Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 18:55:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the ultimate night part 4

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Summary:

Our little twink protagonist Camron aka Cum-dump has been through a few
things tonight. Only seconds ago he was getting throat fucked by two muscle
men, ruining his voice for the time being.

Now he's trapped in the dark basement, in a shower stall with his drunk
and/or stoned stepdad in front of him.

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"Hey you there," dad slurred slowly with a deep growl. "These guys told me
there's a faggot in here. Takin' dick `n' suckin' it. That you?"

He didn't recognize me in the darkness. I froze, one hand on my short
boner. How was I going to get out of this? If he threw me out of the gym I
could just run, before he saw it was me. So I just had to confirm what he
wanted to hear.

It wasn't much of a plan, but he was probably too drunk to run after me if
I made it to my room quickly. And tomorrow he'd have forgotten the whole
thing.

"Yes," I said with my coarse voice artificially deepened as the techno
beats came to a chaotic intermezzo that I hoped would obfuscate it even
more.

"I'm that fa... I'm the guy in here... who su- who does those things."

Dad made a stumbling step towards me and I took a smaller step back. My ass
hit the cold tiles behind me. I tried to slide to the side, ass on the
wall, hoping to run past dad as soon as there was an opening. His massive
frame filled the narrow space between me and the exit.

My stepfather slurred "It's been a while since I-"

I didn't hear the rest as I accidentally touched the faucet. Warm water
poured down on both of us. While I jumped at the sudden burst of hot wet
liquid on my bare skin, dad barely moved as the streams ran across his
mature face, dropping off his cut jawline.

The loose shirt he wore became transparent as it clung to his body, showing
off every flexing fiber, bulging under his tan skin. As he looked at me
with glassy eyes, barely visible in the dark, my dick twitched
involuntarily. He loomed over me, threateningly.

Suddenly, dad slapped me and shoved my shoulders until I was turned
around. His big hands manhandled me as if I was some stubborn animal and
not the slim, frightened twink I really was.

Standing face to the wall, water raining on me, I heard a tearing sound and
looked behind me. Dad was ripping his wet shirt apart. He wrapped his arms
around me, pressing his massive biceps against me. I could smell the beer
in his breath and the musky scent on his skin as it was slowly washed away.

He used the two pieces of his shirt to tie my wrists to the pipe that ran
along the wall. My hands were bound below my waist, forcing me to bend
down. I arched my back instinctively, presenting my ass without even
thinking about it. It was almost completely dark anyway.

Dad kicked my legs apart, grunted something I couldn't make out and before
I figured out what was going on, I could feel the sensation of his tongue
on my hole, flicking across, slobbering around it, wandering up and down my
crack and lightly pushing in.

The echoes of my moans was not quite drowned out by the rushing water and
drumming beats. Dad's thick fingers spread my ass cheeks apart, inching
closer and closer to my hole, where his tongue licked up, down and around.

I stood with my legs apart, hands tied, back arched and breath heavy. My
small dick bounced with every heartbeat. Exposed to hot streams of water I
could feel that I was starting to sweat, becoming even wetter. I couldn't
say if it was the super-viagra or my natural desire, but I wanted to jerk
off badly, the rimming only increasing the sensitivity in the leaking rod I
was kept from touching.

Dad didn't waste much time spreading my hole with his fingers. He rose up,
slapped my ass as he grabbed my hips tightly and leaned against my thin
back. His huge pumping pecs and bulked up stomach pressed into my arched
torso.

He sucked on my neck, planting hickeys along my throat and collarbones as
far as he could reach forward. Still unaware that he was holding his own
son, he lined his dick up with my hole, rubbing along my crack as he humped
slightly.

I shivered, unsure what awaited me. I had never seen dad's dick hard, only
sneaked glances when he entered or left the shower. Lustfully wriggling
under his grip, I was hoping that what I had seen before was already his
full size.

My ass was dripping with the huge muscle man's sloppily applied spit that I
heard him generously distribute over his own member. Looking behind me I
tried to guess the size that was about to enter me, but in the darkness I
was unable to perceive more than the massive frame of a lifelong
bodybuilder with perfect genetics, looming over my tiny body.

He noticed me turning and grabbed my hair. Half yelling, half mumbling
something incoherently, he pulled my head into position, to arch my back
painfully far, his other hand holding up my ass. I was on the tip of my
toes.

The dick tore my sphincter asunder. My scream reflected off the shower
walls around me, making my ears ring with the sound of my coarse voice at
maximal volume.

Dad pulled the tip back out and let go of me. Before I could begin to
collect myself and focus on anything but the torment in my rear, he was
back. He shoved a piece of cloth in my mouth. It was my underwear that I
had dropped just before stepping in. The item was already wet through and
through, but I bit into it to muffle my noises. I couldn't imagine how he
would react if he discovered it was me.

He held me tight, his big arms wrapped around my chest, his head right next
to mine. One more time he pushed in. I screamed less this time, controlling
my breathing to breathe through the pain.

The massive man's grunts became the dominant sound in the small space we
occupied. He leaned back and spanked my ass, occasionally letting his hands
wander along my sides to tickle me.

I squirmed under his assaults, making him laugh guttural chuckles. He
pushed in further after applying more spit to his dick. My insides were on
fire again. Although, I had to admit it was a different kind of pain to hot
sauce, it was similar in intensity.

But this one subsided fast as I grew accustomed to the inner pressure. The
aching stabs gave way to uncomfortable rubbing – and finally pure
pleasure. And then... My dad fucked me hard.

When I stopped screaming into my underwear, he stopped holding back. His
hip slammed into my ass with loud bangs. Flesh hit flesh, while the man I
admired more than anything in the world violated my teen body.

My only regret was that he didn't get to take my virginity. I couldn't help
but cry. Whether it was from the emotional experience of finally being so
close to my step-father, or simply the pain and humiliation of taking this
huge dick in a dark wet room... well, it was probably both.

Several times he leaned in to suck on my neck again. Other times he pulled
my hair. One moment he choked me, another moment he spanked my
backside. Even in his drunk state he was a perfect fuck.

The boiler ran out of hot water and the shower turned freezing without
warning. Both dad and I yelled in shock. He turned forward and turned the
valve. The shower ceased.

He unbound the shivering, sobbing mess I was from the pipe. I spat out my
underwear. Dad's dick never left my guts.

Just as I dropped my untied arms, straightening my aching back, dad tightly
grabbed my hip and turned me around. He held me up effortlessly, still
inside me, and stepped out of the shower.

He slammed me against the smooth tiled wall, leaving me nothing to hold
onto and let gravity work in his favor. He went balls deep.

I have never been so full. I couldn't have imagined having enough room
inside me for this much dick. As my wet body dried, sweat took over again.

Dad stepped back, holding onto my waist. I slid off the wall, ass out, and
dropped on all fours. Now I was on the floor and got fucked like before but
dad went even harder, his grunts getting louder.

He held onto my hair with one hand and whipped me with my own drenched
underwear. His whipping got more frantic and unfocused as he moaned higher
and hoarser.

While I couldn't see what he was doing, he changed his position
slightly. And all of the sudden he was rubbing that spot – that special
spot I had discovered only just tonight.

"Hng, yes Sir," I cried out, disregarding all caution. "Fuck me like this
Sir, please. Fuck."

Dad's hand's gripped my neck and pressed until my airflow was cut off. The
blood rushed into my ears making it impossible to understand his slurred
response.

A tingling crawled up my spine as I became light headed. I slammed my fists
on the ground, wreathing more than before. The tingling spread into my
limbs.

I had ignored my dick but it was still hard and even though it paled in
comparison to the felling in my ass, it was still calling for attention. I
didn't dare to grab it, despite my hands now being free.

Dad let go of my neck. Air rushed back into my lungs and I came. With
violent tremors my dick twitched five times, spraying cum on my belly and
chest from below, from where it dripped into the floor.

Then it was dad's turn, sent over the edge by the tightening of my hole
that the cumming had invoked. He screamed a primeval shout that echoed from
the walls. His fingers dug into my flesh.

With trembling legs I took his seed. He shot multiple loads into my ass,
making it overflow as he pulled out and pushed in again a few times to
squeeze out the rest of his jizz. I clenched my sphincter to assist, which
took up the last bit of my power.

He pulled out. I collapsed. Since I was already on all fours I simply
dropped my head on the ground, ass still in the air, cum running from my
hole.

With the most intense part of sex behind me and my mind cleared
post-orgasm, I realized that dad could still easily notice it was me. I
couldn't quite let that happen.

Ignoring the pulsing, throbbing pain of my sore hole and the hundred other
little hurting spots all over me, I got up and began to walk out. Dad was
breathing deeply and regularly behind me, making me think he had fallen
asleep.

Groping my way along the wall, I made my way back into the gym and searched
for the light switch there. Finding it, I was presented with my reflection
– a red faced, wet haired, messed up twink. Hickeys and spank marks
darkened all over me, many in areas I couldn't hope to hide.

As I heard dad get up, perhaps awoken by the light, I rushed out, back into
the basement corridor. I was still naked, having forgotten to grab a towel
on the way out.

My dick was as hard as ever thanks to the super-viarga. I already felt the
horniness find its way back into me. Streams of drying cum were distributed
over my torso and dad's cum had formed a few lines down my legs. I shook my
head to get the water out and ruffled it back into a presentable
style. That was as much as I could do.

I had to get out of the corridor before dad came out of the gym and saw me
standing there. But upstairs was the lobby. It only took one guy to spot me
rushing past the living room and I'd be found out.

To my great relieve the party was basically over. The noises I could hear
made me think that most people had already left. Nobody was in the lobby. I
made my way up the stairs. No one was in the upstairs corridor either.

Walking past the doors of my sister and step-brother I congratulated
myself. I'd fall into my bed and sleep through the next week or so. I was
exhausted emotionally, mentally, physically and in every other way.

The bathroom door at the end of the corridor opened. I was so close to my
room, but I wouldn't make it there in time. Maybe I could make it back down
the stairs.

My sister's room opened too, just as I had past it. I was trapped. My only
option was... Kale's room.

I pushed open the door as silently as my speed allowed and left it slightly
ajar to not make any noise. The room was dimly lit and I didn't pay
attention to it. I glanced outside into the corridor, hoping I would not be
seen.

A shirtless male fitness model walked out of the bathroom. An adult
bodybuilder thicker than Titan and hairy came out of my sister's room,
dragging two female models with him.

The bodybuilder and the fitness model acknowledged each other with
nods. The trio that had come from my sister's room went downstairs, while
young Mr. Fitness with his perfectly V-shaped torso and handsome face
looked into the room where my sister had probably just served one man and
two women.

I couldn't hear what he said or what my sister answered, but he began to
pull down his pants before he was even inside, closing the door after
giving me a glimpse at his bubble butt.

My sister had told me that she planned to lose her virginity on the day she
turned 18, but she seemed to like experimenting as much as she could. I
wondered if she would be upset that I had gotten fucked so much tonight
despite only being 17. Fucked even by dad.

Determined to leave Kale's room, I took one quick look around. There were
all his sports posters and trophies. There were his supplements and
magazines. There was...Kale.

My brother was sleeping, sprawled out on his bed. Above his covers. Naked,
save for a white jock strap.

I moved back towards the wall instinctually and hit the light switch. Kale
didn't even twitch. He was out cold. But now I could admire him in all his
glory. Something I had never done before, always trying not to stare,
afraid he might catch me.

My big – very big – brother was completely wasted. As I knew from
experience I didn't have to fear waking him up by accident. His friends had
drawn on him and worse, while he had slept on a crowded sofa in the middle
of a dance floor.

Stepping closer I listened to his soft, regular breath. Kale was, and
always had been, a mouth breather. Drunk Kale was no different. His plum
lips were parted as he breathed, not quite snoring, but soundly.

His face didn't look quite his actual age. Sure, he had the smooth, tanned
skin of a 20 year old, but his jawline and cheekbones were developed
further than most adult man could hope for. He took after dad, looking like
a more chiseled version of him.

With Kale's long eyelashes, close cropped hair and thin line of bear
framing his jaw, it was no wonder he was already a model. Dad probably
didn't have to use any of his contacts.

And that's not even mentioning what was below the manly face and thick
neck. Veiny, lean arms were loosely draped next to my brother's massive
torso. The smooth pecs rose and sank with every breath, lifting his hard
nipples.

He had the best abs in the family, every bulge equally pronounced from top
to bottom, framed by a strong V that stayed lean even when he was
bulking. It was as if his entire torso pointed at his crotch.

This was the first time ever I got to see Kale's bulge close up. He was
clearly taking after dad in that department, too. Dark stubble at the root
of a rod almost as thick as my meager twink wrist, stretched the jock strap
visibly. The shape let me guess it was ending in a fat mushroom head. A wet
spot from a single drop glistened where the slit would be. Was it piss of
precum? I couldn't tell.

Suddenly I was overcome with regret that I didn't get to taste dad's cum
directly from the source. Only getting one condom-load tonight was not
enough and considering that it might have been the last time I got that
chance...

Peering into the waste bin I spotted two more condoms. Maybe it was because
I was painfully hard and horny, maybe the taste was just too alluring. I
fished the condoms from the bin and gulped down the drops of slimy jizz. It
wasn't that good. The cum was cold and mixed with condom fluid. Not at all
how I remembered it.

I looked back at my brother. I wondered if it would wake him up if I well,
if I...

Having gone through so much tonight, I decided to take the risk. This was
definitely not typical of me, but now that I had been enabled in my
new-found love for dick, there was no risk I wasn't willing to take.

Carefully I went on all fours, climbing onto the bed. I positioned myself
between the mountains of meat that were Kale's legs. His smooth calves and
hams were clear cut bulges that raised his legs from the covers. They were
spread enough to allow me access. I wanted to touch and lick every inch of
his defined quads but I didn't want to waste time either.

I pulled on the jock strap, smelling the wonderful scent of herbal shampoo
and dried piss, mixed with Kale's own body odor.

The penis was magnificent. Even semi hard it already showed pumping
veins. His balls were big and relaxed in his strap. My perspective was
right between his massive legs onto his abs and ended were his pecs hid his
face.

I flicked my tongue across the dick head once. Getting no reaction I
lightly sucked on it, working my tongue over the slit and kissing up and
down the shaft.

Kale got hard, but didn't wake up. I repositioned myself. I lay on my side,
one of my hands circling around my hole, the other slowly jerking myself
off.

My brother got fully hard fast. I fell into a rhythm of sucking his dick
pushing a finger in my ass and rubbing my own dick head. Kale filled my
mouth out nicely, but I really had to stimulate that spot in my ass to get
the ultimate experience.

His delicious cum was only seconds away, I just knew it. My own orgasm was
close too. This was exactly how I wanted to end this evening. Nothing could
keep me from tasting my reward.

Behind me, I heard a sicker.

I let Kale's dick plop out from between my lips and twisted my head
around. In the doorframe stood Titan and Sexgod, filming my on their
phones.

With an embarrassing twitch I shot my load onto my stomach. As I came I let
out a badly suppressed moan and my eyes rolled back into my head. With one
lag raised and my finger still up my ass, I froze in place, blushing.

"Well," Titan said, "looks like our little fag couldn't help himself."

"P-Please," I whispered, "I- just..."

I climbed off the bed and stood as close to them as I dared, hoping they
would keep their voices down. I looked down at the ground, unsure of what
to say.

"We had a little chat," Titan continued, "Not just with each other but that
Will guy. He just left, but he told us interesting stuff. It's hard to
believe what a perverted fag you are. Too bad Will isn't here to see
this. But I can at least send him the video. ...aaand sent."

Sexgod chuckled. "You're pathetic, do you know that?"

"Um, yeah, I- Please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything. I'll-"

Titan interrupted me. "Of course you'll do anything, Camron, or should I
say Cum-dump. You talk back, hesitate or misbehave once and this video goes
to Kale and your dad and all of your friends."

"No, please." I wanted to shout at them, shout that I was willing to do
whatever it took. But I had to keep it to a whisper. Three guys talking
might just be enough to wake Kale up after all.

I had to give me phone number to both men. They had me promise that I would
serve them and everyone they rented me to. I was also informed that Will
was planning more pranks he wanted to test on me before applying them to
his actual victims.

It took maybe a minute until I had made all promised they required of
me. Sexgod and Titan left. They had what they wanted. I stood naked and cum
drenched in my brother's room. The party guests who hadn't gone home were
probably asleep in various spots across the living room.

I didn't know how to feel. I should have been embarrassed. I should have
hated my situation, but somehow... I was looking forward to serving Titan
and his friends or Sexgod and the other frat boys. Even Will's pranks were
something I anticipated with curiosity. Maybe it was the super-viagra
talking, but I wasn't mad at all. I wanted nothing more but a good night's
rest. And dick.

Turing around, I closed the door from the inside. Kale was still soundly
asleep. My mouth watered at the thought of his cum. I wasn't going to let
that opportunity go to waste.

I had gone from shy virgin to sex-freak in the matter of hours. And only
because of merciless violation by some brutal guys and a drunken dad. As I
sunk back on the bed, I licked my sore lips. Kale was about to get the
blowjob of his life and not even know it.

I had gained a completely new level of confidence.

There were many more experiences waiting.

I was going to take them.

Life had changed.

What a night.

Fuck.


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And that concludes the story of Camron, the boy who finds his submissive
side in one night – the ultimate night.

If you liked Cum-dump's transition from virgin to cock-whore, you can write
me some feedback at abracadabra923@yahoo.com