I slowly woke up, my brain coming out of a fog, a bitter, metallic taste in my mouth. Where was I? Opening my eyes, I saw the popcorn ceiling of the motel room, framed by my legs.
I struggled with body movements, discovering that my wrists were tied to the headboard slightly above and to the sides of my head. And my legs, they were tied by my ankles to the top ends of the headboard, pulling my ass in the air and splaying my cheeks open to the room. Last night I was sleeping tied up, but in a different, more doggy-style position. How had this new bondage occurred?
“Ah, good, you’re awake again.” I looked over to see Jason scrolling on his phone. “Had some new requests, thought you would appreciate a different position.”
I vaguely remembered him waking me up earlier this morning by injecting my arm with something. “Jason, what the hell did you inject me with? You making me a druggy as well as a whore?”
“Don’t get yourself worked up, it was just a little sedative, nothing addictive. I needed you out so I could clean you up a bit in the tub without you fighting me. And get you into this new pose. Some guys said they like to look the whore in the eyes when they breed them, so you are like this today. You can give your knees a rest. You’re welcome, LOL.”
“Jason, come on man, this has gone far enough. You’ve had your revenge, taken blackmail pictures, even actually fucked me! I’m your brother! Just end this, let’s figure out a better way for you to pay off your debt. I’m begging you, little bro to big bro.” I looked straight at him with all the sorrow in my face I could muster, willing him to remember our childhood, his role as protector, anything that would free me from this rape-hell I was trapped in.
“Mikey, Mikey, that’s good! You almost had me believing you for a second. But we both know you’ve never looked up to me as a ‘big bro.’ So, this is going to play out with me in control, not you.” I don’t know why I thought this appeal to brotherhood would work, given the hatred he had expressed yesterday towards me, but a desperate man will try anything.
“Besides, I saw you, remember? You got hard and came hands free from that manager’s big Arab cock. A part of you is enjoying this, even if you won’t admit it.”
He walked over and pried my jaw apart, forcing the ring gag into my mouth again. The leather wrapped metal forced my mouth into an open position. I cursed him colorfully, but it just sounded like a garbled mess.
“Yes, that will do nicely. Some of the clients today want to give you a face fuck, but I don’t trust you to play nice. And this will help as well!” He pulled out a can of something and sprayed it down my throat. I read the can - Doc Johnson’s GoodHead Deep Throat Spray – tasting the minty spray and then feeling a numbness. “I’ll spray you every so often, so your gag reflex doesn’t kick in. I know you want those big cocks all the way down your throat.”
I could only shake my head in disgust, and shoot daggers with my eyes.
A knock at the door announced the first of my rapists for the day. Jason answered, letting in two new Arab men.
“Amir texted us you have a hot white boy that takes big Arab cock, yes?”
“Yes, but only for the right price. He’s ready and not willing, LOL, and you’ll be the first for the day.” Jason gestured towards me spread out on the bed and held his hand out; the men eagerly fished in their pockets for their wallets.
“We have three hundred each. We can fuck him rough, yes?”
“Yes, fuck him rough, he’s a bitch for your use. But no marks, I need him to look good for others later.”
“No worries, no need for marks. We just want to pound his holes hard. Hard-hard.” They quickly stripped, revealing hairy, muscled bodies and massive cocks, long and thick. My eyes went wide at their manhood.
“Yes, I see your fear, faggot. You have only dreamed of cocks like ours, now you will suffer the reality. Like all white boy faggots, you are not worthy of taking our cocks, but we will feed them to you regardless.”
They both got up on the bed. The talker straddled my face and shoved his cock in my mouth. “Nice mouth pussy. No resistance.”
Jason helpfully spoke up. “I gave him some deep throat spray to eliminate the gag reflex, so you should be able go all the way down in his throat.”
“Wonderful. Let us see.” He grabbed my hair with one hand and my ear with the other, and pulled my head forward into his bushy pubes. His huge cock pushed past my uvula and slid down into my esophagus. He slid it in and out a few times relishing the feel of my throat. “Yes, he has a nice throat! Hasan, you should feel this tunnel.” Talker moved to the side and the silent one, Hasan I guess, Took his place at my mouth. His cock was thicker, but with the ring gag I could offer no resistance as he pushed in deep and hard. My throat was full, no air coming through, and so it spasmed around his shaft. “Mmmm, good throat, you are true Omar.” I thought I was going to pass out but he finally pulled his cock out, saliva stretching like an obscene web from my mouth to his cock. I took in as much air as I could before he pushed back in and continued the onslaught.
“Yes, fuck his face. I will use the other end of the whore.” He lubed my hole a bit and positioned himself at my ass, began pushing himself in. I tried to scream in pain, but Hasan’s cock muffled my cries. I could only whimper as the baseball bat cock spread me open. “Yes, scream white bitch. That is what I want to hear! Hasan likes it when your screams tickle his cock.” He grabbed my ankles tightly and thrust forward, bottoming out inside me. I was seeing stars from the experience, a mixture of pain, mostly, and yet pleasure as well. Even as rough as he was, that big cock was touching places just like his friend last night.
Omar slapped my now hard dick. “Ah, see, white-boy faggot is enjoying it. Amir was right, you were made to be a fucktoy for big Arab cocks.”
“I want to see.” Hasan did a 180, thrusting his ass in my face. “Yes, good hole. I want too.”
Omar continued to piston-fuck me. “One second, I am almost ready to breed this whore.” He slammed harder than ever, until he roared and I felt my insides bred by his hose. He pulled out, still talking smack.
“Good whore, your pussy was just what I needed. Now Hasan will fuck you.” Hasan took his place and rammed fully inside in one motion. I yelled as my eyes rolled back in my head. But then Omar was back at my mouth, shoving inside. “Clean me bitch! Taste your ass on my cock.” I had no choice; his cock was fully inside me again. My throat was just a loofah to clean his manhood. Then he pulled his cock out and shoved both his hairy nuts into my mouth, riding my head while his friend ravaged my asshole. They used me like that for several minutes, until Hasan shouted and bred me even deeper and harder than Omar had. I would have slumped over if I hadn’t been tied to prevent it. At least it was over.
SLAP! “Stay awake faggot. I am ready to fuck you again.” Omar slid his cock in my bussy, much easier than the first time, as his buddy had opened me wide. He pounded me as hard as the first fuck, only this time Hasan was standing to the side, so I was able to see the raw determination on Omar’s face as he fucked me. He leaned his head down to stare into my eyes. “I can see you like my cock inside you, whore. All you white boys, you love Arab cocks.” He nuzzled his mouth against my neck; his arms hooked under me and holding my head steady while he licked my ear and neck. I was completely at his mercy, and yet, the pleasure I felt earlier had returned, stronger than the pain this time. “Yes, take my cock! I can feel the blood pulsing in your neck in time with my cock. You are mine!” He reared back up and grabbed my nipples, twisting them as he orgasmed inside me again. The experience was too intense for me, and my cock erupted across my chest.
“Useless faggot. No real man would cum hands free from getting fucked. I hope your pussy burns from the loads we leave deep inside you.”
He got up from the bed and they both went to the sink area to clean up. I just lay there, physically and emotionally spent. I hadn’t agreed to any of this, would never have, but I couldn’t deny the fucking truth; those Arab studs could really fuck! A part of me hoped they had other friends stopping by.
“We go now, have to get to the warehouse for work. Maybe we come back again later in week.”
Jason was all smiles. “Of course, of course. You and your buddies are welcome back whenever. I’m slutting the faggot out all week. Tell everyone! LOL”
He shut the door and we were alone again. “Mikey, man! You really are a cock slut. This is great!” He smacked my ass, accidentally getting some of Omar’s leaking cum on his hand. “Fuck! You are leaking.” He wiped his hand in my hair.
"I bet the next group of guys find that hot.”
I just stared at him in silence.
