Degradation

I stayed indoors for days after that brutal, but sexually satisfying rape session. I needed time for my injuries to heal and going out for sex or food wasn’t an option for me, given how torn up my face was. I didn’t want to have people staring at me or asking what had happened. I called the small family-owned grocery down the street and arranged to have my groceries delivered. I knew the owner, so it wasn’t a problem. The neighborhood liquor store did the same for my rum. I made the delivery boys leave the merchandise outside my door, since I had already paid for it over the phone with my credit card. That way, I didn’t have to face them either. The booze and the Vicodin helped me deal with the pain by keeping me unconscious most of the time. When the drugs wore off and I was lucid, I dealt with the lack of sex by jacking off while fucking myself repeatedly with my dildo. After I shot my load, I would dope myself up again and fall back into bed. Eventually though, two things made me want to go out again. One evening, after about two weeks, maybe more, I was getting ready to shove my dildo up my ass yet again when I realized that I was out of lube, which I couldn’t get delivered of course. I threw the dildo to the floor in frustration, then went to the bathroom to piss. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my face was mostly healed. I still had a few fading bruises, but they were barely noticeable. The adult video store and sex shop where I bought my lube from was in South Beach, just a short drive from my condo. They had private video rooms in the back, where I had scored cock in the past. I was sober and horny of course, so I decided it was time to leave my condo and start getting real dick again.

It was Wednesday, so there probably wouldn’t be a lot of men at the store looking for anonymous sex, but I needed the lube and was desperate to see if I could get some action. I hadn’t bathed in days, so I hopped in the shower, soaped up good and used the high setting on the shower massage to clean out my asshole. After drying off, I put on a pair of the same style bikini briefs that the football player had mocked me for. I always wore my slutty underwear when I was hunting for cock. I went out on my balcony and felt a chill in the air, so I put on an old college sweatshirt, jeans and some sneakers, then went downstairs to the parking garage. I was at the store in fifteen minutes and had no trouble finding a parking spot right in front. I didn’t go in right away though. I sat in my car for a few minutes scanning the area for undercover vice cops. The Miami Beach police are not to be trifled with, but they are also easy to spot in their so-called unmarked police cars. I had never been busted for public lewdness in places like this, but I had heard unpleasant stories of men who had gotten caught and I was determined not to let that happen to me.

I didn’t see any obvious police presence, so I went into the store and looked for my favorite clerk, a Cuban guy in his early twenties named Javier. I spotted him behind the cash register, and he smiled and waved at me. He was sexy as fuck, with dark caramel skin, wavy black hair, mustache, and a lean muscular build. He was also straight but was totally cool with guys like me fucking and sucking in the backroom video booths if we were paying customers. I walked over and shook hands with him. “Hola amigo,” he said, “qué pasa, haven’t seen you in here in a while, how you been?” “I’ve been good,” I said, shading the truth a bit, “just need some lube. Thought I’d check out the backroom while I’m here.” I took a quick look around, then put my face close to his and whispered, “Everything cool tonight?” He grinned, knowing exactly what I meant. “Yeah man,” he said, “cops are doing their hunting somewhere else tonight.” “Awesome,” I said, “so what’s the crowd look like back there?” “I’ve only seen a few go back there since my shift started,” he said, “the usual overweight, dirty old men, you know?” I sighed, thinking that even though I was horny as hell like always and would probably take any cock I could get, I really wanted something more than a fat lecher tonight. Javier gave me a quizzical look and asked, “So what’s up man, you want some video tokens?” I drummed my fingers on the counter, then said, “Let me think about it. I’m going to grab a bottle of lube. Be right back.” He nodded and said, “Okay man.”

I turned and headed for the section where the lube was kept and as I did, I heard the bell on the front door ring as someone else entered the store. I found my usual brand in its usual spot, took the biggest bottle available, then headed back to the front counter. I saw two men standing there talking to Javier; they were the ones I had heard entering just minutes before. I stopped about ten feet away and just stared. They were both around the same height, slightly under six feet, with fit, athletic bodies under their fashionable slacks and tailored silk shirts. The older of the two was in his late forties, fifty at most, with grey hair cut short, probably ex-military and an air of supreme confidence about him. He had pale blue eyes and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. The younger one was in his early thirties, with dark brown hair cut short in a prep school style, parted neatly on one side. His eyes were brown, his face was clean shaven, and he looked nervous and unsure of himself. Both wore expensive looking gold watches, and their hands were immaculately manicured. Probably lawyers or bankers or some other type of professionals, I thought to myself, but sexy as hell. Javier dropped the tokens they had just purchased into the older guy’s hand and the two of them made for the backroom, the older one giving me an appraising stare as they passed. I noticed they both wore wedding rings, so I figured they were typical, upper income straight men slumming for a quick blowjob. I had no idea why they were out together, but the younger one seemed subservient to the older one, so maybe he was being mentored in the pleasures of the wild side of life.

I watched them push through the swinging door to the backroom, then quickly went over to the counter and said to Javier, “Let me pay for this lube and also give me ten dollars’ worth of tokens.” He gave me a wicked grin and said, “Sure thing amigo.” He counted out the tokens and handed them to me. He was about to put the lube in a brown paper bag, but I stopped him, saying, “Don’t need the bag.” Still wearing that sexy grin, he said, “Planning on using it right away, huh?” I smiled also and said, “Hope so.” “Go for it man,” he said, then followed that up with, “They must have money dude. Did you see those Rolex watches they’re wearing? Couple thousand dollars apiece, easy. Maybe you can get some money out of this, eh?” I laughed and said, “Right now all I want is some good dick. See you later man,” and I turned and headed for the backroom. “Good luck man,” I heard Javier say.

I pushed through the door to the backroom, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. There was a single hallway leading from the entrance all the way to the back where the emergency exit was. On both sides of the hallway were the rooms playing pornography, most of it straight or bisexual. There were five rooms on each side, all of them spacious enough for maybe five or six people to gather and have fun and all of them with a cum stained sofa that faced the video screen and was big enough for at least three people. The floors were covered with dirty, worn carpet and the doorways lacked actual doors. No doubt so that vice cops could see what was going on in the rooms if they ever raided the place. I saw two of the fat, dirty old men that Javier had mentioned; they were occupying the first two rooms, and both were focused on the video screens and paid me no mind. It was the two professional looking guys that I wanted though, and I saw they were already halfway down the hallway, checking out the other rooms. They talked in low whispers, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it looked like the older one was explaining the rules of the game to the younger one. I followed them at a discreet distance at first. The older one saw me, grinned, then whispered something to the younger one while pointing at me. The younger one looked back as well and nodded nervously. I gave the most seductive smile I could muster and the older one winked back.

They got to the end of the hallway and stopped to peer into the last room on the right. I immediately stepped into the room closest to me, which, like all of them, reeked of sweat and cum, set my bottle of lube on the floor next to the sofa and plugged all my tokens into the video machine so that I had a claim on the space. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the room, not even thinking about how filthy the carpet was. I made sure I was also close to the sofa as I waited, hoping they would walk back up the hallway and see me kneeling in supplication. Sure enough, I soon heard their footsteps heading in my direction. They stopped in front of the doorway and stared at me. I looked them both up and down, then started rubbing my groin and licking my lips. I couldn’t have been more obvious that I wanted to suck their cocks. They entered the room and stood right in front of me. The older one had a smug look on his face and the beginnings of an erection in his pants. He turned to his underling and said, “See? You can always find a faggot in these places that’s desperate for some cock.” He gave the younger guy a friendly pat on the back and asked, “You ready?” His companion looked at him and said, “Sure boss. Will you go first though?” I heard the word “boss” and thought, yeah, they’re colleagues. The older one smiled and said, “Of course,” as he unbuckled his belt. I was breathing heavy in anticipation now, practically drooling as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then slid them all the way down. He obviously took good care of his body because his legs were gorgeously muscled. He still had his shirt on so I couldn’t see what his upper body looked like. He was wearing plain white Hanes underwear and I could see the outline of his cock that was almost fully hard now. “You want this, don’t you?” he asked me, rubbing his tool through his briefs. “Yes sir,” I said. He pulled his underwear down and his thick, seven-inch cock sprang out. It was beautiful, hard, and throbbing, with a dense bush of grey hair at the base and big, hairy low hanging balls. I just stared at it for a minute, then looked up at him and said, “It’s fucking gorgeous sir,” before reaching out to gently grab the shaft. I gave it a few strokes and was delighted to see the head start to drip with precum. I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and licked up every drop of that delicious clear liquid. I gazed back up at him and said, “Tastes wonderful sir.” I saw the lust on his face as he said, “Suck it bitch.” “Yes sir,” I said and swallowed his cock down to its base.

“Aw fuck yeah, that’s it,” I heard him say in an aggressive growl, “take every inch of that dick, you little faggot.” As I sucked, slurped, and slobbered on that tasty piece of meat, I heard the younger guy say in an amazed voice, “Damn boss, he’s really taking it all, isn’t he?” “Yeah kid,” the older one said, “and it feels fucking amazing.” I’m a champion cocksucker and was able to deep throat him like a good slut, burying my nose in his musky pubes every time so I could inhale his masculine scent. Older men always smell the best to me. I worked his shaft with my lips and tongue, loving the moans of pleasure I heard from him, loving the taste of him. I stopped sucking his tool and went down on his balls, licking them, taking them one at a time into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue, loving the flavor of his hairy nut sack. “Fuck yeah boy, that feels great,” he growled, “now get back on my dick,” and I did as I was told, taking his cock deep in my mouth yet again. I glanced to the side to see that the younger guy had unzipped his fly and had his hand in his pants, massaging his junk as he watched me suck his boss. I could see that despite his initial hesitation, he was starting to get into what was happening. The older one looked at him and grinned. “You want some of this, don’t you?” he asked. Still the young one hesitated. “I don’t know boss. I’ve never had a guy suck my dick before and, well….” “A mouth is a mouth,” the older one said, interrupting him, “and you were complaining at the gym just the other day that your wife doesn’t like sucking your cock. Come on kid, whip it out and enjoy what this faggot has to offer.” The young guy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then undid his belt and pants, pushed them down to his ankles along with his boxer shorts. He also had sexy, athletic legs, a massively thick eight-inch cock and a huge set of balls. His sparse pubic hair put the emphasis on how much meat he was packing.

I pulled my mouth off the older man’s cock and just stared at the younger one. He was only semi-hard for now and unlike his boss, totally uncut, his floppy foreskin still mostly covering the head of his cock. I was practically drooling now; I love a man who still has his natural sheath. “Holy shit,” I muttered, “it’s fucking beautiful.” I looked up at the boss and said, “Please sir, I have to suck his cock also,” and he chuckled and said, “Go for it boy, that’s why I brought him along.” “Thank you, sir,” I whispered and immediately turned my attention to that gorgeous young uncut piece of meat. I took it in my hand, felt its thickness even though it wasn’t totally hard yet. I took the head into my mouth and used my tongue to explore his foreskin. It tasted sweaty and funky, and I was so fucking turned on that I felt lightheaded. I nibbled it gently and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from its owner. I stuck my tongue in even farther so I could reach his cockhead and I tasted the precum leaking now from his piss slit. Fuck, it was delicious. I started to stroke his cock, felt it get harder, felt the head grow and push past the foreskin until it was fully erect and filled my mouth. I started sucking it like a starving man, unable to believe that I now had two cocks at my disposal. I reached over and stroked the older guy’s cock while I continued to suck the younger one. I looked up at him, my mouth full of cock, and saw him looking down at me with a lust in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. I took him out of my mouth just long enough to ask, “You like it, don’t you?” and he nodded and said, “Fuck yeah, you little faggot, keep sucking it,” and I obeyed like a good slut and swallowed him again. His cock was thicker and longer than that of his boss, but I took it all without choking or gagging. I could still taste his precum.

I stopped sucking him and said, “Sorry, I gotta suck your boss some more,” and immediately shifted over to the older guy and swallowed his cock again. I sucked him about a minute or two, then went back to the younger one. Sucking two cocks one after the other was sheer bliss for a hungry cock whore like myself. They were both moaning with pleasure, and I heard the younger one say, “Damn, this feels fucking amazing boss. Thanks for bringing me here, man.” The boss put an arm around his underling’s shoulders in an almost fatherly gesture and said, “I have to keep my junior associates happy right?” Fuck yeah, I thought, and your two cocks are keeping me happy as well. I kept sucking and stroking them both, keeping those beautiful dicks both hard as marble and slick with my spit. I didn’t want them to cum in my mouth though. I was horny as hell and wanted desperately to get fucked. I wanted them both in my ass and I wanted it now.

I stopped sucking their cocks and leaned back a little while I caught my breath. I looked up at both men and said without hesitation, “Fuck me.” “Really?” asked the older guy with a small smile. “Yes, please,” I said, “I want you both to fuck me.” I glanced up at the younger guy; he looked shocked, like he didn’t think it would go this far, but I knew if the older one fucked me, so would he. “Please guys,” I begged looking from one to the other, “I haven’t been fucked in weeks and I need it so fucking badly. Tag team me, rape my ass, fuck me as hard as you want, just give it to me please!” I stood up and stripped myself naked as quickly as I could, then got back on the floor, positioning myself so that my upper body was resting on the sofa, my knees on the floor and my ass up in the air, ready to be fucked. I heard the younger guy say, “Holy shit boss, are you really going to fuck him?” and I turned my head around to see the older one rapidly stripping off his clothes as well.  “Hell yeah, I’m going to fuck him,” the older one said. “I love anal, but my frigid bitch of a wife won’t let me fuck her in the ass, so I seize the opportunity whenever I can.” He pointed at my ass and said, “A hole is a hole,” echoing his previous comment. He was completely naked now and I saw that he had a lean muscular upper body, lightly covered with grey hair. He got down on the floor and got into position behind me. “Face forward!” he barked at me. I obeyed and grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it back to him, heard him tear off the safety seal and squirt some on his hand. He shoved his fingers up my asshole, getting me prepped and ready. I heard him squirt some more lube on his cock, even though I couldn’t see him now. My face was resting on the sofa cushions as I felt the head of his cock press against my fuck hole. The sofa was sticky and nasty, reeking of stale cum, sweat and ass; the stench was both foul and arousing and my cock was getting harder by the second as he slowly forced himself inside me. I felt the head penetrate me and I moaned like a slut, “Oh fuck yeah sir, give me that dick,” and he said, “Take it bitch,” as he grabbed my hips and violently thrust his rock-hard cock all the way in my ass at once.

“Aw yes, that’s it,” I said as the initial pain receded, “fuck my ass. God, I need it so fucking bad.” He was fucking me with a steady, savage rhythm, giving me every inch, pulling out until just the head was inside me, then slamming the entire shaft back in, over and over. “Yeah,” he said, “you like that dick in your ass, don’t you boy?” “I love it sir,” I moaned as he pounded away at my hole, “I love getting fucked. Fuck me sir, rape me, tear me up!” His was the first cock I had taken up my ass since that football player raped me and I wanted him to really make me feel it. I was a slut again, loving the feel of his manhood thrusting in and out of my fuck hole. He was breathing hard and grunting like a beast as he fucked me from behind, the way queer sluts like me are supposed to get fucked by straight men. I loved the feel of his cock ripping through my ass, making my own cock hard as well. “God damn boy,” he said, “your ass is fucking amazing,” and I responded with, “Thank you sir,” in a pathetically subservient tone. He pulled his cock out of my ass, rubbing the head around the outside of my hole. He was teasing me, showing that he had power over me. “Oh God, put it back in me,” I said. I felt sudden pain as he viciously smacked me twice across my ass. “Beg for it, you fucking queer,” he snarled. “Please, oh please sir,” I begged, “put your cock back in me sir, please keep fucking me,” and without warning, he slammed his tool back inside me, causing me to yelp from the sudden pain that soon became pleasure again as he fucked me mercilessly.

The younger guy had been quiet for a while; I couldn't see him with my face buried in the sofa cushions, but I figured he was watching with guilty fascination as his boss fucked the hell out of me. “Uh, boss?” I heard him say. “Yeah kid?” the older one said, in a tone that suggested he knew what the other one wanted. The younger one, somewhat hesitantly, asked, “Can I fuck him now?” and I felt the older guy pull out at once and say, “Go ahead kid, all yours.” I heard the younger one removing his clothes and shoes, heard him crouch down behind me and squirt lube on his cock. He pushed his dick inside me slowly, unlike his boss, and I was glad because he was so much longer and thicker. “God damn,” I said, “that is a big fucking cock. Oh, fuck sir, it feels so damned good,” and then he was all the way inside me, stretching my hole even more. I heard him gasp in surprise and pleasure as he started to slowly fuck me. He said to his boss, “Shit man, this feels amazing. I’ve never fucked anyone in the ass before, woman or man. Damn, I had no fucking idea it could be like this.” He started thrusting in me even harder, long dicking me like his boss had done, making me feel every inch, using me for his own enjoyment. He was pounding me hard now, growling like a horny beast. “Yeah, you like that don’t you faggot?” he said. “I love it sir,” I said in a low, throaty moan, “I love dick in my ass, oh God, I fucking love it.” I couldn’t believe my luck at having two men fucking me; it was a slut’s dream, a fantasy I didn’t even know I desired until now. He fucked me hard and rough for a few minutes, then said to his boss, “So are we taking turns on his ass now?” “Damn right kid,” said the older one, “now let me have him for a bit.” “Sure thing man,” I heard the young one say as I felt him pull his long, thick cock from my hole, then immediately felt the older one slam his cock back into me and start fucking me once more.

I don’t know how long they used me, taking turns fucking my ass, like savage animals, verbally abusing me as they did so. I lost count of the number of times they called me bitch, faggot or queer. I didn’t care about the abuse. I only cared that I was getting dick in my ass, not one, but two. I had reached a new level of sluttish behavior, getting fucked in a filthy, sleazy sex parlor, degrading myself for my own pleasure. One of them would fuck me for a few minutes, then he would pull out and immediately the other would shove his cock in me and take over. Soon my hole was loose enough to where I no longer felt any pain at all when they repeatedly penetrated me. Nothing but sheer ecstasy from feeling my ass filled up with cock. I didn’t want it to end, but eventually I heard the younger guy start to moan as he took his latest turn on my ass. “Oh, shit boss,” I heard him say, “I can’t hold it anymore. I’m gonna fucking cum in his ass. Aw yeah, take it you fucking queer,” and I felt his cock throb and pulse as he shot his load inside me, pumping hot cum in me over and over, thrusting as hard as he could to get every drop out. I felt the pace of his thrusting gradually slow, heard his mutter, “Oh fuck, that was awesome, nice, sweet ass,” as he slowly pulled out, stood up and backed away to make room for his boss to tear into my hole yet again.

The older one only fucked me for about a minute more before I heard his breathing quicken, his moans grow louder. “Oh, fuck yeah bitch,” he said, “you ready for another load in your fag pussy” “Yes sir, please,” I moaned, “I want more cum in my ass, give it to me, please!” He was fucking me like mad now and I knew he was close. “Oh yeah, here it comes faggot. Fucking take it bitch!” he said as I felt him shoot his huge cum load in my hole, adding it to the load that was already there, filling me up with another dose of man seed and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I needed to cum also. I reached down and started stroking my cock like mad as he continued to rape my slutty hole, filling me with more of his cum. It didn’t take but a few seconds before I cried out in ecstasy and shot my spunk all over the floor, spattering my load all over the carpet, adding to the layers of dried semen that had accumulated over the years from perverts, sluts and whores like me. I kept pumping my dick even after I felt him pull out of my ass. I wanted every drop of cum wrung from my balls, every bit of pleasure I could get from this depraved encounter. Finally, when I knew I was spent, I slid down off the sofa and turned around so that I was now on the floor. I sat there with my bare ass on the carpet, legs out in front of me, head slumped down, trying to recover from the tag team pounding they had given me. I was exhausted, my hole was sore, but I was thoroughly satisfied sexually. I just needed a minute or two to get myself together. I looked up and saw that they were already getting their clothes back on, looking mighty pleased with themselves, chatting with each other like I wasn’t even there. I suddenly felt a little contempt for them and their smug behavior, but I pushed that aside, knowing I would probably never see them again, which of course was fine by me.

“You okay boy?” the older one suddenly asked in a kind and respectful voice that was a marked contrast to the verbal abuse the two of them had pummeled me with while they fucked me. “Yeah, I’m good,” I said, “just worn out from that awesome fuck you guys gave me. Thanks, by the way. I definitely needed that.” “You’re welcome,” he said as they both continued to get dressed. “I’m Jack by the way,” he said, then pointed to his young friend, “and this is Matt.” “Uh, yeah, nice to meet you both,” I said as I finally stood up and started to get dressed also, wondering why he was so friendly now. I had gotten more cock that I had expected and had enjoyed every minute of it, but now I just wanted to go home, watch television, and have a drink. Matt and Jack watched me pull up my skimpy briefs, then my socks. As I was putting on my jeans, Jack suddenly asked, “How old are you boy?” I stared at him briefly, wondering why he was asking, then went back to putting on my clothes. “I’m twenty-four,” I said, “why do you want to know?” “Just curious,” he said. As I zipped up my jeans and reached for my sweatshirt, he grinned at me and said, “You’re quite the slut boy, aren’t you?” I stared at him again, then pulled my shirt over my head and said, “Yeah, I’m a fucking slut boy, so what?” Despite the awesome fuck that Jack and Matt had given me, I was starting to get irritated with them and was eager to leave. As I looked for my shoes, I asked, “Look, what’s with the questions, huh? I mean, you two got what you wanted and so did I.” I pointed to their wedding rings and asked, “Shouldn’t you be heading home to your wives?” Jack just laughed and said, “Yeah, actually we should, but that’s not your concern. I was just wondering if you wanted to use your slutty talents to make some money.”

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him with mild interest. He had a cocky, superior expression on his face, the same type of expression I would often see displayed by my parents’ loathsome upper-class friends and colleagues back in New York. My trust fund provided me with enough money to supply all my wants and needs, but I never turned down the chance to use my body to earn some extra cash, even though that was a rare event. Getting fucked while getting paid was win-win as far as I was concerned. “Okay Jack,” I said, “I’m listening.” “I’m hosting a party for a few friends this Saturday,” he said, “at my place in the Grove, while my wife is out of town. I want you to be the entertainment.” “Entertainment?” I asked, feigning ignorance even though I knew perfectly well what he wanted from me. “Yeah,” he said, reaching over to squeeze my ass, “private entertainment, know what I mean? The young woman we originally invited decided to cancel and my friends are, shall we say, open minded about who they fuck.” I gave him a cool stare, then asked, “How much?” He smiled and said, “How does one thousand dollars sound?” I was stunned, but I kept my face neutral; one thousand dollars was a lot of money, even for someone as well off as me. And all I had to do was get fucked by a “few” of his friends, which probably meant three or four middle-aged perverts who, as he indicated, really didn’t care who they fucked, so long as they got off. Having just taken two men at once for the first time in my life, I was sure I could handle one or two more and I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to get both fucked and paid. “Okay,” I said, “you’ve got a deal. Where and when?” He pulled out his wallet and took out a business card with an address on the back. “That’s my address,” he said, “Be there this Saturday, at 8:00 p.m.” I looked at the front of the card, which had his name and that of the law firm he worked for. Senior Partner, it said, which meant he could easily afford a thousand. I tucked the card away, finished putting on my sneakers, grabbed my bottle of lube, then said, “See you Saturday,” and left. I felt their cum leak from my ass as I left the video room and reentered the main part of the store. Javier saw me and grinned. “So, how’d it go man?” he asked. I walked to the counter and whispered in his ear, “Two fucking loads in my ass.” “Awesome man!” he said as he high fived me. I gave him a confident wink as I left the store and walked to my car, loving the feel of my cum soaked briefs against my ass.

Promptly at 8:00 p.m. on Saturday, I arrived at the address that Jack had given me. His home was in Coconut Grove, one of the richest neighborhoods in Miami. That answered the question of why the two of them had been hunting for ass at a sleazy sex store in South Beach; to minimize the risk of running into anyone they knew. It was a large, two-story Spanish style house, with a large circular driveway that was already full of cars, forcing me to park on the street. I walked up the stone path to the front door, marveling at the beautifully manicured grounds. Not quite a mansion, but close enough. I rang the doorbell and Jack opened the door with a grin. “You made it,” he said, “good, good. Have any trouble finding the place?” I shook my head. “No,” I said, “no trouble at all,” as I wandered around, gazing at the opulent splendor of his home. I saw elegant leather furniture and a Persian rug in what looked like the living room, a Baccarat crystal chandelier hanging from the dining room ceiling, expensive looking objets d'art everywhere I looked and beautiful paintings adorning the walls. In fact, one of them looked like an original Monet, but before I could get close enough to examine it, he called over to me, “Hey kid.” I turned around to look at him. “Yes?” I asked. “I never did get your name,” he said. I opened my mouth to tell him, but he immediately shushed me with a dismissive gesture. “Never mind,” he said, “I don’t need to know who you are. You’re here for one reason and one reason only. So, let’s get to it, okay?” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Sure,” feigning indifference, even though I was looking forward to getting slutty with these guys, whoever they were. He pointed to the stairs leading up to the second floor and said, “Go on up, I’m right behind you.”

I reached the landing at the top of the stairs and saw Matt standing halfway down a hallway to my left, in front of what I guessed was a bedroom door that was slightly ajar. He was wearing boxers and nothing else. I hadn’t really gotten a look at his upper body back at the sex shop, but now I could see that his torso was tight, lean and well-muscled. As soon as he saw me, he put his hand through his fly and started stroking his cock. “Good,” he said with a lecherous expression, “our boy has arrived.” He appeared much more confident and cockier than he had when we first met. Probably because he had tasted the forbidden and discovered that he liked it. From behind me, I heard Jack ask, “Everything ready in there?” “Fuck yeah, boss,” Matt said, “they’re just waiting for him.” Jack gently pushed me forward, saying, “Go inside now.” For some reason I suddenly was uneasy, but I obeyed and pushed the door all the way open and stepped inside. The bedroom was huge and just as opulent and lushly furnished as the rest of the house, with a king-sized bed that was surrounded by at least twenty men or more in various stages of undress, who were obviously waiting for the night’s entertainment, that being me of course. They were all the same type; professional looking white guys in their thirties and forties, some clean shaven, some not, and all of them well-groomed, trim and athletic like Jack and Matt. My jaw dropped and I thought Oh God, what the fuck have I gotten myself into? I turned around to confront Jack. “You lying bastard,” I said, “it was only a few of your friends, that’s what you said, not twenty. Jesus Christ man, I don’t know if I can….,” and before I could finish, he gave me that detestable smug grin of his and said, “Yeah, I lied, sorry,” then looked past me, nodded at his gang of friends while roughly shoving me towards them and said, “Here’s your fuck toy guys. Tear his ass up.”

To Be Continued