I sat at my dining room table cruising for some hot cock to press my ass into. I’d been dampening the front of my boxer briefs all day in anticipation. I guess some needs have the ability to push themselves to the top of the list of priorities. Penetration did that to my list all the time. I had to get fucked!
A 52 year old who remained nameless opened up a chat and initiated a discussion using the absolute best possible technique. He unlocked! That’s how you get a hot, twenty-five year old bottom to interact the quickest, I have found. Talk to me and I talk back. But when a guy confidently and without solicitation opens up to me by voyeuristically sending me selfies or, even better, pics of him naked and taken by another, I begin to create images of hips smashing into ass, holes parting for cock, tongue slapping up against tight, unused puckers.
What I saw, I liked. First pic, mid-belly to knees shot wearing a jock with a 9” cock slipped out the side, hanging down, as yet, not erect. Next, the corner of a room in his house. In that corner, a self-sustained sling, an experience I’ve only enjoyed one night in my life. I experienced it three times that night, but I wanted more. Third pic, gloryholes, two of them. That was the clincher.
Immediately, I unlocked and asked him for directions for a 55 minute drive. I figured with all those toys he had it would be worth it! He saw my pics, was into it, and forwarded me his location. From this point up to my knocking on his front door, 90 minutes had passed. I was eager.
It was cold outside and I had bundled up for this trip. He made me feel comfortable by showing me around his split-level ranch, which was warm, very warm, actually. I found myself removing layers as he took me from room to room. By the time he finished showing me the upper level of the ranch, I was down to a t-shirt and shorts with a jock beneath. Three articles to go. Next was to ask me if I wanted to have a drink to which I responded that I didn’t drink. He joked that I must dehydrate often and I realized he meant water or juice. I laughed, acquiesced, and he grabbed 5-6 bottles just for me before we headed downstairs. I took that to mean that we were not coming back up anytime soon.
On the way down, I took notice of the numbers on his thermostat. The temperature was set to a balmy 82 degrees. What the fuck!? I didn’t question this odd choice to overheat his home, but I sure was dropping water weight and fast!
There wasn’t much to see downstairs that wasn’t seen in the pics in his profile. Simply put, this guy lived a single lifestyle and, because of this, was free to make his lower level into a sex dungeon, of sorts. It wasn’t all whips and chains, but the highlights included the sling, the gloryholes, a five-by-five section of a wall just for dildos, car battery complete with electrodes, and a lifelike sex doll of, what I deduced, was some gay porn star which I didn’t give two fucks about. It was just very funny to me.
Anyway, I made a beeline for the sling and asked if I could climb into it. This one was built so the head can hang back for a good spit-roasting, but I figured this was a moot point since it was just the two of us.
“Woah there! Wait a second. We will work our way there. First, though, you have a cock to suck, you little slut.” Damn, he was right. I was rushing. He wore black jogging pants that he easily slipped off. With nothing beneath, there was only an eyeful of cock staring back at me. When soft, my hand could just barely wrapped around it. But as soon as I grabbed it, it began jumping and swelling. I opened really wide and inserted him in my mouth. He smelled like a shower and a little like crotch. Clean crotch, which was nice.
When I was certain his cock wouldn’t surprise me with some foreign flavor, I hunkered down and began trying to throat him, though his now hard member was so thick, my jaw, at its widest, had trouble not scathing him with my teeth. I nuzzled his shaved ball sack and he used his cock to bat me in the face a few times as I inhaled deeply through my nose to catch all those pungent aromas.
His cock now shining and sloppy from my furious attempts to get it to penetrate my throat, he told me to remove my shorts, bend over, and lean on a bar stool nearby. He then went to the sex toy wall and produced a toy that looked to be pushing 12 inches in length of some sort of real skin-type material that gave a bit when squeezed and was also as long as my forearm is, elbow to fingertip.
“Let’s go slow,” he said as if he was teaching a class.
With all the anticipation, I just uttered, “Agreed.” My jaw was shaking.
He took a bottle of lube and went to apply some to my crack, but I asked if he could work it in without, the way I like to start. He got extremely turned on at this request and pushed the bottle aside. I pulled my ass apart as much as possible as the head pressed against my freshly shorn butthole and pressure was applied. He knew what he was doing because as he pushed, he also made this sort of corkscrew motion that inched the dildo in me even though there was nothing yet to ease the initial penetration process.
Suddenly, my hands released each side of my ass as I felt a sharp pain that was, unmistakably, my opening being breached and letting me know to be careful because the toy was putting a great deal of stress on me. I gasped and then was asked if all was well. I nodded and used my hands to spread my cheeks again, which was his queue to continue.
Once the head disappeared, the widest point of the toy, the rest was manageable. Within a minute from breach, my ass had swallowed 3/4 of the entire length. He slowly pulled out until the head popped out, but still leaned against my opening. He then spit onto the huge crown against my hole which made the second breach easier to accomplish, but also signaled my partner to push harder. So he did. After the head stabbed past my o-ring; he rammed my ass like he was trying to take down a castle gate.
“I bet you like it rough. All sluts do. Am I right?”
My ass hurt from being pried apart and all I could respond with was a nod confirming my desire for rough treatment. Once I nodded, he began pulling the toy out to the head and then pushing it back in until it was gone. Out, then in. Over and over. As he pumped me, I chugged almost an entire bottle of water from the work my body was performing. I got very excited as I imagined that the head of the toy was somewhere in my tummy. After 10 minutes, I was so out of breath I asked to change positions, to which he responded by commanding me to lay on my back in missionary. This time, his cock was going to be entering me.
He brought his crotch above me, hovering over my face and said, “It’s not hard yet. Suck that dick.” I took him into my mouth and when I did, he thrusted his hips downward and started ramming his cock far into my throat, further than I could normally handle, so I began gagging violently. When he finally removed his member, I sucked air into my lungs and normal color returned to my face. He did it again; rammed it down my throat, held it there, and removed. He repeated this series of moves 5 or 6 times and once hard, removed and showed me what 9 hard inches looked like, not that I hadn’t seen it before, but every cock is new. This one was no different.
And it wasn’t the hardness that intimidated me, it was the girth. He was so thick, I was afraid I wasn’t up to the task. He walked down my body, past my torso, until his unsheathed cock was rubbing against my hungry hole. “Oh wow, it’s a tight one! I’m gonna fuck you until there’s an echo in that slutty butt hole, you little fucker!”
He wasted no time at all. Grabbing the base of his shaft with one hand and pinning my left leg down with the other, he spat, aimed, hastily entered my ass, mercilessly pounding on me as I felt his cock throb and pulse with the blood running through it.
It hurt! But his next move hurt far worse. I love having my hole played with, so when he reached a few feet away and grabbed one of his toys, a real-skin, dark tan, 8 inch and thick dong, I knew he was planning on shoving his cock along with that toy up my ass together. I didn’t hesitate to offer him the go ahead. First, the dildo, which went in pretty easily and felt great once the only visible part of the toy was its suction cup. Then he pressed his massive cock and slid it against my taint until his crown was at my pucker, pulled the toy out a few inches, and then, with one swift motion, he simultaneously pushed the dildo back in and thrusted himself inside until his cock disappeared in my ass. With both his cock and the dildo stretching me out, my hole was close to the circumference of a baseball bat.
As I mentioned, it hurt, but I like the feeling of being taken with little regard for my safety. I swore, “Oh my God! Fuck me!!!” And so he did. The next 5-10 minutes were spent getting my ass reamed out hard and deep. I’d look down to see my assailant’s cock just before having it swallowed by my ever-widening hole. He would pull out and then ram it deeply into my ass. I was getting worn out taking his abuse, both bodily and verbally, so I asked for a drink.
“Sure, you little slut! You got it.” While his cock and that bulbous dildo were still both working my hole open, he grabbed a water, opened it, and squeezed the bottle all over me. “You like that you little bitch?!!” Then he grabbed the back of my head, lifted me so I could view his assault on my butt, and began pumping me with his first of many orgasms. He would bury himself to the balls, shoot, then thrust again and shoot until he was spent.
Slowly, after a few minutes, his cock began to soften inside me and I felt it slither out of my ass like a slug on pavement taking a salt bath, followed by a torrent of semen that he just deposited. I took my fingers and pushed his load back up my ass and followed that up by using the big toy he was double teaming me with.
I was under the impression that we had come to the end of a pretty fun time. But my buddy had other ideas.
During our chat, before I headed over to his house, we did mention that we both enjoyed group sex, but that the groups I get into are more gangbangs than orgies, where I go places or invite guys over with similar sexual roles. I look for tops, all tops. He must have heard this, because he also acted upon that desire I have to be the pleasure-giving center of the group, the only one with the holes. His act was to invite 3 of his buddies over, all tops. They were hiding in the master bedroom closet while I was being shown around the house. He only showed me around so his pals could have a look at me through the slats of the closet doors they were hiding behind. I would be told later that the heat turned way up was to get me undressed for a better view of the goods.
With the dildo still lodged deep in my reddening hole, my buddy returned and produced a length of rope since we had also chatted about bondage. While in the sling, he wrapped the rope behind my left leg at the knee and pulled the rope back to an eyelet in the wall behind and beneath me. He then did the same thing to my right leg. My knees had both been pulled so far back and apart, they were at my eye level and still over a foot from touching my head on each side. I was very exposed. If you hovered over me looking down, my body looked almost exactly like the letter “W”.
My arms were tied behind my back with the sling fabric acting as a go between for my arms and back. I’ve been vulnerable before, but never in a sling with my ass jutting out and my arms now completely useless, whatever he was going to do to me next, I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. He walked out of the room. The dildo slid out of my ass and, first with a popping sound as it uncorked my hole and then with a thud, landed on the floor beneath me.
For his next appearance, he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by 3 other men of different ages and body types. He introduced them as, simply, his buds, at first. I was slightly frightened since I had allowed myself to be incapacitated and now I was in a room with men I don’t know or trust. Like I said, “whatever he was going to do to me next, I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to.“
The three began to comment on the state I was in, touching me all over, picking up the toy and taking turns using it which changed the speed that my ass was being fucked every time it changed users, as well as using their hands to spank my ass, which was beginning to hurt. Every time a hand came down hard against my flesh, my whole body reacted by tensing up as if to act as a defense mechanism against the painful sting.
The man I spoke to on line returned and began to speak, “Ok, so when you mentioned liking the feeling of being used by several guys at a time, I took that to heart and contacted him. That’s Ernie.”
Ernie was Puerto Rican. He was tall and lanky. Ernie raised his hand, emitted a wave, smiled wide and said, “Hi.” Playful, I like him.
The man spoke again, “Ernie said he knew a guy who would jump at this opportunity. He called him. The man pointed at the largest in the group and said, “That’s…….shit, Ern, what’s his name again?”
Ernie was gazing at me and rubbing himself through his pants. He didn’t hear anything. The man spoke again, “ERNIE!!”
Ernie’s gaze recoiled and he heeded the man who asked the question again. “Oh, that’s Paul. He’s my neighbor. Me, him and his wife have three ways.” Then back to staring me down, like he was coming up with an attack strategy or something. I laughed very lightly at his comment as it seemed strangely out of sorts. It was like he knew it didn’t belong in the context he was in, yet he just had to brag about it to someone. My small laughing fit ended in seconds.
The last guy was about my height, 5’11”. He had a belly but he hadn’t let himself go to the point of being obese. He did have many piercings on his body; ears, eyebrow, tongue, and both nipples that I saw upon first inspection. Tattoos were also strewn about him from neck to lower calf. The man said, “And this little puppy’s name is James.”
“Hey Ronnie, can we fuck him now? Enough with the introductions,” James interjected. And I finally got the homeowner’s name!!
“Yeah, let’s see where this goes,” Ronnie added as if he were driving down a highway.
All four converged upon me at once. Within a minute, I had a guy trying to fist me. It was James. I quickly admitted that I’d never done that and that it gets painful at the knuckles.
“Oh you don’t worry about a thing, piggy, I have a doctorate in fisting. I even have my own practice that I run out of my house.” The other three chuckled reminiscently as James materialized a huge bottle of lubricant and commenced to dousing my asshole and butt cheeks with a thick layer.
I then witnessed them unzip and drop their pants. When I saw their cocks, it made me recall that part of Ronnie and my chat where he spent some time telling me about his “monopoly on the big cock market,” as he put it. At the time, I thought, anyone could just say that, not realizing that there was an off chance it could be true.
That excited me plenty, but I couldn’t have predicted that he would go to these lengths just to see me take them all inside.
Ernie was uncut, at least 9”, with squiggly veins running the length of his shaft. Paul, a black man, was a giant; about 6’5” with a gut sticking out from his body and his cock was a soda can wide 6-7”. James was the personality of the group; light-hearted, but a fierce and aggressive bastard during coital relations whose cock measured a curved 10”, I think. It was longer than Ernie’s, so I’m guessing 10”. James added to his piercings by having a curved piece of thick metal through his urethrae. With Ronnie’s cock thrown into the mix, I was facing down a room filled with 35 total inches that would eventually, I assumed, be inside me, so I knew this wasn’t going to be an easy time for me, but if Ronnie wanted to intimidate me, he clearly didn’t know my history. Regardless, I played the part just so they wouldn’t be deterred from their dominant position over me. And in truth, I was scared. In past trysts, I had been faced with these odds, but my hands were also available to me. Not here.
First, at this point in my experiences, I had never had a pierced cock inside my ass or mouth. I was curious, but had this notion beforehand that it would be no big deal. Also, some might shudder as they read this to see that there was a somewhat heavier man there. Not me! A heavy guy was the first type of guy I ever had inside me and he knew how to use his weight to challenge my balance as he pounded away at me from behind. So I was pumped about that with the expectation that Paul would offer an extremely powerful thrust and widen my hole with his fat cock.
As it turned out, Ronnie and James, James who had to remove 4 of his fingers from my ass, made a beeline for my mouth, both taking turns face fucking me as my head hung back off the sling and Ernie left for a moment to use the bathroom, so Paul slowly wandered down to my ass, dropped to one knee, and started fingering my hole, announcing to the others what a pig I was as Ronnie’s load from earlier, which I thought would have exited with the dildo, began to seep out, which only served to make Paul insert more fingers.
As Paul took his index and middle fingers from each hand and used them to stretch me out, I felt what remained of Ronnie’s load trickle down my cheeks. Paul got aroused very quickly at this sight and stood up so he could probe my freshly fucked sleeve with that fat black cock described earlier.
I had to see Paul’s approach. I love watching how a man about to enter me goes about his initial breach; mannerisms, where his eyes are looking, what his hands are doing. So I pushed James out of my mouth and lifted my head to see Paul. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Eyes looking at where his cock was going, one hand on my hip, the other resting on my thigh. His cock didn’t really need guidance since he stood straight out from his body. A proud cock this was. He inched forward and within 3-4 baby steps, I felt his head being slowly swallowed by my opening until I accepted him and allowed his whole girth to open me up like a baseball bat!
Between Ronnie’s conquest of my ass and Paul’s fingers prying me open, his soda can of a cock certainly announced its arrival once it entered me, but only served to make my eyes widen some, and then return to the two cocks feeding my mouth. As his unmitigated thrusts rammed into my soft ass flesh, the power behind them shot my body back into the two men taking turns on my mouth. Any control I thought I may have had vanished when I wanted to use my arms as shields to stop my head from swinging into the two cocks fucking my face, but remembered that they were out of commission, immovably tied behind my back and out of sight. Ronnie and James, through no fault of their own, kept gagging me repeatedly due to Paul’s insistence on using the full force of his weight and leverage, using his frame to push my mouth onto the cock fucking my face. Once that was realized, though, the three of them seemed more amused than concerned. And the one lucky enough to have his cock in my mouth at the time of Paul’s assault got an extra special gift and would elate at the occurrence.
I stopped being scared. The feeling for me was now more surreal. I couldn’t believe I was here in the midst of all this. My cock leaked, my mouth and ass given to the whims of three quite unattractive, but extremely well endowed monsters. Ernie was the most attractive of all of them, and he was not attractive. The fact is that I was turned on, despite all this, and it was definitely because of how big their cocks were. All unique in their own way, either curvy or veined from tip to base, these guys worked me over for 30 minutes before Ernie returned from the bathroom.
Ernie made things even more interesting by bringing his own brand of aggressive verbal behavior. He berated me in Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying about me, but the mix of his foreign taunts along with his furled eyebrows and gritting teeth was such a turn on that my cock began to jump and eventually swell up until fully rock solid.
Before this meeting, I explained to Ronnie the one rule I have when I am in the position I was in with these 4 older gents. I don’t want my cock involved! Fuck me, tie me down, stretch me out, display me to a crowd, shave me, even piss all over me (while I’m in a shower), but the only way I want to cum is while my ass is being probed so deeply that I can’t control it.
So, when Ronnie saw I was actually getting hard under my jock, he told his pals, one of whom, James, was reaching for it, “Hey, he’s not interested in getting off unless you can fuck his ass hard enough to make him blow his load. Leave that hot cock alone! We’ll break him.” That short speech excited me so much, I almost shot my load right there.
Once James heard the challenge, he met it. Bringing his spear of a cock around my slung up body, kindly urging Paul to clear out, and lining himself up with my slutty and starving anal cavity, he didn’t waste any time. He quickly spit on his cock and crammed half of it inside me. I gasped as my eyes looked up and met his with a look of concern. He was, as I mentioned, aggressive. After less than 30 seconds of housing half his cock in my ass, he finished the job and inserted the remaining 5 or so inches until all that could be seen was James’ hips flush with my rosy red butt cheeks. After his eyes stopped rolling in response to me tightening my sphincter muscles around his member, he looked at me, but behind his ear-to-ear simper was a glint of mischief. He was mulling over his next move. Seconds passed and then he made good on that impish smile and called Ronnie over as he removed his long member from my ass.
Now, up to this point, I had experienced 2 men fucking me at once and loved almost every second of each experience. The “almost” is a story for another time. I knew that when James called out to Ronnie, it was on. James dropped to his knees, and, while stroking his own, he took Ronnie deep into his mouth while jerking the base near Ronnie’s sack making his cock go from semi-hard to diamond solid. For Ronnie to be as old as he was, I was impressed how stout and postured his cock was. I wanted them so bad I started fingering my ass and tasting my digits. Two, then 3, then 4 fingers trying to rush my ass open to take what I was about to be given. But, James the aggressor, swatted my hand away so he could begin fucking me. Giddily, he exclaimed, “Hot damn this is gonna be fun!”
I felt James set the head of his member at my opening, by now, slightly gaped even when it wasn’t stuffed with cock. The thick metal gage through his shaft was the first sensation that I could feel as he began to push pretty hard while holding his cock at the base, forcing blood to swell up his already plump mushroom-like head. Though my hole proved not to be as cooperative as I thought it would have been by now, James was relentless. Against my defenses, he pushed and thrusted and stabbed until 5 of his 10 curved inches were planted inside me.
I begged him, “Fuck my brains out, mother fucker!”
But he had a plan to execute and Ronnie was the other half of that plan. James would provide the pace, but Ronnie had the girth. Put together, I knew my ass was going to both hurt and gobble down every last ounce of cock meat forced inside me, because what bottom worth his salt doesn’t love a challenge. “What did u just call me, you little bitch?!”
“I told you to fuck me hard, or is that big, hard, pierced flesh mound between your legs all for show?!” I wanted to challenge him to see what I could take. While waiting for Ronnie to lube his fat cock, I began chiding James, giving him reasons to not like me, reasons to want to hurt me.
“Hey Ronnie. You almost ready? What are you doing? This little ho is trying to get under my skin and I want to shut his fucking mouth.”
“Well then you already know how to do that. I’m sending a text. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
James looked at me intensely. His eyes were shaped angrily with the wrinkles on his forehead growing deeper as if he was considering his next move. Ernie made his way to my mouth, but my gaze was pointed directly at James. I needed to know his next move for the sake of preparing for the sensation. I didn’t want to overreact. He wasn’t going to get the better of me.
But Ernie was undaunted from his aim. When I failed to react to Ernie’s flaccid, uncut monster batting me in the side of my head, he forced my head back and began to curse me for my lack of acknowledgement. As he sent a torrent of Spanglish insults at me, he grabbed my throat and pushed his cock against my lips. He was regaining his erection and my pursed lips couldn’t stop his growing meat sword from puncturing my defense, forcing his entire shaft into my mouth, and worst of all, taking my eyes from James, who, once Ernie began having his way with my face, started very swiftly and one at a time pushing fingers into my opening until he had 4 inside me. All but his thumb. I’ve attempted, many times, the unorthodoxy known as fisting and failed almost every time at the knuckles. Never, up to this experience, did my ass swallow a fist. When James, that sneaky bastard with his piercings and tats, started in on my beaten and stretched sleeve, I was 100% certain he was going to have his way! With Ernie now completely engorged and raping my face and my arms still tied and out of play, I had no way of communicating my fear.
Then, Ronnie, as if sent by God himself, proclaim, “DONE!” His eyes swerved to see what was happening to me. Ernie’s cock immediately recoiled from my throat, but didn’t exit from the warmth of my mouth. James, was stalwart and with Ernie relenting, I was able to raise my head enough to see that James was about to have his thumb join in. Playfully put out, Ronnie barked, “Hey, jackass! do you want him to feel it when we both get into his ass or not. Holster that fist. Until later. That I gotta see. So, you little toy. Did you like my cock inside you before when we were alone? Wait! Don’t answer that. Doesn’t matter.” He reached both hands down slowly, their destinations were no mystery. His left hand wrapped around his own cock. His right grasped James’ undulating member. When Ronnie’s hand squeezed James tightly, James’ cock released a decent-sized dew drop of pre cum which Ronnie used his thumb to spread all around that beautiful crown attached to one ill-mannered man.
“Let me just guide you to the hole, Jimmy. I love how your cock feels in my hand.”
“Fuck yeah!” Then to me, “Ready or not…..” his cock was now perpendicular with my opening, pressing inward, with enough pressure that it began to bend slightly about midway down the shaft. I was shivering with excited anticipation knowing that my already stretched opening would give way in seconds and that hot cock would make its speedy and shocking entry into my cum and lube soaked ass.
Ronnie, a consummate pro at this Alpha role he was playing, said, “Paul, why don’t you keep his mouth busy. If his teeth scathe your thick black cock, take one of his nipples into your fingers and squeeze. That should be warning enough. Ernie, squirt some lube on our play thing’s fuck hole. Then, if you have a nice store of man juice packed in those balls, cum all over that bitch’s face.”
As Ronnie commanded his minions, my cock responded by jolting and jumping until I was fully erect and stiff as a plank. Paul took his place and my head lowered until Ronnie and James were out of my sights and all I could see was a mass of hard flesh between Paul’s dimpled legs. He began battering his man missile into the back of my mouth. As he did this, I felt Ernie following the instructions given as a long stream of lube connected with my hole and almost immediately gave James access to my sleeve. Shortly thereafter, Ernie’s dangling foreskin appeared in my eye line, being peeled back to reveal that prominent Puerto Rican helmet atop his delicious cock.
As Paul’s cock roughed up my mouth, I felt my incisors gently brush the base of his extremely fat member. He twisted my nipple, holding his cock inside my mouth so I couldn’t respond with a yelp or a holler. “Don’t do it again, bitch!” He pulled his cock back and as he did, Ernie, without a warning moan or even a leg buckle reaction, fired ropes of cum onto my face. When he was finished, all that slimy stuff started traveling up my face, since it was hanging back off the sling, and into my hair. Paul was undeterred.
This degrading treatment of my faculties was soon trumped when, without realizing it until it was happening, I felt Ronnie join James as his rigid and unforgivingly thick cock pushed my o-ring aside and stretched me to a point I had not felt in a long time. My instinct was to try to scream, but when I did, Paul’s cock gagged me and I came very close to losing my last 2 meals. “God this is so damn hot,” Paul professed lazily. By his tone, I could tell he was also very close. I hadn’t had the opportunity to tell anyone not to blow into my mouth. I wouldn’t get that opportunity either since speaking was out of the question with Paul’s continued attempts to fit his cock head into my throat.
I wished so much that I had my hands. I wanted so much to spread my ass cheeks so Ronnie and James could see my enthusiasm for what they were doing to me, which felt miraculous. Soon, though, once they got their rhythm, both of them started burying themselves so deep, my body started to feel them pushing against my g-spot. It must have been James. He was deep enough that, even side by side with Ronnie, his cock edged out his partner’s by over an inch and when he thrusted, it was his cock that I felt the sensation with before he pulled back. Both continued as Paul began to bellow his orgasmic warning, “I’m gonna blow in this faggot’s mouth.” The names I was called this night made me feel so low, yet oddly energized. After he said this line, he pushed his cock as far into my mouth as he could and shot torrents of cock slime down my throat. Not a drop saw the light and, proudly, I didn’t spill a drop from my forcibly opened mouth. (As a side note, this was the only time I ever swallowed a load. Still not my thing.)
Ronnie stopped his pounding assault of my backside as James, ever the aggressor, was given leave to probe as deeply into my sex as he saw fit, once he was unfettered by the need to stay in sync with Ronnie. It didn’t take but 30 seconds and 20-30 deep and serpentining thrusts for his cock to hit pay dirt, causing my body to electrify like a bolt of lightening shot through me from top to bottom which was the catalyst for a long and satisfying orgasm, sending a firework display of long white ribbons flying from my cock and into the air. I writhed and rolled my eyes, practically losing consciousness momentarily as James disregarded me and continued to bash into me with his cock.
Ronnie, once my body returned from the trip it took, rejoined James. Ernie and Paul were at the mini bar grabbing a drink, watching the whole scene. I just lay there, staring somewhere in the middle distance, my mind completely wrapped in the orgasm I just had; a powerful, dreamlike time warp of a sensation.
With my mouth free from cock and cum and my ass still being fed cock at a furious rate, I requested to have my hands back. Ronnie indulged as Paul came to unshackle me. Though free, my arms just dangled by my side. I wanted to feel what James did to me more and more, but I was also depleted. I needed a break and hoped that the men occupying my ass would fill me soon so I could regather my strength. I knew round two was eminent.
“You wanna go at the same time? Fill this whore hole to the brim?” James inquired.
“I’m ready, big boy!” Ronnie and James both went from looking at each other, side by side, affirming their intent at once, to turning their heads downward to witness their conjoined monster cocks spill themselves inside my hungry hole.
Moments later, as if they had done this so many times prior, I felt them both shoot over and over again, pushing and pushing their slimy milk deeper into me. They had my ass so airtight, when they were cumming, the walls of my hole felt both cocks throbbing with all the fluid rapidly exiting their balls. It was quite a scene and got even hotter when Ronnie asked Ernie to pass him the butt plug on the wall. Once both men slithered from my now wide and deep opening, Ronnie plunged this toy, which was about 3 inches in diameter, deeply and quickly in me so as not to spill a drop of what they deposited. I barely felt it.
Fifteen minutes passed. Once I was able to stand, James and Ronnie each took a hand and lifted me from the sling and the three of us joined Paul and Ernie at the bar. Nothing about any of our body language or our conversational tone gave off the impression that this was the end.
I was half in discussion with the group and half wondering what was coming next. It was funny to me how, at the bar, only moments after I was the centerpiece of a high octane gangbang, the span of which I was being treated like trash, these four, now, gentlemen treat me as an equal.
I wasn’t ready, at all, for Ronnie’s first surprise, bringing in his pals to abuse me the way they did. And though I was psyching myself up for another round, preparing myself for whatever insanity Ronnie and his friends could conjure up, I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that my imagination was no match for the depths of depravity these bastards may have in store for me quite soon. It wasn’t long before things got started, and they started at the mini bar.
I was drinking Cosmopolitans made by Ronnie that were surprisingly outstanding. I was feeling the right kind of dizzy for the current context. Conversation was flowing. Hands were groping from time to time. All in all, a welcome sabbatical from the activities endured only minutes prior.
In all candor, my ass was killing me. I felt like what I perceive a woman might feel like 2 weeks after giving birth, but if she gave birth from her ass. I felt like I was slowly regaining my stature. I leaned less to support my entire weight, since when I first approached the bar, I did so very gingerly, practically tiptoeing my broken body over where the crowd that broke me was standing.
Our conversation began with how we felt that things went during our first session, which, though I was practically stretched to the point of not being able to walk, I was the first to proclaim satisfaction with my part in the group. Others chimed in with what they enjoyed most about the 3 hour romp. Paul enjoyed watching James being unpredictable.
Ronnie was pleased that he got to break me in before the others had a go at me. “I swear to you, scout’s honor,” he gave an animated and hilarious line that cracked up the whole room, “when he first got here, he was as tight as a drum!” Then he inquired of me, “Have you ever been in a group that treated you like we did?”
I proudly replied, “Oh yes! Long story short. I was approached at a club in NYC by a black guy who talked me into joining him and his two buddies at an apartment near the club. Once we arrived at the loft, what proceeded was quite similar, maybe even a bit more challenging, to the wild ride we just had here.”
All of us were stark naked and I was heating up staring at all the steaming piles of cock which were flopping around like big fat rubber bands, loaded with potential. About 30 minutes went by with the 5 of us drinking heavily. It was going down like water for me. Ronnie’s cosmo-making skills were just the perfect compliment to those honest moments after sex. We were all feeling secure and warm.
The first person to make a move back to where we were an hour ago was, of course, James, who was oddly missing the entire time we gaily chatted away, laughing and beaming about how much fun we had. He was elsewhere doing God only knows what, but soon, I’d find out.
As soon as he reentered, James posted up behind me nonchalantly and continued where he left off earlier when I began using his fingers on me. Standing at the bar, I felt his thin, spindly fingers edge their way to the crack of my ass, then part my ass cheeks with his thumb and middle finger, and finally, use his middle finger to breach me.
“Hey boys,” I announced, “James is getting all touchy feely here. And I have to admit, it doesn’t bother me at all.”
James halted my playful tone pretty fast when he swiftly pushed me into a spot where I was bent over the minibar with my ass hanging off the end of a bar stool. I was in sitting position, quite prone to James’ whimsical sexual nature. Paul, Ronnie, and Ernie all looked on as if to follow James’ lead. James began adding fingers to his middle one. He spread my ass apart and spit a huge gob of saliva in me, then began shaping his fingers into a cone for insertion.
“You ever taken a fist all the way in, boy?”
“Not yet, but I’ve tried more times than I can count. I get anxious at the knuckles. They really hurt because they’re so pointy and hard! Why? You think you’re going to be the first?”
“Do I think? No.” That devious smile reappeared on James’ infernal lips. “What I know is that your ass IS going to swallow at least one of my fists tonight, and once that happens, I know I’m going to get it into my head that since my hand is inside, why not see just how deep the slut hole goes? Then I’m going to push.” As he said the word ‘push’, he began thrusting his cone-shaped hand against the slightly dilated entrance of my fuck hole. His hand was expanding me to levels I hadn’t felt yet this whole night. I attempted to send a signal to slow his entry with my hand, but as I did, from behind the bar, Ronnie snatched up both my arms and pulled them in his direction. And now, as sudden as they appeared earlier, I was now, and once again, unable to stop James or even move or squirm in protest.
Ronnie stared in my eyes from the other side of the bar, “Just try and relax. I have a feeling that once the hard part passes and your ass swallows his whole hand to the wrist, you are going to really enjoy this.” With that, he freed my arms. I decided to trust Ronnie. NOT JAMES. Just Ronnie. He had a calming way of reassuring me that my safety was paramount.
Harder he pushed and with every measure of his hand that entered, I could make out the fine details of the skin around his hand as my ass flesh wound tighter and tighter around his assaulting appendage.
When I am alone and using a larger than normal toy or vegetable on my ass, there’s a point where the object becomes too thick and my hole begins to let me know I’m about to go too far. Right about now, this was the sign I was being given. But as if he read my thoughts and predetermined that I was about to squiggle away from the situation, James asked Ernie, “Hey man, grab that bottle.” The bottle was a half full 24 ounce container of some water based lube that smelled like coconuts and contained a numbing agent. He proceeded to remove his cone-shaped hand from my anus, cup it open like a bowl, and squeeze the bottle so hard, it made one of those fart sounds you hear squeezable ketchup and mustard bottles make, creating a deep, transparent pool of lubricant for him to use to try to up my pain threshold.
Using his hand as sort of a putty knife, he maneuvered himself so he could take his lube-filled hand and pack the contents of it up my ass by just pressing the cupped hand against my hole and flattening it. The lube was cold and I could feel it shoot into me. That felt great! Once his hand was no longer burdened, he began furiously fingering me to rub the walls of my tunnel in an effort to allow the numbing agent to properly anesthetize the area around and inside where James would soon continue to work his 10 inch cock into me.
After a few moments of James really using those fingers up my very occupied and becoming increasingly weary pucker, he changed gears back to his goal of getting the knuckles on his hand past my o-ring. Starting almost where he left off, he took his hand, shaped it into the cone, and quickly pushed into me with it. This time, though, I relaxed, I breathed, and I let go of any misgivings I had about James and his somewhat untrustworthy nature. I had to! If I didn’t try to see him as someone I could count on not to hurt me, this process was going to take way longer. You see, James WAS going to fist me tonight, and the quickest way from point A (James determination to fist fuck me) to point B (James hand disappearing into my stretched out butthole) is a straight line. Trust, I felt, would be on the path we wanted to travel,
Once I relaxed, James’ hand was inching slowly into my hole. I could feel myself getting wider and wider, my hole stretching tighter as his knuckles approached. “Oh, I don’t know what you are doing,” James observed, as he began to ease his hand in further, “but keep doing it!”
My head rested on the bar with my ass still jutting out from the bar stool. James announced that he was very close and I could feel the bumps on the back of his hand, his knuckles, arrive at my doorstep. With deep breaths, I completely released any muscle use from my lower body, absolutely removing all tension that could slow the process. All at once, the four knuckles breached my hole, expanding it to a point that cause me to breathe in so deeply, I felt like I almost inhaled and swallowed my tongue. James, who really got joy out of making a climactic feeling last, stopped a few moments to let the widest part of his hand turn my opening into a rubber band. He pumped in and out, in and out. Pre cum dripped from my cock very quickly. With each time he pushed the knuckles in me, my cock emitted a long strand of clear pre cum onto the bar stool.
Ernie and Paul, who observed from a few feet away at the bar, began stroking each other’s hard dongs and stood up, making their way to have a closer look.
James finally completed the task. It was just a matter of letting his arm go limp so my anal cavity could vacuum up the rest of his hand. And once he saw his wrist arrive at my opening, that was his cue to begin fist fucking me very hard! A bit more speedily, he began reversing his forward motion so my hole also began to tighten as his knuckles, once again, approached the doorway, but from inside. As his knuckles breached and began releasing from my ass’s grip, he pushed back in harder this time! And every push into me with his fist would also include more of his arm being inserted, as well. This pattern continued for close to 15 thrusts and with the tapered attack he used, by the time he hit 15, my hungry hole swallowed up to the mid-point of his forearm. For perspective, up James’ right arm was a tattoo from wrist to elbow. It was, oddly enough, a tattoo of Popeye. You know, the Sailor Man? I told you this guy was the personality of the group. Well, my cock starved cum receptacle devoured Popeye’s lower body to his mid-belly by the time James’ manners kicked in and he realized he was hogging up all the ass. So he slowly removed his arm and, to my glowing pride, Popeye was as clean as Sweet Pea’s Fanny.
James grasped a fist full of my hair and lifted my head off the bar, then he made me lick his arm clean. The taste was devine. The only thing better is licking my ass off a guy’s cock. But my ass has a flavor that compliments all body parts, I suppose.
I wasn’t aware how long his arm was holding me open for, but when I finally stood, my legs buckled and I fell with a crash to the floor. The fisting took it all out of me, but by the looks on their faces, they still saw me as fuckable. Ernie and Ronnie took an arm and lifted, receiving a small modicum of assistance from me. I was a wet noodle, a useless pustule. My arms were rubber, my legs were two Slinkys. I was done offering myself freely to these guys. But they didn’t need me for that. Since I was sapped and out of commission, physically, that just meant I needed to be held in place. To them, my holes were still wet, so on with the show! Or at least that was what I expected.
Already undressed, I was carried to a couch in the room at the base of the steps leading to the second level, and there, I was thrown and left with my thoughts. I heard the guys’ voices trail off as they ascended the steps. Shortly thereafter, I rose to my feet and slowly ‘heel toed’ it to where Ronnie kept his big toys and grabbed one of the biggest which, I didn’t know at the time, was actually shaped and marketed as a dog’s cock. Sometime later that evening, when I found out that this was the hook, I recall thinking, “People are into that?” But, admittedly, that toy had the best shape to it and now I own one.
But at the time, I was barely able to walk as I brought this freakish-sized thing with a bulbous base (apparently called a knot) back to the couch where they left me. On my knees with my ass pointing toward the sky, I stuck this thick piece of silicon up my ass deep, with the end goal of getting that thick and round base to penetrate me. But, before I could get too far, I heard foot falls as the guys returned, arriving and turning to see me on the couch toy up my ass about half way. Paul was closest. He grabbed and pulled it from my ass.
“Follow us back into the play room. We’re not done with you, whore, and you clearly are not done with us,” Ronnie said calmly. As I trailed close behind them, I could hear their discussion. Comments that pertained to me being unable to walk, yet grabbing a dildo or getting fisted as easily as I had been able to. These guys sounded like they were both impressed and concerned for me. Like maybe they should end it.
I spoke up from 5 feet behind them, “Hey! I didn’t come here for sympathy. So I have a question. At what point will you guys start getting creative?” I didn’t mean this. I was younger and stupid. I had to save face and pride can sometimes come off as idiocy.
I entered the play room, once again, to face one filthy and final act of depravity.
My legs shook from the beating my asshole took at the ‘hand’ of James. I had toyed around with my ass before, but never did I have the sensations in and around my hollow cock target that I was feeling now. It was like earthquake aftershocks and how they arrive unexpectedly. My body would behave voluntarily until a sudden spasm would buckle my lower back or my right leg and I’d lean to the side almost falling, but catching myself just prior to slamming into a wall. As soon as we arrived in the downstairs bathroom, our trip ended.
“You need to get into the shower now, you filthy fuck toy,” Ronnie berated me with a look on his face like he meant it. With their cocks all out in the open, stroking themselves with vigor, pumping away and squeezing precum on their cocks, I entered the shower and went to turn on the water, still naive to what the group’s intent was. But when my hand made its way to the shower nozzle to turn the water on, I found out their plan.
“Woah, bitch! We didn’t say shit about turning on water,” Paul said as he spit on his hand and smacked his cock hard which made an audible muted thud sound. His cock just responded by swinging left to right a few times. I took in an eyeful of his fat member hoping to position myself to take him at least once more and feel his quiet aggressive style as he tears into me. God he was big!
So my hand recoiled as I awaited the next instruction. Ronnie commanded me to sit inside the shower on the floor, so I slowly dropped to my knees, then shifted to sitting on my ass with my legs crossed.
The stall door was wide and swung out of the way of those occupying it, if there were ever a reason to crowd a bathroom, that is. The door played a crucial role for what was coming next. Now I had a strong feeling I was about to be urinated on by 4 guys, but didn’t let on that I was on to their plan because it was a great plan and I didn’t want to spoil it by being a dick and spilling the beans before the plan hatched.
So I sat as Ronnie, James, Paul, and Ernie pointed their gigantic dongs at my body. When Ronnie saw how expectant I seemed to be, he inquired, but more accurately, he stated in question form, “You’ve been pissed on before, haven’t you?”
I was always accused of wearing my heart on my sleeve. With my face undauntedly staring at the cocks about to splash me with a great flood of urine, I suppose I looked too anxious. “Ummm, yeah, I have!” And then to bring some authenticity to the situation they had meant to be unique and the cherry on top of a wild sex romp, I added, “But never by 4 guys at the same time!!” And that was no lie.
A look of pride eased its way onto Ronnie’s face, a look I translated. This was an important moment for me as I began to see these four men as they really were in this moment. I realized that he was, sort of, putting on a concert. He had a set list and this whole thing was his opus. For Paul and Ernie, it was a release. For James, it was an opportunity to show his skills and imagination and he more than succeeded at displaying that along with the fact that, outside of this event, he was, more than likely, an asshole. For Ronnie, however, it was all staged, we were all actors, and this final act was our last dance before the curtains close. So I relished it.
I got up on my hands and knees, closed my eyes tightly as if I was making a wish that I really hoped would come true, pursed my lips shut, and waited. I never took account on who got the ball rolling, but it was aimed right at my face, so I assumed it was James. Such a fucking jackass, I thought. Then a wave hit me on my torso and chest. Torrents of musty smelling liquid splashed off me and ran in small waterfalls off my nipples. Much of the filthy piss ran down my back and travelled through the valley of my ass. I relaxed my body so my hole would open and hopefully drink in some of it. It was degrading. Insults were hurled at me. My cock went from flaccid to power tool in almost no time and the guys, who must have known ahead about this and held it in the entire time, continued bathing my entire body for at least 2-3 minutes.
Now, smelling of urine and soaking in a tub of filth, most men would call it a day and return to their normal lives. And most did. James, however, seeing my current state, couldn’t help it. He saw the sexual gratification he would receive after finishing inside a piss covered servant and he commanded me to remain in my doggy style pose. His athleticism, which surprised me, allowed him to place one foot on the bathroom floor with the other way across the tub and resting on a short ledge. This allowed him to lower his hips down enough to get the tip of his cock to curve its way to my awaiting hole. There was no reason to think that this act would be difficult for me, so James unleashed what energy he had remaining to ram his cock 10 inches deep into my belly and hate fuck me like I was an ex from a bad break up. He fishhooked my mouth, spit in my face (which I didn’t like), called me every degrading name I could think of and some I never knew could be degrading. Some of his more colorful quotes went:
“We weren’t creative enough for you, bitch? That’s not how you sounded when I used your body as a hand puppet!”
“God damn your hole is as loose as a fucking hoola hoop!” That was one of my favorites. He became enraged when I chuckled slightly at the humorous line.
….And lastly…..also the one that caused me to lose control and shoot my load all over the floor of the tub,
“When I’m finished flooding that gaping whore hole with my cum, I’m going to piss inside you. If you let any out before I leave this room, you’re getting the fist again!” It was when he called my ass a “gaping whore hole” that I shot my ropes all over the basin.
His last pump into my ass was his orgasm. He held himself, the entire shaft, inside me to the balls for a minute or two, to let the cum settle so it wouldn’t fall out. He followed that up with the remaining urine he saved for just this moment. My stomach slowly distended. I felt like I ate three plates of nothing but bread once the last drop was deposited.
Then, in a selfless act, he materialized an anal plug, which he acquired prior to heading into the bathroom, and stuck it up my ass. I shook my ass at him in thanks and he smacked the fuck out of it! I collapsed in the tub as he walked out without a word.
I was drenched and smiling, but exhausted. Emotionally, getting treated as I was followed by a gangpissing, for the lack of a better word, took a lot out of me. It seems to be an unwritten rule that in situations like these, the bottom is offered to recuperate at the host house. So, I spent 24 hours with Ronnie, offering fond farewells to Ernie, Paul, and yes, even James, all of whom left shortly after the ‘final act’, which was the point that I came to the realization that I never got to suck any of the guys off through Ronnie’s well constructed gloryholes. Fucking shit!!
Ronnie and I keep in touch and perhaps one day, I’ll revisit his dungeon and allow his plans to, once again, unfurl. But not for some time. It’s unfair, but we are given so little time to live and I still have so much more to experience.
