21-year-old Eric Jansen was woken by his alarm at 8:00 AM on a Saturday December morning, in his Columbia University student residence. Two other white male seniors each had their own bedroom, the living room and kitchen were common areas. Eric was pre-law, and after graduation, would attend the Law School the following fall. He was from Minnesota; he was upper middle class; his father was a corporate lawyer who had gone to Columbia. Eric got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He was 5’ 10” and had an athletic physique from working out. He had short brown hair, brown eyes and a handsome masculine face. He was confident in his masculinity as he was hung; when erect, his thick cut dick was 7.5 inches, he had a great pair of balls which he manscaped with a device. He was also confident when it came to sex; he knew he was physically and socially attractive to women. He often hooked up with girls at school, but no one was looking for anything serious now. He finished his shower, dried off and went back to his room.
Eric was excited as he and his roommates would be going to SantaCon for the first time! He’d been too young to attend the previous years. SantaCon was an annual event where participants bought tickets for a pub crawl throughout Manhattan; the money went to charity. It was a notorious exhibition of hordes of drunken young people in Santa Claus and elf costumes carrying on from 10:00 AM into the evening. Many residents avoided the areas where the participating bars were.
Eric stood in front a full-length mirror, he put on a pair of red boxer briefs, then he began to dress up in his costume. He didn’t want to go as Santa Claus, no, he was going as a sexy elf! The green pants were tight, showcasing his appealing bulge and his developed ass, the tight short red jacket showcased his biceps, its sleeves had green cuffs and a green pointed collar; it was belted by a black cloth belt with a gold buckle, and the red cap had a green border. Eric thought he looked like a hot, young festive stud!
He left his room and went to the living room. His roommates were all dressed in baggy Santa costumes; they were all elite, handsome young men like Eric. They got the #1 train at 116th Street and Broadway, they were all following the route of the pub crawl which had been emailed. There were a lot of young men and women dressed up. They all got out at Times Square and headed west to Hells Kitchen. Eric had his first beer and Jägermeister of the day! It was a blast being in the bar with everyone getting high, the loud music and talking. Then it was onto a bar near Penn Station, Eric had another beer and Jägermeister; it was more of the same. Then to a bar on 26th Street and 8th Avenue. There, Eric had to piss and went into a men’s room. He took his place at a urinal, pulled down his green elf pants and red boxer briefs and hauled out his dick and pissed. He was aware that a young guy in a Santa suit at the next urinal was checking him out. Fuck! Eric knew he was hot and was hit on routinely by gay guys. He had nothing against them and did enjoy the attention, but it was always startling. He was strictly into pussy and couldn’t comprehend guys who were into dick. He finished pissing, fixed himself up and left.
By the time Eric and his group got to an Irish pub on 31st and Seventh Avenue, Eric was flying. It was very crowded with young people in Christmas attire, and it was hard for the friends to stay together.
“Hey sexy!” said a drunk blonde woman in her mid-20’s to Eric. She was dressed in a skimpy, slutty Mrs. Claus costume that emphasized her big tits.
“How’s it going, babe?”
“Just great! Oh, you brought me a big Christmas present!” she said fondling Eric’s bulge through his tight green elf pants. Eric knew he was irresistible! Oh, yeah, he was a hot young stud, she wanted him.
“Want to play with your present?”
“Follow me” said the woman pulling Eric by the hand, she pushed them through the crowd to a hallway with a single handicapped bathroom. They went in. The woman pulled down Eric’s green elf pants, slid down his red boxer briefs; Eric’s hard big dick sprung forward, his smooth virile balls flopped around. In a flash, the woman was on her knees with Eric’s dick in her mouth. She greedily licked his dickhead, lapping his precum while she cupped his balls. Her head was like a piston as she deepthroated him. Eric was giddy with joy as her felt tongue gliding all over his dick. Then she swallowed his 7.5-inches down to the base and proceeded in some heavy deepthroating. This slut sure knew her way around a cock! Eric was in ecstasy watching her chow down on his joint; this was the meaning of life! He was breathing heavy and sobbing as she got him close, then he felt the intensity of his dick spurting in her throat, she swallowed his load. She gave him a great 10-mintue blowjob. As he pulled up his pants and underwear, he saw his dick was smeared with his lipstick.
“Oh!” she said wetting a paper towel and wiping his dick clean.
“Thanks, babe, I’ll see you around” Eric said, pulling up his pants and underwear and leaving the bathroom.
“Hey! Where you been?” asked one his roommates when they reconnected.
“Getting blown by Mrs. Claus!” laughed the glowing Eric.
“No shit!”
“Indeed! This round is on me, to show I’m serious, man that bitch wanted me so badly.” Eric paid for his companions’ drinks with the debit card he had brought. He didn’t bring a wallet for fear of losing it during the long day of festivities. They finished their drinks and went onto the next bar on 36th Street between Sixth and Seventh Avenues. It was 4:00 PM, they’d been at it for six hours and Eric was somewhat wasted, still he had another beer and Jägermeister, he was having so much fun! His roommates went to the men’s room. He noticed a group of three pretty girls together. "Macarena" began playing; the three girls were dancing to it. Feeling no pain, the beaming Eric joined them, he did some expressive moves. The song ended. “Nice meeting you” said one of the girls as they left.
“Bro! You were on fire!” said a deep-voiced good-looking white man in his late 20’s wearing a Santa costume. He and his companion were each about 6’2”.
“Yeah! Bro, I thought for sure you were going to bang each one of them!” chuckled the other white man in his late 20’s, also wearing a Santa costume. Eric thought that he was pretty drunk because the two men looked very much alike, it was like a hallucination. They looked very much alike because they were identical twins.
“Yeah well, sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t, there’s still time for that!” laughed Eric.
“I’m Dean.”
“I’m Ralph.”
“Nice to meet you I’m Eric.” They all shook hands, Ralph left.
“Where are you from?” asked Dean.
“Minnesota.”
“Nice, I’ve driven through there. What school are you going to?”
“Columbia.”
“Super!”
“I got us shots” said the returned Ralph.
They all downed their shots.
“Who’d you come with?” asked Dean.
“My two roommates, they’re off doing their own thing, I guess.”
“Cool, everyone needs to do their own thing” said Ralph.
“Yeah” said Eric, he now felt woozy from his tequila and GHB shot.
“Hey bro, you look like you could use some air” said Dean. He and Ralph put their arms around Eric and walked him through the bar to the front door, the security guard chuckled at the sight of another wasted douchebro. Outside the bar, Dean and Ralph continued walking the semi-conscious Eric across the street to a Hilton Garden Inn. No one paid them any mind as they got into the elevator and got out on the fifth floor and went into a room.
Eric was tossed into a what looked like a perverse version of dentist’s chair. While he was seated, his upper arms were restrained by straps to the chair’s arms, his spread legs were also restrained with straps to the chair’s legs. He had to bend his legs as the chair’s legs were shorter than a normal chair. Most shocking was that the back of his head was in a vise which was tightened. He was now totally stationary, restrained and immobile.
“Hey” mumbled Eric, “What’s going on?”
Dean and Ralph stripped out of their Santa costumes and were nude. Each was muscular and hairy, each had an awesome eight-inch cut thick dick that was hard, and each had a full pair of heavy balls. They each put on a black ski mask and then put back on their Santa hats. Dean took out a vial of cocaine, spooned some and put the spoon to Eric’s nostril.
“Go on.”
The shocked and confused Eric snorted it; it was like he was on automatic pilot.
“Good boy, now the other.”
Eric snorted the cocaine into his other nostril.
After guzzling booze all day, then drinking a GHB shot and now snorting coke for the first time, Eric was in a totally unknown dimension. He was beyond buzzed and in an and out of body state. He took in the eerie sight of two hulky nude men with raging hardons, wearing black ski masks and Santa hats and began crying.
“Hey, you can have my debit card, please!”
“We don’t want your fucking debit card, douchebro! We want your mouth and your ass!” growled Ralph.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” howled Eric.
Ralph turned on the video camera. The proceeding Christmas-themed depraved spectacle would be edited and uploaded to a paid subscription website for the enjoyment of pervs around the world.
The nude Dean and Ralph, wearing black ski masks and their Santa hats were now each by an arm of the chair.
“Stroke our cocks!” yelled Dean as he and his brother placed their identical cocks in the palms of Eric’s hands. He felt a wave of revulsion, he had never touched a penis other than his own. It was a sickening sensation, feeling those warm throbbing hunks of man flesh. Overcome with horror, Eric still found himself jerking two hard big cocks, the twins’ precum served as lubricant for Eric to keep jacking away, getting them even harder. Even more sickening was that Eric was aware he had a raging erection, straining in his red boxer briefs which made a noticeable bulge in his tight green elf pants. It must because of the drugs, he thought.
Dean pulled his cock away from Eric’s hand and walked over to him.
“You are going to open your mouth on the count of three and suck my cock. If you don’t open your mouth I’ll slap your face as many times as it takes for you to do so. When you’re sucking my cock, watch your fucking teeth, or I’ll pull them out” said Dean in an even voice. “One…two…three..” Due to Dean’s great height and the smaller legs of the chair, the restrained, straight Eric was in the perfect position to give his first blowjob.
Eric opened his mouth; it was confronted with Dean’s eight-inch-thick hard dick. Eric flashed back to when earlier in the day when that slutty bitch was blowing him in the pub bathroom. He had watched in fascination how well she did him; he would copy what she did from memory. He curled his lips over his teeth, like the slut did, he licked the head of Dean’s cock, sickened by the taste of his precum. He licked the shaft all over, he tongued Dean’s bountiful balls. He slowly began taking in Dean’s cock into his mouth; despite his gagging and weeping, his mouth was now at the base of Dean’s cock, it tasted gross. Eric felt nauseous and disgusted with himself for being in this position due to his stupidity, he took solace in the belief that it was the booze and drugs that got him here; this wasn’t HIM. He would endure whatever else was in store for him and be himself again.
It was a depraved, twisted sight. A handsome, All-American Boy in his elf costume being submissive to a smoldering, nude man wearing a black ski mask and a Santa hat.
Eric was now deepthroating Dean’s cock, Eric was repulsed by the slurping sounds he heard himself making as he serviced Dean’s rod.
“Pick up the pace, bitch, make me cum, you’ll swallow my load all the way down your fucking throat, then you’ll do my brother.”
Eric now increased the tempo of his cocksucking, by using his head like a piston, just as the slut who had sucked him off did. Eric could feel Dean’s dick spasming, then there was the vile event of his throat flooded with spurt after spurt of Dean’s thick, salty, hot load of cum; he chugged down each gob as best he could despite feeling nauseous. Dean walked away with his sated manhood dangling between his powerful legs.
Ralph was now at Eric’s face with his menacing tool. Eric was beat, he opened his mouth and started sucking Ralph’s cock, it was easier the second time, he knew what he was doing now. Eventually he was chugging down Ralph’s repulsive cumload.
Dean lit what looked like a joint, instead of smoking he put it to Eric’s lips. He put his lips around it and smoked it; it didn’t taste like marijuana, who the fuck knew what the bastards were giving him! It took a few minutes for Eric to smoke it all the way. He now felt a calmness and a heaviness coursing through his 21-year-old body. Dean and Ralph now had their soft cocks in the palms of Eric’s hands again.
“Fluff us, make us hard again bitch, so we can fuck you” said Ralph.
Eric did as he was told, he was furiously stroking the twin brothers’ cocks, magically they were both soon rock hard again. Eric was untied, he was led to the bed, he was placed on his hands and knees. He felt queasy as he heard the sound of a switch blade knife open, then he was aware of the back of his green elf pants being sliced open. Dean was carving a circular panel, when he was done he tossed it, and began doing the same to Eric’s red boxer briefs, he tossed that too. Eric’s fleshy and creamy ass was now on display, with its flawless globular cheeks, and its inviting, smooth, clean pink and virgin hole was on view.
“What a lovely boy pussy you have, kid. I am so up for fucking it” said Dean.
Whatever they gave Eric to smoke, made him numb and docile. He didn’t resist or try to get up and leave. No, he just lay there, ass up waiting to be broken in. He was in a dream state.
The strange new sensations of lube being drizzled in his asshole brought Eric back to reality. He was being prepped to be fucked up the ass! Never in a million years had this possibility occurred to him. But there it was, the tip of Dean’s cock was now touching his hole! Eric gasped as he felt himself being penetrated. Dean’s cock was slowly entering his chute, how could something so big fit in him?! Eric was astonished feeling his insides part to take in bit-by-bit Dean’s eight inches. Eric wailed as he felt his conqueror’s ramrod snap into place deep inside him. There it was, Eric’s ass was totally impaled by a big hard cock for the first time; this was unimaginable! The physical and psychological pain was tremendous.
Eric felt relief as Dean slowly withdrew his cock up to the tip, maybe it was over. No, Dean plunged his cock back into the weeping Eric. Dean was now fucking him in earnest. Eric felt Dean’s balls slapping against his ass and was sickened by the sound those balls made as they hit his ass. On and on Dean went pounding out Eric’s hole. Most shocking to Eric was that as the battering continued the fiery pain he felt was being replaced by incomprehensible pleasure! His dick was rock hard and straining in his red boxer briefs. He was babbling and gurgling at this newfound state of bliss. He was totally confused. It must be the drugs, he was a real man, he couldn’t possible enjoy getting fucked! But he was! That was evidenced as Eric’s young dick began blasting spurt after spurt of his boy juice in his red boxer briefs; it was mind blowing. Dean kept fucking Eric. Eric was further disgusted as he felt Dean’s throbbing cock exploding inside him, he felt gushes of hot cum flooding his chute. Dean pulled his cock out of Eric’s ass. Eric felt another new sensation, of being empty after having been filled up by a cock. That didn’t last long.
Ralph rammed his cock into Eric. Eric now knew what to expect, and he got exactly what he expected. Ralph was fucking him, and it hurt and then it didn’t. Eric’s dick was hard again, but he didn’t cum. Ralph came in him and pulled his cock out. The twin brothers led Eric to the bathroom. The brothers showered together. Then Eric got into the shower as the brothers watched. Ralph took a stainless steel long thin nozzle and handed it to Eric.
“Clean out your ass.”
Eric did as he was told, he inserted that stainless steel wand into his asshole, the warm water felt good in his battered anal canal. Eric was grossed out seeing the brothers’ cum gushing from his ass and down the shower drain. He dried himself off, he put on the red jockstrap Dean handed him. The twin brothers each dressed in gray trousers and a black cashmere turtleneck. Eric was led to the bed; this time he was placed on his back and was positioned propped up against the headboard. His arms were in restraints, as were his spread legs. He was trussed up and hogtied, his asshole was visible.
From the clock on the nightstand, Eric saw that it was 5:55 PM, he had been raped and held captive for less than two hours. At 6:00 PM there was a knock at the door, Ralph opened it, in walked a tall, tough looking white man in his late 30’s wearing a dark blue mechanic’s jumpsuit.
“Cliff sent me.”
“Cool” said Ralph.
“$500 is kind of steep.”
“A beautiful boy like this doesn’t come cheap,” said Dean who was sitting in a chair near the bed smoking a Marlboro Red. “He’s an Ivy League Minnesota farm boy, we just broke him in, so he’s still fresh and tight. Look at that handsome face and those full lips! He sucks cock like a real pro. Come have a closer look.” The man approached the bed.
“See! He’s a real beauty, look at that fantastic ass! He loves getting fucked! He can’t get enough cock in his holes! You can be as rough as you like with him, he can take it! He’s a kinky bitch! Here” said Dean handing the man a paddle, “You can beat him too!” Eric heard the whoosh of the paddle just before it landed on his ass with a thud. Eric yelped from the stinging pain. The man swatted him again.
“I told you!” said Dean.
“Alright” said the man, he reached into his pocket and from a wad produced five bills which he handed to Dean who pocketed it. The man unzipped his jumpsuit, he got out if it and put it on a table. His solid muscular body was nude except for a bulging pair of animal skin briefs, he tossed them off. The man had large uncut dick and a pair off hairy balls, he got into the bed and straddled Eric. He now confronted by the frightening sight of the man’s cock up close. Eric lay there panting and weeping.
“Hey!” yelled Ralph as he hit Eric’s ass with the paddle, “Bitch, start sucking your customer’s cock!” He swatted Eric’s ass again. Eric opened his mouth and began giving head to the man.
“Fuck yeah!” yelled the man as he was fucking Eric’s face, “He’s great!” Being young and malleable, Eric adjusted to this new situation.
“I told you he was worth it” chuckled Dean.
The man roared as his cock was shooting his load down Eric’s throat, it was swallowed down. He pulled his cock out Eric’s mouth. He sat in a chair near the bed. He lit up a Marlboro Red, he sipped the shot of tequila Ralph had given him. The man’s legs were spread, his soft manhood dangled. Dean gave Eric a hit of cocaine for each of his nostrils which he snorted.
“Fluff up your customer so he can fuck you” barked Dean as he untied arm restraint. “You do want to fuck, don’t you?” he asked the man.
“Fucking right, a hot ass like that was meant to be fucked!”
Eric began playing with his customer’s cock and fondling his balls. By the time the man had finished his cigarette, he miraculously had another full erection. He got up and went in the bed between Eric’s ass, he sprayed Eric’s crack with lube and then sprayed his cock. He got on top of Eric whose legs were spread.
“AHHHH!” wailed Eric as the man penetrated him with one brutal thrust. The man began fucking him. Eric felt his hard dick straining in his white jockstrap. The fucking had had reached past the pain stage and now Eric gave himself over to this new forbidden pleasure.
“Ah! Yes! Oh! Oh!” Eric couldn’t believe he was saying such things as the man’s tool stretched out his chute as he pounded away at him.
“So, fucking beautiful!” sighed the man, as he bent his head down and kissed Eric on the mouth! Eric was electrified at having another man’s tongue in his mouth. The man kept fucking Eric as they were kissing. The man howled as started cumming in Eric. Eric sobbed as his dick shot off in his red jock, he felt his load sloshing around it.
“We both came at the same time! That was fucking awesome!” said the grinning man. He went to the bathroom and returned wearing his jumpsuit.
“Kid, we had something special,” said the man as he left his business card on the night table, “I’d love to see you again.” He left
The brothers untied Eric and led him to the bathroom. Eric took a shower; this time he knew to use the stainless-steel nozzle to douche. He put on a fresh red jock. “All shiny and new” chuckled Ralph. Eric got back in the bed; he was he tied up again. At 7:00 PM, there was a knock at the door. Ralph opened it, in came a stocky, dark-haired man in his 40’s wearing a suit and tie. He and Ralph said a few words in Greek to each other. The man swiftly got out of his clothes and was now nude straddling Eric, who was sucking his cock. At first, Eric was put off that the man was old enough to be his father, he got over that. The man roughly fucked him, cleaned up and left. Eric showered and douched again.
At 8:00 PM, a Japanese guy in a suit arrived. At 9:00 PM, another 30’s white guy dressed casually arrived. At 10:00, it was a 40’s Latin man in sweatpants. At 11:00, it was white guy in his early 20’s wearing jeans; Eric felt weird doing it with someone his own age. This customer had the stamina of youth and made Eric cum again while fucking him. At midnight, tall dark-haired guy arrived, he didn’t fork over any cash. Eric was confused, then he recognized him as the hotel front desk clerk. He, stripped out of his suit and got down to business, Eric sucked his cock, then he fucked Eric. Six men had each paid the twin brothers $500 for the privilege of using the desirable Eric. He took a shower and douched as usual after his last customer.
“Get dressed, we have a trip to make” said Dean.
Eric put his elf costume on, the green pants had the round hole Dean had cut, he was aware that his ass was exposed in his elf costume.
“Drink this” said Ralph.
Eric knocked back the tequila shot handed to him, it must have been drugged, as he felt woozy. Dean and Ralph helped leave the hotel room, into the elevator and outside. The three men got into a taxi.
“North Moore and West Broadway” said Ralph to the driver. They arrived at a loft building, Dean buzzed, there was a buzz back. They entered and took the elevator to the fourth floor, the door opened into a foyer. Standing, wearing a red velvet robe was a tall, muscular Black man in his 30’s. Eric recognized him as a prominent music performer and producer. He handed Dean an envelope thick with cash, payment for Eric’s services. Dean and Ralph went back into the elevator and left. The Black man groped Eric’s bare ass in his green elf pants.
“You sure are fine! Have this, babe, it’ll perk you up” chuckled the Black man holding a cocaine vial. He tossed off his robe, revealing his chiseled, sleek torso. Eric’s eyes widened when saw the Black man’s hard Big Black Cock that was over eight thick cut inches, he’d never seen one so big. The man set up two lines of coke on his stiff cock, Eric got on his knees and snorted both lines. He was buzzed and flying. Without even being told to, Eric opened his mouth wide and began licking the Big Black Cock in front of him. Eric knew his place now; he knew what was expected of him, he was even sickly turned on by the fact that this man was rich and famous. He was deepthroating the man’s Big Black Cock, his handsome young white face was obscenely contorted around that Black pipe.
“Oh yeah, good boy” said the man in his familiar deep voice as he patted Eric’s head.
Anyone who knew Eric would be incredulous that he was now possessed with sucking cock, but there he was, happily slurping on Big Black Cock.
“Holy fucking shit!” Bellowed the man as his cock exploded in Eric’s mouth, “Fuck! You are so goddam fine!” He hollered as his dick kept spurting and as Eric kept swallowing that steamy load of cum.
The man led Eric to a small room, “Change into this.” Eric took off his elf costume, he put on a tight black leather jockstrap that was attached to a black leather harness that framed his developed torso. Eric thought he looked hot in it when saw his reflection. The nude man led Eric into a spacious living room.
It was all white, the walls, the furniture and the plush carpet. The furnishings were steel, in the center was a large round glass table, on it were bottles of liquor, a dish of cocaine, and a jar of Viagra. There were five nude men sitting around stroking their large dicks, three were athletic Black guys in their late 20’s. The other two were buff white guys in their late 20’s. Eric was stunned; they were both major Hollywood actors. The huge television showed the living room in split screens; closed circuit cameras were recording everything.
“Go clockwise, and take your time, babe, we’re not in a hurry” said the man.
Eric dropped to his knees; he crawled on the plush white carpeting to a Black man in a white chair. Eric got between his legs, he put his hands on his thighs, lowered his head, opened his mouth and started sucking his cock. He swallowed the guy’s load. The other men were sipping drinks, smoking cigarettes and snorting coke, as they watched Eric suck the Black guy’s cock, live and on television.
Eric was excited, he was now between the legs of a movie star, the star had about seven and a half inches of beautiful prime white meat. Eric held it in his hands, he stroked it, he fondled the balls, amazed at who this junk belonged to. Eric took it in his mouth and began giving it the royal treatment while looking up and into the movie stars eyes and watching his super handsome grinning face react with pleasure from Eric’s attentive oral servicing. Eric felt a great sense of accomplishment as the movie star’s cock began spasming and blasting his throat with his cum. Wow! It Eric could tell people; they would be stunned that he sucked off this movie star.
Eric crawled around on the floor; he sucked off the other two Black guys, it was electrifying sucking off the other young hung movie star.
As the men sat around sipping, smoking and drugging, Eric spent an hour going around fluffing them with hand jobs, everyone was now refreshed, rock hard again and ready for the main event.
“Over hear, babe.”
Eric went another area of the living room, there was some kind of steel contraption with chains and a black leather strip, nearby was a shelf with bottles of lube. Eric was confused, he was unaware of slings. “Get in, ad on your back and spread that boy pussy! I’m going to go balls deep in you, babe” said the man in his deep voice.
Eric got on his back on the black leather strip, the man locked his arms and his spread legs.. The man sprayed Eric’s ass with lube, then his nearly nine-inch-thick black pipe which he was about to lay in Eric. The other men had now circled the sling with their big hard cocks jutting forward. Eric took turns sucking them and stroking the others as he was getting fucked.
The sobs and gasps Eric let out were remarkable as that BBC began penetrating his rosebud.
“Damn! This bitch is so fucking tight!”
It was all the way in, Eric was seeing stars at having that huge tool buried deep inside him. Eric’s body swayed back and forth in the sling as the Black man fucked him with abandon. Eric’s hard dick was straining in the tight leather black jockstrap.
“AH! AH! AH!” gurgled Eric as he felt his dick explode from have that black snake being thrust in and out of his chute.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck yeah!” hollered the man as his cock started twitching spurting cum inside Eric. He pulled his dick out. One of the other Black guys took his place and fucked Eric into another oblivion. Eric’s mind was blown when each of the movie stars fucked him. The fuckfest lasted and lasted until each of the other guys busted their nut inside Eric. He had cum twice more. The five guys left. The man unchained Eric and led him to a lavish bathroom. He took a hot, deep cleansing shower. He got back dressed up in his elf’s costume, in the pocket along with his phone and debit card was an envelope marked, “Ho’s Tip,” inside was 10 $100 bills. He put his elf cap on and went out into the hallway to the elevator. It was after 6:00 AM.
“Take care, babe, you were sensational!” said the man in his velvet robe. “My driver is in the black Mercedes outside; he’ll take you home.”
“Uh, thanks.”
“He’s had a long night; he sure could do with some of that mighty fine head you give.”
“Uh, ok.”
The elevator arrived, Eric got in and left.
Outside the sun was shining, Eric got into the passenger seat of the Mercedes, the driver was beefy Black guy in his 30’s.
“118th and Riverside” said Eric.
The driver took off. Eric reached down, undid the driver’s belt, unzipped his trousers and slid down his boxer briefs. There was another Big Black Cock and a pair of meaty ebony balls’ this dick was long enough to tap the steering wheel. As the driver drove through the empty Manhattan streets, Eric’s head bobbed up and down on his joint as he fondled his balls. The driver busted his nut in Eric’s throat, where it was expertly swallowed down. For the next 10 minutes they sat next to each other in silence, until the car got to Eric’s building at 7:00 AM.
Eric staggered into his apartment; he heard his roommates snoring. In the kitchen, he poured himself a big glass of Tito’s vodka and threw some ice cubes in, and went to his room. He drank to come down from WHAT had happened to him. He knew he was lucky to be ALIVE and in his bed; other young men who had been roofied met much worse fates. It was all fantastical, he would leave it behind him. He passed out.
A few hours later, he was dressed and in the living room.
“So, bro, what happened to you last night? Get lucky?” chuckled one of Eric’s roommates.
“Damn right, bro! That bitch is going to be walking funny for a while from the fuck I threw her!” laughed Eric.
They went out for brunch, Eric had bottomless Bloody Mary’s. Back at the apartment, they drank vodka and sodas turned on the television to watch a movie. It was an action flick starring one of the movie stars who fucked Eric earlier that morning. Eric felt queasy as he watched the movie star, he felt even queasier as his dick began tingling as it began to get hard. Eric was aroused by the watching the movie, knowing that he had sucked the star’s cock and been fucked by him. His dick was now rock hard and straining in his jeans.
“Uh, I’ll be back” said Eric, “I have to make a call.” He went to his room, he took of his clothes and stood in front of the mirror, he began furiously jerking his dick, his mind was filled with flashbacks of his degradation. He came on a towel, got dressed, and went to the living room to rejoin his roommates. They finished watching the movie, everyone went back to their rooms.
The next day, Eric flew to Minnesota to spend Christmas break with his family. It was nice seeing his parents and sisters and being in his old room. The next two days were pleasantly spent visiting relatives and hanging out. That night in his room he was checking emails on his phone. One had the subject line: “Souvenir.” He opened it and clicked on the link. It was a video. It was a two hour-edited highlights of the Tribeca sex party. The faces of the six men who used Eric were pixilated, his was not. There it was; it really all happened. Eric was shocked, yet fascinated watching himself suck those cocks and getting fucked over and over in the sling; he couldn’t get over the blissful expressions on his face. He heard himself making orgasmic sounds as he took on those six men. His got rock hard watching the video, he frantically jerked himself while watching the video.
Christmas was over and Eric flew back to New York. A few days passed; it was New Year’s Eve. Eric and his two roommates had bought tickets for a West 30’s nightclub’s party; open bar, hats and a champagne toast. There also talk of getting lucky with girls. They got there around 11:00 PM, it was mobbed. They all got drinks and hung out, Ohioan and softspoken journalism student Scott who was 5’10”, brown-haired and handsome went to the men’s room. Two pretty girls in their 20’s walked by. Vincent, Eric’s other roommate who was 6’ 2” and built, he was an aggressive, hot, cocky Italian American from New Jersey and planned to get an MBA. He was always the more aggressive of the roommates.
“Hey, Happy New Year” he said to the girls.
“Thanks” said the blonde, the other was a brunette.
Vincent had a way with him, and soon all four were in conversation.
Nearby, Scott was at the bar getting another drink. Two guys wearing gray trousers and black turtlenecks began talking to him; it was Dean and Ralph, who had roofied Eric and pimped him out two weeks ago! Eric was frozen, what was he supposed to do? Run over there and tell Scott to flee? How could he explain what those two were up to without giving away what had happened to him, plus he couldn’t face them after what they had done to him. He kept talking to the brunette. Scott, Dean and Ralph were all laughing, then Scott looked as though he was going to faint, Dean and Ralph hustled him away through the crowd.
The ball drop from Times Square was broadcast on the giant television. Vincent then kissed the blonde and Eric kissed the brunette. They took a taxi to the girls’ apartment in the East Village, they were both at New York University for acting. Vincent went to the blonde’s room and Eric to the brunette’s. They undressed, she had a really taut body, nice tits and a trim bush. They got into bed and made out, feeling up each other’s firm young bodies. Soon, they were in 69, she was sucking Eric’s cock with gusto, and he was eating her pussy with great skill. Then she was on her back with Eric on top fucking her. She passionately wailed as she came from Eric fucking her. He pulled out and came on her chest and tits.
“That was great, let’s keep in touch, babe” said Eric as he kissed her. He went to the bathroom, cleaned up and got dressed. He waited in the living room for 20 minutes until the grinning Vincent emerged. They high fived and left. In the taxi back to their place they shared with each other the intimate details of their conquests of the two aspiring actresses. They got home and drank vodka on the rocks to come down. Scott was not there.
“I guess Scott lucky too” said Vincent.
“Yeah, I guess so” said Eric. They went to their rooms and crashed. The next day, they each woke around 10:00 AM, they were now drinking coffee, hanging out and watching television in the living room, they were wearing T-shirts and boxer briefs, their sleeping attire.
Around 11:00 AM, the front door opened, and Scott limped into the living room.
“What you been up to bro?” said Vincent, “Hey, you look pretty rough!”
Indeed, Scott seemed dazed and shellshocked, he was pale, and his eyes were red as if from crying. Eric knew what Scott had been through.
“What’s with the sweater?” said Vincent.
Scott was wearing a black T-shirt, the blue pullover sweater he had been wearing last night was now tied around his waist.
“Oh, I was feeling warm and took it off.”
Vincent got up and lifted Scott’s sweater.
“What the fuck, bro?” yelled Vincent.
A round hole had been cut in Scott’s jeans and in his boxer briefs, his creamy ass with red marks on it was on full view. The handiwork of Dean and Ralph.
In the back pocket of Scott’s jeans was an envelope, Vincent grabbed it.
“Ho’s Tip! Jesus Christ” yelled Vincent as he opened it, “1000 bucks! So, you really are gay, and you turn tricks with guys?!”
“No! it’s not like that! I’m not gay! It’s a long story” cried Scott.
“What long story?! You’re walking around with your ass hanging out and a have grand from whoring yourself out to guys! You even get spanked! That’s pretty gay to me!” Vincent saw the outline of something in the other back pocket of Scott’s jeans and took it out, it was a vial of cocaine. “Holy shit! You’re a druggie, as well as a slutty gay whore!’
Scott was sobbing.
“It’s okay, I’m not angry just confused that you hid what you are to me and Eric, we’re cool, we would have accepted you, wouldn’t you Eric?”
“Uh, sure, Vincent. I don’t have a problem with you being gay, Scott.”
‘We’ve all been tight,” said Vincent as he opened the vial and snorted a spoonful of coke into each of his nostrils, he handed it to Eric, and he did the same. Vincent sat on the couch.
“If I knew what you were, I wouldn’t have had a problem with you taking care of this” said Vincent as he pulled down his boxer briefs, his stunning eight-inch Italian American cock jutted up, and his burly smooth balls flopped on the couch.
“Go on, Scott, do your thing” said Vincent in his low deep voice.
Eric knew that Scott was fucked up from the drugs he had taken and confused by what had all gone down. Now, Scott was on his knees crawling over to Vincent. Scott began licking Vincent’s cock.
“Oh fuck, you are such a great cocksucker! You kept that a secret from us!” sighed Vincent, “You’re better than the blonde who did me last night!” Scott was in action deepthroating Vincent’s rod. Eric was turned on, he pulled down his boxer briefs and whipped his dick out.
“Hey, get busy on me!” Eric yelled.
“Yeah, bitch, do us both!” yelled Vincent.
Scott now switching off his mouth on Vincent and Eric’s cocks.
“Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck yeah!” moaned Vincent as he blasted his load down Scott’s throat, it was expertly swallowed.
“Yes! Yes! That’s it! Oh! Fuck!” moaned Eric as he came in Scott’s mouth, his load was expertly swallowed down.
The young men finished off the rest of cocaine and were buzzed; Vincent and Eric’s dicks were hard again.
“Now, let’s go to your bed so we can tap the hot ass of yours” said Vincent.
Scott was in his all fours, he was wearing his jeans with hole cut, there was his ass. Vincent undid Scott’s belt, grabbed and began beating his ass with it.
“There you go, you kinky slut! You like that, don’t you!” roared Vincent as he beat Scott ass with his own belt.
“Go on” said Vincent handing the belt to Eric, “Give this bitch what he likes!” Eric was beating Scott’s ass.
Vincent sprayed it with lube and sprayed his cock. He shoved in and up the bleating Scott’s ass.
“Jesus, he’s so fucking tight! I never fucked a guy before! Fuck, it feels so good!”
Vincent was a true cocksman and fucked Scott with lusty verve. Scott was clearly loving it from the way he babbled and howled as he came in his jeans from taking Vincent’s cock. Vincent kept fucking Scott; he grunted as came inside him.
Eric lubed his cock and plunged it into Scott and forcefully fucked him; he too was fucking a guy for the first time. He now knew why guys had wanted to fuck him. He had a thundering orgasm inside Scott’s chute. Eric had truly gotten over what had been done to him two weeks ago. He was back to being a real man with no reservations, recriminations or hangups, about enduring the assault on him. Hell, he had fucked a girl and made her cum hours ago.
The three roommates took showers, got dressed and went to a Moroccan restaurant for dinner. They looked like three hearty, normal young college guys.
They were back at the apartment watching a movie with one of the movie stars, Scott had a weird expression.
“Well, goodnight” said Vincent, “Since we all know the deal now, you’ll suck us off every morning.”
“Uh, sure” said Scott.
So, every morning Scott went to Vincent and Eric’s rooms every morning and gave them each a blowjob; everyone went off to their classes.
On Saturday, Vincent and Eric went out for a run. A thunderstorm occurred and so they returned earlier than expected. Scott was in the living room watching something on his laptop. He slammed the lid shut when Vincent and Eric walked in their T-shirts and shorts. Vincent quickly grabbed the laptop and opened it.
“No!” cried Scott.
Vincent pressed play for the video on the screen. There was Scott in the sling in the Tribeca living room, he was wearing the black leather jockstrap and harness, his ass was stretched open by a Big Black Cock while he was sucking on another Big Black Cock.
“Holy fucking shit, Scott, you really are freaky!” laughed Vincent, “No racial preferences for you! Damn!”
“Fuck! This is making me horny!” said Eric.
“Me too!” said Vincent.
They both pulled down their running shorts, their big dicks popped out. Scott was on his knees switching his mouth back and forth on his roommates’ dicks. They all went to his bed where he was beaten and fucked.
A few days later, one morning, the three roommates were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
“You’re booked for Saturday night” said Vincent to Scott.
“What do you mean I’m booked; I have a date with Denise.”
“You have a date with a girl?!” laughed Vincent.
“Yes.”
“Good for you, cancel it. A bud of mine is the chapter president of Sigma Phi; you’re going to be servicing the frat brothers during their kegger” said Vincent putting eight $100 dollar bills on the table, “I took my commission.”
“Uh, thanks, Vincent” said Scott, “You sure have a head for business.”
“And you have a head for head” laughed Vincent.
That Saturday night Eric and Vincent went to the frat house. It was a three-story building packed with animated college boys partaking of beer from kegs, rough housing and acting out, all accompanied by blaring music.
“Hey Vincent! You’re the man!”
“Hey, Greg!” Vincent said to the tall, lanky young guy.
“Come this way” said Greg. They walked up to the third floor, there was about 20 college boys standing in a line near a door.
“That’s the line for Scott” chuckled Greg.
“Wow!” laughed Vincent.
They followed Greg into an office, on the wall was a giant television, the close circuit was broadcasting the nearby bacchanal. Scott was crouched in a bed wearing a white jockstrap, he was getting his ass fucked by a hung football player-type, Scott was stroking two hot guys big cocks, all while giving head to a young Black guy.
“He’s sensational!” said Greg, “A real worker! He takes on four at a time and gets them off quick, everyone is quite pleased!”
“Yup he’s a thoroughbred!” laughed Vincent.
Greg poured out shots from a tequila bottle, he vaped on a JUUL. Eric, Vincent and Greg, had a circle jerk as they watched Scott sucking and jerking horny college boys’ cocks, while he got fucked up the ass by different guys. After they each blasted their loads into towels, they went their separate ways. Eric and Vincent each chatted up hot girls and went back to their places to fuck them.
Sunday night, Eric, Vincent and Greg, were in the living room eating Chinese takeout and watching a movie.
“Great news, Scott. Greg reported to the CEO of the fraternity. He wants you to appear at every Saturday night frat kegger at all the colleges in the area, NYU, Rutgers, Yale and so on. You’re booked for the next three months! I’m Venmoing you.”
“Wow! Gee, thanks, Vincent!” exclaimed Scott when he saw the $12,000 in his Venmo account.
The next three months flew by with final exams, fucking girls, Eric turning 22, Scott’s weekly frat party appearances, and him servicing Vincent and Eric daily. It was graduation time. Vincent was going to Wharton in Pennsylvania, for his MBA; Scott got a newspaper reporter job in Detroit and Eric was off to Europe with his family for the summer. The three roommates pledged to keep in touch.
“I like your new look!” said Eric’s mother when she saw him the night before graduation. Eric had sprouted a mustache, grown his hair out which he had regularly colored dark blond at a salon, and wore blue contact lenses. He was concerned about being recognized from the sex videos made by Dean and Ralph, and by the music figure. Surely, those documents of his degradation had been seen by creeps around the world.
That August he moved into his own Upper West apartment, and later began Law School. At a party he met Celeste, a beautiful 21-year-old senior getting a degree in Performance Studies at NYU. She was from Los Angeles; her father was a highly successful entertainment executive. She spent weekends at Eric’s apartment, the rest of the week at her dorm and going to classes. They were sexually and socially compatible and were happy together.
That December they got dressed up for SantaCon; Celeste wore a skimpy Mrs. Claus suit, and Eric was in a tight red Santa suit and hat; they were an attractive couple. They set out and followed that year’s pub crawl route. Eventually they got to the bar where Eric had been roofied a year ago, leading to his being raped and pimped out. He didn’t give it a second thought. They drank more. At the bar, Eric saw Dean and Ralph laughing and chatting with a handsome, medium height, wholesome young college guy wearing an elf costume. Sure enough, the college guy soon seemed like he was about to pass out, he was hustled away by Dean and Ralph.
At 5:30 PM, Eric and Celeste went outside and passionately kissed, her Uber arrived. She had to go to her dorm, get her things and then take a flight to LA to visit her parents for the Christmas break. Eric would be flying to Minnesota to visit his family the next morning. Celeste got in the Uber. Eric went to the bank at the corner and withdrew some cash. He went back into the bar for a few more drinks. At 7:45, he left the bar, crossed the street and entered the Hilton Garden Inn.
“I’m here to see Dean and Ralph” said Eric to the tall, front desk clerk who was in his late 20’s. Eric remembered him as one the men who had used him here last here.
“Sure,” said the clerk, he grinned and winked, “Room 602.”
Eric rode the elevator, got out, walked down the hallway and knocked on the door.
Ralph opened it.
“Hey, Cliff sent me.”
“Sure, come on in.”
In the bed was the weeping, whimpering and extremely handsome college boy Dean and Ralph roofied in the bar and had clearly drugged up, raped and humiliated in the succeeding two hours. He was nude except for a red jockstrap which was bulging with his dick and balls, his arms and legs were tied, he was trussed up and spread eagled, with his fabulous ass on display. Dean was sitting nearby smoking a Marlboro Red, sipping a shot of tequila. Eric handed him ten $50 bills.
“You’re his first customer, he’s still fresh and tight, my brother and I fully broke him in and trained him. Oh, he’s now a champion cocksucker and now loves to get fucked. He’s from Wisconsin; he and three of his Princeton buds came in for SantaCon. There all off doing their own thing, no one has texted him. He’s ours for the night. Go right ahead, do whatever you want with him for the next 45 minutes” said Dean nonchalantly.
Eric undid the fly buttons of his Santa suit, fished around and then proudly hauled out his seven and half inch cut thick hard cock. He got in the bed, picked up the paddle and methodically swatted the crying boy’s ass cheeks until they were nice, and red. Eric straddled the boy’s face and shoved his cock in the boy’s mouth and fucked it. He slowed down and let the boy give him leisurely head, savoring the sensations of the boy’s tongue on his shaft and swaying balls. The he went back to face fucking the boy. He was getting close, oh yeah, he cock started shooting of in the boy’s mouth, his cum was being swallowed. Eric pulled his cock out of the boy’s mouth and was now ejaculating on the sobbing boy’s handsome face. Eric got out of the bed and sat in a chair near the boy.
“Fluff me up you fucking whore, so I can fuck you” snarled Eric at the boy. The boy weakly took hold of Eric’s cock and began playing with it while he cupped his balls in his other hand. The randy young Eric was ready to go.
He got back in the bed and on top, between the boy’s spread legs dressed in his Santa costume, he sprayed the boy’s ass with lube, then sprayed his cock. With one brutal thrust, Eric rammed his cock deep inside the crying boy’s chute and proceeded to hammer fuck the boy with no mercy. It was the most intense fuck Eric had ever thrown to anyone. The boy got into it, blissfully babbling from the newfound pleasure of Eric’s cock violently hitting the sweet spot of his prostate repeatedly. The boy’s eyes were wide and rolling, his body was twitching, he made even more primitive guttural groans, he was cumming in his jock from taking Eric’s cock up his ass. Eric kept fucking the boy until he came again in his nether regions. Eric pulled his cock of the boy, and saw his gaping asshole, leaking with his cum. Eric wiped his dick with a towel, put it back in his Santa suit, buttoned his fly and left.
As Eric walked down the hallway, the elevator opened, out came a man in his late 30’s wearing a dark blue mechanic’s jumpsuit; he had been Eric’s first customer and had kissed him a year ago.
"Hey" said Eric to man as they passed each other in the hallway, “You’re in for a real treat. He’s a beauty and a total slut.”
“Thanks! Good to know! Christmas time is the best, isn’t it?” grinned the man.
“It sure is!”
Eric got out of the elevator and was in the lobby.
“Hey!” called out the grinning front desk clerk, “How was he?”
“He was fucking great, bro!”
“Cool! I’m so horned up, I get off at midnight, I can’t wait to fuck him. SantaCon is my favorite day of the year!”
“It’s mine too!”
“Oh man, the hot one they got last year was fucking fantastic! Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas!”
Eric went outside, got a taxi and went home.
