Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2012 04:02:07 +0000 From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: Using the hole Legal Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual content. If this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to access such content, please do not read. This story is fictional in every way. The characters in this story are not based on real people, alive or dead, and the events in this story are not based on real life events that the author has been a part of or seen. Any similarities in names or descriptions are purely coincidental. The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancelable license to display the work. If you like this story and want me to continue it, let me know at markangle@hotmail.co.uk or at http://www.markangle.org . ***************************************************************** Using the Hole 1 by Mark Angle, 2012 I decided to take to hole to share him for a bit. I made arrange- ments. He was supposed to arrive at three. There were four of us waiting for him. First me, Sir. Then this really short, really muscular guy. There was the young master. He's only in his late twenties but he already knows what he's doing. Then there was Master J. J is huge and hairy and he definitely smells like a man. The hole is going to start getting all wet when he sees J. J was wearing tall boots, a leather chaps and a harness with studs and a Muir cap. That was it. He had a five-o'clock shadow and a mustache. He looked like he'd just come out of a Tom of Finland book. The hole did knock at three precisely. We were in J's playspace. I opened the door. The hole was there, wearing a white t-shirt, loose jeans and used sneakers. He looked pathetic. He always does. That's part of the hole's charm. The hole is in his late forties. He's very skinny and just looks naturally weak. It turns me on. I didn't say anything but pulled him in violently. I pushed on his head. He knelt. I pushed some more the hole was now on the floor, looking up to us. I said, "Didn't I tell you he was ugly?" The young guy said, "He is. He looks stupid too." The hole starting getting erect. It was easy to see. He was wear- ing nothing under his jeans. I asked him, "What's your name?" The hole said, "I'm the hole," in sad, high-pitched voice. I went closer to him and I said, "Look up to me." And he did. And I slapped him across the face. Hard. A few tears appeared around his eyes. The bulge in his pants became bigger. I said, "He's ugly and he's pathetic. And he doesn't have a prop- er name. He's just the hole." I added, "Do you have a dick, hole?" The hole looked down sadly and said, "No, Sir. So I asked, "What's that thing between those legs, there?" And he said, in the same way, "That's your dick to use as you want, Sir." I went on, "Why don't you have dick, then." He looked back at me and said, "I don't get to have a dick. I'm just the hole, Sir." I was getting horny. "Show us. Get up you pathetic little fuck." The hole got up, he took up his three pieces of clothing in maybe five seconds. The t-shirt, the sneakers and the jeans were gone to some corner of the room. I was getting impatient, "Show us, you fuckhole." The hole looked for a place to lean, but there were none where he was, so he just laid down on his back, held the top of his thighs, spread his legs wide and showed us his hole. The hole was already partly open. It was begging to be filled. I grabbed a bit of lube from a table nearby, put it on my index finger and caressed the edges of the opening hole. The hole started moaning. The young guy said, "He sounds as pathetic as he looks." The hole's dick got harder. The young guy went on, "Can I try?" I said, "Sure, kid. That's what you're here for, isn't it?" The young guy was wearing tight jeans and a tight t-shirt with a skull on it. He had a blue Mohawk and a thin mustache. He couched by the open hole and said, "Higher, slut." The hole rose a bit hight. The young guy spat on the open hole and played with the edge. The hole moaned again. The young guy said, "You sound pa- thetic. You really sound that a horny slut. Can you moan in a higher pitch, hole?" He placed his index finger deep in the hole and there was a moan. And it sounded like until now, the hole had been faking it and that the high-pitch sound was like the hole was really supposed to have sounded from the start. She short guy crouched by the hole's head and starting giving him little slaps on the face, and saying, "Fucking little slut hole. And you've not even had any cock yet." The short guy has a very deep voice. He was wearing cammo pants, ranger boots and an army- green t-shirt. He had a shaved head and a mustache, like J. He is very muscular and has huge arms. I told him, "Be nice to the hole and let him lick you boots." The hole smiled a bit. He knows that deep down inside, I really like him. I despise him, but I like him at the same time. If it makes him happy lo lick the short guy's boots, let him. The hole moved his head to the side and started licking the short guy's boots. He was obviously loving it. The rock-hard dick be- tween the hole's legs has a drop of pre-cum pearling on it. I went to fetch one of the hole's discarded sneakers, I placed right by his face so he could see it. I rubbed my finger on the sole, all over the sole of the hole's worn-out sneaker and threw it back towards where I grabbed it from. Then it touch the pearl of pre-cum that was coming from the hole's dick with the same finger and presented it to him. I looked him right in the eye. He looked me back. I know that look. That's a look of complete ado- ration. The hole really appreciates my efforts to taking down lower all the time. After looking at me with gratitude, the hole licked his cum and shoe dirt off of my finger and was grateful for my making him do that. The young guy had gone on working on the open hole. He'd already shoved two fingers in it and was now going for a third. He was rough. I knew he would be. The hole likes that. I asked the hole, "You're a pathetic, puny, ugly, horny slut, aren't you, hole." He looked up to me and said, "I am, Sir." "What are you?" He was panting with excitement, "I'm pathetic, Sir. I'm a puny hole, Sir. I'm ugly, Sir." I smiled and added, "You really are." And the young guy added, "He really is. He's so ugly!" The hole went on, "And I'm a horny slut, Sir." The young guy said, "I can't be- lieve that such a fun hole can be on such an ugly body." He turned to the hole's face. "Do you really understand just how ug- ly you are or are you too stupid for that?" The hole looked at him for a second and said, "I don't know, Sir." The four of us smiled. --------------------------------------- Let me know if you want me to tell what happened to the hole next. markangle@hotmail.co.uk www.markangle.org