Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 08:50:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the ultimate night part 3

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Summary:

Last time we saw Camron aka Cum-dump, he was still bound with his wrists
behind his back and had his balls tied to his toes, forcing him to keep his
knees bent.

Ha had just lost his virginity to a random, angry straight guy and
accidentally drank his step father's cum.

Now he's hiding under his brother's bed, no doubt holding very still to
keep his pink dog collar's bells from ringing.

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Kale entered the room – his room – with a girl behind him. I crawled
as far back under the bed as I could, freezing in place to keep my
bell-collar from giving away my position.

The girl was naked in no time and sat on the bed, raising her legs. Kale
stepped up to her and dropped his pants and boxers. As he stepped out of
them, he inadvertently shoved them slightly under the bed.

He stood next to his bed and put on a condom, losing no time to get inside
the girl. He kept standing at the bedside, letting me stare at his big legs
and buff, magnificently defined calves.

The noise of the girl moaning in pleasure, combined with the bed frame
creaking allowed me to move tentatively. I crawled forward just far enough
to burry my face in my stepbrother's boxers. Had he looked right down, he
would have seen the tip of my hair. Luckily he was preoccupied, leaving me
to enjoy the manly musk of his boxers. It was clear that he had shown off
his training skills, as the pants smelled of sweat, dry drops of precum and
old piss.

My dick twitched and pressed against my stomach as usual, but now it was
throbbing too. There wasn't really any way to relive myself right now, but
there were metallic prongs on the underside of the bed, sharp enough to
perhaps cut rope.

Scraping the rope that was around my wrists against the metal I stayed in
the fast rhythm with which my brother fucked the girl. My eyes were
transfixed on his feet and calves while the bitch on the bed moaned loud
enough to drown out any noise I made with my little bells, if only I held
still enough.

Face in Kale's boxers I focused my attention entirely on his body as far as
visible to me and the soft grunts he let out with every other thrust. After
a minute I could feel the rope binding my arms coming apart.

The couple above me finished up with loud grunts and the rocking stopped.
My hands were free. I flexed me shoulders in unimaginable relieve, trying
to stay quiet.

Kale's big hand grabbed the boxers and sweatpants just after I had pulled
my head back. He and the girl left for the bathroom. I stayed under the bed
to be sure, untying the rope around my toes and balls, eventually becoming
entirely unbound.

Crawling out from under the bed, I stretched my aching joints and muscles
with satisfied sighs over and over. It was heavenly.

There was only one thing left to do. Kale had dropped the condom he had
just used. It was right on the floor. I had to get the jizz, before it
cooled too much.

Jerking off my little dick with one hand, I lifted the condom above my head
and let the huge load run out. My brother must have been saving up the
whole night.

I savored every drop. It was even better than dad's. I wondered if there
was a way for me to get more. Maybe I should hide under the bed more often.

Sucking on the condom, working my tongue inside, I pushed three finger into
my asshole, trying to find that one spot. As soon as I found it, I came,
shooting all over Kale's closed door. Not as intense as when I had been
getting fucked into my parent's mattress, but satisfying. I dropped the
condom, knelt down and licked up my cum from the door before it could spill
onto the floor.

Not as good as dad's or Kale's but not bad either. I wondered why I hadn't
tried it sooner, regretting all the times I had jerked off into a tissue or
the shower drain.

Lastly I got rid of the bell collar. The damn thing was the only item still
on me and it had perhaps been the most annoying one. Okay, second most. The
hot sauce dildo was an experience in itself.

What to do now? Well, I had to get dressed and go back to my room, or maybe
show up downstairs. But what after that? I had to look dad and Kale in the
eyes after all this.

Hopping out in the corridor, I dashed to my room. This time, I made it
without distractions. My body ached for a hot shower, or a bubble bath.

Since my brother and his latest conquest were occupying the main bathroom,
I stashed away all evidence of my former situation, hiding the collar and
ropes in my room. I couldn't get to the dildo since my parent's bedroom was
already occupied again.

This also left me with only one way of cleaning the dried cum and sweat off
of me – the shower in the basement home-gym. I wiped a much as possible
away using wet tissue, returning my smooth, lean teen-body to a somewhat
presentable appearance.

I grabbed a pair of white briefs from my drawer and put them on. My dick
was still hard. This super-viagra was really working. I felt like I could
have masturbated again, but my dick was as sensitive as it was
erect. Jerking off hurt.

As I went up to my cupboard to take out more clothing, I heard a familiar
voice in the corridor.

"Fucked her right in the ass, bro," said Will, "Bitch came like five times.
My dick is magic."

Without a plan of what to say or do, I stormed out in the corridor to
confront the frat boy about his "prank". I saw one of dad's clients walk
into my sister's room, just as Will left it. The frat boy walked down the
stairs, oblivious that I was running after him.

Still in my underwear I ran down the corridor and stairs. My knees were
still weak and aching from the bondage just minutes earlier. I wasn't fast
enough to catch him before he reached the lobby. I hesitated at the bottom
of the stairs, the music and party noises drowning out the steps of my bare
feet.

Kale was still upstairs, I knew that much. Dad was nowhere in sight. I
peaked around the corner into the living room and main party area. Dad
wasn't there. But the frat boy was. He still didn't see me.

Will walked through the room and into the adjacent conservatory. I dashed
through the room, past shirtless, drunk body builders (making out with
equally shirtless women) and half-naked, muscled frat boys (grinding
against girls to the beat of the music). It was so dimly lit and everybody
was so busy with their foreplay, that I made it across the room unnoticed.

Naturally the sight of all these men made me extremely horny, extremely
aware of my pathetic little twink body, and extremely sad I could neither
be one of them nor have one of them.

At last, I reached the conservatory. Will had crashed on the sofa, sound
asleep. More bodies were strewn around the place. This part of the house
had apparently become the unofficial resting chamber for the guys too drunk
to keep dancing and fucking.

I pinched Will's beefy arm and tried to shake him awake, but his massive
frame barely moved under the assault of my dainty hands. With all these
other men sleeping here I couldn't exactly scream at him. What was I to do?

"Hey," came a voice from behind. "Aren't you Kale's brother?"

A beautifully proportioned, bald, scruffy, 7 foot man in a stringer and
sagging shorts stood by the doorframe. He starred me down with dark eyes
that made my knees weak – well, weaker. I turned around, not realizing
that he'd see my hard-on through my briefs until I was already exposed.

I swallowed hard. "Yes, that's me. But I don't know where he is."

"Don't care," he said with his warm, strong voice. "Can you unlock the home
gym? I can't find your dad anywhere, but I heard him brag about it
before. Wasn't there yet when he showed everybody around."

It was difficult to keep myself from giggling like a girl, at the huge
guy's attention. But I couldn't help myself. I grinned like an idiot. "Yes
Sir, I'm on my way there. I was going to shower down in the basement
anyway."

"Cool, let's go. Lead the way, kid."

He turned around and I followed him. Somehow he looked familiar, but I
didn't think I had run into him personally before.

As we walked through the party area again, he patted the shoulder of
another man. They exchanged glances – probably having talked earlier -
and the new man followed the two of us.

As we left the living room and walked across the well-lit lobby, I noticed
that the second guy was the one who had fucked me. My
virginity-taker. Sexgod. He saw it was me and nodded in my direction, but
didn't say anything.

Leading the duo down into the basement, I was reminded that dad kept
forgetting to turn the thermostat off. It was hot. Extremely hot. The guy
who had fucked me, took his shirt off and the other man removed his
stringer. I was glad that I was walking in front, since I had a growing wet
spot on my briefs where the tip of my dick was.

We reached the door to the gym and I entered the combination into the code
lock. Turning on the lights inside, I let the men marvel at the collection
my stepdad had assembled. The room was filled with gym equipment. Every
wall was lined with full length mirrors. The air was hot, but bearable.

Next to the light switch was another one that I also pressed. It connected
the gym's sound system to the one in the living room, giving us the same
dance music down here that was playing back upstairs.

"Um, have fun. I'll just... take a shower."

I hadn't brought my clothes, but I could always walk to my room in a
towel. Half of me wanted to find an excuse to stay and stare, but there was
nothing I could have told them about weightlifting that they didn't already
know.

As I walked to the showers, I looked back repeatedly, to catch glimpses of
their broad backs and beefy asses. The guy how had fucked me was more
defined. He really was a Sexgod. My sphincter clenched at the memory of him
driving his dick inside me.

On the other hand, the tall guy was massive even by comparison. He was
clearly at least ten years older, too. I recognized him now. He was a model
my dad had worked with before. I had jerked off looking at posters of him
several times, years ago. He had grown since then. His stage name was
Titan. It fit him.

His arms and pecs were like the ones on guys who overtrained their upper
body to comical miss-proportions. But Titan had the legs to match. And he
had kept his waist small nonetheless. Perfect proportions indeed.

My dad's parties were always torture to me. Every guy at those gathering
looked amazing and as soon as one of them donated a second of their time to
me I felt as if I had found the love of my life. Having the man who took my
virginity – brutally – right in front of me was much worse than
that. Having him joined by one of the biggest bodybuilder's who were among
dad's clientele didn't make things easier.

As I stood by the shower door, unable to look away, Titan caught me
staring. "Hey boy, you still here? Care to hit the iron with us maybe?"

"Um, I-"

He waved me closer and I took a few steps toward the men. Sexgod leaned
over, acting as if he was about to whisper but made sure to speak loud
enough for me to hear him.

"That kid's a faggot. Has a nice ass. I know it, coz I already had it."

Sexgod winked at me as Titan starred in disbelieve. Then Titan's eyes fell
on my hard-on covered by increasingly transparent fabric. He chuckled.

"Well, I can see you're excited. I'm not gonna hit the iron in earnest
tonight, just to relax, you know. So if you want, you can help me unwind."

Before I could formulate a response, he dropped his shorts. His dick was
huge. The semi-hard rod was massively thick, veins popping along the whole
length. The mushroom head pulsed.

Titan sat down on the incline bench and spread his legs, letting his dick
rest on the faux leather and slowly rise. The naked man was simply a thing
of beauty to watch. He lifted dumbbells and did some incline flys. His
chest flexed with a mesmerizing rhythm, beads of sweat quickly forming on
his skin due to the temperature.

There was no other way. I walked up to him, dropped to my knees and kissed
the dick. I looked at his abs and chest above me, my head between his legs
as I placed gently kisses all over his crotch.

Sexgod grabbed my hair from behind. "Nah, boy. You can do better."

He shoved my head down, forcing at least two inches in my mouth. I was
already wreathing under his grip. The dick head spread my jaw painfully,
but Sexgod wouldn't let go, pushing me onto Titan.

I coughed and choked, spitting massive amounts of saliva on Titan's juicy
penis. To my relief, Sexgod let go, but Titan dropped his dumbbells and
held onto my head instead. Three inches in.

Titan kicked me away and stood up. He gestured me to rise and grabbed my
slim waist. His massive hands almost reached around fully as he squeezed to
get a firm grasp. I was lifted and yelled in surprise as he turned me
upside down.

I held onto his hard obliques and wrapped my legs around his shoulders, my
face right above his crotch. The sweating bodybuilder lowered my mouth onto
his dick and I took it back in. With gravity working in favor of the
blowjob I quickly had four inches inside me.

My gag reflex was now permanently in action. I coughed and chocked
violently as the massive tool pressed against my neck from the
inside. Streams of tears, snot and spit ran over my face and Titan's dick.

He lowered me further. Five inches in. This was the most uncomfortable
thing that had ever happened to my throat. I could feel how I was getting
hoarse already and he was barely even humping. Briefly, I realized that I
would have vomited for sure, if I had eaten anything. For a second I was
grateful that Will had kept me from reaching the kitchen before it all
started.

Then I felt it. Teeth moving aside me briefs. Titan's tongue on my
hole. His scruff rubbed across my butt, sending shivered down like I had
never felt. He licked across my hole as he lowered me further. Six
inches. I could feel his trimmed pubes tickle my chin. His big balls were
right in front of my eyes.

My gag reflex was unrelenting. I was the loudest person in the room, even
with a dick muffling me and Titan moaning erotically. The man decided to go
all the way.

Eight inches in. Eight fucking inches in. Thick enough to block my
airways. No, thick enough to put pressure on every tendon, every tissue
inside my throat. I saw stars as the lack of air made me dizzy.

Titan pulled out. I dry heaved with pain as he softly let me to the
ground. He grabbed my hair before I was done heaving and put only the tip
in my mouth again, jerking himself off. I licked as much as I could in
between coughs.

He came more than I had thought possible. Shot after shot sprayed into my
mouth. The slimy, bitter jizz dripped from the corners of my lips as I
failed to swallow fast enough. I coughed, but with his dick head blocking
my mouth the cum I was trying to chough out backfired and shot up my nose.

With cum still dripping from my sore lips and nose I tied to say something
– anything. But I was so sore and hoarse that I could only caw like an
idiot.

Titan walked over to the shower and turned on the water. I tried to collect
myself, wiping the snot and cum out of my face with the back of my
hands. But someone else had different plans.

I had totally forgotten about Sexgod, but he took the liberty of reminding
me that he was still right beside me. The guy who owned my anal virginity
leaned in and said "Same for me, pretty please. But I'm not gonna hold you
up."

He pointed to the pull-up bar. As I didn't react, still on the floor,
sweating and retching, Sexgod pulled me up and shoved me over there. He
pulled down his pants and revealed the dick I was already familiar with. I
couldn't talk and if I resisted he would only make things more difficult
for me.

Climbing the bar and hanging my head from it, with my legs hooked in, I
thought of all the times I had been down here doing abs exercises like
this, hanging off that very bar. Dreaming of having Kale's body and
fantasizing about working out naked.

My underwear was the only thing that kept me technically clothed. I readied
my burning throat to receive Sexgod's dick. Upside down as I was again, the
blood kept flowing into my head. This time I was already dizzy, before my
mouth got stuffed.

Sexgod had no interested in removing my underwear or rimming my ass, he
simply spat on his thick, fat dick and shoved it in. He didn't go too far,
just enough to have me retching and choking. He jerked himself off while I
massaged his dick head with my tongue.

He must have been extremely horny, because he came almost right away. With
my neck under tension, hanging from a bar I couldn't swallow. I had to hold
the bitter load of slime in my mouth until he stepped away.

I dropped down clumsily, swallowed, shivered at the taste and caught my
breath. Now I really needed a hot shower. Speaking of which, Titan had just
finished and entered the gym area again, clad in a short towel, holding it
in place with one hand.

Sexgod pulled his pants back up and both man headed toward the exit. I
waddled in their general direction, still fairly lightheaded and
weak-kneed. Titan turned off the lights, before I was at the door.

With as much volume as my tormented, ultra-hoarse throat allowed I said
"Just go back upstairs. I'll take a shower. Th-thank you. Both of you."

Titan winked at me and turned around. Sexgod did nothing to acknowledge me
and left. As the door closed behind them, the only light came from the
basement windows – the bright lights from the party above falling into
the garden and being faintly reflected in here.

I was in near complete darkness, but the sound system was still on,
blasting the brutal instrumental music. Moving my hands along the wall I
made it to the shower, trying to find the light switch for the shower
stalls on the wall.

Ready to shower in the dark if necessary I dropped my underwear, finally
freeing my achingly hard dick once again. As I gave up on the lights and
searched for the valve instead I began to stroke my little man with one
hand, absentmindedly.

My abs were burning and so was my throat, albeit in a wildly different
way. My joints were still complaining about their mistreatment earlier this
night and the rest felt many kinds of sore. I only wanted one relaxing
shower before I went to bed, where I planned to sleep for days.

The two man outside were talking to someone, but I couldn't hear anything
specific. Before I found the light switch, someone entered the gym and
walked into the showers before the door closed behind them, restoring the
near-total darkness.

Through the music I hear the unknown man shuffle around. He came to stand
right before me. I smelled the strong scent of beer and weed on him. He was
quite tall and his silhouette showed some serious beef.

As soon as he spoke I knew it was dad.

"Hey you there," he slurred slowly with a deep growl. "These guys told me
there's a faggot in here. Takin' dick `n' suckin' it. That you?"

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