Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 03:16:02 -0000 From: Bolly Boy Subject: Slut Boy Too [Authoritarian. Urine. Anal. Cum. Gang-bang. (A sequel to ''Slut Boy'')] ========================================================================== This story is purely fictitious and bears no resemblance to anyone, or anything, unknown to me whatsoever. If you like what you read then use it and abuse it all you wish. I only ask that you send me any ideas for a 'performance' that you would like to see included in a story. If you're under the legal age of consent you shouldn't be here in the first place ...... Off to bed with you! Copyright (C) 1999 Billy Boy ========================================================================== [**begins emphasis. *ends emphasis.] -------------------------------------------------------------------------- SLUT BOY TOO Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I'd been telling you about the time Brandon got his ass well and truly fucked that afternoon in the truckstop. (See 'Slut Boy') By the time he got home to Chris his ass was red and sore, the hole gaping like a pouting mouth. He was wet and sticky and stinking of drying cum and piss. When Chris got him out of his still damp clothes (I seem to remember he tore them off him) and saw the juices still running out of his fucked, cum-filled passage he couldn't wait to hear what had happened to him and took his dick out and slammed it straight in to the hilt. Man-juice sprayed out in all directions and he could feel the looseness of the rectum walls where those hard dicks had forced their way in and out. He shot his first load within a few strokes but the feel of the pre-fucked hole wrapped round his cock kept him hard and he stayed inside. It was only as he slid his tool up and down that naturally lubed canal that he got Brandon to tell him what had happened. As he was talking Chris felt the urge to pee and let go inside his ass. The torrent of hot liquid gushed into his stomach, swirled around his shaft and squirted out of Brandon's hole all over his balls and belly. Semen leapt from Brandon's dick. Neither of them was touching his cock and it bucked and reared as it discharged its cauldron of cum in ropes of thick, creamy, jizz. They kept going like this all night, dozing fitfully between bouts of ball-blasting action. Chris kept his cock planted firmly in Brandon's cum-drain and emptied himself into his belly whenever he needed to piss or wanted to fuck the arse off him and drain his balls. Chris used him as a receptacle for his bodily fluids and filled him to overflowing like the truckers had done before him. The whole experience turned them both on so much that they began to plot ways for similar things to happen. Brandon was the one who was put up on offer and Chris was the one who organised things and then came to watch and make sure everything was going to plan. He loved to watch the things that were done to Brandon, especially when Brandon was obviously enjoying himself. Sometimes he joined in and sometimes he just watched and waited for it all to finish before he took his slice of the action. Ever since that day when Brandon had come home from the truckstop with all that jizz and piss inside him and Chris had plunged his iron-hard tool into it he was turned on by the feel of a stretched, fucked, hole and the heat and wetness of the men who'd pistoned their cocks in and out of it - particularly when that hole was Brandon's. They had come up with some ideas over the months that had had very good returns. Once, Chris had posted half-a-dozen flyers throughout town advertising the fact that there was a slut waiting to be used and abused and anyone interested in a hole for using should take themselves to the entrance to an apartment block where they would be met. Chris had gone back up to Brandon to make sure everything was ready and by the time he got downstairs again there was a queue of about 12 men. They were gathered round, some with obvious hard-ons, some fondling their crotches and some fondling someone elses crotch! They all cheered when Chris appeared in his leather jacket and trousers and asked them if they were ready. On the way up the stairwell, that smelt of stale piss and bleach, he told them that Brandon was supposed to ask permission to have sex with another man and that he'd gone against those instructions. To teach him a lesson he decided that if Brandon wanted cock then he was going to get it ..... lots of it.......more than he could handle. Maybe this would put him off the idea that he could just go and get it whenever he wanted. Well, the men took the story to heart and gave him due punishment. Brandon was fucked solidly by all 12, sometimes 3 or 4 of them fucking him at once - two up his ass-hole and two down his throat. Even before these first arrivals had finished there was another queue for Chris to lead up the stairs. It wasn't long before there were men milling about in the apartment, tossing each other off, sucking cock and fucking ass, there were so many of them there wasn't room at Brandons' body for all of them to satisfy themselves. Most got to have a go at one of his holes at least, otherwise they spurted their fluids onto what they could see of his body under all that man-flesh. In total 38 men had come through the door. Chris **and* Brandon both lost count of how many actually entered the little sluts fuck-passage but it seemed that the majority had managed to dump the contents of their testes in his guts and gullet. Some had even added insult to injury and filled him with their golden urine. Chris had never seen Brandon so full and his cock dripped cum in long glistening trails at the anticipation of sliding his aching shaft into that wet, loose, tunnel. Brandon was so full he was choking, cum covered his face and ran down his cheeks and chin. His butt was so full it was pouring out over his balls and down his legs, leaving a pool of marbled fluid on the floor between his feet............. There I go again......I'm supposed to be telling you about the leaflets that Chris was printing that day and I'm getting carried away again. Mind you, Brandon's such a horny little slut that I can't help but tell you about it. **I* get really turned-on too, you know, when I write about these adventures. It's not just you, the reader, who heats up at these activities. My cock is leaking pre-cum even as I write, I can feel it seeping into the fabric of my jock-strap. I really wish you could all see the sluts' holes. They are so **beautiful*, especially when his ass-hole is greased up and twitching at you just inviting you in so's you can unload your cock in there, and his head is pulled back at such an angle that his mouth drops open enough to plug it with a good hard dick. There was a clue in my last story about his web site but it wasn't very well worded, so what I decided was that I would just have to give that site to anyone who **asked* me. When I spoke to Brandon about it he was so excited that the world would see him exposed in all his glory that I had to stuff my cock in his mouth to shut him up. Chris was the one who thought of putting slut boy on the 'net and Brandon had agreed - he loved nothing better than being abused anyway. Chris had once referred to him as his A1 Slut from LA and that was how he was listed in the MenOnTheNet directory. The truckers had been the ones who gave him the name 'slut boy' in the first place. So ........ if you can't find him by now and you still want to see what is on offer you're gonna have to email me - Billy Boy - and ask. You never know, you might be next to fill him up with your cum and piss! I'm off track again aren't I? Don't seem to be able to stick to the subject in hand ........... unless you count what I've got in my hand at the moment! That's the trouble, I write about the things that turn me on and then get turned-on writing about them. I've only got to think about some of the things that Brandon and Chris have got up to and I'm all wet again. I've known them for a couple of years now and a lot of what I know is what they've told me but I've been around for some of the 'games' they've played ...... and boy! are those games HOT. I've even managed to join in with some of them. But the telling of those games will have to be saved for another time, I'm supposed to be here to tell you something I should have told you ages ago. If I wander again please stop me. Chris put the sheaf of leaflets in his pocket, checked on the impatient Brandon and let himself out of the apartment. With a determined step he strode out for the park. Once there he headed for the toilets, a place he knew to be frequented by men with the dirty, rather than the romantic, on their minds. There were three guys in there when he entered, one was sitting on the open toilet seat leaning back against the wall and the other two were pissing on him. Chris wasn't fazed and merely handed all three a leaflet each and left them to it. Another handful were left in the rest room by the basins and in the vacant cubicles. Outside he stopped the first guy he came across and handed him one too. He walked through the park handing out leaflets left, right and centre........in fact to anyone (male) he passed. He left in his wake a trail of men reading the same message. "Open invitation to any person seeking to relieve himself. Receptacle available at _ _ _ _ _ _. Cum and see for yourself. No obligation to stay, humiliation is the order of the day. Just use the little slut and go. Cum and see for yourself." It took Chris about half-an-hour to distribute the pile of papers and he headed back to the apartment. By the time he got there he could hear a grunting sound issuing from the open doorway and as he entered he saw the two guys who had been pissing on the third in the toilets at the park. One had his trousers round the tops of his thighs and his cock plunging in and out Brandon's butt-hole, his balls slapping against Brandon's as he fucked him from behind. There was no other way **to* fuck him, he was strapped face down to a waist-high bench, his greased and open fuck-tube on display to anyone who walked past the door. His head was encased in a hood that had one opening for the mouth and no other. The little slut could feel and taste the cock that went down his throat but he couldn't see it. And at that moment the other pisser from the park was pounding his hooded face with a thick, dark-red, shaft that bulged with veins. "Good," said Chris. "You let yourselves in. Fuck that slut-ass hard boys, he deserves it **and* he loves it. Fill him with your juices like I saw you doing to that guy in the piss room." "Little slut deserves to be fucked senseless," grunted the one sliding in and out of Brandon's shit-hole. "Putting himself on display like that. What's he expect?" "Shit, this mouth of his is so hot I think I'm gonna fill it any minute now," said the other as his neck veins bulged and reddened. He threw his head back and a strangled cry came from his throat. He pressed himself up against Brandon's face and I could hear choking noises. Cum squirted from the slut-lips and ran down his chin, his throat working frantically to swallow the pumping semen. The guys hips began to rock gently and then increased speed and rhythm until he was deep-throating Brandon again. Suddenly he whipped his dick out and sprayed the rest of his load all over the hood and Brandon's back. This was the trigger for his mate to spew his cum into the slutty, tight, jizz-pot. He ground himself in and out of the ass-hole so hard his mate didn't have to push any more, the sluts mouth was being forced up and down his shaft by the pounding it was getting from the other end. Chris watched as the mans balls drew up and the tool swelled to about the same girth as his wrist. He could see it pulsating as it pumped at Brandon's belly and could only imagine how much cum was filling him. A sound behind him made him turn and he was greeted by the sight of four more men coming into the apartment. Things were hotting up and Chris decided to throw in a few toys for these guys to play with. He went to the kitchen and brought back a turkey baster and a bottle of cooking oil, a pepper grinder, an assortment of spatulas and some fruit. He left the pile of goodies on the floor and stood back to watch. He couldn't see Brandon for a moment, there were so many bodies round him trying to get to one of his holes that he'd disappeared from sight. An arm reached out and grabbed the turkey baster and the oil and vanished into the crowd again. Someone else took the pepper grinder and another hand appeared and took a bunch of bananas. From the muffled cries that came from under the hood Brandon wore, Chris guessed that some of these things were being used on him already. He crawled through the throng of legs to get a better look. With cum and piss dripping on him he managed to squirm under Brandon and look upwards. The baster, filled with oil, was just being inserted in his ass-hole. A squeal came from Brandon. The baster slid on in and disappeared up to the rubber bulb at the end. The hand enclosing it squeezed and emptied the entire contents in slut boy's ass. It ran back out, greasing his butt-hole and his balls. The baster came out and the pepper grinder was positioned at his lubed and opened orifice. With one shove it popped inside and only stopped its onslaught because the guy had hold of it. Another throttled cry came from Brandon. "He wanted a good **grind*," someone laughed. Others joined in the humiliating talk. "Well, give him one then," said another. "Make that hole even hotter." More laughter. "Hey," came another voice. "Let's use the banana, he can eat it after we've mashed it up his arse some" "I wouldn't mind eating some of that too," said a guy who had just joined Chris on the floor. "Great view down here, ain't it?" Chris nodded and took note of a cock that seemed to be at least a foot long and just as wide. He might not wait for these guys to finish using the slut above him before he took some satisfaction for himself. This cock looked good enough to sit on and once he was eating fruit from slut boy's ass he probably wouldn't mind what happened to his fabulously long, fat, hard, penis. Somebody pushed an unpeeled banana into the hole that was now filled with cum and cooking oil. The hand pushed until it disappeared completely and then an unpeeled one followed it. The sluts hole was stretched wide now and the soft fruit went in easily. The guy with the foot long cock craned his neck upward and chewed on the banana, sucking the rest of it out of Brandon's jizz-and-oil-filled ass when he had chewed down to the hairless sphincter. His cock stood straight up in the air and Chris pulled down his leathers and positioned himself over that daunting pole. He lowered himself gently, feeling every inch as it slid its way up to the back of his neck, stretching and filling him with its massive length and girth. The guy didn't seem to notice and carried on chomping, his tongue and lips lapping at the slutty balls hanging above his nose and catching the drops of pre-cum trailing from Brandon's piss-slit. "OK," said a voice who hadn't spoken as yet. "Now you have to eat the banana, let's see you push it out of that slut-ass of yours. Come on boy, shit it out or we dig it out for you. You're gonna eat it either way." Something he said obviously turned on fat-cock as Chris bounced up and down on it. There was a convulsion that Chris felt all the way up to his prostate and down his legs and a discharge of hot, molten metal erupted into his guts. He sat down heavily on the heaving shaft, impaling himself on the hose as it sprayed his innards all the way up to his throat. His own cock was seeping pre-cum now and it was running down his shaft and onto his balls. His urethra was pumping its own rhythm and he concentrated on allowing it to subside, he wanted to wait for full satisfaction until after Brandon had been treated like the tarty little slut he was. He rose from the still heaving tool and watched as it continued to spit jizz from the winking slit in the glans. Turning, he watched as Brandon pushed and the banana emerged like a yellow turd. Somone grabbed it as it came out and unpeeled it, shoving it back in again. He was ordered to shit it out yet again. This time it was passed to the other end, pushed through the opening in the hood and into his mouth. He was force-fed, choking and spluttering, until he'd eaten the whole thing. A weeping, hard cock followed it and mashed the banana some more, fucking his face through the thick, chewed up fruit. This seemed to be the sign for a free-for-all and about twenty guys fell on the slut boy, dicks jerking about and spewing jizz everywhere, hands grabbing at body parts, fingers and cocks being inserted into any available orifice. Streams of golden fluid and dollops of spunk flew through the air, splashing down on anyone who got in the way. Skin slapped against skin and the sound of liquid slurping and sloshing around gave away the fact that cocks were plugging Brandon's holes again. Wads of semen and gallons of piss rained down on Chris and he lay back and soaked it all up, opening his mouth so as not to waste all of it. The sight of that slut-butt being fucked above him was so hot he was almost cumming again and had to concentrate real hard not to. Grunts told him that the throat was busy too and that someone was fucking the face off him. He lay and watched as about twenty guys stuffed their cocks into Brandon and filled his slutty cum-passage and his throat and belly with their seed and their piss. By the time they were finished the floor around the bench Brandon was strapped to was a lake of man-juice. It dripped from his body and poured from inside as it overflowed. He was covered, and filled with, creamy cum and yellow piss, his skin shone and glistened with the wetness. Guys weren't just unloading into Brandon, they were doing it in each other by now. Chris watched from his vantage point as cocks slipped into, and out of, any nearby hole that came to hand. The turkey baster was being used again, someone had slipped it in Brandon's butt while there was a momentary pause in being fucked, and sucked out some of the basting juices deposited there. It was shoved into another guys ass and the bulb was squeezed. As soon as it was empty it was drawn out and a long, slim, dick plunged in to the hilt. Two guys were pissing on a third and Chris thought they were the same three from the park toilets. The man on his knees had leant forward and had both cocks in his mouth, swallowing frantically as they emptied their bladders into him. His own cock was fountaining a steady stream of yellow into the air and Chris went over to catch some of it. Someone was hosing Brandon down. "Shit. You dirty little slut. I hope that teaches you a lesson not to be so brazen about putting yourself on display. Look at the filth covering you and coming out of you. You should be ashamed of yourself, slut. I'm gonna have to hose you down now." The speaker was pissing the strongest and longest stream Chris had ever seen and he moved away from the guy on his knees and over to this veritable waterfall. The guy continued his talk as he pissed and his stream didn't let up all the while. He hosed Brandon from head to toe and back again, his dick dipping into the sluts mouth and butt-hole to douche him out. "Shit," he said again. He seemed fond of the word and repeated it again. "Shit. You are one horny little slut. You know that? Huh? I think everyone should see what can happen to a filthy slut boy who begs to have his ass and mouth filled with all the spunk a man can shoot into him. What say we take him outside boys? We can show the whole world what happens to sluts. How about it?" A few of the guys cheered but the others were too fucked out to reply. Brandon was unstrapped and lifted from his place on the bench, his body spread-eagled by the four men at his feet and wrists, spunk dripping from his openings.................................... But that's another story for another time. You'll have to continue to watch out for the adventures of SLUT BOY. Don't forget to mail me with any questions or ideas you have. Billy Boy.