Dex and the City

The noise was deafening. A combination of porn, rock music, and real live fucking, I heard it before the lift doors parted on my level. Worse, when the elevator doors opened, I realized the sound was blasting from my apartment. Even worse, my door was ajar enabling me to make out every word and every sound of porn actors fucking. Plus Arnie, my sleazy next-door neighbor, was getting an eyeful of whatever was going on in my living room.

Worst of all, it sounded as if there were two people attempting to match the crap dialogue and panting in real life. Just as well the McManuses in number two were away visiting their children for a couple of weeks and that there were only three apartments on each level.

Arnie must have heard the ping of the lift as the doors opened for he turned to face me, not at all guilty about being discovered peeping, smiling lasciviously as my eyes dropped involuntarily to his groin where this thick sausage shape snaked down his shorts, the knob and about an inch of shaft poking out the leg. If I’d been a cock man I guess I would have been impressed, but I’m not, and I’d been bailed up once too often by Arnie or his boyfriend Slava on the landing, invited in for a cup of coffee and a blow job. Or even worse.

Both of them had piercings in their nose and ears, both street trash feral types. Arnie was also inked with animal stripes down his torso. He was the better built of the two, while Slava, being Eastern European, was chunky and dark. They had the annoying habit of running their hands across my chest and over my butt. I told them in no uncertain terms to cut it out but my anger merely emboldened them. One of these days…

“Quite a show in there,” Arnie smirked, “Maybe you’d better come into my place until it blows…over.”

I couldn’t restrain my sarcasm. “Tempting as that offer is, Arnie. I think I’ll take my chances at home.”

Pushing open my front door, I’d taken a step when Arnie warned, “Watch where you’re walking on the tiles in the hallway, I had a little spillage while I was watching the action. All you need is a damp cloth.”

I ground my teeth and shut the door loudly in his face. I didn’t have to see him to know he would have that superior smirk that was an almost permanent fixture whenever he was around me. True to his word, I discovered a small puddle of spunk on the tiles where he’d obviously blown a load while perving on…

Well, I’m not gay but it was quite a sight to enter my own living room to be confronted with Dex, seated ministerially on the lounge, his eyes glued to the flat screen TV on which a gang of toughs were gang fucking two blondes who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the experience. So was the blonde between Dex’s legs, happily slurping on his engorged cock. I grabbed the remote to turn down the sound.  Only then did he acknowledge my presence while holding the girl’s head down on his prick.

“That’s it, honey, lick my balls.” Turning to me, he added. “I like your taste in porn, man. Very hot. Does my sis know what sort of heavy shit you watch to get your rocks off when she’s not around?”

“Where did you get those movies?” I demanded.

“In your bedroom. In a drawer under your underwear.”

“Don’t you ever go into my bedroom again,” I said calmly, raging silently inside.

“If your bedroom’s private you should lock the door,” he mocked. “I bet Lisa doesn’t know about your little stash, does she?”

“None of your business,” I huffed.

“I know she doesn’t like porn. Thinks it’s degrading to women. God alone knows what she’s think of this kinky shit.”

            Dex’s companion took no notice of our conversation, instead concentrating on sucking his cock. He saw me looking at her.

“Melanie’s a Grade A cocksucker. You should give her a go. I can see you’d like to.” He nodded at my erection, obvious in my tight trousers. Yeah, I admit, it was hot seeing the porn again. It had lain neglected in the drawer for months now because of Lisa’s derisory attitude to all things cinematically sexual. That, plus the fact Melanie was a looker, was enough to make a grown man weep. Or, at least a grown man’s cock weep, which mine was doing, much to my annoyance.

Dex leaned over the chick deep throating him and dug his fingers into her pussy. It was dripping, whether from his previous exploits or from the anticipation of my joining in, I wasn’t sure, but I turned on my heels and slammed into my bedroom, closing the door very tightly on the temptation in the living room.

I flung myself on the bed, unzipping to allow my cock room to breathe. Single-handedly I dialed Lisa. It was a forlorn hope that she’d be up for a bit of phone fun but I could always try, the image of Melanie down on her knees sucking Dex’s rather impressive prick all the way down her throat meant I was in dire need of relief. I’d heard rumors about Dex’s prodigious talent in the crotch department but, until now, I had no way of knowing whether the matter between his legs was formidable or otherwise.

Now I knew that it was.

“Hi, honey,” Lisa purred down the phone, immediately reinvigorating my cock. “I miss you.”

That’s what I loved about Lisa: the way she doesn’t just speak, she coos, wrapping you in the warm embrace of her voice. It made my heart jump, as well as my dick. At work, I’m a ruthless bastard, known for my cut-throat take-no-prisoners approach to takeovers and mergers. But Lisa turns me into a pussy. That’s how I got saddled with Dex in the first place. I knew it wouldn’t work but she insisted, in that soft but seductive way she has, that I take in her recalcitrant brother, newly released from low-level security prison for minor crimes he maintains he didn’t commit but which Lisa confided one night when she’d gone over the very meager limit of her alcohol tolerance, that he had actually committed and, in fact, had done much worse.

Dex was a mercenary bastard, but smart with it, He knew enough not to be seen reverting to his previous grubby behavior while his big sis was around, actually ingratiating himself with me to the extent that I thought the rumors about his behavior had to be lies. He was helpful around the apartment, went out of his way to give me my personal space, never interfering in my day-to-day living.  He also went overboard to make me his buddy. I was too astute to confide secrets to him, but he knew from Lisa’s description that some of my personal habits were not to her liking. They were definitely to his. My drug and alcohol intake, for example, which I had curtailed reluctantly at Lisa’s behest. Until she arrived in my life I had liked to work hard and party hard.

Dex was also seductive in the manner in which he shared confidences about his appalling behavioral lapses with which he knew I would sympathize. In reality, he was a pimp. He pimped friendship, sexual favors, people, as well as party favorites. He had charm to spare. He also had the advantages of education, good looks, a pretty impressive body, albeit almost totally hairless except for a ridge atop his equally impressive prick. He also had a mouth that made my cock twitch, not that I would ever tell him that. His lips were full, sensuous, cunt-like, his tongue often licking along them as if in open invitation.  I often thought he was deliberately provoking me to see how far I’d go. Not that far, mate.

I’d already been in Lisa’s bad books when I’d crashed and burned at various parties in my hedonistic pursuit of prescription or alcoholic oblivion and, once or twice, conquered the wrong pussy. News of my conquests always got back to Lisa. I’d received my third, and final, warning. Next slip-up, our relationship was over. I’d been good for months and it was killing me, but I’d kept my fly zipped, my mouth locked, and my libido imprisoned. If I didn’t know Lisa did not have a devious bone in her body, I would have accused her of leaving me at enticement’s door by going away for a month. Dex was temptation incarnate.

Not that she believed, like I did, that her little brother was Satan himself. She knew he’d got in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and his behavior was less than exemplary but she was not privy to the fine print of it like I was. I knew the uncensored Dex. And yet, I still liked the bastard.

It was only after Lisa went back to the country town where she was born, to look after her dad, as her mum was recovering from a near fatal illness that kept her bedridden, unable to look after her husband, that I began to see flashes of the evil within him. Lisa believed my time alone with Dex was the ideal opportunity for us to ‘bond’ - like brothers. I didn’t like to spoil her fantasy by pointing out most brothers I know are highly competitive and loathe one another.

The day she left, Dex morphed into his true shape. The monster he’d kept on a leash while Lisa was around suddenly burst out with all the vigor of a creature that had been suppressed too long. I’d been told of his excesses, now I was experiencing them first-hand. They barely affected me apart from the unsavory types he invited back to my apartment for god-knew-what, although the noise bothered me. I needed my sleep in order to perform well at my job. There were younger, more aggressive, more ambitious salespeople baying at my heels, including my best mate, Chris, whose elevation was stymied every step of the way by my success.

I told Lisa none of this as we whispered sweet love down the phone, me wrapping my hand around my cock while thinking how good it would feel buried up to my balls in Melanie’s twat. God, how I ached for it. Sure, I loved Lisa, but she wasn’t here to relieve the ache. If only Dex wasn’t such a caring, sharing individual. If only he hadn’t offered Melanie’s services.

I was ruthless, yes, but with the willpower of a daffodil when it comes to pleasure. I was making such soothing sounds to Lisa because since she’d left it had taken only a matter of days for me to break down and join Dex in his whirlwind debaucheries. Okay, it was mainly drugs and booze with the occasional knob polishing from one of his girls, but it meant nothing. It was relieving pure animal need. Lisa should have known better than to leave me here at the mercy of my addictions. And the manipulations of her brother.

It had begun with me buying speed from him to get through the days at work without sleep. It rapidly progressed from there until I was as much in his debt as I ever could be but still manage to wriggle my way out of his influence. I had to trust him because he had his hand around my nuts, metaphorically speaking, and could squeeze any time he wanted. I knew he wouldn’t though. I was pretty sure he wanted to see me married to his big sis.

I teased Lisa. “I have a very important question to ask you when you get back.”

“What is it?” she asked excitedly.

She’d badgered me for ages about asking her to make our relationship official, but I’d always baulked at losing my freedom. But Dex had shown me I could have a marriage and indulge myself as well. It would take some nifty footwork but I could do it. Plus, I was feeling incredibly guilty. This was a sop to my conscience. I’d consider the consequences later. That’s what laters were for.

“Please, Jude, what is it?”

“It’s not the sort of question a person asks over the phone.”

She squealed so loudly I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

There was nowhere to go with the conversation after that so we swapped a few lovey doveys, promising eternal fidelity, and I rang off, feeling not the slightest guilt now that I hoped Melanie was still available. I heard Dex’s distinctive ring tone in the next room. Lisa was predictable. She was obviously ringing her brother to tell him I had all but proposed, it was just a matter of setting the date.

Not wishing to interrupt the call, I remained in my room, stroking my dick managing to keep ejaculation at bay. The door opened quietly, Dex’s voice loud with pleasure at the news, as Melanie slipped into the room. She was naked, crawling up the bed until her head was level with my crotch. She peeled my hand off my cock and took me in her mouth.  I exhaled deeply, surrendering myself to her expert mouth. On the odd occasion that Lisa had reluctantly taken me orally, she had done so with such ill grace and such abhorrence I knew she was doing it as a sop to save her pussy after reeling me in as a prospective husband, parsimonious in handing out sexual relief until after the wedding. She had captured me with her delightful inexperience, making a play of innocence, content to let me believe that more fulsome delights awaited the marriage bed.

But her pathetic attempts to relieve me orally, spitting the results into a tissue she held in her hand during the entire operation – I call it an ‘operation’ because she attacked the task with all the finesse of a military maneuver, and none of the spontaneity of desire. I knew that once the ring was on her finger she would not be giving me head. It couldn’t be bitterness that I did not return the favor because I ate her pussy with all the energy and appetite of a man starving for the flavor. I usually managed to bring her off at least twice but her distaste was obvious. I do believe she thought the role of sex should be confined to marriage and then only to procreate.

I was vain enough to believe that once she got a taste of what I could unleash, she would be eager to accommodate my cock in any of her various orifices I desired. Needless to say, her anal virginity was sacrosanct.

You can see then why I groaned my appreciation of Melanie’s expert oral ministrations. I was disappointed when she removed her lips, and throat, from my prick but only for as long as it took her to squat over my rigid shaft and impale her tight, wet pussy to the hilt. I reached up to tweak her nipples, another of Lisa’s dislikes: “Don’t Jude, that hurts.”

My future wife had no concept of the principle of pain/pleasure. And had no inclination to learn. I would instruct her. Melanie needed no such schooling, grinding her cunt down onto my balls, gripping my prick in her steaming tunnel, eager to milk every drop of my juice. Bucking helplessly as she used all her skills to bring me to climax, I exploded inside her, shooting wad after wad of spunk deep in her pussy as she screamed her own orgasm, finally slumping against my chest.

It was only then I noticed Dex standing in the doorway leering, his mobile phone raised to shoot video footage of our action. I was so depleted, it did not strike me as unusual behavior. It seemed a harmless enough pastime given our perverse natures.

I fell into one of the soundest sleeps I had managed since Lisa had gone to the country, fortunate that the next day was Saturday. It was almost noon when I staggered out of the bedroom, Melanie obviously having left after we’d had our fun, to brew coffee to start the day. My head was fuzzy from too much sleep, you know, that feeling like your head is full of cotton wool. It was okay though, I had nothing planned, except to relax and go with the party mood that Dex would have planned. His weekend orgies of excess were legendary to everyone except Lisa. Although I was still on the periphery – by choice – I still managed to have more fun than most poor suckers ever dreamed of in a lifetime. I was careful in case gossip got back to Lisa, but Dex was not likely to tell because she had threatened him with sisterly excommunication if she heard he’d reverted to his old ways. We covered for each other.

The delicious smell of coffee brought Dex out in his fashion underwear which hugged the curve of his ass and the contour of his prick which was either well on the way to erection or else was a shower not a grower. He scratched his balls unashamedly.

“Melanie want a coffee?” I asked.

“She left around midnight. Had to get home to her husband. Stupid bastard suspects nothing even when she fucks him with a cunt full of other men’s spunk. What a loser!”

“What you got planned for the weekend?”

Dex put his arm around my shoulders. I could feel the heat from his body through my T-shirt, plus the odor of stale sweat and sex that was strangely erotic. “What I’ve got planned is beyond your wildest dreams, mate. So just relax and go with it and I guarantee it will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”

Any reaction from me was redundant but I felt obliged to mutter, “Cool.”

“Who knows,” he laughed. “You might even enjoy it.”

It was a strange thing to say but before I could query him on the matter, he went on. “So, Lisa tells me you intend popping the question when she returns.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “It’s time I settled down, got a family started.”

“You think your good enough for her?” he asked.

It seemed an innocent joke but I detected an undercurrent to his voice. My answer was a laugh as I didn’t think it warranted anything more, but Dex gripped my shoulder tighter. “Maybe you should have asked me first.”

I was so surprised I just blurted out, “Why would I do that?”

“She’s family. I want to see the right thing done by her.”

“You’re close enough to know if I’m suitable,” I said in an attempt to keep it light although I was pissed off at his attitude.

He finally released me, helping himself to a mug of coffee. “She can’t marry just anybody.”

“I’m not just anybody,” I protested.

He relaxed, spreading himself out on the lounge. “You’re right. You’re not just anyone.”

He found the remote control and turned on the television, simultaneously firing up the DVD player which sprang to life mid-scene of a heavy gangbang bisexual porn. This gang was working over some chick while her boyfriend or husband was forced to watch from a chair to which he was bound. There were too many men for the chick to accommodate at once and a few of the guys hovered around the bound cuckold eyeing him up as a prospective cum dump.

We watched in silence for a while until my initial disgust turned to excitement as the chick’s boyfriend was released, stripped, and manhandled to the ground where he became a slut for the gang’s cocks and spooge. It was difficult to disguise my reaction as I was in shorts. Dex made no attempt to hide his obvious erection, stroking it through his jockeys.

“You like?” he whispered.

I had to clear my throat to answer. “Not bad.”

He drew a small bottle from his briefs and held it to his nose after he unscrewed the cap.

Poppers. The poor man’s drug of choice. Instant high, but of short duration. No lasting side effects except the occasional headache. Fags popularized it as a disco drug in the 1970s. I’d used it sparingly when I was younger. I was surprised Dex was a user.

“Oh, man, that is so hot,” he groaned, handing me the bottle as he released his dick.

Somewhere at the back of my mind was the nagging question as to whether this was some sort of perverse test, none the less, I took a few deep sniffs and waited for the buzz. It almost blew my head off. It was much stronger than the shit I’d used before.

“Hospital strength,” Dex smiled. “The real shit, not that rubbish they sell in sex shops. Good, eh?” 

I had to agree. I was flying. I yanked out my cock, all moral qualms extinguished. I was hard and I wanted satisfaction.

Dex kept up a running commentary on what a slut the guy was to allow himself to be abused sexually. “Look at the way the fag sucks cock. Like a true believer,” Dex gloated. “You ever let a fag suck your cock, Jude?”

“Nah, I don’t do that shit.”

“Nasty. Look at the way they’re fucking his mouth, spunk all over his face, making him swallow. Bet that gets you so fuckin’ hard.”

Yeah, it did. What the fuck was the matter with me?

I was still holding on to the poppers. “Go on, take another hit. It’ll really blow you away.”

I did it without thinking as the porn action switched from the chick back to her boyfriend. I concentrated on the screen so intently I didn’t hear Dex move until I felt a warm mouth around my prick. It was like all the feelings in my body were increased tenfold. I felt Dex’s warm wet lips, the ones I’d fantasized about. I felt his tongue, and then I felt his throat constrict around my shaft. Part of me wanted to push him away but the drug had lowered my resistance until all I wanted was that magnificent face embedded around my prick. I grabbed the back of his head and fucked him until he sounded as if he were choking. I didn’t let up until I blew my load down his gullet. He swallowed every drop. It was not a case of like brother like sister.

“Oh, fuck, I’ve never done that before,” I wheezed.

“Intense, eh?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Dex sat back on the lounge next to me, dragging my hand to his prick, obviously wanting me to help him out.

“I don’t do that,” I said.

He didn’t turn surly or anything like that. He merely said, “Fair’s fair. It’s your turn. Stop thinking about it. Just do it. Take another hit.”

I supposed giving him a hand job wouldn’t kill me, after all, he’d blown me. Better than Melanie. Much better than Lisa.

To put my morals to sleep I took a giant hit in both nostrils and began to jerk his cock. Once the fumes hit the blood stream it was easy enough for Dex to maneuver me to the floor between his legs to insert his cock into my mouth. I was too spaced out to resist. I looked up at him hoping he’d read my reluctance and let me go.

I looked into the eyes of pure fuckin’ evil.

“Suck it, you fuckin’ slut,” he spat. He held my head in place so I could not escape, but I was so drug fucked I continued to follow his orders. He shoved the bottle under my nose after taking a snort of his own.

His face screwed up into a gargoyle of pure feral trash. I knew if I were to survive this I needed all the help I could get. I sniffed. Sniffed again just in time as he plugged my mouth and throat with his enormous cock as puke slime ran out of my nose and mouth. He slut fucked my face until I thought I would pass out, all the time cursing me for the slut I was.

“You like it, boy? You like sucking my big hard cock?”

He let me loose to answer, my face covered with saliva and tears. “Yes,” I said, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.

“I can’t hear you,” he said maliciously.

While I was enduring the abuse, the porn movie echoing our own dialogue, part of my brain was actually enjoying the experience. I would later justify that on the grounds that I was being forced into the, to me, alien activity.

Right now though, I just wanted it all to be over. “I love sucking your huge stiff cock, Dex,” I yelled. “I can’t get enough of it. Fuck my slut mouth. Spew your cum all over my face and down my fuckin’ throat.”

“With pleasure, you whore!”

He dumped a load in my mouth, holding my head, forcing me to swallow. The taste wasn’t all that unpleasant, it wouldn’t kill me. Then he released me and I could breathe again.

“You bastard,” I snarled.

He smiled. “Calm down. You may be angry now but I bet this afternoon you jerk off thinking about what we just did. Accept it and move on.”

“You set me up!” I cursed.

“Of course, I did. Just like you set up any chick you want to fuck. The whole world does it. What’s the big deal. I sucked you. You reciprocated. We’re mates. It’s what mates do.”

“Not this mate!”

I stormed off into my bedroom, slamming the door as he yelled after me, “See if I’m not right.”

The bastard was right.

After I calmed down, I replayed the action in my mind. No one was hurt, I’d blown a load. Admittedly, Dex had used more force than I thought was necessary. And he was a devious bastard. But…

I didn’t want to know about any buts.

My cock needed attention so, eventually, I capitulated, jerking myself to orgasm over the memory of what we’d just done.

After a shower and shave, I emerged from my funk. Dex watched my reaction carefully before his face broke into a huge smile. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Fuck you,” I said, but I was grinning.

“Mates?”

“Mates.”

Grudges are useless, so I let mine go, after all, there was the promise of a great night ahead and some fine female ass. Neither Dex nor I were the cleaning type, I have a woman come in once a week, so we just stored breakables in drawers and cupboards in preparation for a wild party. With the MacManuses away and the sleaze boys next door peeping through the open front door we were unlikely to have problems with the neighbors. Perhaps the residents below may object to the sound of music whoofing through their ceiling but Dex paid them a visit and plied them with copious amounts of wine and free tickets to the theatre. They were more than amenable to turning a deaf ear to our activity.

Dex was still promising something special but refused to tell me what it was.

“You’ll just have to wait,” he kept repeating.

It started out as something special. There was a real buzz to the party, an equal mix of hot young chicks and hot young studs, no one over early thirties by my calculations, and all up for any depravity Dex could conjure. The surprise was the quality ice he’d managed to buy from his dealer, assuring us of the most intense high of all time. I’d done meth before but tended to stay away because of its addictive qualities. The feelings it engendered were so amazing, the more you wanted to repeat them. That way lay disaster.

Some of the heavy users and abusers injected in the bathroom while the rest of us inhaled from the glass pipes that Dex so thoughtfully supplied. I warmed the bowl, inhaling the vapor from the green-tinged crystals. Within minutes, euphoria overwhelmed me, my confidence, not slight at the best of times, knew no bounds, my awareness peaked. I was ready to fuck the world.

I’m not sure where the time went but my cock was almost raw by midnight when I collapsed in a heap along with a herd of hard-core partygoers. People had come and gone, in both senses of the words, during the night, strangers as well as friends, but I didn’t care. As long as there were holes to plug with my rampant cock, I was happy. Clothes were discarded in a sexual free-for-all, people fucking and sucking in any gender or numerical combination on the floor, on the beds, even on the balcony which would probably get a nasty rebuke from nosy neighbors.

Somewhere during the night, I’d rung my best mate, Chris, to come on over. We might be mates but we shared little outside our work environment and in my drugged state I thought this was an opportunity to bond. That’s how really drug fucked I was. He did turn up and he joined in the riot of excess. Mark one up for friendship.

I remember I was starting to come down from my high around midnight, collapsing on my bed, hoping to sleep in order to ward off the heebie-jeebies I knew weren’t far away. It must have been the early hours of the morning when I awoke, the apartment eerily quiet although I could hear the pulse of the bass line to the music coming from the CD speakers, my room dark although I could see the strip of light from the living room underneath my door.

It was the feel of soft lips around my cock that woke me. I never thought I’d be ready to go again, but I was hard. I’d thought I was dreaming but the suction was real. God, it was real. I pushed my groin up into the willing mouth, reaching to push the head down to my balls.

Fuck! I recoiled in horror, attempting to kick the head and the body away from me. I leaned over to turn on the bedside light. Tell me it wasn’t so. Slithering up the bed to reattach its foul mouth to my prick was Arnie, his great gash of a mouth slobbering at the thought of finally getting to taste my spunk.

“Fuck off, Arnie!” I yelled, trying to find something to throw at him. “I don’t do that.”

“Oh, really?” he said, sounding like some vicious street queen. “Then I suppose that movie on your TV is all fake?”

“What movie?”

“You chowing down on Dex’s meat, begging to be his whore.”

“What the fuck!”

Arnie chuckled. “You are a dark horse.”

I stood up quickly, almost falling over my trousers which were down around my ankles. I yanked them up, attempting to retain some dignity, slamming my way into the living room. There were scarcely a dozen people remaining, all in various stages of undress. Dex was using his mobile phone to film a young couple fucking in the corner. She was wearing a strap-on, plundering her partner’s ass while he screamed for it harder.

As I emerged there was a scattering of applause from those watching TV, including Chris. I was horrified to see myself on the screen, down on my knees sucking Dex, begging to be used. He’d obviously set up a camera in anticipation of getting me to pleasure him. Whether his ultimate aim was my humiliation or for blackmail I was unsure but it would be difficult to keep it a secret after this lot were finished. Some of them were using their own phones to grab a screen shot.

“The butterfly emerges from his cocoon,” Dex said. “Welcome, Jude. Only the real serious partygoers are still here. The evening is young, the excitement has only just begun.”

I was feeling lethargic, despondent. I was in need of another hit. Dex saw my plight.

“Need an energy boost, Jude? Be my guest.” He handed me a syringe.

“Uh, where’s the pipe?”

“The guests were very clumsy. All broken. Anyway, you’re among friends here. Heavy duty party fuckers. This will get into your system quicker.”

Dex was an expert. Before I even had time to consider what he was doing, the meth was coursing through my body. I relaxed. I was amongst friends. Even Arnie and Slava were my pals. They were still my mates as they roughly removed my clothes, forced me onto the coffee table and lifted my legs, rubbing something sticky on my asshole. It felt good but I didn’t want this.

“Hold him,” Dex commanded.

He rubbed a cream on his cock which was red and swollen, aimed it between my butt cheeks, and pushed. Sure, there was pain but it didn’t seem to be happening to me. He rammed away at my hole, spreading my sphincter wide open as he pounded me. It was pain/pleasure. He looked me in the eye, his face contorted with hatred. “My sister is too good for the likes of you, cunt boy. You’ll never have her.”

He kept up a litany of obscenities while he drove his prick deep inside, his face revealing all the evil inside. The horrifying part of it, I was so turned on I never wanted it to end. It was like the universe was in my ass and I wanted to be fucked forever.

“You will be,” he said. “When I put the word out that your ass is for hire, there will be a line around the block. We’ll make a fortune out of you, slut. You’ll be on your back day and night until your ass is so clapped out no one will want you any more, not even the drunken pimps in smelly shithouses.”

“Go on, do it!” I spat at him. “I’m a fuckin’ whore. That’s all I deserve. I want cock and cum until I can’t stand up.”

He laughed at me. He slapped my face. Hard. “You’re my slut now, fucker. You’ll beg me to slam your asshole. You’ll get down on a pissy bathroom floor and suck cock until you puke.”

I knew I would do it, too. Dex obviously intended to get me hooked on meth so that I’d do anything to get a fix. My only hope was Chris. If I could just get him alone, he could save me.

There was a fragment of my brain still functioning but it was overwhelmed by the pleasure that engulfed my body making me feel invincible.

Dex pulled out. “Who’s next?”

Slava elbowed other takers aside and rammed his stubby cock up my butt.

“Fuck me hard. I want to feel you,” I whispered to him. I saw Arnie loom up, yanking my head back to bury his prick in my mouth. The two of them fucked me simultaneously. I wanted to see the ugly cunt fucking my ass but it was impossible with Arnie choking me. Still I could feel Slava’s cock opening my hole wide. He had no regard for me, I was just a hole in which to relieve himself and he unloaded pretty quickly. Arnie immediately took his place. That was better. I could see his features as he tormented me, pinching my nipples, squeezing my balls as he sank his cock inside me.

The spunk in my ass squelched as Arnie shoved in and out, adding a degenerate sound to the proceedings. I hoped Dex was capturing it all on video. I’d want to relive this moment over and over. Arnie gobbed a mouthful of spit in my face to show his contempt, probably for the miserable way I’d treated them in the past. I didn’t care. It made my punishment all the more enjoyable.

The piercings on his face took on a subhuman luster, the stripes tattooed on his body adding a dangerous animal element.

I heard a voice begging Arnie to rape my ass, fill it with spunk, and I realized it was me. I was losing the struggle to stay on top of the game.

I squeezed my ass muscles around Arnie’s dick. Why hadn’t I thought of that before, instead of just lying passively taking cock? His eyes flew open in surprise and he muttered a string of profanities as I brought him to climax. He pulled out, shaking his dribbling cock over my stomach.

I wondered how I could talk to Chris without arousing suspicion. I knew his regard for me as a mate would save me. I was certain most of the party would take a turn at my ass. If I could get them off quickly then I still had a chance.

Unexpectedly, Chris loomed up in my line of sight.

“Mate,” I whispered.

He leaned forward to listen to what I had to say.

I had to concentrate harder than I ever had before to form the words, to make my mouth speak. “You’ve got to help me. Got to get me out of here.”

His smile reassured me, then his face contorted into rage and I felt his cock at my guts. He pushed into me just like the others, grabbing my throat, squeezing it painfully. He looked like hate personified as he cursed me, flinging his contempt for me in my face.

“You think you’re so fuckin’ superior, don’t you? No one likes you, Jude. We all think you’re an asshole. Can’t wait for you to take a fall. Tonight, you have. Big time. Wait till the guys at the office get a load of the video of you being a cock slut. I guess they’ll be lining up to show you what they really think of you as well. Your ass is sweet, baby, you were born to be fucked. I’ll make sure I plug you every chance I get. Breed your ass.”

My cock was so hard I thought it would burst apart as Chris fucked me. It didn’t last nearly long enough. After he blew his load, he wiped his slimy prick across my face, ordering me to lick it clean.

His parting shot sent a chill through me. “Don’t bother turning up for work on Monday. I’ll make sure the entire staff gets a good look at you in action, mate. You won’t dare show your face.”

The rest of the party took turns tapping my ass, including the chick with the strap-on, continuing long after my ass and my throat hurt like I’d been run down by a bulldozer. Still they kept coming. Somewhere during the assault, I was allowed to go to the bathroom to expel the contents of my ass and my stomach. Then it was back to the unrelenting grind of cocks and cum.

Time ceased to have any meaning for me. My life revolved around cocks. Sure, Dex allowed breaks for showers and food, not that I felt like eating, but most of the time I was flat on my back or my stomach taking cock in my ass and my throat. I watched emotionlessly as Dex took money from strangers at the door. The men all blurred into one another although I was sure I saw Arnie and Slava on more than one occasion and I know Chris returned over and over because his voice was so distinctive in its contempt. He brought other guys who worked at my office and they made a party of my body, egging each other on until my ass gaped and spunk oozed out of me like a slimy creek.

I had no idea whether days, weeks or months passed. All I knew was the constant craving for meth, and then I would have to get down on my hands and knees and beg Dex to relieve my pain. He did but only after I had debased myself even further, drinking his piss, licking his ass like I was human toilet paper.

Then one day through the fog of my drugged brain, I heard Lisa’s voice. Snatches of conversation. “What’s going on here? What have you done to Jude?” followed by Dex’s accusation, “He wasn’t good enough for you.”

“You don’t think anyone is good enough for me!”

If I hoped for salvation, I was cruelly disappointed. I felt a prick while the argument raged and then Dex brought Lisa over to watch while Arnie made me beg him to fuck me.

I saw the look of horror on Lisa’s face as the full import of my battered and slimy body hit home. Her disgust was palpable. Then the meth hit home and I no longer cared about anything but the pleasure in my ass.

I don’t know how long the drug-induced stupor lasted except that when I emerged, I could no longer hear Lisa. It was too much to hope she had gone for help. A sort of sex haze fogged my brain. I couldn’t quite make out who was pounding my ass, all I knew was he gave me no human consideration as he behaved like an animal, cursing me, telling me how much I deserved to be fucked and humiliated. I knew the voice but my fuddled brain could not put a name to it. I didn’t care.

I was face down on the coffee table again, only this time it was shaking from another person being brutally fucked beside me. I recognized Dex’s voice reveling in his profanities telling the bitch she was his to do as he liked.

“You’ll beg me to fuck you. I’m the only man who will ever truly satisfy you,” he boasted.

I squeezed my spunk-encrusted eyelids open, peering at the face across the coffee table from mine. It was as drug-fucked blank as mine probably was, her mind a thousand miles away from the depravity being committed on her body. The face was Lisa’s. Dex was pounding her ass, that same ass she would never surrender to me.

Maybe now she’d believe me that Dex was a total degenerate.