I pulled into the parking lot of the Airbnb. The ride back had cleared my head, thanks to Amir. I turned off the engine, grabbed my bag, and quietly headed up the steps, aware that Scott and Angel were likely asleep. As I reached the landing in front of the door, my keys ready, a low, guttural voice cut through the silence: “Yeah, fucker, take this dick.” Slapping skin and moans followed. “I knew you would love this, you kinky bitch.” An involuntary surge of arousal shot through me—my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
I peered over the railing and noticed the window was slightly ajar, allowing the curtain to flutter just enough for me to glimpse inside. “Fuck yeah, you have such a tight hole,” Scott’s voice growled, muffled but clear. My gut told me he was working over some poor twink. “Fuck it, let me enjoy it a little,” I thought. “Not so high and mighty anymore, huh? Look at you taking dick like a pro.” Scott thrived on breaking down his conquests, especially those who thought they were untouchable.
“Wink that hole for me, bitch,” Scott commanded, punctuating his words with sharp slaps. The twink’s muffled cries of submission echoed in the night air. I inched closer, desperate to catch more of the scene unfolding before me.
I placed my bag on the floor, careful not to make a sound. “Yeah, baby, let’s see how far I can flex your legs,” Scott continued, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. I imagined the twink’s legs folded by his ears, his body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure—pure, raw intensity. Bodies collided in bliss—I hurried, eager to witness more. “On your hands and knees,” Scott commanded. “Here it is, what you want, boy.” The room echoed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the undeniable rhythm of pleasure pushing them both to their limits. “Let’s get you tight and ready,” Angel’s voice chimed in, followed by the shuffle of bodies adjusting for yet another position.
The heat between my legs was almost unbearable. I could barely stand it, my breath quickening, ready to release right there on the spot, just from the sounds so close by. The heavy breathing, the creaking, the twink’s muffled pleas—all signs pointed to an imminent climax. I gripped the railing, leaning in for a clearer view without being noticed.
In the center of the room, the twink was tied to a chair, his arms bound to the backrest, thin legs strapped to the armrests, and another rope securing his knees to the chair’s back. He lay utterly helpless, at Scott’s complete mercy. Scott’s muscular back blocked most of my view, but it was clear he was delivering. He pulled his cock out all the way before thrusting back in with a relentless, piston-like rhythm. Scott’s firm, round ass clenched with each powerful thrust, his 9-inch cock disappearing into the twink’s eager hole. I watched, entranced, as his balls swung with the motion, slapping against his ass cheeks—a mesmerizing sight.
Scott wore black wristbands adorned with round clasps and a cock ring that encircled his cock and balls. With each thrust, the cock ring’s thin piece of plastic slapped against his balls, occasionally getting caught between his ass cheeks before plunging forward again.
I never knew this kind of gear existed—my experience with porn had never included anything like this. The twink, however, clearly reveled in it. Even from my limited view, I saw him writhing in ecstasy, his muffled moans of pleasure filling the room. His wrists strained against their bindings, but it was futile—Scott had him completely under control.
“Here you go, bitch, it’s showtime,” Scott said, popping open a small brown bottle. My stomach churned as I recognized it—the same bottle Angel had used on me. Scott shifted slightly, bringing the bottle closer to the twink, finally giving me my first unobstructed view of him. He was bound in cuffs, ropes tightening around him, and a ball gag silencing his moans. A headpiece concealed most of his face, leaving only his nose exposed.
The final touch was a red, sparkling plastic chastity cage encasing his cock. His body was perfectly sculpted—lean yet muscular, his muscles flexing against the restraints with each strained breath. I wondered how Scott had managed to get this one. After three long breaths, the twink surrendered completely, and that’s when the real fun began.
Scott went to work, thrusting into the twink with relentless force. “This is what you are, fucker—nothing but a hole for me to use,” he snarled, his voice thick with dominance. The sight of the twink nodding in agreement, likely high on poppers, was intensely hot. His reactions were slow and disconnected. “Fuck yeah, slut, take this cock,” Scott growled, each thrust punctuating his words. The boy’s grunts and pleas filled the air, marking his submission. “You gonna cum, aren’t you, slut?” Scott taunted, his voice rising with anticipation.
The twink’s moans grew louder, blending with the rhythmic pounding of Scott’s relentless thrusts. Despite his attempts to shift his position, it was clear his efforts were futile; the scene was beyond his control.
“!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa!!!” The climax hit with overwhelming force. The twink’s body tensed, straining against the ropes as cum exploded from the chastity cage in messy, voluminous spurts. “Fuck yeah, squeeze that hole shut!” Scott roared, nearing his own climax. He reached around, removing the gag and headpiece from the twink just in time for him to release a final, splattering burst of cum across his own body.
My mind raced, wide-eyed and frozen in shock. That wasn’t just any twink—it was Angel. His face was flushed and wet from the intense session I had just witnessed. His eyes were glazed, and his once-neat hair was now a disheveled mess. His lean, sculpted body was bound, with his abs and chest smeared with his own cum. The chastity device confined his cock and balls, keeping his manhood restrained. His mouth was slightly open, the ball gag having loosened his jaw, allowing saliva to trickle down his chiseled jawline and pool on his chest.
“That’s right, Angel, you thought you were the only one who could pay off the Bar Guy to spike drinks,” Scott taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. He yanked on a rope, lowering Angel’s legs into a sitting position. Despite the intense activity, Scott’s arousal remained unabated. He pulled the pin from Angel’s chastity device, and with a piston-like motion, Angel’s cock sprang free. “Now, let’s see you finish the job,” Scott commanded, positioning himself over Angel’s chest. “You know what to do, bitch.”
Angel did know. He eagerly took Scott’s cock into his mouth, and Scott gripped his face, thrusting with deep, forceful strokes. Angel gagged and gurgled, but Scott showed no mercy.
“You loving this, Angel?” Scott taunted, reaching back to squeeze Angel’s cock with a firm grip. “Do you want more, Angel? Can you handle more?” To my surprise, Angel responded in a strained, defeated tone, “Yes.”
Scott positioned himself above Angel’s head, his physique reminiscent of a chiseled Greek god. With rough, rapid thrusts, he drove his 9-inch cock into Angel’s throat. I watched in awe as Angel’s face flushed bright red, his eyes bulging slightly, and his throat expanding to accommodate the massive girth sliding all the way in. Scott’s perfectly pink asshole, framed by muscular, round ass cheeks, was a mesmerizing sight. His balls bounced with each thrust, and his hole winked enticingly as he squeezed and released.
Angel endured an otherworldly skull-fucking, trembling and shaking from the relentless assault of Scott’s thick cock. His own cock, harder than I had ever seen it, looked even bigger, and his balls slapped against his legs. He began moving his lower body side to side, struggling to resist the onslaught and catch his breath amidst the intense pleasure and punishment.
Angel was in utter ecstasy, his throat expanding and contracting with each gulp as Scott ejaculated, pumping shot after shot of cum down Angel’s throat. I watched in amazement as Angel’s cock erupted in rope after rope of cum, splattering across his chest, chin, and abs. Angel grunted and attempted to yell, but Scott’s cock remained deeply lodged in his throat. Eventually, Scott withdrew his still-erect cock, and Angel collapsed onto the chair, trembling and gasping for air. Despite his exhaustion, he seemed to savor the aftermath, licking his lips.
“Take a hit,” Scott ordered. Angel complied, inhaling deeply three times, his high soaring once more. Scott lifted Angel’s legs and secured them again, leaving him completely exposed.
“Now, I know what you did, Angel, and I know you’ll appreciate the irony as well” Scott said, delivering a hard slap that jolted Angel back from his high, at least partially.
“Look at me. Good boy,” Scott continued, slipping on a shiny black glove and coating it with heavy lube. “This is to teach you a lesson about messing with your friends. I came home early and saw you almost fisting Dustin.” I gasped silently, realizing that the call I overheard was no coincidence—Scott had witnessed the entire event.
“You had this very glove on, ready to shove your hand into Dustin while he was passed out in bed,” Scott added. My shock deepened; I hadn’t realized Scott had seen it all.
Angel mumbled incoherently, but Scott stepped over and placed a blue and yellow bottle under his nose. “This is the strongest high you’re going to get. It’ll make it hurt less. Take a shot.” Angel inhaled deeply, taking three breaths, and his body reacted instantly.
“Look at me, Angel,” Scott demanded. As Angel’s eyes locked onto him, Scott jammed three fingers into his ass. A feral grunt escaped Angel’s lips, but Scott wasted no time. Angel’s body responded eagerly—his cock hardened, and his balls swayed with each intrusion into his already open hole. Scott expertly worked Angel’s hole, loosening it with each thrust. Angel returned to moaning and groaning in pleasure, lost in the intense sensations.
“Look at me,” Scott repeated, and this time he forced four fingers into Angel’s ass. The initial grunt of pain quickly shifted to pleasure as Angel began swaying his body to meet Scott’s probing fingers.
“Now, we can stop here, Angel, or do you want more? Wink that hole if you want more.” To my shock, Angel’s loose hole complied, giving a visible wink.
I was astounded at how effortlessly Angel’s asshole accepted Scott’s big, brutish fingers. Angel’s cock swayed like a flagpole, and his balls contracted with each thrust of Scott’s fingers. Angel’s eyes glazed over, his breathing rapid and ragged—I could see he was on the edge of another climax. I watched as Scott dipped his entire hand into a thick pool of lube.
“One last hit, Angel,” Scott commanded. Angel inhaled deeply, taking three long hits. Scott shaped his hand into a cone, his fingers meeting at a point, and moved into position.
Unable to bear any more, I grabbed my bag and quietly made my way down the stairs, it took me a while as I did not want to be heard or discovered. Just as I took my first step off the stairs, the silence shattered. “AAAAAAAaaaa FUCK, I’m coming!” Angel yelled at the top of his lungs, followed by, “Keep fisting me!”
I hurried to the car and drove off, my mind reeling from what I had witnessed. A few miles away, I found a hotel and checked in for the night. Once inside, I stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed. I was aroused but also in shock, trying to reconcile the night’s events with my earlier encounter with Angel. I kept replaying the scene in my mind, struggling to make sense of it all. I reminded myself that, in a twisted way, I had been fortunate—an unexpected phone call had pulled me away from an even worse situation.
Despite the shock, watching Scott dominate Angel had been intensely erotic. I couldn’t stop picturing the scene, mesmerized by Scott’s raw power and control. I was bewildered by my own reactions, unable to fully grasp why I was responding this way. One thing was clear—Angel had received what he deserved, and then some.
