Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2019 15:17:29 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Ashland part 5

This is a complete work of fiction. Never do anything like this in real
life. You must be over eighteen to read this and all characters are
eighteen and older. Never engage in any non-consensual acts and remember to
play safe.

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Ashland

Chapter Five

I woke up and realized I couldn't really move. My neck could move a little
but my legs were spread wide and I could feel cuffs or something around my
ankles and thighs. There was even a belt or something around my waist
keeping me flat on the table. My hands were cuffed to the legs of whatever
I was laying on.

I was collared, almost completely naked, and helpless.

I could hear the moaning of a girl getting fucked hard and I could just
barely see a video screen out of the corner of my eye.

Then I heard a door open and shut.

The smell hit me first. It was sweat and musk and dirt and alcohol.

Whoever entered, smelled.

Then I felt a rough and very thick finger push itself into my ass. It hurt
and I tried to scream, but the protector in my mouth made it sound more
like a long moan.

Whoever it was didn't waste much time.

I heard a belt come undone and then a zipper come down.

I heard the man hock a loogie and then felt the spit hit my asshole.

Then he was in me.

I think if I hadn't already been fucked, my asshole would have been torn so
bad it killed me.

There was nothing kind or gentle or even human about what the man did to
me.

Without any lube but that spit, he shoved his dick hard balls deep inside
me.

It knocked the breath out of me.

I realized I was crying and that he didn't even notice.

He slammed into me over and over and over. Hard and fast and brutal and
without mercy.

Then I felt his weight on me. It was smothering me and the smell just got
even stronger until I almost couldn't breathe.

And then it was over.

He thrust hard and deep two more times and I felt him shudder on top of me.

I expected to feel his cum dripping out of me, but I didn't.

I didn't realize why until his body lifted off of me and I heard a snap.

Then I felt my head twisted to the side by a meaty hand and felt a splash
and then several drips as whoever it was emptied his condom on my face.

Then I heard him zip up, buckle up, and leave.

I heard a loud cheer from outside and then the door reopened. This time,
there were clearly at least two men who entered.

I heard them speak and felt a hand stroking my ass and back:

Man 1: Good goddamn, if that ain't a faggot I ain't ever seen one.

Man 2: Smooth as a girl. Small too. You ever fucked a queer?

Man 1: A baby one like this. You remember I was a scout master?

Man 2: Yeah.

Man 1: Caught some of the older boys spit roasting a queer on one of our
trips. Pulled 'em off and moved him to my tent to protect him, but you know
how it goes. I don't turn down throat or pussy, even boypussy.

Man 2: Was he tight?

Man 1: Throat and ass. I miss gagging and pounding the little fuck. I don't
think he liked it too much though.

They both laughed and then were quiet for a second.

Then I heard movement.

A pair of hairy legs were suddently in front of me. I couldn't quite see
the man's face, but he was white, naked, and his fat hairy belly was almost
touching me. His dick was semi-hard and maybe five inches.

He lifted his balls up and said, "Lick my nuts, faggot."

I stuck my tongue out and started lapping at his fat balls. They smelled
and tasted bad, but I knew he wasn't leaving until he came and I could
still feel the marks from where Mr. Dennis whipped me.

He moaned and casually jerked his dick hard while I licked his hairy balls.

The other man laughed and I realized I must be tonguing the scout master.

Then I felt the other man's dick on my butt. He slapped my buttcheeks with
his cock a few times and then I heard him wet my hole and his cock with
lube.

This time, it felt totally different.

It still hurt, but he was smashing his dick in me and wiggling it
around. Every few strokes, he hit that spot inside me that made me cum
before. I started trying to hump back.

The man in front of me must have realized I wasn't going to be a
problem. He jerked his wet dick fully hard and then started throat fucking
me.

It was the most intense thing I ever felt.

My ass was hurting, but it felt like my dick was getting jerked off from
the inside. I was gagging and choking and barely able to breathe, but I was
rock hard.

Even when the man in my throat held my head down on his dick and thrust
until I retched, I stayed hard.

Even when he spit on me and slapped me and called me a whore while my lips
were pressed so deep on his dick I could lick his nuts, I stayed hard.

Even when the man in my asshole went crazy and started rabbit fucking me, I
was hard.

They both nutted at the same time.

My mouth was filled with bitter cum, even as I felt cum drip out of my
butthole and down my legs.

I don't know how many men used me that night.

The door would open and shut and one or more men would use my holes, almost
always brutally, then leave.

Half of them I knew somehow.

My friend Derrick's dad paid extra to piss in my mouth after fucking me.

Mr. Miller taught me to play tee-ball. He choked me and called me names
while rutting inside me.

The guys who built our pool were some of the worst. They were Mexican and
seemed to enjoy saying and doing nasty stuff to me the whole time. I
couldn't understand most of what they said, but it sounded mean.

No one ever touched my dick, but I came at least five times. Even with the
pain.

The worst, though, was at the end of the night.

The door opened. Then I heard Mr. Dennis speak:

The kid signed up for this. He was willing. Check the paper. That's his
signature. He dated it today. He asked for it. He said he was a faggot and
existed only to serve real men. He asked to be my slave. He begged for
it. He took everybody and nutted the whole time. The kid is a fag whore.

There was a pause.

Then I heard the other man speak.

It was my dad.

He said, "How much?"

Mr. Dennis replied, "He made me three grand."

My dad replied, "Get him off there. Then I want a rimjob and ass to
mouth. Then I want to never see him again. Understand? I don't care where
he goes, but I don't want to ever see him again. You can keep the money."

Mr. Dennis must have nodded.

I felt my legs being unlocked. Then my waist. Then my arms and neck.

I got up and started to bolt for the back door.

I made it about two feet before the collar kicked in and I was on the
ground.

The next thing I saw was my dad's cowboy boots. We had all saved our
allowance for six months to buy them for him for Christmas. They were
filthy.

He pushed his right boot into my mouth and said, "Lick it."

I tried talking, tried to explain, to get him to stop, but I couldn't talk
with the protector in my mouth and his boot in it.

Then I heard a snap and my back exploded with pain.

It was the belt again, but hard and without any mercy.

Then Mr. Dennis growled, "Do as he says and make those boots shine or your
back will be raw for a week, boy."

I tentatively began to tongue my dad's boot. The filth was caked on it. Mud
and who knows what. The taste had me gagging. I had to almost chew some of
the hardened brown and black crud off it. He didn't want just the ends or
the top of it clean either. After the front was wet with my slobber and
shining, he had me tongue the filth off the bottom and rest of the boot.

Then he switched feet.

I was completely soft by then and felt like I was in a twilight
zone. Collared, on a filthy floor, porn playing, kneeling, licking my dad's
boots clean.

Then he looked down at me, saw the boots wet and shining, and said, "Enough
of that."

My dad was from Alabama originally and he usually dressed like a country
guy. He was in blue jeans and a western shirt and a belt. I must have
missed his genes completely because he had dark hair, a brownish tan, and
was hairy as fuck. He was also tall and kind of fat muscular like men in
their fifties get.

I looked around the room for the first time. There was a screen playing
porn, a small trash can full of used condoms, the bench I'd been tied down
on, and a couple of chairs. Mr. Dennis was watching from one.

The other chair looked sort of broken. It had a hole where you sit and was
connected to some sort of springs.

There was a workout type mattress under it.

My dad grabbed me by the collar and drug me to it. He turned me on to my
back, pulled my head back a bit, and nodded.

My head was right below the hole in the seat.

Then he said, "Stay still."

I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. I had never noticed just how hairy
his nipples and body were. He put the shirt on the bench and then pulled
off his boots. The belt and the pants were next.

I hadn't seen him naked before. He was uncircumcised and his cock had to
get huge. It was soft and was about six inches.

He didn't shave anywhere.

I tried talking, tried breaking him out of this, tried making him realize
it was me.

The sounds I made triggered a quick shock from the collar.

Then Dad spoke again and said, "Connor, take the little fag's ball and if I
don't feel tongue or he stops, squeeze. Don't let go until you get a nod
from me."

I felt more than saw Mr. Dennis at my legs. Then I felt my jock pulled off
all the way for the first time that night.

Then I understood the chair.

Dad sat down on it and it lowered his hairy asshole to my face. All I could
see was his hole and his ass.

Like with the boots, all he said was lick.

I couldn't. It was an asshole. His asshole. Who licked ass, much less an
old man's ass or their own dad's butt?

Then Mr. Dennis squeezed and twisted my nuts.

My tongue leaped out. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I needed to do
something to stop Mr. Dennis.

I ran my tongue around the edge of dad's hole. I licked his crack on both
sides. I couldn't make my tongue actually touch his asshole.

Then Mr. Dennis squeezed my nuts again. I didn't have a choice.

I stuck my tongue right to his asshole and licked.

The taste made me gag, but I knew not to stop. I kept licking like I was
starving and it was an ice cream cone.

Dad started moaning.

Then he started talking nasty as I rimmed him.

He was saying stuff like:

Eat that shit hole, faggot. Get your tongue up that hairy butthole. I want
to feel it inside me you worthless cum eating whore. You're not my son
anymore, just a slave. No real boy would eat old man ass even under
threat. You're disgusting. You deserve everything you're going to
get. Don't stop, bitch. Tongue my hole, fairy.

The whole time, I could hear him jacking off with my tongue in him.

After maybe twenty minutes, he stopped and the chair lifted.

Mr. Dennis asked, "Do you want him back on the bench?"

My dad shook his head.

Then he was standing over me and I could see his hard cock. It looked huge
and his balls were huge and hanging low.

I pulled one of his ass hairs out of my mouth.

Dad looked down on me, spit on my face, and then flipped me over onto my
belly.

To be continued?