The Long And The Short Of It

Before all the men left the room, Terry showed them how easy I was to control by pulling my vest over my head, nibbling each of my nipples and pulling down on my balls. He greased up his long middle finger, then ran it around my asshole before slipping through my glistening, pliant anus and stroking my engorged prostate. 

I couldn’t help my low groan of pleasure, opening my legs wider and pushing my chest out to gave him full access to anything he wanted to stimulate or maul. 

There was some chuckling from some of the guys who were watching this in the subdued glow of the two 10 watt bulbs of the wall lights. I heard a couple of comments about me being so hot that I should be doing porn.

“Not quite yet, eh, boy? But that's going to change tonight, yeah? After tonight you'll be a cum addicted, submissive little fag for any big, dominant top man, wont you? Anyone who can strip you off, get you naked and embarrassed, show your tits and balls a good time, you'll be begging them to climb on board, ‘specially if they're a bit masterful, yeah? And the icing on the cake is that you love feeling that you're being made to do it, that you have no control. Get you restrained and use you like a slut.

Yeah, boy, we're gonna make you into a certifiable slut. All you’re going to want is cock, cock and more cock, the bigger the better, filling you up and loading you with spunk. 

The only way you’re ever going to able cum in the future is by having a big, dominant bloke fucking it out of you. You'll never need to even touch your own dick. You’ll be so submissive that you’ll only cum at your master's wish. Making you scream with how good it feels. Forcing you to shoot, over and over. Like some hot bitch having multiple orgasms.

You’re just going to be a compliant. Submissive. Slut. Slave.

Right, time to get your training fucked into you, good and proper" murmured Terry into my ear, as he gave a final parting caress of his greased-up finger to my wanting, anxious anal muscle.

He secured my arms and legs in his favourite standing X position at the foot of the bed, and ushered everyone out, leaving me staring up at my reflection in the ceiling mirror, alone with my anticipation.

The first to enter the room was the inaptly named 6 foot 5 inch Titch the Freak, he of the red hair and blue eyes. He undressed in a rush and revealed himself to be slim but very wiry, moderately hairy and light skinned. He had a wonderful 9 inch, slim cock that eased my underused anal ring open, slipped up my channel and right through my second sphincter with barely a murmur from me.

It was actually a pleasure to have something wider than that bloody tiny dildo stretching me open and reaching further up, and a genuine relief to feel it sliding deliciously past my prostate. 

He lifted me up to kneel on the bed before re-attaching wrists and ankles to the two posts at the foot of the bed. Then, reaching around to palm my belly and chest, he fucked me with rapid strokes for barely 5 minutes before gasping and shooting his load deep in me. He didn’t move as he came, but held me tight to him, like a lover.

The second was James, a rugby player, who came bounding through the door almost immediately after Titch left. He was a 6 foot blonde, broad and beefy guy with thick thighs and neck. His cock was like a miniature version of his body, 7 inches long but thick, heavily veined and beefy. As I was still kneeling, facing up the bed, he sat with my head in his lap and pulled my wide open mouth straight on to his chunky, cut cock. I  wasn’t surprised that his cum was also thick and (weirdly) beefy as, groaning loudly and with his heavy, hairy balls pressed tight on my chin, he emptied them over the back of my tongue. I gulped his plentiful spunk down, grateful that he was holding my head steady so I wouldn’t lose a drop.

Dave (the other rugby player who had first taken hold of me downstairs) was next, similar to James but dark haired, with a slightly bigger cock, and uncircumcised. Dave pushed me flat on the bed face down and shackled me speadeagle, then spent fifteen minutes spearing my arse in deep, circular strokes that seemed to make his dick touch everywhere inside, while rubbing his body luxuriously over mine, tickling my back with his body hair. He bellowed in my ear as he came, shooting deep inside, his body jerking on top of mine. I was certainly panting after that - my prostate had been nudged and pummeled into a tight little ball of sensitivity.

Steve (he was about 45, balding, bearded and had a chunky build – a security guard, I think) came after. Mark was next (early 40’s, a swarthy, very hairy and mixed race builder). Both wanted blow jobs, deep and wet, as they each, in their turn, twisted and teased my nipples to encourage me to greater efforts.

Then came Pervy Mike (who was actually a really gentle guy and the oldest of the group). He slowly and thoroughly fucked me for nearly 30 minutes with his 8 inch fat and solid cock, me on my front, back and side - all the time with my hands bound together and secured to one of the posts, and with me moaning and grunting like a sow in heat. He had a particular liking for holding my balls firmly with one hand as he fucked, caressing my chest with the other and exploring my mouth with his tongue. I barely knew when he came, he was so quiet and calm. But I had seen our reflections in the ceiling mirror and could see his hairy arse clenching as he unloaded into me.

Just as he'd finished, the door opened and another guy poked his head into the room.

“Fuckin’ hell, Mike, you perv, aintcha finished yet? There's others waitin' and desperate for a shag too, you know!”

Mike pulled out, laughed an apology, wiped his cock off with a towel and left without even pulling his pants on (although he did pat my arse goodbye) as the other guy came fully into the room.

It was Mad Matt (Terry had described him as having more muscles than sense). He had a fantastic body, with beautiful definition, hair in the centre of his chest but completely shaved groin, and an incredibly hard 9 inch cock that had a bend to the left half way down. He had told me earlier that he would fuck me till my teeth rattled......

Matt almost drilled me a new asshole over the next 20 minutes, in an easy doggie position, my feet restrained wide apart, my hands still tied. He used my hips as leverage to add more force to his thrusts, pulling me on to him, as his substantial prick pounded in and out like a pile driver. This fuck was definately about him needing to drop a load. It was wild and almost brutal in its intensity. He howled as he came and slammed his groin into my arse cheeks.

I was feeling a bit battered and bruised, but gloriously energised by Matt's sheer enthusiasm. Oddly, he hung around for a few minutes, asked if I was ok and if I needed anything.

“Just water please. And I’d give anything to be able to cum" I groaned at him.

“Water, yes. Not a fuckin' chance with the other yet, kid. Terry said that you’ve gotta get through all of us before you get that. Besides, with your dick out of the way, it’s kinda like we're turning you into our woman. Our own little bitch. Maybe later, eh?”

He gave me the water, though, and after mauling my pecs and nipples for a few minutes, left.

Thankfully, the next two guys wanted oral. Sanjay was Indian, quite muscular and very hairy everywhere, with a cock that was a slimmer version of Terry's, and similarly large balls. And the ninth guy was Carl, 37 years old and a quiet, unassuming, 6 feet 2 inch mechanic. He was clearly in to lifting weights and keep fit, with a stubby but very thick 6.5 inch cock. I almost dislocated my jaw trying to stretch my lips over his whopping big bell end.

So far, while it hadn’t always been easy, it had been straightforward and nothing too taxing. The guys had treated me well enough. I was highly aroused (on an emotional level, anyway) but getting almost a bit bored. I think that I was also slightly disappointed that this seemed a bit “samey" - nothing that I hadn’t already experienced with Terry (who, frankly, did it all a lot better as well).

I was reflecting on this, laying sprawled on the bed, face up, hands tied to the posts but with legs free, catching my breath. And I admit, also looking at my wonderfully restrained and seductively available counterpart on the ceiling – I looked so good that I wanted to fuck me. 

Carl had cum and gone maybe 10 minutes before. I was getting eager for more, when the door opened. The huge, bald black guy stood, filling the doorway.

“I’m Billy" he said, in his rich, bass voice. I remembered that Terry called him Billy the Willie.....ah, yes. And the biggest cock in the unit.

“The lads thought that you might need a bit of exercise, what with lying in bed and having a rest for a while, so I’m here to do the honours".

He shut the door and took his clothes off quickly as I looked on. My first black guy. I could barely wait. Then he dropped his pants......and I had second thoughts.

Billy was hugely built, with a beautiful very dark skin, his ass and genitals being almost ebony black. Short, tightly curled hair covered his groin, but almost nowhere else. And huge. 

Huge.

He had Terry's crown jewels beaten in all dimensions. His balls were a bit bigger, but his cock.....It must have been almost 11 inches long and looked as thick as my wrist. Even the head was bigger than Terry's. I could feel my cum-dribbling asshole contract in self defence, even as I stared in wide-eyed horror.

“There’s no easy way to do this boy. Just you relax and I’ll take care of it. Nobody's died from taking it.....yet".

Much as Terry had done on that first mind-blowing time when he got me to take all of his cock, Billy had me face up in the middle of the bed, legs bent way back and apart. I was securely restrained by ankles and wrists to the respective sturdy corner posts at the head of the bed. He had also buckled restraints around my wide open thighs, which were tensioned by ropes attached to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. I was literally held in place, unable to slide down the bed, or slide further up it. He said it was to stop me from running away from his thrusting. I’ve never felt so defenceless or restrained in all my life. I was forcibly held wide spread, doing the splits, as he knelt at my arse and opened me up to his thickness. 

Ha! Such an easy word....”opened". Despite being stretched from the various cocks that had romped away in my behind over the last several hours, never before had my elastic ring felt so much like it was tearing. Even with copious amounts of lube that Billy had slathered on to his gargantuan cock, some deep and meaningful breathing from me and some very determined pushing from him, it was an incredibly tight fit. 

The reflection overhead was incredible. I was watching myself......golden skinned, defined and lightly muscled, but small and almost prepubescent in appearance, hairless armpits exposed, arms and legs stretched wide and back and securely restrained with muscles taut, my smooth taint and balls the highest point of my body in this position, swollen nipples red and erect on my chest, presenting the moist and dilated pucker of my opened and rounded little bubble butt to a muscular black giant, his hugely erect and heavily veined 11 inch club pressing forward against the muscle....parting it with the fat, engorged head of his cock, the tight ring being forced wider under the insistent pressure....as my reflection stared back with wide, unbelieving, helpless, crazed eyes. 

I wanted to store the memory of that reflection away forever. I looked exactly like the sex slave being forcibly raped for his master’s pleasure and gratification - the most depraved picture I could conjure of myself, in my imagination.

By the time he had forced my anus to give enough, and his cockhead was firmly embedded on the far side of the intensely stretched muscle, my eyes were tightly shut, I was soaking in sweat and so was he. I think Billy learnt some new swear words that I wasn’t even sure I knew myself. I really understood what being helpless meant as his merciless, fantastic penis somehow continued to find room further up, reaching places that no cock had been before. Places that I didn’t think any cock could ever reach, ever.

All I could do was passively lay there and pray for mercy, glorying in the stretch and utter fullness. In the mirror over the bed, I watched my reflection shake, chest heaving, as Billy relentlessly plowed his humongous cock up, and up, and further up - reaching my second ring, forcing through that and in......to an almost crippling ecstacy. Mind numbing, intense bliss; an overwhelming sense of being completely submissive to his total domination of my being.

I don’t know where he found room to put it all – I felt completely stuffed full of his cock. I could see my reflection's abdomen expand out every time he sank his length deep into my guts. In the mirror, the difference between his huge black body and my smaller, lighter and fully receptive form was sensationally erotic. I could see and feel his hips pressing against my arse cheeks, feel the slight tickle of his tightly curled pubic hair on my skin. He was in as deep as he could go, but I don’t know how.

Billy grasped my thighs for leverage and rocked slowly with his hips, back and forth, dragging half of his length out and cramming it back in. Each time my prostate was battered, each time my second sphincter was forced to give way and open, each time I felt as if I was exploding into orgasm. My balls ached, my nipples seemed to be sensitive even to the air currents of Billy's heavy breathing, my anus felt as if it was so receptive that it would remain open for ever. He tickled my balls with his fingertips and lightly thumbed my left nipple.

I somehow kept my eyes open and watched my reflection as it shivered and shook in a full body orgasm, like a woman, without being hard or ejaculating. Without being able to move my arms or legs, all I could do.....

.........was scream.

All Billy could do was lean over me and carry on fucking like a man possessed.

He hushed me, he tried to smother my groans and wordless whimpers by shoving his tongue down my throat – and carried on fucking.

Finally, when I thought I might actually dissolve into just a blob of over sensitized protoplasm, Billy thrust in deep and held still, groaning out loudly “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, aaaaah fuck man, fuck" as his already massive girth seemed to expand my overstretched guts a bit further..... and then his spunk erupted like molten lava, deep inside.

I couldn’t move. That was probably more because Billy's huge bulk had just collapsed on me, pinning me to the bed and almost dislocating my hips. He rolled to one side, his cock still deeply embedded in my colon, cradling my head in the crook of his arm and stroked my chest, thighs and face for a few minutes.

“Fuck, man. That was awesome!” he breathed at me. I could only look over to him gratefully but wordlessly, as he reached over and unshackled my thighs, ankles, then my wrists. He helped to ease my stiff limbs down and flat, rubbing them to get the circulation going.

I was past being desperate to cum. I had already orgasmed, on a purely emotional level. In some parallel world, another Joe had shot cum all over everywhere. But in this world, all my locked away dick could do was ooze pre jizz in a steady, heavy flow. I didn’t even know if I wanted to actually ejaculate any more.

Billy's softening monster slowly slid from my exhausted anus of it’s own accord. I felt a small flood of spunk, combined from the various guys deposits over the night so far, seep past the puffy, dilated muscle and ooze slowly down to pool in a sticky, slimey mess on the bed.

Terry eased the door open. 

“Everthing ok? Only we heard screaming downstairs. So, you know, thought I’d better check" he asked quietly, as he looked at me with concern.....and possibly a lustful thrill.

I looked over to him, nodded and smiled.

“You ok to carry on, or do you want a few minutes, then?”

It was Billy who answered. “This kid has been fucked good, man. He's hotter than a volcano ready to blow. So take this thing off” and Billy tapped my cock cage with one long, dark finger.

Terry came over to the bed and unlocked the device. My suddenly freed cock was limp, completely lifeless. But I was ready to carry on and said so to Terry.

“Not quite had enough of an experience yet then, huh? Ok, then this time, we'll all be in the room together. This time around kid, it’s quantity squared.”

To be concluded in Part 6