Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 12:53:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: An Orgy Carol Disclaimer: this story depicts sex and bdsm between men. Only proceed if it is legal and you want to. ********************** *** AN ORGY CHAROL *** ********************** Wherein a frigid boy meets the ghosts of orgy past, present and future. *************************** Eddy came home from school and took a shower. His parents wouldn't be home till late, so there was no reason to wear clothes. He was still in the nude, putting rice in the microwave, when his phone received a Grindr message. It read "Looking for young cocksuckers to serve me all evening. Must follow orders precisely." Attached was a dick pic. With a sigh, Eddy put the phone down. A virgin at 17 he had already accepted that he was never going to work up the courage to respond to such messages. Indeed he was proud of it by now, preserving his purity, despite the many days when he wished for nothing more than a cock to worship. Walking back from the kitchen to his room, he came to look at his physique in the corridor mirror. Sometimes he wondered if all the time spent at the gym was his way of relieving the stress others worked off by fucking. At least it paid off, even though nobody came to enjoy his looks. Shaggy hair, kempt bedhead-style, clear facial skin, great tan – and of course a buff body from the thick legs to the bouncy pecs. The athletic teen's semi hard dick rested on low hanging balls, framed by a short trimmed bush. *DING DING DING* What he thought was the microwave finishing was in fact an ethereal ringing that Eddy soon noticed came from everywhere at once. Before he could question his sanity, a blue glowing man stepped out of his closet, wearing nothing but tight, glowing speedos. "What?" Eddy yelled, jumping back. "Who? How? Where did you come from?" The blue tinted, see-through man flexed his beefy arms as if trying out a brand new body and took a few steps – faltering steps as if not used to legs – to cross the distance to the room owner. "Why, Eddy, I came out of the closet, just now." The otherworldly man laughed at his own joke, before shaking his head at the shocked host, who hadn't joined in. To his great distress the teen recognized the muscle man. "Uncle Jay? B-but you're dead!" The slightly transparent man towered over his very much alive nephew. He shrugged his cannon ball shoulders, flexing his bull neck in the process. Uncle Jay's ghost was just as impressive as the former, living bodybuilder – if not more so. Scratching his balls, the supernatural uncle said "I guess so. But I've been sent back for the night. As your old idol I was chosen to guide you through tonight's lessons. Well then, Eddy, know that I'm the ghost of orgy past." "What? That's ridiculous. What do you want from me?" The ghost's cool hands grabbed Eddy's left arm and pulled him toward the closet. The boy felt reminded of the times when he had marveled over his uncle's massive physique and strength when he was still alive. "Come on, boy. There's something you need to see. You're making a mistake and we want to make sure you change your ways before it's too late." Eddy looked around. "We? Who is we? What mistake?" They were in front of the closet which the panicking, kidnapped boy noticed had transformed into a shimmering portal to an unknown living room. It was broad daylight on the other side. "The mistake is that you're not using your potential as a cock whore, or even better, as a full time fuck slave." With those words, the ghost shoved Eddy into the portal. On the other side, the boy found three figures engaged in sex. They were mostly hidden by the sofa, but very loudly moaning. Eddy looked away immediately and stopped struggling against his ghostly companion's grip, not wanting to be noticed. Out that window was... his house. "Hey, this is next door," he whispered. "Wait, that means..." "Yes!" uncle Jay said. "And you don't have to be quiet. This is the past. We're not really here." Eddy's boner grew to full length. If this was the neighbor's house, it meant, that one of the men in front of the sofa had to be Coach Simmons. Timidly, Eddy took a few steps to get a better look. The buff, broad chested Coach was fucking a little boy balls deep. He rammed his tool into the underage ass with desperate force, sweat dripping from his bald head and muscled torso. Below the whimpering blonde boy was another kid getting his dick licked by the Coach's receiver. His face was buried in the mature teacher's sweaty ass, no doubt rimming for his life. The ghost of orgy past cleared his throat. "This was exactly two years ago. Coach Simmons always had his eye on you, but you never even gave him a chance. As you can see, his second and third choice were more responsive." Eddy recognized one of the boys. The one getting fucked was his classmate – except two years younger here. The other one was more difficult to guess, his face not visible. The teen stepped yet closer, fascinated by the unique opportunity to see an undisturbed threesome close up. His own dick was already leaking precum. Within seconds the trio's moans grew louder and faster. Coach Simmons' face contorted in pleasure as he rocked the little kid's ass one last time. The small boy screamed at the final intrusion. Simmons pulled out, leaned back and collapsed on the sofa. Meanwhile the jizz shot from the boy's abused ass and ran into the mouth of the other unknown kid, whose face was now unobstructed. Eddy recognized the cum covered face as belonging to a boy one year below him in school. The kid licked the cum off his face, sat up and shared a kiss with the recovering bottom, mixing their saliva with the man's sperm. After they swallowed, the Coach snapped his fingers and the boys crawled to his feet, planting kisses on them and the hairy, meats legs farther up. The ghost of orgy past pulled Eddy back to the closet door that stood magically in the middle of the neighbor houses living room. "No please, I wanna keep watching," Eddy said as the two boys kissed their way up to the teacher's pits. Uncle Jay shook his head as he dragged the teen away from the scene. "You had your chance, but you had to stay home and feel superior about remaining pure. I can't believe that I share my genetics with a prude boy like you. When I was your age I had fucked nineteen more or less willing boys already. Since your talent is submission you should aim to get your hole filled as often as possible. You owe it to the tops in your life. You owe it to yourself." Eddy was back home in the present. The closet was no longer a magical portal. He felt like crying. "Remember what you learned today, kid. Your lessons will continue shortly." The ghost of orgy past faded out, leaving behind a hurt and confused, naked teen. The microwave rang. *************************** Munching his tasteless dinner, Eddy sat naked at his desk. He thought about what his uncle had told him. His dick was rock hard, but he didn't feel like jerking off, still sad about all the missed opportunities with the Coach. The ethereal ringing came back. A ghostly figure stepped out of the bathroom that now served as another portal. "Hello Eddy, I'm the ghost of orgy present." "Um, hey uncle Jay. You again?" "Well you don't have that many dead, sex crazed, gay relatives." "Fair enough." The spirit guide was back as before, but had lost his speedo. In its place was a studded leather jock-strap. Otherworldly leather gear was strapped across his chest. Uncle Jay led the boy to the bathroom door. "Remember the guy on Grindr you didn't answer. That's what he's up to right now. That could have been you on the sawhorse." On the other side of the portal was a windowless basement, dimly lit. A twink was tied with his arms behind his back and his legs spread, bound to a sawhorse high enough to force his far apart feet to their tippy toes. He was getting his ass paddled. Even though the air was fairly cool he was sweating profusely, sobbing into his ball gag. His face was almost as red from screaming as his ass was from the beating. He desperately tried to rip his ties off the sawhorse to get away. Next to him was yet another boy tied in a similar position, except his ass was pugged with a thick dildo, vibrating visibly as his entire bubble butt shook. He jumped and trembled, making Eddy think that the collar he wore was giving him shocks at irregular intervals. He wore a blindfold, leaving him to guess what the paddling sounds next to him indicated. The paddling was done by a massive, older man, mercilessly cracking down on the slender victim. He wore a leather uniform from head to toe. "This is what you get," he yelled, "when you don't follow orders. I said NO cumming. That fucking means not one drop. Not even precum. You disgusting scum will learn to appreciate a real man's strength." Muffled by the gag, the young man's screams sounded like "Thank you!" and "I'm sorry!" But it could have been an illusion. There were a lot of screams coming from him. The other guy who wasn't getting treatment could moan freely with his mouth ungagged. Apparently he was getting off on the mix of electroshocks and dildo riding. He wiggled in and out of a position that allowed him to press the dildo farther up his ass. Eddy took a step forward as soon as his uncle let go. He saw the torture tools lined up on the wall and turned back to the tormented man at the mercy of his master. With regret the boy noticed the third, empty sawhorse next to the other two. The teen crouched down in front of the bound twink. He looked right at the face of the torture victim, leaking massive amounts of precum. He saw all the pain and fear in the man's eyes, greatly saddened that this opportunity could have been his to take. The Master had put away his tool and freed his dick from his tight leather pants. Without warning he rammed it into the unprepared ass, only spit used as lube. The bottom's veins popped out of his head and neck as he shouted incoherently into his gag. Eddy was right there to see every pang of pain. After several slow thrusts, the pain turned into... well, it was still pain, but the bottom enjoyed it at last. The Master's hip met the abused, bright-red ass cheeks with vigor. Electroshock-boy was whining with jealousy. The leather-master reached over and slapped the back of his head. "No whining, bitch. You'll get your turn when you've stayed hard without cumming for an hour." Eddy felt the cool hand of his ghost guide on his shoulder. "It's time to go. Do you feel sorry?" "Yes uncle Jay," the teen said, getting up. "I see that I should have worked up the courage. I...I hope it's not too late." "I don't think it is." As they went back through the portal Eddy knew he had precious few seconds before the ghost of orgy present had to go back to the other side. "Jay? What do I do now? I already missed my chance with the leather dude." "Wait and see, my boy." The spirit faded out again. Eddy cleaned his dinner plate that had cooled on his desk. He was desperate to masturbate, but he waited patiently, as instructed. It was time he learned to take orders after all. ************************** A little while later Eddy was willing his erection down unsuccessfully, by trying to focus on his TV. He was naked on his bed, stroking his lean teen muscles. A familiar ringing filled the air this time his own room's door was the portal. The supernatural visitor was his uncle once more. The leather gear had vanished from the broad shouldered ghost, replaced by a simple cock ring. Pumping club music came from the portal as Eddy stared at his uncle's throbbing boner. Massive balls and a coarse bush framed the thickest meat Eddy had seen that night. "Sorry kid, I know what you're thinking, but you can't blow a ghost. I'm just dressed for the occasion. Let's go." The teen hopped off the bed and followed his guide to the portal. "This is my last visit, Eddy, I'm here as the ghost of orgy future. Really learn your lesson this time." "I promise uncle Jay. I'm seeing the error of my ways. I just have no idea how to go forward from here. I already missed tonight's opportunity." His personal ghost guardian just smiled and pushed the boy through the portal. The other side was a wildly busy gay club. Half and fully naked guys were crowded on the dance floor, jumping and grinding to techno beats. But Jay dragged his nephew forward. The dancers made room or this invisible duo, still unaware of their presence. Eddy's boner vibrated to the music. The smell of cheap alcohol mixed with sweat and sperm hung in the air. He desperately wanted to reach out and touch the clubbing guys. But uncle Jay navigated them both to an adjacent room. It was darker in there and the music was just a tiny bit quieter. The smell of sex was more intense in the chamber crowded with guys fucking on the floor and the few sofas around. In the center of the orgy was the biggest guy Eddy had ever seen. He was about 6'5'' and was muscular enough to scare the teen. His body was proportioned perfectly, like a fitness model, but the mass was unreal. He had a sofa to himself and used the whole space with his massive chest and tree-trunk legs. The scruffy face was relaxed in pleasure from the blowjob he was getting. Four guys were taking turns competing to swallow as much as possible of the ten incher. As Eddy's eyes got used to the dim light, he saw the sleeve tattoo and other body art on the giant. His huge nipples were pierced with thick rings. Two guys caressed the nipples, two more licked the pits and biceps and another two worshipped the feet. The giant's brick house abs crunched as he chuckled at a fucking couple in the corner falling over. His laughter was enchanting. And his crooked smile melted the teen's heart. Eddy felt terribly inadequate. The ghost of orgy future laid his chilly hand on the boy's shoulder. He yelled against the music. "Do you recognize the face?" "No, should I? He's the most gorgeous man ever. I'd remember him." "Don't be so sure. Look closer." Eddy stepped as closely as possible, breathing in the musk of the titan. The eyes... they seemed vaguely familiar. Could it be? "Carl? Could this be Carl? But he's just a tall kid. Always wearing ugly sweaters. He's two years below me. It's got to be him, but..." Jay laughed at the teen in his care. "This is the future, boy. Carl started training mere months ago, you just haven't noticed the changes. This Carl – future Carl – visits this club every Friday. On Mondays and Tuesdays he's at a bdsm club torturing guys, on Wednesdays and Sundays he's performing or dancing at other clubs and on Thursday he fucks men off the internet." "That sounds really vapid actually. How can he afford this lifestyle?" "Oh Eddy, haven't you learned yet that your place is as a dick swallowing whore and not asking questions? But to answer that, Carl owns all those clubs. He's quite the businessman." "How does that teach me anything? I just feel more inadequate than ever before," Eddy complained against the techno beats. "There's something missing in Carl's life. Present and future Carl. He's missing a man who stays with him throughout his journey. A personal slut who cheers him on and makes sure he's the best he can be." "You- you think I could be that slut? I could be the boyfriend and fuck toy of the greatest man on earth?" "Carl needs a boy he can come home to. And fuck when there's nobody else available. Do you feel up to the task, my boy?" Eddy looked to the beautiful giant on the sofa getting worshipped. "Yes, it's my destiny." Uncle Jay smiled knowingly. "Let's go back." The duo made its way out of the dark room. Eddy looked back one more time. How many years would it take? Out on the club's floor the grinding men instilled the same desire in Eddy as before, yet this time it didn't seem meaningful. There was one person he needed to serve – only one. Leaving the dancefloor behind, the boy and his ghost arrived back at the teen's room. "This is it, Eddy. Take care." "Uncle Jay? Thank you. I now know that I shouldn't let life pass my by and that I'm a born cock whore. Really, thank you." The ghost of orgy future faded out, beaming from ear to ear. ************************** After shooting the biggest load of his life, the cum covered teen rested on his bed. Letting the jizz dry on his skin, Eddy picked up his phone. Navigating to Carl's social media profile he looked at the scrawny boy's photos. Hard to believe what he had witnessed. But it appeared that the boy had a lot of hidden potential. Eddy was going to make sure that he used to the maximum extent. He typed a simple message. "Hey Carl, I heard you've picked up a gym habit. Let me know if you need a buddy." To his surprise the answer came straight away. "Thanks bro, let's meet for a drink on the weekend. We can exchange our training routines." Eddy smiled to himself. So this was how it started. ************************ If you liked this fairly unusual one-shot you can write me some feedback. abracadabra923@yahoo.com Excited to hear your opinion.