My Boyfriend's Not Home

I was horny as fuck and you can’t get much hornier than that. My boyfriend, Brad, has been away for the past ten days on an important mission with the firm he works for. Not just him but the department head and four of the top alphas in the premier investment corporation, Safe-as-Houses Investment Inc. Brad is new to the company which flaunts its conservative credentials by boasting it never (knowingly) employed one of ‘them radical femmenazis or uppity homo-sexualists.’ I add the word ‘knowingly’ because Brad is as gay as rainbow glitter and twice as proud – except when it comes to keeping the best paid job of his career.

He doesn’t like it any more than I do but sometimes you have to play by the company’s rules in order to get ahead. I’m giggling. I just wrote ‘head.’ Which immediately makes me think of head jobs and how much I love sucking Brad’s brains out through his dick. It’s been waaay too long. I need his cock – like right now.

But I have to wait. He texted me he’s on his way home. His is a tense, stressful job which is why I like to be lubed up and ready to help him relax. That’s one of the only two things that have that effect on him. My cute, gym-toned body and insatiable bubble butt is one. And the company’s well-equipped gym where he can work off his irritation and frustrations is the second. Fuck, now just thinking about well-equipped (FYI: Brad is extraordinarily well-equipped) has my ass pulsing in expectation. So, also FYI, Brad has the body of an Adonis and the looks to complement it. The perfect fit to my prettier rather than masculine looks, augmented by my long hair that has me often mistaken for a woman. There were ample compensations to my appearance before I met Brad because quite a few bi-curious gents in my aerobics classes decided I was as good a shot as any to sate their curiosity. Happy days.

Not that I’m not happy now. But ten days missing your man can lead to a lot of nostalgia for the good old days of quick anonymous shags and ass-warping gangbangs. Now all that frustration is about to end. Brad is on his way home and we have our ingenious method by which I welcome him back. We created it on one of those occasions when our sex life had deteriorated into that jaded same-old, same-old. We took our relationship by the bootstraps and shook it about, considering every permutation from kink to kennel to kinesiology. My eyes glazed over and I was breathless when we discussed opening up our relationship or adding a third – neither of us had ever cheated – but even though Brad looked at my reaction strangely, he’d passed on that variation. I guess that was the right thing to do.

Had we gone that route there was plenty to choose from. Guys at the gym were forever hitting on me and ditto for Brad in his line of work even though he was playing it straight. But my ass remained tightly zipped except when Brad was around. So here I am, spread-eagled on our leather lounge, my ankles held in stirrups that we’d screwed into the back so I can recline, ass aimed at the front door. That way the first thing Brad sees on coming home is my puckered hole ready for his tongue or his cock. It makes me feel incredibly sexy but also totally depraved. I love it.

I wriggled into position, my legs spread wide, as soon as Brad texted me he was on his way, hours later than I’d expected. Because the mission had been so successful they’d stopped off for a little celebratory refreshment. I hoped not too celebratory as to make Brad incapable of pleasuring the hot ass awaiting him at home. A few drinks and he loses all inhibitions and can screw for hours. Just one extra drink and it’s limp noodle cock city.

The stirrups were mighty comfortable and I must have dozed off because the next thing I know there’s the sound of a key in the front door. I wriggled into my favorite position, attempting to get the slight cramp out of my left leg – I didn’t want to be grimacing when Brad caught sight of me. I flexed my ass muscles to make sure they were good and tight, and waited, a come hither smile plastered on my face. I know how to please my man. Hell, if I’m honest, I know how to please any man.

“Welcome…” The greeting died on my lips. It wasn’t Brad who came through the door. It was one his co-workers. The boss’s nephew, Colt, the biggest asshole of Safe-as-Houses Investment Inc. Colt was his nickname because he had turned 45 that year and thought he was still hot as a pistol although every time he blew a load he shot blanks. He’d had the snip because he was a bit too free with the ladies. He was also carried by the men in his department because he was too lazy to work for his powerful position – he believed he didn’t need to. Nepotism was his Get-Out-of-Jail Free card. That counted for a lot.

I knew what Brad’s co-workers looked like because I’d stumbled on them all making quite a rowdy nuisance of themselves in a bar where I’d arranged to meet him after work in the first few weeks of his employment. The look on his face said it all – Do Not Approach. I didn’t. I sat at the bar and watched the group. The guys were all attractive although one or two of them were carrying more weight than necessary – a result of too many fast food lunches? Colt, in particular was ripped. His business suit and button down shirt scarcely contained a body that was related to the proverbial brick shithouse. But he was arrogant with it, a real turn-off for me.

As soon as the group departed, Brad made up for ignoring me initially with the most romantic dinner ever! Followed by the best dessert in the world – his load down my throat. In the best place ever – in the restaurant. I pretended to drop my napkin and crawled under the table – I was well hidden by the linen cloth – and sucked him until his orgasm was so intense he almost blew a hole in the back of my throat.

Colt stopped dead just inside the door. “What the fuck.”

There was a murmur of other voices as Brad’s workmates pushed into the room.

“Wish my wife would greet me like that after a hard day at the office,” Marty grumbled. He was married to one of the most gorgeous women in the city – yep, Safe-as-Houses Investments Inc liked its employees married – but she was less than affectionately known as Ms. Frozen around the office.

I struggled to get free and cover my very obvious erection (when the hell had that happened?) and especially my hot, lubed inviting asshole but all I managed was to get myself impossibly tangled in the stirrups and the more I thrashed about the worse I made the situation.

“Sorry, mate. Wrong house,” Ken, the quiet one, said, attempting to usher the others back out the door.

Colt shoved him out of the way. “Fuck that. This is Brad’s house. Must be. The key fit. So what the hell is that fag doing laid out on the couch like a Christmas turkey with his ass dripping like it’s spunk gravy?”

Spunk gravy? Really? Who says that?

I’d taken a blood oath on pain of death that I would never do anything to embarrass Brad in front of his boss and co-workers – not that we thought I would ever meet them, especially not like this. His future employment depended on it and I was known sometimes for my more, let’s just say, outrageous and flamboyant behavior. And what could be more outrageous and flamboyant than being trussed up on the lounge, legs akimbo, hard cock oozing pre-cum and my asshole twitching with desire? Kill me now.

Of course, being homophobic assholes that outcome was quite possible at the hands of these social Neanderthals.

No-one made an effort to untangle me, put me out of my misery, or allow me to cover my…I was about to call it shame but a better description would have been excitement. Not often I find myself helplessly displayed in front of a group of guys who were glaring at me like a particularly nasty shit floating in the bowl.

Going for nonchalance, I croaked, “Um, where’s Brad?”

Colt pushed the group inside before closing the door. “He went to get beer so we can keep on celebrating the completion of our greatest contract ever. Gave us the keys and told us to make ourselves at home.” He looked puzzled. “So if this is Brad’s house what the hell are you doing here?”

Think fast. “Um…I’m one of his mates.”

Some of the men snickered.

Colt just got more belligerent. “Yeah? You always greet your mates like that? Nah, don’t bother answering that. You’re one of those slutty fags who think any straight man is easy pickings just by flashing your tight asshole, right?”

“Had experience, have you?” I never know when to keep my mouth shut.

He was across the room, slapped my ass so hard it must have left a red imprint, then grabbed me around the throat and squeezed. His arm brushed my cock and I dribbled more pre-cum onto his shirt sleeve. “What the fuck?” He wiped the sleeve across my face. “Filthy fuckin’ pervert.” He went to strike me across the face but Ken swiftly intercepted and held him back.

The other men looked about ready to bolt. Ken tried herding them out, “Come on, guys. Let’s go. Brad’ll sort it out.”

“We’re not going anywhere. There’s something fucked going on here.”

Oh, oh. I knew Colt detested Brad because he was new to the company but already incredibly successful in attracting valuable extra business, to the detriment of Colt’s reputation. No love lost there. I knew the others were middle-range brokers who probably seethed quietly that the new boy made them look ordinary. Not that any of them were now that I could see them close up in their disheveled business attire. They’d obviously been celebrating hard and were a little the worse for wear. That made them unpredictable. Dangerous.

The guys were buzzing. I tried covering my ass and my genitals in between attempting to wrestle the stirrups. To no avail. “How about you give me a hand and I’ll get you all something to nibble on and some coffee.”

“I have something here you can nibble on,” Colt sneered drawing attention to the outline of what he was packing by stroking it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you fag? A real man’s cock to suck?” I’m only human, my mouth watered and my ass twitched.

“How about I give him a hand?” Dil, the nastiest looking of the bunch, said crossing the room. Thank you, Dil. I relaxed. Prematurely as it transpired because Dil’s idea of a hand was a sharp open-handed swat against my exposed ass cheeks. Not satisfied with one he gave me an even half dozen until my cheeks reddened and I felt so exposed and vulnerable I shuddered. These guys couldn’t mean any real harm because Brad would be home shortly and I would…

“Fuckin’ fags.” He spat in my face.

Trust me, I couldn’t help taunting him by stretching out my tongue to lick as much of it away as I could reach. Strange, I noticed a slight lengthening in the outline of his cock highlighted by his tighter than normal trousers that also drew attention to his tight muscular ass.

The others, emboldened by Colt and Dil’s behavior pressed forward.

Colt was still having problems attempting to put the pieces together in his brain – probably not helped by having the image of my inviting asshole seared into his eyeballs. Bingo. The lights came on. His smirk was evil. “Where’s Brad’s wife, you pervert?”

“Fuck you?” I yelled, then fell right into the trap. “What wife?”

His smile said everything. “Brad told us he was married. Did he lie on his application to get the job. Hm, that’s a sackable offence.”

There was no way out of the situation. “No, he didn’t lie.”

“Then where’s his missus?” Marty asked. They didn’t seem to have puzzled it out quite yet although I was sure Colt had.

“I’m his missus,” I sighed.

“What the fuck?” Logan squawked.

“How can that be?” Marty asked. “You do drag or something?”

How do you deal with Neanderthal city? “No, I don’t do drag.”

Marty turned to the others. “He’d make a pretty girl.” When he saw their reaction he backtracked. “Not that I’d fuck him, even in a dress.”

Logan persisted. “So how can you be his wife?”

“You forget we just had a very expensive and unnecessary postal vote about marriage equality?” I paused to stop my mouth from going where it shouldn’t. Too late. “Oops, silly me, I forgot you probably don’t know how to make a tick in a box so you probably didn’t vote at all.”

He went red in the face. “You know what we do to fags like you?”

Sarcasm is not your friend in a situation like this. “Let me guess, you fuck ’em up real bad. Put ’em in hospital. Makes you feel hyper masculine.”

If looks could kill.

Colt came to my rescue. “Don’t scare him.”

That did scare the bejeezus out of me. Colt obviously had a much more painful option in mind. Something that would screw both me and Brad.

“Look, leave Brad out of this and you can do what you want to me.” I had visions of ending up in hospital, my bones broken, my pretty face battered. It was a small price to pay.

Colt patted me on the head. “We can do what we want with you anyway, mate. You can’t get away.”  Turning to the others, “None of you guys like Brad, right?” There were mumbles of agreement only Logan loudly vocal in his response. “He’s been an asshole since the day he started. Making us look bad. Always going on about his perfect home life.  Well, you can see how perfect his home life is spread out in front of us. Perverted fagdom, that’s his home life. You know what the company thinks of fags. Hell, it reflects what we think of fags. Right?”

More mumbles of agreement. “Right?” Colt yelled in an attempt to rally the troops.

They shouted on demand. Fuckin’ sheep. I could see why Brad was the best in his department after just a few months.

Colt purred. “Normally we’d fuck over a fag like this one.” He yanked my long hair for emphasis. “If he complained to the police we’d just use that old standby: ‘Gee, officer, the fag propositioned me, made a grab for the family jewels. I saw red and panicked. Beat the shit out of the little fucker.’ Gay panic defense. The company’s expensive legal team would convince everyone we were heroes for beating up the little fag.” The group looked as if they’d be up for that. “But,” he continued, pausing for effect. “In order to do that we gotta stick together. Get our stories straight.”

They were talking about me as if I wasn’t even there although Colt was running his hand across my ass cheeks. I couldn’t help it, I shuddered. My cock drooled. Okay, so I’m a shallow slut. How could I be turned on when this was my life, or at least serious injury, they were talking about.

“But,” Colt said ominously, “what if rather than fuck this fag over we just fuck him?”

I was just as surprised as the others, some of whom looked a little green at the idea.

“No, hear me out guys. I know you aren’t fags but a tight asshole is second only to a tight cunt.” There spoke a man from experience. “Okay, so it’s not a chick’s ass but flip the fag over and with his long hair you’d swear it was a chick’s hole.”

Yeah, right, as long as you can ignore the cock and balls dangling between my legs. I may be somewhat femme and twinky but there’s a fair bit of man meat down there. Not that I was about to interrupt Colt’s fantasy.

“That way we get to ruin this fag’s asshole. Show him how real men, straight men, fuck. Hard and deep. Wreck him big time by the time we finish. Fill him full of manjuice, fuck his throat until he chokes. Cover his face with our spunk.” Colt was definitely getting off on his little fantasy. His voice became huskier, the effect hypnotic,  as he described what the group could do to me in the way of sexual depravity,  some of the men falling under the spell, surreptitiously adjusting their package.

“The pretty little fag will enjoy it. Even if he doesn’t, who the fuck cares? We’ll relieve a lot of our fuckin’ tension in his ass, and we’ll destroy not only this fag cunt but Brad as well and his perfect relationship. We’ll send pictures of the fag out on social media after we’ve fucked him. When Brad comes home and sees his so-called wife covered in our spunk we’ll tell him his boyfriend begged for it. Relationship over. Plus we’ll let management know that Brad’s so-called marriage is a farce. Brad’s career? Also over.”

Logan was first. “I’m in.”

Some of the others took a little more convincing.

“You don’t have to fuck him,” Colt said. “But look what you’ll be missing out on.” He slid two fingers into my asshole. The penetration took me by surprise and I arched my back which forced my ass down on his fingers so he penetrated even deeper.

“So fuckin’ tight,” Colt cooed. “It’ll be a real pleasure to split him open. But choices, choices, look at his mouth. Soft cocksucking lips. I bet his throat is like velvet.” For emphasis, he withdrew his fingers from my ass and ran them lightly across my lips before shoving them roughly in my mouth. They tasted of KY but I sucked them like my life depended on it. Colt was surprised by my enthusiasm but recovered quickly. “Hey, Marty, I know your missus don’t give blowjobs but if it’s one thing faggots are good at it it’s giving head. Bet he can deep throat, swallow your cock down to your balls. If I’m any judge of character, he swallows.” Marty shuddered at the thought. I ran my tongue along Colt’s fingers as seductively as possible, showing off: I’d do anything to avoid a trip to the hospital. I might be able to save myself from physical harm but there was little hope for Brad’s career or our relationship. Unless I could convince him I was coerced into what was to happen.

Colt was winding up his pitch. “And if his ass and his mouth don’t tempt you, then just blow your load over his pretty face. Okay? This is all in or none in. We bash him there’s gonna be repercussions though we’ll win in the end. If we fuck him it’s a win-win-win for us. We get our rocks off, we fuck his marriage, and Brad gets his career fucked. Everyone in?”

Dil was the remaining sceptic. “What if Brad walks in while we’re doing his boyfriend?”

“Brad told us to make ourselves at home, and we wouldn’t want to be ungrateful guests now would we?”

“I don’t think this is what he had in mind,” Dil mumbled.

Colt leaned forward and thrust two fingers back into my ass. It burned my entrance and I grunted. “The guy’s panting for it. Look how his ass clenches round my fingers.” Lucky I was well lubed or it would have hurt a lot more than it did. Like a trained performer I clenched my sphincter as he dragged his fingers out.

I was troubled by the glazed look in Logan’s eyes. “I bet he could take a whole fist if he really tried.” I looked at his large hairy hands. It would be like having a small domestic pet shoved inside me.

It was time to make my plea for mercy. “Come on, guys, you’ve had your fun embarrassing me. Now let me up and I’ll get you coffee. Brad’ll be home soon and…” I left the idea hanging because I had no idea how he’d react to his work mates slobbering over me naked. Let alone Colt’s fingers playing concertos on my ass and an increasing number of bulges in men’s tight trousers. 

Colt snickered. “Brad will be gone for ages. Nothing’s open around here so he’ll have to go most of the way into town before he finds beer. By the time he gets back…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to. Had I been able to break free I could have escaped but with my feet tangled I had no hope. I was at their mercy. And, god help me, didn’t that turn me on.

I’d put up a struggle for appearance’s sake but in the end they could do what they wanted with me…and didn’t it make me feel guilty that I wanted it too. Pity they were slow as buggery getting about it. Only Colt seemed really enthusiastic, the others hovering on the periphery waiting to see how things progressed.

If I couldn’t escape then I’d do what it took to make the best of the situation. Maybe I could salvage our relationship if not Brad’s job, but I’d have to step up my game if I wanted results before Brad got home. I knew exactly how far he’d have to drive to find a liquor store that was open this time of the night and approximately the time for the journey there and back.

WTF was Brad thinking? He knows how horny I get and that I’d be itching to get his cock inside me the moment he walked through the door. Amazing how forgetful a skinful of beer can make a boyfriend.  Well, fuck him for being so careless. Nah, fuck me.

Time to get this show on the road. “He’ll kill you bastards when he finds out. If you lay a finger on me--”

“How about a finger in you? Better yet, three fingers in you?” Colt laughed at his own joke.

“You better not think about shoving your cock in my ass. Brad’ll massacre the lot of you.”

Colt continued to massage my prostate making my cock slit ooze. “Gay guys like you are all sluts at heart. Can’t get enough cock in your tight little holes. Fuckin’ begging for it.”

Dil looked queasy. “Boss, I think we should go. This has gone far enough. We got enough info on Brad to get his ass kicked from here to next year. You know Human Resources will have our jobs for sexual harassment if he complains.”

Colt laughed loudly. “He won’t complain. He’ll be begging us to fuck him every which way by the time we finish. Look at him. Cock hard as nails, drooling at the thought of getting his prostate reamed by all your hard cocks.”

I gave it my best theatrical sneer. “In your dreams, asshole.”

“I’m a great believer in dreams coming true, slut” Colt spat back. “See if you can rustle up some booze, Marty. You guys pull up a few chairs and watch what happens when you make a slut gasp for it.”

Dil, Logan and Ken perched themselves on the floor and in the armchairs nearby, drawing them closer to the action.

“Here, Ken, you take over while I get more comfortable.”

Ken looked uncomfortable. “I dunno boss. It doesn’t seem right.”

Colt was having none of it. “Does it seem right that you’ll be looking for a new career if you don’t do what you’re asked? I draw your attention to your contract that spelled out your obligations. ‘And any tasks deemed necessary for the execution of your duties.’ I think that’s pretty straightforward.”

Still Ken hesitated. “Look.” Colt turned to the men. “If we all stick together nothing will come of this. We’ll take a video of the slut begging to be fucked. We’ll use it if Brad finds out ’cause this cock whore will never complain. He’ll try to save his relationship if he can’t save his boyfriend’s job.”

He must have read my mind. “You bastards,” I growled in my butchest tones. “I’ll get you for this. I’ll have your asses on a plate.”

Colt grabbed my throat again. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re our little fuck toy for the next hour or so and you’ll do what we say.”

His threats just made my cock harder. “Or what, big man?”

Colt chuckled. “You’ll get to see just how big a man I am.”

 I snorted my contempt but any response from Colt was cut short by Marty coming back into the living room with a couple of bottles, namely Brad’s prize bourbon and Russian vodka. “There’s no beer and no mixers but this should keep the party going.” He put the liquor on the coffee table and went to retrieve glasses.

“This is more like it,” Logan said, getting into the mood.

Marty returned with tumblers and packets of crisps and crackers and salsa dip that he’d scrounged from the pantry. It really was taking on a real party atmosphere. All we needed was a few crepe hats and streamers. Logan broke open the bourbon and took a huge swig as if he needed Dutch courage. Then he poured himself a large tumbler full of liquor. “Here, give me that,” Colt demanded. Logan handed it over reluctantly, I thought.

The guys were helping themselves to liquor and snacks they seemed more interested in than in me. “Wanna give me a drink? Lying here with my ass on view is tiring work.” That got their attention.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Colt replied. “We haven’t forgotten you.” He held the bottle to my lips and upended too much vodka down my gullet. It burned its way down my throat, my explosive choking cough almost bringing it all up again. Once I could control my gasping it certainly helped mellow me out.

Okay, deep breath. “So, who’s the brave man that’s gonna wreck my ass first?”

Nobody volunteered. I turned to Colt. “Guess that leaves you big man.”

Shucking off his coat and pulling down the fly on his trousers, fumbling inside his briefs to extract a rather large cock that was already hard and throbbing, he said smugly, “It’ll be my pleasure,” he laughed. “And yours.”

I guessed none of the guys wanted to strip naked in front of their co-workers although they must have in their workplace gym. This, of course, was a very different situation. Logan had his cock out, leisurely stroking it as he helped himself to chips and dip. I didn’t think kissing was on the cards but I didn’t want that salsa mouth round my dick. Not gonna happen.

“No fuckin’ way are you getting that monster in my ass,” I whined as Colt ran it up my crack. I was exaggerating. I’d taken bigger but a little flattery plus a dare would help move things along.

Colt just laughed and pushed the head of his cock against my slick hole. “No way,” I screamed. “You fucker! Get that away from me. I’ll scream.” He pushed, sliding all the way inside me in one move. Yep, it did hurt a little because I’d flexed my sphincter in a show of keeping him out, giving him obstruction enough he’d think I was non-consenting. As he pushed forward I relaxed so he wouldn’t damage me inside. A loud theatrical scream of “Fuck! Take it out. It’s too big. You’re ripping me open,” played to his ego and also meant I could testify (not that it was ever likely to come to that) that he’d forced himself on me. Truth is, his cock felt good. More than good, damn him. I thrashed about as if attempting to escape which only managed to embed his cock farther inside my guts. I pushed my fists against his chest as if to ward him off but really just to grab his shirt and tear it open. He was a magnificent specimen, a soft smattering of hair across his mouth-watering pecs, his biceps enough to crush any resistance out of me. My god, what I could do with this man if he was really open to gay sex for pleasure instead of punishment.

He grabbed my throat and squeezed. “Shut the fuck up!” His face was over mine as he pumped savagely in and out of my asshole hitting my prostate often enough to have me swooning. I knew he was attempting to make it as painful as he could for me but then he slowed down, really getting off on the feeling of fucking me. “Holy shit! This is the best ass I’ve ever fucked. If I wasn’t straight I’d marry the fag just for his ass. I bet his throat is just as sweet. Logan, get up here on the couch and fuck his face.”

It took a bit of maneuvering but eventually Logan managed to stand over me and lower his cock into my mouth. “I’m next,” Marty said as if afraid he’d miss out. If Colt seemed to be a connoisseur of sex, Logan was his antithesis. My mouth was merely a receptacle for his cock and then as fast as possible, his sperm. He was fucking my face at an odd angle, stabbing my palate and my throat with his sizeable cock, choking me making me gag.

“Dude, if you take it slower and not like a bull at a gate, you’ll enjoy it more,” Colt suggested, pulling his cock out of my ass. “I can’t do it like this. Looking at your scrawny ass, Logan, while I’m fucking the fag is just not doing it for me. Here, get off him for a minute.”

Logan withdrew and slumped off the couch allowing me to catch my breath, my chin covered with mucous from the pummeling I’d endured.

Colt looked me over. “If you promise to be a good boy we can make you more comfortable and we can all enjoy ourselves.” I was up for that, although I’d have to make a break for it as soon as I could. “Promise you won’t try to escape?”

Coughing as if to get the taste of Logan out of my throat, I nodded consent.

“Help him out of those ankle straps, then we can do him doggy fashion and you guys won’t have to look at his faggy face.” That might have suited the others but I had the feeling Colt liked the look of my sweet femme features. I wasn’t about to call him on it.

They manhandled me off the lounge and onto the floor. I was wobbly on my feet at first having been in the spread-eagled position for a longer period of time than normal. Once I’d regained my balance I made a half-hearted break for it, more for show than anything else, but I didn’t get far before Logan tripped me up. None of the others, bar Colt of course, seemed perturbed that I might get away. So far they hadn’t really become physically involved.

Logan hauled me to my feet. “Don’t try that again, pretty boy, or I will really will shove my fist up your back passage and ruin you for good.”

I did wonder who he’d practiced on.

“Marty, clear the coffee table. I’ve got an idea.” Marty, ever obedient, had the snacks and alcohol moved to the dining nook at the speed of lightning so eager did he seem to get his turn at my mouth. Colt grabbed some cushions from the couch and placing them on the coffee table commanded me to kneel on them with my ass vulnerable at one end and my mouth at the other as I bent forward. I was at cock height so no-one would have to stoop.

“You take his mouth Marty. And you can have his ass for a while, Ken. I don’t want to ruin him for the rest of you.” Colt was dictating who did what to me. I heard a couple of whispered gripes.

“Um, if it’s all the same to you, Colt, I’d rather just, ah, get a blow job. Fucking his ass just seems a bit too gay to me.”

“You suggesting something, eh Ken?” Colt asked.

“No, no, don’t get me wrong. I don’t fuck chicks in the ass either so…” he shrugged.

“I’ll tag his ass, Colt. Marty can have his mouth.” Dil sounded confident but then spoiled the effect by adding, “It won’t turn me gay will it if I like it?”

“I’m loving the feel of his ass squeezing my cock, you think I’ve turned gay?” Colt glared, defying him to say it had.

Dil was already stroking his cock to erection. “Hell no, you’re the bluest blooded hetero I’ve ever met.” He moved it to my mouth. “Slick it up, fag. Get it nice and moist before I stick it in your ass.” I didn’t have to be asked twice and slobbered all over his shaft, licking his piss slit, wishing I could have my way with his balls. But as soon as he was hard enough he moved behind me and without fanfare prodded his cock against my asshole and pushed. I saw stars for a moment before he got himself positioned comfortably. “Fuck, you’re not wrong, mate, that is one sweet ass.”

I felt every inch of him as he pounded into me, unfortunately missing my prostate at every stroke but still filling me with hot hard cock. Only problem was – my mouth was empty.

“For fuck’s sake, Marty, get over there and fuck his face. We haven’t got all day,” Colt sounded impatient. Perhaps he expected Brad home soon.

Marty poked his cock in my face tentatively. I stuck my tongue out to lick the head and he shuddered. He was obviously unused to anyone putting their mouth round his long thick cock. My mouth watered at the sight but he was so tentative my tongue barely touched it. “Come on, Marty, put it in my mouth. I’m gagging for it!” I moaned in frustration.

No sooner spoken than done, aided somewhat by Colt steering Marty into me. I would have thanked him if my mouth hadn’t been full, so I acknowledged his help with a quirk of my eyebrows. Marty gasped, Marty panted, Marty shuddered, and Marty blew his wad in almost record time he was so excited. After I’d sucked out every spoonful of his sweet jizz, I licked his prick clean but he pulled out of my mouth quickly he was so sensitive, quickly zipping up and moving aside, mumbling, “He’s all yours, Ken.”

Ken was the most reluctant of all of them to be physically involved so when he pushed his cock in my face it was almost completely limp. I licked the underside, I sucked the knob, I did everything from my bag of tricks but he remained resolutely uninterested. I thought of sucking his dick into my mouth as was and pretending he’d blown a load, thus relieving him of any embarrassment. Sometimes guys who can’t perform became violent. I had one last trick. I reached out and pulled him forward, holding his dick aloft as I headed for his balls. He was stunned. I guess he’d never thought of his testicles as an erogenous zone before. He did now. “Holy fuck. Where did you learn to do that?” His cock, obviously upset at missing out, suddenly stiffened and beat against my face to gain attention. I turned my expertise to his shaft after giving his balls a good workout, swallowing it whole. Okay, that was showing off but he was loving it. He held the back of my head and started to thrust gracelessly.

Dil, pounding my ass as if he’d never fuck again in this lifetime, jerked my body forward to choke on Ken’s cock with every thrust. I was in hog heaven.

Eventually Ken let out a wail like a horny banshee and I felt his spunk squirt into the back of my throat. Holding my head tight against him until his balls emptied, he stumbled as he pulled out of my mouth, sitting heavily in an armchair, his slimy cock hanging limp from the fly of his trousers.

Dil filled the silence with profanities. “Fuckin’ fag scum, take my cock. I’m gonna fuck you till you pass out, you fucker.” I heartily approved of his verbal dexterity. There’s nothing more cum invigorating than good porn dialogue and Dil seemed a master of it. “I’m gonna fill your ass with my hot spunk. Fill you till you overflow, then wipe my cock on your fag face. How do ya like the sound of that, cunt?”

I would have told him I liked the sound of that just fine but Colt decided it was time he had a taste of my mouth action. He was a big boy and I felt it touch the sides all the way down my throat, my face impaled on his prick until I thought I’d choke and pass out. He let me go at the last moment and I gasped for air, mucous running down my chin, my eyes watering like they’d never stop. 

“I like how you look, boy,” Colt said gazing down at me. “All fucked out. But I bet you still want more, don’t you?”

I coughed to clear my throat. “Bet your sweet ass, I want more. I want cock in my ass until I can’t sit down for leaking man slime.”

“You’ll get your wish, fag boy. We’ll rip you a new asshole. Fill you with spunk until you beg us to stop. Fill your stomach with our spooge. You think it’s gonna be over tonight, well think again. When Brad dumps your sorry ass we’ll be waiting, boy. You’re gonna be our cum dump, our sex boy toy. You’ll do everything we want. If Logan wants to shove his fist up your ass, you’ll beg him for it. Got that?”

I nodded because I was still trying to get my breath back.

“Can’t hear you,” Colt said.

“Yes, sir,” I bellowed as best I could.

In the background I heard a door open and close. For a moment I thought Brad was home but I realized when I heard Colt curse it was probably Ken and Marty sneaking out.

“Jesus Christ,” Dil yelled and I felt his orgasm rocket into my ass. He must have been saving himself and I was the lucky recipient. He collapsed on my back until his breathing evened out then he yanked out his cock, spunk oozing down my leg.

“I’m off, guys. See you at work. Don’t think it hasn’t been. If you guys decide to keep this sweet fag ass on tap, let me know. I’ll be there.”

Three down, two to go. The two biggest bastards of the lot.

“Heads or tails,” Colt asked.

“You’ve had both so I think I should get a turn at his ass first, then his throat. What do ya say?”

“I say let’s get more comfortable.” With that, Colt began removing his clothes. Fuck, he was fit. I wished Logan was within sight so I could see if he was the same. No matter, his cock was in my ass a few moments later.

“Come on, guys. Give it to me hard. I want to feel it. I want the smell of cum, the taste of cum, I want to drown in it.”

“Maybe you will one day,” Colt said. I thought I heard his brain hatching some sort of evil plan.

“Shit, you weren’t wrong about his ass, Colt. This is super sweet. Badest fag ass I ever fucked. Yeah, you’re right, mate, we gotta keep this on tap.”

“Just you, me and Dil,” Colt said, holding my nose until I opened my mouth to breathe before shoving his cock in to his balls. Luckily, I’d taken a good lungful of air and I took everything he gave me and silently begged for more.

Logan fucked like it was an Olympic sport, electrifying my body by hitting my prostate more often than I’d ever previously experienced. He and Colt kept up a steady flow of obscenities and fantasy about my future as their fuck toy until Colt unloaded in my mouth and Logan’s cock spewed in my ass adding to the dumps that had gone before.

In the silence when they both paused for breath, I heard the front door open.

“What the fuck is going on here? What are you guys doing to my boyfriend?” Brad was home.

Colt decided on sarcasm. “If you can’t tell what we’re doing to your slut then you’ve been doing it wrong.”

“He begged us for it,” Logan said.

Brad looked at me. “Did they force themselves on you?”

I hung my head in shame. “Yeah.”

“Fuckin’ liar,” Colt muttered. Then he stretched his body to full alpha height. “Doesn’t really matter. Your career is as fucked as your boyfriend.”

Brad smiled. Not the sort of smile you want to be on the receiving end of. I could see he was excited. His cock was straining against the fly of his trousers. He rubbed it through the material.

“Why don’t you two sit and watch for a minute – I’m horny as fuck watching you two doing Samson over – and then we’ll have ourselves a nice little discussion about how fucked you and your cronies are, Colt.”

Colt snorted and went to grab his clothes from the floor. Brad kicked them out of his reach. “You too, Logan. Don’t even think about leaving. I’ll call the cops.”

Sheepishly, they both sat naked on the lounge, attempting to hide their limp dicks.

“On Your back, slut,” Brad commanded.

I slid on the coffee table and hoisted my legs in the air, my ass oozing the earlier deposit. Without any preliminaries, Brad unfastened his trousers, pulled them and his boxers down until he could step out of them and in a swift movement had his cock at my entrance and pushed. He slid in smoothly.

“Feels so hot inside,” he said. “That must be your cum I can feel around my cock, Logan. Slimy man lube.”

Unexpectedly Brad leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, licking Colt’s residual cum from my mouth. “Mm, tasty.” That seemed to spur him on to greater thrusts until he had me edging over and over again. His cock was bringing me to the greatest orgasm of my life.

“Come on, babe, now” he encouraged and cum shot out of my cock all over my chest and my stomach as I felt Brad deposit a load inside me.

He pulled out, stood and walked toward the duo on the lounge. “Now, let’s talk turkey. Logan, suck my cock clean.”

“Fuck off, loser.”

“Colt?”

“I don’t think so.” He folded his arms across his chest and I noticed his cock was at half- mast.

“Okay, we can play it hard ball, if you like.”

Colt got his courage back. “I’m getting dressed, walking out of here and on Monday at the office we’ll see your ass fired so fast you won’t know what hit you.”

Logan took that as his signal to reach for his clothes.

“I really wouldn’t if I were you, Logan. Or you either, Colt.” There was something cold and authoritative in his voice that made them both pause. He barely raised his voice when he said. “Now sit the fuck down!”

They were so surprised they did as instructed.

“We’re going to have a little chat. I’ll get around to your accomplices over the weekend. They’re small beer, you two are what interests me.”

“Can we cut to the chase, I’ve got a home to get back to,” Colt bluffed.

Brad was ominous. “Maybe not for much longer. A home to get back to I mean. Not if I tell your families what you two have been up to.”

Colt snorted. Logan looked ill.

“Like anyone would believe you after we tell them about your slut here.”

“Well, unlike you, Colt, I have footage to back up my argument.”

“Footage?” Logan stuttered.

“You see, I didn’t need to head kilometers out of my way to pick up beer for a party. The garage has quite a few slabs so all I had to do was grab a couple and bring them inside. Imagine my surprise when I see my work mates forcing themselves on my boyfriend. I had my phone with me so I thought I should film what was happening for posterity because it sure looked like you were forcing poor Sam here to do things he really didn’t want to. Am I right, babe?”

I kept a straight face. “Oh, yeah.”

“You won’t show my wife, will you?” Logan was practically begging.

“Well, you did refuse to clean my cock with your tongue…”

Logan was on his knees crawling toward Brad quicker than a streak of lightning.

“Get back on the lounge, Logan. You had your chance.”

“So, what is it you want?” Colt asked. He was ready to negotiate.

“You’re a sensible man, Colt. And you look horny as fuck ploughing your cock in my boyfriend. I think I’d like to see that a bit more often.”

I stared at Brad. He winked. I mouthed, “You bastard.” He’d set the whole thing up.

“Did you enjoy the guys fucking you, babe,” Brad asked. “The truth.”

“I fucking loved it!”

“Mm, I thought you might. Wanna do it again?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Good.” Brad turned to the two on the lounge. “Here’s how it’s gonna be. You, Colt, will go see your uncle over the weekend and tell him you think your skills are better suited to another area of the company. Human Resources. Advertising and Promotion. Anywhere but the position you’re in now. You will tell him what a great job I did on the new account and tell him I’m the perfect person to take your place. If he hesitates, you’ll tell him I’ve had offers elsewhere and I will take some of the contracts with me. Got it?”

“So far. Never liked that department anyway.” I could see Colt was intrigued, probably waiting for the punishments.

“You will also inform management that you have found the ideal person to manage the staff gym. You will convince them they need an onsite manager who can help with equipment maintenance, take classes in aerobics and what not, and generally keep the staff in shape. That person will be Sam. Understood?”

WTF? I’d been looking for a permanent position for months.

Colt sneered, obviously uncomfortable that he wasn’t in control. “Anything else?”

“Oh, yes. Now comes the best part.” Colt and Logan flinched at the prospect. “You will both continue to fuck Sam on a regular basis, either at the company gym or here at our home. I will be in attendance to watch. I’ve discovered that watching Sam fucked senseless by other men gets me horny as fuck. Sometimes I’ll join in, sometimes I’ll just watch.”

“You want us to fuck your boyfriend? Are you serious?” Colt sounded flabbergasted.

“Uh huh. We got a deal?”

“Hell, yeah. I’ll fuck Sam’s hot ass every chance I get.”

“Logan?”

He had a look of utter disbelief on his face. “You’re not gonna tell my wife?”

“Not if you agree to keep fucking my boyfriend.”

“That’s it? No hard feelings, no repercussions over what we did tonight.”

“Nah. Speaking for myself, I enjoyed every moment of watching my own live porn show. Took a lot of self-control not to join in earlier. And I’m pretty sure Sam loved it too.”

I tried not to make my nod of agreement too enthusiastic.