Date: Thu, 7 May 2015 10:34:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the ultimate night part 2

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Summary:

Last time we saw the twink Camron (17) aka Cum-dump he had his arms tied,
his knees bent by rope connecting his balls to his toes and a pair of
nipple clamps keeping him bent over.

He wears a pink dog collar with chiming bells and there's a dildo up his
ass covered in hot sauce. Cum is all over his stomach (his own) and his
chin (Will's). He's greatly sweating and a bit muddy.

He's outside on the terrace of his step dad's mansion. There's a party
going on downstairs.

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I walked up to the nearest glass door, partially obscured by
curtains. There were people inside. I could only hope that it wasn't my dad
or brother. Someone was going to see me like this, but I had no other way
of getting inside.

Knocking my knee against the glass, I got the attention of whoever was
inside.

A long haired guy in boxer shorts opened for me. He had glassy eyes, making
me think he either was very drunk or very stoned. He smelled like both.

The guy stared at me with a bored expression that quickly gave way to
surprise followed by amusement.

"The fuck? What are you?"

I looked up as far as possible with my bondage gear on. My voice was
trembling and weak. As I spoke, the vibrations in my stained neck made the
bells ring.

"Please let me in. I live here. I've been forced into-"

He chuckled. "Whatever. Shut the fuck up. Come on in."

Mercifully, he stepped aside and I entered my house behind him. Someone had
been using my parent's bed. The guy took a closer look at me while I tried
to figure out my next step.

"Hey kid!" slurred the pale guy, "Is that cum? The fuck? All over your chin
and chest and abs and... everywhere. Aren't you a little young to be such a
perverted cock-whore?"

"I'm not- erm..."

What was I supposed to say? I was literally covered in cum. That fact that
most of it was my own wasn't going to make me seem less perverted. And I
was still hard, with my pathetic dick pressed against my stomach.

The drunk stoner grinned knowingly. "If that's what you're after I can help
you."

Despite my inarticulate noises of protests, the guy walked to the waste
basket and fished a used condom from it.

He unrolled the thing and held it above my head.

"Head's up. Open your suck hole, cockwhore."

"I- you don't underst-"

His large hand grabbed my jaw and forced it up with more strength than
necessary. Not only did his fingers bruise my cheeks, the fact that he
forced me to look straight up caused the rope from my nipples to my balls
to stretch like never before.

My eyes watered. I was unable to speak. The position strained my neck and
the collar around it, cutting off my airflow.

"Hey, I don't judge. Just take it. Really, I don't mind," said the guy with
sincere involvement.

It was the easiest way out of this mess. I could explain afterwards. So I
raised my head as much as the ropes allowed and received the fresh cum
drops. This time I swallowed a bit. The rest landed in my hair and on my
forehead.

"Is it good cum, whore?" said the guy, letting go of my jaw. I winced as
the pain went back to its normal amount, now joined by an aching in my
face.

I wasn't going to explain every detail, I just had to get out of the gear.

"Um, sure man, great cum. Listen, could you take off my clips?"

Stoner guy smiled as if he understood something I didn't. "Ah, I get it!
Can't bend your back for cock too well with those on? Sure, lemme help
you."

He untied the rope from my balls that had kept my upper body in position. I
sighed with relieve as I could go back to straightening my spine.

Without warning, he ripped the rope off, together with the clips. I
screamed at the top of my lungs, regardless of the possibility that the men
downstairs might hear me. The pain drowned out even the hot sauce for a
moment.

My collar bells ringed merrily to my contortions as the feeling returned to
my chest, sending hot waves of pain that was rivaled only by what the
inside of my ass was going through.

The hot-sauce-pain was still making me sweat, covering me with a glistening
layer of perspiration, that kept the cum on me from fully drying.

Stoner guy was visible proud of himself. "Ha, did I do that right? I've
never done this to a bondaged cock-hungry fag. Oh, sorry, cock-hungry gay
person," the guy corrected himself earnestly.

While I recovered from the shock with deep breaths, he went back to the
waste bin.

"Hey, someone was here before us. Who was that again? Whatever."

He pulled another used condom from the bin. I was too startled to speak so
I just raised my head and swallowed the jizz. Most of it dropped on my
chest now that I could fully bend up and arched my back more than I had
too, flexing my spine's regained freedom.

As I bent back into a neutral position the cum on my chest fell drop by
drop onto the hardwood floor.

My knees were screaming for relieve - I was still forced to bend them after
all - so I kneeled down and licked the cum off the hardwood. This one
didn't even taste half bad. Actually it was the best cum I had had so
far. I could get used to this one.

This would also give me a break from the stoner guy, I figured. Hopefully I
could formulate a response and relax my shaky legs. What should be so bad
about cum anyway?

The drunk or stoned guy slapped his forehead in epiphany, just as I had
cleaned up the last drop.

"Oh right! I remember who was in here. It was the guy who owns the
place. Kale's dad. Great guy. You'd like him."

I froze.

Helpful-guy went outside onto the terrace, considering his good deed done,
while I stayed on the floor on my spread legs, tongue still on the now
cleanly licked ground.

Seconds later, I snapped back into reality. I had sucked up my stepfather's
cum.

I felt like I should be disgusted with myself, but it wasn't as if had
known beforehand, right?

Whatever, I needed to get this plug out of me - desperately. Going out
after the guy was not an option, but I knew my way around the house. I
lived here after all.

Adjacent to the bedroom was a bathroom with a bidet. I went inside,
waddling with my knees bent again, turned on the lights with my shoulder
and rubbed my asshole on the bidet valve until the plug was pushed out -
finally.

My moan of relieve echoed from the walls. The burning sensation was still
there but at least I didn't feel so full anymore. My guts relaxed and
tightened back up inside me.

Looking in the full length mirror next to me, I could see my pathetic
little dick sticking from my cum covered, sweaty, lean-muscular teen twink
body.

I let cool water run over my hole as I cried with relive. The tears did
nothing to wash away the drying, sticky cum all over my face, hair and
chest. And not to forget my own spunk on my stomach.

The water was only a little bit helpful. The burning pain inside my guts
wasn't subsiding yet but at least there was no more hot-sauce on the
outside of my ass.

Another thing that was not subsiding was my erection.

Unable to free my arms or straighten my legs I sat down on the cold
tiles. After having been sweaty from the hot sauce I shivered from the
sudden chill, but I didn't want to get up and strain my knees further.

Looking around for a way to free myself, my thighs rubbed against my
dick. I'd have to get off once more before I could think clearly again.

I got up and sat down on the rim of the bath tub. This allowed me to keep
my legs relaxed while leaning forward to rub my dick between my torso and
the cold bathtub.

As the bells rhythmically cheered me on, the ceramic of the tub became
uncomfortably hard under my tormented ass.

Strangely I felt like I was lacking stimulation. The burning in me had now
subsided somewhat but without the plug I felt... empty. Nothing was pushing
that one amazing spot just up my hole.

Nevertheless, thanks to early teen hormones - and perhaps the super-viagra
pills Will had forced down my throat - I was closing in on an orgasm
quickly.

Since the ceramic was really hard on my taint, I was constantly
shifting. As the point of no return drew close, I spasmed just as I was
shifting into a new position.

I fell into the tub in the moment of my orgasm. The cum sprayed onto
me. From my crotch to my chin, everything got a drop of my juice.

Falling had given me a little shock, making me kick out instinctively. My
balls were being pulled harder than ever before. With the bells chiming to
the ongoing spasms, I cried out, hearing it echo back from the tiled walls.

A full minute later the spreading pain in my crotch and lower abdomen had
dulled. I was able to climb out of the tub clumsily and survey my
situation.

There wasn't that much left to do. Now I only had to get rid of my collar,
my arms and leg ropes and flush out my guts.

While I formulated a plan, I heard someone entering the adjacent
bedroom. Walking outside in hoped of helpful-guy's return I found yet
another frat boy, dressing down to his boxers.

He yelled as soon as he spotted me.

"Fuck. What the- who are you?"

This wasn't going to be easy, as I didn't exactly look a lot less terrible
than minutes ago. All I had left on me was the rope keeping my toes and
balls connected, my arm ties, the cum all over me and the red marking from
the nipple clamps. Not to forget the bell-collar.

"I'm Camron, I live h-"

"No shut up. Shut the fuck up."

"Um."

This guy was much buffer than the one before – one of Kale's football
player friends or maybe one of dad's younger clients. Somewhere between
mid-twenty and mid-thirty. And he seemed neither particularly drunk nor
stoned. The only thing he seemed to be was angry.

"I don't care, fucker. You can't be here. I have a hot chick coming in here
any moment."

"Okay, I'll leave. I-"

He stepped closer, his muscles flexing intimidatingly. The guy was about a
foot taller than me.

"No, you can't run into her. What do you think, you perverted fag? Spying
on men, fucking their dates. Does that get you off?"

"No I-"

"Shut up. Look at your dick. You're rock hard right now. Disgusting fag!
You- oh shit, is that cum? How many guys did you blow? Man, you are one
slutty fag. Aren't you a little young for that?"

"No but-"

"Shut! Up! She can't see you here. You know what? Fine, you can watch, but
be quiet."

The guy grabbed a pillow from my parent's bed, tore a slice of fabric off
it and quickly gagged me.

If I had tried to shout, the gag would have done nothing to stop me. But
the buff guy tied it strongly enough around my head to bruise my lips and
cheeks further.

He was pushing me back into the bathroom when he got a text on his
phone. The guy pulled the device form his sweatpants.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She can't do this to me. Not again. Urg!"

He looked at me, with sadness in his face. "She's not coming."

We stood in awkward silence. What was I supposed to say or do? Then the big
guy's face lit up with a devious grin.

"I'll do you a good one, perv. I'm horny as hell, and I can see, you're
too. I'm going to think of her. 's that okay?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. Tonight I was particularly
slow. He was going to think of her? Of course that was okay. That's what
boyfriends are supposed to do.

Lacking better options, I nodded enthusiastically, ringing the bells. He
smiled, grabbed my collar and pushed me onto the bed on my stomach. With
the rope that had once been attached to my nipple clips (and was now on the
floor) he tied my ankles to my collar, fully bending my knees.

My legs and neck were being pulled toward each other by the rope, forcing
my back to arch painfully. As a result, my ass was on display. My tied arms
rested uselessly in the small of my back as I tried not to choke from the
collar's pull.

Behind me the guy did thing I could only hear. The sound of plastic tearing
was unmistakable. The position I was bound in didn't afford me the ability
to speak, the collar pressed on my throat and every movement only furthered
the mix of pain from my balls, legs and back.

He put on a condom and lubed it up in record time. I broke into a sweat
again. Did I have a way to prevent this from happening? Maybe I could
signal him that- *Slam!* He spanked my ass. I yelled into the pillow-sheet
gag.

Mr. Angry pushed in all the way.

The plug had done a lot of work loosening me up but his dick still spread
me with sharp pain, ripping my sphincter to shreds. I yelled into the gag
and also the bed sheets as he pressed my face down, his hand in my hair.

Even in my bound state I hopped away from him, off his dick. My teen ass
was not able to take a dicking this deep.

"Ah, you like that, don't you? Playing coy."

He slapped my ass again, pulling me back by my ankles and pushed in
further. Impossibly, he was bigger than the dildo. This time he held onto
my wrist ties, keeping me from hopping away again.

I didn't know that my guts were this deep. This dick forced its way past
all turns of my digestion system, rubbing brutally against my insides at a
hundred untouched places.

Taking me from behind, he kept spanking my cheeks – the ones on my butt
and my face.

Strangely the lube was helping to cool the hot sauce burning, actually
making the sex somewhat useful to me. The condom protected my
virginity-taker from experiencing the burn on his dick.

"Fuck, you're one tight little pervert. Oh, fuck. I'm so close already."

My own dick - still hard - was trapped between my stomach and the bed. The
guy rocking back and forth jerked me off nicely.

Once more I had the bells as companions as I was rubbing off. This time I
was also getting pounded. In between his humps the guy whispered in my ear,
talking mostly to himself.

"Oh yeah, I know you love it, pervert. I'm the sexgod here. That bitch
doesn't know what she's missing. Can't have a sexgod like me every day."

Sexgod's hands wandered up and down my slim frame whenever he wasn't
hitting me. As he settled into a steady rhythm, his dick was hitting the
special spot in me more often than not.

Soon I was approaching climax.

I could feel my cum spray on my parent's bed as I had the strongest orgasm
in my short life. I trembled and spasmed uncontrollably. He was much
thicker than the dildo, so I noticed that my asshole clenched as I came,
holding the guy in a grip stronger than my hands ever could.

He yelled. He slapped my head from behind. Then the rocking ceased. Hot cum
dripped from my hole, past his still inserted dick – the condom was
unable to hold all of it.

"Want do drink this cum too? You've got a lot around your lips. I'm
guessing that's your thing?"

He pulled out, leaving me a lot emptier that I had felt after losing the
plug. Taking a tissue from the night stand, Sexgod fiddled with the condom,
not wanting to touch it.

As I rolled to my side, I was ungagged and drank the cum directly from the
condom, like a capri sun. It wasn't as good as my dad's. But I was not ab
out to complain in his face.

The guy left me, but he was kind enough to undo the ropes that forced my
back into an arch, again leaving me with only the one's that bound my toes
and balls together. (Plus wrist ties, plus collar.)

The hot sauce burn had ceased, but a different sensation had taken its
place. A dull soreness pumping inside me and around the rim of my
hole. Part of me felt like I could fall asleep right there, but my joints
were still aching.

I had to get out of this gear. I got up from the filthy bed and made my way
out of the room.

Finally, it was time to find the frat boy who had done this to me, or at
least an opportunity to free myself entirely.

The corridor was empty. I moved as slowly as possible, but the music from
downstairs drowned out the bells anyway. I slid my feet across the carpet,
but my knees hurt more than I could bare.

Where should I go? At least I should check at the stairs to the lobby if I
could see whether my stepbrother or the frat boy were on the dance floor in
the living room. Maybe I could even find my sister, but she was likely
enjoying her eighteen-ness with some of my dad's clients inside her.

I should be save taking a peak downstairs, I figured. There wasn't really a
reason for anyone to go upstairs unless - well, unless they wanted to use
my parent's bedroom.

There was no point in straining my knees. If someone saw me, I would be
thoroughly humiliated anyway. I sank to my knees and crawled the rest of
the way. It was slower but infinitely less painful.

Looking around the edge of the wall above the stairs, I could see the
living room. Kale was there, a girl in his arm. No trace of frat boy Will.

Dad was there, sitting in a corner, holding a women I had never seen before
and would likely never see again. Yet another one of his affairs I wasn't
supposed to tell mum.

No one saw me, hidden behind the wall I was pressed against. Remembering
that I now knew how dad's cum tasted and how greedily I had gulped it up, I
found myself slowly humping the edge of the wall.

I had an easier time looking at Kale than dad as it required less of me to
be visible for anyone looking down. I found myself wondering how Kale could
taste. He was really just a younger version of dad, but just as massive
since he had started working out at twelve.

His massive spread legs, bulging pecs and arms, broad neck and slim waist
all showed the influence of his genes that I could never replicate.

I clenched my ass, rubbing against the wall, but it wasn't enough. I
couldn't stimulate the sweet spot. I wasn't even sure I could cum without
that anymore. Also, I had only just orgasmed, but the super-viagra seemed
to refuse to give my dick a rest.

Realizing how futile the wall-fuck was and how easily I could be
discovered, I crawled back into the corridor. My own room was further down
the corridor than Kale's. The door was not closed, allowing me to glimpse
inside.

Noises of moaning and high, short screams of delight came from my sister's
room opposite of me.

Then I heard someone come up the stairs behind me. There was no way to make
it into my own room in time. I crawled into Kale's room. It was full of
sports trophies and nutritional supplements. The color scheme was the bland
blue-gray of a masculine straight boy.

Unsure if the approaching person was going to look inside the room, I hid
under the bed. Kale entered the room – his room – with a girl behind
him. I crawled as far back under the bed as I could, freezing in place to
keep my bell-collar from giving away my position.

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