Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Amateur Night, Part III
Thanks Stimle!
Last time on "Amateur Night"...
They gathered up Jeff's clothes and shoes and led him out through the back door and into the parking lot where a van was waiting. There were five teenagers in the alley outside the back door of the gay bar next door. They looked about 18 or 19 and they whistled and cat-called at the sight of the big stud staggering helplessly, wearing nothing but tighty whities and a dazed look on his face...
“You know,” Steve said, as they led Jeff to the van. “He’s still pretty fucked up. Whattaya say we call those boys on over and see if they wanna have a little fun our Marine here?”
Eric laughed. “Dude, you’re wicked.” He looked over at the group of teens. They were staring, mouths open. Because they were underage they couldn’t get into any of the clubs so they had to stand around in the alleys outside, hoping to either sneak in or to somehow score. Tonight looked like it could be their lucky night. Eric called them over. “Hey guys!” he called out, gesturing for them to come over to where the van was parked. "Any one wanna take this stud here for a ride?"
The guys practically sprinted over. “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’, right?” one asked.
“Nope,” Eric replied, give the five youths a quick once-over. They were all pretty hot. “We just thought you guys’d like some dick and ass tonight.”
“Fuck yeah! What can we do?”
“Jeff here likes it up the ass and down the throat,” Steve said, pushing Jeff down to his hands and knees. He lowered his briefs down past his hips. “Well, he likes pretty much everything.”
“Is he drunk or something?” one of the teenagers asked.
“Or something,” Steve said.
“He looks pretty fucked up,” another guy said.
“And that’s a problem how?” his friend asked. “Shit, these guys are givin’ him to us. Don’t question it. Geez, you’re a dumbass.”
One by one the teenagers lowered their pants and underwear and surrounded Jeff.
“Have at him, boys!” Eric encouraged.
For the next half hour or so the five teen studlets teens assaulted Jeff's hunky body in every imaginable way. They fucked him in the ass and mouth, cumming in both his mouth and up his ass, as well as on his face and back. It’s amazing the amount of jizz the teen dick holds and just how far it can shoot. They also sucked Jeff’s dick and titties while Steve and Eric took turns keeping him dosed with the poppers. Finally Steve and Eric stepped in.
"Hate to stop things right when they're getting fun, guys, but Jeffy here has another appointment across town. But we can offer you some lovely parting gifts."
"Parting gifts?" one of the boys asked.
Eric pulled out the polaroid camera. "How about a shot with him?"
"Cool, man!" the kid said. And one by one each horny teenager posed with Jeff sitting on their laps, arms around each others’ shoulders, briefs down at his knees, and the shiny cockring keeping his dick erect.
Eric handed the polaroids around as Steve loaded the dazed hunk into the back of the van.
"Thanks man!" the teens all said, comparing their pictures, amazed that
they'd made it with such a stud like Jeff.
“Okay,” Steve said. “It’s time to get Jeff to his next stop. Eric. Why don’t you give Jeffy some juice? He looks thirsty.” He was referring to the bottle of spiked juice they’d left in the van.
“Oh, and guys,” Eric said, with an evil look in his eyes that only Steve recognized. “If you want, you can knock on the back door over there at Hot Stuff and ask for Shane. Tell him Steve and Eric said it was okay to let you in. There’s plenty of beer and shit and other stuff in there if you want.”
“Cool, thanks man!”
As Steve and Eric drove off, Eric dialed up Shane on his cell phone and told him what he’d just told the teens. “Oh,” he added. “Feel free to do whatever you want to them. They’re fuckin’ hot!”
“You are so bad,” Steve said, laughing. “I bet by the time we get back from dropping of Jeff we’ll have a couple more waiting for us.” He took a quick look behind him at Jeff. The drugged up hottie was slipping in and out of consciousness. Might as well let him rest. Where they were going he wasn’t going to get much.
“I’m gonna get Sam on the phone and let him know we’re on our way,” Eric said, dialing a number. He spoke a few words into the phone. “Okay,” he said, hanging up. “He’s expecting us in a few.”
Sam Taylor worked the front desk of the Easy Eight motel on Rosecrans. "Gotcha," he said, finishing his conversation with Eric and hanging up the phone. He watched and waited until he saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot and up to the office door. He watched as his friends slid open the side panel and headed toward the entrance. He looked inside the van and saw someone slumped on the floor. So... it was Amateur Night at Hot Stuff again. This wasn't the first time Eric and Steve had dropped off the "winner" at the motel. Sam had worked out an arrangement with them: he got to suck and fuck the leftovers all in exchange for playing dumb when the guy stumbled to the front desk the next morning, wondering where the hell he was. Sam had worked out several deals with several people during his two-year stint as the night clerk at the Easy Eight. Pimps and drug dealers loved him for his "look the other way" attitude and he was well paid for his troubles, both with money, women, men, and his choice of drugs. The guys from Hot Stuff were a nice bonus, though. He loved sneaking into their rooms, finding them all drugged up and completely unaware of their surroundings, and then fucking them again and again and again.
His favorite was a guy from about three months ago. Mark... shit! The guy was fuckin’ hot. Six foot two, light brown hair, built.... And the best part was, he ended up at Hot Stuff by accident! It was a Friday night and his friends had thrown him an early bachelor party at one of the strip clubs next door when, after downing several beers, he went to look for the bathroom, got lost and found himself outside and turned around. Steve and Eric heard him banging on the back door of Hot Stuff, drunk off his ass, looking for the men's room. They let him in and the rest was history. Steve and Eric showed him the restroom and, when he was finished, gave him a roofie-laced beer as they chatted him up. The rest was history. They dropped Mark off at Sam’s and Sam had thought he was so cute that he decided to keep him for the whole weekend. From what he could gather from Mark was just a good Christian boy out for one final fling before he took that long walk down the aisle. Please... what’s a good Christian boy doing at a strip club? Drunk, no less? Anyway, Sam didn’t care. He fed poor Mark enough drugs to keep him out of it until Sunday night. Unbeknownst to Mark, a new internet star was born. Everything from his drunken insistence that he was a good Christian boy to his pretty face getting fucked to his tight ass getting pounded had been filmed and posted on the net.
Eric and Steve walked through the front door. "Hey Sammy! How's it hanging?"
"No complaints here," Sam replied, grabbing his crotch. He took a key off a hook. "Room 27 okay?"
"Sounds good to me," Eric said, taking the key. He looked back toward the van. “He’s a pretty hot fucker. Total homophobe. Nice tight ass, too.”
“I hope you didn’t loosen it up too much,” Sam said.
Eric shook his head. "Oh, I wouldn’t worry about this guy. He’s tighter than shit. Big dick, nice ass... Former Marine. Name’s Jeff, but I’m sure you’ll be calling him much worse by the time you’re through!"
"A Marine, huh? My favorite," Sam said, licking his lips. He had been in the Marines himself briefly. He’d gotten kicked out just before graduation from Boot Camp. It was liberty day, the day before graduation when your friends and family are allowed on base to visit. Well, his drill instructor, a real hard ass, had caught Sam and a friend fucking his buddy in the bathroom of a restaurant at MCRD. He’d gotten a dishonorable discharge and the shit kicked out of him by his old man. That’s when he moved out and started his own “business.”
"Be careful," Eric warned. "He's gonna be coming around in a little while. He's a real devil dog."
"Don't worry," Sam replied. "I'm prepared."
"Oh, and leave this for him," Eric said, tossing a small manila envelope to Sam as he left. “It’s his winnings from tonight.”
"Got it," Sam said, catching the envelope. Eric reached into the van and pulled Jeff out. He led him into the office and to the front desk.
Sam looked at Jeff and did a double take. “No fuckin’ way!” he cried out.
“What?” Eric asked, fondling Jeff’s ass.
“No fuckin’ way,” Sam repeated. “That’s Sergeant Shelton, my drill instructor from Boot Camp! The fucker who got me kicked out!”
“Whoah, you sure?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, taking a closer look at the drugged up stud. His face was coated with so much cum that it looked like a glazed donut, his lips were slightly swollen (probably from sucking cock all night) and his eyes were half-closed and heavy-lidded, but it was definitely Sergeant Shelton. Sam’d recognize that face anywhere. He peered over the counter and caught a glimpse of the obscenely tented briefs. “Fuck! Merry Christmas to me! This shithead made my life a fuckin’ living hell for 13 weeks and then had me booted the day before I was supposed to graduate from Boot Camp. And this is your winner tonight? Sarge is as straight as they come!”
“And boy, can he cum!” Steve joked.
“He’s not really our winner,” Eric said, “’cause he never made it out to the dance stage. He came in late, already half in the bag, not really knowing what the hell he was doing. So, we gave him a coupla shots of Johnnie Walker, making sure one of them was spiked, and here he is. That ‘magic’ potion you gave us works like a charm. Jeffy here didn’t know what hit him!”
“Man… this is gonna be great!” Sam said, rubbing his hands together.
“Well, let me get him ready for you then,” Eric said, uncorking a bottle of poppers.
Sam watched in amazement as Eric thrust the poppers under his former drill instructor's nose. Jeff was so fucked up he didn’t even resist and took several deep snorts. With their victim sufficiently dazed and wobbling unsteadily, Eric lowered his underwear and tucked them under his leather-strapped balls. He then grasped his 10-inch boner and led him out of the office, across the parking lot, and to the room.
He emerged a few minutes later and went back to the office. “Oh, I put a new toy on him,” Eric said. “It’s a combination cockring/dildo, and best of all, the dildo vibrates by remote control.” He handed Sam a small device. “It’s all yours, pal.”
Eric and Steve left and Sam waited a few more minutes. He flipped a switch and the sign out front changed to "No Vacancy." He put a "Be Back Later" sign in the door and forwarded the motel's phone to the answering service. He unlocked his employee locker, grabbed a few items, and stuffed them into a gym bag. He reached for a small bottle of pills on the top shelf and popped two in his mouth. Viagra. He was already rock hard, but if he was gonna fuck the shit outta Sarge, he wanted his cock to be hard and ready for a long time.
Sam crossed the parking lot quickly and, carefully looking around, opened the door to Jeff's room and slid inside, hiding in the shadows. Jeff had dozed off a few minutes after Eric put him to bed and was now stirring. He moaned lowly as he awoke. He was lying on his back, no blankets or sheets covering him, dazed half out of his mind. Sam could see that Jeff’s briefs were tented with his erection and that his lips were slightly parted. He thought he detected a bit of drool. Or maybe it was cum.
Shit... Jeff looked good enough to eat, lying there in his cum-soaked white briefs. He was moaning more loudly now, like some cunt getting banged on prom night as his hands unconsciously roamed up and down his chest. He slowly opened and closed his eyes. His head was spinning and he couldn't gather his thoughts together. His eyes popped open again when he realized he wasn't in his room. He didn't know where he was, but he knew this wasn't his room. Where the hell was he? How did he get here? It was nearly pitch black in the room, the only light coming from a small bedside table. It glowed 3:22 am. He thought back to the night before. Shit... where was he? Oh yeah, now things were coming back. He'd gone to that club... Hot Stuff... around 8:45 or so the night before... but that was what... almost 8 hours earlier? Where did the time go? He thought again. The last thing he remembered clearly was having a drink with... what were there names? All he could remember was tossing back a couple of shots and then... nothing. Shit... did he really drink that much? Oh wait... he was remembering more. Everything was a haze. Oh fuck! It all started to come back to him in bits and pieces... down on all fours... naked... someone grabbing at his dick and slapping his balls... fingers up his ass... Shit... had he been raped?! He must've been so fuckin' hammered that the guys took advantage of him... But raped? Oh man! Raped!!! He remembered flashes of light and clicking noises... Was it a camera...!? Did the fuckers fuck him and take pictures!? Then there were those kids in the alley and a ride in a van... that stuff in the little brown bottle they kept shoving under his nose… what did they call it… poppers? Did they drug him? What the hell?
His lips felt swollen and his mouth hurt. There was a funny taste in his mouth... kind of salty... Shit... it was fuckin’ cum! He began to retch when he recalled what had happened to him. He had sucked dick! He winced at the thought of just how many dicks had been in his mouth that night and how many loads of scum had been dumped in his mouth. He must've been really drunk or drugged because he felt like shit. He raised a weary hand to his face and could feel the still-tacky spooge, like snot, all over his face and up his nose. It was even in his ears and in the corners of his eyes and his hair was still sticky with the drying stuff. He dragged himself to a sitting position and swung his feet over the side of the bed to the floor. He wanted to vomit. Anything would taste better than all the cum he had swallowed. Oh fuck, how did he get into this?
He managed to get to his feet and staggered the few steps to the bathroom. He could barely walk and had to hold onto the wall the hole way. Whatever they had given him had really worked a number on him. He couldn’t even see straight and had no idea that Sam was standing just a few feet away, watching him. He flicked on the light switch and squinted until his eyes became adjusted to the bright fluorescent lights. Fuck! It felt like someone had kicked the shit out of him. His ass ached, his dick and balls ached, shit... even his nipples ached! He touched a swollen red nipple. Ohhhh... it hurt but it felt kinda good! He moaned lowly as he unconsciously continued to rub at his nipple while looking in the mirror. Wait... something else was weird... His chest had been shaved! He looked down at his chest and then back in the mirror. There was a reddish-black mark on his neck. A fucking hickey! Damn! They gave him a hickey! Shit... his whole chest was covered with ‘em. What happened? He swooned. Man, he was really fucked him up.
He glanced down and saw his crotch. What the hell? His dick was sticking straight out, pushing his underwear out like a fucking tent. He pulled back the waistband and stared in horror. He was wearing a cockring! And it looked like it was hooked to something. He could feel something up his ass. What the hell? He lowered his briefs and saw the leather strap wrapped around his nut sack. Oh shit! They even shaved off all his dick hair! He hands flew to his ass... shaved clean. What were the chicks gonna say when they saw his bare dick, not to mention his ass and chest? Fuck! What were his buddies at the gym gonna say when they saw him? They'd laugh and think he did it purposely. They'd probably even call him a fag... tell everybody about it. His prick was throbbing and drooling and he winced gingerly as he tried to remove the strap. He finally got it off.
From his hiding place a few feet away, Sam hit the button on the remote control, activating the vibrating device in the dildo. He watched in awe as Jeff’s body twitched and his knees buckled at the sensations buzzing in his ass.
“Unnggg....ohhhhh....” Jeff moaned. What the fuck was that? He reached down and tried to undo the cockring.
Sam was in heaven. There was his former drill instructor, now a fucked out cunt. He had to have him. He silently pulled a poppers mask from his bag and crept toward the bathroom, careful not to make any noise. Jeff was preoccupied with trying to remove the cockring/dildo and didn't see Sam hovering in the shadows outside the bathroom door.
Jeff had finally removed the leather strap and was on the working on cockring/dildo when Sam gave it another buzz, snickering silently as he watched Jeff’s reactions. Jeff looked down at his dick. It was still hard. He touched it. He knees buckled again and he moaned loudly as his dick began to shoot a load of cum. It splashed against the mirror and the countertop. Jeff moaned out loud. It was sick and twisted and wrong, but he couldn't believe how good that just felt. He finally got the cockring off and the dildo out of his ass, cleaned himself up with a towel and had just pulled up his briefs back up when Sam pounced, clamping the poppers mask over Jeff's nose and mouth.
"Mmmpphhfff!" Jeff cried out, the sound muffled by the mask. Sam's breath was warm and sticky in Jeff's ear and on his neck as he whispered. "Don't fight it, Sarge. Come on… nice deep breaths. Come on… Oh yeah…" Jeff tried to struggle to free his arms, but Sam was holding him tightly, pinning him arms to his side. He could feel Jeff's body twitch and he felt himself go hard as the big Marine struggled in vain. "Mmmmpppphhh!!!! Mmmpphh!!" Jeff continued, the mask still in place, the poppers clouding his mind. His eyes began to fade and his fighting lessened.
“That’s a good boy, Sarge,” Sam said.
Sarge? Sarge? Jeff’s mind reeled as he tried to recall the voice.
“Oh yeah... you probably don’t remember me, but I remember you,” Sam said, his mouth grazing Jeff’s ear.
The masked covering Jeff’s face and mouth freely allowed the popper fumes to swirl about. The drugs he’d ingested earlier had weakened him so much that he was unable to resist. All he could do was inhale the poppers and slowly spin off into a drifting haze. He felt his head and limbs lighten. Against his will, he felt himself taking deeper breaths, inhaling more and more of the aroma. It was so comforting… just slipping away. His body crumpled back into Sam’s arms and he was aware of being dragged backward and laid out on a soft surface – the bed. The mask was no longer covering his face, but it didn’t matter. He was too far gone to put up any kind of resistance. He felt his briefs being tugged back down and a large hand grasp his cock and begin a slow, corkscrew motion on it. At the same time, two fingers slipped into his asshole and began a similar, corkscrew motion. Jeff moaned out loud at the dizzying sensations. His mind was still a whirr… but the feelings… The fingers in his ass were grazing his prostate, sending delicious signals to his drug-clouded mind and causing his dick to lurch and burp pre-cum.
Nice! They’d shaved him bare. He licked at Jeff's now hairless balls, lapping up the fresh jizz. He pulled Jeff's underwear all the way off and tossed them on the floor. He left Jeff lying on the bed groaning and writhing while he grabbed his bag, taking out a pair of leather cuffs and fastening them to Jeff's wrists. They had hooks on them that he could clip to chains he’d previously installed on the bedposts. He put a pillow under Jeff’s ass. Mmmm... he was gonna have nice easy access to that nice ass of his! He grabbed his bag and pulled out condoms, KY, more poppers and placed them on the bedside table. Finally he took out a penis-shaped bottle he had filled with a syrupy concoction laced with the drug Steve and Eric had used on Jeff earlier in the evening. Poor Sarge was gonna feel totally horny and helpless all at the same time. Even better, the drug would fuck with his mind and make him think he liked it. The next day he would hate himself of course, but tonight he was just gonna be a fucked out twat.
Sam got off on working over straight guys and he especially got off on having it all in living color. He took a digital video camera and tripod from the bag and set it up. Then he got back on the bed, reached into his bag and pulled out a fresh pair of white briefs. He pulled them up Jeff's long muscular legs and over his tight ass and dick. He placed the dazed man onto his lap and softly stroked his crotch, waiting for him to snap out of his dream state.
"Mmnnnuuhhh... ohhhhnnn..." Jeff moaned. He tried to move his arms and realized he was bound. "Hey, whthus goin on?" he mumbled.
"Too much poppers? Did you pass out there for a second, Sarge?" he asked, whispering lowly in his ear. Jeff turned his head and looked into Jeff's eyes. He blinked a few times, as if his mind was sorting through old photos... suddenly there was recognition and Jeff's eyes widened. Sam smiled. "You didn't think tonight was over, did you?" He ran his hand softly up Jeff's leg to his inner thigh and as Jeff opened his mouth to protest, Sam shoved in his cum-soiled briefs.
"Mmmpphh!!" He tried to pull away, straining at his bonds. The muscles in his arms bulged has he struggled.
Sam spread Jeff's legs a bit more and cupped his bulge. He fondled it a bit and felt him getting hard. "What's this? You likin' this Sarge? You a faggot? Because you’re gettin’ all hard."
"Unnnn... mmmmm..." Jeff moaned through his gag as Sam continued to lightly tickle his inner thighs and softly stroke his ball sack. "Mmmmm... uuunnhhhh... oooohhh." Despite all he had been through just hours before, his body was only remembering the pleasure.
"Oh yeah, you like this, don't you," he whispered, his face next to his. He rubbed his crotch and ran the other over Jeff's erect nipples.
Jeff came to his senses and shook his head violently. He was sputtering through his gag and finally managed to spit it out. "No... get off mee, you fuckin' fag!"
"Ohhh," Sam cooed softly, "you just need to get in the mood." While still keeping up his massage on Jeff's crotch, he reached over and grabbed the poppers mask and put it over Jeff’s face. “Here you go. Now you’ll feel all better."
Jeff took a breath and threw his head back as the familiar aroma invaded his nostril. He took another breath. "Uhhnnnn... ohhhhh." His head lolled back and his shoulders slumped. Sam kept the mask on until Jeff was completely out of it. Then he lifted his head and gave him another long hit in each nostril. He leaned in and ran his tongue over Jeff's hard nipples. He nibbled at them. "Uhhhnnnn..."
"Yeah, that's it," he said. “You like these.” He worked his long index finger between Jeff’s lips and into his mouth. He slid it back and forth and as soon as he felt Jeff's mouth react, he replaced the finger with the dick-shaped bottle of drugged juice.
As Jeff slowly began to suckle on the dick-shaped bottle, slurping down its drugged contents, Sam reached out and pinched at Jeff's nipples. Jeff moaned but continued to greedily nurse, both hands wrapped around the shaft of the bottle.
"That's a good boy, Sarge," he cooed, sliding the cock-shaped bottle in and out of Jeff’s bottle like a fat dick. "Suck it all down... I'm gonna teach you a few things tonight." He was planning to make Jeff beg him to fuck him. He pulled the bottle from Jeff's mouth. That was about enough to get him started. Jeff reached out with both hands to grab for the bottle and as he did, Sam chained the leather cuff on each wrist to a hook on the headboard and then shoved the soiled briefs back into his mouth.
"There you go, you Devil Dog!" he said once he had Jeff tied down. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. Within seconds he was stripped down to his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He straddled his captive stud. He squirted some KY onto his index finger, reached into the leg opening of Jeff's briefs, and slowly massaged his ass pucker. The pounding his ass had taken earlier had loosened up his sphincter muscles and it wasn't long before Sam was able to work three fingers into Jeff's ass. Sam slipped Jeff's underwear off and Jeff's hips thrust upward and his cock lurched. "Mmmm... nnnhhhhh... ohhhhh..."
Sam slid his fingers in and out of Jeff's butt. Back and forth, back and forth. He found the big man's prostate and frigged it. Jeff flopped around like a fish out of water.
"If I take off your gag do you promise not to scream?"
The horny stud nodded yes. Keeping a finger probing Jeff's ass, Sam removed the gag.
"I gotta cum. Pllleeaassee.... You gotta get me off...."
"Shhh... ssshhhh..." Sam whispered, putting his fingers to Jeff's lips. "You don't want everybody in the place to hear you getting made like this, do you?" Jeff shook his head.
With his finger still buried in Jeff's ass, Sam grasped his dick with the other. It was like a tent pole, sticking straight up, glistening with pre-cum. Sam ran his thumb over up the sticky shaft to the tip, wetting it completely with his sap. He did this slowly and deliberately, knowing it was causing intense feelings.
"Uhnn! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!!" Jeff cried out, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible. Sam continued fingering and bent his face over Jeff's cock. He flicked his tongue lightly at the head. Jeff went wild.
"Ohh... man... you gotta get me off man," he whispered again hoarsely.
"Oh, I'll get you off. But you have to ask. You have to BEG." He started to jerk Jeff's dick, roiling the big palm of his hand over the cock tip, the rough skin of his hand chafing and irritating the soft sensitive dick head.
"Mmmmmm... oohhhh..." Jeff whimpered, his body wracking with spasms.
"Is this what you want?" Sam hissed lowly, roiling his cupped palm over the sticky cock head.
"Ooooooo... ohhhhh... yessss... yesss... ohhhh... man, do it! Do it!"
"Do you want it?" he asked again, speeding up his cock play.
"Yes! Yes! You gotta let me cummm..! Pleeeeaasseeeeeee..... unnnnhhhh..."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked. Jeff nodded. “Ask me to fuck you. And say please.”
Jeff nodded his head wildly. “PLEASE!!!! Please get me off!” Sam pulled his finger from Jeff's ass and grabbed the poppers mask. He put it over Jeff’s face and instructed him to take a deep breath. He didn't have to ask twice. Jeff took several deep breaths and when he was completely high again, Sam removed the mask. He opened Jeff's slack mouth, aimed his big dick at the gaping opening and gave him a few more jerks.
Suddenly Jeff's body arched and he pulled at his bonds. “Uhhhnnnn!!!!" His nuts tightened and his dick convulsed. Streams of his own cum began to shoot from the tip of his dick right into his open mouth. Some missed his mouth and got in his nose and on his chin. When his thrusting abated Sam softly stroked the side of his face.
"Swallow now. Swallow," he coaxed, closing Jeff's mouth and stroking his throat. "Be a good boy and swallow." Jeff obeyed, too buzzed to be aware that he was eating his own cum. "You missed some on your lips, buddy," Sam said. Jeff flicked his tongue out and cleaned up the remaining cum.
Sam put the dick bottle to Jeff's lips and coaxed him to drink. As he sucked down the contents, Sam cuffed his ankles with two leather straps and looped lengths of cord through the metal rings on the cuffs and through two small pulleys that had been on the headboard. He yanked at the ropes and Jeff's legs were pulled up and over his head, exposing his naked ass.
He lifted Jeff's heavy nut sack out of the way and buried his nose in Jeff's ass. His tongue snaked in out and licked at the shiny pink hole.
"Ohhh... unnhhh..." Jeff moaned as he arched his body and pulled at his restraints. The tongue swirling in his ass was sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Oh, gawwwddd.... mmmmm..."
Sam looked up, past Jeff's erect dick. "You want me to fuck you, Sarge?"
"No, no," Jeff insisted, shaking his head violently. He was buzzed from the drugs but he still didn't want to get fucked.
Sam handed the nearly empty dick bottle back to Jeff and watched him wrap his sexy lips around the nipple and suckle, emptying the contents. He dove back down and for the next hour he worked the fucking stud's hot hole over and over again. He alternated tonguing his ass and inserting up to three fingers at once in it. All the while he masturbated Jeff's flagpole cock and plucked at his raw titties. He took him to the edge of orgasm several times, pausing every few minutes to ask the same question. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Each time he asked Jeff refused, but Sam knew it was only a matter of time. He took individual bottles of poppers and put them to Jeff's nose and let him inhale deeply. One hand was wrapped around Jeff's rigid cock, with his rough thumb running over the over-stimulated mushroom head, and the index finger of his other hand jammed firmly up his ass, nudging at his prostate.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Sam asked again, his voice low and raspy.
Jeff still wouldn’t relent. Something in him wouldn’t allow it. “No... no...”
Sam could see that he wouldn’t break Jeff tonight. "Well, Sarge," he said, “whether you want it or not, you’re going to get it.” And with that, Sam grabbed a condom from the night table, put it on and thrust his hard, rigid dick into Jeff’s ass.
Jeff screamed but Sam gagged him with his dirty briefs once again, muffling any noise.
“Oh, come on you little cock whore,” Sam said. “You’ve been getting fucked and sucked all night. What’s the big deal now?
Sam continued to pound his hard cock into Jeff’s pussy as the former Marine drill instructor moaned and writhed. His hips were bucking as he Sam sped up his thrusts. Jeff began to cum and there were more muffled cries as stream after stream of fuck swill shot out of his cock like cannon fire. Up his chest, on his face and over his shoulders. Jeff's orgasm subsided but Sam, still juiced up, continued to fuck and fuck and fuck. Jeff writhed and moaned as his sensitive fuck nut was dinged, but being tied up, there was little he could do but put up with Sam’s incessant banging.
After half and hour of constant fucking, courtesy of Viagra, it looked like Jeff had passed out, but to be sure Sam wet a rag with some chloroform from his and held it to Jeff’s nose. "Uhhhnnn... noooo...." Jeff moaned, his eyes fluttering. Then he was out.
Sam got dressed and unbound Jeff. After taking several pictures he slipped Jeff's briefs back on. He took more pictures. And more pictures. Then he packed up all his gear. He was about to leave the room when he remembered the envelope Eric had given him. He took it from the bag and was going to place it on the bedside table like he usually did when an idea flashed in his mind. He tore it open and withdrew the prize money. He rolled it tightly into a tube and wedged it up Jeff's asshole. He gave the passed out stud a long kiss on the mouth and then another on the neck, being sure to leave another hickey. He covered him with a sheet, kissed his forehead and, taking his bag, left the room.
A dull pain in his ass woke Jeff from his chloroform-induced sleep. He looked around. The digital clock on the nightstand displayed 10:27 am. He reached up and flicked on the lamp on the nightstand, squinting as the light blinded him for a minute. When he became accustomed to it he opened his eyes wider and looked around him.
His clothes were strewn haphazardly on a chair. He crawled out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he looked in the mirror. His nipples were red and raw and his lips were slightly swollen. He was wearing his briefs but they were sticky and soaked through with drying cum. He turned to go back to bed and stopped. He wasn’t in his room... then he remembered last night... oh fuckin’ shit! The throbbing in his ass returned. He reached down the back of his briefs and felt a thick wad of paper. It was inserted in his ass.
He gingerly slid it out and was about to drop it on the floor when he recognized a twenty-dollar bill. There were several of them, along with a few fifties and a couple of hundreds. They had been rolled up and shoved up his asshole. He counted the money. There was $2000.00 and a note that said “Congratulations!”
Last time on "Amateur Night"...
They gathered up Jeff's clothes and shoes and led him out through the back door and into the parking lot where a van was waiting. There were five teenagers in the alley outside the back door of the gay bar next door. They looked about 18 or 19 and they whistled and cat-called at the sight of the big stud staggering helplessly, wearing nothing but tighty whities and a dazed look on his face...
“You know,” Steve said, as they led Jeff to the van. “He’s still pretty fucked up. Whattaya say we call those boys on over and see if they wanna have a little fun our Marine here?”
Eric laughed. “Dude, you’re wicked.” He looked over at the group of teens. They were staring, mouths open. Because they were underage they couldn’t get into any of the clubs so they had to stand around in the alleys outside, hoping to either sneak in or to somehow score. Tonight looked like it could be their lucky night. Eric called them over. “Hey guys!” he called out, gesturing for them to come over to where the van was parked. "Any one wanna take this stud here for a ride?"
The guys practically sprinted over. “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’, right?” one asked.
“Nope,” Eric replied, give the five youths a quick once-over. They were all pretty hot. “We just thought you guys’d like some dick and ass tonight.”
“Fuck yeah! What can we do?”
“Jeff here likes it up the ass and down the throat,” Steve said, pushing Jeff down to his hands and knees. He lowered his briefs down past his hips. “Well, he likes pretty much everything.”
“Is he drunk or something?” one of the teenagers asked.
“Or something,” Steve said.
“He looks pretty fucked up,” another guy said.
“And that’s a problem how?” his friend asked. “Shit, these guys are givin’ him to us. Don’t question it. Geez, you’re a dumbass.”
One by one the teenagers lowered their pants and underwear and surrounded Jeff.
“Have at him, boys!” Eric encouraged.
For the next half hour or so the five teen studlets teens assaulted Jeff's hunky body in every imaginable way. They fucked him in the ass and mouth, cumming in both his mouth and up his ass, as well as on his face and back. It’s amazing the amount of jizz the teen dick holds and just how far it can shoot. They also sucked Jeff’s dick and titties while Steve and Eric took turns keeping him dosed with the poppers. Finally Steve and Eric stepped in.
"Hate to stop things right when they're getting fun, guys, but Jeffy here has another appointment across town. But we can offer you some lovely parting gifts."
"Parting gifts?" one of the boys asked.
Eric pulled out the polaroid camera. "How about a shot with him?"
"Cool, man!" the kid said. And one by one each horny teenager posed with Jeff sitting on their laps, arms around each others’ shoulders, briefs down at his knees, and the shiny cockring keeping his dick erect.
Eric handed the polaroids around as Steve loaded the dazed hunk into the back of the van.
"Thanks man!" the teens all said, comparing their pictures, amazed that
they'd made it with such a stud like Jeff.
“Okay,” Steve said. “It’s time to get Jeff to his next stop. Eric. Why don’t you give Jeffy some juice? He looks thirsty.” He was referring to the bottle of spiked juice they’d left in the van.
“Oh, and guys,” Eric said, with an evil look in his eyes that only Steve recognized. “If you want, you can knock on the back door over there at Hot Stuff and ask for Shane. Tell him Steve and Eric said it was okay to let you in. There’s plenty of beer and shit and other stuff in there if you want.”
“Cool, thanks man!”
As Steve and Eric drove off, Eric dialed up Shane on his cell phone and told him what he’d just told the teens. “Oh,” he added. “Feel free to do whatever you want to them. They’re fuckin’ hot!”
“You are so bad,” Steve said, laughing. “I bet by the time we get back from dropping of Jeff we’ll have a couple more waiting for us.” He took a quick look behind him at Jeff. The drugged up hottie was slipping in and out of consciousness. Might as well let him rest. Where they were going he wasn’t going to get much.
“I’m gonna get Sam on the phone and let him know we’re on our way,” Eric said, dialing a number. He spoke a few words into the phone. “Okay,” he said, hanging up. “He’s expecting us in a few.”
Sam Taylor worked the front desk of the Easy Eight motel on Rosecrans. "Gotcha," he said, finishing his conversation with Eric and hanging up the phone. He watched and waited until he saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot and up to the office door. He watched as his friends slid open the side panel and headed toward the entrance. He looked inside the van and saw someone slumped on the floor. So... it was Amateur Night at Hot Stuff again. This wasn't the first time Eric and Steve had dropped off the "winner" at the motel. Sam had worked out an arrangement with them: he got to suck and fuck the leftovers all in exchange for playing dumb when the guy stumbled to the front desk the next morning, wondering where the hell he was. Sam had worked out several deals with several people during his two-year stint as the night clerk at the Easy Eight. Pimps and drug dealers loved him for his "look the other way" attitude and he was well paid for his troubles, both with money, women, men, and his choice of drugs. The guys from Hot Stuff were a nice bonus, though. He loved sneaking into their rooms, finding them all drugged up and completely unaware of their surroundings, and then fucking them again and again and again.
His favorite was a guy from about three months ago. Mark... shit! The guy was fuckin’ hot. Six foot two, light brown hair, built.... And the best part was, he ended up at Hot Stuff by accident! It was a Friday night and his friends had thrown him an early bachelor party at one of the strip clubs next door when, after downing several beers, he went to look for the bathroom, got lost and found himself outside and turned around. Steve and Eric heard him banging on the back door of Hot Stuff, drunk off his ass, looking for the men's room. They let him in and the rest was history. Steve and Eric showed him the restroom and, when he was finished, gave him a roofie-laced beer as they chatted him up. The rest was history. They dropped Mark off at Sam’s and Sam had thought he was so cute that he decided to keep him for the whole weekend. From what he could gather from Mark was just a good Christian boy out for one final fling before he took that long walk down the aisle. Please... what’s a good Christian boy doing at a strip club? Drunk, no less? Anyway, Sam didn’t care. He fed poor Mark enough drugs to keep him out of it until Sunday night. Unbeknownst to Mark, a new internet star was born. Everything from his drunken insistence that he was a good Christian boy to his pretty face getting fucked to his tight ass getting pounded had been filmed and posted on the net.
Eric and Steve walked through the front door. "Hey Sammy! How's it hanging?"
"No complaints here," Sam replied, grabbing his crotch. He took a key off a hook. "Room 27 okay?"
"Sounds good to me," Eric said, taking the key. He looked back toward the van. “He’s a pretty hot fucker. Total homophobe. Nice tight ass, too.”
“I hope you didn’t loosen it up too much,” Sam said.
Eric shook his head. "Oh, I wouldn’t worry about this guy. He’s tighter than shit. Big dick, nice ass... Former Marine. Name’s Jeff, but I’m sure you’ll be calling him much worse by the time you’re through!"
"A Marine, huh? My favorite," Sam said, licking his lips. He had been in the Marines himself briefly. He’d gotten kicked out just before graduation from Boot Camp. It was liberty day, the day before graduation when your friends and family are allowed on base to visit. Well, his drill instructor, a real hard ass, had caught Sam and a friend fucking his buddy in the bathroom of a restaurant at MCRD. He’d gotten a dishonorable discharge and the shit kicked out of him by his old man. That’s when he moved out and started his own “business.”
"Be careful," Eric warned. "He's gonna be coming around in a little while. He's a real devil dog."
"Don't worry," Sam replied. "I'm prepared."
"Oh, and leave this for him," Eric said, tossing a small manila envelope to Sam as he left. “It’s his winnings from tonight.”
"Got it," Sam said, catching the envelope. Eric reached into the van and pulled Jeff out. He led him into the office and to the front desk.
Sam looked at Jeff and did a double take. “No fuckin’ way!” he cried out.
“What?” Eric asked, fondling Jeff’s ass.
“No fuckin’ way,” Sam repeated. “That’s Sergeant Shelton, my drill instructor from Boot Camp! The fucker who got me kicked out!”
“Whoah, you sure?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, taking a closer look at the drugged up stud. His face was coated with so much cum that it looked like a glazed donut, his lips were slightly swollen (probably from sucking cock all night) and his eyes were half-closed and heavy-lidded, but it was definitely Sergeant Shelton. Sam’d recognize that face anywhere. He peered over the counter and caught a glimpse of the obscenely tented briefs. “Fuck! Merry Christmas to me! This shithead made my life a fuckin’ living hell for 13 weeks and then had me booted the day before I was supposed to graduate from Boot Camp. And this is your winner tonight? Sarge is as straight as they come!”
“And boy, can he cum!” Steve joked.
“He’s not really our winner,” Eric said, “’cause he never made it out to the dance stage. He came in late, already half in the bag, not really knowing what the hell he was doing. So, we gave him a coupla shots of Johnnie Walker, making sure one of them was spiked, and here he is. That ‘magic’ potion you gave us works like a charm. Jeffy here didn’t know what hit him!”
“Man… this is gonna be great!” Sam said, rubbing his hands together.
“Well, let me get him ready for you then,” Eric said, uncorking a bottle of poppers.
Sam watched in amazement as Eric thrust the poppers under his former drill instructor's nose. Jeff was so fucked up he didn’t even resist and took several deep snorts. With their victim sufficiently dazed and wobbling unsteadily, Eric lowered his underwear and tucked them under his leather-strapped balls. He then grasped his 10-inch boner and led him out of the office, across the parking lot, and to the room.
He emerged a few minutes later and went back to the office. “Oh, I put a new toy on him,” Eric said. “It’s a combination cockring/dildo, and best of all, the dildo vibrates by remote control.” He handed Sam a small device. “It’s all yours, pal.”
Eric and Steve left and Sam waited a few more minutes. He flipped a switch and the sign out front changed to "No Vacancy." He put a "Be Back Later" sign in the door and forwarded the motel's phone to the answering service. He unlocked his employee locker, grabbed a few items, and stuffed them into a gym bag. He reached for a small bottle of pills on the top shelf and popped two in his mouth. Viagra. He was already rock hard, but if he was gonna fuck the shit outta Sarge, he wanted his cock to be hard and ready for a long time.
Sam crossed the parking lot quickly and, carefully looking around, opened the door to Jeff's room and slid inside, hiding in the shadows. Jeff had dozed off a few minutes after Eric put him to bed and was now stirring. He moaned lowly as he awoke. He was lying on his back, no blankets or sheets covering him, dazed half out of his mind. Sam could see that Jeff’s briefs were tented with his erection and that his lips were slightly parted. He thought he detected a bit of drool. Or maybe it was cum.
Shit... Jeff looked good enough to eat, lying there in his cum-soaked white briefs. He was moaning more loudly now, like some cunt getting banged on prom night as his hands unconsciously roamed up and down his chest. He slowly opened and closed his eyes. His head was spinning and he couldn't gather his thoughts together. His eyes popped open again when he realized he wasn't in his room. He didn't know where he was, but he knew this wasn't his room. Where the hell was he? How did he get here? It was nearly pitch black in the room, the only light coming from a small bedside table. It glowed 3:22 am. He thought back to the night before. Shit... where was he? Oh yeah, now things were coming back. He'd gone to that club... Hot Stuff... around 8:45 or so the night before... but that was what... almost 8 hours earlier? Where did the time go? He thought again. The last thing he remembered clearly was having a drink with... what were there names? All he could remember was tossing back a couple of shots and then... nothing. Shit... did he really drink that much? Oh wait... he was remembering more. Everything was a haze. Oh fuck! It all started to come back to him in bits and pieces... down on all fours... naked... someone grabbing at his dick and slapping his balls... fingers up his ass... Shit... had he been raped?! He must've been so fuckin' hammered that the guys took advantage of him... But raped? Oh man! Raped!!! He remembered flashes of light and clicking noises... Was it a camera...!? Did the fuckers fuck him and take pictures!? Then there were those kids in the alley and a ride in a van... that stuff in the little brown bottle they kept shoving under his nose… what did they call it… poppers? Did they drug him? What the hell?
His lips felt swollen and his mouth hurt. There was a funny taste in his mouth... kind of salty... Shit... it was fuckin’ cum! He began to retch when he recalled what had happened to him. He had sucked dick! He winced at the thought of just how many dicks had been in his mouth that night and how many loads of scum had been dumped in his mouth. He must've been really drunk or drugged because he felt like shit. He raised a weary hand to his face and could feel the still-tacky spooge, like snot, all over his face and up his nose. It was even in his ears and in the corners of his eyes and his hair was still sticky with the drying stuff. He dragged himself to a sitting position and swung his feet over the side of the bed to the floor. He wanted to vomit. Anything would taste better than all the cum he had swallowed. Oh fuck, how did he get into this?
He managed to get to his feet and staggered the few steps to the bathroom. He could barely walk and had to hold onto the wall the hole way. Whatever they had given him had really worked a number on him. He couldn’t even see straight and had no idea that Sam was standing just a few feet away, watching him. He flicked on the light switch and squinted until his eyes became adjusted to the bright fluorescent lights. Fuck! It felt like someone had kicked the shit out of him. His ass ached, his dick and balls ached, shit... even his nipples ached! He touched a swollen red nipple. Ohhhh... it hurt but it felt kinda good! He moaned lowly as he unconsciously continued to rub at his nipple while looking in the mirror. Wait... something else was weird... His chest had been shaved! He looked down at his chest and then back in the mirror. There was a reddish-black mark on his neck. A fucking hickey! Damn! They gave him a hickey! Shit... his whole chest was covered with ‘em. What happened? He swooned. Man, he was really fucked him up.
He glanced down and saw his crotch. What the hell? His dick was sticking straight out, pushing his underwear out like a fucking tent. He pulled back the waistband and stared in horror. He was wearing a cockring! And it looked like it was hooked to something. He could feel something up his ass. What the hell? He lowered his briefs and saw the leather strap wrapped around his nut sack. Oh shit! They even shaved off all his dick hair! He hands flew to his ass... shaved clean. What were the chicks gonna say when they saw his bare dick, not to mention his ass and chest? Fuck! What were his buddies at the gym gonna say when they saw him? They'd laugh and think he did it purposely. They'd probably even call him a fag... tell everybody about it. His prick was throbbing and drooling and he winced gingerly as he tried to remove the strap. He finally got it off.
From his hiding place a few feet away, Sam hit the button on the remote control, activating the vibrating device in the dildo. He watched in awe as Jeff’s body twitched and his knees buckled at the sensations buzzing in his ass.
“Unnggg....ohhhhh....” Jeff moaned. What the fuck was that? He reached down and tried to undo the cockring.
Sam was in heaven. There was his former drill instructor, now a fucked out cunt. He had to have him. He silently pulled a poppers mask from his bag and crept toward the bathroom, careful not to make any noise. Jeff was preoccupied with trying to remove the cockring/dildo and didn't see Sam hovering in the shadows outside the bathroom door.
Jeff had finally removed the leather strap and was on the working on cockring/dildo when Sam gave it another buzz, snickering silently as he watched Jeff’s reactions. Jeff looked down at his dick. It was still hard. He touched it. He knees buckled again and he moaned loudly as his dick began to shoot a load of cum. It splashed against the mirror and the countertop. Jeff moaned out loud. It was sick and twisted and wrong, but he couldn't believe how good that just felt. He finally got the cockring off and the dildo out of his ass, cleaned himself up with a towel and had just pulled up his briefs back up when Sam pounced, clamping the poppers mask over Jeff's nose and mouth.
"Mmmpphhfff!" Jeff cried out, the sound muffled by the mask. Sam's breath was warm and sticky in Jeff's ear and on his neck as he whispered. "Don't fight it, Sarge. Come on… nice deep breaths. Come on… Oh yeah…" Jeff tried to struggle to free his arms, but Sam was holding him tightly, pinning him arms to his side. He could feel Jeff's body twitch and he felt himself go hard as the big Marine struggled in vain. "Mmmmpppphhh!!!! Mmmpphh!!" Jeff continued, the mask still in place, the poppers clouding his mind. His eyes began to fade and his fighting lessened.
“That’s a good boy, Sarge,” Sam said.
Sarge? Sarge? Jeff’s mind reeled as he tried to recall the voice.
“Oh yeah... you probably don’t remember me, but I remember you,” Sam said, his mouth grazing Jeff’s ear.
The masked covering Jeff’s face and mouth freely allowed the popper fumes to swirl about. The drugs he’d ingested earlier had weakened him so much that he was unable to resist. All he could do was inhale the poppers and slowly spin off into a drifting haze. He felt his head and limbs lighten. Against his will, he felt himself taking deeper breaths, inhaling more and more of the aroma. It was so comforting… just slipping away. His body crumpled back into Sam’s arms and he was aware of being dragged backward and laid out on a soft surface – the bed. The mask was no longer covering his face, but it didn’t matter. He was too far gone to put up any kind of resistance. He felt his briefs being tugged back down and a large hand grasp his cock and begin a slow, corkscrew motion on it. At the same time, two fingers slipped into his asshole and began a similar, corkscrew motion. Jeff moaned out loud at the dizzying sensations. His mind was still a whirr… but the feelings… The fingers in his ass were grazing his prostate, sending delicious signals to his drug-clouded mind and causing his dick to lurch and burp pre-cum.
Nice! They’d shaved him bare. He licked at Jeff's now hairless balls, lapping up the fresh jizz. He pulled Jeff's underwear all the way off and tossed them on the floor. He left Jeff lying on the bed groaning and writhing while he grabbed his bag, taking out a pair of leather cuffs and fastening them to Jeff's wrists. They had hooks on them that he could clip to chains he’d previously installed on the bedposts. He put a pillow under Jeff’s ass. Mmmm... he was gonna have nice easy access to that nice ass of his! He grabbed his bag and pulled out condoms, KY, more poppers and placed them on the bedside table. Finally he took out a penis-shaped bottle he had filled with a syrupy concoction laced with the drug Steve and Eric had used on Jeff earlier in the evening. Poor Sarge was gonna feel totally horny and helpless all at the same time. Even better, the drug would fuck with his mind and make him think he liked it. The next day he would hate himself of course, but tonight he was just gonna be a fucked out twat.
Sam got off on working over straight guys and he especially got off on having it all in living color. He took a digital video camera and tripod from the bag and set it up. Then he got back on the bed, reached into his bag and pulled out a fresh pair of white briefs. He pulled them up Jeff's long muscular legs and over his tight ass and dick. He placed the dazed man onto his lap and softly stroked his crotch, waiting for him to snap out of his dream state.
"Mmnnnuuhhh... ohhhhnnn..." Jeff moaned. He tried to move his arms and realized he was bound. "Hey, whthus goin on?" he mumbled.
"Too much poppers? Did you pass out there for a second, Sarge?" he asked, whispering lowly in his ear. Jeff turned his head and looked into Jeff's eyes. He blinked a few times, as if his mind was sorting through old photos... suddenly there was recognition and Jeff's eyes widened. Sam smiled. "You didn't think tonight was over, did you?" He ran his hand softly up Jeff's leg to his inner thigh and as Jeff opened his mouth to protest, Sam shoved in his cum-soiled briefs.
"Mmmpphh!!" He tried to pull away, straining at his bonds. The muscles in his arms bulged has he struggled.
Sam spread Jeff's legs a bit more and cupped his bulge. He fondled it a bit and felt him getting hard. "What's this? You likin' this Sarge? You a faggot? Because you’re gettin’ all hard."
"Unnnn... mmmmm..." Jeff moaned through his gag as Sam continued to lightly tickle his inner thighs and softly stroke his ball sack. "Mmmmm... uuunnhhhh... oooohhh." Despite all he had been through just hours before, his body was only remembering the pleasure.
"Oh yeah, you like this, don't you," he whispered, his face next to his. He rubbed his crotch and ran the other over Jeff's erect nipples.
Jeff came to his senses and shook his head violently. He was sputtering through his gag and finally managed to spit it out. "No... get off mee, you fuckin' fag!"
"Ohhh," Sam cooed softly, "you just need to get in the mood." While still keeping up his massage on Jeff's crotch, he reached over and grabbed the poppers mask and put it over Jeff’s face. “Here you go. Now you’ll feel all better."
Jeff took a breath and threw his head back as the familiar aroma invaded his nostril. He took another breath. "Uhhnnnn... ohhhhh." His head lolled back and his shoulders slumped. Sam kept the mask on until Jeff was completely out of it. Then he lifted his head and gave him another long hit in each nostril. He leaned in and ran his tongue over Jeff's hard nipples. He nibbled at them. "Uhhhnnnn..."
"Yeah, that's it," he said. “You like these.” He worked his long index finger between Jeff’s lips and into his mouth. He slid it back and forth and as soon as he felt Jeff's mouth react, he replaced the finger with the dick-shaped bottle of drugged juice.
As Jeff slowly began to suckle on the dick-shaped bottle, slurping down its drugged contents, Sam reached out and pinched at Jeff's nipples. Jeff moaned but continued to greedily nurse, both hands wrapped around the shaft of the bottle.
"That's a good boy, Sarge," he cooed, sliding the cock-shaped bottle in and out of Jeff’s bottle like a fat dick. "Suck it all down... I'm gonna teach you a few things tonight." He was planning to make Jeff beg him to fuck him. He pulled the bottle from Jeff's mouth. That was about enough to get him started. Jeff reached out with both hands to grab for the bottle and as he did, Sam chained the leather cuff on each wrist to a hook on the headboard and then shoved the soiled briefs back into his mouth.
"There you go, you Devil Dog!" he said once he had Jeff tied down. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. Within seconds he was stripped down to his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He straddled his captive stud. He squirted some KY onto his index finger, reached into the leg opening of Jeff's briefs, and slowly massaged his ass pucker. The pounding his ass had taken earlier had loosened up his sphincter muscles and it wasn't long before Sam was able to work three fingers into Jeff's ass. Sam slipped Jeff's underwear off and Jeff's hips thrust upward and his cock lurched. "Mmmm... nnnhhhhh... ohhhhh..."
Sam slid his fingers in and out of Jeff's butt. Back and forth, back and forth. He found the big man's prostate and frigged it. Jeff flopped around like a fish out of water.
"If I take off your gag do you promise not to scream?"
The horny stud nodded yes. Keeping a finger probing Jeff's ass, Sam removed the gag.
"I gotta cum. Pllleeaassee.... You gotta get me off...."
"Shhh... ssshhhh..." Sam whispered, putting his fingers to Jeff's lips. "You don't want everybody in the place to hear you getting made like this, do you?" Jeff shook his head.
With his finger still buried in Jeff's ass, Sam grasped his dick with the other. It was like a tent pole, sticking straight up, glistening with pre-cum. Sam ran his thumb over up the sticky shaft to the tip, wetting it completely with his sap. He did this slowly and deliberately, knowing it was causing intense feelings.
"Uhnn! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!!" Jeff cried out, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible. Sam continued fingering and bent his face over Jeff's cock. He flicked his tongue lightly at the head. Jeff went wild.
"Ohh... man... you gotta get me off man," he whispered again hoarsely.
"Oh, I'll get you off. But you have to ask. You have to BEG." He started to jerk Jeff's dick, roiling the big palm of his hand over the cock tip, the rough skin of his hand chafing and irritating the soft sensitive dick head.
"Mmmmmm... oohhhh..." Jeff whimpered, his body wracking with spasms.
"Is this what you want?" Sam hissed lowly, roiling his cupped palm over the sticky cock head.
"Ooooooo... ohhhhh... yessss... yesss... ohhhh... man, do it! Do it!"
"Do you want it?" he asked again, speeding up his cock play.
"Yes! Yes! You gotta let me cummm..! Pleeeeaasseeeeeee..... unnnnhhhh..."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked. Jeff nodded. “Ask me to fuck you. And say please.”
Jeff nodded his head wildly. “PLEASE!!!! Please get me off!” Sam pulled his finger from Jeff's ass and grabbed the poppers mask. He put it over Jeff’s face and instructed him to take a deep breath. He didn't have to ask twice. Jeff took several deep breaths and when he was completely high again, Sam removed the mask. He opened Jeff's slack mouth, aimed his big dick at the gaping opening and gave him a few more jerks.
Suddenly Jeff's body arched and he pulled at his bonds. “Uhhhnnnn!!!!" His nuts tightened and his dick convulsed. Streams of his own cum began to shoot from the tip of his dick right into his open mouth. Some missed his mouth and got in his nose and on his chin. When his thrusting abated Sam softly stroked the side of his face.
"Swallow now. Swallow," he coaxed, closing Jeff's mouth and stroking his throat. "Be a good boy and swallow." Jeff obeyed, too buzzed to be aware that he was eating his own cum. "You missed some on your lips, buddy," Sam said. Jeff flicked his tongue out and cleaned up the remaining cum.
Sam put the dick bottle to Jeff's lips and coaxed him to drink. As he sucked down the contents, Sam cuffed his ankles with two leather straps and looped lengths of cord through the metal rings on the cuffs and through two small pulleys that had been on the headboard. He yanked at the ropes and Jeff's legs were pulled up and over his head, exposing his naked ass.
He lifted Jeff's heavy nut sack out of the way and buried his nose in Jeff's ass. His tongue snaked in out and licked at the shiny pink hole.
"Ohhh... unnhhh..." Jeff moaned as he arched his body and pulled at his restraints. The tongue swirling in his ass was sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Oh, gawwwddd.... mmmmm..."
Sam looked up, past Jeff's erect dick. "You want me to fuck you, Sarge?"
"No, no," Jeff insisted, shaking his head violently. He was buzzed from the drugs but he still didn't want to get fucked.
Sam handed the nearly empty dick bottle back to Jeff and watched him wrap his sexy lips around the nipple and suckle, emptying the contents. He dove back down and for the next hour he worked the fucking stud's hot hole over and over again. He alternated tonguing his ass and inserting up to three fingers at once in it. All the while he masturbated Jeff's flagpole cock and plucked at his raw titties. He took him to the edge of orgasm several times, pausing every few minutes to ask the same question. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Each time he asked Jeff refused, but Sam knew it was only a matter of time. He took individual bottles of poppers and put them to Jeff's nose and let him inhale deeply. One hand was wrapped around Jeff's rigid cock, with his rough thumb running over the over-stimulated mushroom head, and the index finger of his other hand jammed firmly up his ass, nudging at his prostate.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Sam asked again, his voice low and raspy.
Jeff still wouldn’t relent. Something in him wouldn’t allow it. “No... no...”
Sam could see that he wouldn’t break Jeff tonight. "Well, Sarge," he said, “whether you want it or not, you’re going to get it.” And with that, Sam grabbed a condom from the night table, put it on and thrust his hard, rigid dick into Jeff’s ass.
Jeff screamed but Sam gagged him with his dirty briefs once again, muffling any noise.
“Oh, come on you little cock whore,” Sam said. “You’ve been getting fucked and sucked all night. What’s the big deal now?
Sam continued to pound his hard cock into Jeff’s pussy as the former Marine drill instructor moaned and writhed. His hips were bucking as he Sam sped up his thrusts. Jeff began to cum and there were more muffled cries as stream after stream of fuck swill shot out of his cock like cannon fire. Up his chest, on his face and over his shoulders. Jeff's orgasm subsided but Sam, still juiced up, continued to fuck and fuck and fuck. Jeff writhed and moaned as his sensitive fuck nut was dinged, but being tied up, there was little he could do but put up with Sam’s incessant banging.
After half and hour of constant fucking, courtesy of Viagra, it looked like Jeff had passed out, but to be sure Sam wet a rag with some chloroform from his and held it to Jeff’s nose. "Uhhhnnn... noooo...." Jeff moaned, his eyes fluttering. Then he was out.
Sam got dressed and unbound Jeff. After taking several pictures he slipped Jeff's briefs back on. He took more pictures. And more pictures. Then he packed up all his gear. He was about to leave the room when he remembered the envelope Eric had given him. He took it from the bag and was going to place it on the bedside table like he usually did when an idea flashed in his mind. He tore it open and withdrew the prize money. He rolled it tightly into a tube and wedged it up Jeff's asshole. He gave the passed out stud a long kiss on the mouth and then another on the neck, being sure to leave another hickey. He covered him with a sheet, kissed his forehead and, taking his bag, left the room.
A dull pain in his ass woke Jeff from his chloroform-induced sleep. He looked around. The digital clock on the nightstand displayed 10:27 am. He reached up and flicked on the lamp on the nightstand, squinting as the light blinded him for a minute. When he became accustomed to it he opened his eyes wider and looked around him.
His clothes were strewn haphazardly on a chair. He crawled out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he looked in the mirror. His nipples were red and raw and his lips were slightly swollen. He was wearing his briefs but they were sticky and soaked through with drying cum. He turned to go back to bed and stopped. He wasn’t in his room... then he remembered last night... oh fuckin’ shit! The throbbing in his ass returned. He reached down the back of his briefs and felt a thick wad of paper. It was inserted in his ass.
He gingerly slid it out and was about to drop it on the floor when he recognized a twenty-dollar bill. There were several of them, along with a few fifties and a couple of hundreds. They had been rolled up and shoved up his asshole. He counted the money. There was $2000.00 and a note that said “Congratulations!”
The mailboy calls
Cute long haired boy in shower gets disturbed by equally cute mailboy with a parcel for him.
In his rush unfortunately the boys towel slips off.
I'm working on getting a longer fuller version uploaded sometime this weekend. So if you want to see what happens next message me and I'll let you have the fuller link - don't forget to mention which vid you want the link to.
To make life easier I have set up a permanent page of links that will have extras added as and when available. This page will have clickable links that will let you download from rapidshare. To get to this page enter the following url in your browser and press enter/return. ****** Check the link carefully once pasted in your browser Youtube has the habit of inserting unwanted spaces in the urls.****** If there are spaces delete them before pressing enter/return. The space will probably be after the zero and before the I in the final part of the url.
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In his rush unfortunately the boys towel slips off.
I'm working on getting a longer fuller version uploaded sometime this weekend. So if you want to see what happens next message me and I'll let you have the fuller link - don't forget to mention which vid you want the link to.
To make life easier I have set up a permanent page of links that will have extras added as and when available. This page will have clickable links that will let you download from rapidshare. To get to this page enter the following url in your browser and press enter/return. ****** Check the link carefully once pasted in your browser Youtube has the habit of inserting unwanted spaces in the urls.****** If there are spaces delete them before pressing enter/return. The space will probably be after the zero and before the I in the final part of the url.
Thanks again Leebuk!
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Boy Masturbates in Human Traffic
Clip of a boy masturbating in his room and being caught by his mother. From the film Human Traffic.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
thank you leebuk
A short extract from another hot sexy east european vid featuring some nice hot east european boys. I've made the full uncensored video available via the rapidshare website. Its in 18 parts. I've made the parts less than 30MB which means that anyone should be able to download from the site even if they do not have a premium account. Message me for a full list of links - It seems posting links here causes them to be corrupted by the site inserting a space and this leads to an error message from rapidshare so message me for a full list of links that can be pasted in your browser to download the vids. or paste the following links in your browser then delete the added space before clicking to go get the file.
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Thad, Jared and Xavier at AmateurStraightGuys.com
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Boys To Men "Crush"
Boys To Men is the blanket title for four short films, each focusing on the lives of gay men at various ages. The first short, "Crush", is about a gay teen and the young pre-teen girl who falls for him. While the low budget hurts some--it has an ugly look and bad sound--it is a relatively sweet, funny little film that has a couple of strong moments one wouldn't expect from a trifle. There is a great, telling opening scene that cuts between the two main characters as each stares at and cuts out a picture of a teen hunk in a 16-type magazine; the young girl proudly tapes hers to her bedroom door, while the boy secrets his away in a hidden notebook. And toward the end--no spoilers here--there is a lovely, silent exchange of looks between the two: she watches him outside her bedroom window, he stands looking up at her from the lawn below, and because of what has transpired in the previous scene, the emotional depth of those looks is surprisingly poignant.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
mydeathspace.com
Ok, you guys all know about myspace.com right? Well there is another site, mydeathspace.com Basically a running tally of people with myspace profiles that have died. It lists their pic, how they died, and other fun facts. At first I thought it would be funny, but I don't know if I'm in a maudlin mood or what, but it kind of made me sad seeing all those peoples profiles and reading all their friends messages to them after they died. Some of them looked like cool people.
Perhaps you use MySpace regularly to keep up with friends, family or even meet new people. Say one of them were to die. It's not an alien concept, over 150,000 pop their clogs every day. Statistics suggest that MySpace users total around 65 million, and that the site is the fifth most popular English-language website online. Quite a title to hold.Well to satisfy your morbid curiosity or genuine concern, MyDeathSpace.com has been established in order to keep an online tally of deceased MySpace users. Not only does each entry link back to the profile pages, but news articles and testimonies are used as evidence.Take the poignant suicide of a young, 16-year-old girl who lived in Churchville, New York state. This user chose to commit suicide by jumping in front of a train.Adorning the front page of her profile are messages both paying hommage to her death and profane statements that would surely shock the average mourner. A closer look reveals a frightful final blog entry and an ongoing struggle amongst the comments for blame.But of course, not all MyDeathSpace entries are suicide. There are tear-jerking car accidents, the rather sobering method of alcohol poisoning and even a member of the US army who was killed in action in Iraq. As macabre as it seems the internet should welcome this site designed to perform a simple service. It doesn't glorify death, or taint the seriousness of the sitation with humour. It is simply a compendium of online memorials.So sit back as the undeniably curious human brain takes you on a virtual-graveyard tour amongst heroin overdoses, police shootings and medical mishaps.When a system like MySpace escalates to the size it already has, there are undoubtedly going to be off-shoots such as this and now we face the question - what next for the MySpace phenomenon?
myspace
mydeathspace
Neowin
Perhaps you use MySpace regularly to keep up with friends, family or even meet new people. Say one of them were to die. It's not an alien concept, over 150,000 pop their clogs every day. Statistics suggest that MySpace users total around 65 million, and that the site is the fifth most popular English-language website online. Quite a title to hold.Well to satisfy your morbid curiosity or genuine concern, MyDeathSpace.com has been established in order to keep an online tally of deceased MySpace users. Not only does each entry link back to the profile pages, but news articles and testimonies are used as evidence.Take the poignant suicide of a young, 16-year-old girl who lived in Churchville, New York state. This user chose to commit suicide by jumping in front of a train.Adorning the front page of her profile are messages both paying hommage to her death and profane statements that would surely shock the average mourner. A closer look reveals a frightful final blog entry and an ongoing struggle amongst the comments for blame.But of course, not all MyDeathSpace entries are suicide. There are tear-jerking car accidents, the rather sobering method of alcohol poisoning and even a member of the US army who was killed in action in Iraq. As macabre as it seems the internet should welcome this site designed to perform a simple service. It doesn't glorify death, or taint the seriousness of the sitation with humour. It is simply a compendium of online memorials.So sit back as the undeniably curious human brain takes you on a virtual-graveyard tour amongst heroin overdoses, police shootings and medical mishaps.When a system like MySpace escalates to the size it already has, there are undoubtedly going to be off-shoots such as this and now we face the question - what next for the MySpace phenomenon?
myspace
mydeathspace
Neowin
Amateur Night, Part II
Ok guys here is part 2 of Amateur Night you can read part 1 by clicking here: Amateur night pt 1
Thanks again Stimle!
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Here's where we last left our hero...
Eric released his other hand and Tony handed him another shot of whisky. Without even thinking, Jeff tossed it back. Some of it spilled over his lips and ran down his chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Steve helped him stand and Jeff pulled his underwear up, wobbling all the while. He looked so sexy as he stood there, swaying, in nothing but his tight white briefs, which were sporting a deliciously obscene bulge. His eyes were glassy and heavy-lidded, his mouth was open partway and his lips were slightly wet. "Okay," he said drunkenly, his tongue thick. "Where's my costume?" He staggered toward the door.
"Ooohh... change of plans, Jeffrey," Greg said. "You won't be needing a costume. What you're wearing'll be fine." Steve pulled the confused man onto his lap and snapped the waistband of his briefs.
"What's going on?" Jeff slurred.
"You're gonna dance right here. For us," Tony said. He ran one hand over Jeff's bulge and blew in his ear. "Now, why don't you be a good boy and start shaking that tight ass of yours."
Someone squeezed his balls and shoved a dollar down the front of his underwear. He looked around him. Something didn't seem right. He pulled the bill out of his briefs and looked at it. "What's going on?" he asked again. His head lolled back and rested on Steve's shoulder.
"You're up next, that's what's going on," Steve said, running his hand up Jeff's chest and twisting his nipple. "Come on, dance for us baby!" He stood up and pulled Jeff to his feet. Jeff stood there, not moving.
"But... I'm s'posed to be out there," he said, gesturing toward the door. He staggered backward into Steve's arms.
"Are you nervous?" Steve asked, as he softly rubbed Jeff's flat belly, letting his fingers run across his rippled abs. "Oh, look guys... he's nervous. Poor baby. Here... sit back down for a second." Steve sat down on the table and pulled Jeff up between his spread legs. "I've got something that'll relax you," he said. He took a small brown bottle Greg handed him. He opened the poppers and held them to Jeff's nose, putting his thumb over one of his nostrils. "Here, take a whiff of this. Nice and slow and deep. It'll make you feel all nice." He rubbed Jeff's crotch through his briefs again. He could feel that his dick was hard.
"Nnnoo..." Jeff murmured. He knew what poppers were but had never used them before and didn't know what to expect.
"It's okay, buddy," Greg said, taking the bottle and putting it his own nose. He took a long hit and handed it back to Steve. "See?" he continued. "Nothing to it."
Jeff lifted his head and looked at Steve. The drugged-up stud took a slow, deep breath, just as he was instructed. Within seconds his face went flush and he felt his head buzzing. "Whoooohhh... shit... " he cooed, all woozy. He felt warm all over and began to giggle. Steve looked at the other guys and then back at Jeff, giddy from the poppers. Fuck! They couldn't believe how high he got off just one hit! He put the bottle back under Jeff's nostril and told him to inhale again. He went back and forth until Jeff had taken three good long hits in each nostril and was higher than a kite. His body went slack as he slumped backward. The guys pulled him to his feet and let him go. He stumbled and staggered and held his arms out to balance himself, and his body pitched unsteadily back and forth between the guys. Hands roamed all over his hunky body, fondling his bulge and tight ass.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the hands pawed at his body. The guys eased him back and laid him flat on the table. The bottle was put against his nostril again and he heard a far away sounding voice telling him to take another long draw. He did so. Fuck, the stuff was great! He felt like he was floating, his body not his own, out of control. He moaned and grunted loudly at every touch. Mmmm.... He was slowly rolled onto his stomach and his legs were spread apart. Someone was squeezing his ass cheeks, firmly massaging them, and he felt a hand reach underneath, cupping his balls and jerking on his dick. He started to hump the hand, rutting like a fucking dog. Grunting and groaning, thrusting and gyrating.
"Damn, this guy's horny!" he heard a voice say, and he felt his body being flipped onto his back again. Someone was licking his chest and someone else what sucking his nipples.
"Mmmnnnn... ohhhh..." he moaned, thrashing about. The more he moaned the more turned on the guys got.
"Give him another hit," Eric said. His head was lifted off the table and the poppers were put to his nostril again. He took a deep breath. A rush swept across his brain and he smiled, all stupid.
"Shit, he loves this stuff," Steve said, still holding the bottle of aroma to Jeff's nose. "You don't even have to tell him to sniff it. He's huffing it on his own! Looks like we've got ourselves a fuckin' whore!"
Jeff could hear their voices but couldn't make any sense of what was being said now. He was only aware of the sensations running through his body. He took another deep breath of the aroma and he arched his back, thrusting out his chest, inviting the fingers. "Unnhhnn... mmmmnnn... oohhhh... ooooooohhhhh..."
As the effects of the poppers slowly wore off, Jeff was aware of loud moaning coming from somewhere very near him. He looked around. He was in a room, lying on his back on a table, legs spread slightly and knees bent. He tried to sit up but his shoulders and arms were held down. As his head continued to clear, he realized it was he who was moaning. He lifted his head and saw someone at the edge of the table, stroking his dick through his underwear. It was that guy Steve, and he was taking great care to make sure the cotton material of the briefs chafed at the tip of his hard but sensitive cock. He was holding a vibrating dildo in his other hand and was softly poking and prodding Jeff's big nuts.
"Welcome back buddy! How's this feel?"
"Unnnhhh... mmmmnnnhh... fuuuuccckkk... what are you doing?" Jeff slurred softly.
"You like this?"
"Unnhhhnn..." Jeff was surprised to see his hips thrusting up and down.
"That's right... come on, you big-dicked boner boy. Yeah... show me how much you like it!" Steve laughed, running the vibrating dildo over Jeff's cut abs and down the front of his briefs.
Someone on either side of Jeff began to run their hands up and down his strong legs and inner thighs, fingers scrabbling over his sinewy muscles. Someone was tickling his earlobes and running fingers through his short, thick hair. Another hand was rubbing in a circular motion around his nipples causing them to become erect. Oooohhh... that felt nice... Then the hand started flicking them and he flinched. It hurt but also felt really good. The hands on his ass, dick, legs and nipples all felt sooooo good! The different sensations were painful and delicious at the same time. Steve began to speed up his cock play and Jeff started to grunt and groan more loudly. All of a sudden his legs were lifted up and back until his knees were almost resting on his shoulders. His firm, tight ass was now raised a good six inches off the bench and he could feel four different hands squeezing and caressing his smooth cheeks. The dildo that had been buzzing his bulging nut sack was now slowly running up and down his ass crack, sending shivers of pleasure through him. It gently, but firmly, probed at his butthole.
"Hwhooohhhh.... mmmm.... uunnnhhhh... " Jeff moaned in a high voice. His drug-addled mind drifted back a few months to a party some buddies and thrown for his 33rd birthday. He'd had several drinks and was pretty hammered when a couple of the guys took out a bong. He took several hits, probably more than he should have, and soon he was totally wasted. And horny. There were a few girls at the party and after some heavy flirting he ended up in an empty bedroom with one of them. The chick pushed him onto the bed, crawled on top of him and began kissing on him. Before he knew it his shirt was out of his jeans and up under his armpits. She began to scrabble her long fingers over his nipples, causing them to harden and to become erect, and then she leaned in and began to tongue them. Jeff couldn't get enough! Previously, whenever he had been with a chick he would be the one fondling and flicking at her tits to get her excited and wet, but that night the tables had been turned. The girl started to flick at his rubbery cones and smiled broadly when he begged for more. Until that night he had no idea that his own nipples were sensitive. No one had ever played with them before and he loved it. The girl took one of his arms, pulled it over his head and bound it to the bedpost. Then she did the same with the other. She softly raked her fingers up and down his broad chest, over his pecs and nipples, and across his rippled abs. Keeping him off balance and distracted, she lowered his jeans down to his ankles. Although he had a pretty good buzz going, he was still hard, and his briefs stretched almost to the limit. She snaked one hand down and over his bulging briefs. It dipped beneath the waistband. She stroked his throbbing dick and kneaded his fat balls for a few minutes all the while watching as he writhed and twisted. Then, without warning, she reached down past his scrotum and began to finger his ass portal ever so lightly. Jeff was so worked up and horny that he spread his legs further and lifted his hips to give her easier access. She slowly inserted her long finger between his sweaty ass cheeks and into his tightly clenched hole and began to probe at his sensitive nut. He went wild. He moaned louder and cursed like a sailor. He begged for more and begged for her to stop at the same time. She tugged his underwear down past his hips and slid them off. His moaning had turned to outright groans of pleasure. He heard noises and looked up. The door was open wide and several of the guys were peering in and snickering at him, lying naked on the bed, wrists tied to the bedposts, getting worked over. He was so drunk and horny that he didn't care that they were looking. He didn't even care when she shoved his briefs in his mouth to muffle his moans and groans; he just wanted to get his rocks off. She spread his legs, grasped his cock with one hand and slowly jacked him off, running her tongue around the rim of the mushroom-shaped head. She continued bobbing up and down on it for the next 15 minutes until he couldn't take any more and it erupted like a volcano, shooting stream after stream of pent up fuck swill into her waiting mouth. The whole time she continued to fingerfuck him and when his orgasm subsided she continued to milk his big dick until he came again. Never before had he ever felt such a sensation, and since that night he was always hoping some chick would bung his hole. They sometimes played with his nipples, but never once had any chick gone near his hairy portal. He desperately wanted them to, but thought they would think he was a fag or something if he asked them to do it. He was even afraid that he might turn gay if he touched his own ass or tits while masturbating.
Now as Steve probed his ass with the dildo, Jeff remembered how good it felt. Part of him knew it was queer but he didn't care. He started pushing his hot ass down onto the dildo.
"Feels good, doesn't it buddy?" Eric asked, tracing his finger along Jeff's face and over his quivering lips. He slipped it inside Jeff's mouth and began to slide it back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. The dizzy stud, buzzed from the drugs and caught up in all the sensations he was experiencing, began to suck on Eric's finger.
"That's it... ohhh... yeaahhhh.... " Eric cooed, encouraging the dazed stud. He inserted a second finger. "I think he likes it, Steve."
Steve's hands were still massaging Jeff's crotch and ass, softly probing his asshole through his briefs, teasing and tickling the twitching pucker. Poor Jeff was moaning and thrashing, thrusting his hips like a bitch in heat. "Unnnhhh..... mmmnnnnn....."
Steve slipped his index finger up the leg hole of Jeff's briefs and ran it up and down his sweaty ass crack. Then, just to get his attention, he rammed it up his tightly clenched pucker. Jeff jumped, snapping out of his trance-like state. "What the fuck's going on!" he cried out, spitting the fingers from his mouth. He tried to struggle but was still weak. "What the fuck is this? Get your hands off me you faggot. I'm not gay!"
"You're not?" Steve asked, his finger still probing. "Why are you moaning then? And why is your dick so hard? Look... it's hard as a rock?" The guys lowered Jeff's legs.
Jeff lifted his head off the table and looked down at his bulging crotch. His briefs were tented with his erection. "I don't know!" he cried. What was wrong with him? Why was his dick so hard? He was getting a little scared now. "Guys, this is enough. Let me up, please! I'm not a fag."
"Are you calling me a fag?" Eric asked, grabbing Jeff by the chin and looking him in the eyes.
"No... no..." Jeff whined, backtracking.
"You're the one who's a fag, man," Eric sneered. "Your cock is like a fucking tent pole! Look at it. It's even dripping!" Jeff looked down again and noticed that the front of his briefs were damp with his cum. "You're totally getting off on this!"
"No. No. I'm not gay. Please. Just let me up."
Eric let go of Jeff's chin. "Tell you what, baby," he said. "If you can make your dick go soft we'll let you up and you can walk right on out of here. Let him go guys," he instructed.
Jeff nodded, relieved, as Eric helped him to a sitting position. He looked at his crotch again, willing his dick to not be hard. It was no use. The drugs they'd given him to make his cock stay hard were in full swing. His dick wouldn't be going soft for quite some time.
"Well, well, well," Eric said. "Looks like we've got us a closet queer here."
Jeff tried to cover his crotch but the guys pulled his hands away. They laughed at the sight of his dick poking over the waistband of his briefs. "Come on guys," he stammered nervously, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm not queer. Just let me go... please."
The guys pulled him off the table, but instead of letting him up, they eased him down to all fours. They began to stroke and pat his smooth hard ass all over again. He felt his briefs being peeled back over his ass, down his long legs, and off. A finger ran up and down his ass crack, which sent shivers through his naked body. A hand reached around and started flicking his nipples again and the vibrating dildo found its way to his mouth, slowly sliding in and out.
To Jeff's horror he began moaning and his body started reacting to the touches. He thrust his chest out and sucked on the dildo that was fucking his face. His legs were spread and he felt a hand brush up against his big, low hanging balls. Another hand grabbed at his hard, bobbing dick and began to jerk it back and forth, slowly at first and then quicker and rougher. His ball sack was slapped, grabbed roughly and tugged downward. Then he felt his ass cheeks being spread apart and a long finger began to work it's way up his tight hole, probing until it found his prostate. Jeff jumped as the finger hit its target and began to frig his sensitive nut.
"Nooo..... pleaseee... ohhhhh... eeeeee... fuckkkkk.." he screamed, trying to clench his asshole and struggling to throw the guys off of him. They were too strong though, and Jeff was unable to move. The poppers were shoved under his nose again and as he inhaled the aroma his body slumped.
"Uhnnnn.... ooooohhhh...." he cooed. His hips were now thrusting like a pair of pistons and the hand on his cock was flying back and forth.
"Oh yeah! That's it, Jeff!" Eric urged, inserting a second finger up his ass. "Go baby, go!"
"Ahhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Aaahhhhh!!!!" Jeff screamed loudly, his hips bucking wildly. His dick burst again, shooting streams of his hot sticky crud up his chest and onto the hands and arms of the guys who were holding him down.
His pumping hips slowed down and he caught his breath, but the intrusive fingers were still up his ass and the hand on his dick wouldn't let up. In fact, his dick was still erect. What was wrong? Why was he still hard?
"Whoah, Jeff," Eric said, wiping cum from his fingers onto the pinned man's lips. "You're an animal, you horny fuck! Ready to go again?"
"Please," Jeff panted. "No more."
"I told you man," Eric said, getting down on his knees and looking Jeff in the face. "You can go anytime. Just as soon as your dick gets soft."
"I can't help it," Jeff whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me!"
"That's easy, you dumbshit," Eric said triumphantly, a smirk on his face. "You're a fuckin' faggot!!"
Jeff turned his face away. He looked totally humiliated and defeated. His eyes were red.
"Oh, come on, Jeff. Be honest," Eric said softly, gently taking Jeff's chin in his hand and turning his face toward him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Go to hell," Jeff sputtered. He began to struggle again.
Eric roughly grabbed Jeff's jaw. "What did you say to me?"
"I said go to hell, mother fucker!" Jeff spat, throwing his elbow out. He caught Eric just under the chin, knocking him back.
"You little shit!" Eric said regaining his balance. He grabbed Jeff's jaw and tried to pry his mouth open. "I'll show you! I've got something for you!"
Jeff locked his jaw shut and tried to throw Eric off. Suddenly he felt his body being lifted off the ground. He flailed his arms, striking at his attackers, but Shane quickly grabbed them and held them firm. He was dragged across the room and bent over a something that resembled a padded saw horse. His arms and legs were stretched out and tied to the apparatus. Eric crooked his arm around his neck, putting him in a choke hold. The room started to go black and just before he passed out he felt his mouth being opened.
He came to slowly. He tried to take in a deep breath of air but something was blocking his throat. Something fleshy but firm. It was lodged in his mouth, moving back and forth rhythmically. It was a dick! There was a fucking cock in his mouth. He tried to move his head, twist it somehow, but his head was being held firmly in place while his face was being fucked. Oh shit, oh shit! The fucker's cock was like a leaky faucet and he could feel dick spooge pooling at the back of his throat. He started to gag and choke, but the thrusting hips didn't stop. He felt another hand on his throat, stroking back and forth, softly but firmly. Before he knew it he was swallowing against his will. Shit! He was swallowing cum!
"Noo.. uhnnnn..." he sputtered, trying not to swallow while at the same time trying to spit the cock out of his mouth.
Shane continued to rock back and forth, enjoying his ride on Jeff's handsome face. "Yeah..." he purred, as he continued to abuse Jeff's mouth. "Big fucking stud. Eat my meat, man! Suck it! Oh yeah..." Shane gave Jeff another hit off the open bottle and then took a hit for himself.
Jeff's ass cheeks were spread and he felt something warm, soft and wet flick over his pucker. It was Tony's tongue. "Ohhhh......!" Jeff cried out, the sound all but muffled by Shane's cock. He had never felt anything like this before! The tongue alternated between plunging itself forcefully into his asshole and lightly rimming him. Jeff could only moan and thrust his hips while Tony sucked and slurped away with abandon.
Suddenly Shane's thrusting sped up. He was moaning loudly. "Fuck man, I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna shoot!" He arched his back and let out a low gutteral groan and his dick began to unload into Jeff's mouth and down his throat. Jeff tried to close his throat but was unable to. Streams of warm jizz slid down his undulating throat.
As Shane was halfway through his orgasm, Greg slowly pulled him back. He grabbed Shane's spurting dick and aimed it at Jeff's face. Four bursts of cum shot all over Jeff's face, up his nostrils and in his eyes. His jaw dropped in shock. He couldn't believe that fucker Shane had just shot off in his mouth and then sprayed the rest all over his face! It was so humiliating. Cum ran out of his nostrils and dripped onto his lips and into his mouth. He wanted to throw up, but before he could even begin to wretch Shane moved to the side and Greg took his place. Jeff briefly saw Eric and Steve standing behind Greg, their pants and underwear around their knees, stroking their dicks and waiting their turn at his mouth. Then Greg took hold of Jeff's face and slipped his hard eight-inch cock into his mouth. He thrust his hips back and forth slowly, his balls slapping against Jeff's chin. He put one hand on the back of Jeff's head and stroked his throat with the other.
Meanwhile Tony was working away at Jeff's asshole, gradually loosening up the jock stud's tight hole. The more he licked and sucked the deeper his tongue probed.
Shane pulled his boxer briefs up and got down on all fours. He grabbed Jeff's dick and began to stroke it. He wrapped his mouth around the engorged head and sucked it like it was a lollipop. A nice big Charms blowpop. He jiggled and slapped Jeff's big balls with his other hand.
Jeff felt something on the side of his face. He peered out the corner of his eye and saw a big dick rubbing along his face. It was drooling its crud all over his face and hair. He tried to ignore what was happening to him but it was impossible. The humiliation kept creeping back to the forefront of his mind. But the mouth on his ass... doing things he never knew could be done... Fuck! Why was he getting turned on by it?! It felt great! Suddenly the tongue in his ass pulled out and he felt something smooth and firm take its place. It was the dildo, and it was being slid in and out of his slicked up hole. Back and forth. Back and forth. Suddenly it began to vibrate and Jeff lost it. His hips began to grind back and forth.
"Look at him go!"
"Come on, you fuckin' little Devil Dog!"
He tried to cry out but his mouth was still plugged up with cock. Big, fat, drooling cock. His own cock was twitching and throbbing and bobbing. Suddenly he started to cum again, spraying his jizz everywhere. The hand slapping at his balls stopped and he felt a warm mouth close around one of his big nuts, sucking at it. Then someone grabbed at his nipples and began to twist and pull them again.
Greg started breathing faster and his thrusting increased. "Fuck... fuck... nnnmmmhhhhnnn...." His dick shot its load into Jeff's mouth. Seven bursts of cum were dumped down Jeff's throat before Greg pulled out. Another shot of whisky was placed to his lips and Jeff swallowed it, trying to rid his mouth of the taste of semen.
His head was turned upward and he found himself eye to eye with Steve. "It's my turn now, buddy," he said smiling. But instead of slipping his dick in Jeff's mouth, Steve reached back and pulled the vibrating dildo from Jeff's ass. Without even wiping it off, stuck it into Jeff's mouth. The buzzing tool rattled Jeff's teeth and pushed at the back of his throat, causing him to gag.
"Unnhh... mmmnnnhhhoooo..." Jeff moaned, trying to speak, as Steve slipped two fingers up his rectum and began moving it around in a wide circular motion, stretching his asshole back and forth. Then a third and fourth finger... all moving together, in and out, round and round. Jeff's eyes fluttered and his eyes rolled up. His jaw went slack and he sighed and moaned. Ohhhh.... the fingers in his ass were nudging at his prostate, sending spasms to course from his ass up to his head and back down to his twitching, dripping cock. That, along with the fingers flicking his now raw but still erect nipples and the mouth sucking his fat nuts was almost too much. "Uhhhnnnnn... nnnmmmm...."
"Go on... you fucking little whore," Steve said as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of Jeff's loosening ass, "tell me how good it feels." He pulled his fingers out, grabbed Jeff's hips, and plunged his hard dick into the winking, slicked up hole. Jeff's eyes widened in pain and he tried to scream, but it came out in grunts and sputters instead. The dildo was removed from his mouth, but before he could react Eric stepped forward and shoved his fat dripping dick down his throat.
Oh god, oh god, Jeff thought, his head spinning. He was being raped... fucked in the ass and mouth at the same time! He tried to move but couldn't. Steve and Eric were fucking him in tandem while Shane and Tony worked his tits, dick and balls. As Steve drove his cock deep into his ass, Eric shoved his dick further down his throat. Sweaty nut sacks bounced off his chin and ass, and his nostrils were being tickled by musky smelling pubic hairs. As it was, he could barely breathe with the fat cock plugging his throat.
"Hey Greg," Eric laughed, as he grabbed hold of Jeff's ears and gave his hips a thrust, "get a shot of this! Fuck handles!"
Greg was walking around with the video camera, taking in Jeff's rape from all angles, and he leaned in for a close up. "Smile for the camera now, you pretty bitch," Eric grunted as his back arched and he climaxed. His knees gave slightly as his hips bucked wildly, shooting stream after stream of his hot juice into Jeff's mouth, filling it until cum was drooling down the corners of his lips.
Eric pulled his dick out and stuck the dildo back in. He turned it on and let the buzzing tool bounce against the back of Jeff's throat, fucking in and out. He put his wet mouth to Jeff's ear and whispered in a low, nasty voice. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like that? In the Marines? Yeah.... I bet you were nothing but a cum dump from the day you signed up. A big boy like you... yeah... acting all straight with the chicks, but giving it up like a whore to all the boys." He flicked his long tongue into Jeff's ear and swirled it around for a few minutes and then stood up. "Mmmm... I'm ready for more... How about you?" He set the dildo aside and slid his hard dick back into Jeff's mouth. He began to thrust his hips back and forth once again.
Meanwhile Steve was still going at it, hands on Jeff's hips, his dick grinding deep into his tight hairy ass. His thrusts were as long as they were deep, and he pumped his hips slow and steady like pistons. "Mmmm... you're quite a ride, cunt," Steve groaned. "I bet you've been ridden a lot, haven't you? Do you always play so hard to get?"
Between the drugs, the whisky, and the poppers, Jeff's mind was floating in a haze. But he could understand what they were saying and he knew what was happening was no dream. He could feel Steve's big dick ramming up into his ass and he knew he had swallowed several loads of cum. Why had he even come into this place? What was going to happen to him next? He'd heard of guys being raped before, but thought it only happened to weaklings or to guys in prison. Never once did he think that a big guy like him could ever be in this position. He felt the thrusting in his ass speed up and suddenly he felt his bowels being filled with a warm thick fluid. Oh shit! The fag just came in his ass and he wasn't wearing a condom! He felt the cum dripping from his asshole and down his leg. The dick pulled out and another one took its place. The thrusting and pumping started all over again.
After what seemed like hours, the attack was finally over. Jeff was lying on the floor in a naked heap. Cum dripped from his mouth, nose, ears and ass. He could barely move. But he had to piss badly. "Nnnhhh.... " he moaned, struggling to form words with his abused mouth. "Gotta piss... "
"Sure buddy, no problem," Steve said. "The bathroom's right in there."
With a great effort, Jeff hauled himself to his hands and knees and crawled toward the bathroom. His dick was still hard and bobbed up and down, slapping his stomach. It was leaking long thin strands of cum. His fat sweaty balls swung from side to side like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. The guys whooped and hollered, slapping at his ass and nut sack as he staggered by.
When he finally reached the bathroom he looked around. It was more of a shower room. There were a wall urinal, a stall and four portable showerheads mounted on a wall. There were no shower curtains or dividers between them. Worse yet, there was no door. He'd have to piss in front of the guys. Ever since he could remember Jeff had had a hard time going to the bathroom with someone present. He could barely even do it if he was in a stall. He turned back to look at the guys with a pleading look on his face.
"Go ahead," Eric said. "No one's stopping you."
Jeff managed to make his way to the urinal and tried to stand but he was too woozy. He tried to stand again but couldn't. "Oh, shit... " he said quietly, shaking his head. But he had to go too badly and couldn't hold it. All the booze he'd drank earlier in the evening had caught up with him. He looked down and, screwing up his face, began to piss. A long yellow stream of piss shot from his hard dick, spraying all over the floor, the toilet, and himself. His ass began to sting... he had to take a shit... but he wasn't about to take a dump in front of all these guys. For almost a minute Jeff emptied his bladder, moaning and groaning loudly. Finally he finished. He was so tired that he couldn't move and stayed where he was, soaking in his own urine.
He heard laughter behind him and saw Steve and Eric out of the corner of his eye. They were in the bathroom door.
"You fucking pig!" Eric yelled, half-laughing, half-serious. "Can't you even use a toilet right?"
"You know," Steve said, "we should clean him up a bit before we take him out of here. Look at this." He inserted his finger into Jeff's ass and withdrew it. It was covered with fuck slime. He wiped it across Jeff's lips. "How about an enema, too?" Steve suggested, reaching into a cabinet and pulling out an enema kit.
"Great idea," Eric said, agreeing.
"What... what are you doing?" Jeff asked, looking up at the two men.
"You pissed all over yourself, buddy," Steve said. "We're just going to get you cleaned up. Would you like that?"
"Mmmmm...?"
"Here, let's go over here," Eric said as he and Steve helped Jeff to his feet, careful not to get their hands wet with his piss. They leaned him against the shower wall and grabbed a couple of towels. Wetting them down with warm water they wiped the piss from Jeff's legs.
"I'm gonna clean your dick and balls," Steve said, soaping up his hands and gently grasping Jeff's cock. He stroked the big cock, his fist sliding up and down the fat stalk, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He took his other hand and fiddled with Jeff's balls. Jeff just leaned back in the corner and spread his legs further, making no move to resist.
"That's right, my little gay boy," Steve said. "You know what you want, don't you?"
"Unnhhhnnn.... mmmmm...." Jeff moaned, sighing deeply.
Eric couldn't help smiling. "You know," he said, "we've shaved his chest, dick and balls. How about shaving his ass, too?"
"Yeah, let's do it," Steve said, still jacking away.
About a minute later Jeff's body started bucking and he arched his back. "Unnhh... fuckkk... yeahhhh...." he cried out as his dick spurted cum.
"Ah, you bastard!" Steve yelled as Jeff came. He aimed Jeff's dick up his chest but still caught some of it in his hand. He put it to Jeff's mouth. The drugged stud, not knowing what he was doing, swallowed it down.
"Okay now," Steve said to Jeff, pulling his slumped body out of the corner. "Be a good boy and get on your hands and knees." He took a can of shaving gel and squirted it all over Jeff's ass. Slowly, but firmly, began to rub the gel over his ass cheeks until it lathered. Then he ran his finger up and down Jeff's ass crack and slipped his thumb into his hole.
"Unnnhhh.... nnnoooooo... nooooo... " Jeff whimpered, squirming.
"Shhh.... don't move or you might get nicked," Eric said, running his fingers softly through Jeff's hair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of poppers. He opened the top and held it to Jeff's nose. "Here... take a nice big whiff of this."
Jeff took a slow deep breath. Eric looked at Steve and smiled. They didn't even have to ask twice. At Eric's urging Jeff took another hit and another until he was flying. Within a minute Steve had Jeff's ass shaved bare. He put the razor down and wiped his hands clean.
While Eric was keeping Jeff floating through the haze of poppers, Steve filled the large enema bag with warm water. He attached a six-foot hose to it and slid the over-sized nozzle up Jeff's ass.
"Fuucckkk..." Jeff cried out, his ass hole stretching to accommodate the nozzle. Eric gave him another snort of the poppers and his body relaxed. Steve finished inserting the hose into Jeff's ass and began to slowly squeeze the bag, pushing its contents up into Jeff's bowels. The warm water rushed into Jeff, and for a few seconds he felt nice and relaxed. But as the water completely filled his bowels he became uncomfortable and he started to squirm.
"Mmmnnhh... oooohhh..." he whimpered.
"Ohhh... hold it in just a little bit more, Jeff," Steve urged, sticking his thumb up Jeff's ass to keep the water in. "We have to make sure you get all clean inside."
They made him wait a few more minutes, just to torture him. Finally they maneuvered him, whining and moaning, to the toilet. They held his body about two feet above the rim and aimed his ass at the bowl.
"Okay, you can go now," Steve said, plucking his thumb out of Jeff's ass. It made a sound like a suction cup being pulled off a flat surface.
Jeff looked up, his face red in embarrassment. He bit his lower lip and his shoulders hunched. "Fffuuukkk.... shitttt... ooohhhhh... fuuucckkk!!!" he cried out as his ass flushed out the dirty water, forcing it out like a spray. It was full of the guys' cum and smelled terrible. Then, to Jeff's utter humiliation, he farted loudly a few times and suddenly began to shit. Fuck! Everything he'd eaten that day, lasagna and salad at lunch, steak and potato for dinner, slid out of his ass and into the bowl. He started to piss all over again and the guys had to jump out of the way of his out of control cock. They were laughing hysterically.
"Unnnnhhhh... mmmmnnnnhhhhhh..." Jeff groaned, relieved but embarrassed as hell. When he finally finished the guys lifted him to his feet. Eric wet a washcloth with warm water and wiped his ass clean. Once again Steve soaped up and washed his cock.
They brought him back into the room and sat him back on the table. His head nodded forward heavily.
"We need to get him out of here soon." Eric said, lifting one of Jeff's eyelids. "He's gonna come around in a couple of hours or so."
As Jeff drifted in and out of unconsciousness Eric slipped a metal cockring onto the base of his fat dick. Then he took a slim leather strap and, pulling his big balls downward, tied it around the sack. His eyes slid open just as another picture was taken. Steve and Eric helped him to his feet and slipped on his briefs, gently pulling them over his dick and balls. Because the cockring was keeping his dick hard, the front of his briefs were tented almost straight out and you could not only see his fat, cum-slicked balls, but also the leather strap and the silver cockring. He groaned as they groped his crotch and a smile crept across his face when Steve reached in and slid his finger up his ass.
"Oh yeah... " Eric purred. "You're liking that, aren't you? Here, have another whiff, buddy." He put the bottle to Jeff's nose and smiled as the dazed stud automatically inhaled in the aroma.
They gathered up Jeff's clothes and shoes and led him out through the back door and into the parking lot where a van was waiting. There was five teenagers in the alley outside the back door of the gay bar next door. They looked about 18 or 19 and they whistled and cat-called at the sight of the big stud being loaded into the side of the van, wearing nothing but tighty whities and a dazed look on his face...
To be continued ...
Thanks again Stimle!
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Here's where we last left our hero...
Eric released his other hand and Tony handed him another shot of whisky. Without even thinking, Jeff tossed it back. Some of it spilled over his lips and ran down his chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Steve helped him stand and Jeff pulled his underwear up, wobbling all the while. He looked so sexy as he stood there, swaying, in nothing but his tight white briefs, which were sporting a deliciously obscene bulge. His eyes were glassy and heavy-lidded, his mouth was open partway and his lips were slightly wet. "Okay," he said drunkenly, his tongue thick. "Where's my costume?" He staggered toward the door.
"Ooohh... change of plans, Jeffrey," Greg said. "You won't be needing a costume. What you're wearing'll be fine." Steve pulled the confused man onto his lap and snapped the waistband of his briefs.
"What's going on?" Jeff slurred.
"You're gonna dance right here. For us," Tony said. He ran one hand over Jeff's bulge and blew in his ear. "Now, why don't you be a good boy and start shaking that tight ass of yours."
Someone squeezed his balls and shoved a dollar down the front of his underwear. He looked around him. Something didn't seem right. He pulled the bill out of his briefs and looked at it. "What's going on?" he asked again. His head lolled back and rested on Steve's shoulder.
"You're up next, that's what's going on," Steve said, running his hand up Jeff's chest and twisting his nipple. "Come on, dance for us baby!" He stood up and pulled Jeff to his feet. Jeff stood there, not moving.
"But... I'm s'posed to be out there," he said, gesturing toward the door. He staggered backward into Steve's arms.
"Are you nervous?" Steve asked, as he softly rubbed Jeff's flat belly, letting his fingers run across his rippled abs. "Oh, look guys... he's nervous. Poor baby. Here... sit back down for a second." Steve sat down on the table and pulled Jeff up between his spread legs. "I've got something that'll relax you," he said. He took a small brown bottle Greg handed him. He opened the poppers and held them to Jeff's nose, putting his thumb over one of his nostrils. "Here, take a whiff of this. Nice and slow and deep. It'll make you feel all nice." He rubbed Jeff's crotch through his briefs again. He could feel that his dick was hard.
"Nnnoo..." Jeff murmured. He knew what poppers were but had never used them before and didn't know what to expect.
"It's okay, buddy," Greg said, taking the bottle and putting it his own nose. He took a long hit and handed it back to Steve. "See?" he continued. "Nothing to it."
Jeff lifted his head and looked at Steve. The drugged-up stud took a slow, deep breath, just as he was instructed. Within seconds his face went flush and he felt his head buzzing. "Whoooohhh... shit... " he cooed, all woozy. He felt warm all over and began to giggle. Steve looked at the other guys and then back at Jeff, giddy from the poppers. Fuck! They couldn't believe how high he got off just one hit! He put the bottle back under Jeff's nostril and told him to inhale again. He went back and forth until Jeff had taken three good long hits in each nostril and was higher than a kite. His body went slack as he slumped backward. The guys pulled him to his feet and let him go. He stumbled and staggered and held his arms out to balance himself, and his body pitched unsteadily back and forth between the guys. Hands roamed all over his hunky body, fondling his bulge and tight ass.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the hands pawed at his body. The guys eased him back and laid him flat on the table. The bottle was put against his nostril again and he heard a far away sounding voice telling him to take another long draw. He did so. Fuck, the stuff was great! He felt like he was floating, his body not his own, out of control. He moaned and grunted loudly at every touch. Mmmm.... He was slowly rolled onto his stomach and his legs were spread apart. Someone was squeezing his ass cheeks, firmly massaging them, and he felt a hand reach underneath, cupping his balls and jerking on his dick. He started to hump the hand, rutting like a fucking dog. Grunting and groaning, thrusting and gyrating.
"Damn, this guy's horny!" he heard a voice say, and he felt his body being flipped onto his back again. Someone was licking his chest and someone else what sucking his nipples.
"Mmmnnnn... ohhhh..." he moaned, thrashing about. The more he moaned the more turned on the guys got.
"Give him another hit," Eric said. His head was lifted off the table and the poppers were put to his nostril again. He took a deep breath. A rush swept across his brain and he smiled, all stupid.
"Shit, he loves this stuff," Steve said, still holding the bottle of aroma to Jeff's nose. "You don't even have to tell him to sniff it. He's huffing it on his own! Looks like we've got ourselves a fuckin' whore!"
Jeff could hear their voices but couldn't make any sense of what was being said now. He was only aware of the sensations running through his body. He took another deep breath of the aroma and he arched his back, thrusting out his chest, inviting the fingers. "Unnhhnn... mmmmnnn... oohhhh... ooooooohhhhh..."
As the effects of the poppers slowly wore off, Jeff was aware of loud moaning coming from somewhere very near him. He looked around. He was in a room, lying on his back on a table, legs spread slightly and knees bent. He tried to sit up but his shoulders and arms were held down. As his head continued to clear, he realized it was he who was moaning. He lifted his head and saw someone at the edge of the table, stroking his dick through his underwear. It was that guy Steve, and he was taking great care to make sure the cotton material of the briefs chafed at the tip of his hard but sensitive cock. He was holding a vibrating dildo in his other hand and was softly poking and prodding Jeff's big nuts.
"Welcome back buddy! How's this feel?"
"Unnnhhh... mmmmnnnhh... fuuuuccckkk... what are you doing?" Jeff slurred softly.
"You like this?"
"Unnhhhnn..." Jeff was surprised to see his hips thrusting up and down.
"That's right... come on, you big-dicked boner boy. Yeah... show me how much you like it!" Steve laughed, running the vibrating dildo over Jeff's cut abs and down the front of his briefs.
Someone on either side of Jeff began to run their hands up and down his strong legs and inner thighs, fingers scrabbling over his sinewy muscles. Someone was tickling his earlobes and running fingers through his short, thick hair. Another hand was rubbing in a circular motion around his nipples causing them to become erect. Oooohhh... that felt nice... Then the hand started flicking them and he flinched. It hurt but also felt really good. The hands on his ass, dick, legs and nipples all felt sooooo good! The different sensations were painful and delicious at the same time. Steve began to speed up his cock play and Jeff started to grunt and groan more loudly. All of a sudden his legs were lifted up and back until his knees were almost resting on his shoulders. His firm, tight ass was now raised a good six inches off the bench and he could feel four different hands squeezing and caressing his smooth cheeks. The dildo that had been buzzing his bulging nut sack was now slowly running up and down his ass crack, sending shivers of pleasure through him. It gently, but firmly, probed at his butthole.
"Hwhooohhhh.... mmmm.... uunnnhhhh... " Jeff moaned in a high voice. His drug-addled mind drifted back a few months to a party some buddies and thrown for his 33rd birthday. He'd had several drinks and was pretty hammered when a couple of the guys took out a bong. He took several hits, probably more than he should have, and soon he was totally wasted. And horny. There were a few girls at the party and after some heavy flirting he ended up in an empty bedroom with one of them. The chick pushed him onto the bed, crawled on top of him and began kissing on him. Before he knew it his shirt was out of his jeans and up under his armpits. She began to scrabble her long fingers over his nipples, causing them to harden and to become erect, and then she leaned in and began to tongue them. Jeff couldn't get enough! Previously, whenever he had been with a chick he would be the one fondling and flicking at her tits to get her excited and wet, but that night the tables had been turned. The girl started to flick at his rubbery cones and smiled broadly when he begged for more. Until that night he had no idea that his own nipples were sensitive. No one had ever played with them before and he loved it. The girl took one of his arms, pulled it over his head and bound it to the bedpost. Then she did the same with the other. She softly raked her fingers up and down his broad chest, over his pecs and nipples, and across his rippled abs. Keeping him off balance and distracted, she lowered his jeans down to his ankles. Although he had a pretty good buzz going, he was still hard, and his briefs stretched almost to the limit. She snaked one hand down and over his bulging briefs. It dipped beneath the waistband. She stroked his throbbing dick and kneaded his fat balls for a few minutes all the while watching as he writhed and twisted. Then, without warning, she reached down past his scrotum and began to finger his ass portal ever so lightly. Jeff was so worked up and horny that he spread his legs further and lifted his hips to give her easier access. She slowly inserted her long finger between his sweaty ass cheeks and into his tightly clenched hole and began to probe at his sensitive nut. He went wild. He moaned louder and cursed like a sailor. He begged for more and begged for her to stop at the same time. She tugged his underwear down past his hips and slid them off. His moaning had turned to outright groans of pleasure. He heard noises and looked up. The door was open wide and several of the guys were peering in and snickering at him, lying naked on the bed, wrists tied to the bedposts, getting worked over. He was so drunk and horny that he didn't care that they were looking. He didn't even care when she shoved his briefs in his mouth to muffle his moans and groans; he just wanted to get his rocks off. She spread his legs, grasped his cock with one hand and slowly jacked him off, running her tongue around the rim of the mushroom-shaped head. She continued bobbing up and down on it for the next 15 minutes until he couldn't take any more and it erupted like a volcano, shooting stream after stream of pent up fuck swill into her waiting mouth. The whole time she continued to fingerfuck him and when his orgasm subsided she continued to milk his big dick until he came again. Never before had he ever felt such a sensation, and since that night he was always hoping some chick would bung his hole. They sometimes played with his nipples, but never once had any chick gone near his hairy portal. He desperately wanted them to, but thought they would think he was a fag or something if he asked them to do it. He was even afraid that he might turn gay if he touched his own ass or tits while masturbating.
Now as Steve probed his ass with the dildo, Jeff remembered how good it felt. Part of him knew it was queer but he didn't care. He started pushing his hot ass down onto the dildo.
"Feels good, doesn't it buddy?" Eric asked, tracing his finger along Jeff's face and over his quivering lips. He slipped it inside Jeff's mouth and began to slide it back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. The dizzy stud, buzzed from the drugs and caught up in all the sensations he was experiencing, began to suck on Eric's finger.
"That's it... ohhh... yeaahhhh.... " Eric cooed, encouraging the dazed stud. He inserted a second finger. "I think he likes it, Steve."
Steve's hands were still massaging Jeff's crotch and ass, softly probing his asshole through his briefs, teasing and tickling the twitching pucker. Poor Jeff was moaning and thrashing, thrusting his hips like a bitch in heat. "Unnnhhh..... mmmnnnnn....."
Steve slipped his index finger up the leg hole of Jeff's briefs and ran it up and down his sweaty ass crack. Then, just to get his attention, he rammed it up his tightly clenched pucker. Jeff jumped, snapping out of his trance-like state. "What the fuck's going on!" he cried out, spitting the fingers from his mouth. He tried to struggle but was still weak. "What the fuck is this? Get your hands off me you faggot. I'm not gay!"
"You're not?" Steve asked, his finger still probing. "Why are you moaning then? And why is your dick so hard? Look... it's hard as a rock?" The guys lowered Jeff's legs.
Jeff lifted his head off the table and looked down at his bulging crotch. His briefs were tented with his erection. "I don't know!" he cried. What was wrong with him? Why was his dick so hard? He was getting a little scared now. "Guys, this is enough. Let me up, please! I'm not a fag."
"Are you calling me a fag?" Eric asked, grabbing Jeff by the chin and looking him in the eyes.
"No... no..." Jeff whined, backtracking.
"You're the one who's a fag, man," Eric sneered. "Your cock is like a fucking tent pole! Look at it. It's even dripping!" Jeff looked down again and noticed that the front of his briefs were damp with his cum. "You're totally getting off on this!"
"No. No. I'm not gay. Please. Just let me up."
Eric let go of Jeff's chin. "Tell you what, baby," he said. "If you can make your dick go soft we'll let you up and you can walk right on out of here. Let him go guys," he instructed.
Jeff nodded, relieved, as Eric helped him to a sitting position. He looked at his crotch again, willing his dick to not be hard. It was no use. The drugs they'd given him to make his cock stay hard were in full swing. His dick wouldn't be going soft for quite some time.
"Well, well, well," Eric said. "Looks like we've got us a closet queer here."
Jeff tried to cover his crotch but the guys pulled his hands away. They laughed at the sight of his dick poking over the waistband of his briefs. "Come on guys," he stammered nervously, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm not queer. Just let me go... please."
The guys pulled him off the table, but instead of letting him up, they eased him down to all fours. They began to stroke and pat his smooth hard ass all over again. He felt his briefs being peeled back over his ass, down his long legs, and off. A finger ran up and down his ass crack, which sent shivers through his naked body. A hand reached around and started flicking his nipples again and the vibrating dildo found its way to his mouth, slowly sliding in and out.
To Jeff's horror he began moaning and his body started reacting to the touches. He thrust his chest out and sucked on the dildo that was fucking his face. His legs were spread and he felt a hand brush up against his big, low hanging balls. Another hand grabbed at his hard, bobbing dick and began to jerk it back and forth, slowly at first and then quicker and rougher. His ball sack was slapped, grabbed roughly and tugged downward. Then he felt his ass cheeks being spread apart and a long finger began to work it's way up his tight hole, probing until it found his prostate. Jeff jumped as the finger hit its target and began to frig his sensitive nut.
"Nooo..... pleaseee... ohhhhh... eeeeee... fuckkkkk.." he screamed, trying to clench his asshole and struggling to throw the guys off of him. They were too strong though, and Jeff was unable to move. The poppers were shoved under his nose again and as he inhaled the aroma his body slumped.
"Uhnnnn.... ooooohhhh...." he cooed. His hips were now thrusting like a pair of pistons and the hand on his cock was flying back and forth.
"Oh yeah! That's it, Jeff!" Eric urged, inserting a second finger up his ass. "Go baby, go!"
"Ahhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Aaahhhhh!!!!" Jeff screamed loudly, his hips bucking wildly. His dick burst again, shooting streams of his hot sticky crud up his chest and onto the hands and arms of the guys who were holding him down.
His pumping hips slowed down and he caught his breath, but the intrusive fingers were still up his ass and the hand on his dick wouldn't let up. In fact, his dick was still erect. What was wrong? Why was he still hard?
"Whoah, Jeff," Eric said, wiping cum from his fingers onto the pinned man's lips. "You're an animal, you horny fuck! Ready to go again?"
"Please," Jeff panted. "No more."
"I told you man," Eric said, getting down on his knees and looking Jeff in the face. "You can go anytime. Just as soon as your dick gets soft."
"I can't help it," Jeff whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me!"
"That's easy, you dumbshit," Eric said triumphantly, a smirk on his face. "You're a fuckin' faggot!!"
Jeff turned his face away. He looked totally humiliated and defeated. His eyes were red.
"Oh, come on, Jeff. Be honest," Eric said softly, gently taking Jeff's chin in his hand and turning his face toward him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Go to hell," Jeff sputtered. He began to struggle again.
Eric roughly grabbed Jeff's jaw. "What did you say to me?"
"I said go to hell, mother fucker!" Jeff spat, throwing his elbow out. He caught Eric just under the chin, knocking him back.
"You little shit!" Eric said regaining his balance. He grabbed Jeff's jaw and tried to pry his mouth open. "I'll show you! I've got something for you!"
Jeff locked his jaw shut and tried to throw Eric off. Suddenly he felt his body being lifted off the ground. He flailed his arms, striking at his attackers, but Shane quickly grabbed them and held them firm. He was dragged across the room and bent over a something that resembled a padded saw horse. His arms and legs were stretched out and tied to the apparatus. Eric crooked his arm around his neck, putting him in a choke hold. The room started to go black and just before he passed out he felt his mouth being opened.
He came to slowly. He tried to take in a deep breath of air but something was blocking his throat. Something fleshy but firm. It was lodged in his mouth, moving back and forth rhythmically. It was a dick! There was a fucking cock in his mouth. He tried to move his head, twist it somehow, but his head was being held firmly in place while his face was being fucked. Oh shit, oh shit! The fucker's cock was like a leaky faucet and he could feel dick spooge pooling at the back of his throat. He started to gag and choke, but the thrusting hips didn't stop. He felt another hand on his throat, stroking back and forth, softly but firmly. Before he knew it he was swallowing against his will. Shit! He was swallowing cum!
"Noo.. uhnnnn..." he sputtered, trying not to swallow while at the same time trying to spit the cock out of his mouth.
Shane continued to rock back and forth, enjoying his ride on Jeff's handsome face. "Yeah..." he purred, as he continued to abuse Jeff's mouth. "Big fucking stud. Eat my meat, man! Suck it! Oh yeah..." Shane gave Jeff another hit off the open bottle and then took a hit for himself.
Jeff's ass cheeks were spread and he felt something warm, soft and wet flick over his pucker. It was Tony's tongue. "Ohhhh......!" Jeff cried out, the sound all but muffled by Shane's cock. He had never felt anything like this before! The tongue alternated between plunging itself forcefully into his asshole and lightly rimming him. Jeff could only moan and thrust his hips while Tony sucked and slurped away with abandon.
Suddenly Shane's thrusting sped up. He was moaning loudly. "Fuck man, I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna shoot!" He arched his back and let out a low gutteral groan and his dick began to unload into Jeff's mouth and down his throat. Jeff tried to close his throat but was unable to. Streams of warm jizz slid down his undulating throat.
As Shane was halfway through his orgasm, Greg slowly pulled him back. He grabbed Shane's spurting dick and aimed it at Jeff's face. Four bursts of cum shot all over Jeff's face, up his nostrils and in his eyes. His jaw dropped in shock. He couldn't believe that fucker Shane had just shot off in his mouth and then sprayed the rest all over his face! It was so humiliating. Cum ran out of his nostrils and dripped onto his lips and into his mouth. He wanted to throw up, but before he could even begin to wretch Shane moved to the side and Greg took his place. Jeff briefly saw Eric and Steve standing behind Greg, their pants and underwear around their knees, stroking their dicks and waiting their turn at his mouth. Then Greg took hold of Jeff's face and slipped his hard eight-inch cock into his mouth. He thrust his hips back and forth slowly, his balls slapping against Jeff's chin. He put one hand on the back of Jeff's head and stroked his throat with the other.
Meanwhile Tony was working away at Jeff's asshole, gradually loosening up the jock stud's tight hole. The more he licked and sucked the deeper his tongue probed.
Shane pulled his boxer briefs up and got down on all fours. He grabbed Jeff's dick and began to stroke it. He wrapped his mouth around the engorged head and sucked it like it was a lollipop. A nice big Charms blowpop. He jiggled and slapped Jeff's big balls with his other hand.
Jeff felt something on the side of his face. He peered out the corner of his eye and saw a big dick rubbing along his face. It was drooling its crud all over his face and hair. He tried to ignore what was happening to him but it was impossible. The humiliation kept creeping back to the forefront of his mind. But the mouth on his ass... doing things he never knew could be done... Fuck! Why was he getting turned on by it?! It felt great! Suddenly the tongue in his ass pulled out and he felt something smooth and firm take its place. It was the dildo, and it was being slid in and out of his slicked up hole. Back and forth. Back and forth. Suddenly it began to vibrate and Jeff lost it. His hips began to grind back and forth.
"Look at him go!"
"Come on, you fuckin' little Devil Dog!"
He tried to cry out but his mouth was still plugged up with cock. Big, fat, drooling cock. His own cock was twitching and throbbing and bobbing. Suddenly he started to cum again, spraying his jizz everywhere. The hand slapping at his balls stopped and he felt a warm mouth close around one of his big nuts, sucking at it. Then someone grabbed at his nipples and began to twist and pull them again.
Greg started breathing faster and his thrusting increased. "Fuck... fuck... nnnmmmhhhhnnn...." His dick shot its load into Jeff's mouth. Seven bursts of cum were dumped down Jeff's throat before Greg pulled out. Another shot of whisky was placed to his lips and Jeff swallowed it, trying to rid his mouth of the taste of semen.
His head was turned upward and he found himself eye to eye with Steve. "It's my turn now, buddy," he said smiling. But instead of slipping his dick in Jeff's mouth, Steve reached back and pulled the vibrating dildo from Jeff's ass. Without even wiping it off, stuck it into Jeff's mouth. The buzzing tool rattled Jeff's teeth and pushed at the back of his throat, causing him to gag.
"Unnhh... mmmnnnhhhoooo..." Jeff moaned, trying to speak, as Steve slipped two fingers up his rectum and began moving it around in a wide circular motion, stretching his asshole back and forth. Then a third and fourth finger... all moving together, in and out, round and round. Jeff's eyes fluttered and his eyes rolled up. His jaw went slack and he sighed and moaned. Ohhhh.... the fingers in his ass were nudging at his prostate, sending spasms to course from his ass up to his head and back down to his twitching, dripping cock. That, along with the fingers flicking his now raw but still erect nipples and the mouth sucking his fat nuts was almost too much. "Uhhhnnnnn... nnnmmmm...."
"Go on... you fucking little whore," Steve said as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of Jeff's loosening ass, "tell me how good it feels." He pulled his fingers out, grabbed Jeff's hips, and plunged his hard dick into the winking, slicked up hole. Jeff's eyes widened in pain and he tried to scream, but it came out in grunts and sputters instead. The dildo was removed from his mouth, but before he could react Eric stepped forward and shoved his fat dripping dick down his throat.
Oh god, oh god, Jeff thought, his head spinning. He was being raped... fucked in the ass and mouth at the same time! He tried to move but couldn't. Steve and Eric were fucking him in tandem while Shane and Tony worked his tits, dick and balls. As Steve drove his cock deep into his ass, Eric shoved his dick further down his throat. Sweaty nut sacks bounced off his chin and ass, and his nostrils were being tickled by musky smelling pubic hairs. As it was, he could barely breathe with the fat cock plugging his throat.
"Hey Greg," Eric laughed, as he grabbed hold of Jeff's ears and gave his hips a thrust, "get a shot of this! Fuck handles!"
Greg was walking around with the video camera, taking in Jeff's rape from all angles, and he leaned in for a close up. "Smile for the camera now, you pretty bitch," Eric grunted as his back arched and he climaxed. His knees gave slightly as his hips bucked wildly, shooting stream after stream of his hot juice into Jeff's mouth, filling it until cum was drooling down the corners of his lips.
Eric pulled his dick out and stuck the dildo back in. He turned it on and let the buzzing tool bounce against the back of Jeff's throat, fucking in and out. He put his wet mouth to Jeff's ear and whispered in a low, nasty voice. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like that? In the Marines? Yeah.... I bet you were nothing but a cum dump from the day you signed up. A big boy like you... yeah... acting all straight with the chicks, but giving it up like a whore to all the boys." He flicked his long tongue into Jeff's ear and swirled it around for a few minutes and then stood up. "Mmmm... I'm ready for more... How about you?" He set the dildo aside and slid his hard dick back into Jeff's mouth. He began to thrust his hips back and forth once again.
Meanwhile Steve was still going at it, hands on Jeff's hips, his dick grinding deep into his tight hairy ass. His thrusts were as long as they were deep, and he pumped his hips slow and steady like pistons. "Mmmm... you're quite a ride, cunt," Steve groaned. "I bet you've been ridden a lot, haven't you? Do you always play so hard to get?"
Between the drugs, the whisky, and the poppers, Jeff's mind was floating in a haze. But he could understand what they were saying and he knew what was happening was no dream. He could feel Steve's big dick ramming up into his ass and he knew he had swallowed several loads of cum. Why had he even come into this place? What was going to happen to him next? He'd heard of guys being raped before, but thought it only happened to weaklings or to guys in prison. Never once did he think that a big guy like him could ever be in this position. He felt the thrusting in his ass speed up and suddenly he felt his bowels being filled with a warm thick fluid. Oh shit! The fag just came in his ass and he wasn't wearing a condom! He felt the cum dripping from his asshole and down his leg. The dick pulled out and another one took its place. The thrusting and pumping started all over again.
After what seemed like hours, the attack was finally over. Jeff was lying on the floor in a naked heap. Cum dripped from his mouth, nose, ears and ass. He could barely move. But he had to piss badly. "Nnnhhh.... " he moaned, struggling to form words with his abused mouth. "Gotta piss... "
"Sure buddy, no problem," Steve said. "The bathroom's right in there."
With a great effort, Jeff hauled himself to his hands and knees and crawled toward the bathroom. His dick was still hard and bobbed up and down, slapping his stomach. It was leaking long thin strands of cum. His fat sweaty balls swung from side to side like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. The guys whooped and hollered, slapping at his ass and nut sack as he staggered by.
When he finally reached the bathroom he looked around. It was more of a shower room. There were a wall urinal, a stall and four portable showerheads mounted on a wall. There were no shower curtains or dividers between them. Worse yet, there was no door. He'd have to piss in front of the guys. Ever since he could remember Jeff had had a hard time going to the bathroom with someone present. He could barely even do it if he was in a stall. He turned back to look at the guys with a pleading look on his face.
"Go ahead," Eric said. "No one's stopping you."
Jeff managed to make his way to the urinal and tried to stand but he was too woozy. He tried to stand again but couldn't. "Oh, shit... " he said quietly, shaking his head. But he had to go too badly and couldn't hold it. All the booze he'd drank earlier in the evening had caught up with him. He looked down and, screwing up his face, began to piss. A long yellow stream of piss shot from his hard dick, spraying all over the floor, the toilet, and himself. His ass began to sting... he had to take a shit... but he wasn't about to take a dump in front of all these guys. For almost a minute Jeff emptied his bladder, moaning and groaning loudly. Finally he finished. He was so tired that he couldn't move and stayed where he was, soaking in his own urine.
He heard laughter behind him and saw Steve and Eric out of the corner of his eye. They were in the bathroom door.
"You fucking pig!" Eric yelled, half-laughing, half-serious. "Can't you even use a toilet right?"
"You know," Steve said, "we should clean him up a bit before we take him out of here. Look at this." He inserted his finger into Jeff's ass and withdrew it. It was covered with fuck slime. He wiped it across Jeff's lips. "How about an enema, too?" Steve suggested, reaching into a cabinet and pulling out an enema kit.
"Great idea," Eric said, agreeing.
"What... what are you doing?" Jeff asked, looking up at the two men.
"You pissed all over yourself, buddy," Steve said. "We're just going to get you cleaned up. Would you like that?"
"Mmmmm...?"
"Here, let's go over here," Eric said as he and Steve helped Jeff to his feet, careful not to get their hands wet with his piss. They leaned him against the shower wall and grabbed a couple of towels. Wetting them down with warm water they wiped the piss from Jeff's legs.
"I'm gonna clean your dick and balls," Steve said, soaping up his hands and gently grasping Jeff's cock. He stroked the big cock, his fist sliding up and down the fat stalk, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He took his other hand and fiddled with Jeff's balls. Jeff just leaned back in the corner and spread his legs further, making no move to resist.
"That's right, my little gay boy," Steve said. "You know what you want, don't you?"
"Unnhhhnnn.... mmmmm...." Jeff moaned, sighing deeply.
Eric couldn't help smiling. "You know," he said, "we've shaved his chest, dick and balls. How about shaving his ass, too?"
"Yeah, let's do it," Steve said, still jacking away.
About a minute later Jeff's body started bucking and he arched his back. "Unnhh... fuckkk... yeahhhh...." he cried out as his dick spurted cum.
"Ah, you bastard!" Steve yelled as Jeff came. He aimed Jeff's dick up his chest but still caught some of it in his hand. He put it to Jeff's mouth. The drugged stud, not knowing what he was doing, swallowed it down.
"Okay now," Steve said to Jeff, pulling his slumped body out of the corner. "Be a good boy and get on your hands and knees." He took a can of shaving gel and squirted it all over Jeff's ass. Slowly, but firmly, began to rub the gel over his ass cheeks until it lathered. Then he ran his finger up and down Jeff's ass crack and slipped his thumb into his hole.
"Unnnhhh.... nnnoooooo... nooooo... " Jeff whimpered, squirming.
"Shhh.... don't move or you might get nicked," Eric said, running his fingers softly through Jeff's hair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of poppers. He opened the top and held it to Jeff's nose. "Here... take a nice big whiff of this."
Jeff took a slow deep breath. Eric looked at Steve and smiled. They didn't even have to ask twice. At Eric's urging Jeff took another hit and another until he was flying. Within a minute Steve had Jeff's ass shaved bare. He put the razor down and wiped his hands clean.
While Eric was keeping Jeff floating through the haze of poppers, Steve filled the large enema bag with warm water. He attached a six-foot hose to it and slid the over-sized nozzle up Jeff's ass.
"Fuucckkk..." Jeff cried out, his ass hole stretching to accommodate the nozzle. Eric gave him another snort of the poppers and his body relaxed. Steve finished inserting the hose into Jeff's ass and began to slowly squeeze the bag, pushing its contents up into Jeff's bowels. The warm water rushed into Jeff, and for a few seconds he felt nice and relaxed. But as the water completely filled his bowels he became uncomfortable and he started to squirm.
"Mmmnnhh... oooohhh..." he whimpered.
"Ohhh... hold it in just a little bit more, Jeff," Steve urged, sticking his thumb up Jeff's ass to keep the water in. "We have to make sure you get all clean inside."
They made him wait a few more minutes, just to torture him. Finally they maneuvered him, whining and moaning, to the toilet. They held his body about two feet above the rim and aimed his ass at the bowl.
"Okay, you can go now," Steve said, plucking his thumb out of Jeff's ass. It made a sound like a suction cup being pulled off a flat surface.
Jeff looked up, his face red in embarrassment. He bit his lower lip and his shoulders hunched. "Fffuuukkk.... shitttt... ooohhhhh... fuuucckkk!!!" he cried out as his ass flushed out the dirty water, forcing it out like a spray. It was full of the guys' cum and smelled terrible. Then, to Jeff's utter humiliation, he farted loudly a few times and suddenly began to shit. Fuck! Everything he'd eaten that day, lasagna and salad at lunch, steak and potato for dinner, slid out of his ass and into the bowl. He started to piss all over again and the guys had to jump out of the way of his out of control cock. They were laughing hysterically.
"Unnnnhhhh... mmmmnnnnhhhhhh..." Jeff groaned, relieved but embarrassed as hell. When he finally finished the guys lifted him to his feet. Eric wet a washcloth with warm water and wiped his ass clean. Once again Steve soaped up and washed his cock.
They brought him back into the room and sat him back on the table. His head nodded forward heavily.
"We need to get him out of here soon." Eric said, lifting one of Jeff's eyelids. "He's gonna come around in a couple of hours or so."
As Jeff drifted in and out of unconsciousness Eric slipped a metal cockring onto the base of his fat dick. Then he took a slim leather strap and, pulling his big balls downward, tied it around the sack. His eyes slid open just as another picture was taken. Steve and Eric helped him to his feet and slipped on his briefs, gently pulling them over his dick and balls. Because the cockring was keeping his dick hard, the front of his briefs were tented almost straight out and you could not only see his fat, cum-slicked balls, but also the leather strap and the silver cockring. He groaned as they groped his crotch and a smile crept across his face when Steve reached in and slid his finger up his ass.
"Oh yeah... " Eric purred. "You're liking that, aren't you? Here, have another whiff, buddy." He put the bottle to Jeff's nose and smiled as the dazed stud automatically inhaled in the aroma.
They gathered up Jeff's clothes and shoes and led him out through the back door and into the parking lot where a van was waiting. There was five teenagers in the alley outside the back door of the gay bar next door. They looked about 18 or 19 and they whistled and cat-called at the sight of the big stud being loaded into the side of the van, wearing nothing but tighty whities and a dazed look on his face...
To be continued ...
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Real life Simpsons
apparently the simpsons are going to do the whole real live simpsons in the intro tomorrow. I don't know if this is the clip they are going to use or if they are going to do their own thing. but this is hilarious.
I posted it before, but the simpsons made it relevent.
I posted it before, but the simpsons made it relevent.
Monster cock
ok, these boys have monster cocks. Not big cocks, not proud cocks. Monster cocks! I mean mnster byt he ffac that they could do some serious harm. Wow! its all I can do to keep my jaw from dislocating in anticipation.
Mark Dalton
Hey man, you found this pic of Mark Dalton with glasses on... I don't know why but it gets me major hot. The glasses on the meatman that is. I don't know what it is. Makes me think hes more human less plastic or something.Dudetube
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