As I was coming to, I remembered being in some kind of strange dream. I seemed to be reliving the last sex I had had just the last weekend with my girlfriend, but then I somehow seemed to become her just as I was about to pump my load into her, and I began to feel not the strength of driving my dick deep inside her, but instead the force of pounding my dick inside me, as if I were somehow becoming her, right up until I felt the flood of seed deep inside me, as I somehow replaced her and Jamar replaced me, which in turn began to meld into an even stranger dream with me stretched out and restrained, and with some group of men seeming to be about to fuck me as if I had once again become my girlfriend.
That was when I slowly came to grips with being awake. My body was sore in all sorts of strange places: my biceps, my inner thighs, my abdomen, the bottom of my back. And some places just seemed to hurt: my chest, and especially my nipples, some spot right inside my legs under my balls, my ass, and somehow deep inside, my throat, deep, and my dick, also somehow deep inside, as well as around the base of both my dickhead and my shaft.
My arms and legs were stretched and bound. I was struggling to recall where I was and what had happened. I gradually recognized Jamar, then slowly figured out there were three other black men with him, one older, two about his age. The older one said something, and the first distinct thing I felt was my balls being tied and stretched, and then something tight going around the base of my dick.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was so exhausted I kept lying back to try to get my energy. I tried to move my arms, then my legs, but everything felt so sore I just gave up. Even raising my head was a chore, and I finally gave up, somehow not worried as Jamar assured me everything was going to be fine, as the other three both tightened the bonds and massaged my body, gradually bringing me increasingly back to my senses. I would only learn later that the whole thing was some combination of my having passed out combined with being brought to and given muscle relaxers, which was apparently the grand scheme from the very beginning.
Jamar encouraged me to relax, and helped to drive that process by opening my mouth and inserting the semi-hard wet head of his huge dick into my mouth, which I seemed almost to nurse on as if I were a suckling baby. The older man, who was gradually coming back into my mind as Mr J calmly praised Jamar for making my dick hard as Jamar gradually fucked my mouth deeper and deeper. Mr J almost seemed impressed with something about my stamina, as I seemed to regain more and more feeling, particularly in my hardened dick which Mr J said was measuring in at just over 11 inches and straight as a telephone pole. All four of them somehow seemed both impressed and excited, but Mr J calmed them down: "This may well be the best I've ever seen."
It seemed like there were all sorts of hands working my dick and balls: since I really couldn't move I gave up and just tried to feel what was happening, no matter how groggy I still felt. One or two hands were continuing to stretch my balls, almost as if they were jerking them off. Maybe it was Greg who wondered aloud something like what they would look like if they really managed to fill them. Mr J responded and said he was sure they'd all be impressed.
It felt like maybe four other hands were working my dick, two on my shaft, particularly at the base, and the other two focused on my dickhead. It was the most relaxing I thought I had ever felt, with whatever they seemed to be rubbing into it, even as they never forgot to tug every now and then, and do something strange to my dickhead, almost as if one of them was trying to finger it. Almost scientifically, Mr J continued to make sure they got good shots as well as measured. Could the base of my dick really have gotten to over 8 inches around?
Sucking on Jamar's dick continued to relax me, except for when I could tell he was about to shoot, when my focus turned to making sure I was ready. However, Mr J made him pull out and shoot somewhere else, as Antwon's dick then replaced his, although Jamar did pout and say he at least wanted to feed me the last drops, which Mr J agreed to, although noting that he did want to make sure I succeeded in getting everyone to nut at least once more, saying he was pleased that they almost had a full cup, but he really did want to make sure that they went just a bit over.
With Jamar having shot, Mr J said he thought they were ready to begin, as he seemed to step away for a moment. I tried to relax again and just pay attention to my other senses. Mr J gave something to Jamar, said something like "fresh out of the freezer," and Jamar then touched the end of my dick it seemed with something cold and hard.
That was when I remembered the metal rods, but only as Jamar gradually inserted it right down my hardened shaft. I shivered from the cold and went harder at the pressure as Jamar slowly slid the rod what felt like all the way down my dick, the coldness intensifying from the inside out as someone's hands continued to massage my pole on the outside, with Mr J getting each of them to notice in turn how hard the pole was inside me, and adding something like "wait until we really start fucking him."
That was enough to make Antwon cum, but once again my throat was deprived, as Greg now entered my throat, apart from what I guess were the last drops of cum from Antwon's fat wet dickhead.
Then the work seemed to begin on my dick, with each of them taking turns with the steel rod, until Jamar was "given the honors," following which my dick froze and hardened yet again as rod number two went it. Watching that made Greg cum, and pleased Mr J as Jamar said it was his turn, but to which he replied he had something special in me, as for the first time my mouth was left empty.
As the second rod hit what felt to be bottom, I came, with Mr J pleased once again, as he somehow scooped my cum up separately: "Here's what we'll start with." Then they seemed to take their last turns with the rods, driving my dick (and my mind) crazy, until Mr J ordered it to end, and "the fun to begin."
I closed my eyes and listened as best as I could. Mr J showed them something and said "the kid's own cream filled the first tube," as something new went into my dick, with little questions from the other three.
Mr J explained that it was basically a catheter tube, except that an injector was on the end that was meant to drain piss. He then coached Jamar to get it about halfway down before shooting it, "so the kid can feel himself getting fucked. We'll go deeper later."
Jamar said "damn. It should be my load instead of his," and then walked me through things as he told me to talk to him, as I felt him release my own cum down my dick. The other two young ones were almost as excited, as Mr J had them feel the back of my shaft and watch it go in. "Take your time, Jamar. We're going to enjoy loading him up. And don't any of you dare touch your dicks (as I heard something which sounded like he hit each hard one in turn), or else I'll have you tied up ans force our bitch to whip you."
At that point they seemed to be all about business: Jamar followed the injector full of my seed with what he said was his, then Greg and Antwon took turns, with Mr J apparently slowly pumping me and helping the cum go down my shaft.
Jamar would ask how I was holding up. Someone would stretch my balls. They would take turns squeezing them, saying some crazy thing about this beating salt shots by a long ways.
Mr J then ordered that my arms be untied, and told me I needed to watch and help them fuck me, warning that if I felt the urge to cum I better lean up and suck it, or risk getting beaten to a pulp. He then hit my dick hard to make sure I knew he meant it, and demanded Jamar to bring back the nipple clips and make me put them back on. "The pain should keep him from cumming too quick."
So there I was, now actually watching these black men fill my dick with cum. And of course I was forced to do one as well, until every last drop of cum was in me, and both my balls and my cum shaft aching, but with Mr J clearly still with something up his sleeve.
"So now for the grand finale, boys. Is anyone smart enough to guess?"
It was Jamar who got it: "Fuckkk. I wish I had known," with Mr J saying "there's a reason you have my cum in your ass, boy. Now hold him."
With that, and with Antwon, Greg and me still in the dark, Jamar kept swearing as he removed the tube and begged to at least be the one to make it happen. Antwon caught on and went rock hard, almost out of nowhere, as Jamar lined Mr J's piss slit up to mine, and as Mr J said "you're welcome to keep it in place, but the boy's gonna make it happen."
So Jamar, trying to hide his jealousy, and with me even feeling sorry for him, lined Mr J's piss slit up to mine, and Mr J then ordered Antwon to pry my dickhead open so at least his slit would go inside mine.
Then I saw him differently . . .
[ALWB 17]
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