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I will never forget the day that I doomed humanity. It started like any other day. I was on my way to work and like usual I stopped off at my local coffee bar and got myself a Cafe Mocha to go. As I was exiting a man came up to me and asked if I could give him a lift to the hospital. His wife had gone in to labor and he was on his way to join her for the birth of their first baby when his car broke down. I was somewhat in a hurry myself to get to work, but I just couldn't leave him there. I looked around to see if maybe there was a cab but no such luck. I looked him up and down and he looked ok. I mean he was in a nice suit and looked like a decent human being. So, I said sure. As I pulled away from the curb and back in to traffic he grabbed my wrist. I felt hot and kind of light headed, yet somehow I managed to keep driving. He told me to turn right at the next light. Try as I might I couldn't disobey him. I turned right. We drove down Marshall Ave. a few blocks and then he told me to turn left on Harbor St. Again, I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice. I turned left. After another few blocks he told me to pull over. We were in the old part of town that was mostly warehouses and old storefronts that were no longer in use. I stopped in front of this big warehouse. He told me to get out and I did. Never once did he let go of my wrist. I was still hot and dizzy, yet able to stand and walk. He got out on my side of the car and led me to a door in the side of the warehouse. After closing the door, we walked in to the warehouse a good ways. There on the floor was and old mattress. Suddenly his hand started to glow and I got incredibly hot, the room started spinning, blackness engulfed me. That was the last thing I remember until I woke. When I came too I found myself lying naked on the mattress. It was cool and I began to shiver. I wanted to get up but I couldn't. I couldn't move my arms or legs, yet they weren't bound. Then I saw him. He was standing there naked. He was a good 6" 2" tall and must have weighed 190 or so pounds. He had brown hair, green eyes and no hair on his body whatsoever. His cock was quite impressive as well; limp it was 9" long and a good 2" thick. He started walking closer. I found I could talk. I asked what he wanted. He said he wanted my body. I thought great I have been kidnapped by a fag that was probably going to rape me and then kill me. This freaked me out. I had only had sex once and that was with my girlfriend. I had never thought or ever dreamed about having sex with another man. Slowly he moved closer. He kneeled down on the mattress and crawled over to me. In no time he was straddling me. He bent down like he was going to kiss me. He opened his mouth and out whipped this long tongue. It must have been a good 20 inches long. It was all over my face and chest. I started to freak out, but I still couldn't move. What the hell was this guy? Humans don't have tongues like that. The tongue retreated back in to his mouth. He then brought his lips to mine and we kissed. It was a strange thing. His lips were very warm and moist and it was a tender loving kiss. Then he opened his mouth wider and covered not only my mouth by my nose as well. I started becoming light headed. I couldn't breath. Just as I was about to pass out I strange smell and taste filled my nose, mouth and lungs. The coming blackness receded and my mind cleared. Somehow he was breathing for me. Each time he inhaled I exhaled. Each time he exhaled I inhaled. Along with oxygen there was something else. It was a strange taste and smell one I thought I had smelled and tasted before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The more I breathed in the stranger I began to feel. Over the next few minutes, I got hotter and my body started to go numb, I thought for sure he was poisoning me and I was going to die. My cock started getting hard and precum started oozing from my piss slit. Slowly he uncovered my mouth and nose and moved down to my crotch. He started sniffing my cock and balls all the time he was growling, my god I thought through the fog and numbness in my body and head he is in heat or something. Slowly he opened his mouth and that god-awful tongue came out. It flicked at my piss slit lapping up my precum. Then it started working its way down my piss hole. God the pain, it was like a red hot poker sliding in to my cock cooking it from the inside. Deeper and deeper his tongue went. The deeper he went the more pain I felt. I didn't know how long I would be able to take it before I passed out. Always on the verge of passing out, yet never able to, slowly his tongue burrowed ever deeper in to my cock. I could feel it worming around inside of me. I began to panic more, but still I couldn't move. My arms and my legs just wouldn't respond to what I wanted to do. I was yelling at them with my mind, but they wouldn't listen. It took him a good five minutes to work half of his tongue in to my cock. He paused for a minute and looked up at me. Then he continued on. Slowly deeper and deeper he went, the pain grew worse with every centimeter, and then there was sharp pain in my balls. Then a fire spread throughout them. My god his tongue was in my nuts. I began to shake the pain was so bad. All the time I could feel his tongue moving around inside me. By this time he had his lips to my cock head. He opened his mouth and kept right on working down my shaft. In less than a minute he had his tongue all the way in me, the end of his tongue buried in my nuts, my cock was now lodged down his throat. Slowly he began to suck. The pain was slowly replaced with an intense pleasure. It was a cross of needing to pee, coming and a dull pain in my balls. The intensity built, I could tell I was going to shoot, but how. Then an intense orgasm moved through my balls, up my cock and in to his mouth. I was coming, but his tongue was acting like a straw. As he siphoned the come from my balls and intense fire spread from my cock to my nuts. He was filling them up with something. My balls began to grow heavy and sag in their sack. Between the seemingly never-ending orgasm, the now dull pain and the drugging I couldn't stop shaking. Slowly my balls filled with his alien juice, the more he pumped in the larger they grew, the heavier they became and the lower the hung. I was so wrapped up in the feelings I was having, both the good and the bad that I didn't notice him raise his hand to my neck or the thin needle like talon sticking out. In one quick thrust the talon sunk in to my neck. I never felt a thing. Blackness fogged my vision; my last thought before slipping in to unconsciousness was the end is here. My life is over. Thank god! I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke my balls burned and I felt nauseous. I tried to look down and see what he had done to my cock and balls, but I still couldn't move. It was then that he came in to sight. He was still naked; he walked over to me and kneeled down on the mattress. He put he hand on my forehead. "I am sorry my pet for the pain, but it was necessary. If I hadn't anesthetized you before hand the pain would have been far worse. You are running a fewer now, but it should break soon." "What did you do to me?" "Oh, my pet I did something wonderful to you. From now on every time you come, you will shoot my alien seed. My seed will transform anyone you have sex with. It will change them like I changed you. Then your world will be ours!" "Why? If you had to do all of this to me how can changing others to be like be so easy for me?" "Simple my pet, my seed that you will spread has now been adapted to human physiology. Now it can transform you species with ease. Until I changed you my seed would have been ineffective if I had just spewed in your ass. But, now it can transform humans simply by being introduced in to their body. For males it will alter their testicles, for women it will alter their ovaries." "You have one problem, you alien piece of shit. There is no way I would fuck anyone now!" "Now, now my pet, soon you will change you mind. When I am done with you, you won't be able to plant enough seed. You will be like that man from one of your fables, the one that planted apple seeds." "Johnny Apple Seed?" "Yes, that is the one. You will be like a horny demented Johnny Apple Seed. Except instead of planting apples you will be planting the end of your species as you know them." "Fuck you, FUCK YOU! You son of bitch! FUCK YOU!" "No my pet, fuck you!" With a low growl he slowly began to raise my legs up to my shoulders. I could feel him position his cock against my hole, then I felt him shudder and a burning sensation spread over my asshole and asscrack. A gland on his cock had just sprayed a lubricant all over my asshole. Slowly he pressed his cock in to my hole. Every few seconds I felt him shudder and more of his lube was released coating my insides making it easier for him to penetrate my tight virgin opening. In just a few seconds he was balls deep in me. I tried to get away, but still I couldn't move. I was at his mercy and he was going to fuck me. He leaned down and once again covered my nose and mouth with his mouth. Again, my lungs filled with his anesthetizing gas, but this time it was different. I became hot and light headed. His cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. In minutes I was filled with so much lust that I would have rode a fence post, splinters and all. At first he didn't move. Our eyes locked on one another, I became lost in his green eyes. It was like I was in another world. Slowly he pulled out and then pushed back in. With each thrust of his powerful cock my mind soared higher. In and out he pumped his massive cock. Every few seconds more lube was released. My hole was so warm and slick with his goo it was like sliding on ice, his now massive 14" cock was burrowing deep in to my guts with each inward thrust, sending me higher and higher. He began to grunt and pound my ass harder. I could feel ever vein in his monstrous cock as it massaged my rectum. My mind screamed no by my ass, cock and balls screamed more, more, more. Between the gas and his cock sliding in and out of my guts I thought I was going to die from pleasure. Then with one final plunge he began to shudder, and then warmth filled my belly as his seed gushed in to my guts. He just lay on top of me with his cock buried balls deep in to me spewing his alien seed.. His balls rested against my ass crack and I could feel them contract and expand with each gush of alien cream. First a minute passed and still he came, then five minutes passed and still he kept coming. Then ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed and still more alien spew filled my guts. I could feel my belly grow and harden as I received an alien come enema. As he spewed his seed in to me I drowned in his green eyes. Slowly the hate I felt for him was replaced with love and a desire to please him. Finally after I don't know how long he pulled out. He moved my legs back down on to the mattress, I could see my belly it was hard and extremely extended. He moved up by my head and lovely caressed my cheek. "When your body is done absorbing my seed, you will be ours. You will go free to spread our seed to your people. Within a year the human race as you know it will be no more." I wanted to cry, but just couldn't get upset enough to do it. I know I should be upset at what was happening, what had happened and what I was going to do. But, somehow it seemed like the best thing that ever happened to me. As I lay there on the mattress over the next few ours my body absorbed the alien come in my belly. Slowly my belly reduced in size, the smaller it became the hornier I grew. The more I wanted to fuck and the more in love with my alien captor I became. After three hours my belly was back to normal, I was his and had one thing on my mind. To spread his - our seed, to change all of man kind, to please my master, my alien master and captor, he moved over next to me and lay down. He waved his hand over my body and with that I could move. I moved over next to him and nestled my head in his chest. Soon we were both asleep. The invasion of Earth could wait until morning. The next morning I woke up to find him still asleep next to me, for the first time in my life I had a morning hardon. I began rubbing my hands over his body and slowly moved my way to his ass cheeks. They were so firm, round, and perfect I moved them apart and slowly inserted my hard cock in to his hole. It was like it knew what I wanted and it opened to allow me easy entrance. I felt a strange feeling in my cock and then a wonderful tingling in my cock head. I knew then that I had just sprayed my first bit of alien lube. With his hole now slick and open to me I had no trouble sinking my cock in to him. I heard him sigh and I did too. Over the next 15 minutes I pumped in and out of his ass. With the constant release of lube his hole was super slick and my cock moved in and out of him like it was how it was meant to be. It felt so right, I was so in love I would do anything for him. I would kill myself if it made him happy. With one final thrust, my nuts released their now alien seed. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, my orgasm wasn't just in my cock and balls it traveled up my spine and to my brain. I screamed out in ecstasy as my cock continued to spew in my alien lover's hole. When it was done I pulled out of him and wrapped my arms around him and started suckling on his nipples for my morning breakfast. After eating I got dressed and set out in to the city looking for other humans. It took less than a year and the entire population of Earth was transformed. Humans no longer bred among themselves instead they waited for the arrival of our alien masters. Then we would begin breeding. After my job was finished I returned to my alien lover. We left Earth soon after the arrival of his - our people. Our job - to go forth in the galaxy, find new worlds to transform. But, that is another story.
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The sound of deep, comfortable breathing whispered through Kyle Riverton's bedroom as he slept. Under his blankets, Kyle's pretty 6 inch penis throbbed softly in full erection. Every so often, a low, satisfied moan could be heard, bypassing Kyle's closed mouth and escaping through his nostrils. Kyle was having a dream. The dream was Kyle's favorite. In his mind, Kyle was rhythmically making love to his girlfriend of the past few months, Trina. He felt the same wonderful combination of pleasure and love which he always felt when he and Trina had sex in real life, only much amplified. But the dream suddenly began to change, unlike previous versions. Trina started pushing Kyle away, and he felt confused and sad. Kyle hesitantly rose and pulled up Trina, who walked away and then passed through a closed door, as if by magic. When she reappeared a moment later, a fantastic and bizarre matamorphisis had occured. A long, extremely thick erection bounced in front of her as Trina walked towards him. The cock looked exactly like Matt's, but with no accompanying testicles. Stirring in his sleep more restlessly than before, Kyle was both disturbed and excited by the images inside his head. The dream quickly shifted to a new scene. Trina was pounding Kyle's ass, expertly thrusting the large penis at her crotch into his rear. Kyle experienced no pain, only the wonderful feeling of being full and having his prostate massaged. Trina's long hair brushed lightly against Kyle's back as she plunged into him doggie style, and he pushed back to greet her. Kyle thought maybe he was in heaven until he felt Trina withdrawing. Annoyed, Kyle turned his head and looked behind himself and realized Trina wasn't withdrawing at all. She was being pulled back and up by Matt, who had a mean look on his face. His crotch, though not gory, was devoid of the mighty weapon that he was so proud of. Only two gigantic, hairy testicles were on display there. "Mmmm, mmm, uuuhh," Kyle muttered in his sleep, his body reacting to a rush of fear induced adrenaline. It wasn't enough. Kyle remained asleep, and helplessly watched as Matt somehow removed the phallus from Trina and attached it to the empty space between his loins. Trina didn't struggle and seemed to be in no pain as it happened. Restored, Matt lay on his back, looking straight at Kyle. With a crooked smile, he pointed his erection obscenely in Kyle's direction. As if some force were controlling his body, Kyle found himself walking towards Matt against his will. He straddled Matt's waist and slowly lowered himself onto Matt's reclaimed manhood. This time, there was pain. Trina's dark eyes glittered with rage as she watched Kyle rapidly fuck himself on Matt's engorged prick. Kyle looked at her helplessly as he squatted up and down in increasing rapidity. By the time she turned to leave, the real Kyle was tossing and turning in his sleep. Still he did not awaken. A great roar of laughter burst from Matt's mouth when she was gone, and finally the spell was broken. Pulling himself free, Kyle sprinted after Trina. But when he reached the door, all he saw was whiteness. The outside world was empty. Kyle, enraged, turned to face Matt and then issued a terrified, silent scream that hurt his entire body. Matt had been transformed, or maybe replaced. Looking dumbly into Kyle's eyes was the single most horrifying thing he had ever seen. The thing stood about nine feet tall and its massive bulk was covered in coarse, shaggy hair. It looked like some kind of profane human hybrid, but Kyle couldn't say with what other species. He saw features that reminded him of cattle, goats, felines, and wolves all at once. Kyle couldn't decide if it looked like something out of a Greek myth or the beast in Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast'. Most of all the thing looked demonic. Skin was visible through the dense hair only around the gnarled muscles of its chest and stomach. The skin was a sickeningly vivid shade of red, like a babboons ass. Long hairs grew more sparsely on the creature's ruddy face. Kyle could not look away from the small, golden eyes that peered at him with an expression of infinite stupidity. Below them was a huge, cowlike nose with flaring nostrils. From above, thick, gangly eyebrows partially obstructed the beast's view. Protruding from the creature's forehead were two thick, short horns the color of black shoe polish. The only attractive feature on the monster was its lips. They were thick, crimson, and sensuous. Suddenly the lips parted, and a surprisingly normal voice issued from them. "Now, Kyle," the creature said calmly, and looked down below it's rippled belly. From the thick fur at the beast's crotch, Kyle watched in apallation as an unearthly erection began to emerge. It crept upward and grew with alarming speed. When it had completed its ascent, Kyle shook like an epileptic. He desparately wanted to run, but his feet seemed paralyzed. The cock was impossibly huge, perhaps a foot and a half long. Glowing red, the cockhead was comparatively small, about the size of a large lemon. The grotesque phallus rapidly thickened from there, until it reached the circumferance of a litre bottle of cola for the last 10 inches. Covered in giant, non-oozing warts, the red monstrosity of a cock curved upwards like a scimitar. A stream of thick, greenish semen dangled from its tip. Still unable to move, Kyle could only watch in rising anxiety as the abberation seemed to glide towards him, despite its bulk. Kyle screamed, both in his dream and in reality, as the beast's yellow, pointed nails touched his naked hip and he felt hot, rotten breath on his back. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Jolted back into concsiousness, Kyle lay his hand over his chest. His heart thumped madly, and his sheets were soaked with perspiration. Unwilling to risk a repeat of the sickening nightmare, Kyle switched on his lamp and retrieved a book. He had no intention of sleeping ever again. ------------------------------------------------------- Kyle had experienced many nightmares over the past year. They had started shortly after his two forced sexual encounters with Matt. Usually the dreams were a replay of those rapes, except that there was always an observer watching in the nightmares. Sometimes the witness was a girl Kyle was attracted to, sometimes one of his buddies. The worst nightmare of all had been of Kyle's father watching with a cruel smile as Matt held him down and violated his ass. The nightmares had tapered off by the time Kyle started his first year at college, probably because he had other things on his mind. Josiah Riverton, Kyle's father, had chosen the college Kyle was to attend years before the boy graduated from high school. The school was moderately prestigious, but also somewhat obscure. Most of Kyle's friends had never heard of the place, and none of them had applied for entrance there. Consequently, Kyle found himself without a social life during his first semester of college. Quiet and shy, Kyle did not make friends easily, and he didn't get involved with extra curricular activities. Although Kyle enjoyed watching sports, he didn't have the competative instinct required for active participation. Thus, he didn't have many prospects for improving his lonely existence. Kyle's best and only friend during that time was his penis. When not attending classes or studying, Kyle mostly sat in his dorm room alone, watching TV or masturbating. He loved pleasuring himself, and spent hours jerking his cock and playing with his ass. Nightmares hadn't been the only result of Matt's rapes. Kyle had been shocked after the second violation when his cock had grown hard as he cleaned his dripping hole. Face pink with shame, Kyle had explored his gaping anus with two fingers, gasping lightly each time he touched his own prostate gland. Then, summoning all of his willpower, Kyle had removed the fingers and turned his mind away from sex. To his great relief, his erection soon wilted. Unfortunately, during Kyle's usual wank session the next evening, he had felt an unmistakable tingling deep inside of his butt. Kyle managed to resist the temptation to finger it that evening, but after a week of similar experiences, Kyle gave in. Thereafter, he frequently fingered himself as he masturbated, and his orgasms were always more intense when he did so. At college, Kyle had a lot more privacy than formerly, and so was able to masturbate with much greater frequency. One night while jerking his cock and working a finger up his chute, an idea sprouted in Kyle's mind. He had lately grown a little bored with his one handed, one fingered sex life. Getting up, he began a frantic search through his tiny, messy dorm room. Then, pausing, Kyle turned and opened his closet door. There, below his hanging shirts, was a box full of odds and ends that his mother had packed. Rumaging wildy through the junk, Kyle found what his was looking for near the bottom. Triumphantly pulling out a white candle, Kyle looked at it for a moment and then took it with him back to his bed. The candle was double the width of Kyle's index finger, and much longer. Wiping it with his own saliva, Kyle raised his legs and pushed the utilitarian object into his rectum. He loved the feel of it inside him, and began to work the candle in and out of his hole as he stroked his cock. Disembodied images of large breasts and furry vaginas danced through his head as he manipulated himself to a powerful climax. From that day on, the candle became a regular part of Kyle's sex life. He began using hand lotion to lubricate the thing, and that made it even nicer. Kyle always had intense ejaculations when the candle was working inside him, although he never came without touching himself as he did when Matt had taken him the second time. Content to pleasure himself with his waxen toy, Kyle never entertained the notion of getting fucked again by a real, fleshy penis and never thought about men as he played with himself. He soon became comfortable in his mind with the fact that he enjoyed being penetrated, and it didn't cause him undo stress. It became a daily ritual. Anothe daily routine was spending a few hours each evening studying at the campus library. Although on his own and without roomates, Kyle found that he was less susceptible to a certain type of distraction when he studied in public. Usually, Kyle read in the main study room, but on this particular night he was pouring over some dusty old psychology volumes on the less frequented fourth floor. After an hour and a half of deep concentration, Kyle's became aware of an increasing pressure in his stomach. He left his books on the old wooden mini desk and went in search of the facilities. He eventually found a door labelled 'Men' and entered into a small, rather squalid restroom. Kyle rushed to the nearest stall of two, quickly pulled down his pants, and let nature take its coarse. Midway through his bowel movement, Kyle noticed that there was a hole the size of a pepsi can bored into the wall dividing the two stalls. Looking more closely, Kyle noticed writing on the dingy walls of the cubicle. Some notes were scribbled in shaky ball point pen, others scratched into the hard plastic. He also noticed faint and broken lines where other writing had been mostly eliminated. After he had cleaned up, Kyle leaned over and read some of the notes. One message said, 'Big, uncut cock needs servicing, lunch hour.' Another read, 'Talented sucker, 3-6 tuesdays. Tap 3 times if you want excellent head. Stick it thru if you hear 2 taps in response.' But the message that really turned Kyle on was, 'love to plow a hot ass, 7 pm, try again if no luck.' Near to this last scribble was a remarkably good drawing in pencil of a huge erection in the act of exaggerated ejaculation. Kyle was growing increasingly horny, but a sense of fear also swept through him. He quickly buttoned up and exited the john. Forsaking his studies, Kyle instead rushed home and furiously jerked his cock while pummeling his anus with his trusty candle. But, try as he might, Kyle could not forget about the dirty restroom. The idea of having his ass fucked by some anonymous stranger whom he would never have to look at seemed too perfect for Kyle to dismiss. The following evening, nervous and needy, Kyle had returned to the graffiti covered stall. He sat for a few minutes with his pants up re-examining the scrawled words. Around 7:15, Kyle began to feel bored and was about to make his exit when he heard the mensroom door squeek open. His heart pounded in his chest as heavy footsteps came nearer and nearer. By the time the door to the neighboring stall had been pulled open, Kyle thought he might have a heart attack. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, and Kyle's heartbeat slowed down to a more normal rate. Kyle assumed that the other person had only come to take a shit, but his heart jumped again in his chest when he heard 3 distinctive taps. Although almost paralyzed with fear, Kyle tapped twice in response. He wasn't sure it was the correct code, but Kyle was curious to see what would happen. There was some noise from the other side of the wall, some movement there. Kyle stood and moved closer to the waist level hole. Again, he heard 3 taps, and again Kyle tapped twice. This procedure was repeated once more before Kyle heard the distinctive noise of a belt being unbuckled. Unable to move, his eyes glued to the hole, Kyle waited. A moment later a pink, circumsized erection was pushed partially through the smooth opening. It looked to be 6 inches long, and was much thicker than Kyle's precious candle. Kyle wondered why the man didn't push his cock all the way through, but he figured it must be some strange bathroom sex etiquette. A powerful lust spurred Kyle into immediate, though inexperienced, action. He spit into his hand and then wrapped it around the pulsating member. The cock was silky smooth and hot to the touch. After a few lubricating strokes, Kyle began to undo his trousers and almost tripped over them when they were pooled around his ankles. Shuffling clumsily, Kyle turned sideways in the stall and bent over. He placed the palms of his hands against the opposite wall for support. Then he maneuvered his legs backward until he felt the anonymous erection poke against his left asscheek. Again, Kyle spit into his hand and worked the saliva up his tight hole. He adjusted his position slightly, pulled his buttcheeks apart, and began to back onto the iron hard prick. "Uhhhhh", Kyle moaned as his anal walls slid over the stranger's dick until his asscheeks were flattened against the cold partition. He knew he had to be quiet, but he couldn't help groaning at the painful stretching. The guy on the other side remained still as Kyle's insides adjusted to the intruder, and Kyle was grateful. After a few moments, he began to move back and forth along the shaft, masturbating his stiff penis slowly to avoid a premature ejaculation. The stranger responded immediately when he felt Kyle's movement. Although the position was awkward, the man began vigorously thrusting his cock into Kyle's warm passage. Kyle grunted as his prostate was stimulated to a degree beyond the power of his magic candle. Unable to stop himself, Kyle began jacking his cock wildly, knowing that he wouldn't last long and not caring. The cock inside him pistoned through his sphincter, sending shivers of pleasure through the middle part of Kyle's body. "Grrrrraaaahhhh", Kyle heard from the other side of the partition 3 minutes later and realized the guy must be coming. Kyle slammed his ass all the way back onto the exposed part of the ejaculating cock, and unleashed his own load onto the grimy linoleum below. The other man yanked his cock out midway into Kyle's ejaculation with a violence that increased the intensity of Kyle's orgasm. Seconds after the last shot had been discharged, Kyle grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off his ass and cock. He quickly stuffed his still hard penis into his briefs and pulled up his pants. Kyle was anxious to be out of there, but he wanted to be sure he wouldn't be seen by the other guy. Leaning down, Kyle was disappointed to see two brown boots below levi covered legs spread in front of the toilet. Unsure of what to do, Kyle sat down and waited, hoping to hear the stranger leave. Kyle assumed the guy was another horny college student, but he really didn't want to know. His only interest had been in the pink erection that had so recently fucked his ass. Kyle leaned down again, and saw that the man was still in the same position. Reasoning that the dude was probably taking a dump, Kyle gathered his courage and pushed open the stall door. At that instant, the neighboring door flew open, and Kyle stood face to face with the man that had just ridden his ass. Blood rushed to Kyle's head and he thought he might pass out from mortification. Kyle understood instantly why the man hadn't pushed his cock all the way through the hole. It hadn't been possible. "Oh dear Jesus, I just got fucked by Santa Claus," was the first rational thought that popped into Kyle's mind. The man in front of him indeed bore a striking resemblance to old Saint Nick, despite having a distinctly un-Clauslike deep tan. He was perhaps an inch shorter than Kyle, but much, much wider. His belly preceded him by well over a foot, bulging over his more narrow waist. Though not quite as bushy, the man's beard, mustache, and eyebrows were white and pure Santa. Otherwise, he appeared to be quite robust, with big muscular arms and a barrel chest. Gasping for air, Kyle ran like a madman from the restroom after noticing Santa's shrewd blue eyes roaming over his body. Thoughts of suicide soon entered the dangerous mix of emotions in Kyle's head, and they didn't disappear when he got back to his dorm. Hyperventilating, Kyle threw himself onto his bed and allowed his tears to fall. His body shook with each deep sob. Ten minutes later, a calmer Kyle sat up on his bed and wiped the wetness from his cheeks. "Oh my god, I got porked by fucking Santa!" Kyle said loudly, then burst into laughter. It was the only way his mind could cope. Back at the library, only outside of it this time, William Rollins licked his lips in rememberance as he studied the herbiage growing in the library's courtyard. Old Rolly, as his friends called him (those that didn't call him Santa behind his back), wasn't showing his usual concentation over the plants. His mind kept wandering back to the adorable brown haired boy that he had screwed less than half an hour before. He licked his pudgy lips in remembrance of the terrified, doe-like brown eyes and the round, retreating ass. Strangers might have paused with concern at the sight of the odd, rotund man inspecting the campus plants, but most people at the college knew and liked Rolly. He was the head groundskeeper on campus, and the beauty all around testified to Rolly's competence. Not as a groundskeeper, Rolly rarely lifted a finger nowadays, but as someone that was good at giving orders. The real work was done by Rolly's underlings, almost all of whom were handsome young men. Ocassionally, Rolly hired a young woman, but he only did so as an act of self preservation. Ironically, it was the young women that lasted the longest in old Rolly's employ, because he mostly left them alone. The young men had a much rougher time, having their work minutely inspected and constantly criticized by the portly man. Rolly enjoyed nothing better than barking commands at frightened looking young men, and watching them scurry off to obey. A couple of librarians had thought it odd that Rolly should ocassionally visit the library, especially at night. But they were never unduly concerned. After all, Rolly was about the jolliest, most friendly man they had ever met, and he had been with the college a very long time. Only certain athletic male employees were not deceived by Rolly's seemingly constant good humor. Easily surviving a couple of rather nasty student complaints in years past, Rolly pretty much had free reign of the campus. Nearly a month had passed before Rolly spotted the gorgeous brunette kid again. He had kept his eyes peeled for the boy, but wasn't too surprised that the kid didn't return to the library restroom. So when Rolly spotted Kyle walking in his direction one evening near the campus square, he had no intention of missing his opportunity. Kyle turned quickly when he noticed Santa walking his way across the bricks of the campus square, and picked up his pace. "Hey kid, wait up," came the man's hearty voice. It was merry, and surprisingly melodious. Kyle stopped a moment with indecision, and that's all it took for the deceptively spry Rolly to overtake him. Kyle looked at his shoes as Rolly spoke to him. "Where ya been lately, kid?" he asked in a good natured voice, "I was kinda hoping to run into you again." "Uh, been busy lately, schoolwork," replied Kyle, his voice muted. "Well, looks like you're done now." "Uh, yeah." "Why don't we go hang out at your place for a while. You live on campus?" "Yeah, um, no." "Which one, kid?" "I live on campus, but I don't want to hang out." Rolly turned his head right and then left, checking to see if anyone was around. He saw no one else. "Look kid, I'm gonna make this simple," he started, in his mind working up a huge line of bull shit to feed to the kid, "you must be new here because you don't seem to know who I am. I'm gonna tell ya. I am Bill Rollins, head of campus security. I happen to have in my posession a certain videotape filmed from a surveilance camera in a certain stall in a certain restroom in the library. Seems that some illegal activities have been happening there. I've had to call the cops a couple of times. Are you getting my meaning?" Kyle looked at the man uncertainly for a moment before responding, "I don't believe you." Santa whipped out his wallet, and displayed a faked campus identication, watching as Kyle's eyes widened. He had persuaded Ms. Mills in admissions to make it as part of a faculty practical joke years ago, and Rolly had always suspected that the ID might be of further use. "Bbbut, Wouldn't the tape show you too?" asked Kyle, faltering. "Course not, there are two cameras, one for each stall. Neither of em catches anything from the next stall." "Uh no, that can't be legal," responded Kyle, but not really sure. Sick of waiting, the mask of Rolly's false good humor evaporated instantly. "Look, punk," he growled, menacingly, "you're fucked one way or the other." He grabbed Kyle's arm and gave a painful squeeze, then began dragging Kyle along with him. "Where do you live, fuckwad?" said Rolly. Terrified, Kyle spat out involuntarily, "Larsen Hall." Kyle, unsure of what to do, followed the domineering man to his dorm, enormously relieved to find the communal passageways deserted. Trembling, he unlocked and opened his door, then fell as Rolly pushed him inside. "Get naked and get on your knees, fag!" Rolly barked after the door slammed shut. Tears sprang from Kyle's eyes. A part of him knew that Rolly was full of shit, but another part of him was still scared. The nasty, hateful look in the man's cold blue eyes spurred Kyle into a sort of helpless submission. He knew Rolly could and would make his life on campus a living hell if Kyle didn't do as he was told. Smiling, Rolly drank in the sight of the naked and shivering teen. Kyle's beauty filled him with both envy and lust. He quickly pulled off his own clothes, and was angered by the obvious look of disgust in Kyle's eyes. "I said on your knees, piss ant!" screamed Rolly. Kyle dropped to his knees immediately and looked at Rolly's naked form. In contrast to his deeply tanned face and arms, Rolly's hefty torso was as white as a frog's belly. Only a few hairs grew on his well developed chest, and they were as white as his beard. Peaking below the protruding belly, Kyle noticed that the trim pubic bush was also snowy white. The patch of hair looked ridiculously small below the immensity of Rolly's middle. "Hands on the ground, kid, and stick out your tongue!" Rolly demanded. When Kyle complied, Rolly turned around and spread his large ass. Kyle gagged in revulsion as his face was covered by the fat but also muscular cheeks. "Lick my hole, kid," came Rolly's voice, now husky but no less commanding. Kyle stuck out his tongue and repressed his rising gorge. His face was surrounded by flesh, and the stagnant, musky smell was awful. Somehow, Kyle's tongue found the tiny hole in the center of the man's big ass and he began licking it. Rolly grunted in pleasure as Kyle poked his tongue into the clammy anus. Tears poured down Kyle's pink cheeks. After a couple of minutes, Santa pulled his butt off of Kyle's face and positioned his pink erection at Kyle's hole. The cock looked much larger than it had peeking through the gloryhole, as Rolly's belly had prevented its full length from emerging. Kyle yelped as Rolly rammed the spit soaked erection into his puckered anus in one brutal shove. Unlike the previous encounter, Rolly didn't give Kyle a chance to adjust to his size. He proceeded to fuck Kyle's ass like a crazed rabbit, his big gut casting a shadow over much of Kyle's muscled back. Rolly's fingers dug painfully into Kyle's narrow hips, holding the young man still for the pounding fuck. Kyle felt an overwhelming sense of self disgust as his cock hardened. The frenzied pace of the thrusts over his prostate was too much, and Kyle's penis inevitably responded to the stimulation. He knew that stroking his cock would take his mind off of the pain, and 30 seconds after he began his penis fired powerful blasts of semen onto the carpet as Rolly's dick drilled almost mechanically into his anus. A minute later, Rolly pressed his great belly against Kyle's back and wrapped his beefy arms around Kyle's chest. "Oh, OH, OHH, OHHHHHH SHIT!" Rolly bellowed as his seed spewed deep into Kyle's now sloppy hole. After Rolly had withdrawn his wilted penis, Kyle began to stand. "Stay on your knees, faggot!" Rolly roared, and Kyle dropped back down. He remained that way as old Rolly dressed, and didn't get up until the Santa look alike had departed. An unbearable depression overcame Kyle after Rolly had gone, and he truly felt his life was no longer worth living. Although he had pondered suicide briefly after his first encounter with Rolly, Kyle now began making real plans. Never previously interested in the subject, Kyle wanted to find the easiest and most pain free method of killing himself. He didn't want to experience any more suffering than necessary. Kyle had even gone so far as to write a suicide note, and he meant to perfect it until he found just the right words. But the epitaph was second on Kyle's list to finding the right method. Skipping classes the next day, Kyle went straight to the library after he had gotten up and began to research. Along with psychology books, the 4th floor of the library also contained medical texts. Uncomfortable being so near to where he'd first met Rolly, Kyle was a little nervous as he searched the shelves for the book that he thought might help him. Finding the right row, Kyle scanned the numbers on each label and felt a sense of panic rising within himself when he realized the book was missing. "Where IS IT?" he asked aloud, his voice growing more hysterical with each word. "Can I help you find something?" a kind, gentle voice answered. Kyle, on edge to begin with, nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized he wasn't alone. He was on the verge of tears when he turned to face the source of the voice. "Uh, uh, I'm sorry, didn't know anyone else was here," Kyle said with embarrassment. Like a dumbstruck idiot, Kyle stared at the young woman on the other end of the small aisle. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and Kyle almost immediately felt a renewed interest in life. "Sorry if I startled you," giggled the girl, "I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people." "It's totally cool," replied Kyle, too eagerly. "Which book were you looking for?" asked the girl, "I do work here, you know." "Uh, um, I can't remember," Kyle responded lamely, still staring. The young woman laughed again, and she seemed even more vital and pretty. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of her hair, a great mane of auburn curls, startling in contrast to her flawless porcelain skin. "Are you alright? You seem sort of out of it." "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just that, oh, I'm really sorry," said Kyle, finally getting ahold of himself. "Don't be sorry," answered the girl, in a friendly tone. "I'm Trina." A long, thin hand was extended to Kyle. It was as white and graceful as a dove. A chill passed through him as Kyle shook it, and he was again struck speechless. He held her hand for just a moment too long, and Trina pulled it back. "Well, if I can help you, let me know," she said abruptly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Wwwait!" Kyle spluttered, "would, I mean, can I take you to dinner sometime? I know I'm doing this all wrong, but.....well, would you consider it?" Trina looked into Kyle's warm brown eyes for a moment. They were filled with earnesty and desire. Although the boy clearly lacked social skills, he seemed sweet and he was definitely cute. "Well, I guess that would be alright," said Trina, making a decision, "where will we go?" "Um, I am not sure yet," responded Kyle ineptly, "but I will find somewhere great. Can I get your phone number, or would you prefer to call me?" "I would feel better if I were the one to call," said Trina, "but I definitely will call. What time is good?" "Any time!" said Kyle, excitedly, "I mean, I'm home after classes at 4. Here, I'll write down my number. Do you have a pencil?" "Duh," laughed Trina, and retrieved the one buried in the thick curls above her ear. Kyle laughed sheepishly, his cheeks growing pink. Trina was becoming more attracted to him by the second, and she knew she would actually call the young man. In fact, she called him later that same evening and Kyle did indeed find a wonderful little cafe, with excellent food. They had a natural rapport from the beginning, and their relationship developed rapidly. After two weeks, they spent just about every free hour together and decided to not see other people. Although Trina was concerned about Kyle's seeming isolation, she understood how it had happened, and sympathized. Kyle grew more confident and outgoing after meeting Trina, and his sex life became better because it was now shared. He did still sometimes feel that strange itch inside of his ass, but with Trina he could ignore it. About a month after Trina and Kyle began dating, they passed Rolly while strolling hand in hand across the campus. Rolly was surprised and angered to see the change that had taken place in Kyle. He stared hard at the young man as he passed, but Kyle seemed to look right through him, as if he couldn't be bothered. Trina, who Rolly recognized from the library, waved at him cheerily. The older man turned and watched them after they had passed, and was pleased to see Kyle turn back and look at him as his girlfriend continued to chatter. Santa's eyes narrowed into angry, malignant slits as Kyle popped his middle finger at him and then jabbed it into the air. Then he turned his handsome head back to his girlfriend, and resumed listening to her words. After that, Kyle forgot all about Santa Claus. He also forgot about suicide, and, for a while, Matt.
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[Remember - this is fiction, not recommended behavior...] "Here you go Mrs. Winters, one Grande Cinnamon Spice Mocha," Antonio said, handing the coffee drink to the elderly woman across the counter. "I put an extra bit of cinnamon in it just like you like it," he added, with a wink and a smile. "Thank you, Antonio," Mrs. Winters said, sipping the mocha and returning the smile. "You're the sweetest young man." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Winters," Antonio replied flirtatiously, handing her the receipt. "Have a great day." Antonio was quite the "Chatty Cathy" type while at work, always talking with the customers. Management liked him, customers liked him, and his co-workers liked him. Antonio was just naturally outgoing, talkative and effusive. All that, coupled with his handsome Italian-American looks and coloring made for one very sexy package. The Starbucks in the grocery store was unusually slow this time of the day and Antonio was glad. All the studying he'd been doing for school was starting to wear him down, and he was glad it was Friday because this was the only day of the week when he didn't have classes. He'd been up since 4:30 am to work the shift starting at 5:30 am, and he was already tired. He looked at the clock: it was only 7:30 am. Five hours to go before he was off for the whole weekend. He picked up the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. He was so deep in thought now that he didn't see the handsome man at the counter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding the paper and putting it on a shelf behind him and washing his hands. "Just looking for a place to live. What'll you have?" "Mmm...," the man said, looking at the menu. "How about a Caramel Macchiato?" "Great choice," Antonio said. "What size?" "Make it a Venti," the man said. "By the way, why are you looking for a place to live?" Antonio, ever the chatterbox, explained his current living situation to the man. He'd been living with his mom and her new husband ever since he got out of the Army and lately things were getting tense. His "step dad" was a real shit and Antonio didn't like him very much. Since he was taking a full load at the community college he could only work part time, which meant that he didn't have enough money for his own place. But he really wanted to get out, so every day he scoured the newspapers looking for cheap studios or people who were looking for roommates. Anything would be better than living under the same roof with that asshole. There was no one else in line so the man stayed and continued to chat. "You were in the Army?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," Antonio replied. "I know, I look younger." In fact, he looked 16 or 17. "Why the Army?" "I kinda had to go in," Antonio said. "Why's that?" the man asked, taking a drink. Antonio rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went on. "Well, I got into a little legal trouble after I graduated. Nothing too bad, but bad enough. Part of the plea arrangement was that I join the Army. I just got out six months ago, thank god, but I still gotta see my probation officer every week for the next two years. But it beats prison." The man nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. By the way, my name's Craig." He reached out and shook Antonio's hand. Antonio pointed to his nametag. "Antonio... but then I'm sure you probably already knew that." He smiled his big, infectious smile and Craig felt all warm inside. The kid was hot! He looked him up and down quickly. Antonio was about five foot eleven. There was a workout room in the condo complex where he lived that he used whenever he wasn't working or studying. As a result, he was toned in all the right places but not too muscled. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His pecs were well defined and he had a flat stomach with the beginnings of a six-pack. He had a round bubble butt and, from what Craig could see, a nice bulge in his pants. He had floppy, disheveled-looking hair that looked like he spent a lot of time on it to make it go that way, but which in reality, had a mind of its own and did whatever it wanted. Over the years he had learned to just go with it. All in all, Antonio was what you would call a pretty boy. "Have you thought about getting a second part time job?" Craig asked. Antonio sighed. "Yeah, but it's kinda tough, what with my school schedule and all, you know? I haven't been able to find anything that fits." "Well," Craig said, reaching into his wallet and handing Antonio a business card. "I manage this club and we could always use an extra waiter. It'd only be a couple nights a week and the tips are pretty good." Antonio took the card and looked at it. Craig Powers, Manager, the card read. The name of the club was The Fly and the "Y" in Fly was in the shape of an open zipper. "Is this a gay bar?" Antonio asked. "Yes," Craig replied. "Would that be a problem?" "Well I'm straight," Antonio said. "Wouldn't that be a problem? Or at least awkward?" Craig smiled. "Most of the guys who work for me are straight," he said, lying through his teeth. "In fact, most of them are students just making some extra cash. Like I said, the tips are good. Some of the guys make a couple hundred a night." Antonio looked at the card again. "I wouldn't have to do anything queer would I? I mean, I wouldn't have to... you know..." Craig laughed out loud. "No. There are no strings attached. Now I'm not saying that some of the guys don't, how should I say it, 'go the extra mile' for some of the regulars. But that's not a requirement. You'd be there strictly to serve drinks. Nothing else." Antonio looked at the card, then at Craig, and then back at the card. "I don't know, man," he said. "Hey," Craig said with a wave of his hand, "the job is yours if you want it. No pressure. If you're interested, the shift is from 9:00 pm till closing." Antonio put the card in his back pocket. "I'll think about it Craig," he said. "And by the way, the coffee's on me." Later that afternoon Antonio had a nasty argument with his step dad. He slammed the door to his room and stripped out of his uniform. He rarely wore underwear and his fat, eight-inch cock flopped around as he tossed his pants onto the bed and dug through his drawer for his jock strap. He figured he'd go to the work out room for a couple of hours. At least there he wouldn't have to put up with his step dad. He remembered his jock strap was in the wash and rummaged around until he found a pair of briefs. He found a new, unopened package and tore it open. He only wore briefs when he played sports or worked out and then only if his jock was dirty. He didn't like the feel of butt-huggers and would rather free-ball or wear boxers. He pulled a pair of shorts over the crisp white briefs and then his track pants. He made sure all the snaps were closed on either side before he put on his Duke t-shirt and shoes. The work out room was locked so instead of going back to the house, he got into his car and drove around. As he drove his mind kept going back to the conversation he'd had with Craig Powers that morning. Shit, a couple hundred bucks in tips a night! A couple weeks working there and he could get a place of his own fast. A nice place, too. But a gay bar? The thought turned him off. He knew people who were gay and all, but he didn't really hang out with any of them. But the money was tempting and he kept thinking about Craig's job offer. He was a little worried about getting felt up or something, but he kept pushing that thought away. Who the fuck cares! He wasn't gay. So some faggot copped a feel. Big deal! It hardly seemed an inconvenience for a couple hundred a night. He decided to give it a shot. At 8:30 pm that night Antonio walked through the front door of The Fly. The place looked upscale, but it was a total fag hangout! There were drag queens and dudes dressed in leather and all kinds of shit. Then Antonio saw the waiters. They were all dressed in tight 2xist boxer briefs (white, black, or grey), and equally tight, brightly colored lycra t-shirts that totally clung to their bodies and showed off their chests and nipples through the thin material. Plus, the shirts were short enough that the guys' bare stomachs showed. He also noticed that most of the waiters had bills of various denominations tucked into the waistbands of their underwear. Shit, Antonio said to himself, I can't do this. I can't parade around in my underwear in front of a bunch of queers. He was about to turn and leave when he saw Craig making his way across the room toward him. "Antonio!" He said smiling, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come by. What do you think?" Antonio swallowed nervously as he looked around the room. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm gonna take a pass. I don't think I'd be too comfortable walking around in my underwear." "Well, that's the uniform," Craig said. "I probably should've told you earlier. But I understand your position. Like I said this morning, it's your choice. We only want you here if you want to be here. Sorry it didn't work out." Antonio saw one of the waiters pulling bills from his waistband. Shit, there must be fifty bucks there! He could sure use that kind of money. He turned to Craig, who could almost see the dollar signs in Antonio's eyes. "What the hell," he said. "I'll do it." A huge smile spread across Craig's face and he patted Antonio on the back. "Way to go! Just follow me and I'll hook you up with an outfit and show you your section." Antonio followed Craig to the back office as Craig continued to explain the job. "It's pretty easy, really. You just take their drink order, the bartender makes them, and you serve the customer." "I saw some of the customers patting guys on the butts and stuff," Antonio said. "I'm not so sure about that." "Ah," Craig said, waving his hand again. "That's nothing. To be honest, the friendlier you are, the better the tips. All you have to do is smile and be nice. Just pretend you're working your other job." Antonio laughed. "That's easy for you to say. I don't work at Starbucks in my underwear." "Yeah, and I bet you don't get $20 tips, either," Craig countered. He could see the dollar signs flash in Antonio's eyes again and knew he had the naïve stud hooked. Antonio gulped. "Shit..." he murmured. "Sorry... I mean shoot. That's not too shabby." He was torn. On the one hand, he could really use the money, but on the other hand, he didn't want any fag touching his ass or anything. The money quickly won out. Craig opened a cabinet and flipped through several packages of t- shirts and underwear before settling on black boxer briefs and an ice-blue lycra t-shirt. He handed them to Antonio. "Here. I think these'll look good on you. You can change in the bathroom if you want." Antonio took the clothes and went out of the office and into the bathroom. He went into a large stall, noting the glory hole, and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He put on the boxer briefs. They were snug and totally highlighted his package. He put on the t- shirt and went to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a total fag. At that moment Craig walked in. "Dude," he said, looking Antonio up and down, "I have a feeling you're gonna make some nice tips tonight." "Really?" Antonio said, adjusting his big cock and balls. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard on. "Oh yeah," Craig said. "You look good enough to eat." Antonio blushed. "Where should I put my stuff?" Craig gestured toward a row of lockers against one of the walls. "Use number fourteen. Here's the key." The key was on a hot pink bracelet and Antonio slipped it around his wrist. "Time to start," Craig said, looking at his watch. They stepped into the bar and Craig pointed to a set of booths and tables near the bar. "That'll be your section. Tables one through twelve. They're all numbered so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Oh," he continued, pointing to another guy, "and this is Nathan. He just started last night. He'll be working this section with you." Antonio looked at the guy. Nathan was about Antonio's height but wasn't as toned, although he did have a great body. He was more cute than handsome, with brown hair and eyes and a big, Midwestern- looking smile. He looked the picture of innocence. His uniform was white boxer briefs and a bright yellow top. Just by looking at him Antonio was positive he was straight, too. Nathan reached out and shook Antonio's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, you too," Antonio replied. By now Craig had left and Antonio turned to Nathan. "So, you started last night?" Nathan nodded. "To be honest, this place wouldn't be my first choice. I work at another restaurant downtown but I'm only a back- waiter. I made more in tips here last night than I do in three days at the other place." "Really?" Antonio was intrigued. "Did you have to do anything, you know, queer?" he asked. Nathan shook his head. "No. Well, I got my ass pinched and patted a couple of times, but that's not bad, considering I walked out of here with $150.00 in tips." Antonio's jaw almost dropped. "Shit! That much? Fuck, I'll let these fags feel me up for $150.00 bucks!" Nathan and Antonio laughed, unaware that Craig was standing just a few feet away and had overheard everything they said. An hour later Antonio was on his way to drop off a drink order when he saw Craig. "Hey Craig," he said. "Have you seen Nathan? Is he on a break or something? He's been gone awhile." "Nathan went home sick a little while ago," Craig explained. "I think he has the stomach flu or something. He wasn't looking too good so I sent him home." Antonio had no idea that at this very moment a drugged-up Nathan was bent over a table in Craig's office getting his ass and mouth fucked. In fact, Craig had just come from plowing the poor kid's virgin ass. Earlier Nathan had gone to use the restroom. As he was leaving, a cloth soaked in chloroform had been clamped over his face. He had resisted but someone grabbed his arm and he felt the prick of a needle. Then everything began to get hazy and swirly. He was half-carried, half-dragged to Craig's office where he was now being raped. Antonio went about with his work for the next couple of hours, completely unaware of the stares he was getting from the guys at one of his tables. They had come in together about an hour ago. As he walked over to check on their drinks one of them said to him, "Why don't you join us?" "Oh, I don't think I can," Antonio said. "I'm not sure I'm allowed. This is my first night." "Sure you can join them," Craig said, as he just happened to walk by. "Jimmy'll cover for you," he said, pointing to the waiter who had taken over for the absent Nathan. He whispered into Antonio's ear, "if you play your cards right, you can make some extra cash here." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked at the guys at the table. "I guess I can sit down for a few minutes," he said. The guys introduced themselves. There was Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce. Apparently they were regulars. They were expensively dressed in designer clothes. Antonio could tell they were wearing Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Kenneth Cole and Hugo Boss clothing. Apparently these guys were well off. He just might make some good tips if he were extra nice to these guys. "So, Antonio," Todd said. "What'll you have?" "Uh... just a beer. I probably shouldn't have anything too strong, since I still have a few hours on my shift." He stood up to get his beer but Todd put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "I'll get it," he offered. "Relax a bit." Antonio began talking to Steven, Mike and Bruce while Todd went to get his beer. Todd returned a couple minutes later. He had ordered Antonio an MGD in a frosted mug and the guys watched as Antonio took a long draw on it, savoring the taste as it went down. He had no idea that Todd had slipped a mild but fast-acting sedative into the beer. He also had no idea that these were the same guys who had been in the back fucking poor Nathan silly just an hour earlier. After a few minutes of talking, Antonio stood up. "Thanks for the drink guys, but I'd better get back to work." He words sounded slurred and he looked a little unsteady on his feet. "You okay, Antonio?" Todd asked, concerned. "Yeah," Antonio said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "It just feels warm in here all of a sudden." "Hmm... maybe you're coming down with something," Todd replied. He stood up and put his arm around Antonio's shoulder, gently massaging it. "How about we get a little air out back?" he said, steering Antonio toward the back exit. He looked at the guys at the table. "You guys gonna give me a hand?" They all got up. As Todd led the increasingly unsteady Antonio through the bar, they came across Craig. "What's going on?" he asked. "Not feeling good..." Antonio tried to say but he was having a hard time getting the words out. For some reason his mind seemed foggy. Todd winked at Craig. "We were gonna take him out back to get some air." "Oh, I think Antonio would be much more comfortable in my office, wouldn't you?" Craig said. He took a quick look around as he pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He took Antonio's arm and injected the drugs into him. "What was that..." Antonio started to say, but found he couldn't continue. He found it hard to focus, let alone speak, and the room began to spin. It looked like the guys' faces were melting. They took Antonio into Craig's office and locked the door behind them. Craig turned on the stereo to drown out some of the sound. He motioned to a small table in the corner. It was about eighteen inches high and had hooks on either side. They bent Antonio over the table, tying his hands and feet down. Antonio's head was buzzing. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind kept drifting in and out of a haze. Craig shoved something into his mouth and told him to swallow. Everything seemed cool. He had no idea it was viagra. Next Todd took a pen-knife and sliced off Antonio's clothes. The dazed stud just looked at Todd with a blank expression on his face. "What're you doing?" he managed to slur. "Getting ready to fuck you," Todd answered. The guys all laughed. Antonio saw a bright flash and then another. He had no idea pictures were being taken. Antonio cocked his head to one side and looked at Todd. Then he looked at Craig and the others. No one was smiling. He started to laugh. "You're gonna fuck me?" "Yup, just like we fucked your buddy Nathan." The smile disappeared from his face and he struggled furtively, but to no avail. Whatever was in the syringe had really done a number on him. He felt a slicked-up finger run up and down his ass crack and work its way up his virgin chute. The finger began to move around slowly in an ever- widening circle. "Oh..." Antonio moaned, his face twisted in a grimace. "Please stop!" But instead of stopping, a hand grabbed his cock and start to jerk it. Another hand slapped at his balls and yet another hand began flicking his rubbery nipples. All the sudden sensations were too much and Antonio's moans turned to moans of pleasure. Craig smiled at this. He lowered his slack and boxers and was lubing up his cock. Bruce pulled his finger out of Antonio's ass and Craig thrust his fat cock in. Antonio opened his mouth to cry out in pain but Todd shoved his waiting cock into it, muffling Antonio's cries. "That's it, pussy boy!" Craig yelled, as he thrust his hips back and forth, raping Antonio's virgin ass. Antonio was in agony. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and he could hardly breathe with Todd's big cock in his mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. He could feel pre-cum sliding down his throat. It tasted salty and he wanted to gag. All of a sudden Todd's body shuddered and Antonio's mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of his mouth and down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. Todd pulled out. Antonio was just catching his breath when Mike moved in and shoved his dick into his mouth. Antonio was just catching his breath when Bruce opened two small bottles of poppers and put them to his nostrils. "Here, bitch," he said, "sniff these." Antonio had never sniffed poppers before, but he had no choice. He needed to breathe. He held his breath as long as possible, but finally gave out. He sniffed the aroma and he felt lightheaded almost immediately. "Uhhhnnn..." was the only sound that could escape from his cock- filled mouth. "Oh yeah," Mike said, grabbing Antonio by the back of his head and pumping away at his pretty face. "Nothing like a drugged up pussy slut all high on poppers." Craig laughed as he continued to slam his cock up Antonio's ass. "Whattaya think guys? Is Antonio here better than Nathan?" The guys laughed with him. They all had their pants and underwear down and were stroking their cocks, waiting their turn with poor Antonio. Antonio couldn't move. He tried to turn and twist his hunky body, but there were hands holding him still. He could feel Craig's dick violating his ass and then, all of a sudden, he felt a rush of warmth up his insides. The faggot was cumming inside of him! What the fuck! Before he could even process it, Bruce pulled his cock out of his mouth and, giving it a couple of jerks, shot load after load of cum all over Antonio's face. It got in his eyes, up his nose, in his hair and in his open mouth. He didn't even have time to react because Mike's cock immediately took its place. More poppers were shoved under his nose and he became buzzed all over again. Another cock (or was it a dildo?) was sliding in and out of his ass, but Antonio was so gone, flying so high, that it just didn't seem to matter. For the next hour and a half all the guys from the table, Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce, as well as Craig, fucked Antonio. They shot their loads up his ass, down his throat, and all over his hunky body. In no time at all, Antonio went from being a pretty boy ladies man to a fucked-out cum dump. When they were finished they pulled Antonio to his feet. He was still unsteady and could hardly stand. There was drying cum in his hair and on his face. Craig retrieved his street clothes from his locker and tossed them to him. "Get dressed," was all he said. Antonio's dick and ass hurt and he felt like crying as he pulled his underwear up over his raped ass and dick. The guys all snickered at his tightie whities. Before he could get the rest of his clothes on, though, he was pushed out a door and into the back alley. His clothes and money were thrown out with him. "It's time for you to go, boy," Craig said. "By the way, you're fired, but thanks for the fuck." He slammed the door. And with that poor Antonio, naked except for his white briefs, was left alone in the alley. He hunted for his clothes, not noticing the police car parked only steps away. He was just reaching for his shorts when a bright light flashed on him. He dropped the shorts and grabbed his track pants instead, stumbling badly as he tried to pull them on. Two officers stepped out of the back seat of the squad car. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them asked, as Antonio pulled the track pants up over his bulging crotch. Even with the sweat pants on, you could still notice the tent his viagra- induced erection made. "I think the kid's got something down his shorts," he said to his partner. "Do you have any ID?" his partner asked. "Yes, officer," Antonio said. His voice was still thick and slurred. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved his wallet. He handed it to the cops. "Have you been drinking tonight young man?" one of the officers asked as his partner took Antonio's drivers license back to the squad car to run a check. Antonio shook his head. "No... just one beer, sir." He was still all wobbly. The officer took Antonio by the shoulder and helped him walk over to the car. "One beer, my ass. I want you to put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to do a pat down." "But I didn't do anything," Antonio protested. "Just do what I said, punk," the officer said, his voice sounding rougher now. Antonio assumed the position and the cop began to frisk him. But it was more of a feeling-up than a pat down. The officer let his hands slide slowly over Antonio's chest and the semi-dazed stud was sure that he felt a slight tweak on his nipple. Then the officer's hands roamed over his ass and up and down the insides of his legs. A hand reached around and cupped his balls, giving them a noticeable squeeze. Antonio knew better than to say anything. "Feels like you're packing something in here," the cop said as his partner got out of the car, holding Antonio's ID. "Looks like we've got a possible probation violation here," he said, looking at his partner and the fucked up young man. "Why's that?" his partner asked. "According to computer, this young man isn't supposed to be in public drinking." "But I wasn't," Antonio tried to explain. The cops looked at each other and then back at Antonio. "Well," one of them said, "if you cooperate with us, we'll just forget we saw anything." Antonio had a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming. "What do I have to do?" he asked, resigned. "Not much," one of the cops said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Antonio's track pants. With one quick pull he ripped them completely off Antonio's body, leaving the young stud in nothing but his bulging briefs. He reached out and grabbed Antonio's dick through his briefs. "Not much at all." "Oh no, guys," Antonio whined. The other cop had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His cock was hard and dripping. He put his hand on Antonio's head and pushed the young man to his knees. "Suck it bitch," he said, forcing his cock into Antonio's mouth. "Take it all down." As Antonio gagged on the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes caught a glimpse into the back seat of the cops' car. There was Nathan, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over. It looked like he was only half-conscious. It also looked like he was naked. Apparently the cops had been lying in wait, almost as if they had been tipped off, and had been working on Nathan for some time now. But Antonio didn't have time to ponder any of that. He was too busy being face-fucked by one cop while being finger-fucked by the other. If he'd looked into his wallet, he would've found that all the tips he'd made that night had somehow disappeared.
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