This is a story inspired by one of my readers and some of his fantasies. Enjoy.
R got to the club just after midnight. He was nervous but he knew he wanted to be there, he knew it was something he had wanted to do for a long time. Sex clubs had always interested him and he had often imagined being led into situations with women that he was scared to try but something about the idea of a club devoted to nothing but sex made it seem easier.
He got in and checked his coat. There was a woman at the checkout wearing a skin-tight dress. She had pink hair that was distracting. He realized he didn't know where to go in the place so he said, “Uh...can you tell me where things are?”
She smiled and said, “Well, darling, women are over there and men are over here.” She indicated two short hallways with a door at the end. What she said seemed to make sense, so he went toward the door for men. He heard her voice behind him say, “Are you sure?”
He turned, puzzled, then just shook his head. He felt sure, anyway, so he opened the door and went into a little sitting room that had couches and chairs and a bar. There was a bartender there and one other guy sitting with a glass of wine. R went to the bar and said, “Just a coke, please.”
The bartender was beefy and wearing a leather vest. He had big gold studs in his nipples that were distracting to R. He took his coke and sat in the armchair wondering where the women were. The other guy, sipping his martini, looked at him and grinned. “Your first time?”
R felt relieved to be talking to someone. “Yeah. You?”
The guy put his drink down and said, “Second, actually. The first time was amazing, so I came back. You'll have a good time, I'm sure.”
Sipping coke for a while, R finally said, “Where do I go?”
The other guy smiled and said, “Go through any door,” and he indicated the three doors in the room, “You'll find something interesting.”
With a nod, R finished his coke and put it on the table. He got up and said, “Well, now or never, I guess.”
The guy smirked and said, “Sure. Have fun.”
He decided to go through the closest door to him. He stood for a second feeling nervous, but then walked through into a large room that was carpeted with deep, brown shag and it had panelled walls. There were a couple of sofas and a big bed. He was suddenly excited and scared at the same time. He walked over to the bed as if he had never seen one before. It had a brown velvet cover on it. He noticed there were bottles of lube on a table by the wall. He suddenly felt scared. It seemed very real. He wondered what the lube was for. Did the women use it? He wasn't sure.
He sat on the sofa wondering what he should do. Should he wait until a women came in? Should he go to another room and see if there were any there? He felt frozen by indecision. He leaned back on the sofa and wondered if he should just go home. He could feel indecision in the pit of his stomach.
Just then, the door at the other end of the room from where he came in, opened. Two guys walked in. They were talking quietly and didn't seem to notice him. What really struck R was they both wore nothing but pure white trunks that looked like spandex boxer briefs. One guy was tall and pale with trimmed hair on his muscled chest. His face was chiseled and his hair was blonde and cut really short. The other guy had darker skin and big brown eyes and hair that hung to his shoulders all sleek and wavy. He was less built than the blonde, but still muscled, with all kinds of dark curly hair on his chest and legs. What struck R was he could see the outline of what was in their shorts, the outline of clearly large cocks stuffed in. They seemed to be half-hard.
R wanted to get up and leave, feeling that he was in the wrong place, but he didn't want to offend anyone. He was about to get up when the two noticed him. The blonde said, “Hey, cool, there are other people here.”
He walked over to R and extended his hand. He said, “I'm Ron. This is Malek. Nice to meet you.”
R felt he had to respond. He said, “Hi...I'm R. Nice to meet you, too.” Ron looked at him for a second as if waiting for something. Feeling stupid, R said, “I think I'm in the wrong room.”
Malek stepped closer and said, “Why do you say that?” His eyes were intense.
R realized he didn't know what to say. Ron looked at Malek and grinned. The he turned to R and slipped his fingers into his white shorts and slid them slowly down his strong, slightly hairy thighs. His big, half-hard cock flopped out, pointing down to R's face. R gulped and wasn't sure what to do, but at the same time, he couldn't take his eyes off the guy's massive cock. Ron said, “See what you would be missing?” He turned to Malek and said, “Show him what he would be missing.”
Malek smiled sweetly and pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them. His dick was even bigger and harder. He took it in his hand and stroked it a few times until it was completely rigid and throbbing. R's mouth went dry. Ron's cock was now fully erect and pulsing, the head read and there was a little drop of pre-cum oozing from the head. Ron said, “See? I can tell you want these cocks, R.”
It was true. It was as if the sight of them had taken over his mind. He realized his own cock was pressing uncomfortably in his pants. A part of him was still confused, still wanting to leave. He managed to say, “Yeah, but...maybe I should...”
Malek purred at him, his voice all seductive, “Come on, R. You have a sweet mouth and I can tell you like seeing us. I can see how much you like it from your pants. Right?”
R couldn't deny it. He looked from Ron to Malek and back again, almost begging them to let him go, but desperately wanting to stay and see these two gods with their massive tools. And maybe more. Ron said, “Why don't you lose the clothes, R. Get comfortable.”
R felt shock, but then something in him decided something almost in spite of himself. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it beside him. He pulled his socks off, feeling the soft shag of the carpet under his feet. He undid his pants and pulled them down his legs. R was not slim, but not bulky. He was not hairy, but he had some nice brown hair on his legs. His briefs showed the outline of his impossibly hard cock. He carefully pulled them over and off, tossing them to the floor. He felt stupid and embarrassed but at the same time so excited. His cock wasn't huge, but it was a reasonable size.
He was self-conscious about the little bit of flesh on his belly, but he did like his balls which were big and hung low. He knew people liked his balls. He ran his hand nervously through his curly brown hair.
Malek said, “Nice. You're a cute dude, R. Really cute. You have a nice mouth. A mouth made for cock. Right?”
To his amazement, R found himself nodding. And he knew what Malek said was true. He was made for cock. He rarely let himself know it because most of the time he was interested in women, but tonight, with these two, he knew what he wanted.
Ron seemed to be reading his mind. He took his cock in his hand and said, “Why don't you get on your knees, R and see what you can do?”
As if hypnotized, R complied. He got off the sofa and knelt down right in front of them. He could smell their bodies, their rich guy smell of sex and sweat and other good things. He looked up at them. A little part of him was unsure, was wanting to bail and get up and leave before anything else happened. But then Malek reached out and put his hand on the back of R's head and pulled him forward so that his lips met the shaft of his long, thick cock. It felt hot against his lips and it smelled powerfully of the intense smell guys get when they're turned on.
Malek took a step closer to R and slapped his face gently with his nine inch monster of a cock. R moaned and opened his mouth. He didn't want to say anything, but just offered his mouth as just a hole to be used. Malek pushed his hips forward and slid his thick, veiny, tan cock deep into his throat. So deep he gagged, but then found he could relax his throat in a way he was amazed he could do. It felt instinctive. Malek grunted softly and pulled his cock out. It was all shiny and dripping with spit and pre-cum. Then he slid it back in and started to thrust, to fuck, to drive the monster deeper, right into R's throat so that his pubes were tickling his nose. R coughed, but held steady, wanting to do a good job, to give Malek pleasure, but also wanting his mouth to be used.
His own cock was hard as steel, but he knew he couldn't touch it. It was not about his own pleasure. It was about submitting to someone else's. It was about him simply being the vessel for cum. These feeling both shocked him, but excited him, as if something he had always known, but never thought, had suddenly become clear.
Over and over Malek fucked his face, thrusting with ever-increasing force. His hairy balls slapped his chin. He was holding R's head in his hands, steadying him so he could fuck his mouth smoothly. His hips drove forward again and again. He grunted. He said things under his breath, but also out loud. He told R he was a the best, the most talented cocksucker, that he was giving Malek so much pleasure that he couldn't wait to fill his mouth.
Malek's body moved even faster. R closed his eyes, feeling the flesh slide over his tongue, smelling the guy's body, all sharp and swampy and horny. With a loud groan, the Malek pulled his cock out of R's mouth and said in a low voice, “Keep your mouth open, R.” His dark brown eyes were intense and direct. R just said to himself, I want more.
Malek pushed his cock back in his mouth just as it exploded. Shot after shot of hot, bitter, salty cum hit the back of his throat and R swallowed, moaning, his body on fire, his own cock twitching. R felt the cum slide down this throat, loving the flavour, loving the idea that it was the first load he had ever swallowed and that, to his amazement, he wanted more.
The big, dark-skinned guy pushed his cock right into R's throat again and held it there. He said, “You like that, don't you, R? You're the sweetest cocksucker I've met in a long time.”
R wanted to thank him, but his mouth was still full of the still-streaming cock. He could feel juices running into his throat. But he was still hungry for more.
Malek pulled his huge cock out of R's mouth and stepped back. It was still drooling, a long stream of shiny liquid hanging down and R wished he could lick it up.
But Ron stepped in front of him. He looked down at R and reached out and ran his hand through his hair. He said in a low voice, “When I fill your mouth with cum, R, don't swallow. I want you to see what it's like to have a mouthful.”
With that he pushed the head of his impossibly long tool between R's lips and immediately starting to push into his throat. R almost felt like he would choke, but he managed to take it, Ron's pale low-hanging balls slapped his chin, the pubes around his cock tickled his nose each time he bottomed out. It was almost overwhelming.
Out of the corner of his eye, he realized more guys were coming into the room. Ron pulled his cock out of his mouth and said, “Move over to the middle of the room. We need space.”
On his knees, R shuffled over to where Ron was standing. His own cock was rigid and there was a steady stream of pre-cum running from the end. Ron stepped close again and impaled his face with his gigantic prick. But then R felt someone behind him grab him by the hips and pull. He knew what was coming and it excited him even more. He felt a cock start to run up and down his ass crack and then the cold feel of a bunch of lube being drizzled onto his hole. He could tell this cock was another monster. R had only been fucked by one other guy when he was in college who had a much smaller dick, so he couldn't wait to find out what being fucked by such a long, thick one was like.
Ron's cock kept pounding his throat. He felt the head press against the back of his mouth, he felt the hair on the Ron's balls against his chin. At the same time, the guy behind him began to push and not gently. He wanted to cry out, but there was too much flesh in his mouth, so he groaned against the pain. It was sharp and his body tensed but then the pain seemed to spiral into another dimension and started to feel good. When the guy had completely skewered him with the fleshy monster, the guy's body touching his ass, he felt something in his body let go. He felt a kind of submission that he didn't think was possible. He imagined that these guys could do anything to him. He knew that wasn't really true, but it felt like it. He wanted whatever these guys were going to do to him.
The guy in his ass pulled back and slammed back in. Then again. And again. Ron in his mouth seemed to be matching the cock in his ass, and pummelled his mouth at the same time so that he was being fucked from both ends, the guys matching thrust for thrust. The softness seemed to have evaporated and he now was being taken.
R could hardly breathe. His own body was getting sweaty and all he could smell was guy, and cock and sex and ass and a whole bunch of things that made his head feel empty as if it had been blasted by a hurricane.
Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the guy fucking his ass yelled and with a few more really fast, really deep movements, obviously filled his hole with cum. He could feel it drooling out of him. At the same time, Ron pulled his cock out of R's mouth and growled, “Open your mouth and keep it open, R. You're in for a treat.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he grunted, and his cock exploded. R stuck out his tongue, eager to get every drop and several long, thick streams of cum hurtled out of the end and started to paint the inside of his mouth, covering his tongue, drooling off his lips, pooling in the back of his throat. It was hot and almost sweet and again R was afraid his cock would explode, but he held his orgasm back and experienced all the sticky liquid rolling around in his mouth. Ron said, “Try not to swallow. You'll spoil the fun.”
R didn't. He knelt there, feeling the huge cock in his ass begin to slide out and he felt hollow, empty, his ass gaping. He could feel a stream of cum running out. He didn't dare turn around for fear he would lose the cum in his mouth so he stayed still. Then he felt another pair of hands grab him around the waist and another, fatter, longer cock slide in around all the cum that was already there.
A tall, dark-haired guy stepped up to him - one of the new guys - stroking an equally long cock as Ron's. He didn't stick it in his mouth, but he brought it close, so the head was just touching his tongue. He was jerking fast and obviously close because with a few more movements, his dick erupted and jetted fast into his mouth, hitting the back of throat, adding to the pool of cum that was already there. R wanted to swallow, but he held it, almost choking from the thick liquid in the back of his throat, covering his teeth. The guy above him smiled and sighed and ran his hand over R's face. “You really like cum, don't you?”
R wanted to answer, but he just looked up gratefully at the guy who tousled his hair.
The guy fucking him started to go faster, moving quickly and almost violently then he heard him begin to swear and he could feel the guy start to tremble, muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, take my cum...”
R felt a rush of ecstasy-laden shame and his body buzzed with pleasure. Just as he opened his eyes again, and just as the guy fucking him pulled his cock out of his dripping hole, two more guys stepped in front of him. He kept his mouth open since no one had told him to close it, or swallow. One guy was shorter and seemed South Asian but with a cock as big as the others had been. He had a thick, brown bush of hair around his prick and his balls were huge and hung down. The guy beside him was about the same size with a built body and thick, muscular legs. His cock was broad and not as long, but it was thick and he had a curly forest of brown hair around it. R thought his cock looked almost angry and the uncut head was streaming an impossible amount of pre-cum that was drooling down in a long string.
R felt hungry for it. The two stepped forward and began to stroke their dicks in his face. They looked down at him as if they wanted to eat him. But he was going to be doing the eating. He kept his mouth open, but his jaw was sore and he wanted desperately to swallow. All he could taste was cum: strong, acidic and salty. His tongue tingled but he was revelling in the degradation and the submission. He was there to take cum. That was his only purpose.
Without any surprise this time, he felt another cock sliding into his asshole. He felt his ass-cheeks being slapped, and a little harder than he expected. Then again. The guy behind him growled, “You ready to take another load?”
R knew not to say anything, even if he could. It was obvious that he was ready. He was ready for almost any number of loads. He wanted them all. The guy in his ass began to pound into him, his huge dick stretching him even more than he already was, lubricated by all the cum already in him. The two guys jerking into his face began to breathe more heavily, and then they both blasted at the same time, rope after rope of jizz pouring into the pool of cum already in his mouth. He almost choked. He almost gagged but not from feeling sick, just from the intensity, as if his nervous system didn't know what else to do.
When the guys had finished, they looked down at him, grinning. The Asian guy said, “You want to swallow?”
R looked up at them feeling powerless. It was their choice, not his. So he just waited, cum drooling out of the corners of his mouth, and into his throat. Then the same guy said, “Yeah. You better swallow so you have room for more. You're doing an amazing job taking all that cum. We're impressed.”
R could hardly believe he had been given permission, but he began to swallow. It was unlike any experience he had ever had. The thick cum was sharp and sticky and sour and sweet and a million other things but most of all he gratefully swallowed because he had been told to. That was his purpose. He was a cocksucker.
Once the huge amount of cum was in his stomach, he became more aware of the intensity of the way he was being fucked. The guy's body was slamming into him and the guy was grunting and gasping each time his cock went deep into his insides. It hurt, but in the best way. He never imagined his ass could be used – or abused – and how good it felt. But suddenly the guy pulled his cock out of his ass and moved around and jammed it into his mouth, into his throat, his esophagus stretching, then filling with cum that spurt out in long gushes, choking him. He could taste himself as well as all the cum and he felt the best kind of degradation. He was the cum dump.
The guy pulled out and slapped his face with his wet cock, spraying more cum over his cheeks. In a low voice he said, “Nice work. You 're doing just fine.”
R felt a rush of pleasure that he was doing a good job. That he was taking cum and making the men feel good. All he could taste was cum and his stomach was full of it and his ass was pouring cum down the back of his legs.
Someone else got behind him and yet another cock pushed into him, sinking into the river of cum already there in his gaping, sloppy hole. He felt strong hands on his ass and a guy's voice say, “I love the way your ass feels, man. Nice and smooth.” He began to fuck R, but more gently than the last guy, thrusting into him with long, easy strokes. R could feel the length of this guy and his strong hands gripping him.
R closed his eyes and then felt another cock pressing into his mouth. He opened his lips and the biggest cock yet pushed in. It was muscular and veiny and uncut, with a meaty hood and lots of pre-cum. The guys pale pubes were like a forest around the base. He saw the owner of this impressive piece was a tall Viking of a guy with white hair and pale blue eyes and a completely shaven body. He seemed to be like some kind god of cock. He started to fuck R's mouth but then another guy got behind the Viking and was clearly pushing his cock into him. The Viking moaned and turned and kissed the guy who was fucking him awkwardly before turning back and saying to R, “I hope you can take this thing. I know it's big...”
He pushed his cock into R's mouth and kept pushing. There seemed to be no end to it and it slid right into his throat. He choked a few times and the guy stopped, letting him get used to it. Once his throat calmed down, the Viking pulled back and drove it home again. R was ready, and relaxed and managed to take it. He felt proud of himself, proud that he was giving the guy pleasure.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ron kneeling beside his head, jacking his prick close to his face. Whatever was left of R's self completely evaporated and he was lost in cock, in being taken, in being dominated. The Viking lunged forward with more force, grunting each time his cock hit the back of R's throat.
R could tell the Viking was close and he shut his eyes in ecstasy as the cock in his mouth exploded, pouring more cum than he thought possible down his throat. The guy fucking him gasped a few times, and then pulled his dick out and quickly brought it to the where the Viking's dick was slamming his mouth and jerked fast, three clumps of cum that blasted onto the giant pale cock as it slid out of R's mouth, mashing it back in with the Ron's load all over it. He could feel his ass gaping and cum running out onto his legs and he assumed, the floor.
The Viking pulled his dick out. It was dripping with cum and R reached his tongue out and licked it all off. The Viking watched him with a little smile. Then he smacked R in the face with his log of a tool, spreading sticky liquid all over his cheeks. The he turned around and pushed his ass in R's face. He said, “I know you want to clean my ass. Go ahead.”
R almost passed out he was so excited. He grabbed the guy's massive ass cheeks and pushed his face in between, his tongue already writhing in, tasting more cum, tasting the Viking's ass and at that moment, his cock – untouched – swelled up even more and his body felt like he was being electrocuted in the best way and he could feel cum rocketing out of his cock, spurt after spurt. He moaned and cried at the same time, still cleaning the Viking's asshole, still wanting more. And more. His mind was empty of thought. He just wanted cum.
Then the Viking stood up again and turned to R. He leaned down and kissed him. He said, “Good boy. You did really well. You even like it a little rough. Fun, yeah?” He ran his hand through R's hair and walked away. The others had already disappeared. Except Ron who took R's hand and pulled him up. He said, “You all right?”
R thought a moment. Was he? He felt spent and a little embarrassed, but on the whole, he felt calm and relaxed. He said, “Yeah. I'm fine.” He wiped some cum that was running in his eye with a little laugh. Ron leaned in and kissed him. He wasn't used to guys kissing him. It felt strange but not bad. Ron looked at him a moment and said, “If you ever want to hang out – just talk – or whatever, give me a call.”
R felt surprised. He had never had a guy ask him out before. He had rarely had anyone ask him out. He felt confused and pleased at the same time. He took the card from Ron and with a smile, Ron pulled his shorts back on and left the room.
He felt a kind of peace. He went over to his clothes and used his shirt to wipe off the excess cum from his face and neck, but otherwise left some of it as if it was proof of his submission. It was proof that he was a cocksucker. It was a nice feeling. He appreciated the gentleness of the guys he had been with. He felt their affection even thought they had used him for their pleasure. But it made sense to him. He knew he wanted more. He knew he would do this again. And maybe, if he felt brave enough to take the risk, he would call Ron and see what might happen. Maybe.
He left the building feeling almost cheerful.
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