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GONE BLACK
By Colton Aalto
CHAPTER 9 – PULL, POUND, PUMP, PLUG AND POP!
Keon lived in a house a few blocks away from my dad's apartment, and not many people were on the streets as he guided me down the sidewalk, which was fortunate given that I was dressed only in the ridiculous red harness and lace singlet he'd insisted that I wear. With the leather hood covering my head, I felt sorta hidden. Of course, I was probably the only 6'5" white dude for miles in any direction, so I was totally fucked if anyone I knew saw me.
However, halfway there, the sick twink detoured onto a crowded street. So much for making the trip under the radar. We got plenty of laughs and suggestive comments as he led me by the chain on my collar, handcuffed and hooded. The public display was clearly part of his plan, and he ate it up. I was grateful we didn't run across anyone who knew us.
The weather was cool enough that the air on my bare buns was chilly, but that didn't stop my damn cock from trying to bust out of the cock cage. Hell, I was one small step removed from being naked in public, and I was certain that the cocks of most dudes in my situation would have shriveled to nothing rather than being excited and ready to show off like mine. Could it be that deep down I wanted to be naked and humiliated in public? I decided not to think about that.
We reached Keon's house without any incidents, which was a relief. However, we were barely inside when he grabbed his crotch and said, "Whaddaya say we get the party started early, slut boy? I'd hate to get busy tending to my guests and miss the chance to use your asshole because everyone else is using it. So why don't you suck my cock again, get me hard, and then spread that ass crack?"
Shit. This actually would be a sex party. I hadn't really focused on that. I should have realized that the harness and singlet, handcuffs and hood were big clues of what I was in for, but somehow in the back of my mind I'd thought maybe all Keon was interested in was getting a blow job before the party and then enjoying the spectacle of having a jock as his prisoner. No. He wanted to use my ass.
We were soon back in the position we'd been in at my dad's apartment, Keon on his back and me manipulating his cock into my throat. He wasted no time in drilling a couple of fingers into my ass and the longer he finger-fucked me the more it drove me crazy. He was massaging my prostate and I desperately wanted to get hard and stroke my cock. But the damn cock cage wouldn't let my tool do anything more than press against the walls of the cage. It was like dying of thirst but having your mouth taped shut.
"Take the cock cage off!" I begged. "Please!"
"Not on your life, jock boy. I'm enjoying seeing you like this too much. I can control you with just a little finger." He tickled my prostate, causing me to groan and my cock to make yet another futile attempt to break out of its prison.
"I think jock boy wants to eat my ass. You did a damn nice job on it the night before Labor Day. Whaddaya say?" I wasn't in a position to negotiate.
He put me on my back, crawled on top of me, bent forward and planted his butt on my face, all while continuing to finger fuck me and play with the cock cage encased in the singlet. The position was awkward because my hands were still cuffed behind me, but I mindlessly dove into his crack and soon had my tongue buried in this twink hole. The dude's black ball sac dangled below his cock, occasionally brushing against my chin. He seemed to time the thrusts of his fingers into my ass with my own efforts on his hole. It was practically like I was rimming myself.
My work on Keon's hole kept his shaft in it's rigid, curved state. I think he would have happily let me eat his ass for the entire night, but he was cognizant of the time and pulled off me. "Before the guests arrive, how about we see how much our cock whore likes having a stiff fuck stick inside his asscunt, rather than only a finger?" I was beyond responding, but fuck yeah, I wanted it.
Keon hoisted my legs onto his slender shoulders. Happily, with the curve of his cock, I was in a much better position to take his dick than I would have been doggy style. He breached my hole and slid his scimitar into me, grinding past my prostate, and stared at my face with a big smile. "Yeah, jock boy. Your ass is just as tight and right as I remember it. How do you like having black cock inside your white ass? Seems to me you like it just fine. More than like it. You can't get enough of it, can you? You take more black bone than any bitch in school, other maybe your girlfriend Sheila." I didn't reply. I definitely had Sheila beat, at least if we were talking about this year of school. Admittedly, she'd gotten an earlier start than I had.
He began pulling out and plowing back in, gradually fucking faster and faster. The damn cock cage was still driving me crazy and having my arms handcuffed behind me was uncomfortable. That was offset by how good Keon's rod felt pounding my ass. Because of the shape of his curved cock, he was practically fucking my prostate. Damn did I ever want to stroke my cock. It felt freaky being unable to get hard, but somehow not having the option of working my cock meant I was much more focused on my ass. Damn did it ever feel good. The kid was ringing my bells.
He figured it out, too, although my moans and whimpers must have been a big clue. "Jock boy likes getting bred like a bitch, doesn't he? For a tall jock, you've got a tight little asscunt, slut. I'm glad D'Marcus hasn't ruined it. Not to mention Sam and Willy and Jeron. Those dudes know high quality ass when they see it, and they're right about yours." I was taken aback that Keon knew I was getting balled by the four dudes. If he knew, there was a good chance others did too. Keon might only be the tip of the iceberg.
He transitioned into using his tool like a battering ram, pounding into my ass. Sweat beaded on his face and he concentrated intensely, taking big gulps of breath. I kept thinking he was close, but he kept ramming me. Admittedly it was his second load of the evening, after he flooded my mouth earlier, so it made sense it would take longer. I still smelled his jizz in my nose.
The skinny black twink nutted with almost no warning. He shoved his shaft deep into me and held still as his balls discharged and he took short gasps of breath. He caught his breath, and even after his climax ended he didn't move for a long time. He was looking down at me but I don't think he was really seeing me.
He pulled out and said, "That is one magnificent jock ass, white boy. Stay where you are, slut." I wasn't like I'd be going far given that I was handcuffed and collared and my junk was imprisoned in the damn cock cage. But my arms were killing me so I rolled over on my hands and knees.
Keon returned with a black butt plug with a ring on the end. It looked like a goddam oversized pacifier. "Know what this is ho?" I nodded. I'd had one repeated shoved in my ass less than a week earlier. "It's black, the way you like. It will keep my jizz from running down the back of your legs and... keep your jock ho hole stretched and ready." He worked the damn thing into me and it felt weird, but kinda good. It wasn't as huge as the huge monster Randol plugged me with at the football game, but still big enough that my hole felt stretched. Keon jiggled the thing inside me, giving my fucking prostate a workout although it was totally lost on my cock, which still couldn't get hard.
The guests began arriving. Keon had decorated his basement with typical Halloween stuff like Jack-o-lanterns but also an array of posters from superhero movies. It soon became apparent why. The party was black nerds meet Comic-con. Mirroring Keon's vintage Robin outfit, kids were dressed as Flash, Nightwing, Spiderman, a variety of Star Wars and Star Trek characters, and of course there were a legion of Black Panthers, all skinny 98-pound weaklings who looked out of place masquerading as buff superheroes. Everyone wore masks, so I couldn't identify the crowd. They all shared the same twinky body, except for a couple of fat kids and a couple who were surprisingly muscular. Keon took great delight in guiding me around by the chain attached to my collar and the geeks treated me with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, but since I couldn't see their faces it was hard to know what they were thinking. Hiding behind my black hood, I was less embarrassed than I might have been about being handcuffed, collared, and barely clothed with my butt exposed. At least the cock cage was hidden.
When kids asked what I was doing at the party, Keon told them he'd make an announcement later. He described my costume as a character named Super Butt Slut, a cock whore whose superpower was the ability to drain an endless series of balls. That mystified virtually all of the kids. They were mostly freshmen with a few sophomores and juniors mixed in, so their knowledge of gay sex was likely limited. I was sure their experience was limited. The crowd was so straight-laced that I don't even think the punch was spiked.
Finally a twinky dweeb asked, "When do the games start?"
Keon smiled and said, "Now! Super Butt Slut is tonight's entertainment! Everyone gets a taste of his delectable jock boi pussy." He pulled me over to a small bench and snarled, "On your knees cock whore." He attached my ankles to a wooden stick that kept my legs spread wide and bent me forward over the bench, wrapping the chain attached to my collar around the legs of the bench. I could barely lift my head. He slapped a sticky note on my hood that said, `Warmup Hole' with an arrow pointing toward my mouth. Then he wrapped a contraption that turned out to be a mouth gag around my head. Unlike the ball gag Randol used on me a week earlier, this one held my mouth open for the obvious purpose of making it easier for stiff cocks to enter it. The mouth gag was even less comfortable than the ball gag. For his final insult, he took a Sharpie and scrawled something on my butt cheeks. Only later did I discover he wrote `Cum Dump' on my left butt cheek and `Insert Cock Here' on my right one, with arrows like little penises pointing to my exposed hole.
He announced, "This is the new version of `Pin the Tail on the Donkey.' It's called `Stick your Prick in the Ass.' Here's how it works. You can use both holes. The best is to use Super Butt Slut's mouth as a warmup to get your cock hard and wet, and then shove it in its ass. It might be a little sloppy already. I wanted to make sure it wasn't too tight."
"You fucked him already?"
Keon snorted and rolled his eyes as if to say, `Of course I have.' "I wouldn't serve anything to you dudes unless I knew from first-hand experience it was prime white jock boy ass. We got a high-quality ho here."
Someone said, "There's something in the ho's ass."
"Butt plug," Keon announced. He grabbed the plug's ring and jerked it out of my hole, causing me to gasp, "Fuck!" Then he shoved it back in, forcing another grunt from me. "Here's the way it works. Pull the plug, pound the hole, pump it full of jizz, plug the hole again, and pop the ass. Pop it like this." He spanked my bare buns, causing me to flinch. I'm sure he left a bright red handprint. "Got it? Pull, pound, pump, plug and pop. Fastest finish wins a prize. I'll time everyone with a stopwatch. Who wants to go first? The ho will be tighter at the beginning and not as sloppy."
There was dead silence and nobody said anything for a long minute. I was thinking that Keon had overestimated his crowd's interest in butt sex, but a kid with a deep voice said, "Fuck yeah!" and asked, "when does the stopwatch start?"
"When you pull the plug."
"Cool. Ho's a cocksucker, too?"
"The best."
"So I can use its mouth as much as I want before?"
"Yup."
Moments later a pair of black thighs and a soft black cock appeared in front of my face. The kid slid his skinny legs on either side of the bench and thrust his tool into my mouth. The party was on. I sucked him into an erection and by the time he pulled his schlong from my throat, circled behind me and ripped the plug from my butt, the crowd was chanting, "Pull, pound, pump, plug and pop! Pull, pound, pump, plug and pop!" He rammed his hard, wet fuck tool into my hole and buttfucked me for maybe two or three minutes before his cum exploded. The fucker was still shooting – I knew because a couple of volleys of his load splattered on my back – but he pulled out, jammed the plug back in and spanked my ass. I don't know which hurt more, the plug being shoved into me or my ass getting spanked by his bare hand. Keon dutifully recorded the time and another naked pair of black thighs and a soft black tool appeared in front of me.
The competition for the fastest fuck kept the crowd's attention. Maybe they liked seeing a tall white jock bound and gagged. Maybe they liked gazing at hard black shafts sink into a helpless boi pussy. I suspect part of the appeal was that they liked seeing their friends' stiff cocks. Over and over they chanted, "Pull, pound, pump, plug and pop! Pull, pound, pump, plug and pop!" It was like cheers at a goddam high school football game. After a dweeb jizzed me, he'd get high fives and fist bumps all around.
The parade of cocks ranged from midnight black to a tawny tan. Cut and uncut. Mostly averaged sized dicks although there were several smallish ones and some big ones. One was particularly fat, one particularly long, and one massive one had both attributes. That hooded monster and the big eggs that accompanied it looked comical between their owner's skinny legs, but it was far from comical when the kid's prick ripped my throat apart as he thrust into my mouth. With the collar chained tightly to the bench, I was helpless.
I was relieved when he pulled out of my mouth and circled behind me but also apprehensive because the twink really was massive. The crowd interrupted their chant and exclamations of surprise filled the air. One kid gushed, "Holy fuck, look at JaMarion's dick!" I realized the cock I'd just had in my mouth belonged to Keon's best friend.
Another kid snickered, "Horse cock for the donkey's ass!" The crowd laughed and a third dude chimed in with, "No way that huge thing is gonna fit inside that butt!"
Keon assured them it would. "It'll fit, but it's gonna be T-I-G-H-T. Shove it inside him, JaMarion!" The crowd resumed the chant with a newly heightened sense of excitement and anticipation. "Pull, pound, pump, plug and pop! Pull, pound, pump, plug and pop!" They yelled at the top of their lungs.
My hole was about as open and cum-lubed as it could get, but JaMarion's shaft still hurt as he rammed it in and slam fucked me. I was doubly glad that it was a fastest-fuck contest although when he pulled out after sperming me, my ass felt strangely empty even with the butt plug. Keon cockily boasted, "I told you it would fit!" and announced JaMarion had won a prize for the biggest tool.
Either my ass was completely numb or it adjusted to the plug, because after a while it didn't hurt when a nerd tore the plug out or jammed it back in. My bare ass cheeks were another story, however. The dweebs were so happy when then shot and finished the competition that they inevitably spanked me as hard as they could, a sort of celebratory end to the fuck. My butt was raw and stinging and I wondered if I'd be able to sit down afterwards. Of course my hole was so ravaged by the gangbang that I might not be able to sit down anyway.
I don't know if every kid at the party fucked me, but almost all must have because I was bent over that damn bench with black dicks rapid firing into me for what seemed like hours. Several nerds wanted seconds. JaMarion even went for thirds, which I was sorta happy about and sorta not happy about. His mammoth meat threatened to split me apart each time he bred me, but once my ass relaxed it felt amazing to have his manhood deep inside me and I hungered for it when he pulled out.
I lost count of the loads in my asscunt. It was a cum cesspool. My jaws threatened to cramp and I was drooling all over the floor because I couldn't close my mouth. Every time someone ripped the butt plug out, a stream of boy juice ran down the backs of my legs. I smelled like a damn cum factory, but I kinda liked the odor. It was the smell of raw sex. I swear the kid who won the fastest fuck started shooting before even shoving his cock into my ass. It was like a 30 second fuck.
The party wound down only because most of the geeks had curfews. Keon kept me chained and plugged until JaMarion and another kid were the only guests left. They released me from the bench, mercifully removed the mouth clamp, put me on my back, held my legs high in the air – my ankles were still tied to the stick – and took turns fucking me again. This time without the stopwatch. It was better with my legs hoisted because the pressure was off my handcuffed arms. It was also better because after seeding my sloppy asscunt, they fed their cocks to me to clean. I got three tastes of the ball juice that filled my ass, although when JaMarion powered his donkey dong into my mouth, I got more than a taste. What seemed like a gallon of fresh jizz was trapped under his huge foreskin. Not that I minded. My ass was another story. I'd pay a price for hosting the nerd's oversized weapon four times. I was sore as all get out.
Keon's other friend took off and Keon and JaMarion removed the handcuffs and the hood. They hesitated over the butt plug. Keon opted to leave it in. "I don't want dick slime all over the floor, jock boy. This stays in your ass. Wear it home and you can keep it as your party prize for the night." I wasn't eager to walk home with the damn thing sticking out of my ass, but he had a point about what would likely gush from it and run down the backs of my legs. Every time the plug had been pulled out cum leaked everywhere.
Surprisingly, the cock cage, hidden beneath the pouch of my singlet, had gone undetected all night. I was embarrassed about it but I wanted the damn thing off. I asked Keon, "Um, can you take the other thing off?"
He knew damn good and well what I was talking about but wanted to make a show of it for JaMarion, so he played dumb. "Pardon me, jock ho. The other thing?"
"The damn cage," I spat. JaMarion looked puzzled.
Keon broke into a big smile. "Oh, that!" He smirked and turned to JaMarion. "Let me show you what the white boy is babbling about." With that, he pulled the singlet aside, revealing my imprisoned cock.
"Holy shit!" JaMarion yelled, his eyes bugging out. "You did that do to him?"
"Yup. Dumb jocks are easy to catch. You can force them to do almost anything. It's almost a shame not to trap them."
"What is that thing?"
"It's a cock cage. Keeps him from getting hard and cumming."
"He can't get hard?"
"Not while this is on him junk."
"Fuck, bro, that's wicked! Is it locked on there?"
"Yup. Our boy is desperate for this key." He held up a tiny key. "But he ain't getting it."
"What?" I sputtered. "You promised you'd take it off if I did everything you said."
"And I make good on my promises, my boy. But I never promised WHEN I'd take it off. I'd say you got another week before that happens. Yo, JaMarion, you wanna sperm jock boy's holes again next Saturday? My parents will be out again until midnight. I figure we might need another go at the ho's holes before we release him."
JaMarion got a big smile. "Fuck yeah! Some more `pull, pound, pump, plug and pop'!"
"That's the plan."
Keon turned to me, smiled sweetly and said, "You're dismissed, ho. Show up at 7:00 p.m. next Saturday. Sharp! Make sure you bring the butt plug back. In your ass. Be ready to be boarded and boned. And wear this red harness and singlet. It's totally you, slut. If you're a good boy and follow orders, I'll take the cock cage off."
I noted he hadn't ordered me to wear only the harness and singlet. I decided to shut up and not press my luck and risk that he'd add more humiliation on top of what he'd planned. The kid seemed to relish coming up with nasty things to do to me. As for next Saturday night, well, once again I had nothing planned. Getting to swing on JaMarion's python a few more times didn't sound like a bad way to spend the night.
Keon unlocked the handcuffs and removed the collar, and I made it home without incident. I ran most of the way, although it was more of an awkward, shuffling jog because of the damn butt plug that was still wedged in my hole. Twice I ducked behind some trees to let groups of dudes pass by. I didn't want to know how they'd react to seeing me wearing only a bright red harness and singlet or worse yet, seeing a big ring sticking out of my bare ass, attached to a butt plug.
I'd resigned myself to explaining to my dad that my costume was the result of a stupid bet at a Halloween party. Like, monumentally stupid. Of course, that wasn't as idiotic as what I'd actually done. Not only was I barely dressed, my fucking cock was caged and I had a ring sticking out of my ass.
To my never-ending relief, my dad wasn't home. He'd left a message on my cell that he was on a date and would be back late. Even so, I had barely minutes to spare before he arrived. Working frantically, I pulled the plug, licked it clean while I dumped an ass full of ball juice from my hole – swallowed most of it – and slipped on some shorts and a T-shirt. As relieved as I was to have escaped disaster, I was frustrated as heck by not being able to whack off.
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If I thought I was frustrated by the cock cage that night, it got exponentially worse. I couldn't think about anything other than my dick. I was jumpy and on edge and had trouble concentrating. It didn't help that the cage seemed to press against my jock strap constantly. I'd decided I had to wear a jock every day because basketball practice had started and I wasn't about to pull my underwear off to change into a jock in the locker room, and risk someone spotting the cage. As it was I had to be careful to keep my back to my locker when I dropped my jeans and slipped into my basketball shorts. Otherwise, the guys on the team would see `Cum Dump' and `Insert Cock Here' scrawled on my butt cheeks. I'd practically scrubbed my skin off trying to remove the Sharpie lettering, to no avail.
The cock cage and the Sharpie work meant I couldn't take a shower after practice either. Instead I had to make up lame excuses about having to rush home. I still had to give D'Marcus a ride and surrender my ass to him.
Since Labor Day, the muscle twink hadn't let a single day during the week – Monday through Thursday – pass without jizzing my ass. Sometimes we fucked at school but more often we did it at his house, provided his mom wasn't home. When neither of those venues worked out, we fucked in the cramped back seat of my car. It was weird getting dicked when I was insanely horny yet knew I couldn't get off. Oddly, I enjoyed it because I could concentrate solely on how the dude's fat prick ramming my hole and crushing my prostate felt.
D'Marcus didn't seem to notice that I was in a jock strap with `Cum Dump' written on my butt. As long as my ass was bare and ready to take his fat prick, he was happy. However, Deandre thought Keon's Sharpie art was hilarious and summoned a couple of D'Marcus' other half-brothers and cousins to check it out. One of the cousins, who I'd never seen before, commented about what a nice ass I had for a white boy. Totally stupid, but I liked the compliment. The group and took particular pains to follow the scribbled instructions and I endured several days of back-to-back gangbangs.
Jeron noticed the writing but hardly commented, only hissing, "Dat right, slut ho. Dis ass is a cum dump." He didn't seem to be curious about who was advertising my hole.
By Saturday I was ready to climb the walls. I showed up early at Keon's house, praying that maybe he'd remove the cock cage before he and JaMarion balled me. I'd knew I'd get rock hard, and there was a risk I'd cum hands-free as they did it, but I didn't care.
Keon had other ideas. He told me the cage would come off later because he loved it when I was mindlessly horny. Which I was. He took the first shot at my ass, making me suck him until he got hard and then pulling the butt plug out and ramming his hard tool into my gaping hole. The plug had opened me up so it didn't hurt at all. It felt great, although having my prostate poked meant it was torture to have my dick imprisoned.
He and JaMarion took turns on my holes, one face-fucking me while the other slam fucked my butthole. It was damn fortunate that Keon forced me to wear the buttplug, because I needed to be opened up for JaMarion's bull cock. His massive slab of black meat looked fatter and longer than it had only a week ago. That wasn't possible, but I definitely found it more amazing and delicious than before. I was so horny that I would have stuck a baseball bat in my ass if it meant I could nut, and I found myself hungering for the kid's black python, not able to get enough of it. It filled me to the point I felt my ass would explode. Pulling his foreskin down over his steel shaft was like sliding a silk sheet over an iron rod.
Keon planted his ass crack on my face whenever he got the chance, and after some hesitation JaMarion got into it too. Rimming him and forcing my tongue into his tight puckered hole caused his humongous tool to jump and lurch.
The geeks seeded my holes four times each before Keon unlocked the cock cage. It felt weird for my cock to be freed from the restraint, but it wasted no time in rising to the occasion, so to speak. At that point I was ready to fist myself into a quick climax, but to my surprise Keon grabbed my bone, played with it like it was a new toy and began licking. JaMarion followed his buddy and soon I had two nerds sucking my balls and dick. I didn't have time to enjoy their mouth action because I was ready to blow. I gasped for breath as Keon pulled his mouth off my pole and growled, "Give it to me, white boy. I wanna see what a week of jock cum looks like." I shot, and shot, and shot. I don't recall a bigger load. It coated the two dweebs' faces. However, even though it was huge, it was far from the best climax I'd had; I was simply under too much pressure.
My next load, also coaxed from my balls by the joint efforts of the dweeby twinks' mouth work, felt better. It covered my abs as I ate Keon's ass and fisted JaMarion's uncut ass destroyer. The kids seemed excited by the size of both of my loads and happily slurped them down. After I got back to my dad's I whacked off twice more. It was great to have my cock back.
Keon never made another effort to conscript me as his resident cock whore. Perhaps he'd tired of torturing and humiliating me, but I really think he was excited to have discovered JaMarion's bone and was getting it on with his buddy. Was he letting JaMarion fuck him? I suspected so. He'd seen me go bonkers when JaMarion boned me, and I think he was curious about bottoming. If he was accommodating his buddy's massive tool, I kinda envied him. JaMarion's meat was incredible and I would have gladly swopped positions with Keon. Not that D'Marcus' reliably juicy beer can prick wasn't keeping my ass well-bred.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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