Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2024 00:39:25 +0000 From: Drugh Bowers Subject: Mitch's adventures chapter 3 Mitch's Adventures Chapter 3 This story is set in a world where STDs and sexual injuries don't exist- always play safe in real life. Feel free to email me; I'm always down to talk about any sexy ideas anyone has ;) And thank you kindly to all the people who have already emailed and commented Donate to nifty here: https://donate.nifty.org/ MM, anal, oral, alcohol, dubcon, gangbang, crossdressing, chastity, hint of beast "No. No fucking way. I'm not wearing this!" Mitch Carlton was standing nude in David Barker's expensively yet tackily decorated living room, glaring contemptuously at the items the lad was holding. He'd been spreading his cheeks for the mayor's son for about three months now, but this was the first time he'd been inside his house- usually, the two fucked in the bathroom of the local pub or, during one adventurous drunken evening, after breaking the lock on the equipment shed at the local park. This was also the first time that David had asked Mitch to dress up, and whilst Mitch wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, he'd prefer to dress up as a sexy superhero or fireman than wear the tiny black lace negligee and black fishnets that the mayor's son had presented him with. "Oh? That's a shame..." David replied, reaching over to slowly rub the label of the fresh bottle of Johnny Walker that sat on the sideboard. Mitch gazed at it longingly, then looked at the negligee, biting his lip as the cogs whirred in his head. He sighed as he snatched the coathanger, taking a moment to investigate the garment for how to put it on. "That's a good boy." The young man said with a smirk as Mitch managed to pull the underwear on, the nylon around his chest pushing his fat tits together and making them extra perky, the pretty red bow in between them only emphasising that, and the skirt being too short to cover the bottom of his arse or the head of his cock, which was (to Mitch's surprise) perking up. "There we go, aren't you pretty?" David cooed, gesturing to Mitch to twirl. Mitch rolled his eyes and did so, feeling the skirt fly up slightly to expose more of his legs and rear, jiggling gently with the movement as he wiggled his hips at David. David wolf-whistled and gave Mitch a good, hard smack on his left cheek, causing it to jiggle pleasingly and the man himself to give an adorable moan, having learned to love a good hard spank. "Just one more thing..." David grinned evilly, producing a small metal device from behind the sofa. Mitch's jaw dropped as he realised it was a slightly curved, barred device, designed to fit over an average-sized penis and leave it just enough room to semi-harden but not become completely erect: a cock cage. David noticed Mitch's apprehension and picked up the bottle of whiskey, waving it in Mitch's face. Mitch sighed and nodded, holding his skirt up to allow the younger man to fasten the prison around his semi-erect dick and lock it with a small key he then placed in a drawer under the massive TV. "Alright, come on in, guys!" David shouted. His three best friends, Mark, Tyler and Steve, entered the living room from the hall. Mitch blushed and covered his caged cock up with his hands. The four lads laughed at him. "Hands off. Now." David ordered as the three newcomers circled the older man like sharks, occasionally reaching out to goose his arse or fondle his tits through the nightgown. Mitch was uncomfortable but eagerly accepted when Mark reached over his shoulder from behind him and offered him a toke on the joint he'd lighted. Mitch took a nice, long drag, relaxing almost instantly as the herb's effects hit his brain. "There we go..." David purred as Mitch flopped gently down into Mark's arms. The four youths supported the larger man as they led him to the master bedroom, Tyler and Steve producing a pair of fuzzy handcuffs each and securing Mitch's wrists to the metal bars of the headboard. All four men began undressing and revealing their bodies: David was a slightly muscled, short young man with a shaven chest and a respectable 7.5 inches of cock on him, Tyler was a large, fat black man with 8 inches and Steve was a huge, musclebound hunk who spent every waking moment in the gym, with the most petite cock of the lads at a still decent 6 inches. The star of the show, however, was Mark. The tattooed, skinny stoner with the silver nipple rings was holding a tree trunk of 12 inches between his lean thighs, a tree trunk that Mitch was now staring at, eyes and mouth gaping open widely. "Yeah, he gets that a lot" David laughed at Mitch's reaction, reaching around Mitch to take his massive hog in his hand. "He'll go last. You'll be nice and stretched out by then." Mitch nodded slowly, glucking a little as Steve presented his average cock to his mouth to suck. Mitch began to blow the athlete, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. Mitch bobbed and glucked at the presented cock, already having enough experience to give him some top-shelf head. "Don't hog him," Tyler grunted, pulling Steve away gently and shoving his cock into Mitch's mouth. Unlike Steve, who had been content to sit there and let Mitch do the work, Tyler began rolling his hips and fucking Mitch's mouth, hands on either side of their bound toy's head. Meanwhile, Mark and David moved down between Mitch's legs to finger and stroke his hole with fingers coated in strawberry-scented lube, both of them managing to slide their index fingers inside him at the same time, causing him to whine and squeak around Tyler's shaft. Both of the men mercilessly attacked his hole, searching for his prostate, as Steve moved up and roughly forced his cock into Mitch's mouth beside Tyler's. Mitch gagged a little as two cocks entered his mouth for the first time, whining as the two men between his legs each added their middle fingers to his hole, getting it nice and stretched out. Suddenly, all four men pulled away from Mitch, leaving both his holes empty and wanting. "Please... please..." Mitch begged, slurring a little from the weed and fuck fog. "Ssh." Steve grinned, moving between Mitch's legs and pushing the head of his cock inside him, fucking him with deep, rolling thrusts. He moaned into Mitch's ear, rolling the skirt of the negligence up to allow him to thrust more deeply. He bit and sucked at Mitch's neck, marking him with a deep purple lovebite, also working his hands under the straps of the negligee to pull the top down and expose Mitch's jiggling tits and puffy, pink nipples. Steve panted and moaned, speeding up his thrusts into Mitch's still-tight arsehole, using him like a human fleshlight until he gave a cry and shot his hot, thick load inside him. "Right, my turn now," David grunted, pushing Steve off Mitch and watching the way his friend's cum leaked from the slut's mancunt. David rammed in as he always did, hard and mercilessly, rubbing and squeezing at Mitch's tits and squeezing his nipples hard. "Ah... Ah... Ah..." Mitch whined, loving the attention the men were giving him, cock soaking around the metal bar that covered the eye of his dick. He gave a particularly high-pitched whimper as David's nails bullied the hard pink nub of his nipple. "Someone shut him up," David grunted. Tyler nodded and sat his fat, black rear on Mitch's face. Mitch paused for a moment before tentatively sticking his tongue out and flicking it across Tyler's musky, sweaty hole, eating it just as Lenny always ate him before he fucked him. David continued to rut Mitch's hole, his friend's load leaking out around his cock, until he added his load to Mitch's mess. "Right, my turn," Mark grunted, letting David pull out before lining up his gargantuan shaft with the slut's sloppy entrance. "Pull off. I wanna hear him." He said to Tyler, who nodded and moved his arse off of Mitch. Mitch gasped and panted for air, snatching good deep breaths to compensate for Tyler's massive arse cutting off his air supply. He cried out loudly as Mark shoved inside him hard, whimpering and whining. Even with the stretching he'd been given and the two lad's loads already inside him, he was still barely able to accommodate the hung stoner's gigantic cock. He began to cry out and thrash, only being silenced when Tyler sat back down on his face and the other two held onto his ankles. Mitch whimpered and purred, eating Tyler's musky trench, barely able to breathe aside from the scent of the black man's clean but sweaty hole, soon eagerly tongue fucking him as he felt his mind completely go. "Oh, fuck!" Mark cried out, adding his own seed to the mix and slowly pulling out, grinning down at the sight of his cock covered in everyone's mixed juices. "So, what you got to say to yourself, bitch?" David asked, helping Tyler off of his face. Mitch gasped and whimpered for air, face red with exertion, baby tears building in his eyes. "Please, please... Let me cum!" He managed to beg out, voice hoarse and slurred from the drug and the potent sex high. The lads all laughed. "Oh, we'll let you cum, alright..." David said, an evil smirk on his face as he went to open the door. "You just have to do one thing first..." "Yeah, a little finale!" Mark giggled, causing the other three to crack up completely. Their laughter did not mask the sound of jingling metal coming from the doorway, and as Mitch stared at the newcomer, his eyes grew to the size of saucers, and his jaw dropped almost to his chest. "No fucking way..."