One hit won't hurt

Mike had told Drake not to drop by announced again, that he would text him when his services were needed. Drake had an idea what he meant, but the lure of the drug clouded his thinking. He could not quite figure out if the sex from Mike felt great or if the drug made it feel great. It had only been a day and a half since Mike took his virginity, but his brain was craving the drug and his ass was craving Mike’s cock. ‘What the hell was wrong with him?’ The handsome boy thought, slapping his hand hard on his bare thigh.

Seth and Conner pulled up in Seth’s Jeep, breaking Drake from his thoughts. He jumped off the weathered deck and climbed into the Jeep.

“Hey man. How’s it hanging?”

“A little to the leftist Bob.” Drake responded back to Seth, causing all three boys to laugh.

They went to a small, deserted park and sat on one of the picnic tables catching up. Seth lit a joint and they passed it around. Conner took a big drag and tapped Drake on the shoulder. Drake leaned in, his lips inches from Conner as Conner blew out the smoke into the inhaling mouth of his friend.

“That is so gay, guys. Why don’t you both just make out already.” Seth chided.

Drake looked at Conner and leaned back. ‘What would the guys think if they knew he had sucked and been fucked by Mike’s cock? They sure wouldn’t be sitting here with me.’ He thought.

He looked at the difference between his friends. Conner with the longish dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had handsome features, but in a more boyish way. His 5’8 height making him slightly shorter than he was. At 150 pounds he had a lithe build. Good definition but not bulky.

Compared to Seth, with his shoulder length blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His chiseled features and muscular build at 6’ and 180 pounds, he drew stares from all the lady’s.

“I said, you remember her from school, don’t you?” The question from Seth snapped Drake back to the present.

“Who are you talking about?”

Conner coming to his aid replied, “Lisa from school. The girl Seth was just talking about fucking on the side.”

“Damn man. That’s not cool. You have a wife and kid.” Drake stated, now back in the conversation.

“Fuck that. She doesn’t put out enough anymore. Big Seth needs it more than three, four times a week.” Seth said groping his crotch.

“You never did tell us what happened with Amy at Mike’s party.” Conner inquired. “Did you get some?”

“Did our boy become a man?” Seth added.

“Let’s just say that I spent the night.” Drake said smiling broadly. Just then his phone chimed. It was a text from Mike. ‘Get your ass here.’

Drake’s face turned white. ‘What was he in for?’ “You OK bro?” Conner said with concern.

“Ah, it’s just that, well, I forgot about, I mean…”

“Jesus, spit it out already farm boy.” Seth barked.

“I was supposed to meet Amy at Mike’s right now. I am going to have to go. Can you drive me over there?”

“Dude, no. We drove way out here to hang tonight. You finally get a piece of ass and you want to run at her beck and call? You gotta teach the bitch patience. And she needs to learn, Bro’s before Ho’s.”

Conner could see the concern on Drake’s face. He could tell something was not right but had no idea what it could be. “It’s fine Seth. I really should get going too. I thought maybe we could hit that new bar on the west side when we get back.”

“Yeah, I heard about that place.” Conner’s diversion worked on the big dumb blonde. He looked over at Drake and smiled. Drake smiled back and mouthed ‘thank you.’

Seth turned the Jeep into the long driveway. “This is good. I can just get out here.” Drake blurted out, while opening the door as the Jeep was still rolling forward.

“Damn, calm down stud. Her pussy will still be warm.” Laughed Seth as he stopped the Jeep and Drake jumped out.

“Text me when you get home.” Conner yelled out as the Jeep backed out on the road.

Drake walked down the long dark driveway and up the creaky steps to the trailer. Once again, his brain was focused on getting that feeling again, mentally and sexually. He knocked on the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Drake.”

Mike opened the door as pot smoked rolled out of the dirty trailer and ushered Drake inside. He looked around and saw two other guys that he recognized from the party the other night. One looked to be about Mike’s age in his late twenties and the other in his early thirties.

“Bout fucking time whore. Didn’t I tell you to get here right away when I text you? Get your fucking clothes off.”

Drake was stunned. ‘With these other guys here? Really, right now?’ He looked at Mike with pleading eyes. ‘Slap’ Mike’s hand connected hard with the side of his handsome face, knocking his head to the side. “Did you not fucking hear me, whore? Oh, is this what you want?”

Mike held up a bottle of the special drink. Drake’s eyes locked on the bottle. “Now, get your clothes off.” Mike said flatly.

Drake kicked off his shoes. He pulled his shirt over his head and slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts and pushed them down. He stepped out of them and kneeled in front of Mike.

“See, I told you boys this whore loves cock. He has a talented mouth and can take a cock better than the other three female whores. He can bottom right out on my big tool and not even gag. And his ass is tighter than any of their pussy’s. You boys ready to help this fag on his training? He’s going to start to earn his keep tonight. Put a couple of drops of this on your cocks and he’ll suck you dry.”

Mike tossed the bottle to the Ken and he put a couple drops on his soft cock. “Get over here boy.” He snarled.

Drake stayed on his knees and moved over to the big man. He looked up at the scruffy face. “Get sucking boy, I ain’t got all night.”

The 20-year-old leaned forward and took the flaccid tool into his mouth and began to lick and suck. It soon began to grow in length and girth. “Ahhhhhh, fuck this whore is good.” He moaned.

Drake was feeling the effect of the drug and it was heightening all his nerves and sensations. The hard cock felt so good in his mouth. He licked his tongue around the swollen head and drove the tip of his tongue into the piss slit of the groaning man’s rock-hard member, driving a cry of delight from the man lips.

“I want some of this shit.” Ken’s buddy replied. He dropped his pants and grabbed his hard cock. “Get your ass up in the air, slut.” He commanded of Drake, who stood so he was bent at the waist, anxious for a hard cock to feed his hungry ass.

The man spit a couple of times between the white globes of the young stud’s ass and rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack. His leaking cock smearing the slick spit around the tight ring of the kid feasting on his buddy’s cock.

He lined up his cock and pushed it past the outer muscle of the athletic stud’s pussy. Drake groaned around the big cock in his throat as the cock at his back door pushed it’s way all the way in. “Fuck this bitch is tight. Just like you said Mike, this slut is going to earn you some bucks.” As he slammed into the bent over kid.

The two finished spit roasting the boy having dumped their loads into his young body. “Take him back to room four.” Mike ordered dipping his fingers into the drug gel and letting Drake lick it off before he followed the two to the back of the trailer.

Drake hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a door near the back of the trailer. When he followed the two through it opened into a small addition that had been built off the side of the trailer. It contained 4 small “rooms”. Doors for the rooms was a sheet hanging down. As he walked past the other rooms, he could hear the sound of sex in two of them.

He was shown to the last room on the right. He walked in to see a double bed occupying most of the space. Ken pushed him and he fell down on the mattress. “You had better please whoever comes in here, if you know what is good for you.”

Drake lay there wondering what he was talking about. Enjoying the hallucinations from the drug. It wasn’t long before a tall man walked in with Mike. “This is the one you were talking about?”

“Yep, that’s him. Damn, he looks hotter than his pic.” The man gushed. He handed Mike some cash. Mike turned and pulled the curtain shut. The man wasted no time and started taking his clothes off. He climbed on the bed and straddled the buzzed boy’s chest. He placed his cock on the red lips and said, “suck.”

Drake took him into his mouth and began to suck. Soon the tall man was thrusting his hips and fucking the young stud’s mouth and throat. He was getting close, so he pulled out and hoisted the kid’s sturdy legs up on his shoulders and plowed his cock into the hilt. Drake let out a yell in surprise at the harsh impalement. The tall man immediately began pounding away. Soon pumping the boy’s rectum with its second load of the night.

Drake hardly had any time to rest, it was one John after another using his holes for their pleasure. A couple of the John’s were really mean and slapped him around. One guy even kicked him in the gut when he was done fucking him, just because he could, I guess.

Drake had a couple of very quick showers during the night. Mike would come in on occasion and feed him some more of the mix to keep him high and receptive.

He recognized a couple of guys from the school football team, Zac and Jake, if he remembered right. They were two years behind Drake in school. They came in, noticeably drunk. They shed their clothes and climbed on the bed. “I don’t know about this Zac.” Jake slurred.

“I told you guys give better head and I bet his ass is tighter than any pussy you have had. He’s not bad looking either.” Zac said staring at the slut’s red lips. “Git sucking his cock before he wimps out.”

The buzzed whore moved to Jake and sucked the semi hard cock all the way down his throat. “Holy shit.” Jake exclaimed grabbing Drake’s hair to hold on. Drake was going to give this kid the blow job of a lifetime.

Zac smiled and moved up behind the sucking stud. He lined his young cock up to the entrance and pushed. He slid in easily to the still tight hot ass. “Oh yeah. That feels gooooodddd.” He moaned.

The two boys began thrusting into the willing stud as the spit roast got underway. The fertile young studs did not last long before they were emptying their full balls into their former classmate, though both were too drunk to recognize who he was.

“Damn you were right Zac. This fag gave me the best blow job ever.” As they pulled on their clothes. “Remember that site you found him on. We may want to do this again.” Drake heard him add as they walked out.

Drake sat up and took a deep drink of water from the bottle by the bed, his naked body still sweaty from the spirted spit roast he had just enjoyed. He had lost track on how many loads of cum that had been pumped into his young body so far that night.

He just sat the water bottle down, when the curtain was pushed aside, and Mike walked in. “You have a special guest who has paid extra for your services, so be sure to treat him extra nice. Do you understand?” Mike growled, grabbing Drakes balls in his hand and squeezing as hard as he could.

Drake dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. “Yes, yes I understand.” Drake blurted out. “He’s all yours”.

Still gasping for breath and on his knees, Drake saw a pair of tasseled loafers on the floor in front of him. He began to look up when he felt a hand grip his hair and yank his head back. The kneeling, naked, sweaty young stud looked up to see a large gut and beyond that the sneering face of Les from the car lot. “Oh god, no.” Drake cried.

“Oh yes my boy.” As Les tightened his grip on the boy’s hair and slapped him hard against his face. “You are all mine. You heard your pimp and I think he was very serious. Open your mouth.”

Drake opened his mouth, with Les still gripping his hair, holding his head tilted back, Les leaned over and hacked a huge gob of spit into the boys open mouth. “Now be a good whore and swallow that down.”

Drake thought he was going to puke. He could feel the slimy warm juice from the slobs mouth make its way to the back of his throat and he swallowed it down.

“Imagine my surprise to see your cocky face on my computer, with, appropriately enough, a cock thrusting in and out of those pretty red lips of yours. You the little tease of the car lot, always strutting around in front of me with your tight shorts stretched over your muscled bubble butt. Always shirtless when I am around, showing off to me your defined pecs and six pack, then not giving me the time of day. Only to find out you have been over here, just a few miles down the road, getting fucked and drinking cum from every cock in the county. Well, I am finally going to take my turn and you will never forget it.” The fat man sneered as he began to shed his clothes.

“Get down on the bed on your stomach, arms above your head.”

Drake’s mind was racing. He had to get out of here. There was no way he could let Les fuck him. No way that could…. ‘CLICK – CLICK. “What the fuck?” That fat fuck had handcuffed his wrists to the headboard. “No, let me go. This is not part of the deal.”

“Mike said ‘all mine’, this is just in case you get any ideas about leaving too early. First things first. You need to be punished for all the times you lead me along, teasing me, wanting me, only to leave me hanging.”

Drake felt the stubby fat hand sliding up his thigh and over the round globe of his ass. It made his skin curl knowing that Les was feeling him up. Then, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The twisted pervert was spanking him. “Ow, stop it.” Les just kept hitting him as hard as he could swing. Drake’s white ass was now completely red and the pain was getting worse.

“Damn, my hand is starting to hurt. Good thing I came prepared.” Out of the corner of his eye Drake saw his tormentor reach over and pick up a riding crop. Les raised it up high and just as Drake started to protest it came down hard and landed with a stinging slap right between the stud’s shoulder blades. Then again it came down on his lower back, then his ass, then his thighs.

Drake flipped over to save his back side and Les landed a particularly harsh blow across the boy’s heavy balls. Drake screamed out in pain again. He was crying out and sobbing now as Les continued the assault, taking two years of sexual frustration and vile out on the writhing, sobbing boy.

Finally, the beating stopped. Drake’s back, ass and thighs were covered in red swollen welts, as the handcuffed boy lay sobbing into the mattress. He felt a hand grip his hair again and pull his head back. Stubby fingers were thrust into this mouth, covered in the drug gel. Drake quickly licked it down and the drug began to subdue the pain.

The fat sweaty man moved to the handcuffs and removed them from the broken, drugged stud. Les laid down on the bed. “Get your tongue to work whore. Lick all this sweat off my body and do not miss any. Especially the sweat in my folds of fat. Start with my tits.” The big man laughed.

Drake placed his lips over the big tit of the fat man and began to suck. “That’s it boy. Get into that arm pit. I know you will find juice there. Drake moved up to the smelly arm pit and licked the sweat soaked hair. Les kept directing the boy’s mouth and tongue to various parts of his sweaty body. When he got down to his navel, Les pulled apart the rolls of fat and shoved Drake’s face in. “Lick that shit up too boy.”

Next, he pushed Drake down to his smelly cock. “Get on that cock whore. I know you have wanted it for a long time.” The young stud opened his mouth and sucked in the short but thick cock. After a few minutes Les roughly pushed him off. “I know you want to drink my seed, but I want to breed your pretty ass. Get on your back and lift your legs. I’m about to fertilize you slut.”

Drake did as he was told. The fat man climbed on top of him and lined up his cock. He had to bend the stud over farther so his cock could reach as his fat gut was getting in the way. Finally the sweaty panting man managed to line it up and he drove it all the way in with one thrust. Drake grunted with the heavy man’s weight on him and the fat cock sinking into his depths.

“You like that cock boy? Tell me how much you like that cock whore.” Les demanded, his sweat dripping down on Drake’s face and flowing like a river down his fat thrusting body.

“Your fat cock is stretching me Les. Fuck me with that fat cock. Pump your sperm into me. Breed me.” Even in his drugged state the words came out tasting like vinegar.

“Oh yeah. Take my seed you fucking tease.” Les shouted with labored breath. Les pumped his cum into the boy and collapsed on top of him.

Drake lay under the heavy man for what seemed like hours, but he was sure it was only a few minutes. ‘What the fuck, was he going to spend the night? Sleep with me?’ The thought made the stud convulse. “Come on man. Get up you’re crushing me.” Drake looked down at the fat man and lifted his chin with his hand. He looked into Les’s eyes and knew instantly that the big fat pervert was dead.

“AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH” Drake screamed and with herculean strength he threw the fat man off him and the large round naked man landed with a crash on the floor, his open eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.