Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 19:01:37 -0400
From: stories@nc.rr.com
Subject: Brian's Visit 6
Brian's visit - version 2.0.0 (June-August 2009)
(NC-reluctant, auth, cum denial, humil, feet, extensive drug use, unsafe-sex)
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SPOILER ALERT: If you read the original version of this story, you might be
interested in the changes I've made. If you'd like to read them, scroll to
the end. If you'd rather be surprised, wait `til you're finished.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Brian's Visit" was my first story on Nifty, originally
posted seven years ago. Though this version keeps the same plot and
characters, I've made widespread corrections to grammar and text to make
reading easier, such as fixing my bad habit of putting dialogue and
narration in the same paragraph and my apparent inability to use
contractions. Additionally, Brian's character has been fleshed out a bit
and the last chapter contains new information revealing his motivation for
the events chronicled in this story. If you were a fan of the original,
don't worry, nothing fundamental to the design changed, but this one should
be easier on the eyes.
Thanks for all your support!
CHAPTER SIX -- SUNDAY (JESSE'S BASEMENT PARTY)
Exhausted and fighting the haze of my hangover, and the pounding
headache that came with it, I struggled to wake up, only to discover I was
unclothed and lying outside on my deck. The sun was just beginning to cast
its radiance over the treetops in the back yard. How had I ended up
outside? How long had I been lying here? When I tried to rise, I found
that my arms were bound firmly behind my back; my feet were separated and
attached to the upright slats in the patio railing. I finally managed to
shift positions and stretch as much as my bonds would allow, working out
the stiffness in my sore muscles.
In my disoriented state, it took some time before I began to put
together the pieces of the puzzle. For the first few moments, I forgot all
about Brian, Tim, and the others, thinking instead that I'd been robbed
last night and some intruder had done this. As I climbed back to
consciousness, I smelled urine and assumed I'd pissed myself during the
night. When a gentle morning breeze blew over my still dripping,
jizz-soaked ass, it sent a chill through my whole body. I twisted my head
backward and saw white, half-congealed cum coating my thighs.
Somehow, I knew it was leaking from my ass.
I began to remember...
My mind returned to Brian's test of control. He'd forced me
masturbate for nearly two hours without release while enduring constant
taunting and the threat of being left naked, tied to a tree, while they
went to party elsewhere. I remembered Jesse, our connection for drugs,
joining the other guys to further my humiliation. I'd tongued his feet and
ass before sucking each guy until he was ready to fuck. Everyone had taken
Viagra and the guys were primed to go all night. Then I must've passed
out. I could almost remember the first round of fucking, taking each of
the six guys, one after the other, while they broke in my ass. The
memories grew cloudy after that, but I'm certain several of them fucked me
again. I also dimly recalled more blowjobs and the crusty substance on my
face seemed to provide confirmation. After that, I remembered nothing,
certainly not being bound and left like a bag of garbage on the deck. My
head still pounding, I lowered it to the deck and returned to sleep.
My second awakening was more intense. Being half asleep, I barely
noticed the shadows moving over me. I awoke immediately, however, when the
scalding hot piss of Jesse and Tim began raining down on me. I
instinctively tried to shield my face, forgetting that my hands were tied
behind my back. They laughed at my futile struggle and Jesse's stream
struck me in the eyes. When I begged them to stop, Tim directed his spray
into my open mouth. Their bladders drained, the pair returned to the
house, leaving me to dry on the deck.
From the position of the sun, I judged it to be late morning,
possibly going on noon. I detected voices inside the house and thought
briefly about calling for them to untie me. I rapidly decided against it,
knowing they'd release me only when they were ready.
Turning my attention to the voices in the house, I failed to
understand much. As far as I could tell, my name had yet to be mentioned.
Every now and then, the voices would go quiet before erupting in shrill,
hysterical laughter. When Kevin congratulated Brian on breaking me in so
"efficiently", I blushed despite the fact that I was alone. I heard bits
and pieces of a conversation about some girl, but soon realized they were
talking about me, referring to my ass as a "pussy". Continuing to
eavesdrop, I heard Jesse ask the others about getting together at his place
tonight; the guys seemed up for it. The voices then turned to
indecipherable mumbling and I shuddered to think what they were planning.
Finally, I heard a full sentence I could clearly understand...
"Well guys," said the voice, which apparently belonged to Jesse.
"It's been a blast but I need to get going. I've got a lot to do before
tonight."
Brian's voice responded...
"You think you have enough time to pull it off?"
"Sure," Jesse answered. "I've got everything we need in the
basement. We might not have as big an audience as we'd like, but we'll
have enough to make it interesting. Your boy will like it..."
A chill ran down my exposed spine as I considered those words and
listened to my front door open and close. Just as Jesse's car engine
roared to life, Brian walked through the patio door and stepped onto the
deck.
He silently untied my feet from the railing and I caught a glimpse
of his face as he worked. His expression was difficult to read; he didn't
look angry, happy, scheming or anything else in particular. Actually, he
looked as though there wasn't even another human being present, like he was
alone and untying an awning cable or something. Once my feet were free, he
hoisted me upright and directed me into the living room with a mean slap on
the ass. Rude applause erupted as I entered my home and was led down the
hall to the bathroom.
Once there, I was certain he'd speak to me, maybe like yesterday
morning. I needed a bit of the kindness he had shown then, perhaps another
offer to end this ordeal. But he was acting different today and the change
scared me. While I stood on aching legs over the bath mat, dripping
remnants of piss and cum, he ran water in the tub. When it was full, he
roughly spun me around and untied my wrists. Thankful as I was for this, I
was becoming angry over this treatment. Once my arms were free, he
directed me into the bathtub. As I sank into the soothing, soapy water, he
left the room with only one instruction...
"Get cleaned up, Ricky. You smell like a goddamn pig!"
I sat in the comforting water for some time before picking up the
soap and beginning to wash, thinking about all that had happened, becoming
angrier every minute. If I smelled like a "goddamn pig" then he was the
one responsible! All of these guys, Brian included, were guests in my
home; I should be making the rules. Instead, they had me giving blowjobs,
rubbing their feet, even letting them fuck me. What had begun as simple
curiosity, two buddies messing around, had escalated into something
dreadful. Not only was I turning into a fucking whore, but with every new
humiliation, every new experience, I seemed to enjoy it more! This wasn't
right! How could I have let this happen? After soaping my crotch, I
reached behind to clean my ass. The dried layer of spooge caking the hair
had barely softened and required a washcloth to dislodge!
Worse still, my erection returned. I hoped it was simply the
remnants of the Viagra, but recalled hearing somewhere that it didn't last
that long. Maybe it was just the fact that I hadn't had an orgasm in days.
I did not want to be hard right now and tried to will it away, but nothing
seemed to work. I could not allow Brian to come back and catch me with a
hardon; he was acting far too unpredictable this morning. My only choice
was to get off before he returned. I wrapped my hand around my soapy cock
and started beating off with a vengeance, hoping against hope that I could
cum before he returned. My balls began rising. I was within moments of
blasting...
My earlier indecision, my hesitation, had cost me. Brian burst
into the bathroom and hauled me to my feet.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he yelled. "I never
told you to jerk off!"
That was the last straw. I'd tolerated this long enough. It had
to end now. Opening my mouth, I began to shout back...
"This is my house, Brian! I'll do anything I want in my own home.
I want everyone, including you...no, especially you, out of here now!"
The words sounded foolish and I knew it, lacking the confidence
necessary to accomplish anything except piss him off. My knees were
shaking with fear as I stood, dripping water and suds, with my stubbornly
rigid cock jutting outward from my crotch. Anger was clearly building in
his eyes and I knew he was about to explode. After grabbing my arm, he
pulled me toward him ruthlessly.
"Listen up, Ricky! I gave you the chance to end this yesterday,
but you begged me to let them stay, even though you knew what we were gonna
do with you. Do you remember doing that?"
"Yes..."
"Do you remember me saying there'd be no turning back if you made
that decision?"
"Yes..."
"A real man honors his obligations, the promises and commitments he
makes. I guess you're not a much of a man, huh? You're still just a
fucking boy with too much attitude and a lot to learn!"
After spinning me around quickly, he took a swing at my wet ass.
SMACK
My pulsating cock swung uncontrollably with nothing to hold it
still, slinging soap and precum against the tile.
"Stop it!" I yelled. "Brian, this is fucking nuts..."
He ignored me and continued...
"No way, buddy. You need to be taught a lesson about following
through with the promises you make! You'll be better off for it..."
SMACK... SMACK... SMACK...
The spanking stung like hell, especially since my ass was wet, but
we both knew it was more for humiliation than for pain. With each swing,
my denied cock throbbed more passionately, the pressure building inside me.
Though I needed to cum, I didn't want it to happen while being spanked.
The sound his hand made as it connected with my butt was echoed each time
by the sound of my cock slapping my stomach. I became aware of the other
guys in the hallway, peering in at us and encouraging Brian on every swing.
I felt like crying, but fought back the tears, choosing to maintain what
little dignity I had left.
Suddenly, the blows stopped and I was turned to face him. After
pulling me from the tub, he pushed me onto the toilet and began rummaging
through the cabinets over the sink, selecting my shaving kit from the
shelf. Glaring down with the sternest look I'd ever seen him use, he spoke
only a single word...
"Shave!"
While staring up nervously and listening to the amused chuckling
coming from the hall, I dared to ask for clarification, clinging to the
foolish hope that since I hadn't shaved since Friday, he just meant my
face.
"I don't know what you mean," I stammered, "...shave what?"
Brian rolled his eyes and lowered his head, shaking it from side to
side. His exasperation was unmistakable.
"You stupid whore," he said slowly. "Let me make this easy.
Imagine you're wearing a pair of briefs; shave everything they would cover,
including your ass, your balls, your pubes, and even the base of that dick
you can't stop touching. We're gonna inspect you once you're done and you
don't wanna fuck this up. Understand?"
"Yes," I answered, my voice resonating with defeat.
Just before he left, he added, "By the way, shave your face too. A
boy shouldn't have facial hair..."
As Brian walked from the room, slamming the door behind him, I
struggled with my emotions, curiously realizing I wasn't angry with him.
Rather, I was disturbed by the lack of control I had over the events and
pace of this weekend. Things were happening too fast. Though I'd enjoyed
almost everything we'd done, I'd been given little time to psychologically
absorb, to process, this latest information. My body was enjoying sexual
activities that my psyche had yet to accept, that I hadn't been given
permission to find pleasurable. With each new experience, my brain
protested, but my body only responded with a thick, juicy erection.
Maybe that's what Kevin meant by "breaking me in", maybe he meant
the process of forcing me beyond that mental obstacle.
I took a moment to decide what to do. I didn't want to shave, but
I knew Brian's strength. Plus, he had four other guys with him. Being
defiant could cost me dearly. I needed to comply with this command. He
now had enough video footage of our escapades to blackmail me for the rest
of my life. No, I needed to do as I was told and decide later if
challenging him would be wise. Now was just not that time. After all,
hair grows back, reputations don't.
After returning to the tub, I started to shave. Beginning with my
balls, I waited for the warm water to smooth the wrinkled sack before
stretching the skin and carefully removing the hair. I then pulled my
spiking dick sideways and shaved along the shaft, inspecting myself
carefully to make sure the strays were gone. Next, I tried to shave my
ass, which turned out to be more difficult than I expected. Basically, I
ran the razor over my ass blind, using my fingers to determine if the hair
was gone and re-shaving the spots I'd missed, knowing I could check in the
mirror before leaving the room.
Finally, it was time for my pubes; I was gonna miss these the most.
Despite the fact that many adult film stars shave their pubes, I liked a
bush. In my mind, a man was more of a man if his pubes were intact. They
were far too thick to shave outright, so I retrieved a pair of scissors
from under the sink and sheared off the bulk of the hair with them. When
all that remained was stubble, I finished the job with the razor.
After shaving my face, I stood before the mirror and evaluated my
efforts. As furious as Brian had been when he left, I certainly didn't
want to face his rage over missing a spot. From what I could tell, not a
solitary hair remained anywhere a pair of briefs would cover. My cock
looked huge, hardly recognizable as my own, like I was looking at a
stranger's dick. That thought alone made it pulse and swell, slowly arcing
up, struggling against its own aching mass. It had been oscillating
between rock-hard and half-hard since Friday evening and had deflated
during my search for rogue hairs, but was now beginning to throb again. I
was amazed, staring at my reflection with my mouth open as the head flared
and my testicles rolled actively in the hairless sack. As if to inform me
that it was ready to play, it belched a bead of silvery precum, the
slippery fluid welling in the slit, my cock so absurdly stiff it was
completely vertical, pressing tightly against my abdomen.
I touched it just as the door opened...
"Jesus Christ," Brian said as he smiled through the doorway.
"Don't you ever get tired of playing with that thing? Come out here and
let us check your work..."
Once in the living room, I was greeted by the familiar sound of
derisive laughter coming from my "guests" at the sight of my shorn crotch
and ass. While I stood in front of the couch, all five guys inspected the
quality of my shave. They fingered my balls and bent my stiff cock in all
directions, forcing precum to dribble everywhere. Afterward, they bent me
over and spread my cheeks while inspecting my anus. I winced when I felt a
single hair pulled out by the root. It seemed that I'd missed one; I was
thankful it was just the one.
"You did a damn good job, Ricky!" Brian praised, clearly pleased
with my work. "Have you ever done that before?"
"No, never..."
"Wow, I'm impressed. Do you like it?"
"It feels kinda weird..."
"You'll get used to it. Listen. Jesse is putting together a
little party tonight and you're gonna be the guest of honor. Since you
probably didn't sleep very well last night, go to the bedroom and take a
nap. We'll come get you when it's time to wake up. I need to talk to the
guys anyway."
I was exhausted and appreciated the opportunity for some rest, but
I also felt the need to discuss what was happening with Brian. After
working up my courage, I opened my mouth to speak...
"Can we go somewhere and talk?"
"What do we need to talk about?" he asked rather coldly.
"Everything," I answered.
"There's nothing to discuss until the weekend is over. I made that
perfectly clear to you yesterday and you agreed to the terms."
The others began to chuckle.
"Yeah, but this is just too intense," I objected. "I can't keep
acting like this..."
Brian must have expected this reaction. He picked up the DVD
remote and pressed play. The screen came to life, displaying an image of
Brian fucking my ass with me screaming wildly...
"FUCK YES! Please, I want you to cum inside my... Cum inside
my... Shit! OK, I'll say it. Cum inside my pussy..."
He rewound and played it again, looking even more self-satisfied
than the first time...
"FUCK YES! Please, I want you to cum inside my... Cum inside
my... Shit! OK, I'll say it. Cum inside my pussy..."
Though I could not remember having said those words last night, the
video evidence was incontrovertible. Not only had I said them, but I'd
meant them as well. It would be impossible to pretend otherwise. With all
chances of a last minute reprieve dissipating, I simply took a deep breath
and attempted to appear calm, trying to hide how rattled I was on the
inside.
"Tell you what," Brian began, "the deal you made was only for the
weekend and I'm gonna make you see it through. But after that, you're in
charge again. It's only for one more day. Of course, if you'd rather, I
could send this video to your mom or maybe your boss. I'm sure they'd love
to hear..."
He abruptly stopped speaking, allowing the video footage and my own
words to finish his sentence...
"FUCK YES! Please, I want you to cum inside my... Cum inside
my... Shit! OK, I'll say it. Cum inside my pussy..."
Brian grinned arrogantly and asked one more time...
"So, you gonna live up to your agreement or what?"
Christ almighty, what choice did I have? Until this weekend was
over, he owned me...
"Alright," I agreed. "I'll do whatever you say through tomorrow."
I shifted my weight and something wet landed on my foot. Looking
down, I realized that my cock had gone partially soft during this
discussion and was now pouring out the gooey fluids that had collected in
the tube during my intense erection. Kevin noticed and felt the need to
comment...
"Damn, he's juicy this morning..."
"Lick that up, Ricky. It's nasty," commanded Brian.
"What?"
He took a menacing step toward me and began to shout...
"LICK THE JUICE OFF YOUR FOOT BEFORE I PUT MINE IN YOUR ASS!"
I jumped at his sudden rage and squatted on the floor, sticking my
toes in my mouth and licking the precum from them. Regrettably, while
doing this, even more fluid escaped my body and dripped onto the carpet. I
decided to just lick that up as well, though the catcalls and mocking
laughter made it difficult.
Brian was shaking his head and chuckling at the absurd sight.
"Alright pussyboy," he ordered. "Go take a nap. And don't even
think about jerking off. Keep the door open so I can watch you..."
As I headed off to my bedroom, my emotions were conflicted. Though
filled with dread about tonight, I was thankful there was only one more day
of this and wondered if I'd enjoy whatever they had planned for this
evening. Brian needn't have worried about me jerking off; I was asleep
within minutes of reclining on my own familiar, comfortable bed...
Some time later, Brian shook me awake and sat on the bed beside me
while I regained my bearings. I was still completely nude, but since I'd
become so used to that by now, I thought nothing of it and made no attempt
to cover myself.
"It's time to start getting ready for the party," he advised. "You
know you're gonna get fucked again tonight, right?"
"Umm yeah," I stammered. "I kinda figured as much..."
"Well, you need to get ready. Remember what we did yesterday in
the bathroom?"
"Yeah..."
"We need to do that again, cleanliness and all that. I can either
do it for you or you can do it yourself. I'll leave that decision up to
you."
"I think I can do it myself," I answered.
Actually, I couldn't believe he was giving me the choice and was
glad to have some privacy, to be spared at least one indignity tonight. It
would most likely be the only one.
"OK, finish waking up and go take care of business. By the way, I
told the guys that I'm gay so I don't have to keep up the straight act..."
"Really, were they OK with it? I'm surprised they're still
here..."
"It's already Sunday afternoon. Where they gonna go? Besides,
they're curious about what Jesse's putting together for you tonight. We'll
be waiting in the living room. Since we've still got some time, we can
have a drink and smoke a bowl before we leave. I'll be driving, so I'll
pass on the weed until we get there, but we can still relax a while before
we go..."
As he left the room, I became somewhat nervous. I could hear the
guys chatting in the living room, but once I realized they weren't talking
about me for a change, I managed to relax. Darting across the hall to the
bathroom, I shut the door behind me, not fully believing I was about to do
this, but still glad to be doing it in private and by myself.
While allowing the water to reach a comfortable temperature, I
searched for the enema bottle. Repeating the steps from yesterday, I was
mortified to discover I was not as tight today; in fact, I barely felt the
narrow tip as it disappeared inside. As the final step, I coated my ass
with lube until it was slippery enough to insert two fingers with ease,
which was more than sufficient to send my cock pulsing again. Though not
unexpected, I was still curious about my body's reaction and wondered if I
could force myself to cum this way. And, if I could, what did that say
about me?
I instantly stopped, not wanting to answer that question. My body
might be willing, but my mind just wasn't ready quite yet. I looked in the
mirror, appalled by my missing pubes, and patiently waited for my cock to
deflate. Since everyone knew what I was doing in here, the last thing I
needed was to walk out with an erection. After it finally relaxed, I
opened the door and walked down the hallway, cleaned and prepped, ready to
begin another night as house slut.
With five guys present, limited seating, and no clear place for me
to go, I decided to simply stand and wait to be acknowledged. All of them,
with the exception of Brian, were dressed in the same clothes they had been
wearing when I first met them. Since for the better part of the last
thirty-six hours we'd all been naked, standing before them now, nude and
ignored, while they were fully clothed only added to my discomfort.
Kevin stood while still talking to the others and walked to the
kitchen, rummaging through my liquor and mixing two drinks at the bar.
Returning to the living room, he handed one to me as he passed. I took it
suspiciously, looking around at the others, who had similar drinks, and
cautiously began to sip. The drink tasted fantastic and I was soon down to
the watery, half-melted cubes at the bottom. Brian took my glass and
prepared another, passing it to me without as much as a single word.
Though I didn't trust them, these were unbelievable drinks, if not a bit
strong. Already lightheaded after the first, I chalked it up to drinking
liquor on an empty stomach and decided to slow down.
Three or four sips into the second drink, I was beginning to feel
really intoxicated, a bizarre kind of intoxicated, immersed in my own
thoughts, hardly paying attention to the others. I was also feeling a bit
giddy, standing there with a goofy smile on my face, basking in a warm,
relaxed happiness. It was about this time that Brian finally spoke to
me...
"Finish your drink, Ricky..."
"Yesss Brian..." I slurred back at him.
Everyone in the room laughed at my response. Despite the fact that
they were laughing at me, I began to chuckle as well, unable to shake my
increasing joyfulness. After I quickly tossed back the rest of the drink,
Brian took the glass from my hand and returned it to the kitchen. He
glanced at the clock as he sat and re-joined their conversation.
I rapidly faded into a haze, a fog where time and my senses seemed
out of whack. The conversation became a series of disjointed syllables
strung together in space. I weaved back and forth on my feet, surprised I
could still stand at all. For a brief moment, I felt as though I was on a
roller coaster, moving up and down. The sensation made me nauseous but
passed quickly. Once it did, the stupid, ridiculous smile returned to my
face. I knew they had drugged me, but almost preferred it this way. Given
time, I'd learn to enjoy what was about to happen without any substance
abuse, but this was happening too fast. The artificial removal of my
inhibitions would help, at least for tonight.
I chuckled to myself and my grin widened as I became lost in my own
thoughts...
"Man, this is alright..." I mused silently. "Shit! Whatever they
gave me, it feels pretty good. Goddamn, I'm fucked up! They're gonna do
it one way or another. At least this way I might be able to enjoy it. The
guy on that DVD sure is enjoying it. Wait, that's me! They're watching
that fucking video from last night again. Damn, these guys love to watch
themselves fuck..."
At some point, though I'm not sure of the precise moment it
happened, I unintentionally began to speak my thoughts out loud, not
realizing I was doing so...
"We did make a pretty hot movie, I gotta admit. Fuck me! Did I
really do that last night? Shit, I really need to get fucked!!! Why is
everybody looking at me all of sudden? And why are they laughing? I
thought they wanted to watch this video. Wow, I must've really enjoyed
having Brian's dick in me. Just hold it there for a second with the head
in my ass. Goddamn!!! Brian, I love your fucking cock! FUCK! I love
watching it slip in and out of my pussy..."
"Earth to Ricky..." said a simultaneously strange-sounding and
familiar voice.
SLAP... SLAP... SLAP...
"It felt so good when you fucked me, Brian..." I moaned almost
incoherently.
"I know it did, baby," the voice responded. "But you gotta pull it
together..."
SLAP... SLAP... SLAP...
Struggling to force myself back to reality, I was startled to see
Brian standing beside me, gently slapping my cheeks. When I saw his face,
my mouth warped into the same foolish grin I'd worn earlier and I leaned
forward into him, fully intending to kiss him on the lips. He held me at
bay...
"Fuck!" he said in disbelief. "Ricky, you were talking some
serious trash just now. It was kinda hot actually, but I can't let you
black out again like that...it's not safe..."
I weakly rolled my head until it was somewhat upright and smiled
back at him like only someone baked out of his mind can smile.
"Dude, he's rolling hard! Did he just try to kiss you?" Kevin
asked as he returned with another round of drinks for the guys and a glass
of lukewarm tap water for me.
"Yeah, I think he did," Brian answered.
"Go ahead and do it, dude. We already know you're gay. If you
wanna kiss him, do it. I dare you," prompted Kevin.
Brian smiled at me mischievously.
"Do you wanna kiss me, Ricky?" he teased.
"Hell yesss," I answered sloppily while moving toward him again.
This time, Brian didn't push me away. When our lips touched, I
closed my eyes and utterly melted. His wet, warm tongue snaked from his
mouth and forced its way into mine, initiating an urgent response from my
shaven crotch, my cock swelling to its full dimensions in mere seconds.
Though the kiss didn't last long, by the time we separated there was a
strand of goo more than a foot in length swinging from the tip of my
erection.
"He liked it," Kevin pointed out, clearly stating the obvious.
"Enough of this shit!" interrupted Phillip, clearly less tolerant
of this display of affection than Kevin. "I don't wanna sit here and watch
the two of you make out. Shouldn't we be getting to the party?"
"No, not just yet," answered Brian. "He needs to get comfortable
with the drugs in his system. If we stick him in the car right now, he'll
just puke and that won't be fun for anybody. Besides, he needs to be able
to talk once we get there or the other guys will know we dosed him. I'll
just sit him down on the couch between me and Tim. Let him watch a little
more of his movie..."
Two pair of hands gently moved me toward the couch and I sank into
it, my eyes still glued to the television. My head lolled about on my
unstable neck and my gaze latched onto Brian...
"Kiss me again..." I whispered.
The room erupted in riotous laughter. I looked around, smiling
stupidly, not understanding what was so funny.
"Not right now, baby," Brian answered with an amused chuckle. "Try
to stay awake and watch the video..."
Despite the near constant giggling from around the room, the images
on the television soon drew my focus, the footage of the sloppy cunt
getting plowed too intense to ignore. By now, I was only vaguely aware
that I was the guy in the movie; I occasionally slipped so far from reality
that I thought I was watching commercial porn. I looked up at Brian again
and said...
"This is a hot fucking movie, man. Where'd you get it?"
The sound of laughter was deafening.
Once the chuckling in the room died down, my right hand inched
toward my cock but Tim easily snatched it away. I responded by grabbing my
drippy piece with my left hand but only managed to get in half a stroke
before Brian pulled my arm back. I sat there, rolling wicked hard, baked
out of my mind, watching myself get fucked in a homemade porno, my cock
spiking from my hairless crotch, coating itself with slippery goo, while
Brian and Tim held my hands still.
I don't know precisely how long we sat like this, but we watched
parts of the movie I certainly didn't remember from last night. The bulky,
veiny shaft of someone's cock pulled out of the slimy ass on display, it
might have been Phillip's, and the camera straight away zoomed in. It was
the most fascinating thing I'd ever witnessed. The gaping cavity now
filled most of the television, briefly going blurry as the video camera
tried to autofocus during the close up. I watched the ring of muscle
convulse rapidly, cum running out in streams. Most of the jizz was
off-white and runny, but from time to time a chunky curd would emerge and
slide lazily out of frame. A finger came into the picture and swiped up a
thick glob before disappearing again. I instinctively knew the spooge had
found a home in my mouth. When the finger re-emerged, I realized in horror
from the appearance of the slender digit and shape of the nail that it was
mine.
A voice on the footage began to speak...
"That's it, faggot! Eat up that cum, lap it all up. You wanna
grow up to be a good, strong pussyboy, don't cha?"
I didn't hear myself respond on the recording but knew the moaning
was coming from me. Fuck! I was eating jizz out of my own ass! Another
thick, slimy drop escaped the hole, only to be scooped up by the probing
finger.
Turning my head, I looked at Brian. When he smiled at me, I tried
to form words to speak but ended up just returning his smile. My prick was
spiking hard and moving in time with my heartbeat. My hands attempted to
grasp it again, but Brian and Tim were holding them too tightly. Without
warning, the muscles deep inside my groin contracted aggressively,
preparing to discharge. Concentrating on that feeling, I tried to
intensify the spasms. I frantically needed to cum, more than at any other
point this weekend. If I could just get some friction on something, I was
certain I could ejaculate. Unfortunately, I was already losing the
sensation. Even now, it was growing increasingly distant.
Finally finding my voice, I cried out...
"Shit, you goddamn motherfuckers, let me shoot! Please! Dammit
guys, please let me CUM!!!!"
It was too late; the orgasm had been aborted and the pulses were
already receding. The initial burst of juice that had entered my tube
traveled slowly up the length of my prick, expanding the throbbing spike of
flesh as it went, then exited the drippy slit. I watched as the bead of
white spooge leisurely gathered weight, clinging to the rim of my cockhead
before becoming too heavy and drizzling down the length of my shaft. It
felt warm at first, but cooled rapidly as it gathered in my hairless lap,
running tortuously out of sight and down the left side of my scrotum.
Brian stared at me with a curious mixture of amusement and power
before speaking to the rest of the room...
"I think he's ready to party, guys. Kevin, if you and Tim can get
him in the car, I'll get everything else we need..."
Before I could even process what was happening, I was being pulled
from my home, half-carried by Kevin and Tim toward my car. After tossing
me in the back seat, they climbed in beside me. Phillip opened the front
passenger door and sat just as Brad approached the rear.
"Guys, it's too crowded in there," he noted. "He's gonna have to
sit on somebody's lap."
"I'll volunteer for that..." answered Tim a bit more
enthusiastically than I liked.
He hoisted my limp, naked body onto his lap and slid to the center
of the seat in order to make room for Brad. The sudden, jarring movements
had my cock slapping my thighs, coating them with slippery fluid. My
overheated balls were already producing more when the trunk slammed shut.
Brian climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.
He stuck his head between the two front seats and grinned back at
the four of us, packed like sardines in the cramped space.
"Everyone comfy back there?" he laughed before gunning it out of my
drive.
Though it wasn't a cold night, I was naked and my crotch was wet,
so the change in temperature helped bring me down from my earlier, intense
high. Tim was bouncing me gently on his knee, keeping my cock in constant
motion as we drove along. I worried that I might be seen, but realized
there wasn't very much traffic; in fact, the roads seemed deserted.
Suddenly, my right foot was in the air, the ankle hooked over the
headrest of the front passenger's seat. Kevin quickly did the same to my
left, anchoring that foot on the far side of the driver's seat, while Tim
slid my torso down his lap, holding my head under his sweaty armpit. I
struggled momentarily but knew it was a waste of time. Once I calmed down,
Tim barked at me...
"Entertain us, bitch!"
Though I was unsure what he expected of me, I couldn't easily ask
with my mouth in his smelly armpit. In an attempt to respond, I inhaled
deeply and felt my cock swell in response to the scent. Tim placed my
right hand at my asshole, while Kevin securely gripped my left. Before I
knew it, I had two fingers up my cunt, brutally punching into my hole while
writhing in Tim's lap, my long, slim toes curling and flexing around the
headrests from the intense pleasure. After every three or four finger
thrusts, the muscles in my groin would involuntarily contract, sending
waves of bliss through my entire body and pulses of precum up my shaft.
Tim removed his shirt in order to force my face deeper into the dark
recesses of his dank armpit, to the point where I actually had the wiry
hairs in my mouth.
"Dude, he's fucking out of it!" Kevin yelled. "Brian, did you
bring the camera?"
"Yeah, but it's in the trunk though..."
"You need to stop the car and get it, man. Let Phillip film this
shit!"
The car pulled over; I felt the movement but didn't care. By now,
I was in a world of my own and all I wanted was to keep going, nothing else
mattered. Though I was only partially aware of anything but my ass, once
we began to move again, it was obvious I was being filmed - again.
"Yeah, that's it! Fuck yourself, bitch!" encouraged Tim. "Get
that pussy all warmed up for us. I hate a cold cunt, man..."
"Stretch that twat good, faggot!" added Kevin. "You wanna be able
to enjoy all the cock that's gonna get shoved up there tonight..."
The incredibly lewd commentary continued non stop as I fingered my
ass and lapped at Tim's pungent armpits. When I added my ring finger with
no prompting, bringing the total to three, arching my back to force them to
the knuckles, the guys roared their approval. The tempo of my plunges
increased considerably once my fingers found my prostate and summarily sent
me spiraling toward orgasm. If possible, my joy-button, as Brian had
referred to it once on our video, was more responsive than the head of my
dick; I was positive I could rub one out just by pressing it repeatedly.
If I lost my jizz, Brian would be dangerously pissed, but I didn't give a
shit right now. In fact, even if keeping him satisfied had entered my
mind, I couldn't have stopped, not on my own. Since he was focused on
driving the car, I might have a chance to sneak this one past the other
four guys. They didn't appear to recognize how close to orgasm I'd pushed
my system. My hairless nuts were clinging to the bottom of my cock, nearly
inside my body, compactly pushing against the stalk, a visible indication
that I'd entered the home stretch.
I considered how embarrassing this camera footage would be,
possibly the most humiliating thus far, with me fingering myself to an
explosive, hands-free orgasm while my nose and mouth rutted around in Tim's
sticky armpit.
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...
I considered the enormous mess I was about to make in my car; how
good it was going to feel to unload the wad that had been building all
weekend, spewing my fuck everywhere...
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...
I considered that weird, distracting knocking sound. I heard
laughter as well but just assumed the guys were amused by my slutty
exhibition. Too close to orgasm to stop now, I thrust my fingers inside
harder and faster, continuing my urgent crescendo toward nearly inevitable
release.
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...
Wondering what the fuck was making that damn noise, I reluctantly
paused for a moment, realizing for the first time that we were no longer
moving. Tim allowed my head to slip free of his armpit and I noticed Jesse
standing outside the rear door of the car, peering in through the window,
his knuckles poised near the glass.
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...
Now that Jesse's tapping finally had my attention, he motioned for
Brad to roll down the window. Our drug dealer was grinning from ear to
ear.
"Enjoying that pussy, aren't you boy?" he asked smugly, quickly
adding, "Get those fingers outta your cunt before you shoot, bitch..."
The sudden shock of seeing Jesse had disrupted my focus and my
acutely desired orgasm had been thwarted once again, denied precisely when
I needed it most. As my fingers slipped from the well-stretched,
lubricated hole, Phillip used the camera's zoom feature to record the last
few frames of my humiliation before we exited the car.
As I was escorted up the long driveway, I noticed how far away we'd
been forced to park. There were cars everywhere, lining the street, the
drive, even resting on the lawn! When I thought about how many people
might be inside the house, I panicked and started to struggle, the effort
short-lived and hopeless. Tim and Kevin, though surprised by my impulsive
display of resistance, promptly tightened their grip on my arms and
half-dragged me the rest of the way. Brian, watching from the rear, called
for us to stop on the porch. Moving behind me, he firmly grasped the back
of my head and lifted my face to his...
"That better be the last time you resist us, Ricky! Listen
carefully, you're gonna walk willingly into this house and do everything
you're told..."
He chuckled to himself as if he'd just thought of something new...
"What choice do you have, really? I've got your keys. You're
naked with a drippy boner that just won't quit. You don't know the way
back to your house since you were so busy playing with your ass on the
drive over here. And, to top it all off, I've got enough video footage of
you to start my own website!"
My eyes widened at the horror, and brutal truth, of his words.
Brian noticed the reaction...
"Yeah, there's a market out there for video of a hungry, sloppy
boypussy taking load after load of spooge up his hole. After tonight, I
won't force you to do anything you don't wanna do, but for now you belong
to me. Got it?"
He shook my head aggressively for emphasis.
"Yes," I answered apprehensively, wincing at the discomfort of my
hair being pulled.
"Yes what?" he yelled. "And speak up so I can hear you!"
"I'll do whatever you want," I begged. "Don't show that video to
anyone. Please, I'll do anything..."
"You'll do it willingly and without any attitude?"
"Yeah, anything you want..."
He eyed me suspiciously, as if trying to determine if I was finally
beat down enough to cooperate, his tense face softening before he spoke
again...
"Good, you won't regret it. Trust me..."
He held the words "trust me" longer than the others, dragging them
out and reveling in the irony of how impossible that would be. Yet, it was
necessary if I was to get through this night. Brian was my only link to my
prior existence, the bridge connecting the slut standing on a drug dealer's
porch, naked with an erection, to the ordinary computer support technician
I'd been just a few days earlier. He looked me deep in the eyes, already
fucking me with them, before looking to Jesse...
"Show him to the party, dude!"
After releasing my head, he bent to pick up the camera supplies
while Jesse led me toward the door. We heard Brian speak again...
"One more thing, faggot..."
Jesse stopped abruptly and spun me around to face Brian.
"...your fucking face smells like pit stank!"
Those close enough to hear laughed riotously at the cruel
observation. Jesse escorted me through the front door, immediately veered
to the right, and led me down a flight of narrow wooden steps.
The basement gradually came into view as we made our descent.
Large but otherwise unremarkable, there were worn pieces of mismatched
furniture scattered throughout, the kind of sofas and chairs that college
students buy at secondhand stores for their dorm rooms. Numerous sizeable,
unpainted, load-bearing support beams connected the exposed concrete floor
to the ceiling. A bulky, older model television resided in one corner with
an air hockey table in another. The room was filled with smoke, a mixture
of weed and cigarettes, and as I peered through the cloud, I determined
there were fifteen to twenty guys present. Some sat on the furniture,
passing joints between them, some clustered around the air hockey table,
watching a match in progress, and another group gazed mindlessly at the
television. The stale, motionless air was incredibly hot and I imagined I
was descending into hell. Initially, I thought it only "felt" warm since
I'd been outside, but swiftly realized it was just fucking hot in here.
Almost at once, my pits began to moisten from the oppressive heat. Though
I didn't want to make a nude entrance in front of so many people, my only
real choice was to continue walking. At least the movement and my growing
anxiety had blunted the effects of the drugs and my hardon was gradually
abating.
Surprisingly, not many of them looked our way. Those who did take
notice stared at us through distant eyes, not seeming to grasp or even care
that I was naked. The whole scene reminded me of the opium dens depicted
in movies, crowds of people, fucked out of their minds, strangers all.
Though my heart felt like it was about to fly from my chest, luckily my
cock was soft when my uncovered feet made contact with the cement floor and
I was ushered into the room.
Jesse led me to a sofa and sat me next to two rough looking guys
who were finishing up a bowl and downing beer from a tapped keg in the
corner. As Kevin and Brian brought down the camera equipment, the guy
sitting next to me held out the still smoldering bong, asking if I wanted
to "hit this". I looked at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend his
casual reaction to a naked stranger sitting next to him. I hesitantly took
the pipe before the embers went out and took a hit, handing it back to him
afterwards.
"So you must be the pledge Jesse was telling us about," inquired
the stranger.
Confused by his statement, I didn't respond right away, but my lung
full of smoke gave me adequate cover for the pause. I looked toward Jesse
for some guidance and saw him mouth the words "play along". Since this
ruse, pretending to be pledging a frat, was much less embarrassing than the
truth, I chose to participate willingly. Exhaling my smoke slowly, I
responded...
"Yeah, that would be me."
"What frat you trying to get into, dude?"
Shit! I hadn't considered having to elaborate on this deception.
By lucky chance, a satisfactory answer popped into my head.
"I'm not allowed to say," I lied. "The university admin doesn't
approve of this kind of rushing anymore. They come down pretty hard on the
houses that continue to use it..."
He eyed me curiously but appeared to buy it.
"Well, anyway..." he continued. "I see they already got your
pubes."
My eyes followed his downward, all the way to my hairless lap. I
found myself profoundly thankful for this newfound cover story; anything
was better than the truth.
"They did that this morning. I guess it looks pretty weird, huh?"
"Yeah, whatever..." came the apathetic response.
He turned his head and dropped the subject, leaving me in
uncomfortable silence. Jesse was helping Brian set up the video equipment,
hooking up the camera to the television, no doubt so I could monitor what
was about to come.
I decided to re-initiate conversation with my neighbor in an
attempt to help ease my tension...
"So, how do you know Jesse?"
"I buy pot from him. Most of us do. He called me up today and
said he was throwing a party for his best customers. Said he'd supply
plenty of beer and weed as long as we help initiate some pledge from the
college or some such shit. Anyway, I wasn't about to turn down a free
buzz..."
His voice trailed off as if he was having trouble focusing and I
couldn't help but wonder how long they'd been down here smoking. His story
explained why no one seemed surprised to see a naked guy with no pubes join
the party.
"I need more beer," he abruptly stated. Then, looking up toward
Jesse, he added, "Hey Jess, is the pledge allowed to drink?"
"Sure, we're not quite ready to start yet anyway."
"Come on then," the guy said to me. "Let's get you a beer..."
I didn't really want to be walking around the basement naked, but
stood anyway, following my new "buddy" to the keg, and waited as he lifted
a large, plastic cup from the stack and expertly filled it. As he passed
the cup to me, his eyes stopped at my crotch.
"Dude, your dick is all drippy. What's that about?" he asked
casually as he refilled his own over-sized cup.
"Well, my initiation has actually been going on since Friday. I
haven't been allowed to cum since then..."
"So?" he responded suspiciously. "I've gone up to a whole week
before without unloading and mine never gets like that."
My anxiety level began to rise again, resulting in sentences that
were spoken in a broken, halting manner.
"They've...well, they've...I mean, Jesse and the guys I came with,
they've been keeping me...excited. I guess it's just starting to build
up..."
He raised a single eyebrow and smiled curiously.
"A bunch of guys have been keeping you excited?"
"Well, they've also been keeping me high," I tried to explain.
"And I've had to watch a bunch of porn. Plus, Jesse made me take a
Viagra..."
"Dude, being high would make it harder to stay excited, unless you
were just really into it. The porn and Viagra might make you bone up, but
shit, you got like six inches of precum hanging off your cock. How do you
explain that?"
At this point, I wanted to crawl under a rock. This guy just would
not stop talking about my dick and the attention was having an undesirable
effect. Blood was rushing to the organ, filling the inner chambers,
initiating the slow but steady swelling of the veins and the production of
additional juice, adding to what was already hanging from the tip. The
entire length of my flaccid cock increased notably, quickly becoming wider
as well. Then, the unstoppable rise began, the head bobbing up and down,
higher and higher with each rapid beat of my heart, pulling the strand of
prefuck up along with it. The guy was watching my dick intently,
noticeably curious and making no secret of it. I wanted to explain, but my
voice got stuck in my throat. My piss-slit opened and belched another bead
of precum. The strand stretched under the additional weight to a length of
nearly a foot as my expanding cock pulled it upward. The shaft was almost
vertical now, and the swinging strand bumped into the pulsing cylinder of
flesh, clinging to it once it made contact, much colder than the extreme
warmth coming off my dick. My ass muscles contracted involuntarily as my
body pushed the last bit of blood into my cock. It was full now, as
engorged and angry as it would get, painfully throbbing and leaking as it
searched for something, anything, to get it off.
"Dude, that looks painful," he whispered, thankfully not drawing
the attention of anyone nearby.
"It kinda is," I answered honestly, my voice cracking as I spoke.
"And it's really embarrassing. I need to cum..."
"Do you think they'll let you?"
"Not until they're finished with me. They've had me close so many
times this weekend, but each time they find a way to keep me from shooting.
I'm about to go crazy..."
My voice trailed off as he continued to stare at my bloated, hungry
dick with an expression that was hard to read, part curiosity, part pity,
and part disgust. Just then, Jesse's voice cut through my tension when he
called to my beer buddy...
"Hey Kyle, get the pledge back over here. We're ready to get
started."
Kyle, whose name I'd just now learned from Jesse, led both me and
my hard cock to the center of the basement while the other guys loosely
assembled around us to find out what was going to happen. I caught a
glimpse of Brian, who was still standing near the camera equipment, and
heard him yell loudly...
"Shit Kyle, looks like the pledge has a thing for you!"
"Shut the fuck up, asswipe!," Kyle shouted back before taking an
uneasy step away from me and my rock hard, leaky hose.
It was odd to hear someone talk to Brian that way; odd, and a bit
scary. Brian had gotten me into this, but clearly, he wasn't in complete
control. No, he'd passed those reins to Jesse...
This was his show now.
"Alright guys, listen up!" Jesse began. "As I told you before, I
asked you here to help me initiate this guy..."
He paused for moment and turned his head to me.
"Dude, what was your name again?"
"Ricky..."
"Ah yeah, that's right," Jesse continued, really hamming it up for
this performance. "Ricky is pledging one of the local frats. Since the
university banned hazing, this particular house started `outsourcing' the
process and I've agreed to conduct the tests for them. In exchange for
your help, I put together this party. I've got more beer on tap than you
thirsty motherfuckers can drink and help yourself to all the green you
wanna smoke. Just don't leave here with anything you didn't pay for. Now,
I gotta be honest. Some of the things they want me to do are a little
weird, but I didn't make the rules. Nobody here has to do anything they
don't want to, but if you don't wanna help, you should go ahead and leave
now..."
He stopped speaking for a moment, the pause dramatic, and waited to
see if anyone would bail. No one did. Satisfied with this response, he
continued to explain just what this process would entail...
"In order to prove that the pledge makes it through his tests, I
need to use a video camera. We'll do our best not to show your faces, but
don't use your names unless you don't mind that they're on the audio. Does
everybody understand?"
A chorus of muffled affirmations erupted from the group as the
tension and anticipation in the room quickly escalated, the guys
increasingly curious about what was about to unfold.
"Good, then let's get started," Jesse said. "Brian, is the camera
running?"
"We're live, dude..."
"Great! The frat sent these four envelopes containing Ricky's
directions. They're labeled TEST ONE, TEST TWO, TEST THREE, and
DISQUALIFIED. I was told to give the first envelope to him and have him
read the instructions out loud..."
Jesse was going all out for this fraud, even putting bogus
instructions into envelopes and claiming they were from some unidentified
frat. I wondered how many of these guys were actually buying his story.
He handed the first envelope to me and ordered me to open it.
Inside was a single, folded sheet of paper with the following
instructions...
"READ THIS PART SILENTLY, PUSSYBOY!"
Obeying this order, I quietly read the next paragraph...
"The only way we could get these guys to help tonight was to scam
them with this stupid frat story. You'd better play along or Brian and I
will have a field day with your ass later on. We suspect you'll enjoy
these tests anyway. NOW READ THIS PART OUT LOUD!"
After clearing my throat and trying to find my voice, I began to
read the rest of the message to the group...
"PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing..."
Someone interrupted before I could complete the sentence...
"That part's already done!"
"Shut up, David! Let him finish," growled Jesse.
"Hey, you said no names!"
Jesse glared menacingly at him until he fell silent...
"Please continue, Ricky..."
I began again...
"PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing and then find no
fewer than ten volunteers for the first portion of the initiation. Pledge
will kneel at the bare feet of his volunteers and sniff each foot for three
minutes. This equals six minutes per volunteer, one hour for all ten pair.
The pledge may AT NO TIME touch any of the feet or his cock. If this
regulation is breached, move immediately to the envelope labeled
DISQUALIFIED. After each volunteer, the pledge will stand and be assigned
a score as follows...
SCORING FOR TEST ONE:
00 points if the pledge's cock remains soft and free of any moisture. 05
points if the pledge's cock becomes erect while remaining free of moisture.
10 points if the pledge's cock becomes erect AND moist. 21 points if the
pledge cums during this activity.
Although a total score of ZERO is preferred for admission, the MAXIMUM
allowable score to continue to test two is TWENTY points. Should the
pledge exceed the maximum allowable points, discontinue this test and move
immediately to the envelope labeled DISQUALIFIED."
By the time I had finished reading, my voice was trembling and my
knees were beginning to shake. As I looked around the room, I detected a
variety of reactions from the guys staring back at me. Some of them
appeared to be amused while others looked curious and intrigued, but most
just looked plain disgusted. Kevin, Phillip, Brad, and Tim were standing
in the rear of the room, smiling wickedly and fully aware of how difficult
this would be for me.
Kyle, the pleasant guy I'd met earlier, interrupted the awkward
silence with a legitimate question...
"Jesse, he's already hard and wet. He said you guys have been
working on him all weekend. That don't seem fair to me. Seems like, you
know, if we're gonna score him, he oughtta be soft and dried off before we
get started..."
Jesse rolled his eyes impatiently but Kyle refused to drop his
objection.
"It just don't seem right, dude!" he repeated emphatically, looking
around the room for support from the others. "You gotta give him a
fighting chance to score a zero!"
Though it clearly irritated Jesse, several other guys held the same
opinion as Kyle and mumbled their agreement.
"All right, Goddamnit!" Jesse snapped. "Brian, will you take Ricky
to the bathroom. Don't let him come back out until his cock is soft and
make sure the fucker isn't leaking, either. We'll pick the volunteers
while you're gone."
Seconds later, I was being escorted into a small, dirty half-bath
off the far end of the basement, listening to Brian mutter, "Jesus Christ,
I've always hated that guy..."
Once in the bathroom, he started barking orders...
"OK, make that shit of yours go down!"
"I can't, Brian! I need to cum!"
"Not this shit again!"
While staring into my eyes, he reached between my legs and squeezed
my balls, causing me to wince in pain.
"This'll make it go down, right?" he asked. When I didn't answer,
he shouted, "RIGHT?"
"Yeah...God, please let go. Please..."
"Can you get it soft if I let go?"
"Yes! Please, I can do it. I'll put some cold water on it or
something."
He released my scrotum suddenly and I staggered backward, my cock
already beginning to droop. Recovering swiftly, I turned on the faucet,
splashing cold water over my dick until it fully wilted. Once positive it
was as soft as it was going to get, I snatched a hand towel from the rack
and dried meticulously, making certain to milk the flaccid tube several
times to empty it of precum.
While I worked, Brian continued to talk...
"Yeah, that Kyle must've taken a shine to you or something. I
didn't hear anyone else standing up for you like that. Of course, he
doesn't know you like we do; he doesn't know you're just a cock-slurping,
cum-hungry fag whose about to have the time of his life. Goddamnit!
Aren't you done yet?"
When Brian used the insult "fag" to describe me, my head at once
popped up to look at him and I didn't hear a single word he spoke after
that.
"Why do you keep calling me that? I thought you hated that word."
I lowered my voice to a whisper before continuing, adding, "Besides, you're
gay yourself. Why do you say things like that?"
Brian's features softened a bit and for a brief moment, I was no
longer afraid of him. When he answered, I could tell I was speaking to my
old college roommate again, not the monster he'd been since his arrival.
"You told me the name calling turned you on..."
"I never said that!"
"Sure you did. It was yesterday morning, out on the deck.
Remember?"
"Oh, yeah..." I slowly answered as I recalled that part of our
chat. So much had happened since then that I'd forgotten all about it.
Brian rolled his eyes and started to chuckle.
"This is too funny. Earlier today, when I told the guys about me,
they offered to pull back on the language for the rest of weekend but I
told `em not to change a thing. If you really don't like being called a
faggot, you're gonna hate the rest of this evening."
He paused for a moment before asking...
"But admit it, Ricky. You do kinda like it, don't you? Having
guys talk to you like that gets you hot, doesn't it?"
I stared down at my feet while answering nervously.
"A little...is that weird?"
"Not for a bottom..."
I sighed in desperation at his cavalier response.
"Just please don't let anybody hit me. Call me whatever you want,
but I don't want this to get out of control."
Brian lifted my chin gently so that I was looking into his eyes.
His tone was more gentle, more tender and reassuring, than I'd ever heard
him use with me at any point since we'd known each other.
"I like you too much to let you get hurt. Anybody out there who
decides to beat up the little gay guy will have to go through the big gay
guy first, not to mention the four others who brought him here."
"You promise..."
"I promise."
After taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I said, "OK, I
think I'm ready now."
"Good! Let's get back out there so you can fail this test!"
"I might surprise you," I offered optimistically.
Brian shook his head.
"Dude, you don't have a prayer..."
Brian opened the door and slapped me gently on the ass as I passed
into basement proper. My ten volunteers were already selected, the first
three of which were sitting on the couch positioned near the television.
To my surprise, Kyle was among them, sitting on the far right, sharing a
reloaded bong with the other two. Brian instructed me to kneel by the guy
on the left, who was already removing his sneakers and socks. I hastily
looked up and away, not wanting to bone up this quickly. I was entirely
aware that I'd never make it through an hour of foot-sniffing without being
at least hard and wet. Shit, I'd be lucky not to cum! Still, I intended
to try.
Jesse approached carrying an egg timer as Brian moved toward the
camera. I was given directions to work from left to right, switching feet
whenever I heard the buzzer. We were all set. Jesse prepared the timer
and said...
"Ready, get set...GO!"
Straight away, my nose was within inches of the first stranger's
foot. Curiously, I considered myself lucky that they didn't smell bad.
The socks he'd taken off were obviously clean; they even left behind the
faint scent of fabric softener on his skin. Yet, when I saw his long,
slender, perfectly-formed toes and the small tufts of hair sprouting from
them, I knew I was about to go hard. I closed my eyes and concentrated on
preventing an erection, all while breathing deeply from his feet. When I
realized the coarse concrete was hurting my knees, it gave me an idea. I
ground my right knee into the potholed, textured cement, resulting in my
cock returning to its fully soft state. If I could keep this up and not
think too much about what I was doing, I predicted I'd get through at least
the first couple of guys without incident.
BUZZZZZZZZ
Switching feet rapidly, I was pleased by how fast the first three
minutes seemed to pass. I'd found a system: don't think about feet, keep
my knee in the concrete, my eyes shut, and my dick might just stay soft, at
least until I got to Kyle. Shit! I couldn't allow myself to think about
Kyle. Needing something to occupy my mind, I silently began to recite the
alphabet -- A-B-C-D-E-F-G...
BUZZZZZZZZ
Jesse hoisted me off the floor and moved in close to determine my
score, his face screwing into a curious expression when he found that my
dick was still soft, without a single drop of moisture to be found. He
announced the results to the group...
"Total score: zero..."
"Way to go, man!" yelled Kyle from the other end of the sofa. "I
knew you could do it. Hang in there!"
His encouragement nearly caused me go hard. Glancing at Brian, I
detected the seething anger behind his eyes. I knew the object of his
hatred wasn't me. Rather, it was Kyle. Brian looked as though he'd kill
him if given half a chance.
It was time for the second volunteer...
"Round two - GO!"
The guy in the middle of the couch was only wearing a pair of
shower shoes and he kicked those off before my test began. For some
reason, his feet did not seem that attractive. I found this curious and
took a moment to think about it as I sniffed them. I realized that just
because I harbored a foot fetish didn't mean I'd find every man's foot
sexually arousing and continued with that thought until the first buzzer
went off. My cock was still fully soft. I'd lucked out, finding a guy
whose feet didn't turn me on. As I inhaled deeply from them, for the first
time, my confidence was rising instead of my dick. When the buzzer
sounded, Brian and Jesse were even more perplexed.
"Total score: still zero," announced Jesse.
Kyle responded enthusiastically...
"That's right, Ricky!" he yelled. "You show those punks back at
the frat that they can't screw with you. You're not gonna throw a fucking
bone over a room full of bare feet!"
Fuck! I really wished he hadn't said that! My mind began to race
and my cock plumped slightly, knowing his feet were next. Jesse and Brian
saw my face fall. They had time on their side. It was inevitable. All
the guys I had met before tonight knew it too. I looked for them in the
crowd. Kevin, Brad, Tim, and Phillip were leaning against the far wall,
away from the action, knowing I'd lose it soon enough, knowing my cock
would surge sooner or later, knowing, among other things, that I was a
fucking foot-pig. No amount of self-control could change that fact.
Just then, Kyle stood and began to walk away.
"Where you going?" demanded Jesse.
"I need more beer," he answered. "Somebody else can take my place.
Chill dude, I'll get back in line..."
Jesse nearly exploded with aggravation.
"Fine!" he shouted angrily. "You, you're next..."
Some guy I'd not paid any attention to until now approached to take
Kyle's spot on the sofa. I looked down and panicked. He was wearing two
exceptionally worn, tattered, black and white cross-trainers. Even at this
distance, with me still standing, I knew they were going to smell powerful.
Jesse twisted the timer's dial while waiting for the guy to remove his
sneaks and socks.
"Go!"
My cock was already on the rise before the first breath, simply
from the anticipation of getting to smell them. I was doomed. This dude's
feet were as pungent as Tim's and at least a size larger. His big toe was
large and perfect, broad and angular, with a small amount of sock fuzz
still stuck between it and its neighbor. I quickly shut my eyes and tried
to will away my coming erection. I was beginning to make headway when the
first buzzer sounded. As I switched feet, I found that even the rough
cement wasn't helping anymore. My prick was unquestionably filling out.
Though still not fully hard, it was longer, more bulky than when I'm
totally soft.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
"Stand up," Jesse demanded. "Let me score you..."
Once on my feet, some discussion ensued as to whether I should
still be allowed a zero score, with Jesse insisting I should be required to
take a five, and Kyle, who'd returned with his beer, disagreeing strongly.
"He ain't hard, man," Kyle argued. "The rules clearly say that he
only gets a five if he's hard..."
"Are you blind, dude?" answered an increasingly angry Jesse. "Look
at it. It's definitely getting hard. He gets a five."
"Jesse, we ALL saw him standing here hard when we started. We
fucking know what it looks like when it's hard, and that ain't it! He gets
a zero!"
For a brief moment, I actually thought a fight was about to break
out. Instead, Jesse simply shrugged his shoulders, knowing I couldn't
resist all night, and announced the results...
"Total score: remains at zero..."
While flashing a wicked, bone-chilling smirk in my direction, Jesse
added...
"Tim, stop hiding in the back and go get the pledge a drink."
I was in serious trouble now. It was unlikely they'd give me
simple alcohol. I instantly recalled how foolish, not to mention slutty,
I'd acted earlier tonight before we left the house. Only the drive over
here, coupled with my nerves, had brought me down from that intense high.
Kyle lifted his beverage in my direction and smiled at me, almost
like a supportive brother, and said, "Hang tough, man. I know you can do
it!"
I grinned back weakly, wishing he'd stop placing so much faith in
me since this wasn't going to end well. With a new group of volunteers
moving toward the sofa, Kyle took a seat in the middle. My dick was
already stirring; I was about to disappoint him in a major way.
Tim returned with my drink and Jesse began a chorus of
"Chug-Chug-Chug" which was soon taken up by every one in the room,
including Kyle. I did the only thing I could; I tipped the plastic cup
back and drained it completely. The beverage tasted odd, which I'd
expected, and I was feeling the effects of this new dose before my knees
even touched the rough concrete floor.
To make matters worse, the timer couldn't start until the fourth
guy took off his sneakers and socks. He was wearing a ratty pair of white
high-tops and his socks were gray. He was also taking a dreadfully long
time to remove them. As he extracted his foot from the first sneaker, I
saw how damp his gray sock had become while imprisoned within the shoe. My
cock began to respond at once. He slowly, almost teasingly, pulled the
clammy cloth from his foot and wiggled his long toes, providing me with a
whiff of sweaty foot-flesh before the timer even started. By the time the
second foot was bare, the new dose of chemicals was already flooding my
brain and I was full on the bone, rolling so hard I very nearly missed
Jesse yell...
"GO!!!"
It was obvious that I was going to lose this fight. No matter how
hard I concentrated, my newly awakened cock wasn't about to shrink again,
not with a sweaty, intensely smelly foot inches from my nose. Every whiff
caused it to pulse more wildly; I knew that in a matter of minutes I'd be
leaking again.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ
While switching feet, I decided to just keep my eyes closed and try
not to get drippy until AFTER sniffing Kyle. Already feeling light-headed,
I focused on that sensation while running out the timer on this guy's foot.
If I could just keep it from dripping, just keep it from dripping...
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ
"Stand up, pledge!" Jesse shouted.
I stood, exposing my throbbing, yet fortunately dry erection to the
entire room. Jesse didn't waste a second in pointing it out...
"Ah-ha, I see we have a change in status for the pledge," he said
proudly, quickly adding while glaring at Kyle, "...unless someone wants to
argue that this isn't a hardon!"
I was barely paying attention as I wobbled unsteadily, already
starting to drift into my own pleasant, happy little world.
"SHIT dude!" shouted Kyle, "So he got hard. He's obviously
stoning, just look at that stupid grin on his face. He ain't wet, so make
sure you only give him five points. And if he can get his dick to go down,
he can still pass. He can pass easy..."
Looking at Kyle through my growing haze of drugs, he almost seemed
like my hero. I grinned at him like an idiot, almost flirtatiously, and he
immediately appeared uncomfortable. "Too far," I thought silently, "Shit!
Why did I have to go and do that?"
Jesse pushed me to the floor between Kyle's feet and said...
"I'm glad you think so because you're next on his sniff list..."
Instead of kneeling upright, like I'd done while the other guys
removed their shoes and socks, my head went immediately to Kyle's sneakers.
I couldn't take my eyes off them. His strong hands appeared and began to
unlace his shoes. When he lifted his foot from the sneaker, revealing the
many holes in the sole of the worn, off-white, athletic sock, my juices
began to bubble. By the time both feet were bare, I'd already started a
puddle between my legs.
"GO!"
Kyle's feet were amazing! They were most likely about a size
twelve, with slender, pale toes and bulbous tips, complete with tufts of
dark hair sprouting proudly from each. The first sniff sent my cock into
convulsions, spewing more of the slick moisture my body produced in
abundance. My balls felt alive, like they were on fire, writhing in the
tight confines of my scrotum. Losing control quickly, I was no longer
thinking about anything but the awesome sight and smell of his feet. >From
this angle, the shape of each big toe was identical to that of a large,
plump cockhead. That thought alone forced my ass to spasm.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ
I didn't even hear it...
"Switch feet, goddamnit!" yelled Jesse, giving me a playful nudge
in the butt with one of his own bare feet, his big toe coming perilously
close to my twitching hole.
After moving to the other foot, I breathed deeply again, letting
the odor fill my brain with thoughts of locker-room sweat, jock straps, and
funk-filled socks. My cock began moving on its own, up and down, up and
down, pulsing with the growing urgency inside me. My mind was racing,
producing an inappropriate, far too uninhibited, stream of consciousness -
"God! Kyle's toes are amazing! They look and smell so goddamn good. I
gotta taste them! Shit! I've gotta have them!"
Before better judgment could intervene, my drooling mouth enveloped
the sweaty big toe of his left foot, all the way down, sucking furiously.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" someone screamed.
It was Kyle. He jerked his foot out of my mouth and used it to
kick me backward, sending me sprawling.
"Get off me, you fag!!! What the hell are you doing?"
My cock was still dripping even as I recoiled from the impact of
his foot. Every eye in the room witnessed the large puddle of clear, gooey
slipperiness I'd spilled between my legs.
Brian, Jesse, and the others who'd spent the weekend with me were
laughing their asses off. Brian, already pissed at Kyle, took the
opportunity to further ruffle his feathers...
"Kyle, I told you he had a thing for you. I mean, sucking your toe
and leaking pre-jam all over Jesse's floor..."
"Fuck off, Brian! And fuck you, faggot!" he screamed at me,
launching a big wad of spit in my direction. It connected soundly with my
face and I just left it there, allowing it to roll slowly down my cheek.
"Hey pledge, that disqualifies you," observed Jesse while nudging
me with his foot to get my attention. "I mean, you stuck his toe in your
mouth and I think that counts as touching. You weren't allowed to do
that!"
The guys in the room discussed it amongst themselves, gradually
arriving at a consensus. I had, in fact, been disqualified. Kyle, who was
still ranting over what I'd done, wandered around the basement aimlessly,
his arms flailing in the air, muttering to himself and anyone who'd listen
about how much he despised fags, about how I deserved to be punished,
severely, by the frat for fucking up their initiation tests so completely.
Jesse hauled me to my feet before handing me an envelope with the
word DISQUALIFIED written in big, block letters across the front.
"Open it and read it out loud. Face the camera when you do it..."
Shamed beyond anything I'd ever though possible, I turned toward
Brian and the ever-rolling video camera before opening the envelope. Like
the first, it contained only a single, folded sheet of paper. As my face
burned red with the heat of my humiliation, I hesitantly began to read...
"PLEDGE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED
If the pledge in question is reading this letter, then he has failed to
meet the minimum established criteria for acceptance. This substandard
performance is enough to prove one of three things...
1. The pledge possesses inadequate self-control 2. The pledge has no
understanding of the community of brothers...or 3. The pledge is simply a
faggot
Membership into this fraternity is hereby denied. We leave it to the
capable imagination of our contract pledge master, Mr. Jesse Stipes, to
formulate an appropriate punishment for this pledge and his despicable
failure.
The pledge should be escorted from the room until an apt penalty is
determined.
This fraternity would like to thank those present tonight who served as
both witnesses and participants. We wish you the best of luck in all you
choose to do..."
As I finished reading, the room was plunged into silence. Jesse
allowed me a moment to consider what was to come before speaking...
"Tim, would you escort our would-be pledge to the bathroom while we
decide what to do with him?"
"Sure thing, Jess..."
Seeming to appear out of nowhere, Tim grabbed my elbow and led me
away from the group, toward the small bathroom. My world was crashing down
around me; I imagined this was how it must feel to be sentenced to life in
prison. Once the bathroom door was closed, Tim burst into wild fits of
laughter.
"Goddamn! You stupid fuck!" he teased. "I can't believe you,
dude. You knew the rules and put Kyle's fucking toe in your mouth anyway!"
Grasping his sides, Tim was laughing chaotically, initiating a
stream of warm tears that streaked downward over his cheeks.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked, genuinely confused, both from
the drug and the situation in general. "What's up with all this frat
shit?"
"It was a great plan, wasn't it?" he answered between laughs. "Let
me explain the whole thing while we're waiting. All these guys are
customers of Jesse's and they'd do just about anything to stay on his good
side. Still, we didn't know how they'd take to a pussyboy gang-bang even
if we did offer them all the weed and beer they wanted. So Jesse comes up
with this frat initiation scam. Awesome fucking idea! We pretend you're
being initiated into some frat and gradually warm them up to the idea that
you're just a big cum-whore. Right now, Jesse, Brian, and the other three
guys are trying to talk the group into seeing how far you'll go tonight."
I was so fucked up at this moment that I'd almost forgotten this
was a fraud. During the test, especially after my drink, it had started to
feel like an actual hazing.
"What was in the other two envelopes?" I asked. "You know, TEST
TWO and TEST THREE?"
Tim roared once again in laugher.
"That's the best part...NOTHING!!! They were empty, dude! We know
how you get around feet. We were so convinced you'd fuck up during the
first test that we didn't even bother putting anything in the other two
envelopes. Shit, you made this so fucking easy!"
He lowered his voice and took a step closer before continuing...
"In a few minutes, Brian's gonna knock on the door. The number of
times he knocks will be a signal, letting us know roughly how far the other
guys can be pushed before they start to freak out. If they only feel
comfortable with a good, old-fashioned frat paddling, then Brian will knock
once. If they're open to watching you give some head, then he'll knock
twice. But if the group is up for anything at this point, and I'm sure
Jesse's doing his goddamn best to talk them into that, then...then, my
slutty little friend, Brian will knock three times, and your ass is gonna
be in heaven..."
My quivering cock was about to spew simply from the thought of that
dimly lit basement full of guys gang-fucking my pre-lubed asshole when
Brian's hulking shadow darkened the space between the bottom of the door
and cold, coarse, concrete floor.
KNOCK...
"Wait for it, bitch..." Tim snickered.
Another bead of precum emerged from my cock, falling sloppily to
the floor. Emotionally torn, I wasn't certain I wanted to hear another...
KNOCK...
"Hell yeah, you're gonna swallow some cum tonight!" Tim gloated.
"Wait for the third, dude...wait for it!"
My knees went weak and I was overcome by dizziness.
KNOCK
"Yessssss!!!" Tim hissed, his fists clenched and his head tossed
backward, almost as if he was thanking some deity for the direction this
night was taking. "I knew he'd talk `em into it! No limits tonight, no
limits..."
With that dire warning spoken, he opened the bathroom door and
thrust me into Brian's strong arms. He looked down at me with his piercing
eyes, gauging my expression. After lowering his mouth to my ear, he began
to whisper...
"When we get out there, it's gonna seem like Jesse's in charge;
that's just part of the plan. Do whatever he says. But remember, you
answer to me. Do this for me, Ricky. Do it for me, your old pal Brian..."
"I'm scared..." I whispered back.
"I know, baby," he responded in a comforting tone. "But I'll be
watching carefully; I won't let anyone hurt you..."
"Really?" I asked quietly.
"I give you my word. Oh, there's one more thing," he said as he
pulled his face from my ear. Looking straight into my eyes, his deep,
masculine voice still modulated to produce a tranquil, comforting whisper,
he added, "...I've decided to let you cum tonight."
Instantly, I knew I'd do anything for him.
Brian led me back to the sofa, which was now occupied by Phillip on
the far left, Jesse in the middle, and Kyle on the right. The others had
gathered off to either side and behind the couch, with every eye in the
room focused on me. Jesse wore a nasty, knowing smirk, as did Phillip and
my other "friends", but Kyle just looked furious, apparently still fuming
from my previous lack of discretion. Brian positioned me in front of the
couch, my hands behind my back, my rigid cock still throbbing and leaking
goo. Jesse cleared his throat in preparation to speak, looking like a
judge presiding over a trial.
"Ricky, you are here to be punished for your, uhmm your..." Jesse
paused in mid-sentence and turned his head toward his neighbor. "What did
the letter call it, Phillip?"
"Despicable failure..."
"That's right! You are here to be punished for your despicable
failure. But first, I was hoping you'd settle a little wager I've made
with your friend Kyle." He paused once again, this time to allow my
tension to build. "Would you mind doing that for me?"
"What is it?" I asked timidly.
Jesse's face suddenly hardened; I half expected him to leap from
the couch and begin thrashing my behind. Instead, he simply chose to yell.
"The ONLY words you need to speak are `YES SIR' or `NO SIR'."
"YES SIR!"
"YES, YOU MIND DOING IT FOR ME?"
"NO! No Sir! I don't mind..."
He was clearly amused by how easily I could be confused; it fit
perfectly into the scam he was pulling on his buddies.
"That's better. I bet that if we made you sniff one of his socks
you'd cum in less than five minutes, without even touching your cock. Kyle
says no one could possibly be that fucked up sexually, but I think he's
mistaken. If he's right and you don't lose your nut, he gets a free bag of
Mexico's finest. If I win, I'm fifty dollars richer. What do you say?"
"Uhmm..."
"Shut up! On second thought, I don't give a shit what you say.
Pick up that filthy sock and start sniffing. I'll set the timer for five
minutes..."
Obediently retrieving the sock, I held the dirty piece of cloth
over my nose, rubbing the still moist, pungent fabric on my face and
inhaling deeply. My cock seemed to take on a life of its own, moving
freely, like it was being masturbated by some invisible hand. Brian
returned to the camera in order to verify that my humiliating task was
being captured on video. Peering over the top of the sock, I glanced at
Kyle's feet and toes, imagining them in my mouth instead of this proxy
while listening to Jesse's non-stop taunting...
"That's right, boy! Fag out on that stinky sock. It's been closed
up in Kyle's shoe all day, getting sweaty and ripe, clinging to his nasty
foot. Shit faggot, you should see yourself, dick all jerking and leaky,
throwing your fag dick slop all over my floor, all by itself too! You
aren't even touching the damn thing and it's about to explode. We can see
your balls rising up. We can ALL see it! You're putting on quite a show,
about to sling it over a stinking sock. I bet this is gonna be the best
cum of your life. Damn boy, your balls are so fucking high they're
clinging to the sides of your dick. I've never seen a guy's cock move like
that, like it's having a goddamn seizure. FUCK! There's precum hanging
all the way from your prick to the floor! If we hadn't already guessed you
were a fag, you're about to remove all doubt. You're about to cum, aren't
you boy? You're about to fling that shit all the way over here. That's
right, keep breathing. You're starting to shake, boy. What's that all
about? Are you about to shoot? You feel yourself getting close? Almost
to the point where you couldn't stop it if you had to? Man, it must suck
to be that horned up with only a fucking nasty, crusty sock to get you off.
Is something wrong with your knees, boy? They're shaking like a
motherfucker. They're not going weak, are they? Come on, boy! I don't
wanna lose this bet. FUCKING INHALE THAT SOCK, FAGGOT!! LICK IT AND THINK
ABOUT WHERE IT'S BEEN. WATCH OUT, BOYS! THIS FOOT-SNIFFING QUEER IS GONNA
FUCKING EXPLODE!!!"
Over three days of pent-up fuck jam erupted from my cock in a
torrent that more resembled a stream a white piss than semen. The first
blast easily covered the distance between me and Jesse, the far edge of the
shot landing on his bare left foot and creating an unbroken river of milky
juice leading back to where I stood. My knees buckled from the force of
the first volley and I had to quickly re-adjust my footing to keep from
falling. As I continued to inhale the vapors from the rancid piece of
cloth shoved against my face, the second shot exploded just as hard as the
first, arching upward from my unsecured cock, with the peak of the arc
nearly as high as my head, also landing near the sofa. A third blast
seemed to exit my cock at the speed of sound, splattered down audibly into
the puddle jizz I was swiftly creating between Jesse's legs, still managing
to fly a distance of six feet! Another rapidly followed it, then yet
another, before the dregs of my cumshot began to simply cascade from my
slit, greasing my vibrating shaft and tight balls, before running down my
right leg, past my ankles and bare feet, only to pool with the nasty, clear
fuckslop I'd spilled in the minutes prior to cumming.
Jesse had been right; it was by far the best orgasm of my life.
My legs were trembling when I finally lowered the sock and tried to
gauge the reaction from the crowd. Most were staring wide-eyed, their
mouths hanging open, unable to believe the spectacle they'd just witnessed.
It took enormous effort merely to remain standing while my erection
continued to pulse in after-cum spasms, pushing out the last, sloppy
leftovers of my spooge. Kevin, Brad, Phillip, and Tim all wore
self-satisfied smirks, as did Brian, but Jesse simply sat stone-faced,
glaring at me for some time, letting the gravity of what I'd done fully
sink in.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Kyle. "I've never seen anything like that.
It looked like a fucking fire hose going off! I guess I owe you fifty,
Jess."
"Nah, don't worry about it," he graciously offered. "I knew he'd
cum so it was hardly a fair bet. I just wanted to prove it. It looks like
we got an authentic, ready-to-fuck, Grade-A pussyboy with us tonight..."
There was a momentary pause before Jesse turned his head toward me,
fixed his eyes on mine, and slowly added, "...don't we?"
Still out of breath and panting heavily as a result of my
overwhelming orgasm, I failed to find my voice. Jesse wasn't feeling
patient...
"DON'T WE!" he shouted.
"Yes..." I whispered shamefully, knowing full well the
pointlessness of protesting his assertion.
"Louder!"
"YES!"
"What are you?"
Exhausted and defeated, I felt my inhibitions evaporate. I
realized I was rounding a corner mentally, that from this point forward
accepting and admitting my true nature would be much less difficult.
"A pussy..."
"What would you like to do right now? What do you want? Think
about it carefully and be honest. Then tell the whole room..."
I knew the answer but was embarrassed to speak the words out loud
in a room full of men, most of whom were strangers. It took an additional
prompt from Jesse for me to answer.
"Well, what is it? What do you want? If you ask nicely, we might
let you do it..."
My knees began to shake as I prepared to speak the humiliating
truth.
"I want Kyle's dick in my mouth. I wanna suck him off..."
Though Kyle looked stunned, he didn't appear as angry as I'd
expected. Maybe he wouldn't leap off the couch and beat the shit out of me
after all.
"Really?" asked Jesse.
The tone in his voice gave me the impression that my answer had
caught him off guard. I don't know what he'd been expecting me to say, but
apparently that wasn't it. He abruptly began to chuckle to himself and
continued to speak...
"You wanna taste Kyle's meat, huh? Grab your cock and stroke it
while we talk, while you tell me more about what you want..."
After tossing the sock to the floor, I wrapped my fingers around my
still rigid, slimy cock. Though I'd just nutted, it felt incredible to be
allowed to touch myself, especially with my slippery, spilt jizz providing
ample lube for my slow, methodical, up and down fisting.
"So Ricky," Jesse continued. "You really are a faggot, huh?
That's not just some spiteful name we've been calling you? It's the truth,
isn't it?"
"Yes Sir. It's true."
"Wait a second. You said you wanna suck Kyle's cock. Are you
developing feelings for him?"
The question caught me off guard.
"No, of course not," I stammered without releasing my dick, already
feeling another load brewing inside me. "I just wanna suck him..."
"Interesting," Jesse commented. "What do you call a person who has
sex with people they don't care about?"
The answer was obvious...
"...A slut, Sir."
"So you're not JUST a fag, you're a slutty fag?"
"Yes Sir, I'm a slutty faggot..."
Any psychological resistance my drug-saturated brain had been
previously offering was gone now. My mind and my body, not to mention my
mouth, were all working together as one to get what I wanted. And if this
line of questioning continued, I was certain to cum again. Jessie spoke
again...
"Besides sucking cock and making a mess on basement floors, what
else do slutty faggots like to do?
"They like to take it up the ass, Sir."
"Do YOU like to take it up the ass?"
I groaned with pleasure, both from my continued, slow masturbation
and the prospect of getting my hole stuffed with cock.
"Fuck yeah! Sir please, I wanna take it up the ass..."
Jesse began to shake his head up and down leisurely, obviously
pleased with my sudden compliance.
"We're learning all kinds of new things about you tonight. You do
realize that you can't suck Kyle's cock and take it up your ass at the same
time. Even you're not that talented, are you?"
"No Sir, I'm not..."
"So, in order to give you everything you want at the same time,
somebody else would need to fuck you while you suck on Kyle's meat. Isn't
that right?"
"Leave him alone, Jesse..." said a voice from somewhere; I couldn't
determine who had spoken the words. "He doesn't deserve to be treated like
this..."
"No, let him answer..." interjected Kyle, his curiosity surprising.
"Yeah," I responded. "Somebody else would need to fuck me while
I'm working on Kyle..."
"Look around the room," Jesse instructed. "Tell us who you want to
fuck you. I won't be insulted if it's not me. Pick whoever you want..."
My eyes swiftly scanned the basement full of guys and settled on a
dude standing behind the couch, a blonde with short hair, smaller and more
compact than Brian, with a runner's build like my own. I didn't know his
name.
"That guy..." I answered, using my non-stroking hand to point out
my choice.
The young man I'd selected looked shocked and slightly appalled.
"Him?" Jesse questioned, wanting to verify my answer. "You don't
even know his name, do you? You'd let a guy whose name you didn't know
fuck your ass?"
"Yes Sir..."
"You know, I don't have any rubbers down here. He'd have to fuck
you raw. Would that be OK with you?"
"Yes Sir. Please, I'm getting close. Can I cum?"
"Wow, you're a horny little slut! You just shot ten minutes ago!"
Jesse answered derisively. "No, don't cum yet. We're not finished. But
since you brought it up, where do you want that guy to cum?"
"He can cum in my ass, Sir..."
"...In your what?"
I understood what Jesse wanted to hear. After all, his huge cock
had been inside me less than twenty-four hours ago. Though this would be
my filthiest admission to date, I just didn't care anymore.
"...In my pussy, Sir. If that guy's willing to do it, I want him
to fuck my pussy and cum inside me while I suck Kyle's dick. That's the
honest truth, that's what I want. Please, I really need to cum again..."
"Goddamnit!" Jesse cursed in frustration. "Get your hand off your
dick! You're getting impatient and losing focus."
Reluctantly, I released my slick cock and waited. In my current
state of mind, I'd moved well past being simply "broken in". I was a
fucking cum-whore! Jesse paused again before continuing, this time
speaking to the entire room...
"Listen up, guys! I didn't expect tonight to get quite this
freaky. But Ricky obviously has an agenda for this evening. Like I said
when we first got started, nobody has to do anything they don't feel
comfortable doing. That's still true. You can leave, just stay to watch,
or participate. I don't care one way or another. But if any of you
motherfuckers leaves this room and runs his goddamn mouth about what
happens here, you'll need to find a new supplier. You won't get ANYTHING
else from me, no pot, no pills, nothing! If you wanna leave, you'd better
do it now..."
No one moved. This was serious business and everyone in the room
knew it. Jesse needed to make sure...
"Nobody's gonna leave? This is your last chance," he repeated.
While looking at the guy I'd selected to fuck me, he added, "What about
you? I thought for sure you'd be in your car by now..."
The guy looked nervous. I noticed him swallow hard before
answering, especially since every eye in the room was now focused on him.
"No, I'm good. I'll stay..."
Jesse nodded and then slowly spoke the words that sealed my fate
for the rest of this evening...
"Tim, go lock the door..."
"Sure thing, Jess," Tim answered as he walked to the stairwell,
pulled the door closed, and latched it securely.
"You!" Jesse barked to the guy I'd selected.
"What?"
"You gonna fuck him or what? He specifically asked for you."
"I don't know, man. Maybe I'll just watch. It seems a little,
well..."
"If you don't do it, I will."
"Really?" the guy replied. "I mean, I never thought..."
"It's just another hole! What are you scared of?"
"I'm not scared!" he protested.
Jesse's facial expression indicated he was growing tired of dealing
with this guy. Dropping the subject and simply ignoring him, he turned his
focus to Kyle.
"Are you gonna let him suck you?"
"Hell yeah, his little confessional got me hot! Besides, he owes
me..."
Kyle was already sliding his jeans down, exposing his legs as he
slid them off over his bare feet. Jesse, ever the director, turned to me
and barked...
"Well, what are you waiting for? You asked for it. Get down there
and suck his cock. But keep your hands off your dick."
Instantly on my knees, my hands touched Kyle's thighs and my mouth
began to water, already slobbering over the thought of tasting this
particular cock. Jesse returned his attention to the nameless guy I'd
asked to fuck me.
"Last chance to hit this first..." he said, slapping my upturned
ass playfully as he did.
The guy looked around to the others standing nearby, as if seeking
tacit permission to engage in this activity. His neighbor to the left
gently nudged him with his elbow and mouthed the words, "Go on, dude..."
"Oh, what the hell..." he said as he moved behind me, out of my
field of vision. I never even saw him remove his clothes.
I quickly forgot all about the guy behind me though, as I suddenly
found myself face to face with Kyle's cock. Though I'd seen bigger over
the past few days, that didn't matter; the dick inching toward my lips was
solid, moist, and best of all, it was Kyle's. Since Friday, I'd been given
multiple opportunities to practice getting an erection past my gag-reflex
and I was balls-deep on Kyle within seconds, savoring the taste of his
precum, the texture of his tube on my tongue, and the scent of his unwashed
pubes in my nose.
"SHIT!" he yelled when his cockhead slipped into my throat, bucking
his hips upward in response to the surprising pleasure, nearly giving me a
bloody lip in the process. "You're a fucking slut...DAMN!!!"
"Dude, you're not kidding," said a voice from behind me. "The
fucker's got grease in his hole - bitch came ready!"
"Well stop your yapping and fuck him!" screamed Jesse. "The rest
of us are waiting..."
I adjusted my position a bit, increasing the distance between my
knees and arching my back, attempting to situate my hole in the optimum
location for being plowed. He was moving his cock around my ass, obviously
new at this, trying to find the target. When the head zeroed in on my
greasy hole, I moaned around the cock in my throat. Since my opening was
well stretched from the ride over here, my anonymous fucker slid in easily
and sank all the way to root, resting there only a moment before setting up
a slow, easy fuck. My only regret was that I hadn't seen his cock first.
Centering my attention on the pulsing cock lodged in my throat, I
began to work Kyle with an enthusiasm I'd never shown before, taking his
dick all the way to the pubes, slurping hard to get adequate suction, and
then rising unhurriedly up the thick shaft until I reached the
ever-expanding head. Once crested on the crown, I'd swirl my tongue around
the rim, savoring the flavors of Kyle that my tongue was extracting from
him, before beginning another slow descent.
After several minutes, I allowed his cock to slip from my lips and
looked upward, needing to see his face. Kyle's head was resting on the
sofa, his eyes closed, clearly enjoying my work. Lowering my face to his
balls, I breathed in deep, feeling my own cock dripping again as the dick
in my ass poked and prodded my prostate. Kyle was quieter than the other
guys I'd sucked, not yelling at me or calling me names, and I wanted to
make this the best head he'd ever received. Swallowing his shaft again, I
pumped my skull up and down with escalating speed and began to massage his
nuts, one in each hand, tenderly rubbing them with my fingers, wanting
nothing more than to feel them empty into my mouth. I could hear the other
guys undressing and knew I'd be taking many of them in my throat before
leaving this basement sometime later tonight...
I also knew I'd enjoy this one the most.
Kyle was getting close. For the first time since I'd starting
sucking, he began to speak...
"Fuck yeah, yeah...goddamnit! Here it comes! Take it! Take it!!"
I rose up his shaft several inches, still slurping and keeping the
suction intense. While I could've made Kyle cum directly down my throat, I
decided not to; this one I wanted to taste. His nuts pulled away from my
fingertips and his dick shuddered as the initial volley of his spooge hit
the back of my mouth with incredible force. My tongue at once began to
swish the boiling jizz around in an effort to fully savor the milky fluids.
His cock continued to spew over and over, filling my mouth to capacity,
causing some to escape from the corners of my lips. He forced his prick
upward in a few post-orgasmic thrusts, mixing his juices and my own saliva
into a nasty, frothing mess, before extracting himself carefully. My lips
were still tightly gripping the head as it slipped out, both to prevent the
loss of his gift and to prolong his pleasure.
He looked down at me, panting from sexual heat, yet smiling almost
affectionately.
"Let me see..."
Knowing what he wanted, I opened my mouth to show Kyle the massive
load he'd just dumped into me. He nodded approvingly.
"You gonna swallow?"
In an obvious demonstration of cum-lust, I closed my mouth and took
three exaggerated gulps to put away every drop, re-opening once finished to
confirm my obedience. Jesse instantly jumped in, snapping us from our
bliss. As I looked upward, I noticed that he was already completely naked,
stroking his monster piece without hurry.
"Alright you two lovebirds - break it up! And you, in his pussy,
don't make love to it - FUCK IT!!!"
At Jesse's insistence, the firm erection in my ass kicked into
overdrive, my unknown fucker's plunges coming faster and faster. My own
uncomfortably hard dick was slapping upward against my stomach as he threw
himself into it, poking my joy-button repeatedly and causing my gooey lube
to flow. I felt droplets of precum flying off the tip of my cock, wetting
my nipples, some splattering up as far as my neck. If he'd kept this pace
for a few more minutes, I'd have nutted right there. Instead, he thrust in
hard, sliding past my prostate, deeper into my gut, and held it there, his
cock twitching as he bred my ass. I moaned like a bitch in heat when I
felt the first scalding wave of spooge shoot deep inside me, rapidly
filling me up, sliming my insides. My ass squeezed repeatedly, out of
habit and instinct, as he pulled his spent organ from my twat.
"Finally," roared Jesse, grabbing my head and tugging forcefully
until my upturned face met his. "Now here's what we're gonna do. I'm
gonna take Kyle's place on the couch and you're gonna work my big, fat
pussy-pleaser with your pretty little mouth while these guys take turns in
your twat. After you've been bred by each and every one, that's twenty in
all if everyone participates, then you're gonna climb up here and ride me
like one of them fucking whores in the movies until I top off your spooge
collection with my own. You understand all that, Fuckwad?"
He shook the hand gripping my hair for emphasis.
"Yes Sir," I muttered in response, my throat still coated with
Kyle's dick slime, while a noisy clock somewhere upstairs rang out its
midnight chimes.
At long last, it was Memorial Day...
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