The Sling - Loads 27-35
The sling.
I’d watched it in porn, seen guys get fucked in it in in bathhouses, fantasized about it endlessly, but never experienced it myself. After everything….Jamal’s blow job, the vibrating butt plug in the restaurant, getting fucked by Sir and Lt. while being bound like a pretzel, Antonio, the anonymous hotel fucks, the grindr guys, the bukkake and the floggings, I was pretty sure the sling would be manageable. After all, who wouldn’t like to have five hot black guys all trying to fuck you at the same time.
Lt. approached Sir and me and together they gently removed the ropes from my wrists. I collapsed in their arms and as sacrilegious as it sounds, I couldn’t escape the imagery of Christ coming down from the cross. It’s blasphemous to make the comparison but the imagery was inescapable. With Sir now supporting me, Lt. removed the leather restraints from my ankles leaving me, once again, completely nude. They walked/carried me to the sling and gently placed me on my back and carefully secured my wrists and ankles in their respective restraints. Despite the thrashings, my skin wasn’t on fire and the ache in my balls had subsided. Bottom line, the arousal of being the centerpiece of their floggings far outweighed the discomfort I was experiencing now. And I had every intention of fully servicing the several cocks that were now targeting me.
I asked for this.
Once settled in the sling, Sir, now very much my ally, squatted by my head and whispered to me while gently stroking up and down my torso…
“You ok, buddy?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, Sir”, I replied. “I’ll be ok”.
“You took quite a beating up there.”
“I know, but I did it for you.” I said with genuine affection.
“I know you did buddy. I couldn’t be prouder. Ready for the last round?”
“Bring it on,” I whispered through a smile.
Sir stood up, looked at Raymond and announced, “Our boy is ready.”
Raymond, now back in command, looked at young Caleb and said, “Get started young man.”
I wasn’t quite sure what that meant. I surmised earlier that Caleb, being the youngest, was perhaps here to observe and learn as well as participate. I’d soon find out.
Caleb walked slowly to the sling and stepped between my legs where my hole was exposed and ready to be violated. But he surprised me. He dropped to the floor, first squatting and then settling in cross-legged, put his hands gently on my inner thighs to push my legs even further apart, and ever so gently started licking my hole. OMFG that felt good. I’d lost count of how many times I’d been fucked in the last 24+ hours (I later learned the count was 17), and while none were brutal, my hole had gotten a workout. Caleb’s soft tongue felt like much needed medicine. What was particularly sweet was he didn’t get all turned on and try to fuck me; he seemed to be honestly enjoying his task. So much so that Henry, my other ally, said from across the room, “Caleb, save some for the rest of us.”
The group roared with laughter, which helped me relax even more. The evening had transitioned from a dungeon of torture to a room full of horny guys who love sex.
Caleb stayed down there for an unexpectedly long time, licking and fucking my hole with his tongue. I couldn’t tell if he was instructed to or if he just was enjoying himself so much he’d keep going until told otherwise. About the time I was ready to re-engage, my friend and ally Henry, appeared at my head with his thicker-than-thick cock ready to go.
“You ready for this, daddy?” he asked as he rubbed his warm, hard cock across my face.
I looked straight up into his eyes and answered, “Fuck yeah, sexy man, bring it on.”
I wanted to grab his black granite cock with both hands, but they were restrained in the sling. Sensing how badly I wanted him, he rubbed his cock all over my face letting me enjoy every crevice and vein. Damn he had it going.
I opened my mouth, begging to inhale him, and said simply, “Please sir.”
That’s all he needed to push that throbbing cock of his into my waiting mouth. Despite everything I’d been through, or perhaps because of it, I had officially become a hungry slut. I wanted my mouth to provide him as much pleasure as possible. No compromise.
As he slid it deeper and deeper into my mouth, being careful not to abuse me any further, he groaned with satisfaction. We made eye contact as I eagerly sucked him off, “Fuck Thomas, you have the hottest mouth in Dallas….maybe even all of Texas. I’m gonna ask Sam if I can take you home with me”.
Damn that was music to my ears. Did I love sucking his throbbing warm cock? Fuck yeah I did. Did I love the pleasure I was giving him? Even more. I’d died and gone to fucking heaven.
While Henry was ramping up the action at my mouth, I sensed someone down at my ass and found that Marcus, equally as muscled as Henry but a bit younger, between my legs, ready to take me. Thankfully, he was sensually fingering my hole with lube. First one, then two, and finally three fingers slowly covering my insides with enough lube to welcome any size cock. As he got closer, he pulled my legs up to his chest and over his shoulders and slowly pushed the tip of his very thick cock into my hole. I groaned as he entered, prompting Henry to say, “Go slow Marcus, this boy is special. I want him to go all night.”
Damn, these guys aren’t half as scary as Raymond had led me to believe, I thought to myself.
“Fuck yeah, Hen,” Marcus answered. “I’ll go slow, but Thomas…look me in the eye while I fuck you.”
I looked up to make eye contact and his blue eyes were like lasers going through me. I was nearly hypnotized. If his eyes could talk they would’ve said, “Take this cock and love every inch of it, bitch. I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
But Henry added, “Slide in him nice and slow, Marcus. He’s got a real sweet ass”, as he continued to slide his own cock in and out of my mouth.
Which would it be?
Marcus appeared to be taking his orders from Henry as the feeling of Marcus sliding up into me was deliberately sensual and made my cock weep with precum. Marcus was sliding in and out of me with such physicality that I thought I’d cry. To top it off, Marcus was quite the talker after all, only adding to the eroticism. Right after he entered me, he said, “Damn that’s nice. I’m gonna stretch it out real good, boy.” Followed seconds later with, “That’s it baby, I’m opening you up.” Not long after that he slapped my ass hard and said, “Feels good boy, doesn’t it.”
I was sweating and wanted to respond to every remark he made, but my mouth was fully stuffed with Henry’s cock, making that impossible.
Then I heard, “This is what you were made for boy. Tell me how much you love it.” I wanted to scream from the rooftops how much I loved it but was paralyzed with pleasure.
“Good work”, Henry added as he pulled out of my mouth and stepped immediately behind me. He put both hands on my shoulders preventing the sling from rocking when Marcus fucked me and said, “Go harder now, Marcus, our boy needs to be bred.”
Marcus was glistening with sweat and welcomed the permission to step it up. He had clearly restrained himself in deference to Henry, now he could do whatever he wanted. I’d been so quietly satisfied before but now they were upping the ante, and I was good with that too. They’d taken me to another stratosphere, and I wanted, no needed, Marcus to fuck me like the Black god Raymond claimed they all were. I surprised even myself when I said, “Feed my hungry hole, Marcus. Please sir”. Marcus picked up the pace even more and moved from his serious fucking to an all-out fucking frenzy. He accelerated his speed and force and before long was pile driving his cock into me. It felt like he had gone even deeper than ever before, because Henry was at my head preventing me from moving backward as Marcus plowed into my hole
“Pound the bitch’s hole”, Charles yelled from the couch. “Yeah, fucking pound it. The bitch is fucking loving it.”
Was I loving it? That remark caused Marcus to pound me even harder.
“This is what you wanted, right boy?” asked Raymond. “You were made for this, boy.”
“Breed his faggot hole,” yelled Caleb, and that was the final straw for Marcus. He lost control, screamed, “Take my load, faggot”, and flooded my hole with his hot, creamy juice.
The crowd cheered and Raymond yelled out, “How many loads is that?”
27 responded Lt., who was in charge of keeping track with the hashmarks on my ass and back.
Marcus pulled out and Raymond immediately ordered Caleb to “Suck that juicy load out of him. I don’t want a drop wasted.” Caleb, the junior in the group, squatted down where he’d been before and sucked out as much jizz as his mouth could hold, then raced up to me and dropped it from his mouth to mine. It was still warm and I let it slide down my throat and savored the taste of sexy Marcus’s cum.
Now, Charles was at my hole and Henry and Caleb were stationed by my face. They placed their lubed cock in each of my hands indicating they expected a hand job while Charles fucked me. The feel of their steel hard cocks in each hand only added to my ecstasy and I wanted to pump their loads right out of them.
“Fuck him hard, Charles”, Raymond ordered. “Dump your load in him”.
“Oh, I intend to,” Charles answered. “It’ll be coming out of his ears when I’m done with him”.
Unlike Marcus before him, Charles got right to work. He was more old school than Marcus; no regard for me, everything was about him. I wasn’t surprised, as that’s what I had signed up for. In fact, these guys were going easier on me that I expected.
“Tell me what kind of cock you crave, faggot.” Charles barked at me.
“Big Black Cock, Sir” I grunted.
Pumping even harder, he continued, “Tell me why, bitch”.
“Because you’re superior, Sir”, I breathed.
“Damn right I am. My brothers and I could kick your white faggot ass. Like I’m doing right now”. He was fucking me with such intensity, I couldn’t help myself. As best I could, I braced my feet against the leather stirrups of the sling and lifted my ass to give him even better access. I wanted him to know he didn’t scare me; in fact, I wanted him deeper, rougher and he gave it to me.
“Sir,” I begged. “Gimme that big Black load you’ve been saving up all week. Breed this faggot white boy with it.”
Pretty sure that put him over the edge as he stiffened up like a board, pushed into me the deepest yet tonight, and yelled, “Take it white bitch. Take my seed….” And he proceeded to unload even more of his creamy goodness up my hole. He came…and came….and came….I lost count after 12 spasms and then he slumped and slowly pulled out of me. You’d think I’d have welcomed the end to the abuse, but in fact, I felt empty when he pulled out. Once again, I had accepted my role as the sexual prey who provided pleasure to these gods.
Raymond then snapped his fingers and said, “Caleb, you know what to do”, and he hustled down to my hole and, for the second time, slurped out his brother’s seed and fed it back to me.
Without being told, Caleb returned to my exposed hole and took his turn. Henry, who was still at my head, squatted down and whispered with a smile, “You like it when a even a little Black man like Caleb fucks you?”
“Yes sir,” I smiled back.
Caleb, being as youthful as he was, didn’t take long. Like before, Henry held my head steady so I didn’t swing, and Caleb fucked me with a youthful vigor unlike the others. What he lacked in style, he made up with energy and fucked me until I slipped into a trance and, without warning, felt his warm load invade me.
This left Henry, and, of course Raymond. Henry, who seemed to have my back throughout, knew it was his turn and made his way down between my legs. This was the guy I’d been waiting for. Marcus had been thick and satisfying, Charles reminded me I was nothing but a slut for their pleasure, and Caleb was lovingly sweet in his ever-so-fast encounter. But Henry was the real deal.
Like Caleb had earlier, he squatted down between my legs and pushed his face into my hole. With his head raised so he could see me, he said “For a novice Thomas, your hole sure has seen some action”, and then got to work, tenderly kissing, licking, and sucking my hole. He treated it like it was the main course, which of course we both knew, it was not. He sent electricity through my body that was as strong as the electric butt plug. I groaned as he tongued me…”Oh fuck, Henry, oh please, don’t make me cum”.
“Sir Henry to you, slut” he said with a half-smile.
“Forgive me Sir”, I smiled in return. “Please Sir, please stop sir. Please never stop, Sir.”
He stayed down there for a deliciously long time, in fact, enough time for me to take stock of the room. Raymond was standing next to Henry stroking his shockingly long, and very hard cock. I knew he would be the grand finale. Around the room were Caleb, Marcus and Charles, who, surprisingly, were already getting hard again. Damn, they’d cum in me just minutes before. Was everyone going to get thirds?
Off to the side on the couch were Sir and Lt., like proud parents, watching the events unfold. Their cocks were hard as rock too and I wondered where they fit into tonight’s activities.
Snapping my out of my near vegetative state, I heard Sir Henry moan, “Damn, you taste good boy. I could eat you all night.”
“That’s not what we’re here to see,” Raymond interjected. “We want to see you fuck that boy to hell and back. Get to it Hen.”
Sir Henry caught my eye and mouthed the words,” Low and slow”. Even after all the loads that had been dumped in me, my hole was still hungry, make that starving, for Sir Henry’s cock. I knew my role was to give him pleasure, but he wanted me to enjoy it as well.
By this time, my hole was so well lubed Sir Henry pushed in easily. Like a trained professional, he slid in, slightly paused, pushed in further, paused, pushed in further, paused, until he was balls deep in me. What he didn’t’ know (or perhaps he did), was that every time he pushed in further, it was the best feeling my hungry hole had ever experienced. Then he’d go further, and it was better…and better…and better…until when he was all the way up, I thought I’d died and gone to pig heaven. The fullness of my rectum was indescribable. His cock fit in there like a hand fits into a glove. And he’d expertly targeted my P-spot so that every time he slid in or out an electric current pulsed through my body. I looked down at my cock and there was a continuous flow of pre-cum now dripping like a faucet. I honestly didn’t know if I could take him without spontaneously cumming.
“You like that boy?” he asked with genuine concern.
“Of fuck Sir, please Sir, just keep doing that.”
The room could tell something magical was happening and they started to gather around us. Raymond was the most conspicuous, as he seemed be assessing Henry’s performance for his personal approval. But before long, Caleb, Marcus and Charles were standing over me as well, and not long after that, I had a cock in each hand and another one grazing my face as Henry slowly and sensually long dicked me.
And even more surprisingly, I now saw Sir and Lt. videoing the scene with iPhones. I knew there were hidden cameras in both rooms, but it seemed they wanted closeups of the action as well.
Henry’s slow and sensual approach gave me a moment of clarity to reflect on the situation I’d found myself in. A caring Black man fucking me slowly, another two Black cocks, one in each hand, and a fourth Black cock grazing my face. As gloriously content as I was, I knew it was going to get rough. Raymond was still waiting in the wings, not to mention Sir and Lt. who fully expected their piece of the action. But for now, it was nirvana. I’d never felt a cock do to me what Henry’s was and the other four cocks were frosting on the cake.
I think Henry was enjoying himself as much as I was and before long he was moving faster. Damn how he moved. His cock had radar for my prostate and knew exactly how to scrape it from the inside. Precum was flowing from my cock non-stop. As abused as I’d been that day, I wanted his seed in the worst way. I lifted my hips off the leather sling giving him even better access and pleaded, “Please Sir, please fuck my pussy. PLEASE.”
Henry made piercing eye contact and grunted, “What makes you think you deserve this superior Black man’s jizz, white boy?”
“I don’t sir,” I begged. “I don’t, but please sir, breed this pussy. Breed this pathetic white boy”. Hearing those words come out of my mouth was like an out of body experience. Had I ever even called myself a ‘pathetic white boy’ or contemplated begging for a stranger to ‘breed my pussy’? Hell no. But I meant it now. With all my heart.
That’s what it took. Henry began to pummel my ass faster and deeper. We were both elevated to a place beyond this hotel suite. Our eyes met, our gaze locked, our eyes exchanged a wordless dialogue as he sensually fucked me:
Henry: I own you
Me: I know sir, take me
Henry: You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever fucked
Me: Thank you, Sir. You’re the sexiest man who’s ever fucked me
Henry: I’m gonna cum in you hard
Me: Please sir, I want all of you
Henry: Get ready for my seed
Me: Please sir, please breed me.
Henry’s body glistened with sweat and began trembling and he screamed, “TAKE IT WHITE BOY, TAKE MY SEED” and shot a firehose of cum into me. He flooded my hole. The satisfaction of getting him to that point was indescribable. Does hot jizz shooting into your guts literally feel good? Hell, yes! Does getting the sexiest man you’ve ever seen to an epic climax inside you feel good? Fuck. It’s the best feeling ever. And I just achieved it.
Although I didn’t climax physically, I did mentally. Knowing what I’d done to Henry was incredibly satisfying. Likewise, Henry collapsed onto me as I lay in the swing. The weight of his body, dripping with sweat, made up for the emptiness in my hole. I’d become such a slut I wanted more. I longed for even more cock to use me.
My eyes closed, Henry laid there, heart pounding, covering me in his sweat, and he may have been there all night if not for Raymond.
“Henry, we’re not finished here”, he said. “Get your sorry body moving. Now it’s my turn, and the rest of you get one more go at the boy. Henry’s load makes it 30. We have five more to go.”
“Jesus, Raymond”, Henry protested as he pulled himself off me. “I’ll need a minute to get hard again.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be hard in no time after you see what I have store for him.”
Raymond then turned to Lt. and said, “Get the cuffs.” Lt. immediately went into the other room and came out with a pair of leather handcuffs connected by a leather strap about 4” long and pulled me off the sling. “Hands behind your back”, he ordered and promptly cuffed my wrists behind me. Raymond gave my wrists a tug to make sure they were secure with enough force to remind me he was in charge. Then he pushed me face down on the sling, feet on the floor, head hanging off the top edge, with the bottom edge of the sling nested at the base of my cock so, although still erect, my cock hung free of the sling. And, of course, my ass was more exposed than ever.
“Good boy,” Raymond said, “both holes ready to be used.”
I think I zoned out at this point. I’d already taken nine loads from them since they arrived….how were they able to go another three rounds? Maybe they were superior after all.
My only solace was that, so far, no one had gotten unbearably rough. Maybe rough is relative, but so far I had been able to endure what they dealt out. But all bets were off with Raymond. He was one of the anonymous fucks earlier in the day and was the most aggressive by far.
I was face down, head hanging over the end of the sling, feet on the floor, cock still hard but hanging free of the sling, hands restrained behind my back about waist high, and ass exposed. Waiting.
Before long, Raymond pulled my bound wrists toward his waist to assert control and slowly pushed his cock into me. “Mmmmmm, nice and sloppy, like the slut you are. This is gonna be fun”, he announced mockingly.
After a couple of thrusts to get warmed up, he pulled out and silently motioned for someone to take over for him. I felt a different cock slide in and Raymond asked, “Guess who”, which evoked a round of laughter from the rest of them. Caleb had a long, narrow dick, so I was pretty sure it was him, so I guessed, “Caleb?”
“Fuck yeah”, Caleb shouted excitedly and he started jack hammering me. “My dick is famous!”
It felt like someone, probably Raymond, pulled him out of me and sent him up to my face. While Raymond pushed back into me he said, “Get Caleb’s cock good and clean”, and by that time, Caleb had made his way up to me and was presenting his cock, covered with jizz from the previous fucks, into my mouth.
By this time I was resigned to their depravity and sucking off a cum- coated cock certainly was doable—ok, I’ll admit it—pleasurable. That’s how fall I’d fallen.
Back downstairs, Raymond was pulling my bound wrists toward him for leverage to fuck me deeper. His cock was epically long and thick; with him using my bound hands for leverage, he was getting insanely deep.
I was drifting into the trance I’d been in and out of the past 36 hours when Raymond pulled out again, followed by an unnamed cock taking his place, and the question, “Who this time, slut?”
This one wasn’t that easy. I eliminated Henry because his fuck was so memorable. That left Marcus and Charles. I had to guess but my odds were 50/50. I guessed Marcus because he was younger than Charles and he was going at me hard, so I assumed it was the younger of the two.
I guessed Marcus and got a whoop of approval. “Damn,” Marcus laughed, “he’s such a slut he can tell our cocks apart!”
After a few thrusts without cumming they repeated the pattern….Marcus moved to my mouth to be cleaned and Raymond, pulling my bound wrists to him for leverage pounded me harder than ever. I would’ve been fine to mentally check out and just ride the wave of pleasure/agony but Raymond kept interrupting it with the mystery fucks.
No surprise, Raymond pulled out, Charles took his turn at my hole then made his way to get cleaned up while Raymond resumed his near brutal pace.
Finally, it was Henry’s turn. I knew Raymond would save him for last. Amazingly, he was hard again, and was slow, sensuous, and almost romantic, if fucking a guy in a sling with his hands tied behind his back can be considered romantic.
Sadly, his turn went quickly, but I’d still get to taste him again when he made his way to the front of the line. He held my head in his hands as I swallowed him, savoring every drop of the mixture of cum I cleaned off his cock. There was a special energy that radiated from him and his cock that was intoxicating. But at the same time, Raymond was going in for the kill.
Grasping my hands behind my back with such force, it felt like he’d pull my arms out of their sockets. But I have to admit, I’d never felt anything like the power and lust that he fucked me with. What he lacked in warmth and imagination he more than made up with pure intensity. He was reaching DEFCON 1 levels when his cock reached a point in my anatomy never touched before. He had a special way of lingering just a second longer when the tip of his cock grazed my prostate, both going in and coming out. I could feel the precum oozing out of my cock onto the floor below.
“Get ready guys”, he said breathlessly. “I want you to fill his mouth with cum as I’m filling his hole.”
I’d been so transfixed by what was happening down there, I’d missed the four cocks in my face, competing for my mouth’s attention. “Open wide cocksucker” Marcus (or at least I think it was Marcus) yelled as his (or someone’s) cock went deep into the back of my throat.
Up there, they took turns using my throat, each rotating so they all had a chance to cum in my mouth…like Russian Roulette.
Raymond was punching my guts like I’d never felt before and the four cocks at my face were jockeying for my mouth.
Whoever was in my mouth (I think it was Caleb) yelled, “Fuck, I can’t wait” and let it fly. That must’ve triggered Raymond, because just as Caleb’s orgasm started to slow, Raymond yelled, “FUCK, I’m breeding the bitch. You guys cum NOW”.
The verbalizations of their mutual arousal put them all over the edge. In a heartbeat, I had two cocks cumming in my mouth and the other two shooting in my face. The first two pulled out while still shooting and finished on my face while the second two had enough left for me to swallow.
Meanwhile, back downstairs, Raymond had flooded my guts with what felt like quarts of hot, sticky cum. Thankfully, he had released his grip on my bound wrists, which had been the only real pain I’d encountered. But I couldn’t imagine how much cum was up my hole.
The room was strikingly quiet. The five superior Black gods had been sated, and I had been the instrument of their pleasure. They pulled away and after a few moments I could hear them getting dressed and quietly congratulating each other on successfully “taking care of that white bitch boy”, and other similarly degrading comments.
As they cleaned up to leave, Sir and Lt. came by to release my wrists and pull me up from the sling. I could barely stand up, I was so exhausted. They each got under a shoulder and held me up, once again, like Christ off the cross. My body and mind were numb.
Before they left, Henry came up to me as I was being held up by Sir and Lt., took my face in his hands and whispered affectionately, “You’re fucking amazing, daddy. I gave my number to Master Sam. You know what to do with it.” He pulled away from my ears, leaned in and gave me a long, affectionate kiss, turned and walked away. As much as I’d been through, that moment meant everything.
Raymond and his gang said their goodbyes, and after the door closed behind them, Sir and Lt. started to walk me to the bedroom.
“You’re a fucking stud, Thomas”, Sir said. That’s a tough crowd and you didn’t let them break you. I’m so fucking proud of you”. Pretty amazing words from the guy who was supposedly my dom/master for the weekend.
“Let’s get you in the bathtub and into bed. If you can take it, we have one more surprise for you tonight”, he said quietly with a hint of a smile on his face. “You’ll finally get your wish”.
