Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 08:11:04 -0500 From: Ricky Frazier Subject: brians-visit-7-end BRIAN'S VISIT - CHAPTER SEVEN - END revision 1.3.1 By RickyF (RickyF@triad.rr.com) (MMM+, auth, humil, foot fetish, bareback sex) DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of FICTION - any similarity to actual people or events is entirely coincidental. It contains adult subject matter and should not be read by any minor, person who would find such material offensive, or if it is illegal in your area. If you meet these conditions, please delete this story from your computer. The story also depicts GRAPHIC descriptions of bareback, unsafe sex with multiple partners in which there are no consequences. In the real world, however, consequences do exist and I encourage everyone to make decisions of this nature after reviewing all the facts concerning safer sex and with a mind free from the effects of alcohol or drugs, as these may impair your judgment. This work is not to be reproduced in any manner without prior approval from the author. Copyright 2006. AUTHORS NOTE: "Brian's Visit" has remained unfinished for far too long. I began the story over three years ago and suddenly stopped writing after chapter six. This chapter is the final one and it draws the narrative to an end - hopefully a satisfying one for the readers. The first six chapters were met with considerable positive comments and I hope that you will find the ending to be on par with the rest of the work. I have several people reviewing the ending and it is possible that I may post an alternate ending if they find a more compelling way to pull together the different threads of the story while allowing the characters to act within their established personalities. Feedback is appreciated (you might even get your own alternate ending out of it). I hope you enjoy the story... CHAPTER SEVEN - Coming to terms I woke the next morning confused and disoriented but lying comfortably in my own bed with no sign of the others to be found. I was in that place between being asleep and being awake, where the sheets and pillows envelope you in their warm embrace and you wish you could stay like that forever. Eventually, however, consciousness won out over sleepiness and I was soon kicking at the sheets and rubbing my eyes to wake up. I glanced over at the clock - it was already well afternoon. I couldn't believe that I had slept this late and tried to remember what had happened last night. The disturbing memories began to fill my mind and I became somewhat nauseous as I stood and recalled the behaviors I had engaged in just a few hours earlier. There were huge gags in my recollections of the night before and I couldn't be certain that the things I 'could' remember had actually occurred the 'way' that I remembered. I could clearly see myself being told to go clean up and then walking back into the living room and standing with the other guys. I drank something and then there was a hole in my memory. The next image that I could actually retrieve was of being in a basement. A guy named Kyle came to mind but I couldn't remember exactly what he looked like. We had played some sort of game - a hazing ritual - I think it involved feet. I saw myself drinking another beer and remembered thinking that I didn't trust Brian and the others - that they had probably put drugs in the beer. After that, everything else for the duration of the evening was a hazy blur. Upon standing, I noticed a note with my name on it and immediately knew that it was from Brian. I hesitantly took the note and opened it... "We let you sleep in today since you had such an 'active' evening last night. I hope you got some good rest. Feel free to put some clothes on if you'd like and join us in the living room." Clothes? I hadn't worn any clothes since Friday night when I was dragged against my will to an adult bookstore and even then it was only a thin pair of shorts that my leaky dick had promptly ruined (unless you count the sock worn in my mouth instead of on my feet). Why was he suddenly willing to let me get dressed when he had plainly told me that I wouldn't be allowed to wear anything until he left? I didn't bother to analyze it too long though and quickly found something from my dresser to put on. Jeans and t-shirt would suffice. I didn't bother with underwear or socks - the only clean stuff I had left was worn and ratty; I'd rather freeball it and go barefoot than wear any of the stuff I had left. When I opened the door, I could already smell pot and hear the boisterous laughter of guys having a good time. Brian, Tim, Kevin, Brad, and Phillip were all scattered around my living room. All were fully dressed (except for socks and shoes) and passing around the bong while holding various drinks - Brian was partial to beer while Kevin enjoyed his Jack Daniels. When Brian saw me, he stood up and started clapping slowly. The others soon joined him in the applause, giving me suspicious compliments for a job well done last night. Brian was the first one to speak... "I thought you were going to sleep all day." "I must have been tired, I guess", I replied. "I'd be tired too if I were you - you were really on fire last night", observed Tim. "Really..." I said cautiously. "I don't remember too much about it." "Oh, it was fucking awesome!!! The guys will be talking about that party for years", added Kevin. "Would anyone mind explaining to me exactly what DID happen last night?" I asked. "Plenty of time for that later", said Brian. "I'll bet you're starving. Brad and Phillip went out this morning to pick up some breakfast. We got you a couple of biscuits to eat whenever you woke up. Head on in there and get 'em. Take your time - there's no rush." I didn't know why they were being so nice to me but it was a welcome change from the treatment that I had received so far this weekend. Brian was right about me being hungry - I was famished. I dove into the food and ate both breakfast sandwiches in a flash. After chasing them down with a glass of orange juice, I returned to the living room to join the others. I sat uncomfortably silent while the others continued to joke and talk, passing around the bong and drinking beer while they half-watched television. Unsure of what to say and not wanting to break the uneasy truce that seemed to have developed among us, I just kept my mouth shut. Eventually, I started to relax and decided to have a beer myself. Getting up, I walked to the kitchen to retrieve one. The guys didn't notice my movements until I returned. Brian took the beer away from me. "No beer for you today..." "Why not?" "I'd like for you to be clear headed for once this weekend. We've got a lot of things to talk about and I don't want you fucked up. So that means no alcohol, no pot, no XTC, no anything until I decide that it's OK. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. But could someone please tell me what happened last night? I can't remember much at all...just bits and pieces." "We can do better than tell you," said Tim, "we can show you the whole night." Brian picked up where Tim left off and continued... "That's why I won't let you have any beer. I want you sober for this. Why don't you have a seat on the couch between Tim and me and watch the tape?" I was beyond uneasy at this point but I was also incredibly curious as to exactly what had happened the night before. I moved over to the couch and sat down as the tape started to play. The tape began with me coming out of the bathroom. This part I remembered. Then I was drinking and smoking pot and suddenly talking like a whore while I watched earlier tapes that had been made of me. I vaguely remembered this and blushed as I listened to my filthy mouth spewing out foul language and obscenities. I saw us leave my house for the party and the camera went dark for a moment. Suddenly, there I was, in the rear of the car, sitting on Tim's lap while I finger fucked myself, legs spread out on the front seats. The guys laughed as they watched my humiliation. I was performing some of the most degrading acts imaginable and I couldn't even remember having done them. The camera started up again and I saw the first fake frat test where I was sniffing the feet of the guys on the dirty torn-up basement sofa. On screen I was being given another beer and I knew that it had been laced with something because all of my memories past that point had been erased. Then I saw myself standing in the middle of the room sniffing someone's sock while the entire room watched. Jesse was talking filth to me and it truly looked like I was getting into the foul smelling cloth shoved up against my nose. Without warning, I was viewing myself shooting massive ropes of Ricky juice all over the room - even hitting Jesse with some of it. I had gotten to cum. THEY HAD LET ME CUM - AND I COULDN'T EVEN REMEMBER IT!!! I felt my cock swell slightly in the confines of my jeans at the sight of me slinging my fucksnot everywhere and had to shift in my seat on the couch self-consciously. Before I knew it, video-Ricky was down on his knees sucking on Kyle's cock while a guy I didn't know was sticking his rod up my ass. My own dick swelled more and inched its way down the leg of my jeans. I could feel the juice beginning to boil within me once again and knew that in a matter of seconds I would be leaking. The guys were strangely quiet, allowing me to view my humiliation undisturbed - without jokes or commentary. I watched as man after man violated my holes, both mouth and ass. On camera, Brian and Jesse were once again encouraging all the guys to cum in ass instead of my mouth. Around the fifth fuck of the night, I was dragged to the air hockey table and hoisted up onto it, lying on my back. The sixth guy barely paused before cramming me full again. The video zoomed in close as the prick on camera pounded into me. I could see that cum was beginning to leak out of me around the perimeter of his shaft and was being flung off in all directions. I had become a hole to use - nothing more - and these guys were becoming more and more rowdy as those who had been reluctant to fuck me were warming up to the idea. The sixth cock in my cunt tensed and released a volley of warm seed into me. You could see each contraction up his fuck tube as his spooge was catapulted inside. When he withdrew, cum curds flowed out like a stream and the dick was quickly replaced by number seven. "I think that's me..." noted Brian. "It is..." I relied, immediately wishing that I hadn't. "How do you know? I thought you couldn't remember what happened last night," he asked. "You know, I, um, well, I recognize it." There was momentary silence before a mass eruption of laughter filled the room. Tim was holding his sides - apparently the pot had made him giddy. I didn't think it was all that funny - as much as I had been forced to look at it these past few days its no wonder I had it memorized. "I'm sorry we laughed", apologized Brian. "We'll let you finish watching your movie in peace." After Brian had shot his load on screen, he pulled out and I saw numbers eight and nine give me good, long, slow fucks, the semen continuing to escape my hole as they pounded. I'm pretty sure that numbers ten and eleven were Brad and Phillip respectively, but I wasn't foolish enough to point that out again. Starting at number twelve I began to really get into the fucking and was wailing and moaning and hurling foul language, telling the guys to fuck me harder, deeper, longer, faster, and even going so far as to tell them how much I wanted their juice slung up inside me. I continued to sit on the couch between Brian and Tim watching the spectacle unfold before me, my cock rock hard by now and dripping slowly into the denim of my jeans. Thirteen through seventeen were guys that I didn't recognize and they quickly added to the surplus of cum filling my on screen pussy. I was beginning to understand why those movies Brian talked about are called "CreamPies". A guy couldn't pull out any more without a river of man-juice flowing out of me. Number seventeen was Kyle. I didn't recognize his cock like I had with the others - I just happened to hear his name mentioned on the videotape. I had already sucked Kyle off once that night but here he was, pounding into me viciously, still angry that I had sucked his toes and embarrassed him in front of his friends. I believe they call what he was doing to me a "grudge fuck". I glanced down to the front of my jeans and noticed a wet spot forming near the head where it was pressed up against the denim and I saw it twitch inside it's prison when the next guy on the video saddled up to my ass. It was Kevin. His large uncut cock filled me to the balls in one swift motion, filling up the cavity so that there was no room for the loads previously emptied into me. The cum came oozing out around his massive prick as he began to thrust in earnest and I could continue to hear the slutty comments I was making, encouraging him to empty his nuts into me as well. Tim was up next - number nineteen - and had handed the camera to someone else to record as he got into his fuck. I could hardly stand this anymore. It felt like I was about to cum in my jeans. How many more people were going to fuck me? As it turned out, there was only one more to go - Jesse. They made me move off the table and walk around to the couch where he was sitting, cum-drooze still leaking from my abused cunt. He was completely naked and I was positioned so that I was straddling his tree trunk of a pole. He didn't move at all, didn't encourage me in any way, but still I lowered myself onto him and began to move up and down like a whore in a cheap porno. A close up of my ass showed me going balls deep on him with each up and down movement. Those balls slowly started to draw up, tighter and tighter, until at last his dick began to seizure in my ass, coating my insides with his slippery fluids. As a final indignity, he pushed me off his cock backwards and I fell to the floor, too exhausted and high to move. The screen went dark... "Get up and stand in the middle of the room!" barked Brian as he and Tim pushed me to my feet. I stood up on shaky legs, my cock still throbbing inside the stained denim. He intended to engage me in conversation while the others sat and watched me struggle with my emotions. "So, how did you like your little movie?" "I wish you guys hadn't made me do all that stuff..." "We didn't force you to do anything. In fact, by the end you seemed to enjoy it more than any bitch I've ever been with." I blushed hard at the comparison and fought to find a believable reply. "I wouldn't have done all those things if you guys hadn't drugged me." "Well, you're not drugged now - no alcohol, no weed, no pills. How do you explain that hard prick in your pants?" "We just finished watching a fucking sex tape! How do you expect me not to be hard? I bet everyone of you guys is hard too..." "I'm not hard," he teased. "You've got to be hard. You've been getting off on this shit all weekend." "I'm telling you, I'm not hard. Do you want to see for yourself? Is that it? Is this some kind of trick so you can get me to take my pants off?" "Of course not..." I stammered. "I just assumed you'd be hard." "Well here, let me settle the question once and for all." He stood up and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall into a heap around his bare feet before stepping out of them. He was right...his cock was completely soft. "There. Are you satisfied?" I couldn't stop looking though. His cock looked so good hanging there draped over his large over-stuffed nuts. I heard the snapping of fingers and looked up. "Earth to Ricky...Earth to Ricky...are you staring at my penis?" I looked up, mortified that I had been caught stealing an extra long look. "I was just...surprised that you weren't erect, that's all..." "I bet that none of these guys is hard", he taunted me. "Guys, show him." All around the living room the remaining four guys shucked their clothing to exposed soft, flaccid dicks. I was amazed that they could have been watching the same movie as me and not get hard. Once again, I caught myself staring too long; at least this time I stopped before Brian said anything about it. My cock flexed involuntarily and I felt more juice slip out of the head. I was starting to get really wet. "See...nobody's hard but you...why do you think that is?" "I don't know..." "Don't lie to me. We've been through too much together this past weekend for you to start lying to me. You know exactly why you are hard and you need to tell us. Did you think that your little movie was hot?" "I told you I don't know...yes...well, maybe...I don't know..." He was beginning to confuse me. "Unzip your fly and pull your dick through. I want to look at it while we talk." Hesitantly, I lowered my zipper and fished for my rock hard rod and flipped it out into the open. It bobbed in front of me for a few seconds and then started to leak in earnest, dripping down at least six inches before Brian could even ask his next question. "Looks like you're more than just a little hot...you look horny as fuck. Now, tell me, why is that?" "Please don't do this?" I begged him. "Don't do what?" "Make me say it..." "I'm not going to make you say anything you don't want to but, Ricky, you 'need' to say it. You need to get this off your chest, don't you? This is kind of like therapy. The hardest things to say are usually the ones we most need to speak out loud. I've been with you all weekend. I know what you need to say and I am just giving you the opportunity to be honest with yourself...to be honest with all of us. You aren't really hiding anything - just look down at your cock..." I knew in my heart that what he was saying was the truth, but I still was not prepared to admit it here - no, not like this. I stubbornly dug in my heels and refused to give him the satisfaction. "I'm not gay!" "I never once said anything about you being gay. I'm not talking about some sexual label here...I'm talking about your actions, what you like to do, what gets you hot. Fucking Christ, you're making this difficult - why don't you just tell me about something that gets you all hot and worked up..." He grinned and propped his feet up on the coffee table, wiggling his toes in my direction. My dick leapt in response. "Bastard!" I spat out. "Yeah, you're right...I am. But that doesn't get you off the hook. Tell me something that gets you hot." "Brian, I don't want to do this...please just let this dro..." he cut me off before the end of my sentence, yelling loudly at me. It made me jump, slinging precum off the tip of my wet bone onto the floor below. "DAMN!!!! You're aggravating as hell when you're not high! Tell me, NOW!!!" "Your feet! OK, satisfied? I love your feet." "That's a good start...gets the ball rolling. Let's pursue that a bit longer. Whose feet in this room do you like the most? Hold 'em up guys so he can see..." I actually closed my eyes for a second, not wanting to look. When I opened them I saw five sets of bare feet, soles up towards me, wagging in the air. He had already done this to me once this weekend, making me choose my favorite feet, but since he knew that it got under my skin I guess he wanted to watch me squirm again. My pud hardened even more and jumped at least two or three inches before spewing out another leaky, slimy strand of prefuck down to the floor. I knew the answer to the question before I even looked at the feet. "Tim's are the nicest...I mean, to me." "Why?" "I don't know - they just are...they're big and strong looking, his toes are nice, and the smell kind of reminds me of a locker room." "Do locker room's excite you?" My defenses were falling as my juices kept rising. "Yes...they do." "Why is that?" "They always have..." "It's all the naked guys, isn't it? All that cock swinging around?" At that exact moment, with that exact question, I gave up. I was broken - it was over. My will to struggle with this any further was gone. I lifted my head and looked at him before speaking in calm, measured words... "Yes, that's the reason." "Now we're getting someplace. So, back to the movie...seeing all those naked guys was got you hot?" "Yes, it got me excited." My balls began to tighten. "Was it just the naked guys or what we were doing to you?" "I liked what you were doing to me, too." I started to feel weak in the knees - this was all too much for me. "I bet seeing all of us here naked is difficult for you, isn't it?" "Not difficult, I like it..." My cock bounced with the truthful admission. "You like what?" "Seeing you guys naked." I could feel an orgasm begin to rise from within me. "Would you like for us to do some of the things we did to you last night?" "Yes, I mean, I'm not sure. You're confusing me!" "You're not confused, you're just stubborn. You won't give in to what you know you want. Listen to me and I will make you a deal. This could all be over in the next five minutes. If you want us to, we will all leave immediately, including me. I will give you every picture and videotape we made this weekend for you to keep, burn, bury, jack off to or whatever you want. Of course, the downside to that is that we will be out of your life forever. Think carefully before you decide... Jesus Christ! What a deal! I could get rid of all five of them and be done with this ordeal forever. But did I really want that? My mind went into overdrive, contemplating all the different factors and trying to sort out what I really wanted to do. This was impossible. If I asked them to stay, then that meant that I didn't mind the way I had been treated - in fact, it meant that I was asking for more of the same. On the other hand, asking them to leave would be closing the door on some exciting new discoveries that I had make about myself this weekend. How could I decide? I couldn't decide. I stood there frozen in the middle of the room, cock bobbing and weaving and leaking all over my floor as I tried to come to terms with my feelings. Brian could sense my internal struggle and broke the tension with a new offer... "I think that part of the problem is that you just don't want to say the words out loud - that you don't want to actually have to ask for it. So here is what I propose. If you want us to leave, just stand there silently with your drippy cock for a few minute - we'll get the hint and leave. If you want us to stay and play some more, walk to the bathroom, clean out that hole of yours the way I taught you, and walk back out here naked. That way we'll know without you having to embarrass yourself anymore." I stood there, stupefied, waiting for myself to answer the question of what I wanted to do. The longer I stood there, the more nervous I became. Finally, I knew that I had waited too long when Brian reached down to grab his clothes. "Wait!" I practically yelled. "What?" He lifted his head and his gaze cut right through me. I turned and started walking towards the bathroom. The walk between the living room and my hall bath had never seemed so long before. It was like a journey into an unknown place where I had no idea what I would find there. All I knew at the moment was that I needed to make that journey - to take that risk. There was time to sort it out later. I didn't need to have all the answers right now. But I finally admitted to myself what I did need - cock - and there were five of them right down the hall in my living room. After cleaning myself and removing all my clothes, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hall, my hard prick leading the way to the living room. I walked through the room to where Brian was sitting and waited for instructions. I had no idea how to proceed with this without his help. I passively sat down on the floor near his feet. "Would you like to massage my feet for a while?" he asked. "Yes, I'd love to." "Start calling me 'Sir' again. I kind of miss it." "Yes, Sir." For the next hour, I went from man to man indulging my newfound fetish for men's feet. I massaged, licked, sucked, and sniffed every toe and arch in the room. The guys teased me constantly but somehow it didn't seem as bad to me as it had a few days earlier. I saved Tim's for last and as I was holding and sniffing the right one I felt my need to cum rising. My cock suddenly and without warning or assistance from my hands blasted onto his left foot. I knew I had been close - I had needed to cum ever since I had returned to the room - but I had no idea that I was about to sling it all over his foot. After all the events of the past few days, I just knew that Brian would be furious at me. He just laughed... "If I had any doubt left in my mind that you were a foot-fag, then that little performance would have convinced me. It's just a pity we didn't have the camera rolling." He picked up the video camera while I was still in the after throes of my orgasm. "Sir?" "Yes, what is it?" "Could we do this today...um, without the video camera?" He smiled at me - that disarming, shit-eating smile - and lowered the camera. "I don't see why not. After all, it's not every day you admit to being a slut. Well, don't let that cum dry on his foot...get down there and lick it off!" When I finished licking the juice off of Tim's foot, I looked up and saw that there wasn't a soft cock in the room - including mine, which had just unloaded. I couldn't believe how horny I felt. A wave of relief washed over me. I was doing this of my own free will, without any mind-altering substances at all. This was what I wanted...this was what I needed! Brian was not long after that in asking for a blowjob. I readily gobbled down his long, uncut piece and had my nose in his pubes within seconds. The other guys gathered around to watch and encourage me. It didn't take Brian long to get close but he didn't feel like getting off that quickly. I was soon passed over Brad, who wanted me to lick that "sweet spot" on his dick again until he got really close. Unlike last time, however, I was free to use my hands. It was much easier being able to hold his prick still while I tongued right under his head where the folds of skin merge into the flange. He started to get close and Brian asked him if he was sure he wanted to cum. "I have to Brian - he's just too damn good at this. By the time we get around to fucking him I'll be ready again." I kept licking and licking until that sweet, thick piece started to shudder in my hand and spewed chewy dicksnot into my open mouth. I kept it open - actually inviting him to unload there as I savored the salty, musky cream. He got off a good seven or eight blasts before slumping back into the comfy sofa and taking a long, relaxing breath. "Swallow me..." This time I didn't need to be asked twice. His thick cum-curds slid nastily down my open gullet and into my waiting stomach. I was on fire now and my rod was just as hard as before I had cum. I needed more. Phillip filled me next. Unlike last time, Phillip wanted a nice, long leisurely suck. I had plenty of time to give his prick the attention that I wanted to - swirling my tongue around the head, up and down the veiny shaft, and licking at his furry balls. When he was ready, he placed my slippery mouth over the tip of his cock and forced my head down on it - violently. I relaxed my throat and let him have his way. He pulled up and down on my head with an aggression that I had rarely seen in him. As I continued to allow this face-fuck, I felt something enter my ass. It was Kevin... "You know I'm not into getting blowjobs, bitch, and I'm getting tired of sitting around here waiting." His thick uncut pole slid into me slowly but with determination. Once I had about the first three inches in, I moaned loudly over Phillip's cock and thrust my hips back onto the invader in my hole. It slipped in completely and I felt full again - complete. He slowly withdrew and re-entered me for a second thrust. This time it went quicker and with considerably less discomfort for me. On his third push, Phillip unloaded deep inside my throat with a loud cry... "Take it you fucker...take my fucking cum. Yeah, suck it right outta my nuts you fucking faggot whore." I was surprised that I didn't seem to mind the name calling anymore. Tim quickly replaced Phillip. His dickhead was more full of cheese than I had seen it yet. "This dude must never wash this shit!" I thought to myself. He slid the skin back and just asked me to slowly lick it clean while Kevin was picking up speed in my hole. I ate every nasty speck of white that I saw - to his great satisfaction. When the entire cockhead was clean, I pushed the shaft down my throat all by myself, without any prompting or force applied to the back of my head. It was as if I was trying to prove to myself that I could do it. When all nine inches were inside me, my throat as open as it could go, I started to move up and down slowly, allowing my muscles to massage his cock on every trip. He moaned in absolute bliss at the attention I was giving him. I got him close to shooting but he, like Brian, pulled me off. He snarled at me and said... "Get down there and lick my nuts whore. Get 'em in that talented mouth of yours, NOW!!!" I lowered my head slightly and worked on fulfilling his request. His hairy balls were slicked back and wet within minutes and I gingerly used my tongue to probe each one. Eventually, I worked up the courage to slip one into my mouth entirely, rolling it around inside and relishing the happy sounds he was making as the sensations filled his brain. Kevin was getting close and pounding me hard now. His thrusts were furious and angry - I could feel his heavy balls, which had been slapping my body over and over for more than fifteen minutes now, begin to draw up. They rose higher in the sack and, finally, forced him to plunge into me completely, emptying them of their overflowing semen. I felt the warmth of the seed flowing into me and Kevin's after fuck thrusts were amazingly slippery. He withdrew from my sloppy hole as I still had one of Tim's nuts in my mouth. Brad, who had recovered quickly from his previous cum, was next. He placed his rejuvenated cock at the entrance to my cunt and pressed firmly. It slid right in, assisted by the fuck juice that Kevin had just deposited. I could feel his cock squirming around in the left over spooge. Since this was his second cum, he took his time, slow fucking me until I felt like I was going crazy. I was feeling more and more slutty by the second. His fucking felt so damn good - so fucking good! I needed something more... "Brad, Sir?" "Yes, faggot?" he answered between slow thrusts. "Could you please fuck me while I'm on my back?" "Why?" "I want to see you while you're fucking me..." I couldn't believe those words had just come out of my completely sober mouth. "But then I'll have to look at you - no fucking way!" He shoved back into me hard, almost as if he was trying to hurt me for having the gall to ask him such a question. Brian interrupted... "I could always get the video camera back out and hook it up to the TV. You'd get to watch it that way..." "Yes, Sir, could you do that Sir?" He was done in a flash and although Brad refused to fuck me on my back, he did consent to pulling out long enough to let me move over to the television. They moved the coffee table over so that I would have something to lean on while I got fucked. My face was less than a yard from the screen - it took up most of my field of vision. When Brad re-entered me, I was able to see it right in front of my eyes - how my hole puckered up and sucked him right back in. He took up where he left off and slowly fucked me until I was backing up on each of his thrusts to get more of him inside me. He was driving me insane. I needed more! I needed cum! Brad didn't disappoint. It may have taken him a while to shoot his second load, but when he did it was amazing. His cock swelled in my ass and I felt every burst of juice as it exited him and further lubricated my pussy. He pulled out and I carefully watched the TV. His prick pulled out cum with it, either his or Kevin's, and I watched it slide out of me like an over-fucked whore. Phillip was next up at bat. He slipped in unimpeded by friction of any kind due to how slick my ass was becoming and he let out an obvious moan of pleasure as he sank in balls deep. His strokes were long and consistent for about five minutes and then he began to pick up speed until he was ramming into me with all the force he could muster. I couldn't help myself...I had to encourage him. "Oh, please, Phillip...give me that cock...give it to me...I fucking need it so bad. Fuck that ass - Fuck it!" My torrent of foul language continued unabated (to the amusement of all five guys) until I at last felt him tense up and slow. His prick tensed once...then twice...then a third time before I felt a new flood of man-spooge filling my insides. I groaned a deeply sexual groan as he spilt into me. Tim had his rod in me before Phillip could even move out of the way, his long nine inches scratching me in all the right places and causing my lust to increase another notch. He slapped my ass hard a few times and encouraged me to get involved in my fuck. By the end, I was fucking myself on him more than he was fucking me. He looked up at Brian, who was holding the camera, and said... "I got to hand it to you, Brian. You sure did turn him into one hot pussy!" "I didn't turn him into anything", replied Brian. "He was like this when I met him. He just needed a little prodding to help him admit it." "Well, He...sure...is...one...good...fuck...nowwwwwww!!!!" he said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust into me and finishing with releasing his pent up swimmers inside. He had pulled almost all the way out when he started to cum and all but the head of his cock was outside my body. I looked at the screen in wonder as the dick twitched and throbbed with the head imbedded in my hole. Suddenly, I could see the individual pulses of juice stretch out his cum-tube as they made their way to be deposited in my cunt. He held perfectly still while this amazing sight was unfolding before pulling out and letting the seed drip from my ass lips. "HOLY FUCK!!! That was hot as hell!" cried Kevin, already stroking another boner. "How'd it feel bitch?" asked Tim with a slap to my upturned ass. "It felt wonderful, Sir! I could feel each shot as it came out." "Would you like to see it again?" asked Brian. "YES!!!" Brian switched the camera to play mode instead of record and rewound the last few seconds. When he started the playback, he quickly hit the SLOW button. There was Tim's cock, plugging my hole with only the head, when I noticed the slight expansion at the base of his cock. The expanded area crept up the shaft of his prick, the bulge moving exquisitely slow thanks to the playback speed. The swollen section of the tube reached the outer rim of my ass and the entire cock twitched as if to propel the fluid into my guts. We all watched in amazement as this repeated itself seven times. Tim's dick slowly withdrew and I saw all the precious juice flow out of me to drip off my hanging ball sack. I nearly shot again without touching myself. Brian switched the camera back to record mode and handed it to Tim. "My turn..." he said as he pulled me off the table and I collapsed in a heap. He flipped me over in a heartbeat with my back on the floor. He climbed on top of me, placing one leg over each shoulder while he found my soggy hole. I looked up at him and felt, well; I'm not sure what I felt. But I did know that I needed him inside me. I needed him badly. He told me to reach back and to grab his cock with my hand... "Put me inside you..." If I had not already been broken, this final act of submission did it. Grabbing his cock with my hand I guided it slowly to my slimed up cunt and pushed it into me, moving my hips simultaneously to accommodate as much of him as I could on that initial thrust. He moaned and leered at me. I knew that everything had changed now - we could never go back to what we used to have. I was fully and completely his and he knew it. He avoided any fast motions while he fucked, preferring a nice, controlled, and easy pace. This fuck felt like it lasted forever. I could still see the TV screen and watched in awe as his cock entered and exited my body. Who knew that he could cause me so much pleasure? I could feel my cum-need growing again...knew that I was close to shooting. He seemed to know it too. "Want me to fuck the cum out of you, bitch?" he snarled. "Yes, Sir, Brian, please Sir, I need you to do it." I reached down to stroke my cock but it was batted away. "Oh no, I'm gonna make you cum, not your hand." With that, his fucking took on a new mission - to make me sling my load. He would punch into me several times in quick succession and then slow to a snail's pace before ramping up the speed again. I started to fuck back on his cock sending more and more of those precious inches inside of me. The tension was rising - higher and higher - until finally I could no longer hold onto my load. My eyes rolled back in my head, my toes curled, and my balls rose in their sack. I was about to cum - with Brian's dick embedded firmly in my hole. "Oh GOD!!! Brian, Sir, you're fucking the cum out of me...it's splashing all over me. Shit, I'm getting it in my face! God, you are so good...you are so good!!! Fuck me harder, Sir, Fuck me harder!!!" "Yeah, squeal for it bitch, squeal!!! Gonna fuck you hard and deep now and unload a big wad of Brian-cum down your twat. You ready for it, whore...you ready for it? OH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!!" He screamed loudly as he shot his nut inside my now gaping slit, his muscles clenching and unclenching in time to his massive orgasm. He continued to pound throughout his nut and finally collapsed on top of me a spent man, his cock still firmly implanted in my pussy. He eased it in and out slowly while he waited to come down off his high before finally pulling out all the way and slapping my entrance with his dick head a few times. "WOW!!! That was fucking amazing!" he said to me, almost a compliment. "It was for me too - thank you, Sir." I responded. "Watch the TV, slut", he commanded and I turned to see it. He was fingering my sloppy hole now, moving in and out, stretching the outer ring. He plunged in deep a few times and then alternated back to slow. He made sure that Tim was filming it all and then said... "Push..." "What, Sir?" "I said push...use your muscles and push..." I pushed on the finger in my ass and suddenly cum was running everywhere, all over his finger, down the crack of my ass, and dripping onto the floor. He continued to finger me while encouraging me to push, drawing as much cum as he could onto the floor between my upturned legs. "That's fucking nasty", yelled Brad. "The hell it is..." replied Kevin. "It's hot as fuck!!!" Brian eventually finished his finger fuck and helped me to my feet. I noticed that Phillip was already dressed and that Brad and Kevin were not far behind him. "You guys leaving already?" asked Brian. "Yeah, we got to get going. Holiday's over and we got to work tomorrow. It was the best Memorial Day I can remember ever having though", said Kevin as he slipped on his worn sweats. "I know, I'd better be getting home too", added Tim who was shutting down the video camera. "You guys wore me out this weekend. Now that we're all finished I gotta get home and some sleep!" We waited a few minutes, allowing the other guys to gather their clothes and make it to the door. I got a few good-natured slaps to the ass and a request from Tim to order pizza more often. After they had been ushered out, Brian and I, both still naked, spent a few minutes straightening up the living room. I could occasionally feel another drop of cum slip out of my ass and run down my leg. The feeling no longer disgusted me - in fact, it felt kind of hot. I looked at Brian's naked form beside me in the living room and felt my cock begin to rise once again. He noticed and chuckled but kept any comments to himself. Once we had cleaned the room, Brian sat on the couch and lit a cigarette while opening another beer. "Oh, if you want a beer now, you can have one. I just didn't want you drinking before we fucked you." I got up and brought one back. "Sit down and rub my feet while I watch some television." He picked up the remote and turned on the TV, flipping stations as I rubbed his feet and massaged his warm, furry calves. All the while I was getting more and more turned on again, by the feel of his soft flesh in my hands. After a while he became bored and hit the off switch on the remote. "OK, Ricky..." His use of my real name actually startled me. I had become so used to being called "faggot", "whore", and "cunt" that hearing my name escape his lips sounded strange to me. "Here is how this is going to work. I am going to stay here indefinitely. I'm not going to find a job nor am I going to do much work around here. You will continue to go to your job every day and will support us both while we live in this house. I could hold all of those pictures and videotapes over your head as insurance that you'll do as you're told, but I don't think I really need to anymore. You can have them all back if you want. The way I see it is that I've got something you want and you've got something I want. Why don't we just find a way for each of us to get what we want? Huh? What do you say?" His foot playfully found its way to my crotch and got slimed by the strands of precum I was putting out. I moaned and looked up to meet his stare. "That sounds wonderful, Brian, I mean...Sir. It would be an honor to serve you." I wasn't lying. He grinned at me and patted my head. "What's say you and me go to my new bedroom and fuck?" "Yes, Sir!!!" He was inside me for most of that night, both of us cumming twice more before we collapsed on the bed from exhaustion. Brian had definitely broken me out of the rut that I had been in. He had done more than that. I would never look at myself or any other man in the same way again. All thanks to Brian's Visit. THE END