Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:41:02 EDT
From: Zak556@aol.com
Subject: The Surrender - Chapter Eight

If you're offended by male to male erotic stuff, I'd turn back if I were you.

Enjoy, emails welcome.

CHAPTER EIGHT

As Phil walked naked into the high-rise apartment, he noted three other older
businessmen sitting in the living room. They were all dressed in business
suits and ties drinking cocktails. They smirked as Phil walked naked into the
room, stroking his cock to keep it hard as John had ordered. John and the host
followed.

"Afternoon gentlemen," John began, "this is my slut, he's here to service
you. Feel free to use him however you see fit. His mouth is quite experienced
and his ass, as always, is open for business. I thought we could get things
rolling by giving his cock a clean shave, it's a little stubbly and I wouldn't
want his to offend anyone. If you've got a straight razor, either I or anyone who
wishes can do the honors."

"I'd be glad to take care of it," said the host. He went to the bathroom and
returned with a towel, some shaving cream and the razor.

One of the other guys cleared off the coffee table and Phil went over, sat
down and laid back across the table in front of everyone.

"My whore is all yours," John continued.

The host covered Phil's pubic area with shaving cream and rubbed it around
his still hard cock, onto his balls. He then took the razor and holding Phil's
dick, began shaving him smooth again. Once he was finished with his cock area
and balls he ordered him to roll over. He spread the lather all over Phil's
round ass cheeks. And then, shaved his ass smooth too. He slapped it from time to
time and let the lather splash.

The other three guys smiled and once comfortable with the situation, began
touching Phil's naked body. When Phil was shaved clean and wiped dry, they began
stroking his ass cheeks, one guy stuck a finger in his ass, and then two
fingers loosening him up.

"We have an outfit for him to put on in my bedroom," the host offered. "It's
a woman's skirt, blouse and underthings. We want to play out a real rape
scene. We want him to dress up, lipstick and all and when he comes out, we're
going to make a run for him. We want him to truly fight us off. He, or it, is
never to surrender to us, he's to fight, or she's to fight all the way till we all
cum inside her mouth and asscunt."

"You've got it," John agreed. "You heard him cunt. Get in there and get
ready and you'd better give them what they want. Or I guess you'd better try to
NOT give them what they want." He laughed.

Phil went into the bedroom and found the clothes layed out across the bed. He
first put on the pink thong underwear, adjusted his cock in the lacy silk
material. He then pulled on the pantyhose, and the pink bra. He remembered
watching his wife hook the bra in the front and then turn it around and put her arms
in the straps. He then finished with the silky white blouse and pale green
skirt. On the dresser was a tube of lipstick, which he picked up and tried his
best to apply to his lips. He looked at the man or whatever before him in the
mirror and headed for the bedroom door.

When he stepped into the room, the four men had removed their coats and ties
and stood waiting for him.

They immediately lunged into a run and phil began to run too, as ordered.
They grabbed him/her quickly and she tried desperately to pull away. They held
her arms and one behind her held her waist. The man behind grabbed her breast,
the bra, through the thin silk material and squeezed. Another man ran his hands
down her sides and pulled her skirt up and pinched her ass. She/Phil tried to
jerk away with all her might, she pulled and moaned and pleaded for them to
let her go. They laughed and began pulling at her/his clothes. One guy grabbed
her hand and pushed it on the bulge in his suit pants. She tried to pull away.

"Please don't," Phil begged. "Please let me go."

They laughed and began ripping at the skirt. The thin material gave way and
soon it was gone, laying in shreds on the floor.

Phil covered her pantyhosed crotch to try and conceal her underwear. They
grabbed the silk blouse and with a few rips, it too was gone, in rags on the
floor.

She managed to jerk away and ran as they chased through the kitchen into the
dining room and around into the living room. They caught her again and tackled
her to the floor. One guy sat on her legs and ran his hands over her crotch
area; the thick bulge there got bigger and bigger.

A second man grabbed the top of the panty hose and jerked and ripped until
they were gone too. Phil's cock had slid out the side of the pink lace thong and
with one quick pull, they too were history. He lay naked except for the bra,
they had decided to leave it on for the game.

As one man kept Phil pinned to the floor, the other three stripped naked
their cocks already raging hard.

"You want these cocks," one said, "don't you whore?"

"No please," she replied, "please don't do this, please let me go."

They laughed and the host climbed down on her chest and holding his cock
slapped it across Phil's face. Back and forth, as she tried to pull away from the
two men sitting on her, holding her down. She turned her head away from the
huge cock, pretending to fear it, pretending to be scared and repulsed by the
assault. She noticed John sitting on the couch smiling, watching the hot scene.

The host then leaned forward and ordered her to open her mouth.

Phil held his lips tight refusing to surrender, as ordered.

The man slapped her hard, she still held her mouth closed, he slapped again.
She still refused. He forced his fingers into her mouth and pulled wide and
then rammed his hard cock deep. She gagged but he continued to fuck her mouth.

As he fucked her while sitting on her chest, a second guy grabbed Phil's legs
and raised them over his shoulders and grabbing his cock, he spread her legs
wide and with a quick thrust, buried his thick cock deep inside Phil's ass.
The other two cheered as their victim was fucked in the mouth and ass. They both
grabbed one of her hands and wrapped his fingers around their hard cocks and
made her stroke them as she was assaulted.

The host watched his cock ram in and out of her mouth, watched the thick red
lipstick smear across her lips and all over the shaft of his cock. He fucked
faster and faster till he was ready to cum and then he pulled out and told her
to open wide as he shot in her mouth. She shut her mouth tight. He forced it
open with his hands and with a last moan, he shot his load past her lips into
her mouth. He then rammed her mouth shut and told Phil to swallow. He/she did.

As the second man fucked her ass, a third climbed on Phil's chest, still
covered in the bra and he too forced her mouth open and fucked her throat. He
fucked till he too shot deep down Phil's throat. At almost the same time the guy
fucking her ass emptied his load in her tight cunt of an ass.

"I want to do her on the table," said the fourth guy.

They dragged her across the floor and lifted her naked onto the table and
rolled her over. The fourth guy then filled her cunt/ass with his cock and the
other three took turns ramming their cocks in her mouth. They rammed a couple
quick thrusts and then pulled out and switched from one to the other and on and
on and on. They continued until the fourth guy had shot. One of the three shot
a second load in Phil's mouth.

They left her/Phil laying across the table and went back in the living room
to their cocktails and content sighs.

"I hope you all enjoyed my cocksucker," John asked. "That was one fucking
hot scene."

"She was great," said the host, "worth every cent of your two hundred bucks."


"Anytime boys," John replied, "she's always open for business."

Phil took off the bra and went back into the living room. He watched the five
men discussing him, he could see they were pleased. They were all naked
still, except John of course. He got down on his knees and crawled from one to the
other sucking their cocks if they let him, which they did. Back and forth he
crawled, nuzzling into his public areas, swallowing their soft cocks, licking
their balls. He crawled toward John, he leaned into Johns crotch and John
pushed him to the floor.

"When I say," he said. "Get up and let's go."

John shook hands and exited the apartment, Phil followed still naked. The
elevator opened and an older woman screamed and dropped her bags all over the
floor when she saw Phil. They kept walking into the elevator and down to the
parking garage.

Only when they were a block from Phil's office, did John allow him to
redress.

"Good job slut," John said, "I'm pleased with your performance. You'd better
keep me pleased."

"Yes sir," Phil replied.

"Get out," John concluded.

Phil watched him drive off.

He watched, wondered what would come next.