Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2024 20:40:12 +0000
From: peter <psorenson9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Detour Into Depravity - Chapter 6

Previously: As Pete Ubers home Sunday from another intense weekend of
living out his slut fantasy, he is forced to ponder what the hell is going
on with him.  He's discovered his subservient side; something he'd
apparently wanted to try but, for whatever reason, hadn't.  As much as he's
enjoying it, he doesn't know whether it's a temporary detour, or if it'll
stick.  But one thing he knows for sure, if Charles or Jack (or even Chris
or Marco, for that matter), invite him to join them for more of the same,
he'll jump at the chance.

"Detour Into Depravity" isn't my first story for Nifty, but it's my most
personal.  It's somewhat autobiographical in that the story's main
character, Pete, is essentially me.  His background, feelings and emotions
are mine.  Some (ok, most) of the sex is fantasy, but like any good
fantasy, I'd make it happen if I could.

Please email me your thoughts as you read this.  It helps to hear what
turns you on and seems realistic, and what...not so
much... psorenson9@hotmail.com

And like aways, make sure you contribute to Nifty to keep all these great
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Chapter 6

The previous Saturday night I spent with Jack and his two fuckbuddies,
Chris and Marco, was memorable, to say the least.  I had allowed myself to
be used like the slut I was becoming, but by the same token, amazed them
with my endurance and capacity to take their aggressive cocks.  None of
them had witnessed anyone with the ability to take Chris's 10+ inches like
I had.  And while this earned me serious street cred, I was still just a
piece of meat to them.

And that was just fine.  I found the pleasure I derived from being their
fucktoy inexplicably appealing.  I couldn't understand it, much less
explain it.  I was entering the next chapter of my life, I had no
expectations to live up to, so I thought `just roll with it.  No one is
judging you.'

When I left them Sunday morning, there was no discussion of what might be
next and I had a lot to think about.  Consistent with how Jack had treated
me throughout this "relationship", all I got was a nonchalant goodbye with
no gratitude or expressed desire to see me again.  And like everything
else, that was just fine with me.  If they wanted to fuck around again,
fine.  If not, fine too.  The only exception to that was Jack's career
counseling which I was committed to bring to completion.  I had promised
him I'd circulate his new resume to key people in the industry, and that
he'd follow up from there.  All I'd need to do is email it out to a few
colleagues and cc him.  The rest was in his court.

I spent the following week like my previous newly retired weeks...intense
CrossFit, occasional board meetings or networking engagements, sending out
Jack's resume as promised, and lots of deep thoughts about what I was
becoming.  I should have been alarmed, even disgusted at what I was
allowing to happen to me.  It was like I was becoming addicted to being
degraded.  But unlike drug addiction, there was little real downside to my
recent diversion.  I enjoyed it, wasn't hurting myself or anyone else, so
who the fuck cared?

The week wore on with no word from Charles or Jack until a text arrived
Friday morning. I couldn't help thinking that if they wanted to see me this
weekend, they were fucking with me by waiting until Friday to reach out.
But I eagerly opened it secretly hoping they wanted to see me again.
(`What a little slut', I thought to myself).

This time it was a text from Jack:

	"Pete, hope you had a good week.  Charles still out of town on his
emergency case, but I was wondering if you wanted to spend the day by the
pool on Saturday.  The condo pool here is awesome and the weather's
supposed to be great.  Hope you can make it.  P.S. We have a thank you gift
for your help with my career.  You can use it Saturday at the pool if you
come. I think you'll like it."

Like before, of course I wanted to join him, but I didn't want to appear
too eager.  So I waited until late afternoon Friday to reply:

"Jack, thanks for the invitation. Sorry to hear about Charles but a day by
the pool sounds lovely.  Let's use the time to catch up on the contacts
you've made too.  I sent out your resume.  Looking forward to getting
caught up on your progress.  What time Saturday?"

A terse response:

	"1 o'clock.  And you better not have touched yourself this week."

Good thing I hadn't.  And it was getting more difficult to keep my hands
off myself, not easier.  That message alone made me hard because it clearly
implied more debauchery.  What had I gotten myself into?  I didn't know;
all I knew was that at this moment I had an astonishing rush of adrenaline
coursing through my body.  His domineering tone made my cock twitch...and
drip.  If this 20-something is ordering me not to touch myself so he can
fuck my brains out tomorrow, so be it.

I knew Charles's condo was in a gay friendly area near downtown so I
naturally assumed the pool would likely be gay friendly as well.  The big
question was, do I wear one of my sexier Speedos, less revealing trunks or
even board shorts?  I had the afternoon and morning to think about it but
couldn't make up my mind.  Of course, I'd prefer the Speedos, but in my
current state of ongoing cum-denial, I was afraid I'd spring an erection
that would be impossible to hide.  A more traditional pair of trunks seemed
to be the right choice.  Still sexy, but easier to hide whatever pops up.

In the end, I packed a bag with three alternatives.  Dad-like board shorts
(just in case), a relatively safe pair of square cut trunks, and my
preferred Speedo.  This way I was covered, so to speak.

I arrived at Jack's place a few minutes after 1 and was buzzed in, much
like previous visits.  This time he was alone, wearing a low-cut
Speedo-like bikini, which pretty much answered my question, along with an
unbuttoned flowing Hawaiian-style shirt.  He warmly welcomed me and
suggested we spend a few minutes going over the responses he'd received
from my outreach.  He said suggestively, "Let's get that behind us so we
can really enjoy the action at the pool."  I couldn't have agreed more.

We once again retired to Charles's office and got to work.  It was quick
and easy this time as he had already received several responses and I could
give him color on what each was looking for, and what the watchouts were.
I think we were both eager to get down to the pool, so we were especially
efficient.

When we were done, I picked up my bag and asked where I should change into
my swimsuit.  "Oh, I almost forgot" Jack said.  "Charles and I wanted to
express our thanks to you for all your help.  Charles picked this out
himself, especially for you, when he heard we were spending the day by the
pool."  With that, he handed me a small Aronik gift box to open.  Aronik is
the brand of jock strap I wore the other day.  They make the sexiest styles
of underwear, jockstraps, and yes, swimwear.  I had a feeling where this
was going.

I opened the box, pulled back the tissue to reveal an obviously expensive,
and extremely tiny white bikini with gold stitching.  In fact, I'd seen
this style before on their website and it had made me wonder if I could
ever pull off something this revealing.  It was just two small triangles of
fabric, front and back, connected at the sides by two gold(ish) rings.
"Wow", I uttered, not knowing to express gratitude or mild protest.  "This
is a beautiful suit, but are you sure it'll fit me?"  I asked.

"Oh, it'll fit.  In fact, you'll be the hit of the pool today.  Charles
expressly told me he wanted you to wear this today and would be
disappointed if you didn't. Get changed.  Now", he said as he turned and
left the room.

`Damn' I thought to myself.  Just holding this in front of me made me hard.
There's no way I was going to be able to squeeze my chubbed up cock into
it.  And once I did, the sexy feeling of wearing it would make me even
harder.  `Relax!' I kept thinking to myself.  Take some deep breaths.  Just
get down to the pool and you can discreetly cover up with a towel.'

"What's taking so long?" shouted Jack from the other room. "Let's get
going."

I quickly stripped off my shorts and underwear and pulled on the exotic
white bikini.  It felt sexy...so sexy, in fact, the inevitable happened.
The front of the suit immediately expanded, like a balloon being blown up.
I literally hit at my crotch to get it to calm down, but that seemed to
make it worse.

Just then, Jack flung open the door demanding to know what the holdup was.
Before he could bark at me, he looked at my embarrassed face, then down to
my crotch and smiled.  "Uh oh," he sneered, `somebody really likes their
new swimsuit."

"Just give me a minute Jack, to get....adjusted", I begged.  "I just need
to get used to it."

"Nope, Charles told me to snap a pic the minute you tried it on".  He
quickly held up his phone and snapped a couple pics, "I'll get more later
when you're wet...when there's more to see.  He told me to get LOTS of
pictures of you in it", he sneered.  "Now, let's go."  And he turned again
and walked off.

I followed him out of the room where he threw me a blessedly large beach
towel and told me to grab the cooler.  I was more than happy to carry
anything that might cover me up.  We took the elevator to the pool floor
where there were several people sunning poolside, with two empty lounges,
right in the center of the action.  Jack walked directly to them, "Here we
go Pete.  You'll be the center of attention.  And deservedly so.  Your
ripped body and that suit is going to attract A LOT of attention," he
remarked.  "In fact, I kinda think you like the spotlight, don't you, you
sexy daddy?"

He was 100% spot on.  I fucking loved knowing that every set of eyeballs at
the pool, women, gay men, and probably even straight men were leering at
me.  But again, I was at a loss for words and could only eek out the
response Jack had come to expect from me, "Yes, sir."

And then, once more lowering his voice, "Good boy, Pete.  Good boy."

In any other lifetime, that humiliating exchange would simply not have
occurred.  But with me in my revealing new bikini, and countless pairs of
hungry eyes sizing me up, I fucking loved it.  I loved being a bitch.
Jack's bitch.  And I didn't care who knew.

I carefully assessed the pool deck and confirmed that it was, as expected,
gay friendly.  I'd guess at least half of the sunbathers were guys, of all
ages in pairs and groups.  After breathing a sigh of relief, (and hopefully
allowing my cock to deflate a bit), Jack and I casually draped our lounge
chairs with our towels, set up our cooler and got comfortable.  Once I'd
calmed down a bit, I have to admit I rather liked showing off my body, no
matter how revealing the suit was.  I didn't select it, so I didn't feel
responsible for it.  It was forced on me so I was going to make the best of
it.  And Jack looked fucking hot himself, so the two of us, I dare say,
were the two hottest guys at the pool.

We put on some sunscreen and each opened a cold hard seltzer which went
straight to my head.  I'd only been out in the sun for about 20 minutes and
I was getting a nice buzz from the seltzer and the stares.  This wasn't so
bad after all.  After a little while and another seltzer, I brazenly stood
up, stretched for everyone to see, and said to Jack, I'm going for swim.  I
sauntered, and I mean sauntered down to the end of the pool, putting on a
show for everyone, and dove in.  I was an ok swimmer...at least I could do
laps and the underwater turnaround at the end of the pool, and I know I was
being watched.  After a few laps, I swam to the ladder and seductively
climbed out of the pool to find a pair of sexy men staring at me while I
shook the water off my body, like one of those men's fragrance commercials
you see at the holidays.  The now transparently white bikini clung to my
package like a wet paper toweI accentuating and exaggerating my protruding
bulge; it was more revealing than if I were nude.  I knew this and frankly
loved it, so I spent more time than I needed sliding the water off my arms,
legs and torso with my hands.  At the conclusion of my show for the two
staring studs, I sauntered back to my lounge chair and laid down on my
back, spread my legs wide open to expose my growing bulge, and opened
another seltzer.

"Well, somebody's a slutty little showoff", Jack smiled at me.

"When in Rome....sir" I replied.  "I'm just showing off for you. Everyone
here envies you...because of me."

"You're right," he replied.

I tried to doze while Jack scrolled on his phone.  He suddenly started
giggling and said, "Well sexy daddy, looks like your new bikini is working
its magic.  I just got a message on grindr from the couple--don't look
now--over your left shoulder.  They live here and want to know if we're
interested".

"Do you know them?"  I asked before checking them out.  "Is this part of
your plan for today?" I asked with a smile.  At that point I casually
turned my head to check them out and realized it was the pair I had just
put on a show for.  They were sexy, totally in-shape guys, both in
Speedos. And they were nearly as hot as Jack and me.

"Damn, they move fast.  What are they into?", I asked.

"Doesn't matter to you, slut", Jack responded.  "You'll do what they and I
want you to.  I thought you understood that by now."

I lowered my head and quietly responded, "Yes, sir."  What I'll never be
able to explain was why his humiliation went straight to my cock and made
it rock hard.  Jack noticed almost instantly, and in his most cocky voice
gave me an order: "Walk over there now and invite them to bring their
chairs over and join us."  Anticipating my hesitation, he spoke as loud as
he could without making a scene: "Now!  And don't wrap a towel around your
waist.  I want them to see what they're signing up for."

I decided I could awkwardly walk over to them, or I could repeat the
fragrance commercial show I had put on for them.  I chose the latter.  I
dove into the pull, swam its length, and when I reached the ladder that was
right in front of their lounges, I even more slowly and sexily than before
climbed out of the pool and stood at the foot of their chairs.  My tiny
white swim suit was most certainly transparent having just emerged for the
water and my cock was now so long the tip was beginning to peek out from
the bikini's very low waistline.  It was as swollen as it had ever been and
filled the space all the way over to my hip. They both had a frozen smile
on their face as I stood at the foot of their lounges displaying my obscene
erection. Without introducing myself, I turned and pointed to Jack saying,
"Jack would like you to pull your chairs over to ours so we could get to
know you better.  He'd like you to join us."  I intentionally phrased it so
they knew Jack was in charge.  I was simply the messenger.

"It sure looks like you're happy to see us, so how could we refuse?," the
one on the left smirked and winked. I took the bait and suggestively rubbed
my crotch looking him straight in the eye.  "Great, let's head over," I
indicated.

I offered to carry some of their pool paraphernalia so they could more
easily carry the lounge chairs over to us.  The entire pool was watching
this take place, and there was no question what was occurring.  The older
daddy in the tiny white Speedo with the obscene erection had invited the
two hot guys from the other side of the pool to join him and his boyfriend.
There was no question we were being watched...and envied.

Our two new friends made their way over and introduced themselves.  The
first, Steve, was slightly older, maybe mid-40s with blond hair and a porn
star mustache.  He was beautifully tan and wore a bright yellow Speedo that
perfectly accentuated his package.  He had a bit of chest hair that, like
the porn star he was emulating, trailed down his stomach and disappeared
under that yellow swim suit.  He had toned muscles, but not beefy, and a
wonderfully V-shaped torso.  The younger guy was shorter, more muscular,
and hairier; in fact, he reminded me a little of Marco from the previous
weekend.  His name was Oliver and he was well on his way to becoming a sexy
daddy bear.  He had thick, curly brown hair and his chest, stomach and arms
were covered in the same.  I could only imagine the thick bush and cock
that were nested in his swim suit.

Jack immediately made it clear who was in charge when he barked at me,
"Offer our friends a hard seltzer, daddy."  The tone made it clear, without
being a dick, that he was the alpha and I was...not.  But once again, it
not only didn't bother me, I wanted the two new guys to see me in that
light... a compliant slut hoping they'd want to use me as well.

I happily cracked one for each of them and opened another two for Jack and
me.  I had built up quite a buzz now, so I suspect that led to my
uncharacteristic openness with them.

"Jack says he just met you on grindr.  That's cool; what are you guys
looking for?" I boldly asked.

I saw Jack's head pop up.  Was he merely surprised, or was he disapproving?
It wasn't like me to be so bold, but between the sexy bathing suit I was
wearing (still wet and showcasing my package), the drinks, and being
ordered to invite the two strangers to join us, I was emboldened unlike
anything I'd ever experienced.  I honestly don't know what got into me, but
I was ripped, horny, on display for all to see, and a little drunk.  I had
long ago surrendered my dignity.  I had nothing to lose.

"Pretty versatile", Steve answered. "You guys?"

Jack answered quickly, making sure he preempted me, "Pete here is our
little daddy slut.  Charles and I found him a few weeks ago decided to keep
him.  He's got a great mouth, and even better hole, and we never wear him
out.  And best of all, he rarely cums.  We keep him on edge constantly so
he's always horny as shit."  Jack then turned to me, pointing directly at
my hard cock enhanced by the wet white bikini and asked, "That right,
Pete?"

I contemplated how to answer that but thought the best response was the
simple one, "Yes, sir", I replied.  But I one-upped him by grabbing my
cock, which was filling nearly the entirety of my bikini, and again
squeezing it gently.

"Wow, Is this a dom/sub thing like you see in porn?" Oliver asked
hopefully.

I was as curious to hear Jack's answer as Steve and Oliver were.

"Charles and I don't like labels," Jack replied. "Pete's helping me with my
career, and Charles and I are repaying him with the best sex of his life,
isn't that right, daddy Pete?"

Still buzzing from the wine, I thought, what do I have to lose.  Jack and I
hadn't talked once about this "arrangement".  Now was as good a time as
any.  I didn't know what I'd say but the words just naturally poured out of
my mouth...

"Yes, sir.  Charles and Jack have taken me under their wing and shown me
the unexpected pleasure of being..." I hesitated, and then finally spit it
out, "...submissive.  I take a great deal of pleasure from giving them,
and...", pausing to look at Steve and Oliver, "...their friends, whatever
they demand from me."  But I didn't stop there, I wasn't a total slut; I
wanted some credit for my efforts, so I continued, "And I take great pride
from giving them sexual experiences they probably never would've
experienced if not for me". `Take that!' I thought, `I may be a slut but
I'm having every bit as much fun as you guys are'.  I felt desperate to
explain more, if only for my own self-esteem, but my newly submissive role
didn't allow me to.  They weren't interested in my feelings.  They were
interested in one thing: using me to get them off and reveling in my
humiliation. I understood this, accepted it, and actually kinda liked it.

Steve and Oliver listened with rapt attention; I don't think they believed
what they were hearing.  Looking at Jack, Steve said, "You mean you have
this ripped daddy serving you and your real daddy?"  And without giving
Jack an opportunity to answer, he turned his head to me and asked, "Dammit
man, how the hell did you get so ripped?  I like older guys and I've had my
share of them, but I've never seen anyone as built as you.  Oliver, look at
those pecs, those shoulders, those abs.  That...bulge.  Do you know how
much fun we can have with that?"

Once again, I had become nothing but a piece of meat, and I fucking loved
it.

I took this opportunity to stand up and proudly display my still hard cock
and walk over to the cooler to open myself another seltzer.  I brazenly
stood in front of the three of them, not to mention the entire pool deck,
proudly displaying my physique with emphasis on my bulging equipment.  I
could feel the pairs of eyes concentrating on my cock.  I wanted full
credit for all the great sex I'm about to give these guys.  The alcohol was
emboldening me and I had these three studs salivating over me. I wasn't
going to miss the moment.

Looking to emphasize my humiliation, Jack said, "Pete, why don't you turn
around so our new friends can get a good look at your ass.  That's where
the action is."  Knowing the eyes of many of the pool-goers were on us, I
had to find a reason to turn around so it wasn't so completely obvious I
was being inspected.  I pretended to look for something that may have been
behind me, turned around, and stood there for several seconds.  "Damn,"
said Steve.  "You're right.  That ass is fucking perfect.  I wonder how
many squats he had to do to get those glutes.  This is going to feel sooooo
good up there."  I was facing away from him so I couldn't tell what he was
pointing to when he said "this", but I had a pretty good idea.

"Jesus", Steve then added suddenly quietly, "I don't know how much longer I
can hold out.  Jack, your boy here has my cock dripping.  I'm ready for
some fun."

"Great minds think alike", Jack spoke up.  "I suggest we head up to our
place and see what kind of trouble we can get in.  Ready, gentlemen?"

As I was turning back around, Jack pointed at my obscene erection and
added, "I think Pete here has been ready since he put on his new swimming
suit.  Did I mention Charles bought it for him?  Thought it would bring out
his...assets.  We're in 702.  But just come on up now; no need to stop at
your place first."

And looking at me, he added, "Pete, bring the stuff and let's get going."

Back in my sub role, I simply replied, "Of course, sir", and picked up more
than my fair share of towels, etc., and followed the three of them into the
building.

As we rode up the elevator, I began to speculate about Steve's v. Oliver's
roles.  Steve had been the alpha during the poolside chatter; Oliver, in
comparison, was quieter and was almost giddy when he learned I was
Charles's and Jack's sub.  That led me to believe that Steve (with the porn
star mustache and the yellow bikini) was also the dom, so to speak, and
Oliver more the sub, if that relationship existed at all.

I got my answer quickly.  Nearly immediately after closing the condo door
behind us and Oliver and I putting down the pool paraphernalia, Steve
turned to Jack and said, "Well Jack, look what we have here.....two
handsome sluts eagerly awaiting their masters' orders", and then turning to
Oliver and me, "Isn't that right boys?"

Oliver and I exchange surprised glances and gave the only answer possible,
"Yes, sir", we answered in unison.  `This should be interesting' I thought
to myself....'Sharing the slut stage with another of my kind.'

"Good boys," Steve added.  "So let's get started".  Steve walked over to
the couch, rather flamboyantly stripped off his Speedo, sat down with his
legs spread and motioned for Jack to join him.  "Get to work Pete", he
ordered, pointing at his rapidly hardening cock.  "Ollie, you get going on
Jack, and make me proud!", he barked.

It was now clear that Steve and "Ollie" were a dedicated dom/sub couple.
Maybe I could learn a few things from them if I wanted to make a go of
this.

I dropped to my knees in full sub mode and started to lick Steve's balls,
taint, shaft and tenderly kissed his inner thighs and around his cock.  I
wanted to get him good and hot before my real work started.  "Oh Jack, your
boy knows what he's doing," groaned Steve.

By this time, Jack had stripped off his Speedo and Oliver was nestled
between his legs, already swallowing Jack's thickening dick.  Thinking I
should probably keep up with Oliver, who was clearly more experienced at
subbing than I, I stepped it up and took Steve's entire cock in my mouth,
straight down to my throat in one gulp.  "Arrrggghhh," yelped Steve.
"Jesus Pete, take it easy or I'll shoot any minute", which I took as a
compliment.  "Yes, sir," I replied and glanced up to Jack who gave me a
subtle wink.  I was making my master proud.

Our side-by-side blow jobs continued for at least 20 minutes, in which
Oliver and I would take turns brining our masters nearly to climax.  I'd
get Steve almost there and then pull back.  Oliver would do the same to
Jack and then pull back.  And back and forth for quite a while. About
halfway through, Jack turned to Steve, wrapped his arm around him to pull
him closer and began an intimate make out session.  It was a strangely
erotic feeling to be with another sub, at the feet of our masters, to whom
we were nothing more than wet mouths and deep throats while they
passionately shared their affection for one another.  Another chapter for
my slut book.

After a while, Jack pushed off Ollie and said to Steve, "Let's take our
sluts to the bedroom and see if their other holes are as talented as the
ones we just used."  "Great idea", answered Steve, who added to Oliver,
"Ollie, Pete here has a pretty talented mouth.  I think you could learn a
few things from him.  Oliver dutifully responded, "That would be my honor,
sir".

Oliver and I followed Jack and Steve into the bedroom, where Jack followed
up on Steve's comment.  "I agree with you Steve, Ollie could learn a thing
or two from Pete."  Then, to me he said, "Pete, on your knees and show
Ollie how it's done."

Again, I was conflicted.  I felt like Oliver and I had become a team; both
subservient, but equal.  Now Steve and Jack were openly humiliating Oliver
and I felt like participating would be a betrayal.  I looked at Jack hoping
to convey my discomfort and he gave me a look that clearly said, `Pete,
this is all a game.  Ollie knows it too.  Just play along'.

I loved Jack for that; he made it ok, more than ok, to show off my fellatio
skills.  Lord knows I'd had plenty of practice, and frankly, I didn't mind
getting to swallow Oliver's wonderfully thick cock that was protruding from
his dark bush.  Oliver laid back on the bed and gave me space to crawl in
between his legs.  I cupped my hands around his gloriously bulbous glutes
and pulled him into me.  Although he wasn't all that long, his girth filled
my mouth and he wrapped his muscled legs around my neck and back.  By now I
was taming my gag reflex and I got him further down my throat than anyone
before.  He grabbed my hair and pushed my face down ever further on his
cock.  I was proud I could take it all.  I slowly bobbed up and down his
cock, all the while flicking my tongue to sensate the underside of his
cock.  Then I'd grip his cock firmly and press the tip of my tongue into
his slit which made him absolutely crazy.

Wanting to join the action, Jack and Steve walked to the other side of the
bed and each grabbed an arm and hand, pinning him to the bed.  I glanced up
at them and they signaled me to not only continue, but to even step it up.
I was happy to comply as I was getting pretty heated myself, so I lifted
his cheeks off the bed and began to flick my tongue over his taint, up to
his balls, and butterflied his hole.  He was crazy with pleasure.  The more
he bucked and strained against his oppressors, Jack, Steve and me, the
harder we held him down.  I peered at his hole and decided to dive in.  I
spread his cheeks as far as they would go and tongue fucked him with
everything I had.  The lucky guy was in a state of ecstasy.  I stuck two
fingers in my mouth and slobbered them with saliva, and then pushed one of
them into Oliver, who was wondering what was happening to him.  It was as
if he'd never experienced anything like this before.  I started with my
middle finger, sliding it in slowly but with purpose.  I immediately found
his prostate and circled it with my finger. "Oh, my god.." Ollie yelped.
"Keep going, Pete, PLEASE keep going", he pleaded.  I withdrew my finger,
spit on them one more time and then inserted two, again aiming, and
finding, his prostate.  Two fingers gave me more leverage, and I used it.
I circled, pressed, and pushed on his secret spot, and he began to beg,
"Please, PLEASE FUCK ME...ANYONE...FUCK ME.."

I looked up to Jack and Steve for direction and they both had the same
idea. They motioned to keep fingering him and suck him to completion.  They
were really getting off seeing him tortured.  I was more than happy to do
that...it's one of my favorite things.  I continued playing prostate tag
with my two fingers and went back down on him, tasting his sweet pre-cum,
and lots of it.  I worked into a rhythm where I'd suck him hard, pull off
his cock altogether, and then press on his prostate.  Suck.  Pull.  Press.
Suck.  Pull.  Press.  He was going absolutely wild and Jack and Steve
couldn't have been enjoying it more.

It finally got to the point where we all knew Oliver was ready to blow.
"Jerk him off while we hold him", Steve yelled.  "You're gonna' shit when
you see how far he can shoot.  Shoot for our new friends, Ollie".  I pulled
off Oliver's cock and looked at Jack for approval and he gave me the nod.
There was plenty of lube left on Ollie's cock so he was more than ready for
me to jerk him off.  When I grasped his cock with my hand he groaned,
bucked his hips, and begged me to get him off.

Seeing how desperate he was, a sadistic side of Steve emerged that we
hadn't seen before.  "Edge him, Pete.  Make the slut work for it.  Take him
to the edge.  Then deny."  For the second time, I felt like I was betraying
Oliver, but Jack gave me clear affirmation, and my loyalty was to Jack, so
I proceeded.  Oliver was begging to cum so I took his cock and SLOWLY
massaged it up and down.  And knowing how to edge (I used to edge Pook all
the time), I knew the precise moment before he'd blow.  Oliver was no
different.  I'd get him almost there, and then pull back.  "PLEASE", he
begged.  "PLEASE let me cum".  I looked up at Steve and he shook his head
`no' so I continued again, and again, and again.  I'd get him to the edge
and pull back.  I must have taken him to the edge at least 20 times.  He
was sweating, gyrating, straining from Steve and Jack's hold on him. His
curly brown hair was now saturated with sweat and matted to his skull.  He
begged, pleaded to let him cum.  I didn't know how much more he, or anyone
could take.

I looked up at Steve again with an expression that said, `please let me get
him off' and Steve finally gave me the nod.  "You ready, Ollie?"  Steve
asked.  "Ok Pete, time for our boy to blast off."  Leaning down so his head
was level with Oliver's, Steve added, "Jack, get your head down here next
to Ollie's and mine.  You won't believe the load he'll blow; maybe we'll
all get lucky."

By now I was massaging Oliver's cock and he was groaning like a whore.  I
slowly and methodically picked up the pace and before long I could feel it
coming.  His face clenched and his body tensed.  "FUCK..."  he yelled, and
I pumped as hard as I could.  His balls pulled up into his body cavity and
nearly disappeared.  His entire body clenched and he roared like an animal
in heat. I could feel the circumference of his cock expand in my hand and
that was it...he blasted a load like I've never seen before.  The first
shot went over the heads of all three of them.  The second hit Steve square
in the face, the third himself, and the fourth Jack.  It was like he had
perfect aim.  The remainder hit his neck, chest, abdomen and continued to
pump and spasm for what seemed like forever.  The room was quiet; I don't
think any of us had seen anything like it.  When we all came to our senses,
Jack and Steve leaned down to Oliver to lick the cum off each other's
faces.  I had stopped pumping him by then so Jack looked at me for a moment
and said, "Do your buddy Ollie a favor and clean his cock off for him."

"Yes sir" I responded.  I was more than happy to be his instrument of
pleasure rather than his torture so I was gentle with him.  I tenderly took
his cock in my mouth and licked him clean, all the way up his torso to his
face.  Damn, his cum tasted good.  Even though it was minutes after he
came, he continued to have full body spasms.  Finally, he was at the point
where he just wanted to cuddle, so I was particularly loving and caring.
He ran his hands through my hair and loved every second.

This chapter of the afternoon seemed to be coming to a close, so I
suspected I was next.  I wasn't wrong.  "So what about Pete here?"  Steve
asked.  "A big, sexy stud like him; it's going to be hard to top what
little Ollie just went through."

"It's gonna be hard to top that show, Steve", Jack said.  "But daddy Pete
here has two holes that he really knows how to use.  Have you ever seen
such a stud so ready to be used?"  I looked at the floor as they talked
about me that way.  I remained confused.  Half of me was humiliated to be
treated that way, the other half was aroused to be viewed as nothing but a
sexual animal. Once again, I chose the latter.  I let myself go with the
flow.  Use away, men...

"Pete, you're so fucking sexy, I want Steve and I to be able to look at
your ripped body while we use you.  Get on the bed on your back.." which I
did immediately.  Jack climbed between my legs, but rather than taking me
missionary style, or placing both legs in the air, he laid one of my legs
flat on the bed, turned by body slightly on the bed and raised the other
one in the air at a 90 degree angle to my body.  My hole was now completely
vulnerable and exposed.  After getting me positioned just so, Jack
remarked, "I've fucked daddy Pete a couple of ways but have fantasized
about this.  His hole is so fucking sweet and I can see his ripped body
when I fuck him this way.  Steve, put a pillow under his head and fuck his
mouth while I'm busy down here; then we'll switch."

Already near my head, Steve turned it an angle so he could easily fuck my
mouth, placed a couple pillows under it so I was reasonably comfortable
(given what was coming), and slowly started slapping his hard cock against
my face.  "Open up stud Pete and take daddy's cock", he demanded.  I was
more than happy to oblige, and when he slid it in, he did so slowly and
considerately.  With my head at a comfortable angle resting on a pillow,
all I had to do was open my mouth and suck.

At the same time, Jack had placed my leg that was in the air up against his
torso, turning me into a human jackknife.  He had covered his cock with
lube and I could feel it pressing against my hole.  I'd never been fucked
this way and was genuinely curious if and how the sensation would be
different.  "Warning: I'm coming in Pete, so don't bite Steve's dick off
when I do", he laughed.  "Here I come.." and with that I felt that
gloriously thick cock of his slide right it.  Thank god he used plenty of
lube.  And it DID feel different...wonderfully different.  Having your legs
opened that way left me exposed and vulnerable, but the sensation was hard
to describe.  I felt like his cock was deeper in me than I'd ever felt.
Nope, take that back.  Chris was further into me a week ago, but this was
still different.  Fantastically different.  Pete could tell how much I was
loving it because I was now devouring Steve's cock.  I couldn't get it deep
enough in my mouth.  Every time Jack thrust into me, I'd beg Steve to go
deeper.  I'd never felt as dirty and whorish, and I fucking loved it.
"Keep fucking him like that", Steve said.  "He sucks harder when you fuck
him deep.  But then we're changing places.  I want a chance at that boy's
hole."

After some time, I could feel Jack's thick cock rubbing my prostate and my
desire to cum was getting strong.  I wasn't sure if I could control it or
not.  Just then, Steve said, "My turn", and he pulled out of my mouth and
walked down to where Jack was fucking me.  Steve carefully assumed Jack's
position so as not to disrupt my position.  Apparently, it was as hot for
them as it was for me.

Steve wasted no time pushing into me and I loved his cock for two reasons.
First, it was a bit longer than Jack's so I could feel it pushing even
deeper into my gut.  Second, it wasn't as thick as Jack's so the pressure
was off my prostate.  My need to cum was subsiding, and now I could just
lay back and enjoy the fuck, not fight off the need to cum.  At the same
time, my head continued to rest comfortably on the pillow, but this time it
was Jack's cock pulsing in and out of my mouth. Sensing my complete
euphoria, they began a quiet, yet forceful rhythm of alternatively fucking
my hole, then my mouth, my hole, my mouth, my hole, my mouth, until I had
retreated into a near-trance.  My sight, hearing, taste, and smell all
faded away and all that I was left with was the feeling of the two cocks
which were invading me, one at each end.  I challenged myself to take
Jack's cock deeper in my throat every time.  And the feeling of Steve's
cock sliding in and out of my hole was impossible to describe.  It was
almost outer-worldly to be subjugated to such a sub-human level, but one
that--when I later reflected on it--felt exactly right at the time.

"Jack, I gotta cum.  His hole is so fucking tight", Steve croaked.

"Me too Steve.  I'm about to blast."

They each landed a few more strokes when Jack interrupted, "Hey Steve, get
up here.  Pete loves it when we cum on his face".  Still in my hypnotic
state, I heard him add, "Jesus, Ollie's hard again.  Ollie, get over here
and cum on his face with us."

I heard some movement and then someone laid me flat on my back so I
carefully opened my eyes to find, just like the week before, three hard
cocks being jerked just inches above my face.  Jack was on one side, Steve
on the other, and Ollie was kneeling over the top of my head.  I don't know
how or why I loved cocks shooting on my face, but I did.  I craved the
taste of their cum.  And I didn't have to wait long.

Steve went first," I'm shooting.  Open your mouth Pete", he groaned.  Just
about the time he emptied out, Jack followed him, "Keep your mouth wide
open sexy Pete, more where that came from", and proceeded to drop his load
in my mouth.  Now with two warm, gooey loads covering my face and mouth,
Oliver was doing his best to keep up.  He had cum only about 30 minutes
before, so he took a little while longer, but he didn't disappoint.  "Pete,
here I cum..." and, seeing the cum overflow out of my mouth, decided to
drop his load on my chin and chest.

By now I knew the avalanche of cum had subsided, so I opened my eyes wider
and took in the sight of the three hard cocks still being worked.  I didn't
need to be told what to do, like the last time.  I got up on my elbows and
took Jack's softening cock in my mouth and giving it the cleaning of a
lifetime.  Then I did the same with Steve. And then Oliver.

"What a sexy, sexy daddy", Steve kept saying as I alternated sucking and
cleaning their now soft cocks.

Noticing my still rock hard cock, Oliver naively asked, "Hey, what about
Pete?  We need to get him off.  Can I do it?"

"No!" Jack barked. "That cock belongs to Charles and me, doesn't it Pete?"

Resigned to my fate, I answered, "Yes, sir."

The three of them kneeled over me for some time continuing to pump their
last few drops on my torso.  When everyone was out of gas, Jack added,
perhaps for additional humiliation, "Pete, you look so sexy in that new
swimsuit.  Why don't you put that back on and go get us one more hard
spritzer?"

"Yes, sir" I said as I rose from the bed to find the suit that had been
cast off earlier in the day.  Frankly, I was happy to put it back on, hide
my erection (or at least obscure it), and get us all a drink.

Today was another wild chapter in this detour into depravity I had taken.
But what would be the destination?