Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2007 23:50:05 -0400
From: masterthsnow@aol.com
Subject: Anthony's Desire, Part 1
Anthony' Desire
- 1 -
All the usual disclaimers apply, if you are under the
age of consent in your state or country, if you find it
offensive, etc. etc. This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance to anyone living or dead or to any other
situation is purely coincidental. Enjoy.
The Making of a Boy
(An original story by Master Thundering Snow, written for a
very special friend:
Anthony. I hope you enjoy.)
Anthony glanced over his shoulder. He wasn't one to be
skittish, but that guy at the bar had set his nerves on
edge. Standing just over six feet tall, guys usually didn't
get to him. They would look at his size and figure he was a
"bad-assed redneck." But this guy was different. He hadn't
said a word, just sat there and stared.
Anthony had noticed the guy almost at once when he
entered the bar, noticing his good looks and leather gear,
made his dick twitch in his pants. He had fetishes and
leather was one of them. The guy looked to be about 40,
shaved head, black mustache and goat-tee. His dick twitched
again, this time starting to get semi hard. Good thing he
had worn loose fitting jeans, he thought to himself smiling.
The guy just looked at him, and Anthony felt that he
had been weighed, measured, and that no part of him was left
unknown. He hated that feeling. He tended to avoid guys
like that. He looked away and headed for the bar, ordering a
Bud Light, and heading for a corner so he could sit and
enjoy watching the crowd tonight. He wanted a hook-up, but
wasn't sure how to go about it. He felt comfortable in the
leather bar, and even though he was tall and good looking,
he felt inadequate and shy.
Several of the leather daddies knew him by name, and
took turns chatting him up. They were all good looking, but
he just didn't feel like it tonight. He finished his beer,
got up and walked out. He couldn't help but look at the guy
sitting there, still staring at him.
Out on the street, he started walking back toward his
apartment. As he passed under the streetlights he felt
exposed and vulnerable. Anthony couldn't help but keep
glancing over his shoulder. He knew he was being followed,
but could see no one. He turned down a street that led
away from his place, thinking he would play hell leading
someone back to where he lived. A little bit further down
the street another turn, then another, finally getting him
back on his street. He couldn't shake the feeling. He knew
he wasn't alone.
When he reached his apartment building, Anthony saw his
downstairs neighbor was still awake. The lights shining
through the curtains were a beacon of safety, an oasis of
sanity. Damn, he thought, I must be fucking crazy. He
started up the stairs when his neighbors door opened.
Anthony was in lust for this guy. John was almost
everything Anthony wanted in a lover. He was 39, strong and
muscular, short black hair, goat-tee, 6'3", hairy in all the
right places, and loved wearing Carhartts. The only problem
Anthony could see was that John was straight. Of course
that wouldn't be a problem for Anthony, all he wanted was to
be dominated by him: suck his dick, take his dick in his
ass.
"Dude, you ok? You looked freaked out," John asked, a
hint of concern reflected in his voice.
"Yeah, I think so, man. But I think some guy has been
following me. Maybe I'm just being a pussy," Anthony
answered, trying to laugh.
John glanced around, and Anthony saw an unusual gleam
in his eye. "Come on into my place for a bit, have a beer,
and chill," John offered.
"Are you sure, man? I don't mean to be a bother."
"Get in here, now," Anthony couldn't resist a man that
took control. He came back down off the stairs and headed
into John's apartment. "Grab us a couple of beers from the
fridge, I'll be in in a sec," John's tone had gone back to
normal. He did as he was told, and when he came out of the
small kitchen holding two beers he saw John, still in his
carhartt work pants and the leather guy that had been
staring him down in the bar.
"What's going on, John?" Anthony asked in a whimper.
"Get your ass over here with those beers, boy," John
ordered.
He walked over and handed them the beers, unable to
take his eyes off of the man in leather.
"Why'd you follow me?"
"Maybe I wanted some of that boy pussy you got," the
man replied.
"Maybe with that attitude you won't get it!" Anthony
tried to sound strong.
John grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pulled
him down to his knees in front of them, "Boy, you need to
learn to respect your elders. If we want something from
you, you will give it to us. Isn't that right boy?"
Anthony hesitated, his mind trying to wrap itself
around this twist of events.
"I said isn't that right boy?" John said as he cuffed
his ear.
"Y-y-yes, Sir." He stammered.
"Good, now get out of those fucking clothes, you little
bitch," Leather man ordered.
Anthony went to stand to undress, but they forced him
to stay on his knees. It was hard, but he was able to get
undressed. As scared and nervous as he was, his dick had
other ideas. As he pulled his boxer briefs down, his dick
bounced, harder than he could ever remember it being. So
hard it hurt.
"Ah, look at our pussy boy. He likes this, don't you
pussy boy?" John asked.
Anthony nodded and said, "Yes Sir!" his eyes frozen on
the growing bulges in the two men's pants.
"Good, because I've got another friend coming over and
I want to make sure this little bitch will take care of us
all. You want to take care of us don't you boy. Suck our
dicks, swallow our loads, take us deep in that boy pussy of
yours. Hell, I bet you'll even drink right from the tap,
won't you boy?" John asked as he grabbed a fist full of
Anthony's hair and pulled his head back to look up at him.
Anthony melted. He knew there was no way to get away
from both of them, let alone if another showed up, he stole
a glance to the door and realized that John had left it
open. Anyone going by could see his humiliation. He didn't
care.
"Yes Sir," was all he could say; it was all he wanted
to say.
Anthony knelt there, naked, cock hard as the men drank
the beers he had brought in. He watched them as they
ignored his presence. Occasionally he would steal a glance
toward the open the door. He really didn't want anyone
seeing him like this. He felt scared, humiliated, and
dirty; but at the same time he was more turned on than he
had ever been. His cock was drooling precum so much he
thought his balls should already be dry, but it kept leaking
out. His first time ever having sex couldn't compare to
this moment.
John and his friend had finished their beers and handed
him the bottles. He walked them back to the trash can in
the kitchen, still on his knees, and fetched two more for
them. As he entered the living room, he saw two more men
walk in the front door. Anthony didn't know these men, but
his dick wanted too. They were dressed in full firefighters
outfits, including the hats, boots, and gloves. The living
room now contained everything that He had ever jacked off
thinking about, all of his fetishes in one place, and all of
them eager to use his body for their pleasure. His uncut
cock twitched as he groaned and a load of cum flew from it's
head.
"What the..Look at that fella's. This little bitch
just shot a fucking load all over my fucking carpet!" John
yelled.
"Get down there and start licking it up, you fucking
little whore," the leather daddy ordered. Anthony still
had heard his name or the names of the two men in
firefighter's outfits. He handed them the beer's and bent
over, sticking his tongue out and lapping up his own load.
He had tasted and eaten his own cum many times, but
never off the floor. The sweet, salty flavor lingered in
his mouth, making his dick begin to stiffen again. When he
had gotten all of it he could, he straightened back up. All
of the men had taken off their pants. He choked as he saw
their huge cocks. It didn't look like any of them were
under nine inches, and all of them were thick.
He continued to serve them beer. Hell, he thought, if
all they wanted was for me to be their fucking maid, all
they had to do was ask. But his thoughts as well as his
eyes kept returning to those huge, hard, throbbing cocks.
"Get over here, bitch," John ordered.
Anthony crawled over to kneel in front of him; looking
up at him as a puppy might look up at it's master waiting
for a treat.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. Anthony did so and took
the head of the huge cock in his mouth. He started to suck
on it, but stopped when John slapped him on the cheek,
causing his eyes to water.
"I didn't tell you to suck it. Now don't waste a drop
or the four of us will beat the living shit out of you.
Understand?" Anthony nodded.
His mouth was flooded with hot piss. This was
something he had never done before. He had thought about
it, but none of his boyfriends in the past had ever wanted
to try it. He had no choice but to swallow or drown in it.
He swallowed. And he swallowed. The taste wasn't as he had
feared, slightly pungent, salty, but not disgusting. A
couple of times he thought he would gag, but only because of
how much John was pissing.
Finally he felt the last spurt of piss. His stomach
felt full, and he realized it had been some time since he
had last pissed. "Sir, may I go to the bathroom and piss?"
Anthony asked.
John bitch slapped him across the cheek. Tears welled
up, he couldn't help it.
"You will not speak unless you are spoken to. You will
do as you are told. I didn't tell you you could go to the
bathroom. Hey Bryce, your turn." Bryce turned out to be
the leather daddy.
Bryce walked over to stand in front of Anthony. He
looked down at him, and an evil grin touched his face.
Anthony knew this man would hurt him, just as soon as look
at him. He opened his mouth knowing what to expect.
Bryce placed the head of his cock in his mouth and
started pissing. Again Anthony felt as if he were going to
drown. The taste was similar to John's but still slightly
different. As he swallowed the hot piss his mind slowly
started slipping gears. He no longer was his own person, he
only wanted to please these strong and dominate men that had
not only took him, but were making him what they wanted, and
more importantly, what he had always wanted to be: a boy for
a strong Dad.
Bryce finished and was replaced by Jake, one of the
firefighters. His cock looked to be as thick as it was
long. "Hurry up, I need to piss bad," he hissed as Anthony
opened his mouth wide and took the huge mushroom shaped head
in. As the flow started Anthony realized that his stomach
was getting full, and that if he didn't relieve his bladder
soon, he would be in serious pain and trouble. Jake's piss
stream finally ended, and was replaced by the other man,
whose name He still hadn't caught.
"Alright boy, go get a bowl from the kitchen. You can
piss in that and then we will watch you drink from the
bowl," John told him with a sneer.
As he bent over the bowl and started to lap up his
piss, John moved around behind him, knelt down and started
pushing his huge cock up Anthony's ass.
"You can take it you little whore," John ordered as he
reached for the vegetable oil on the counter. "I know
you've had guys in that tight ass of yours. I've heard the
sessions you have up there in your apartment. Take this man
sized cock." He pushed hard, burying his nine and a half
inch dick in his ass. Anthony let out a yelp, and was
smacked.
"You were told to keep drinking," Jake reminded him.
"Now drink, so you can get to sucking on this dick of mine."
"This boy's got a tight fucking ass," John groaned as
he long dicked Anthony's ass. "Damn it all, if his ass
isn't sucking and working my dick like a starving man."
"Well his mouth aint bad either. Look at this
cocksucker, he's worked the whole fucking ten inches down
that throat, and he stills wants more." Jake smiled as he
continued to face fuck the boy. Anthony gagged a few times,
especially when he was trying to catch his breath and Jake
forced that huge cock down his throat; but secretly he was
in heaven. He worked his ass and throat to give these men
the best ride of their lives.
It didn't take John long before his grunts and moans
grew louder. Anthony could feel the cock in his ass
swelling, and knew that he was going to get a huge load of
jizz up his ass.
"Yeah, little bitch, I'm gonna flood that ass with cum.
Yeah, boy, take my cock," John kept repeating.
Jake rammed his cock down his throat again, and held
his head in place as he unloaded down Anthony's throat.
Gagging and sputtering, he swallowed, he had no choice but
to swallow. His throat kept working on Jake's cock trying
to milk more cum out of his fuck tube.
"Yeah, little fucker, you're a damn good cocksucker.
Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Jake asked, as he continued
to feed his cock to Anthony.
"Here it comes, boy," John cried, as he painted the
inside of Anthony's ass. He continued to ram his cock deep
up the boy's ass, causing Anthony to gasp and groan. "Yeah,
take that cock, boy. I know you've wanted this daddy dick
up that sweet hole of yours."
Anthony whimpered as John pulled his cock out of his
ass, and Jake's cock slipped from his throat. Looking up at
them, he felt only complete submission. "Please sir, give
me more!" Anthony growled.
"Don't worry boy, we've got plenty more for you, "John
chuckled.
"Move out of the way guys. It's our turn to enjoy this
boys' holes." Bryce said as he came over and shoved his
cock up Anthony's ass.
Anthony let out a scream as the man's huge cock was
forced up his ass with no lube. "Ah, no!" Anthony screamed
"Shut up, boy, you can take it." Bryce growled.
Before Anthony had a chance to protest, the other man ,
still wearing the heavy firefighter's jacket moved in front
of him, grabbed his hair, and forced his dick down his
throat. Anthony actually welcomed the cock into his mouth
and began working it like a starving man. Focusing on the
cock in his throat helped to take the focus off the sharp
pain in his ass.
"Damn, this boy can suck!" the man whistled.
"Yeah? Well, this ass isn't too bad either."
Anthony got a look at John and Jake, standing there
stroking their cocks back to an erection. Soon the pain in
his ass subsided and pleasure began to fill him. His animal
hunger for cock and his lust to be dominated took over, and
he began growling and groaning like a starving animal.
"Fuck, John, you got a wildcat here!" the fireman
fucking his face moaned.
"Yeah, I think so too. We should have done this a long
time ago." John replied, his cock again rock hard. "Move
that little bitch in here so we can really start tearing
that ass up."
The two men didn't pull out of him. Together they
picked him up and walked him into the living room. Anthony
noticed that the front door was still standing open. He
didn't give a fuck any more. His world was the cocks that
were in him, and the cocks that would be in him. They set
him down on the floor. Bryce pulled out, and lay on his
back. Anthony knew to straddle him and lower himself on the
massive pole. Bryce pulled him down to him, and the fireman
took up his position again in front of Anthony, feeding him
his cock.
Anthony screamed and tears actually ran down his cheeks
as his ass turned into a burning fire.
"What's the matter boy, can't handle two man sized
cocks in that little twat of your?" John hissed in his ear.
Whimpering, Anthony tried to move off of Bryce and away
from the pain. But they weren't having it. They held him
in place and it felt like his ass was being torn open. John
shoved his cock deep until he was buried to his pubes. Both
of the men gave his ass a chance to adjust. His mind so
focused on the pain, he thought he would pass out. Just
then Jake moved into view holding a small bottle. He held
it under Anthony's nose and told him to breath deep. He
did.
Almost at once his head felt lighter, his ass didn't
hurt, and he felt as if he was floating. He began to suck
on the huge cock in his throat, and could feel the two cocks
in his ass begin to fuck him. Lust again took over. He
began to fuck himself onto the cocks, growling and groaning.
Who gave a fuck if the door was open, or the neighbors were
watching. Maybe they'd come and use his ass too.
The cock in his throat began to swell and he knew
another sweet load of cum was going to flood his mouth. He
couldn't wait, he again started to milk it, swallowing as
the man let out a gasp and unloaded in his throat. He
pulled out and staggered back, sitting on the couch.
"This is about the hottest scene I've seen in a long
time guys." He panted.
"Fuck yeah," Jake agreed. "Too bad we can't get three
cocks in that ass; that would be fucking hot."
The two men continued to fuck him. Anthony reached out
for Jake's cock.
"What? Do you want this, boy?" Jake teased moving
just out of reach. "Beg for it."
"Please, let-me-have-your-cock," Anthony begged as his
ass was assaulted. Jake moved to stand in front of him and
fed his cock down his throat.
Anthony groaned as it slid down his throat and the
pubic hair tickled his nose. He knew deep down that this
was what he was meant to be: a boy for his daddy, a bitch
for his man, a whore for his master. He wanted nothing else
but to please these men that were taking advantage if his
body and forcing him to degrade himself for their pleasure.
"I can't hold off much longer," John said as he thrust
deep into the boy's ass.
"Me either," Bryce howled. "Here it comes boy. Deep
up that sweet hole of yours." With a groan and a final
thrust, Anthony could feel the cocks in his ass swell and
shoot. Hot spurt after hot spurt filling his bunghole. The
men jerking and thrusting as they unloaded and rode their
orgasm. Just then his mouth was flooded with another load
of man juice from Jake.
After the waves of their orgasm ended, the three men
separated themselves from him, and left him laying on the
floor.
"Damn, John, this has been one of the best fucks I've
had in a long time," he heard one of them saying. He laid
there eyes closed, his ass throbbing from the abuse, and his
throat raw from the fucking.
"Yeah, man, you need to do this more often." Another
chuckled.
"I plan on it. But I think we'll need to find us
another boy. I'm pretty sure this one's about used up," he
laughed. "But we might be able to use him to lure us in
another boy. What do you fella's think?"
As Anthony drifted out of consciousness he heard them
laughing.
Will Anthony allow himself to be used to bring more
boys to these sadistic, but hot men? How far will he go to
please his new daddies? How far will he go to make sure he
gets their cocks once again in his ass, and down his throat?
How far?