The Brothel

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Sorry for posting part 5 twice, and sorry again for such a long part 6. I wrote it in 2 very separate occasions, so it came out huge. 

Part 6

 

I couldn’t believe how fast this fuck den is getting filled up. Days after Brent showed up, he had a genius idea. “Hire” escorts from advertisements to work for us full-time. Since he was working on getting Johns for Faggot, it would reduce the competition and bring the money to us. After talking to this gorgeous Latino party twink named Johnny for a few days, he decided it was a good idea to bring him over. Johnny was a 19 year-old bag-chaser and a street whore who found a different man to stay with every night if he could. He’d been on the streets for over 2 days straight now.

 

The boy wanted $200 for his time, but of course, we had no intention of paying him. On a Tuesday night at 2 AM, Johnny showed up in ripped jeans, kicks, and a V-neck. Brent and I had ski masks on just in case. When he rang the bell, Brent opened the door, and the second he was inside, I grabbed the boy and wrestled him onto my mattress of a bed.

 

“What the fuck! What the fuck are you guys doing?” Johnny yelled, but there was no way he could resist against my giant muscular build. I was a lot taller than his 5’8” frame and my rock-solid arms were as thick as his legs. Brent wasted no time jumping onto the bed to tie his arms and legs together while I held him down. When he was fully restrained, we gagged him with a sock.

 

“Turn off his phone and throw it away,” I ordered. Brent pulled out the kid’s phone and did just that, but he didn’t stop there. He went through his wallet and took out all $6 of cash he had in there and flipped through the pockets for any drugs. He learned fast. Johnny kept trying to struggle, but I pinned him under my body weight even with his bonds.

 

“Prep the point,” I instructed.

 

Brent wasted no time. We had one ready already, a good .35 for the little guy. Enough to send him flying, not enough to kill him. I took a belt and tied it hard around Johnny’s arm, and he suddenly stopped resisting. That’s right – he knew it was Tina and he wanted it.

 

“If you wanna live, don’t move an inch,” I growled into his ear. Brent came up next to him, found a puffy vein, and stuck the needle in. He pulled up a flash of red and then slowly, slowly, slowly… I watched my protégé drug our new property expertly. I had him practice on Faggot a couple times when we had Johns lined up. I ripped the sock from the boy’s mouth to let him cough it out as he spun into a new dimension. His eyes darted around in every direction and he trembled violently underneath me. Without giving him a chance to recover, we took him to the Cave. The two of us carried him together in our arms like a piece of furniture.

 

Johnny’s tweaked eyes bulged even wider in surprise when he saw Faggot on his stomach with his ass in the air being plowed by a huge black guy built like a bodybuilder. He looked like he was over twice Faggot’s size, and his dick was so big it looked almost unnatural going in and out of the boy’s tiny body. Faggot was screaming through the sock in his mouth. The black man looked at us briefly as we entered and then resumed as if we weren’t even there. The mattress in the room wasn’t big enough for all of us, so Johnny was gonna get the floor.

We weren’t going to risk this boy biting our dicks. I crawled underneath him and placed him on top of my dick, lining it up against his smooth hole. Brent untied his feet and opened up his ankles so that he could slide down on my dick. He took a rag, poured some poppers on it, then shoved it in Johnny’s face, holding it there for a few seconds while I lowered him all the way down. Then, without mercy, I started pumping up into him. The tweaked little whore was so fucked up he was clearly enjoying it immensely, having completely forgotten the situation he was in. The black john looked over, clearly turned on, picking up his pace as he saw how hard I was fucking the little Latino twink.

 

Now it was Brent’s turn. I slowed down my pace as he greased up his cock and lined it up to his hole. Johnny tried to kick around in alarm, but Brent held his legs hard. More poppers to his face, then when he removed it, Brent spat hard in his face and squeezed his dick into that little hole. It was tight, but it plopped in, and fuck it felt amazing. Since he had the direct angle, I let Brent pump him hard. Johnny howled at first but it turned into pleasure so quickly. At this point, the black john was in heat and started bucking wildly in Faggot, who was howling between breaths. The room resonated with the sounds of both boys just moaning and screaming as they were getting fucked.

 

Brent leaned in, teasing our new boy with a possible kiss before giving him a wet lick. “You like those 2 cocks in you, fucking piece of shit?”

 

Johnny simply moaned, “Yeahh~h!” He was coming down from his slam and riding out into a smooth dizzying high from both the tina and the poppers. He must’ve been in euphoria because it seems like he even forgot what was happening to him. That’s right; he had just come to an elusive backdoor den in the poor part of Philly by himself to meet a john and ended up being kidnapped, drugged, and raped. He barely even noticed Faggot and the black hulk enjoying him just a few feet away, and they sure barely noticed us. Brent beamed.

 

“I’m gonna take that little hole now, alright? This is gonna hurt,” he said with a sadistic smile. Johnny whimpered in acceptance. Wow. Brent and I made eye contact and I beamed with approval. Just the other day I didn’t wanna put up with another mouth to feed and here I am like a proud father with my dick squeezed next to his in the same hole. I made sure to stay still so that Brent had full range of motion and control.

 

After giving Johnny one tender kiss to prepare him, Brent pulled his face away and started thrusting his pelvis. He climbed up into a squat position and leaned forward so he could get in at that angle while my cock was lodged below. One hand clutching Johnny’s sweat-soaked hair and the other roughly grabbing a handful of the twink’s small pec. Brent grunted once loudly as he began to buck. His cock went in directly horizontal and hard. I felt it against my cock and I know it did not curve with the shape of the boy’s insides. Instead, it just rammed against the soft flesh walls without regard, stabbing it like a knife without any regard for where the blows land. All Brent knew was that it felt good.

 

“AHHH!!!” Johnny cried out. “AHHHHH!” His face twisted with pain and shock, which in normal circumstances would make a top hesitate. In my house, though, things work out differently. Even more aroused by Johnny’s tortured expression, Brent’s face lit up like a little boy discovering a new toy he got for Christmas. His response was to whip his hand from the boy’s chest to his throat and slapping him several times across the face.

 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” he barked, then fucked him harder and faster. He knew that thrusting in and beating up the flesh inside at that angle was what was causing the pain, but he just did it deeper, harder, and faster. He only made sure not to pull out too much in order to stay in the hole.  Of course, this made it impossible for Johnny to shut up. In fact, he screamed.

 

“SHUT UP!” we roared in unison. I jammed my fingers down Johnny’s throat from behind with one hand and just covered the lower half of my face the best I could with my other hand. His screams turned into loud but muffled gargles, which were all he could manage with my fingers down his throat and Brent’s hand around his neck. “SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

 

“IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP I’M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! JUST TAKE THOSE DICKS, THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GOOD FOR!” Brent roared. Johnny tried to quiet his gargle to a faint whimper as his hole started getting used to Brent’s pounding. He still squealed every time Brent thrust in all the way – it’s fucking impossible not to. Even if his body was learning to accept it, pain is pain, and Brent’s onslaught was like a battering ram refusing to quit.

 

“What did I say, bitch?” he growled as Johnny winced after a particular thrust. He loosened his grip around the boy’s neck to give him breath and a moment of relief. My fingers were still jammed down his throat so he couldn’t speak. He just gargled in response, and Brent spat in his eye. “I said to SHUT UP! WHY ARE YOU STILL SQUEALING LIKE A FUCKING BITCH?”

 

“Awww, the slut can’t help screaming because we’re hurting him. Is that right, baby?” I whispered in Johnny’s ear, hiding my sinister glee with feigned concern and affection. “Does it hurt, baby?” Johnny nodded, tears and snot down his eyes now from having gagged on my fingers for so long. His body was in overdrive from the choking, the smacking, the gagging, the hair-pulling, and the rough double fucking. The black man on the mattress had moved Faggot around and forced him to watch Johnny. Faggot was moaning loudly through his sock gag, but his eyes were glazed over and he just watched the scene with tweaked focus. Realizing that he was putting on a show, Brent decided to go all out. With both strong hands grasped around Johnny’s throat as he gasped for air, Brent lunged forward and started slobbering and nibbling all over Johnny’s face, ears, jaw, and chin. I could smell the heavy familiar scent of the Marlboro Reds Brent smoked constantly from the globs of spit now coating and dribbling on Johnny’s face. Struggling even to breathe, Johnny was completely incapable of even verbally reacting to Brent licking and slobbering over him like a wild rabid dog. After a few seconds, Brent released Johnny’s neck and he gasped one big breath of air before getting a hard slap across the face from Brent. I looked over at Faggot. My beautiful blond beach boy who not long ago was on that same mattress making out with me. Just this morning, he woke up with me alone wrapped around him, holding him in my arms.

 

Now, it’s deep in the middle of the night and it was clear I wasn’t going to be spending the night with him tonight. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and his gaze was full of want and jealousy. While a stranger hurt his raw pussy, I was hurting him by forcing him to watch me have amazing sex with some random slut and not even giving him the time of day while I let this thug tear his sweet little cunt with his raw BBC. I smirked and started pumping upwards and curving back into Johnny’s hole. I kept eye contact with Faggot for a while until I started getting close from all the friction my dick was getting from both Brent’s dick and Johnny’s pussy walls. Then I looked away as my eyes rolled back into my head as I was overwhelmed with pleasure.

 

I grabbed a fistful of Johnny’s hair and pulled his head back. Suddenly all my attention went to Johnny as I neared climax. Everyone knew I was about to cum. My body couldn’t make it more obvious as I groaned loudly with pleasure all of a sudden and my face twisted in depraved pleasure. My whole body bucked and I struggled to ravage Johnny however I could. With my free hand, I clutched Johnny’s throat like it was just an inanimate object, no concern at all for his pain and ability to breathe. The boy gagged feebly, his eyes looking dead and hopeless as he realized he couldn’t avoid or resist the abuse because we weren’t hurting him to punish him; we do it to him because we enjoy it and because we can.

 

Suddenly excited by my manic attempts to hurt the boy, Brent began slapping him in rapid succession with his right hand and grabbed Johnny’s tiny ankle with his left to pull it as wide as possible. His face winced in pain as I egged on, “SLAP HIM HARDER, COME ON! HARDER!” Brent started viciously beating Johnny’s face. I couldn’t see Johnny’s face from the thrashing; I could only see the crazed look on Brent’s face. He was grinning with his mouth because he was having the time of his life, but his eyes were cold and angry.

 

I realized if I choked the boy any longer, he’d be in danger. Luckily for him, a burn of pleasure erupted from my dick and suddenly any moans were drowned out by my explosive, animalistic roar interrupted by my sudden bellowing of, “TAKE MY BABIES UP YOUR STUPID CUNT, FUCKING DIRTY WHORE!” After my dick finished pulsing and I felt the thick warm wetness start to flood the cavities around our dicks, I mellowed down and laid back while Brent did everything as hard as he could. “You’re not done yet, bitch,” he growled, assaulting the poor freshly bred whore who couldn’t even respond to all the roughness anymore. He slapped, he bit, he kissed, he spit, he choked, and he thrust as violently as he could. He was soaked in sweat and panting from how hard of a workout this marathon fuck was – even an athlete would be worn out. Brent refused to let his body stop him though. He was determined to go even harder, his eyes blackening with malice. He was Marino’s son alright. Hell, Marino probably was just like this when he conceived this son of a bitch. Brent’s mom was probably tossed aside like a beaten up rag after Marino was done with her, a gift forcibly deposited in her vagina that would later grow up to an eagerly violent thug.

 

Johnny squealed like a pig at the slaughter, his face covered in red from all the smacking. Drool, snot, and tears leaked from his face everywhere, dangling from his chin. They dripped over a shiny sheen of Brent’s dried spit. He was definitely gonna have some scary-looking hickies and choke marks all over his neck. The whole time, Brent’s dick sliced and punched the boy’s now wet and loose hole, making loud squish sounds as he mashed the boy’s juicy flesh. My now soft dick slipped out, letting Brent have full reign over where his dick struck.

 

Watching Brent has changed how I saw him completely. When he first came here, I thought of him as probably a dumb and naive fuckboy eager to do whatever to live hard and fast. He was so good-looking and still young I even considered turning him into another whore. I never would’ve thought the guy would seamlessly cooperate with the shit that I do, even enthusiastically go above and beyond in this life of sin. He fucked continuously and grunted deeply with each thrust as Johnny started to experience only pleasure in his hole. It was so wet and loose it was like just a flesh pole of pure pleasure plunging in and out of him. The boy was no longer screaming, only softly moaning while he looked lazily at Brent. I recognized this – sometimes after using Faggot too hard at first, he will sink into a state of absolute heaven when I fuck him normally. I was surprised to find I enjoyed his pleasure too. Even though I degrade him so hard, at the end of the day, making him feel good made him love sex. Made him love me.

 

But Johnny was experiencing sex that gave him pure physical bliss without an ounce of passion or intimacy. Unceremoniously, Brent grunted under his breath that he was close. With a couple extra heavy thrusts, he dumped his nut in Johnny, who barely reacted. When he pulled out, he pulled his pants back up and we both stood up to restrain our newly Christened property together.  The room was quiet now. Faggot’s john was taking a long break from fucking and now they were making out heatedly, bodies intertwined. Or, rather, it looked like the black man’s body was swallowing up the little smooth body.

 

I casually realized that Faggot is no victim. Of course he’s completely hooked on drugs now and has had no interaction with anyone besides me and random men he will quickly forget, so it was inevitable he’d become attached to me. That, and I fucking know I’m a handsome rugged stud and sexual attraction and love can be confusing, especially for a cracked out and frequently raped little whore like him who knows very little else. I looked over at him, just kissing this man who paid for him like they were passionate lovers. I could tell he didn’t care any more about Johnny’s well-being than we did; he’s practically forgotten Johnny is still here! There wasn’t an ounce of kinship between whores, even though they were in the same situation now. That was good for me.

 

“Nobody’s gonna come looking for you, you fucking faggot,” Brent said, addressing that exact point. “I made sure before meeting you that you haven’t been in touch with your family for a while, remember? You thought I was curious about your personal life? Nah, you chose drugs over them and you’re on your own, remember? But now you’ll have plenty of drugs, and we’re going to take care of you.”

 

 

We chained him with a leash on the pole right next to Faggot’s. Johnny didn’t resist at all. He was completely limp and breathing staggered breaths, having lost all hope of mercy or rescue immediately in just one hour of sex. He watched Faggot, disinterested, and gently grazed his completely shrunken dick in arousal. It’s all he knew to do.

 

“We gotta give the new boy a name. And a tattoo,” I said. I clapped a hand on Brent’s shoulder, and his demeanor lightened up, now finally interacting with me after having been entirely fixated on using Johnny this whole time. Back to reality, or whatever our version of reality is.

 

“Uh…yeah. Now?”

 

“Better now than any other time. You pick the name since you’re the one who sourced him. You did a fucking fantastic job and I’m gonna make sure I tell your dad what you’ve done.”

 

“How about just call him Cunt?”

 

“Alright, Cunt’s his name,” I said, smiling. Brent smiled back, and we had a brief brotherly moment borne from our promising partnership in crime.

 

“You hear that?” he yelled at Cunt. “Your new name is Cunt and my name doesn’t fucking matter because you will only call me Master or Sir. And this guy who was also inside you just now OWNS you now, got it? You better get started on forgetting your old name, because soon you won’t remember what life was like being you were just Cunt. A worthless cunt to fuck named Cunt. What just happened to you is going to be your daily life now, only there will be other men too. If you want your drugs, you earn it with that body, got it?”

 

Johnny looked up at Brent and spoke for the first time in a long time. “Yes.”

 

SLAP.

 

“YES, WHAT?”

 

“Yes, sir,” Cunt moaned weakly.

 

SLAP.

 

“Good boy,” Brent said. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. While the rest of the world slept, Cunt turned from a one of the most handsome albeit weathered Colombian boys to walk the scene to the sorry unrecognizable mess he is now. A sock dangling half off of one foot, mouth hanging open, eyes vacillating between exhaustion and flashes of wired tweakiness. Fluid everywhere. His carefully gelled hair now stuck up in broken oily patches from where we grabbed it.

 

We wouldn’t show it, but we were just as fucking exhausted as Cunt. It had been a long night of physical exertion.

 

“Where do I sleep tonight? Floor?” Brent asked, clearly hoping it wouldn’t be the case. “We’re both really big dudes. We can’t both fit on your bed. That blond bitch is with a customer for the night, so they’ll be taking the mattress.”

 

“Nah, take the bed. You earned it,” I said with genuine pride.

 

“Where are you gonna sleep, boss?” he asked.

 

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll knock out when there’s an opening somewhere. You did all the work tonight, kid. It’s like you were born for this shit. Sleep as long as you want and don’t worry about me.” Of course, I wasn’t saying all this without any motive. Brent did a quick brush of his teeth and then collapsed on the bed still dressed. He was out in seconds.

 

The Cave was silent, but the mattress squeaking suggested that Faggot was getting fucked again. I snuck in. The two were laying next to each other, the john just casually thrusting into Faggot with his huge cock as he laid with his eyes mostly closed, relaxed. I guess he was determined enough to get his money’s worth that he was going to fuck until he fell asleep. Faggot’s eyes were open a crack, a sliver of his charming blue iris still visible but pretty much lifeless. He was also completely wiped, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep with such a big dick rubbing his insides, even if it wasn’t rough. He was still stunningly beautiful, no matter what sorry state he’s in, but the energetic innocent boy I met on the street corner was almost completely dead and replaced with a shell of a sex toy that only knew pleasure and not even

who he was anymore. I wonder how much of his life before being here he’s already forgotten. All I know is this black man whose name I either forgot or never even knew is just going to be one more blurry memory for him that takes him one step farther from boyhood.

 

Now, Cunt. Cute little smooth jaw, clear skin, those boyish eyes and lips. Mindlessly jerking his limp dick watching Faggot and his john, not even realizing that he was looking at his future. According to Brent, he hasn’t spoken to his family in 4 years after they found out about him being gay and his drug addiction. Now, he has a roof over his head at all times. In exchange…

 

….I ran my fingers up his inner thigh, gently caressing those used and wet red lips. My finger practically fell into his hole. It was greeted instantly by warm cream. Cunt looked up at me, his eyes almost a little hopeful.

 

“Mmm, such a nice pussy baby,” I groaned softly, my face inching closer to his so that he could feel my hot breath against his cheek. He whimpered ever so slightly, “Yeah, Daddy?”

 

“Yeah,” I said, evil grin stretching on my face. It was actually the first thing he said to me directly. Considering a couple hours ago, I threatened his life if he didn’t stay still and let us point him with T and then I raped him and almost choked him out, I was surprised to hear him call me Daddy, a sign that he accepted me. It seemed like he forgot all that trauma and now this tender moment was all that mattered. I gently rubbed my finger all over the insides of that pink hole, churning the cum. My fully-clothed but still overheated body pressing against his naked flesh, which was getting cold on the bare concrete. His tiny hands groped at my tattooed muscles, holding onto me like a newborn baby needing protection. I knew he was happy to have me keep him warm, and no matter how fucked up he was, he knew that it comes at a price. I gently kissed him, really tasting him and slurping him slowly with my tongue, then smooching him softly, our lips both wet and sticky. I didn’t bother to check if Faggot was looking, nor did I give a shit. Right now, I was just happy. Happy to welcome Brent into the family, happy to have an extra body to make money from, and happy that I can enjoy myself while an anonymous man pays me to use my other whore. And Cunt was going to make me happy until morning. My dick was rock hard again.

 

“Take these poppers, baby. Huff until you don’t think you can take them anymore, alright cutie? Daddy’s gonna take care of you, but first I need you to take care of Daddy, OK?”

 

“Yes, Daddy.” Whore. Did you already forget that just now I almost crushed your windpipe from choking you, demanded Brent smack you harder, and rammed my raw cock in you as violently as I could all at the same time? He obeyed and poppered up, 4 deep sniffs in each nostril and I had to cap it for him because he was just spinning. Head lolling side to side, eyes unable to focus on me and unfocusing into the distance, blubbering and slurring his words.

 

“Fffr….Fuck me daddy…Please? I..I want…need dick!” he moaned, suddenly looking desperate. I pulled my finger out and glided my cock in, straight to the balls.

 

“Unhh…. Yeah….yeah…,” he moaned, his face lighting up gently with a soft but tired joy.

 

“You gonna be my little Cunt, baby? Let me do what I want with you baby?” I whispered, kissing the nape of his neck as I pumped him slowly but deeply. All the way out to the tip, then all the way back in to the hilt. And then pulsed and try to squeeze in even just a little more to go deeper. Again and again. And again, but this time I punched it in and he yelped with a mixture of pain, pleasure, and surprise.

 

“Daddy..!”

 

“Daddy’s gonna hurt you now, ok baby? Can you let daddy beat your pussy up some more?”

 

“Yes, Daddy. Please beat up my pussy,” he moaned. He looked up at me with baby dog eyes, and fuck!! That’s how Faggot looks at me when we have sex! These dumb sluts adore me, and it’s so cute it just makes me want to rape them with as much force as I can. My dick is long, and when punch fucking, it goes really deep. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I’m gonna go REALLY deep. REALLY hard.

 

I began thrusting savagely into Cunt, quickly wiping the look of adoration in his eyes and replacing it with surprised screams as I hit that painful spot all the way at the end of his canal at bullet speed.

 

“AHH! AHH AHHHHH! Ahh—ahhhAHHH!” Each especially hard thrust elicited a cry of pain. I heard Faggot start to moan from behind me too, and the mattress springs squeaking. I guess I woke up the black man who had slowly drifted off with Faggot, and he just started fucking. Faggot had also passed out from exhaustion and suddenly was jerked awake from being penetrated. I took a peek.

 

“FUCK that Faggot. Your time’s up with him at 8AM so hurry up and fuck the shit out of that dumb slut,” I said. Acknowledging me with a grunt, the black man flipped Faggot onto his stomach, pounced on top of him, and just rammed down into him like a pogo stick. Faggot’s blue eyes flickered with a glow of life as the sudden rough sex was euphoric for his used wet hole. After making sure that Faggot was not going to get off easy today, I turned back to Cunt and gave it my all too. The rougher I pounded, the harder he pounded. From just fast pogo stick fucking to really loud smacks as he shoved the entire thing in hard in deep forceful and almost reckless thrusts. The beautiful blond boy underneath him cried out each time the big black dick hit the end of where it could hit. Wherever it was, it hurt. He was jamming his giant tool straight into the soft walls of his rectum any way he could instead of going up inside the natural direction of his hole. Not wanting Faggot’s moans to be louder than Cunt’s, I got competitive and mean. I didn’t think about trying to give it my all, I just fucked animalistically, which is what I do better than anything else I’ve ever tried. Over 10” of hard bone, even if it’s not thick and his hole is stretched, can do a lot of damage when I just let me feral instincts take over. I don’t even realize how hard I’m going until I suddenly look down at Cunt and he has a perpetual pained look on his face and is howling at a rapid staccato in rhythm with my fucking. His noises were a little deeper than Faggot’s, who sounds exactly like a girl when he screams. Together, the room suddenly exploded in sound of boys getting impaled harder than they were ready for.

 

“I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA BREED THAT FUCKING ASS!” the black man cried behind me. He closed his eyes hard and shoved in extra hard a couple times. Faggot SCREAMED.

 

“AHH! TOO DEEP!!! TOO HARD!” he yelled. He’s taken a lot, but I know with that angle and force, there’s no way the john wouldn’t hurt him. He was probably doing it intentionally to him because his cries of pain aroused him and brought him closer to climax.

 

“Take it ARRRGH!” the black man groaned, thrusting it all the way in and then just throbbing in place. He shuddered on top of Faggot, who was still screaming because the hard throbbing deep in his hole was especially painful. And then the cum shot in even deeper. The man quickly got dressed and left, having already paid me when he came in. Hearing Faggot yell “too hard” for the first time in a long time brought out something in me that I didn’t even know was there. I started pounding Cunt against the wall, just slamming my dick into him so hard it hammered him into the wall behind him. Crushed between me and the wall, he just yowled as I tried to fuck him so hard that my cock would hit the wall itself from inside him.

 

“NNNGH! AYYYYY, AGGH AHH IT HURTS!” Cunt cried. “PLEASE! GENTLER! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!” I just ignored him and pretended he didn’t even say anything. I’ve already done so many bad things to this kid that this is just gonna be a drop in the ocean. “PLEASE! AHH! AHH!” he cried. But all I felt was amazing wet fleshy goodness around my dick, and I can’t feel his pain, so I plowed on without mercy. It may have only been a few minutes, but I know to Cunt it probably felt like it was never going to end. Eventually I had another orgasm that rocked my body. We screamed in unison, him from pain, both of us from pleasure. It sent waves of tingles through to my toes and all of a sudden I looked down at the trembling boy underneath me with disgust. Remembering that I kissed the boy before we fucked, I spat on him harshly.

 

“Stupid faggot. Fucking disgusting piece of shit…,” I growled. My dick had softened enough and had lost enough sensitivity so I just ripped it out, crawled over to the mattress, grabbed Faggot and pinned him against me just to have a warm body, and fell asleep with my dick against him, still sticky from Cunt’s nasty creamy hole.    

[pozpopperpig]

Another great chapter!

[Rosebud69]

Fucking great story, we all want more chapters!

[asncumbucket]

Part 7

Only days after Cunt (previously Johnny) joined the den, we got 2 new whores and 2 new handlers. And a new place.

First came Brian, a 53 year-old middle-aged man who was not quite a bear but stood out among the muscled crew of handlers. Brian is a divorced man who lives out of a room at the Motel 6 owned by Henry. The man is a full redneck daddy: he seemed to only own one pair of faded jeans and always wore a pair of brown leather shoes. On top, he only ever wore a stained wife-beater and sometimes a flannel over it. Brian is a sex addict above anything, which is how we found the sleazy motherfucker. Before living at the motel, he served jailtime after he was caught fucking the shit out of some bitch in an alleyway. She had her fishnet stockings ripped and her thong pulled down, makeup sloppy and smeared, drool hanging from her lip, hair everywhere, and wobbling in her stiletto’s. Brian was fully clothed except for his thick, white, 9-inch pole poking out of his fly and ramming into the girl’s cunt. He had one hand tightly clutching one of her tits under her crop top and the other hand jammed into her mouth while he fucked her. After Brian got out of jail, he wasn’t welcome home anymore. Shortly after, he lost everything in the divorce, including full custody of his 2 teenage daughters. With child support, court fees, motel bills, and his crack addiction, Brian has racked up thousands of dollars in debt. When Henry saw sketchy guys coming in and out of Brian’s room, he knew Brian had started selling crack. Then he referred him to us, and to save money, Brian moved in.

 

The den was getting pretty stuffed. Cunt had gotten sick on his second week from how badly abused his body and probably the sheer filth he’s constantly living in. Being one of my whores is hard on the body for sure. We decided to give Cunt a long rest where he got a space on the mattress. Brent would bring him food every day and keep him well groomed. The two of them got the bed in the main room together so that the others didn’t get sick. Brent didn’t mind getting sick with Cunt. At 4PM one day, I came from getting Cunt his biweekly waxing and tanning and saw Brent spooning Cunt. Brent was fully clothed, while Cunt was only in a jockstrap, as per the house rules. Brent was keeping him warm. He’d grown especially affectionate for Cunt, and I was getting concerned something was going on there. I decided to wait and see – as long as Brent and Cunt were both making me money, I didn’t give a fuck. Later that night, Brian arrived with 2 suitcases. He had no car, so Henry had given them a ride. They both came in. Henry had already informed me of the situation.

 

“Welcome, man,” I said. I didn’t mean it. We only had one bed and a mattress, which means if Brian was going to be a handler, then the whores were gonna get the floor.

 

“Nice to be here,” Brian responded unenthusiastically. No honor amongst thieves; I just didn’t trust the guy. Fortunately, Brian’s suitcase contained several pounds of crack, some wrapped pipes, a couple loose pairs of underwear and socks, and a couple pairs of dirty underwear he stole from women he fucked. The other suitcase contained $5,000 in cash. I saw how this was going to work.

 

Brian was going to be my main crack sell. And it was good to have such a supply in the house at all times. Henry brought some sheets and pillows from the motel that he tossed onto the floor. That was for more sleeping/fucking space.

 

He was going to sleep on the sheet in the main room while I got the mattress in the den with Faggot. Cunt and Brent would sleep in my bed. Brian’s eyes looked around the room and settled on the sleeping Cunt. He mostly preferred fucking women and trannies, but he has fucked countless boys to satisfy his sexual appetite when the others were scarce. Cunt had a perfectly smooth and shiny olive skin that was completely exposed. I sensed danger.

 

“$200,” I demanded. “If you wanna fuck that boy right now.”

 

“WHAT!” Brian barked. “That little whore is probably worth $20 at most. I don’t pay for fags.” Unpleasant dude.

 

“Boy is sick, and if you fuck him now he’s gonna be sick for even longer and we’re gonna lose money. Besides, if you wanna fuck him, you have to get his permission.” I nodded over to Brent, who was peacefully asleep with his boy in his arms. “YO! BRENT!”

 

Brent didn’t wake up. Before I knew it, I saw Brian throw two hundred dollar bills on the bed, crawl into the bed practically crushing Cunt who lazily woke up, and started groping him and licking him. Henry whistled.

 

“I don’t think he’s fucked all day,” Henry said. “Guy was talking about how excited he was there were little fag boys here.”

 

“Well, fuck. Cunt’s in trouble, but I got my money. Brent might kick his ass.” I said. I needed to make sure nothing bad happened, but Brian was already trouble.

 

“Who are you? Please…stop,” Cunt moaned, still groggy from sleep, but Brian seemed to barely notice he said anything. Before he could grasp what was happening, Brian began slobbering all over Cunt’s face and kissing him aggressively. Cunt tried to move his face away, but at this point Brent was stirring.

 

“Yo…what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK! THIS BOY IS MINE, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

 

“Yeah good morning, you fucking idiot. Looks like you’re losing control of your boy, but don’t worry. The man dropped 200 to have him and it’s on the bed somewhere,” I said, standing there just watching Brian molest Cunt. All of a sudden, I heard screaming from the Den.

 

“AGGHHH! AHHH! AHHHH! NNGGG! AHHH! HELP!”

 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID FAGGOT! YOU SCREAM ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” It was Henry’s voice, which had quickly changed from his usual jovial tone to a menacing, violent one.

 

“MMMMMMFFF!” a muffled scream.

 

“SHUT!” Loud smack that sounded like it broke some cheekbones.

 

“MMMF!MMMMF!”

 

“THE!” Second loud smack.

 

“FUCK!” Third loud smack.

 

“UP!” Fourth loud smack.

 

The door to the Den was open. I rushed in and saw Henry raping Faggot. I actually got worried because it’s been a while since I heard Faggot scream like that, and I thought I might have had to actually tell Henry to back off. A bottle of maximum impact and a $50 bill was right next to Faggot’s knees on the mattress. I assumed Henry had sprayed the bottle into the dirty towel he pressed tightly against Faggot’s face. Faggot was struggling to breathe, only inhaling the chemicals of the drug. His eyes widened in alarm and arousal and he instantly seemed to start fading and losing control. Henry’s other hand was gripped around Faggot’s throat tight enough to choke him to death.

 

“HEY! HEY, YOU’RE GONNA KILL THE KID!” I barked, wrestling Henry off of Faggot. What has gotten into the man today? Henry fell backwards, his dick ripping out of the blond twink’s little pink hole. Drops of old cum splashed out of his newly formed rosebud. Faggot collapsed, tears in his eyes. He was beyond fucked up and just trying to catch his breath, but his eyes were filled with panic and fear.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?” I roared. “WHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOU?” I rushed over to Faggot, throwing the dirty towel aside, and picking him up gently into my arms. Tears were now streaming down his face, and he looked up at me with those helpless blue eyes as if to beg for forgiveness for causing me to intervene. Is this how Brent felt for Cunt being sick? Am I starting to feel for the kid?
 

“Sorry, bro,” Henry said, almost as if waking up from a dream. “He just looked so sexy and it made me so violent all of a sudden. Might be all the crack that I smoked with Brian today. Haven’t busted a nut in 4 days. Sorry, man. And…sorry to you too, bitch.” Faggot’s eyes haven’t moved from me.

 

“It’s alright, bro. You can fuck this boy up, but you can’t kill him. He’s OK. Give him a second. And when he seems alright, you can fuck him again. You can still abuse the shit out of him, just make sure you tweak him up first and don’t do anything that might kill him, alright? He’s fragile. I’ve injured the kid a lot just from regular fucking.” It’s true. While his skin was mostly still glossy, Faggot was covered in bruises and sometimes even sported a black eye.

 

“Are you ok, babe?” I said tenderly, now turning my attention to the boy in my arms. I kissed him on the lips gently.

 

“Daddy…” he squealed weakly. His voice trembled. The boy wasn’t alright, but his breath was coming back. I gently laid him back down on the mattress and pocketed the 50 bucks. I nodded to Henry.

 

“Go service your john, slut. You’re ok now. He paid for the full hour and if you don’t respect him just because he got a little too rough, you’re going to get a real beating from me and this next hour is going to hurt like fucking hell.” Faggot’s eyes pleaded with me. He was too scared to even look at Henry. The boy had just gotten back from grooming and was minding his own business when Henry just stormed in and took him by force. I didn’t care, though. Henry, this time, calmly saddled back up to Faggot, who inched forward instinctively. Henry grabbed the boy and pulled him back into him. He lined his dick, which was just hanging out of his jeans, right at Faggot’s hole. He looked down and just dropped a few globs of spit before pushing right in.

 

“OW!” Faggot cried. He grimaced, struggling to relax while Henry continued to push forward. He quickly shut up, though, as he sensed that any more complaints may get him more punishment. Feeling guilty, Henry began kissing Faggot’s neck as he pumped him.

 

“Baby, baby,” he said sensually in Faggot’s ear. “I’m sorry baby. You just make me so horny and it made me want to do bad things to you. It’s because you’re too beautiful, baby. Forgive me?” Faggot craned his back to look at Henry.

 

“Yeah, of course. Fuck me, sir,” he said.

 

“Good boy,” Henry groaned, kissing him deeply while he began picking up the pace of his thrusts. Faggot moaned softly and turned back forward as Henry kept kissing him all over. The fucking never stopped, but at this point, getting fucked hard is just an indispensable pleasure for Faggot.

 

“Good boy! I love you, baby,” Henry moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure as he continued to pump straight into Faggot. “I love you so much, baby. I’m just gonna make love to you today, ok? Hey. Kiss me baby.”

 

Faggot knew this was wrong. Whether it was his choice or not, he knew he’d get punished later for having intimate, affectionate sex with a john. He was only allowed to show love for me. However, he couldn’t turn Henry down since he was his whore for the hour, so I made a mental note to really fuck him up when Henry was done.

I walked back out to see how Cunt was doing. 2 socks were stuffed in his mouth and he was bouncing up and down on Brian’s cock. Both of Brian’s hands were wrapped around Cunt’s neck to hold him in place while he pumped mercilessly into the little Latino twink. Meanwhile, Cunt’s delicate hands were clasped tightly around Brian’s hands, weakly trying to pry them off. Cunt’s cries were gargled by the socks, but tears had surfaced in his eyes as Brian fucked up into him, alternating between jackhammering into him and just pounding him deep.

 

“Mmmph,” he squealed weakly in resignation, his head lolling over to the side. He looked helplessly over at Brent, who was sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette and watching Cunt in silence, showing no signs of intervening. As much as he took care of Cunt earlier, he stopped giving a shit about Cunt’s well-being as soon as he got paid.

 

“Just gonna leave him? He seems to be asking for your help,” I said.

 

“Fuck man, I just made $200 and all I have to do is let this guy fuck him? If he wasn’t sick, I’d let him take him for the night.” Brent turned to Cunt and spat towards the bed, which was squeaking violently with Brian’s pounding. “You better get used to it, Cunt. I’m not gonna help you. I’m just going to sit back and enjoy the view.” A shit-eating grin spread on Brent’s face as more tears streamed down Cunt’s face.

 

“Such a fucking nice hole. So fucking nice. He’s so fucking tight I bet it hurts,” Brian grunted as he fucked. He pressed his mustache to the nape of Cunt’s neck and whispered, “No one’s going to help you, bitch. I went to jail for fucking a whore I paid good money for, and I wasn’t even hurting her. I should’ve raped her and beaten her. So, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna rape you for my pleasure and you better get used to it, because no one’s coming to save you here. I fucking hate whores like you. And you’re a fucking faggot too. Fucking worthless piece of shit. Yo, give him some of my crack.”

 

He let go of Cunt’s neck and ripped the socks out from his mouth. The boy gasped for air. Brent was there promptly with a packed crack pipe and slipped it straight into the boy’s lips. The first good thing to happen to the boy. He eagerly drained the crack as hard as he could. It was some strong stuff.

 

“Holy…holy shit,” he cried. “Holy shit too... too much! Fffuck I’m too high…. Fff”

 

“You guys are sick,” I laughed. My dick was getting hard just watching Brian use the boy. “Alright boys, I gotta make a delivery. Yo Brent, don’t let him break the boy, alright? Remember he’s sick.”

 

“I’ll make sure he rests after this crazy motherfucker is done raping him. Actually, you know what?” Brent stood up, waddled over, slipped his basketball shorts down to his ankles revealing his fully hard cock that Cunt only knew too well by now. “Gag on it, whore.”

 

At that moment, I heard loud yelping from the Den.

“FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK ME, SIR! FUCK ME HARD!” Faggot cried. That was the signal he had just taken a real deep blow of poppers.

 

“YEAH, BABY? YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU HARD? DAMN, YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING FAGGOT! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU HARD, BABY! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD I’M GONNA BREAK THIS LITTLE PUSSY!”

 

“FUCK YEAH, DADDY! FUCK ME I LOVE IT!”

 

“YEAAAAHHHH, BABY YEAHHH! I LOVE YOU BABY! I WANT YOU TO HAVE MY BABIES! DO YOU WANT MY BABIES, BOY?”

 

“FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME OVER AND OVER UNTIL YOU KNOCK ME UP, SIR!”

 

Hearing this, Brent rushed into the Den, crushing over all the garbage and swooping onto Faggot.

 

“LET ME IN THAT HOLE!” he roared. “MOVE OVER, LET ME GET UNDER HIM!”

 

“Fuck yeah, get in here Papi!” Henry exclaimed excitedly.

 

“AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Faggot’s pained boyish voice rang above Brent and Henry’s mutual groans of pleasure. This was followed by gurgled screams followed by a battery of smacking sounds. As soon as Brent joined the fray, there were slaps on the face, spanks on his ass, a full chokehold, fingers down his throat, and a fistful of golden hair all happening at the same time. Henry had just been enjoying sex with Faggot now they had made up after he nearly killed the boy, but that intimate encounter quickly changed now that the two men realized how much damage they could do together. Four hands were striking all over the boy out of nowhere, accompanied by spit flying from both men. Faggot’s eyes looked helpless, but by now I could tell he was enjoying it.

 

Fuck my delivery. I wasn’t about to be the only man in my own house not having sex. I rushed over to Cunt’s now empty mouth, unzipped my fly, and shoved my dick into his mouth.

 

“Suck it,” I ordered, grabbing his head and pushing him down. I held him there until he gagged so hard he almost vomited. I pulled him up for a breath, and then started fucking his face. Brian started fucking harder. I didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed like Brian had never tried to fuck this hard in his life. And he always fucked hard. Every thrust wasn’t deep enough, didn’t pound him hard enough. Cunt’s mouth was so wet, and I was already so hard from the whole scene that I quickly got close. And good god, the boy started really sucking his best. As much as he feared us, Cunt had begun to enjoy giving us pleasure.

 

“I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. I pulled out of his throat and immediately squirted several ropes of thick cum all over the boy’s face. A little bit got into his eye, and he squealed with the burn.

“Fuck yeah, whore, look at all that cum on your face. Get over here,” Brian ordered, pulling the boy’s face to his and slobbering all over it. He spat harshly on him, mixing it with my cum slurping and spreading it all over his face and neck. He then pulled Cunt off his dick, threw the boy onto his stomach, jumped onto him and started humping him instantly. He jammed his dick into Cunt’s hole in one aggressive thrust, eliciting another cry, and slammed Cunt’s face into the mattress. He rammed like a predator devouring his helpless prey.

 

“FUUUUCK YEAH! FUCK IT FEELS GOOD! Are you ready, whore? Are you ready?” He growled. He halted his onslaught, pulled out of the hole with a “plop” sound of the head, and then slammed back in and started fucking him like a savage animal. Even fully clothed except for his dick, Brian looked like an angry beast and Cunt looked like a corpse he was scavenging. His eyes had glazed over as if he was in shock, but tears mixing in with my cum. Brian seemed to continue fucking Cunt for what seemed like an eternity until he finally groaned in his ear, “I’m gonna cum in you, bitch.”

 

“Here. You. FUCKING GO!” And with that, Brian surged forward and convulsed violently. Cunt’s cum-stained face came to life as he discovered a new pain he hadn’t known before. Brian was so deep it broke the second ring by force. He emitted several high-pitched screams as Brian bucked deeper and deeper.

 

“Ahhhhh…. Ahhhh fuck yeah… fuck,” Brian groaned with relief, ignoring Cunt’s screams. A pleased smile broke out on his face. He collapsed onto Cunt, eyes closed. “My hour’s not over yet, bitch. Don’t think you’re done. Give me a minute and you’re about to get round 2 and I’m gonna give it everything I got.”

Part 8 coming next

 

  

[pozsewerpig]

Superb story. I can't wait to read more!

[Wantitraw2014]

Fuck it took me forever to find this again! So glad I did! Can’t wait for the next part! 🤤😈

[BoYGaSM]

On 4/1/2019 at 7:17 PM, asncumbucket said:

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[fitch]

love it