Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2024 21:14:46 +0100 (CET)
From: Justin Scholar <saad17@mailfence.com>
Subject: Toga Clad, Tugged, and Tossed - III

The following story is a work of pure fiction. Any and all characters
depicted within are entirely products of the author's imagination and any
connection to real life persons is entirely coincidental. It is a work of
erotic fiction, including homosexual and public exhibitionist content. If
it is illegal in your locality to view such material, the author advises
not to read this content. If you are offended by questionable consent,
public sexual acts between adults, or homosexual acts between adults, do
not read this content.

The author does not condone such acts. Again, this is a work of fantasy for
entertainment.


Toga-clad, Tugged, and Tossed – III

Eric was having a rough night. He had gone out in an enticing toga costume
that flaunted his physique—particularly his developed quads and glutes
with the very short skirt from the drape of the fabric—with the end goal
of spewing cum across some buxom coed's cleavage or down her
throat. Instead, he had been coaxed into climaxing from a blowjob from
under the table at the bar, had his underwear stolen, had his ass eaten to
finally retrieve said missing underwear, and then a blackmail picture taken
of him partly undressed and very aroused in the alley behind a bar. The
ass-eating that he had submitted to ended up being for naught as what he
thought were his white bikini briefs ended up being some slut's abandoned
panties. An irritating tomboy gal he sparred with in his college classes
had fondled him to a potent erection in the middle of the dance floor and
bared his commando ass to anyone and everyone on the floor and slapped a
spray of precum from his dangling dick.

And then finally, Eric actually did find his special occasion underwear in
the hands of a little person convincingly costumed as a demon who told him
to follow if he wanted that little garment back. This was where Eric found
himself now, walking beside this guy shorter than that tomboy dressed as
Thor, Anna. Clearly this demon guy was a regular gym goer. His costume
showed off his cut abs and developed pecs. His arms, while obviously small,
were far thicker and corded with more muscle than any little kid would have
despite being the same length. The quads and calves below his leather skirt
were just as developed. In fact, despite his own rigorous gym routine, Eric
wondered if he could even take this short guy in a fight—and the thought
was one that crossed his mind. Maybe he could sucker punch him, grab his
underwear from his hand, and book it out of the alley and end this night?

That thought was jettisoned when they paused at the end of the alley. The
demon dude tucked Eric's briefs into a pouch on his belt and pulled out his
phone. Eric had adjusted his toga so it covered him better, and he had
tucked his slightly slackening erection under his belt as he had when
exiting the dance floor. That, too, was a source of consternation tonight:
while Eric could brag of a pretty short refractory period, his penis was
remaining stubbornly inflated despite an orgasm a scarce 30 or 40 minutes
ago. His mind was muddled like a combination of being drunk and high, and
his body seemed to tingle a bit. In his scattered mind, a scant moment of
anxiety came into focus—had someone put something in one of his drinks?

The demon dude produced his phone from the same pouch that he had stashed
Eric's bikini briefs. Eric looked down and watched him swipe a complicated
unlock code. The phone screen read "Tyler's Phone"; didn't Anna the tomboy
Thor mention a Tyler? Did Eric know any Tylers? Any little person Tylers?
He just couldn't picture anyone of this Tyler's stature at the campus gym.

"You photograph really well, Eric," the demon dude Tyler said. He flicked
his finger across the screen while turning the phone up to Eric's face. If
Anna's unsolicited voyeur pic of Eric (with his toga cloth wide open and
erection dripping and proudly pointing up) was worrying, these pictures
that Tyler had were despair-inducing: they started with a set of pictures
under the bar table, first with his bulging briefs on display, then with
said bulge dampening from Tyler's precum milking tickles. The pictures
continued to Eric's bikini being pulled down and his erection sticking out
with the toga fabric draped over. There was a selfie of Tyler, focused on
his forked tongue wrapping around Eric's glans. There was a short video of
Eric climaxing and rocking his hips back and forth while Tyler pumped a
finger in an out of Eric's ass. There were stealth pictures of Eric around
the club afterwards, his ass occasionally bared by passersby brushing the
toga skirt. And there were pictures of that goateed Indian engineering
student massaging his butt here in the alley—and then that same Goatee
pretty clearly burying his face between Eric's cheeks while Eric himself
arched his back in pleasure. Just how the hell had Tyler taken these
pictures? Demon, puh, he should have been dressed like Spiderman given
these insane angles and images taken without being seen.

Tyler watched Eric chew his pretty lip as the demon dude swiped his fingers
to show all of the incriminating, reputation ruining pictures. Those were
lips Tyler was looking forward to seeing his cock between.

"Why shouldn't I deck you, smash your phone, and take what you stole from
me?" Eric asked. Tyler saw the corner of his jaw clench in
frustration. Tyler traced one of his costume nails between Eric's abs and
into his belly button, and Eric flinched at the tickle.

"You have a fantastic, beautiful body, Eric." The demon cocked his head and
one eyebrow. "Bigger than me. Your little girlfriend took her nasty pinup
picture for insurance so you plow her. Well, these are my insurance. I
promise I'll only keep the anonymous ones for my collection. That selfie is
worth printing, don't you think?"

"Some promise." Now, Tyler flicked a finger against the arch under the toga
skirt that was Eric's half erect cock, and again Eric flinched, this time
from a fun sensation in his dick that made it swell just a tiny bit more.

"You have clearly been enjoying yourself tonight. New experience is the
salt of life, right? And who am I to stand in the way of someone
discovering themselves? In fact, I want to help you experience some other
new things." Eric said nothing while his hole quivered a little bit from
the recent tongue lashing it received. That blowjob Tyler had given him
under the bar table was, indeed, fantastic. If Eric was honest with
himself, it was probably better than 80% of the fellatio he had received
from the college women he had fooled around with. It was certainly the
first time a guy had pleasured him, and it seemed like some confirmation of
the jokes he had passed around with his frat brothers about gay guys being
better at handling dick.

But Eric was straight! Christ, the closest he was ever going to get to sex
with a dude was banging flat chested Anna to deal with that blackmail
picture. But...he did just earlier tonight receive that bj from this Tyler
and that rimjob from Goatee. Eric shook his head in confusion. Tyler smiled
below, the pearly teeth catching the lamplight from the main street around
the corner. He placed his phone back in the belt pouch, bringing out Eric's
briefs for a moment to reorganize his items. Tyler looked past Eric to the
main street and then at Eric's crotch.

"You'll probably want to corral that beast out there. Just a slight breeze
and--" he brushed his fingers up Eric's toga, and Eric's member swayed
freely for a moment. Instinctively, Eric snapped his hands down to his
junk. There were cars full of people driving by!

"With what?" Eric sneered. "Are you going to give me back my underwear?"
Tyler shook his head.

"Part of my insurance that I'll get what I want, so no way." He nodded at
Eric's hands, one still clutching what Eric had thought were his
briefs. "Even if those aren't your size, they will stretch." A grin lifted
the corners of Tyler's mouth while Eric's face twisted up. Eric turned his
hand over and then stretched out the panties between his hands. It looked
like it would fit...it wasn't a thong, just a very plain pair of tiny white
bikini briefs. Eric looked one more time down at Tyler to see if he was
going to negotiate at all. The diminutive demon smiled back at him. "You
can have your slutty briefs back with my promise to delete the pictures you
can be seen in, but you have to promise to come with me for an hour."

An hour? What could this little demon get up to in an hour? Eric's cock
twitched at the thought of receiving another knee buckling blowjob. Eric
was going to go along with this. And tomorrow, when his head was clear, he
would start to puzzle out how to get the upper hand with Anna, that
engineering student, and this Tyler. Eric looked back down at the demon
after thinking for a moment, and Tyler tapped his wrist where a watch would
be. Chop, chop.

"Ok, deal," Eric sighed. At least the panties seemed clean, so wearing them
for an hour (or less if Tyler was going to give him another awesome bj)
wasn't a big deal. "There will be hell to pay if you don't keep up your
end." Tyler's costume bestial contacts watched Eric don his new underwear
with appreciation. Eric wiggled his butt into the garment, which cut the
way it was let a bit of ass cheek hang bare, and then positioned his cock
and balls. Unlike his actual briefs he went into the night wearing, this
had no pouch to let his equipment dangle. Eric settled with his almost
erect member positioned pointing to his hip, barely contained by the fabric
which had stretched far enough to become rather sheer. Tyler clicked his
tongue.

"You should always wear underwear like this. Maybe cut a little more for an
endowed man rather than a gym bunny coed." The demon giggled. "You are a
perfect underwear model. And especially wear tiny briefs like this for the
gym instead of those long boxer briefs you normally wear. And never
boxers. That is a disservice." Eric wrinkled his brow. Did Tyler actually
use the same gym as him? Or was he just making an accurate guess? Tyler was
walking out into the street. "This way."

They were walking towards the prominent gay bar along this street,
Poledancers. Anna had mentioned it earlier, and Eric had recalled going
there one time with a date for a drag night. It was definitely
entertaining. Eric had enjoyed the attention he had received and all of the
drinks offered to be bought for him—he wasn't so sure that his date had
appreciated that attention paid to him. She seemed, in fact, jealous, but
what could she expect at a gay bar?

But instead of walking into there, Tyler led him past the bar front. The
two of them received some catcalls from the queens outside for a smoke or
vape. Tyler bowed, and Eric sheepishly waved, conscious for once of his
body and the bulge barely concealed by the toga skirt.

Next, Tyler led him down a set of short steps where a neon sign reading
`Gym' hung above a wide metal door. "What's this?" Eric asked. Tyler looked
up at the sign as he held an id card up to a reader by the door lock.

"It's an after-hours club."

"But it is barely midnight." Tyler looked him up and down and shook his
head.

"We can go back to Poledancers or the dance club if you like? Or we can go
in here with some privacy." Eric huffed. He was thinking that he had had
enough of exhibitionism tonight, given how each step of the evening's event
had spiraled. "That's what I thought."

The door buzzed, and Tyler hefted it open. Eric gained appreciation for
Tyler's strength when he pushed the heavy door a little wider to sidle
in. It was brighter inside where some sort of clerk sat at a desk with a
small computer. He was a skinny little young guy, probably a sophomore at
the college if he attended. He had bleached blond hair shaved at the sides
and long up top. He had lip gloss on and some eyeliner. There were towels
folded on the corner of the desk and a little basket with sandals. Eric
narrowed his eyes at another small basket with tubes like sunscreen and
little foil packets...condoms? Eric laughed inside. No way even an
after-hours club would just have condoms laid out like that. Probably
hangover pills or something.

Tyler was talking to the clerk and signing in. He slid a folded 20 towards
the clerk while looking back at Eric standing there. "Yeah, mol, big bottle
of water, and, uh, ointment," Tyler said to the clerk. The clerk smacked
his lips and looked Eric up and down, his eyes lingering on Eric's
crotch. Unlike the alley or the dance club or walking along the street
where all those places were dark enough to allow shadows, the brightness of
this entryway laid bare the prominent bulge of Eric's partial erection and
full balls now barely contained by the new underwear. The clerk was typing
at the computer and then cleared his throat with a little forced cough.

"Uh, ID?" he asked in a voice that cracked a little. Man, how young was
this twerp? He was looking at Eric, who wrinkled his brow and glanced at
Tyler at the other end of the desk. Tyler flicked his eyes down to Eric's
crotch twice and then slyly pointed at the little pouch on his own belt
that held his phone and Eric's actual underwear. Tyler mouthed the word
`pictures' and narrowed his eyes. Did Tyler want Eric to show off his
crotch to this clerk guy? The clerk sort of nervously swallowed and nodded
at Eric. Eric hoped he was interpreting this right. He brought his one hand
down to the hemline of his toga skirt and glanced at Tyler again, who he
saw nod. Well, here goes...

He lifted the skirt up in front of the clerk who sucked in a breath seeing
Eric bare himself. The clerk's eyes widened in appreciation, and he reached
a hand out. Eric's forearm twitched to reach forward to stop him in
reaction, but a slight cough and head shake from Tyler made Eric fight that
instinct. In fact, Tyler had stepped over and shouldered Eric forward,
placing the hunk's groin that much closer to the clerk, whose fingertips
were now tracing along Eric's shaft.

Tyler under the table at the start of the night's perversions had been
gentle and subtle. Anna dressed up as Thor had been forceful and brutal in
tugging his member on the dance floor. The Goateed Engineering student had
been assertive in his own way, but his tongue had been velvety rimming
him. The clerk feeling him up now was gentle in a nervous way, like this
was something new to him. The touches and tickles were pleasant, even after
the more striking stimulus of being blown and rimmed earlier.

"His balls," Tyler prompted, and the clerked blinked like he was coming out
of a trance. The blond guy scratched his fingernails under the bulge
distending the cotton at the bottom of Eric's crotch, and he gasped a
little when the sensation caused Eric's cock to twitch and spurt a dose of
precum, darkening the cotton at the tip of his member and allowing the pink
skin of his glans to show more prominently. Eric looked up at the ceiling
and breathed heavily. One hour, right? He snapped his eyes back down when
he heard that identifiable *click* of a phone camera. The clerk looked up
sheepishly at Eric's darkening face while setting down his phone.

"Sorry," he put on a weak smile, which Eric had to admit was cute in a
pathetic way. This guy was probably 120 pounds soaking wet. Eric could
literally lift him by the throat with one hand, and on another night, a
little gay boy like this perving out on him, fondling him, and then taking
a picture of his junk even in underwear would probably elicit a potent
response. Tonight, though, maybe it was the horniness, maybe it was the
desire to just have the events be done and to head home with his own
clothes again, he found the situation a tiny bit erotic and mostly like if
a cute puppy had chewed a phone charger—irritating but difficult to
remain angry. "Is it ok? I can delete it. You're just so hot. Your cock is
so hot. It only shows your junk." Before Eric could reply, Tyler answered
for him.

"It's fine. He actually enjoys showing off. Kinda his kink. We're good?"
Eric let his toga fall back in place. The clerk nodded and then added.

"I'll be on break in 45 minutes." Tyler beamed and nodded at him while the
clerk laid two 1-liter bottles of water on the desk and then reached under
the desk for a little foil packet and something that looked like a travel
size sunscreen tube.

"Grab a towel," Tyler instructed Eric. The clerk smiled at Eric and glanced
at his chest. He waved Eric ahead of him, and as Eric went into the
adjoining dim hall, Tyler lifted the back of Eric's toga so the clerk could
ogle the shapely behind under the thin layer of cotton. Eric hesitated at
the threshold while his eyes adjusted. He didn't feel or notice Tyler
exposing his bum to the smitten clerk, who proceeded to take another voyeur
pic—this time with the shutter sound muted.

Tyler patted Eric's butt and led him into the dark hallway lit with some
red-bulbed sconces. There were doors on each side of the hall, with numbers
on them like a hotel. At the door labeled `7', Tyler used his member card
to buzz in. There was a bench with a rubber covered mattress like a
doctor's office. There was a weird sort of swing with a hammock kind of
chair in the middle of the room, and there was a rolling stool by a little
curtain in the wall. Maybe it was the fuzziness in Eric's mind from all of
the stimulus and alcohol or whatever, but he was having a hard time putting
together just what sort of after hours club or gym or whatever this was.

Tyler left the door open and pointed to the middle of the room. He took a
long swig of the water bottle he was holding and gestured for Eric to do
the same. "You will want to keep drinking water. You've had a decent bit of
booze tonight. Don't want a nasty hangover tomorrow." Eric huffed. A few
vodka sodas wouldn't give him a hangover but whatever. It was never a bad
thing to hydrate. "Now, you are going to be a good boy and let me have my
hour, right?" Eric looked at Tyler between his chugs of water. He did his
best to keep his face blank and cold. The prospect of an unrelenting
blowjob without the restrictions of trying to keep face in the club was
certainly making his cock throb and his head swim, but he still was a bit
worried about what else this wicked little incubus might have in
store. "Kiss me."

Such a simple gesture, but Eric wavered. He wasn't about to get
philosophical, but a kiss seemed more...intimate somehow than having his
cock in Tyler's mouth. Tyler set the water bottle down and put his hands on
his hips. "Really? That's what you balk at?"

"I...uh..." Tyler rolled his eyes, very noticeable with the yellow of the
contacts catching the dim lights well. He pointed at the stool.

"Sit there. Close your eyes." Eric guessed that would be better. He wheeled
the stool over and sat but looked over at the door instead of closing his
eyes. Tyler followed his stare. "It stays open. Besides, there is no one
here. Too early. Just us and Ryan the clerk. He's busy with the door." Eric
traced his tongue over his teeth. Did he trust this guy? He hung his hands
at his sides and closed his eyes, angling his head up towards the
ceiling. He could hear Tyler move around a bit and then place a hand on his
shoulder. The other hand moved through his thick hair at the back of his
head and gently—firmly—grabbed that hair. It felt...good. Some of his
female conquests tried to do that, too, but their hands were decidedly
feminine and not as strong. Tyler's hands, while somewhat small, felt
definitely masculine. A new sensation, and one Eric had not realized would
actually feel so...right.

He felt the heat of Tyler's breath on his cheek, and Eric realized he must
have taken a breath mint or something as that breath smelled a little
wintergreen-y and sweet. That was courteous of him, Eric thought absurdly
of the guy who held dirty pictures of him and his underwear for ransom. Now
Tyler's lips made contact with Eric's, and it, too, was surprisingly
pleasant. There was a force behind the kiss and the lips, an assertiveness
and aggressiveness not quite falling into violence but with the electric
excitement of welcome threat of it. In his muddled mind, Eric had the brief
inchoate thought that he would actually enjoy it if Tyler had forced the
kiss from him. Small in stature but that slight size held a compact sort of
strength, Tyler likely could have forced Eric by physicality to do what the
demon wanted tonight if it came to it—after all, Eric was drunk and
maybe experiencing some sort of contact high from the packed bodies of the
club earlier.

Now, Tyler parted Eric's lips with his tongue, which swept between Eric's
teeth and danced a waltz with Eric's tongue, twisting this way and that
from side to side of Eric's mouth. There was a medicinal bitterness to
Tyler's saliva and tongue—maybe from the mint? It wasn't unpleasant
enough to make Eric recoil, just notice it. He felt a flush go from his
face to his chest and down into his junk. This was actually arousing. Eric
reached a hand up and placed it at the back of Tyler's bald head, the
bristle and buzz of the closely cropped hair under his palm. Tyler growled
in appreciation, which reverberated down into Eric's throat. Tyler now
swung a leg over Eric's lap and straddled him, the hand on Eric's shoulder
sliding down onto his chest. He tweaked one of Eric's nipples, and it was
Eric's turn to growl at Tyler. His cock was approaching full hardness, and
he was sure that even confined to his side by the unaccommodating briefs,
Tyler could feel his arousal.

They proceeded like this for a few moments, Tyler rocking back and forth
against Eric's twitching rod, pinching Eric's nipples, pulling Eric's hair,
and exploring Eric's mouth with his tongue. Despite himself, Eric was
enjoying himself. There were certainly worse ways to spend an hour and
regain some control of the night.

Tyler withdrew, and Eric was honestly disappointed but hopeful that the
next phase would be feeling that odd forked tongue somewhere else. Tyler
patted Eric on the thighs and told him to stand while the demon took off
both Eric's shoes and his own. When Eric stood and looked down, he saw that
Tyler was holding the little tube in his hand with the cap unscrewed. Tyler
gestured for Eric to turn around. "And bend over," he instructed. Eric's
hole flexed. Was he about to get a rimjob by that agile tongue of Tyler's?
He didn't want to admit it, but after the experience with Goatee, he was
eager to feel that again.

He felt Tyler flip the toga drape up onto this lower back, his
cross-dressing ass open to Tyler's manipulations now. Tyler's hands swept
across and around Eric's firm ass, gripping his cheeks, squeezing them and
lifting them to let them fall and bounce. His fingers swept under the edge
of the fabric and would allow the elastic to snap back onto Eric's skin. It
was a rare, rare thing to have one of his lady partners pay so much
attention to his ass. One of the field hockey players enjoyed biting his
ass during their romps, but that was about it.

Tyler's fingers tugged down the waist of the panties, and Eric looked over
his shoulder to the open door. Tyler gave Eric's ass cheek a small slap. "I
told you, there's no one here. Don't worry about that. Just focus on the
feelings." Eric complied and returned his look to the wall opposite
them. Tyler stripped the briefs of convenience off of Eric's bum and down
his legs, leaving them dangling around one of Eric's ankles. Tyler spread
Eric's cheeks and gave some slight, tiny flicks of his tongue against
Eric's hole—just as Eric was praying. Without even thinking about it,
Eric arched his back and pushed back towards that strong muscle in Tyler's
mouth. Tyler laughed quietly to himself. My, this `straight' stud Eric was
becoming quite the slut for men's attentions. Tyler's debauched plans were
proceeding nicely.

While his tongue only so slightly stimulated Eric's ass, Tyler prepared his
finger with the ointment he had acquired from the clerk earlier. It was
something special and definitely on the hush-hush that the after hours club
offered—a sort of concoction of Spanish Fly, Ecstasy, and Viagra that
left the receiver aroused and easily stimulated—much like what Eric had
been inadvertently dosed with earlier in the night in Meghan's drink at the
club.

Tyler brought his long tongue back into his mouth and swept the tip of his
middle finger, covered in the ointment, around Eric's hole. Eric could feel
the difference in sensation but appreciated the new sensation. It was
certainly not unwelcome. After several circuits of smearing the ointment
around and across the little pink pucker presented to him, Tyler loaded up
his finger with more of the concoction and pushed into Eric's ass. Eric
tensed, but Tyler patted his ass. "Ease up," he recommended. "Relax." Eric
grit his teeth. This was not what he had been anticipating with a rimjob,
but the tongue had been so good. Goatee tongue lashing him had been unusual
at first, too—maybe this would become nice soon, too? If it didn't, Eric
would kick Tyler away, punch him, smash his phone, and take his
briefs. Yeah, that's the plan.

Tyler's finger had slid in all the way, helped by the ointment making the
passage slick, and he flexed it, feeling for that special spot that would
drive Eric wild. Tyler was craving how it would feel to make Eric go wild
for that touch. Eric was appreciating the change in sensation. The wiggle
of Tyler's finger was odd...but not unwelcome, even nice in a way. Then,
that wiggling finger hit some spot inside him that sent an electric pulse
straight to his cock and balls. His cock flexed, somehow getting even
harder, and it thrust upward at an even more severe angle. And, of course,
with that hardening flex came a large splurt of precum fluid that actually
shot out like an orgasm had happened. In fact, Tyler wondered for a moment
if he had actually made Eric cum, as he felt Eric's ass clench around his
finger. Seeing the lack of milkiness in the fluid that he caught with his
free hand revealed the truth to him. My, wasn't Eric a fun toy with how he
splashed delicious fluids anytime he was driven wild?

With that special spot found, Tyler retreated his finger to load up with
another dose of ointment and this time combined it with a generous dab of
ointment on his other hand's palm. Tyler smiled with his planned
wickedness. Eric was about to have the longest, best hour of his sexual
life. All of the guys and queens he had texted a little earlier were going
to help Eric feel many things with his sensitized hole(s) and cock.

He returned his finger to Eric's ass, carefully and slowly tapping Eric's
prostate, and then reached between Eric's deadlift sculpted thighs,
brushing Eric's balls with his wrist, to grip his steely shaft. He slowly
pulled it down from its severe angle so he could stroke the appealing
appendage. Tyler started at the base of the shaft and squeezed. Eric
grunted and like when he was tickled by Tyler's tongue, Eric arched his
back and thrust his ass towards Tyler. The demon started short strokes at
the base of Eric's dick and began increasing the length of each stroke
until Eric's glans were now being coated with the ointment. Eric's entire
penis was being dosed with the stimulant and sensitizing stuff. Even moreso
than before, any orgasms would not result in the normal deflating of his
cock. Only when he was exhausted after hours of pleasure would that member
of his start to retreat to normal size.

Eric, of course, didn't know this. He only knew that he was feeling very
new, very pleasurable sensations. Tyler's administrations at his ass had
evolved from painful irritation to a smooth yet electric sensation that
sent shocks to his sexual parts—which now included his ass, some part of
him realized. Tyler's hand on his cock was aided by whatever goop had been
on the demon's hand and the fluids his cock kept leaking and spitting. He
was glad he had been gulping water earlier. Every sweep of Tyler's hand
ended with a twisting gesture over the tip of his cock, and that made
Eric's eyes roll back in the height of sensation. That field hockey chick
may have pleasantly left teeth marks on his ass and gulped his semen, but
she never made him feel things like this.

The slickness of the strokes started to become more friction-ful, and then
they stopped. Eric caught himself actually pout and grunt from being
upset. If his face and chest could be capable of receiving more blood from
embarrassment at the realization, they would have flushed. As it was, no
one would be able to tell. He stood up partly and looked at Tyler. "What
gives?" he asked. He hoped the eagerness he felt wasn't too apparent in his
voice. Tyler, though, could tell his work into making Eric a true
hedonistic slut, a male nympho, was successful. Eric's cock wagged with his
heartbeat, and glistening drops of precum caught the ambient light of the
room right at the tip of his dick before falling to the floor.

`Straight,' Tyler reflected, which brought a characteristic smirk to his
demonic face. "You have other things to experience," he told Eric. He
strutted to the little curtain, wheeling the stool nearby. For his part,
he, too, was aroused by his work on Eric. He had given himself little
strokes during his fellatio work on Eric under the bar table, but he had
not climaxed. He was craving some stimulus, himself, and he was gauging
when the right moment would be to either cram his cock up Eric's shapely
ass or into Eric's pretty mouth. "Come here." Eric walked over, his cock
leading, and stood by the curtain.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Hands on the wall." Tyler pointed at the handles bolted to the wall that
Eric now saw. "And spread your legs a bit." Eric complied. The handles were
at a comfortable height and seemed pretty sturdy. If Tyler was going to
continue pleasuring him like he had been, those handles were going to
receive some firm tugs from Eric climaxing. Eric even found himself smiling
as he prepared himself. His dick swayed against the curtain fabric a
bit. Maybe that was why it was there? To tickle a dick and to catch cum?

While Eric considered the curtain's purpose, Tyler started licking Eric's
thighs and parting the curtain in front of Eric. Of course, the curtain was
covering a gloryhole that passed between this room and the next, and Tyler
looked back to the hall. A couple of his older friends had arrived and were
waiting in the hallway. They were an older couple, married for something
like a decade now, and they enjoyed performing drag together on weekends at
Poledancers. They also enjoyed throwing a little spice into their lives by
playing together either at their condo or here at the after-hours
club. They had met Tyler in a more professional capacity, but they had also
discovered their shared erotic hobbies here. Tyler waved them to go into
the adjoining room after spreading Eric's cheeks for them to receive a
glimpse of his hole.

For Eric, all he noticed was Tyler giggling and loudly slurping his legs
and now cheeks. Oh, he was anticipating that forked tongue on his hole. His
mind was entirely on that and not on the fact his long hard cock wasn't
hitting the wall that should be behind the curtain as it bounced. That
member, of course, was wagging naked in the adjoining room where the two
drag queens now got on their knees, salivating to taste it. On the floor,
Tyler's phone mutely lit up with the text that the two were in position, so
he proceeded to aggressively rim Eric, even ramming his tongue into the
hole and wiggling the forks of his tongue. It was an explosion of sensation
for Eric—even without the dosing from the ointment earlier, such a rapid
forceful attack by a tongue would have been amazing to Eric. With that
unwitting chemical aid in his skin, that lashing of his tongue was
overwhelming. Eric could swear he could hear music and see some clouds of
color before his eyes. While he loved the sensation, the position he was in
and the power of Tyler pushing his mouth and tongue into Eric pushed Eric
forward. His cock and balls swung entirely into view in the next room, and
the two queens `ooo-ed' at the ripe display in front of them.

The one who was something of a parody of Marilyn Monroe planted a kiss on
the glans, leaving a spot of bright red lipstick. The other who was
something of a parody of Elvira (a parody of something of a parody?)
planted a kiss on his balls, leaving a dab of black lipstick. Eric on the
other side felt the sensations but didn't consider the gloryhole as the
source. For him, it was another facet of the stimulating hallucinations his
crazed mind was giving him. Marilyn cooed as a drop of precum appeared on
the glans and wrapped her red lips around the tip and sucked
mightily. Elvira began lapping at his scrotum with her practiced
tongue. Eric grit his teeth and pulled on the wall handles as he was being
driven up the wall by all the things happening to him.

Tyler could tell the earlier work he had done had prepped Eric for a quick
climax from the expert work of the two queens as Eric's hole was pulsing
around Tyler's tongue dipping in and swiping around his portal. He knew his
friends would enjoy that climax pumping cum at them, and he knew they would
want even more. Tyler considered the next part of his plan. Had Eric
noticed that there were straps on this handles? Or on the floor by where
his parted feet were planted? Hopefully not. Tyler carefully and slowly
wrapped the floor straps around each of Eric's ankles. He took a breath to
pause lapping at Eric's ass to look up around his well-sculpted torso,
muscles apparent from the straining tensing he was doing against the
well-anchored handles. Eric was clearly off in la-la land with the
pleasures he was feeling and had not noticed the restraints applied. The
stool was right at hand, and when Eric came, Tyler was planning to climb up
and secure his wrists to the handles up top. He probably wouldn't be able
to do so without resistance right now. Tyler gave his junk a squeeze at the
thought of the pleasant place it would soon be planted. Oh this night was
perfect. He returned to forcing his tongue at Eric's receptive hole.

The queens, meanwhile, were also being hungrily aggressive. The Marilyn was
now gulping at his cock, swiping her tongue around the glans and grunting
at each dose of precum she tasted. The Elvira was sucking his balls and
sometimes stroking the bottom of his shaft with her mouth. The frequency of
precum spurts was increasing to a constant flow, and the quivers Tyler felt
against his tongue also became more rapid. His orgasm was coming quickly,
and Eric fought against it only because everything he was feeling was so
damn nice. He wanted it go on all night. (and more or less, it would...)
Despite his herculean efforts to resist falling into the climax, it
happened. His ass clenched as Tyler fought to keep access to his hole. He
barely succeeded with his strength, but he was able to keep tonguing Eric's
hole. The queens, well-experienced as they were, could tell his orgasm was
arriving, and the Elvira grabbed his cock base with a firm grip, along with
his balls. The Elvira continued to swipe her strong tongue across his nads,
rapidly back and forth, back and forth. The Marilyn grabbed and pumped the
middle of Eric's shaft and locking her lips around the swollen head of his
dick. Her own tongue vibrated against the underside of his glans and was
rewarded with copious pumps of Eric's cum. Eric's face contorted into an
actual `oh' as his eyes crossed and he had the best orgasm of his life (so
far).

The quakes and the quivers began to subside, and Tyler climbed up the stool
and went to work quickly tying Eric's limp wrists with the leather
straps. Eric barely noticed as his head hung is post climax bliss. The
queens had swapped positions, and the Elvira was now blowing him, almost
painfully given the sensitivity of his cock-head. Eric winced and tried to
back away from the gloryhole, suddenly aware that he and his cock were not
hallucinating the sensation. The Marilyn's strong grip on his balls
prevented him from going far, and the lashes at his ankles and wrists
revealed themselves to him by their sudden resistance to his movement.

"What the hell?" he spat, but before he could say more, Tyler stuffed
something into his mouth and secured a belt to hold it in place. Eric
didn't realize it yet, but it was Tyler's jockstrap he had been wearing
under his leather skirt.

"Quiet now, boy," Tyler whispered in his ear. "You're going to enjoy
this. Still have a half hour left of MY time." The little demon bit the
back of Eric's neck and torqued his nipples for a minute. It made Eric flex
his ass muscles, which led to his cock twitching and burping up more cum
into the Elvira's waiting mouth. She cheered around Eric's lovely cock, and
the Marilyn gently tapped Eric's sore balls.

Tyler climbed down Eric's back and aligned his cock with Eric's hole. He
had lubed it a bit with actual lube and more of the drug ointment. The
rimming and fingering had loosened that hole a bit, but there was still
resistance as Tyler thrust forward.

Eric shook his head, as it was just about all he could do to resist
this. He tried to clench his bum, but that action swung his very sensitive
cock and balls further into the hands and mouths of the ravenous queens. He
yelped into the jockstrap gag in his mouth as the Elvira used her tongue
like a whirlwind of slick torture across the tip of cock that stung with
the post-climax sensation. When the hunk pulled back instinctively, Tyler's
lubed cock waited right at his primed hole. Eric's eyes went wide as he
inadvertently impaled himself on the little person's somewhat outsized
dick. Eric froze as the tip of Tyler's member popped in.

Tyler closed his eyes and shivered with both the sensation and the idea of
taking this studly specimen. He grabbed Eric's hips and slowly, smoothly
thrust his own hips forward and upward until his trimmed pubes brushed
against the deliciously firm meat of Eric's ass. Tears, meanwhile, had
gathered in the corners of Eric's eyes and started falling across his
cheeks. The salty taste of the sweat and cock juices from Tyler's jock had
seeped onto his tongue, and he bit down onto the fabric with a throaty
grunt as Tyler fully penetrated him. When Tyler began to pull out, Eric let
out a held breath, followed by a muffled gasp when Tyler thrust again.

This two part dance continued for a dozen slow iterations as Tyler withdrew
a little further and thrust a little faster as Eric's hole adjusted and
stretched to accommodate the demon's dick. Much like the finger, the
sensation transformed. While Tyler only occasionally struck his prostate,
the feelings of the little person plowing his ass while the queens in the
adjoining room plied his junk became more and more a concoction of
pleasures. Each thrust culminated in Eric reacting with a clench of those
muscles, which, of course, sent more tasty fluids to the queens'
mouths. The tears had stopped, and Eric couldn't believe it...he was
feeling that building feeling in his balls and the core of his torso now
probed by Tyler that signaled an impending orgasm.

Eric never would have predicted that his night tonight would be leading to
his ass being raped and him cumming from it. And cum he did: Tyler felt
Eric's hole clench and stay clenched. He tried mightily to angle his dong
to stroke Eric's g-spot, but it was difficult with Eric standing. Every
fourth stroke seemed to hit it, but that was enough. The queens noticed the
drawing up of his balls and the deepening milkiness of his seminal fluids,
and Eric's cock began gushing with powerful spurts into Elvira's eager
throat. Eric sagged against his restraints as his energy gave out with the
hallucination-inducing orgasm.

For himself, Tyler clenched. He didn't want to cum yet as he knew his own
refractory period wouldn't be enhanced by drugs. He wanted to feed Eric his
semen, and he wanted to see it happen. Sure, depositing a load in this
underwear model looking hunk would be glorious, but the image of this
pretty boy swallowing him and his load would last a lifetime. He wanted
that more than anything. He would gladly give up his perverted underwear
trophy to have that experience, that earlier promise to Eric about his
bikini briefs entirely in his plan to break.

He gave one more mighty thrust into Eric, trying to punch his prostate and
missing, and he bit Eric's side as he pulled out. He sent a quick text to
the queens who came around the hallway and helped the little person untie
Eric and ease him down onto the padded bench. Eric was in a daze and could
only partly hold himself up. His cock still hummed in its erected state,
and Tyler couldn't help but give it a tweak while they positioned him on
the bench.

One of the queens asked if Eric was ok, and Tyler assured the two of them
that he was fine, that he was a pro with this sort of thing. Tyler climbed
up towards Eric's upper body while the queens played rock paper scissors to
decide who was going to plow Eric's ass and who was to ride his dick.

Eric's eyes began to focus again, him starting to feel restrained again
with weight on his chest and shoulders. He looked to see the demonic image
of Tyler kneeling on his shoulders, his leather skirt tenting just before
him. Tyler bent down and kissed him again, his forked tongue diving deep,
reaching towards the back of his throat. Eric gagged a bit. As he coughed,
Tyler cradled that beautiful face between his hands and brought his face
under his skirt. Eric could only smell a salty mustiness of sweat and
crotch under the skirt, could only feel soft, fiery hot skin against his
lips and cheek.

"Lick," Tyler commanded, hunched over so the words could be heard. In his
pliant, orgasm tortured state, Eric gave no resistance and stuck out his
tongue. Tyler sighed in pleasure to feel the tentative wet touch and rocked
his hips around so that the tongue was now aimed at his ass. Then, he
pushed his ass down onto Eric's face, while Eric's tongue wagged. Certainly
not an expert eating, Tyler reflected, but knowing who was the source made
up for it.

Below the queens were double teaming Eric's ass and dick. Each set of
thrusts and pushes that brought another orgasm that much closer made Eric's
head and tongue twitch, to Tyler's enjoyment.

Then, Tyler changed his position a bit to allow Eric to breathe and placed
his cock on his lips, slapping it. Before Eric could clench his mouth shut
or nip that dong, Tyler thrust deeply. Eric gagged and new tears welled
up. Tyler held his head in place under the skirt. After a few seconds of
Tyler letting Eric swallow his spit and breathe freely (well, as freely as
a cock still partly in his mouth would allow), Tyler would thrust back in
to feel the back of Eric's throat. This continued a dozen times, and then
Tyler whipped away the leather skirt, having unbuttoned the side. He
whooped and cheered at the sight, Eric's beautiful blue eyes looking up at
him, venomed. Eric's beautiful full lips wrapped around the shaft of his
cock as Tyler thrust past that virgin tongue. The sight made him clench
muscles, and Eric was greeted with a splash of seminal fluids across his
tongue. Even amidst the humiliation of having no control over his mouth and
his ass being taken again and his dick being ridden by some guy old enough
to be his dad, Tyler's precum tasted...nice. In other circumstances, that
may be a revelation. Currently, it was just a thought that was lost among
all of the powerful emotions and sensations that were overwhelming Eric, a
thought to re-emerge in wet dreams and masturbation fantasies down the
line.

Tyler started thrusting more quickly, and he grabbed Eric's head and rocked
it back and forth. His orgasm was happening, and he made a point of his
first gush of cum arriving with the tip of his cock on Eric's
tongue. Eric's eyes went wide with the sudden arrival of the semen and
taste of it, and before Eric could try to push it out, Tyler rammed his
cock back deep into his unwilling mouth for the next gushes. One, two,
three gushes Tyler pumped into Eric's throat, and then he began to pull
out. As much as he enjoyed dishing out post-orgasm tortures, Tyler could
barely stand the bottom of his cock being stimulated as he came down from a
cum. One, two, three weaker gushes as his cock dragged past Eric's tongue.

Salty semen tickled the back of Eric's throat as he fought mightily not to
swallow in reaction. He let the little demon's cum sit in his mouth and mix
with the flowing saliva his mouth unhelpfully supplied, planning to spit it
out, maybe right at Tyler's face, the little asshole. Eric may not have had
all of his senses and all of his mind presently, and he may have been
having some of the best orgasms of his life, but the reptile brain still
functioning inside cataloged this little person as an object of hate.

Right as his tip left Eric's lips, Tyler grabbed his face by the jaw and
pinched his nose shut. "No spitting," Tyler warned. He positioned himself
to lay down across Eric and licked Eric's face. "Swallow all of that
cum. It's good for you. It will make you feel good." Tyler's cock was still
leaking semen, which was pooling between Eric's pecs. Eric tried to hold it
off, but his animal instincts were more powerful. He swallowed it all, the
experience of it, the salty taste becoming linked with the potent and
pleasurable sensations the queens were causing on his lower half.

Satisfied that Eric had listened and done as told, Tyler stood up and
hopped off the bench. Eric reached for the demon, but before he could grab
him, the queens drew out a back-arching, muscle spasming orgasm from
him. As amazing and mind melting as it was to have so many occur so rapidly
(far more than any night Eric had experienced in his life), it really was
becoming something of a torture. Almost a seizure of pleasure.


The hour of access Tyler had negotiated with Eric was certainly over, but
the orgasm-wracked stud had little concept of the time flying by. The hours
of the late night went by in a blur for Eric, and then his awareness
crystalized into clarity. The windowless sex den of the after-hours club
gave no indication that the sky was now glowing with the first fingers of
morning reaching up from the eastern horizon.

Eric swung a little in the sex swing in the middle of the room and chewed
the tip of his thumb, piecing together images and memories of the night. He
remembered the drag queens and that wicked little demon Tyler. He
remembered other guys coming into the room with Tyler directing them and
watching. He could swear that giant linebacker had been there, and he
remembered having his arms wrapped around the giant man's neck sitting on
that fellow's lap as that huge man's curved cock pummeled his
prostate. Just how many times had he ended up cumming this past night?

He remembered cumming down the throats of several mouths. He winced at the
ache in his pecs from his nipples being twisted as many pairs of hands
massaged his balls and cock and milked the cum out. He remembered the cum
arcing up between he and the linebacker's chests while his g-spot was
stroked.

His toga was in one corner of the room, and he starting putting together
his dirty costume. His sandals were by the gloryhole—just how had he not
recognized that curtain as belonging to a gloryhole in his sexpit? He
cringed as he put on the sandals and felt his toes squish into gooey
cum. He used a towel hanging off one of the handles to wipe it off, and he
spied his belt over by the bench. His ID and some cash were still in the
zipper compartment. His apartment key wasn't in there, though, but he knew
that his spare key was in its secret spot in the apartment building
hallway. His spray-painted laurels had ended up snapped into two pieces,
and he tossed those bits into the trash by the door. And of course, there
was no sign of his underwear. He assumed that Tyler had kept the bikini
briefs whenever he had left the after-hours club.

Eric did his best to make the toga skirt longer, but in the approaching
light of day, any little breeze would expose him. He was very thankful,
though, that his stubborn boner had finally given up. His penis dangled
free with his balls just above the hemline of the toga. Maybe if he stuck
to side streets and hurried, he could be home before anyone saw him?

A soft cough at the doorway drew Eric's attention, and he looked up to see
the desk clerk knock gently at the doorway. "Hey," the skinny blond
said. Eric barely looked him in the eye, well aware of the crusty remnants
of the many orgasms on his chest and face and legs.

"Hey."

"My shift is over. The morning guy is here. You want...uh...company walking
home?" Eric found himself welcoming the gentle, soft voice the effeminate
young guy had. It made him think of a fairly pleasant memory in the middle
of the hellish night of sexual extremes. Eric nodded, and his voice caught
in his throat.

"That would be nice. Yeah, let's go." The desk clerk Ryan looked at Eric's
thighs and the sway of his junk under the toga. He cleared his throat and
pulled something out of his little backpack and he came forward to hand it
to Eric. Eric looked at his hand to see his special occasion bikini briefs
in his hand.

"How did you...?" Ryan shrugged and gave a nervous laugh.

"Tyler gave them to me when he was leaving." Eric held them up and cocked
his eyebrow at Ryan.

"Were you going to keep these?" Eric could see Ryan blush.

"Well..."

"You perv!" Ryan held up his hands and backed away.

"Look, I'll leave. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Eric felt his heart get sore at
the pathetic gesture, and he jumped forward to stop the young guy from
retreating away. It was him who was the center of the best part of the
night, and Eric would be damned if he let that skinny twerp think he was
awful. He wrapped his muscled arms quickly around the surprised clerk who
now blushed even deeper.

"I was kidding," Eric breathed into Ryan's fluffy hair. "Kidding, kidding,
kidding." Ryan, for his part, let himself melt a bit into the
embrace. Eric's body, barely covered by the toga, felt so warm and so
inviting in its firm softness.

That special moment...a vignette of gentleness between the rough encounters
of Tyler's acquaintances milking Eric last night, Eric recalled the room
being empty but for himself while Tyler and the queens went for a vape
break. Ryan let himself in since he finally had his break, delayed by the
influx of guests. Eric was dozing in the swing, and Ryan helped himself to
a kiss on the draped, dozing form of Eric. Almost like a homoerotic
fairytale with a sleeping prince. Eric looked mesmerizing to Ryan, the toga
was still around his body, even while his proud cock thrust upward still
and wagged with his resting heartbeat. Ryan dared to touch it, to run his
fingertips around the flared crown of the glans, and to smear the resulting
little drip of cum that emerged from the tip. He tasted it and loved it the
same way he loved seeing that same cock and balls scarcely hidden by the
panties he saw earlier.

He climbed onto the swing, and his gentle kisses on Eric's face, neck, and
chest roused the delirious stud. Ryan's effeminate young face drew a smile
from Eric as it reminded him of the tender times he had had regular
girlfriends (memories and lifestyles from years ago for Eric). Eric held
Ryan with tender force, and the two of them made out. Ryan held Eric's cock
with both hands and whispered up to Eric from his chest, "I don't think I
could take this..." He looked to the hallway, which was still empty while
they shared their moment. "I have never...well..." Ryan was embarrassed to
admit it, given his job in proximity to such regular debauchery, and he was
embarrassed to admit it to someone he was so enamored with and so eager to
please. "I still have a gag reflex..." A plan became somewhat coherent in
Eric's frenzied mind, and he was set on making Ryan feel good. Plus, the
idea of yet another orgasm was not exactly appealing for Eric at the
moment.

The strong Eric grabbed Ryan at the waist and lifted him up easily. He
really was as light as Eric had assumed earlier. It was like the times he
had shacked up with tiny petite freshman girls. They were easy to pick up
and throw around, and they seemed to delight in Eric showing off his
strength. As Eric yanked down Ryan's skinny jeans to gain access for his
planned treat for the twink, Ryan squeaked in surprise. His ass, Eric
surveyed, was this tasty little firm thing. Small but not flat. Shapely in
a sort of understated way. Ryan could sit on Eric's hands, and those hands
would grip the cheeks perfectly. Just enough meat to squeeze.

Eric tossed Ryan's jeans to the side, and Ryan perched awkwardly over Eric
in the swing. The events of the night so far had certainly activating
something in Eric, as he found the view quite appealing. He licked his lips
in anticipation of being in control again for a few minutes. Ryan was
wearing tiny booty shorts under his sknny jeans, his underwear cut like the
sort of gym shorts or boy short panties Eric had found on some coeds. The
baby blue gauzy fabric clad Ryan's tasty buttocks and framed his swelling
junk in a very pleasing way, and Eric pulled Ryan down onto his face.

"Oh," Ryan squeaked again, and Eric yanked the tight trunks down so his
tongue could dive into Ryan's ass. Adapting what he had felt and he had
seen done to him through the night, Eric tried each and every tongue trick
he now knew. Ryan cooed and sighed and kept saying Eric's name in a husky
voice. Eric loved hearing his name said in appreciation like this, and he
reached his powerful hands around Ryan's ass to play with his dick and
nads. He started with gentle slow strokes and pulls on Ryan's penis while
flexing his fingers under Ryan's balls. Within a short time, Ryan was
warning Eric that he was getting close to cumming, and Eric found himself
driven to something he never thought he would seek to do: he picked Ryan up
from the hips again, turned the twink around, and started sucking on Ryan's
cock with as much force as he could muster while his hands clamped on
Ryan's hips.

The young Ryan had never yet been blown like that before after being
rimmed, and Eric drew out of him a climax that made his legs spasm as Eric
swallowed his cum. Ryan had also scratched Eric's chest and drew a little
blood—to Ryan's embarrasment. But Eric had held him to his chest for a
few minutes before Ryan had to return to the desk after his break, his cock
still leaking into his soft gauzy boy shorts.


The two of them walked the couple of blocks to Eric's apartment, Eric
finally wearing his briefs again. The surplus panties he had worn into the
after-hours club having disappeared. (At least for him. Little did he know
that Ryan wasn't entirely forthright and had swiped them when he went back
from his break, making sure that some of Eric's cum had been gathered with
them.) Eric bid him a good morning after another embrace and little kiss on
his forehead that had left Ryan blushing deeply again. They promised to
meet up later in the weekend to workout at the campus gym.

As Eric rounded the corner of his apartment hallway, he say a blue piece of
paper taped to his door. He looked at the note and groaned at this final
humiliation: "We took the liberty of making-over your under-wardrobe. Long
shorts just aren't right for such a nice set of cock-and-balls and ass, so
we got rid of them for you and replaced them with more appropriate
choices. Enjoy!" Inside, Eric went to the little closet at the corner of
his efficiency apartment. He opened the top drawer of his dresser. All of
the boxer briefs and compression shorts were gone. In their place were all
manner of flamboyant, garish pieces: tiny bikini briefs like his special
occasion pair currently cupping his equipment, slinky thongs, and wild
jockstraps.