Home Alone: Loads 8-17
I must’ve passed out cold the night before; I don’t remember anything after Antonio left. When I woke up the next morning, we were a bit of tangled mess. Sir’s leg was strewn over mine with his arm over Lt. who was lying flat on his back with the covers thrown off, fast asleep with an erection the size of the Eiffel Tower. Damn he was sexy. Even after last night, just staring at his taught body and the weight of Sir’s leg over mine made me instantly horny. Their strategy of my ongoing cum denial was paying off. I was in a constant state of arousal and willing to do anything to satisfy my horniness. They were successfully turning me into a hungry slut.
It wasn’t my decision how to start the morning, so I remained motionless, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Would they expect to pick up where we left off last night? Get showered and go to breakfast? Something I didn’t see coming?
I sensed a body shuffle and then heard Sir lean over and whisper to Lt., “Good morning sexy man.” Lt. couldn’t have been in too deep a sleep as he responded quickly with a kiss. Apparently motioning to Lt.’s erection, Sir said, “You got a good one going there. I know just the remedy for that,” and turned directly to me.
Not knowing I was already awake and eavesdropping, Sir shook me awake and said, “Good morning sunshine. I’ve got a little project here for you” and pulled my head into Lt.’s crotch. “Take care of the Lt. Thomas, while I shower and make some coffee. Lt., give our boy a good workout.”
I didn’t wait to be asked. I lowered myself on his cock; damn that man had a beautiful cock. Enormously thick, veiny, with short dark pubes that he kept nicely trimmed nestled between those two muscular legs. Waking up to a mouthful of that was a great way to start my day. I climbed between his legs like I had with Antonino the night before and curled up between his thighs. There’s something profoundly submissive about being in that position, like a dog curled up in its master’s lap. I could tell we both wanted to take our time. Lt. groaned appreciatively and ran his fingers through my hair and gently pushed my head down to swallow him. My gag reflex had improved since just yesterday so I knew I was pleasing him. I climbed further down his legs so I could lick his taint and balls which began to drive him wild. I flicked that space right between his balls and his ass crack and he groaned, then gave his balls a leisurely tongue bath, and then went back to work on his cock, paying special attention to his swollen head and slit. I wanted to suck a load right out of him in gratitude for everything he and Sir were doing to help me realize my fantasy. He grabbed me by the scalp and began to slowly thrust into me while holding my face down on his cock. He was no longer my Master…we were both men with needs. My need to suck and his to be sucked. We achieved a rhythm that wordlessly acknowledged this. We both knew just how hard to go so as not to have him cum too quickly. We went, and went, and went. I was in heaven and I know he was as well.
But all good things….he started to escalate the pace, and ultimately surrendered to the explosion of cum that was making its way from his balls up his stiff cock. He grasped my scalp hard and pushed his cock even deeper down my throat and erupted like a volcano. Although I didn’t cum, the experience was nearly existential. The reward I got from his pleasure was as satisfying as if I had cum myself. Realizing how sensitive his cock would be after, I gently coaxed every last drop of his sweet cream out of him with my tongue and soft lips. I assumed this was my breakfast and couldn’t afford to waste a drop of it.
When it was clear I’d sucked him dry, Lt. reluctantly climbed off the bed and invited me to join him in the shower. Sir had already cleaned up so it was just the two of us. Having cum just moments ago, he wasn’t up for another round, and I, hard as ever, wasn’t allowed, so shower sex wasn’t in the cards.
We dried off, he got dressed, and having learned my lesson, I stayed nude. Sir was dressed, drinking his coffee and he looked over to inspect me. “Looking good sexy man” he said approvingly. “Get over here and turn around” he ordered. I hadn’t seen it but he had the magic market at the table and he added a hashmark. “Lt. got a treat this morning; that makes eight. You’ve been a busy boy. We’re gonna run out of space on your ass.” Part humiliation and part pride (but mostly pride), I turned so he could add hashmark #8 on my ass.
“So, how’d you like Day 1?” he asked. I smiled and was about to share that so far so good, but he cut me off. “Nope, never mind. Yesterday was just a warmup; we have a very full day planned for you today. So if yesterday was too much, too bad, there’s no turning back.”
“You’ll need your nourishment”, Lt. added as he served me a small bowl of yogurt, white, no fruit, that looked suspiciously like what I’d already sucked out of his cock. “Look familiar?” he smirked. “Don’t worry, it’s not what you think it is…it’s real yogurt. We need you to keep your strength up.”
All I could do was smile. Yesterday had exceeded every expectation and today was promising to be more of the same.
It was getting close to 10AM and, as I was finishing my meager breakfast, Sir and Lt. seemed to be preparing to leave. “Lt. and I are going out for brunch. We took you out to dinner with us last night, but today we trust you to stay home alone. But just to make sure….” he paused mid-sentence and motioned for me to join him back in the bedroom/dungeon. Lt. followed right behind me and, pointing to the bed, he finished Sir’s sentence, “….face down, arms and legs spread.”
My mind went blank. What were they setting me up for? But I submissively did as I was told and immediately had the leather cuffs back on my wrists and ankles and bound to the ropes in the four corners. I was a human “X” again, but this time face down. Thankfully, they didn’t attach my balls to a rope and left the ropes slightly more slack than last night, but exposed and vulnerable to whatever came my way.
Once secure, Lt. added, “Oops, almost forgot,” and secured a blindfold tightly over my eyes, sending me into blackness. My sense of solitude and vulnerability was nearly overwhelming. What had I gotten myself into.
I sensed Sir and Lt. standing at the end of the bed admiring me, and I was right, as I heard Sir remark from the foot of the bed, “Mmmmm, good enough to eat.”
My heart raced as I knew what they were setting me up for, but how rough could this get without them there supervising? I had to ask…”Sirs, won’t there be housekeeping and others in and out of the room? What if they find me here?”
Laughing, Sir responded, “That’s the idea, Thomas.” And then he added to Lt., “Don’t forget the other stuff”, and I heard them place something on the bedside table. Lt. read, “Lube, use it”, and “Mark your load on the slut when you’re done.”
Fuck. This was real. Strangers were going to come in and use me while helpless and record their load. This was taking it to a new level, and I felt my cock harden like never before.
I didn’t know they’d left the room until I heard Sir call from the suite’s door, “See you later, slut. Don’t do anything Lt. and I wouldn’t”, and he made sure I heard the door slam shut.
I was now alone, nude, face down and tied to the bedposts with my ass exposed. The silence was deafening. What should I expect? One guy? Three? Five? Could there be more? Could they be psychopaths? Had I really fucked up?
My heart was pounding so fast I forced myself to deep breathe. I squirmed to release myself, but Lt. had made sure the ropes were bound tight. I tried to reassure myself the Sir and Lt. wouldn’t put me in danger. But what if I were wrong?
I laid there for what seemed like forever. Every minute that passed was another minute I had escaped danger. I settled into a strange serenity visualizing myself from the foot of the bed as the men who’d use me would see me when they entered. Frankly, it made me hard just to think about it. I knew how muscled my arms, back and legs were, and my glutes were a real source of pride for me. Those lucky fuckers who Sir lined up, I thought to myself. This got me so hard, I had to lift my hips off the mattress so as not to shoot.
Having finally reached this transcendental state, I heard the suite door open. My heart immediately started pounding in my chest as I heard footsteps approach and then stop in the open door. “Fuck…” I heard a man whisper.
Seeing what he did, he didn’t waste any time getting naked. I heard him unbuttoning, unzipping, and kicking off his shoes and socks and in no time he was kneeling between my legs and gently placed the tip of his tongue into my hole.
“Oh….oh….oh…FUCK” I moaned.
My reaction encouraged him as he began to lick my crack vigorously and fucked my hole with his tongue. Being blindfolded and bound intensified the experience beyond description. I couldn’t help myself from arching my back and sticking my ass in the air to beg for more. “Fuckin’ do me..” I found myself quietly whispering. I had no idea who I was asking to do this…all I knew was a stranger was taking whatever they wanted from me and it turned me on beyond words. I was beyond aroused.
He slowed down to a stop and reached for the bedstand to open the lube followed immediately by his lubed fingers working my hole.
“Ohhhh….ohhhh…Ohhhhh…” I moaned. I instinctively pushed my ass high in the air. I was offering myself to him in the rawest, most explicit way possible. He knew it too and aggressively fingered my hole. First one finger, then two, then finally three fingers, all the way in, circling around, and paying special attention to my hyper-sensitive prostate. I was as close to doggy style now as my ropes would allow, signaling to my oppressor that I wanted more. Finally, it happened. I felt the tip of a dick press into me and very slowly advanced past my first ring and over my prostate until I felt his balls tickle that spot between my hole and my balls. ‘Oh my fucking god…” I moaned. “Fuck me whoever you are….please…” I begged. My rectum was packed full of cock and expanding as every second passed.
I don’t know who was getting off more…him or me, but I didn’t really care. All I knew was this was insanely hot. He quickly moved from gentle thrusts to aggressive pounds, and soon he was long-dicking me. Every time he was fully in me, he stopped to breathe and let me enjoy the length of his cock. He knew his cock was unique and wanted me to fully enjoy his gift. Every time he stopped, I begged, “DON’T STOP. FUCK ME….BREED ME SIR..” Finally, that put him over the edge. With his hands fully grasping my hips, he knelt to get better leverage, thrust into me with a force I hadn’t felt before so I clamped down on him with every muscle in my rectum. That did it. He blew his load deep into me with so many spasms I lost count. I felt his deliciously warm cum invade me and it didn’t take long before his sweaty body collapsed on me and we both panted, breathlessly. The experience was so intense I wanted to at least put a face to it, but that wasn’t in the cards. After a few moments, he pulled his cock out of my sloppy hole, got off me and quietly got dressed. I laid there in a depraved state of bliss, wondering why I’d enjoyed getting fucked by a total stranger so much. I sensed him back at the night table and I smelled the unmistakable fragrance of the old school magic marker. As he drew another hashmark, marking his territory, he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I was #9. Sam was right about you…you were fucking amazing. I hope to see you again sometime.”
After hearing him leave, I laid there contended with his cum dripping down my thigh and somewhat relieved that Sir had arranged this. As he was leaving, he must’ve crossed paths with my next “guests” as the door re-opened almost seconds after he departed. I heard voices talking this time. It sounded like two frat bros, both from the timber of their voices as well as their language…
“Dude, this is gonna be epic..”
“I know, SPIT ROAST”, I heard from the next room. They shed their clothes as they made their way through the suite so they were nude, or close to it, by the time they found me in the room.
“Fuckin’ A, look at this guy. He’s a fucking stud, just waiting for it.”
“Look at that ass…I bet he squats 285…probably more…”
“And his hole, looks like he just took a load…he’s leaking…”
By now one had crawled between my legs and the other was near the headboard. They weren’t kidding when they announced “spit roast".
“Ass in the air, daddy”, the one between my legs ordered. When I did, he spied my thick, dripping cock, and with his lubed hand, fisted it and pulled it backward. I cried “FUCK!” from the pain and he relented slightly. But he was transfixed with my cock. “Look at this cock Brandon”, he remarked. “Rob wasn’t kidding, it’s as thick as a fucking beer can.”
“Too busy up here to care” Brandon replied. Just as he said that, he’d grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, “Open up, daddy”, he ordered. He didn’t wait long before he forcefully pushed his hardened cock into my mouth. “Mmmmm,” Brandon said. “Daddy knows how to take cock.”
When you’ve become a submissive slut like I had, nasty remarks like that become an aphrodisiac. He challenged me to show him what a good cocksucker I was so lurched forward (as far as the ropes would allow) to swallow him whole. “FUCK”, Brandon yelped, “The pig is horny!!!”
“Watch this”, I heard from the foot of the bed and immediately knew what was coming. Brandon’s buddy had found my hole and pushed his hard cock into me, apparently pleased how lubed and ready I was. “The slut is pre-lubed”, he groaned. “That guy in the hallway beat us to him.”
The two seemed to have done this before because their rhythm was impeccable. Brandon’s buddy would push me into Brandon, then Brandon would push back hard. Back and forth and I loved every minute of it. They continued for awhile without cumming before Brandon had an idea. “Stay there, I’m coming down there to help you”, he said.
He slid down the side of the bed saying, “Ok, slut, push up your hips, but Josh, keep your dick in him as he does.” I didn’t know where was this going, but at least I now knew the other guy’s name was Josh. We both did as told and I was nearly on my hands and knees, doggy style, although still restrained. Josh had to get on his knees to stay in me, leaving space under me for Brandon to scoot in under me. Now with Josh’s cock fucking my hole inches above Brandon’s head, Brandon pulled my hips down to his face so he could lick Josh’s cock as it entered and exited my hole. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Josh roared with approval, “DUDE! That’s fucking amazing! Go crazy down there”.
I could feel Brandon’s mouth and tongue licking Josh’s cock and my hole as it slid in and out of me until Josh slowed down, and then stopped with his cock fully up my ass. “Get your tongue in there, bro. Let’s DP him with my cock and your tongue.”
With his mouth actively working Josh’s cock and my hole, he did his best to answer, “Fuck yeah, dude.”
And so it began. Josh barely moved…he only slightly pushed in and out of my hole while Brandon did all the work. I could feel his hot mouth attack his buddies’ cock while he tried his best to wedge the tip of his tongue into my hole. And did he try! He’d lick the circumference of Josh’s cock to get it extra wet where it entered me. Then he’d push his tongue between the cock and my hole, stretching it, but in the best possible way. I’d never felt anything like it. He kept it up over and over until, finally about an inch of his tongue was in my hole alongside Josh’s cock.
“Fuck, I’m so close”, Josh whimpered.
“Don’t cum yet dude, I want us both to unload at the same time. Pull out and let him suck you off. I’ll take over down there.”
Josh pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, but they changed places with remarkable efficiently.
Now they both enjoyed a different sensation and, given how close they were when they switched, it didn’t take long for them to cum.
Seconds after pushing into my hole, Brandon cried, “Oh my fucking god, this guy’s hole is fucking AMAZING!!”, which was quickly followed by Josh, “Swallow it whole, bitch”. Hearing each other verbalize their lust took them over the edge…”Fuck, I’m cumming”, cried Brandon, followed by audible moans from his buddy as he tensed up and shot rope after rope into my mouth.
So young, they both shot copious amounts of cum into my holes. Even though most of Josh’s jizz went straight down my throat, he still managed to cover my face with his load. Likewise, I lost count of how many times Josh unloaded up my hole. All I know was when he pulled out, it felt like a quart of cum came out with it.
They were quiet as they got dressed, leading me to believe that it wouldn’t have been macho for them to acknowledge me. I was a receptacle for their lust, nothing more.
Just before leaving, I smelled the magic marker and felt a mark with Brandon saying “#10.” He handed Josh the magic marker and Josh said, “There’s no more space on his ass, I’ll have to move up to his back. Here goes….#11…what a slut.”
And they were gone.
I took six more loads in the next two hours.
#12 was a kindly, black southern gentleman with a warm embrace as he fucked me. Before beginning, he prepared a warm washcloth to wipe off the all the cum that was left on my face. It was as close to “making love” as I had that afternoon.
#13 and #14 were office mates on their lunch break. Guess who was their lunch? Both Alpha males, they worked me over hard…think Brandon and Josh about 10 years older.
#15 called out “Housekeeping” when he entered the suite and didn’t act a bit surprised finding me there. I’m sure that was part of the plan. He was like a kid in a candy store and it clearly wasn’t the first time he’d found a slut like me in one of the rooms he was assigned to clean.
#16 was the cable guy, who was allegedly told to check out the TV in the room. I could tell he was a musclebound stud and his fuck came as close to a porn fantasy as I could imagine.
Finally, #17 was a 50-something African American executive who knew his way around the suite. By this time, I didn’t know how much more I could take, but he brought me along slowly until I was panting for him to take me. What I would quickly come to learn was this seasoned executive had the longest, most sensual dick I’d ever experienced. When he slowly entered me, he kept going, and going, and going. I couldn’t believe how deep he went. But he was so experienced, he made it work. He found my prostate early on and gave it the workout of its lifetime. After what seemed like an afternoon-long session he finally came in me and as marked me #17.
As he quietly got dressed, I reflected on what I was experiencing. Although the anonymous sex itself lacked intimacy and I never climaxed, I got a depraved satisfaction from it. I thrilled at the unknown when I heard the suite door open. I longed to be touched when they entered the bedroom. I tensed with anticipation as I heard them undress. I tingled as their lubed fingers explored my hole. I fantasized about the next cock to slide into me. I craved the warmth of a stranger’s cum flooding my rectum. I hungered for the taste of another’s creamy load on my tongue. What was wrong with me?
As he was leaving, #17 simply said, “Nice meeting you Thomas”, but before I could react or he could leave, the suite door opened with the sound of Sir’s and Lt.’s voices. “Raymond!”, Sir greeted him heartily, “So glad you made it up here. I hope you were pleased with Thomas!”
“Oh, I certainly was” answered Raymond.
“Great!” Sir added. “You’ll be able to make it to the party tonight then, I hope.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Raymond responded. “Not for the world.” He continued, “Lt., do you have all the equipment you need?”
“All set to go”, Lt. replied confidently. “Thank you again for your assistance”, he added.
So the man with the ultra-long and ultra-satisfying cock was Raymond…and I’d see him again later. Damn.
After Raymond left, Sir and Lt. came into the room and sat on either side of me on the bed. Gently stroking my back as if I were a pet, Sir remarked, “Jesus, you were busy, Thomas. Eight loads! You ok?” he asked with genuine concern.
I didn’t want to whine or disappoint them in any way so I answered, “I think so sir. Most of them went easy on me.”
“Good boy, Thomas.”
Then Lt., piped up…”We have something planned for you this afternoon though. Go empty yourself and rest for a few minutes, but we need to get started soon,” and he walked to the closet where he had stored most of his toys and pulled out an iron apparatus that looked like it restrained your ankles and wrists. How? I couldn’t guess. But all I knew was 17 guys had unloaded in or on me in the past 24 hours. I was horny beyond description and was ready to beg to be allowed to cum.
