Charlie loosens the rope around Bram’s torso, pulls him forward and pushes him to his knees. “You ready to suck my dick?”
He unbuckles his Levi’s, unzips and pushes them down to his ankles. He is wearing tightey-whiteys that are no longer white but dirty gray with yellow stains on the front. He ties his prey’s hands behind is back.
Bram’s horrified face says it all as he wonders what it will take to get out of this mess. He decides to try bonding with his attacker. “Please, no, wait, stop. Ya know I’m on your team. I’m not gay. The only reason I fucked Petey is because he made me. Why don’t you make him suck you instead? He gives amazing BJs and I’ve never done it.”
What a shitty thing to do to your best friend, even under the circumstances, but I understand where he’s coming from. He really is straight and sucking Charlie’s cock would be a much bigger deal for him than it would be for me.
Charlie laughs and hovers over him. “Thanks for telling me that, asshole. That makes this even hotter. Making a straight guy blow me — great, that’s my favorite thing ever.”
Bram isn’t going gently into Charlie’s plans for him. He blurts out a “fuck you” and tries to break free. “You two creeps should be ashamed of yourselves. Untie us right now and let us go or I’ll call the cops when we get out of here.”
His outburst has made me nervous as I’m thinking he is making things worse.
Charlie and Larry erupt in laughter.
“Right. Ya know, we’re good friends with the cops out here. When we tell them you fucked pretty boy over here on my property and in full view of other hikers, who do you think they’ll believe — you two perverts or us?”
“Since you claim you’re straight, let’s find out. While you’re sucking me off, Larry is going to fuck your ass. If you love a dick in your mouth and up your ass, we’ll know you’re not straight.”
Bram tries a last-ditch maneuver. “I have money — I’ll pay you to let me go.”
Charlie ignores him and beckons Larry closer. He makes a slicing motion with his hand and says “Cut off his girly underwear.”
They push Bram face down and Larry cuts off his briefs and throws them aside. “Hand me a piece of rope,” Charlie says and ties Bram’s hands behind his back. Charlie kneels in front of his face and grips the sides of his head. He pulls down his tightey-whiteys and pushes his cock against Bram’s lips.
“You better open your mouth or I’ll beat your ass. You’re catching a break because I’m circumcised and don’t have dick cheese like Larry. if you don’t do what I want, I’ll make you clean his filthy dick with your tongue.”
Bram, his ass naked in the mountain air, knows there is no way out and opens his mouth, letting Charlies’s long cock slide inside.
“Attagirl, keep that sucker open and I’ll do all the work. “First, let’s find out if you have a gag reflex. If you don’t, we’ll know you’ve had practice sucking dick. Charlie pushes his cock deeper inside untll the tip reaches Bram’s throat. He gags and dollops of saliva drool from his mouth. Charlie retreats and waits. “I guess you are straight,” he says.
Bram’s face reveals how much he is hating what’s going down. It’s about to get worse.
“Larry, get over here and get behind him.”
Bram knows what’s coming “Please, no. I can’t. I never have. I won’t let you fuck me. I’ll tighten up so you won’t get inside.”
“Ya think so?” Larry laughs. How about I tenderize your ass until you change your mind.”
Larry pulls his belt out of his jeans and the first strike on Bram’s buttocks makes a loud thwap.
“That’s one. Ready for two?” and another twap is heard. “Three! four! Are you ready for five?” Whaddyasay, tiger, you want more?”
Bram is squirming and his ass is on fire. He caves. “OK, you win.”
“That’s what I want to hear. Didn’t take long. Wish you could see how red your ass is. Still, you pissed me off and that means I’m going to fuck you without lube like I did in the Marines.”
Larry rubs his dick along the hairy crack. “The more you fight it, the worse it’ll be, so don’t. Push out like you’re on the toilet. That should help me get my beer can dick inside.”
Bram feels foreskin rubbing up and down his crack, settling at his hole.
“Ready or not, here it comes,” Larry brays, with obvious cruelty.
It’s not going in easily, but Bram resolves to take it without screaming to lessen Larry’s sadistic pleasure.
Larry pushes one inch inside and is met by the tight sphincter. “Loosen up. I told you not to fight it. Push your hole outward or I’ll rip you apart.”
Three inches move inside, then four. Bram grits his teeth and concentrates on blocking out the pain. It seems to be working as Larry pushes all the way inside.
“Don’t forget about me,” Charlie’s says, and pinches Bram’s nose until he opens his mouth.
“My dick will be a distraction while Larry works your ass. You better suck it good.”
Bram tastes precum oozing from Charlie’s dick.
While Larry continues plowing Bram’s hole, Charlie settles into a rhythm, sliding almost to Bram’s throat before retreating. Bram doesn’t gag and he isn’t disgusted anymore, even with the healthy dose of precum in his mouth. It’s a taste he never experienced before and it’s turning him on in a way he had never imagined.
“This guy is pretty good for a first-time cocksucker,” Charlie tells Larry. “Let’s see if we can both fill him with cum at the same time. Let me know when you’re ready.”
As they spit-roast my best friend, I’m feeling left out and I’m envious. I wish I were the one taking their dicks.
Larry tells Charlie that he’s a minute away and his buddy speeds up the pace. I’m ready, too, let’s breed this pansy who thinks he’s straight.”
At the same moment they shoot off inside their prey.
“You better not spit out my precious cum,” Charlie warns. “Swallow now.” When Bram screws up his face, Charlie squeezes his nose until he can’t breathe. “Swallow it.”
Bram’s Adam’s apple confirms that Charlie’s cum has moved to his belly.
“My cum will seep out of your hole and you’ll be all wet back there,” Larry gloats. “Think of my load when you get home.”
It’s finally over.
They untie them. “Put your clothes back on and get the fuck out of here,” Charlie barks. “If we see you two on my land again, we won’t be so nice.” They head to their truck.
“Petey, let’s go,” Bram says, and we get dressed and head to my Range Rover.
“Fucking sick fucks,” Bram says.
“Yeah, that was horrible,” I say, but secretly I’m thinking about heading back here next weekend, this time without Bram.
THE END
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