Me, Carlos and Ben

[MTLneg]

From his resume, Carlos would appear as middle-aged man, graduated from a respectable university and acting as a financial advisor - quite successful - for a firm you probably never heard of. He was also a volunteer for HIV Montreal, a non-profit org with an inexhaustible source of fresh young man, and the most exquisite sexual outlet for his urges which were as often as possible.  

When you met Carlos in person, you would have a different perspective. He didn’t look like your typical accountant or financials trustee.  The man that would stand before you would be massive, clearly not obese nor muscled-freak. A strange sight. At 6’2” tall, crop hair with a one-day strong goatee, averaging 115 kg, he was obviously impressive. The suit he would wear would be tight on his huge chest and the bulge in his trouser would have you give up any pretense of anything small with Carlos. Naked, he was intimidating.  

This is exactly what 19-year-old college star-athlete Ben Schultz realized as he lay on the mattress, completely naked. I had to tie his hands because he was a very angry jock, with no ounce of fat he might have overpowered me easily. For the first 15-20 minutes, Ben cursed at me vehemently, wrestling to get loose of his bounds without success. Neighbors would have been alerted if it was not of the underwear-gag stuffed in his mouth. I must say I had used his own boxer brief soaked in my warm and toxic piss to muffle him. Now, he was breathing heavily through his broken nose, exhausted by the useless strenuous effort he put up. My nice dripping hard cock resting against his treasure trail of his hard abs. I was caressing his face, wiping the tears down to his neck and shoulders. He was an exceptional specimen of a healthy and sturdy young man.

He had all the reasons to be angry.  After all, I was threatening his masculinity – no doubt he was 100% straight – with me invading his space, with me caressing his naked body, powerless to my fingers to roam over his chest and stomach, tied up on a smelly mattress with a faggot. And really upset about the large Latino man behind him who was about to shove a fat nine-inch poz cock up his pinky virgin asshole. That was my good friend Carlos, a gang-raised teen who had grown into a ruthless thug man, hung like a pornstar. 

“Sshh… Sshh… calm down Ben, you need to relax” as I removed the gag. “I know its all new to you, but I am afraid that if you don’t Carlos will have to force down his large cock in your puny straight ass. None of us wants to hurt you, believe me.  Loosing its cherry to a man is unique moment in a life of a young man like you and I would like to make it memorable for you… That was mean! If you spit in my face again, I will put a safety pin through your tongue and bottom lip. As a fact, I like swapping spit with handsome straight guys like you, so I am not really mad at you. Now, my turn, open your mouth!”

I snorted deep and hard, then brought my face close to his like I would kiss him, and spit up a big yellowish lumpy phlegm right pass his tonsils, forcing him to swallow it by tilting his chin up. 

“You need to understand who runs the show here. There isn’t much you can do. We have nothing against you, in fact we are delighted to have stumble into you at the bar men’s room. You put up quite a show while horse-pissing at the urinal. Oh yeah, you were slightly drunk and show us, the “faggots” like you called us, how man you were. We would have laugh with you at your macho stance, but see, I don’t like the “f” word as much as Carlos here like the “n” one. It’s offensive. So, we had to see how man you were. I guess will find out soon.  The truth is you are going to get your ass fucked and you will have to accept it. Now, how easy it will be is pretty much up to you.  You can listen to us and follow our instructions by lifting your legs and bring your knees as close as possible to your shoulders. See, it is easy for the athlete that you are.  Sshh… stop shaking, nothing really bad will happen, you ass is so tight that it will be extremely painful. Let me hold your legs. Now, concentrate on relaxing this little cunt of yours like a good girl.”

With me pushing, Ben’s knees sunk into the mattress past his shoulders unveiling at the same time his virgin rosebud. It was a mesmerizing vision I hadn’t the chance to see often.

“Stop putting a fuss. In this position, it will be easier for both of you. We had the impression when we met you that you weren’t a selfish little prick, aren’t you?  Think about Carlos, it’s going to hurt him as much as you if you struggle like this.  I know, you never had sexual intimacy with a guy before, not even with your best friend or your Dad.  Trust me, it’s an adjustment. Oh! You don’t want to adjust… you have a girlfriend… well not anymore, I guessed. While you were in the bathroom at the disco-bar, I had my friend Jeremy buying her drinks and fingering her twat before you finished pissing. Don’t cry and call me a liar. If you are a good boy, do everything we ask, then I’ll bring you at the apartment upstairs to see her. After you dumped her at the bar and left with us, Jeremy brought her back to his place, the apartment above, for a nightcap. Now, don’t get upset again, I see that you are angry at me just like when I was kissing you earlier. Let me kiss you again in the most affectionate way I can. I don’t care if you don’t want to, kissing a guy is not the end of world, in fact it opens you to new sexual encounter possibilities.”  

“Now, now, I know you are reluctant to have a nine-inch cock shoved up your virgin ass… Don’t interrupted me, no one told you it was impolite?  What?... A poz cock?  Are you telling me that you would accept to be fucked by a nine-inch cock, but that you are afraid of a nine-inch poz cock?  No?  Are you sure? Because I tell you right off the bat that it will make Carlos really angry if you discriminate him only by his HIV status. A nine-inch cock, poz or not, is a nine-inch cock. And it's going to hurt, no doubt about it. There you go, just calm down. Let it go. Oh! for fuck sake, stop crying. Carlos is just trying to loosen up a bit, let him finger you some”

As Ben’s ass ring was losing the battle, something inside him shredded, his dignity had vanished. 

“Hey, I’m here. A finger in you in ass is not pain. You must realize that when Carlos is going to fuck you up the ass, the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is.  I mean, fuck, it will feel like a stirring hot spear rod ripping your guts, you will feel like dying and gone to hell… you might actually want to die… you will scream until your voice breaks and you run out of tears. But I will there with you all along to remind you that you are stronger than you think and that all your begging is pointless.”   

“You are a very handsome young man.  That’s what we first noticed of you at the bar.  There were many other guys that we could have picked, but there was something in your demeanor that draw us to you. Here, I want to kiss you again. I just can’t resist to feel your lips, but I want you to kiss me back. Close your eyes if you need to and think its your girlfriend slut you are kissing, a long wet open-mouthed kiss. Lets see if you are a good kisser. Stop trashing around. No, NO!… I warned you what would happen if you dare spit in my face again. Don’t push your luck, I like you very much, but I will punish you if I need to, and this is something you shouldn’t look forward to.”

“Look at you, hands tied, pinned down on the bed by two full-grown men. There is nothing you can do other than cooperate. We can spend hours playing with you: slapped your balls or electro-nipple play, clamps, needles, candles if we get bored. I even think that Carlos as a baseball bat somewhere, you get the idea. With each game,  you will break down bit by bit until you become a ragdoll in our hands, and then we will still fuck you. But we won’t have to do that, aren’t we? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now for that kiss, you are not to turn your head away and you are to look me in the eyes. I know I said you could close your eyes, but I changed my mind. I want to look at these beautiful brow-eyes when your mind fails to resist, and you become mine. I want a passionate kiss with a lot of tongue and spit-swapping, less than that will result in a punishment”

The French-kissing session went for about twenty minutes… at the end his face was covered with spit, his lips were puffy from all my little love bites, his mouth slack and drooling like an idiot. I took the opportunity to get closer to him, almost cuddling him, my cock frotting on his stomach. I think he got the idea how much we revel on his predicament. Carlos was slowly working a second finger in his fuckhole and nudging his balls roughly.

“See, I told you! When you cooperate, it’s so much easier and fun! Look down, look at what you have done… my hard cock poking your ribs, dripping copious amount of poz precum. You did not know I was poz also! Yes we both are. Lets rub it on your body. You are perfect except for your straight-cocky attitude, but don’t worry, after a weekend with me and Carlos, you will be unrecognizable! You will be one of us, another gifted member of our private club. A pretty cumdump opening his legs and mouth at a finger snap from any strangers. Gone will be the macho guy, gone will be the homophobic attitude, gone forever will be straight jock from the bar! Even your ex-girlfriend will be flabbergasted with the change! That if we give you permission to see her. Not that she will ever want to have sex with you anymore, not after she spent a couple of weeks being pimped at the sex club. Fuck! She might not even remember your name! Imagine how proud mom and dad will be to see their 19-year-old son graduating in something without their money! And here, next to your heart, I will have your diploma tattooed, a nice biohazard symbol!”
 
“Now, now, it’s not a nice way to thank us… don’t try to worm you way out now. It’s still a long way and hard work before you get your diploma. Don’t get nervous, Carlos and I have 100% success rate and a lot of experience.  You are so lucky to have us! I have no doubt that you will quickly become the favorite boytoy in our cohort. We will fix your hair a bit and probably shave the rest of you. Lets have a look at your nipples. They are large dark brown ones. Beautiful! They create a beautiful contrast with your pale chest, for now anyway, I am not sure if they will remain outstanding after a flogging session in a dungeon… or may be we will just get you a full-tattooed body or, if you obey, just a regular suntan. I bet you would liked that. It shows that you’re in sports, you have well-developed pecs, firm and all. They are not like a lot of sissies out there who have already their titties ready-to-eat. Not yours… your larger-than-a-quarter nipples completes your virile look. But no… not yours… you can’t do anything with them for now, not chew on them or pull them. They gives me something to work on. Mmmmh… oh yeah… so delicious. I could lick and suck on them all night. I must do something right! Your nipples are hard with a lot of little goosebumps around!  Now, whenever I suck them or I scratch your tits and draw blood with my sharp nails like this,  I want you to arch your back and push your chest up to me, as far as you can, until you feel like your backbone is ready to break. Come on… push… arch your back… tilt your head back in the mattress… you can do better than that. Stick those tits like some cheap whore in a porn movie.” 

“What are you doing?  What do you mean you can’t?  You want a rest?  Carlos, hand me the cattle prod over.  I knew it, with a little incentive you can get the best of anyone! I bet not even your ex with her whore tits can look as cute as you are right now. By the time we are done with you, anyone will see the slut in you whenever they start playing with your tits.  Because this is what you have, tits… not nipples anymore. Oh Carlos!  Great! I wish that you can see this from my point of view… Carlos has two of his thick digits up your chute, scissoring them relentlessly in preparation for a third one. Don’t bother, the cameras are capturing all this for you, and others, to view afterward. An imperishable souvenir of your deflowerment that will live on the web for all to see!  Let me spit in his asshole few times, Carlos, it will lube him and make your job easier. Don’t be such a cry baby… of course you can take another finger in your hole. If not, how to you expect Carlos to shove his nine-inch Latino cock in your sweet little hole?
 
“I must admit to you Ben that you have a pretty well-trimmed bush down there. I might let you keep it. It doesn’t make your shriveled cock look good right now, but when excited I can see why girls would fall for you. And your balls! They are good size and low hanging, you know?  No, really, you don’t?  Don’t lie to me…  You mean you never secretly spy on your playmates in the shower? You must have seen web porn, admiring men tools plowing cunts while jerking off?  Ah see, you did know, but don’t sweat you don’t have anything to be ashamed. I know you told us, you only had a 7-inch cock which we still have to see, but 7-inch is not bad but, if you want to know the truth, it is pretty small compare to Carlos black fat nine-inch poz cock, even if you remove his large skeleton tribal P.A. Yes, you are a stud with nice cock and balls for us to play for hours. Of course, I will get rid of the hair on your balls and ass. Treasure trail too. You and I will do a private session where I will pluck them out one by one. For you to remember to always keep hairless balls and smooth pussy.”

“Let me spread your asscheeks so Carlos can get a better access to your soon to be pussy. Did you fuck a lot of girls? No?...  How many?... Come on, how many?... and don’t lie to me because I will find out if you do. 2?  Only 2?  And the slut upstairs, did you fucked her?  No!  Are you some kind of closeted faggot?  Most guys these days play the fields and fuck like rabbits!  Maybe you are just shy in the bedroom. Ah! There we go again! Will you ever stop crying? I didn’t say you were a homo, it’s just that the way you bragged at the bar with your friends, the way you act in front of your girl, I’m amazed that you haven’t bone her in the cunt and the ass.  What?  You don’t do ass?  It’s disgusting?  Well for once we agree. That’s why Carlos and I gave you these piss enemas before, to cleanse your guts from all your shit. Imagine you cleaning Carlos dick after he fucked you like a cheap whore, would you prefer a shitty dick or a spit-lubed dick covered by cum, ass juice and blood?  Yes, there is going to be some blood when the heavy piercing shreds your guts.  No, you are not going to die.  How many times I have to tell you? Your mine, and I will keep you for a long time. Otherwise, how I might supposed to make money if I don’t have a nice and hot stud – yes that’s you – to rent to other men?”

“Here drink this. It’s the piss leftover from the enema. Don’t be afraid, I will not punish you if piss overflows your mouth, there is plenty more from where it came from. But I strongly suggest that you start swallowing.  After all, we don’t want you to get dehydrated in the middle of your first fuck.  Yes, you guessed right.  It’s time to fuck.  Carlos has been hard for the last half-hour while he was sawing your ass with his three fingers. Now open your mouth and suck on them while I shift over to your head to better hold your legs. Let's see how well you learned from all the preparation. In order to divert your attention from the pain, I am going to play with your dick. You will learn to love another man’s touch on your junk. It is time take your first dick up your ass. Oh fuck! you won’t believe until you see it from the video. Carlos just hawked a thick loogie to lube you, but your open and now hungry asshole just swallowed it like a starving bird eating a worm. Yeah, your hole remained open a little.  It is a little bruise also which led me believe that you were telling the truth when you told us that you had never put anything in it, not even your little finger. No, none of your screams convinced us while Carlos fingered your pucker.  After all, Ben, you might have been a sniveling cunt trying to fool us.”
 
"Carlos is spreading your bubble ass again, your puckered hole is winking at us. Is it anticipation or are you just a fucking tease?  Don’t bother to answer, instead suck on my dick a little. I warn you, don’t get any idea of biting me. If you have the audacity to even graze your teeth on my cock, we will stop our little ass play here and I will pull and knock all your teeth with the blood-rusted plier there on the nightstand. No, I’m just kidding but you get the idea. You have a pretty face, so make sure you keep it that way. Can you feel that?  Carlos is gonna push his big fat pierced-cockhead, like small apple against your virgin pussy. When I say push, push your ass like when you take a shit, it will ease the cock to go in. Oh Carlos! I am sorry Ben; Carlos couldn’t resist much longer. After all, you have been teasing him with this nice virgin ass of yours for hours. Now calm down, breathe, it must have hurt like hell. I would kill anyone before they try to fuck me with this kind of blunt prick, but we are not all alike, aren’t we Ben?  Thank god, I had the idea to pull my cock out of your mouth!  Hang on babe, suck on your boxer brief again. On top of muffling your screams, it will act as a pacifier.”

“Sssh… it’s almost over. Carlos will pull out and we will try a different position.
Lay on your side facing me, closer, no need to go shy on me again. I would say we are way past that. I'd love to untie your hands, but I just don't dare. Carlos is going to cuddle you from behind, you should now feel his cock trapped in your ass crack. I’m sure it is quite a sensation. Now, lift that leg up, yes like this, hold it. You are doing so great, such a good boytoy.  Here it goes!  See it is much easier like this. I can’t understand what you say, but don’t worry Carlos is going to stop right after he is past your ass ring.  I can feel all your muscles tensed, it is very erotic and sensual to me. Come on Carlos, stop teasing him and push your fucking cock in him.  The wait is killing him! Oh wow! You’ve done it like a good obedient faggot! You got the angry-red cockhead in! It hurts?  Yeah, I bet it does. I know you are not use to it yet. Ben, don’t you forget anything?  I am chewing on your tits again.  What are you supposed to do? Good girl, that’s it, push those tits out. You are so lucky that I am into you, that I make you realize how much your tits can bring you pleasure. I love to make you feel good. Look down, your hard babe! Carlos and I know how to please straight guy like you. Are you sure that you are fully-hard because it doesn’t look to be 7 inches, not even 6, more like a clit? Does it feel good when I rub your hard clit? Your size doesn’t matter, really, it’s not that you are going to fuck anyone ever, right? On the other hand, Carlos and I are still going to get our nuts and tap your hot hole a numerous number of times over the weekend. And we’re not even past Friday midnight, isn’t great?”

“You should had the time to adjust by now, because Carlos will start feeding your sweet little hole until he buries all of his nine-inch deep in your pussy. Let me lean over so I can be first witness when he will sink his missile-shape cock right down your straight chute.  Oh wait, Carlos wants you on your back again, swing your leg over here, don’t grimace like that it doesn’t put you at your best advantage.  Try to smile. Good god it looks like a corkscrew in your ass. Put your head here, kiss my piss slit. Go on, use your tongue.  Make me believe you really want to, so I don’t have to punish you.  Good girl.”  

“YOU DID IT, YOU GOT IT ALL IN YOU! Hell!  All fucking nine-inch!  Carlos said its like an oven down there.  Try to relax your ass muscles, you don’t want to have Carlos cum already.  With all the effort you put in so far, you owe to enjoy it! Oh, you have a cramp in your thigh… well… wrap those athlete legs around Carlos…  Go back nursing my cock and this time no more interruption. My balls are boiling down there, and they want to shoot the full 4-day poz load they have been cooking for you down your throat.  You will have to work for it, thought. Your going to do fine, everything is going to be fine.”

It was quite a sight to see this 19-year-old straight athlete sucking on my poz cock while impaled on one of the fattest Latino cock I ever seen. He had cried so much that his red were bloody red. His lips had turned into a purple shade from my prolonged nibbling session. His tits sore, I had licked, sucked and bit them way much more he wanted. His treacherous cock was standing at attention despite the humiliation and the pain. May be he was a pain pig?  His ass globes had taken a dark red color with all the slapping Carlos had given him while fingering his hole. The ass lips had lost their innocent pinkish look due to the unceasing stretch exercise they have received.  Carlos heavy-weight tattooed buddy was glistening with sweat from exertion. Me? Well, I was comforting Ben in his journey, reassuring him at every steps of his manhood was stripped. Ben’s eyes had rolled out into oblivion. I am sure his mind would have too if I wasn’t there to bring him back to reality, messing with his mind. I read somewhere something about “guys getting fucked up to get fucked... [Don't try this at home!]”

And Ben was doing all this consciously, without drugs, not even manufactured lube! Only saliva, sweat and piss and soon poz cum. I prefer guys to experience their descent to submission while they still have their mind alert. Then when they broke, they are never able to get back to normal; like a missing piece of a puzzle, like a lost dog looking back to return to his master. Ben wouldn’t be an exception. Once pozzed, rejected by his family, his best friend, other friends and, ah! his no longer girlfriend, Ben would turn to me, his savior! 

I wouldn’t let him down. I am not a cruel person. I would provide him with shelter, food and clothes (well, a jockstrap at most as he wouldn’t need much). I would even pay for medication if he wanted to. I will put him up to work at the bathhouse, finding tricks so he can earn his living. No professional career for him. No wife and children. Carlos and I would be his loving family.

“Don’t pass out! Here, let me spit on your face and lick it up back. Hmmm… your armpits hair are wet and smell good. Let me lick those pits as well, I bet this acrid taste sweat taste good. You will learn soon that anything that comes up from a man tastes good.  You will learn to crave it. Oh! Did you moan from my licking or from the fact that Carlos had started to piston his cock in your no longer virgin asshole?  Did I told you that you are handsome?”  

“Make an effort to memorize every second of it, this sharing experience. You know things are going to get lots easier for you. After Carlos… you will be able to take my dick easily. I will slide in so easy… no problem taking eight inches after you've had nine. Of course, by the weekend you'll be taking dick like a professional whore. And then Jeremy might want to have a piece of your ass after he gets bored pounding your ex. Do you think he will prefer yours or your girlfriend ass?  Based on Carlos’ comment, I will bet on yours. Soon your pussy will be looser and one night while we cuddled together, we will have a pillow talk and we will laugh at all the fuss you made today. But today, on the other hand, requires you to give your best. Push back your ass to Carlos’ thrusts. Let him see that you can take it like a man, that you are not one of these sissies. Try to stuff some cock in by yourself. There you go, see it wasn’t hard. Before sunrise tomorrow, you'll be sitting on that dick and bouncing.”

“Ughhh! I’m cumming, keep your mouth on, don’t dare to stop sucking, Ughhh! Take it… take it you whore… Ughhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Start swallowing or you’ll be first straight man to drown on cum.  Ughhh!... Oh yeah, move your tongue like that…  Ughhh!... You were good baby, oh fuck! it always prime me up to know that I am the first one to nut in a cherry throat. Your nose is running cum, you're all worked up. Let me wipe my cock snot off on the boxer. Don't worry, I'll put it back in your mouth. The way you finished me tells me you like it. Good news for you, I can feed it to you few times a day!”  

"Jesus Carlos, you are like a possessed man, wow! I never saw you fuck like this, is Ben working your cock with his ass? Look at him buck, you'd think he is having a convulsion or something…  I don't know about you, but I am having a wonderful time. I want to thank you Ben for making this night memorable. Here, does it feel any better if I twist and pull on your tits? Oh! you remembered to shove your chest up! All hope is not lost!  We'll be doing a lot of that, and more, over the weekend. Before we're through, you'll have tits like your girlfriend. Atta boy, stick those tits out, lets see how far I can pull them out. Here, give me back the boxer and breathe otherwise you will have a hell of a headache.”

"Okay Carlos, let’s conclude this! Get on your knees faggot, face and shoulders pressed down into the mattress, ass up! Fuck him Carlos! Amazing, you are taking it liked a champ! Carlos will not last long. Open that mouth of yours and suck my dick, work me up again.  When Carlos is done giving you a first dose of toxic cum. I will be ready to plow your pussy, making sure your guts digest its first poz meal!  Then, I will feed you the dessert you deserved! Ready? Lets have some more fun!”
 

[MTLneg]

The text is mine but I borrowed the idea and the canvas from another story I read a long time ago.

[workmyhole]

Fucking HOT, definitely looking forward to more.

[negchaserlooking]

Holy fuck, what a story

[pozpopperpig]

More please!

[Roughme101]

Love it. No control just there to be used and owned... Where do I signup..

[MTLneg]

Part 2 – Jeremy and Ben

“Holy shit! They really did a number on you! Don’t cringe, I won’t hurt you. I only slipped 4 fingers in your hole. Still hot and creamy! and still tighter than your girlfriend twat upstairs.  Here, taste it!   Go on, clean them all.  Good girl.   I see Carlos gave you a tongue-piercing…  I must say he doesn’t have much practice with it.  The last few guys ended up with a permanent lisp… not that it really matters…  it would just look normal on a faggot like you… but it looks like he got it right this time.  Your pretty also. I understand why Dimitri cornered you at the bar.   Don’t get me wrong, I’m no homo like you, but if it was the case, I would certainly had gone the extra mile to bring you in my bed.”

“Ignore my hardon. I took two man’s pills earlier to put me back in business.   I was planning to pork the slut another time.  Because she’s so out of it now, I can barely maintain an erection, thus the pills.   Well, at first and the following 3-4 times I alternated fucking her cunt and her shitter, she fighted  with beak and nails.  Then, the lazy slut went totally catatonic…  well that was before Dimitri and Carlos showed up and crawled next to her in my bed…  Dimitri has this special way to get the best of any slut or faggot like you…  even when you feel you are on the road of your death… he always find a way to bring you back to life!  Fuck, he is the greatest!   Then Carlos felt asleep while Dimitri was training your girl to deepthroat him.  So, I invited myself here to crash and get some sleep.”

“You have a nasty black-eye.  Somehow you must have displeased the guys, because most of the time, they are nice and gentle fellows.  Hold still, let me pull your eyelid up…  easy boy…  just up a little more…  Mmmh…  really nasty...  it already turned into a dark purple color.   Lucky for me, there are no permanent damage!  I'm way too much tired to attend some faggot wounds.   You should be okay after a month or so.   Humm… what is this?  Contact lens?  You lazy fuck!  You, faggot whore, got too excited by the prospect of a fuck that you forget the basics of hygiene…  This one is torn.  Lets see if I can removed it.  First, we should clean your eye from the dry cum.  Yuck... is this your boxer?”

“…issss! ……iisss! …urnnn”

“What did you say?  Oh! Piss! It burns!  How the fuck should I know that you pissed your underwear like an old incontinent fart!  Of course, it burns idiot!   Anyway, your eye is still too dry, the lens won’t budge.   Don’t move…   Sorry!  I was trying to spit in your eye and I completely missed my target.  Bullseye!  I got it right this time.  Oh fuck! Now, it’s too wet! I can’t grab it with my fingers.   Hold on, there is a plier here.  Don’t be so frantic!  This won’t work if you don’t stop trashing around like this.  Turn on your side and lift your leg a little, there, yes like that…   Fuck!  I liked how my 7-inch cock wormed its way in your cum-lubricated hole.  Tight and warm…  Such a good faggot…  Much better, you can’t move freely as before… if you do, then you will have to fuck yourself on my dick… well… you would probably like that… but don’t get any idea… I don’t fuck faggot… Now, ignore my cock up your ass… ignore the plier…”

“We should really clean you up.  While I was removing the lens, I got to look you up closely, and you do have pretty girlie face…  No one ever made you the compliment?  It’s true, with a face like this and your well-toned body, it wouldn’t take much hormonal therapy to get you a nice pair of tits…  I bet your girl would be jealous…  I might suggest it to Dimitri…  Anyway, up to the shower…  Ah!  yes, your hands…  I am not sure it would be a good idea to remove the tie wraps…  Dimitri must have good reasons…  Come on, up!  Holly shit!  This is really what we call having “wobbly legs”!   Hurry up!   I want to get some sleep before soon.  Do you need to shit?   Yeah, that’s what I thought. Okay sit and do your business,  I will shower first.  You pervert! Are you ogling my junk?  For fuck sake!  What now?  Is that tears?   I don't know you well faggot, but it didn't occurred to your goddamn sissy brain to shed a tear or two while I was removing your lens?   Maybe you like straight guy to spit on your face...  Open your mouth...  there...  don't swallow yet...  savour it!    Hey, I am not mad if you [banned word] on me… to each his own fantasies…”

“ass… urgt…”

What?

"AAASS… URGT…”

“Don't raise your voice on me, twisted fuck!   Your ass hurts?  Of course, it hurts, you dumb fuck, you got fucked by Carlos’ lethal weapon!  Why are you showing me your ass?”

“…on …nin… …on …nin… …urgt”

“You know, you are a fucking high-maintenance faggot… lucky for you that I am such a nice guy… let me see… what the fuck… what do you have in there?  Push… Harder!  Don’t be a wuss… Push harder!  A doorknob!?  Why the fuck did you stick a doorknob up your ass?”

“…owt …eee,  …owt …eee”

“Not you, Unnhh! Dimitri? Of course, it was Dimitri.  Who knows what he can dish out to amuse himself!  Was it before or after Charles fucked you?  In between fucks… the guys are incorrigible!  It must have been an amazing experience for you, although a faggot like you might have done it a numerous of time before, anyway… with Charles’ pierced nine-inch cock pushing relentlessly the knob deeper and deeper… your pussy muscles must have worked overtime and give the guy a really good fuck.  I wished I would have been here to see it!  Maybe I can put it back with my cock after your shower…  Whoa! Whoa!  No need to protest like this… I know it would never be same as with Charles…  Your guts might be stretched like crazy, ready to be fisted! Anything else in there? No? Sure?”

“You are not going to act crazy on me if I untied your hands, right?  Hmmm… you look like a desperate guy… and desperate guy has normally nothing to lose… so I am doing you a favor…  Your arms feel better already?  Yes?  Good.  Your fingers?  What about them?  You need to understand me… I am still not sure if I can totally trust you… so I decided to brake some fingers of yours as an insurance… you know…  I untied your hands, I broke fingers,  it’s a given-given…”

“Ok then, up in the shower with me… while you rinse, I will remove the safety pins from you lips and nads… as well as the needles from your tits…  Huh?  What have you buried in your piss slit?  How come you don’t know?  Dimitri must have put it in one of your “passed out” episodes, I guess…  It looks like a wooden chopstick.  Does it hurts when I pull like this?   It’s stuck, go figure…  If you try to piss? No piss…  Jerk yourself a little to see if it comes out…  For chrissake… jerk like you mean it…  we need to lube the stick and your piss tube one way or another to get it out… I have another idea…  Turn around facing the shower, it will wash all the blood droplets…  Bend over a little, forget the pain and put your hands against the wall in front of you, I’m still hard from the pills… I admit it, a bad move from my part… but I’m really hard and since you can’t jerk, I will fuck you until you cum… and it’s your own fault if you have such a beautiful ass.  Aaahh!  I like to go full-deep on the first plunge…  If you give me a really, really good fuck, faggot, it can be over in no time. So start, tighten this ass…”

I fucked his ass for twenty-five minutes straight, leaving Ben with no reprieve. He went through various stages of agony before he reached a painful orgasm. A lot of cum dripped around the chopstick.  What was even more fascinating is the chopstick did indeed slip out from his cock, at least enough for me to grip it and in one merciless hard move, pull it out.  The faggot shrieked like a pig at the slaughterhouse. The chopstick showed a lot of tiny bloody splinters… cheap bamboo stick…”

“You look exhausted like you did all the fucking...  I am not sure you can walk back to the living room…  I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself… crawl on all four instead… it will give you a chance to stretch your arms… I already told you, I can’t do anything about your fingers…  hop, hop, hop… to the couch!   What?  You didn’t think I would let you sleep in your piss-soaked mattress after I worked hard to clean you up?  Nope… on the couch with me… after all I need to keep an eye on you.  You might make a run for the door, who knows…  Yes, it is going to be a little tight with the two of us.  Now… get closer… I will cuddle you… push your hips down…  perfect, now don't pull away... I’ll stick my hardon in you. Oh so good!   Stop complaining… You had your fun in the shower and get to nut your load… well… my turn.  Pull the blanket and fuck yourself while I take a nap… And don’t stop until I paint your guts with my load… and one more thing don’t try any of your homo stuff on me… or else…!”

[MTLneg]

Part 3 – Making it home, safe

Ben made it back home early Monday morning.  Carlos drove him back, wrapped in the soiled bedsheet.  No words were exchanged, but Carlos had helped Ben climbing the stair to his apartment and made sure he would be okay.  A real gentleman.  Ben nodded back as he entered the bathroom and closed the door. 

After his shower with Jeremy, Ben was forced to fuck-cuddled him on the couch. Carlos had came back and fucked him again. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time. In fact, Carlos fucked him like a lover.  Passionately, as rape can be.  It was a long, very long love fuck.  Carlos was pulling out completely until the warm piercing was grazing the bloody asslips, before worming its way back, spreading his toxic precum in the now accommodating gut.  Ben had gotten hard to his dismay, even came close to come, but the purpose of the fuck was not to be for his pleasure.

It all started when Carlos came down to grab a bite and opened a new bottle of tequila.  Jeremy had fall asleep with his cock in Ben’s ass and was now lightly snoring.  With a fat finger,  Carlos picked his bruised upper lips, prying his mouth to open, inserting the neck of the bottle.  The vodka flowed in.  Ben woke up to the excruciating burning sensation where his tongue was pierced.

“Good, you are awake” Carlos said.  Ben was only able to open one eye and saw the imposing mass standing above him.

As Carlos relentlessly kept the bottle upward, Ben had to swallow large gulps or to drowned.  

“Now suck”   The bottle removed was replaced by something larger, his cock.  Ben was so tired, that he only suckled the head, Carlos' prince albert playing with the Ben's tongue-piercing.  He must of like it because Carlos didn’t force his cock further.

“Good faggot girl” he said.  He pulled out his cock and the bottle was back at Ben’s mouth before feeding him his cock a second time.  Carlos had let the vodka bottle fall to the ground. Empty.

He grabbed Ben’s hair and forced him down to the mattress, dislodging him from Jeremy. Ben farted and something wet came out. Cum? Spit? Runny shit? Blood? Carlos didn’t care. He inserted his massive weapon like a spear in a soft pulpit. The fuck started.

Ben was staring at himself in the mirror.  He was a total mess.  Dimitri had assured him that all will be fine, and no permanent physical harm was done to him.  Dimitri. 

What a twisted sadistic fuck.  While Carlos was “loving” him, Dimitri came down and went directly to the couch, flipped Jeremy on his stomach to impale him in one fluid plunge, and start fucking him like a possessed man. From my position on the floor, Ben was at the first row of this new raping. Rape? Jeremy barely grunted. It was more like a moan, an invitation for Dimitri to assault him more. Jeremy was pushing back his ass to meet Dimitri’s thrusts. Dimitri turned his head and was looking directly at Ben, with his cruel smile, and mouthed to him “You’re next!”.

Carlos had given Ben another poz load in a sensual back-and-forth movement. A lot of the cum spilled out of my ass, but a patient Carlos took the time to put it back in Ben’s ass, one finger at the time, before making him clean the cum-coated fingers. Battered, Ben wondered when this ordeal would be over.  It turned out that Dimitri wasn’t ready to fuck again so soon.

"Thanks god!" he thought back then, he would get some rest and his ass some reprieve.

None of this was meant to be...  a sad Ben recalled, the scenario played in his head/

After his fuck with Jeremy, Dimitri brought his face down and spitted once in my good eye.

“Open” he said, forcing his fingers on my jaw.

My mouth was barely open expecting him to spit again. Instead, with a disgusting sound, he cleared his throat and with two fingers he forced my mouth wide-open and with his other hand spread my eyelids for me to see.  He then let the thick viscous substance run out of his mouth. The sticky drop at start was getting bigger and starting to dribble down… My stomach was upset with all the vodka I was forced to ingest, now this was almost too much and I felt really sick. Oh fuck! the drip had reached my tongue and was slowly leaking toward my tonsils when a dark green slimy phlegm mass spilled out abruptly, following the sticky string path and dropped rapidly right in my throat. Dimitri hurried to close my mouth with his hand over, smiling at me.

“If you vomit, cunt, I will have you lick it up.  Now swallow like the filthy slut you are” he threatened me.

I obeyed.

“Good girl” Dimitri leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue and saliva and then went away somewhere in the apartment.

With some of my unbroken fingers, I was trying to wipe the spit remnants from my eye when I heard Jeremy heaving loudly. A forceful jet of cum hit my nose and forehead, a second one right over my eye. Jeremy fed me his third and fourth loads by forcing his cock down to my uvula, making me gag dangerously close to vomit.

“Fuck, that felt good, faggot. You will have to teach some of this to your girlfriend, if she still want you” Jeremy said walking toward the stairs. “I’ll say hi for you” he laughed before disappearing. I sobbed quietly.

No sooner than later, Dimitri was back. Now he was straddling me, knees at chest level, his heavy balls resting on my torso, his pale cock with dark blue veins and its moist cockhead was pulsing only inches from my chin.

“Don’t be sad, faggot, you weren’t meant for her anyway.  Oh! Oh!.... mister faggot is angry again at me…”  Dimitri was back in his sarcasm mode. “It’s not my fault if you are a closeted homo. One might tell that you don’t look like one, but we both know now that inside you, you are a truly a dick craving faggot and cum-gobbler.  Anyway, I doubt that if we give you a pussy, you wouldn’t be able to show us how to use it…”

Ben had his eye looking back at his reflection in the mirror. A large-gauge pink ring was going through his nose septum. His nose was all bruised from the punch he got and from savage piercing that Dimitri had performed.  Dimitri.

He was a fucking depraved ruthless asshole. Ben had cried – as much he was able to, beg as much as his hoarse voice allowed it, fight with the little strength he had left, and at the end he pissed himself like a 10-year old wetting his bed, that is to say, with great shame. While laughing at it, Dimitri had force what appears to be a nail in his nose, twisting it to make a passage for the infamous ring. This small episode lasted a good half hour and left him, beside this “nice present”, with a painful collarbone due the pressure from Dimitri’s knee to keep it down; his balls smashed cruelly as Dimitri started to knee-punch him repeatedly to “calm” down his hysteric breakdown; with another finger broken and another already broken finger in a reverse-twisting.  Then Dimitri fucked him for almost another hour.  Nope, it was not a vanilla fuck between lovers. Dimitri had furiously fucked him. Dimitri made sure to use and abuse every part of his body. At some point, while Dimitri was pounding Ben, they both heard something snap, the pain causing Ben to tighten his ass, strangling Dimitri’s cock , forcing him to make a pause before fucking him again with more vigor.

“Yeah faggot, like that… I knew I’d get the slut out of you… fuck” he growled

Dimitri had dumped his load in his chute along with the others before shoving the dirty cock in his mouth.

“A good faggot always clean the a man's cock.”

A despaired Ben, head in his hands, was hearing these words resonating in his head, followed by the laugh of Dimitri.

Dimitri.

Ben cried from exhaustion and pain as he slowly removed needles that Dimitri had put back in his nuts, cock and tits.  It took him a lot of courage to move the ring around in his nose in order to remove it.  He tried to remove the tongue piercing, but it was too slippery, and his few functioning fingers were not able to grab it properly. He would sleep with it and find a solution tomorrow.  He wrapped his damaged fingers, straightening them up as best he can.  He opted for a quick shower as he needed to get some rest.

Yes, Ben made it back home, and it was still early Monday morning when he stepped out of the shower.  He looked at himself a last time, a very swollen and villain-purple eye taunt him with contempt in the mirror.  Total fucking mess.  Sigh.  He headed to his bedroom where a naked Carlos was waiting for him, already stroking his hard poz cock.

[negchaserlooking]

Fuuuuuuuuck

[MTLneg]

Part 4

Even if the mirror returned a nice smile from a fresh-shaven face, Ben knew it was a façade.  Inside him, he knew something was broken. Shaking his head again, the smile reappeared. It’s been almost over a year since he heard from Carlos and the sadistic Dimitri.

Ben was looking back at the young man. Gone were the red marks and the black eyes. The puffy lips took as much time as his nose to gain back a natural state, although his nose would always appear misshapen. The brute piercing left a permanent hole on his left ear that would never healed completely, so Ben kept an earring which he thought it gave him a trending look. Unconsciously his hand went from his earring to his nose.  The septum was still showing some unforgivable signs of a piercing; despite it was almost invisible now, Ben was still able to feel the weight of the thick-ring, now removed.  His hand traveled to his chest and caressed his nipples through the thin white linen shirt. They had remained very sensitive following the extreme abuse, and the infection that followed.  The doctor had used a special cutter to remove the tit-rings. Dimitri must have them sealed with a superglue of some sort.

Ben was looking at himself in the mirror. He took few long and deep breathes to calm his fast-beating heart. This was the past.  All behind him.  Tonight, was his first date with a girl, Melissa, since the horrible events.  Thanks to his counselor and months of therapy, he had overcome his fears and insecurity, but mostly he gained back some sense of normal heterosexuality.  His mental state took a darker turn after Carlos brought him home a year ago. Carlos stayed with him that entire week, keeping him naked all time.  Carlos wanted to have full access to all his holes whenever he wished.  And only God knows how many times Carlos had ravaged him, throat and ass. And not always in that order. Ben remembered exactly the moment went his mind lost the battle, the moment he totally broke: he had cum free-hand while Carlos was fucking him.  No normal straight guy, he thought, would cum while getting fucked. But he had. He had became a faggot.

His counselor had worked hard to convince him to the fact that it might have been inevitable – to cum while being fucked – due to the extreme treatments he was submitted to.

For the moment, and for the sake of returning to a normal life, he had to focus on his date. A positive step in the right direction. It was another patient of his counselor that organized this blind date between him and Melissa. Ben had met him in the lobby few times, and they connected.

Ben was able to feel a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. He was nervous. 

Breathe.

“You can do it” he said out loud to himself with a last look in the mirror. It was time to go.

***

Melissa was not what you would qualify a beautiful girl. She was about the same size as Ben, maybe just a bit taller with square shoulders, which gave her a strange look.

Ben was uneasy. He was always taller than his girlfriends. Melissa was imposing. She had dirty blond hair down, brown-eyes, pouty lips and too much make-up. She had Latino accents.  Her best attribute was a nice breast that her tight blouse hardly contained. The dinner went well. No. Better than expected. Ben was relieved that Melissa kept the discussion on general stuff, even talked intelligently about sports to an astounded Ben.

“My place?” she simply asked.

In the back of the cab, she went from a well-behaved girl to an insatiable dominant-kissing bitch in heat, fondling roughly his crotch with one hand where his reacting cock remained sadly confined.

“You taste good” she said, before kissing him back.

Ben almost felt being devoured by the young women. A man eater. Her hand was now pushing hard on his private parts, crushing his balls on the way.

“Hmmm… big boy…” she whispered before pushing her tongue in his ear, biting the earlobe enough to cause a light pain.

The drive was short, and not to soon the cab stopped. The neighborhood was familiar to Ben, an impression of déjà-vu, but Melissa was already dragging him in the apartment.  The door was barely closed when she took off his linen shirt, tearing the last few buttons, and unbuckled his belt. The kissing returned momentarily; Ben was pushed back on a couch. In no mere 30 seconds, he lost shoes, socks and jeans, leaving him in boxer brief before being straddled by the big girl who returned kissing him aggressively, biting lips and tongue, drawing a little tear of blood.

“Lets make you feel good” she told him. “Lift your ass” she added as she stood up and tug on his underwear. She shushed him as he was trying to protest, wanting to move things slower.  And before soon, Melissa was sucking him to a nice hardon.

“Ouch” Ben hissed as Melissa’s teeth gnawed on the cockhead, and mauling his balls.

“Ah… Easy… It hurts” Ben protested. She raised her head, squinted her eyes and dove down on his cock, giving him one of the best blowjobs he was able to remember. Ben moaned out loud, making her bob up with more vigor.  Ben was close to cumming.

“I’m closed. You should back off… It’s not safe…” Ben told Melissa. The doctor had put in on meds last year which made him close to undetectable, but had warned him to be safe with his partner.

The hungry mouth swallowed his cum with a strong suction, harder this time. She pumped the cock with her hand milking him while she ran her tongue over the piss slit while she sucked the cock clean.  She leaned over him and shared a cummy kiss, pushing his precious poz sperm back in his mouth – a thick and tangier viscous cock snot. An aftertaste his mind dreadfully remembered.

“My turn, big boy” she said.

Ben did not anticipate such action for his first night out – the blind date – but he wasn’t going to stop if she was okay with it.  A year on a dry-spell without fucking!  He would insist to wear a condom.

Ben was looking at his date as she undressed. She pulled her blouse, unveiling sexy Victoria-like bra. Once the bra gone, then she unsnapped her jeans before pulling them down.  She slid the panties off.

Ben frowned.  Melissa smiled.

She was a man! A huge semi-hard cock was on display before him.  Shocked, he tried to stand up, only to be push back by a stronger “Melissa”.

“Do you like it?” she taunted him, stroking his long cock, thicker than his, while the other hand was collecting precum. She offered her/his slimy finger to him. 

"Taste it," she said.

“I don’t want to.  Let me go.” he said firmly.

The slap came promptly with a brute force.

“Listen carefully, big boy.”  A grave masculine voice replacing Melissa’s lovely voice. With the serious look on his assailant’s face, Ben was clearly able to see the masculine trait, able to realize that the strong female-body frame belonged to a man, and worse, that he was naked and trapped under this man.

“I don’t care if you are straight, gay, girl or a cum-craving faggot, or not; I intend to bust a nut or two tonight, and your nice pretty lips around my cock will be a good prelude. Now start sucking.”

Ben closed his mouth tight, obstinately refusing entrance to the nudging bulbous cockhead.

Gone was Melissa. The man straightened up, his hard cock pointing right at him.

“I’ll give you an option, the easy way which you start practicing your cocksucking skills with enthusiasm before I fuck your brains out and load you with my full-potent poz cum deep in your ass, or if you prefer the hard way, I will simply call our common friend, Dimitri!”

[MTLneg]

Part 5

“Oh Ben! I taught you better, isn’t it?”

The smiling face over me did not bode well.  Dimitri looked splendid.  Me? I was a wreck: physically my body wasn’t responding, and mentally, the anticipated fear was clouding all my survival instincts.

Dimitri and I just got out of the shower, and he was drying me.

“Never refuse a cock. No matter the shape, the color or the body it comes from.  For you, a cock is to be service. Small or big. Cut or not. Poz or not. Anyone with a cock means for you to be on your knees or on your back, receiving it on one of your holes. Do you understand?”

No answer came out of me, but his hand squeezing my jaw was mimicking a “Crystal clear, Sir”.

Dimitri was now smiling, but it wasn’t his cruel smile anymore.  In fact, I never seen him smiling like this before.  And it worried me.

For the last three hours or so, Dimitri had abused my body, soiled it with cum and piss, after overworking my nipples and balls. Dimitri had abused my mind verbally while with each thrust, slap, lick, spit, squeeze, spank, etc. he called me slut, cunt, asslicker, cumdump, pig, whore, dickhole over and over like a mantra.  Melissa was long gone, after she/he forced his cock in my throat until I puked which Dimitri asked me to lick back all of it.  Only then, Melissa had cum over my face. Not exactly cum, but more like watery jets of a putrid liquid in my eyes, nose and mouth.

Dimitri had showed up right after Melissa made her threat. Dimitri had slapped me a few times before shoving his fingers in his mouth.

“Get with the program, faggot.  I’ll deal with your punishment later.”

“Yes, Sir” was my response, before my mind even realized it.  One year of therapy and thousands of dollars later to reinforce my self-esteem and confidence had just vanished in few seconds...  Dimitri had conditioned me to respond as a low-life faggot, and my subconscious remembered it. Dimitri just laughed and the onslaught began.

Dimitri fucked me on the couch.  I didn’t even resist. I pulled my legs and brought them to my shoulders. You bet it hurt. Like loosing my virginity, again.  He flooded my ass with his hot cum.  This was the first fuck, and it only took 4-5 minutes.

Dimitri fucked me in the bedroom.  On the kitchen counter.  On the floor in the hall, in the bathroom. He even forced me to drink his piss before sucking him hard again while he sat on the toilet taking a dump.  I was so afraid of what might be next, that I sucked his veiny cock with much more enthusiasm, giving him a world-class blowjob. Dimitri took his naked right foot and put it on my torso before giving a shove, sending my cum-dripping sore ass on the cold floor tiles. Without wiping his ass, he stood up and hooked two big fingers in my nose, pulling me back on my feet, flipped me over the lavatory, kicked my legs spread wide open, so my dick and balls were on full view. I remembered my tits against the cold steel lavatory and thought how soothing it was, only to be brought back to reality as Dimitri plunged back his fat cock in my cunt. I was rewarded with a second load.  As my ass didn’t know if it should close or stay open, most of the load splattered on the floor in heavy white clumps.

“Get on your knees and lick up my toxic load”  Dimitri told me while slapping my ass.  “Be quick and join me in the shower before I use all the hot water”.

I don’t have to tell you that I was on my knees like a cum-starving cheap whore, lapping the slop in a record time. The fact that I had taken multiple poz loads scared me for a long time after my first encounter with Dimitri.  Although, all the tests came back negative. Now, with my tongue carefully cleaning all cum spots, I couldn’t care less. I would do what ever I needed to do. Then I would go home, pack and move anywhere far from Dimitri.

I washed Dimitri’s body like a devoted slave. I noticed his body was firmer than I recalled. More muscles, less fat. More tattoos as well.  I felt my cock firming up, not to a full erection, but chubbing nicely.  How sick can it be?  Here, I spent hours being molested and I am getting aroused!  For fuck sake, I was not gay, and not a masochist.  Was I?  The fact did not went unnoticed to Dimitri.  He just smiled.  Fuck!  Gay or not, the man was handsome.

When I was done, he pushed me on my knees and turned around. And with a dubious look, he said:  “If you did a good job, you won’t have a problem to lick my ass, isn’t? He firmly grabbed my head and pushed it in his ass.

I ate his ass for all it worth. I don’t know how long, but I know that in the end my jaw was hurting, and my tongue was numb.  Dimitri put me back on my feet and started washing me.  All the time our eyes were locked on each other. At that moment, I can’t describe how I felt. It wasn’t love as no one can ever love a guy like Dimitri.  It wasn’t tenderness as Dimitri wouldn’t allow such thing.

“You are my property. Mine.”  That’s what he told me the first time I met him. Somehow, and like many other things he told me during my excruciating encounter with him, it was engraved in me.  Conditioned.  That’s what I was.

“Good girl. You did good. I would like to throw another fuck at you, but I have some other business to attend.”

That’s it? He was done with me, and I would go home?  I knew better than to show him my excitement at this possibility. I followed him in the living room where he started getting dressed. I looked around and gathered my trouser and 1 shoe.  The zipper of my pants was broken.  I also looked for my socks but they were nowhere to be seen.  I would have to go home barefoot.  My shirt was ruined when Dimitri ripped it of with his two large hands.  So I would go bare chest.  I left my disgusting underwear on the floor, subtly pushing them under the couch with my left foot, really careful to not draw Dimitri’s attention. I had used it to wipe Melissa’s cum from my face and I did want to be force to suck them clean... So I would go commando.    

Dimitri was fully-dressed, looking at his phone and frowned.  Then he look at me.

“You are not coming with me”, he stated. “but, don’t worry, I will take care of you. Now, back in the guest bedroom”.  With a hand on my lower back, his finger playfully scratching the top of my ass crack.  He directed me through the corridor toward the bedroom, to be greeted by none of the less, his forever acolyte, Carlos.

“You will spend some quality time here this weekend with Carlos.  He will review some of the rules that should govern your life. And you still owe me a punishment”.

“Hello boy, nice to see you again”, Carlos said, motioning me to sit next him on the bed.

A widescreen television was facing the double bed. Dimitri spent few minutes setting some controls, turned on the TV before sauntering of the room. It was like a security screen with 6 closed-circuit displays.  For few seconds, nothing happen and then, in a blink of an eye, each circuit showed two guys having rough sex, one abusing the other.  The top was verbally and physically assaulting the bottom in each circuit, and the bottom was moaning in one, begging for more in the other; the others were as pathetic as the first ones: crying of despair, gurgling around a cock shoved in his throat, screaming from a brutal fuck or the sound of ass licking and balls worshipping.

They were the most obscene videos I ever seen.

On them, it was me and Dimitri.

[str8mature5]

Wow! Getting better as it go's

[MTLneg]

Part 6

Ok, you guessed it right. I am a sadistic bastard. If it would have been up to me, little Ben would be pimping his cute little ass on the street, selling his holes for few bucks instead of telling his story. My name is Dimitri Vassiliev and I worked for Carlos for the last 6 years.  Anyone looking at us would think that Carlos is the muscle man, doing all the dirty work.  In fact, Carlos is the boss. He owns me, like the few dozen young male prostitutes who work for him. It’s like that, Carlos has a lot of money, but he isn’t a show-off. And don’t get me wrong, Carlos is a mass of muscles. He broke my arm twice, the first time to teach me a lesson, the second for fun.

I was 21 back then when one night, in need for cash, I spotted a nice BMW, discreetly parked few feet from the main street.  An easy target. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” a male voice said.

I turn around to find the shadow of a guy around my age, lewdly undressed for one and unique purpose: sex.

“What do you care faggot?  So fuck off!” I snickered at him and prepare to break-in the car.

I felt a large hand gripping my shoulder and another pushing me against the car.

The next few hours are unknown to me, as Carlos always refused to tell me what happened, except that somewhere there was a “video of me committing an unforgivable act for which I wouldn’t want the police to find out about”. What I know is I woke up in a messy room with 6-7 guys naked or almost naked.  I was naked myself except for a small little pink thong. I tried to stand up to find many hands pushing me back down on the couch, groping me.  Urgh! Faggots!

“Drink!” one of them told me, holding a bottle at me while another one pinched my nose and tilted my head. The other guys were horsing around, laughing.  Loud music could be heard from the floor below.

A guy straddled me, pinning my arms, lazily dragging his junk on my belly button. “Good girl, now don’t move!”.  The wet tip of his cock was leaving traces as he was sensually gyrating his hips. I had hard time to focus. An annoying buzzing sound above me came forward. Someone was shaving my head.  Another drink, two pills, another black out.

“Come on loser, it’s your turn!” A tall hairy guy was slapping me awake.

“Huh? My turn for what?” I managed to say, still confused about where I was and what I had to do?”

“Stand here, and when Bob called your name, you go on the scene and do a nice little dance for all the patrons. Marco, stay with him.”

Marco was the type of guy that hit the gym more than once a week. As he walked toward me, his impressive semi-hard cock bounced on a very low set of balls. He positioned himself behind me, pressing his cock against the thin cord of the thong.  His left hand casually stroking my soon-to-be-hard cock. 

In normal circumstances, I would have beat the sonofabitch, but nothing. I should have ran away, but in my drugged-state of mind, it never occurred to me.

“Don’t worry, after the first twelve to fifteen times, you’ll get the gist of it”

After a warm applause, a naked guy sauntered in the room.  A loud voice from speakers was heard:

“And now, for its first time with us, straight (literally) from the streets, ready to be converted to a new lifestyle, please welcome our latest young punk, I named, Prissy Dim-Dim!”

The crowd started to applause and cheers again. 

“Up you go, Dim-Dim, it’s you” as Marco pushed me toward the scene.  “Go make your little dance!” 

That was 6 years ago.  Any fuckers daring to call me that name again, would wish to be dead. Only Carlos called me Prissy, sometimes. When there is no one around.  That night, Prissy Dim-Dim became the event of the night. I didn’t dance the first four songs, and was forced to stay on the scene until I completed my rotation. A set of three dances where I slowly strip until I am naked.  With only a thong barely hiding my pill-induced hardon, I just stood there, hands over my crotch.

A customer sitting in the front row, definitely a biker, motioned me in a friendly-manner to come closer. Then he started to talk to me in a low voice.  I had to bent in order to hear him which brought me closer to him.  In a swift move, he grabbed the two rings from my chest (For fuck sake! When did I get my nipples pierced!?) causing me to scream which draw a lot of laughs.

“Listen to me, punk-boy, you better start shaking your little ass to please me, or I swear you will dance at the sound of my belt whipping you. ”

I danced.  Three times.

I scampered back in the room, crying like a baby, wishing to disappear. Then I got a hazing from the other stripped dancers which can be resume to a gang bang.  Marco and another guy named Jet, or Jett, had dibs on me. Jett was the first to fuck me, asking me to beg for his POZ cum, to fill my tight virgin ass with his toxic load. The drugs had wear off and I was fully-aware of what he was asking.

I begged him to not fuck me. He pressed his cock against my asshole, testing its resistance. And again. Alas the tip penetrated me. Who ever tells you that they haven’t put anything up their butt, not even their little finger and they enjoy their cherry being taken, well, they lied.

I begged him to stop. He pushed his hard cock to the hilt, grinding my ass to make sure I felt every inch of his dick fully-lodged in my ass. It is, to this day, the weirdest feeling I ever had. A cock went straight through, and very deep, abruptly rearranging my guts.

I begged him to pulled out. He hammered me like a mad man. I was fucked by a complete stranger, ignoring me, like I a fleshlight. As he fucked me, he kept telling me he wouldn’t last very long, and I better beg him for his load. Then I was overwhelmed by the shrieks of being fucked, the grunts of the fucker, the smell of shit, the sweats of manly bodies. As he fucked me, one more unexpected thing happened, the need to cum.

I begged him to fucked me harder. He did, and cum from my own cock flew everywhere in front of me. I was spent. The euphoric rush you have just when you cum was gone. I needed no more to be fucked.  He never stop. I knew what was coming.

I begged him to not cum in me. He just laughed; “I will stop fucking you if you beg me as I asked”.

“Please give me your load”, I said loud enough for him to hear me.

“Close, but not enough”, he replied.  His short grunts told me he was almost there.

“Please give me your toxic load”, I managed to say.  Anything to stop him fucking me. 

“Wish granted” was his reply and with that he long-dicked me brutally.

“Wait! What?  You told me you’d stop if I beg you”

“Oh I’ll stop, but not until I give you my gift!” he panted.

He kept his cock in me, thrusting in sporadically, like after waves from an earthquake.  He brought his mouth to my right ear, nibbling it a little before whispering:

“I told you I wouldn’t do that if I were you”.