The Brothel

Headstrange · November 15, 2019

On 7/12/2019 at 3:23 PM, asncumbucket said:

*Disclaimer* All characters are fictional, and none of the men displayed here have any relation to the characters themselves. However, I decided to post the men who inspired the images for the main characters.

Jaxx (Inspired by Zak James from TIM's Cumsloppy Buttholes)

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Chris/Faggot (Inspired by ??? from Familydick)

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Officer Marino (Inspired by Ed Hunter from TIM)

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Damn, I’d pay a lot to see these three play out that scene.

Edited November 15, 2019 by Headstrange

asncumbucket · November 27, 2019

Part 4

Henry crawled over to Faggot and nestled himself behind him, right between those two smooth legs split wide open like a public invitation.
"Fuuuuck," Henry groaned, running a finger up from the boy's balls up to his cunt. He donated a generous wad of spit to those used pussy lips before sliding his finger in. "Holy shit, bro. How did you get so lucky to find a boy like this?"
"I don't know," I said, grinning. "Maybe good things happen to bad people."
"Haha, you're definitely fucked up, man," Henry chuckled. "And he's OK with that?" I looked at Faggot threateningly, and he whimpered.
"Like I give a shit anymore," I said. "Watch this." Without warning, I slapped Faggot so hard he fell to his side with a scream of surprise and pain. Tears surfaced on his eyes, and he looked at me with genuine fear. Exactly what I was going for. I looked back at Henry, whose jaw dropped.
"You wanna try it out?"
I saw alarm in Faggot's eyes for a split second before Henry grabbed him by the throat with one hand and smacked him as hard as he could. I saw the uncertainty on his face get replaced with an evil, sadistic grin. It was dawning on him that he could literally abuse Faggot, and no one would stop him or report him.
Henry groped his hand right into Faggot’s spaghetti-thin jockstrap and lifted him to be level with his thin, long, hard baton of a dick. With his knees, he kicked Faggot’s legs a little wider, dribbled a massive rope of warm spit onto his cock, just managing to get a wad of slimy foam onto my boy’s pink pussy lips. It got his asshole wet and shiny, as if blinking and begging to be taken. I put the poppers under my boy’s nose and held one nostril at a time, past his limit for how much he could sniff. He moaned for me to stop, but I kept my finger there. He gasped for breath, and I saw his eyes go out of sync.
“W-WowwWww,” he slurred. “Th…fanx, Daddy.” I spit right into his blue eye, causing him to yell and flinch. Henry took this as the opportunity to RAM all 10 inches of his long dick right into Faggot’s worthless used cunt.
“AHHHHH-“
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I roared, grabbing Faggot by the throat as he screamed and slapping him again with enough force to land me in jail for battery.
“AHHGANNGG..ngg…ngg, DA..DDY, PLEASE!” he begged, tears welling up in his eyes. He could barely get the words out from how hard Henry was rocking his whole body from the rabbit-level speed in which he pulled out as far as he could and just slammed in indiscriminately. His face scrunched up, his usual good-natured expression replaced with an intense focus as he put his all into fucking my boy as hard and fast as he could. Faggot’s blonde hair shook back and forth on his head. With each thrust, Henry went so deep with so much impact it pushed the boy’s body forward violently, but the two of us pushed him back. Henry grabbed his hair with one hand while his other hand tweaked his nipples hard, groped him right through the jockstrap, and then spanked him with all his strength.
I knew my man didn’t need any help dominating this delicate (and fucked up) boy, but I learned that when multiple men gang up on a prey together, it makes his suffering taste so much sweeter. I took off one of my socks and jammed it into Faggot’s mouth to muffle his moans. I don’t care if anyone hears, not that they would. I just wanted to jam my dirty sock into his pretty face. Then I spit on his face and slapped him with all my might again, trying to break my previous records. The sound of the slap echoed in the room. A split second later, Henry slapped the boy in the opposite direction, like he was playing a casual game of table tennis with the boy’s face. Faggot’s eyes were still wide open from the drugs, but they became lifeless in resignation. He was just trying to breathe through his nose. Henry looked up from the shaking boy into my sadistic smirk and grinned. I met his eyes and gave him a knowing smile back. Even abusing this filthy cheap whore together can develop a sense of fraternity.
I put the poppers to Faggot’s nose again and he breathed in hungrily, desperate for anything to help ease the overwhelming sensations coming from every direction – smacks, spanks, rough groping, the gag, the spit dripping into his eye, and of course, the dick still jackhammering into him. I screwed the cap back on when he was done and took out the gag, giving him a big gasp of air. Before he could breathe out, I unceremoniously guided my semi-hard cock into his mouth and Henry shoved his head forward, causing him to gag just slightly.
Henry leaned forward so that he was in the boy’s ear. Groaning softly from the pleasure with every thrust, he whispered to the boy in between.
“You like that, don’t you, you little faggot whore. You wanna be my baby mama, dontcha?”
The boy’s eyes widened and he gave a gargled, “Mhm!” I angrily jammed my cock, now harder than my first, as far into the back of the stupid slut’s head as I could. He violently gagged and wretched as I held it there and tried to push it even deeper. Henry acted as if it wasn’t even happening, just kept plowing away and even started licking the boy’s cheek like a starving hound.
“You’re gonna thirst for another man’s sperm while my dick is in your mouth and my cum is already in your pussy? You’ve really done it now, Faggot,” I growled. Henry grinned, knowing what he’s done while Faggot could only look up at me with terror and struggle to get a little air through his nose. I pulled my dick out, dragging out a desperate rush of air and threads of saliva from the boy.
“Such a good slut! Your mouth is feels so FUCKING good on my cock!” I groaned. “That’s what you are, right Faggot? Just a worthless slut with two nice warm holes.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he mumbled weakly through his web of spit. I grabbed him by his throat and pulled my face close to his so my breath was hot on his face.
“SAY IT LOUDER, FAGGOT! WHAT ARE YOU?”
“A WORTHLESS SLUT, DADDY!” he cried. “I’M JUST A CUMDUMP SLUT!” Fuck! My cock throbbed at the pitiful sight of my beautiful Faggot.
I grabbed the leash chain with one hand and his throat with the other, then pulled him off of Henry’s dick in the middle of his rapidfire assault and threw him against the concrete floor. His dick made a plopping noise as the hole was ripped off of it, loose shreds of cum and spit flying out from the friction. I pulled the boy onto me, resting his light figure against my torso (I’m basically big enough to be a bed for him), and lowered him onto my cock. I’m thicker than Henry, so he had already tightened up a bit, but I pushed in impatiently, causing him to cry out.
“Get in here,” I told Henry.
“Wait! No!” Faggot cried out in panic, but I quickly jammed three fingers into the boy’s throat.
“Did I say there was a fucking safeword, Faggot? Did you think this was a porn scene, you stupid little bitch?”
Faggot made me proud. Henry fucked him like he was trying to break the boy for good. Without warning, he launched into a jackhammer pace.
“FUUUUCK YEAH! FUCK HIM!” I roared. My eyes rolled back into my head. Henry’s dick rubbing hard and fast against my dick inside my boy’s sweet wet cunt was a new kind of pleasure. The room was filled with Faggot’s moans and the squicky sound of his pussy being mashed up with each pounding thrust. Within seconds, I could feel Henry’s dick vibrating and hardening.
“I’m gonna nut in you, bitch!”
“Yes, sir! Please dump your cum in me! Knock up my slutty cunt!” Faggot wailed excitedly. His hole started tightening and pulsing around our dicks, bringing me closer to orgasm too.
“FUUUUUUUCK!” we both yelled, convulsing as we simultaneously pumped our babies into the boy. Henry was panting. His release of pleasure slowly faded down to exhaustion, and he slipped his dick out and zipped his pants back up.
“Thanks, man,” he said, tossing me a twenty before leaving. I decided it’d be nice to go for a smoke after such a fucking great orgasm, so I pulled out and, without a word, got dressed, stuffed the twenty in my jeans, grabbed my cigs, and walked out.

Part 5 Next

faggotcunt · December 13, 2019

Fucking hot!!

Ragnar13 · December 16, 2019

Goddamn fucking terrific. Can't wait to nut to the next chapter.

pozcubsf · December 17, 2019

Love this story. Love to find me a hot dealer love this. Throw in officer Marino and I'm all in!!

asncumbucket · June 29, 2020

Part 5

It’s been 3 weeks with Faggot, but it’s felt like an eternity. At this point, life has become regular, and we’ve faced our challenges. As much as I’d love to, there just aren’t enough local guys around who are willing to pay to dump a load. A few regular clients sure wasn’t enough to count as any significant income, but I made sure Faggot spent his time wisely. I started serving as his personal trainer, getting him to keep that perfect toned twink body. When he wasn’t getting fucked by johns, I often had to leave him chained up alone in the Cave while I went and made drug runs. I didn’t want him to start dealing too – this was a man’s job, and I couldn’t afford to let an inexperienced whore boy get me in trouble.

I was getting frustrated, and I was taking it out on Faggot’s cunt for sure. Every chance I got. Even if he barely made me any money, at least I always had a hole to fuck every time I got horny. I could tell being the only man Faggot interacted with regularly has affected him too, and the little slut was definitely getting feelings for me. I could tell in the way he looked at me. I was everything to him: the man that held him at night when we slept, the man that decided what dick he’s going to take, the man that fed him, clothed him, drugged him, abused him, and above all, the man that fucks him hard multiple times every day. He was my only boy too – sure, sometimes one of my customers would suck me off, but I always came home to Faggot, and the sex was always better. Faggot worked hard to please me, always slurping my dick with gusto, licking and sniffing my feet when I’m online looking for johns, and letting me take his cunt even when it ends up in him screaming and drooling everywhere.

Things took a turn when Marino showed up at my door with a boy in his early-mid 20s. He looked a lot like I did at that age – almost as tall as Marino at 6’3” with the perfect jock body, a big blade-pattern tattoo covering his left shoulder. He had a snap back on, a wife-beater, gym shorts, and sneakers on his giant size 14 feet. Even though he had a generically handsome and chiseled face, he had yellow teeth and a disheveled look about him. Lots of stains on his shirt and his shirt, and it seemed like it’s been a while since he showered. It had been a while since I had seen Marino, and he hadn’t been responding to me on Signal. In his right hand, he held a giant black trash bag. Marino was in his casual garb.

“Long time no see,” I said. I could hear Faggot shuffling in the Cave, preparing himself for whoever our guest was. Marino didn’t bother greeting me back and just walked in with his new guest, who looked me up and down, pleased.

“Who’s this?” I asked.

“My son,” Marino said matter-of-factly. I raised an eyebrow, but wasn’t too shocked. Marino’s bragged about how many women he’s knocked up in his lifetime. He’s a serial breeder who carelessly cums inside every girl he fucks, and between his dozens of girlfriends and one night stands reaching the thousands, it’s not surprising. One can only guess how much he pays in child support, or how many of those women he managed to escape or abandon successfully.

“Brent,” the young man introduced with a smile, extending a hand. I shook it firmly, but was a little confused. I wasn’t sure about this kid. Why was he so happy to see me? I sure hope that Marino wasn’t just gonna dump his kid onto me because he has power over my criminal activity as a cop.

“This kid tracked me down last week and showed up at my doorstep while I was with my girl. Apparently his whore of a mom’s kicked him out, but I can’t have him staying with me,” Marino grunted. “I’m sending him here to stay with you, but don’t worry. The boy wants to work. I told him I might be able to find a gig for him working as a dealer, and he was up for it. I got some stuff for you to push too.” With that, Brent reaches into his shorts and pulls out half a pound of T. “We seized a ton of this shit in a bust last year, so I took some. Gimme 3 Gs for this and you can do whatever you want with it.”

“Marino, my man,” I said, grinning. He’s one of the bad guys, and he knows it. “I can certainly use the help.” I looked at Brent, who was grinning from ear to ear. He was looking at his dad, clearly pleased. This must’ve been a big change from living with his mom.

“Alright, I’m gonna jet. My girl’s waiting for me. If this shit causes you any trouble, let me know, alright? He’s got all his stuff with him in that bag. Packed real minimally.” With that, Marino stepped back out and closed the door behind him. I turned to Brent, and now I’m all business.

“I don’t know why you got that stupid grin on your face, but this Is gonna be real work, and you better take this shit seriously or we’re all gonna end up in trouble, alright? You do everything I say, and you go on the first few runs with me and just keep your mouth shut. I’ll teach you everything, including how to find customers and how to cut and price your shit.”

“Yes, sir,” the boy said.

“As for where you’re gonna sleep, you can see that this place is empty.” As I said this, I realized that the place was largely unfurnished but the amount of trash and debris covering every surface has built up like crazy over the past few weeks. “We got a couch in this room, so you can crash there. Bathroom’s over there. This is my bed,” I said, pointing to the mattress. “And this is the Cave.”

I opened up the door to where Faggot was laying on the mattress with his legs in the air, rubbing his pink hole with grease.

“Holy FUCK,” Brent yelled in awe.

“And THAT is Faggot. He is our whore and we pimp him for extra cash. You’re free to fuck him whenever you like. You fuck fags?”

“Dude, I usually only fuck pussy, but this is fucking hot. I never imagined you had a personal whore. And look at him… Fuck…” Brent inched towards Faggot and immediately started rubbing and groping him softly. “So smooth, man. Smoother than a girl. And his skin is so soft.”

Faggot moaned softly and inched closer towards Brent.

“I’m glad you like him. You can be responsible for being his handler,” I added. “Especially if I’m busy making a run, you’ll double up trying to find more guys to use him.” I moved over to Faggot, grabbed his chin, and spit in his face.

“You do everything this boy tells you to do, got it? You treat him like you treat me, because he’ll be the one in charge when I’m not around. It’s time you finally made some money with that stupid cunt of yours. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Faggot cried weakly. I smacked him hard across the face. “Good Faggot.”

Brent’s face lit up in shock when I smacked him.

“Damn, he just takes it like that? You smack him even when he does as he’s told?” I grinned, realizing that this boy has never been able to treat anyone like this. That kind of stuff only happened in the porn he watched.

“That fucking slut loves it when you treat him like that,” I said. “Do you not like that?”

“No, no way man!” Brent said, now excited. Without warning, he grabbed Faggot by the neck and smacked him as hard as he could. His hands were so big, the impact instantly messed up Faggot’s hair and sent tears to his eyes. Then, before Faggot could turn back, he smacked him even harder again and then thrust him down on the mattress by his throat. Faggot tried to cry out feebly as Brent restrained him and pulled down his shorts to reveal a long, hard uncut 8” dick. He dropped a giant wad of spit onto his dick and lined it up with Faggot’s already greased up hole, then thrust in with as much force as possible. Faggot flailed his legs in alarm, but Brent immediately fucked him hard and fast, ignoring his resistance. I looked on in amazement. He rammed into him as if he forgot about the person at the other end of his dick, just savagely ripping into the boy in spite of his moans and screams. He pinned the boy down with one arm while he held one of his ankles with the other, pulling his legs apart. He never bothered to take off any of his clothes or even switch positions, he just fucked. My own dick grew hard at the sight, and I took it out to jerk. Brent groaned loudly like an animal as he fucked.

“Fuck yeah,” I caught myself saying. “Fucking destroy that slut.”

“YEAH! FUCK! YOU LIKE THAT, DON’T YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE? FUCK, I’VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO FUCK ANY CHICKS LIKE THIS – I’M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER THAT HOLE!” Brent barked.

“Feels…hurts so good!” Faggot cried weakly between yelps, earning him a hard smack from Brent.

“FUCK YOU! LOOK AT YOU ENJOYING THAT BIG DICK TEARING YOU UP. FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING FAGGOT WHORE, YOU’RE WORTH LESS THAN TRASH! I’M GONNA GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE FAGGOT!” Brent started punch fucking Faggot so hard, they slid off the mattress, but it didn’t stop him. He’d pound him all the way in, then just rip into him like a jackhammer.

“AHHHHH!” Faggot cried as Brent slipped his dick all the way out and then slammed it back in, fucking the boy against the concrete floor.

“I’M GONNA CUM IN YOU, BITCH!” Brent roared, picking up the pace. He started fucking him so savagely it looked like he was just bouncing in and out of the boy’s hole. Every thrust made a loud smacking sound, and I could hear the heavy sloshing of Faggot’s wet pussy as his insides were churned and mashed up by that big dick. Finally, Brent started convulsing, and he emitted a roar so intense you would’ve thought he was in pain. He shook, trembled, and then slowly pulled out, leaving Faggot there panting.

I turned to Brent, now satisfied and not even able to look at Faggot.

“Go online and see if you can find more guys to come fuck him. You pick the price, whatever gets them over here and puts money in our pockets,” I said. “If you wanna smoke some Tina, I’m sure there’s a pipe packed somewhere in the other room.”

Still panting from his intense fuck, Brent simply nodded and got up, presumably to go get the pipe, leaving me alone with my boy.

“Get up,” I ordered. Faggot stood up, his legs barely able to support his weight. I dragged him to the wall, lowered him to his needs, and pressed him against the wall. Crawling behind him, now naked except for my socks, I spit on my dick and shoved it in. Still so tight, just the way I like it. I could immediately feel the creamy warmth of Brent’s cum. The boy had dumped a HUGE load in him. This time it was a much more quiet fuck. It was impersonal and casual, just me pumping the boy against the wall on our knees while he moaned softly. I didn’t say a word, didn’t slap him, nothing, just pumped him like some anon stranger until I felt like I was going to cum. Then, groaning, I dumped my load, and without a word, ripped out of him and walked out of the room to join Brent in blowing some clouds. Watching Brent fuck Faggot made me realize how little I actually gave a shit about the boy.

As we puffed in the other room, leaving Faggot just laying there in the Cave, Brent informed me he found a john: a hairy heavy-set man in his 60s on Craigslist willing to pay $100 to breed Faggot. I grinned, proud of my new apprentice. It was going to be a good feeling to hear Faggot moan while some seedy stranger fucks him in the other room while we hunt for more.