I can feel the coolness of the concrete floor underneath me. I know this because I am naked. Bare, as the day I wailed with my first breath into this world. My dangling balls are reacting to the coolness of the frigid concrete floor and the room; they are rolling amidst my many curly haired pubes. I can feel it. Why am I naked? Where am I? I do not want to get a hard-on, especially in a time such as this. My eyes are open, but I am blindfolded. I cannot see, although there are dark shapes moving about near me. I have already tried to talk but all I got was a muffled sound from my mouth. I am gagged. I am not alone. I can hear others in this place, in this room, where I am, but I do not know exactly how many of us there are. I hear four or five voices, six, maybe more, but I am not sure. I am not sure if they are men or if they are women. I just do not know.
I want to scream. Yell. Rip the blindfold from eyes but my hands are bound behind my back. By handcuffs or by ties, I cannot distinguish which they are. The only thing I can say too is that my feet are not bound. Thank goodness. I attempt to stand. But that is halted by a response from my captor.
“Sit the fuck back down, boy. You fuckin’ attempt to stand and I am gonna knock you the fuckin’ floor. Do you hear me, boy? Sit the fuck back on the concrete! Park that pretty little round ass of yours back down!”
I sat back down. I did not expect to hear such a gruff sounding voice. There is something else in the room with us. I hear a low hum despite it being barely audible. But I can hear it.
I do not know how long I have been here. I awoke suddenly against the wall. I panicked but calmed down. Time seems to stand still. I can feel a hard-on growing between my legs. They are so unruly and have a mind of their own despite the situation I find myself in.
I hear footsteps coming up towards me. My captor.
“A boy has a hard-on.” The familiar voice says. The angry man. My imprisoner. Suddenly I feel a hand grip my cock. And pull and tug on it with such fierceness, my cock gets harder in his fingers. “It is a nice one. Long and thick.” The unfamiliar man squeezes my cock harder within his agile fingers. “Stand up, boy. Stand the fuck up! Do it now! Do as I say, boy!”
I struggle to get into an upright position as to his demands. But I finally do, his fingers never leave my cock. He keeps squeezing, as more blood pumps into my erection. A warm wet mouth engulfs my erection. I know it is him. I sigh, despite the gag in my mouth. His mouth feels good. Warm. Hot. Wet. The room suddenly goes eerily quiet. The others, whoever they are, are rapt with attention as my moans, and groans, are the only sound that can be heard. I can feel his nose as it is burrowing deep within my bushy pubes. Each time the air exits his nose I can feel it as it sweeps through my hairiness. The head of my cock hits the back of his throat as he rams his mouth forcefully onto my cock. He is face-fucking his own face with my cock. I am not fighting him, why would I? Despite me not knowing who this man is. I can feel the cum building up within my balls. He sucks harder. And harder. Bringing all the pressure into my raging erection. I shake as the ecstasy floods through me as my jets of cum explodes into his mouth. He does not let up as he milks me dry of my man-juice. I can barely stand as I am raked with an incredible body-shaking orgasm. He finally releases himself from my cock. I can hear him wipe his mouth and gulp down my heaping load. He does not appear to waste any of it. Of me. I feel a warm damp sensation on my toes. Has he spurted his load onto me? Is he as naked as the prisoners he holds in this room?
“Good boy! Good boy! Angel boy has given me his load!” The unknown man tells the room. I am not embarrassed as he took it from me, but I did not fight him. I do not think I could. Does this man know that my name is Gabriel. But everyone calls me Gabe. Does he know me? Is that why he called me Angel boy?
Once he has finished, he walks away but not before he barks and tells me to sit back down, which I do. There is a shuffling in the room I am wondering if the other men in the room are being graced with a similar raging hard-on. Why does he not go to them? Does he only like me?
I am twenty-four. A wispy blonde haired and muscled young man. I stand a little over six feet tall at six-foot and an inch in height. My body is blanketed with similar hair to my head. I wish I were much hairier; I am just not so sure you could see it if I were to have it. My friends call me Adonis, mockingly, not as a good thing but as a form of masculine jealousy. They figure I am getting the pussy that they are not. But I do not care about women, in that sort of way, I am often wondering about how their cocks would taste in my mouth. I long to feel their cocks in my mouth and in my deep hairy hole. But none of my friends know of my hidden desires for them. I hope. I can still hear that hum in the background. What is it?
“Stand up, boys, all of you, now!” That voice again. I can feel my cock hardening as he gruffly talks.
“Angel boy is getting a hard-on, again.” The man says. “Good thing, he is gonna need it. Y’all are.”
I can hear the rustling in the room as everyone stands. I guess we are all men, as he said ‘boys.’ So, there are no women, I would not want any women to be among us as that would just be so wrong.
I feel a rough calloused hand grab my shoulder. And move me to a new spot. And then lift my arms over my head. Unlock my handcuffs, that’s what they are now, I know, and then relock them as my hands are now over my head. Soon, I can feel someone behind me as I can tell there is someone in front of me, too. We are arranged like a human train with our hands cuffed to some type of metal bar above our heads. My cock is still hard, throbbing, as is the guy behind me. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against my round butt-cheeks. And there is a wetness on my ass. He is leaking pre-cum. I am sure I am, too.
“Boys, you are going to fuck the man, I mean, the boy in front of each of you. And you are going to enjoy it. I am sure.” The unknown man says. Once he has finished, I can hear some ruffling among these men strung up like we are ready for a human sacrifice. I am sure not all of them are gay and are not interested in fucking another man’s hairy hole with their cock. “If you do not do it boys, I am going to shock you with my electrified cattle prod. Get to fucking that sweet little hole in front of you. Do it NOW!”
It is quiet for a moment. I am not sure how well my not lubed cock is going to slide into the fella’s tight hole in front of me. I have never not fucked a man without some lube. But I will do my best. I begin gently rubbing my cock against the crack of the ass of the man in front of me. I had been leaking for a while since my captor sucked me to fruition, so my juices were in abundance. Getting a hard-on was something I got regularly.
I hear a start in the line as the guy behind me is jolted with the electric cattle prod. His cock does not enter me, but I can feel the roundness of his cockhead and the fluff of his pubes. He is hard but I do not reckon he is up to fucking my hole without some rough prompting. I go into the man’s hole again, in front of me, but so far, I have been unable to breach his posterior.
“Angel boy has the right idea; he is ready to fuck. I like that. I really do.” The man shouts to everyone. “But he needs some help. Doncha boy?”
I can feel the stickiness of the lube as he applies it and then strokes me with his strong hand. I can also sense him apply some lube to the ass in front of me and him poking the man’s hole with his finger. The squishy sounds are easily heard as are the moans of the man directly in front of me do not seem to object to my captor’s fingers.
“Do it again, Angel boy, poke that hard cock of yours back into Rodríguez’s ass. Do it, boy! And do it rough! Do it now! Fuck’em Angel!”
I do not need any prompting. I can feel my cockhead breach his hole. He is tight. So damn fucking tight. I can feel the softness of the hair at the entrance to this man’s hole. The tightest hole I have ever had my cock in. I can imagine my eight inches sliding amongst the man’s dark Portuguese hairs. I like fucking Hispanic men, if he is indeed what he is, as his name implies. But honestly, I like fucking any men. Nationality does not matter to me just the tightness of their ass.
I sigh into my gag as I pump my hips while plunging my hardened eight inches into the man’s hole. I wish I could scream in glee as this man’s hole feels so fucking good.
“Get to fucking boys! Get those cocks a-busy! I want to see you putting all into the ass in front of you!” Our jailer, I do not know what else to call him. I can feel a cock going further and further into my hole. It is thicker and longer than mine own. Fuck! He feels so fucking good.
“That’s it, Bennet, plunge that dark piece of man-meat into Angel boy’s hole! That’s it! That’s it! Fuck him like I know you can!”
My suspicions were that it was a man of color whose cock was deep in my hole. I like men of color and their cocks. They are all men. And their cocks reveal their masculinity very well.
You can hear the rumblings of each of us as we fuck the man in front of us and our loud moans as our ass’ are fucked by the men at our rear. It is an overwhelming and pleasurable sensation. I have never been fucked as I plunged my cock into a man’s dark hairy hole.
“C’mon, Angel and the boys…Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Says our captor in some form of rhythmic tone as we do as we are ordered. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
We FUCK. And are FUCKED. Simultaneously. It feels glorious.
I can see him, our imprisoner, in my mind’s eye, as he strokes his cock in time with our fucking/fucked situation. This excites me. Despite the situation I am excited. This feels so marvelous, I wish I could see all these men in this room. I can smell the delicious aroma of man-to-man sex in this enclosed room. It is a glorious scent to be wafting into my waiting nose.
“CUM! CUM! CUM!” Our captor yells and demands. “Let that cum empty from your balls!”
I can feel the cum welling up in my balls. His words, like a command for me to unleash my pent-up load. I do. I buck. And pivot as I the cum erupts from me into the hole of the man in front of me. I also feel a warm gush of seed as the man with his cock in my hole dumps his potency into my hole. I am overtaken by ecstasy, as I sigh and moan under the gag in my mouth. The men around me, do the same.
This is a work of pure fabricated fantasy.
