Good Cop, Bad Cop

Where we left off…

I was stunned by what I saw, what Jon had been reduced to, and wasn’t expecting it when Austin hauled me to my feet. I stumbled as he pushed me toward the bed, hand fisted in my hair, and pushed me down to my knees, my face level with Jon’s naked ass.

“Get him prepped,” Jason ordered. 

I looked up at him, confused, and Austin rolled his eyes and shook his head like I was an idiot. He grabbed my head and pushed it between Jon’s butt cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.

*~*~*~*

My head was spinning. There was something about seeing Jon naked with his taut ass spread wide in front of me that both excited and unnerved me. This was Jon, my partner and one of my closest friends, who’d without judgment or ridicule stepped in to ride to my rescue, only to fall victim to his own hubris. This was Jon, who’s fall had been so fucking spectacular - who’d sucked my dick like a world-class cocksucker and had taken my load down his gullet. Jon, who was now splayed out before me, ripe for the picking…

As my hand ghosted over the contour of his smooth pale cheeks, still pink from the blistering spanking Jason had dished out earlier (I could make out the faint palm prints), a memory flickered into my strung-out mind.

About a month ago Jon and I’d had lunch at the library with Kristen, Liz, and my brother, and as we were leaving, walking across the lawn to the lot where we’d parked, Liz wolf-whistled at Jon and called out, “Nice butt, Eckert!” Without missing a beat, Jon had turned and bowed low in a sweeping, courtly gesture, and ran his hand over his ass in an exaggerated move. He’d then turned to me, flashed that cocky grin of his, and said with a wink, “Go on, Kev… touch it. It’s like the curvature of the earth.” I’d rolled my eyes and playfully punched his shoulder.

Now, smiling at the memory, I gripped the globes of his ass and, mindful of their tender condition, parted them, gently kneading the firm, muscled flesh as I buried my nose in his damp, aromatic crack. Tangled tufts of sweat-matted hair tickled my nose and the fragrant scent of cum mingled with body odor overwhelmed and assaulted my nostrils as I foraged my way up and down the length of his fur-lined trench.

My dick lurched and I hummed with pleasure as I burrowed in deeper, lapping at his puckered hole with my tongue. He tasted tangy and ripe. Rich and manly. But there was something else. I furrowed my brows and licked again… lubricant. Ugh. 

I sat back on my haunches, nearly overbalancing, and realized both Jason and Austin were laughing at me.

“Oh come on, Pussy,” Jason chided as he pushed my face back into the dank crevice. “Eat his hole out like the slut you are. Get your fingers in there, too.” 

I nodded and tentatively ran the tip of my tongue over his hole, delicately probing and tasting him. My body felt electric as I touched this most intimate part of him. I was coming down from whatever Jason had slipped me earlier - my head was less muddled and I was better able to focus my thoughts - but I was feeling a completely different high now. It was on a whole nother plane. I felt amped up by this sudden, deep-seated need to touch Jon. It was like I’d tapped into some previously undiscovered lust. I wasn’t sure what that was about and I definitely didn’t want to examine it too closely, especially not right now with my face just inches from his winking, pulsing hole!

I backed up half a step and stroked my index finger over his spit-shiny anal knot before softly tapping at it, marveling how the delicate folds of skin seemed to flutter beneath my touch. The quick expansion and contraction made me think of the ‘live’ screensavers on my iPhone. I probed a bit more before letting the pad of my finger come to rest against the quivering flesh, and then gasped when the crinkled rosette seemed to grab at my finger tip.

“Fuck,” I breathed out softly as I quickly pulled my finger back. I stared at the bud and then touched it again. This time, though, I didn’t move it.

Holy shit!

“Run the tip of your finger around the outside of his hole,” Austin instructed softly, as if trying not to spook me. “That’s where the nerves are.”

I did as he said, hearing a heavy sigh as I felt Jon’s body quake and shudder. I glanced up and saw he’d turned his head toward me and was peering at me through heavy-lidded, glassy eyes. I returned my attention to the task at hand and once more circled his entrance with my finger. My eyes darted back up when he sighed again and his face seemed to go slack with pleasure. He licked his lips and I rubbed around the quivering hole again - a bit quicker this time and pressing a bit harder - and was rewarded by the increased pace of his breathing. Encouraged by the contented noises he was making, I kept it up.

“Ooooohhh,” he rumbled lowly as I saw the muscles in his ass clench and unclench. I reached out and stroked his hole again, my finger pressing slightly harder and lingering just a tiny bit longer. There was a slight stutter and hitch in his breath before he exhaled. Then he began to practically purr. 

“You like that, Johnny Boy?” Jason asked, his face suddenly just inches from Jon’s. Jon’s only response was a gurgle that made Jason smile. I remembered how it felt when Jason had eaten my ass that first night, and I knew if Jon was experiencing anything even close… I blew out my breath. Fuck! The thought was almost too much to fathom.

I slid the blunt tip of my index finger into his hole and my eyes went wide, amazed again at how the walls of his channel seemed to grip it, almost clutching it. I took a deep breath and slid my entire finger inside him. It took only minimal effort to push past the ring of muscle.

“Unngghh…” he groaned in a low, breathy exhale as his body granted me passage.

Holy fuck!

“Kev,” Jon moaned huskily as I pulled out to the first knuckle and then pushed back in. “What’re you doing to me?”

I met his questioning gaze but didn’t answer. I just continued to saw my finger in and out of his tight hole, watching him as he gasped, feeling him flex the muscles in his ass, tightening them. It felt like a hot velvet glove was wrapped around my finger. 

I chewed on my lower lip and glanced back at his ass. Watching my finger disappear inside him while he writhed, panted, and whimpered, was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. My cock throbbed with need.

I don’t know why I did what I did next, but I leaned in close, flattened my tongue, and licked from his ripe, musky center, on up his spine. I stopped halfway up his back and made my way back down, planting gentle kisses along the way. My mouth moved slowly and deliberately, my lips caressing each vertebrae as if they were beads on a rosary. 

With my body, I thee worship…

I blinked back to alertness. I realized I hadn’t stopped fingering his hole the whole the entire time, and as my mouth continued its slow, languorous journey back down to his ass, I experimented moving my fingers fast, then slow, and then fast and slow, my own dick throbbing and rising with every moan of pleasure that slipped from his lips. I looked up and saw his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was opening and closing as if in silent supplication. I continued my treacherous assault.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...

I found his prostate - yeah, I’d been reading up on it the past couple of weeks while gathering the nerve to start playing with my own ass - and he gasped, his eyes flying open to stare at me.

Jason leaned in again, his head once more just inches from Jon’s. “You like Kev’s fingers stroking inside you, Johnny Boy? Is that it?”

Jon moaned and, emboldened, I began to massage his pulsing nut. He sighed and closed his eyes again. 

“Feels natural, doesn’t it?” Jason said. 

Another moan - I swear the timber of Jon’s voice had dropped at least an octave - and I could see his head continuing to nod in my peripheral vision. He was losing this mental war of attrition.

“So natural,” Jason continued, sensing victory was near. “Just like a Cumdumpster.”

“Cumdumpster,” Jon ground out slowly, his voice a gravelly rasp. 

“Yeah,” Jason laughed derisively, “a fuckin’ Cumdumpster.”

My finger was sliding in and out of his ass with ease now, and I figured if one finger was good, then two must be better, so I managed to work a second finger in next to the other. I heard Jon’s low, throaty rumble and I knew he was loving it.

“You’re a quick learner,” Jason observed, patting my head approvingly. “Now add another finger and go faster and harder.”

I looked up at Jason and nodded, swallowing around the huge lump in my throat. But the third finger slid in surprisingly easy, and soon I was working his hole in earnest.

Jon’s moans filled the air and after about a minute, he began to push back on my fingers as I widened him, preparing him for entry. 

Damn!

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jon slurred as he moved his ass from side to side. I didn’t have to be told twice: I twisted and turned my fingers deeper within him, finding the spongy bundle of his prostate once more and delicately caressed it.

“Oh! Ungh!!” Jon groaned. His voice was at the lower end of his register now… dark and thick and laced with heat and desire. “Fuuuuuuuck!”

“Oh yeah,” Jason said. “He’s almost ready.”

“Lick his balls too, Pussy,” Austin ordered, stepping in and reaching down between Jon’s splayed legs. He pulled his pinned, erect dick free and pointed it down and back at me. Pre-cum flowed freely, the first of several beads welling up from his swollen glans and stretching out to dangle like a glistening strand of gum, quickly followed by a second… and a third...

With my fingers fucking his hole, stretching him and loosening him up, I leaned in and slithered my tongue across his taint, over his pendulous balls, and down the underside of his dick, tracing up and down the prominent vein of his shaft with the tip of my tongue. The combination of sweat, salt and pre-cum was like ambrosia. I wanted more. 

“Mmmm,” he thrummed as I greedily lapped at the knob of his swollen cock, my tongue fervently circling the deep well of the crown, dipping into the piss slit to catch more of his pre-ejaculate. I nuzzled my cheeks and chin against his shaft before I made my way back to his balls. The stubble of my five o’clock shadow brushed against the delicate skin of his frenulum and he shuddered.

“Oh fuck…”

I sniffed at his scrotum, the heady scent intoxicating, and took one of his balls into my mouth. He gasped and I moaned around the fragile sac before taking the other in as well, gently rolling them over my tongue. They tasted salty and sweaty and bitter, and my dick throbbed. I reached down to stroke myself with one hand but a snap of fingers stopped me.

“Good boy,” Austin said, patting my head like I was a pet poodle, and fuck if I didn’t crave his approval. I smiled as I let Jon’s spit-slicked balls slip from my mouth and went back to tonguing the length of his vein-etched cock, paying special attention to his sensitive circumcision scar.

Jon continued to moan and shiver with every stroke of my fingers and every lash of my tongue. And with every low rumble and lurch of his dick, my own aching cock throbbed and dripped. Even though I needed to cum badly, I focused on working his hole, suckling at the fat head of his prick, lapping up every drop of his cream.

I was surprised when Austin suddenly pulled me off and up to my feet. I yelped in surprise as I stumbled, nearly falling, and blinked at him when he held up a condom and wiggled it. I cast a questioning glance his way.

“It’s time to fuck him,” he said, as if I were an idiot.

I looked from Austin to Jason to Jon and then back to Jason, who simply nodded. My eyes widened, my pulse quickened, and my hands shook as I eagerly reached for the foil packet.

“Easy there, Pussy,” Jason said, snatching the condom from Austin’s fingers and holding it out of my reach. He ripped the foil packet open and crooked his finger to beckon me closer. I gulped, realizing what he had in mind, and scooted into place. 

He gave my dick a couple of quick tugs before he rolled the latex onto my twitching cock. Seeing the condom was ribbed and studded just about brought me to my knees, but he steadied me before liberally slathering my shaft with lube.  

Austin flipped Jon onto his back and pulled him to the edge of the bed as Jason spread Jon’s legs and positioned me between them. They hoisted them up onto my shoulders and I shakily lined up my erect cock with his waiting hole.

“Fuck him, Pussy,” Jason ordered. “Show Eckert what a Cumdumpster he is.”

Oh fuck.

I swallowed nervously as I dragged the thick head of my dick up and down the length of Jon’s furry trench before resting it against his slicked entrance.

“Kev?” Jon slurred thickly, lifting his head. Austin reached over to shove poppers to his nose but Jason stopped him.

“No,” Jason said, holding up his hand. “He’s good.” He placed his hand on the small of my back and gave me a gentle nudge. “Go on.”

I nodded and began to push into Jon, stopping when I met the resistance of his sphincter muscles.

“Kev,” Jon gasped, his head rising again, “what are you doing?”

“He’s fucking you, Cumdumpster,” Jason announced matter-of-factly. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Tell him,” he hissed.

I flinched as if I’d been slapped, and turned my head to face Jason. “Tell him,” he ground out again

I looked back at Jon. “I-I’m fucking you, Cumdumpster,” I choked out.

Jon looked confused. His brows were knit and he shook his head. “Unghh… no…” he started to say, but Jason interrupted him.

“How does it feel to get fucked up the butt by Kevin?” he asked, invading Jon’s personal space. HIs voice was laced with a contempt that bordered on malevolence and I shuddered, knowing first hand the effect that voice could have.

“Nnunghh,” Jon moaned, shaking his head.

“How did you think you could take care of Kevin when it’s obvious to everybody you’re the one who needs to be taken care of.”

“Ungh.”

“The one who needs to be fucked hard.”

“No… unghh.”

“You love being fucked, don’t you?” Jason pressed, licking up the side of Jon’s face and blowing softly in his ear. “Admit it.”

Jon was visibly shivering from the sensation. “Nnunghh.”

“You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

“Unghh.”

“You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

Jon let out a long, low groan.

“Admit it,” Jason snapped. “You love it. You want it. You need it.”

Jon finally looked at him, his face creased with doubt and confusion, and finally nodded. He looked up at me and swallowed. “Yes,” he said in a quiet rasp. 

Something gave way in me then and I sank all the way in, in one slow push, until the wiry tangle of my pubes mashed against Jon’s ass. Our eyes locked and we stayed that way, frozen for several long seconds, before I started to move. I pulled nearly all the way out and then literally slammed back in.

“Kevin,” his voice grated, low and hoarse as he pulled in a ragged breath. I repeated the move, my hips moving faster now as I quickly found my rhythm, settling into it as his groans deepened and thickened. 

I looked down and watched as my cock flashed in and out of his hole. I was fucking Jon Eckert’s ass. I was fucking Jon!

Holy shit!

I tuned out everything around me and focused on the fact that I was fucking Jon - that I was fucking another man. I was surprised at how natural it felt. How right it felt. How fucking good it felt.

Then Jason’s voice pierced through the bubble and broke my reverie. “Just don’t fuck him, Pussy. Jerk him off while you’re doing it,” he urged, nodding down at Jon’s erect cock. “Go on.”

I took Jon’s ramrod stiff cock in my hand and began to work it. I wrapped my fist around it and began a corkscrew motion up and down the length of it, swiping my thumb across the sensitive tip of his prick before roiling my palm over it.

Jon’s bucked and squealed and tried to bat my hands away, but Jason was holding his wrists, keeping his hands away. I continued to jack him off in time with my own thrusts, and it was then that I realized Austin was sliding a finger in and out of my ass. My eyes widened and I heard him chuckle lowly.

Jason pulled Jon’s arms over his head, exposing his pits, while at the same time Austin yanked my head back. “Go on, pit slut,” he said as he shoved me down. “You know you want it.”

With my cock buried balls deep in Jon’s ass, his long legs now wrapped around my waist and my right hand still jacking his hard dick, I leaned forward to lick nice and slowly over his rank, sopping pit, and soaked my face in the delicious stink.

I luxuriated in Jon’s pit, the greasy funk tasting tangy on my lips, and grunted sharply when Austin slipped a second thick finger inside me. I gasped and panted at the intrusion, huffing and slobbering into Jon’s underarm, moaning in pleasure as the digits twisted and turned inside me.

Without warning he pulled his fingers out, but before I could voice my protest I felt the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance. I stilled as he pushed into me. He was bigger than both Jason and Jon, and I cried out into the wiry forest of Jon’s armpit as he breached my hole, pushing into me with no holds barred. But I’d been sufficiently prepped, especially having that dildo in my ass the better part of the night, so the burn of the stretch was minimal and soon faded altogether, replaced by the now-familiar, full sensation.

He wrapped a big arm around me as he seated himself fully inside me. Then he pulled me off and out of Jon and I yelped, arms flailing, as he shuffled two steps to the right, bent me over the bed, and began to thrust into me. 

Oh fuck!

"Ohhh," I grunted deeply as my body shuddered. My lashes fluttered as I felt my eyes roll back into my head. Drool spilled down the corners of my chin and I was aware I was making guttural noises. Anybody watching or listening could see and hear just how much I was enjoying this total domination. 

His cock was sliding easily into me now, the pressure filling me with the most incredible sense of pleasure I’d ever as he battered my prostate. I felt the sparks explode behind my eyes.

I chanced a look at Jon. Jason had stepped in and was taking over. He flipped a dazed Jon onto his back and was pushing his legs up to his shoulders. I watched as he slicked up his bare cock and thrust into him. But instead of the slow, methodical strokes of earlier, he pounded Jon’s ass with an intensity I’d yet to see.

Jon moaned and panted. “Yeah, oh yeah, fuck… yes,” he implored, his voice raw, as Jason drilled into him. He arched his back and threw his arms over his head, treating me once again to the sight and stench of his sweaty armpits.

“Want me to hit your sweet spot, Johnny Boy?” Jason asked, a wicked smile curving his lips.

“Yes, oh yes,” Jon bleated, nodding furiously as Jason switched the angle of his next thrust, grazing his prostate and causing him to cry out in a high pitch. “Yes!”

“Play with your tits for me.”

“Unghhh,” Jon moaned and I watched - fascinated - as he began to pinch and pluck his nipples, rolling the eraser-like nubs between this index finger and thumb. What the fuck?! Jason saw me staring and smirked at me.

“Yeah, that’s a good Cumdumpster,” he encouraged, his eyes never leaving mine as he drove deeper into Jon’s center. 

“Oh fuck!” Jon gasped, his arms slamming down against the mattress as Jason nailed his prostate again and again. Ruthless. Relentless. Jon’s cock bobbed wildly as he groaned, flecks of pre-cum spraying all over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

While Jon was reduced to helpless babble, Austin pulled out of me and pushed me up onto the bed, and then proceeded to comprehensively fuck me. He had me on my forearms and knees, his hands gripping my hips so roughly they were going to leave marks, but I didn’t care. He thrust harder into me and I could feel his pelvic bone slam against my ass. It felt fucking amazing. So right. So fucking good. He pushed me down so my face was in the pillow and my ass was up in the air and he continued to roughly pummel me. His dick found my prostate and he began to ring my bell.

“Oh fuck! Oh Christ!” I cried out, the pillow muffling my voice as I felt wave after wave of pleasure begin to build in me. The pressure - gentle at first - began to crest and crescendo, building into a full-fledged tsunami. I reached under me to grab my aching dick but my arm was wrenched away. 

“What did I tell you?” he growled, and I gasped, inexplicably turned on by how ferocious he sounded. “That’s right, Pussy,” he reiterated, “hands off unless I say. You don’t touch your dick without my permission. It belongs to me. You fuckin’ understand?”

“Oh shit,” I moaned. “Yes! Yes!” Why did I want this so bad? Fuck - why did I need this so bad?

There was a sudden movement next to me and I saw Jason flipping Jon over onto his belly. A moment later Austin pulled out of me and turned me onto my back. What the fuck?

He slipped a pillow under my lower back and grabbed my legs. He lifted them up and spread them in a wide V formation before pushing back into me. Without ceremony and without mercy, he began to power-fuck me.

“Nnnaaahh...ggaahhhhrrr!!!” I wailed as he thrust into me. An exquisite combination of pain and ecstasy blew through my body.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he breathed roughly as he fucked me in short furious jabs, beads of sweat dripping down onto me from his forehead as the slapping sound of skin on skin filled my ears. “Uh, uh, uh!”

“Oh. God. Yes,” I cried out between gasps. “Oh. God. Yes!”

Next to me I could hear Jon moaning something similar as Jason pounded into him. He was on his belly with his head turned toward me. Jason stood behind him holding his legs like the arms of a wheelbarrow, driving into him in a slow, heavy fuck. Claiming him. Owning him. I could see the marks his fingers left on Jon’s tanned flanks and I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. Hell, we’d have a matching set.

“Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck,” Jon moaned over and over as Jason hammered into him, as if it were some kind of mantra. It sounded like he was coming apart. Breaking open.

After several minutes Jason started to pant and grunt, his tell that he was about to cum, and his thrusts became that much more frenetic. Seconds later Jon’s body began to shudder and he pushed up onto his elbows, arching his spine as he ground his ass back into Jason’s thrusts. 

Jon’s eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled up as he threw his head back. His drooling mouth opened wide and I knew at that very moment Jason’s wet heat was flooding his ass, marking him. Jon pulled in another ragged breath and then let out a deep moan as he began to cum.

Claimed. Owned. Bred.

Moments later I felt Austin’s orgasm rip through his body and into mine. The condom filled and swelled in my channel, as tiny bolts of lightning skittered up and down my spine like the aftershocks of an earthquake, before he eased himself out of me and disposed of the rubber. 

Jon collapsed onto his belly as Jason pulled out of him, his eyes still closed. I felt his hand reach for mine and I laced my fingers with his. Within moments I heard his breathing even out and he was asleep.

I still hadn’t cum but all of a sudden I was too tired to care. Although I’d been in and out of consciousness for part of the night, I was completely exhausted. Jason and Austin were in the bathroom now, talking in hushed tones, which left the bedroom nearly silent. As I listened to Jon peacefully drowsing next to me, I found I couldn’t keep my eyes open and decided to close them for just a moment.

*~*~*~*

A wet, sucking heat on my cock slowly pulled me from the depths of sleep. I don’t know how long I’d been out, but as I began to wake I could feel how warm and humid the room had become, the air heavy and redolent with the intoxicating smell of sex and sweat.

I dragged my eyes open to see Jon languidly bobbing up and down on my fully erect dick, Jason’s hand fisted in his damp, matted hair, guiding his movements while he stared down at him.

“Oh yeah… you like that, don’t you, buddy?” Jason said, his voice encouraging and lulling. Jon moaned something around the head of my cock as his tongue laved the crown before he dove back down all the way to the root, burying his face in my dank pubic bush, some of the hairs curling out at the corners of his mouth as my dick lodged deep in his throat.

“Huh? What’s that Johnny Boy?” Jason asked, leaning his head toward Jon’s. “You want more cock?”

Jon groaned again and I must have as well because Jason’s head snapped up and when he caught my eyes, the corners of his mouth tugged up into a malevolent grin. “Ah, there you are, Pussy. Finally awake.”

He straightened up to his full height and that’s when I noticed he was stroking his jutting cock. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes wide. Once again it reminded me of a carved ivory tusk, its curved eight inch length slick and shiny with lube and pre-cum, as he slowly fisted it from root to tip.

I looked up into his eyes and caught a glimpse of something sinister before I returned my attention to his sensual masturbation. I licked my lips as I watched his hand travel up and down the length of his shaft and he huffed a derisive laugh.

“You’re such a cockwhore.”

I heard more skin on skin and reluctantly glanced toward the noise to see Austin standing on the other side of the bed. He too was naked, stroking his cock with one hand while holding a GoPro in the other, filming Jon going down on me as well as my reactions. As if caught in a tractor beam, my head swiveled toward him.

I think this was the first time I really got a good look at his body. He was a couple inches taller than Jason - still three inches shy of my 6’4 - and although Jason had the more commanding presence, Austin exuded pure testosterone-soaked power. He was magnificent. Fucking glorious.

While Jason’s muscles were toned and sleek, Austin’s rippled like breathing granite. He reminded me of the statue of Hercules I’d seen when I visited Naples a few years ago. But while statues of Greek and Roman gods featured small, uncut penises, Austin’s was anything but. Fuck! Easily eight inches long and the circumference of a beer can, it had a wide flared glans and deep piss slit, and was so fat his fist could barely get around it. A pearl of pre-cum oozed out and I watched, entranced, as he smeared it over his prick tip with his calloused thumb, wondering how the heck I’d been able to take that whole thing up my hole!

It was marbled with veins and as he continued to slowly stroke it, it undulated and swayed, like a cobra poised to strike, its single eye staring at me like a blind cyclops. The effect was almost hypnotic and I shuddered as I recalled the intense fucking I’d received earlier.

I opened my mouth to say...something, and realized I was gagged with the penis gag. The hell? I tried to spit it out and when I couldn’t, I went to pull it out only to discover that my wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bedposts. What the fuck?! I was tied spread eagle, splayed out like some cheap whore. The mattress was cum-splotched from the twin fuckings Jon and I’d received earlier and I could feel the damp stickiness on my skin.

The wet heat of Jon’s suctioning mouth dragging up and down the length of my shaft pulled me back into the moment and I reluctantly tore my gaze from Austin’s monster cock to focus on Jon and what that magic mouth of his was doing to me. Fuck, just watching him work my dick with his lips and tongue was a thing of beauty. Exquisite, really. And when he took both my balls into his mouth, lashing his tongue around them, my eyes rolled so far back in my head I could almost see myself think.

He began to lick the underside of my twitching dick, tracing the throbbing vein with his shiny lips and flickering tongue, saliva drooling down onto my balls. He dipped his head and swiped his tongue over my wiry scrotum to lap at it before licking back up, slowly and deliberately. When he opened wide to once again take the fat crown into his mouth, our eyes met.

He had a wild, manic look in his eyes, and his face was like a glazed donut, shining with half-dried drool and cum. He was amped up - pupils blown wide - and I knew Jason had given him something else, probably some kind of mixture of GHB and Ecstasy, or maybe even Ketamine or Mephedrone. I’d seen that look before, back when I was a beat cop doing drug raids with Pete, so while Jon was in the room, I seriously doubted he was making any memories at the moment. Fuck, the way Jason and Austin were gripping their fists in his mop of hair, guiding his slurping mouth up and down my cock, told me he was on autopilot and just reacting to the stimuli being introduced to him. 

And I knew I should be righteously pissed at that. Pissed at what Jason had done to him: how he’d drugged him, fucked him, and then reduced him to nothing more than a raving cocksucker. But the moment Jon’s mouth closed over the head of my cock - his swirling tongue laving the tip of my prick, the wet suctioning heat - I didn’t give a fuck. Jason had found the right combination of buttons to push in me and right now all I wanted was cock. On my dick, in my mouth, and in my hole. I groaned in pleasure, arching my back like a contented cat, as Jon once again took me down his throat.

“What’s that?” Jason asked as he unbuckled the leather strap of the gag and eased it from my mouth. I moaned and sighed, and as if reading my mind, he said, “Cock. Yeah, you want cock, don’t you?”

I nodded, because along with having no fucks, I apparently also had no shame. He barked a sharp laugh.

I noticed again how warm it was in the room and wondered why they were deliberately keeping the air-conditioning off because it was stifling. I gazed down the length of my bound body, flesh stretched tautly across muscle, and saw the neat overlay of body hair slick with a sheen of sweat. My tawny nipples glistened at the corners of my pectoral ridge and my armpits were wet and slimy, my musk-scented deodorant long ago eclipsed by the ripe, pungent smell of body odor.

Jon dove back down between my legs and sucked my balls into his mouth, and my cock went even more rigid. The swollen head was flushed scarlet like an overripe plum, the tracery of blue veins along the shaft pulsated visibly, and the pee-hole leaked a pearly stream of pre-cum slime down its length, across my wiry pubes, and into the sinkhole of my navel.

Then he began the slow journey back up my shaft, his mouth slurping along the underside of my straining rod until he reached the head, where he licked and sucked, expertly working his tongue and lips - and even a hint of teeth - over my knob, like the confirmed cocksucker he now was.

“Oh, fuck… yeah,” I encouraged him, my voice a plaintive wail as my balls began to tighten. “That’s it, Jon. Shit… Oh yeah…”

Jason smirked and glanced over to Austin. They were standing on either side of the bed with their free hands fastened firmly around their own pricks, jacking themselves off as they exchanged furtive grins over Jon’s bobbing head. I could tell they were up to something. Then, as if on cue, they pushed Jon’s head all the way down on my throbbing cock until his nose was buried in the dense rainforest of my pubes, holding him in place for several long seconds until they let him up, sputtering and gasping. He took several gulps of air before his mouth attacked my dick with a renewed vigor. His appetite was voracious and insatiable, and the sounds rumbling up from deep within his chest were rabid and animal. Fuck, I wanted more.

I became distracted by movement on either side of me and my eyes darted back and forth between Jason and Austin as they took a step closer to me and then another, casting furtive glances at each other the whole while. Suddenly they seemed to loom over me, fisting their throbbing meat with increasing speed and ferocity. Their hands flew up and down from the roots of their shafts to the eaves of their cock heads in an almost blur, and I could see their balls in their sacs tighten and hoist upward into their pelvic arches with each stroke.

Their mouths went slack, grunts and gasps escaping as their ridiculously perfect six-pack abs spasmed and crunched, and I realized they were… fuck, they were timing their orgasms! Was I about to get a cum facial?

My eyes flicked between them again and I could tell just by the mindless looks on their faces that they were about to explode. 

But no, not mindless, I realized too late. Not mindless at all. And they weren’t aiming at my face, either. No, they were - fuck, they were aiming their dicks at my exposed underarms! They were timing their orgasms to fire into my --

They came simultaneously, heads thrown back and grunting as streams of white hot jizz rocketed from their cocks, splashing into the humid tangle of hair in my splayed-out pits. Cum dripped down the hollow curves of my underarms and oozed through the dank, matted forest, viscous strands clinging to the fetid brambles.

An intoxicating combination of ripe and raunchy masculine smells crashed into my nostrils and slammed up into my sinuses, heady and funky and more intense than any of the poppers Jason had forced me to inhale. It was a uniquely sweet-sour swampy stink of cum mixed in with the undeodorized musk of an armpit that’s gone unwashed over several days of strenuous activity under a broiling sun.

And suddenly I was over the edge. My back arched and I strained against the tethering ropes as my backbone - from shoulder blades to glutes - shot up off the mattress, and I ejaculated, roaring thunderously as rope after rope of semen shot like cannon-fire up my abs, chest, neck and chin, splattering everywhere and coating everything in its wake.

I was in a daze. Had I passed out? Why was I covered with my load, jizz dripping off my chin and down my heaving chest, and pooling into the concave of my belly? I mean, shouldn’t Jon be gargling it? Shouldn’t he be trying to swallow the gunky clots as fast as he could while the excess spluttered over his lips and glistened on his chin?

By the time I could focus, trying to get my breathing under control, the reason was brutally apparent: Jason and Austin, in a coordinated move - everything about this had been coordinated - had yanked him off my dick just as I started to cum, and were now holding him only inches from the cum and sweat-drenched marsh of my left armpit.  

“This is what you really want, isn’t it buddy?” Jason sneered down at him, his voice dripping with the kind of contempt that slices through you razor-sharp. He bent down so his face was next to Jon’s as he continued. “Come on,” he hissed, spittle flecking Jon’s cheek, “admit it. You know it’s true. This is what you’ve always wanted from Word One but could never have because you wouldn’t admit - couldn’t, not even to yourself - what you really are. Who you really are.” 

Jon shuddered and tried to shake his head no, but Jason held him still. “Come on, Johnny Boy… Jon. It’s time. Admit it. Admit that deep down you’re a cocksucking, ass-fucked faggot.”

Jason’s words and the sight of my dank, spunk-soaked pit and the scent of that overpowering man reek made denial no longer possible. It was as if Jason had flipped a switch in Jon’s brain, a switch he’d never had the slightest idea was there. And in that exact instant of surrender to the darkest of his long-suppressed desires, Jon was like a slavering dog straining at its leash, husking and whimpering and trying to break free, desperate to bury his face in the recesses of my cumdumpster of an armpit. 

They released him and, mouth open and lips smacking, he plunged his face deep into that trough, tongue swiping and slurping, slobbering as he ravenously sucked the pearly strings and globs of jism from the knotty mass of hair, savoring the forbidden tastes and wanting more.

No one had to guide him now. Jason and Austin stood back and watched with arms crossed as he inhaled my stink and lapped up their cum. His tongue then licked and lashed up the left side of my pec, swirling around my satin-skinned nipple as he worked his way through the rivulets of cum in the cleft of my still heaving chest, leaving a trail of drool in its wake.

And he wasn’t done. There was the far side of my chest to tongue-bathe, another nipple to nip and tug at, and another mother lode of cum and pit-grease to devour. As he smeared his muzzle into my right armpit, snuffling and snarfing, I became acutely aware of his erect cock sliding against my own suddenly-hard-again dick. 

I was also aware of the gleefully triumphant smirks on Jason and Austin’s faces as they stared at Jon’s upturned ass as he rutted against me. They traded yet another silent nod and suddenly the cuffs on my ankles were loosened and I felt my legs being lifted. What the hell? I whipped my head from side to side as they held my legs up and spread out wide. A moment later Austin’s slick finger delved between my ass cheeks and slid easily into my well-fucked hole. Oh shit, were they…? I lifted my head and watched Jason slather Jon’s dick with lube while Austin pierced me with a second finger and then a third.

“Unhh!” I cried out, slamming my head back onto the pillow. Then Jason guided Jon’s cock to my hole. I felt the blunt tip against my entrance and I took a deep breath and held it.

“Go on, Johnny Boy,” Jason urged, his eyes riveted on mine. He licked up and down Jon’s ear, laving his tongue over the sensitive cartilage and flesh. “Come on, Cumdumpster,” he whispered. “Breed the bitch.”

Jon grunted and I realized I’d been wrong. He wasn’t on any kind of autopilot - he was on a mission. He had a wild, almost feral look in his eyes as he drove into me, his cock pushing into my hole in one swift stab.

“Oh, f-u-u-u-u-ck!” I cried out, my thighs shaking as they folded me in half, sliding my legs up and over Jon’s shoulders as he pounded hard and deep into my core, his hips bucking and snapping in staccato thrusts as his balls slapped against my ass. After several long moments he changed his angle of entry and slowed his pace. The fat plum of his cock dragged over my gland as I shuddered and let out a moan. It was guttural and gravelly and I felt my body erupt in goosebumps as I flushed with a chill.

As he continued to hit the swollen nub of my prostate, my body tensed and helpless, desperate sounds came rolling up from my guts, spilling out in inarticulate noises, something between pleas, praises, and protests. 

He shifted his body again and I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles at the small of his back and pulling him closer, willing him to fuck me even harder and deeper. I wanted this. I needed this. And when his mouth crushed over mine, scruff rasping against my skin as his tongue pushed through my shocked, parted lips, I lifted my head off the pillow to meet him, opening wide for him and revelling when his tongue swept over mine as he ravaged and plundered my mouth.

He tasted like cum and pit-sweat and - faintly - like Dr. Pepper, and suddenly my own tongue was jousting back, thrusting, parrying and tangling with his as we jockeyed for position.

He arched and stiffened, changing back to short, punching strokes as he plunged his cock frantically and fiercely into my taut body, grunting and groaning. And then he was coming. I was dimly aware of the pulsing beats of his cock as he emptied hot and wet inside me - no condom, nothing between us - and of the wounded, winded sounds he made as he collapsed onto me, arms clutching me, the both of us sweaty and sticky and sated.

My head fell back on the pillow, stunned. Jon was still inside me, his cock beginning to soften. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes, completely blissed out. 

“That’s it, Kevin. Just ride it out,” Austin said in a soothing voice as his fingers gently brushed my hair. I was so tired, but when I felt Jon being pulled off me and as his cum, hot and molten, began to ooze from my hole, I clenched, vainly trying to keep him inside me. 

With his comforting weight gone, my body began to cool, even in the humid, overheated room. I was distantly aware of a sloshing noise next to my head, and when I opened my eyes to see what it was, a white cloud descended over my nose and mouth.

My body went ramrod straight and I pulled at my bonds as the sickly sweet smell of chloroform assaulted my nostrils. 

“Shhh… It’s okay,” Austin soothed patiently, cradling the back of my head with one strong hand while cupping the chloroform-doused cloth over my face with the other so the air I breathed in was heavily laced with the drug. “That’s it. Just relax.”

Contrary to what you see on TV and in the movies, chloroform doesn’t work instantly. It actually takes a few minutes, and it was long enough to make me panic and thrash my body about.

I heard groaning on the other side of the room and I craned my neck to see Jon strapped onto the fuck bench with Jason screwing the dildo into his ass. I grunted.

“Shhh… Don’t worry about Jon,” Austin said as he turned my head back and locked eyes with me. “We’re gonna take real good care of him, okay? He really shouldn’t have pissed Jason off like that.”

A rushing noise pounded in my ears, like the waves crashing against the Santa Monica pier, and I felt myself being swept out on a dark tide. I stopped struggling and just stared up into Austin’s surprisingly gentle eyes. Each new breath I took seemed deeper than the one before and soon I was breathing normally, letting the drugging fumes engulf me. My eyelids were heavy and as they slowly drifted shut, I was vaguely aware in my dimming periphery of Jon being bounced up and down on the rubber dong, moaning in pleasure.

“That’s it, Kevin,” Austin said again as he caressed my forehead with his thumb. “Time to sleep.”

And then… nothing.

To be continued...