Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2003 21:19:23 -0400 From: Ricky Frazier Subject: Brian's Visit - CH 5 (AUTHORITARIAN & W/S) CHAPTER FIVE - Saturday Night By the time Brian and I finished in the bathroom, Kevin and Phillip had returned from the store with a couple cases of beer and were relaxing in the living room. Tim and Brad were still on the couch, channel-surfing and tossing back more alcohol. Tim held up the bong as the two of us neared the sofa. "We saved the last of this bowl for you in case Jesse is late." Brian took a short hit and handed it to me. "Finish it. As soon as you're done, we can get started." "Looks like he's ready to get started now." Kevin pointed out with a gesture towards my bloated, drippy dick. "I don't think I've ever been that boned up. That fucker looks painful!" I lifted the oversized water-pipe to my mouth and took a healthy toke while listening to their lewd comments. I held it in for a moment before slowly exhaling, keeping the smoke in for as long as possible. My cock, which was still throbbing hard, was sending drop after drop of pent-up precum straight down to the floor. I had become so accustomed to being hard, aroused, and wet around these guys that I wouldn't have even noticed if a large drop of my juice had not landed on top of my naked foot. As I tilted my head down to look, I felt Brian nudge me. "There's more in there to burn, Fuckwad! Don't waste it! Come on, light up." I quickly held the fire to the bowl again and inhaled deeply. Brian was right - there was probably at least half a bowl left in there. Unaccustomed as I had grown to smoking weed, I certainly was not prepared to shotgun like this - taking hit after hit until I emptied the bowl - but, then again, I wasn't in much of a position to argue and thought that it might actually take the edge off my nerves. Soon enough, I was feeling nice and relaxed - if not a bit dizzy. As I took my last draw off the pipe, I started coughing and felt Brian slapping my back. "Suck it up, pussyboy!" The smack was not painful, but it did shake me enough to send my cock bouncing, slinging juice halfway across the room, much to the delight of my "guests". He took the pipe from me and examined it to make sure that I had indeed emptied it before giving it back to Tim. "Alright guys - I think it's a little early for us to jump right into tonight's activities. Maybe we should give our slut-host a chance to entertain us for a while before we get into the action." I heard Phillip and Brad mumble, obviously irritated that we weren't ready to start yet, but Kevin and Tim must have known what Brian had in mind and nodded their heads approvingly. "You see...I've been trying to teach this little bitch that his cock isn't worth shit to me. I don't want him getting off while there are real men in the room and I've gone to great lengths to make sure that he hasn't cum yet this weekend. It's time though to see how much he's learned." "What are you going to do?" asked Phillip. "You'll see. Alright pussy, lay back on the coffee table and pull your feet up..." He paused, waiting for me to comply. "That's it - scoot back some more...yeah, let your head hang over the edge. You can rest your feet on the edge of the table. There, that's it. You comfortable?" I was not. "Tim, did you put a new tape in the video camera like I asked you?" "Yeah, I did it...and Kevin bought us a few more while he was at the store." "Excellent! Grab the camera and aim it at me." Everyone waited for a few minutes while Tim got the video camera ready. The weed I had smoked so quickly was creeping up on me fast now - I was feeling no pain. Looking up at Brian, who was smirking at me the entire time, I felt so exposed. I tried to calm myself down, but paranoia was kicking in as well. Not only that, but my cock was now bloated beyond belief and was belching regularly, spewing more fluid onto my belly. It felt cold as it pooled in my navel, slowly gathering there, filling the cavity, before running down my sides to the surface of the coffee table. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tim started the camera. "We are here today in Ricky's living room to test him", said Brian to no one in particular, but looking directly into the camera. "You see, earlier this weekend, I found out some interesting things about my old roommate. He invited me out here and before I knew it he had thrown a bone looking at my cock out on his deck. He then asked if he could give me a foot massage and damned if his cock didn't start dripping like a faucet. It was obvious that he wanted more, and to be honest, I was curious about just how far he would go. He blew me once and was begging for my juice before Tim came over and he started fagging out all over again - this time over Tim! He had his fucking mouth all over Tim's sweaty socks and feet and then the whore took his filthy, cheesy cock down his throat. Before he was done, he had drunk two loads of cum, two jock-bladders full of piss, and had rooted around both our feet like some kinda dog..." I couldn't believe the commentary I was hearing! I mean, it wasn't factually untrue, but for Brian to be explaining it all on video was unreal. My mind was becoming fuzzy as more of the weed was absorbed into my bloodstream and my cock began to throb like mad as I listened to Brian's words. In my fog, it seemed as though I was re-living the events as he spoke. He continued... "Tim and I got bored and decided to take the faggot out to the bookstore to buy some toys for him to play with. There, to his pleasure, we met Kevin, Phillip, and Brad. Say hello, guys..." I only vaguely heard them respond. "We invited them back here last night to watch the show with us, but we got so into it that the boy only had time to play with one of his toys." I remembered the ball-stretcher that had been attached to me all night, that had mercilessly kept me close to the edge while making it all the more difficult to unload - especially when the guys had started swinging the weights that had been attached. "Anyway, long story short, the fag ended up taking another four loads of cum...Kevin decided to save his dick-snot for today, but he was nice enough to give him a nice long drink of piss off his big ol' pussy-splitter. Show it to the camera, Kevin." I heard movement as Kevin lowered his sweat pants and walked to the coffee table. I immediately felt more awake, turning my head to see what was happening. Kevin's cock was just as amazing as I remembered it. As if in response, my cock started jerking up and down hard - I actually heard it slap the wet skin of my stomach during one particularly violent lurch. Brian started laughing, "Damn dudes, would you look at that? I almost thought he had passed out, but as soon as he thinks he's gonna get to see some cock he snaps to quick! Go ahead faggot, take a good long look at Kevin's cock. He promised to work that whole thing up inside you tonight and we might get around to it later...just not yet." Kevin stowed his hefty piece back into his dirty sweat pants and walked out of the camera's frame as Brian continued his narrative... "Well, after this fucking cum hole sucked up a five course breakfast of spooge and wet toast, he spent the rest of the day entertaining us as best he could. But, what we are here for now is a test. You see, he begged me not to send you guys away this morning and just a few minutes ago he told me that he would do ANYTHING for us to stay and play with him tonight. Now I myself could go for some real pussy tonight...something nice and sticky and wet with big huge tits to hang onto while I fucking plow all night. But, if Ricky here is serious, then maybe - just maybe mind you - he actually deserves to get some from us tonight. So what we are going to do is make him PROVE how much he wants it. If he passes the test, he'll get what he wants - if not, you guys are going cruising with me tonight for girl-pussy while Ricky waits for us - naked and tied to a tree in his front yard!" Another chorus of frat-house style laughter spread through the room as I considered this new development. I was suddenly more than a little scared. What the fuck was he talking about? I know that I had said no rules, but this was just ridiculous! I clumsily rolled over and started to get up. Brian quickly intervened, using his foot to push me back down on the coffee table. "DON'T START THAT SHIT, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!!! You said no rules, which doesn't mean there aren't any, just that you don't get to make them! Now, you can stay down there on your own, or I can get the ropes - which is it going to be?" His tone had shifted dramatically from the one he had used during his narration and I knew that I had angered him. I lowered myself back down and looked up at him, willing to do anything to avoid the ropes. "I'll stay here and do what you say - please, Brian, don't get the ropes." "I ought to, you lousy sack of shit!" he responded, glaring at me with angry eyes. "What's his test going to be?" asked Brad, seemingly growing impatient. "Shut the fuck up dude! Can't you see the man is working here?" replied Kevin, who was obviously enjoying the drama playing out in front of him. Brian's angry face melted into an evil smirk as he stared at me and answered... "I don't like people with no self-control. His test is going to be this - we are going to keep this video-tape running while our potential hole keeps at least one hand on that leaky fag boner of his. His hand must be in motion at all times, but he can stroke as slow as he wants. If he manages not to blow his fag spunk all over the fucking room by the time the video runs out, he wins. If he can't control himself and makes a mess, then we go find something a little more worthy...after we tie him to a tree of course!" The room exploded with laughter - everyone except for me. The tapes that go in my 8mm camera run for about 120 minutes - two fucking hours! Even if you took into account the ten minutes or so that Brian had just spent summarizing my adventures in whoredom to date, that still left far more time than I could ever hope to last in my current state. Last night, I had been begging to shoot and had come very close to doing so on a few occasions. Fuck, even today I had experienced a couple of close calls, including a very precarious edge over the toilet while Brian finger fucked me. I felt my eyes begin to water up as I thought of the humiliation of lying on my coffee table, stroking my fuck-hard cock for almost two solid hours while these guys watched and taunted me. Did they want me to fail? Did they want to just embarrass me and go get girl-pussy like Brian had said? Or did they hope that I would be able to actually do it - to make it through the two hours and then be subject to whatever else they had in mind? Shit! My cock felt so on edge that I started to think that I would blast as soon as I put my hand on the slimy, super-heated cock-skin. "Goddamn", I thought to myself, "just last night I was trying so hard to get my cock off and now I am going to have to try and keep it from going off! This is going to be fucking impossible!!!" Just then I heard Phillip's voice. "Man, this is fucking weak! I don't wanna sit here for two hours watching this faggot wank off!" "Relax, dude. I know I've not known Brian for very long, but if I'm right, he'll make it interesting for us." answered Kevin. I wasn't sure I knew what to make of that comment, but I didn't have long to consider it as Brian began barking orders at me again. "Well, get started faggot! Time and tapes a wastin'!!!" he instructed, giving the other guys a knowing wink. I slowly reached down and tentatively wrapped my sweaty hand around my swollen cock. I took a deep breath and slowly, carefully began moving my hand in up and down motions, trying to keep the contractions in my groin at bay as I began what was to be the two most excruciating hours of my life. As the next 45 minutes crawled by, the guys passed the camera back and forth, always keeping it focused on the manipulation of my obscene dick while I tried to keep control of it. I knew that none of them would try to stop me if I got too close, but even then, more than once, I came close to saying "FUCK IT ALL - I'M GONNA SHOOT!!!" If Brian had not asked me to smoke as much pot as he had, my task would have been impossible. I was now playing an intense game of brinkmanship - succeed and I get what I wanted (or at least what Brian had convinced me that I wanted), fail and I might spend the rest of the night naked and tied to a tree in my front yard. I became a different person lying on that coffee table. I became convinced that I could do it - that I could show them - that I had the self control to make it to the end of the video tape. I started thinking about what would happen if/when I made it to the end. I thought about Kevin's cock, then about Tim's nasty, cheesy, foreskin sheathed pole, and then about feeling Brian slipping the thick monster dick that I had craved all these years without knowing it up my pre-lubed ass...my cunt. My cunt! Shit, I hadn't even been fucked yet and I was already thinking of it as my cunt! Just then a series of massive contractions in my groin brought me out of my reverie. If I didn't get control of my body and right now, I would never feel those things. I squeezed my ass-muscles as hard as I could and slowed my hand as much as possible while still meeting Brian's rule that it must stay in motion. I fought it hard. If I could just avoid the head...I fought it with every fiber of my being. I felt cum rising into the shaft of my cock. I heard laughter. I felt dizzy. I heard comments like "Shit, he's gonna lose it!" and "Fucker is trying man, don't count him out yet." I knew that I needed every ounce of concentration to fend off the nearly inevitable orgasm. Clamping down hard once more and biting my lower lip so hard that it hurt, I worked myself back off the brink of disaster. Still concentrating hard, I heard clapping and twisted my head. Everyone but Kevin (who was holding the camera at the time) was standing up and applauding me. It all seemed so surreal. "Brian, dude! You know how to throw a fucking party!!! That was awesome as shit!" cried Kevin. "I know you wanted him to go the full two hours non-stop, but I think that performance deserves a five minute break. What you do say?" "What you do think, pussy? I gotta admit that was pretty impressive. I almost started looking for the keys to your car 'cause I knew you were about to fuck everything up. But somehow you managed to hang on. What do you say? Would you like a five minute break?" Deep inside me, I knew that I really needed the break, but pride just wouldn't let me give in - not just yet. In a way, the fact that I had impressed them made me feel good. It made me feel admired - almost. Wanting to show them that I could make it through the whole tape without a break...I declined their offer. "Suit yourself," replied Brian. "But you got an hour left to go and I got a few surprises for you before then...you see...I had Tim copy last night's tape onto a regular video cassette that we could pop into your VCR if we needed to. I think it's about time to watch it - from the beginning." With that, he picked up the remote and started the tape of my prior slutty activities, making sure to pump up the sound really loud in case I didn't feel like watching it. The fact was that, if I had even for a moment, turned my face towards the television, I would have lost it immediately. I was in a place I had never been before - high from the weed and the excruciating need to pump out my built up cum. I was riding the crest of a permanent edge that threatened to consume me. One ill-timed stroke and I was doomed. My cock had ceased to look like anything that should belong to a human. Swollen to painful proportions and now weeping a continuous stream of precum that was, over time, getting thicker and thicker...more like strands of actual cum. My cock and my need to orgasm were now the enemy. If I could just make it through...just focus enough to keep the pent up load right where it was, I could show these guys that I really mean business. I heard the voices on the television - have to block them out. God! Why are they making this so hard? I heard slurping noises and refused to look up, knowing from the sounds that I was taking Tim's nasty, fuck-stick down my throat. Slowly, up and down, my hand continued to travel. I started sweating profusely, and felt my back getting sticky. My pits were pouring out sweat, running all over my coffee table as I endured my test. I could smell myself - the smell of sex, an animal smell. I felt a deep contraction coming and squeezed hard to suppress it, my hand slowing even more. I focused on my breathing and knew the worst was over. But how much time was left? I couldn't go on like this forever - no one could. I opened my mouth to cry out in both ecstasy and frustration when it was filled with one of Tim's dirty socks. Luckily for me, the distraction eased the pumping in my crotch but I knew the reprieve was only temporary as the fumes from the sweat and funk-filled fabric made their way into my brain. I felt like giving up - in fact, a growing part of me wanted nothing more than to quit right then and there. But, I was not a quitter. I thought of how Brian would react if I fucked up and shot my load now and that gave me hope. Thinking of how he might praise me if I made it through this ordeal - how he might give in and let me cum to my hearts content once this trial was over and I got down to servicing them - those thoughts hardened my resolve to show them that I could make it through...FUCK IT!!!...I'll show you MOTHER-FUCKING BASTARDS!!! I'M GONNA MAKE IT!!!!! "How much time is left on the tape?" asked Brian, looking at Phillip who was currently holding the camera. "I'd say about half an hour. Why? Don't you think he's gonna make it?" "He's trying really hard - that much is obvious. But I'm thinking about trying something else while we still got some time on this tape." "What you got in mind?" asked Kevin as I continued to slowly and achingly massage my cock, being careful to stay clear of the inflamed head. "Well, he never got to play with the rest of the toys we bought for him last night - and, well shit, if we don't use them now, we might never get to use them. Tim, where did you put the bag?" "It's behind the couch." Brian moved over and retrieved the bag and then, still holding it, moved over to where I was laying, towering over me. "Hand's off your fag-cock, bitch!" he commanded. Despite my desire to show them that I could meet the terms of the original deal, I released my cock and lay prone on the coffee table, awaiting this newest humiliation. "Take a look at this...bought something last night for that pretty cunt of yours." He slowly lifted out of the bag a long dildo, at least 8 or 9 inches and thick. It had a long cord running from the base to a device that looked like a switch of some kind. "I'm gonna use this on you now. You don't have to keep playing with your cock, but you do have to still keep yourself from cumming. If you shoot, you still lose, but if you can hold back, you win. Do you understand the new rules?" Deeply concerned about this turn of events, but still committed to getting through this (not to mention still out-of-my-mind horny), I looked up at Brian and said, "I understand." I was not at all sure that I could make it through this next phase since I had no idea how this was going to feel. The dildo in Brian's hand was quite a bit larger than the finger he had used earlier and it looked like it was going to hurt, but I was going to get through this - no backing out now - Brian had made that perfectly clear. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself for the intrusion as Brian moved the large toy between my legs and pressed it against my greasy hole. I noticed that Kevin quickly moved to that end of the table with an apparent desire to watch me get broken in. To my surprise, Brian did not shove the latex cock directly up my ass. Instead, he teased the opening to my hole, pressing the dildo with just enough force to keep it in place and jiggling it quickly in short up and down motions. The overall effect was almost like a massage. My dick was still lurching wildly and belching out juice, but my nerves had backed me off from the edge slightly. I knew that, at least for the moment, I was safe. I felt the pressure on my hole begin to increase and Brian's jiggling motions intensify, when suddenly my ass spasmed unexpectedly and the head of the dildo snapped into my ass. Immediately, my hole clamped down hard on it and pain raced through my body. It wasn't terrible, just extremely uncomfortable. I winced from the new sensation and noticed that my own cock had lost some of its hardness. "That's it, pussy," commented Kevin, "just relax and take it up there. You got the head in now and that's just a taste of what's to come. It will be a lot easier on you if you just let it happen." To his credit, Brian was breaking me in slowly - leaving the head of the dildo parked right where it was, jiggling it randomly, but not giving me time to tighten back up enough to cause real pain. Within a few minutes, my ass was beginning to spasm uncontrollably, opening and closing on the head like a reflex action. Brian began to use short thrusts, barely sinking a couple of inches in and out, in time to the spasms. "FUCK YEAH!!!! That's it, faggot. Your ass is opening up and swallowing this cock all by itself. Look at that thing gaping at us!" said Brian, calling the other guys over to watch. Tim made sure to get a close up as my ass opened again and again, swallowing more and more of the dildo each time. Brian was hardly exerting any pressure, just enough for the cock not to lose any of the ground it had already gained, and still jiggling it enough to keep me off guard. Suddenly, the cock in my ass touched something inside me and I thought I was going to pass out. My own cock seemed to stretch beyond the confines of its skin as it swelled quickly and began an all too familiar dance, spewing out precum in time to the strokes of the cock inside me. I couldn't help myself...I moaned out loud in pleasure. "Goddamn, bitch! Looks like I found your spot. All you faggot's got one. Once a man has touched your spot with his cock, a good pussy like you will live for a chance to have it touched again. You'll be looking at guy's crotches all the time now - and not out of curiosity anymore. No, you'll be wondering how this or that guy's dick would feel lodged deep up your pussy - pounding you senseless - hitting this spot over and over again 'til you spew your fucking fag load all over the place. FUCK, it wouldn't surprise me if after a while you can't even throw a bone without some big nasty cock throwing you a hard fuck, massaging your insides, spewing a huge wad of dick-snot deep into you." He was picking up speed as he talked and some kind of switch went off in my mind. I knew that he was right - I couldn't believe the feelings running through me and could see myself doing anything to feel this again. My cock swelled and bounced with each word and thrust. I was on the edge again, feeling the cum backed up deep within me trying hard to find a way out. I still wanted to pass this first test, now more than ever - I now NEEDED to feel them inside me. The thought of shooting my load and NOT GETTING FUCKED now was unacceptable. Brian must have been reading my mind. "Yeah, not so confident now, are you pussy? You got this cock in you pumping away, pushing your buttons and you're about to shoot all over the fucking place, aren't you? I can see by the way your fag dick is swaying and pumping and convulsing that you are on the edge of a huge one. You better hold it back, faggot. I'm not about to stop pumping your ass with this tool and if you lose it, we are outta here. If you want to find out how a real cock would feel in there tonight, you'd better calm yourself down faggot. Remember, we don't have much patience for people with no self-control. You got about 10 minutes left. You don't wanna fuck up now, do you?" I don't know how I made it through the next 10 minutes - especially when he hit the switch and it began to vibrate. Brian would pump the dildo in and out quickly and then slow down, giving me 3 or 4 long, slow strokes with it. Again and again, I felt the cum rise to the base of my tube, but each time I managed to hold off the inevitable. My hands were gripping the sides of the coffee table so hard that my knuckles turned white. I concentrated on my breathing and tried to block out Brian's talking and the taunting of the others. SHIT, the cum was rising again! I was going to fail! I was going to shoot! FUCK, if he would just change the rhythm or pull out for a second, then I MIGHT be able to regain control. NO...GOD, FUCK NO!!!! Just a few hours ago, I was begging for this release, and now I regretted that it meant that I was finished for tonight. The cock that was pistoning in and out of me was about to push me...no, throw me over the edge that I'd been clinging to all this time... Suddenly, I heard a familiar beep from the video camera and the whirring of mechanical parts as the auto-rewind feature kicked in. Before Tim could inform Brian that the tape was over, the cock pounding me was withdrawn, leaving my asshole gaping in time to convulsions of a frustrated orgasm. I was soaked in sweat and precum and this pre-empted ejaculation caused my head to swim. I became dizzy and lost all concentration...until I heard the doorbell. I vaguely remember Brian telling me not to move as he got up to answer the door. Everyone's attention was diverted for a moment as the guys walked over to the entry way and greeted Jesse - tonight's supplier. My need to orgasm was also slowly beginning to dissipate, as I had been caught off guard by the sudden flurry of activity in the room. My cock, however, didn't seem to get the message. It was in constant motion now, rocking and throbbing up and down to the continuing contractions in my groin. I could now feel those contractions in my ass as well. Even though I couldn't see it, it felt as though it was opening and closing over and over again - my entire crotch seemed alive, a living thing apart from me, over which I no longer had complete control. Reaching between my legs, past my filthy, slobbering dick, I pressed my fingers against my hole and felt that it was indeed contracting and relaxing in perfect time with my dancing cock. I slowly eased a finger just inside the ass walls and was shocked to see how easy it now slid in. As I did this, a large glob of thick, off-white pre-scum came pouring out of my gaping piss-slit. "I told you after you had something in there that you would be craving more. Just couldn't wait, could you?" It was Brian again. The guys had returned from their drug-dealing and were filing back into the living room. Since they had gone to meet Jesse out in the entry way (which doesn't give a good look into the living room), I thought that maybe they were going to keep our activities tonight a secret from him. I didn't know this Jesse person at all and maybe Brian thought he might just not be into this kinda scene. Whatever I thought, though, was dead wrong. Here they were, all walking back into the living room - including Jesse - and I was naked on my coffee table with sweat and precum all over me, fingering my ass! Brian gave me a moment to fully experience the humiliation before speaking again. "Come here, faggot. I'd like for you to meet Jesse...that is, if you can pull yourself away from your pussy for a minute." The other guys broke into laughter and foul comments of their own as I stood on shaky legs and walked over to Brian and Jesse. My dick leaked steadily during the short trip, leaving a slippery trail on my floor. Jesse just looked me up and down for a few seconds and, terrified to speak, I just stood there, waiting for some kind of indication as to what would happen next. "I'd shake your hand, dude, but I just saw where it's been." Jesse said to me, his voice dripping with condescension. I lowered my face in shame. "Yeah, I knew he'd get off on it. You'd never believe he's got a cherry ass from the way he was fingering it when you just saw him. We just spent about a half an hour getting him ready for his real cherry-busting with that dildo over by the coffee table...fucker was really into it too. By the way, his name is Ricky - not that it matters much though - I hardly ever call him that since I found out how much of a total slut he is." "Mind if I stay? It's been a long time since I been cherry-picking and I've made enough money off this run to last me awhile. I don't have anywhere else I need to be." "Sure you can stay man...fucking spend the whole damn night if you want! We got plenty of beer, weed, and pussy. He loves to please, man, fucking loves to please..." I just stood there, listening to them, thinking to myself, "Great! Just what I need - someone new thrown into the mix." I had started to feel more relaxed around the five already in my house (as relaxed as I could feel under the circumstances), but now here was another complete stranger in my house to ratchet up my uneasiness and keep me off guard. Brian grabbed my arm and motioned me back towards the center of the living room and left me standing there, hard cock thrust out towards them, leaking like a fucking hose, while everyone else took seats around the room. Tim and Phillip were already working on getting the bong refilled and Kevin had gone to the kitchen to get another round of beer. When Kevin returned, Brian took a beer from him and handed it to me, along with a tablet that I recognized from last night. "Here, take this...its another tab of XTC. You enjoyed it so much last night that I asked Jesse to bring one over for you." When I hesitated for a moment, he added, "Go ahead and take it. It will put you in a much nicer state of mind - one where you'll enjoy tonight a lot better." I popped the pill in my mouth and downed it with a swig off the beer. At this point, the other guys just sat there and talked about nothing in particular, almost oblivious to the hard, naked man standing, slowly sipping his beer just a few feet away from them. I didn't want to make a move to sit down or get more comfortable without Brian giving me instructions to do so out of fear of angering him. He was smoking pot now with the others and I knew from experience how unpredictable he becomes when he is high. I took a moment to gaze down at my cock. The thing was fucking unbelievable! I mean, I wasn't feeling at all sexual at the moment - in fact, I was down-right uncomfortable, and yet, here it was, still standing proud as a flagpole, dripping constantly down the underside of the shaft, over the swollen cum-tube, the nasty pre-fuck slipping down my balls and slowly down my right leg. The wet streams descending down my legs tickled, but I didn't dare move to stop them. My cock would occasionally twitch violently, like it was trying to find something, anything to touch in a vain effort to blast its neglected wad out. Brian snapped me out of my thoughts by suddenly ordering me to kneel in front of the sofa, directly in front of Jesse. It was the first time I had really noticed what he looked like. He seemed to be about our age, maybe just a little older, and did not fit the mold of a stereotypical drug-dealer. He had an average build from what I could tell and was wearing a loose-fitting black t-shirt that hung down to his crotch while standing. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans that were torn on the right knee. His feet, which seemed far too big for his body, were covered with a pair of well-worn, black Nike cross-trainers. I noticed that both shoes were nearly worn through at the big toe and that he had on an old pair of gray athletic socks on underneath. His face was a little more hardened than that of the other guys in the room and his sparse facial hair didn't look like it had been shaved in weeks, but still, it did not seem overly unkempt. He had shoulder length black hair, some of which fell into his face as he talked. I moved to sit down in front of him as Brian had ordered and felt the XTC begin to kick in. I knew that in no time I would be flying high. "OK, cum-dump, you ought to give Jesse here a little of that famous service of yours. You can start out on his feet. Use your hands, your mouth, whatever you want...fuck, go to town on 'em - just don't touch yourself while you are playing. Remember, your fag-cock doesn't count when you are in a room with real men." I lowered my eyes both in shame and to get a better look at his feet. Jesse reached down with one of his large hands and grabbed my hair, forcing me to make eye-contact with him. "Are you telling me this faggot is sick enough to get into guy's feet?!" he asked, speaking to Brian, but never breaking his gaze into my eyes. "Fuck yeah he does! Told me this morning that he really gets off on Tim's because the fucker's smell so damn bad! Apparently, mine didn't stink enough for him - even though his little clitty got rock-hard and wet as he tongued 'em." Everyone laughed except Jesse. "Well, shit! These dogs will send him into orbit. In fact, they might be so bad they run the rest of you guys outta the room." His eyes tunneled into me. "Is that what you WANT, to work on my smelly feet? Or are they just making you do this? You can tell me. I won't have you doing this if you don't really want it, no matter what Brian says. So, tell me, is this what you WANT to do?" I swallowed hard and spoke, "Yes, I really want to do it." "Well then, get to work. You play with 'em and make me feel real good. When we're ready for something else, we'll let you know." With that settled he released my hair and sat back, relaxing on the couch, taking the bong from Phillip and taking a long draw. I didn't waste a second before reaching out to touch his shoes. "Told ya' man," commented Brian. "I thought you were full of shit, Brian. I've known a few faggots before...hell, we used to have this one guy that would come to the parties at my house and give out blow-jobs to the guys without dates after he got fucked up, but I have NEVER known any guy that would get off on another dudes feet. It sounds sick, but if he's into it, who am I to pass up a massage." I felt myself blushing, embarrassed by being talked about like this, but also totally caught up in the heat coming from Jesse's feet. The tops of his shoes were warm, and I lifted one, placing my nose right over the threadbare spot where his big toe made contact with the fabric and took a deep breath. I heard laughter but didn't care. Everyone else in the room had already seen me do worse things than that and I was sure that before the night was over Jesse would too. The easiest thing to do would be to just give into it. I wanted this and I knew it. The drugs made it somewhat easier to accept, but I knew that I would have wanted to touch his feet even if I was stone-cold sober. I quickly unlaced both sneakers and spread the laces wide, not taking the shoes off, but just getting them really loose. Then I lifted each one to my face, and after another hard sniff, lifted each over his heels and slipped them off completely. The smell was strong, but I didn't find it bad - in fact, I found it excited me again. The scent had my cock leaping between my legs as I buried my face in the damp material. His feet were huge and damp and I had put one of his sock-covered big toes in my mouth before I even thought about it. Just then I heard Tim tell me to look up. I removed the toe from my mouth but kept the large foot cradled in my hands. Tim had put another video tape in my camera and was once again filming me. "No, put his foot back in your mouth, faggot! Show the camera how much you love it." My inhibitions all but gone, I did exactly what he told me. I made a complete ass of myself, sitting there on the floor with some strangers sweat and funk-covered sock in my mouth, tonguing at the locker-room smells, all the while keeping my eyes focused on the camera, playing the part of a fucking whore. I reached up and tore the foul socks from his feet and after smelling each deeply, worked his feet hard with my hands and mouth, working my tongue between each toe and lapping at the funk I found there. The smells were intoxicating. I thought to myself that this guy must never wash his feet at all for them to get this ripe, but all I knew was that what I was doing was making my cock feel good - too good - an orgasm was just around the corner. I started panting and shut my eyes. "Don't you even thing about cumming, slut!" shouted Brian. "You better stop that right now!" His tone was the same as you would use with a puppy you were trying to housebreak. I lowered both of Jesse's feet and concentrated all my will-power to keep myself from shooting. I didn't look at my cock - I knew that I was too close and seeing it in this condition would only make me want to shoot more...besides, I knew that I could always watch it on video as Tim was now zooming in on the massive cock jerking wildly between my legs. "See what you've gone and done, Jesse...got the faggot so worked up over those nasty feet that he's about to lose his juice. You back in control yet, pussy?" "Not yet, it could still happen any second..." "Stand up!!! You better not fucking sling it..." I stood up quickly, my sloppy cock slapping my stomach hard and slinging pre-fuck all the way up to my chin. Brian moved quickly and grabbed my balls hard. Since they were drawn up in the sack, he squeezed the nuts themselves, not just the skin. I winced in pain, but knew that I was no longer on the edge. Brian had successfully headed me off at the pass once again. Brian continued to squeeze my nuts until they had lowered in the sack, then reached down and grabbed one of Jesse's socks. He wrapped the sock around my sack and tied it off - tightly. The bulk of the material pushed my balls out as far as they had ever been and the pressure was incredible. He twisted the sock until the knot was in the back and then, after smacking me hard on the ass, returned to his seat - his own hard cock now sticking out of his boxers. "That should keep you on a low simmer for a while without letting you fuck things up by shooting that nasty fag-load." Then, after pausing for just a moment and looking around the room, he added, "I think its time to get naked guys!" There was a chorus of rowdy "woo-who's" and filthy comments as the guys shed their clothing - everyone except Jesse, who only stood up and took off his t-shirt. "I think I want your cum-slut to take off my jeans for me," he said, looking at Brian. "You heard the man," barked Brian, "snap to it!" I walked over to Jesse, my cock and sock-tied ball-sack swinging from my groin, and reached out for his top button. "On your knees..." Lowering myself into my previous position, I continued to unfasten the top button and pulled down the zipper, exposing Jesse's crotch. He wore no underwear. I could see that he was as hard as everyone else in the room, his thick cock pressed down against his leg, the head of it causing a spot to form on the faded jeans. Slowly, lowering the pants, I exposed first his sweaty, smelly pubes before seeing the trunk of his swollen cock. Time seemed to pass in slow-motion as the jeans were lowered further and still the head of the long piece had not been exposed. Finally, with a snap, the enormous uncut log of a cock flew out of his pants, slapping me on the chin, and leaving a trail of his precum on my mouth. "Nice, ain't it?" he asked, pleased with my reaction to it. My mouth hung open and I began to feel saliva building in my mouth. My god, I had become like one of Pavlov's dogs!!! But there was no denying that it was nice. As I watched it, the pink head swelled and strained to break free of the skin surrounding it. It throbbed again and I could have sworn the piss-lips opened as it pushed its way out into the open. It was fully skinned back now and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. "I asked you a question..." "Yeah, it's real nice." My voice was barely a whisper. "We can't hear you over here," yelled Tim, still holding the video camera. "It's really nice," I said, somewhat louder. "You want to suck it, don't you?" "Yes." I watched the throbbing cock swinging in front of my face almost as if I was being hypnotized by it. "Yes, what?" he prompted, taking hold of his piece by the base and moving it closer to my lips. I fucking started to drool. "I want to suck it...I want it in my mouth...I want to feel your foreskin with my tongue and taste the cum when you shoot!!!!" I was flying high by now and would have admitted to anything at this point, but the fact was that I did want it - FUCK! - I was telling the fucking truth! "You'll do anything for it, won't you?" "Yes! Anything!..." No one had any trouble hearing me this time...I was practically shouting. Jesse took complete control of the situation and I was surprised by it. Up until now there had been an unspoken agreement between the other guys that Brian was in charge - that he decided what we were going to do and that we would do it on his schedule. But Jesse didn't feel like letting Brian make those decisions. "Sit down on the floor with your back against the couch...no over here...move over so your head is where these cushions meet..." Once I was in position, he pushed my head back and forced it down between the cushions - I was looking straight up at the ceiling, the sides of either cushion sandwiching my face. Jesse sat down - right on my mouth! I struggled briefly, not knowing if he was going to put all of his weight on me or if I would even be able to breathe like this. I heard the loudest laughter of the night when his ass made contact with my mouth and I strained to get loose. "Settle the fuck down, bitch! And get that tongue to working...you said you'd do anything. I just want to see if you meant it!" I relaxed when I realized that I wasn't going to suffocate and, resigned to trying yet one more new experience tonight, stuck out my tongue to meet his ass. It smelled sweaty but not really foul - more musky and manly than dirty. As my tongue made contact with his hole, he reached behind and spread his cheeks to give me easier access. At least the camera couldn't record my face in this position. "Yeah, eat out that hole, faggot! Get me really hot and ready for that sweet mouth. Show me you deserve it!" "Goddamn, I knew this fucker was a freak, but even I didn't think he'd do this!" It sounded like Brad talking but I couldn't be sure. I lapped around the hole, cleaning off the sweat and funk I found there, teasing the clenched opening over and over. Jesse was getting more turned on. "French kiss my fucking shitter, you slut. You knew that you were going to get gang-banged tonight. There's not too much lower than that so a little ass-kissing shouldn't be a problem for you." I pressed my lips up against his hole and kissed hard, pushing my tongue forward, just barely working the tip up into his ass. I felt ridiculous but knew that my cock had not even started to soften. Jesse allowed me to work his ass for a few more minutes before sliding back slightly and resting his balls on my lips. "Tongue those too. We all know you want cum tonight so help me work up a nice load to feed you." He was putting more pressure on my face now and it was incredibly uncomfortable. I continued to work my jutting tongue, this time on his sweaty nuts. My cock began pulsing wildly again as the musky smells filled my lungs - fortunately the sock tie-down kept me from going over the edge. I lapped at the big low-hangers long and furious, finding the tastes delicious. It was obvious to everyone in the room that I was getting off on this, so I decided not to hide it any longer. Fuck! My conversion to pussyboy was now all but complete. Suddenly, Jesse and his delicious balls were gone and I was being pulled back up again. I stood, shaking slightly, as Jesse sat back down. All the guys, including Tim (who was still filming everything), were stroking their boned up cocks. Brian lit up a cigarette and looked casually around the room at the other guys before catching my eyes with his. "Would you just look at this...you got six fucking studs with hard leaky boners stroking off in your living room. How's that make you feel?" Tim quickly zoomed in on my face. I felt dizzy. My words came slow and were partially slurred - but what I spoke was the truth. "It's...fucking...hot as...hell - I mean...FUCK...you guys are...all so awesome!!!! God, I never...thought that I could...get so...Shit! - I mean...I'm so fucking turned on by you guys!" I was beginning to feel really fucked up. The huge hits of pot I took earlier, coupled with the pill, had completely altered my sense of reality. I felt...compliant. Brian smiled gently and used his most calm and seductive voice to ask me his next question. "So, which of these big cocks would you like to play with first?" FUCK! He was going to make me decide who to suck! I had gotten so used to all my decisions being made for me that I felt overwhelmed. My cock danced in mid-air, and even though I was now far to fucked up to be in danger of accidentally shooting my load, that fact didn't stop me from continuing to spew out pre-fuck by the quart. I imagined that it must have looked like I was pissing precum. My eyes settled on Jesse and the big, leaking cock between his legs. I had just eaten his ass and licked his balls and I was really looking forward to tasting his nasty uncut piece. But then I remembered Kevin. He had teased me with his cock the night before, only letting me put it in my mouth while it was soft and then only for him to surprise me with a bladder full of his hot piss. I had really wanted that cock last night - I had even begged him on camera to let me suck it, to drain the fuck right out of his huge nuts. He had, of course, denied me and even though I got to taste his cum this morning, that was no substitute for the taste of cock. I looked to Tim, who seemed to be busy filming my bouncing, dripping dick, and remembered how good he had tasted. I had sucked him off twice last night and had fallen in love with his nasty, cheesy dick and the smells that came off his pubes. The muscles between my legs spasmed and my cock spilled out more juice, this time with more force, actually clearing the piss-slit by about an inch before falling to the floor with a load splat. Looking at Phillip and then at Brad, I knew that I wasn't going to choose them to be first - not that their dicks weren't nice, but I seemed to be developing a fascination with uncut meat and I knew I wanted the first guy to be uncut. Finally, my gaze fell on Brian's big piece - the big cock that had gotten me started down this path. Remembering how I had watched him yesterday afternoon out on our deck, growing a bone while we smoked pot and shot the shit. FUCK! - that was a hot time. I looked down and saw his gorgeous feet and strong ankles, and then up the firm calves and thighs. His balls hung low and huge, hanging lazily on the cushions of my sofa as his playfully fingered his cock, patiently awaiting my decision. It had to be him...I knew it. I had to choose Brian. "I'd like to do you first, Brian." I had felt like the choice had taken me forever, but now that I had made it, I felt suddenly free somehow - like a great burden I'd been carrying for ages had been lifted - not by me, but by someone much stronger. "I'm flattered...I thought for sure you'd pick Jesse - I mean, fuck it, you were going to town on his ass and balls. Well, no time like the present - get over here and get started." I crawled between his legs and gently pulled his pole down to my lips, taking the time to slide the skin up and down over the flared head a few times to milk out as much precum as I could. I didn't even care about the camera anymore. Sticking out my tongue, I lapped at the drops of juice that formed on the tip of his pulsing cock, savoring the taste on my tongue before beginning the slow blowjob that I knew he wanted to receive and that I wanted to give. "Ahhhhh! This is the life guys...good weed, good beer, good friends, and a pussyboy faggot to take care of your cock, every time you want it - for as long as you want it...FUCK YES! That's the way. Goddamnit! You learn fast, fucker! Guess you learned a thing or two during that crash course we gave you yesterday. Just use your mouth on my cock - use your hands to rub my feet." I moved my hands down to his feet, never taking my mouth off his cock, and found that they were sweating. Using the sweat as lube, I began an equally slow massage of his feet as my tongue and throat massaged his big fuck-tube. He wasn't pushing me down on his cock like he had last night; rather, he was letting me open my own throat tonight - slowly going further and further down on it - not gagging this time, but relaxing and getting more and more into my work. His engorged cock head punched the back of my throat and I found that I was the one forcing more of it inside me...I was the one desperate to get my nose into his pubes - not only for his pleasure, but also so that I could sniff the scratchy hairs and smell the sweat that had collected there today. I noticed Brad packing another bowl in the pipe and saw him hand it to Brian. He casually lit it up and took a deep drag, holding it in for several seconds before slowly exhaling and speaking once more to the group. "OK guys, when it's your turn you will noticed that she's improved a lot since last night...but I had a plan for tonight and I'm not gonna let this change it. You see, this really will be the first time our up and coming whore has taken it up the ass and I wanna make sure we fill him up right. I want us all to agree that the loads go in the ass - not the mouth..." Jesse was not at all happy with the suggestion. "Brian, man that is just whacked. I can fucking cum more than once a night and if I wanna dump one in his mouth that's exactly what I'm gonna do." "Well, I can't stop you...it's not a like I'm gonna grab..." he paused and looked at me, "... A REAL MAN'S BALLS to stop you from shooting. I was just thinking it would be fun to see how much fuck-snot we could pack up his ass tonight...and it would make for a really good ending to the movie to see him pushing it all out again - hell, maybe even make him drink it down again after he squeezes it all out." "FUCK!!! I'm up for that, Brian," yelled Kevin. I heard several other guys join him in agreement. "Well, if everyone else agrees...I guess I'll play along. But let's make this interesting..." "What do you mean?" Jesse got up and walked over to the backpack he had thrown in the hallway when he had first arrived. He fumbled around inside of it for a few seconds before returning to the living room. "Here...everyone take one of these. Their 100mg Viagra tablets." "Man, I don't need Viagra." "Shut the fuck up, dickwad...I can fucking see that you don't NEED a Viagra. The point is that if you take this, you'll be able to fuck all night long - and let's face it...as much pot as we've smoked...after the first cum this will help a lot to keep us all in a partying mood." I opened my eyes long enough as I continued to pump up and down on Brian's fuckpole to see the guys each take a pill. What the fuck was I in for tonight? "Hey, Brian - you want me to give the entertainment one?" "Why the fuck not? Even though it might be kinda painful for him...I mean, I don't think that clitty of his could get any harder, but we have fed him XTC and all. It might help him keep him interested." Brian pulled me up off his cock, using the hair on the back of my head as a handle. I thought that he would hand me the pill and even perhaps let me have a sip of beer to wash it back with. But instead, he took my pill and placed it on the very tip of his wet cock - right over the dripping slit. He then told Tim to get ready with the camera, that they'd only get one shot at this. Suddenly, he thrust my head back down hard onto his dick, the head along with the pill slipping easily down my throat until once again my nose was nestled in his matted pubes. I felt the pill slide roughly down my throat as he pumped deep into me a few times just to make sure I had taken my medicine. "Swallow...yeah, that's it swallow hard, fucker!!!!" He pulled my head off his cock once more. "Open your mouth, let me see..." I did as I was told and showed him that I had swallowed it. "Very nice, faggot. We all ought to be feeling really good in about half an hour." I heard more lewd comments as Brian pushed me roughly over into Jesse's lap. "You mean it's my turn already. That's cool. Get to work faggot...and you heard your boss - we're supposed to be saving our cum for your ass so get me as close as your want, but I'll fucking tan your hide if you make me cum in your mouth." I worked his long cock long and hard for some time, keeping him pulsing and on the edge for some time before moving on to Phillip...then Brad...then Tim...and then Kevin - and then Brian AGAIN!!! Shit! I had given each of them blowjobs, being passed around like some kind of blow-up doll, keeping each of them into the scene, into their cocks, building up the sexual pressure notch by notch. I had been blowing Brian for about ten minutes or so, when suddenly I heard Phillip's voice. "Shit you guys, I gotta cum...BAD!!!" "You gotta get it in his ass," reminded Brian. "Hell yeah!!!" There was quite a bit of commotion behind me as Phillip knelt between my legs and unceremoniously shoved his rock-hard piece straight up my ass. Now I understood why Brian was so concerned that I be lubed up before the night got started. If I had been dry he would have killed me - as it was I nearly passed out. The dildo had stretched me some and the drugs had certainly relaxed me, but Phillips cock still seared my ass as he plowed viciously into me, only pumping a few times before beginning to scream. "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK - Yeah, faggot - I'm gonna fill you up - first...fucking...load...of...the...night...up...that...faggot...ass!!!!!!" I felt each blast of his mean cock as it exploded in my ass. Strangely, the fuck he was throwing into me suddenly made it feel more comfortable, suddenly more slippery - less friction and more pleasure. He fucked me hard for several more minutes, staying rock-hard the entire time. Obviously, his Viagra had kicked in. Only temporary exhaustion caused him to slow - then stop altogether, pulling his cock, along with a few drops of his dick-slop, out of my ass. Brian pulled my face off his dick and once again drilled into my soul with his eyes... "Did you like that?" I looked up at him and even though I saw Tim focusing the camera in a close up of my face, knew that I could not lie to him. "More...", I whispered, "I need more..." Brian grinned. "Louder!" "More! God, I wasn't expecting that to feel so good. Brian, I want more!" "Louder! Let the whole world know what a fucking pussy cum-slut you are!" "Fuck me!!!! Somebody please fuck me! I need it...Goddamnit! I fucking need it." Brian released my hair and threw me quickly down on my back onto the coffee table once more - the previous site of my dildo-fuck. "Who do you want to fuck you next?" "Anybody...Brian you can go next if you want." He spread my legs and smirked at me. "I don't need your fucking permission, bitch!" He motioned for Tim to move over and get a shot of my ass. "Holy FUCK!!! Look at this guys!" cried Tim. "Phil, dude, you fucking opened him up!" "And from the looks of it, filled him up," answered Kevin, who reached down and rubbed some the remnants of Phillip's cum around the outside of my new found pussy. "Hey, Brian...you should let me hook the camera up to the TV so he can see this himself." Brian nodded approvingly at the suggestion. "Yeah, might do him good to watch himself getting load after load of juice up that freshly picked cherry-hole of his." I watched as Tim got the necessary cables in place, turned on the television, and again focused the camera on my ass. What I saw shocked me. I was on my back, legs spread and lifted into the air. My hole, covered in Phillips fuck, looking shiny and slick. The entrance wasn't even completely closed anymore; instead, it opened and closed in small throbbing movements, perfectly timed with the contractions deep inside me. It was almost hypnotic to watch. It was true - I had been opened up and fucked - and I had enjoyed it. There was much more to come. "OK, guys...my turn," said Brad as he moved into position between my legs. Tim moved to the side and used one hand to keep my leg out of the way and the other to hold the video camera as Brad located his target. This time I was able to both feel AND see the invasion as my ass stretched to accommodate the cock being put to me. The large head of Brad's cock slipped inside almost effortlessly, goading another moan from me. I saw it emerge again in preparation for a deeper thrust and noticed that it was covered with Philip's cum from my previous fuck. Brad paused only for a second before his second thrust lodged his cock balls-deep inside me. I squirmed on the coffee table, not from the pain, but from the slight discomfort of being completely filled. The pressure was incredible. My own dick was now vibrating almost constantly and felt painfully swollen and sloppy wet. As Brad began to thrust over and over again in earnest, I could see the nasty wet piss-lips open and close each time he went deep, spewing out stream after stream of my own juices. "This feels a lot more like pussy than I thought it would, guys," commented Brad, really getting into it now - finding his rhythm. "I told ya, man - It's the next best thing. Throw it too him hard, dude." Brad did just that. He became a fucking animal, plowing deeper and harder each time. I could feel his crotch slamming into me over and over again, his pubes scratching my ass. Sweat began to pour off his forehead and chest as he leaned over me, temporarily obscuring Tim's view with the camera, and threw his fuck into overdrive. "Goddamnit!!!! I'm gonna fucking blow!!!!!" He never slowed for a moment as the second cock of the night exploded into me, filling me once again, and mixing with the semen that Phillip had left behind. Unlike Phillip, however, he quickly and unceremoniously pulled out once he had finished, wiped his brow with his forearm, and, without a word, walked back over to the couch, still fingering his sloppy dick, to grab what was left of his beer. I looked over to the television once Brad had moved out of my field of vision and saw that my ass was even more open now than it had been a few minutes ago. In fact, I had to try hard to get the slimy, wet hole to even close up completely. A small, milky white drop of spent cum oozed out of my hole and Tim excitedly filmed it as it made a slow descent out of my ass and down the crevice of my cheeks before dripping off onto the floor. He didn't ask, wait for permission, or even put down the video camera before moving between my legs and placing his own nasty, uncut cock against the hole and pushing with all his might. He sunk in easily all the way to the root in one thrust. "Fuck YES!!!! Now this is what I'm talking about. Nice wet pussy lips wrapped around your cock - man, this is AWESOME!!!!" He held the video camera pointed down and focused on his cock plowing in and out of my ass. I could see the upper side of his dick as it vanished and re-emerged time and time again. A few times, I could make out streaks of Brad and Phillips cum being pulled out of me and clinging to Tim's dick as he set up a nice slow rhythm. He was in no hurry. He spoke to the others in the room - laughing at both my predicament and my cooperation - but I heard very little of it. Gone was the discomfort of the previous invasions. This time there was no pain at all - only the sweet, mind-altering sensation of being filled deeply and fully. Tim was hitting that spot inside me that felt so good, making me teeter on the edge of a violent orgasm, but not quite pushing me over the edge. The combination of the drugs and intense pleasure I was feeling began to overwhelm me. I was in my own little world when I felt him slap my ass. "Tighten it up, fucker - you're zoning out on me and getting too loose!!!" I tried to concentrate on my hole, to clamp down, but my muscle control was meager at best. I felt the hole squeeze somewhat but not nearly as much as he wanted. Handing the camera to Brian, he took both hands and pinched my nipples - hard. Yelping out in pain, my ass tried to squeeze shut around his slowly pistoning cock and he moaned his appreciation. This new sensation shattered the comfort I had felt just moments earlier. Each twist of my nipples caused my ass to spasm around his cock and he continued to pull and pinch until he reached the exact level of pressure he wanted. Suddenly, he pushed in deep and held his cock still. "You feel that, faggot? My cock is in the same boat as yours now - hot and ready to blast. Why don't you do me a favor and squeeze that ass of yours a few more times...you know, coax it into feeding your hole?" He didn't give me a chance to attempt this of my own will, as he twisted my nipples hard one last time. My ass went into overdrive as I squirmed to avoid the sensations, massaging his perfectly still cock over and over. "FUCK!!!! Here...it comes...you fucking bitch!" I felt the rod inside me go stiffer than I thought was possible, throbbing and swelling in my ass as it worked its way toward orgasm. Then, suddenly, I felt the familiar flood of warmth streaming into me as the fuck juice escaped his cock with a vengeance. I knew from my experiences with Tim from yesterday that he was capable of producing massive amounts of cum, but it felt like my entire ass was being packed with the stuff. I also knew that when he pulled out I would be unable to hold it all in. Throughout it all, Tim never moved a muscle - he simply knelt between my legs, perfectly still, letting his orgasmic reflex empty his full nuts into my gut. I looked up and saw him grinning at me. "I knew that would be hot, but GODDAMN little faggot...I'm impressed. You got me looking forward to round two already." He struggled to get to his feet, pulling his still-hard cock out of me quickly. It snapped up and slapped him on the belly as he did so, the skin pulled up over the head from the pull of my ass-lips. I felt the warm goo escaping and saw my dripping hole as he took the video camera back from Brian and focused in close on it. I was trying to clamp down to keep the juices inside, mostly because I didn't want to make a mess on the floor, but also because, even though I was enjoying this play immensely, lying my back with a leaky ass full of jock-cum was more embarrassing than anything else I had done yet. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" asked Brian. I looked up, forcing myself out of the fog of drugs, discomfort, and humiliation. "Yes, Brian...It feels so good...I love it." "Well, of course you do. You're a pussy...and pussy's love to get fucked. I can tell by the way yours is throbbing and starting to swell around the lips that it's loving this...just the way I knew you would. Before you know it, you'll be looking for cock to fill that hole everywhere you go - you know I'm right. You'll be at work and notice your co-workers crotches, wondering what it would feel like to have them open you up - even co-workers you don't even like - just because that pussy of yours will be crying out to be filled day in and day out." He got down between my legs and motioned for Tim to keep filming. "Sometimes, like tonight, me or some of my friends will be able to take care of that need for you..." I felt the head of his cock stretch open the entrance to my pussy. "Other times, I'll be with a real woman and not have time for this..." Another inch slipped in. I was mesmerized by both his words and the feeling of his cock as it pushed into me slowly, swimming in the ocean of cum already left by Phillip, Brad, and Tim. "In times like that, I just you can just use the toys we bought for you...or maybe you can go down to that bookstore and try and trick some. It really won't matter to you though, because you'll need this so bad, you'll just about let anybody do it to you." I felt his pubes hit my ass, the head of his steel-hard cock poking and throbbing against that spot inside me. "Yeah, little cum-dump likes this feeling...likes getting his insides poked by a real man's cock. You can always tell when a pussy likes it 'cause her little clitty starts to throb and swell. Yours looks really swollen...shit, it even moves on its own when I push like this..." I moaned as he withdrew, almost all the way out, and then forcefully rammed himself back inside. "Yeah, make those noises, bitch. Show me how much you love this big fucking pole inside your cunt. Tim here liked it tight...but me, I think this is just about right...of course, my cock is thicker than his..." "Fuck you!" Tim responded as the other guys chuckled. "Like I was saying, mine's a little thicker than his, so you feel just about perfect to me. Loose enough for me to do this..." With that, he pulled completely out of me, letting his entire cock-head clear the opening to my ass, before shoving the entire thing right back in. I let out a loud gasp - both from surprise and the sudden pleasure the sensation brought to me. As the cock slid past my prostate, I lowered my head back onto the coffee table and started fucking back onto his cock myself, trying to get more and more of it inside me. "Yeah, couldn't done that if I had gone first." He repeated this new found style of fucking for several minutes - pulling all the way out, teasing my ass with the head of his cock, then burying it back to the hilt. Tim had moved down to try and get video shots of my ass on the out strokes, but was standing in between me and the television blocking my view. By now, I was nearly insane with lust, but something new was happening. My ass was bringing my more pleasure than my cock!!! It slowly dawned on me that I didn't even need to touch my dick, or even to cum, in order to feel more pleasure than I had ever felt in my life. I was ashamed to admit it, but I did feel like a cunt!!! How had this happened? I quickly discarded the thought and went back to enjoying the tortuously pleasurable fuck that Brian was giving to me. "Tell me you want my cum inside you too" "Brian, please cum inside me." "Really??? You want my thick, slimy spooge coating your ass?" "Oh God!!!! Brian, please...I want to make you feel good. I want to feel your cock shoot it." "You want it in your pussy then?" "FUCK YES!!!! Fuck me hard, Brian...please, I want you to cum...inside...my...my...pussy." That was all he needed to hear. Brian gave me a look that was a cross between an evil smirk and a knowing smile as he threw back his head and his cock let loose with a torrent of his pent up cum inside me. I felt it every time his dick flexed and could almost picture it in my mine - jerking forcefully, encased in the walls of my ass, spewing out jet after jet of his thick, ropey jizz. As intensely turned on as I was myself, I was surprised that I didn't shoot my own load. As it was, my ass was opening and closing around his pulsating cock, almost as if it was trying to slurp every last drop of him and, when he tried to pull out, my hole squeezed him tight, as if to hold him inside through sheer force of will. Brian had barely moved away before I was being roughly manhandled by Kevin. He didn't want to fuck me on my back, so he pulled me down off the slippery, sweaty, precum-drenched coffee table and positioned me on my knees with my arms and upper-body draped over the table. He moved behind me and slapped my ass hard. I grimaced, not really knowing what to expect from him. I remembered last night when he wouldn't let me give him a blow job, but said he wanted to wait for my ass. Another hard slap landed on my upturned ass, causing laughter from around the room. The third painful smack caused my ass to open and close briefly, allowing a small amount of the built up cum from four fucks to slide nastily out of my ass, over my balls, and down my legs. Tim captured it all on tape. In this new position, I could clearly see the television and on it everything that was going to happen to my exposed rear. I hear Kevin roar at me. "Tighten that fucking hole up, whore!!! You're leaking our fucking juice all over the floor. Remember, that shit is precious to you...in fact, Brian said you were begging for it. He offered to send us away but you didn't want him too. He told you if we stayed you'd be used as a fucking pussy and you still wanted us to stay. Well, you're getting your wish now, cunt, aren't you? By the time the night's over, you might be reconsidering the wisdom of that choice." His cock entered my quickly and I was unprepared - this was both a good and bad thing. I was lucky he surprised me because I was still relaxed when the fat rod of a dick slammed into me, but unlucky because I was completely unprepared for the width of his cock. I experienced pain again, almost too the same degree as when they had opened me up with the dildo earlier. I thought to myself that I was lucky they hadn't decided to start with Kevin or I'd probably be bleeding right now. Deeper and deeper he rammed his piece until finally I felt him reach rock bottom. I was more full than I had been yet. I saw on the television that the sheer mass of his cock had forced some cum from inside me to squish out and drip down his balls and I imagined that the rest was being forced farther and farther inside my bowels. When he began to fuck in earnest pulling in and out slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, I thought for a moment that I might actually pass out. Within minutes, he was pounding me hard, forcing my own rock-hard prick into the edge of the coffee table. Fortunately, it turned sideways instead of snapping off. I put my head down on the wet surface of the table and tried to just accept what was happening and go with it. Everything had felt so good earlier but now I was incredibly uncomfortable. Kevin, seeing me rest my head, grabbed a handful of my hair and pull my face back up, forcing my neck into a painful arch. "Watch the movie, bitch...watch the fucking movie while I ride you!!!" I wondered if he always fucked like this - like a wild animal - unconcerned with any incidental damage his force might cause. I wondered how many women have accused him of date-rape, or for that matter rape in general - that's certainly what it felt like he was doing to me. I didn't have to wonder for long, however, as Kevin's skill at using force was offset by his inability to slow himself down. After only a few minutes of pounding into me like a freight train, he simultaneously shoved my face back down into the table, began slapping my ass hard with the other hand, and funneling his dick-snot into my upturned pussy with his massive, uncut cock. Moments later, after a few more quick and painful dog-like humps, he pulled out and came over to the other side of the table. "Thank me..." I knew better than to disagree. "Thank you, Kevin." "Thanks for what, cunt?" I tried to think quickly of what he might like to hear. "Thanks for fucking me hard and fast and rough with your big cock...just like you knew I needed it...and for cramming your cum up my hole..." The only answer I received was a large glob of spit hurled from his mouth into mine just as I finished speaking. By the time Jesse had moved into position, I had started to fade in and out of reality. This was becoming more for one night than I could handle. As I felt his cock slip into me, I realized that this was the SIXTH dick that had been inside me this evening and even though he didn't seem as intent on hurting me as Kevin had, I was beginning to get sore. I knew that I had brought this on myself and that in some ways I had been right to do so. I had discovered that I enjoyed this - enjoyed getting fucked - maybe I was just a pussy. It sure looked that way on the television as Jesse began humping me faster than anyone had yet. My ass was barely exerting any pressure on his cock at all now and the cum that had already been spilt inside me was beginning to run out. It was gathering on the shaft of Jesse's cock and was starting to foam up. When I noticed what was happening, I forced my drugged out eyes to focus on the television. Jesse's cock was the working the cum in my ass like a beater would work egg whites, causing it to foam up and get thick and nasty. My hole was looking more and more white as the sudsy cum was being beaten by Jesse's cock. It began to fly off his balls and the shaft of his cock, landing all over the living room. The other guys were watching in amazement as Jesse turned me from a cunt into a fucking gang-bang cum-slut. I tried to force my ass closed to keep him out, but he just enjoyed the added pressure. I could not longer close my hole up all the way. "Oh my God," I thought to myself, "this stuff is going to be leaking out of me for days." Harder and harder he pounded his fuck into me, wearing out my entire body with the workout. You could hear the long, loose-skinned ball-sack slapping me over and over again. I smelled the familiar smell of pot and looked over to see the other guys casually taking hits off the bong and watching the show on the television. Every single one was fisting a still-hard cock. SHIT!!! I'd forgotten the Viagra! They were fucking going to be hard all night. I heard Jesse's voice behind me. "Brian told me I needed to dump in your ass so I'm going to. But I didn't empty my nuts last night like these other guys did, so I'm gonna fill you up good and proper you see. Now I want you to focus your little pot-head mother-fucking eyes on that television set while Tim gets in good and close. Yeah, Tim, right there is good. Now you keep watching, little pussy-boy...yeah, here it comes...watch closely now..." He slowed down enough for the camera to focus on the shaft of his cock burying itself repeatedly inside my wet, sloppy cunt. I noticed that the balls were no longer swinging like they were and the sound of them slapping my ass had stopped. They were rising higher and higher in their sack, beginning to hug his body. Suddenly, he stopped moving and I saw his cock shudder violently in the throes of his first orgasmic contraction. I could see the fuck-snot cause the tube to swell on the underside of his dick and travel up the length of it to empty out inside me. The first blast was hotter than any of the other guys - shit, it felt like he was burning me with his cum. The cock shook again and I saw another load of his juice travel up his fuck-tube. FUCK!!!! Since he wasn't moving, it almost looked like he was using his cock to give me a cum injection. I had never seen anything like this in a porno movie before - which simultaneously excited and humiliated me. When he had finally emptied himself, he slowly withdrew his cum-cannon and the juices I had collected during the evening came spewing out of my sloppy hole in a torrent. It was so embarrassing I nearly started to cry. Tim moved the camera to watch the cum run all the way down to the floor. He focused in my still open and twitching ass-hole, which looked red and swollen - much like a real pussy. Jesse slapped my ass and then spread the cheeks wide, prompting even more cum to slip nastily out and down my balls. I had begged for this and I knew it - for good or bad, but right now all I wanted was to go to sleep. I no longer even felt the same nearly uncontrollable urge to jerk off that I had felt earlier. I knew that Brian was right - that I would want to do this again sometime, but just not now. I was exhausted. I was high. I was sore. And I was being passed to Phillip... End of Chapter five Comments or suggestions - please email RickyF@triad.rr.com