I exited Louis Armstrong Airport out into the muggy hot afternoon of New Orleans. Now at the start of summer, the humidity and temperature were ridiculous, but having lived through my first cold winter of college in upstate New York, I welcomed the heat of my hometown. I looked for my parents’ SUV but didn’t see them. I was about to call when…
“Hey Bro! long time no see!” My older brother grabbed me in a bear-hug, slightly lifting me off the ground. Now I’m no slouch; at 5’-10” I’ve got a lean and cut swimmer’s build. But Jason was a stocky mound of a man, tall but layered in fat from junk food and little exercise, unless you count playing video games and day-trading as exercise.
“Jason? I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up. Where’s mom?”
“Mikey, is that any way to greet your brother? Moms at home cooking your favorites to celebrate your return. Did you expect her to drive across the lake to get you as well? You got me as your chauffeur.”
“Sure, that’s cool. Just surprised you left your place during the day, LOL”
“Har-har. Funny guy. Throw your stuff in the car and let’s get driving.” He walked around to the driver’s side of a beat-up Honda Civic, I guess his current vehicle. I threw my stuff in the backseat and climbed in. Jason pulled into the flow, and we were on our way to Mandeville, our small town across the Lake. The AC was trying its best to cool the car down, but I was sweating.
“Here, stay hydrated Mikey.” Jason handed me a bottle of water. The cap came off easily and I gulped it down.
“Thanks. I needed that. I forgot how hot it gets.”
We chatted about my first year at college while I drank the water and we plodded through the city traffic. The flight had left early this morning and I started to doze off. I couldn’t keep my eyes open or focused, and I slipped into a nap. If I had been awake, I would have seen Jason’s big grin as he pulled the car south to the darker areas of town.
My eyes fluttered, but all I saw was dark. I was groggy and tried to move, but felt constrained. WTF? I tried harder, discovering that my arms were secured behind my back with what felt like rope. As I became more aware, I realized I couldn’t feel any clothes on my body. I was naked!
“What the fuck is going on!” I struggled some more, bouncing like I was kneeling on a bed. I tried to stand up and found my ankles were secured somehow. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and a soft voice said, “Try not struggle so much. You’ll only give yourself rope burns.”
“Jason? Jason is that you? What the hell man?”
“Yeah Mikey, it’s me. Sorry about this, really I am. See, I had a run of bad trades, got in a hole, and now I owe people money. Lots of money! Not bank people either, but the kind that hurt you when you don’t pay.”
“What the hell does that have to do with me, and with whatever is going on right now?”
“Well… I need money. So, I tried being a rentboy, you know, have sex for money. But let’s face it, I’m not a hunk. No one wanted me. I tried other ways, really I did. But the deadlines coming up and I need the cash. So I’m going to sell you instead.”
“WHAT?! You can’t be serious. Untie me right now.”
“Sorry Bro, I can’t do that. Your ass is going to make me a bundle. Hot college guy like you, I got a gajillion guys online wanting to use you. I put up an ad with your pictures, including some from your last swim meet. That tight speedo across your butt sent the inquiries into overdrive.” He punctuated his comment with a light smack on my ass.
“Jason, this is crazy, even for you. Mom’s expecting us, expecting me. Home.”
“Nope. I planned this all out. I told her you called and said you got an unexpected invite to an end-of-school fling, you and some buddies on a beach in South Carolina. You’re going to blow off some steam, have some fun, then be back home in a week or so. I got your phone, so any texts that come in I can answer for you. This place rents by the week, so welcome to your new home for a bit. LOL”
“Jason, bro, you can’t do this. What, you think I’m going to let you do this? That I won’t tell the police when you eventually have to let me go?”
“Ha! Yeah, right. By then I’m going to have so many pictures of you with dicks in all your holes that you’ll be paying ME to keep quiet. I don’t think you want anyone to know about this. All your stuck-up friends at school. You think they will stick by you when pervs are trading pics of you slurping down cocks? I don’t. No, you’ll keep your mouth shut, not for my benefit but for yours.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, putting his mouth close to my ear. He spoke with a tone I had never heard, a mean tone. “So, you just shut the fuck up and be a good whore, help me pay off my debts, and this will all be over. Give me trouble, and I’ll invite over some of the guys with the more ‘exotic’ requests. Trust me, there are levels of pervs out there, and I’m only planning on pimping you out to the basic ones. Unless you make me mad. So, you gonna be a good boy for your big bro?”
The menace in his voice actually scared me a bit, as well as imagining what sick requests he had in reserve.
“Yes, Jason. Please don’t be mad.”
“Good, cause the first guys should be here soon. Don’t worry, just be a good whore and make me my money. And don’t bother trying to tell the tricks the truth. I already told them this is a kink of yours, the whole rape fantasy, being used by strangers while tied up. And honestly, these guys, they wouldn’t care even if they knew you were being forced. You’re blindfolded for their protection, not yours. And I got something else, just to make sure.” I let something being strapped around my head and then some sort of metal ring was forced into my mouth, a gag keeping it open but preventing me from talking coherently.
With that he dropped my head and left me to my thoughts. Shit, what was I going to do? I had NO desire to be a sex slave for a week, but I also couldn’t seem to get free of his bonds. I tried to think.
A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts. “Ah, your first customers are here. They paid a premium to be the ones to pop your cherry. Don’t worry, I’ll get plenty of pictures for your scrapbook, LOL.”
I heard the door open and some mumbled words, followed by the sounds of several people, men I presumed, appraising me on the bed.
“Wow, that is a sweet frat boy you got here.”
Someone grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them open. “Look at this cute little pucker here. Definitely looks like a virgin. We’re gonna have fun breaking the kinky slut in, yessir.” With a slap the man let go of my cheeks, and from the sounds of belts and rustle of clothes I guess they were getting undressed. Movement on the bed, my head yanked up, and suddenly a meaty pole was thrust into my mouth. “Ooh, yes, warm mouth pussy. Get that cock wet boy, you don’t want me fucking you dry.”
I figured he was talking more for his and his friend’s benefit, as I had no real control over how wet I was getting his dick. The ring gag caused me to slobber around his cock regardless of my desire.
He face-fucked me for a few, while the other man seemed content to play with my body. His hands roamed freely, pinching my nipples, caressing my balls, smacking my ass. Then they switched, the first man moving around to my ass while the other thrust his cock in my mouth. I could tell it was a different one, a bit longer and wider than the first.
Suddenly, I felt pain as a cockhead was pushed inside me. I squealed out, which got them more excited.
“Yeah, this bitch is ti-ight! Feels amazing!” the men high-fived in the air above me, and the cock pushed relentlessly forward, splitting me open. I bucked and squealed, but the men held me tight and never let off the pressure, more and more dick pushing inside, until I felt the man’s pubic hair brushing against my ass.
“Sweet Jesus, that’s good tight busy. I can feel his hole spasming around my dick. Mmmmm, that’s nice.”
He began to pull out most of the way, then boom! He slammed it back in all the way. More squealing from me.
“Hot, damn, that’s right, squeal for me piggy. Let’s me know your enjoying taking my cock.” Another slam, then another. The pain was searing, but my noises only spurred them both on. “Yeah, those squeals are great, got his throat spasming all up and down my prick.”
This went on forever, the two of them alternating between slamming in my ass and burying a cock deep down my throat. Then the guy fucking me started going faster and faster, finally exploding his cum inside me, his whole body shaking with the orgasm. “Fuck yeah! Best bussy ever! Your turn.”
The guy invading my mouth pulled out and rolled around to my ass. He wasted no time, just slammed right down in one move, and proceeded to pound the living daylights out of me. From the pummeling I was getting, this guy clearly had some muscle. Using my bound hands as the reins, he fucked with wild fury for at least five minutes before letting out a bellow and hosing my insides with another load of cum. Spent, he collapsed on top of me. Yep, muscles I could feel across my back.
Eventually the men got up, off the bed, and cleaned up, since I heard the faucet going. They were chatting up a storm, but I wasn’t listening, just laying there with a ringing in my ears from the sex that had just been forced on me.
The door opened again, and it sounded like the men left. Jason came over and sat on the bed.
“You did great, Mikey. Took those dicks like a champ. I knew you would be good at this! Now you just rest a minute. The next guys will be here soon.”
