Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2019 01:06:39 +0000 From: J <200885@gmail.com> Subject: Top to Bottom - Part 7: A walk in the Park Hi readers, thank you for all of your feedback so far. We're ramping up the story a notch so I hope you enjoy it! It's been great fun writing this so far. Let me know if you have any ideas. We're heading for 10-11 parts now. Again, let me know if you know anyone who might be able to illustrate this story or turn it into a graphic novel! Thanks, J (200885@gmail.com) Also, please donate to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Top to Bottom - Part 7: A walk in the Park Monday 7pm, 3 days later: Adam had never cared about the aftermath of his sexual exploits, how the pussies and musclebitches would wince with each step to the toilet afterwards, or the consequences of his fat stud prick obscenely stretching their holes so much that a mundane post-fuck activity like taking a dump made each turd feel like an exploding grenade. Now, the mighty former top remained on edge, unable to relax, wondering about his manhood for the past two days as his newly torn ass-pussy had ached mightily and dripped blood and shit-stained cum into the porcelain toilet bowl. He painfully stood up, washed his hands and left the executive bathroom, deciding to head home. He hadn't been able to concentrate fully at work, the highly charged testosterone-fuelled power-top had kept a low profile, ignoring the sly grins and constant passes from the receptionists Sandra and Pete, formerly a dating couple whose lithe frames he had practically split in half one night when he had fucked both of them silly in his master bedroom. After that show of mastery they craved his giant cock. But nothing happened...despite the longing in his groin to release the cum he'd built up as he'd recovered on Sunday, Adam's gut-busting horsecock fell back to half-mast. Sure, the erections had returned and he had contemplated attempting a return to his former ways by ordering takeout (ie one of his regular bottom-bitches) for a rejuvenating fuck. But Adam shuddered each time he slapped himself in his marble shower, staring at his gorgeous reflection in the mirror, a feeling of self-doubt and loathing creeping over him while the water cascaded down and he tried to soothe his tender and puffy freshly turned-out man-cunt wondering how his perfect body would heal from being topped so brutally. Adam stepped out of the office lobby just as his phone buzzed with a message. BILLY: "Hey bitch. 7.30pm. Seldon Hotel. Dress for the gym." He froze as his boss walked past. ADAM: "Not now." BILLY: "motherfucker get over here now!" followed by a picture from Billy's smartphone of his cock slick with cum sliding into Adam's hole, his handsome tortured face and washboard abs visible at the edge of the picture. ADAM: "Please" BILLY: "Right now" Adam ran to the parking lot and sped towards the spa hotel, beads of sweat gathering on his brow. 7.22pm Adam's beefcake body had barely an ounce of fat. His gym routine made sure of that, and he was always proud to show off, especially when there was some hot pussy around. He didn't care if it was a dumb muscle-jock who didn't yet know he needed to be topped by Adam's massive dong, or a tight bitch in heat, several of whom came to the hotel gym while their husbands were at work so they could drool over the hot guys like him. Today, he felt self-conscious for the first time. While he usually flaunted his assets to entice a longing glance from potential prey, today as Adam entered in his tank top and shorts under a fog of panic and paranoia he could only feel vulnerable piercing stares at his muscled body...the otherwise empty glares of David, Charlene, Mandy, Ken, Jennifer... did his former victims know? Billy appeared in a t-shirt, a confident stride to his step. He was slim with a surfer's build and pert assmounds, the kind Adam loved to pound into submission. "Hey Mr Ralston!" he winked with none of his customary shyness. Billy turned, beckoning Adam to follow him with a nod. "C'mon, let's head back" he said, taking charge the way Adam usually did with his intended targets. The normally arrogant top silently complied, shuffling to the changing rooms behind Billy. A few of the other gym-users smirked; they'd seen the cocky muscle stud with the bellhop a couple of times before, and those who ventured to wander around the back of the large secluded changing rooms had heard Billy's grunts and squeals as he had struggled lying on his back to take Adam's huge stiff prick, begging the jock to slow down, for more lube, not to break his ass... Without ceremony Billy led him to the back of the room where Adam usually took the closeted gym rats to service his sexual desires. "Strip, bitch" he commanded. "Lie down, legs up, pussy spread!" Adam obeyed quietly, robotically positioning himself on the bench like a slab of meat. "Billy...ummm...I dunno...look...just can we talk?" Billy was horned up and ready to go. "Nah, you never gave anyone else a chance to negotiate. It was always about you, so I think it's time for you to learn your lesson, hot stuff. I wanna get my rocks off, now." Billy proceeded to feel all over the smooth taut muscled stud, enjoying every sculpted feature of the jock's incredibly hot body, all under his control without any restraints. Those rippling biceps and washboard abs, those awesome lats and squared-off delts. Adam had to be the most delectable piece of flesh he had seen. Little beads of sweat gathered on Adam's forehead which Billy licked away. "Lick my pits, bitch!" He raised his arms and pulled Adam's nose into his sweaty armpits, relishing the bigger stud's unwilling tongue lapping away at his axilla like a puppy. "Mmmmmm yeah, nice and salty, taste it..." Adam was forced to inhale the younger guy's scent. "Enough foreplay, I wanna fuck now" said Billy, yanking him back down by his golden locks. No longer top of the food chain, Adam lay back and raised his muscled thighs, enduring the searing pain of Billy's rock hard prick prying open his injured anal ring. No longer dilated, it had returned to a puckered state but Billy easily forced past the sphincter, his cock slick with spit. He didn't stop this time, though, forcing his dick in all the way to the hilt, holding Adam's shoulders as the stud-bitch below involuntarily spread his own legs and ass wider and strained to take each inch of his penis like a freight train disappearing into a tunnel. "Fuck yeah!!! This ass fits my cock like a glove!" He pulled out all the way and rammed back in, balls deep as Adam, terrified of being found out, tried to bite down on his wrist to stop screaming bloody murder. "Fuuuuuckkk!!! Arrrrgghh!!! Ouch, ow, unnngh!! ow, ow, ahhh!! Please, slow down! You're splitting me, I can't, I can't! Owwwww!!!" they heard the usual groin-slapping-on thigh noises of a ferocious fuck but instead of Billy's wails the howls of protest were deeper and huskier. They were the urgent unhappy moans of a top unused to being on the receiving end of a booty call. Adam's cries were soon muffled by a towel Billy stuffed in his mouth, but the keen ear could hear him try to scream through the towel-gag for fifteen minutes in helpless agony as Billy fucked him good and proper. He was still petrified someone would walk in and find himself pushing back against the thrusting surfer, almost trying to make Billy cum faster like a muscle bitch desperate for cock. "Yeah, work that ass!!" Billy yelled, the feeling of power over his former tormentor causing him to swell inside Adam's rectum which strained to accommodate him. "Mmmmpppfff!!" barked Adam through the gag, shaking his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. "How does it feel, huh? Feel good, baby? Like your first time all over again? Don't worry, you ain't no virgin! Nigh, yeah, fuck, gonna fuck your brains out!!" In a way this was the latest in a series of firsts. First fuck by Mark, first pegging by Cindy, first fuck by Billy, first sleep with a dick lodged up his ass, first buttplug...and now, first unrestrained fuck - and in a public place, no less. "Gonna blow my load, baby!" he yelled, rocking the bench with each savage thrust and pulling the towel-gag out. Adam arched his back, lifting his ass higher as Billy rabbit-fucked the jock, pawing at his muscled torso as he plundered the ass of the stud below. "Eiiiiiii!!! No, no don't cum up my ass, don't cum in me, please!" Adam pleaded hoarsely. "No dice, faggot! Take my cum, bitch, and don't spill a drop!!! Yeaaaaaaagghh! Fuck yeaaaahh!" Billy climaxed, shuddering as he pressed his boner further into Adam's upturned butt. "Aaaaarrrgggghhh!!!! Nooooo!!!!" howled Adam, feeling Billy's cock twitch deep inside his battered asschute as he flooded the intestine of the sweaty stud with a geyser-load of fresh man-milk. Adam's cock remained hard throughout the ordeal but he hadn't cum yet. Billy batted away his fist, slapping the stunned musclejock as he pulled his own cock out of the defeated jock's anus. His cum dripped onto the bench and floor which he ordered the sore and humiliated Adam to lick up. However much Adam might have thought this fuck was enough to pay his dues, he wasn't quite done yet. The first time Adam had seduced and fucked Billy, they had both been half drunk. Adam, the power-top had pressed his weight against the slightly-built kid, forcing an extra couple of vodka shots down his throat in the dark corner of the hotel bar to loosen his inhibitions. Billy was already hot for Adam, but the fucker had wanted him helpless for an assraping from hell. Reaching into his gym-bag, Billy retrieved a small curved funnel and a bottle of cheap vodka. "Time to get booked up, pussy-slut!" He cheekily taunted, raising Adam's legs and inserting the funnel into his asschute. Adam complies, hoping it would be over soon. He could hold a heavy drink easily, one of the ways he managed to compromise so many sluts and studs at the expensive bars before taking them home for a good asspounding once the alcohol had taken the edge off just enough for his cock to pummel them into submission. Of course, when he was ripping into others the alcohol was a prelude rather than a follow-on... Billy poured a mouthful of vodka into the funnel, watching it bubble and drain into the freshly-fucked hole. What Adam didn't expect was how quickly the buzz would hit him, and how much the vodka would sting his stretched asslining. Billy tugged at Adam's fat cock, which ached desperately for release after the fucking, another first where he hadn't climaxed while the top (Billy) had finished. "Chug, chug, chug..." chanted Billy as he jacked the cock slowly, pulling back just before it could spurt. A dreadful case of blue balls ensued but Adam was in no position to demand release. His head soon felt tingling sensations and ten minutes later Billy had emptied a third of the bottle into Adam's anal-chugging asschute and the stud was totally buzzing. He removed the funnel, letting the excess drink splash onto the floor. The rapidly inebriated Adam lay back, drunk and fucked and buzzing...and desperate to get out of there. Billy, now dressed, inserted a fresh buttplug, slipped a cockring around the base of Adam's penis and picked up his cum and vodka-soaked clothes. With a sly grin he ripped up Adam's shorts and tank top, tossing them at the dizzy stud. 9pm: "Get dressed, bitch, I'd better take you home cos you're not fit to drive." He sniggered, pocketing Adam's car keys as he led the staggering Adam to the carpark. One of the valets wolf-whistled, barely recognising the handsome features of the fucked-up muscle bitch who looked more like a post-fuck rentboy being dumped in the passenger seat where his own sluts usually sat. Billy drove carefully, stopping on the edge of a park that was some distance from Adam's apartment. "I think you can walk from here," he said to a surprised Adam. "Get out. Move that ass!" Adam hesitated, treading nervously and barefoot along the dimly lit path as Billy sped off in the comfort of Adam's new Porsche. Stripped of his dignity, his shoes and his car, he had sunk to a new low, each step stinging from the pain of the buttplug in his recently fucked ass-twat and the rough road beneath. As he leaned against a street lamp in the dark deserted park to steady himself, Adam hugged his torso against the evening chill that brushed against his torn clothes. "Yo, what have we here? Some fine piece of streetwalking asspussy? How much for a suck and a fuck, darlin?" a gruff voice called out from the dark. Two burly fat guys clad in leather jackets stepped forward, manhandling the drunk muscular jock. "Gerrrrooffff meeee!" he slurred, trying to push back, petrified, and drunk as fuck. Under normal circumstances he would have easily taken a swing at them and fended them off...but under normal circumstances he wouldn't be hauling his barely covered muscled ass barefoot through that dingy park at night, a notorious gay cruising spot. "You're a fine piece of faggot-meat, ain't ya, boy" the older one hissed as the two men grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall of a nearby public toilet. Adam remembered that dark autumn night one years ago when he had come across Carlos on the other side of the park. The hungry young Latino was 16, working double shifts in a laundry and hungry. Adam had noticed him staring back at him as he had walked through the park; the wealthy stud passing through on the prowl for some pussy in one of the neighbourhood sports bars, Carlos cutting across the park in order to save a few pennies on his bus ride. "Hey, faggot!" Adam had spun around suddenly, pinning the slim unsuspecting Carlos to a fence in the dark and secluded park. "I caught you staring at me, faggot! You want some of me? Yeah? You look like you need a meal...a good piece of all-American prime beef!" he had teased, dragging the stunned Latino into a stall and yanking his jeans down. Adam had wasted no time shoving his fat prick down the gagging boy's throat, slicking it up just long enough so he could bend him I'm half over the toilet and force the entire hard 10-inch up the kid's hole in one go. He remembered how he had bawled in pain, begging "Señor, have mercy! Please, I'll tell nobody! Just let me go, please! Stop, please! Argh!!!!" Oh how Adam had pounded into him, making him scream all the more, the feeling of power heightening his pleasure as his enormous prick disappeared between the tight little assmounds. That night the kid had moved in as his unpaid houseboy and personal slave, labouring for food and a roof over his head and sleeping on the floor of one the many bedrooms in Adam's expansive luxury apartment. Most of the time, he treated Carlos as a flashjack whenever the studs or sluts he fucked had failed to sufficiently satisfy Adam's prodigious sexual needs. As a penniless illegal immigrant, a year later Carlos no longer complained when Adam planted his cock inside him; he simply whimpered like an injured animal and focused on pleasuring his master, sliding his ass up and down the massive pole, although it never got any easier no matter how often he was used. Now Adam found himself against the same toilet stall where he had picked up the dirty Latino that night. He was drunk out of his mind as the larger of the two skinheads chortled "hey, looks like some prime A-grade pussy here!"licked his pits and his groin. Normally Adam would have kicked them in the nuts, hurling abuse at the two queers who were now making use of his supple gym-toned body. "Yeah, I like these tits!" said one, pinching his left nipple hard. The other pulled down his torn gym shorts, feeling the buttplug in his hole. "Oh what have we here? Haha, I've seen you around here before, fucking other guys up....didn't know you were one of us!" he laughed, slipping a finger in next to the buttplug which made Adam wince in discomfort. He slid his finger out, taking the plug out before quickly replacing it with three digits that kept the fucked-up anus open. "Nooooo!!! I'm not a faggot! Let me go! I'll pay you! Please, stop, get off!" the panic and urgency in his voice echoed in the toilet stall but fell on deaf ears; the anal-chugging had messed up Adam's ability to react and memories of his treatment of Carlos made him fear for what was about to come. "Shit, aaaaaagghhh!!! Stop, stop, pleeeease!!! Mmmmmpppffff!!" he shouted in desperation as they proceeded to kick him in the knees and bend him over. Adam knelt on the dirty floor, with one cock planted in his mouth as the other slid into his slimy open fuckhole. His head buzzed but he could barely keep himself propped up on his hands and knees as they slapped his rippled chest and drooled over his incapacitated body. "Let's get this stud opened up good and proper!" He buckled from the onslaught as the two pounded into him, choking him while stretching his ass still further. The two double-teamed Adam, giving him a taste of yet another first for the evening before switching places. As Adam tasted his own ass amidst the funk of the public bathroom, the thrusts from their puny cocks became more rapid and urgent, slamming faster into his jock pussy before unloading into both holes as the fallen hunk's tears of humiliation fell to the floor below. An hour later a shaken Adam stumbled back to his apartment. He looked a total wreck, his blond hair matted with cum and his tanned muscular body filthy with piss and dirt like a farm animal. While Billy slept snug in his bed, curled up against his boyfriend Richard, Adam yelled out for Carlos his houseboy in the empty hallway. Nowhere. Nothing. Silence. Adam covered his half-naked body, ashamed of himself in his own home as he crumpled to the marble floor, curled up on the ground, flinching at his own shadow as he farted involuntarily and whimpered like an injured animal, multiple loads oozing slowly out of his puckering anus.