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Lockdown Liaisons
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The trials, tribulations, and travails of coronavirus pandemic... of shattered dreams and wishful velleities... of pinkslips and overdue rent... the ultimate ignominy and trauma of a total takedown. |
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May 21, 2020
Only if wishes were horses, and all dreams came true... but alas, real Life is far removed from wishful thoughts and reveries, the course neither running straight, nor smooth.
Umang had been crying since morning, yes, all of 22 and crying like a baby!
He had been feeling low for over a month now, lost and utterly defeated, and May 21, 2020, his birthday no less, he just couldn't hold back any longer, especially after the early morning call from his parents...
Son of a small town school teacher, Umang had just completed his college, majoring with economics, but had to forego further studies after his father took seriously ill and lost his job. He moved to the big city - with great hopes, and starry dreams - finally ending up working as a cashier at a restaurant catering mostly to rushed office workers in for a quick bite.
That was August 2019...
In December, responding to an advert in the trade papers, he got his big break - a more well paying position at a new, upscale paleo-specialised restaurant - chic and shamefully expensive - offering a novel, fine dining experience that was unique.
And then the coronavirus struck!
Starting out as a distant threat - though scary and terrifying, but still a faraway foreign scourge - the illusory sense of security was soon shattered when it came knocking on the country's door on January 30, 2020... suddenly a very real and immediate menace - the terror and the fear palpable all around, the dread and the confusion marked.
On March 12, 2020, it extracted its first casualty...
SOPs (standard operating procedure) and instructions had already been issued earlier - thermal screening of incoming travellers, isolations and quarantines... and on March 14, 2020, the government declared COVID-19 a "notified disaster", ordering a blanket ban on all gatherings and mass activities... shutting down all public space - schools, colleges, institutions, hotels/restaurants, shopping malls, theatres and gyms - till March 31. The guidelines for businesses were clear - no layoffs, and no withholding of salaries.
The restaurant shut down... and Umang was left clueless about the future!
On March 22, 2020, a day long national curfew was declared, and what was supposed to be a day long exercise was extended by the local government... before the whole country was put under a total lockdown for 21 days from March 25, 2020 - all activities, all movements, and all transport suspended!
Of course, with essentials excluded from the lockdown - groceries and medicines.
Umang's world darkened, his dreams seeming to evaporate like the morning dew... yet, there was a tiny glimmer of desperate hope - 21 days, and then things would get better...
On the 26th his employer, a young couple, called the staff, explained their helplessness - big dreams and bigger investments now flushed down the drain - asking them to accept half pay for the month, before letting them go.
Umang didn't tell his parents... didn't know what to say, how to tell them, and so he stayed on, hoping things would get better, and soon...
Then, the lockdown got extended beyond the initial 21 days... and when its further extension for a third time was announced on May 1, 2020, Umang's already tottering world came tumbling down.
Surviving in a big city is expensive, and with no earning, no opportunity of employment, and the incapacitating lockdown, it only became more difficult... and even more expensive. But now it was already too late, he was stuck, he couldn't even go home.
The strict 'no-cooking' condition of his rental agreement hadn't been a problem earlier, while he still had a job, but after the lockdown it meant he had to order his meals online (what with all restaurants, eateries and street-side food stalls closed), and that only meant high-end food joints with an online presence, ones offering takeaways and home deliveries - EXPENSIVE!
By the end of April Umang had already maxed out his credit card, and his bank account was down to his last 1200 Rupees... and he was down to just bread, butter and jam - for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!
And then, there was the rent - two months overdue already.
When he first moved to the city he had temporarily stayed with the son of his father's colleague from back home - four guys in a single room - and after just two months he'd had enough... but he stayed on - what options did he have? But once the new job was confirmed, in December, he moved out...
A single room with an attached bathroom - a bed, a closet, a chest of drawers, a rickety little table, one chair... and total privacy!
It was an old two storied house with a wrap-around veranda, sitting cheek-by-jowl with other houses of a similar vintage, surrounded by the clutter of middle-class domesticity, the unending maze of claustrophobic alleys littered with the combined detritus of disappointed yearnings.
The ground floor had three rooms, a passageway with the staircase leading up, and the kitchen... all the rooms opening unto the veranda, with one used as a storage room, one as the living room, and the one with an attached bathroom reserved for tenants... the owners living on the upper floor.
Umang had paid his two-month security deposit at the time of moving in, and had been paying his rent every first of the month. But once he lost his job, he had stopped paying - not that he wanted to cheat his landlord - but he was broke, and had no means to pay.
Earlier, when he still had his job, he didn't know what all happened at the house the whole day - he got up around 7 in the morning, made himself a cup of tea, took his bath and left for work by 8.30, grabbing a quick breakfast on the way, and returned after 11.30 in the night.
All he knew was that the man had a small garment store in a nearby market place, the older son, all of 24, helping out at the shop. The younger son, 19 and a school dropout, did nothing.
After the lockdown, the garment store had to close... but about a week into the lockdown the man 'converted' the shop into a vegetable stall - and now left early in the morning (around six) and returned around noon once the older son relieved him. By mid-afternoon he too was back - the shop closed for the day.
The lady, well... she screamed and cried and complained the whole morning, shunting between the passageway and kitchen, raising furious hell as she cooked and did her household chores - something that she had to do now since her maid had stopped coming once the shutdown came into effect.
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Sitting in his silent room, he heard the lady-of-the-house rail, from early morning - about free-loading 'squatters', and useless husband and sons who couldn't even make such moochers pay up, her voice high-pitched and shrill.
"We simply can't throw him out now..." the husband had once gently opined.
"That law only applies to students and daily-wagers!" the outraged lady exclaimed, cutting him short, "And this man that you have allowed to occupy MY home is neither!"
"Two grown up sons who earn nothing, contribute nothing..." she shrieked, "and a husband who wont even make an effort to make his tenant pay!" drowning out all arguments... her haranguing soon devolving into a slanging match before the sons stormed out!
He felt bad... even guilty... but he was helpless. Dreading the day that she would finally come knocking on his door... do herself what her husband and sons had failed to do.
Umang finally dragged himself out of bed around three-thirty in the afternoon... still sniffling, eyes puffed from the day long moping... he hadn't eaten the whole day - his bread and jam - and was starting to feel hungry. But first he needed a shower, and then he'd make himself a cup of tea and eat his bread.
As he stepped out into the room about half-hour later, wrapped in a towel, he heard the banging on his door...
"Open up!" he heard the gruff voice.
"Just a moment please," Umang called out meekly, urgently looking around for a pair of clean boxers.
"No moment, OPEN," the voice growled fiercely, "or I'll break down the door!"
Umang quickly went forward and unlatched the door as Vyan, the younger scion of the family, pushed it open, entering the room...
Lean, mean and enwrapped in toxic machismo, Vyan, even at mere nineteen looked every inch a handful of trouble... hanging out on the street with his gang of scruffy teens, getting up to no good.
He paused... staring, and then slowly turned around and closed the door, bolting it... suddenly making the tenant self-conscious and scared.
"I know... I know..." Umang said apologetically, "but I promise I'll pay..."
Vyan turned back, advancing a couple menacing steps, the hooded eyes devouring the near-naked form of Umang, "When?"
Umang remained silent... how could he give a date - he had no job, no money... no hope of a new job anywhere in sight... when would he pay?!
"You bloody take a dozen showers every day, wash your clothes, use the electricity, and then you don't pay!"
"I... I've already paid a two-month advance, and..." Umang ventured tentatively, before trailing off as he saw the look on Vyan's face.
"You want to take that path, eh?" Vyan hissed maliciously.
And even before Umang could say or think, the boy reached out and whipped off the towel, throwing it across the room... stripping the young man buck naked!
Totally taken by shock, Umang didn't even attempt to cover his exposed genitals as any person would have instinctively done... simply staring back at Vyan, his jaws slack, his pulse racing.
The teen's lips curled with a sinister smile as he pulled of his form-fitting singlet, flexing those sinewy teen muscles before grabbing Umang's hand and placing it over his shorts covered crotch, "Pay up... or put out," he stated, before placing his other hand on Umang's shoulder and pushing him down, "Take it out... suck!"
It was almost 8 when Vyan finally pulled out and got off the bed, reaching for his discarded shorts... pulling them on and silently leaving the room.
Umang didn't bother to get up, or bolt the door... well, he didn't have the strength, the energy to move... he was exhausted, and his ass was on fire.
He simply lay as he was, as Vyan had left him... unmoving, on his belly, eyes closed, and legs still parted wide... feeling the triple load leak out of his ravished asshole with each agonising twitch and pulse... the liquid turning cold as it rolled down his ball-sac...
Vyan had fucked him thrice in the past four hours... brutally... without a care, or concern about Umang's comfort or wellbeing... slapping his buttocks and squeezing his dangling balls... contorting his lithe frame in every conceivable way as he rammed in for greater depth, his hand covering the mouth, stiffling the agonised wails... his youthful hips like a powerful jackhammer, ploughing the humongous teen phallus rapidly in and out of the young man's smarting rectum with furious urgency.
Vyan hadn't even pulled out after ejaculating the first time, leaving his still erect cock buried deep within his fluttering colon, the teen's body flat over his, pressing him down on the mattress... and then he had begun moving once more... slowly tugging out, rotating his hips before ramming in... gradually speeding up.
This time he took even longer to cum, another massive load, scalding hot, shooting deep within the folds of his intestine... before finally pulling out.
He rested for about an half hour and then took Umang's hand and placed it on his cock, "Make me hard and I'll fuck you again," he announced with a broad grin, jamming a rude finger up his ass, making the young man groan with discomfort.
Evening had already settled and the room was pitch dark, and as Vyan's cock reached its full potent dimension, he got off the bed and flipped on the light switch before returning to the bed.
"Show me your pussy..." he commanded as he got in, slapping the buttocks a few time, and even before Umang could say or do anything, Vyan flipped him over and pushed the legs high and wide apart, tugging the cheeks open, exposing the ravaged anus.
"Gosh..." he exclaimed with excited satisfaction, "this is exactly how a pussy should look! All red and puffed, glistening with man-load, wah!"
Like a sex starved maniac he rolled the whimpering man and pulled his hips high, off the bed, forcing Umang onto his hands and knees... shoving in roughly and commencing his hunching.
"Jerk off... jerk off..." he panted between gasps, "I like the way a guy's ass squeezes my dick when he shoots his load... drives me crazy... drains my nuts!"
"FUCK... DUDE! Do you always lie around naked in your room, huh?!" the exclaimed words of amazement, and the soft caress on his bare buttocks jerked Umang out of his reverie, making him aware of another presence in the room.
Blinking his eyes open he saw Ansh, Vyan's older brother, staring down at him...
He hadn't bolted the door after Vyan left, and he hadn't heard Ansh enter... but it must have been a while for the man was already stripped naked - a powerfully built specimen of virile manhood... exuding a raw, animal sexuality that was unnerving... the cock already engorged with lust - as big as his little brother's... though, probably, a little fatter!
Climbing in, he wrapped Umang in his arms, tilting his face up as he looked into his eyes, "Dude, you are pretty, prettier than my girlfriend, and smooth as a girl!" he whispered with a naughty grin, as his hands roved Umang's naked flesh...
He lowered his face, covering Umang's mouth, biting down on the young man's lips... kissing him... the tongue insistent to be allowed in... his hands still roving all over the naked flesh... touching, caressing, and kneading... tweaking his nipples, making them grow hard.
"Mmmmhh..." Umang whimpered as Ansh lowered his face, pursing his lips, sucking in his right teat...
A hand reached lower... fluttering down his quacking abdomen, the fingers rustling through his pubes... gathering up his genitals, gently stroking and squeezing.
Without making any conscious effort, driven by sheer desperation, Umang grabbed those powerful shoulders, wrapping his arms around the man... clinging on... moaning as he buried his face in the crook of Ansh's neck.
The hand moved even lower... down the smooth perineum... and then abruptly pause as he touched the still swollen orifice...
"Dude..." Ansh exclaimed with wonderment, pulling his face back as he forced Umang's face away from his shoulder "girls get all wet and sloppy when aroused, but I've never seen a guy's ass get wet with desire!"
"I mean," he grinned wickedly, sticking in a couple fingers up Umang's twitching anus, "precum I know, but a guy-pussy squirting natural lube for smooth penetration, huh?! Aww, I gotta see this..." and disengaging himself from Umang's embrace quickly scooted down, grabbing the thighs and lifting them high... spreading them wide... exposing the tiny opening to his wide-eyed gaze.
"Gosh..." he exclaimed, "you are wet!" and almost instantly ground his face in, his mouth covering the twitching hole, his tongue lapping at the drooling orifice.
Umang groaned at the newest sensation, grabbing fistful of the sheets.
Ansh jabbed the quivering orifice with his tongue tip as his thumbs massaged around the tiny slit... lapping upwards along the hairless perineum, and back down again... making happy slurping sounds.
"Dude, you're unique," he grinned between licks, "the first guy I've ever seen who squirts pussy juice!"
And back he went, feasting on the sloppy nether hole...
Umang lost all track of time, suddenly sensing the weight... opening his eyes to find Ansh hunched over him, his legs draped over the older brother's shoulders... ass wide open... the drooling cock tip sliding along his butt crack, nudging the swollen ass mouth.
"You know," Ansh grinned down at him, "it's been over two months now... my girlfriend's parents never leave the house, and she's never alone. And so, I can't go over and fuck her like before the lockdown. It was driving me insane, but now I have you, I'll survive this cursed shutdown!"
Umang could only utter a strangled groan, his head swirling at the prospect of another fuck this soon after the three brutal fucks he'd just recieved from Vyan!
"And don't you worry," Ansh whispered, "no one will throw you out on the street for not paying the rent." And then added with a crooked smile, "Now, grab that cock and guide it in..."
Well, what was Umang to do... refuse?
He reached down between his splayed thighs and took the flexing cock in a tight grip, guiding the bloated cock-head to his aching opening... holding the shaft in position as Ansh plunged in with a satisfied sigh.
"Dude, it's sopping wet and all squishy inside!" he exclaimed with unbridled joy as he began the ancient ritual of mating, churning the groaning young man's cum filled bottom, and unbeknownst, stirring up his own little brother's sperms... the frothing liquid squelching noisily as he fucked Umang with long, and steady strokes...
He fucked the moaning man for over 45 minutes before speeding up... short, vicious jabs, his breath a series of loud, ragged gasps... before finally grinding in and letting lose a torrent of boiling man-seed deep in Umang's bowel... slumping over.
"Dude, I'm not done yet," Ansh said as he pulled on his clothes after about fifteen minutes, "I'll be back after dinner, once everyone's gone to sleep," lovingly smacking Umang's naked buttucks as he added, "Don't bolt the door, leave it open."
And then, he was gone... the room finally falling silent after all the moaning, groaning, squelching and bed squeaking. Umang alone once more - still naked, still prone on the rumpled, cum stained bed... his ass a fiery pit of bubbling semen... awfully sore!
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It was past 9:30 when Umang dragged himself out of bed and headed for the bathroom... he could barely stand, and walking was painful... his ass mouth still fluttering, pushing out with a vengeance, each pulse expelling another glob of slimy cum, coating his plump ass cheeks, rolling down his thighs...
Umang took another shower, his day long empty stomach growling ominously as he finally got out and dried himself. He had to eat - yes, bread and jam, but eat nonetheless... and still wrapped in his towel, he went to the tiny table and made himself a sandwich, munching on it as he stood on trembling knees, simply unable to sit...
It wasn't like this was his first fuck... in fact the last time was over a year back... and he had missed that feeling - of being held and loved, being kissed and caressed... being penetrated and filled...
But, that had been different.
He was still in highschool - a simple, little boy - shy and adorably awkward, happy in the comfort of his adolescent innocence... till Ranveer moved in next door...
Slim and athletic, smart and breathtakingly handsome, Ranveer was the nephew of his next-door neighbour, in town for his first job. They had no kids of their own and was happy to have Ranveer.
Long story short - the young man was brilliant, a class topper, and soon Umang's mom was asking him to help out her son - physics and chemistry.
The quite evenings of tutoring, alone in his room - Umang openly staring, mesmerised, as Ranveer blatantly rubbed the pronounced lump between his spread thighs while explaining the mechanics of physics, and the properties of chemistry, both surreptitiously eyeing each other - soon led from one thing to another... and within the month Ranveer had the boy in his arms... his timid, unsure hand down the waistband being acquainted with the flexing, throbbing member of the young man, Ranveer introducing the coy schoolboy to the joys of man sex!
After two whole years of regularly fucking the moaning teen, Ranveer was gone - a better job in another town... Umang left desperately missing his company, and even more, the cock that had given him so much pleasure spelunking his once virgin throat and ass... suddenly feeling lonely and empty.
Once in college, a senior discovered him, and Umang was once more groaning and writhing under the heaving frame of the brawny college jock, having his ass ripped and plundered on a daily basis...
But soon the senior graduated, and Umang was once more alone... and then he moved to the city after college... and a year and a half later ended up paying his overdue rent with his ass!
The door parted at 10:30 in the night, Ansh silently slipping in...
"Why did you turn off the light, huh? Dude, I can't see you in the dark," he whispered, hitting the light switch, and then exclaimed, "Why are you wearing clothes, take them off!"
And minutes later they were in bed, naked... hands groping, mouth exploring the freshly cleaned flesh - kissing, nibbling, biting; the tongue, like a moist paintbrush painting some erotic portrait, flicking its way across the smooth, hairless skin canvas... reaching into every little crevice and fold... setting Umang's whole body afire, tingling with renewed arousal... both genitals awake and taut... flexing and throbbing...
Ansh offered, and with a relieved sigh Umang accepted it in his mouth, sucking on the cock in gratitude as the man's tongue finally reached into the crack of his ass... stabbing at the freshly washed, still leaking, orifice... slurping at the moist introitus of Umang's anus.
Umang didn't know for how long, but it must have been over an hour, when Ansh finally pulled out his cock and mounted him, smoothly sliding in his cock with one powerful thrust... right down to its very root... the pubes flush against Umang's bare, smooth ass crack... the lush hairs tickling his parted buttocks.
Eyes closed shut, and arms tight around each other, lost in the roaring pleasures of coitus, their breathing loud and harsh... the men didn't hear the door, or the footsteps, nor see the figure towering over them... rudely made aware of the presence when Vyan finally hissed: "What the fuck are you guys doing?!"
Both opened their eyes almost simultaneously, totally startled, turning to look at Vyan in his tiny, tented shorts glowering down at them.
"What the fuck are you doing, huh?!" Ansh retorted, still out of breath, his hips frozen in mid-stroke.
"Well, someone needs to collect the rent, eh..." the younger brother snarled.
"So, why don't you just join in?" suggested Ansh with a grin, resuming his disrupted hunching... Vyan stripping off his shorts and climbing in.
The brothers left around three in the morning... highly satisfied, and with solemn promises of returning later... leaving behind a gaping cavern of what once was a snug hole... the multiple loads dribbling out in a continuous flow, like honey dripping from a brimming beehive during full-moon.
Umang lay sprawled on the dishevelled bed reeking of semen and sweat... utterly exhausted... his numb mind silently wondering - Oh, what a birthday! And what a horrifying way to celebrate it!!! - before finally drifting off... the door remaining unbolted, the light still on.
Over the next couple days the brothers worked out a routine - Vyan returned home and came in at four and left around seven - to hang out with friends (so much for strict lockdown, and social distancing)!. Ansh return around 5:30, and came visiting almost as soon as Vyan exited the room. Both brothers fucking the whimpering Umang to their heart's content... both returning, together, at 10.30, once the household fell silent for the night... staying on till almost dawn... gleefully taking turns to repeatedly fuck his ass, and his throat, working in tandem like a well oiled tag-team... full of guffaws and bawdy observations... even sandwiching the writhing and flailing Umang once in a while... covering his mouth to stifle his agonised wails of torment.
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June 1, 2020:
The knock on his door took him by surprise - the brothers never knocked. They had told him to always leave the door unbolted, so they could just walk in, and he docilely followed the order. He also never wore any clothes while in his room - another of the brothers' strict diktat, which too he followed.
Quickly looking at the timepiece on the table he noted the hour - 2 in the afternoon. Neither brother came in then. So, who could it be? Ansh was still at the shop... Vyan? In the mood for a quick fuck? he wondered... sensing his cock begin to grow hard at the prospect.
Hurriedly wrapping a towel around his middle, he opened the door...
The man-of-the-house stood in front of him... a package in hand.
"Hello..." he began before abruptly stopping, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the towel-wrapped youth, adding after a brief pause, "Took a shower?"
Umang nodded, what else could he say!
"Can I come in?" asked the old man, at least a decade older than his own father.
Umang nodded once more, stepping aside.
"I never see those home-delivery boys coming over these days," said the man walking in and looking around before setting the package on the table. "Hope you're not cooking meals in the room on the sly, eh?"
"No!" Umang responded instantly, shaking his head vigorously - he wasn't, and he didn't want any more trouble with his landlord.
"So, how are you managing?" the man asked, going over and sitting down on the bed.
"I..." Umang hesitated, "I... um, I have bread and jam..."
"Guessed as much once the boys stopped coming," the man said in a kind tone, adding, "Bread and jam is no food for a young man... you need to eat proper meals. I got some for you," he jerked his head towards the table where he had placed the package.
"And don't worry, I'll get you lunch every day. A proper meal for a young man," he smiled, patting the bed beside him, "Close the door and come here, sit."
Tears welled up in Umang's eyes - it had been ages since anyone had said a kind thing to him, had done a kind turn... had shown any kindness.
Quickly closing the door he went over and sat down on the bed.
"You know, my wife's all bark, but no bite, you don't need to worry about her," the man said, reaching over and patting his shoulder before grabbing his arm and tugging, "Come closer..."
And as Umang shifted closer, unsure what to make of this sudden visit, the package of food... the man pulled him in an embrace, both hands suddenly around him... groping his smooth, naked torso...
"You're beautiful!" the man said, his breath catching... the hands now roving all over, "So smooth, so soft..."
Umang didn't know what to do... his terrified flesh cringing with horror.
"Don't be shy," the man smiled, his hand working the knot of the towel, undoing it... baring Umang to his lecherous gaze, "My wife's on her usual rounds of the neighbourhood, gathering the latest gossip, she won't be back before five. And from today I've sent Vyan to help his brother at the shop, they won't return until 5:30. So, we have the house all to ourselves, and all the time in the world," suddenly lunging forward, making Umang fall back on the bed as he climbed over, covering him...
"Oh, how I've wanted you since that first day, when you moved in... and today, I finally succeeded in getting that useless son of mine to go to the shop, but only after I threatened to cut off his allowance, and send him over to his uncle's, to the village."
Umang shut his eyes tight and held his breath as he felt the man's hot breath wash over his face... the man's lips pressing down on his...
He chewed and gnawed at Umang's lips... the hands clawing at his smooth, tender flesh, leaving angry marks and furrows all over, making Umang writhe in torment... the mouth relinquishing the lips and moving lower... biting down on his nipples, and licking his armpits... travelling lower still... to wrap his lips around Umang's ample cock... sucking it in... and with shocked dismay Umang felt himself harden in the man's mouth... the old man letting out a satisfied grunt, jabbing a thick finger deep into the boy's rectum.
He twisted and turned Umang... flipped him, and rolled him over... his mouth and tongue, both his hands unceasing in its adoration of the youthful flesh... at one point grabbing Umang's throbbing cock and scrotum firmly by the root and inserting the whole package right into his mouth... creating an amazing suction that nearly made Umang swoon...
With his whole body tingling, and covered in saliva, the man finally pulled back and stood up... quickly shedding his clothes... suddenly stark naked before Umang's amazed eyes...
If the sons were hung... the father was ginormous!
And he was absolutely ripped, without an ounce of fat or flab - the flesh firm, the skin taut!
"Keep me happy and satisfied, and you can stay on, pay once you get a new job," the man smiled down at Umang as he grabbed his ankles and placed them over his broad shoulders, slowly climbing back and moving in... cock in hand.
Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, could have prepared Umang for it - not Ansh, not Vyan... not their marathon fuck sessions, and not even their regular double-dicking - absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the father... his gigantic appendage... or the brute force of his powerful thrusts...
Umang screamed, and the man let him... he cried out, and the man didn't cover his mouth to stop him... he thrashed and flailed his arms, but the man didn't restrain him... intent only on what he'd come for - to fuck the boy - ripping into Umang's bowel with a single minded determination... ramming it in, and tugging it out... reaching depths than no other cock had ever delved... making him groan in excruciating agony... sure that the monstrous cock would pop right out of his parched, gasping throat any moment now...
Over the past week the rumours had been flying thick and fast: things would open up soon - markets, shops, and even restaurants.
And there were other rumours too: a stricter lockdown soon to be imposed, all relaxations withdrawn.
It was all so very confusing, and people were at their wits end... desperate for relief from the dreadful grip of the marauding virus.
But none of it mattered to Umang... nothing mattered at all as he lay silent on his rumpled bed... his ass twitching violently... the old man's voluminous seed squirting out of his tattered asshole in small bursts... wetting the sheets under him.
God, soon the sons would be back, and they would want their own share of the day's pleasures... plunder his ass all night since he was unable to pay his rent!
He had indeed become the family's own private bitch - his smarting, tender ass reserved for the personal pleasure of father and sons...
He was now paying his rent with his ass!
Oh, only if wishes were horses, and all dreams came true...
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