Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 08:49:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuck scott <nwbare2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tommy

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To the reader:

All of the usual disclaimers apply: offensive topics, timid readers and
such. Be aware, this story is pure fiction. In real life, safe sex should
always be practiced.

And, if the story excites anyone, e-mail me and we can exchange
messages.  I love hearing from guys who like to be dominated or like to
dominate.  Isn't that most of us?

Write me at: nwbare2003@yahoo.com

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I was, naked, on my knees, my hands tied behind my back, and my mouth
wide open. In the dim light of a flickering tv screen to my side, I could
make out that there were ten guys surrounding me. Not only were these
guys naked, there were ten hard cocks pointing straight at me. In the
background I could hear the grunts and groans of a porn movie playing on
the tv.

Each of the cocks in the circle of guys had dollops of pre-cum dripping
from their fat cock heads. So many cocks, so much cum and yet just out of
reach of my lips. Those hard cocks promised me a treat beyond anything
I=d ever experienced. But when would I get it? What were the guys waiting
for? Why didn=t they give me what I know they wanted to give me?
I sighed and looked up to make eye contact with one of the guys. "Let me
have it, plea--"

A hard slap to the side of my head shut me up.

"Don't say a fucking word, you faggot, slut. Just keep your fucking
mouth open."

I groaned as the guy who had slapped me ran his fingers over my lips,
then slipped them in my mouth. My groan became a gag as his fingers
probed deeper into my mouth. I retched as he reached into my throat.
Everyone laughed at my tears and the spit running from my mouth. Then,
without a word spoken, the guy removed his hand from my mouth and rammed
his cock in. The force made me gag for an instant, but I quickly regained
my composure. He began a slow mouth fuck, going deeper with each stroke.
Then, no... not so soon. Almost before I was really getting into it, he
shook several times and began cumming. It felt like a quart or two shot
into my mouth and quickly went down my throat.

Ah, cum. The sweet, salty taste of hot cum.

As I was still savoring the taste of the load of cum, another cock was
fucking my mouth. This one was more forceful. Each stroke sent his cock
deeper down my throat. Soon his pubes were banging against my chin and
nose so hard that it hurt. Despite the oral abuse, I loved it. Within
minutes, another load of cum flowed down my throat. Seconds later, yet
another cock had entered my mouth.

As the silent progression of cock and cum continued, I actually became
numb to non-stop mouth fucking. As my mind spun with excitement, I
thought back to how I had gotten into this situation. I had come to
accept that I was little more than a cock and cum slut. But, how? Why?

Could it have been only a month ago that I took that first cock in my
mouth? It seemed like so much longer than that. Maybe it wasn't even
that long ago.

So how did I get to this? It may sound strange that I have come to love
cock, because the first cock to go into my mouth was actually a violent
rape.

It began like most weekend nights. I was out riding with friends, just
driving around. I was in the back seat, between two big jocks. We were
laughing about how one of the guys had fucked a cheerleader the night
before. She didn't like oral sex, but he joked that he held her head and
fucked her mouth.

"The bitch gagged and choked, but she took all of it," he laughed.

"Did she swallow it?" I asked.

"You're fucking right, she did. Every last drop."

I smiled. I felt my cock rising, so I tried to get my mind off the
thought of a cock in a girls mouth. I sure as hell didn't want to have a
hardon as I sat between two big, muscular guys. But, as much as I tried,
I failed because in a moment.

"Hey," the jock to my right shouted, "Tommy here must like the idea of
swallowing cum. He just popped a boner."

"No," I shouted, "it wasn't that."

"Does that turn you on?" he asked me. "Does the thought of a big cock in
your mouth get you hot? Do you dream about a mouth full of a guys cum?"

"No, I--"

"God damn it, Larry," Jason's voice from the front seat broke the
tension, "let him alone. Tommy's not a fag. Are you, Tommy?"

The thought behind that question, that I might be a fag, stunned me. I
could barely think of it, much less form an answer. "I.. It.. Why?"

"Fucking shit," Larry said, "I think he really is a fag."

"Tommy," Jason said as he stared at me, "are you?

"No, I--"

Larry's hand on my cock stopped me. "Shit," he said, "Tommy's cock is
rock hard. Let's see how much he really is turned on."

As I sat in dead silence, my heart was racing. Larry unzipped his pants
and pulled out a huge cock. He was semi-hard but as I stared at it, I
swear it must have been at least seven inches long and coke bottle thick.
Everyone in the car was staring at me when Larry grabbed my head and
pushed it toward his rapidly expanding tool.

I wasn't thinking clearly at that point so all I could do was protest
with a weak, "No."

Opening my mouth was the worst of all things to do. Larry took advantage
of my parted lips and rammed his cock head all the way in. When it hit my
throat, I let out a deep gag.

Everyone else must have been into it by now, because they cheered. There
were chants of "Go, Go, Go," as he long dicked my mouth. Tears streamed
down my cheeks as I choked and gagged. Suddenly, Larry shook. His cock
throbbed. Then it happened. A stream of cum hit the back of my mouth. I
almost shook at the waves of sensations it sent through my body. The
taste, the feel, it was amazing. I loved it. As the cock softened, I dove
harder onto it. I wanted, I needed to get every drop from it. I was still
dripping tears from my eyes as I savored it. Then, with one gulp, I
swallowed what ever cum had not leaked out my lips or slipped down my
throat.

Larry grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Enough, faggot. My cock hurts
now."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I managed.

"Shit," Mark, the jock on the other side of me, said to Larry. "You
fucked his mouth, made him swallow your cum and he's sorry. I think we
got ourselves a real cocksucker here."

"No, I--" I tried to defend myself, but it was too late. Mark pulled down
his pants, pulled out a much shorter, but just as thick, cock and pushed me
down onto it. As soon as my lips covered the hard cock, I stopped trying.
It was just as nice as Larry's. The velvety feel was overwhelming.  Mark
started fucking my mouth. As he did, he reached around and began pulling
and twisting my nipples.

I started to jack off, but before I could get going, Mark came. Another
flood of hot cum slid down my throat.

My head was spinning with wild thoughts of cocks and cum. I was so
wrapped up in sensations that I hadn't noticed the car stopped and the
guys changed front to back. Suddenly two new rock hard cock were sticking
out, giving me their particular one-eyed stare. This time, no one had to
push my head down. I went to work.

A few minutes later, those two guys had given me their cum. No one moved
for an instant. I wasn't sure what to do or say. I had sucked two guys
off. Now what?

Mark solved my problem. "Okay, cocksucker, before we let you leave, you
gotta jackoff for us," he said.

It didn't have to be told a second time. I was so ready to cum that I
instantly I began stroking.

"I want you to cum in your hand," Mark told me, "and don't let a drop
spill. If you do, I'll kick the shit out of you."

I nodded and really got going. Moments later, I shot more cum into my
hand than I could have imagined I had in my balls. I sat back, my cum
pooled in my left palm. I was breathing hard when Mark spoke. "Now, eat
it."

The car was full of giggles and laughs. "Yeah," one guy said. "Eat it,
all of it."

Larry reached from the front seat and pinched my nipples, hard. "Eat your
cum, faggot," he ordered me, then punctuated it with a vicious twist of
my nipples. That feeling went from sexual excitement to unbearable pain
in a second.

"Okay," I cried out as I slurped and licked the cum from my hand.

When it was gone, I looked out the car window and saw we were at my
house. No one spoke as I crawled over one person and got out. They drove
away and that was it. My thoughts whirled as is rubbed my jaw muscles and
let out a small cum belch. "Mother-fucker, I just sucked several guy's
cocks."

The next weekend, when Mark pulled up in front of my house he had his
brother's van. The side door slid open and I got in. There were five
guys in the back. Two of them I had never seen before. Almost before the
door was closed, the first pair of pants came off. It didn't take much
to see my role, so I began sucking him off. Four hours later and at least
fifteen blow jobs, we entered a new phase when Larry told me to take off
my pants.

Thinking he wanted me to jack off, I did. But, he pushed me face down
onto the floor of the van and rubbed something greasy on my ass. I knew
what was going to happen, but it still took a few seconds to organize my
thoughts. But that was too long. As I started to protest, Mark rammed his
cock into me. More pain than I had ever thought was possible burned
outward from my ass. My gut knotted and I began screaming. All I heard
was the radio go up louder and the other guys laughing and screaming.
Within seconds, Mark came and a second guy entered me. Before I was done,
everyone in the van had fucked me at least once, several twice and one
stud had plowed my ass three times.

When they were spent, they dressed me and let me out in front of my
house. I could barely walk, but managed to go inside, get upstairs to the
bathroom and shit out about a gallon of cum and blood. It took all I
could do to keep from crying out in pain from shitting. I was better in a
couple of days.

Two more weekend outings and I was known throughout the school and the
guy to call for a good suck or deep fuck. I wasn't happy with that, but
when I tried to protest, I got beaten up. So, I took it like a little
cocksucker, which is what I was.

Anyway, that's the background of how I became a slut.

So it was, Saturday night and I thought I was prepared for what lay
ahead. I thought I was, but I wasn't. How could I have been?

It began kinda normal, normal for a cock and cum slut. I had been
blindfolded and taken on a long drive. From the sounds and smells, I
could tell we were in a cabin in the woods. Someone forced me to my knees
and tied my hands behing my back. Then the blindfold came off. I was in
the circle of a circle of guys, all naked and all very hard. Within
seconds my mouth was getting fucked.

It was odd, no one spoke to me. It was as if I was a device to help guys
cum. They were talking about sports, their girlfriends or school. My
mouth just happen to be there. Guy after guy fucked my mouth, most twice,
some three times. A particularly large cock was pumping a load of cum
into my throat when I realized the circle of guys was thinning. Soon, the
room was empty, except for one guy, who had just walked in behind me. He
closed the door. I heard it lock.

My jaw ached from the abuse, but I accepted what was going to happen,
after all I was still on my knees and tied up. I opened my mouth as wide
as my sore jaw muscles would allow. And, I waited. Nothing entered, so I
looked around.

The man was backlit by a bright light behind him. All I could make out
was that he was large, in fact massive. Maybe 6' 7", with the frame of a
linebacker. This wasn't a teenager out for a thrill, he was a man and I
could tell I was in for it..

"Thomas," the voice said, "how long have you been doing this? Being a gay
whore?"
I didn't know how to answer, so I didn't say anything.

A large hand came out of the light and slapped the side of my head. "You
will always answer me when I ask you something. Do you understand?"
I nodded.

"Then, how long?"

"N... not long," I stammered. "It wasn't my choice. They made me do.."

I didn't finish because I knew that after that first night, no one
forced me. I liked it and he was right. But, I wasn't even a whore. They
get paid. I did it for the pure love of cocks, cum and the total
degradation that came with it. No, I wasn't a whore. I was the lowest
kind of slut there was. I just liked being used and abused.

"Do not look at me," the man said as he untied my hands and guided me to
a couch. He sat next to me.

"Look straight ahead," he said. "Not at me. If you try to see me, I'll
have to blindfold you. Do you understand, Thomas?"

"Yes." I was excited, but the first tinges of fear were taking root.

"You like all of these guys doing this to you?" the man asked.

"Yes, I do. I really do like it."

"Have you no shame?"

I thought, then, "No, none." Before I could stop, I turned my head. I
stopped, hoping I hadn't fucked up. But I had. I hadn't seen his face,
but I had fucked up.

"Thomas," he said in a very calm voice. "For that, I'm going to have to
blindfold you. Then I'm going to use you for my toy."

"Okay."

"It may hurt," he said as he tied a dirty towel over my eyes, "but no one
will hear you if you scream. I told everyone else to leave. Are you
afraid?"

"A little bit."

"Good. I want you to be afraid. Put your hand out."

I did and he put a glob of grease on my hand. I knew what to do with it
and I spread it over my ass. I put it as deep as I could.

"Now put your knees on the couch and face the wall."

I did like he told me.

"I'm going to tie your hands behind your back."

Within seconds, my hands were tied. Nothing happened for a long while.

"Thomas, I want to tell you why I am doing this to you. I heard how you
let all the boys use you. I wanted to see for myself. I wanted to see how
bad you are. You are worse than I had imagined. I had them bring you to
me. I told them they that for now on, they could do anything they wanted
to you, but to save your ass for me."

"But Sir, they made me do all of those things."

"No. You got into their van out of your free will. You let them put the
blindfold on you because you wanted it like that. You undressed and knelt
in the circle, ready for their members, almost before you were told to do
it. Right?"

"I--I guess so, but--"

He pushed me forward, so my chest was resting on the couch back. His cock
rubbed across my ass, then he rammed it into me. During my times of
getting fucked, no one had ever fucked me like this. He was a horse, a
wild horse. He beat me on my back, smacked my ass and hit me on my head.
He would pause, let out a guttural moan, bite my back, then go back to
stallion fucking me.

After a few seconds, he stiffened, then began shaking. He came in my ass.
Warm cum ran out my hole and down my legs. Moments later, pulled out and
put his ass up to my face.

"Now, it's your turn, tongue fuck my ass, Thomas. Go deep."

I had never eaten out a guy's ass, so I had no experience as to taste or
smell. But, I could tell he had gone to great lengths to clean himself.
Still, I could smell and taste a mixture of sweat and ass. I paused, but
that only gave me a very hard slap on my head.

I began licking and probing his ass with my tongue. I gagged several
times, but kept going. He finally moved away and I could stop. It was all
I could do to catch my breath on clean air, when he entered my ass again.
His fucking was just as violent as before, but it didn't hurt. In fact,
it was fantastic. I began matching his pounding by moving ass back and
forth to meet his thrusts. Seconds later, he let out a loud, animalistic
cry and again filled me with his seed.

He undid my bindings and took off my blindfold. Then he sat me on the
couch. My legs were very stiff so he had to almost carry me, but he got
me there.

"Thomas, I'm going to sit next to you, but don't look up at me."

I nodded.

A slap on my head told me the domination was not over. "N...no, sir. I
won't."

Then he sat next to me, with a cold drink in each hand. "I have a cola
for you, if you want it. It's nice and cold."

"Oh, God yes. I have a bad taste in my mouth."

"First things first. Your cock is very hard, why don't I relieve you?"

"Oh, sure," I said instantly. "That'd be great." I was very horny and
needed to cum really bad. He put the drinks down and grabbed my cock. It
only took a few strokes and I came, really came. He covered my cock head
with the same dishrag he had used to blindfolded me. After I was spent,
he gave me the rag and told me to suck the cum out of it.

I knew not to hesitate for even a second, so I did what I was told. I
don't know what was on the rag. He may have even used it to clean his
toilet, but it was rank. None the less, I sucked as much out as I could.
Now, I really needed that drink.

We sat and drank, me not looking up and him rubbing my legs and up to my
cock and balls.

"I like you, Thomas. You are like you said, without shame. I like that in
a young boy."

I took a long, cold drink. It tasted good and it was washing away the
taste of cum, ass and dirty rag. "Thank you," I said and took another
long drink. "I liked it...  I lik..." The room looked different, like it
was falling away from me at an increasing speed. "I--I like..."
I looked around. "Hey, Mister, did you..." The room suddenly went out of
focus. I tried to blink away the confusion. It didn't help.

I blinked a few more times. Everything was coming into focus. I looked
around the room, but there wasn't any room. I was on the sidewalk
outside my house, fully dressed. I was lightheaded, but able walk. So, I
went inside and lay down in my bed. Was it real? My ass hurt real bad so
I knew it had all been real. As I struggled to figure out how I got back
home, I fell asleep.