Justin's Journey

I rolled around in the back of the SUV with my blindfold still on. The back seats were pushed down so I had plenty of floor to cover. With my arms handcuffed behind me, I was forced to use my legs to brace myself. I couldn’t see where we were going but I was able to make judgements based off turns and speeds. We definitely got on the highway. He was an offensive driver. I felt the car weaving into different lanes.

The ride had to have been at least fifteen minutes. As it slowed down and we started to make more turns, I knew we were approaching our destination.

He shifted the car into park and got out. I heard the trunk open and he grabbed me by my shirt.

“Come on, get the fuck out”

I could tell from the feeling and the sound of the ground that we were on gravel. But I could still hear cars driving fast, as if on a highway. I turned my head a bit and could make out that the cars were higher than us. There must have been an overpass or something of the sort.

He pulled me across the gravel and eventually to a door. As he opened it, I could tell from the sound that it was a metal door. I could hear chattering in the distance. Muffled voices perhaps at the end of a hallway. We walked further and the voices got louder. There were many of them.

We stopped and some of the voices ceased. He pulled my blindfold down to my neck.

My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light, even with how dim the room was. The figures and environment became clearer. It was a large room, maybe thirty by forty feet. The ceiling was rather short. There were couches arranged along the wall and a couple of them back to back in the middle of the room. There were some lockers over on one wall.

Three TVs were mounted to different walls, equally spaced around the room. They were playing porn. And the voices had come from the roughly ten or fifteen men, all lounged around on the couches. They were naked, some of them jacking off, some of them actively having sex, and some of them just sitting around watching. I felt almost all the eyes in the room on me.

“I have a piece of ass for us, boys”

The men in the room looked at me like I was a tasty dessert. They all varied in age and body type. One of them looked like he was in his twenties. He was very fit. Several of them were bears. A few of them were scrawnier, and two of them were extremely large men. I turned to look at the cop.

“Welcome to the den, faggot”

I was dumbfounded. Was this a bathhouse of sorts? Some kind of sex dungeon? A secret club for random gay men to hookup? Surely it was illegal. But then again, this cop was obviously not an upstanding officer.

“I get him first, then you guys can have your fun”

Was he really going to fuck me and then let all these men take turns on me after? Several of them were grinning at me. One of the older men licked his lips. The cop grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me to one of the couches.

He pulled off my shoes and socks. I glanced up to see a few of the men standing nearby. They were watching intently and playing with themselves. The cop untied my sweatpants and slid them off my legs. Then he pulled a pocket knife out of his pants and flipped it open.

My heart started racing when I saw it. I could feel the pounding in my chest. He grabbed my shirt and sawed the knife back and forth to cut from my collar to the end of one of my sleeves. Then he repeated it on the other side. With my arms free from it, he slid it off my bottom half like he had done with my sweatpants.

He pushed me back into the couch again. I had only my black jockstrap remaining. He took his own shirt off and then dropped his pants to his ankles. He sat down on the couch next to me and grabbed the back of my neck again. He forced my mouth to his cock.

I laid down on my stomach across the couch. My hands were cuffed behind me and my head was in his lap. He grabbed my head with both hands and bobbed my head up and down. I couldn’t support myself with my hands but he used my mouth like a toy to aggressively pleasure himself.

He rammed himself into the back of my throat. I tightened my core to keep myself in a more comfortable position, but it just made it harder to breathe. I had a small audience of spectators and they all took joy in my suffering.

While the cop ruined my throat, I started contemplating the predicament I was in. How long would I be there? Would I get in trouble at work for missing the last couple hours of my day? How many men would I have to satisfy? What sorts of things would they make me do? This cop guy obviously didn’t care for my safety or well being but surely he’d at least keep me alive and in one piece. He’d have to let me go eventually.

My mind wondered until he pushed my head off his lap.

He took his own shoes off and finally pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles. He flipped me around and pushed me onto my back. He lifted my legs and held them up, exposing my hole. He played with it with his fingers and a few of the men took a few steps to the side to watch.

“Your tight little hole is gonna get ruined today”

He positioned himself, ready to force his way into me, but then he reached down to the floor. He picked up his underwear with one hand and with his other, he pulled my chin down to open my mouth. He stuffed his underwear in as much as he could.

I could taste the sweat and stench of them. I could feel a few little spots on them that were damp. When I looked up at him, he looked me directly in the eyes and gave me an evil grin. Then he pressed his tip up against my hole and threw his body weight forward. He slammed into me. His cock plunged balls deep and filled my hole. I could feel the pressure of him leaning on my legs.

He rocked his hips back and forth. He put a hand around my throat and wrapped his other arm around one of my legs. I was letting out little involuntary whimpers. The men around us continued to stroke themselves.

The cop didn’t seem phased by the other men. He kept direct eye contact with me while he fucked me. He was rough but I hated that it felt good. The worst part was the handcuffs underneath me. The couch was pretty comfortable, despite having some stains and smelling like cum and musk. But the handcuffs still hurt on my back.

He gave me a few slaps across the face throughout his turn and he even twisted one of my nipples at one point. He enjoyed keeping me on that edge of pain and pleasure, per usual.

After probably 10 minutes of the men in the room eagerly watching and forming a bigger crowd, they finally got to see the cop pump his load into me. He let out a grunt and a big exhale as he held himself balls deep. Then he pulled out slowly.

“Now everyone else is gonna get a turn on your little hole. Hope it’s ready”

He pulled his used underwear out of my mouth and I thought he was going to let me respond. Instead, he leaned over me and shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked him clean just as he wanted. This was more gentle than he had been in the past.

When he was done using my mouth as a cleaning service, he shoved his underwear back in my mouth.

“Alright boys, he’s yours. Go ahead and take him”

“Get the handcuffs off him first, will ya?”

The cop reached for his backpack and pulled out the key, along with several pieces of paper and a roll of tape. He pulled me upright and got the cuffs off of me. I twisted my hands around to loosen up my wrists and enjoy the freedom.

A couple of the men grabbed me by my arms and pulled me over to the other side of the room. It seemed that some of the guys were busy setting something up while the cop was busy with me. They had set up a swing for me.

Before they put me in the swing, I turned back to look at what the cop was doing. He was taping those pieces of paper to the wall. I was able to read the large print.

“Send videos to-“ and then Charlie’s phone number. Fuck.

This fucker was going to have all these strangers send the videos to my boyfriend. There was no way I’d be able to explain this to Charlie. I felt the panic setting in. The door was on the other side of the room but maybe I could make it. Even though it was a gravel lot and all I was wearing is a jockstrap, I was still in pretty good shape. And most of these guys were older.

I took off. I spit out the underwear and got about 2 steps closer to the door before one of the men yelled.

“What the fuck!? Grab him!”

One guy was able to get a hold of my arm and then the cop got to me. He put a hand to my throat and squeezed tight.

“Fuck do you think you’re doing? You thought this was optional?”

I looked him in the eyes without answering. A couple other guys got to me by that point and also grabbed a hold of me. The cop gave me a slap across the face.

“You’re a fuckin’ whore. Just do your job, you little cunt”

The men pulled me back to the swing and quickly got me mounted in it. They used strips of what I assumed was an old cut up cum rag to tie my hands behind my back underneath the swing. And although my heels were rested on the swing straps up top, they tied my legs in place too. I wasn’t going anywhere.

One of the men, the one that had yelled for someone to grab me, came up first. He stood right in front of me and without any words or looks of acknowledgment, he forced himself into my hole and started his turn. He was a burly man. He had a beard and a beer belly and a pretty thick cock by the feel of it. But before I could get any more of a look at him, my head was forced down.

Another man had moved the part of the swing that supported my head. He pushed my forehead down and lined up his cock.

“Open”

A deep voice. I did as he bid and he thrusted himself down my throat. Suspended in the air with my legs and arms bound, there was nothing I could do. These men were going to use my holes however they wanted. I felt the roughness of the opposing forces for only a minute or so before they both pulled out of me.

“Here you go”

One of the men had handed a big bottle to the guy standing at my head. He opened it and began to pour out some type of lube or body oil on me. The men began to spread it around, covering as much of my body as they could.

The one who had the bottle looked familiar. I think he was one of the guys from that night at the gay bar. I guess he has a habit of being in the right place at the right time. He lifted my head and put a bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I was so thankful for the help. I took a big whiff of it and then my head was pushed back down.

I felt hands all over my body. Every time one of them would pull out of my throat, I’d catch a quick glimpse of the growing crowd before another guy took his place. I honestly have no idea how long I was there. Most of the men made their rounds starting with my ass and then moving to my throat once they gave me another load.

My sinuses were going crazy from all the facial stimulation and my struggle to breathe. My hole felt pretty great after the poppers but it was getting wetter and sloppier as time went on. I started to keep count at first but gave up. Since my face was being pummeled, I wasn’t able to tell when guys were trading places in my hole.

The cop ended up taking another turn in me. I could tell from the squeezing of my junk, the biting on my leg, and of course, the slapping on my face once he got to my front half. He was brutal but I found the silver lining in that he’d likely catch anything that I was going to get from this experience. So many strange men barebacking me, I could only imagine the repercussions.

When the cop got bored of my throat, he pulled out and gave me one final slap across my face. My skin was on fire. He squatted down next to me and spoke right into my ear while.

“Look at him. Look him in the eye while he fucks you. You like that big black cock?”

He lifted my head more and I locked eyes with the large, dark skinned man that was clapping against my ass. He had beautiful muscle tone, kind eyes, and a strong jaw. He was a beautiful man but he gave me a determined look. He started to pound harder and harder. Like a bull, he rammed into me in a fast rhythm with the swing.

He was thick and long and I could feel an ache with every clap. He was going has hard, deep, and fast as he could. The cop wrapped his hands around my throat.

“This is your fuckin’ life now. You’re gonna take loads and let these men do what they want to you, you hear me?”

I could barely breathe. With all the stimulation, pain, and lack of oxygen, I could feel my consciousness slipping away.

“Dumb fuckin’ bitch”

His grip got tighter and I drifted off. I have no idea how long I was out for. It could have been mere seconds or several minutes. But I awoke to that giant black horse cock slapping against my face. I blinked quickly and my vision focused. Upside down, I saw the large beefy black man standing at my head. I could see right up his body, starting at the perfect v-lines and abs. His broad and hairless chest and shoulders. And then his strong jaw and dark eyes looking down at me.

I realized then that I was still being fucked. Another man must have taken his place while I was out of it because I never noticed a halt to the thrusting. The large man leaned forward and his balls dragged across my forehead. They slid over my nose and rested on my upper lip. He let his massive cock hang down rest partially on my chin and the tip of it on my upper chest. He lowered ever so slightly to press his taint onto my face.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly. His thighs tightened together to squeeze my head. The stench of his taint was mixed with lube oil and cum.

When he finally slid back he slapped his dick on my face a few times. The damn thing was as big as my forearm. He pulled back a little more and rested his tip on my lips. I knew what he wanted so I opened my mouth and he slid his way in. My jaw was already sore by this point and he was going to test my limits.

The sheer girth and length of it made for a snug fit. I felt him go deeper down my throat than any of the men before. He went slow and strong. Each time he’d come almost completely out of my mouth before pushing himself all the way in. I watched as his sack moved probably half a foot away from my face and then came right back to smush against my eyes and nose.

All the while, I had some other man still fucking me at the other end. Every once in a while I’d see a light turn on for a minute or so. It was from the phones that were recording, no doubt. How many videos would be sent to Charlie? And how many different men would he see in the videos?

Finally feeling happy with himself, the guy finally pulled out of my throat and walked away. I looked up to see the man fucking me. Another daddy bear type. A strong hairy chest, beefy arms, and a beer belly with a slight odor that you’d expect from a trucker.

He grinned at me as we made eye contact and his thrusts got quicker. His breathing got heavier and within a few seconds of looking me in the eyes, he emptied his balls in me. When he pulled out I could feel a little bit of cum drip out of my hole.

“Move him over to the couch”

I felt hands on me, pulling at the ties on my ankles and hands. They began to jerk me around, making it very apparent that we were moving. My body felt so sore it was hard to move on my own.

They got me standing upright and I paused for a second to focus on my balance. I felt the blood rush through my body. And I could tell I had more cum dripping out of my hole.

“Over here boy. Have a seat”

There was a man on the couch patting his thighs. I was dragged over to him and then released. I straddled him and sat down on his hard cock. He slid in with ease and he slapped my ass as I started to ride him.

There was a sound of squishing in my movements. All of the remaining cum in my hole was dripping out of me. Or rather, he was inadvertently fucking it out of me. He leaned back with his hands behind his head and enjoyed the show.

The mood changed for a bit as most of the men sat down. Everyone lounged and watched as I worked hard to get another man to finish, hoping to earn my freedom at some point. He eventually grabbed my ass hard and squeezed my cheeks in his hands as he unloaded in me. Once the pulsing had died down, he gave me one more quick slap on the ass.

“Good boy, now do him”

He nodded towards the guy on his left. I dismounted and the other man pulled me over to him. This time I was facing away from him. He held me by the waist and pulled my ass down to meet his cock. He forced me up and down until I got the point and carried on by myself. My legs were on fire from the repeated squatting motion.

“Oh come on, faster boy. You can do better than that”

I kept going at the same speed because it seemed to be all I could muster. He gave an irritated grunt and wrapped him arms around me. He pulled me back on him. My back rested on his chest and he placed his hands on my lower hamstrings. I sat back while he held my legs up and fucked me. I relaxed and let my body bounce on him.

Having a good view of the room now, I noticed more men had shown up. Some were already naked and comfortable while others were stripping at the lockers. I wondered how long it had been and how many more men I’d have to take before I was free to go.

“Justin?”

I looked up to see one of the new arrivals walking towards me.

“Holy shit. You’re kidding. It is you”

“Coach Dave?”

It was my old soccer coach. I played on his team for nearly a decade and the man was almost like a father to me.

“You always were such a beautiful boy. I can’t believe I finally get to take that ass for a spin”

“What?”

“Hey man, let me take him. Please? It’s been a long time coming”

The man underneath me halts. He leans me forward and I stand up. Coach Dave stood naked in front of me. Probably five inches taller than me and almost twice as wide. He looked down at me and put both his hands on my shoulders.

“How about you be a champ for Coach Dave again?”

I looked down to see his long cock dangling. It didn’t look too thick but it had to of been at least eight inches. It was getting stiffer as I looked at it. He stepped past me and sat down on an adjacent couch.

“Come on boy, it’s Coach’s turn”

I couldn’t believe it. This guy coached me as a kid and all the way through high school. He knew my parents. And now he was going to fuck me in some sex den? I’m not going to lie, Coach Dave was a pretty hot dad, but he was the last person I expected to see here. I didn’t even know he was gay.

He was a large man whose hair had turned more salt and pepper in recent years. He had a broad chest and a flat but undefined stomach. He had very prominent v-lines and big beefy legs. He slapped his hands on them to motion me.

I stepped over to him and he leaned forward. He kissed my stomach and then turned me around by my waist. He sat back and pushed his dick forward.

“Come on, sit back”

I sat back on top of him. He kept one hand under my ass to position me and he used the other to line up his cock. Within a couple seconds, he slid inside me. He grabbed both my legs just as the other man had, and got going.

“Fuuuuuuck yeah. Nice, wet hole. How many of these guys fucked you before Coach got here, huh?”

I didn’t answer.

“God damn you feel so good. Nice and broken in”

He continued to fuck me and I must admit, it was hot. I had the coach fantasy before but I never expected it to actually come true. Especially in this context. Despite how sore I was and how much I had been through, at least I finally got to see what Coach Dave was packing in those sweatpants for all those years.

“Fuck I could do this all day”

He kept going without the slightest hint of getting close.

“Well don’t let me hog him. Come on, I can share”

One of the men grinned and stepped towards us.

“Hell yeah. Don’t mind if I do”

He positioned himself in front of me. He squatted down with his legs on the outside of Dave’s. He gripped his cock and started pressing at my hole. Coach Dave had stopped moving for a few seconds.

“No, don’t. Please. It’s too much”

I pleaded with the man but he simply gave a frustrated look and called for help.

“Oh come on… Give him some poppers”

He was determined to get in. A little bottle was held in front of my face so I took a sniff. He continued to push his tip against my hole and Coach Dave’s cock. I relaxed my hole as much as I could. I felt it start to stretch more. There was so much pressure. Then, he finally slid in.

I let out a moan of pain as he got in. But as soon as he broke through, they both started going again. In completely different rhythms, they rubbed their cocks against each other in my hole. My jaw had dropped and I couldn’t seem to close it. I had never felt my hole stretch that much.

“Oh my god. Please, please no”

It hurt so much but was also one of the best sensations ever. Since the guy standing in front of me had a hold of my legs, Coach Dave let go of them and instead wrapped his arms around my torso.

“Such a good boy”

He practically hugged me while he shared my hole with a stranger. Over the course of the next twenty minutes or so, I stayed right there on coach Dave’s lap while other men cycled through. A few of them finished inside me but their seed came spilling out almost immediately. Each one took a little bit of patience to get in, but Coach Dave held me there and shared my hole with each one of them.

“You ready to move him back to the swing?”

“Give me a minute”

The man nodded at Coach Dave. He stood me up and put me on my knees on the couch. Coach mounted me from behind and gave me a quick hard pounding. He pulled me up so my back was against his chest again. He put a hand around my throat and kissed my cheek.

“Fuck yeah, I’ve waited so long to get a piece of this ass”

He licked my ear and then pulled out of me again. He stood up and took a few steps away. He looked down at his cock and then back at me.

“Come on, suck Coach’s cock now”

I still couldn’t believe it. I never would have guessed I’d ever be in this situation with this man. But I did as I was told and I got down on the floor. The petted the top of my head as I slurped cum residue off his cock. By this point he had globs of cum stuck in his pubes and covering his ballsack. The entire area was a sticky mess from all the cum dripping out of my hole onto him.

“Good boy, Justin”

It felt wrong but it was so hot. I cleaned off his cock and even sucked on his balls a bit so I could let his cock rest on my face while I looked up at him. My high school self would have been amazed.

He started to jack off while I gargled his balls. He stroked faster and faster until he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. He shot his load across my face, covering my nose and forehead. Luckily, I didn’t really get much near the eyes.

“Alright, in the swing now”

The other man had grown impatient and pulled me away while Coach Dave was still enjoying the end of his climax.

The guys wasted no time getting me back in the swing and tied up again. My ankles were tied to the swing straps, and my hands were tied below the swing again. I perked my head up at the feeling of another man at my hole. I watched one of the daddies go for his second turn and I felt Coach’s cum drip down to the sides of my mouth.

The man fucked as fast as he could. He grabbed a hold of both of my legs and closed his eyes. He was pretty average in size so I was able to take it pretty well. I watched drops of sweat trickle down his neck and weave down through his chest hair. I noticed a vein in his forehead starting to bulge out from all the strain.

Then he moved his hands down to grab both sides of my waist, with his thumbs touching at my belly button. I felt him gift me another load. He looked pleased with himself, having finished in time for the next activity.

“Alright, we have it, move”

The man pulled out of me and was jerked away. I looked over to see a group of guys gathering around me. One of them was holding some object. It was black and obviously silicon but I couldn’t quite make out what it was at first. It looked big. As he turned it in his hand and got around closer to my ass, I finally got the idea. It seemed to be a hollow butt plug of sorts. Shaped like a big hollow bulb that had the top cut off of it.

I assumed this was so they could keep fucking me but with a tighter sensation. After all of the double penetration, my hole was more loose and stretched than ever. The man folded the toy, basically crumpling it up. He shoved it inside my hole and stuck his fingers in to get the thing placed correctly. It was the strangest sensation ever. But it unfolded itself and took shape again inside me.

I’d never had my hole gaped or held open like that before. I felt the lining of the toy press against my insides but my hole was held wide open. I could feel the air inside me. One of the man came over to test it out.

He plunged into me with ease and I felt the pressure at my hole, just without the typical sensation of skin on skin contact. I could still feel him fill my hole and I felt his tip as it went through the other end of the toy. He squirted some lube on his dick while he fucked me. But he didn’t go for very long.

“You got the jar?”

As the man pulled out, the cop showed up again. He walked towards me holding a mason jar. There was no lid on it and it was filled about three quarters full. The mixture inside was an off-white color with a combination of different consistencies. It was semen. I could see chunks of thick white cum, and then some of it was more like a liquid. There had to have been at least two cups worth in it.

“Look here boy, we got a present for you”

He wafted the jar in front of my nose. I was able to get a good look at it but I was repulsed by the smell.

“Open your mouth”

Surely he wasn’t going to make me drink all of that. There was no way I’d do it without throwing it up. Nevertheless, I opened by mouth and he pours a little bit in. The mixture dropped out in globs. Most of it landed in my mouth, but some of it splattered on my chin and neck. The taste was foul so I swallowed quickly.

“You like that boy?”

He gave me a firm pat on the side of my face. Then a couple of the other men started messing with the swing. They adjusted the straps. My head lowered and my ass raised just a bit. I felt the missed drops of cum slide upwards along my jaw and a little bit onto my ears. The cop walked around and shoved a few fingers in the toy.

“You love having cum in your ass, don’t you boy?”

The cop shoved his hard cock inside the jar, coating it in a thick layer of other men’s seed. He pulled out of the jar and then slid himself inside the toy. The other men all smiled and watched with amusement.

“Fuck yeah, you dirty fuckin’ whore”

He pulled out of me and repeated the process. Each time he shoved his newly coated cock inside the toy, he’d give me a few quick pumps. I could feel the cum dripping through the other end of the toy, settling in my insides.

The cop kept going, repeated the process over and over. Slowly getting more cum deposited in me. Until finally, he handed the jar off to another guy and quickly started fucking me. A quick and hard pace. He squeezed my balls tight. And then he added his own load to the mixture within seconds. He gripped my balls and one of my legs tight as he shot his load.

“Alright, now we add the rest”

When he pulled out of me, he grabbed the jar back and rested the rim of it on the opening of the toy. It had to have been at least half full still. He tipped the jar and poured the rest of the mixture into my hole. I could feel my insides filling up.

“Come on boy, open up. Let it in”

There was still a tiny bit left in the jar but my hole was full. I tried to relax my abdomen. He shoved a few fingers in me to play around with it. Eventually, he got the last of it in me. Once the jar was empty, he pulled at the sides of the toy. It was a slow and delicate process, but he eventually slid the toy out of my hole like it was a funnel. A few drops were spilled but my ass was completely full.

The other men lowered my bottom half on the swing so my body was level again. I felt the cum dripping out of my hole. I tried to clench to hold it in but my hole was too stretched to control. I worried they’d make me lick up any spillage.

“Here’s your trophy”

The cop placed the toy on my stomach. I flexed, just as a natural reaction, and I felt my hole burp out even more cum.

“Alright, cover him boys”

As the cop walked away, a got surrounded by men. They jacked off around me and one by one, they unloaded on me. Over the course of maybe half an hour I was used as a cum rag. Several of the men covered my face and hair with cum while some of the others just shot their loads on my chest or stomach. A few of them would swear their tips on me to get the last drops off of them, others would just hold their tip over my lips so I could lick it clean.

The room slowly began to clear out. As the men drained their balls all over me, they’d throw on their clothes and leave. I was still bound to the swing, unable to wipe the cum out of my eyes or scratch any itches that the sticky coating had caused.

Eventually, it was just myself, Coach Dave, the cop, and one other guy. They untied me from the swing and lifted me up, keeping my body level. They moved me over by a post in the middle of the room and laid me on the floor. They pulled my hands behind my head and tied them to the post.

Then they pulled my legs back and tied my knees to my arms. My feet were up in the air and my back was extremely uncomfortable on the hard floor. Coach Dave finished tying me up tight and then caressed the side of my face.

“Such a beautiful little boy. I’ll see you next time”

He pulled on some jeans, grabbed the rest of his clothes, and walked out with the other guy. The cop was the only one remaining.

“Alright boy. I have to run some errands but I’ll be back in a while… don’t worry, I found a way to keep you entertained”

He wheeled out some kind of contraption. He began to fiddle with it. He folded pieces out, attached things, and set it up right in front of me. I knew exactly where this was headed. The last part he pulled out was a large black dildo. Thick and long, the size of a fucking horse.

Despite all the stretching and abuse my hole had been through, this thing was still a pretty tight fit. I breathed deep to relax my body and get used to the feeling of it inside me.

“I’ll be back later”

He started the machine and walked away. The massive black cock moved forward and back at a regular pace. My eyes rolled back in my head as it pressed on my prostate with each movement. Then the lights turned off and I heard the door shut and lock. I couldn’t see anything and the only noise left was the mechanical arm thrusting the dildo into me.

My lower back still had a sharp pain from the hard floor, and my arms were aching. I felt my heartbeat in my hole, which was a pleasant surprise that I had any feeling there at all. My cock was so hard it was throbbing and my entire body was glazed with cum. I felt a puddle forming on the floor around my ass from the machine fucking all of the cum out of me.

I was miserable but at the same time, uncontrollably close to a climax. The machine continued to ram my hole and my dick was squished against my stomach. I wasn’t able to touch myself, but it didn’t matter. Within minutes of the cop leaving, a rush of tingles waved over my body and my cock pulsed on its own in my jockstrap. Everything was already soaked in cum and sweat but I felt the warmth of my load as it oozed out.

I was bound tight but I felt absolute bliss for a few seconds. Until the sensation wore off and the pleasure in my hole became an overstimulation. I started squirming at the discomfort. I desperately needed it to stop, to let my body relax for a second. But there was no getting out of these ties. And the machine continued relentlessly.

I told myself to keep breathing and to stay calm. I struggled to separate my mind from my body. As the minutes went by, my body eventually adjusted to it’s new norm. The machine carried on wrecking my numb hole. I began to disassociate. I thought about Jake to keep myself together.

I lost all track of time. When the door finally opened and the lights turned on, it’s like my soul returned to my body.

“How’s the little whore doing?”

He leaned down and turned off the machine. He began tinker with it and reassemble it back into a box. When he pulled the ginormous rubber cock out of me, I felt my hole resting open. It was gaping by that point. It had been fucked and stretched for hours.

He took his time getting everything put away. When he finally got back over to me, he untied my legs from my arms. It hurt to stretch them out again. He slid my jockstrap off of me and crumpled it in his hands.

“Open”

He shoved it in my mouth and pulled out a roll of tape from behind him. He wrapped it around my head, sealing the cum soaked piece of cloth in my mouth.

“Don’t you dare fucking choke on that”

He untied my hands and stood me up only to put my hands behind my back again and handcuff me. He grabbed my arm firmly and walked us out the door. When we got outside I could see it was dark. I must have been in there for longer than I thought. His trunk was already open so he threw me inside.

“Sit still, and don’t get my car all sticky”

I tired to stay relatively still as I rolled around in his trunk. He drove us right back to the park that we left from. He put the car in park, walked around, and opened the trunk. He pulled me out by my legs and I fumbled onto the concrete parking lot, bare naked. He turned me onto my stomach and pressed a knee on my back while he took off the handcuffs.

“I’ll see you here again next week, won’t I faggot?”

I gave a muffled groan back. He spanked my ass hard before getting in his car and speeding off. I sat up on my knees and immediately looked around. It was pitch black out, not a soul in sight. It was quiet. I fidgeted with the tape until I was able to unwrap myself and spit out my underwear.

I stood up and suddenly it dawned on me that I didn’t know where to go. Charlie likely got sent a bunch of videos and I had no idea how I was going to explain myself. But I was standing butt naked in a public park at night so I needed to get home. Besides, I definitely needed to shower. A few times.

I had no idea where my phone was. Or anything for that matter. I started my resentful walk home, praying I wouldn’t be seen. When I got to the house, I knocked on the door. When it opened, I saw Jake standing there.

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Next Chapter:

Last Chapter. I get backlash from Charlie over what happened. Jake gives his thoughts on the situation as well. We reach the end of the story (catch up to current day)