Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2021 17:57:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Rob Subject: Whored Out: Cooper and Greg - chapter 3 Authoritarian Nifty survives on your charitable support. Throw 50 cents in a jar every time a Nifty story gets you off. It's going to add up quick. http://donate.nifty.org/ When you purchase from Amazon, don't forget to use their Smile.Amazon program. For every purchase you make, they will donate to a non-profit of your choice. Just select the discreetly listed Nifty Archive Alliance as your preferred non-profit organization. Just one more thing to do. We'd showered the piss off before this last round; but I really wanted to mark this hot piece of ass before I sent him home to his boyfriend. After that last orgasm, I was busting to take a leak. I have no doubt Pud would be able to help me out, too. In the end, Ty and Lacrosse Boy joined in. We'd consumed a lot of beer tonight. We got Greg into the tub and hosed him down good. Rather than let him rinse off, or even towel dry; Pud fetched his jeans from the living room and helped me pull them onto his wet body. It took three of us to get him down the stairs. Before we could get him outside, Boomer and Derek came flying down the stairs holding Lee, a slim Asian cross-country runner from my dorm. Turns out, even though Lee had never attempted a DP, he thought he could take both these athletes at the same time tonight. They were rushing him to the ER. Somebody was going to need stitches. I guess my pussy boy got off easy tonight, comparatively. Using Greg's phone, I started to text tonight's pics to his boyfriend. If I had a soul, I might feel a little bad for the cub boyfriend. After all, he was cute; and he seemed like a nice enough guy. But instead of remorse, I felt my prick start to chub up again. I made a note of his phone number. Maybe the smokin', sexy cub would be the next one to entertain the boys. ******************************************************* My life is fuckin' sweet! It's been nearly two weeks since I whored out that hunky bitch at the dorm and my phone is still blowing up. I have never got laid like this in my life. I am racking up stats most guys can only dream about. Not bragging; but I think I'm good-looking. I'm tall. I'm fit. I've got a big dick. I love to dominate hot guys until I unload deep inside. But all that was true when the school year started and I wasn't getting laid like this. The difference was bringing that hot fuckin DILF back to campus to share with the guys. Okay, he's only ten or twelve years older than us; but he had that sexy daddy vibe. It didn't hurt that he looked like he'd be the one bending a fag over and pounding his hole. It's so much sweeter when you can turn a macho top guy into a whiny little bitch. And fuck, did that daddy want my dick. Now it seems like everyone wants it. I've been hanging onto the number I texted the cumwhore's pics to that night. It belongs to the stud's boyfriend; but it's my only chance to try and hook up with him again. I can't decide how to play it. Do just I ask him for his bf's number? The boyfriend was a cuck, too. Do I try to get with him? He gave me some sweet fucking head that night; but I didn't get a shot at his ass. Maybe I attempt to demand a hook-up? It can be tricky to dom somebody via text. In the end, I'll guess to try to come across as human. Ha! A half-hearted attempt at an apology. Can't stop thinking bout U 2 Sorry for the way the nite ended Way 2 drunk to bring him home lol Lemme buy you guys a drink I owe you Worst that can happen is they block me. Best is I end up nutting in both their holes. Can you fuckin' imagine what it would do to my rep if I managed to whore out the pair of them? The gang would go nuts for the sexy Asian muscle-cub boyfriend. He has one of those firm, round squat-toned butts; where you need both hands to spread his cheeks just to lick his hole. I guess I'll have to wait and see if they get back to me. Fuck, am I boned up now, just thinking about. Means I've gotta head to class with major wood. Teach me to be freeballing in basketball shorts. ********************************************* What was I worried about? Of course they want this big D! They texted back pics of both their asses! Then that pic of Pud piss-fucking the bitch in the bathtub. Said they want me to bring my 'hairy ginger friend' with me. Pudlowski, you are gonna owe me big time. Turns out that they have a buddy with a sweet fuck-space in his loft we can use; complete with camera setup. They wanted to know how we felt about making a vid. Are you fuckin' kidding me? OnlyFans here I come! Looks like we're all set for Friday night. Pud was so fuckin psyched that they picked him out of all the guys in the photos. I mean, let's face it; it had to be from the photos. There no way that drunk bitch remembers who was up his cunt that night. Especially after that beer enema I gave him. He was semi-conscious at best. Was that wrong? Hey, I had to keep him loose and willing. That being said, it's not to take anything away from Pud. He is an impressive dude. I'll give him that. He's our university's star wrestler; a beefy, jacked-up, muscle bear covered in orange fur with a fat, uncut cock. He keeps hinting that he's willing to spread his legs for me. Can you fuckin' believe it? Only problem with that is, then he wants up my ass, too. But I'm all top, man. Ain't nobody stretching out my hole. And Pud's legendary meat would sure as hell be a stretch. ******************************************** The Uber pulls up to the address they gave me. My boy Greg is waiting, as promised. He's sitting on the back of a bench on the sidewalk with his boots on the seat. Besides his boots, he's just wearing jeans and a tight tee shirt that really shows off his chest and arms. Looks like my bitch has been hitting the gym to look his best for me. Fucking fag! As the car comes to a stop, Pud starts rubbing the mega bulge in his mesh shorts. "Fuck, Coop! I forgot how jacked he was. This is gonna be fuckin' awesome!" "Stop drooling, Pud. Remember the rules. You've gotta act like we're the ones doing them a favor. I know it's all kinds of fucked up; but we can't let our guard down. It's all about the attitude, buddy. Tonight, we are the ones in control. Don't forget it." As we get out, Greg strides over to the car. He does look hot AF. No one would ever suspect that a guy like him would throw his legs in the air for a college boy. He goes in for the bro hug; but I drop my hand to his tight ass and give it a squeeze through his worn jeans. I've got to let him know who's in charge. Pud comes over and follows my lead. He wraps his hand around the back of his neck and brings their foreheads together as he looks down and makes eye contact. The fag returns the gaze but you can see him tense up a little. Pud is taller and beefier. Someone watching might just think they were tight; or they could interpret the interaction as menacing. As Pud released the hold on his neck, he gives him a playful slap, but maybe a little too hard. Then he broke out his trademark grin that makes all the girls and guys want him. He had sent the message, Damn, he might be better at this than I am. "I'm glad you guys agreed to come tonight. I feel a little cheated that I can't remember what all went down at the party." "Well, we're here to make it up to you, baby. We didn't bring enough manpower to recreate everything; but we're sure as shit ready to worship that sweet ass of yours." "The entrance to my buddy's loft is just down the alley. Watch your step. It's kind of dark." Kind of dark was perfect for me. As soon as we got away from the street lights, I grabbed the bitch from behind and started to grind on his ass. I brought my hand up to his neck and he started to moan. "So did you miss this big old cock, baby? You feel how hard I am for you? I hope you weren't too drunk to remember how far up your guts I reached. Nobody can take my long, fat dick like you, babe." I pushed him over against the brick wall and covered his mouth with mine. I slide my hand down the back of his jeans and started to breach his hole with two fingers. As he moaned into my mouth, it was bringing everything back to me. I remembered how his moans had increased every time I had started to get rough with him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pud moving in closer. He eased himself behind the fag so he could take a turn at grinding on that world class ass. He reached around and unbuttoned the bitch's jeans and pushed them down to mid thigh. Then he moved his hands up to work his nipples. It was much easier to play with that hairy cunt with the jeans down. I'll admit that it felt fuckin' hot to have Pud rubbing his fat hard cock against my hand and the bitch's ass. When I felt Pud poking close to his hole, I pulled out my fingers, grabbed a hold of that uncut dick and started to guide it to it's target. "Wait! Cooper, you know I want this; but come on. We'd better get inside. The cops patrol down this alley. Besides, Colin's upstairs getting ready for you. I don't want him to miss out on any of this. And honestly, I'm going to need some lube before you shove either of those dicks in me." "I couldn't wait, baby! You know how bad I want you. I'm so damn glad you aren't mad about the other night." "How could I be mad at you, stud? Nobody's ever fucked me like you. Uh, no offense to your friend here. I'm afraid I let myself get too drunk to remember you; but the pics were so hot we had to invite you. My name's Greg, by the way." "All my friends call me Pud. And you may not remember that night; but I sure as hell do. I pissed in your ass, bud. That was a first for me. Then I dumped a couple loads in you. I can't wait to get my hog back in that hairy pussy of yours!" "Come on. It's the green door there." Inside the entry it was clean but seemed kind of empty. He led us to an old freight elevator and it rattled as we went up to the third floor. Up there it was all industrial and kinda trendy. There was a workshop to the right that still had some lights on; but we went to the left into a cool, high ceilinged loft. Polished concrete floors. All the walls were brick and corrugated metal. There was a small kitchen and a big seating area with a couple of sofas and some tables. There was a big TV with some porn playing on it with the sound down really low. In the texts they had said it was a fuck-space but everything looked pretty normal so far. So I guess a fuck-space is anywhere there's fucking goin on, huh? Where's the boyfriend? I dunno. This seems a little weird. Then I hear someone moving around beyond the room we were in. How many people are here? Greg noticed my expression and rubbed his hand on my crotch. "All the magic goes on behind the curtain, guys." What I had thought were drapes covering a wall of windows was really just a divider. The loft was way bigger than it seemed. He pulled the curtain to one side and I caught a glimpse of a massive sling hanging from the ceiling. The polished floors continued into there. There were theater lights hanging from the ceiling, focused down onto the sling. Beyond that I could see a king size mattress on the floor and a huge shower. This makes sense now. Looks like the perfect place to make a porno. He lets the curtain drop back into place and bends down to pull of his boots. "No clothes for you two beyond this point, studs. Get naked and I'll show you the setup. I think you're going to love it." He didn't need to ask me twice. I looked over at Pud and he was way ahead of me. He'd let his shorts drop and I was surprised to see a pristine, new, white jockstrap. It was a far cry from the piss stained, cum crusted old Bike that he had on last time we tag teamed the fag. Maybe he thought he'd have to undress in the video. I can't blame him. I almost came commando tonight; but at the last minute put on my best pair of CKs that show my bulge to it's best advantage. The bitch waits until we're both naked. Then he turns his back to us, shoves his levis to his ankles and bends forward with his hands on his knees. He wearing a black jock that perfectly frames his muscle ass. Then he reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart to reveal his hairy hole. The last time we saw that hole, it was gaped and oozing cum and piss. Now it looks impossibly small and tight. He does a quick kegel and it makes his ass wink at us. We were both rock-hard and dripping. While my eyes were locked on that hungry pussy, I was brought back to reality when the drapes were parted from the other side. Holding them back was an imposing daddy who looked like he could've been Pud's dad. He's gotta be at least fifty. Huge arms and chest; with close cropped hair and a full beard. He's bare footed; wearing only a leather harness and jeans that are bulging. Not gonna lie, he looked menacing at first. Then he broke into a big smile. He was checking us out. When he spoke, his deep voice echoed off the concrete floors. "Welcome to my place, boys! Glad to see you're making yourselves comfortable. You must be Cooper. Greg wasn't fucking kidding when he described you, either. So you're the one responsible for turning my buddy from a top into a cum-hungry bitch, huh? I can see why. That big dick of yours looks lethal. Greg, why don't you go get comfortable in the sling for our guest of honor?" The bitch stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside. His bare feet slapped on the floor as he hurried to get in place. A big, black dude was waiting there to help him get strapped in. The host daddy noticed my surprise. "Where are my manners? I'm Douglas; and that's Jorrie assisting over at the sling. He's a partner in our little enterprise here; and also our tech specialist. He designed the lights and video setup. He's also in demand for his dominant topping skills; but that's not of interest to you boys, is it?" As he spoke, Greg sat in the sling and scooted back. This Jorrie dude was jacked. All he was wearing was a pair of loose, gray workout shorts that did nothing to hide the anaconda flopping around inside them. He raised Greg's feet, which now had ankles restraints buckled above them, and secured them to the chains supporting the sling. "Come on back, boys. Cooper, Greg was hoping you might want to join him in the sling to get started. And your friend...." "Uh, sorry. His name is Pudlowski; but you can just call him Pud." "Pud, welcome. Seems like a suitable nickname, given the size of that monster you're packing. I have a surprise for you back here on the bed." While I stopped at the sling, I glanced over to see the bitch's boyfriend, Colin on that big mattress. Lucky Pud. I'd forgotten how cute the sexy muscle cub was. He was on all fours with his ass at the edge of the bed. And to make things even more interesting, Colin wasn't alone. He was making out with a hairier version of himself, who was kneeling next to him. Pud, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for the last few minutes, finally found his voice. "Fuckin' A! Do you see this Coop? It looks like the Pud gets a double!" I saw him drop to his knees and bury his face in the first ass he came to. Then all my attention was on my boy. As he lay back in the sling, the lights highlighted the definition in his chest and abs. I spit on two fingers and brought them to his ass. Then for the first time, I noticed the size of the bulge in the fag's jock. He'd been locked up tight in a chastity cage the other night. Now the head of his boner was poking over the top of the Nasty Pig waistband. Fuck yeah! I love plowing a guy with a big dick. Jorrie, the sexy black guy, came around to watch me as I got ready to slide my dick into that sweet hairy hole. Those two fingers of spit should be enough lube. I want the bitch to feel this. "NOW!" I don't know whose voice it was. It was only one word. In an instant, I realized it had all been too good to be true. Then everything went dark. Comments and feedback are welcome. Nifty authors don't have access to page view or readership numbers. We only know if you like our work when you let us know. I personally respond to all emails. Have a question? Anything you want to know? I share way too much. Rob83401@yahoo.com