Bukkake Boy (Loads 22-26)
After the two guys from grindr left, Sir allowed me to shower and nap, warning me that tonight was ‘the big night’. That said, I slept like a baby but woke to a raging hardon. The only thing I could think of was being used by more men. I desperately wanted to cum, but servicing Sir’s friends was a very close second.
When Sir came in to wake me, he told me to douche again, advising me they were going to ‘go deep’. Who were ‘they’? How deep was ‘deep’? I could only hope.
After my shower, I dried off and wandered out into the suite. Sir was setting up a bar and snacks while Lt. had brought the sling into the middle of the room. Along with the sling, there were the four ropes, two hanging from the ceiling and two hooked to the floor, each about 10’ apart. It looked like a party all right…a sex party.
Since I was nude, Sir immediately spotted my engorged cock. “Looks like you’re happy to see us”, he smirked. Walking over to me, he reached out, grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard saying, “Sorry, this won’t get much use…until later”, he added mysteriously. “But you’ll have plenty to keep you busy, boy.”
He continued, “You’ve done well so far Thomas, but the big test comes tonight. We’ve invited five of our friends over, all skilled in BDSM and domination. I spoke with some of them earlier and they’ve heard good things about you and have very high expectations. And they’re incredibly horny. Will you meet their expectations? Or will you disappoint me?”
“I’ll do my best, Sir”, was all I could manage.
“Good Thomas,” Sir responded. “If you perform…without cumming of course…I promise you’ll be rewarded.”
Another hint at something that I couldn’t figure out. Well, whatever came my way, it was going to be hot.
Sir and Lt. pretty much ignored me until it was time to get ready for the ‘guests’ to arrive. They disappeared into the bedroom and emerged wearing the same leather gear they’d worn the previous evening. They looked so fucking hot in their gear even more blood flowed into my hard, swollen cock.
Lt. was carrying a bag and motioned for me to join them. “Over here, Thomas, you need to get ready too.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it didn’t matter; I didn’t have a choice. The first thing he did was pull me close and reached between my legs to carefully remove the ball stretcher. “This comes off. We’ll need access to your balls, but the cock ring and glans ring stay”. This was probably a good idea, since they were so tight they helped prevent me from cumming.
He then pulled out the leather cuffs and secured one around my wrists and ankles, each with a chrome ring allowing them to be attached to a rope. Finally, he pulled out a leather collar which he placed around my neck and fastened as tight as I could tolerate. “This designates you’re an owned sub”, was all he said.
“Or course, Lt.”, was all I could think to respond.
They timed our prep perfectly because immediately after I had been officially designated as their owned sub, there was a knock on the door. Sir glanced at me and his look alone said, “Do your job; open the door”.
Still wearing nothing but my leather cuffs and collar, I opened the door to find a stunningly handsome, late 50’s, African American daddy with white kinky hair, clad exclusively in leather….jacket, chaps, boots, cap, everything, including a lit cigar.
Without hesitating, the man entered the room, reached down and grabbed my erect cock, and said, “Yup, just like I remembered you. My load better still be up your ass”.
Shocked, my mind went quickly to the guys who had unloaded in me earlier today. His voice was familiar and immediately came back to me. Now standing in front of me was the last guy with the unbelievably long dick who fucked me last.
Ignoring the man’s comment, Sir walked over to embrace our new guest. “Raymond, damn you’re looking sexy yourself. So glad you could join us tonight and help me lead the fun. And thanks again for the use of your suite and all the toys.”
Suspicion confirmed, this was Raymand, Raymond from the hotel reservations, and the last guy who shot a load up me. It was all making sense. He apparently had a high level position at the hotel, possibly even the General Manager if he had the power to manage a suite dedicated to gay BDSM.
Sir immediately ordered me to get Raymond a refreshment. After I fetched his whiskey, he plopped down on the couch and, looking at me, said, “Boy, kneel at my feet.”, which I promptly did. He continued, in an especially grave voice. “Do you know what the term BBC stands for?”
I did, vaguely, so didn’t know how to respond. “I think so Sir,” I replied. Although I wasn’t told to, there was something about Raymond that demanded being addressed as ‘Sir’.
“Let me explain”, he started. There are two types of men in the world, Doms, like your Master Sam and Lt., and subs, like yourself. I, obviously fall into the first group. Now there’s nothing wrong with being a sub like you, the only difference is in how you achieve pleasure. You derive pleasure from serving your doms. Your pleasure depends entirely on our’s. Without us, you experience nothing. Do you understand that, and how much you rely on us?”
“Yes sir”, I added. I’d never thought about it precisely that way, but it made sense.
He continued, “BBC takes it up a notch. You see, Black men have power and needs beyond typical white men. It’s not myth; our cocks are longer, thicker, and have to potential to do more damage than white men’s. And we use them tirelessly. We are superior, and our cocks are proof of that.”
He took a breath, and added, “Shortly, four of my Black brothers will be joining us, at your Master’s invitation. We intend to show you what it means to serve at the feet of men who are unequivocally superior to you. Is that understood?”
I looked over to Master for any indication of how to respond, and he gave me a subtle nod. “Of course, Sir,” was my response.
Before another word could be said, there was a knock on the door and it had been made clear it was my job to answer it. I opened the door to find the other four Black guys, steaming hot, all clad in leather, ranging from mid-twenties to one as old as Raymond, and everything in between.
“Come in men,” Raymond ordered. Ignoring me, he addressed Sir and Lt., “You two remember my men….Caleb, Marcus, Henry, and Charles.”
“Of course we do,” Sir responded. “Good looking men, all of them.”
Sir ordered me to get them each a refreshment, and when I delivered them, I was able to determine who was who.
Caleb, the youngest of the group, was probably in his mid-20s. He had a swimmers build…trim, athletic, and in very good shape. I couldn’t shake the feeling he was a dom-in-training and was there to participate, but learn.
Next was Marcus, an early-30s athletic stud with glistening black skin, sculpted arms, shoulders and abs and what appeared to be an ample package under his leather pouch.
Standing next to him was Henry who seemed to be a black version of myself…late 40s, phenomenally good shape, attractive, and radiated horniness. Strangely, I got the sense he had the same feeling about me and that we’d have a special connection.
Finally, there was Charles, who seemed close to Raymond’s age. A serious Black daddy who’d been around the block and seen it all.
“Men, you all know what we’re here for”, Sir began. “Lt. and I promised our friend Thomas that we’d expose him to the world of submission and BDSM. He’s been here a day and…so far, so good. But tonight will be the real test”, and then pointed to the ropes hanging from the ceiling and from the floor and the leather sling.
“I have only one request for all of you”, and then he paused for dramatic effect. “Don’t hold back.”
Sir Raymond pulled me roughly by the back of my leather collar over to Henry who had sat on the couch, pushed my face into his groin saying, “Henrys’ cock needs some love”. I dropped to my knees and began to eagerly lick his hardening cock and wondered if and when it would ever stop growing. It was semi-soft when I took it in my mouth, and it quickly grew to at least 8”. “Oh yeah, baby, take it all,” Henry gently ordered which turned me on unbelievably. I’d serve that voice and cock forever. Sensing he was turning me on, he adding with his silky, sexy voice, ”Worship that cock, boy. How badly do you want it? Start with the head, work your way down nice and slow.” Fuck, I was now ravenously devouring his cock. After all the anonymous fucks this morning and the two guys from Grindr, all I wanted was cock and now I was getting it.
I’d have been happy to stay on my knees all night if they’d let me, but in no time, Charles sat down next to Henry giving me a second cock to service. I pulled off Henry and fisted his cock as I moved my attention to Charles, who was growing fast as well. His cock was even bigger than Henry’s and he was every bit as horny. “Suck my cock like you mean it, boy. Take it all”, he purred. The sounds of their voices almost sent me over the edge. You could hear their lust.
Without warning, I was yanked up by my leather collar to my feet. No surprise, it was Raymond again. Henry was still sitting on the couch stroking his dick, and Raymond turned me around and pushed me down to sit on Henry’s lap, facing away from him. “Sit on him, bitch”, Raymond ordered.
I slowly lowered myself on Henry’s cock and secretly thanked the gods it was him. His cock was like heaven and I knew he’d treat me with kindness. Given his cock was already dripping with my saliva, I slid down easily and luxuriated in the feeling of his steaming hot cock penetrating me as deep as anatomically possible. It felt so fucking good, I gyrated my hips to take him even deeper. Henry wrapped his arms around me from behind me and whispered, “Good boy….take all of it…that’s my boy”, and slowly began to stroke my cock. “Please no”, I whispered. “I’m not allowed to cum and I’m so fucking close already”. Henry understood and used his hands to pinch my nipples instead. I was in fucking heaven.
Just then, Charles stood up in front of me with one foot on either side of Henry and me. With his cock directly in my face, he ordered, “Suck it, bitch, and look at me when you do.” I tilted my head back into the crook of Henry’s neck while I sucked Charles admiringly. His cock was long, hard, and incredibly tasty. He was precuming like a faucet and I was the recipient. “What a little whore you are”, he sneered. “The bitch has a cock up his hole and one down his throat, and I bet he still wants more. You want more slut?” he demanded to know as he pulled out and slapped his cock across my face several times. “Tell me slut, more?” he yelled.
“Yes Sir”, I whimpered. “Please…Sir….more….cock…”
He responded by jamming his cock further down my throat than I think I’d ever been able to take. He held it there until I saw stars and he pulled out just before I would’ve passed out. Gasping for breath, he said, “I’m making you work for it, bitch.”
This continued until my cock leaked precum like a faucet. Between Henry’s cock that felt like a hot fireplace poker up my ass and Charles’s that was coating the inside of my mouth with his precum, I still couldn’t escape how badly I needed to release. Raymond to the rescue.
He pulled me off Henry’s and Charles’s cocks and pulled me by my collar over to Caleb and Marcus who were standing in the middle of the room, nude, making out. He pushed me to my knees in front of them and ordered, “Take care of them”, obviously referring to their cocks. Still ravenous, I took one cock in each hand, squeezed, and then tickled their piss slits with my tongue. I thirsted for whatever would come out of their cocks. I stepped it up and went back and forth, taking each of them deeper into my mouth than the time before. Before long, I was able to take each of the two black cocks, now glistening with my saliva, all the way down my throat. My gag reflex was nearly gone by now as I forced myself to take them deep. I was willing to use my throat however necessary to coax out their juices.
Like earlier, I could’ve done this done this all night, but before long Charles, then Henry, and finally Raymond joined them and I was surrounded by the five powerful black men and their massive cocks. They stroked themselves, and each other, and Raymond began to forcefully slap my face with his cocks. The others followed his lead and quickly I was now being angrily pummeled by five hard, black cocks.
I felt someone (Raymond, of course), grab a handful of my hair and pull my head back so I was looking up at the five of them. “This is why you’re here, bitch”, Raymond bellowed. “Five superior cocks of five superior men. Now get to work.”
I only had two hands and one mouth, but I did everything possible to please all five of them. And they didn’t hold back. When I swallowed a cock, the owner of it jammed it to the back of my mouth, with no regard for my ability. They’d pull out, slap my face with it, and jam it down me again, this time further. It was a cacophony of angry voices….
“That’s it boy, suck that dick…”
“Like all this dick in your mouth, boy?”
“Open your mouth…open your fucking mouth…”
“How bad you want this cock, boy….”
“Suck it like you mean it…”
My face was quickly covered with saliva, tears, phlegm, and every bodily fluid imaginable from my mouth. All I could do was endure. Did I love it? Fuck yes. This is what I’d signed up for. Could I take it? I wouldn’t know until it was all over. But out of the corner of my eye I saw Sir and Lt. lounging on the couch, enjoying their whiskeys, slowly stroking themselves, looking like two proud fathers. That alone made this all worthwhile.
As I continued to suck, choke and repeat, the five of them accelerated their assault on me. It only then dawned on me that I was at the center of a bukkake, like I’d seen in porn. I was their bukkake boy. Five black cocks getting ready to unload in my unworthy, pitiful mouth, hoping to swallow as much as I could, but knowing that much of their jizz would probably land on my face, body, and hair.
The realization that I was their bukkake boy turned me on even more. I had entered another universe. My entire world was these five cocks and my only goal was take them to orgasm and swallow as much of their cum as I could get down my throat. I hungered for their cocks and thirsted for their sweet juice. I had come to grips with the fact that I was unworthy and may never get to cum myself, but I was starving for cum and was going to take whatever I could get.
Caleb went first. He grabbed my hair to turn my head toward him and pushed his cock into my mouth. “FUCK, I’M CUMMING”, he screamed and shot a delicious load into my mouth. I intentionally stuck out my tongue to give them a visual worthy of a porn movie. My tongue was covered with cum and they all cheered. Charles was next and he did the same thing….grabbed my hair, twisted my face, jammed his cock down my throat, and exploded. I think he came faster than expected and covered my face with his sticky juice.
“Fuck, the white boy is covered with black man jizz”, one of the voices laughed. “My turn”, shouted Marcus. He, along with Henry was the most muscled and I looked forward to pleasing him. He turned my face to him and I opened my mouth like a hungry bird waiting to be fed. “FUCK, TAKE IT ALL WHITE BOY” he yelled as he unloaded down my throat.
Henry was standing right next to him, and I could tell he wanted to savor the moment. He placed both hands on either side of my head and rubbed his hard cock across my cum covered face. I kept opening my mouth begging for his jizz, but he continued to deny me. “You’re so fucking sexy little man”, he whispered. “You need to learn to appreciate black cock. Do you understand?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I know I’m not worthy, but please, let me taste you.” Henry understood how much he was turning me on and how erotic it was to smear the cum all over my face with his cock. He continued for what felt like an eternity. I was left with no alternative other than to beg, “Please sir, please give my your cum. I beg you”, I cried. I underestimated how close to shooting Henry was because that was all it took. Within seconds his cock was back in my mouth shooting with a velocity of a rocket ship sent to Mars. Knowing what a slut I was, he honored me by pulling back and completely covering my face and torso with his creamy load. After he’d regained his breath, he squatted down so our faces were level and gave my cum covered face a sweet kiss and said, “You’re so fucking sweet. I’ve got more for you later, OK?”
I had officially submitted. I wanted to cry and all I could say was, “Thank you sir, thank you”, and smiled.
Four of them had cum, and the room went eerily quiet. They knew that Raymond, their leader, was next. They slightly parted, leaving him room to maneuver, and he grabbed me by the hair and aggressively shoved his cock into my mouth. Given how quickly the night had unfolded, I hadn’t had a chance to really see how massive his cock was, but I remembered how it felt earlier that day when he fucked me. It had to have been at least 10”, thicker than I’d ever seen before with a head that was so engorged it looked like it would explode.
Thankfully, he took it somewhat easy on me. He pushed in and out forcefully, but not violently. He seemed to want to savor the moment like Henry, not just shoot. But not long after, he increased the velocity and I responded by increasing the intensity of my sucking. I’d completely whored out by this point and all I wanted was his cum. I’d have done anything to taste and swallow it. We battled each other. The harder he pushed into my mouth, the more I’d suck. Back and forth until finally, he grabbed the sides of my head with both hands, jerked my neck back so he looked straight down into my eyes, pulled his cock out of my open mouth and spit straight into it. Before I had a chance to close it, he erupted into my mouth and all over my face. It was more cum than I’d ever experienced, and by the sounds of his men, they were impressed as well.
“Fuck, he’s gonna drown the slut.”
“The pig can’t swallow fast enough”.
“What a whore.”
There I was…on my knees, nude and covered nearly in the cum of five Black gods who surrounded me and were nowhere near satisfied. I had been humiliated beyond even my raunchiest fantasies and we hadn’t even gotten to the ropes hanging from the ceiling or the sling.
But like the drill sergeant he was, Lt., had kept track of how many more loads I’d taken since the five Black gods had arrived. “That’s five more”, he exclaimed like a proud father and had me bend over to add five more hashmarks. There were already 21 hashmarks there, so they’d covered both glutes and were well into my back, prompting Lt. to tell the group, “Damn you guys are good, I’m running out of space on this slut’s ass and back.”
The night had just begun. I was covered in quickly drying cum, smelled like a cum dump and the ropes and sling awaited. I was a happy man.
