Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2008 07:20:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tom - Chapter 13

Once again, my mind was kicked and my reality rocked.  I was now performing
sexual acts with another man, naked for the pleasure of these anonymous
men.  My cock twitched and pushed deeper into George's mouth.

My mind whirled and not for the last time wondered what a I would
experience over the next year.  My mind couldn't begin to fathom those
depths and it made me wonder if George would be around for any of it.

I moved our positions around until George was straddling me and I could
look up into his crotch.  I shifted position again and was now looking at
his hair lined crack.  I ran my finger along it, pressing in on his hole as
I passed it.  His hole clinched tightly closed but a shiver ran through his
body.

I licked my finger and probed again.  I moved again and brought my tongue
up to his hole.  I licked it tentatively.  He gasped around my cock and I
felt his spasm against me.  I licked again and probed with my tongue.
While I was marveling at his wonderful taste another part of my brain was
trying to connect with the real world.  It wanted to know why the Tom of
the last 20 something years would ever want to lick the hole of another
man.  It wasn't something I had ever contemplated.

But the sexual part of me enjoyed at and craved it.  I had a mental picture
then of those characters you see in movies.  One me sitting on one
shoulder, all sleazy and slutty, urging me on and on the other shoulder,
the preppy dressed version of me going, 'Tsk, Tsk, why would you possible
want to do something like that.  It is disgusting.'

The image made me laugh into his crack.  That's when I heard, "Can you
believe that?  These guys are naked letting us watch their depraved acts.
See that one is licking the other one's ass."

I closed my eyes and felt my cock engorge more, thrusting deeper into
George's mouth.  I felt his body tense up again.  I whispered into his hole
that it was okay.  And as if he had really heard me, he relaxed a bit and
went back to work on my cock.

I had now worked my tongue into his hole a bit and he was moaning and
pushing back on my tongue.  I kept this up and used my finger as well to
work around and push in.  He wiggled his ass, then moved quickly.  I
thought I had gone too far and he was freaking out.

Instead he moved up and wrapped his arms around me.  He squeezed me tightly
and whispered into my ear, "Is this really a bad thing?  Am I doing
something I shouldn't?  Am I going to regret this?"

I couldn't answer that for him.  I hug him back and whispered back, "Just
do what you want to do.  You know that I am yours to use as you wish."  He
looked me in the eyes and I saw the confusion there and some moisture as
well.  He moved his head and looked towards the men along the wall.

'What about them?" he whispered back.  "What will they think?"

"Does it matter right now?" I said stressing the right now part.  I felt
his cock move against me.  Was he too far gone to make a rational decision?
He shook his head.

Then he whispered urgently into my ear, "Would you fuck me?"  The deja vu
was startling.  How many hours ago had I asked Sir the same question.  I
shivered a bit and he must have thought I did that in disgust because he
said, "I am sorry I asked."

He started to roll away from me.  I pulled him back close and rubbed my
cock along his and said, "No, its okay.  I would love to."

He smiled meekly then and moved off of me.  I wondered what was going on
then I realized he was positioning himself face down on the bed to allow me
access to his ass.  I moved around and lifted his hips up, spread his
cheeks and began to really apply saliva to his hole and trying to loosen it
up.

He moaned and tried to hump the bed, but I was holding him away from it.  I
heard comments coming from the men, but tried to tune them out and
concentrate the task at hand.  Not that it was work, but I wanted to focus
on it and enjoy it fully.  But in the back of my mind I still thought about
the comments these guys were making about the perverts down there.

When I moved up to mount him there were gasps from the men and move
comments of disgust and degradation about both of us.  But it only drove me
on.  The humiliation was fueling my desire and my need.

I spit in my hand and lubed up my cock.  Then I lined up on his quivering
hole.  And as I slowly pushed in, I wondered when I would be experiencing
this.  He gasped and I remembered what Sir had told me and I whispered,
"Push out, like you are taking a dump.'

He did and I felt his hole relax a bit and I slid in.  Just a little and he
cried out.  "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, concerned.

"No" he said breathlessly.  "Just go slow until I am used to it."  He
pushed back and I eased in a bit more.  Once I got the head passed the
tight ring I rested while he panted in breathes.  I felt him nod and I slid
in deeper, slowly pushing my way in.

He reached back and pushed on my thighs as a signal to hold up for a
moment.  I waited until he pulled on my thigh.  It seemed an eternity for
me to become completely embedded in him.  I kept my cock there, but flexed
it in his hole.  He moaned.

Then I began to slowly slide out.  As I did this, I felt a bump in his ass
and he jumped.  I must be hitting his prostate.  I moved back and forth
across this spot driving him crazy.  His hole spasmed around my dick.  It
felt so tight and so good.  The warmth and tightness was a whole new
experience for me.

I felt myself approaching the edge fast, but I wanted to make this last for
him.  I heard him panting below me as he thrust his butt back towards me,
urging me to continue.

I became a bit rougher in my thrusts, concentrating on hitting that bump
over and over.

"Yes, fuck me!  Fuck me harder!"  I couldn't belive this was George saying
this.  I heard more comments from the men, but again it just spurred me on.
I would show them how perverted I could be.  I started banging his ass hard
and fast.

George began to thrash his head back and forth.  He continued to clamp down
on my shaft as I pistoned his ass.  I reached under him and took his cock
in my hand.  This allowed him to fuck it as I fucked him.  I felt him
shiver again.

Then I felt the rush beginning to overwhelm me.  That complete loss of
control that precedes that ultimate burst of pleasure.  I felt his cock
swell in my hand and knew he was close as well.

I whispered in his ear, "I'm cumming. "  Then louder, "I'm cumming."

He screamed, "Fuck me!  I'm going to blow!"  I saw his hand gripping the
leather until his fingers were white.

I felt it hit me and I pushed deep and hard into him and began to shoot.  I
felt the warmth of his own spunk shooting through my fingers.  His
breathing was raspy between clinched teeth.  I was panting myself as I
pumped load after load into his tight hole.

Finally the sensitivity hit me and I had to just stay in one position.  He
clamped down on my shaft and I moaned.  I thought I was going to have to
pull out, I was so sensitive and he was driving me crazy.

I removed my hand and automatically brought it to his mouth.  He licked his
cum from my fingers greedily.  I don't know that he had any cognitive
thought of what he was doing.

I lay there a moment then pulled out.  I reached down and scooped up some
of my cum and brought it to his lips.  He again sucked it clean.  "He just
ate cum that came out of his own ass!" I heard.  I reached down and scooped
up a bit more and brought it to my lips.

I closed my eyes and savored the taste all the more with the comments
coming from the men.

But then the high subsided and realization struck home.  My cock was
satisfied and now my brain had reengaged.  And I was humiliated and ashamed
of my actions.

I could tell that George was having similar feelings as he brought his
hands under his body and lowered his crotch to the bed, as if he could hide
himself there.

"And now, boy, it is your turn to have your request granted."  It took me a
second for it to click.  Was he going to fuck me now?

"And I think that it should be a significant occasion for you.  So I have
some additional people that want to observe this unique event."  My pulse
raced at that statement.  He had shocked me once again.  George looked
terrified and had no clue what was going on.

He moved over to the corner and sat there wide eyed as Sir gave
instructions.  Sir opened a door and several other people walked in.  Paul
and Trevor were two of the 8 or 10 men that walked in.  I couldn't see any
other faces as they sat in the dim area joining the other men that were
there.  Now it seemed at least a dozen men where there to witness this.

I was scared shitless as I wondered what was going to happen.  My dick
throbbed as I trembled in anticipation.  After the men where seated, the
lights where I sat brightened.

Sir came over in leather chaps and a leather cod piece.  Seeing him dressed
like that stirred my cock.  His chest and arms glistened with what appeared
to be sweat. He had a strong musky smell about him.

He moved over to me and positioned me up on my hands and knees.  "Easy,
boy," he whispered into my ear as he felt me tremble under his hands.

He motioned George to come over.  George moved reticently over to me.  He
hand George a bottle and said, "Use this and rub it into his hole and begin
to stretch it."

George's hands shook as he opened the bottle and put some on his fingers.
I felt his fingers at my hole and tightened up.  "Relax, boy," Sir said.

I remembered his comments when he inserted the plug in my ass and pushed
out a bit.  George's finger slipped in and I gasped.  He began to wiggle
his finger around and I moaned.

Sir told him to use two fingers.  He added more lube and then inserted them
quickly into my ass.  He pushed them in deeply and moved them around.  He
struck my prostate.  I felt an electric shock shoot through my body and I
was now stone hard and beginning to drip.

Sir moved George's head down and positioned it at my ass.  "Lick it and get
it nice and wet, boy."  I heard him use boy and wondered what George
thought about that.  But soon I felt his warm mouth on my ass and his
tongue moving around.  Sir used his hands on George's head to push it
deeply in my ass and rub it around.

He worked feverishly to get his tongue working as fast as Sir was pushing
him.  His warm breath and tongue were driving me wild.  He had managed to
get his tongue into my hole and it made me moan again.

Once again I was becoming caught up in the fog of lust and only vaguely
noticed the spectators watching me.  But I was enough aware of the
situation to have it heighten my lust.

Sir, had George go back to using his fingers and adding more lube to my
hole.  I think he managed to get three fingers in and was rapidly moving
them in, out and around.  I felt my hole becoming slipperier each moment.

I was now groaning and pushing back into his fingers, wanting more.  My
eyes were clamped shut and I was seeing flashes of light through them and
thought I was seeing stars!

George with drew his fingers and I groaned loudly at the emptiness.

Only a second or two passed when I felt him again pushing at my hole.  But
he must be trying to get four fingers or his fist into my hole because it
hurt!  I gasp and cried out a bit as he pushed harder.  Then I realized it
was a cock in my ass!  Sir had mounted me.  Or at least I thought it had to
be him.

He was not gently but quickly pushed me down on to his huge swollen tool.
Then he stopped.  I panted and felt the waves from the spasm in my hole at
the expansion.  I was sucking in air through clenched teeth trying to
tolerate the pain.

He held me there and again I saw stars.  Finally, the pain subsided a bit
and he began to slowly withdraw from my hole.  I didn't want to be empty!
I wanted him inside of me!

He stopped right at the entrance and then pushed back in.  I sighed and
arched my back, raising my head.  It was beginning to fee sooooo good!

He pulled back out again.  When the head of his cock rubbed against my
prostate I felt a more powerful electric shock than with George's fingers.

He must have felt my body respond because he grabbed my waist and started
pumping in and out over that spot.  It was driving me wild.  My head was
thrashing back and forth and my breathing was becoming more ragged.

I felt his hand move and he lifted me, turned me and then I was sitting on
his cock and he was under me.  "Fuck yourself, boy," he instructed.  His
voice was heavy with lust, no longer the expressionless voice I usually
heard.

I moved my hands and once I had them propped on his thighs I began to raise
and lower myself on his dick.  My hole gripped his shaft as I rode it.  I
would change my speed faster and slower depending on where his cock was in
my hole.

I rode fast when it was positioned over that magic spot in my hole and slow
when he was deep inside me.

I have no clue how long this went on because I totally lost track of time.
My eyes continued to register the flashes of light and I was sure my brain
was misfiring.

At one point he commanded, "Open you eyes, boy, and look at me."  I did as
instructed and saw the pleasure on his face.

He gripped my hips and began to control the rhythm of the action.  I
watched his face and his expressions as he worked me on his cock, almost as
if he was using me to jack off with.

This time, with my eyes open, I saw the flashes and realized it was the
flash from a camera.  I was being photographed as I was being fucked.  Oh
Fuck!  But it just added to the mix and I was fast approaching the edge.

I began to want to control the intensity and speed again, but he had
strength enough to keep the pace the way he wanted.  Once I closed my eyes
to savor the feelings washing over me and he nearly yelled, "Look at me,
boy!"

I obeyed.  He smiled and said, "I want to see your expression when I fill
your hole with my man spunk.  I want to see your respond.  I want you to
see how you please me, boy."  His smile broadened and he added, "And I want
to have your eyes open for the cameras, so they can see your pleasure.  Not
that that is important to me, boy."

Indeed, flashes were going off all around and I continued to look at his
face.  He was sweating and I longed to lick the sweat from his face, from
his chest and even his arm pits.  His musky smell was becoming over
powering and I felt the beginning of the rush over take me.

He swelled inside of me and hammered away on that wonderful spot.  It hit
me then as I felt the hot spurt of liquid in my ass and I began to shoot.
It washed over me and consumed me.  I wanted it to go on forever.

He pushed deep inside of me and I had clamped down tightly on his rod when
I shot.

He pushed deeper twice and I knew he was unloading another blast in my ass.
I shivered with release of all the pent up tension in my body.

I felt faint for a moment but was brought back to reality as I felt myself
being moved once again.  He shifted position and next I knew he was
standing and I was still impaled on him.  He looked me in the eyes and
smiled.

"You did well, boy."  I felt my heart swell at his praise.  I only want to
make him proud of me!  And then a click of reality and I realized what I
was doing and wondered about what I was becoming.

"Lick my pits clean, boy."  He lifted his right arm, while he still held me
with his left.  I buried my face in his pit.  The smell was overpowering
and intoxicating.  I lapped it up.

As I did, I caught a glimpse of George sitting in the corner.  His mouth
hung open with his eyes wide open. I wondered if he was disgusted or
desirous.  I moved my head a bit as I worked around his pit and saw that
George had his hand on his cock.  It was rock hard, dripping and he was
slowly stroking it.  He was turned on!

I moved to the other pit when directed and on this side caught glimpses of
the men who had been there to see my first fuck. I closed my eyes for a
second at the humiliation that first washed over me.

Then I opened them and tried to smile.  I recognized Paul and my trainer.
A couple of other men, I thought I might have seen over the last couple of
days.  Was that the cop that had stopped us?  Was that the guy from the
shop where I was shaved?  The faces blurred then as I fought tears.

I didn't know if they were tears of shame or joy or just release.  Sir
moved my head until I was over his nipple and he pressed my face into it.
I began sucking on his nipple and realized I must look like one fucked up
dude nursing on this guy's tit.

He moved me to the other one and I savored the taste of it until he lifted
me off of his dick and sat me down on the bed.  He reached down and wiped
some of my cum off of his chest and fed it to me.

Again like a baby, I sucked his fingers clean.  He moved me around and
wiped up my crack.  He again brought his fingers to my mouth and I knew I
was sucking his cum that came from my ass.

Waves of emotions washed over me, humiliation, shame, pride, lust, worry
and wonder.

He continued to feed me his cum and mine and I continued to lap it up.  I
know at one point it was too much for me and tears began to stream down my
face.

He picked me up and put me down again on my hands and knees.  He patted my
ass and said, "No need to cry, boy.  You have done well for your first
time."  He paused and rubbed his hand over my ass.  It caused me to tremble
again.  He affect me on such a primal level, it was difficult for me to
understand.

"There are several others here that want to experience you on this special
night, boy."  He let that sink in before continuing.  "They have paid me a
great deal of money, boy, so make sure you please each and everyone of
them."

I saw men moving around me.  Some of them were in jocks, some naked and
some of them in leather.  I trembled again.  I had no idea how many of them
there were.

One man moved behind me and I felt him at my bruised hole.  He gripped my
hips and pulled me onto his cock.  I cried out.  He wasn't as large as Sir,
but it was the suddenness of the impalement that got to me.

"Silence, boy, or you will be punished.  Let's help him about a bit and
fill his mouth, so he cannot scream."  I saw a dick approaching my mouth.
I opened my mouth automatically and the cock was pushed deep into my throat
gagging me.  There was some laughter at this.

"And you, George, get over here and take him to his own pleasure."  In a
moment, I felt a mouth encircle my engorged cock.  George was sucking me
cock.

Soon it all became a fog again.  Tears streamed down my face when I gagged,
but my feelings were not taken into consideration.

My hole was pounded and my throat worked.  I lost count of the number of
men that used me.  I could only tell when one was larger or smaller than
the last.  I also lost count of the number of times I shot into George's
working mouth. He had to be getting tired of working my cock as well.

The flashes had continued on and on.  I had my eyes closed concentrating on
the cock pumping my mouth.

When the last cocks were removed from me I was limp.  I could hardly
continue to stay on my hands and knees.

"Turn over on you back, boy."  I did as instructed, opening my eyes for the
first time in a log time.  The men were gathered around the leather bed I
was on.  Most were naked now and had a sheen of sweat on them. Some played
with themselves as they watched me.

"Now, I think you should show these men, how much pleasure you got out of
their treatment of you, boy.  Jack off for these men.  Let them see how you
pleasure yourself, boy."  He smiled.  "And when you have cum you can go
have a shower and get all cleaned up."

When I reached down I couldn't believe that I was hard.  But I wasn't sure
I could come again.  I had already cum several times.  My dick felt sore as
I began to stroke it.  I closed my eyes and played over the events of the
evening.

As I saw in my mind's eye my fucking of George and then Sir's preparation
of me for my first fucking and then the fucking, my excitement increased.
It was still going to take some doing, but I continued to relive those
moments.  The ones following of the continual use by all of these men was
beyond me at the moment.

I lay there for 10 - 15 minutes working on my cock, massaging my balls and
then it clicked.  I was on display again and these men were watching me
perform my most intimate action.  All those emotions rushed at me then and
I felt the rush of climax barreling down on me.

"Open your eyes, boy," Sir demanded.  I did as instructed and looked into
his eyes and I began to orgasm.  I can't say cum because not much came out,
but the feeling was there none the less. I lay panting as I pulled on my
cock until the high passed.

And like clockwork, as soon as the rush was past, reality clicked in and I
felt a wave of revulsion at my activities until I heard, "Good job, boy."
My heart swelled and I had to close me eyes to squeeze out the tears that
formed there.

"Come let's get you to the shower, boy."  He reached down and pulled me up.
He put an arm across my back and until the opposite arm and held me up.

We walked.  Rather he walked and I struggled along with his help.  I felt
hands roaming over my body as we passed through the gauntlet of men.
Nothing was off limits for them.  They tweaked my nipples, squeezed my cock
and balls, and slapped my ass.  Fingers were inserted in my mouth and I
licked them clean.  I had no idea where they had been or what they were
covered with.  The tastes became a kaleidoscope of various male fluids;
sweat, cum, piss, and I was sure the taste of someone's ass.  Or was it my
ass?

I was led through the house to a section I hadn't seen.  In the center of
the room was glass enclosed shower.  Sir led me, left and closed the door.
I leaned against the side of the shower.  I opened my eyes and saw that the
men had followed us in and were gathered around the shower.

Evidently the show wasn't over yet.  Oh, fuck, I thought to myself. Then
the freezing water hit me.


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