This is neither 'Ambush Marketing', nor an 'Infringement' of ICC's 'Absolute Ownership' of the world of Cricket, and everything that goes with the Cricket World Cup. The use of the 2011 World Cup as a backdrop for this story is merely situational and indicates no infringement of their 'Ownership'; nor does it suggest any connection or relationship, express or implied, between the author and cricket's 'Lord Almighty', ICC.
Five young men in their mid twenties, five close friends.
Five successful young professionals, sophisticated aggressors - arrogant in their youthful exuberance and their newfound freedom and potent affluence.
Five self-assured adventurers, blatantly bumptious... callous seducers, salacious in their evil pursuit of self gratification and fresh 'conquests'.
Five Evil Abradants!
March 30th, 2011, the night of the second semi-final...
For the five friends it had been a heady one month and ten days... Meeting up each evening and pub hopping - the exciting buzz, the pulsating, throbbing ambiance, surrounded by an equally boisterous crowd of cricket fanatics, cheering Team India while guzzling gallons of beer. And then the late night discussions and number crunching, animated debates and deliberations...
With the Final Four decided, they had resolved that they had had enough of pubs and jostling crowds, they wanted to enjoy the semi-finals and the final in the spacious luxury of Vishal's pad... watch the final three matches on his super large plasma screen. And since he lived alone, there was the added advantage of no parental interference, or 'keep-it-down' hassles...
And with that last ball bowled, and the final wicket taken, the country had exploded in joyous jubilation with screaming and chanting fans spilling out onto the streets across towns, cities and villages... the night air rent by the sounds and coruscation of firecrackers - the beginning of a night long celebration.
The five had happily joined in, dancing away as strangers greeted and hugged each other... every face beaming.
The semi-final victory and the ultimate, much anticipated, entry to the final was climactic... and like after a post-orgasmic inanition, once the men returned to Vishal's pad from their mid-night street celebrations, Shekhar seemed to wake up, suddenly exclaiming, "Dude, this is incredible..."
But couldn't finish as Ayush cut in, "What's so incredible, dude, we knew India would reach the finals!"
"Not the finals, dude," Shekhar replied, the voice incredulous, "I mean a boy, a whole fucking month without a boy!"
"Oooh..." chorused Ayush, Vikram and Neil, grinning widely, but then, Neil adding, "Hell, yes, come to think of it, we haven't done anything but watch the matches!"
"Who stopped you?" observed Vishal, stretched out on the divan.
"Shit, man," Vikram groaned, "this bloody comes once in four years, so, how can we miss it!"
"Then why complain," Vishal answered, "once it's over, you can get all the boy pussy you want."
"Yeah, I know," Shekhar replied, "but this staying up late for the past month, and not a single pussy to fuck, is so fucking maddening! I bloody get horny after the rush of watching these matches..."
"Actually you're right, dude," Vikram joined in, "yeah, staying up late and then no boy to fuck is getting tough..."
"Hmm..." the others concurred, each suddenly becoming aware that in the past month they had been so passionately occupied with the cricket World Cup matches that they had stopped chatting or meeting up boys... that they had gone a whole month and a half without having fucked a single boy!
"And this final match," Neil added, "which we are going to win of course, needs to be properly celebrated!"
"With a night long fuck-fest, huh?" questioned Vishal, seeming disinterested in the discussion.
"No, seriously, can't we get some kids," Ayush wondered aloud, "you know, for the finals?"
"Yea, that'd be just cool..." Neil nodded.
"Where would we manage five willing boys, huh," Vikram wondered, "and that too, prepared for a group scene?"
"Ah, even one willing pussy would do!" Shekhar exclaimed in his desperation.
"One pussy for the five of us, huh?" Ayush asked, rolling his eyes, "Poor kid, he'll be wasted by the time we finish with him!"
"Pray, where will we get him, even one, huh?" Neil queried.
"Maybe I, um, just could arrange that..." Vishal suddenly stated.
"WHAT?!" the men exclaimed in unison, looking keenly at him.
Vishal just shrugged, carelessly nonchalant.
"You can? WOW!" exclaimed Ayush finally, unbelieving, the men crowding around him.
"Um, maybe..." Vishal responded with an enigmatic smile, mysterious.
"Hey, that would be simply super!" Neil exclaimed.
"Yay, let's make the World Cup Final a real memorable event!" Ayush grinned, already feeling the throbbing hardness in his shorts.
"Wait, where would you get a willing kid for the five of us, huh?" Shekhar asked, his crotch quickly swelling.
"Leave that to me guys," Vishal replied, his grin widening, "you just be sure to get here on the 2nd, and get the champagne!"
"Yep," Ayush grinned, "beer for the match, and champagne for the celebrations!"
"And lots of yummy grub to go!" added Vikram.
"Just gimme the boy, I want no food!" Neil announced, making the others roar... the joys of the recent victory suddenly enhanced by the promise of an orgiastic finale!
Gorgeously cute, and painfully shy, Sanjay (Sanju to family and friends), with his long-lashed dark eyes and unruly mop of dark curls, combined a bewitching blend of sweet, wide-eyed innocence and a charming awkwardness that never failed to captivate the casual onlooker, making them stare on in open admiration.
But this charming cuteness, this innocent vulnerability, had come at a cost... a terrible cost!
At eighteen, Sanju still looked embarrassingly like someone in his tweens. His shapeless, slim form, his small stature, and his smooth, glossy looks further adding to that illusion... making him acutely conscious of his own terrible deficiencies, and leaving him excruciatingly bashful and timid.
Having already gone through the usual pangs of growing up - those innumerable questions, the unanswered doubts, and the muddle of unsubstantiated myths, misinformation and crazy paranoia that typically haunt the average teenage boy - when the much anticipated puberty ultimately failed to visit him, he had been left devastated; utterly befuddled and totally traumatised.
While his friends, peers and even younger cousins had surged ahead, each proudly flaunting those unmistakable signs of their young manhood, Sanjay had, unfortunately, remained inexplicably stuck in his asexual boyhood - his cheeks as bare and glossy as a baby's bottom, the upper lip still without the slightest hint of a shadow... His voice remaining embarrassingly immature, and childishly shrill... And even worse, he was completely bare and distressingly small down there - though thankfully, it was one place that the others couldn't see!
Though unchanging and under-developed, yet one part of his anatomy seemed to blossom - his young buttocks - growing large and rounded... taking on a well-formed shape... full and firm... drawing a lot of unwanted attention that made him agonisingly self-conscious, blushing furiously as he noticed the appreciative stares!
A couple months after his seventeenth birthday there had been that first hint of a pubic fluff, a fine down, almost imperceptible... but the appendage itself remained frustratingly slim and small... and then, nothing! He remained that way for the rest of the year, hovering precariously on the threshold of manhood, yet refusing to cross over... unchanging... His body as shapeless as before, and the expected teen muscles still as flaccid as a wet dishrag. His arms and legs still smooth as ever, and his underarms without the slightest hint of hair... His chin and upper lip still totally bare!
But along with that puberulent fuzz, though subtle, there came another horrifying new problem - the sudden, unexplained and spontaneous erections - erections that appeared at the most inappropriate of times, and at the most inopportune moments - leaving him constantly red-faced and mortified; squirming in uncomfortable embarrassment as he tried to make the tiny lump in his pants as inconspicuous as possible. And though it was a sign that everything was finally functioning normally, it left Sanju totally raddled, making him wonder if something had gone terribly wrong... whether he had lost complete control over his own body!
Tormented - yet too shamed and confused to confide, and too bashful to ask - Sanju desperately trolled the net, trying to gather as much information as he could on the subject of delayed puberty, and undeveloped genitals... gawking longingly at those illustrative graphics and colourful pictures, feeling an exciting shudder course through his delicate frame as he stared on... almost unbelieving.
And as often happens, one thing leading to another, Sanju was soon seeking out more pictures of naked men and the male genitalia... serendipitously stumbling upon the innumerable sites offering even more explicit photographs of men engaged in the blatant acts of sexual intercourse...
Totally mystified, and horribly aroused (his miserably tiny, three-inch pecker all hard and rigid), Sanju suddenly, desperately, wanted men... Wanting to be with them... Be taken the way those young boys were taken in the pictures... Be loved and made love to... Try out all those terribly exciting acts of coitus... Writhe and thrash under the virile, sexy hunks, like he saw the boys do in the photographs... The virtuoso strokes of his mental brush creating salaciously vivid impressions as it painted masterful imagery in the gallery of his mind.
But quickly realising that though he was too old for toys, yet, he was still too young for... well, men. And that brought his mind back to where he had started... his peculiar predicament - his missed puberty!
Oh, life could be so fucking frustrating!
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
Then the weekend after his eighteenth birthday a lot of things happened, all at once...
On a quiet Saturday afternoon, 12th February, after mustering enough courage, Sanju had gone online and registered with one of the more popular, free gay dating community... An ignorant novice, truthfully and honestly typing in all the information, utterly unaware of the faceless realities of the anonymous internet.
He had barely completed the process when a message popped up on his screen, 'Got a pic?', making his pulse race like a freight train.
With slamming heart, and fingers that refused to stop shaking, he typed in his answer - 'Yes'.
'Show,' came the brief command, and docilely Sanju attach his most recent photo.
'You eighteen?' was the next question, incredulous.
'Yes,' Sanju replied.
Sanju hesitated... uncertain...
'Okay, bye,' was the cryptic message, making Sanju quickly type in his mobile number, terrified that he'd miss out on this, his first chance.
'Where are you?'
Sanju mentioned his neighbourhood.
'Yes' Sanjay replied, his bladder almost bursting with nervous excitement, his cock throbbing hotly.
'Fine,' replied the man, mentioning the name of a mall very close to where Sanju lived - 'meet me in the parking lot, fifteen minutes.'
And that was it...
Scribbling down a short note for his mother, Sanju mounted his bike and sailed down the quiet, tree-lined lane... his heart slamming wildly.
And as he skidded to a stop near the entrance to the parking lot he suddenly realised that he hadn't asked the man for a picture, or even his mobile number... hadn't dared to, wondering how he'd recognise him in a crowd of strangers...
Hopping off his bike, he looked around, still wondering, when he saw a young man approach him...
Tall, masculine and ruggedly handsome... nattily clad in a pair of fashionably torn jeans and a full-sleeved, loose tee that didn't quite conceal his fabulously virile physique... artfully accessorised. The man was everything that Sanju had ever imagined, had dreamt of - a Greek god of the wettest dream...
"Sanjay!" the man smiled, coming close, "I'm Vishal."
Sanjay went on staring... his whole body buzzing with a weird tingle, his knees wobbly, nodding dumbly as he steadied himself against his bicycle.
"So, wanna go, or remain standing here, staring at each other?" Vishal asked with a grin, making Sanjay go red in the face.
Quickly wheeling his bike to a corner and locking it, he turned around, rejoining Vishal.
They drove off in Vishal's spanking new, extravagantly accessorised SUV... out of town, beyond the suburbs... and then pulling over along a lonely stretch of a side road off the main highway, Vishal cut the engine.
"So..." the man said, turning to look at the boy.
Sanju gulped, still and unmoving, petrified... eyes focused vacantly ahead, listening to his heart thump away, his hands clammy with nervous apprehension... Wondering why Vishal had got him there and not taken him home... Was it that the man didn't like him and therefore wasn't interested? Oh, the terrible thoughts flashed through his whirring mind, making him squirm uncomfortably in his seat... but then, he could think no more, for at that moment he felt the touch... the manly touch of Vishal's hand... the back of the man's fingers caressing his smooth cheek...
"You don't shave?!" the man asked, sounding amused.
Sanju felt himself tense... his body going taut as his miserable little cock shrunk even further... his ears burning hotly with his secret shame.
"This your first time?" Vishal asked again... and suddenly the fingers weren't caressing his face anymore, but gripping him instead, digging into his cheeks... turning his face around, forcing him to look at the man... "Look at me when I'm talking," he said, "and answer my questions."
Sanju gulped, his eyes wide with terror, and lust... the face flushed.
"Scared?" Vishal asked, still holding the face.. and then the fingers were digging in once more at the continued silence.
Sanju began to nod, and then quickly shook his head in reply, and even before he could collect his wits, and steady his nerves, Vishal leaned forward, kissing him on the mouth... the tongue licking over his quivering lips... sharp teeth biting into that luscious, juicy lower lip.
Sanju moaned in response, his body going limp, but his cock suddenly awake, twitching violently as a sudden gush of pre-cum escaped through the tiny slit... making him wonder if it was cum... if he had finally ejaculated, something that had never happened before!
Vishal cupped his face with both hands now, pulling him closer, crushing his mouth, kissing him with passion, the tongue forcing the lips apart before slipping in... creating a whole new sensation in Sanju's young body, making him to reach up and grab those broad shoulders... moaning into the mouth.
Pulling back, Vishal looked down at the boy and then reaching out pulled off the tee... exposing the smooth, baby soft torso... his strong, masculine hands roving... caressing and fondling... tweaking the engorged boy nipples, lowering his face to lick and nibble at them... making Sanju whimper with desire, his flesh breaking out in goosebumps... his body wracked by an uncontrollable shudder...
"You really eighteen?" Vishal asked once more, pulling back.
"Yes," he meekly whispered, barely audible, and then nodded his head for emphasis.
Vishal reached in, caressing Sanju's thigh... moving up to linger over the crotch, patting, "Take these off."
'WHAT?!' Sanju wondered with horror, suddenly extra nervous... 'Get naked out here, beside a public road?' What if other cars came by... what if people saw them... saw what they were doing?! Sanju could die of shame... but then, he didn't dare to disappoint the man, question him... afraid that it would anger Vishal, and make him lose his one and only chance at experiencing what he had been dying for, over the past year...
Slowly, with shaking fingers he reached lower... undoing the belt buckle and button... lowering the zipper... and then he paused, looking up at Vishal for a brief moment, his eyes pleading...
But the man simply looked back at him, unmoved... waiting.
Taking a deep breath Sanju finally raised his ass off the seat and lowered his jeans... along with the soaked brief, baring himself... Releasing his shamefully tiny, three inch erect cock to spring out with unbridled glee... raising its pre-cum drenched, glistening head high, the ruddy glans already exposed by the partly retracted foreskin...
His ears were buzzing, but he could still hear the amused chuckle as Vishal took in his prepubescent, bare pubes, making Sanjay look up, shivering and red-faced... apprehensive that the man would no longer be interested in him.
But Vishal smiled, sitting back and spreading his thighs wide, flaunting his denim covered manly ware...
Drawn irresistibly, Sanjay's eyes lowered... riveted to the spot between the man's legs... staring on in unconcealed lust, and unashamed hunger.
"Go ahead, feel him," Vishal offered, and when Sanjay did nothing, grabbed his hand and placed it on the frightfully large bulge, making Sanjay gasp as he felt the hugeness of the appendage, sensing the intense heat under the fabric...
"Take him out," Vishal commanded.
Sanju nearly cried out, thrilled yet terrified... but he could do nothing, absolutely nothing... his body and senses frozen. And the hand just lay there, on that throbbing hardness.
Vishal's hand covered his, moving it along the fearfully long shaft... his other hand grabbing the boy's face, forcing him to look up, "Now listen boy, you've denied yourself for too long and you need help," he said, "I'm gonna help you!"
And then it was all a blur... Vishal undoing the zip and pulling off the jeans... exposing himself before the glazed eyes of the shivering boy... taking his hand once more, to wrap it around the thick phallus... guiding him as they stroked its immense length... Holding his head as he fed the quivering boy his glorious manhood, slow and gentle... Tugging Sanju's jeans all the way down, and off... the strong fingers confident as they groped and kneaded... Sliding into the deep cleft of Sanju's buttocks... searching... before locating and nudging at the tiny, hairless orifice.
Then he was reaching into the glove compartment, extracting a tube... and once more his hands were back on Sanju's butt... fingers parting the cheeks, greasing him... determined digits sliding smoothly in and out, stretching the virgin boy hole... making Sanjay whimper and cry out in lust, and want... before bodily lifting him up and sitting him down on his lap, slowly impaling him...
Sanju was weak and insensate when Vishal finally stopped his furious hunching and lifting up the boy, disengaged, pulling out. Sanjay felt the rush of the fluid as Vishal's man-seed came gushing out of his crazily twitching anus... coating his ass cheeks and rolling down his thighs...
And then Vishal was pushing back the seat, crawling over, tugging the boy along... and within minutes Sanjay lay on the back seat, flat on his back, legs thrown over the broad shoulders, wide apart, Vishal hunched over him, jabbing at the obscenely yawning boy hole... piercing him... filling his boy belly once more with that humongous girth... igniting a flame deep in his gut and setting his soul ablaze.
Sanjay could just grunt and groan... gyrating and grinding his way towards that familiar finale... that excruciating dry spasm... But wonder-wonder, this time it wasn't dry anymore... his cock exploded... spewing a furious spoonful of watery goo, slimy and hot... making him black out!
Sanju could barely stand up when Vishal dropped him off at the mall, almost unable to walk straight as he limped, bowlegged, to his bicycle... feeling the double load slosh in his rectum... feel it leak out with each pulse of his twitching slit, coat his ass cheeks... But he didn't worry... he didn't care... for, even that felt erotically thrilling and naughtily arousing; besides, he could only think of what the man had said while dropping him off - "You're cute, and I like you. Tomorrow, same time, meet me here!" thrilling Sanjay.
He had barely slept that night - both with the excitement of the encounter, and the promise of the next day... and of course, the dull, continuous ache in his ravaged bottom...
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
The following Friday afternoon, 18th February, Vishal called, asking him to come over to the mall. They had once more driven out of town and the man had fucked him thrice, in the back seat... and even fed him his cum, once, before dropping him off late in the evening, weak and wobbly, but very happy!
Sanju impatiently waited for Vishal's call that Saturday afternoon, and Sunday, sure that the man would call again, ask him over... but no call came through... Vishal never called.
Three days later Sanju saw the change... looking down at himself he noticed the almost invisible down suddenly darker... and... and... there were also a few strands of hair around the base of his penis - real, proper hair... longer and straggly... not a fuzz!
He nearly fainted with excitement as his heart went on a rampage, beating furiously... He squealed, tugging at the tiny strands, almost unbelieving. This was a miracle... a marvelous, wonderful occurrence, and he was absolutely certain that this miraculous transformation had been a gift from Vishal... had been brought about by the infusion of the virile seed of that man, that potent semen that Vishal had fed him, had pumped up his rectum... that had finally triggered his much delayed puberty... had supplied his body with the required hormones that he needed to kick-start the metamorphosis - from boy to man.
And more importantly, his cock now seemed curiously larger... and as he stroked himself, he felt it surge, the appendage quickly growing in his hand, oh, so much longer... and thicker!
He would finally have his pubes... and a decent man-sized cock... Sanjay was Ecstatic! He could drop down on his knees and kiss the man's feet in gratitude... Vishal had finally made him a Man!
He could hardly wait, wait to share the news, share his pride at becoming an adult, a real adult... and who better than the person himself, Vishal!
Quickly checking his call list he called back the number that Vishal had called from the previous Friday... and after the seventh ring a strange voice answered, "Yes!"
"Um, ah..." Sanju hesitated, "is... is this... er, Vishal?"
"This is a public phone," the voice snapped, disconnecting.
And though Sanju waited, Vishal never called...
He fretted, and he worried... passing each day in hope, and crying himself to sleep each night. He didn't understand the silence, and that pained him... The last time had been fantastic, the man had fucked him thrice and even made him swallow his cum, and Sanju had never complained about anything, never protested... Then why had Vishal forsaken him?!
The ecstatic joy of his manhood, now shattered by the rejection of the one man that he had come to love insanely.
Oh, the innocence of youth, and the follies of perception... The intense adolescent desire to be desired intensely... Lust getting confused with love in that magical moment of the first look, the first touch... the first kiss...
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
And then, on the 31st of March, after nearly a month and a half, Vishal called, finally!
He wanted Sanjay to meet him, on the 2nd of April. They would watch the ICC World Cup final, together... and then celebrate... all night!
Sanjay didn't know what to feel... Vishal had called... had called to invite him over... and that was all, nothing else mattered! He didn't care much about cricket, but with Vishal he was willing to do anything, absolutely anything the man wanted... Anything to have Vishal back! And no, it wouldn't be the car this time, Vishal was asking him over, to his house... and they would be doing it in the privacy of a room... in a real bed... Just the two of them!
April 2nd, 2011, the night of the Cricket World Cup final...
Young Sanju was in a tearing hurry as he peddled with demonic fury, whizzing down the relatively empty lane. Vishal had asked him to be at the mall by 1.30 pm, and he didn't want to be late for the meeting, especially since Vishal had finally called after over a month... Not only called, but had asked him over for the night - a whole night at his place! Doing... doing... oh, God... his heart slammed with excitement, and his pulse raced... he could feel the maddening throb in his brief... feel the sticky wetness there...
He had hardly slept the past two nights... too excited to relax, but managing to keep a straight face, and his plans of going away for the night a 'secret' till the very last minute, telling his mother only on the 2nd, over the early lunch that he had insisted on...
"Cricket?!" she had exclaimed in amused wonder, her eyebrows high, making Sanju squirmed in his chair. "You never bother about it, didn't watch even a single match!"
"But... but the guys are meeting up," he lied through his teeth, "and they wanted me to..." before trailing off.
He had told her that his friends had planned this... They'd meet up for the match, have dinner and then celebrate... after the match, um, maybe watch a few movies... He'd be back the next afternoon. But he hadn't mentioned any names, just 'friends'... praying that she wouldn't pry, ask too many uncomfortable questions.
She smiled, "Sure, go ahead, and have a nice time!"
He was relieved and before she could add anything else, or ask any further details... names, for example... he left the table and ran up to his room.
He was panting as he skidded to a halt in front of the parking lot, jumping off and wheeling in... and as he looked up he saw Vishal's car pulling in.
"Ready for tonight?" asked Vishal with a lopsided grin, opening the passenger door.
Sanjay nodded as he got in and snapped the seat belt, surreptitiously eyeing Vishal's crotch.
"Let's go then," Vishal said, revving up and driving away.
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
The hall was large and totally bare, except for a divan and a large, wall mounted TV screen... the floor littered with about half a dozen thick rugs... with cushions and bolsters, large and small.
Vishal wrapped his arms around Sanju the moment the door closed, pulling him close and kissing him... the tongue licking those luscious teen lips, prying them apart... slipping in... working its magic... and the boy just melted, moaning as he clung to the man, kissing back, suddenly not shy anymore!
He felt Vishal's strong hands grab his buttocks, kneading the twin globes through the denim... fingers tracing along the seam of the seat... reaching under and parting his thighs, lifting him off the floor. Sanjay gasped, hanging on desperately... in the throes of an unmindful arousal, rubbing his rigid teen cock against the man's flat abdomen... suddenly bold as he tentatively reached down with one hand... seeking that magnificent hardness, Vishal's manhood... Wanting to touch, touch that fabulous phallus... feel that heat... Reassure himself that this wasn't some weird dream, but real!
"Uh-uh, not yet," Vishal grinned, breaking the kiss and pulling back, setting the boy down. "First we enjoy the match, and then, after the game..." he smiled, the eyes twinkling, leaving the sentence incomplete as he patted the boy's butt.
Sanju looked up in disappointment, his eyes pleading... yet too timid to demand, too coy to initiate.
"Sit down," Vishal said, leading him to the couch, "and what would you like, a coke, some chips?"
Sanju shook his head.
"I still prefer an answer to my questions, not a silent nod or a shake of the head," Vishal said, sitting down beside him and flipping on the TV, sending a shiver up the teen's spine as he patted his thigh.
"I, um, I just had my lunch," Sanju mumbled, his eyes lowering to settle on that tempting mound between Vishal's thighs.
The usual pre-match analysis and expert commentaries were on, with probably just a few more minutes remaining before the match. But Sanju wasn't interested in any of that educated opinions, nor even the match itself... his eyes remaining focussed between the man's legs, sorely tempted to reach out... touch and fondle that lovely cock... the cock that had given him so much pleasure. See it, and play with it...
Though still new to sex, he had already developed incredible ideas of his own... of what he wanted to do, and what he wanted to be done, no doubt, inspired by the obscene pictures he had seen on the net earlier, during his search for information. Yes, he was still shy, but no longer a novice , besides, this was his fourth encounter with Vishal... and he felt confident enough to try them out... surprise Vishal, and please him.
This time he would undo the zip and take it out (without Vishal having to instruct him, or take his hand to make him do it)... wrap both his hands around that impossibly large shaft and caress and stroke it... and yes, without Vishal's help or prompting, kiss it, and lick it... from thick base to flared tip... and then suck the throbbing length... suck it till the man went crazy...
And this time he would strip himself, even before Vishal could command... and prance before the man... flaunt his newly acquired pubes, and his freshly enlarged genitals. Desperate to showoff the result of those three encounters in the car!
Oh, the ideas he had!
But Vishal didn't seem eager at all, simply smiling as he passed his arm around the boy and pulled him close. Well, if Vishal wouldn't allow him to touch... or was unwilling to do anything before the game, at least they could still cuddle, and Sanjay would content himself with that... and then, after the match...
The door bell rang with a loud and jarring note, intruding upon his thoughts.
Wondering who it could be - the postman perhaps - Sanjay heard Vishal open the door, and then the loud greetings - more than one voice - followed by some excited whispers... catching snatches of a few sentences here and a couple words there: the frantic - '... a quick one before...', the regretful - '... hardly any time for...', Vishal's fierce - 'pipe down, guys,' - unable to make any sense of it all, desperately praying it wasn't someone come to visit.
But his hopes were soon dashed as with a sinking heart he watched four men enter the room, almost gasping as he saw them - a veritable parade of the most desirable and stunningly gorgeous young men; men, who seemed to have just walked out of the pages of some glamour magazine... walked right off the ramp - macho and virile, exuding a raw sexual power that was terrifyingly arousing... yet, horribly unsettling. Each man seeming to excel the other - bearing cartons of beer and grocery bags that they carried into the kitchen.
And as he sat, dejected, he heard the soft whistles, even making out the distinctly excited: 'What a cutie-pie, are you absolutely sure about his age?', which invited an instantly fierce 'shhh...', and the reproachful hiss - '... freak 'im out before the game...', followed by a brief silence and then more whispering.
It was obvious that the men had come for the match, and would stay... Sanjay's eyes nearly brimming over with tears of frustration. Wondering in his naïf ignorance if Vishal too was equally disappointed by the unwelcome visit, and if so, then why didn't he just ask them to leave? After all, this was HIS house!
And as the men trooped out of the kitchen, Sanjay looked up... watching them walk over to where he sat, Vishal smiling down at him as he introduced the men, his friends... the names hardly registering as he gawped up at the smiling men, his mind a total blank, barely hearing any of the polite greetings, or courteous causeries... nodding away dumbly as he tried to smile back, his hands clammy.
With the introductions over, the men scattered around the room, sprawling out on the rugs with beer in hand, and bowls of munchies passing between them, absorbed in the happenings on the screen, keen with anticipation... nodding in acquiescence or disputing; a hush descending on the room as soon as the two captains came out onto the field for the toss... the silence broken by loud protestations at the unprecedented re-toss. And once the teams came out, the room transformed into an arena, the five men cheering... egging on the Indian bowlers and fielders... full of advice, and expert observations. Totally engrossed!
Sanjay sat slumped, completely uninterested... listlessly munching whatever Vishal passed him, refusing his offer of a beer with a nervous shake of his head... his mind constantly dwelling on what would now happen to their planned night together... and the cuddle and kiss that he had been expecting from Vishal while watching the match...
Ignorant in his innocence, and unaware of the evil plan the men had laid for him, his eyes flitted across the room - from one man to another - observing their perfectly chiselled bodies, so distinct under their short, clingy t-shirts and the low-rise, tight jeans; noting the sinewy muscles, seeing them flex as the men moved or changed position. Watching their boisterous reactions and listening to their vociferous roars of approval or discontent, but each time travelling back to Vishal sitting by his side... back to that tempting protuberance under the form fitting jeans.
And though the men seemed totally engrossed in the game, Sanjay noticed the glances... a lingering sort of look through the corner of their eyes... as if checking him out... appraising... smiling as they met Sanjay's eyes... making him miss a beat each time, blushing in coy embarrassment. He also noticed the quizzical look they were giving Vishal, between overs, an expectant, questioning look. Sanjay didn't understand it, and that made him curious, wondering if the men could guess... guess his purpose of being there. Wondering if his desire for men... for Vishal, was so obvious, to even these total strangers!
At the fall of the first wicket in the sixth over, as the room exploded with the combined roar of the five men, Vishal passed his arm around Sanjay's hunched shoulders and pulled him close, hugging him, their bodies touching... making Sanjay squirm in excited self-conscious discomfort, his pulse racing.
"Wanna touch, eh?" he heard Vishal's low whisper, making him go red in the face. Not only had Vishal caught his surreptitious glances, but had guessed his desperation! And as the new batsman walked out and took guard, Vishal took his hand and placed it between his thighs, on that distinct tumescence. Sanjay tried to pull away, totally shocked, and terribly embarrassed, afraid that the men would notice... but Vishal held his hand, rubbing it along the hot and pulsating length... his arm firm around the teen shoulder.
"Feel him, huh?" he whispered again, licking Sanjay's ear, "He's hard for you!" the moist tongue flicking its way along the helix... all the way down and then lightly nibbling the lobe... wrenching an involuntary moan out of the frozen boy's parted lips.
Thankfully the men didn't seem to hear it, and fortunately, Vishal soon pulled away, his attention back on the screen, back to the game... but his hand remained, holding Sanjay's palm pressed over his erection, his arm still tight around the boy, holding him close.
Through the remaining forty-four overs Sanjay sat that way - Vishal's arm firmly around him, and his hand between the man's blatantly spread thighs - force-fondling the magnificent hardness. Sweating in spite of the airconditioner, and shaken by a continuous tremor. His young heart thumping away as Vishal nuzzled, kissing and nibbling his cheek, and ear... and even his mouth... Wishing he could become invisible... vanish into thin air, each time the men turned to look at them.
Wasn't Vishal bothered? Didn't he care about what the men saw, what they thought?!
With the final ball of the fiftieth over bowled, as the teams left the field, Vishal flipped the TV off and passing his other arm around Sanjay, pulled him over, over him, his mouth covering the boy's... kissing him, sucking out his breath.
Sanjay's sibilant cry of passion reverberated in that silent room, and with shame he heard the soft snickers, shutting his eyes tight, shutting out the room, and the men.
For a brief moment he toyed with the idea of pulling away, but the struggle died as soon as he felt Vishal's hands reaching lower, grabbing and fondling his bubble teen butt... fingers sliding between his thighs... His legs parting automatically as his ass lifted high, seeking that touch.
The cackles were louder now, and he knew that the men were watching them, laughing at his horny desperation... but he didn't care, couldn't think straight any more, for Vishal's hands had snaked in, between them, and was undoing the buttons of his fly... sliding in, under the denim... inside the brief... determined hands on his bare ass cheeks... kneading the tingling flesh, igniting a fire in his soul. And it blazed with a scorching intensity, driving him wild... making him intolerably horny... making him groan and rotate his ass in shameless wantonness, pushing back as the fingers slid between the cheeks. His cock rigid and leaking.
"He's hot for action, dude!" he heard the wondrous exclamation, and the collective hoots.
Oh, Sanjay could have died of shame. His game was up... and now the whole damned world knew about him... knew that he was a shameless, horny slut... a bitch-boy dying to get fucked!
And as his moans got louder, and the gyrations of his hips wilder and more desperate, Vishal abruptly released him, pulling away his hands... but Sanjay couldn't move, remaining prone, still slumped over Vishal. His burning face buried in his lover turned nemesis' shoulder, too embarrassed to move, too shamed to get off Vishal and face the men.
Vishal took his face in his hands and lifted it up, "You want it now, huh?" he asked with a wicked grin, loud and clear, embarrassing him still further.
Sanjay remained mute, staring back at Vishal, the look beseeching. But either Vishal didn't understand, or didn't seem to care, kissing him softly on the mouth, adding, "I already told you, we'll do it after the game, all night!" and then rolling him off got up and went into the kitchen.
"Guys, grab something to eat before the game resumes!" Sanjay heard him holler, "and Sanju, what would you like?"
The poor, innocent boy just lay, the way Vishal had left him... sprawled out on the divan, his fly undone, the tight-whites on plain display, obscenely tented... staring up blankly at the men grinning down at him... shamed and mortified... his burning ears registering the ribald buzz, but his benumbed mind unable to decipher the individual words... The men, a mere mass of hazy apparition before his bleared vision.
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
It was a superb start for Sri Lanka, and India's first wicket was down without a single run scored!
The room instantly plunged into despondency... each man silent... no wisecracks and no more joshing. And then, six overs and thirty-one runs later came the ball that silenced a billion people across the country, the room almost resonating with the stillness. The cup seemed to be slipping out of the Indian hands once more, just like in 2003. And suddenly Sanjay was left all alone... no more the centre of attention as he had been moments ago, ever since Vishal had kissed him in front of the men.
But slowly the inning steadied, and the runs began to pile up... the drama gradually building as a few more wickets fell, and some firm partnerships were built... inching closer to that dream target. The night air outside beginning to resound with the intermittent claps of crackers, and with that final sixer by the captain of the Indian team sealing their victory, the country exploded in frenzied celebration!
The men in the room jumped up, screaming and shrieking... hugging each other as they drowned out the sound from the TV... and the roar from the streets outside.
Taking Sanjay by his hand Vishal pulled him up, lifting him in a bear hug, kissing him on the mouth. "My boy, my darling, precious boy," he said, thrilling Sanjay, making his heart slam with impeccant pride, "my lucky little Sanju!"
And as Vishal set him down, the men surrounded him, exclaiming, "Our boy!" with joyous glee, embracing him, each one of them... their hands around his shoulders and waist... and, on his butt... patting.
"Hey, let's uncork the champagne!" Ayush exclaimed.
"And get our lucky mascot ready for the celebrations!" added Shekhar, making Sanjay wonder who the 'lucky-mascot' was, and what was there to 'get ready' for?!
"Yea, let the celebrations begin!" proclaimed Neil.
Sanjay heard the loud 'pop', and almost instantly Vishal was by his side, "Here," offering a very large bottle, "you do the honours!"
"Um... er, I... uh, I..." Sanjay mumbled meekly. He didn't drink, had never tried even beer... had already refused when Vishal had offered earlier.
"C'mon, we just won the cup, dude!" Vishal grinned, "so celebrate, just one tiny sip!"
"Yeah, one sip!" encouraged the others, crowding around them.
Vishal took him in his arm, pulling him close, and then lifting the bottle held it against his quivering lips.
The smell was strong... and revolting to Sanjay's senses, but he really didn't want to disappoint Vishal, neither fail him, especially in front of his friends... parting his lips. Vishal tilted the bottle, pouring the fizzy, golden liquid into his mouth.
Sanjay gulped... feeling the warmth go down his throat, searing the passage.
Vishal grinned, "That's a good boy, one more!"
"Yeah," the men chanted, "one more!"
Sanjay gulped... and almost instantly felt the buzz... a benumbing, swarming feel that was both exhilarating and yet, scary...
Vishal took a swig, and the bottle passed from man to man... each taking a drink and soon it was back with Vishal, "Sanjay, baby, now your turn!"
The taste in his mouth was horrible... and he really didn't like it... but he just didn't have the heart to refuse Vishal, meekly tilting his head back as Vishal held the bottle up to his lips.
The buzz was stronger now, more pronounced... making him unsteady... and in that confused state he heard another 'pop', and Ayush was by his side, "One, for me," the man said, lifting the new bottle to his lips.
Suddenly nervous, Sanjay mewled, searching for Vishal in the crowd of strangers... his look beseeching, but Vishal just smiled back at him, jerking his head in encouragement.
Passing his arm around the boy's slender waist, Ayush pulled him closer, holding him tight, and Sanjay felt the warm breath against his face... felt the moist touch... Ayush's tongue slithering across his cheek... creeping closer... licking the corner of his mouth. Involuntarily his mouth opened and the man was kissing him... And with their mouth still joint together, Ayush brought the bottle closer, a third mouth joining in... tilting the bottle, pouring the champagne into both their mouth... the liquid gurgling and spilling over, dousing their chin...
There were hands all over him now - appreciative hands on his shoulders and his cheeks... hands tousling his raven curls, and groping his bubble, teen butt... Caressing and fondling, stroking and pawing... Crawling up, under his t-shirt, reaching for those tiny boy tits... tweaking them, making them hard.
"Nnngh..." Sanjay mewled, a host of conflicting emotions ravaging his young senses. He had wanted only Vishal... but having so many admiring hands on him, all at the same time, strange hands caressing and fondling... suddenly felt devilishly delicious, and disgracefully delightful. His own hands, which hung limply by his side, repeatedly brushing against the unmistakably aroused genitals of the men jostling around him.
And then, they were stripping him... tugging off his tee, and undoing the remaining buttons of his jeans... pulling them down, along with the pre-cum stained briefs, and off... leaving him completely naked... stark naked as the day he was born!
The men paused, moving back a few paces... staring on, bewitched.
He was scared, his delicately slim frame wracked by a lusty tremor as he stood shivering... his brazenly erect cock sticking out for all to see, flexing with lecherous arousal, shameless strands of slimy pre-cum leaking out of the twitching tip to dangle freely, smearing his thighs and shank. A terrified little fawn amidst a famished pack of ferocious wolves!
"Gosh, isn't he cute!" exclaimed Neil, ensorcelled.
"He's hot!" Shekhar said, nodding, completely mesmerised. And they were on him again... crowding around him, hands on his bare, smooth flesh...
Sanjay heard another 'pop', faint through the deafened haze of his senses, and magically a magnum appeared before his bleary eyes as the men pulled him down... laying him on the rug... a multitude of hands and mouth covering him... crawling all over his tender flesh... Kissing, licking and nibbling... Groping, fondling and tweaking... Pouring the chilled champagne all over, dousing him... and then lapping it up! His face, throat and hairless armpits... his heaving chest and the hollowed abdomen... down his thighs... Hands spreading his legs apart, wide apart... Grabbing at his teen sex, and stroking the turgid column... Cradling his tiny testicles, and cuddling the pair... Splashing his genitals with the bubbly - his sparse pubes and groin - and then lapping it up with the most obscenely noisy slurps...
Four pairs of hands, and four tongue... making his whole body tingle with an erotic thrill, making him thrash and groan... his slender body twisting and turning as his fingers clawed at the rug... his hips strutting up in the mindless ecstatic agony of sexual arousal!
And there was that constant buzz of words... an incomprehensible susurration to Sanju's benumbed senses... yet distinctly lewd and lecherous in their detailed suggestiveness.
This was something incredible... something that Sanjay had never experienced before, in his entire young life, ever! He was like a gazelle, overwhelmed, and brutally hunted down by some swift running predator, and now her cubs were feasting on him... Vishal had snared him, and now his friends were gleefully banqueting!
"Nnngh..." he writhed, and he whimpered, his mind on the verge of shutting down from an overload of sensation - too many hands... too many mouth... too much stimulus.
But unknown to the young boy this was just the beginning, and there was a lot more to come... and much more to experience before the night had ended...
The hands flipped him over, and he felt the champagne being poured - from the nape of his neck, down to the small of his back - the tongue once more lapping up the liquid before it could spill over... hands reaching for and kneading the quivering globes... massaging his thighs... spreading them wide as curious fingers pried open the cheeks, exposing him...
Sanjay heard the appreciative whistles, and wondrous gasps... shuddering as he felt the intimate touch of exploratory fingers creeping in, along the cleavage, deep in, circling his tightly clenched opening... He moaned, his pelvis lifting off the rug, his ass pushing out, totally shamed and embarrassed to have so many eyes peeking at his most private orifice... have so many hands touch him there, handle him in so salacious a manner... And yet, horribly titillated, astonishingly wanton, his moans growing progressively louder, and his hunches more desperate.
The men pulled him up, on his hands and knees... the hands and mouth back on him... kissing, nibbling and licking... forcing his thighs apart and reaching between them... grabbing his painfully hard cock.... stroking it. Other fingers spread his cheeks apart once more, holding them... and he felt the icy touch of the chilled champagne... trickling down into the deep cleft of his buttocks... the tongue following... lapping up the dribbling fizz...
But wait, there was more than just one mouth, no... more than just a pair of tongue... lapping... lapping along the entire length, from the base of his spine, right down to the hairless perineum... up and down... up and down...
Sanjay bucked, and he swayed... shuddering as he threw his head back and cried out - a wail of unbridled lust... a plea to be taken!
"Bring him here," he heard Vishal's strained voice coming from a distance, above the chatter and the slurps of the men.
But no one seemed to care, evidently not inclined to comply with Vishal's unwelcome interruption to their pleasure.
Almost instantly Vishal was towering over them, already naked and sporting a ferocious hardon, roughly pushing the men away as he grabbed Sanjay and pulled him up...
"Hey, hey, hey..." the men protested, indignant; outraged at the rude intrusion. But Vishal didn't bother, lifting the boy and carrying him over to the divan... a tiny, quivering doll, in the giant arms of a lusty hunk.
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
In spite of his spinning head, and his buzzing senses, it became obvious to Sanjay that Vishal was planning to fuck him right there, on the couch... right in front of all the men! Oh, the shame of it, he simply couldn't imagine how Vishal could do it... and all the while he had been dreaming that this time it would be in a room... in private. It shamed him, and yet, filled him with a weird lecherous wantonness!
Throwing the boy down on the couch Vishal climbed over, his mouth savage as it covered Sanjay's, kissing him with a ferocity that left the boy gasping, clinging onto the broad shoulders, his gut already in turmoil... flexing furiously in anticipation. And as he felt Vishal's hand between his thighs... searching for his hole... he parted them wide, lifting his legs high in shameless invitation, moaning into the man's mouth.
Vishal was famished, had been so for a month now... and having the boy's soft hand caress his raging cock all through the game, then watching his mates get him moaning and thrashing had been enough. He reached for the tube of lube that he had already brought, while the men were still working on the boy, and unsnapping the cap placed the nozzle over the whimpering boy's twitching slit, squeezing out the cool gel before flinging it away... impatient fingers smearing and greasing the tiny orifice... forcing their way into that tight hole, rotating as they loosened him up.
And then, grabbing himself, rammed in...
Sanjay's mouth flew open at the shock of the forceful entry, the cry a full-throated wail... his fingers digging into Vishal's shoulders as his ass lifted high in a desperate bid to align his passage for a smoother entry.
Starved, the moist heat and the suffocating clutch of the boy's ravenous colon felt incredibly welcoming, and Vishal applied greater force... mercilessly tearing into the delicate innards... sinking deeper... going higher... filling Sanjay's convulsing belly with his monstrous girth... And once he had accomplished his goal, he grabbed the slender waist and swiftly rolled over, still joined, his lengthy cock firmly embedded, trapped by the boy's constricted sigmoid flexure... lying flat on his back... the boy, a quivering mass of horny teen flesh slouched over him... panting and squealing.
Holding the slim waist in a firm grip, slightly raise, Vishal lunged up, fucking the boy with a tremendous power... ruthlessly ferocious. Sending his fiercely rigid shaft ripping into the boy's bucking tail... brutal and unmerciful, the tender teen body rocked and tossed like a ship on high seas. Sanjay digging his fingers in the man's flexing arms, gripping tight... his eyes shut tight, the nostrils flared... his mouth open, drooling...
The cock seemed unbelievably enormous in his ass... immensely huge... and it was reaching deeper, and higher... touching areas that he didn't even know existed, creating an amazing range of new sensation in his stomach... making him shudder as he slumped forward, burying his face in Vishal's shoulder, gasping and moaning away, his total consciousness centred around his impossibly stretched ass hole, the watching men almost forgotten.
Time ceased to exist for both of them as they copulated on the couch... the only reality being those full length plunge into the seething cauldron of boy flesh... both bodies twisting and turning... jerking and writhing... the room resonating with their combined growls and whimpers, and the obscene slap of flesh on flesh.
Well, how much can horny young men take, and for how long?
Over a month without boys... followed by the orgasmic thrill of victory... and as they had begun working their way up to a fulfilling finale, Vishal had rudely interrupted... taking away the boy!
Now, watching them mate like wild dogs in heat... watching the boy buck like a hyperventilated bronco, slumped over their friend... listening to their lusty cries, the men could hold back no longer, wait no more... slowly shedding their clothes as they converged around the divan... each man stroking his bursting erection... desperately impatient... horribly horny.
Notwithstanding the searing heat tearing up his ass... in spite of the tremendous roar of pleasure Vishal's rampaging cock was creating in his young body, Sanjay sensed the presence... felt the couch heave... quickly realising that the men had joined them. And suddenly there was that familiar touch... the touch of many hands.
Hands gliding over his shoulders, arms and back... caressing, reaching lower... groping his buttocks, fondling the fleshy mounds... once more parting the cheeks as fingers crept in... Sliding along the deep cleft... touching the point where he was carnally joined with Vishal, circling around the pumping cock, round his fiercely stretched boi-pussy... Poking at his stuffed orifice, as if trying to enter... enter and join Vishal's cock in his colon!
Sanjay whimpered, utterly shamed, yet insanely aroused, quickly realising that there would be nothing 'private' that night... the men wouldn't leave him alone, would constantly be around him. Everything collective, everything common... it would to be a night of shared love!
He shuddered at the realisation, and an involuntary moan escaped his open mouth... nervous, yet tempted, suddenly curious as he blinked, slowly opening his eyes, staring up in awe... beholding four supremely sculpted male forms, completely naked... powerfully masculine and devastatingly desirable.
His mouth going bone dry as he looked on in horrified amazement... seeing those engorged phalluses... each terrifyingly large... and frighteningly rigid. The lush, dark pubes primped and preened, perfectly trimmed and flawlessly shaped. Suddenly scared, his heart slamming wildly at all the possibilities that the night would spawn!
The hands grabbed his shoulders, and passed under his arms... pulling him up into a sitting position... teeth biting into his shoulders and arms... nibbling his ears. Moist tongue slithering down his spine... licking his taut nipples... biting the engorged boy-tits. Hands crawling all over him - petting him, titillating him... taking his throbbing erection in a firm grip and jerking him... driving him wild.
"You like it, huh, like a hard dick up your ass?" someone whispered close to his ears.
Sanjay whimpered, his face red with embarrassment... the vestiges of shame making one last-ditch, desperate attempt to cling on... remaining silent; and immediately he felt the resounding smack as Vishal slapped his rump, "Answer his question!"
Sanjay nodded, hissing a soft, "Ye... yes..." sure that that's what the men wanted to hear; knowing that that was also the truth, the absolute truth!
"And you love to suck cock, eh?"
Sanjay nodded once more, "Yes..." the voice timid, strained.
"Love guys fondling you, huh?" asked another voice.
"Yes..." the boy nodded again.
"Bitch-boy!" the voice pronounced as Sanjay felt the scorching heat brush against his cheek... moving towards his mouth, "Now, here's one for your mouth!"
He stared, helpless, quaking from head to foot... his eyes almost falling off their sockets as he saw the monstrous appendage. Shekhar's cock was as large as Vishal's, the swollen veins visibly throbbing along the taut length of the bloated organ. The balls absolutely enormous, encased in their fleshy, leathery pouch... dangling like a pair of heavy carillon between the powerful, manly thighs.
"Suck it, dude, suck it!" he heard the encouraging whispers all around him, urging him... the hands on his head turning his face.
He didn't know what in the world to do... this was more than he had bargained for... way beyond his wildest dreams... but he couldn't think no more as Vishal gave a brutal lunge, commanding, "Suck it!" making Sanjay quickly open his mouth wide... taking Shekhar in!
His jaws dropped... almost to the point of dislocation... the large head sliding into his throat, almost choking him... making him gasp for air.
"You really like it, huh," someone sniggered, "like a dick up your bucking tail and another down your fucking throat?!"
He remained silent; his mouth stuffed... his watery eyes tightly shut.
Vishal gave another lunge, ripping into him, "Answer!"
"Mmmmh..." Sanjay responded nasally, slightly nodding, the sound of his affirmation muffled by the cock in his mouth.
"You can't wait to get fucked by us, eh?"
"Mmmmh..." Sanjay nodded once again.
"You are a slut!" the voice pronounced.
And then, there were more such obscenely ugly questions and, hideously wicked proposals... making him quake with nervous fear... feeling a weird frisson shoot up and down his spine at the thought of what those suggestions meant... meekly nodding his head, answering each and every lewd question.
This was insane... unbelievably outrageous. Absolutely unimaginable!
But then, it didn't matter anymore, for he was beyond shame, too gone to care... besides, the suggestions had been frighteningly exciting... making his cock flex as he bounced over Vishal, Shekhar's cock sliding in and out of his throat.
Hands grabbed his dark curls once more, pulling back his head... and as Shekhar's cock slipped out of his drooling mouth, another was inserted, almost immediately... a marginally slimmer, but longer piece... the pubes bare, shaved clean!
Sanjay just moaned and surrendered... taking in the new man, letting him fuck his throat...
But Shekhar was outraged, absolutely unwilling to relinquish the moist warmth of the boy's mouth... his hands on Sanjay's head, trying to turn it around, vying with the new entrant as he attempted to put his cock back into the mouth... the two men laughing as they playfully jousted... stretching the boy's lips wide as the two cock-heads butted, jostling for space.
Sanjay whimpered, still bucking up and down... Vishal's cock had been driving him wild for a while now, had been hitting something deep in his gut... something that made his cock twitch and jerk viciously... the pre-cum oozing out in a constant flow. And having the naked men surround him... caressing and kissing, touching and fondling... groping his ass and stimulating his flexing penis. Rubbing their erections all over his face and feeding him their cock. It was all impossibly erotic... and amorously prurient!
Oh, he had seen the pictures on the net... had even wondered... but never imagined that he could really be part of such a bacchanal orgy - have one dick up his ass, and others shoved right down his gulping throat... surrounded by lusty men, awaiting their turn... vying for his attention... for his mouth. This was way beyond his wildest fantasy, beyond all conceivable imagination.
Added to that was all those raunchy questions... those salacious propositions... so utterly obscene, and yet, so erotically thrilling. It was impossible to hold back... to control it any longer - not that he had much control, either over his body, or the situation he was in!
Sanjay's head buzzed, the room slowly going out of focus... darkening ominously... and then he felt that powerful contraction... his stomach muscles tightening and then convulsing... his cock rearing up before detonating in a mind numbing explosion, powerful volleys of furious spurts shooting out, splattering Vishal with the sizzling teen spunk... making him double up, slump forward, over Vishal, unable to remain upright any longer... the two cocks slipping out of his spluttering mouth.
"What a smokin' little whore!" he heard someone snigger... but he didn't care, didn't give a damn about what they thought or said, not anymore. The orgasm had been explosive and he was totally drained. Whining as he lay slumped over Vishal, numb... feeling Vishal's cock ripping into his innards, still pleasuring him, aware of the presence around him... conscious of the hands still groping him... holding his ass cheeks apart as they watched Vishal's crazed cock pumping in and out of his slimy pussy.
Sanjay's fierce ejaculation, accompanied by the rapacious contractions deep in the boy's gut triggered Vishal's own demise... and grabbing the waist Vishal gave a furious lunge, grounding up... flooding Sanju's colon with a month's worth of pent up, bubbling semen... spurting an impossible load of sperm into the boy's convulsing belly... both gasping for breath.
But it wasn't time for regaining breaths, or indulging in luxuries like wallowing in the afterglow of a highly satisfying sexual congress - not when desperately horny men were milling about, men who had gone without relief for over a month now. And with raucous hoots the hands grabbed Sanjay - his arms and thighs - tugging him off Vishal... wrenching the still throbbing man-meat out of his clinging hole, making him yowl as it popped out noisily, the tiny mouth twitching viciously in protest, the cum gushing out.
The four boisterous men carrying him towards the bedroom, holding him aloft... a scared, whimpering lamb, to his slaughter!
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
They deposited Sanjay on the large bed and climbed in, scrambling as they pulled his legs apart, parting and lifting them high, jostling as they tried to be the first between the teen thighs, get over the boy... be the next one to fuck him.
Subconsciously, Sanjay could probably have guessed where the evening would ultimately lead to, especially after what Vishal had done in the living room, fucking him in front of his friends. Having already heard all that they had said, still, now, with the merry mob looming over him, crowding around him, he whimpered looking up at them ... his asshole twitching insanely, his heart slamming away... dreading the unknown, yet eagerly awaiting the inevitable. Delirious!
This entire affair - the sudden realisation that they had gone a whole month without a boy; the idea of getting one for the night of the final, and share him - was Shekhar's. No doubt, Sanjay was Vishal's boy, 'arranged' by him, and therefore claimed too, fucking him first. But now, Shekhar was adamant, absolutely unwilling to let go, or wait any longer... shoving away his friends as he placed a pillow under Sanjay and mounted the boy, his engorged cock in a firm grip.
With the hoarse cry of a starving man, Shekhar plunged in... tearing into the sopping, fluttering hole, stretching the still tight orifice wide as he buried his monstrous cock to the very hilt!
"Aaah... Nnngh..." Sanjay writhed in sexual agony as he felt the massive shaft enter him... sensed the intense heat reach in deep... feeling the fierce flexing of the man-meat as it began to plumb his churning depths. Thrashing, as his hands tugged at the sheets, pushing back at the man.
It was frantic, and it was furious, Shekhar pounding his tender boi-ass with a vicious determination, cramming every little inch of that humungous phallus deep in his constricted, quivering boi-hole, repeatedly. The man's powerful hips like a jackhammer gone crazy, wild and tempestuous... making him gasp and groan... whining away.
But the discomfort of the brutal fuck... the aching soreness in his ravaged ass was a faint counterpoint to what the other men were arousing in him... Their adoring hands and mouth back on him, holding his arms, and his legs, widely splayed... crawling all over his smooth, teen body him - touching, caressing and tweaking... kissing and nibbling... sucking his engorged nipples, nipping the pair... tickling his hairless armpits with their tongue... biting his puffed lips... toying with his limp boy-cock.
"Nnngh..." Sanjay moaned, thrashing under the men.
He was like a gorgeously cute plaything, and they all wanted a part of him, cheering Shekhar to greater effort, urging him on, impatient to fuck the boy.
And then, they were taking his hands and placing it between their thighs, making him hold their throbbing hardness... telling him how they planned to fuck him... breed him... make him their own private bitch!
Desperate, Sanjay's fingers curled around those gigantic columns, grabbing hard and holding on tight, his slender form rocked and swayed by the sheer force of Shekhar's savage hunching.
"Hurry up, hurry up," they urge Shekhar, impatient.
The demented convulsions of the agitated colon... the fierce clutch, and the stifling heat of the boy's tight passage was agonisingly impossible to bear... and with a roar Shekhar rammed in, holding still... his hips jerked by fierce spasms as his enormous balls unleashed a torrent of unspent, boiling passion deep into the churning belly, thick and viscous... filling him to the brim.
Now, it was Ayush's turn...
Even before Shekhar could fully pull out, Ayush was tugging him, rolling him over as he grabbed his waist, pulling his ass up... pushing the legs apart with his knees as he got into position, and then with a joyous groan sank in...
Vishal and Shekhar's furious fucking had already stretched his boi-hole wide enough, had loosened the constricted ring... the double load adding lubrication to the tight passage... and taking Ayush in wasn't as painful, or torturous... the entry simply wrenching a sibilant cry from Sanjay, his shoulders drooping as his head came to rest on the sweat drenched pillow, his ass jerking back, taking in the shaft.
A sensual epicure, Ayush was given to pleasure with fun - tender and erotic, soft and slow... intense passion with a gradual build-up - gently rocking his hips as he covered the boy... his arms wrapped around the shivering, slim frame, holding Sanjay... his mouth licking and sucking the boy's neck and shoulders... kissing his back as he whispered sweet endearments into the boy's buzzing ears... slowly piercing him... hilting himself before beginning the ancient ritual of mating in real earnest.
Thankfully tender, and blissfully gentle, Ayush rocked his hips with delicate care... going deep, and deeper into the slimy, cum filled intestine... sliding smoothly in and out... making Shekhar and Vishal's freshly deposited cum froth out around the widely stretched sphincter... the sound, an obscene squelch accompanying the slap of flesh.
Sanjay rocked and swayed with Ayush... feeling the man's hand seek out his flopping boy cock... cradling his genitals... two fingers stroking the tiny, flaccid shaft, making it tingle with renewed desire...
And he was suddenly enjoying it... loving the tender fuck... moaning lustily as he pushed back at Ayush - slam for slam - his cock quickly hardening, the depleted teen balls beginning their rolling dance within the delicately smooth scrotal sac as he humped Ayush's hand... for a brief moment forgetting all that had happened, forgetting the eagerly awaiting men.
But for only a brief, fleeting moment... for Neil's hands were soon grabbing his hair, pulling up his head as he presented his cock, "Suck it, dude, get it all wet and nice, I'm gonna fuck you next!"
Sanjay mewled, opening his mouth wide and taking it in...
Ayush's hunching from behind making his mouth slide automatically along the entire length of Neil's silky smooth phallus, right down to his shaved pubes... getting fucked at both end without any effort, or exertion, on his own part.
This was way too much... too much for an innocent, young boy... still so new to the ways of grown up men, to the inexhaustible sutras of sex. Sanjay groaned around the cock in his mouth, feeling his own cock rear... twitch... before exploding in a cataclysmic supernova... splashing the bed under him... soaking the sheets with the impossible amount of spunk he'd expelled.
He sank with an agonised groan, his whole body going slack, Neil's cock slipping out of his mouth as he slumped.
"Hurry up, hurry up..." he heard Neil urge Ayush, impatient, the man grabbing his hair and pulling up his head, holding his face with both hands and reinserting the throbbing dick back in his slobbering mouth.
Shekhar, who had been lying nearby, recovering, now joined in, slithering under Sanjay and wrapping his lips around one turgid boy tit, biting... making Sanjay groan at the sudden, piercing pain... his young body twisting and jerking, but unable to escape the sharp teeth, locked in place by the other three men.
"Nnngh..." he cried around Neil's cock, feeling Ayush suddenly speeding up... the hunches viciously short and sharp... urgent. And then, with a howl the man ground in, falling over Sanjay... his back arching as his pelvis trembled, dumping his voluminous, month-old store of scalding semen deep in the boy's rectum... adding to the two massive loads already sloshing in there.
As Ayush pulled out and fell back, Neil began tugging at his shoulders, "Come here, boy," but Vikram grabbed his arm, "No, I'm next!" Both men vociferously arguing on who would be next, both claiming the privilege.
Sanjay's trembling frame sagged, his knees buckling... a mere rag doll, buffeted between the two warring friends, squeaking as he got pulled back and forth... Shekhar still gnawing at his tender tit... chewing on the delectable boy-nipple, making it painfully raw.
"Hey, why don't you guys just stop arguing and sandwich him instead?" the man suggested, finally leaving the smarting nipple and crawling out from under Sanjay.
Sanjay heard the excited gasps, the men scrambling as they released him, wondering what Shekhar meant by a sandwich... were they planning for a break... grab a bite before they resumed their horny sport... their erotic gambol?!
But soon he discovered that a sandwich wasn't just two slices of bread with a delicious filling as Shekhar and Neil grabbed his arms and legs, one man on either side, lifting him up, Shekhar instructing Vikram to lie down on his back, on the edge of the bed, his legs off, and feet on the floor. The men then setting him down on Vikram... thighs held splayed... the cock piercing him as Vikram held it straight up... smoothly sliding in... the cum-coated passage easing the entry as it swiftly travelled higher.
Sanjay ass jerked and he whined, his eyes tightly shut, and his teeth clenched... sucking in air with a hissing sound as the slightly upward curved cock nudged his swollen prostate... the bloated head massaging the gland. And once he had sunk down to the broad base, the two men lay him down, over Vikram, who quickly passed his arms around the frail torso, holding Sanjay in a tight embrace.
Sanjay lay still, sensing the cock flex and throb in his belly... waiting for Vikram to begin moving, begin fucking him. But surprisingly the man did nothing, simply lying there, unmoving.
Neil got off the bed and moved behind... and soon Sanjay felt a hand on the small of his back, pushing down... and then, sensed the scorching heat as Neil move in... the tip of his cock butting the boy's stuffed orifice... applying pressure...
This was incredible... unbelievable... totally unreal... But Neil was no bad dream, he was real... and what he was doing was also real... Sanjay quickly realising what was happening... what the men intended to do... totally horrified!
Neil pressed on, relentless, steering the smooth, long dick... cajoling and coaxing the tiny mouth, stretching it further... unrelenting as it gradually tore in...
Sanjay's head snapped back and his jaws dropped... his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, but no sound came out of his gaping mouth...
Neil persisted... leaning forward, over Sanjay, and with a masterful lunge romped home, sinking in completely, hilting himself... joining Vikram in that demented teen cavity... the widely stretched sphincter fierce around the twin slab of man-meat, stifling tight!
"Aaaaaaaaahhh..." the cry finally gurgled out, hoarse and long drawn, as if forced form the very pit of his belly, pushed out by the twin flesh towers filling his bowel... an agonised squall of utter disbelief!
The men laughed, and Shekhar chuckled... Ayush stirring out of his torpor, getting up on his elbows, watching his friends.
"Uhh..." Sanjay groaned, unable to breathe as his nostrils flared, this whole body numb, his ass mouth insensate... the twin cock impossibly gigantic in his tiny ass.
Both men grinned as they finally began to move... rocking their hips in tandem... one pulling back as the other shoved in... making the boy gasp and groan... his body sagging, his head dropping down...
"Uh... uh... uh..." Sanjay groaned, his arms flailing weakly as he sort support... needing to grab something... anything... just hold... grabbing Vikram's shoulders one moment, and then the pillow... tugging at the sheet... but nothing seemed to ease the horrible bloated feeling... or the searing pain in his ravaged ass.
"Gosh, this I gotta try!" Ayush announced, his hands caressing the boy's contorted face.
"Like it, huh?" Shekhar asked with a wicked grin, grabbing his hair and turning his face.
But Sanjay was in no position to answer... gasping like a dying fish out of water, his lungs repeatedly emptied by the rampaging pair of penis in his choked, bursting ass... the air pushed out as soon as he attempted to suck in the desperately needed oxygen. He felt impossibly bloated... horribly stuffed... his once snug hole stretched wide, totally devastated. The young body lifeless between the two hulking forms... jerked limply by the powerful, synchronised movement of the two men.
"Answer, bitch!" Shekhar snapped viciously, pinching his cheek.
"Nnngh..." Sanjay hissed, his eyes wide, yet unseeing.
"Love two big dicks up your boi-pussy, eh?!"
"Uh, please... uh, it hurts..." he whimpered, the voice a feeble hiss as he gasped for air.
But no one seemed to bother, totally unmindful of what the boy wanted... impervious to his pleas... both Vikram and Neil intent on getting their rocks off... exerting themselves to even greater effort as they fucked away... long, deep and powerful strokes... sliding in and out of the sopping orifice... filling the room with that obscenely loud squelch as they churned the cum filled rectum.
"You wanted it this way, huh," Shekhar persisted, "wanted a double-dick fuck?"
"Uh... uh... uh..." the boy chanted, interspersed with, "please... please..." the voice hoarse, barely audible, almost unintelligible.
"Please?" Shekhar laughed, biting down on the boy's silky smooth arm, "Can't wait for another double fuck, eh? Well, don't worry, once they're done I'm gonna fuck you again, and if Ayush wants to join in, he's welcome!"
The very though froze his young heart with terror... wondering how he'd ever be able to cope with another twin fuck... but he could only let out a strangled groan, his throat parched dry from the constant crying out, the young soul totally frazzled.
"Holy shit, what are you guys doing?!" Vishal exclaimed, entering the bedroom, fascinated as he watched his friends double fucking the teen.
"He loves it, the slut," Shekhar sniggered.
"So, my boys are indeed playing well, huh?" Vishal laughed going up to the bed, pinching the boy's flushed cheek playfully, "And you do surprise me, Sanjay!"
The young pair gave an astonishingly virtuoso performance before the appreciative audience... moving in flawless synchronised harmony to the lewd cheers of the watching men... moving faster, slamming deeper.
Vikram's weirdly upward curved cock, which had already nudged Sanjay's sensitive teen prostate with an agonising precision, now, with the added pressure of Neil's cock pressing down on it, was rubbing it raw... setting the boy's stomach aflutter. And Sanjay felt his cock - which had shrunk to a tiny stub from the shock of the double entry - stir, struggling to raise it lusty head as it lay trapped between his and Vikram's belly... flexing weakly as the slit at the tip began to ooze out his sticky pre-cum.
He cried out, rotating his pelvis, wiggling in desperate urgency as he sensed the semen rise... as if being pushed out by the rampaging pair in his butt. Bubbling its way along the twitching urethra of his still flaccid penis... rising with a deliberate intent... and then with a numbing rush, gushed out!
Sanjay sank with an agonised groan, his whole body going slack...
But his pelvis gyrated... the limp dick flexing furiously, pumping out the cum with a debilitating force... splashing Vikram with an incredible amount of the scalding teen liquid, watery and slimy. His ass savage in its fibrillation... the long vellicated rectal linings ravenous as they clawed and chewed on the men's exposed glans... vicious... driving them berserk... making them plough in... Hollering as both drove in simultaneously, unleashing their potent man-seed... emptying their testicles in the boy's rapacious intestine...
The trio collapsed in a sticky, humid pile... soaked in sweat and drenched in cum, panting like marathon runners.
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Thoroughly ravished, Sanjay lay still... on his stomach, the way the men had left him... his face buried in the pillow, silent... his legs still spread wide apart, the ass slightly raised... the boi-hole gaping, overflowing with the combined milt of the five virile men... twitching crazily as the load leaked out with each pulse, cooling in the air-conditioned air of the room as it rolled down his hairless perineum, down his silky smooth scrotum... soaking the sheet under him.
It was well past mid-night, well over three hours since the end of the match... since the beginning of their celebrations. And he had just been fucked by five young studs... his once snug pussy totally destroyed. He had also cum, thrice... three massive and powerful orgasms.
Yet, he just couldn't relax, his tired and exhausted body jerked and shaken by sudden, spasmodic tremors. Unable to get the events of the evening out of his mind... the things that had happened, the things the men had done. The mere recollection birthing a tempest of new desire, making him wonder if he had completely lost his mind - not that there remained much of it after what had already happened!
But it felt horrible... absolutely horrible to be without a cock stuffed up his bucking tail... feeling totally eviscerated, terribly empty. His ass lifting and swaying shamelessly, seeking the comforting feel of the men's engorged phalluses, desperate to be plugged in once more!
He simply wanted to be fucked... fucked again. Fucked all night... Fucked till he was unable to stand up... till his boi-pussy was completely busted!
As if in answer to his secret desire, the men stirred... men who had been stunned into inaction after his latest stellar performance with Neil and Vikram... men who had been silently watching him, watching his shivers, and his swaying ass.
Adoring hands once more on his buttocks, fondling and squeezing the fleshy mounds... groping between his thighs... fingers prying open his cheeks... peeking in...
"Gosh, guys, just look at this!" he heard Ayush exclaim, and sensed a flurry as the men crowded around him, gasping as they gaped at his yawning orifice... a deep purple, painfully puffed, pouting out like a sloppy doughnut... slimy and glistening, their semen oozing out.
He heard the laughter, and the dirty talk... felt the fingers reaching in and touching the smarting ring... gathering up the leaking load and smearing his quivering ass cheeks with it... but too exhausted to be shamed any longer, too tired to care anymore.
"Okay guys, its dinner time!" he heard Vishal suddenly announce over the joyous raillery.
"Aw..." the men protested, reluctant to leave the boy, a hand snaking between his thighs, under him, grabbing his shrivelled, cum drenched cock.
"I want no food!" he heard Neil declare, his pulse suddenly racing, wondering at what would come next.
"Yeah, sure," Vishal responded, "don't eat, but let the boy get some rest, and have something."
"Oh, he's had enough already, and I'm sure his belly is full!" cackled Shekhar, "Right baby?" he asked Sanjay, slipping rough digits into the fluttering rectum, the cum filled cavity squelching obscenely as he rotated the fingers... pressing down on the impossibly swollen gland there... making Sanjay's wilted cock begin to leak a steady stream of sticky pre-cum, flexing weakly in limp desire.
He wailed, throwing his head back, clutching the pillow... his ass lifting... pushing back at the exploring fingers.
"See, he wants it!" laughed Shekhar, his fingers fucking the boy.
"Guys, cut it out!" Vishal snapped, shooing Shekhar away, "wash up, go to the kitchen and get the dinner ready, it's nearly one-thirty in the morning."
"Even my mom can't make me work in the kitchen, huh!" Ayush retorted, but Vishal cut him short, "Well, I'm not your mother, dude, so, get moving."
The men left, reluctant and grumbling...
"Sanju, baby," Vishal cooed as he rolled over the boy, gathering him in his arms, holding him close... kissing his eyes and his nose... nibbling his lips before inserting the tongue, kissing him.
Sanjay moaned, grabbing those broad shoulders, hanging on... kissing back!
"C'mon," Vishal smiled down at him, breaking the kiss, "let's go freshen up, and eat something!"
Sanjay had eaten nothing after his very early lunch that afternoon, before coming to meet Vishal... yes, he did have some of the snacks that the guys were having during the match... but that hadn't been much, and he knew he should feel hungry. But after all that had happened... after all the fucking... his stomach was in turmoil, and his ass hurt. He was exhausted and didn't feel like eating anything.
But remembering that Vishal didn't like his silence Sanjay weakly shook his head, whispering, "I... I, um, I'm not hungry..."
"What?!" Vishal exclaimed with surprise, "Kid, how can you not be hungry, huh, you hardly ate anything!" and then pulling him closer, embraced him, kissing him on the mouth, "Oh, my poor baby, were the guys naughty, huh, exhausted you?"
Sanjay shook his head, blushing, "I... I," he whispered softly, "um, I don't feel like eating..."
"Yeah, but you need to eat," Vishal said softly, caressing his face, running his fingers through his hair, "how else will you stay up the whole night, huh? How can you celebrate on an empty stomach? C'mon," he said getting off the bed and picking him up.
Sanjay simply whimpered, holding onto Vishal as he carried him to the bathroom.
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER: World Cup 2011 * LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER: World Cup 2011
Fresh from the shower, and still naked, Vishal carried him to the dining room, Sanjay's arms tight around the man's neck, clinging on. It felt so nice, so special... and the warmth of the man's body... the touch of naked flesh on naked flesh, oh, it was so exciting. Sanjay could spend his whole life in Vishal's arms, just hanging on!
They were laying the table - four frightfully alluring young men - still naked, their magnificent cock dangling between their powerful thighs as they moved... large and full, making Sanjay gawk in amazement, totally fascinated, wondering how flaccid phalluses could still be so tantalisingly huge, even bigger than his own erect penis.
The men looked up as they entered, grinning widely, the room resonating with their shrill hoots and whistles, making Sanjay's go crimson with embarrassment, in spite of all that had already happened, between him and the men... but also feeling an awful thrill course through his body, feeling his ass twitch with excitement.
"Dinner is served, m'lord!" Ayush bowed with an extravagant flourish, the other men following suit, each sniggering.
"Cut out the drama and let's eat!" snapped Vishal, sitting down, Sanjay on his lap.
"Gosh, you look absolutely yummy!" Neil exclaimed as he served them, tousling Sanjay's raven curls, making him blush, and then looking down at Vishal asked, "Hey, can I have Sanju?"
"No," Vishal replied, his arm protective around the frail teen shoulders, "I'm going to feed my lovely little boy, and you guys just eat your own food!"
"Hey, that's unfair," Vikram protested, "he's our boy, and we're supposed to share everything!"
"Go, jump!" Vishal snarled, turning to Sanjay with a smile, kissing him on the mouth.
The men whistled once more, quickly pulling up their chairs, crowding around him.
Everyone was laughing as they joshed playfully... everyone reaching out to caress him, steal a swift kiss... insisting that he sit on their lap. Sanjay just sat quiet, enjoying the light-hearted, sexually explicit banter, soaking in the beauty of those gorgeously virile men... smiling coyly as he silently ate the tiny pieces of succulent kebabs and spoonful of biryani that Vishal was feeding him.
"Sanju, baby, one bite from me..." the men offered, exclaiming, "Hey, don't I get a kiss for that, huh?" once Sanjay had accepted it, kissing him on the mouth, making him shiver with a sudden, renewed desire. His eyes travelling between their legs... openly watching those magnificent equipments each time they rose to feed him, amazed by what he saw... awed by the sheer proportions of their cock.
Earlier, after the match, surrounded by the men as they groped, caressed and kissed him, he was like a lost child amongst strangers, but now, after all that had already happened, what they had all done... well, there could be no further shame or inhibition... and suddenly his hands were 'accidently' brushing against those dangling genitals... trembling fingers flitting over their privates... further tickling their libidinous masculine instincts and getting them horny. Marvelling as he noted the gradual change in the proportions, each member gradually lifting, each in various stages of arousal.
Ah, it all felt so insanely exciting... so lecherously wanton!
But his ass still felt raw, still uncomfortably sore... and he could barely sit still, squirming with discomfort on Vishal's lap... sensing the man's growing hardness against his ass cheek... realising that his constant wriggling was getting Vishal hard. His own teen cock suddenly rigid as it poked out from between his smooth thighs.
"You want it, huh?" Vishal whispered into his ears, as Ayush announced, "Guy's, he's hard!" as if they couldn't see it for themselves, making Sanjay go red.
"He just loves it!" Vikram grinned, reaching out and fondling the throbbing teen cock.
"Yeah, he's horny," Shekhar sniggered, winking at Sanjay, "and I can't wait to fuck him!"
"Can't you, huh?" Vishal retorted, "Well, you'll have to wait for your turn, dude," hugging the Sanjay tighter, "for now we'll be going to the bedroom, and we don't want anyone to disturb us, right Sanju?"
"This is totally not done!" Ayush exclaimed, the other men joining in, vociferous.
"Shut up, guys," Vishal grinned, "and finish your food!" And then looking at Sanjay asked, "Shall we, sweetheart?"
Sanjay nodded, his heart already slamming, suddenly realising that the world cup victory celebrations wasn't over yet... that there was more to come... the very thought making his cock begin to ooze that sticky gel of arousal... the slim shaft pulsing viciously.
Picking up the napkin and carefully wiping his mouth, Vishal slowly stood the shivering boy up on the chair and then turning him around, asked him to squat.
With the men looking on, curious, he instructed, "Now, take it in."
Sanjay shuddered, blushing furiously... not only was Vishal going to fuck him in front of his friends once more, but now he wanted the boy to hold his cock and guide it in!
"Go on..." Vishal smiled, encouraging him.
Sanjay reached down, between his legs, fingers seeking out and curling around Vishal's humungous erection... slowly lifting his ass as he steered the cock to his twitching hole... sitting down.
He gasped as he felt Vishal give a slight, upward lurch, the bloated head popping in... grabbing Vishal's shoulders and groaning as he felt the shaft gradually piercing his innards and riding high, like a sharp skewer through a tender chicken... his head dropping forward, over the man's shoulder as he sensed the man's lush pubes tickle his smooth cheeks... the hole once more stretched wide to accommodate the healthy girth.
Passing his arms around the boy, one hand firm under the boy butt, and another tight across the trembling torso, Vishal stood up, "Guys, clean and wash up after you're done," he told the staring men, turning and heading out, walking with Sanjay impaled on his massive cock...
Sanjay's slender legs wrapped tight around the slim, manly waist, and the teen arms around the neck, face buried in the broad shoulder.
"Hey," the men called after them, "we are not your servant!"
"No," Vishal replied, pausing near the arched doorway, turning to look at his friends, "but when a favour is done, one should repay it!"
"Slave driver!" someone hissed, but Vishal didn't wait to hear, carrying Sanjay back to the bedroom... back to the bed.
He lay Sanjay down on the rumpled, cum stained sheet, still joined, and climbed over him, covering him... fucking the whimpering boy for nearly forty-five minutes... slow and gentle... nice and sensuous. Pulling out repeatedly and changing position - face up and doggy-style... spooning him, and then rolling over him... their arms and legs wrapped around each other... both vociferous as they rocked the bed with their frenzied hunching... untiring, and insatiable... till finally, with a roar Vishal ground in, rewarding Sanjay with his man-cream, filling his boy ass with his virile seed.
The men had entered while they were still fucking, sitting around and watching them as they groaned and grunted their way to the climax... and as Vishal pulled out, they grabbed him...
He was like an adorable toy for the big boys to play with, and they did exactly that... their hands and mouth frenzied as they covered him... pawing at his smooth, soft boy-flesh... Kissing, chewing and gnawing his torso and his limbs.
They were like a pack of wild, rutting beasts... insatiable. Sanjay, the lone bitch for five stud males... each impatient to mount the boy... plunging in even before the previous man had fully pulled out. Taking turns as they fucked him in every conceivable way, bending his slender, supple frame every which way they wanted, repeatedly taking him, again and again, in every combination and permutation, each mindboggling act executed with breathtakingly skilful bravura. Spelunking the quivering boy-depths all night!
Filling his belly with their potent semen... inseminating him repeatedly... the multiple load of the five men acting as a natural humectant, keeping the boy's once tiny, tight pussy moist, supple and lubricated... aiding in the passage of the hulking man-meat despite the fierce proctal contractions... making him thrash and cry out... his fragile frame twisting and turning in mindless arousal. Slamming back at the men with equal ferocity!
Sanjay's moans in the car had been the suppressed cry of finally fulfilled desire, of accomplished longing, a cry of passion and love. But now, it was a full-throated bellow of lust, unabashed and unbridled... shrieking to be fucked... screaming to be taken... Blatantly brazen. The room resonating with the shameless cachinnations of their erotic revelry.
It was early morning when Vishal finally announced, "Lights out, guys, let the boy get some sleep now!"
The men protested, but Vishal was firm, cuddling Sanjay in his protective arms, whispering softly, "Sleep, baby, I'll wake you up for lunch..." gently rocking him.
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"Wake up, sleepyhead," Sanjay heard Vishal's distant voice through a fog, feeling a hand on his butt, caressing, "it's past one in the afternoon!"
And as he blinked his eyes open, staring up blankly, he saw Vishal's grinning face, "Good morning, um, good afternoon, rise and shine!"
Sanjay stretched, feeling the hot throb in his ass, quickly remembering the previous evening, looking around the room.
"They're gone, sweetheart," Vishal laughed, instantly understanding his quest, "it's just us. Now get up, take a shower and let's go out and eat, I'm famished. And then I'll drop you home." Lifting up the boy and carrying him to the bathroom, kissing him all over, the hands lovingly fondling every part, scrubbing till the boy was squeaky clean... beautiful and fresh.
"You've been a very good boy!" he said, kissing Sanjay on the mouth, a soft, loving peck, thrilling him, making his heart dance with joy, and want... suddenly encouraged, reaching out and touching the man... touching his giant manhood... wrapping his slender fingers around the thickness... squeezing the shaft.
"Hey, you horny again, huh?" Vishal laughed, his forefinger and thumb holding the smooth boy chin, lifting up the face.
Sanjay blushed, but his hand remained, boldly sliding along the quickly hardening length. He loved the cock, wanting to play with it... never, ever stop!
"You didn't answer?" Vishal smiled, kissing those full, red lips, more forceful this time.
"Yes," Sanjay whispered, staring back at the man, his eyes wide, and his heart thumping.
"So, what do you want, huh?" Vishal asked; his lips curled wickedly.
Sanjay looked up, his eyes pleading, but the man just grinned back, unmoved, waiting. "Fuck me, please..." he whispered softly, barely audible, shivering all over... his ass hole pouting out with lust.
Vishal laughed, "Sure, let's go to the bedroom, or do you wanna grab your ankles right here, huh?!"
Vishal fucked the delirious boy twice, filling his belly with his cum, making Sanjay shoot his load, twice, before finally taking another shower and then leaving for a very late lunch.
"C'mon, I'll drop you home," Vishal said as they walked out of the restaurant.
"My bike is at the mall..." Sanjay mumbled, suddenly sad, sad that the night had ended, that he had to return home!
"Do you really think you can ride the bike now?" Vishal asked in wonder, looking down at him, making his face go crimson with embarrassment. "I'll drop you home," he insisted, "and later you can collect your bike, once you're ready to ride it again."
END OF THE 2011 ICC CRICKET WORLD CUP VICTORY CELEBRATIONS...
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