Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2013 01:19:22 -0600
From: Jay Dee <juliet.delta88 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Home Part 7

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Home – Part 7

Growing up, I had dreams about my first kiss. I knew early in life that I
wasn't interested in girls. So I'd dream about guys. As a child, I wanted
to kiss them on the cheek. Then my dreams advanced to include kissing boys
on the mouth, soft pecks of puckered lips ending with a quick smacking
sound at the end. At 13, I wanted something messy – wet, open mouth
kisses. As I got older, my dreams of kissing only became more
elaborate. I'd imagine the smelly breath against mine, running my hands
over bony shoulders and embracing a slim, warm body next to
mine. Eventually, my dreams evolved to include coarse beard stubble
scratching my face and my neck. And this time we are shirtless, giving me a
chance to relish the sensation of my nipples grazing against his, my smooth
lean stomach against his.

I am not that guy. I don't get those moments.

***

Cockslave training i have a true cockslave. a beautiful twink who can't get
enough of my 12 incher. looking for other tops to help train him. smooth
lean with a sweet pussy that can't get enough. i'll blindfold her, you come
into the room and find him naked, pussy up, fill her up and leave. rougher
the better. strictly tops only. looks don't matter, she won't ever see you
anyway. just be hard and ready. message for address.

***

"FUCK, your tight pussy feels fucking sweet with all that hot cum up
there." It's a masculine whisper, sharp and spitting into the side of my
face. I can feel thick, coarse hair on my neck, cheek and ear. This guy has
a bushy beard. He just slid his cock into my asshole. He's the third man to
fuck me since I've been blindfolded and leashed to this bed this
evening. And although it's been less than a minute, I can feel his body is
soaked in sweat as he leans to whisper into my ear. His thick chest and
stomach hair is drenched against my lean back. With two loads of cock juice
inside my ass already, the hairy man didn't even need lube. He just slid
right inside. I strain to arch my back just a little more, hoping to
swallow more cock into me.

I've been tethered to this bed for about 30 minutes, it seems. There is a
putrid, stained and stiff cum rag of a t-shirt tied around the top of my
head, just over the nose. I am completely naked, except for the leather
collar around my neck and attached to the leash, and bent over on all
fours. Men have been coming in and fucking my ass. The entire time, I am
sucking the massive cock of the fat bald man, almost nonstop. I've only
taken my mouth off of His cock a couple of times to let out moans of pain
and excitement from the nonstop assfucking.

The first man jerked my hard dick and ate out my asshole for a few minutes
before the fat man ordered him to fuck me or leave. He lubed up and pushed
into my butt his thin but long dick. It hurt with a piercing pressure that
was nothing like when the fat man stretches my hole to its limit. He pushed
into me with a soft, unfulfilling rhythm. I timed his thrusts and push back
my butt at the right moments to intensify the fuck.

"Fuck'im," the fat man said. His words were harsh, enunciating sharply the
consonant. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my face into his fat
belly, His cock stretching into my throat and held me there. "Fuck her
pussy."

I gagged hard, a genuine choke that convulsed my entire body right through
my asshole. The man fucking me let out an extra moan and finally picked up
his fuck rhythm on his own.

There was a knock at the door. My heart, which was already raging a ragged
beat sped up even more. I've never fainted before, but I felt like I came
close at this point. There was too much going on, too many sensations and
this added adrenaline almost pushed me over the edge.

"Come in," the fat man yelled, making his cock jump in my mouth. I didn't
hear the door open, but I did hear it shut. "Holy shit," the new voice was
soft, just above a whisper.

"Hey, have a seat, this guy is almost finished," the fat man said. "Right
guy?"

As if on cue, the man fucking me leaned over, he was still wearing a shirt,
I could feel the fabric and row of buttons on my back. I felt warm, deep
breaths on my neck. "You're such a sweet ... young thing," he whispered in
my ear before wrapping his arms around my chest. He squeezed me so hard, I
temporarily lost my breath. Then all I heard was his desperate grunting and
his skin slapping against my butt cheeks. He squeezed harder and his dick
thrusts became more firm. I moaned a deep, guttural sound that was almost
stifled by the mouthful of cock. Then it came, first his deep exhale,
blowing his bad breath over my face and a final push of his cock into my
ass that shot the hot razor of cum into my body. He stayed there, as deep
inside of me as possible, and I pushed out my pussy as much as I could
feeling his cock convulse and pump.

"That's a sweet hole," the man said, his voice now full and nonchalant. He
pulled out and I immediately hear the clanging of his belt then the door
shutting. I feel incomplete, almost inhuman, empty and lonely. My asshole
is cold, gaping and unprotected. For a few seconds, the only sound in the
room is my mouth slurping on the fat man's cock. Then I heard the
unmistakable sound of a zipper. The second man wasted no time. The bottle
of lube clicked open and the liquid lightly farted coming out of the
bottle. The anticipation was murder. I couldn't wait to feel what type of
dick was coming into me. I didn't care. I wanted it, I needed it inside me.

God, please hurry.

There was one hand on my waist. Then the other swept across my back, the
second man was wiping off the lube from his hand on my back. He grabbed my
hips with both hands and suddenly my eyes teared up. I coughed out the fat
man's monster dick and let out a reflexive scream. The second man thrust
into me with such force, I lost complete control.  My arms and knees went
completely limp, I almost crumble onto the fat man. Behind me, the second
man was punishing my butt with jackhammer thrusts. I couldn't even gauge
his cock size, it was all just pain. I hated myself, but I couldn't help
squealing high-pitched moans that sound like one of those sluts in straight
porn scenes. I took too long adjusting to the pain. The fat man grabbed my
hair and forced me back Home, where I belong.

The door knocked again. The fat man called out and I hear two new voices,
they're laughing.

"What the fuck?" said one, still laughing. The other voice, also laughing,
was louder, right beside us. "You weren't kidding. This is a total fucking
cock faggot!" There was a slap on my back that genuinely startled me, but
the fat man was still holding my head so I couldn't jump up.

"Jesus," he said, I assumed to the man behind me. "You're really giving it
to him."

"Get the fuck outta here," the first words from the man fucking me were
harsh and flustered. The fat man told the new guys to have a seat on the
couch. The man behind me kept fucking me with fury. His sweat started
dripping on my back. His balls were hung low and slapped against my own,
the sensation was amazing. All I could hear was my mouth on the master cock
and the thunderous clapping of the man fucking me.

Then he stopped and pulled out. My heart skipped a beat because I thought
it was over. Then the sound of his belt, his pants button, then the
panicked brushing of denim. He was taking off his pants. Holy shit. I
couldn't wait. The bed shifted, first on my right side, then the left. The
man behind me was standing on the bed. Then I heard a small, familiar
crack, it was his knees. Then, fuck: The man pushed into me the hardest,
harshest and meanest fuck thrust I had ever felt. Reflexively, my body
bucked forward but that only forced the fat man's gigantic cock deeper down
my throat. The man behind me was pile driving his dick into my butt. All of
a sudden, his cock weighed a ton and split my cheeks wide open like a
sledge hammer.

I tried to hold it, but the faggot squeals escaped my mouth pussy again and
the guys on the couch burst into hysterical laughter. One of the guys
mocked my squealing and punctuated it with, "Take the dick, faggot and shut
the fuck up." But I couldn't, the man was fucking me with such force and
weight. Once again, it felt like I could faint. The fat man laughed a deep
belly laugh. Then from behind me, rough grunting that intensified
quickly. I didn't think it was possible, but he fucked me even harder, then
he shot a load inside me. His thrust paused as his dick pumped his seed
into me, then he pulled out and slammed into me again, making me
cry. Another one. And another. "Fucking!" Another. "WHORE!" And then it
became clear he was stabbing into me with fury deliberately.

He pulled out of me quickly and pushed my ass forward, forcing my body into
the fat man and his cock deep into my throat. Then I heard a tinny sound,
and a shot of moisture on my back. He spit on me. The fat man, and the guys
on the couch all laughed hard. "Jesus. This kid is fucked," one of them
said.

I could hear the second man putting back on his pants when one of the men
from the couch walked over. "I think this is the kind of shit this kid
wants," he said. His voice sounded lively, and harsh. I imagined him to be
in his 30s. "Is that right, pretty boy? You want to be a cum rag for real
men, like us? Don't you?" His shirt whispered across his chest as he
removed it. Then a loud, solid slap on my ass that brought tears to my
eyes. "Don't you?" The fat man chuckled.

With a mouthful of cock, I agree, emphatically. "Jesus Christ, kid. You
couldn't even take that giant cock out of your mouth for a second to answer
me properly, could you?" Then other guy came walking over,
laughing. Another hard slap on my ass. "Someone has to fucking teach you
how to respond when a man asks you a question."

The fat man laughed again before saying, "Well, hole. Answer the man."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I take my mouth off the
master cock. "Yes, sir. I can't bear living without cock." I have never
before used the word, "bear" in that context. It was a sentence I didn't
formulate in my brain. It just came out of my mouth naturally,
instinctively.

All three men laughed loud. My head started spinning again. As if it would
hide me from the shame, I started sucking His giant cock, causing the men
to laugh even harder.

"You were serious, this cock slave can't get enough." The fat man affirmed
almost with pride in his voice. "Is that her name? `Hole?'"

"I don't know, I call her just about anything: `Hole,' `Pussy,' `Girl,' the
fat man said. "Don't matter."

Someone grabbed my waist. "That is a sloppy hole." At first I thought it
was a finger tracing my asscrack, but there was no flexibility. It was
pure, hard cock. "You are leaking cum everywhere, dump." I could feel the
cooling semen dripping down my buttcrack and could tell the man was using
his cock to scoop up whatever of the precious fluid that he could. "That's
what I'm going to call her, `Dump.' As in cumdump." The men laughed at me
again. Then he slid into me.

"FUCK, your tight pussy feels fucking sweet with all that hot cum up
there." His body is warm, really warm. There is a deep and sharp body odor
that fills my head and my cock. It makes me wonder if his sweat-drenched
body hair is the result of a recent workout. He leans over and his beard
brushes against my face, it drives me crazy.

"Dump, you have a pretty pussy. But it's stretched the fuck out. You need
to learn how to please me better."

The fat man laughs and lets go of my hair. I pull off His cock, "Yes, sir."

His cock isn't huge. It's quite average. But he fucks with energy. He slams
into my butt and holds the position.

"Squeeze your pussy, Dump."

"Sir?"

He pulls my hair, craning my neck at a sharp angle. "You have this nice
muscular ass. You see these cunt flaps?" With his free hand he slaps one of
my buttcheeks. There is a sliver of hatred flash boiling deep inside
me. `Cunt flaps' was such a demeaning term. But he didn't care. "Their only
purpose is to make men like me feel good. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now squeeze your pussy around my dick." I do as I'm told. His pubic
hair is pressed right against my asscheeks, which I squeeze tight. It
doesn't feel quite right. So squeeze deeper, inside my hole and it makes
sense. It's as if I can grip onto his cock with my hole.

The bearded man lets out a deep exhale, which I take as a good sign. "Nice,
Dump," he whispers into my ear. Now let go and do it again. I obey.

"Again."

"Again."

I catch on to the rhythm. Without being told, I massage his cock from
inside my body. It takes work, and I can feel whatever muscles I am using
are already growing weary. But it's euphoric. It's as if I am proving to
myself that my body is truly meant to host and serve cock.

"Now you're not so useless, are you, Dump?"

"No, sir."

"I'm going to fuck you now. Your job is to take my cock as deep as
possible. When you feel my balls slap against your pussyflaps, you squeeze
as hard as you can, as I pull out. Squeeze as if you don't want my dick to
leave your cunt, because you don't, do you?"

"No, sir. Never."

He started fucking me and I did as I was told, squeezing his cock as he
thrusted out of me. It was exhilarating but exhausting. But he was right, I
didn't want his cock to leave my hole. It was my duty to prove that I
wanted it inside me. This also took concentration, as I had to make sure I
squeezed the right muscles and that I squeezed hard enough to show the cock
the proper respect. I didn't realize that I had overlooked my cocksucking
duty.

There was a harsh and sharp tug of my hair. "Hey, Dump! There is a cock in
front of you that is unattended!" He pushed my head onto the master dick
and I suck as commanded. "Jesus. Even as a faggot you are fucking useless,
Dump."

It takes a few minutes, but I eventually get the rhythm, sucking the giant
dick, sticking my ass out as far as my hole can extend and squeezing my
pussyhole at the right moments to properly serve the bearded man. He pounds
me harder and I have trouble tightening my pussy in time. "Don't get lazy
on me, Dump."

I am in pain. I am confused, exhausted and even scared. It's heaven.

The third man, who has been silent through this ordeal, snickers and I
immediately realize something is happening. That's when I sense something
new. My head is filled with a sharp, organic but sour and rotten scent. I
have no idea what it is. Then there is a heavy pressure on my head, pushing
me down onto the fat man's cock. It's a foot. It's the bearded man's foul,
sweaty foot. I can't even imagine how he looks, fucking my ass with one leg
protruding over my body, pushing down my head. Even the fat man
reacts. "What the hell, dude?," he said with a forced chuckle. "That is
rank."

"You like that, Dump?" the bearded man says. "Can you smell my stink? We've
been playing soccer for hours before coming over here. Like real men, we
are drenched in sweat and stink."

He rubs his toes into my hair with a sloppy rhythm but the stink is
there. I gag, partly because of the monster cock that is forced into my
throat, partly because the stink of the bearded man's foot is overpowering.

A knock at the door.

"Fuck, yes," the bearded man says. "Come in!" The fat man doesn't seem to
mind that the bearded man has all but taken over. His cock is hard,
though. He must be enjoying watching the men own me.

"Hey," the bearded man says to the new guy. "Shut the door and get in on
this."

He pulls out and I am relieved I can rest my pussy muscles, but immediately
lonely, empty and sloppy.

Throughout the evening, the bearded man and his friend never leave and the
fat man never makes them. In fact, he rarely makes a sound outside of
laughing when they make fun of me. The men come trickling in. To be honest,
I lost count of how many men fucked me.  The fourth guy was old, I could
hear the wheeze in his breathing as he fucked me. His cock was not as hard
as I would have liked, but the bearded man ordered me to serve and I
appropriately massage the dick with my pussy. There was another guy who
blew his load immediately after his cock entered my pussy. "That's ok,
dude," the bearded man said. "It happens to the best of us." The bearded
man reassured that guy, which I found ironic considering his hostility
toward me. There was even a massively obese man who, when he fucked me, my
lean frame pushed back loads of his body fat. I felt as if I were buried
under mounds of sweaty flesh. The bearded man encouraged the obese man as
he pounded into me. During gaps, while we waited for the next man to show
up, the bearded man would fuck me, making sure my pussy didn't lose its
grip.

He notes that it was 11 p.m. With his dick buried inside of my pussy, he
asks the third man to hand over his phone. The bearded man dials a number,
never losing his fuck rhythm.

"Hey baby," he says, thrusting into me with rigorous speed. "No. We're
still scrimmaging. I know. It's late. Sorry, babe, I should have called
sooner. But they don't shut down the park until midnight, so we thought
we'd take advantage." His breathing is labored, but his voice is
surprisingly solid. "I'm gonna go out with the guys afterward. Maybe get
drunk or something. Nah. We ate a little between games. I'll grab some
appetizers or something." He leans forward and wraps an arm around my
neck. Slowly, he starts to squeeze. The other two men try to stifle their
laughter, but I can still hear them. "Tell the kids I love them." I can
hear the woman's voice from the phone, but my blood is rushing and I can't
make out the words. I stifle a choked cough. The bearded man squeezed my
neck even harder and lightly whispers into my ear, "Not a fucking sound,
Dump." Then he focuses back to the phone without losing a breath. "I love
you too, baby."

The flip phone clicks shut and he tosses it on the floor before focusing on
his grip around my neck. "That's why men like us need faggots, Dump." He
thrusts into my pussy harder, meaner. "I love my wife. I respect my wife."
I gag deep. My heart, fueled by pure adrenaline, pounds furiously. "I make
love to my wife." His arm closes in on my neck. My head, spinning. I could
feel another cough coming, but I know that another jolt to my body would
definitely knock me out. "I don't give a shit about you, Dump. And
sometimes, men don't want to make love. We want to fuck and dump cum. You
are nothing to us men except a hole for our semen. That's all we want from
you. And your job is to obey. Got it?"

He is full force choking me at this point. My face is hot, all the blood is
flooding my head. I can feel my face contorted in a smear. I did my best to
answer, and barely managed to nod my head.

"Good," the bearded man said and released his grip, pushing me into the fat
man's body. The other two men laugh uncomfortably as I cough and try to my
breath leaning my head in the fat man's stomach. It's only now that I
realize the bearded man came inside my pussy as he was choking me.

"I do believe you have yourself a trained cockslave," the bearded man said
after he pulled out of my pussy.

The fat man laughed. "Thanks, man. I think he's ready for next weekend." I
was still on all fours recovering from being choked. My asshole was empty,
and leaking semen from at least half a dozen men. But my mind immediately
caught on to the mention of the weekend. Then it hit me. These voices,
these are the guys who came into the fat man's office the other day as I
sucked His dick under His desk. They weren't strangers. That's why He let
them stay all night.

"I'm gonna take a shower," the bearded man said. "You coming with us to the
bar?"

The fat man said he would, but needed to "dump" a load, which made the
bearded man laugh.

The bathroom door shut. The shower sprays.

"You didn't get a shot," the fat man says. I almost stop sucking cock to
ask him what he means before I remember there was one more guy in the
room. "You want a fuck?"

The third man has been silent all night and he remains so as he takes me
from behind. I am exhausted, even traumatized. I doubt my ability to take
another fucking. But, he is a man. He needs me.

I feel callused hands run over my back, a harsh caress. It's almost as if
he were trying to dig into my skin with the palms of his hands. He
stretches the skin of my back and guides his hands over my ribs and my firm
stomach. Suddenly, he lets out a guttural growl. It's almost a snarl,
predatory and alarming. He lets out another one, as he explores my skin, an
animalistic grunt. My adrenaline starts boiling again when I feel pressure
on my pussy. It's thick. I can feel that my cunt is worn out, it's
stretched, gaping. I can't even squeeze it hard enough to keep the semen
inside from gushing out. But his cock is thick. Holy shit, it must be as
thick as a soda can. He grunts again and I can feel the deep vibrations it
makes in his cock head as it presses against my pussy. Oh fuck.

"OH FUCK!" I scream as he grabs my hips and hammers into me one thrust. He
is not as long as the fat man, not anywhere near. I don't even think his is
as long as my own dick. But his cock is definitely thicker, oh my god it is
thicker. I feel less like a man, less like a faggot. I feel like a hand
puppet, controlled completely by this fat dick. It's so thick, I can't even
squeeze my cunt muscles partly because I am exhausted but also because it's
impossible. I have no room left in my pussy whatsoever to squeeze.

The third man grunts, and grunts like an animal. His body odor wafts and
makes me drunk. He gets into position and pile drive fucks me and I
cry. The fat man laughs. But I can't stop crying and whimpering. The fat
man doesn't care. He grabs my hair and guides me back Home. And I suck as
best I can, whimpering between each breath I take through my slobbering
nose. The third man's grunts get deeper, rougher, his fucking gets
heavier. He is pile driving into me with so much force the entire bed rocks
and my chest cavity echoes. I'm not sure if it's my mouth, or the sight of
his buddy sledge hammering me in half, but the fat man is rock hard and his
dick starts to spasm.

It's almost too much cum. My mouth is flooded with a sharp stream and my
pussy is stabbed with another. Both men grunt and both cocks pump into
me. Both men push my body away, forcing me on the bed beside the fat man. I
collapse relieved. Fulfilled.

"Hey, you done yet?" the fat man yells into the bathroom. The door
opens. "I gotta piss."

I lie on the bed on my back. I focus purely on my pussy and the phantom
pain that resides within. I feel the sludge from men leak out of me and I
fight every urge in my body to scoop it up with one hand and eat it. But
the fat man gave me a rule, that I would only swallow His seed.

Suddenly, the bed shifts and my breathing is interrupted. There is weight
on my body. It's the third man. The weight from his heavily muscled body is
crushing my torso. Then there is warmth on my chin. His breath. It stinks,
but I feel blessed. There is a trace of stubble on my lips. I lift up my
head, hopefully, magnetically drawn to his hot breath. And it happens, his
lips. I am kissed. I am kissing. His tongue enters my mouth with
force. It's thick, almost as if I were sucking another cock. He kisses me
with such force that it pushes me against the mattress and my head writhes
on the bed, knocking off the cumrag blindfold.

Then it's over. I open my eyes for the first time in hours and it's sticky
from my tears and the dried cum from the blindfold. I squint in the light,
eager to see my first kiss and the owner of the thick, monster cock that
tortured me to heaven.

"Oh shit," it's the first words the third man said in hours.

My eyes focus. I can finally make out his face. "Oh shit," I say.

"Coach."

We stare at each other speechless. I don't even try to cast my eyes down to
his thick cock. The bathroom door opens and the fat man comes out. "Don't
tell me you gotta shower too? We'll never get out of here," He said.

"No," said Coach, noticeably, distracted. "I was just thinking." He looked
at my naked body and lifted a foot that he pushed into my waist as if he
were trying to shove me off the bed. "Your faggot is disgusting. She smells
like asshole. You really want that smeared on your bed all night?"

The fat man looked at me. "Sleep on the floor, Hole. Right there next to
the bed."

He looked at coach, "I don't think I'll need her for the rest of the night
anyway."

The two of them laughed as I climbed in the space between the bed and the
sliding doors of the closet, too ashamed to look up. Too scared to grab a
blanket.