Raymond

[RealCute]

Super hot and excellent story I can't wait for the rest of it. Incredible writing and descriptive story.

Love it... 

[Bareback_austin]

Nelson continued to watch Thomas relentlessly fuck the boy. He watched the sweat drip and splash in all directions. He saw it pool and gather in the crevices created by Raymond's straining muscles. He watched as Raymond's hair became slick and matted with sweat. But most importantly, he watched the boy give in. He knew the drugs were culprit responsible for this, but he also knew that Raymond chose to enter his apartment, that he chose to walk into the bathroom, the he chose to be slapped and pushed around well before the drugs had any real impact on his decision making. Yes, the drugs put Raymond into a new realm of pleasure but Nelson knew that the drugs really weren't for Raymond, not really. The drugs coursing through Raymond's body were more for the enjoyment of Thomas and himself. The drugs allowed them to punish and humiliate the boy in a way that he would gladly welcome and when it was all done Raymond might have some regrets, but he would, above all, remember these two studs and the amount of raw, animalistic pleasure he felt as they pummeled his cunt.

Thomas gritted his teeth and felt the inklings of an orgasm. It wasn't imminent, but the was making its way if things kept up like this. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy. Still restrained, he marveled at the pureness of his body. Not much hair anywhere and the sweat only made his muscles appear more enticing. The more enticing the boy appeared, the more Thomas wanted to ruin him. These thoughts of wrecking the boy manifested in a continuous and unrelenting fuck. The sound of skin on skin wasn't the all too familiar sound of slapping flesh, Thomas' was in hate-fuck mode. The sound was a crashing *THWACK, as if he was trying to force his entire pelvis into the restrained boy. And each *THWACK followed by a guttural moan from the boy. 

THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh.

Then Thomas felt something that he had only experienced a few times before. A relaxing of the boy beneath him. A deeply physical response that indicated the G Nelson had given him was doing its intended purpose. Only a few times before had he been deep inside a slut and felt the moment the G took hold. He looked up and saw Nelson admiring the fucking the boy was receiving and he also noticed the boy's hands no longer clung to the chains, trying to accommodate the deep and rough fucking he was receiving. Now the boy was fully accepting of what the studs intended for him. His body a bit more relaxed, though flexing and grinding enough to indicate he was still somewhere capable of feeling. As if connected, Nelson took notice of the boys altered state as well and gently tilted the boys head to his left and began to slowly feed Raymond his cock.

"You going to breed this fag?" Nelson asked, as he worked a few inches of his cock in and out of the boy's every relaxing throat. 

And for the first time in 20 or so minutes he was unrelentingly fucking Raymond's cunt, he stopped and gave a heavy, satisfied sigh.

"Of course, but not yet. I think I want to enjoy this G'd up fag in a few different positions. Let's get this bitch onto the bed."

Raymond, further out to sea than before, recognized the fucking had stopped and tried to turn his head to Thomas, but Nelson held his head firmly in place.

"Don't you fucking move. Keep sucking." Nelson said as he thrust his hips forward and backward as he began to unclip the restraints.

With his still raging hard cock lodge deep inside Raymond, Thomas leaned down and licked the boy's torso and focused on his well defined pecs. He used his tongue to circle the flesh, making his way around the left nipple, tasting the salty and chemical-laden sweat the boy produced before gently latching on to the boy's nipple. This caused the boy to moan, one free hand going to Thomas' sweat covered back and the other to the back of Thomas' head as if trying to get him to suck more deeply on his nipple. 

Thomas bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to elicit another guttural scream from the boy. Through gritted teeth, Thomas growled, "Get. Your. Fucking. Faggot. Hands. Off. Me!" and he slowly began to raise his head, nipple still between his teeth.

Raymond was quick to oblige and his arms fell quickly to his side in hopes that would cause Thomas to free his tender and sensitive nipple. It worked, but not instantly. Thomas continued to slowly raise his head. stretching the nipple and its surrounding skin a bit more before he finally released the boy.

Slap.

Slap. 

Slap.

Thomas took three swings at the boy's face in quick succession. . Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. And in one swift motion, he withdrew his now slicked-up cock from the boy's hole.

Raymond could not quite process what had happened. He felt the stinging in his face and also a deep emptiness in his ass. He was not aware the body could feel this kind of emptiness, and kind of emptiness that was paired with a wanting. The drugs clouded almost everything that raced across his mind. The emptiness took his mind off the slaps and just as quickly has he felt them, they were becoming a distant memory. Though his thoughts were broken and cloudy, he knew that he wasn't in charge. He tried to think about the moments before all this. How long had he been here? Where was he exactly? Though the names of the two studs he watched unclip his ankle restraints from the sling were on the tip of his tongue, they could not be fully formed. But despite how much Raymond didn't know in that exact moment he knew he was there for their pleasure. Lust and desire were the two words that flashed cartoonishly in his head like neon signs, whose light enveloped everything else that came to mind. 

He saw Thomas turn and lay in the center of the bed. Watched as he put his hands behind his head. Watched as Thomas licked his lips and flex his unnaturally hard cock. 

"Get the fuck up and taste your cunt on this cock, boy." Thomas commanded. Raymond looked around, dazed. Trying to figure out exactly what to do.

"Get the fuck up!" Nelson yelled as he stood there, one hand stroking his dick, one hand holding a familiar looking pipe and torch.

Raymond lurched forward, hands grasping at the sling chains that once held his ankles. He awkwardly scooted forward, feeling the leather beneath him. Hands on the chains, ass at the edge of the sling, the only thing he could think of was to roll to his right and lower himself down, even though he wasn't that far off the ground. Chest now on the leather sling, Raymond felt his feet touch the ground a lot soon than he imagined. 

Not knowing what else to do, Raymond lowered himself completely onto the floor. On his hands and knees he was not facing away from Thomas and Nelson.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Nelson commanded more than asked. But he knew very well what the boy was doing. He had seen enough fucked up sluts try to navigate their own motor skills while G made its way through their body. Most boys he would have yanked and threw on the bed, but he wanted to see if Raymond was capable. Was this fucked up boy capable of doing and acting while drugged up? What were his limits of movement and understanding?

Raymond began to backwards crawl until he cleared the sling and he felt the bed to his left. He looked up and saw Thomas, hands still behind his head, cock still hard as ever. He then looked over and saw Nelson swirling the familiar pipe, noticing a small wisp of smoke escape the bulbous end. 

Nelson saw the boy make eye contact and he winked at him as he began to slowly inhale the smoke. Raymond wasn't sure if Nelson did actually wink, but he was almost certain he did, so he turned and waited on his knees, eyes locked on Nelson's. Nelson reached down, grabbed the boy's chin before inserting his thumb into Raymond's mouth. On instinct, Raymond began to suck.

"Good boy," Nelson said before leaning down and blowing the smoke into Raymond's mouth. "Now, go be a good slut and clean your ass juices off Tommy's cock. Got that, slut?"

"Yes, sir."

Raymond slowly made his way on to the bed and crawled between Thomas's legs and took the waiting dick into his mouth.

"Atta-boy! Show me how much you want this back in your worthless cunt."

Like magic words, Raymond dove down onto Thomas' cock while Nelson picked up Sarge from the floor. 

 

[Dicker60]

Somebody slam Raymond and take him another level.

 

[dazzasboy]

Thanks for yet another hot chapter

[pigwest]

Fan fucking tastic. The mind fuck, the character development, the insane raw how sex…a+ 

moar pls! 

[Sloppyhornedpig]

After Raymond gets slammed in the sling, have Thomas sit down between his spread legs and shave his crotch, balls and cock. Oink

[SlampaBay]

It's time for the flash-n-cough. But whatever happens, please don't forget about this story. 

[seekingsomeaction]

Frustratingly incomplete at this point. I sincerely hope our talented author resumes continuing episode on this potential erotic masterpiece!!

[Tempusfuget]

I hope new additions can be added to this. It has become a personal favorite of mine to see Raymond learning his new role in life with Nelson and Thomas.

[JWC1202]

The title "Raymond" says it all, doesn't it? This is a story about characters, fully developed characters with distinct personalities and backstories. It is as if people from a great New Yorker short story wandered into a BZ scenario. It speaks to me especially because I'm a lot like Raymond: introverted, cautious, probably with a degree of Asperger's Syndrome. Unfortunately, I never met a Nelson or a Thomas, men who could really break me of my self-consciousness, manipulate me into surrendering my self-control. Raymond is so lucky: chemmed, fucked, broken, his personality surrendered to Nelson's dark needs and lusts. I hope he proves to be the boy Nelson has been seeking, someone he can really connect with both in and out of the sling. Oh, and Thomas? He's one scary motherfucker. I would love to follow him in his own story, or even a prequel, revealing the depths of what he did to poor, fucked Toby.

[PrisonbaiT]

Wish there was more, love the story so far

[WAGoodTime]

Amazing!! Thank you for your amazing story 

[Bareback_austin]

Raymond was a man possessed. Yes, Thomas was there to be pleasured but as much as the two Alphas saw Raymond as a hole, Raymond, in that moment, only perceived Thomas as a way to extend his own pleasure. Sucking this man’s cock brought Raymond a sense of pleasure he hadn’t really felt before. Thomas was just a pole to please and Raymond focused on that. He didn’t need to look up at Thomas, he didn’t need to be concerned with Nelson still standing behind him. He didn’t need to be bothered with anything other than the fleshy pole currently sliding its way down his throat. In just seconds Raymond’s nose was buried deep in Thomas’ neatly manicured pubic hair. No struggle, no disobedience. Just a boy giving in.

On instinct, Raymond took a huge sniff of Thomas’ crotch, and he became intoxicated by this man’s scent. This action was not lost on either Thomas or Nelson. 

“Eyes up,” Thomas said. As Raymond lifted his yes, Thomas placed both hands on Raymond’s head and pushed down further. Raymond’s eyes bulged but he knew not to struggle. Pleasure and pain, Raymond thought.

“My cock is practically in your stomach and you’re taking the time to smell my musky crotch?”

Raymond gave an ever so slight nod to indicate he was listening and compliant. 

“That makes you a fucking whore, you know that right?”

Another slight nod. 

It was taking all the concentration Raymond had to remain calm as he felt the need to breathe again. Just as he was figuring out how he might get out of this without upsetting Thomas, the man eased up on his grip and slowly lifted Raymond’s head. After a few inches Raymond took a breath and tried resuming his dick-sucking duties, but Thomas stopped him by once again tightening his grip on the boy’s head without shoving him back down on his throbbing cock.

“No, bitch,” Thomas spat. Perhaps it was just the instinctual part of Raymond’s personality, perhaps it was the drugs, perhaps it was a mixture of him wanting to please Thomas as he truly wanted, but Raymond rolled his eyes. He was there to suck dick, he was there to please the man before him, but he was once again stopped because he couldn’t read their mind. The eye roll had Thomas seeing red. 

“Did you just fucking roll your eyes, you worthless fuck?”

Perhaps Raymond was so used to reactions in real life that he didn’t realize he actually did it. His eyes found Thomas. Thomas looked down at the boy, taking everything he had not to viciously skull fuck him until he passed out. He noticed the fear and worry in the kid’s eyes, rightfully so.

Just then Nelson plopped down on the bed next to Thomas with a shit-eating grin on his face but it wasn’t born from a sense of levity or fun, this grin was a harbinger.

“Do it again,” Nelson calmly said, still half-smiling, fully menacing. 

Cock still in his mouth, but fearful to make any movements, Raymond’s eyes began to shift from Thomas, who still had his hands on the sides of his head to Nelson. Back and forth all while still feeling the absolute need to be fucked, filled and used. His mind wasn’t clear, but the feelings of fear and pleasure were competing. If, by some miracle, the two told him to get up and leave, he knew he would be free to have whatever control he needed over his own body, but he aslo knew if given a choice, he would stay here and do whatever these two men said, less for his pleasure and more for their.

The drugs were fucking with his head because he was brought back to reality by Nelson’s voice.

“Do it again. I am not going to ask three times.”

The boy really must have lost track of time because at this point Nelson had moved within a few inches of his cock-stuffed face. Raymond’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“Welcome back, kiddo,” Thomas smirked. 

Trying to focus but still lost in the pleasure of the drugs and the thick meat in his mouth, Raymond heaved a sigh, one more seen than heard. Then he rolled his eyes once more and then looked down, disappointed in himself. 

Not wanting the boy to harm Thomas’ dick, as half of it was still in the boy’s mouth, Nelson considered his response. He looked at Thomas, worry in his eyes that he would lash out at Raymond and hurt his cock, but his look reassured him he wouldn’t. Thomas moved his hands off the boy and Raymond immediately looked up at him but was quickly met with Nelson’s spit. Not a foot from his face, Nelson’s spit, landing directly in Raymond’s eyes, conveyed a deep sense of restrained anger that Raymond felt through the drugs and the pleasure his mind kept hoping for. By instinct Raymond’s right hand went to wipe the spit from his eyes so he could properly see. 

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Nelson seethed; he had moved even closer to Raymond. Nelson closed his eyes to ease the discomfort of the spit coating his eyeballs. Raymond then felt Thomas’ hands back on the side of his head. He was being slowly pulled up. He learned his lesson and let Thomas have control of his movements. 

“Open your eyes baby boy,” Thomas said, much calmer than he had expected. 

Raymond opened his eyes but then shut them immediately because Nelson’s spit slowly creeped from his eyelids to his open eyes. Instead of pulling his head up, Thomas began to firmly squeeze Raymond’s head like a man getting ready to see if he could crush a melon with his bare hands. 

“Open your eyes, bitch,” as he squeezed even harder. Raymond shifted, just slightly. “And if you hurt my cock in any way, you know you will have to be carried out of here, right?”

Raymond reluctantly opened his eyes, a slight sting was felt. Instead of closing them he began to blink rapidly, hoping his eyelids would ease his pain. Looking up at Thomas, Raymond gave another slight nod. Thomas had just a few inches of his cock in Raymond’s mouth and held him there. 

“If you spill one fucking drop, you will know what pain really is. Do you understand?”

The boy didn’t but he nodded, eyes locked on Thomas unsure of what he meant. But then he felt it. Thomas began to piss in the boy’s mouth. Raymond’s eyes filled with panic. He had never had someone piss in his mouth, let alone with the threat of real violence if he didn’t swallow every last drop. His eyes shot to Nelson who was back laying next to Thomas, one hand behind his head, the other stroking his magnificent cock. Nelson rolled his eyes and leaned over to make out with Thomas. 

Raymond gulped, swallowed and prayed as Thomas unloaded his piss into his mouth. He was lucky the initial stream wasn’t as forceful because it allowed him the few seconds to swallow it in a controlled manner. 

But even as he swallowed it all, the stream seemingly never ending, he had no choice to look at the two making out in front of him. It was real passion. And through it all Raymond couldn’t get Nelson’s eyeroll out of his mind. 

Nelson knew that rolling his eyes back at the boy would make the boy feel some certain way, but it was too early to tell. As he was still exploring Thomas’ mouth, Nelson turned slightly to see the boy. Jealousy was the first thing he saw and then their eyes met as Thomas finally emptied in the boy’s mouth. Raymond felt full and the tasted was acrid and sour, but he dared not break eye contact with Nelson. Nelson broke contact and gave Thomas one final kiss before standing up.

Thomas looked down and removed the kid off his cock. When he knew his cock was free of any potential danger he sat up and slapped Raymond on the side of the head. But because of both of their positions he didn’t hurt him as much as he wanted. Raymond knew this but didn’t dare react other than look down. 

He then felt himself being jerked backwards by the collar and pulled to his feet. He choked only slightly as the constriction was only brief. He felt Nelson’s hands on his shoulders, and he was turned around quickly. He faced Nelson and was met with the same harbinger smile as before.

“I liked kiddo. I am going to ask you three times. Do it again,” Nelson was right in front him, eyes locked on his. He was beyond trying to figure out their intentions, so Nelson quickly rolled his eyes. Nelson’s smile got bigger, and he went in to give the boy a hug. 

Raymond was caught off guard by Nelson stepping forward and putting his left arm around the boy but was even more surprised when the hug never actually came. Instead Nelson placed his head on Raymond’s should and said, “If you throw up, you’re fucking dead.”

Raymond was puzzled what did he mean…

He couldn’t finish the thought because Nelson’s right arm came from underneath and his fist made direct contact with the boys stomach. 

Pain. Real pain from a real punch. This wasn’t sexual. 

Raymond heaved forward and fell to his knees, clutching his midsection. He couldn’t breathe and his eyes were unfocused. This was real and he had no clue what to do. The only thing he focused on were Nelson’s last words. Although he felt the need to gag and wretch, he knew if he did, he might actually throw up. He felt the chem piss in his body slowly begin to rise up. He had never been gut punched before, let alone with a full stomach. 

Nelson looked down at the boy and couldn’t help but smile. On his knees, one hand holding his stomach and the other, palm down on the floor. He looked at Thomas and they exchanged a quick look that said it all. Nelson crouched down in front of Raymond and gently stroked the back of his head and then reached for his hand holding his stomach and placed it on the ground and whispered, “You deserve this.”

The drugs still had their grip on Raymond and his mind was racing. He was in real pain, but this man’s touch still electrified him. He felt his other hand being moved to the ground and he heard the words Nelson said and then more pain.

Thomas was quick. He knew exactly what Nelson said with his eyes. He hopped off the bed and was directly behind the boy, dick aimed at Raymond’s precious hole. He watched him move the boys arm to the ground and he the second he heard Nelson say, “You deserve this,” Thomas gripped the boys hips and shoved his entire cock in the boy.

Raymond was in all sorts of pain, feeling all sorts of things. He shot his head up to scream but Nelson stifled it by grabbing his throat and squeezing hard all while Thomas began to pound the boy. 

Raymond looked at Nelson, the smile long gone and tried to focus on anything. The pain of the forceful fuck. The pain of being punched in the stomach. The pain of not being able to breathe through it all as Nelson’s grip only tightened. The true power of the party drugs overtook everything else, and Raymond began to slightly pushback onto Thomas’ cock.

“Oh, you fucker,” was all Thomas said in response and began to shift his position. Nelson let go of the boy’s throat as he saw Thomas begin to move. Raymond gasped for air while beginning to feel the pleasure of being hate-fucked by the man behind him. Still on all fours, he lowered his head and gasped for air. He heaved up and down while pushing back on the onslaught he was taking. Nelson took a step back and considered what to do next. Raymond had pissed him more than any other boy he had previously broken. Raymond wasn’t broken yet, the eyeroll proved that. He watched Thomas slowly get to his feet,cock still lodged in the boy as he remained on all fours. Thomas placed his feet next to the boy’s leg, one hand on the slut’s right shoulder and the other reached down to grab him by the hair. In one motion, he shoved his cock as deep as he could while bringing the boy deeper onto him by pulling his shoulder and head. 

Everything else washed away and Raymond yelled. Not because he was being hurt, and yes he was being hurt, but because this type of pain was the cost he had to pay.

“Fucking whore,” Nelson smiled.

[JWC1202]

Oh my! A new chapter of a favorite story I thought long abandoned. I'm very excited for Raymon'd journey to continue. I love how seemingly little interactions--the eye roll, the gut punch--take on a larger significance in the sadistic duo's breaking of Raymond. What is going on with Raymond is as thought provoking as it sexually exciting: Raymond, having lived a life apart, an observer more than anything, discovers that the brutal sex and the drugs, Nelson and Thomas, are forcing him to experience his own physicality much more directly, not just from the outside in. I am thrilled and thankful to see where Raymond's story leads him!