before hanging up. 

"Who was that?" Tiago asked nervously.

"Don't worry about it." Wyatt said, gazing directly at Tiago's crotch.

"Boys it looks like we've got a drooler." Wyatt announced.

Tiago looked down, embarrassed to see that his thick erection was starting to leak with an alarming amount of clear, wet precum dripping onto the papers he had prepared for the meeting.

"Okay can we please just get back to the-" Tiago was interrupted by two calloused hands gripping firmly onto his bare ass from behind. 

"He should be doing porn. I mean just look at the merchandise." said the deep voice from behind.

Tiago cringed as he felt the hands groping and feeling him. More hands seemed to emerge out of nowhere as his colleagues left their chairs to get in on the fun. Soon there were fingers swiftly undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, a hand stroking his enormous, now wet and lubricated, black cock and two hands that snuck their way from under his arms to twiddle with his hard, dark nipples. 

He felt angry and violated, but there was no way to make them stop. All the sensations sent him into a frenzy. There were hands in all kinds of sensitive areas and he had no choice but to stand there and take it. He knew that there was no way he was going to make it out of that meeting without his colleagues forcing him to ejaculate in front of everyone.

"Bro, stop hogging his dick, I wanna stroke him next." Liam complained.

"It's so fucking huge." another voice said. 

Tiago looked around hoping that there would be someone reasonable who could help him get out of the room and maybe get his clothes back on, but no. He spotted co-workers taking his trousers, dress shirt, blaser, socks and even his underwear and packing it in their various suitcases, fighting about who could take what. He began worrying if he'd even have clothes to wear when he left the building or if they’d leave him trotting out the door naked and used.

"This guy’s cum is gonna sell like crazy." Liam announced as he finally got his hands on Tiago's thick plank of hardwood. His grip was firm and aggressive. Tiago had never been touched in such a way before. He squinted his eyes as a new hand began to jerk him off stroking up to the sensitive tip and rubbing its way down his slippery, wet cock. It felt like his dick was being forced up and down a tight water slide covered in oil.

In the middle of all of the seemingly endless stimulation, gears began to turn in Tiago’s head as he came to the horrific realisation that the meeting was not to discuss an investment in an off-shore company, but rather to invest in his most private bodily fluids.

"You’re selling my sperm?!” Tiago exclaimed. “Yes. Now hold still so I can milk you.” Ryan gripped harder on Tiago’s cock the way a horse rider would grip onto the reins of his stallion to get him to behave. 

Tiago tried his best to resist but he could feel the inevitable fast approaching. “Sir please!” Tiago turned towards his boss, still hoping he would do something to make it stop, but Wyatt was enthralled and hypnotised by the stroking and the precum jumping back and forth with every stroke. “Please!” Tiago begged as the relentless stroking continued. The office had filled up with eager spectators waiting to see the big load. “I think he’s close.” Ryan said. 

“Squeeze it, Ryan. Milk him dry.” Liam cheered. 

“We’re gonna be RICH!” Another added.

“Here you go, Sir.” Another intern handed Ryan a metal container. Ryan held it in place. Tiago moaned desperately, trying to hold back, but the fingers circling his nipples, the large, calloused hands squeezing and caressing his ass and the many hands rubbing his biceps and abs made it impossible to think of anything else but busting a hot, white load of semen. 

“Here we go, boys.” Ryan announced as Tiago’s attempts to fight back were overpowered by Ryan’s oiled up hand that expertly milked every last drop it could get from Tiago’s enormous cock. The men cheered as if they’d hit the jackpot. The entire office applauded as Tiago felt conflicting feelings of euphoric pleasure and a painful feeling of shame and embarrassment. Tiago looked down in agony as the cum escaped him. His cock felt used. The men in the office were pleased. 

“How much is this going for Boss?” Ryan asked as he tightly sealed the container.

“It's going for a fuck ton of money, but we’re gonna need a lot more of this to meet our quota for this year.” Wyatt said.

“Should we put him in the milking farm?” Liam asked, immediately setting off an alarm in Tiago’s mind.

“I’m considering it.” Wyatt said menacingly.

(This is a work of fiction, all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older)

After my escapade with Erin, I felt great. A bit of worry, wondering what consequences would come from drugging and raping Erin.

The thrill of such a taboo act, getting some revenge on Erin, I was feeling great on my way to work.

I had no idea what I was going to do once I saw Erin, would he even have any idea of what went on last night?

I parked my truck nearby the entrance of my work, and headed inside. It seemed pretty dead, Erin was already clocking in on the register next to me.

"Hey... What happened last night?" Erin said, turning towards me.

I kept my cool "I went home " I shrugged. Erin looked at me, confusion on his face.

"How did I get home? My car was left here." His eyes narrowed. "I don't remember even leaving here" he said.

"I'm not your babysitter, Erin. What? Did you get drunk or somethin?" I replied, not even looking in his direction.

Erin scoffed at me. "Whatever, just get to work." Erin said, confusion still heavy in his tone.

We had our truck delivery today, and as usual it was stuck on me, and a couple other mid shift workers to get it all done while Erin decided to do absolutely nothing in his office.

Luckily, it wasn't all bad. My friend, Rick was working with me today, so at least I had someone to complain with.

Rick is 53, built similarly, to me but a bit less muscular. Short hair with a side part, bushy salt and peppered beard with more salt than pepper.

"Jesus Christ is that fucker ever going to leave his office?" Rick said to me while going through a box from the shipment.

"Oh, please, I can bet you right now the only time he'll leave that office is to bitch and moan... Or to shout insults at us" I half-joked

Erin came on que, storming up to Rick. "Dude! What the fuck is taking so long!?" He barked

Rick rolled his eyes, and looked down towards him.

"Erin, we're all working out asses off between customers trying to get this done, you're not even helping." He sighed.

"I don't want to hear about your excuses, I swear if I have to stay late to close because you can't get your work done, both you AND Greg are staying late, too. When you two fairy's are done blowing each other and get your work done, let me know" Erin said in a snide, condescending tone before heading back to the office.

Rick stared at Erin's ass while he walked away.

"I hate him, but lemme tell you, seeing that bubble butt walk away cushions the blow" he smiled.

"It's even better without those slacks covering it" I winked.

Rick's eyebrows shot up.

"What? You've seen it?" He said.

"I've blown a load in it, actually" I admitted.

Rick stepped in front of me. "Wait, what? He's straight, and doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

"Look... He doesn't know... I... I got some revenge on him last night..."

"What does that mean? What'd you do?" Rick's face looked dead serious.

"I.... I slipped something in his drink... And... Well... Look, don't tell anyone. I could seriously go to jail for this" I spewed out.

Rick smiled at me, devilishly so.

"No fucking way.... Was it... Good? Fuck man, you gotta let me join in next time! I'd like to get my own revenge!" Rick said, excitement strewn in his voice.

I smiled a bit.

"Well, honestly, it was nice... But... The satisfaction didn't last. It's not like it changed anything, he's still fucking insufferable"

"It's not like he'd tell anyone if we have our fum with him when he's more coherent, what, you think he'd actually tell?" Rick grinned.

"I don't know... We'd need to make sure he wouldn't tell anyone... I'm not going to prison over this."

Rick grinned wickedly. "Don't worry I have an idea. Just cover me for a 10, you know he's going to make us stay until then anyways."

Closing was fast approaching, and Rick went on his 10, I saw him head to his car, still unsure of what this "plan" of his was.

Erin came back out of his office while I got the last box unpacked.

"You and Rick are staying to close, I don't know why you two old ass men are even here, what, too poor to retire?"

I could feel rage building inside of me, instead of acting on it, I decided to hold it until later tonight. At this point I didn't care if I got caught or went to prison, I just wanted to show him exactly why you don't piss off someone twice your size.

"Because if we left, you'd have no managers. You can replace us SO easily, why dont you?"

Erin smirked "why not just quit? I mean, two old fags way past their prime have nothing better to do than work here?" He smirked and walked away.

Before long, Rick came back.

"Okay, 10 to close" Rick smiled, and pulled up his shirt a bit, revealing a pistol.

"Holy shit, Rick I'm not gonna fucking kill him!" I said in a hushed tone.

Rick chuckled "stop being so dramatic, it's full of blanks. We need some dirt on him, just get your phones camera ready next time he comes out here."

I would have objected, but I wasn't thinking right.

"Fuck, this has disaster written all over it, Rick... Whatever... Let's do this."

It hit 7pm and hurried to lock the door. I turned to Rick and nodded, hoping he'd take the lead. Rick nodded back, and headed to Erin's office. I had my phone's camera ready.

Once we got into his office Rick wasted no time pulling out his pistol, and aimed it directly at Erin.

"Woah, what the fuck!? W-wait d-don't shoot!"

Rick had a very stern look on his face "shut up. You do what I fucking say, or I swear to God I'll bury you."

"You're going to wait until Greg turns on his camera, and you're going to beg for his dick, like you fucking mean it, too. He's going to film you sucking his dick, and you had better make it look like you're a cock hungry cumdump!" He stated, with an eerie calmness in his voice.

Erin was clearly panicked.

"Wh-what?! Y-you can't be serious, I-I have a girlfriend!!"

Rick smiled "well, you're going to be out girlfriend tonight. Greg, start filming... And you, Erin... Beg for that cock like your life fucking depends on it."

Rick took a step to the side of me, making sure he wouldn't be in the shot.

Erin was paralyzed in fear, or maybe shock? Maybe both.

"P-please... Don't do this... I-I promise I'll be nicer... I'll stop being so mean just... Dont-" before he could beg anymore I chimed in.

"Shut the fuck up. You're supposed to be begging for my dick."

Erin looked horrified as he crept up from his chair walk gently walked over to me.

"P-please... Let me suck your dick.." he stuttered.

Rick slapped him, hard enough to make an audible "smack" in the office.

"I said like you fucking mean it, next time I'm putting a fucking bullet in you!" Rick shouted.

That was enough to make Erin get into character.

I started my camera and Erin didn't disappoint.

He was on his knees eye level to my groin.

"Please, let me suck you off, Greg!" He begged, it was very satisfying to see him beg for it. I decided to make it a bit more satisfying, as I filmed him.

"Oh you want this dick, Erin?" I smirked, loving this power I now had over him.

"Yes! Please! Let me suck it!"

"Get to work, boy!" I said. As I did, Erin grasped the buckle of my belt and slowly undid it, followed by my button and ziper.

My fat cock plopped out and hit him straight in the face, I grasped it in one hand and slapped his face with it a couple of times.

"Get to work, show me how much you love my dick, Erin!" I said, as Erin hesitantly grasped my cock at the base, and wrapped his lips around it, he was clearly straight, the moment my precum touched his tongue he gagged, I didn't care I placed my free hand on the back of his head and firmly pushed him down on my cock until I felt the tip touch the back of his throat. He gagged and pulled away, a string of his spit led from my dick to his lips.

"Good fucking boy! You like that cock?"

Erin coughed and gasped "I love you cock" he said looking up at me.

With that I shut off the camera. I had enough "proof" to cover my ass.

"Okay, you've had your fun, just drop the gun, let me go" Erin said.

Rick chuckled "I didn't even have any bullets in there, kid. But no, you're not done yet."

"I grasped the back of Erin's head and shove it back down in my cock, he tried to pull away but Rick grabbed his arms from behind, holding him in place while I forced my cock down the curvature of his throat, I could hear wrong gagging, and feel him try to struggle and turn his head, but I slowly forced my cock in and out of his throat before letting him up for air. Erin grasped and coughed again, tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll give that throat a break." I smirked. "Rick? Didn't you say you liked his ass? I bet it'd look a lot better without those slacks?"

Before Rick could reply, Erin started squirming again, struggling to get free.

"NO! DONT YOU FUCKING DARE! NO, PLEASE!!" Erin knew exactly what was about to happen, and Rick did too.

Rick pulled Erin to his feet, spun him around and slammed him on the desk. Erin pushed his hands into the desk to break his fall Erin tried to bolt to the left, but Rick caught him, pushing him back into the desk.

"Greg! Get me something to tie his hands with!" Rick grunted.

I couldn't find anything nearby, so I took off my belt and handed it to Rick. Rick quickly tied his arms and hands behind his back, and I stepped behind the desk, placing both hands on Erin's shoulders, pinning him to his own desk.

Rick grinned as he undid his pants.

"Fuck, you DO have a gorgeous ass... Let me see here..." Rick vent down and spread Erin's cheeks apart, violently shoving his tongue deep into Erin's hole.

"Fuck! No!! Unf... W-wait... No way... No fucking way! Stop!!!" Erin begged.

I heard a chuckle come from Rick

"You won't believe this! The boys hard as a fucking rock!" Rick taunted, before standing up.

I could see him running his cock along Erin's crack.

"Ugh that's fucking disgusting!!! Please! Stop! Just... Stop!!!" Erin cried, but Rick didn't care, Rick pushed the tip into Erin's hole, and slid it back out"

"Ow! No! Please!!!" Wrong whimpered, but Rick just kept teasing that hole, suddenly Rick shoved his dick inside of Erin's hole with such force I could feel the desk shift a bit.

I was expecting to hear Erin scream in pain, but instead

"Unf... Fuck... What... What was that? No... Fuck no!!"

Rick looked up and smiled at me

"Ha! He's fucking loving this! I bet I can fuck a load out of him!" With that, Rick slowly pumped in and out of Erin.

"No... Hmph... Fuck... Unf... Please... Stop!!!" Erin begged

"Oh? I don't think you want me to stop, I can feel that ass spasm while I hit that G-spot, boy!" Rick taunted as he picked up the pace. The desk would lunge forward as Rick plowed into him. Rick leaned forward, a and I took my hands off of Erin's back, Rick laid on top of Erin's torso, smothering him with his body.Erin's mouth was agape, and my cock was Rick hard, without any warning I shoved my dick into Erin's mouth, muffling his protests and moans as Rick started fucking him harder and harder, with each thrust, the desk would scoot back a bit.

"Mmmmph?!! Nnnnmmmmpphh!!" Ering couldn't even protest anymore, however, I noticed his eyes rolling back into his head, his body spasmed and bucked wildly before his eyes rolled back.

Rick kept pumping harder and harder, until his body froze and he let out a loud growl.

"Fuck... Fuck...FUCK!" Rick collapsed his full weight on top of him.

"What a tight fucking hole... Fuck... I think I actually fucked a load out of him..."

Rick pulled out of Erin, and bend down

"Holy fuck he came!! Ha! That arrogant little fuck! Actually came!"

"Mmmmph...uck...gluck" Erin softly whimpered as I forced my dick in and out of his throat, before retracting it completely.

"Oh-ho, getting off on this, aren't you?" I taunted, taking Rick's place behind him.

I placed my cock at his entrance.

"N-no more... Unf... Fuck please just stop..." He continued to whine.

Rick sat down on the floor, pulling up his pants.

I didn't acknowledge Erin's pleading, instead, I shoved my cock as deep as I could inside of Erin. I could feel Rick's cum line the walls of Erin's sweet hole, it felt a bit looser, but still very tight, once again Erins ass contracted And spasmed around my girth. It was a slick, warm sensation.

"Well, Rick... I think I could get him to cum again!" I said as I pulled my dick halfway from his hole, and steadily pushed it back in.

"Unf... Fuck! Stop... Not again!! Please!" He begged as I found a steady rhythm, feeling his ass squeezing my girth involuntarily.

"Shut up" I grunted, holding him by the waist as I picked up the pace. I could hear my thighs slapping against him as I fucked his hole. Rick had been sitting with his back against the wall, enjoying the show.

My cock was harder then it ever was before as I plowed into Erin, he had clearly given up on begging for mercy, all I could hear was his moans.

"Mmm...fuck..unf..uh... unf"

I pulled my dick out completely, before diving back in, I was trying to get him to cum again, I wanted him to feel broken, humiliated.

"No... Fuck... Not again" ering whimpered meekly, I found that spot inside of him, about half of my dick would disappear inside him before his ass would tense, and release.

I'd purposefully hit that spot, making him moan and unf before I felt it. His ass contracted, spasming around the girth of my cock rapidly, as he reached orgasm.

"Unf...fuck....no!"

I could feel my own orgasm coming close as I held his hips. I pulled maybe an inch of my dick out of him before I shoved it back in, my thrusts rapidly speeding up.

"No... Please don't ... Not inside of me!!!" Ering begged, of course that only made we want to fill his hole more. I pulled his hips to me, impaling his tight ass into my fat cock as I got closer and closer. I was fucking him like he was just a Fleshlight as I started to cum.

My cock twitched, and pulsated hard as I blew my load deep into his bowels. "Oh fuck...fuck!" I yelled as I the first rope of cum spewed into him. I pulled out a bit, until just the tip was inside of him as my second load shot deep into the very entrance of his hole.

"Fuck!!!" I growled as my cock spit more and more cum inside of him. My cock felt so fat I thought it'd rip him open as my thrusts slowed while my orgasm subsided.

After the last pump of cum emptied from my balls, I stayed inside of him for a second.

"Fuck, Greg. You out on quite the show." Rick said as he stood up.

I was catching my breath, and slowly pulled my dick out from Erin.

I could see both of our loads leaking from Erin's well-used ass. Below his balls, I could see his own load all over the front of his desk, oozing down to the floor.

I wiped the mix of Rick and my own load off of my dick onto erins bubble butt.

"Fuck... Untie me already... This is fucking disgusting" Erin whined, out of breath.

"Maybe later, I mean, Rick is opening tomorrow morning, he'll be able to untie you then, right?" I grinned.

Rick smirked. "Well, maybe after I tap that again. I think I'll definitely want to use that hole in the morning."

Rick took his own belt off and wrapped it around Erin's legs, looping one end though the leg of his desk, ensuring Erin couldn't leave.

With that Rick and I took out leave. I had a feeling he would have an eventful morning.

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I recently found some trails near where I was working.

My job requires me to move around a lot, I don’t even have an apartment anymore, we’re on the road so much. It’s not glamorous travel. It’s three men (well two men and me) in a box truck hawking random shit to different small companies around the southeast.

So anyway, we’re in buttfuck nowhere Ohio. Apparently there’s a bunch of those towns around this part of the country. I see these power line trails stretch out for miles, and they’ve all been worn out by jeeps and trucks. It feels nice outside and it’s one of my rare off days where we’re not driving to the next place.

I recently came out to my boss and manager and finally threw away all my man clothes. I put on a small tank top dress, just barely fixed my shoulder length blonde hair and did basic makeup, took my bike out of the back of the truck and rode down to where the trails started off the highway.

The trails were about three miles away from the hotel and by the time I got there I was pretty out of breath. I ended up having to push my bike straight some brush and had to hop over a small fence before I was actually on the trails but my dress caught the fence and ripped it straight up the seam as I landed on the other side. I was so pissed.

From under my left armpit all the way down to the seam it was ripped straight open, and I was basically wearing a curtain now. I cursed myself for not wearing any underwear, and I’d have to call my boss later to pick me up… it was gonna be a very embarrassing ride back to the hotel.

It was only about 10am and the sun was out and warm so I decided to just ditch my dress at the fence and still go on the trails, and deal with all that later.

The warm air felt good on my naked back as I rode up and down these trails. I was fully naked, except for my shoes, and my purse, but it was totally dead out there and I kept a close eye for anyone.

I’d ridden trails like this in the past back home, and they were usually pretty empty during the week so I wasn’t too worried about running into anyone but I was still pretty nervous anyway. Being totally naked, riding down some trails in a place I’d never been before was fun and scary.

For the first half mile it was a normal trail in the woods but right after it totally opened up. All of a sudden I was right up against the huge power lines that cut through the forest and the trails that went along them were open and wide. It was an open area about thirty feet wide and I felt like a naked white beacon of flesh riding through the woods.

It was great. The trails were mostly up and down and I was pretty tired by the end of it, but lots of fun. After about an hour I finally just turned around and headed back. I’d gone about five miles and I was way out in the middle of the woods.

On my way back I thought I heard an engine noise. I was near the top of a larger hill and stood in silence for a few moments but didn’t hear anything. I rode down the hill and when I got back to the top of the next one I listened again. My heart beating out of my chest. Still didn’t hear anything so I continued on for awhile in peace.

The trails were a little more narrow here and the brush was too high to see past and as I passed by through a turn I slammed right out into a large opening in the trail, with three men standing in’s front of two vehicles directly in front of me.

I nearly fainted. I had no where to go, no time to hide, I mean they were right in front of me. Clearly waiting on me, all three standing in front of both their vehicles. One in a four wheeler and the other two in one of those off road gold cart things. All three of them had rifles in their hands and wore mostly camo. For a brief second I thought maybe they were just hunters but as I inched closer to them, one of them put up their hand, telling me to stop in front of them.

I stopped right in front of three grown men holding guns.

“The fuck you doing out here.” He said more than he asked.

“…uhm.. just… getting some exercise..” I squeaked out.

He looked at his friends and then walked up to me. “You just gonna trespass on our land like this? With your dick hanging out for the world to see?”

“I’m.. sorry.. I thought this was just.. public land..”

“Oh. So you thought since it’s public it’s ok for you walk around like this? Like a freak?”

“No… no I meant like.. I didn’t think anyone else was around here…”

“Craig saw you as soon as you left the road.”

He looked over at his friend who held up my dress.

“I think you just like this shit….” He said and looked me over. I felt so embarrassed as their eyes explored my naked body.

“Let’s see what the sheriff says about this, hand it over.” He said and pointed at my bike.

“Please can I just go.. I’m not from around here I just-“

“Did I tell you to speak!” He grabbed my bike and threw it down, pulled out a knife and jabbed it in the tires, and then easily swung it into the bushes.

My heart sank.

“Your purse, hand it over.”

“Please please just let me go I can leave-“

SLAP!

His hand came across my face so hard I nearly fell over crying.

“You might wanna keep that mouth closed while you still can!” He grabbed my purse and poured out everything in it.

Some makeup, lipstick, lube, my anal plug, my phone, some money and my water fell out onto the ground.

“What the fuck..” he said and his friends laughed.

He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me over to his four wheeler, facing me away from them. His hand explored my backside. Sliding down my smooth back and ass down to my legs. A shiver ran through my body and my face still burned from the slap.

“Flaunting this thing around like this’ll get you trouble around here.” He said grabbing my wrists and cuffing them around my back.

His friends went through my stuff on the ground, tossing my makeup back into my purse but throwing line and plug into the woods. One of them picked up my phone and handed it to the main guy.

“We’re just gonna say you lost this.” He said and dropped my phone on the ground and smashed it with his big boot. It crumbled under his heel.

I really started freaking out. I was cuffed, naked, and totally at the whim of these men, way out in the woods, and now I don’t even have a way of calling my boss.

“You want to explain to sheriff what your doing out here, huh?

“No sir… please…”

“Ok then.. maybe we can settle this here then, how does that sound love?” He pressed his body against my backside. He was so much bigger than me. His beard tickling the back of my head and he wrapped his hands around me and groped my body again.

I was terrified of talking to the cops. I’d definitely lose my job.. and probably worse.

“You like dick baby?”

“Please no.. no sir..”

“Oh ok, well I guess we’ll just call the sheriff down here… tell him we caught some rainbow out here doing meth on my land..” he said as his hand grabbed my dick and balls and squeezed them.

“Please… please just let me go I don’t do any of that stuff..” I was crying by now.

“That’s okay love, how about this..” he said and leaned into me, turned me around to face his friends. “How about we just tear up that pretty little hole of yours and then you can walk home free. Sound like a deal?”

“…ok…” I said openly crying.

“Aight let’s head over to the spot.” He said to the other guys and led me over to his four wheeler.

We rode through the woods leaving the trail I’d been on. We rode fast and I just bounced on the seat behind him, barely able to stay on until he came to small clearing deep in the woods. There was what used to be a camp fire with some seats around it, and a little wooden box with camp netting around it.

“I’ll take her in the blind first.” He said to the other guys who just smiled and nodded. Still holding their rifles they sat down around the un lit fire and started drinking beers. I was led to the wooden box thing. He opened the door and dropped me inside it. There was just enough room for the two of us. I guessed they hunt out of it hiding from the window cut out of one side facing the woods and the bullet casings littered around and inside it.

He pointed at his pistol in his pocket.

“That’s only if you bite.”

I gulped and nodded.

“Get on them knees.”

He sat on the small stool inside the box and spread his legs. “Get to fucking work.” He said smiling.

I told myself it wouldn’t be that bad. I’d sucked plenty of cocks. And there was no way he was as big as some of those. I sat on my knees and as he pulled out his cock. It was already fully hard, about six inches. He was very hairy with two huge balls hanging down. In a normal instance I’d love to fuck this thing. But not like this. Not forced too in the woods…with a gun threat.

But I didn’t waste time. Kneeling in front of him I took it in my mouth and sucked his cock with everything I had in me. His hand was on my head and forcing me deeper and deeper despite my gagging. After a few minutes I was able to just except what was happening and my lips slid down to his hairy pubes.

I started to taste precum and I knew he was about to bust so I sucked harder and faster but he pulled me back.

“Naw baby, you ain’t getting me off that easy.” He said and laughed. “You rest that mouth for a sec, you still got two more cocks after mine.” He picked me up and turned me around. I leaned back against him with my hole above his hard cock. It was the most uncomfortable position. He stuck his hand in my mouth and moved it around and then spit in his hand before lowering me down until his head pierced my hole.

Spit is not good lube, but at least it was something. I’m glad I’d cleaned myself out earlier. I shuddered thinking about what’d happen if I got something on his dick. Although… he might have preferred that..

He forced his tip in and pressed me al the way down his shaft. The brutality and surprise caught me off gaurd and I screamed as I slid down to his pubes. It’s been awhile since I’d bottomed and he wasn’t letting me get used to it.

“Fuckkkkk” I screamed.

He squeezed my hips, enjoying himself inside me and laughed and moaned.

“You got a great ass baby.”

He pushed me forward and started fucking me hard. All I could do was try and balance. He let me scream as much as I needed to, and kept his hands on my hips to guide the rape to his needs. After about five minutes my legs were numb from the position, and he pulled me back to basically laying on him while he came inside me while his hand was around my neck and his other hand gripping my dick and balls. It hurt. I had no pleasure in it.

“Fuck… not bad baby. I might have to keep you here haha.. be my little fuck toy…”

I fell over in the box and he just stood up and walked out.

Not five seconds later one of his friends came in. He was just as big and old. He had a weird look in his eyes but didn’t say anything. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his crotch. His cock already out and pushed it down my throat as it grew harder.

He face fucked me hard for a few minutes before he stood me up, bent me over in the small room and raped my ass as hard as he could.

My body was being slammed against the wooden wall and along with my screams we were making a lot of noise. His cock was about the same and my ass was loosened up by now so I was able to contain my fear and pain as he came inside.

And then the other guy. He didn’t say anything either and he just fucked me against the wall like the second guy had except he came in my mouth and forced me to swallow it in front of him.

I was yanked out of the box and pulled over to the first guys four wheeler and we rode back to the main part of th trail. When we got back their cum was all over his seat from leaning out of my ass but they didn’t seem to care.. thankfully..

“Now since you been such a good girl imma uncuff you.. but you ain’t gonna move until we long gone, you hear me? Once we’re gone you go head and run on home.”

He pushed me back to my knees and bent me over and pressed my face into the dirt. I thought he was gonna rape me again but he unlatched the cuffs, spanked my ass really hard a couple times until I screamed “YES SIR” and they got on their vehicles and drove away.

I dared not move for about ten minutes. I slowly stood up and felt the pain from my sore body, spent ass. I’d had sex with a few men before but never three in one day.. or three back to back. My ass hurt pretty bad but I was just glad to be free again.

I walked around looking for my stuff. They’d stolen everything, or broke it. The only things I found was a piece of my phone, and my butt plug. No purse, no money, no motel key, and my bike was bent and the tires had fallen off.

I just started walking back to the road.. hoping I was going the right way. Tried not to think about how I was gonna get all the way back to the motel naked.. and what my boss would say when I got back.

It took forever to get back to the road. It had to be mid afternoon judging by the sun. My whole body hurt from walking and.. everything else… I crawled over the fence and walked up to the road and saw a cop sitting down the street. I froze. Half of me wanted to run from the cop but the other half me screamed to stay away.

Regardless, as soon as I hit the pavement he turned on his lights and drove over to me. I didn’t have any energy left to run so I just stood there’d with my hands up.

He stopped beside me and got out with the lights still on.

“Care to tell me what your doing here like this?” He said. The cop wasn’t some old country cop. He was built. Taller than me, at least 6’4, shaved head and face.

I didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t decide if I was going to lie or tell him everything.

“I uh… listen I just…” I started but another cop came around the corner. He hopped out and walked up to us. He was a little older, but nonetheless manly.

“This him?” He asked the other cop.

“Haven’t got much out of him yet.”

The older cop walked up to us with his hand in his holster. “Care to explain what you been doing on Joe’s land?” He asked me.

“I uh.. I just wanted to ride the trails… I didn’t-“

“Ride the trails? Ride on what?” He said looking around.

“I.. I wrecked my bike in the trail… it didn’t make it-“

“Guess you lost your clothes out there too?”

“Ok I don’t know they stole them ok!” I said nearly losing it.

“They? They who stole it?” The younger one asked.

“The guys.. the guy who.. owns the land.. they stole everything and-“

“That’s odd cus from what Joe said he found you like this… just wondering around naked in his backyard..” the older one said.

“His backyard? I was just on.. the trail.. that trail right there!”

“So you were lying about the clothes?”

“What.. no he… I.. ripped my dress when I climbed the fence and..”

“So lemme get this straight.. you hopped his fence but didn’t think it might be someone’s land? You just thought you could prance around someone’s back yard like this? And that’s ok?”

“No I.. I didn’t think-“

“That’s damn right you didn’t think. You been prancing around Joes back yard totally naked all day, and you just lied to us about. You know what happens to faggots like in jail?”

“Please.. please I’m just trying to get back.. please just let me go I-“

“Turn around and shut up.” He said.

In turned around, openly crying again. He stepped up to me cuffed my hands around my back like earlier. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Please they said they’d let me go if I..”

“If what?”

“If… I let them… fuck me..”

“What the fuck? You let dirty old Joe fuck you?”

“I didn’t have a choice.. they all took.. turns…”

“Sounds like we got us a freak here huh Perkins.”

“Sure does.”

They led me back down to where I’d hopped the fence.

“This where it happened?”

“No… they took me to some place…in the woods..”

“No.. is this where you hopped the fence and decided to strip down.”

“Yes sir…”

“And then what.”

“I.. just rode around but they grabbed me and..”

“And what. They took you to the duck blind?”

“They..they..that camping spot in the woods..”

“And what’d they do when you got there?”

“They took me… into this little wooden building thing..”

“Yeah.. you suck his dick?”

“Yeah…wait…” I’d been crying this whole time but I felt his hand on my hip. I felt him moving behind me and I looked back to see the old cop with his dick in his hand jerking it off.

“What the fuck wait what you doing!” I screamed.

“I’m about to fuck you baby. Joe got his piece, now I’m getting mine.” He said and pressed me against the fence.

“Perkins you want a piece too?”

I looked back in horror at he bigger cop standing behind us. His hand was on his crotch.

“Yeah…yeah I do…”

They turned me around and the older cop pressed against me. He spit and pressed his cock against my abused hole.

“Please please no please just let me go-“ I screamed but he put his hand over my mouth.

“Yeah baby keep mouthing off I know you gonna like this you little faggot.” He said and pumped me hard, his cock sliding straight up in me. He fucked me against the fence and I just took it. His cock wasn’t that big and I was stretched from earlier with some of their cum still inside me. He started bumping me harder and harder until he let out a loud grunt and I felt his cock twitch inside me as he came.

Once he was done he turned me around to face them.

“Once my partner gets done with you, and you better take care of him, I’m gonna let you go with a warning ok. If you speak about this to anyone then you’ll disappear, you got it? Ok your just freak walking around getting all the dick you can get. Faggot. He said and let go of me and walked away without saying anything to “Perkins”. He walked back up to the road and drove away.

“Get on your knees.” Perkins said walking up to me and pulling out his cock.

He was so much bigger than they were. Easily 9 inches. I cried when he pulled it out.

“Go head and suck it. You like sucking cock don’t you faggot.”

“Yyyy yes .. yes sir…”

He took the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch and I let him rape my face. His cock was so big I could barely take it. I was gagging and crying around it. His hands explored my chest and face as my lips were forced to slide back and forth on his shaft.

After a few minutes and he pulled me down to the ground and had me get on all fours.

“Please sir…please don’t…” I whimpered.

He patted my ass a few times before pressing his tip into me. It hurt and it was long. He went in slow, but despite my protests and screams he didn’t let up. He pressed my head into the grass as he leaned over me and started fucking me with full force. I screamed and screamed in pain. But I didn’t have much left.

He took his time raping my abused body. The pain never got any better. Every thrust was needles inside me. I felt like passing out but every time he pulled out he buck my body again and again.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he came inside me, forcing himself really hard into my ass and cumming hard. His hands all over me, squeezing and pinching. It all hurt. And I was hoarse from screaming all day.

Once he was done his cock slipped out of my stretched asshole. He picked me up and led me to his cop car and put me in the back still cuffed and naked.

“You at that shitty motel down the street right.”

I could barely talk. “Yes…sir..”

And we drove away.

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I'm your typical daddy bear. 43 years old, and I However, my within the last few years I've gained some weight. Big round belly that I'm sure still hid a six pack underneath, a pillow of chub over my pecs. I still had my big biceps (thank the Lord)

I like to keep my hair short, and faded, and my beard nice and trim.

I work at a local hardware store, and its usually pretty busy. Recently, the owner's decided that their 19 year old son, Erin should run the store, instead of me. Yeah, I was incredibly annoyed at the situation. I didn't like the idea of someone young enough to be my son bossing me around, it didn't help that he's an entitled little shit, either.

I was closing with Erin, it was just the two of us. As I was counting down my register he came storming up to me.

Erin is 5'8 had to be under 160lbs, I mean there's no way he had any body fat. Short, faded brown hair, soft brown eyes, slim as hell, too, but with a beautiful bubble butt that always pushed firmly into his slacks. Much smaller than me, too he only stood up to my chin.

"What the fuck, Greg?!" Erin shouted, as he power walked towards me, setting one of those big gas station cups of soda on the counter next to me.

I look up from my register with one brow raised.

"What's the problem?" I said in a gruff tone.

"The store is a fucking mess? Have you even mopped yet? And look at all the fucking go backs!" He complained.

I sighed, frustrated. "We just closed, Erin. There's time to get it all done." I said dismissively.

Wrong chuckles in an annoyed tone. "First off... I'm your boss. It's "sir" and second? Don't try to deflect. You're lucky you're even still hired on here. You know how easily I can find someone else to do a better job?"

I rolled my eyes. Frustrated that Erin was just sitting on his office all day, watching videos on his phone, even moreso frustrated that I was stuck doing all of the closing tasks. Despite my frustration, I couldn't stop staring at him. Checking out his body as he was bitching at me. I've fantasized about fucking his brains out for weeks now. About that bubble butt wrapped around my fat dick, all 9 inches of my cock deep in his gullet. Even as he was complaining right in front of me I kept thinking about shutting him up.

"Are you even listening to me? Jeez, I know you're old, are you fucking def, too?"

Erin placed a hand on my shoulder, and stared deep into my eyes.

"Look, you're a terrible worker... Why should I even keep you hired on?" He smirked.

"Because I'm the only one here doing your fucking work, Erin." I said, my anger now showing.

Erin rolled his eyes back at me.

"Easy enough to find a replacement for that... You know..." Erin grinned wickedly.

Erin always played this fucking game, thinks just because his daddy let him run the store that now he can do whatever he wanted.

"Just get back to work, stop wasting my time. Oh, and bring my soda from the office before you're done" Erin smirked and walked away before I could even reply.

"He's on a fucking power trip" I thought to myself.

I needed to get back at him, I could've just walked out. But over the last few weeks full of his bullshit, I wanted revenge.

I went to the break room, and opened my locker. I had a prescription of Xanax I picked up on my lunch break.

My heart had skipped a beat. Adrenaline corsed through my veins. "I can't do this... It's rape.." I thought.

"He'll never know what even happened" I thought again.

I grabbed a pill, put the rest back into my locker, and headed back to the counter.

Lucky for me, the cameras in the store hadn't been working for months. No evidence.

I stood in front of his drink, pooped the top off of his soda, crushed the pill on the counter and sprinkled it into his cup.

"I don't have to do this"

"I SHOULDN'T do this"

"Fuck it"

I grabbed his soda, and went to his office.

"Here" I said, as I placed his drink in front of him on his desk.

"What took you so long? What? Are you geriatric already?" He smirked.

I didn't even reply, I stormed out of his office, and spent the rest of closing counting registers, mopping, and putting away misplaced inventory.

Once I was finished I went back to his office.

Erin was clearly out of it. Hardly even awake. He sat slumped over in his seat, his head resting on his arms in his desk.

"All done." I said as I checked how responsive he'd be.

Erin looked up his eyes trying to focus on me

"Mmph... About time.... Ugh..." He moaned, and tried to stand up. As he did he wobbled and fumbled to find balance.

"You okay?" I smirked, knowing the Xanax took effect.

"I'm fine.... I...ugh... I'm just tired" he said, his eyes hardly open.

My dick grew hard in my pants, I felt a bit shaky. I walked up to him and gently pushed him back into his chair. He fell back there easily. I hardly had to use any force

"How about you take a seat there for a second... Sir" I grinned.

"I... I need to resht..jusht...for a few minutesh.." his speech wa slurred.

I smiled, and put his arm over me. "Oh come on, I'll take you home." I said, not even giving him a chance to protest.

"Fine...." He mumbled as I took him to my truck.

I got him in the passenger side of my truck, and climbed into the driver's seat.

"What's your address?" I asked. Still not sure if I wanted to go through with my plan.

He was fading, and I couldn't understand his speech.

"Just punch it into my phone" I said, opening up my Map application and handing him my phone.

He punched in his address, and I drove home home. He passed out on the way there.

Eventually we got to his house, I tried waking him up, but he just kept softly snoring.

I got us both out of my car, carrying him my arms, and got to his door. Gently sitting him down I tried to wake him up, but still, no response. I needed to unlock his door, but I didn't have any keys to his house. I dug through his pockets and still couldn't find his keys.

"Fuck" I sighed. " What is the best place to look for a spare key..."

"Under the doormat?" I lifted his doormat up, and sure enough, the spare was hidden underneath it.

I grabbed the key, unlocked his door, and carried him to his couch, making sure to slide that spare key into my pocket.

"Erin?" I said, shaking him a bit. His snoring stopped momentarily, but his gentle snoring continued.

"There's still time to back out of this" I thought.

I stared at him laying on the couch, I couldn't resist. I hesitantly poked at his lips with my meaty paw... No reaction... I slid a finger between his cheek and his teeth... A warm wet sensation.

"Fuck." I sighed. My hands were a bit shaky, but I undid my jeans, my cock stood at full attention and I slid them down just past my butt. My dick was hard as iron, a single vein led from my shaft all the way up to the tip

"Oh fuck" I felt my heartbeat accelerate.

I stood above his body, and leaned down a bit until my cock was hovering above his lips, a single bead of precum oozed from the tip of my dick and drooled down onto his upper lip.

He turned his head once my pre had dripped onto his mouth, but he was still out.

I pushed two fingers into the side of his mouth, and stretched his lips open, with my other hand I grapsed my cock at the base, and pushed the tip into the pocket I made, sliding my fingers out of his mouth.

The warmth of his mouth and the tightness of his cheek on the top of my cock head felt incredible, I could see a protrusion on the shape of my head in his cheek. My dick pulsated a bit.

"That's fuckin right" I thought to myself, as I slowly pushed further into his cheek. The smooth texture of his mouth combined with my precum made it easy to slide more and more of my cock into his mouth until I hit the back of his cheek.

I made a steady rhythm of slow strokes, it did feel good... Just got great.

I sighed in annoyance. I needed more.

I slid my dick out of his mouth, precum mixed with saliva oozed out from his lips once I removed my cock.

I gently rolled him over to his stomach, and slid him off of the couch so that just his torso and head were laying face down on his couch cushion. His beautiful bubble butt pressed into the fabric of his slacks, and I couldn't help myself. I reach around, and unbuttoned his pants, then slid them down to his ankles along with his underwear.

His ass was beautiful. Pale white skin, muscular cheeks with that "shelf" at the very bottom.

Fuck.

I looked up to see any signs of him waking up, to my relief, he was still deep asleep.

I gently pressed my paws on his cheeks, and spread them apart, his hole was gorgeous. Smooth, and his ring was a soft pink.

I slowly Leaned forward, gently licking and prodding his young, supple hole with my tongue, penetrating him as I soaked his hole in spit. As I did, I could hear soft moans coming from his sleeping lips.

It tasted almost like copper, his tight hole gently relaxing as I rimmed him. I got a bit over excited, saliva lines his cheeks, hole, and insides as I continued to lap at his entrance.

My beard was damp from my own spit as I pulled away. His unconscious body lay limp and exposed as I lined my cock against his hole.

I could feel my precum lining his soaked hole as I firmly pushed my head inside of him. I could feel his hole give way as my head forced it's way inside.

His hole was tight as hell, it felt as if I was going to rip him apart. Lucky, my earlier preperation to his hole made it easier to slip inside.

His wet warmth surrounded my fat cock as I slowly pushed deeper inside of him. About half of my cock was inside him when I heard a soft "mmph.. wh-what... Umfff..." Come from Erin.

I looked up and froze, he was waking up. He placed his hands on the couch cushions and tried to pull up. I couldn't just slip out of him and make a break for it... Nor did I want to. I hadn't committed this far just to not get off.

I felt him push weekly upwards from the couch "sh...shtop! Wh-who are you?!" He slurred and spoke with a clear drowsiness in his voice. I kept quiet, and placed a hand on the back of his head, shifted my weight forward, and pushed his head into the cushion.

I slowly pushed back inside of him, yeah, I was taking him... But part of me felt like I could get him to enjoy this... Maybe I could get him off?

"Unf.... N-no! Stop! I'm not even gay! Who the fuck are you??" He cried meekly, the Xanax clearly had him fucked up. He could hardly even struggle.

I kept pushing, deeper and deeper, the friction of his inner walls squeezing the tip of my dick, his tightness surrounding the girth of my cock, it felt incredible. My balls rested on his, my thighs firmly pressed into his beautiful cheeks.
I felt his body tremble a bit, I had pushed well past his prostate, and I could hear a soft moan escape his lips.

"Mmph...unf.. please... Where even..unf... Am I?" Erin asked in his stupor.

I didn't respond, instead, I slid out a bit, just to see where exactly his prostate was. Inch by inch I steadily pulled out of him, until I felt his ass spasm around my dick accompanied by an "unf" just to steadily push back in.

"I-im not even gay! Ju-jusht please!"

I enjoyed taking this power from him. For weeks I had to put up with his insults, his attitude... Now? Now I was going to make him love getting fucked.

Ignoring his pleas, I pushed back inside of him, quickening my pace as he weakly tried to squirm under me. I repeated the last few movements, his hole loosening up a bit as I would hit his prostate, my cock massaging it while I held him to the couch.

I laid more of my weight down on him, my chin resting on his shoulder, I slid my arms underneath his pits, and held him close.

I pulled out all but the head of my cock, and quickly pushed it back into him. "Unf!" His ass tensed and relaxed, I knew I hit that g spot of his again.

I kept fucking him, harder, violently, even, I could feel him tremble as I kept pumping my cock in and out of his hole. I could feel the couch slide back, and hear my thighs clap against his buttox with each thrust.

Without warning I pulled him off the couch, and down to the floor, holding him there with both hands on his shoulder blades as I quickly. My thrusts. I felt the pressure build up in my balls... And into my shaft.

"N-no! D-don't! N-not inside me!!" He begged.

I could feel his ass spasming as I raped him, I was determined to give him an anal orgasm.

"Wait! N-no! This isn't right... S-sto-unf!! Fuck... Mmph!!!!" He whimpered beneath me, I could feel his ass pulsate around me, his body shook, and he went limp.

I felt the first wave of my orgasm hit I was buried deep into his bowls as the first two loads shot inside of him. I pulled out, and gave my cock a few strokes, painting his cheeks and lower back with thick, hot jets of cum.

I sighed, and pushed my dick back inside of him.

"Unf!!! Fuck... Get off!!" He tried to resist, but I was much too heavy for him to wrestle off.

He struggled as I laid on top of him, catching my breath while my member softened inside of him, eventually slipping out.

I placed a paw over his hand, and pinched his nose close with another. He tried to squirm, and struggle, eventually his body went limp, and I let go. I could hear him take a breath, but he was back asleep.

I got up, and pulled up my pants. Half of me wanted to leave him there like that, it was a satisfying sight, his unconscious body covered in my load, cum leaking out of his abused hole.

I basked in the sight before pulling his pants back up, and positioning him back on the couch.

As I left, I patted my pocket. I could feel the outline of his spare key there.

I felt a bit of worry build up in my chest. There's no way he's going to just not remember at least part of this... However, that was a problem for another day.

https://x.com/Truncated12/status/1849111009048273029?t=w5gqWf0X4k3bA5ohXTKsPw&s=19

Does anyone have the full video link?

https://x.com/hoodnifcient/status/1838030842381115775?s=46&t=oU9_WTKp2DqlSsfFY7U5oA

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

Pt 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystrugglefuck/s/fqJoqbYqYt Pt 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystrugglefuck/s/lAC4VTllih Pt 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystrugglefuck/s/8ackxTgdJt

Sorry for the delay in writing Part 4 - I haven't had access to technology for a while!

I looked up and saw Nathan standing in the doorway, his hand around his cock. He must have been watching Josh rape my ass for the last hour.

The desperate, pleading look in my eyes had no effect on Nathan. He stepped into the room, still holding his rock hard cock.

I was nervous about what was going to happen next. Was Josh going to get even angrier? Maybe they'd get into a fight, and I could sneak out! But no - Josh barely seemed to react. Had he seen Nathan standing there earlier? Had they planned this or something?

Josh leant down, grabbed my hair and pulled it back so I was looking up at the two of them, standing over me like I was some pathetic prey they'd just caught.

"Do you like being a slut, faggot? Do you like being used by other men?" Josh said.

My head was stinging from where he was pulling my hair. I tried shaking my head no, but it hurt too much. Instead, I tried whimpering out a "...no..."

Josh laughed as he let go of my hair, and I collapsed to the ground for a second before I left arms grab me under the armpits, lifting me to my knees. I could smell both of their cocks, waving just in front of my face. Disgusting with myself, I felt myself get aroused, and felt a pinch as my little fag cock struggled against the walls of its cage. The smell of their cocks was intoxicating, but there's no way I'd ever let them know that.

Slap!

Nathan smacked my face hard. "You're going to service us both faggot. You're going to be our little cumdump. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"No! Please, my ass hurts so bad!" It was no lie. My hole was in pain from all the pounding I'd been taking.

They both laughed. "Too fucking bad!"

Nathan slapped his cock against my face, dragging it down my cheeks before slamming down my throat. I instantly gagged, but he didn't stop. Instead, he forced it down my throat and held it there, watching as I struggled and tensed. I was running out of breath! I began slapping his legs, anything to make him let up, but he wouldn't. Just as I felt like I was about to lose consciousness, he let me go, and I fell forward, gasping for air.

Josh picked me my chin. I was hoping that he might now show some concern, but I was wrong. Instead, he stuck two fingers down my throat, making me gag. "Suck!" He slapped my face. I began sucking, worried what would happen if I didn't. He shoved a third finger into my mouth, then a fourth, as he worked his hand in and out of my mouth.

I'd lost sight of Nathan. Josh stepped closer, and rubbed his cock all over my face, dipping his balls into my mouth, before sliding his cock down my throat. He must have enjoyed watching he gag hard on Nathan's cock, because he began doing the same thing to me, grabbing the back of my head and forcing it down on his cock, without any sign of mercy or letting me go.

As I began to choke again, I raised my hands to try and push Josh off me.

"We're going to have to do something about those hands!" I heard Nathan's voice behind me. He grabbed my hands, my mouth still forced down on Josh's cock. Nathan pulled them behind me and tied a rope around my wrists, pulling them tight together, with no chance of escape.

Josh went into a frenzy seeing me tied up, a pathetic faggot that couldn't fight back. He began fucking my throat so hard I knew it would hurt for days to come. Right as he looked like he was on the verge of cumming, he pulled out, and pushed me onto the bed, still gasping for air.

Nathan didnt waste a moment, jumping on top of me, pinning my body down with his weight. I could feel him stroking his cock as he felt around for my hole, before shoving two, then three, then four fingers into my hole. He was thrusting in and out, stretching my used hole.

He bent down and whispered in my ear "you like that, dont you faggot?"

I shook my head "no, please stop!" I begged.

Josh climbed onto the bed too, coming around the front.

Nathan pulled his fingers out of my ass, and pushed his cock against my hole. It slid in with barely any resistance now, but it still hurt like fire. As Nathan picked up the pace, Josh knelt in front of me and pushed my head down on his cock.

I now had a cock in me, at both ends. I was being pushed in one direction, then the other, back and forth as they fucked my holes without any mercy.

At one point, I looked up at Josh, my eyes begging for mercy.

"Ok, stop for a sec" He said to Nathan. Finally!

Nathan pulled his cock out of my ass and went to stand up.

"No no, stay there. I'm going to join you" he said to Nathan.

What?! Did he seriously mean to say he was going to fuck me at the same time?

Josh laid down on the bed, and pulled me on top of him. With my hands still tied behind my back, I was powerless to prevent what was about to occur. Josh lifted my ass up on top of his cock and dropped me right onto his erect cock. It slid straight into me, as deep as it could go, his balls touching my ass.

He nodded to Nathan.

Nathan stepped forward, pushing the head of his cock against my hole, squeezing it in next to Josh's. My hole resisted at first, then eventually gave way, and Josh slid his cock balls deep into my hole as well.

With both cocks rubbing against each other inside my ass, they began to fuck me together. The pain was unbearable at first, but eventually the pain subsided as my hole gave it to what was happening.

They were both grunting as they fucked my holes. They must have been enjoying the feeling of my sloppy hole feeling tight again around their cocks, because they only lasted a few minutes before I noticed their thrusting getting hungrier and their pace picked up.

One after the other, they both came inside me, flooding my guts with their loads. Nathan collapsed on top of me briefly, before kneeling back up and pulling his cock slowly out of my ass. I could feel a dribble run out of my hole as he took his cock out. He slapped my ass before standing upright.

"You've got a good slut there" he said to Josh, completely ignoring me.

"I didn't know that he was such a whore. But now I do, I've got an idea what we can do with this bitch."

Josh and Nathan have kept using me every day since then. I've become a house slave. They dress me in ridiculous outfits, making me clean the apartment. If I bend over to clean something, they rip my pants or skirt down and shove their cocks inside me.

I'm expected to suck their cocks whenever they want, sometimes for entire hour or longer as they watch tv. Sometimes I'd have to take turns sucking them, keeping both of them hard. The main thing is, I have to ensure they're both satisfied at all times.

On Nathan's days working from home, he likes to push me under his desk and make me suck his cock while he's got a work meeting. Says being sucked by a faggot like me makes him feel like a boss.

They say they have bigger plans for me, but I'm a little worried about what that might mean. Only time will tell I guess.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and all participants are over the age of 18 years old

I have been looking for a female dom to peg me and dominate me for a while. I have been unsuccessful in finding a female dom so I decided to try something a little different. I was dm’d by a male dom to meet up with him and I was horny and curious. I meet up with him and he made me his bitch slave. I never sucked cock before I meet him so it was a learning experience by him forcing his huge cock down my throat for ever long he wanted. While I was being throat fucked he put a collar and leash on me and dragged me around his place before he brought me to the bed to tie me up and whip my ass. He then proceeded to whip my as for a while until it was cherry red. Once he was done whipping my ass he started teasing my ass hole with his huge cock. This was my first time taking cock and I never played with my ass before so I was scared/nervous. He didn’t put much lube on my ass and most of the lube was my slobber from when he was throat fucking me. I felt him stretch my hole out and I was grunting and screaming a little while he started to penetrate me. His cock was about 9ins so it was quite a lot to handle for my first time. I felt a little pain from when he first entered but I got used to it quickly and let him pound me however long he wanted, until he came. I have come to like being tight before I have a big cock fuck my ass and feel some slight pain while the cock stretches me out. The only down side is I squirm and I make a bit more noise so I need to be held down or tied up. I wasn’t going to stop him from stretching my hole since I told him I could handle him so I accepted my fate and let him do what ever he wanted. I didn’t want to go back on my word. I like to be a good sub and put my needs below Masters and make sure he is satisfied. I meet up with him a couple of other times after that so I wasn’t scared of his bbc after that experience.

This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18 years old.

I pushed the front door cautiously, always suspicious it wasn't the right place or the guy was just messing about and gave me some random address. It was on the latch as agreed and there was a light inside, so I stepped in. I took off my coat and shoes and left them by the door, then walked down the hallway.

I loved anonynous meets. Being bi and discreet I preferred getting sucked by guys who'd never get to recognise me in the street while I was out with my wife. It was amazing how slutty gay boys were - it was so easy to find hot young guys who were willing to wait blindfolded on their knees and suck a dick without even knowing whose it was. I'd never put myself in such a vulnerable position where a guy could do anything to me. So stupid, but I don't need cocksuckers to be bright - they're just cumdumps.

Anyway I found the right door, first one on the left as he'd said. It was ajar and dark inside. I pushed it open and saw the cocksucker on his knees, naked except for his white socks and blindfold, with his hands behind his back. Perfect. I grinned and stepped into the room, unzipping my fly and keen to get straight in his mouth.

As I stepped forward into the room I felt strong hands grab me from behind and force a mask over my head. Hands from the front grabbed my wrists and together they shoved me face down on the floor, then pulled down my jeans and boxers. Immediately I felt a hard cock pressed against my ass hole as another was shoved through the hole in the mask and into my mouth.

I'd never been into the idea of getting fucked or sucking. I'm a masculine guy and didn't like feeling I was in the feminine role. My ideal was a young feminine slut who wanted to worship my dick and thank me for letting him swallow my cum.

I tried to struggle against what was happening but between them they held me down and I could stop them from forcing their cocks into both ends. The guy in front of me shoved deep into my throat, smacking my face hard when I let my teeth get in the way. This was some distraction as the guy behind tried to penetrate my ass without lube. Finding it too tight he swore, spat on me and forced his way in. The pain was terrible as he opened up my virgin hole, roughly shoving in deep and ignoring my shouts to stop.

Neither lasted long, the guy behind cumming first, grunting as he pumped his load up into me. This seemed to excite the guy in front who held his cock down my throat as I choked and spluttered, cumming deep and making me swallow it all before pulling out.

Straight away they pulled me to my feet and shoved me along the hall. They threw me out the door and chucked my shoes and coat after me. One said "stupid cunt" and then the door was slammed. I pulled off the mask and looked to the door, hearing laughter from inside.

What could I do? I pulled up my boxers and jeans, ran from the building stopping at the entrance put on my shoes and coat, and started the walk home. I checked grindr and the guy I'd briefly chatted to had of course blocked me.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story featuring characters who are 18 or older

“This is going to suck for you, Andrew. They should have put you in another facility,” The officer led an inmate down the long corridor as inmates banged on bars, taunting the newest resident of the ward.

With his mind too occupied with the coming days, Andrew barely registered his friend’s shaky voice. His heart thudded in his chest as the prison roared. Two months prior, he was the one in grey, leading inmates to their fateful cell and rejoicing in the humiliation each prisoner faced.

His feet shuffled before him, head dangling down as he peered at the faded orange jumpsuit. I’ve always hated these… Camaran Correctional can’t even get prison orange right. The metal clashed open as the officer stopped, unhooking Andrew from his shackles.

“Coco!” The familiar voice called Andrew out of his name as he peered up. Kenny Rylet, a young inmate who Andrew had always looked out for. His energetic, childlike demeanor made him an easy target for other inmates, yet COs like Andrew looked after Kenny differently than others. A sigh of relief washed over him as the cell locked behind him.

“I lucked out,” Andrew smirked, patting Kenny on the shoulder as he greeted him.

“Good to see you CO Evans,” Kenny saluted as Andrew chuckled, though it was clear he wasn’t joking.

“I’m not CO anything anymore…” The sound of cells unlocking interrupted Andrew’s thoughts. The men stood in unison, all too familiar with the prison routine.

Although his first concern was his cellmate, a close second was the free time he would have with other inmates. Correctional officers had always been quick to choose favorites, punishing other inmates in a sick psychological power trip. CO Andrew Evans was no different.

His ambiguous race and unremarkable features may have allowed him to blend in with most of the crowd, or choose a race on the yard for protection. But his unusual predicament left him stranded, unable to search for any lifeline in Camaran.

“Your honor, if you send my client back to Camaran in the opposite uniform, you will be sentencing him to death, which must I remind you, our state does not impose capital punishment…” Andrew recalled his lawyer arguing as he stepped out of his cell.

Immediately, the corridor erupted in chants. Pig noises echoed from the second floor as other inmates hollered from behind him. “We’re coming…” shrieked some prisoners, though the echoes made it impossible for him to tell where the threats were coming from.

As much as he hated to admit it, he could always tell which newbies would be turned out first. On several occasions, he narrowly avoided warning the pretty boys of their fate. For that and that alone, he was grateful for his bleak features and dark-set eyes. Yet, years of working within the confines of the prison only branded him more than he would have ever been noticed before.

The line wrapped around the hall as inmates shuffled into the cafeteria for their first meal of the day. Andrew tried to remember the last time he slept properly, his back aching from the bunk. He reveled in the relative silence of the morning, remembering inmates were often too tired to cause a ruckus.

A door scraped the floor, vibrating with an awful shriek that made the inmates turn. The door hit Andrew’s foot, but before he could turn, he swept into the dark laundry room.

“HEY!” Andrew yelled, startled by the sudden sensation of hands around him. 2, 4, 5. He attempted to count the hands on his body as the rest of the inmates proceeded as if nothing happened. The subtle rattling of chains overwhelmed Andrew as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

“Welcome inmate,” A gruff voice bellowed in the corner of the dark room. Andrew’s head whipped around, making out the shadow of a large man with his arms crossed, though the dark shadows hid his face.

Two men gripped his arms, holding him up as the third man emerged from the corner. Billy Thorner, aggravated battery and sexual assault on his female arresting officer. He had always prided himself on knowing each inmate’s charges, though that secret would stay with him until his grave. His countless hours searching the database had to go unnoticed if he had any chance of surviving his sentence.

“Daydream, I fell asleep amid the flowers… for a couple of hours…” The men sang in unison, a harmonic melody coming from Billy and his boys. Andrew had heard it a few times throughout the years, recognizing the tune and humming along. Little did he know, the song was less of a musical number and more of a war cry.

Billy’s thick, monstrous hands forcefully grabbed Andrew’s waist. The men gripped his arms as he struggled, his mind wandering with each kick. Horror stories and security training were made up of monsters like the one in front of him, though he never imagined himself to be the victim of the gruesome tales.

“What the fuck are y’all doing? Giving me a song and show?!” His exuberant tone and nervous chuckle only made the men laugh in his face. Sun rays peaked through the window in sporadic strands, disorienting Andrew as the men felt his body.

“Come on, Evans, you ain’t never seen a strip search?” Billy pulled the tight fabric around Andrew’s waist, exposing his limp cock and thick, pale ass. Thank god for the dark. He thought, before clawing at the men to let go. He had never paid much thought to how hard it would be to fight with his cock out.

As hard as he fought in the dark, it only took one wrong step for him to fall to his knees. All three men ran their hands up and down his body, clawing at him as they “searched him for anything tight…” The loud southern drawls of the inmates were unusually quiet, each criminal passionately speaking in hushed tones. He wondered what else happened in the prison that guards were so oblivious to.

The inmates hot breath dampened his neck as Billy picked him off the ground, dangling him over the closest washing machine. Light seeped in further as Andrew glanced at the racist tattoo on another man’s hand, recognizing two of the three assaulters.

Fuck what’s his crime? What’s his crime? Goosebumps covered his ass as one of the men spread it, each taking their turn to slap him around. Who gives a fuck about his crime?! Thoughts overwhelmed him as he felt cold fingers clutch his cock. With one single touch, his breath left his body. Silence fell over the foursome as the mystery man gasped.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he whispered under his breath, a clear indication of his genuine shock. Without a word, Billy’s hands explored Andrew before his laugh echoed through the vacant room. Two more hands grabbed at his micro cock as he finally remembered to breathe.

“That’s kinda sad,” the third voice finally spoke up, though Andrew could not recognize who it was. Billy burst into laughter at his victim’s misfortune, weaving his massive fingers around the small shaft of Andrew’s penis to explore his anatomy in the dark.

“Who knew? Officer Evans has a pin dick,” the inmate’s hot breath dampened Andrew’s face as Billy’s fingers gripped his dark, short hair. Perspiration ran down his neck as he felt his cheeks turn red. His size had always been a point of contention, the insecurity that fueled his dream for law enforcement. Perhaps his wavering ego had ultimately pushed him to a life of crime. Nonetheless, the men continued to tease as Andrew focused on the dragging chains on the other side of the door.

“I bet it doesn’t even get hard,” Billy talked through Andrew as he gripped his pants, forcing them above his waist as the other men fought him.

“They’ll know we aren’t in line, you know that!” Billy forced two fingers in his mouth, silencing him as the other men agreed.

“Fine, let me just do something real quick,” Billy gripped Andrew’s hips, forcing him to sit on the washing machine and face him. He tried to follow Billy as he paced through the room, though he couldn’t make out what he was searching for. One man held him by the shoulders while the other pressed against his thighs, his fingers flicking Andrew’s limp dick as Billy approached.

“NO! What is that?!” His voice quivered as he felt two hands wrap around his neck, forcing his head to dangle off the edge of the machine. Fabric brushed against his inner thighs as Billy tied something around him. Andrew braced for the moment he would cut off his circulation, though that moment never came.

His legs jolted as the thin ribbon tightened around his shaft. Yet, not a sound came out of his mouth. The tip of Billy’s fingers held Andrew’s balls, but even they seemed small on the tip of his finger.

“Fuck, no!” Andrew’s back arched as they slammed him down, realizing the ribbon tied around his balls. The door rattled three times as the inmates released Andrew and ducked out of the door without another word. He lay in the dark for a moment, his half-naked body still exposed as he wondered what just happened.

His shaky fingers gripped the waistband of his underwear, quickly realizing they had been ripped to shreds in the commotion. Rage filled him as he pulled up his pants, shuffling out the door.

Beyond the occasional threat or menacing whistle across the cafeteria, his first meal went relatively smoothly. Guards checked on him subtly, tilting their heads in his direction in a feeble sign of solidarity. The truth was, he knew his friends could not save him. It was only a matter of time before they stopped looking at him as a CO and remembered him only as their prisoner.

Andrew rubbed his legs together as he gathered his belongings for the shower, racing the usual crowd in an attempt to be one of the first. The ribbon restricted his movement; he wondered exactly how it was tied. For a man who often wore the world’s smallest cock rings to work, this was an unpleasant change. He glanced over his shoulder for Billy and his crew, anxiously waiting for the older inmates to clear out.

Finally, he closed the thin shower curtain and assessed his cock. The pale skin turned red along the thin black ribbon, a double knot resting between his balls as the fabric wrapped around each. His hands shook as he dug through the knot.

“FUCK!” He shouted, biting his lip as he realized how loud he’d been. Despite his best efforts, the knot continued to tighten. He showered quickly as other men heckled him.

“What you yelling fuck for?”

“Aw, man don’t fucking cum. Hurry UP!”

He finished his shower quickly, slipping through the lineup of men. Billy approached the bathroom as Andrew ducked the other way, his hair still dripping from the icy water. Two men followed closely behind him, though he dared not to risk them seeing him. As desperate as he was to see his perpetrator’s identity, the threat they posed was too significant.

—

“Listen, man, this is going to sound strange but I need your help…” Andrew paced from one side of the cell to the other as his cellmate drew on the wall. “This is weird as fuck but… I need,” the hesitation in his voice made Kenny chuckle, abandoning his drawings as he stood.

“What’s up, man?”

Andrew pointed to his crotch as Kenny’s eyes widened. “No it’s not like that… Trust me! I just– I need you to get this knot out.” He dropped his pants to the floor, revealing the intertwined mess. To his utter shock, Kenny dropped to his knees without a word.

His fingers picked up Andrew’s cock gently, inspecting the knot as if it wasn’t another man’s penis tied up in it. He wondered when Kenny would question his coin-sized balls and skinny dick, bracing himself for the comments. Anything but this rope. The restriction served as a painful reminder of his punishment.

Kenny’s fingers pulled at the knot as Andrew grunted with every thread, the circulation subtly affected by the fabric’s incessant tightening. At least you’re not being judged for having a micro cock. Billy’s threats circled Andrew’s mind.

“You gotta lay down…” Kenny raised an eyebrow, curling his lip in a sympathetic but matter-of-fact matter. I hate to tell you this but it’s necessary.

He laid down, spreading his legs and pressing them against his chest. The cool breeze sent goosebumps down his spine as Kenny continued to mess with the ribbon. He pressed his nails into his knees as his eyes shut shamefully. The relief will be worth it. The relief will be worth it.

—

Kenny’s tongue hovered around the knot as he watched Andrew sway. Careful to keep the ex-cop at ease, his fingers pulled at the knot as he sniffed his cellmate’s bare skin. Let him think I’m working on it… well, of course, I am. Andrew’s eyes only squinted more with each jolt of his penis.

His mouth hovered around Andrew’s cock, drooling seconds before he took Andrew’s cock in his mouth. Kenny’s eager tongue swirled around his balls as he sat up in awe. His wet mouth slurped effortlessly around Andrew’s small package. He waited for his cellmate to object, pulling at the ribbon with his teeth. Yet, the objections didn’t come.

Andrew’s stifled grunts grew louder each time Kenny sucked, his stiff legs shaking uncontrollably. The officer who looked out for me all these years. All I’m doing is returning the favor. He took his time with Andrew’s smooth skin, testing his boundaries as he snaked his tongue toward his hairy hole. Without a word, Andrew lifted his hips and watched as Kenny buried his face in his ass. His sloppy tongue flicked against him as the men moaned quietly.

“I can’t help myself…” Kenny breathed desperately as he abandoned Andrew’s hole, covering his cock and balls with his mouth once more. The twitching cock enticed him as the young man’s body contorted, a feeble attempt to escape the pleasure he desperately craved.

“Mmhm nuh-” Andrew grunted, unrecognizable sounds echoing through the cell. Kenny forced his hand around Andrew’s mouth as he came. For all of the commotion coming from the man, Kenny couldn’t hide his disappointment when Andrew’s small cock barely produced cum. What did you expect? I mean look at it.

Andrew peered down at him in horror, suspecting the disappointment on Kenny’s face as he handed him the ribbon. The men exchanged glances as Kenny looked down at his bare cock twitching, still dripping from his spit.

“I’m really sorry about this…” Kenny smirked menacingly, a look Andrew had never seen on the sweet man’s face. He wondered what he meant, watching as the young man rose to his knees.

The cell doors unlocked simultaneously as the guards prepared for count and inmates for work, but Kenny whistled louder than all of the bars combined.

“HEY! COCO’S GOT A CLIT!” His nails gripped the back of Andrew’s neck as he forced him into the door frame, a roar of animalistic howls coming from all three levels of the prison. Beady-eyed men peered at him, licking their lips or grabbing their cocks as Kenny paraded him around like a circus animal. His pale skin turned blush as Billy locked eyes with Andrew, smirking silently as he stood among the rowdy crowd.

“Everybody loves a good clit…” Kenny licked Andrew’s neck, biting his lip as his cellmate shivered beneath his touch. Too many men called out to Kenny, bargaining for priority of the CO. Andrew stood in the doorway as two guards approached, locking eyes with their former friend. He waited for a sympathetic look or a subtle comment toward his cellmate for instigating the ruckus.

The guard cleared his throat to speak, looking Andrew up and down before turning to Kenny. “I want him first. Billy next.” The men shook hands as Andrew shook his head vigorously, though words could not find him.

“Please…” He finally whispered as the guards walked away.

“See, he wants it…” Kenny grabbed his cheeks and shoved him back into the bed. COCO clit chants echoed through the prison for weeks, until each inmate had a look, taste, or feel of the infamous CO clit.

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

The previous chapter can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystrugglefuck/comments/1g1zqfa/the_escaped_convict_ch_01/

Chapter 2

"Open."

I look up at him then at his cock in front of my face. I obey. The second my mouth opens, he pulls my face in, and his cock slides into my mouth.

I expect it to grow as it had done before, but something else happens. I panic and try to pull away, but Damon's hand presses my head against him even harder. A warm, sour liquid pours down my throat. I've never tasted piss before. The taste is even worse than the smell of it.

There's too much, and I gag. But if I vomit on his dick, he'll literally kill me. And making a mess all over the floor is out of the question. I gulp down every drop.

"Good boy. I've never had someone drink it all," says Damon appreciatively.

He shakes his dick in front of my face, and drops of pee splatter on my face.

I reach down to my dick, but I'm stopped short after he punches me to the floor.

"I did not fucking allow you to have fun with yourself," he angrily shouts. He bends down and grabs my face, looking at me with contempt. He squeezes my still-sore neck. "Understood?" he asks. I nod.

"It's 'Yes, sir,' you worthless faggot."

"Yes, sir," I reply before he hits me again.

He grabs the adhesive tape and secures my hands together behind my back. He does the same with my feet. I sit in the middle of the living room.

He then proceeds to sit on the couch and relax. He turns on the TV and watches some sitcom, laughing and carrying on as if I wasn't in the room.

I observe him quietly. His body looked like it was sculpted by Greek gods. Large and broad shoulders. His arms are enormous and vascular. His torso, even relaxed, showed defined pecs and abs. I can't make out all the tattoos, but I identify many skulls, roses, and hearts. I notice now how thick his thighs are. One thing is clear: I will do everything he wants whether I want to or not; he can effortlessly make me.

After a few episodes, he eventually gets up and glances down at me. He sits behind in my rear and seizes my neck, squeezing gently. Unexpectedly, his other hand grabs my dick and starts stroking it.

"Oh, thank you, sir," I moan.

His arm flexes harder around my neck, and he laughs to my ear.

"I'm not doing it for you, faggot. I'm milking you out so you won't be able to enjoy me when I use you."

He licks my entire cheek and leaves a wet, drooling trail. He lightly nibbles on my ear while diligently jerking me off. I'm overwhelmed with pleasure.

After a few minutes, I'm close and moan intensely. I can feel it. It's right there...

He stops and laughs raucously.

"Did you think it was gonna be this easy?" he says as he squeezes my cheeks. It's the hand that jerked me off, and it's all soaked with my pre-cum. He places his fingers in my mouth. I suck them all.

He's relatively handy with his hands. Slapping my cheeks, squeezing my neck, pinching my nipples, pulling my hair. He's a predator playing with his prey.

He begins jerking me off again but stops right when I'm close. How long is he gonna keep edging me? He does it a few more times and pain starts.

"Please, sir, let me finish. My balls are going to explode," I beg him.

"This is your punishment for disobeying." He reaches down and clutches my balls. He squeezes with force.

I whimper in pain. My head falls back on his chest, and I look at him in the eyes. "I won't do it again, please, I promise," I plead.

And for the final time, he pulls my cock in repeated up and down motion. His grip is just the perfect pressure. His thumb massages my gland, where I'm most sensitive. But that's only a portion his work. His other hand is playing with my nipples. His tongue is licking my ear. His lips are kissing my neck, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body. He is surprisingly tender. One wouldn't believe he was the same man almost strangling me earlier this evening.

At long last, I shoot my load out. Strings of cum pump out of my dick in rapid succession. I let out a relieved moan, but Damon's hand immediately gags my mouth, muffling my sounds.

Talk about not making a mess. I've just unleashed a week's worth of cum all over the place.

My body relaxes, and I rest against his. But he swiftly lets go of me and stands.

"Now lick, bitch. I don't want to see a single uncleared drop," he orders.

He heads to the kitchen for a drink and snack.

I prop myself to my knees and bend forward. With my hands still wrapped in tape, it's challenging to be stable in this position without arms for support, but I manage. I slurp puddles of my own cum and use my tongue to lick smaller drops clean off the cold floor. It's salty and sticky.

I haven't heard Damon come back, but I feel his foot unexpectedly stepping on my skull, pushing my face down against the cum-covered floor. He kicks my head to the side, pats his foot on the floor, and makes me lick it.

After he's satisfied, he orders me to finish my job. He went back to sitting on the couch.

I feel drained and fall to the floor after I'm done.

"Sleepy, are you? I got one more job for you, though," Damon demands as he gestures to what's between his legs.

I crawl and hop toward the couch. It was arduous, but my head was finally an inch away from his monster cock.

Without a prompt, I put my mouth to use. I lick around the shaft first, trying to wake it up. No success. I profusely lick and suck the gland, moving my head back and forth. I pull on his foreskin with my lips. Even soft, just half of his cock reaches my throat. That's when I started to feel it growing and hardening. I almost pulled my head away, but my instincts told me I would've regretted it.

"Good boy," he whispers.

It's getting very hard now. I probe around with my tongue. Damon's cock is quite veiny. I've done all the work so far, but it's getting impatient, subtly inching in all the way inside my throat. It's still painful in there. I decide to do it progressively as I take it in.

But Damon had other plans, holding my head and forcing it all the way down on his cock. He grunts. I gag. It hurts at the spot where he previously bullied my throat. I try to pull away, but he pushes my head down even harder. My nose is right up against his skin. Not that I can breathe anyway with an obstructed airway. I start to feel light-headed.

He finally releases my head, and I rise to get as much air as possible.

"Suck my balls," he commands.

I heard him, but still recovering my breath. He deems it long enough and pushes my head down again. I get to work on his balls. I breathe in the musky, sweaty odor of his ball sacks. They look full and plump. I open my mouth and put one of his sacks in my mouth. I lick and suck it. He lets out a satisfied hum. I do the same to his other testicle.

"I'm gonna love using that mouth every fucking day," says Damon.

He turns my body around, the back of my head resting against the couch. He's standing, his knees leaning against the fabric.

"Please, not this!" I exclaim in protest, but his large thighs are preventing my head from moving sideways.

He licks his lips and smiles. Without further ado, he begins mouth-fucking me with passion. His violent thrusts carve a way the inside of my throat walls. He barely pulls up high enough for me to breathe.

My eyes produce tears from the pain in my throat, which he notices this time, unlike previously when I was upside down.

"Aww, look at you, poor faggot. You're so beautiful," he tells me, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

He pushes on and digs even deeper into my throat.

My consciousness wanes from asphyxiation. Before I close my eyes, I witness his dick continuously hammering inside my mouth.

He pulls out and slaps me furiously.

I breathe. I'm alert again. Damon allows me to breathe as much as I need while he waits. "Thank you, sir." Once I'm ready, I open wide, and he resumes. He slaps my face when I forget to pull my teeth apart.

"Oh, that mouth is begging me to breed it," he utters between his moans.

The back of my throat is seriously hurting, and my body is fighting. The lack of air is causing me to panic. I shake and struggle, but it angers him. He pulls out his cock and presses his powerful hands on my neck.

"You still haven't learned. I decide when you breathe, faggot!" he shouts as my neck gets choked. "If you can't handle it, fucking pass out, I won't stop."

He retracts his arms and lets me breathe. I cough and take rapid breaths. I hear under my ragged breathing my heart beating out of my chest, trying to distribute the oxygen through my deprived body.

He chuckles. "You feel that adrenaline? I bet you enjoy it, you deranged whore."

He yanks my jaw open and shoves his steel rod of a cock all the way down again. His cadence hasn't slowed. When will he grow tired? I certainly am.

I look at him from below. His body occupies most of my field of view. In the corner of my eye, I notice the fireplace's light. It shines ever brighter, warming the room from a cold fall night outside. Damon's body is drenched in sweat, his skin lustrous, and his hair ruffled. Despite the abuse happening in my mouth, I can't help but admire his magnificent body at work.

His grunts intensify. He's struggling not to come.

"I'm gonna flood that throat of yours," he manages to say.

He moves faster and deeper. Only when I can barely breathe that he allows himself to finish.

In a chaotic sensory overload, his warm semen gushes in a deluge directly into my throat. I vigorously swallow before the excess gets out of my mouth.

Damon is in pure bliss. He slowly pulls out and inspects my mouth. Happy that I swallowed everything, he pats my head.

"You're so lucky I found you to make you my personal slave. No one else is gonna treat you so well, faggot."

He takes off all my restraints, and we both sit on the couch, in the warm touch of each other's bodies.

I can barely keep my eyes open, so he suggests a quick shower before getting ready to sleep. He walks and holds me steady. I plop down on my bed. He disappears for a minute and emerges back, presumably from the garage, with rope.

"I don't want you getting away from me at night while I sleep."

He ties the rope to my wrists separately to the bed frame.

He turns all the lights off. He jumps into bed and big spoons me. His dick is resting in the space between my butt cheeks.

He hums pleasingly. "You're mine."

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

Mostly some very rough/threatening play, oral, and some light ass play in this part.

Cole loosened his legs around me and I bobbed downward. I kicked my own legs, propelling me upward, then tried to grapple them around his waist. Instead, Cole grabbed me by the ankles and ripped my feet out of the water, swiftly inverting my entire body and plunging my head under. I flailed my legs and folded myself into a tight V shape, but the surface lingered far above. With a furious heave, Cole pushed my folded body downward. I tumbled under the water but managed to upright myself. I kicked my feet again and opened my eyes towards the glaring sun, broken by Cole’s dangling feet.

Despite my clumsy kicks, I watched Cole’s feet slide below my eyeline. Then his ankles and knees. I bobbed slowly upwards, unaided yet unburdened by Cole. As my chin grazed against his right knee, his left foot rose over my face. He pressed his sole into my forehead, gently pushing me back down. All of my progress reversed, I panicked and frantically kicked. Cole slid his sole down my face, bending my neck and face backwards, then hooked his big toe in my mouth. The plastic ring in my mouth pushed upwards, sending my mouth and body away from Cole’s toe. A moment later, he reached two fingers into my mouth and dragged me to the surface.

My ear canals popped as water flushed out and Cole’s snorting laughter flooded in.

“You… Jesus you’re a scared little bitch!” Cole could barely speak through his laughing. “Come here.” Cole pulled me towards him as I gasped and coughed. He covered my wide-opened mouth with his and breathed into me. His tongue licked around the plastic ring and around the roof of my mouth. His arms hugged me tightly so I sunk into his embrace, feeling only gratitude for the comfort of his familiar arms. My back tingled as he slid his right hand lower, down my spine and beneath my waistband. He hooked a finger into my ass and gently pressed against my hole. His finger circled around, at first softly pushing into me then firmly embedding both knuckles inside. I gasped into his open mouth and felt the corners of his lips turn up.

“You’re gonna behave now.” Cole pulled his face away. His tone was stern but not harsh, clearly wanting me to know this wasn’t a question.

I nodded back to him and he smiled.

He curled his finger in my asshole and tugged upward, sending my shoulders back into the water. I inhaled as he pulled my ass over the surface and guided my head under, onto his cock. His gut pushed into my forehead as he tried to stay latched onto my asshole, and he bent his torso over my back. His cock hit the roof of my mouth so I tried to crane my head backwards but struggled to control my already-contorted body. He tugged harder on my ass, pulling my forehead deeper into his torso and roughly bending my neck. His efforts, however, succeeded in forcing his cock into the back of my throat.

My throat easily opened in this position and his cock rammed deep inside. Feeling my throat open, he harshly yanked my ass upwards and out of the water, putting the weight of my body into his crotch. I gagged but couldn’t move my torso at all, instead spreading my legs open and unintentionally inviting his finger deeper into my hole. He pounced on the opportunity and nailed his index finger firmly inside. I continued to gag and tried to gasp, but my airways were fortunately blocked by his cock. He held me steady for seconds and my mind slipped into a haze of panic and arousal that he could keep me lifted by his one finger. As the seconds ticked by, my throat gagged and pulsed on his cock, pulling him deeper into a lustful frenzy.

Cole’s finger pulled out of my ass and my legs splashed downward. Even drowned in saltwater, I could feel my saliva gushing around his cock, the slimy mucus coating his shaft down to his balls. I swallowed a drag of water as I gagged then closed my throat. I tilted my head forward but his right hand, now freed from my ass, grabbed my chin and pushed me back into position. He seesawed my entire body  back and forth, pulling me in and out on his cock. I had never been in a sex swing before but I assume this mimicked the same feelings of helplessness and vulnerability as he mercilessly jerked my body forward and back.

As my lower end just began to sink, Cole reached his arms under me, pulling my head off of his cock and out of the water. I wheezed in as my stomach continued to heave. Strands of foamy, white saliva floated on the water around my neck.

“That’s enough.” Cole said bluntly and flipped my body over. My ears plugged with water again as he guided my mouth back onto his cock. Facing up now, my eyes landed below his nuts and large, round ass. His cock railed into my throat, open now and even more accessible with my head thrown back. Just as before, he lunged my body back and forth. I tried to swirl my tongue a bit, motivated by the sight of his beautiful ass. Cole grabbed me by the nuts, pulling me in close, and squeezed his thighs against my cheeks. He held me there, trying to push himself deeper inside. I tried earnestly to open my throat, but gagged again. He didn’t seem to care as he squeezed his thighs tighter. He knew how much I loved his big thighs and he was putting on a show. But as the seconds passed, my mind panicked for air. I wiggled my legs, signaling for help, but he squeezed tighter on both my cheeks and nuts.

Desperate for air, I pulled my knees in towards my chest, bumping his forearm pulling on my nuts. He squeezed tighter. I shook and bounced my legs up and down. His thighs tensed and turned to solid concrete. My throat tightened, swallowing his cock deep into my neck. I wriggled my bound arms and squeezed my abs, visually begging him for help. I heard him scream above the water “Fi-ive. Fooo-our! Three! … Two.” His thighs unclenched and he tugged my nuts away. His other hand scooped under my neck and lifted my face out of the water, planting directly into his own.

“Kiss me bitch.” He wrapped his mouth over mine as I drew in a raspy breath. I shook my legs. He pulled his face away and glared down at me. “No one cares.”

Again, I plunged under the water. I had barely drawn in any air and was already panicking. He slid in and out of my throat again, then pulled me up for barely a second. He repeated this over and over, giving me only a moment to inhale between throat fucking. Finally, he pulled me upwards and paused.

“I want that ass faggot.” He reached his right arm under my taint and pressed his finger against my hole. I accidentally clenched as he did. “Fucking open.” He pushed my head under water and jammed his finger against my ass. Again, I clenched in panic, and he pushed my head lower, between his thighs. He pulled my face into his ass and flexed his thighs against the sides of my neck. I tried to push my hole open and immediately felt his fingertip roughly push inside. I continued to push out as his knuckles rammed in. He leaned forward, spreading his ass over my face, and bit my cock. His thighs released my neck and he pulled my ass up again, plunging my head downward.

I hadn’t noticed just how hard my cock was until he wrapped his lips around it. It had been a long time since anyone had put their mouth on my cock. I gasped, drawing in a burst of water. He rammed his finger deeper into my ass, pushing my cock into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt my cock throb in his mouth and my hole clench around his finger. But just as my mind drifted from panic towards pleasure, he pulled his mouth off and yanked my head out of water.

“Should keep you under there until you cum. But I also don’t feel like hiding a body today. I hate digging.” He chuckled and I almost smiled along. But this wasn’t the first time he had threatened me and I never knew where he might actually draw the line.

“Ite. Clearly can’t fuck your pussy out here.” He said as he hooked his finger inside me. “Can barely get my finger in that hole.”

I stared up at him and grunted, unable to speak with the spreader gag in mouth.

Water enveloped my face again as he pushed my chest into the water. His hand pressed the back of my head upward, pushing my nose into his ass. He flexed his finger in my ass again and again, making my cock swell. I hated rimming a guy but being forced into his meaty ass was absolute bliss. I stuck my tongue out and licked. Just as I did, his hand stopped pressing and yanked my head under. He roughly propelled his hooked finger in my ass and shook my body violently. Then ripped his finger out and flipped me upright, my face barely peeking above the surface.

“Don’t do that.”

“Uhh?” I questioned.

“Lick my ass. I’m not a fag.”

“Aww-eee.”

“Kay. Get back on. Let’s go.” He hoisted himself onto the jetski and I kicked towards him. I looked up at him, expecting him to pull me up.

“Get up. C’mon. Not gonna wait.”

“Ehhhh.” I moaned pathetically.

“Get yourself up or I’ll tie you to it and drag you back.”

I flopped my shoulders towards the step of the jetski, but couldn’t push myself upwards. I grunted to Cole and he started the machine. He straddled the seat, reached into the compartment, and pulled out a spool of rope.

“You think I’m joking? Get up. Now”

I desperately kicked my legs and flung my chest onto the boat, then sank back down.

“Eeeee.” I begged.

“Kay. Feet or neck. Both will probably kill you.” He said as he uncoiled the rope.

“Eeeee!”

“Swing your legs up. Stop being so pathetic and helpless. It’s not attractive.”

I leaned my shoulder onto the step and tried to reach my foot onto the jetski. Instead, I slipped off the step and splashed into the water. Cole grabbed my shoulder and threaded rope under my left armpit, then my right.

“Don’t worry. Trust me.”

The following is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18.

Another six weeks had passed since entering into my new "career." I had got quite used to my position and the expectations of my new boss. I felt I had become skilled at serving his needs and even started to feel the role suited me from a certain perspective. I seemed to be good at it and maybe the boundaries were working for me. If I did well he was kind to me and if I did poorly he punished me. I didn't have to worry about disciplinary hearings any more - I knew my behaviour would be corrected with his hand or belt. It was both perversely shameful yet weirdly liberating. What a messed up situation.

Today he'd put a "probation review meeting" in the calendar for two hours after lunch and put up the usual stern "do not disturb" sign on his office door. Not many managers even had their own offices these days, but everyone knew this one was inviolable. He could be in the middle of a "without prejudice" meeting or dismissing some poor bastard.

He was still out at lunch with some director and had told me to "be ready in position" when he got back. I wasn't certain what this meant but figured it was a test of how well I understand how to serve him. He would want me in the most demeaning and submissive position.

I stripped and put on the white briefs and socks he expected me to wear, and got on all fours, facing away from the door. Would this be ok? As I waited I adjusted my position to present myself better. I spread my legs a little wider, arched my back more, bowed my head a little lower. The position was uncomfortable and I didn't know how much longer he'd be, but it was worth it to please him. Should I pull my underwear down to expose my ass? No, he liked to instruct me to do that.

I waited, reflecting on the increasingly shameful situation I found myself in. Things at home had become harder of course. My girlfriend didn't like the long hours I was working but I'd explained these were the expectations and I had to meet them or I could lose my job. Our sex life had suffered as well - after serving submissively at work all day I didn't feel like fucking her when I got home and rarely felt aroused by her at all. I was pretty sure she was suspicious that I was cheating on her, which I guess in a way I was though I was certain she would be imagining something very different.

It was starting to feel normal for me that sex involved serving a man. When I thought about it this way, it disgusted me that he'd reduced me to this and I wondered whether the deal we'd made had been worth it at all. Maybe prison would have been better, if it had even come to that. At the same time, I realised I was getting some satisfaction from serving well and getting his approval. Clearly this was affecting my life much more profoundly than I'd foreseen when I'd got on my knees that first time.

Eventually I heard his key in the door and tensed as if ready for inspection. I waited silently as he put down his things.

"That's a good position fag. Look at me."

He hadn't called me that before. I looked back at him to see he was filming me on his phone and instinctively looked away to hide my face.

"Come on Ryan. This is part of the job. Look up at me."

I submitted and looked up into the camera. I'd come this far.

"That's a good fag. You're proud of how well you're serving aren't you?"

I said "yes sir" and I felt it.

"That's good. We've found a purpose for you after your difficulties." He took off his belt and looped it around my neck as a makeshift leash, then led me to his chair. Taking a seat he said "get to work." I removed his boots and socks and began licking his feet.

He placed his cock in my mouth and I began to suck him as he filmed me. I realised I was crying again, for the first time in a while. How had it come to this, willingly being filmed by a man using me and calling me fag?

For the next two hours he fucked my ass and throat, made me lick and worship every part of him, made me tell the camera that I wanted to be his loyal and obedient fag and that pleasing him was now my only goal in life. I seemed to know he wanted me to say this without him specifically telling me what to say. I did it all willingly. Finally he sat back at his desk as I waited on my knees.

"You've done really well here Ryan, but you're not through probation yet. There are still a few more things you need to demonstrate."

What else could he possibly make me do? He placed an object on the desk that I hadn't seen before, a small contraption with a lock and key.

"I've noticed you get increasingly aroused while serving me. That isn't required, so you'll wear this chastity cage while you're working. I understand that would be difficult to explain to your girlfriend, so normally I'll remove it before sending you home."

I thought desperately about how this would work as he attached the device to me, but made no attempt to resist. What was the use? He shoved me to the mirror in the corner of his office and filmed my reaction as I looked at myself. There would be no way to explain this if he chose not to unlock it. I looked like what I was, another man's fucktoy. I turned to him and made a feeble effort to get out of it.

"Sir, I have a family, a girlfriend. I can't lose them..." I broke down in tears seeing that my plea was falling on deaf ears.

"It's OK Ryan. You've made your choice. You took the deal and you've become my fag. I own you. Your purpose is to serve me. All you need to do is obey and you'll be ok, I'll allow you to keep your home life how it is. You can get back on your knees now."

I sank to my knees and looked up at my owner as he continued to film me.

"Good fag. Open."

I did as I was told and he began to piss in my mouth. I kept eye contact and didn't flinch, swallowing his piss.

When he'd finished he stopped filming.

"Good boy. Your task for this afternoon is to set up an Onlyfans account for us, then edit and upload these videos. Let me know when we're ready to go live and I'll give you more instructions."

"I can trust you not to delete them, can't I Ryan?"

End

[Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed - I know my efforts are a bit slow paced for this really. :)]

The following is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18 years old.

Two weeks had passed since I'd started my new job and already we had got into a routine. As the department's receptionist I was the first in every morning and last out every night, which meant staying as late as the boss and serving him however he needed.

I finished getting the waiting area ready for the day's steady stream of various aggrieved staff, miscreants, and conspiratorial senior managers, and went to his office. Locking the door from the inside I stripped down to my underwear - he'd made me buy white briefs as my "uniform" - and got on my knees. Each day I was required to wait in this position for him to arrive.

At about 8:30, I heard his key in the door. He entered, gave me a smile and locked the door again behind him. He took his time, hanging up his coat, putting down his coffee on the desk, then said "good morning Ryan" as he sat down. "Good morning sir" I replied obediently, before sucking him as he drank his morning coffee.

I hated this. Every day for two weeks this was how I had been expected to behave. The start and the end of the day were the worst, and actually the job wasn't too bad when I was just at my desk greeting visitors or running errands for the department. I noted how many of those arriving for confidential meetings with him were attractive young men - clearly this job suited him as he got to pick which cases to take a personal interest in and which to leave to his HR minions. He expected me to get on with a full day's work when not taking care of "personal duties" and I ended up learning a bit about employment law and how much it's stacked in favour of employers.

Over the two weeks he had introduced more requirements, calling it my "induction." The underwear, calling him sir, that kind of thing. Today be pulled out a black leather band and fastened it around my neck. A necklace? At this rate I was relieved it wasn't a leash. "This is part of your uniform now. Don't take it off." I hoped I would remember to take it off before I got home to my girlfriend as the questions would be pretty awkward. No doubt I'd be punished if I didn't remember to put it back on again on the way to work.

The day was a long one including a gruelling two hour Teams meeting where he'd had to give a report and answer pretty hostile questions to a committee. In meetings like this he kept me there to serve him throughout, muting himself to give me instructions. I'd got used to being used a footstool, giving foot massages, sucking his dick. Humiliating, but I was getting used to it and kind of enjoying the weird level of access I had to the hospital's secrets. It wasn't all sexual, sometimes he'd just send me to take a letter to the post room or get us both coffee, or have me take notes in a meeting.

I'd noticed the other staff in the department clearly looked down on me, smirked at me, like they thought this was an office affair. Great, so they thought I'd got this job as was a reward for willing sexual services.

As the day wore on he was getting pretty irritable. His last meeting hadn't gone well. His boss, who he seemed to despise, had called to whine about how he'd handled something. She had a condescending attitude and a grating South London accent I could hear screeching through his headset, so I got it and felt I was on his side. I'd already found he got rougher and meaner with me after a call like this, taking out his frustrations on my throat. I hoped something would happen to improve his mood but it was already nearly 7pm and the rest of the department was empty. I kind of wanted it to happen just to break the tension.

"Alright, that's enough of today. Time to unwind before home. Take your clothes off."

I stripped to my regulation white briefs and got on my knees without needing to be told. I even found myself opening my mouth a little to look slutty for him. Was I excited?

As if reading my mind he said "you're keen today. Starting to like your new job then boy?"

I decided he'd want me to say "yes sir" so that's what I did.

"Got to remember you're here to serve, not to have fun. Get up, bend over the desk instead."

I did as I was told. I'd realised this would probably happen sooner or later. I wasn't looking forward to getting fucked but I'd come to terms with it and decided I could deal with it. I'd even practiced fingering myself in the hope it'd be less painful.

He pulled my briefs down to my knees. Instead of feeling his cock against me I felt his hand come down on my ass hard and I cried out as much in surprise as pain. "Stay still and take it boy." He continued hitting me and I could tell he was enjoying himself. After a few hits he took out his phone and took pictures of the red handprints on my ass. I found I was crying again at the humiliation of being spanked like a naughty child by this pervert. I consoled myself with the thought that at least he wasn't taking pictures with my face in. I could deal with this as well.

When he'd had enough of that he pushed me down flat on the desk and I heard him fumbling with his belt and zip. He put his hand to my mouth and said "get my fingers wet boy." I realised it was in my interests to get them as wet as I could and did this enthusiastically. "That's it, I can tell you've been looking forward to this."

I felt the wet tip of his cock press against my ass hole. Despite my attempts at preparation I still knew it was going to hurt.

"Spread your cheeks for me boy" he instructed and I did as I was told. I felt the humiliation of my position again - bent over my boss's desk, my briefs pulled down, spreading my handprint-covered ass ready to be fucked. He started trying to push into my tight hole, gently at first but quickly becoming more forceful. Fuck, it hurt far more than I expected and I cried out.

"You can take it. Remember this is your job and you're getting paid."

I tried not to whine too much as he forced his way into me but it hurt so much. I was glad there was no one around to hear this as I couldn't help being pretty loud. He put his hand over my mouth and forced his way in deeper. It was excruciatingly painful but I realised he was all the way in. It must get easier now. Then after a minute he started thrusting in and out of me and I realised it wasnt going to get easier yet. "You're really tight, feels good. You'll have to get used to it Ryan."

As he kept plowing me I tried to dissociate and think about something else, but it was easier said than done. I thought about my girlfriend and parents and what they'd think of me if they knew this was the "work" I was doing now instead of qualifying as a pharmacist. I cried as he fucked me, thinking how stupid I was for getting myself into this situation.

I heard his breathing getting laboured and knew he was close. I didn't know whether to try to encourage it to get it over with or to protest, but I realised he'd do what he wanted anyway. So I stayed how I was, letting him use me like a passive sex toy. Eventually with a growl he came deep inside my ass. He rested a minute then said "now you can get on your knees." I did as I was told and started sucking his dick clean without waiting for the instruction. "That's a good boy." I hadn't prepared for this and it was disgusting. He looked pleased with how diligently I was approaching my duties though and I briefly felt something like pride at this thought.

When he was satisfied I'd cleaned him up well enough, he caressed my face, winked at me and said "alright, we're done for the day. Get dressed and go home. See you in the morning" and that was it, I was dismissed. I felt his cum dripping from my torn up ass hole as I made my way home to my family.

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

He started the evening of by forcing down a vodka seltzer and a weed gummy down my throat. Then he started the fun like an intense kink session. Giving me commands, slapping me across the face, and shoving his cock in my mouth.

We had talked in advance about how we would start. I don't particularly like the idea of role playing since then I'd be acting out the part of being raped, rather than the experience being as real as possible. We decided that we'd just play so rough that he'd push past my limits, and not in any way that was sexy or rewarding. The idea was that I'd find myself in a situation I didn't want anymore and that I couldn't do anything to stop it.

We had been playing rough for a better part of an hour when I came. Honestly I was enjoying the aggressive sex on it's own so I finished while he was fucking my hole. That being said, I was the only one who has finished. I don't know if this is a common experience or not but after ejaculation nothing feels good in my ass anymore. Infact even pencil dicks are uncomfortable, this guy wasn't working with a pencil dick.

I stayed on the bed while he continued to pound me for a grueling two minutes, when I made the decision to get up. Somewhat expectedly he pushed me back down. I knew that we agreed to CNC, but I was done with waiting for him to finish while I was supposed to ragdoll on the bed. It was getting kind of boring, so I told him as much and got up again. This time he shoved me on my stomach and restrained my arms.

In that moment the tone of the play changed. My ass was already swollen and every time he thrust into me was a painful reminder that he wasn't using lube. With my arms spread out and pinned down on either side of me there was no leverage I could use to get him off me.

Just as a note to the reader, from this moment onward I needed this to stop. The only thought passing through my mind was how I (a twenty one year old at the time) was pinned down by a man I met online. I had no idea how old he was, I didn't know his name, and he wasn't listening to me. No matter how many times I told him to stop, the most response I received from him was a slap against the head or my face being shoved into the mattress.

There's not much else to say about this part. He fucked me until he was finished, then got up left the bedroom. I didn't get up right away, kind of like when you get stunned after crashing on your bike or how you stay crouched after bumping your head on a low ceiling. I knew I had to leave before he got back. I didn't think he'd want anymore sex, but I still didn't want to see him again if I didn't have to. I took a deep breath before I got up.

He walked back in the room as I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Still naked I heard him tell the guy behind him "just do whatever you want, I'll hold him down." The host was back in his underwear while I was still naked, and the guest behind him took off his belt.

The host wasted no time getting me in position. I was face down on the bed with my hips just past the ledge of the bed, and my feet were on the floor trying to get strength to release me. The host sat on my back with his full weight and I struggled to breath as I felt another cock enter my ass.

This time my legs had a bit of room to move so I started to flail them behind me if only to catch a break. "I thought you said you'd break him in?" Was all it took from the guest for hands to wrap around my neck. Already having the host sitting on top of me, it didn't take much for my vision to blur and I gave up my futile attempt to keep the guest away.

Different dicks tend to hurt in different ways. If you don't stretch a thick dick can effect the way you sit down for a week and if you don't find a position that works, a curved dick can press on the worst spot over and over again. This guy was the latter. This guy's dick hurt like hell, and he used it in the worst way possible. With an incredible amount of energy, this guy started to jack rabbit me, only taking a few small breaks to shove in deeper.

The host got up off of my back to let the guest restrain me himself. The guest was skinnier as displayed by the hands holding my arms down. I considered struggling again before the host gave one more warning around my neck, then he left the room.

He came back with a new guest. This time I didn't fight as the new cock entered my mouth. "Suck it" words that I had to take as a command left his mouth. I got to work, scared of what these three men might do to me if I resisted again. "Can you squeeze it's throat? I like the way his hole tightens right before he loses his strength." I mean to react but I'm too slow. The new guest grabs my neck and pulls me into his crotch, shoving his dick down the back of my throat before squeezing me like he was trying to jerk off with a loose fleshlight.

Jack rabbit took the opportunity to slow down and get a few last thrusts in. He left my hole and walked to get his clothes and leave. I suddenly had a break, both from my ass and my mouth as the guy I had been sucking started shifting backwards.

He grabbed my arms and pulled me completely on the bed. Before I knew it he was on top of me, straddling my thighs on his knees. *Smack "Ass up". I did as I was told and felt his dick resting between my cheeks. "Do you want my cock?" A simple question that we both knew the answer to.

"No" it came out as a whimper

I didn't know what kind of play he was trying to do, but he started spanking the shit out of me. He didn't say a word and he didn't stop.

"Stop stop stop stop" I couldn't get the words out fast enough. I knew I was only getting myself into more trouble but I made a move to flatten myself against the bed again to escape his hand.

*Smack "get up" it felt like he had hit me with a red hot iron. I obeyed his order out of fear. "Beg for it"

"Please give me your cock" I wasted no time getting the words out.

"I'm glad that you're so eager. I've been a dom for a while now and consent is my number one policy" He mocked me as his saliva smeared dick entered me.

I always thought that the longer you get fucked in a session, the looser you'd be and therefore less painful. Now I know that the opposite is true. He grabbed me by the forearms and ploughed a hole that felt like it was burning.

"Get on your back and spread your legs." I jumped at the mere sound of his voice. "Show me your pussy"

Not wanting to get hurt I did as I was told. His face broke out into a from when I looked at him. "Good boy" the words made me feel awful, so I cast my gaze away from him as he entered me again. "Aww, it's embarrassed," he started thrusting in and out.

"When I saw your pictures I thought you'd be a lot bigger, but you can't be more than and inch long," he grabbed onto my penis and balls like he was about to pull a plug out of the wall. "You know, if you don't show me how big your cock can get I'll be worried I'm not doing a good job as a dom."

He leaned over my body "Kiss me". I moved my head forward and shakily pressed my lips against his. "Come on" was the only warning I got before his grip tightened around my balls. I grabbed onto his back to pull my face back to his as quickly as possible.

As I kissed him, I got hard in his hand. "faggot" he said before returning to my mouth. He started stroking me as he picked up the pace in my ass. I hated how I felt. I hated this guy who attacked me until I was in searing pain. I hated how this guy was about to make me cum in his hand. He must've felt the semen on his hand. He stopped kissing me and replaced his tongue with his now slippery fingers. "Good boy" he finally slowed down, breathing heavy. He finally left.

I woke up in the morning to the host fucking me again. I didn't move until he had finished and went to the bathroom, then I left.

The following is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18 years old.

As I waited outside the office I could hear my manager and the Head of Employee Relations talking but couldn't make out what they were saying.

I figured I was done this time. I was already on a final warning for losing my temper and swearing at an obnoxious patient, and this time I'd been caught for something much worse: helping myself to a couple of boxes of strong painkillers on my way out at the end of the day. It'd been a good sideline while it lasted, but not really encouraged behaviour in a hospital pharmacy technician. Evidently I'd taken so much it'd been noticed and they'd installed a new camera.

The door opened and I heard both of them laughing heartily before my manager shut the door and strolled down the corridor. "You can go in, Ryan" he said without looking back.

I opened the door and walked in. The Head of Employee Relations - what was his name? I couldn't remember from last time - was sat at his desk, reading a paper file I assumed must be mine. Without looking up he gestured to the seat opposite him. I watched him as he read. He was in his early forties I guessed. In pretty decent shape.

He'd finished reading. "Well Ryan, it doesn't look good this time does it?" I shook my head. "This is serious - stealing a controlled medication is gross misconduct and a criminal offence. Sad way to end up in your early twenties." No shit. He tapped at a memory stick as he said this, presumably the cctv recording.

"So what's next?" I asked, dejectedly.

He ignored my question for a while, looking down at the file as I sweated. It felt like minutes passed.

"Look, there might be a way I can get you a final chance. Keep your job and no criminal record."

That was unexpected. I'd been thinking I was definitely losing my job, maybe prison too - was there really a chance to avoid that?

"How?"

"I think I could get you transferred to my department. Not as a pharmacy tech obviously - clearly you're too much of a risk there. I need a new receptionist though and it'd be a way for you to redeem yourself. Would you be interested?"

"Of course! What would I have to do?"

"You'll need to prove you can be obedient and loyal. I'd be taking a risk, giving you this last chance."

The word "obedient" seemed a little off. I gave him a quizzical look.

"Don't be coy. If I'm bringing you into my department this way I expect you to do anything, any time. You need a job and a clean criminal record don't you?"

I didn't like where this was going but what choice did I have? I had a girlfriend and a baby at home. "Alright. That's fair. Thank you. What do I have to do?"

"That's great. Get on your knees and you can thank me properly."

I laughed. The very idea - HR sparing me from dismissal in exchange for a blowjob. It was straight out of porn.

"It's not a joke Ryan. This is the deal. Total obedience. On your knees."

My kind raced. I'd thought he meant having to work long hours, not this. Was it worth it? I did have rent to pay, that'd be difficult if I lost my job and impossible if I ended up in prison. It felt like my life would be ruined. Maybe sucking a guy's cock wasn't so bad?

"It's this or I call the police now."

Reluctantly I got down on my knees and looked down at the floor as he got up from the desk, locked his office door and stepped in front of me.

"Look up at me boy. Open your mouth."

I did as I was told as he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. It was bigger than mine, not massive like the ones you saw in porn, but I reckoned above average, and pretty thick.

"Suck."

I took the end of his cock in my mouth and began sucking. It tasted of salt and sweat.

"Eye contact boy. Keep sucking."

I looked up at him and the shame of being used this way started to feel too much. I started to tear up as I sucked, looking up at him. He seemed to enjoy my tears and smiled, caressing my face.

"That's good. You're a natural cocksucker aren't you? Lick my balls."

I did as I was told, slurping at his balls in a way I hoped felt good. I felt so humiliated, being made to look up into his eyes as I licked. Is this how my girlfriend felt when she did this for me? I felt pathetic.

Taking a handful of my hair and moved my head back and pushed his cock back into my mouth. He began to thrust into my throat and I started to gag and choke.

"It'll get easier with practice Ryan. I don't mind you choking. Just obey, do your best, keep your teeth out of the way."

Tears rolled down my face as I allowed him to fuck my mouth, doing my best to take it without gagging. This continued for what felt like hours. Eventually his breathing began to get heavier. Finally with a growl he came, holding my head down on his cock as he pumped his load straight down my throat.

"That's it boy, swallow it all. Suck my dick clean. Eye contact."

I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face, sucking the last of his cum from his cock. He smiled at me.

Finally he pulled out, zipped up and returned to his seat. He began writing on the file and spoke without looking at me.

"You did OK boy. I'll see what I can do about your job and the police. Clean yourself up and go home. Report back here at 9:30am tomorrow and I'll let you know whether we can make this work."

That was it? Not even a guarantee? I got up and tried to wipe the saliva and cum from my face as I left. Should I have put up more resistance?

I felt so ashamed and couldn't get rid of the taste of his cum as I made my way home.

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Chapter 01

I was at home, a single living dwelling on the forest's edge, watching TV when my phone received a public safety message.

It informed me that a dangerous convict had escaped from a local correctional facility and that I should stay vigilant, lock my doors, and call the hotline if I have any information that could be helpful. A link takes me to a police report with a mug shot.

Damon Ryder, 32, was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole on counts of third-degree murder, sexual assault, and kidnapping.

His face was rugged, chiseled. Ruffled sandy blond hair and eyes of blue. A thick mustache. A portion of a tattoo on his neck. His body wasn't visible, but it's not hard to imagine he had a well-built frame. But the thing about him that I noticed immediately was his smile. Not pronounced or showing teeth, but spanning his face like a wicked emotion he couldn't contain. There was a vileness to it. As far as I could tell, there was no trace of remorse. He would do it all again if he's given the chance.

A sudden shiver overtakes my body. I turn off the TV and the lights in the living room and head to take a nice hot shower.

I step out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, and sit to dry in front of the fireplace, contemplating its flames.

After some time, I stand up to check my phone, but it's not there. I don't remember moving it from the couch. I wander to the kitchen, but the light doesn't turn on. The dim rays of the moon allowed me to notice that the lightbulb was missing. Strange.

I approach the middle of the room when a force suddenly pulls my entire body away. My neck feels squeezed in an instant. I grasp for air, and my arms reach up, but something is firmly pressed around my neck. My head is in a headlock.

"You're gonna listen to me. Don't fucking move or try anything, I'll kill you," a voice declares near my ear.

I freeze but manage to utter a raspy "Yes." I'm straining, attempting to get any air, but no luck.

He chuckles. "Obedient bitch."

He releases the chokehold but immediately shoves me against a wall, my head smashing violently against it. He grabs my hands and tightly binds them together with adhesive tape behind my back.

"Walk," he orders as he pushes me into the living room, where I fall and lose my towel. He rolls me around with a kick and steps on my stomach.

For the first time, I can finally see him. The light of the fireplace illuminates his defined features. Apart from a light layer of stubbles, he looks exactly like his photo. He wears a gray uniform, worn and dirty. Tattoos covering his arms. And that smile.

"Would you look at that? I was only planning on lying low and stealing your car." He eyes my erect dick. "But it's almost like you're inviting me."

I didn't notice when I got aroused. "Please don't kill me."

"I wouldn't kill such a beautiful faggot like you," he says in a gentler voice as he reaches down his pants. He lets out a pleasing moan, "I'm gonna have so much fun with you." He eventually pulls out his cock, and it's a monster. Above average and extraordinarily thick. Soft.

I whimper and use my feet to crawl away, but he catches my legs and pulls me back toward him.

"You're not going anywhere," he says in a loud but composed tone as he pins me down and sits on top of me. I use my legs again to wiggle away, but that only provokes him to slap me so hard I could cry. I whimper, imploring him to let me go.

"I'm gonna teach you to respect me," he says as he caresses my jaw. "Let's start with that mouth."

Without warning, he shoves his cock all the way inside my mouth. I can feel it going down my throat. I can't breathe. I can smell intense musk; he probably hasn't showered in days.

He moans in satisfaction. "I better not feel any teeth, or you're gonna regret it." His dick is growing hard inside, expanding my throat.

Pinned down, arms restrained, and airway blocked, I can only do as he orders. He hasn't moved yet but is doing everything to prevent me from breathing, as far as pinching my nose. I feel myself about to lose consciousness again, the same way when he had me in a headlock.

At long last, he pulls out his cock. I inhale as if that was my first breath and cough. "That's right faggot! I decide when you get to breathe," he scolds me.

Without saying anything, he lifts me up like I don't weigh anything and drops me on the couch, legs up and head falling slightly off the edge. He's now towering above me, his dick and balls right on top of my face.

"You thought I was done? I was only testing how deep I could go."

Threatening to slap again, I quickly open wide. With forceful energy, he pushes in. He starts thrusting back and forth but sometimes stays inside longer. He doesn't pause, so I have no choice but to catch my breath in short gaps when he's pulling up. He's battering the back of my throat repeatedly, and it hurts. My body squirms in response, trying to get away, but he reminds me he's in control and presses my abdomen down hard with his herculean arms to keep me in place.

I can hear him laughing and moaning. With each passing minute, the less air my lungs get and the more my consciousness drifts.

He notices it and finally stops. "Good boy," he speaks in a gentle voice.

After a pause that felt too short, he begins again. And again. And again. I don't know how much time has passed. Too focused on catching my breath. My throat is in pain. I can only assume he got enough when he stopped for the last time.

"But we're not done yet. I never baptize a bitch through his mouth."

My mind is too foggy to react, and before I realize it, I'm now lying on my back on the couch, and I see him get in place and kneel, my legs straddling his shoulders.

He had taken off his uniform. His chest is prominent, and his abs look like they're made of steel. Slightly hairy all the way down to his crotch. Multiple tattoos wrap around the curves of his muscular frame.

He spreads my legs to inspect my ass. He bites his bottom lip. "This is my favorite part," he says as he looks at me right in the eyes. The next moment, he spits, and I feel his warm saliva trickling down on my hole. His hands are moving aggressively towards my hips, holding me in place, and immediately tries to shove his giant cock inside me. It takes a few tries to finally enter.

I scream in pain. He pushes on. It feels like my insides are tearing apart.

"Fuck yeah, that's a tight hole!" he exclaims and slowly moves.

I can't move. I scream louder and beg him to stop. "Please... it's too... big I can't..."

He pulls out, but only for a brief second as he shoves his cock back in, and he continuously repeats the process. It hurts every time he passes the threshold, and he knows it. There is a glee in his eyes.

My ass feels like it's burning. The violent force of his thrusts claps my cheeks, probably rendering them red. His monster cock is like a drill digging and stretching a tunnel that is too small.

This goes on for an eternity. The rhythm of his movements is never predictable, so I can't expect it or brace myself. "You're such a good fucking faggot!" he says under his breath.

After some time, his moans get louder; he's probably close.

I don't even have the energy to move or beg anymore.

He finally releases his grip on my hips. But instead, his rugged hands grab ahold of my neck, choking me.

He fucks me faster as I struggle to breathe. My senses are all the more heightened. Between my neck being squeezed and my ass being pounded mercilessly, visions of my life play in my mind. This is the moment I remember another detail I read in his criminal file. He's killed a guy by strangling him. Strangulation. I guess this is it. I am gonna die. And what I'm gonna remember last is his face, euphoric from inflicting pain.

But the grip loosens, and I breathe again. Damon moans in complete jubilance. He's screaming as he unleashes his load deep inside me. I feel fully flooded and leaking out when he pulls out.

His body falls on top of me. "That was a good fucking hole."

I lay under him, still processing everything. The warmth emanating from the fireplace has us both drenched in sweat.

After a long while, he unties my hands. The wrists have become slightly red. His fingers caress my bruised neck. "Let's get washed up," he says.

He hoists me up on my feet and guides me into the shower. I struggle to walk and stand. Even now, he's still in control. He does the washing and the rinsing. But it's strange. He's no longer coarse or cruel toward me. He's surprisingly tender.

We get out. He finds some of my clothes to put on, but they're too tight for a man his size. I am in a bathrobe; he had warned, "I don't want you to be wearing anything that'll take longer than 2 sec to take off."

He mumbles something about being hungry and heads to the kitchen. After briefly fumbling in the dark, inserting the light bulb he had taken off back in its socket, he turns the light on.

I'm still in the living room, standing alone and confused. Unsure whether I should play along. Damon seems in a good mood now and hasn't threatened or tied me up yet. I can finally touch and feel my own body. I rub the painful parts. The bruises on my neck are probably going to stay for a while.

There were suddenly bright flashes of red and blue rotating lights. My instincts made me run to the door, a scarf to my neck, and I welcomed the officers. He couldn't grab me hostage if they barged in. I heard him run to hide in my bedroom.

"Good evening, sir. Sorry to bother you at this hour. Are you aware a prisoner has escaped from a nearby correctional facility?" asks one of the officers.

"I am. I received a notification about it a few hours ago. What brings you here?" I ask.

"This stretch of land is along one of the potential paths he could've taken, so we're patrolling around. Have you seen or noticed anything unusual?"

"Can't say I have. It's pretty quiet here; one of the reasons I bought this house."

"Do you mind if we inspect the premises and locks to check for safety?" requests the other officer.

"Not at all." I show them around the property and all the doors that lead into my house.

"Looks like everything is in order, and no sign of break-ins," an officer informs me. Of course, there aren't. I had made sure all the doors were unlocked. "You have a good night then, sir." And the police car drives off into the distance.

I walk back into my house into the living room and immediately find myself grabbed by Damon the same way he did earlier.

"Why didn't you tell them anything?"

He isn't holding me as tightly as before, allowing me to speak freely, but I don't.

He pushes me right up against a wall and plants his hand over my aching neck, his arm extended and his body at a safe distance.

"Do you think..." he pauses.

"You sick faggot, do you think you can use me?"

He laughs, and his head approaches mine. He whispers to my ear: "Oh, but I'm using you. Your body and worthless existence are all mine now, and I'll make you regret not turning me in."

This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18

My whole body slumped against the pole in relief as I heard his voice. I could feel the cum leaking from my ass as Tyler replied.

“Just breaking in the new guy boss.” He said with an evil grin.

“Without the rest of the guys? That’s just selfish” mark replied.

I felt my whole body tense and I turned my face to see the same evil grin plastered across Marks face.

“Bring them on in! It’s been a stressful day after all and Brian has just finished. But I get his special boy pussy at the end.” Tyler replied.

“Line up boys! We got a special treat for the new kid today” Mark yelled over his shoulder as I watched his face in horror.

In the distance I heard the sounds of the 12 other mechanics dropping the wrenches and heading towards the bathroom. Mark started to unzip his pants and pulled out his semi hard cock as he shuffled forward, ready to take my ass. Two strong hands gripped my face and turned it face forward so that my lips were inches from Tyler’s dirty cock. I pressed my lips and shook my head, refusing to put his cock in my mouth. He slapped me hard in response and I heard a faint ringing in my ear as Mark penetrated my cum filled ass. I screamed at the pain and Tyler took advantage of my open mouth, shoving his cock all the way down. He held it there so that my moans of pain vibrated around his cock and tears started to stream out of my eyes.

He took it out for a second, letting me gasp for breath before slamming it back in. Both men were pumping their cocks inside me, neither of them caring about the pain that I was in as long as they got their pleasure. I could hear the other men now, lined up at the door and murmuring excitedly as they watched Mark destroy my already ruined ass. I could feel the panic grip my chest at the many cocks that I still had left to take but I knew that I had no other option. Who knows what they would do to me if I didn’t comply. I heard Mark groan and felt his hot thick load fill my ass even more. He withdrew quickly and I winced at the sudden emptiness.

Tyler’s cock was still in my mouth, his pre-cum dripping down my throat as he slowly pumped in and out. I could tell that he was biding his time, not wanting any of the other guys to claim my mouth. I felt another huge cock push into my ass and groaned as I felt the cum that was inside me leak down onto my boy pussy. They mistook my groan for pleasure and I felt rough dirty hands gripping into my thighs as they fucked me without mercy. Even my jaw was starting to hurt as I had to keep holding it open for Tyler’s cock.

One by one they all took turns fucking me and then filling me with their cum. It got so bad that my ass seemed almost numb to the pain, unable to feel anything as load after load entered me. Some of them would comment about how I looked like a mess and some would complain about only being able to use my ass while Tyler hogged the rest. He would growl at all of them and demand that he claimed it first. I wasn’t sure what power Tyler seemed to hold over them but none of them pushed him on the subject.

When the last mechanic unloaded into my ass I could barely keep my eyes open from the exhaustion. They all gathered around the small bench that was in front of the lockers as Tyler broke the zip ties on my wrist. My sore arms were almost stuck in place and it took everything in me to be able to move them. Tyler seemed to get that I was past the point of moving on my own and practically carried me over to the bench where he laid me on my back. They all closed in on the bench and I knew what was coming next.