Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2019 20:33:32 +0000 (UTC) From: jakehunk11@aol.com Subject: Lawn-Jock Part 1 (Authoritarian, Interracial) Hey guys, as always a reminder if you can, SUPPORT NIFTY with a little bit of $$$, so they can keep this hot site going! Hope you enjoy this story of some adventures for a landscaper - story came out of my memories of actually working as a lawn-jockey, like they used to call our crew. The clients we had were at times so demanding, and got me to thinking what if they demanded more - like servitude - would we have done it for the right price? Funny that our other friends always talk about how women must have been all over us "lawn-boys", but we seemed to get more attention from men. They liked bossing us around, so I often thought it was sexual for them in some way.Anyway, tks for the comments you guys have sent in the past. So happy you enjoy my weird sense of writing. Any further comments you might have, are always appreciated at "jakehunk11@aol.com." I was called out to the Clark Manor on a Friday of a holiday weekend. Pissed at having my long weekend interrupted early, I took a trek up to the huge estate in one of my company trucks. At 24, I had made my way in becoming one of, if not THE largest lawn care, pool cleaning, yard maintenance company in the city. My staff was off for the holiday, so I was left to see what was up. As I drove thru the gate, the landscape looked pristine - making me wonder what the house call was about. I made my way to the back of the home, when my "buzz" of the door, was answered thru an intercom voice which said. "Mr. Clark is at the pool house." RJ Clark was sitting in a lounger with a drink in his hand. The real estate magnate was in a long white robe chatting with another man who also looked to be in his late 40s - early 50s. But unlike RJ who had a full white beard, the black man besides him was smooth shaven - his entire head, and face was bare. "Sit my boy. Sit,"said RJ pointing to an empty lawn-chair, "Here, have a drink." "I really can't Sir, I drove here. But thank-you." "Don't worry about that boy, here. Drink up. Nice cold beer." Not wanting to argue with my biggest clients, I took the glass. "Now tell me boy, how much was that contract you and I signed last month?" "About $50,000 Mr Clark," I answered sipping my beer - knowing darn-well he knew the figure. "What if I told you we could double that amount this weekend?" If I was trying to act cool, the choking of my drink certainly give me away. My shock was just beginning. "You ever hear of Eliza Doolittle boy? Well she was a lady who was into flowers like you," said RJ smirking, "and she was changed from a poor uneducated street wench, into a dignified lady. And this is what Sam and I want to do with you." "I don't understand -" "Sam" stood. Interrupting me, as he began to make things clearer for me. "Well boy, we can see that you a true-blue confident straight alpha jock. And I bet RJ that it would not be impossible to make a big alpha jock like yourself, into a cunted pussy-boy" "I don't believe you can make a straight boy into a pussy-whore - but Sam feels that every boy has a price. And I think yours might be an extra 50 Gs." I shook my head in disbelief. I had only been here 15 minutes, and I was being offered a ton of cash, in return for letting them try to make me their "cunted pussy-boy". "You shake your head, "no", but you have not ran out of here in a huff, so I think Sam's plan has peaked your interest." "No Mr. Clark. I can't do that - even for all that money. I'm not gay, and being turned into a pussy-boy sounds pretty gay to me," I said with a snicker. "Then you agree that it would be easy money for you? $33,000 a day for simply proving that you're a straight boy that cannot be swayed." "Well yeah, I guess so." "Good, then we have a deal. Here, take this. A cheque for 100 grand - but only made out with Monday's date." The men were obviously not used to hearing "no" to a request - they had me stuttering, protesting, as they harped out what I was to do. "Go to the shower room. Get cleaned up. Wear the clothes we leave out for you. Here swallow this tadalafil. Here take this light Molly. Have another beer." I probably should have asked what the drugs were before taking them - but I blindly just turned from one man to the other obeying what they were saying. I felt intimated by the two older men. The cheque I now possessed in my pocket - reminding me that I had just doubled an account in an hour. But at what cost? Mr. Clarke was right - I hadn't exactly ran away disgusted at the rich man's request. He knew that money talked, in my business. And here I was in a shower getting "cleaned up" for who knows what. I wrapped a towel around me, and got out to dry off. "Clothes" was left there, while mine was properly folded and placed in a far corner. My clothes was nothing more than a red Speedo. I walked out with a bit of swag, cause I wasn't one to really be shy about my body. Sam walked over to meet me as I returned to the main area of the pool house. "RJ you were right. This is a fine looking specimen. Lift ur arm, boy. Strike a pose. Let's see that big bicep. Fuckin' head of hair on the boy too, RJ." "That better for grabbin', Sam," Mr. Clarke snickered. The men were now both walking around me - inspecting me. Firing off questions or different poses at me. "Other arm, boy. Yeah show those muscles. Fuck, you ain't very tall without your boots on, how tall are you boy?" "Over 5'8" "You shave those pits yourself, boy?" "Yeah, I trim em' once and awhile." "Put your arms behind your back, and pump those pecs. Fuck, that's a nice set of tits, there boy." "Nice set of what?", I answered surprised. "Titties, boy. Jugs, cans, nipples, melons," answered Sam with a laugh. To be honest, I had never been a fan of my pecs - least the nip-part. Chest was well toned, but the more I developed, the more it seemed the areola spread on the tip of my pecs. The nipples sticking out, seemingly in constant erection. And right now my "tits" were getting eyed. "Those titties sensitive, boy?" "No. I don't think so. No." "Don't worry boy. I got a feeling by Sunday, they will be. One thing about pussy-bois, they got horny titties." I was still standing with my arms behind my back, when I suddenly felt Sam press his body against me. I felt bare skin on my hands - realizing that the black man had taken his robe off. I was on a dizzy high from the Molly, so had no way to prepare when he moved his hands up front and pawed at my pecs and nipples. "OOOOOOHHH FFFUUCCKKK", I yelped out in a squeaky voice. Mr. Clark let out a huge laugh. "You right boy, those tits not sensitive at all." Being taller then me, Sam had a comfortable grip of my bod, My chest pushed out with hands feeling up my nipples. The men never commented, but no way could they not see that my dick had arrived to the party! 8 inch schlong induced by the drugs and the teasing SHOT-UP to full fuckin' hardness. Quickly unfurling, but firmly held captive in the tight Speedo. In fact, Mr Clark knelt just inches from my packed package. "Those are big feet, for such a short fucker boy. How big those feet?" "13, Mr. Clark," I replied gasping a bit, as Sam bent his lips to my ear, and was beginning a rant of hot talk in my ear, in between his tit-play. "Quit fighting it, boy. You think you the first horny straight boy that found out how much he likes his tits played with? Move your arms up. Full body-builder pose, boy. Yeah show-off those guns while I get your titties all hot and bothered." NEVER had my nipples been even noticed by any of the chicks I had been with - in fact, besides a quick soap rub, I rarely even touched my pointy nips. But Sam playing with them had awaken their sensitivity, and I was GROWLING with the need to feel more. "Quit messin' with the boy, Sam. You gonna have him in a sticky mess in his undies if you don't stop. Come here, boy. Bend over the back of the lounger. Sure a big jock like you don't mind showing off those glutes, do ya'? Yeah, that ass filling out that Speedo, ain't it Sam? That ass "POPS" right out at ya." "Mr. Clarke, can I get up now, this is so uncomfortable." I groaned as was getting dizzy being in that position. Butt in the air, head down in the seat of the lounger. "Fuck, big boy DOES sound like a pussy-whore already. Quit your complaining over there, boy, and let me and RJ enjoy the view for a bit." "And what a view that is, boy. Of your swim-trunks barely able to keep that big butt from bustin' out, cause your huge fuckin' package is stretching the material like crazy up front You stay in that position, boy. You fuckin' lovin' it. Get on tip-toes on those huge fuckin' 13s. Spread your legs. Hike that ass up." I did all that Mr. Clark ordered. I was centre of attention, and was indeed "lovin' it". My dick was throbbin'. I gyrated my ass to the enjoyment of the older men - desperately trying to work my cock in a more comfortable position. "Yeah boy, there you go. You got a new career. Lawn-boy to Stripper-boy. How can you say you not a jock pussy-whore? Fuck the weekend - we might have a cunted pussy boy in an hour." I didn't know what was happening, but I was so turned on, I didn't seem to care. To the point I was even asking myself what the fuck I was doing, while doing it!? I'm 24, with a good career, why they keep calling me boy? Why is my dick so itchy? Why is it so hard? When Mr. Clark helped me stand, I wobbled on my feet. I gazed down, and wondered, were the Speedos really necessary? My dick was pointing towards the right. The entire hard cock and full nuts - perfectly out-lined in the tight red material. "Yeah, you are a horny fuck, without a doubt. I think you never been with a chick that played with you, have you boy? All quick bang, thank you ma'ams, I bet. They all wanna take a ride on that fat cock of yours. I also bet you let em'. But now the tables have turned, boy. For the first time, you gonna be the one in heat. Straight, or not, all you jocks are horny fucks. And it dosen't take much to get you muscled fucks into mindless boy-whores." "Yup, all it takes is paying some attention to that bod you work so hard on", laughed Sam, "and up comes a hard-on." As he talked the black man again came up behind me, and "cupped" my pecs, before using 2 fingers of each hand to fondle the aroused nipples. "FUCK! Ahhhh dude. My nipples, dude. Ahhhh geeeeezus!", I managed to mumble out, as my tongue stuck out, drooling. Right now, I didn't care who was playing with my nipples - guy or girl - cause this dude was making them feel SO freakin' good. Mr. Clark pulled off the white bathrobe - bare ass naked, he jumped in the pool! In fact, for the first time I noticed, BOTH men were bare-ass naked! An obvious erect penis was tapping on my butt as my nipples were being roughly fondled. What should have appalled me, just seem to get my dick wetter. "Get the boy more comfortable, Sam", yelled Mr. Clarke as he swam laps, "give him a seat in that lounger." I lay in the chair. Sam reaching over and giving me a couple of shots, which I believe, was bourbon. If I could not hide the fact that I had a rockin' boner in the Speedos, Sam didn't care about hiding the fact, that he was too! A long black dick stuck out proudly from his pubes. I moved my arm away when he suddenly lay besides me in the lounger. My nipples again between his playful fingers. "Fuck yeah, boy. I am enjoying those horny moans when your tits get felt up. He just squirmin' in heat, over here RJ." Thru my panting, and writhing on the lounger - to push my pecs up to that incessant teasing - I could hear Mr. Clark swimming towards us. If I had seen him standing in the pool, inches away from the lounger, it may have prepared me for a tongue-lick on my foot that made me YELP so loud, it echoed off the mansion! "What the fuck was that? DON'T! OOOHHH MAN! STOP! THAT TICK-TICK-TICKLES! HAHAHA! OOOOHHH FFUUCCK! NOOOOO!" My body was receiving weird sensations. My nipples, and now my foot learning new vibes, that were making me moan submissively, at the two men. Mr. Clarke held both of my feet by the ankles. His tongue lapping from the heels to the frantically wriggling toes. Both that wet flicking organ, and his beard tickling my smooth 13s. My butt bouncing off the lounger - but his firm hold of my feet, and Sam playing with my nipples, kept me in place. "OOOOHH FUCK! DUDE! WHY YOU DOING THIS? YOU DRIVING ME CRAZZZYYY! AAHH MAN MY NIPPLES. DUDE, THEY SO FUCKIN' SENSITIVE! PLEASE! GIVE EM' A REST! OOOHH NOOOO! NOT MY T-T-TOES! (HAHAHAHAHA) ST-ST-STOP!" "You forget why we doing this already, boy?", laughed Mr. Clark as he tongue-lashed the toes in front of his face, "we just proving that we can get a big alpha-boy, into a moaning beta-bitch. How are we doing?" Both men chuckled as I panted and moaned in embarrassment. The Speedos' front was soaked with pre-cum. Sam having to get another drink, give me a chance to look down my chest. I could not only see, but could feel my nipples were swollen from excitement. The pink areolas and pointy tips seem to be jutting out from my pecs. At times, I could only see the top of Mr. Clark's head, but his wet tongue kept fluttering enough to have me moaning. My view was abruptly blocked when Sam sat on my belly! I gasped for breath by the force of his landing. Grabbing his dick by the base he SMACKED it on my stomach, as he scooted back and got "comfortable" sitting his bare ass on the outline of my cock. "Put your hands behind your head. Keep posing jock boy. Flex your biceps and pecs. Yeah, stick those hot fuckin' tits out." I GROWLED as Sam moved his head down, and wrapped his lips around my right nipple. He bounced his ass on my hard dick. Making me WINCE enough to stop an explosion of cum. Instead, sticky pre oozed from the slit, as my pecs were introduced to their first suck and lick. "DUDE, WHAT THE HELL! OOOOHHH MAN! YOUR FUCKIN' TONGUE IS INSANE ON MY NIPS, DUDE! OOOHH FUCKER. SUCKING EM' SO HARD! FUUCCK DDUUDE!" Sam would tongue-lash my nipple, till it was wet with drool, and then he cleaned it with HARD sucks. My feet getting a reprieve every few seconds as Mr. Clarke swam laps - when he came back to rest, is when my feet were again playfully tongue-lashed. "Sam let me in there for a bit, said Mr Clarke, as he dried himself off with a towel, "I know you once again proven' right, but at least let have me have some of the fun making this big boy a pussy-whore." Mr. Clark had me stand, as he lay where I had been laying. "C'mon here boy. Lay on top of me with your titties right at my mouth. So I can easily go left to right. Lift your belly a bit boy, stick that ass out. C'mon boy, directions ain't too hard. Fuck! Lift your stomach a bit. Ok, now lower it. Right there boy. Feel that? That's my cockhead in your belly-button. You keep that cock in that position, you hear?" Unnerved at the thought, as I felt a wet dickhead poking right in my navel. Like a hood latch, it kept my body up. My upper chest down, and my nipples in perfect position, to be hungrily sucked by the older man. Mr. Clarke had put his legs over mine, to minimize my movement. Sam, who had jumped in the pool, used the opportunity to get at my secured feet. "Bring those piggies over here, boy!", said the black man as he maneuvered himself in position to get my wriggling toes in his hungry mouth. "OOHHHH DDDUUDES!", I groaned in ecstasy to the delight of the chuckling older men. It was as if someone had attached sensitive electrodes to my toes and nipples - each swipe of tongue and sucks of lips, were making me shiver in excitement - which added to Mr. Clark's pleasure as I squirmed with his rock hard prick firmly rubbing around my stomach. "Geez, please Mr. Clark. No more. Ahhh man. Feels so weird. So good. So wrong", I moaned out non-stop. "Boy, think it's time you start earning some of that money that you put in your pocket earlier. Scoot down. Time to start worshipping my cock, pussy-whore." If I had any apprehension of what was going on, my decision was being made by Sam. A solid hold of both of my ankles, he pulled my bod down - till in front of me was Mr Clarke's nut-sac and hard dick. Meat laying straight up his hairy stomach. "Ooohh", again I groaned as Sam resumed tonguing my feet, he held by the ankles. "That's what I want to hear, boy. Those moaning lips wrapped around my cock. Now pick up my dick. Oh yeah Sam, keep working those big toosties. You got the boy glassy-eyed up here. I said pick up my dick, boy. Stick your tongue out and start lickin'. From the balls to the head. There you go. Both moaning and lickin'. Perfect!" Sam's tongue reminded me of a slippery eel. Wriggling frantically between my huge toes - both tickling AND arousing me to the point that I was licking that dick madly as I held it up. "OOHH HAHAHA! (LICK. LICK) OOHHH MMOOAAANN. D-D-DON'T! OOOHHH (LICK! LICK!). THAT FFUUCCKKIN' TONGUE! HAHAHA! OOOHHHH!" I was babbling. So turned on, I succumbed to the urges and slurped on the prick - as the licking of my feet had my own dick painfully hard under me. "Yeah boy, worship that dick with your tongue. Yeah, time for you to learn how to suck cock, pussy-whore. Slide those lips over the head. Sam give the boy some encouragement. Don't be moaning "noooooo" boy. You love that tongue on your horny fuckin' toes so much, you do anything to feel it! Yeah, listen to you beggin'. You don't want it to stop, you better fuckin' put your lips on that dick." But I didn't really know if I wanted it to stop or keep going. It was all new to me - and it was making me lose my inhibitions quickly. "MISTER! PLEASE ST-ST-STOP LICKIN' MY (HAHAHA) OOHH FUCK! OOHHHH!! DON'T! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME (SLURP! SLURP!) (PANT) SUCK THAT COCK! I CAN'T! I'M NOT GAY! (SLURP! SLURP! SUCK!) MISTER! YOUR TONGUE IS SO-SO-SO (HAHAHA) TICKLE-ISSSHH! NNOOOO! (SLURP! SUCK! SLURP). MMMMMMM OOOHHH SOOOOOO GGOOOODD! (SUCK! SUCK!)" Sam had found every spot on my feet that had me begging to stop, or worse, longing for cock. My lips were wrapped around Mr. Clark's meat like I knew what I was doing!? "Not bad for your first time, boy. Yeah, just moan around that dick. Make it feel real nice between those wet lips." Mr. Clark reached down. With a fistful of my long hair, he made me slowly slide my lips up and down the length of his meat. My LOUD moans, as I reacted from Sam's tongue, were now only muffled, as I drooled all over the older man's stiff pecker. The men must have decided to move, as suddenly the wet dick was pulled from my mouth, as my feet were freed from that wriggly tongue. I was turned on my back, as Mr. Clark stood. Sam still drenched from his swim. sat squarely on my chest. Scooting up with his long black tool in hand. Willingly, I opened my mouth to let that hard penis slip between my lips - I guess sort of rewarding the older man who had made me moan like a cheap slut for the last hours. "Look at his cock, Sam. So much pre-cum. That wet dick ain't hiding nothing, boy. " "Fuck, even his nuts are soaked, "laughed the black man as he scooted up enough to expose my pecs, "lawn-boss pretty excited, ain't he? From his tits to his toes." Sam's fingers both grazed my erect nipples, before thumb and forefinger began a rough tug and rub that had me SLURPING on his cock. My own meat could suddenly feel freed, as Mr. Clark pulled the Speedos down below my knees. "Look at all that sap all over that fat boy-dick. You don't mind if I get a taste, do you boy? You gonna love this. Bet not one of ALL those girls you been with has ever given you a proper blow-job, have they?" If not for Sam keeping my lips around his dick, I would have certainly moaned like a whore. But it came out muffled as Mr. Clark worked on my cock like fuckin' crazy! Hands was firmly clasped around my nuts while fingers held my dick in place. The older man used his lips, tongue and teeth to work me AND my schlong to a frenzy! "He is loving that, RJ. He is just a fuckin' whimpering around my cock in his mouth." Mr. Clark pulled my dick from his lips. Showing my throbbing 8-incher to Sam, as his fingers kneaded my full balls. "Fuck RJ, he been here, how long? And we haven't even gotten one-look at his pussy." "You know what, you absolutely right," replied Mr. Clark laughing, "and you know the straight alpha jock ain't ever got NOBODY to look at his pussy... until now. Lift your legs, boy" Letting my cock fall to my stomach, the older man had went back into the water He was standing neck deep near the end of the lounger. My body slid down just a bit, as he lifted my legs. Forcing MORE of Sam's cock to fill my mouth. "Ooohhh boy, that is one tight looking little gash. So pink. Not one lilly of a hair around that pussy, either. You probably know that, don't you boy? You probably shave that pussy. Ooooohh probably linger a finger too long around that pussy in the shower, don't you boy? He moaning "No" or "OOOH" up there Sam?" I was moaning in embarrassment. None of what Mr Clark was saying was true. but the inspection of my asshole was weirdly making me hotter. "Sam, there a way you can grab his legs, and pull em' back some more? Here, grab onto his Speedo." The black man, stood. He grabbed the material of the trunks that were still pulled down to below my knees, and pushed them back. "That's better. Now that pussy in full exhibition. Fuck boy, I could pay admission to view such a nice pussy. Legs spread wide. Pussy pushed out, and pucker looking as tight as fuck", Mr Clark described slowly. Sam stood astride of the lounger, with his cock being pointed down at my lips. "Here boy. Put that big black dick back in your mouth to muffle those horny fuckin' moans. Well looks like 10 big piggies have come up here to visit, boy. " I SUCKED that dick in my mouth like a pro as soon as a WILD fuckin' tongue attacked my helpless toes. The stimulation both an irritant and a turn-on at the exact same time. "Now boy look at you, teasing me with that winking pussy of yours. Like it's begging for more attention. Listen to you moaning. Bet you didn't know those big toes of yours were connected to your pussy?" "Ohh yeah! Boy learning all sorts of new stuff today," chuckled Sam in between licks and sucks of my horny feet, "And what he definitely going to get an "A" in, is cock-sucking! That's it boy. Suck on that dick." As wild as this was, I still was not prepared of the feeling of a wet tongue S-L-O-W-L-Y licking the length of my exposed asshole. It was a rhythmic action. Going up and down, or down and up. The hole already twitching from the rough toe-licks. now trying to nip at the tongue-tip in reaction. "Fuck boy (LICK! LICK!), when we done with this pussy, you won't even care about your fat cock. (LICK! LICK!) Nothing will compare to having someone taking care of your honey-hole. (LICK! LICK!)" Sam was working his hips. Making his cock piston in and out of my moaning mouth. His nuts slapping my face as he held the Speedo tightly, so my feet stayed in the air. "Honey-hole, I like that!" roared Sam with laughter, "How 'bout you give me a taste of that honey?" "This big jock-ass? Don't worry. There's plenty to share. Pull those off. Get the lawn-boy naked. Hear those moans? Big muscled-fuck, Definitely not "lawn-boss", cause the boy knows who the real boss are right now. " Sam roughly pulled the Speedo off me. Now naked, he had me lay on the side of the pool. On my back, legs spread and pushed back. A writhing moaning mess I was, as my asshole was hungrily eaten. Both older men taking turns to show-off their pussy-licking talents. Each had a hand grasping a meaty butt-cheek, so my hole stayed open for their tongue. The one not working my hole, was always busy elsewhere. My feet at times over each of their shoulder, would get tongued by the "idle" older dude. Other times, getting out of the pool a bit, so one could work my nipple with lips, or drill their tongues down my throat for rough kisses. "That's it boy. Keep your hands over your head. Keep those feet, tits, pussy on display. Flex boy! Yeah, show off those big fuckin' muscles as you get your pussy eaten." I felt like they were taking away my last string of will-power. The drugs, the alcohol, my horniness, and cockiness - all a combo that was making me long for the intense feeling on my body. "Ooooohh Mr. Clarke! (GASP! PURR!) MY HOLLLLLLLE! FUCK, THAT FEELS SOOOOO GOOD! AAAHH MAN (MOAN! MOAN!) MY TOES ARE TOOOOO TICKLISH! AAHHH FFUUCCKK! (HAHAHAHAHA!) SUCK MY NIPPLE SIR! OOOOHHH FUCK! THAT MAKES MY NIP ITCH! (MOAN!)" In unison, the older men, got out of the pool. Quickly placing me on my back on the lounger again, they both stood near my face. They again made me lift my legs, this time pulling them BACK, so my butt was upturned. The next 5 minutes or so was a frantic effort by the two older men - they were turned on as fuck, and making me squeal was gonna get them off! Ordered to hold onto their dicks, I turned my head from side to side and worshipped a leaky piss slit or mushroom head. MOANING like a total whore for it, as the men had forcibly breached the tight portal to my asshole, and were taking turns fingering the pink gash. My fuckin' hole working the finger like mad, as lips returned to my upturned toes. Both older men working a foot between finger-fucks. TICKLING me. Arousing me to new heights, as I MOANED around the current dick I was pushing between my lips. I cannot confirm if I actually cum, cause the two older men with their own groans and teasing blasted first. Both growling at me as they unloaded. "SUCK MY DICK, BOY! WORK FOR MY CUM! THAT PUSSY SO TIGHT, BOY. OH AND NO DOUBT, THAT IS A PUSSY! FEEL IT WORKING MY FINGER? PUSSY CAN'T GET ENOUGH. HOLD ONTO MY BALLS BOY. WORK THOSE BIG BLACK NUTS. PUT THAT DICK IN YOUR MOUTH. FUCKIN SWALLOW MY CUM, BOY. WHATEVER YOU DROP, YOU FUCKIN' RUB ON YOUR TITTIES. DO IT! RUB YOUR TITS WITH MY CUM, BOY. YEAH, YOUR PUSSY JUST IN SPASMS. CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THAT FINGER, CAN YOU BOY? SUCK THAT COCK. WHEN I'M READY TO CUM, YOU FUCKIN BRING IT TO YOUR LIPS. GONNA SHOOT ON YOUR FACE AND YOUR TITS, BOY. FUCK YEAH! SUCK IT. FUCK, WORK HIS TOES SAM. HE IS MOANING SO GOOOOD AROUND MY DICK! TAKE IT BOY. YEAH SWALLOW ! NOW ALL OVER YOUR TITS. JERK MY COCK FOR MORE, BOY!" I literally rolled slowly off the lounger when the finger slipped out of my hole. Exhausted and dripping with cum off my pecs, and lips. My asshole and toes the only part of me on high-alert from the constant teasing they had endured. Mr. Clarke came over and helped me stand. "Well-done, big boy. You are a prime-candidate for a pussy-whore, aren't you? It's ok, boy. Nothing to be embarrassed about. You gonna love it, I can tell. C'mon over here. Let's wash some of that cum off." Mr. Clark led me to an outside shower. Turning the spray on, he pushed me towards it, as he followed. His hands were soon rubbing my wet nipples. Sliding all over my pecs. My dick responded, getting quickly at full hardness. "OOHH MR. CLARK! AAAH MAN! WHY ARE MY NIPPLES SO SENSITIVE? AAHH FUCK. MMOOAAANN" "That's easy, boy. They always been sensitive. You just needed someone to work em'. Take control of them for you." As he talked, Mr. Clark kept playing with the erect pink tits. Smirking as he watched me stand on tip-toes, sticking my pecs out with my schlong just dripping and flopping around, under the shower. Quickly turning me around, the older man pushed his tongue in my mouth. Kissing me while roughly holding onto my thick wet hair with one hand, and my butt cheek with the other. I fuckin' GROWLED against his mouth as I felt Sam's tongue pushing past my unsuspecting asshole. Mr Clark was roughly now holding both of my buns. Spreading them wide - giving total access to my open hole to Sam's probing tongue. I was leaning over Mr. Clarke. On the tip of my toes. Legs spread and hole resting on Sam's wriggling organ. "OOHH MR. CLARK! MAKE HIM ST-ST-STOP! TONGUE IS SOOOOO - FUCK! TICKLING MY ASSHOLE! OOOHHHH FFUUCCKK! HE TONGUE-FUCKING MY HOLE? OOHH FUCK! MAKING MY HOLE ITCH (MOAN! MOAN!)" Mr. Clark just chuckled. He moved to the side,pulling my hair so my back was arched. "That pussy gonna be itchin' a lot, by the time we done, boy. Keep those fuckin' legs spread. Ride that tongue with your pussy." My asshole was BOUNCIN' off his tongue, until Sam finally stood. A finger now replacing his tongue, in teasing my asslips. The water was flowing over my back, as Mr. Clark held my hair tightly, and pulled it back. With now, HIS wet finger firmly up my hole. "Keep that back arched, and that ass in the air, boy. Ride that finger. Don't tell me you ain't loving it! Your pussy needs it boy. Itchy nasty pussy-hole of yours. Hiding underneath all those grass stained work clothes, was a pussy waiting to be tamed." I GROANED LOUD when Sam reached down and, just like Mr. Clark before, GRABBED my dick by the shaft - finger-locked my balls. "Got all the proof in my hand here, how much the boy is lovin it, RJ. He finding out he has two sexual organs today." OOHH FUCK. DUUUUUUDE! MY ASSHOLE! FEELS SOOOO WEIRD! SOOOO GOOOOOOOOD. PLEASE! MOAN! MOAN! MOAN! AAHH FUCK, MY NUTS! DUUUDE YOU SO ROUGH. PLEASE!" Both men held my head back by the hair. One while drilling a finger up my hole, the other with a rough grasp around my nuts and cock-shaft. Sam still had a handful of my balls, when he pulled me out of the shower. All their talk of me being horny - their dicks didn't lie either. Both men were sporting reawakened boners. Darkness now enveloped the outside - probably why Sam was leading me straight into the huge house. On a couch I was told to sit. "Refresh our drinks, Sam." said Mr Clark as he sat across from me, "lift your legs boy. Let's see that little pink honey-hole." I was leaning against one of the long arms of the couch. I draped one leg over the arm, holding my other foot by the ankle, spread in the air. "That is so hot, boy. Big ass spread and pink gash totally exposed. More then half way into becoming our pussy-whore. " "Oh Fuck, I gotta get another taste of that," laughed Sam as he passed Mr. Clark a drink. Dropping to his knees between my spread legs, he was soon EATING my hole. I watched as Mr. Clark sat back - sipping, stroking his cock, smirking at my horny moans. "OOOOHHH MMIIISSTTER! AAHHH FUCCCKKK! YOUR TONGUE SO DEEEEEEEP! TICK-TICK-TICKLING! MY ASSHOLE SO IT- IT-ITCHY! (MOAN! PURR!) OOOHHH THAT SPOT! OOHHHH SOOOO GOOOOOOOO (MOAN!)" "Hear that Sam? Hear how the boy is almost whimpering? His pussy is so fuckin' sensitive." "Oh yeah, RJ. It just fuckin' quivering on my tongue. Big jock having orgasms like a woman." "Let me at that, Sam! I gotta get em' wet!", laughed Mr. Clark as he pushed Sam to the side. I could hear Mr. Clark smirking and growling as his lips SUCKED at my hole. I was on another level of sensitivity - the pucker forced to open over and over with wet slurping noises. TICKLING the hole. "OHHH PLEASE, MR. CLARK! LET ME CATCH MY BREATH! OOOHH FFFUUCCKK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HOOOOOOOOLE! OH! OH! OH! OH! PLEASE!" The more I moaned, the more he licked and sucked. My body trembling in response. "That honey-hole at our mercy now, boy. (LICK! SUCK). Just quivering, like a cunt, Sam." "You got that right, RJ," chuckled the black man as he lay on the couch, "he has no idea what is happening. Lift your arm, boy. Let me get at that titty. Give ya something else to think about." Sam's lips wrapped around the tip of my pec, swallowing my nipple. I could hardly move in that position - nipple and asshole easy targets to keep me delirious with lust. GASPING when Mr. Clark grabbed an ankle, and moved his tongue to my toes. His other hand playing with the wet hole. Finger soon diddling the asslips. Just the finger tip teasing the hole, "Yeah boy, work that pussy. Try and get more of that finger in there as a reward. (SLURP! SLURP!) Big horny fuckin' feet of yours. Mmmmmm (SUCK! SUCK!) You keep moaning, big boy. So fuckin' easy to sway you alphas - OOHHH Yeah! Especially when that finger penetrates that wet pink gash, hey boy? (HAHAHAHA!) Fuckin' eyes going back in his head, Sam. (HAHAHAHA) Pussy just pulsing around my finger." At a point it was getting hard to concentrate what was freaking me out more. That tongue on my pec making me want to feel it on my OTHER nipple; that slippery other tongue TICKLING my feet. that finger feeling so gooooood in my ass. "Look at his hard dick, you think he ain't enjoying himself?", said Sam as he let my tit fall from his lips, and reached down to grab my balls. Making my dick SLAP on my stomach. Spraying precream like crazy. The head of my meat soon between his lips. SUCKING on my mushroom cap, so HARD! "OOOHH FUCK YEAH! AAHH MAN! PLEASE! SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOD! SUCK MY DICK! OOOHH FFUUCCKK! CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT F-F-FEELS UP MY ASSHOOOOLLE! THAT FUCKIN' F-F-F-FINGER!" I was thrashing on the couch when both older men stopped teasing my spread bod. Drool falling from my lips to the couch cushion as I panted. from the intense feelings on my pecs, dick, hole - fuck, even my feet! I wanted to give my schlong a good wanking! I looked down my stomach, at my pre streaked belly. My pecker painfully hard. I still had a pretty good buzz and was in a crazy state of horniness. "Here.", said Mr. Clark as he passed me a chilled bottle of water. I gulped down the bottle in a couple of swigs. My throat so dry. GROANING when, with his hands still cold from the iced-water, the older man made me stand, by grabbing onto my hot sweaty nuts. "Let's go. Time to spit-roast some hungry alpha holes." Mr. Clark led me by the balls out to the darkened patio. He pushed me on all 4s across a day-bed. Making me lower my shoulders a bit, and spread my legs. He grabbed my big butt cheeks, and dove in-between with his tongue. "FUCK MR CLARK! OOHHHHH YES SIR! YOUR TONGUE ! OOOHHHHH FFFUCCKK YEAH! OOOHHHH MR. CLARKE! YOUR BEARD SO TICKLISH! OOHHH NOOOOOO! MOOOOOAAANNN!" "Quit your snifflin' boy, open your fuckin' mouth," growled Sam as he stood besides me - lifting my head by the hair until my lips were in-line with his hard black pecker. At the EXACT same moment. His cock started filling my mouth, in time to the pressure of a dick spreading my willing asslips. CRAWLING up my asshole as I tried to concentrate on swallowing that pipe pushin' in and out of my GROWLING lips! Another SHOVE up my hole, and Mr. Clark RAMMED that spot which had me SQUEALING and SLOBBERING on Sam's penis. "Feel that boy? You been cunted! That pink alpha hole, now a cunted pussy. That's ok big boy, You just keep on moaning. I know you love it! Slurping on a cock like you a pro. While your pussy learns the delight of being spread by a hard dick". I was so out of it - shocked, horny, drugged - you name it, that I felt that I was only connected on that bed by those 2 dicks. Sam had my head firmly by my long hair, as he made me suck and lick his huge hard cock. Mr. Clark meanwhile was controlling my big ass, by holding onto the meaty smooth buns. Each butt cheek forced to slide back and forth on his dick. The men were laughing, as my cries were turning from pain to unbridled pleasure. "Suck my dick, boy. Drool all over it. Lube it up boy, cause you know that hard black cock wants a turn at your pussy. Back and forth. There you go boy. Fuck RJ, boy not even gagging." "Nope. And his pussy enjoying getting fucked for sure. Look at that big ass bounce of my belly, Sam" I had no choice. I was impaled at both ends and was sliding off the length of one dick, or swallowing the other. Mr. Clark grabbed my hair so I couldn't move. Had to keep Sam's meat down my throat, as Mr. Clark filled my hole to his balls. Neither man moving. "Keep sucking that cock in your mouth, while you squeeze your pussy around my dick. Yeah, you gonna work for yo' money, boy. I dunno if I would call it work, though. You seem to be enjoying yourself, for sure! Fact is, the way you working Sam's cock, I think you lookin' for extra hours." "Fuck RJ, the way he moaning, he just beggin' for over-time." My groans WERE getting louder as again both men started fucking my hole with their hard dicks. Mr Clark's meat had found my prostrate-button, and was TAPPING on that spot with each thrust. I slobbered on Sam's meat in response. The black cock left my lips, when Sam decided he was gonna get a drink. Almost the same time, Mr. Clark's phone rang and he pulled out. I fell to my stomach on the day bed. Catching my breath for a sec - I turned on my back. Ahhh man, my schlong was totally throbbing. Lifting off my stomach each time I took a breath - my belly smeared with prejizz. I looked up and Sam was standing there sipping out of his glass. "Look at you writhing in fuckin' heat, boy. Lift those big fuckin' arms over your head. Put that horny body in full display. Tits begging to be milked. Cock ready to explode. Pussy itchin' to be used." "And that boy is how you now know you a pussy-whore," added Mr. Clark as he returned to the pool. He knelt near my body. His tongue sticking out was licking all AROUND my right nipple. Making it want more. Sam followed suit. Teasing around the areola on the left pec. I stuck my chest out. I could see the goose-bumps on my nipples, as the licking continued around the ignored tit. The men were just starting with my nipples! They soon had their tongues teasing me EVERYWHERE! Tip of my dick. Fluttering on the tip of my toes. Lightly licking around the pink lips of my fucked asshole. I was just talking in growls, moans and gibberish. Begging to stop, or not to stop, to lick me there, but not there! Sam lay besides me. His lips finally wrapping around my yearning nipple - but at the same time, his hard black dick beginning to crawl up my hungry asshole. I was soon in a wild sexual-high as the older men worked me like the whore they said I was. My big buns were bouncing down on Sam's dick. Mr. Clark, was holding on to my head with one hand - making me take his pulsing prick between my lips. His other hand held my ankle, so my toes were being roughly licked and sucked by his lips and tongue. Sam continued to suck on one nipple, while he had moved his other hand around me, so he was able to finger and pinch a horny tit-tip. My orgasm was the most bizarre of my life - it was like all of my body was being forced into a mind-boggling explosion. That dick in my asshole seemed to be plugged DEEP and working that spot to make the itchin' get worse; both of the tip of my nipple were being pinched or lightly bitten; my toes were trapped in a hot mouth, with a tongue lashing each wriggling digit - my aching nuts tightened, and a spray of thick cum was dropping all over my chest. Somewhere in that action, Mr. Clark and Sam had unleashed their second load. I hardly noticed the cum dripping from my holes as I was taken upstairs. I was quickly made to "strut around" in a pair of lacy black panties. Reminding me of the money I was earning, the two older men had me posing seductively on a HUGE bed, as they sat back in two chairs. "Lift that fat pantied ass! Move it, whore. Shake that horny booty. Big muscled fuck! Still in heat. Git on your back. Work your tits. You not liking this, boy? Your dick tells me something different. Fuckin' little panties just packed. Grab your tits. Rub em'. Moan like the pussy-whore you now have become. " I WAS MOANING. I was hard as a pipe. I figured drugs were probably the reason, but I was again so horned. "Turn around. Back-up that big ass, boy. Keep going, until your horny tippy-toes are on the floor. Look at that big beautiful butt - framed by those little panties. Fuck yeah, you love that boy. Feeling hands all over your big round ass. Forget your fat-dick. New sex organ is your fat ass. You won't be able to get it man-handled, spanked, licked, and fucked enough." Mr Clark was doing the talking, but Sam was the one feeling-up my ass like he was kneading dough. I GASPED and even SQUEALED when I felt him move the material of the briefs, and forced his face between my deep asscrack. If he was concerned that my hole was still wet from his load, Sam never let-on. His tongue was soon drilling past the twitchin' lips. I was grabbing at the bed sheets. "OOOHHH I B-B-B-EG YOOOOOUUUUU! ASSHOLE SOOOOOO SENSITI- OOOHHHH FFUUCCKK! MOAN! MOAN! MOAN! THAT FEELS SOOOOOO! MOOOOAANNN! OOHHH MY GOD! MY HOLE!" "Pussy just in convulsions, RJ. Cunt can't get enough tongue." "Let's give that cunt, what it wants, Sam." I was pushed on my back, my legs lifted and pulled back. Mr. Clark sat on my chest facing my upturned butt. Sam too was, sort-of holding me up, as he got on the bed. The material that had once again covered my asshole during the move, was pulled to the side. And now 2 tongues were slurping in and on my hole. "PLLEEEEEEASE! YOU GUYS ARE DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZEEEEE! MY ASSHOLE SO ITCHY! OOHH YOUR TONGUES MAKING ME - OOOH! OOOH! OOOH! MMMMOOOAANNN! OOH NNNOOO! NOT BOTH YOUR TONGUES! OOOHH! OOOHHH! OOOHH! NO MORE! PUL-EEZE! MOAN!" "Fuck Sam, that cunt quivering for it. Poor little pink pussy had no idea what it was missing (SLURP! SLURP!) Shut up boy. Here, open your fuckin' mouth! Take that cock." Mr. Clark reached back. Pushing his prick between his legs - fuck, that meat was as hard as ever - I wrapped my whimpering lips around the length. More of that dick pushed in my mouth as I MOANED from again my asshole getting tongue-fucked. The older men seemingly revelling in my horny reactions returned to getting my hole to twitch involuntarily. "Poor muscled-fuck. That big boy all confused now. Ain't ya? Getting fuckin' orgasms right in his pussy. Slobbering on that cock in his mouth like if he stop, his pussy won't be played with. RJ move a bit. Here boy, put both of our dicks in your mouth. I been hearing you moaning, boy. Can't tell me your mouth ain't big enough, now wrap your fuckin' lips around them. Suck! That's it. You be a fuckin' whore for cock - you get your pussy worked on." The older men returned their attention to my asshole. I begged them to stop. But they licked the lips and tongue the hole until goose bumps surrounded the pink gash as I was wracked with another anal-gasm. That excited them even more! My legs were let drop. Sam quickly turning me on my belly, as he face-dove between my huge mounds. Mr Clark lay besides me. Grabbing my hair, he lifted my head and licked at my tongue and mouth. "Lets' hear those horny moans, you big Fuck. Tongue stickin' out begging to feel MY tongue force it back into your big fuckin' mouth. Your pussy just drippin'. You been cunted, big boy. Cunted pussy-boy. " Luckily Mr. Clark was holding onto my hair, cause I was just WRITHING on the bed. Sam now worked his thumb in my spit and jizz-wet hole. "Feel that boy? Your pussy just GRABBING at my thumb. Needing something bigger in there, SO bad." "OOOOOHH! PLEASE! THUMB FEELS SO GOOD. PLEASE! STOP! (MOAN! MOAN!)" Sam now held my hair, as he pulled me back till I was on my knees. Ordering me to reach back and spread my meaty butt cheeks as I rode his thumb. Chuckling to himself as my hole wriggled around his hand. "Tongue-out, boy. Lick that big hard man-dick like the whore that you are," said Mr. Clark laughing. His meat soon being sucked. MUFFLING my cries as my asshole was being once again spread with a hard prick. Sam just moving his hips so my huge buns rippled off his belly. Hole filled to his hanging nuts with cock. Once again on all 4s, I was filled with dick. Cock ramming my prostrate causing YELPS to be enjoyed by the meat in my mouth. Slurping on that dick hungrily as my hole got some itch-relief. Though satisfying, the fuck was deliberate. Same movement each time, which had my ass pushing back on that dick for more stimulation. I was in ecstasy. My mind at a loss - just sucking on that meat between my lips, as a hard cock satisfied my horny hole. Like I was out-of-my-own-body, I felt like I was floating as I was turned on my back. I whimpered when Mr. Clark was now lifting my legs and slurping on his new pussy. Sam making me turn my face, as he made my lips wrap around his sweaty black balls he held in his hand. Not forgetting the weakness of my 13s, he pushed his tongue on the upturned toes. When Mr. Clark reached down and started SUCKING on one of my nipples as he forced his cock in my hole - is when I lost control for the umpteenth time. My fat schlong was a smelly slab of meat. So much cum and pre cum having seeped out that the panties were wetly clinging to every vein of my soaked pecker. My hole quivering in lust wrapped around the shaft of Mr. Clark's meat until he had no choice but to unload yet another round of semen up the hot pussy. When I opened my eyes out of my coma-cum, Sam was still laying near me. Having blasted his cum all over my pecs, as he laughed and called it "titty milk", he was still nursing/cleaning his own cum off my erect pink nipples. Mr. Clark had his head on a pillow laying on my other side. His spent cock still plugging my hole as my big thigh lay over his leg. He had reached down. Cupping one of my pecs in his hand. Lifting the areola so his thumb and forefinger could play with my free nipple. "Push those titties out, boy. Show them off. Those titties are gonna be on display all weekend. Quit your moaning, boy. Or did you forget this is only Day 1? And this will be your outfit all weekend. Titties and Panties. That's all a pussy-whore needs to wear. And speaking about pussy, tighten those cunt-lips around my cock, boy. Keep my dick in there in case I feel like taking another go at that honey-pot. And that was how I fell asleep. Sam's lips on my tit - and my other nipple being finger-raked by Mr. Clark as he dozed off. I could only hope that the older men somehow took it easier on me on Day 2, but I doubt it.