“Hey, Ty, that guy look familiar to you?”
I spin around to see where my associate, Malik, is pointing. It’s not difficult, at 6’4” I stand well above the crowd. I cup my hands around my eyes to get a better view through the pulsing red lights. My skin is damp with sweat. Not shocking, considered there’s currently some 19-year-old frat bro on the floor of the bathroom with a fresh load of mine up his ass.
“Who, the guy at the bar over there?”
“Yeah, the blonde.”
Sure enough, standing at the other end of the bar that wraps around the room, there’s this surfer looking stud with a shaggy, blonde mop of hair. He’s maybe late twenties, with a chiseled jawline and stubble. He’s got a pretty toned physique, with a fit bubble butt tucked into the briefs that make up his outfit for the night. His dreamy blue eyes follow Alyssa, one of the bartenders, as she tends to other patrons. He keeps eyeing her ass and biting his lip.
“That creepy loser? Nah, should I?”
“I think he’s the guy that’s been fucking around with us for months.”
“Wait, are you serious?!”
One thing to know about me is, I get some action. On any given day, I’ve got a rotation of horny women orbiting me like moons around a planet. But what most people don’t know is that I’m bi. Usually I go for younger men - often twinks - who need a real attitude adjustment. Straight, cocky, alpha types. Former high school basketball stars, frat boys, you get the picture. I… acquire them, give them a bit of quality training, and by the end of it they’ll gargle my balls on command just to hear me praise them. Something about putting inferior men in their places really makes my 10” cock ache.
So, needless to say, I found myself intrigued when ‘CncBttm4Now’ messaged me on Grindr with quite the exciting proposition. He said he wanted to leave his door unlocked and take a nap, and for me to let myself in through the door he “forgot” to lock. He said he wanted me to find him all naked and asleep, and use the opportunity to take advantage of him. Kept emphasizing how I shouldn’t let him chicken out until I flooded his white bubble butt with my superior seed.
I’m no stranger to cnc by any means, so that got me hard straight away. Wouldn’t send me his face but his ass was plump and I was horny so I took the chance and went. Imagine my disappointment and anger when I announced my arrival, only to be blocked moments later! That had me fucking pissed. So, that night, I came to the local sex club - Ophelia - and started venting to Malik and the boys. Turns out, that little bitch was doing it to damn near all of us! If I wasn’t so pissed off, I might have been impressed. Unfortunately, no one knew who he actually was and he changed profiles often. From that point on, he became my white whale, my ultimate catch. Despite that, I never thought I’d actually find him.
“Yeah, here, take a look!” I lean over and look at a screenshot on his phone. It’s a snapchat conversation with our infamous conman, complete with his usual ruse. Crucially, the screenshot also includes a selfie that matches our scummy pervert. “He was so desperate to convince me to come over that he finally caved and sent that. Soon as I screenshotted it for reference, he blocked me on the spot.”
“Damn! Well, good thing you did that! That sure as hell looks to be our little weasel.”
“You want me and the boys to catch up with him when he leaves? We can show him a night he won’t forget, dump him on some back road after.”
“Maybe…”
Just as I’m considering his proposal, a woman walks over from nearby. She’s a shorter, curvier white chick with a brunette pixie cut and pink, lacy lingerie that accentuates her amazing breasts. Truly one of the most attractive women I’ve seen in a long time. I watch intently, wondering what will happen.
At first, she walks up to him with lust in her eyes. Clearly this asshole is the center of the universe, as far as she’s concerned. But then Alyssa walks up, and things shift. At first she talks to this new girl, and the two are smiling. But then douchebro gestures to Alyssa and says something, and immediately his girl is ticked off. Alyssa excuses herself, and the two are left to bicker. Just as she makes her way around to us, the other woman has stormed off in anger, leaving her loser man to chase after her.
“What a disgusting prick!” She spits, glaring at him as he runs off.
“What did that loser do to you?”
“Everytime they come in, he tries to talk her into a threesome with me. As if I’d ever touch that slimeball. You sound like you’ve had a run in with him yourself.”
“You could say that. He’s got some kind of freak fetish for stringing along gay men.”
Her eyebrows nearly shoot up off her forehead. “Oh shit? No kidding! He really is a scumbag pervert.”
“You’re telling me. That little fag tricked me and damn near every last one of the boys.”
“So, why don’t you do what you usually do with cocky assholes like him?”
I laugh and down my glass of scotch. “Oh, don’t you worry. Now that I know who that guy is, it’s only a matter of time before the little bitch is making good on all the offers he made us. But with his girl in the picture, I see an opportunity to truly get some wicked revenge. Give me a few weeks to figure out a plan, I’ll introduce that cocky little shit to the life of servicing superior black dicks he was always meant to live.” My cock is throbbing at the idea of it.
For a moment, Alyssa looks stunned. But then a wicked smirk forms on her face. “I want in.”
I’m not sure whether I’m more surprised or impressed. “You sure about that? You’ve never done this with us before.”
“Yeah, I’m sure! I want to help put him in his place. Plus, maybe if I talk to his girl, I can figure out a good time to grab him.”
I shake my head. Damn, this woman is really something else. “Alright, you got a deal. Try to find out a time where they’re going to be alone together for a while, if you can. We can tamper with her vehicle, keep our little bitch boy occupied in her absence.”
Another evil smile forms on her face. “Come to think of it, I think I heard them talking about some ski trip coming up. I’ll see what I can find out.”
“You’re the best, chica.” I grin, kissing her hand as she walks away.
Without realizing it, I absentmindedly begin to rub my dick through my boxers as I fantasize about all the different ways I could make this happen. If we downed a tree, we could probably ambush him on the road. Or maybe show up and jump the little fag in his sleep. So many possibilities. All I know is, by the end of it all, I want to see him bouncing his little bubble butt on my monster cock like his life depends on it. There isn’t enough time in the world for all the things I plan to do to him. At this point, it’s not about teaching him a lesson. It’s about ruining him.
The pathetic little faggot’s cries as I pull on his nipple clamps has my raging boner pouring out precum. He tries desperately to pull free and run away, but even if he could get free, he wouldn’t get far. The spreader bar and custom made leather harness have him locked up so tight he can barely hobble up the stairs, and that leather hood locked on his head means he ain’t seeing shit. Struggle all he wants, he’s as good as helpless. He whines and screams, probably trying to beg for freedom, but the dildo gag modeled after my own dick renders his complaints little more than muffled babble. Not that I give a fuck what he has to say. As far as I’m concerned, from here on out, his mouth is no longer for talking, it’s for swallowing black cock.
With the help of Malik and my boys, we wrangle our little captive cumslut into the master bedroom, locking the doors behind us for good measure. The boy is still crying and squirming, but he’s starting to tucker himself out. I release the chain, giving his nipples a break. He is not afforded the same luxury. I grab him by the hair, speed-walking him over to the king size bed. I can’t help but laugh at the way he stumbles trying to keep up. Shoving him onto the bed I bark my first command.
“Sit, bitch. Now. and stop your whining or I’ll beat your sorry ass and give you something to cry about.”
He does so without resisting, probably realizing I mean what I fucking say. And aside from the occasional stifled sob, he stops whining as instructed. Maybe his lessons will be easier than I thought. I walk over next to the bed, grabbing his hair and pulling him so that he’s propped up against the pillows. Once he’s where I want him I remove my underwear, allowing my throbbing dick to spring out. With my dick free I climb up onto the bed with my toy, sitting behind him so that my shaft is nestled perfectly between his cheeks.
“Oh, how I would love to just destroy that cute little ass of yours already… But I have to be patient. Our game will start soon enough.”
I can feel the boy shaking with fear as I grab him by the hips, lifting him up so that he’s sat just above my dick. With my hand I then fish my dick out so it’s sticking up between his legs. I shift his toned body until my dick is spooning his. His is a few inches shorter than mine, making it a perfect fit.
“There we go! Now that we’re all comfortable, I think it’s time we play our game. Would you like to know the rules so we can get started?”
“Mmm, MMM!” He yells, frantically shaking his head.
“What’s that? I didn’t quite understand. Well, if you want to stop at any point, just say ‘no’ loud and clear!” I laugh.
“Mm, mm, mm!” He moans, trying to articulate the words. A quick tug on his balls shuts him up.
With the fag’s little tantrum over, I begin the next step. Reaching into a bag on the end table I produce a large bottle of lube. We brought several. Popping it open I pour a generous amount onto both our dicks. The cold liquid makes him flinch, and I can feel his tight ass clench. Once I’m done I take my hands and start using both to jerk. Running my hands up and down agonizingly slow, I squeeze our erections together. Lube and precum mix together between our dicks as I continue to squeeze and jerk, over and over.
At first, Max tries to resist the pleasure. His hands twist and clench as he pulls at his bonds. I can feel him tensing up and shaking his head, trying not to let the shared stimulation of our dicks break his defenses. But, little by little, he begins to moan and thrust into my hands. I knew it. The little fag is a slut for punishment.
I start to pick up the speed, jerking and squeezing our dicks together with more speed and force. Before much longer his body starts to twitch, and his cock begins throbbing even harder. His will to fight and escape is losing out to his need to cum. It won’t be long now. He’s close.
“Now seems like the perfect time to explain the rules.” I whisper in his ear, swirling the heads of our dicks together. “See, for the rest of the night, this is how it’s gonna work. My boys and I, we’re going to do our best to make you cum. Sounds fun, right?”
The boy hesitates but nods softly as I continue stroking our cocks together.
“I’m sure it does, you greedy little slut. But we can’t just let one person have all the fun! So, every time you cum, one of us gets to cum, too. Sounds fair, don’t you think?”
The boy shakes his head no, squirming in my lap as he realizes what’s about to happen. Grabbing his balls I give them a twist, eliciting a yelp from the boy. The message is clear and he quiets down.
“Hey, now, fair is fair! Which is why there’s one extra little rule. See, if by the time we’re done playing you haven’t met your quota making us cum, well… you’ll have to come with us until you do. Sound like a deal?”
As I tell him this, two of my boys haul a large trunk out of the walk-in closet, setting it down beside the bed with a loud thud. Evidently the slut must have heard and understood the implications as he immediately renewed his struggles despite having nowhere to go. His outburst doesn’t last long as two other men run to either side of him, holding him in place. They then begin to suck and lick the boy’s nipples, flicking them with their tongues. Though the boy is once again crying under his hood, his hips have resumed thrusting into my hand
“Like I said, all you have to do is say ‘no’ and it’ll be all over. Until then, I think it’s about time we begin-”
Ring, ring, ring!
The sound of a phone ringing cuts through the moans and whimpers, interrupting their fun. The one holding Max’s clothes quickly realizes it’s his phone and fishes it out of his jeans. All it takes is one look at the screen for a devious grin to spread on his face. Immediately he rushes to Alyssa, who cackles when she sees who it is.
“Oh, Ty, you’re not gonna believe this!” She says, turning the phone to me. She’s right. I don’t believe it.
“Well, I’ll be damned. Our luck just keeps getting better.” I say, smiling as I see his girlfriend’s caller ID flashing on his screen. I guess it’s time to take things a step further.
