Degradation

I felt hands grab me from behind, groping me everywhere as I was pulled into the throng. I saw Jack smiling wickedly; behind him, I saw Matt lock the door with a key, then hand it to Jack who tucked it away in the pocket of his jeans. I was trapped and had no choice but to submit to this gang fuck, especially if I wanted the thousand dollars that Jack had promised me. The horny, slutty side of me wanted to get fucked as much as possible, but the cautious side of me was slightly afraid and worried about how much abuse my young ass could take. I guess it didn’t matter. I was theirs now. Someone was taking off my shoes, another pulled my shirt off and yet another man was unbuttoning my jeans. I was naked in no time, all those hands lustily fondling me everywhere. They ran their hands over me in a rough, abusive manner; grabbing my ass, playing with my cock and balls, and pinching my nipples so hard that I was gasping in pain. Despite my initial fear, I started to get aroused from all those masculine hands running over my body, felt my dick start to get hard. “Damn, he’s got a sexy boy butt,” I heard one of the men behind me say as he repeatedly shoved lube up my ass with his meaty fingers. “Yeah man,” another one said, “I can’t wait to fuck him.” Some of the men were already naked and I could feel their sweaty athletic bodies and hard cocks pressing against me. That erotic sensation caused my nervousness to melt away, and as I felt my own cock reach full hardness, I surrendered. My ass was wet and ready and so was I. “Fuck me,” I moaned, “somebody fuck me now.”

 “Fuck yeah,” one of them said, “the little faggot wants some dick.” “Get on the bed boy,” I heard another say to me, “on your hands and knees,” but before I could even move, two of the men picked me up from either side and carried me over to the bed, as if to remind me that I was their sex slave for the evening. I had never been manhandled like this and by now I was so turned on that I forgot about the danger, forgot about the fact that I was about to be gang raped by more than twenty men. I was a willing captive, a cock hungry queer. Whatever happened to me, it would be what I deserved for being such a slut, a greedy slut who wanted to get fucked and paid. I was thrown on the bed like a rag doll, and I saw for the first time, the huge bottle of lube with a pump dispenser on the nightstand. I did as I was told and got on all fours in the center of the bed, wondering which one would fuck me first, but not really caring. I heard one of them say, “Alight Ed, you drew number one, so you go first,” and I realized with amusement that they had drawn numbers to see who got to fuck me first. An orderly gang rape, I thought to myself as one of them, presumably Ed, walked into my line of sight, went to the nightstand and pumped a generous amount of lube on his seven-inch cock which was already hard. He was forty or so, with short wavy hair, dark brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache and a tight, hairy body. He looked a little like Tom Selleck. He waved his glistening cock at me and said, “You ready to get fucked boy?” “Yes sir, please fuck me,” I moaned, “give me that dick, please!” He grinned, got into the bed and positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, then without warning, he shoved it all in at once.

“Oh God, yes!” I shouted, “fuck my ass sir, fuck me hard!” I felt the feared and desired pain as his cock tore through my flesh and buried itself in my ass. He started fucking me immediately, pounding my young ass like an animal. His pace was relentless, and I felt his balls slapping against my ass as he drove his cock in and out of my fuck hole. The other men started acting like typical obnoxious, straight assholes, cheering him on and shouting out crude comments as he ravaged my hole.

“Fuck yeah Ed, tear that bitch up!”

“Pound the hell out of that little faggot!”

“Open him up man, get him ready for the rest of us.”

It was degrading and arousing. I was their slut boy. And I loved it. Nothing made me happier than getting fucked in the ass. But now I was suddenly greedy and wanted more. I was hard pressed to speak clearly from the rough fucking that Ed was giving me, but I managed to gasp in a low voice, “I want some cock in my mouth.” The men stopped talking briefly. I heard one of them ask, “What did he say?” I repeated it, louder this time, “I want some cock in my mouth, please!” “God damn,” I heard someone say, “he really is a horny fucker. Someone feed him some dick. Who’s next in line?” “I am,” one of the men said, “but I want that ass.” “Shit man,” I heard another say, “forget the numbers. Whoever wants to fuck his mouth, go for it,” and a voice said, “Right here man.” I looked up to see a man get into the bed in front of me, his hard eight-inch cock pointed right at my face. He was lean and muscular, with short blond hair, blue eyes and a clean-shaven face. He grinned evilly as he looked down at me and said, “Open that pretty mouth boy.” I obeyed and he shoved his cock in and started raping my mouth. I could taste his precum immediately, smelled the muskiness emanating from his dark blonde pubic hair.

Now I had a cock in my ass and one in my mouth, my sluttiness having reached a new high. Or a new low, depending on your viewpoint. Ed was fucking my ass hard, driving his cock all the way up inside me, while the blonde guy, whoever he was, kept fucking my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Only my cocksucking expertise kept me from gagging. I truly felt like a filthy whore now, a designation I welcomed and deserved. Ed was pounding my hole something fierce now, his breathing getting faster and heavier. “Damn boy,” he moaned, “I’m gonna cum in your ass.” “Yeah Ed,” one of the others said, “breed that faggot hole,” and Ed was powerfucking me now as his moans grew louder. “Oh shit yeah, I’m gonna cum. Fucking take my load boy. Oh fuck yeah, here it comes!” and I felt his cock pulse inside me as he flooded my ass with cum, thrusting in and out as he pumped warm, creamy semen into my hole. First load of the evening, I thought to myself, as he kept fucking me until his balls were drained and his cock went limp and slipped from my hole. “God damn,” he said, “this boy’s ass is fucking amazing.” He managed to catch his breath, then said, “Alright Mark, I believe it’s your turn,” and I heard the voice from before say, “Yup. Lemme at him.” Ed got off the bed as Mark walked over to the nightstand to pump lube on his cock. I barely got a look at him because I was focused on sucking the blonde man’s cock, but I saw that he was heavier built, well fit with a beach boy tan and no body hair. I didn’t even look at his face, just his cock, which looked very thick and ready for action. Six, seven, eight inches long? I couldn’t tell and didn’t care. He got into the bed, behind me like Ed had and without warning, violently shoved his cock in my ass.

I hollered as his thick tool tore into me, but it was muffled because the blonde guy’s cock was still fucking my mouth and before my hole could get used to the size of him, he started fucking me even harder than Ed had, like he wanted to hurt me. He was noisy too, grunting and growling with satisfaction as he pounded me. “Oh god, sir, you’re so fucking thick, you’re tearing me up sir,” I said, briefly taking my mouth off the blonde’s dick to catch my breath before going down on him again. Mark said nothing; he just kept fucking me like I was nothing but a piece of meat. Despite the pain, I was loving the fact that I had a cock in each hole. Suddenly, I heard the blonde guy start to moan and before I realized what was happening, his cock pulsed and throbbed, then shot a huge load of cum in my mouth. I felt it coat my tongue as I eagerly gulped it down, savoring the taste and taking every drop. I heard him groan with pleasure and say, “Fuck yeah, boy, that’s it, swallow it all.” I sucked him until he had none left and as soon as he pulled his cock from my mouth, I said to no one in particular, “More, I want more.” I heard someone say, “Damn, he’s a greedy fucker. Someone feed him another dick,” and I heard a voice say, “Fuck yeah, man,” and instantly another guy got in bed in front of me, and aimed his cock at my mouth, roughly pushing past my lips. I briefly looked up to see what he looked like; just another middle-aged white guy, a bit older, grey-haired, neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, fit and smelling of Brut. I started sucking his cock, taking his delicious tool down to the root, burying my nose in his wonderfully masculine smelling pubes.

 Mark continued fucking my ass mercilessly. The pain had dulled somewhat, though his thick manhood still had my hole stretched out to the max to the point where I thought he would tear it. After what seemed like maybe ten minutes or so, his grunts and growls increased in intensity and I heard him mutter under his breath, “Oh fuck, I’m about to cum,” then louder, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m cumming! Take my load you faggot!” and his cock fired off a fresh load inside me, filling me up even more as he kept fucking me, pumping out more cum with every thrust, until he too was spent and pulled out of me. I kept sucking the gray-haired dude while I waited for someone else to fuck me. The remaining guys were deciding who was next, but I paid no attention to what they were saying, knowing one of them would tear into me soon enough. I focused on the cock that was in my mouth, giving it all my attention like a good slut. As I sucked and slobbered, I looked up at him and saw from the expression on his face that he was about to cum. Suddenly he cried out and I felt his cum load hit the back of my throat, then my tongue and the taste was exquisite, salty and delicious. I love eating cum as much as I love taking it in my ass and I greedily swallowed all that he gave me. I released his cock after licking the last drop of cum from the head, while thinking to myself, that’s four loads and counting.

I felt another man get into the bed behind me. “Turn over bitch,” he barked at me in a harsh tone as he viciously slapped my ass so hard it stung. I flipped over so that I was on my back and barely had time to take in his appearance (black curly hair, swarthy complexion, tight gym body, big hairy cock) before he forced my legs open wide, roughly penetrated my fuck hole and began aggressively fucking me. “Oh fuck yeah, that ass feels good,” he said as he looked down at me with a cold, cruel expression. “You like taking dick like this, on your back like a woman?” he asked with a sadistic grin. “Yes sir,” I replied, “I love taking dick up my ass, anyway you want to give it to me sir.” He was now the third in a row to fuck my ass, my lust now intermingled with pride at how well I was doing so far. Yeah, I thought, you’re going to let everyone of them fuck, no matter what it does to you physically; you’re a champion slut boy now, show them you can take it. Let your ass enjoy all that cock and earn that thousand dollars. I felt him hitting my prostate now and waves of pleasure engulfed me. “Oh yes sir, fuck me,” I moaned, “fuck me good, give me that cum sir.” He was fucking me at a fierce pace now. “Fuck yeah boy” he said, “you want my cum in your ass?” “Yes sir,” I begged, “I want more cum in my hole, please sir!” “Aw yeah, boy, here it comes,” he growled, “fucking take my load boy. Aw fuck yeah!” and he power slammed his cock into me as he shot his cum, driving into me like a relentless machine as his load filled my hole, adding to the two that were already in me, pumping so much cream that it leaked out of my hole and dripped down my ass, soaking the bedsheets. He collapsed on top of me as he caught his breath after his intense orgasm. I felt his sweat on my torso, his hot breath in my ear as he whispered, “That was fucking amazing boy, even better than my girlfriend’s pussy.” I whispered back, “Thank you sir,” and he raised up a little and gave me a surprisingly sweet smile before he raised up all the way, pulled out of me and got off the bed.

I watched him get dressed; the four who had already used me before him were long gone. I lay there on my back with my legs wantonly spread as another man got into the bed and started fucking me. I didn’t even bother to look at him. I just let me head loll to the side as I enjoyed the feel of yet another cock fucking my ass. All I cared about was dick and cum now, in my ass and in my mouth. Four or five guys fucked me one after the other as I lay on my back in that whore’s position; I no longer cared what any of them looked like. I was totally focused on the pleasure of getting fucked. My asshole could no longer hold all their seed; when one of them plunged into me, cum that was already in me leaked out. Roughly half the guys had fucked me now and my hole was a wet, sticky, gaping mess. I was starting to feel pain down there, but my lust overrode that for now. They flipped me back over so that I was on my hands and knees again and went back to fucking my ass from behind and fucking my mouth while in front of me. I was starting to feel worn out and unable to focus, but I was determined to take every cock. They must have noticed my energy start to falter and one of them held a coke spoon to my nose and I snorted that white powder without hesitation up both nostrils and was instantly revived. I never actively sought drugs like weed or cocaine, but I never refused them if they were offered. He gave the bag of coke to the guy that was fucking me, who managed to snort some even as he continued to pound my ass. The guy who first gave it to me took the bag back, handed it off to someone else, then shoved his cock in my mouth and made me suck him until he came. I swallowed his entire load just like I did the others. As soon each man shot his cum in my ass or mouth, they immediately got dressed and left, but not before shaking hands with Jack, obviously thanking him for the use of my ass. At one point, I heard one of the men say to another as they was leaving together, “Damn man, that was one sweet piece of ass,” and his friend responded, “Fuck yeah buddy, that was hot as hell. Jack always finds the best pussy and ass in Miami.” The gang slowly dwindled down as they continued to fuck me, mouth and ass, while shoving the coke spoon up my nose to keep me going until they were done with me.

I was being fucked on my back yet again when I looked around and realized that the room was empty except for Jack, Matt and the guy that was fucking me. My ass was sore as hell now, my body aching and exhausted and I found myself wishing for this last guy to hurry up and cum. As if he had heard my thoughts, he started groaning loudly and finally shot his load into my worn-out asshole. My ass made a wet, slurping sound as he pulled out and I found myself wondering how many loads I had taken since I hadn’t made an accurate count of the number of men. I decided that I didn’t care. It was at least twenty, which was way more than I had ever taken and that’s all that mattered. The last guy got dressed, shook hands with Jack and left. I wondered why Jack would pay one thousand dollars to hire a whore, male or female, to entertain his upper-class male friends. The answer was obvious. Jack was the kind of man who doled out favors, knowing he could collect on them at some point in the future. My father and most his colleagues in New York were like that; unscrupulous, amoral and utterly despicable. I lay on the bed, drained of energy and rapidly coming off the cocaine high. I hoped Jack would let me rest for a bit before he threw me out.

I looked over and saw the two of them staring at me, their expressions unreadable. Jack was still clothed. Matt was still only wearing boxers. Jack started to get undressed, not taking his eyes off me, as he asked Matt, “Have you ever fucked a freshly creamed ass?” “No boss, never,” Matt replied, his gaze also fixed on me, “what’s it like?” “It’s fucking amazing kid,” Jack said, “especially if the bitch has been fucked so many times and is so full of cum, you don’t even need to worry about lube.” “Sounds hot,” Matt said, “you think he can take it after what he’s been through?”  “I think he has no choice but to get on his hands and knees if he still wants to get paid,” said Jack and I realized with despair that my job wasn’t finished until I had satisfied these two bastards. I had to submit if I wanted to finally get the money. If I didn’t get paid, then all the pain I knew I would suffer from later would be for nothing. Fuck it, I thought, what’s two more at this point? I was too exhausted to resist them anyway. And I still hadn’t cum yet either, so I wearily turned over, got on my hands and knees and made my ass available for them. “Take it,” I whispered.

And then the two of them were upon me at once, Jack shoving his cock in my ass while Matt shoved his in my mouth. They fucked me mercilessly at both ends, tearing up my already raw ass and making my jaw ache even more. I could feel pain starting in my hole now, but also felt my cock getting hard. I always manage to eventually get hard when I’m getting fucked, whether willingly or not, whether it hurts or not. I reached down and started stroking my cock while they continued to use and abuse me for their own pleasure. I didn’t think I could degrade myself any further. I was wrong. “Fuck me,” I moaned, as my mouth released Matt’s cock so I could rest my jaw for a second, “fuck my ass good, oh god yes,” and then I went back down on his thick tool while Jack pounded away at my ass. They switched up, Matt’s cock now invading my hole, stretching me out even more, making me gasp from the pain while I tasted cum and my own ass on Jack’s cock as he savagely mouth raped me. They fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, verbally abusing me like they had at the sex shop, but meaner and crueler now, debasing me because they could. I was stroking my cock like mad when I felt Jack shoot his load in my hole, though I was surprised I could feel anything at all in my battered and torn up ass. I felt my own orgasm approaching, but then Jack pulled out after he was spent, and Matt shoved his cock in me and started fucking me yet again. He was hitting my prostate hard and I couldn't hold it any longer, my cum erupting from my balls, shooting from my cock and drenching the sheets below me. As soon as I pumped out the last of my cum, I heard a beastly growl from Matt and he finally emptied his cum into my worn-out hole, adding his thick, creamy seed to the considerable volume of semen that was still inside me.

Matt pulled out of me, got off the bed, dressed quickly and left after telling Jack he would see him Monday at work. Jack also dressed quickly, then gave my body a rough shake. “We’re done here,” he said, “so you need to leave. Now.” “Damn it, man,” I said, “can you give me a little time to get myself together, find my clothes and get dressed?” I got off the bed to make sure I could walk and immediately fell to the floor. Jack didn’t even bother to help me up. He just watched as I struggled to my feet. I was wobbly at first, but I found some strength and steadied myself enough to be able to find my clothes. I gathered them up, went back to the bed, my energy slowly returning, and I started getting dressed while Jack stared at me with a mild look of disdain. I knew he was done with me and wanted me gone, but I decided I would leave when I was damned good and ready. And I still needed to get paid, damn it. “Why don’t you go get my fucking money instead of just standing there staring at me?” I said. He gave me that superior smug look of his that made me want to kick his teeth in and with a dismissive chuckle, he left the room. I finished putting my clothes on, then sat on the edge of the bed to put on my sneakers.

I finished tying my shoes and got up to walk around the bedroom, making sure I was fully functional before I tried to drive home. I saw the bag of cocaine on top of the dresser with the coke spoon next to it. I should have realized that Jack had provided the chemical stimulation as well as the sexual. I picked up the spoon and gave myself another quick hit, just enough to get me home. Also on the dresser was a picture in a Tiffany frame of a very beautiful, almost aristocratic looking woman. I picked it up so I could get a closer look. Her hair was gray, but very lush and immaculately styled. She had excellent bone structure and bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle even in a photograph. Her teeth were perfect, and her smile was both seductive and charming. Jack came back into the room and tossed an envelope on the dresser. “It’s all there,” he said, but I counted it anyway. He pointed to the picture I was holding. “My wife,” he said. “I figured as much. She’s very pretty,” I said. “Yes, she is,” he said, “that’s one of the reasons why I married her.” “Does she know about your extracurricular activities?” I asked. “She knows nothing about this part of my life,” he said, “and she never will. My wife is a virtuous woman, and she knows her place is not to ask questions about what I do when she’s not around.” He turned away from me, walked over to the bed and started to strip off the dirty sheets.

I laughed as I set the picture back on the dresser and said, “Whatever man. I’m sure your wife knows exactly what you do and is probably fucking the pool boy or your yard man in retaliation,” and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him rapidly approach me with his fist raised, but I was faster than him and ducked the punch, then slammed my own fist into his stomach with all the force I could summon, doubling him over and knocking the wind out of him. “Don’t even think about hitting me old man,” I said, my voice seething with anger. Nobody was ever going to hit me again, I vowed. Not ever. Certainly not an arrogant, corrupt and depraved ambulance chaser like him. He managed to catch his breath and slowly stood up while propping himself up with one arm on the dresser. He glared at me with undisguised loathing for a few seconds, then said, “You’re nothing boy. Just a dirty faggot and a low-class whore. That’s all you are.” “Maybe so,” I said as I scooped up the envelope with the cash, “but I’m not a cheap one.” He continued to look at me with utter contempt and said, “Get the fuck out of my house.” I stuffed the cash in my pocket and said, “With pleasure,” as I turned on my heel and left.

As I got into my car and drove home, my asshole started to throb with intense, raw pain that got worse with every passing minute. I deserved it though, having prostituted myself for money and sexual greed. I did my best to endure the horrible discomfort as I drove down Biscayne Boulevard heading for MacArthur Causeway. Cum was still slowly leaking from my hole, even as I crossed the causeway back to South Beach and by the time I turned onto Collins Avenue, my underwear was soaked with it. Normally, I would revel in the sensation, but this time it just made me feel like a battered and abused whore, which, I had to admit, was an accurate description of what I had become. Despite the defiance I had shown him, Jack was right about that, I thought to myself as I entered the condominium garage and parked. I sat in my car for few minutes, then shook my head, cleared my thoughts as best I could, and went upstairs to my unit. I left the lights off and went straight to my bedroom where I tossed the envelope of cash on my dresser and went right to my primary source of comfort, that being my liter bottle of Bacardi, in its usual spot beside my bed. I uncapped it and started drinking straight from the bottle as I walked to the bathroom to see if I had any Vicodin left. I cursed under my breath when I saw that there were only two pills left. I decided to save them for the following day, Sunday, since I wouldn’t be able to visit my corrupt physician until Monday. I could get any kind of legal drug I wanted from him, but he always demanded the same thing in return for his services and I shuddered when I thought of what I would have to do in order to get him to write me a new prescription.

I had already chugged down a third of the bottle and it was having the desired effect. I felt sluggish and dopey already as I stumbled to my bed, partly due to the alcohol, partly from crashing off that cocaine high and partly due to being worn out from that savage gang fuck. I stripped off my clothes, thinking I needed a shower to wash the stench of those men from my body, then decided it could wait until morning. I took one last swig of rum, then capped the bottle, set it back on the floor and collapsed naked into bed. I was slowly drifting off to sleep, wondering as I sometimes did, how long I could keep up this lifestyle of non-stop fucking, drinking and drugs before my body gave out or I caught some disease that would kill me. I knew I had to stop, but my out-of-control lust for cock wouldn’t let me. Barely conscious now, I realized that I probably needed someone to save me, anyone who could break me out of this depraved, unhealthy life. Because I knew deep down that I wasn’t going to save myself. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to. The numbing effect of the liquor overpowered the pain in my fuck hole, as I gratefully allowed my thoughts to fade out and the darkness of sleep to finally overtake me.

To Be Continued