[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences like they do in real life. Be sure not to act with abandon as do the story's characters.]
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Bending
When Tony and I came back upstairs to the gym, me with this huge cock and balls hanging between my legs, the others just stared at first. I could see myself in the mirrors all round, too. One of ‘em whistled.
The other one just said, “Fuck! That is one big, black cock on you Charlie! And, ah can see Boss used his voodoo on you again.”
Sammy is reaching for my big cock. I step back.
He says to me, “Ah been seein’ ya strokin’ your cock lately when we play. Ya know ya git off on it. Ya know ya want some. Don’t be play actin’ like ya don’t.”
“Not interested, Sammy. Nope. Keep your hands off o’ me.”
He’s reaching again. I bat his hands away.
“Touchy, touchy!”
“Whatever.”
Ricky is saying, “Ya know Sammy’s right. We all been seein’ ya playin’ with yerself. Ah been thinkin’ how ya wanna join in our playin’. We’re makin’ ya horny, Dude.”
“Think what you want. I ain’t playin’.”
I know they’re right. I have been getting horny when I bate while I’ve been watching. I haven’t let myself admit it. I’m straight, after all. I can’t be gettin’ hard from watching ‘em. I just can’t. But – I am. Damn it . . . I am!
We’ve been working out here in the gym for a few hours. We’re all sweating. My sweat’s drippin’ off the tip of my new cock’s long black skin. Seein’ it like that has made me semi-hard the whole workout. I know the boys have been noticing, too. I see ‘em looking at it . . . and then reaching for their own to fondle ‘em some. I hate amitting it. I’m feelin’ proud . . . proud that they’re lookin’ and proud that this black beast is hangin’ between my legs – even if it does look freaky. I do look sexy. Bet I’d make any man get hard – straight or gay or whatever. How can I be feelin’ this way, thinkin’ this way??
It’s later. We’ve showered and eaten. We’re in the dorm. Since it’s Monday and the club’s not opened, we’re just talkin’ with each other, and the T.V. – which isn’t connected to anything outside but only plays videos - is playing male on male sex porn, like always. It turned me off at first. With nothin’ else to look at, and with all o’ us naked all the time, though, it’s started to get me hard sometimes. Right now, it’s showin’ two built guys, one black one white. They’re 69ing. I realize I’m startin’ to play with my new cock. I just gotta. Ummm. It’s soo huge. It gets hard really quick. I keep stroking it . . . faster . . . faster. The boys are gonna see and make fun of me. I don’t give a damn. I wanna feel it hard and throbbing. My hips are startin’ to buck. Ummm. Ummm. I’m gettin’ lost in this bate! I’m losin’ it. I’m just thinkin’ cock, my huge hard black cock! Damn! I’m gonna . . . gonna . . . cum! Yesss! I’m jizzin’ all over myself. My new cock shoots like a cannon. It’s landin’ on my chest and in my face. I just keep shootin’. Shit that was amazing! Third time today.
Whistles. Applause. The boys are cheerin’. Just what I didn’t want to happen. What the hell. What do I care? I’m stuck here. Till I can escape, I might as well enjoy it, right? That’s what I’m tellin’ myself right now. Give in a little.
I sit up on the mattress and turn sideways with my legs over the side. Why not? I’ll spread ‘em with my big thick semi-hard dick pointin’ down about 45 degrees and still about 8” long, my big new black low hangin' balls not able to be hidden behind it also hangin’ over the edge.
I smile at the boys and grip my cock, runnin’ my closed fist up and down my shaft with my cum makin’ my hand slide easy. I say, “Who wants to suck?”
All of a sudden, they’re all in front of me. Tony’s on his knees. He reaches out and takes my shaft from my hands. He reaches up first with one hand, then with the other, and slicks his hands in the cum on my body . . . and starts masturbating me. Now I’m gettin’ hard again, and he’s takin’ my pole-like cock in his mouth.
“Ohh! Aghh!” He really knows how to blow. Guess he’s had a lotta practice. This feels soo fine! He’s up and down on me, suckin’ hard, real hard. Don’t know how long he’s been on me. Lost track of time.
Ricky’s stepped up on my mattress facing me, his feet on each side of my legs. He’s got his own dick in his hand and working it. He says, “Charlie, since yer finally joinin’ yer brothers, it’s time you sucked us.”
I look up at him . . . I can’t do this! Hell, I’m gonna. Don’t know how long before I’m outta here. Fuck it. I look up into his eyes. I open my mouth and take the tip of his big glans into my mouth. I lock my lips around it and start licking his cock head. He’s leakin’ pre-cum. It’s salty in my mouth. I come off for a second and lick my lips. I’m back on his hard dick, and I’m doin’ him like Tony’s doin’ me.
Sammy’s been jerkin’ himself off. Now, he’s sittin’ down on the floor and takin’ my big balls in his hands. He’s just massaging ‘em. Now, he’s puttin’ one of my big balls in his mouth. I don’t think there’s any way he could take ‘em both together. I feel my pelvis movin’. I know I’m gettin’ close. I can feel Ricky’s cock gettin’ really, really hard, and I see his balls tightening. Yeahhh! Ricky cums in my mouth just as I cum in Tony’s. Tony’s swallowing it all. He had the end of my dick down his throat! I’m swallowin’ some of Ricky’s, but most of it’s drippin’ outta the sides of my mouth down on my chest and the base of my hard, black cock. I just now am seein’ that Sammy’s cummed, too . . . on the floor where he’s sittin’ and suckin’ my balls.
We rest. After a while, Tony tells me, “Charlie, get on your back on the floor. I’m gonna take your ass.” I do like Tony says. He’s lookin’ me in the eyes. He says, "Put your heels on my shoulders." He grabs his hard dick again and is lining it up with my asshole. He moves in slow, deeper and deeper. Now, he’s pullin’ out . . . but he stops before he’s clear and starts back in. He keeps doin’ like that, slow and steady. I look to the side and see Ricky and Sammy doin’ just like Tony and me. After a while, Tony’s sped up. He’s bangin’ his pole into me all the way till his hairy crotch pubes are jammed up against my shaved crotch. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. He asks, “Am I hittin’ your g-spot?”
“What’s that?”
“Damn. You are dumb, aren’t ya? It’s your prostate, Brother. It’s what’s makin’ you feel so fine and makin’ ya feel like you’re gonna cum another time!”
He’s right. I DO feel like I’m gonna cum again. How can I cum four times in such a short time?! Dunno . . . but I’m not complainin’.
Tony asks while he’s fuckin’ me, “Ya don’t know what a flip-fuck is, do ya?”
Between my moans I tell him, “No.”
“It means when I cum and pull out, we flip and you get to fuck me. How’s that sound to ya?”
He’s startin’ to move faster and harder. I’m cryin’ out. Between cries, I shout, “Yeahh, Tony!”
Tony’s cum now and pulled out. He grabs me by my shoulders and pulls me around over him as he lies down on the floor. He spreads his legs and smiles, raising his heels to rest on my shoulders. He doesn’t have to give me directions. Even though I’ve never done this before, he’s just done me. I just do what he did. Now, he’s cryin’ out. My huge new cock is so big I'll bet it must be hard for even his experienced ass to take it in. I do like he did. I go slow. In and out. In and out. Nice and steady. He’s only moanin’ now – not cryin’ out. He’s saying to me, “Ohh Yea, Chalie. Take my ass!” I can feel Tony using his muscles in his ass to go tight and then loose and then tight and then loose . . . like it’s a hand milking a cow’s utter. That’s what he’s doin’. Now I get what the guys in those porn vids were talkin’ ‘bout when they said, “Milk my cock!” Damn, but this feels good. Finally, I cum – AGAIN. Fifth time! This isn’t possible, is it? Damn, am I a stud or what?
Don’t know how long or how many times I’ve sucked, fucked, been sucked, been fucked tonight. We’re all exhausted. It’s been an orgy. My first orgy. And, it’s with males only. But, I’m straight . . . I gotta be . . . I’m not gay . . . not me . . . can’t be. I’m feelin’ so tired. Can’t keep my eyes opened.
I’m wakin’ up. What the . . .? Why am I on the floor? Oh, yea. Last night. Turning my head to the right, I see I’m not alone on the floor. Tony’s knocked out a few feet off. Lookin’ the other direction, there’re Ricky and Sammy. Sammy’s cock is in Ricky’s ass. No one’s awake. Just me. I hurt. The floor was plenty warm . . . but it isn’t soft. What did I do last night? Am I rememberin’ right? Yea. Yea. I am. I did all that, all right.
Once everyone's awake, we shower together. We laugh a lot. We grab-ass and grab a lotta crotch.
We ate breakfast, and now we’re hookin’ up a hose to clean the floor in the dorm. Yup. It has a lotta cum on it, all right.
We get to the gym and are surprised to see Phillipe. He rarely comes here. I've been told he’s got his own equipment upstairs. He’s not wearin’ his voodoo stuff. He’s not wearin’ anything at all. I see his cock and balls and they make me think of mine. This is makin’ me get hard.
“I was pleased with what I watched last night,” he tells us.
I remember how the boys told me he keeps tabs. The cams are goin’ all the time. They probably have mikes on ‘em, too.
“I was curious how Charlie’s new penis would be received. It exceeded my expectations. Why, Charlie, you even finally decided to join your brothers in their play. You have been resisting all this time. Tell me, what do you think of your participation?”
What am I gonna say to him? I lie, “I haven’t really thought back about it that way, Phillipe.”
“PHILLIPE! You do not address me that way, Boy!”
“Sorry. Wasn’t thinkin’.”
“Think now, then, Boy. How do you address me?”
“Sir. Haven’t really thought back about it that way – Sir.”
“You definitely still do need more ‘adjusting’, Boy.”
What’s he mean, “adjusting”? More voodoo? More body decorating? What?
“Sorry . . . Sir.”
“Boys, get on with your conditioning. But, Tony – you and Charlie, come with me.”
Phillipe starts down the stairs, with us two following him. I’m thinkin’ that I’ve gotten myself into more hurt comin’ my way. I’m nervous again . . . like every other time I been down where we’re headed.
“Strap him on, Tony,” Phillipe says.
I just go over and lie out on the cross. No point right now in resistin’. Tony starts to fasten the cuffs on my ankles and wrists.
“Leave it flat, Tony. Do not raise it.”
Tony’s steppin’ back.
Phillipe’s back at his table. He’s bringin’ over what looks like a bandana. It’s bright red. He’s leanin’ over and tyin’ it so it cover’s my shaved head. He’s goin’ back over to the table. Now he’s back with a small bottle of liquid. Looks clear. He’s spilling it all over the bandana. Right away it’s makin’ my whole head feel hot. It’s stingin’, too. I don’t even ask what he’s doin’ or try to get him not to do it. I just stay quiet.
Putting his hands on my head, he’s startin’ up with the chantin’ again. Damn. This is gonna be bad. I know it. I think I’m losin’ it – goin’ unconscious. The heat all over my skull is getting worse. It’s hurtin’. My body’s gettin’ all tense. I’m droolin’.
I wake up. Still lyin’ on the cross. My legs and arms are free. My head hurts. I put my hands to my head. I don’t feel anything over it. The bandana thing is gone.
Boss is lookin’ down at me. “Charlie, how do you feel?”
“Head hurts, Boss.” Why’d I call him “Boss”?
“Can you sit up, Charlie?”
I try and I’m a little dizzy – nothin’ more. “Yea, Boss. I just feel a little whoozy. What was in that stuff you put on my head? It felt hot. It made me pass out.”
“It was a voodoo potion, Charlie. I needed to help you get your mind straightened out. You were confused about some things. Tell me, what is your surname?”
“Surname? Oh, ya mean last name. It’s diFilippo. How come ya askin’?” Why’d I say that. That’s not my name. I’m Charles Johnston.
“I am only making sure that your memory was not harmed by the potion I used. That is all. What do you do, Charlie? Do you have a job?”
“Not yet. Ya haven’t told me what you’re gonna have me doin’. Guess it’s gonna be like the other boys . . . workin’ in your club.” No way. I don’t wanna be workin’ for Phillipe in his stinkin’ club.
Phillipe is smiling. Tell me, Charlie. Do you know a man named Charles Johnston?”
“Ya, sure, Boss. That was my name – before.”
“Before what?”
“Before I got here. Ya changed my name to Charlie diFilippo, Boss.”
“What do you recall about Charles Johnston?”
“Everything, I guess. He was workin’ for a sports company. And, he did construction work gigs when it wasn’t the season for giving demos.”
“What did Charles do before that job?”
“He went to college, Boss.” Why is my mouth callin’ him “Boss”?
“What did he study?”
“He studied stuff with lots of numbers.”
“Numbers. You mean mathematics?”
“Ya, Boss. Lotta that . . . that . . . math . . . mathematic stuff.” Why is that hard for me to say? It’s what I studied . . . what I know.
“So, Charlie. Do you remember all those mathematics?”
“Sure, Boss. I guess so.”
“Charlie – Tell me what is the square root of 64?”
“Square root . . . square root . . . square root?" What the fuck. I know what that is. Why can’t I come up with it?
“It seems that you do not remember everything that Charles knew, after all, Charlie. I will ask you one more question. What is an exponential function?”
“Boss, what the fuck? I dunno what that means. Did I used to know stuff like that?” Why am I doin’ this? Of course, I know that. Or did. I really can’t come up with that answer now, though. Phillipe must have done somethin’ to my brain.
“Yes, Charlie, you did. But, no matter. It would not be of any use to you in your new occupation.”
“Boss, what’d ya mean ya needed to help me ‘cause I was confused? Was I forgettin’ stuff?”
“No, Charlie. You were confused about showing me respect, but that appears to be changed now. Perhaps forgetting the mathematics was a side effect.”
“Side effect. Ya mean ya didn’t plan it?”
“It must have been a side effect, Charlie. Why would I want you dumber?”
“Yea, Boss. Guess that was it. Ya wouldn’t want me forgettin’ stuff . . . gettin’ dumber. No way!” Getting dumber. Oh shit!
“Charlie, get up on your knees in front of me.”
I do as I’m told. I’m kneelin’ in front of Boss. His big semihard cock is right in front o’ me. He’s sayin’ to me, “Charlie, what does seeing my big penis in front of you make you want to do?”
“Suck it, Boss. Can I?” No way. I don’t wanna service his prik.
“Certainly, Boy. Serve Boss’ cock. Take it down your throat. I know from watching you last night that you can probably take it all in. Make sure not to let your teeth get in the way.”
I take Boss’ cock in both hands and feel it. It’s gettin’ harder in my hands. I lick my lips. I take his big cock head into my mouth and get it wet runnin’ my tongue all round it. I can feel my own big black pole growin’. It feels good. I’m goin’ further down on Boss’ shaft. Up and down. Boss is moanin’ and movin’ with my suckin’. I must be doin’ good. Got my lips closed tight as I can around it. I’m suckin’ hard as I can. I’m goin’ deeper and deeper. Finally, I get my face all the way into his thick pubic hair. I can smell him. It’s makin’ me full out hard. I pick up the pace of my suckin’. I almost feel like I’m gonna gag . . . but I don’t. Boss is started to buck back and forth. He’s cummin’. His knob is down my throat. He’s shootin’ his jizz right down into me!
He tells me to come off his thick cock.
“Now Charlie, lick me clean.”
“Sure, Boss. I wanna get all your cum!” No . . . I don’t!
To Be Continued
