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The Dinner Guest

I found myself tied, gagged, and bound to a wooden beam. 
How did I get here?
The last thing I remembered was laying on the grass on a warm October Saturday, reading, and drinking vodka from my water bottle. I looked up and saw the most beautiful couple in the city, holding hands, laughing, and carrying bags filled with groceries. They noticed me staring and they smiled. I looked away, blushing and embarassed, tenting an aching hardon.
I woke up and everything was dark, but I could feel the tightness of rope binding my hands behind my body, silk fabric around my eyes, and a coolness of air causing goosebumps over my naked body. I tried to wiggle out from the constraints, but I was unsuccessful.
"Oh good, our guest is awake," said a male voice somewhere in the same room as I. "And perfect timing! We're about to serve dinner."
"Did someone say dinner?" asked a different male voice.
"Yes, and our guest seems to be ready."
"We definitely picked the prime of the pack this year."
"Yes, sweetie, I believe we did."
I felt a man's touch brush softly from my waist to me lips, lingering their outline. Another pair of hands ran down both legs, then back up from the inside until they lingered on my scrotum. I jerked at the sensation and both men laughed. I felt my erection grow and heat of embarrassment flooded my body.
"I think he's a little shy."
"Don't worry, sweetie, the shy ones are most delectable!"
Simultaneously, one man took my balls in his mouth while the other man probed my man pussy with his tongue. I was battling conflicting feelings of fear and pleasure. I tried to yell but it came out like a groan through the gag.
"He enjoys it. Let's give him more."
The one mouth swallowed my entire cock while the other continued to tongue fuck me. Every sensation in my body was heightened to touch and I was ready to explode; but the man on my cock stopped abruptly.
"I want you to take his cock in your ass. It's ready...wet and hard."
The tongue escaped my hole and the man behind me said, "Absolutely! That's one beautiful, big, fat cock!"
I felt a hand around my cock and within seconds, its head was pressed against skin...skin that was wet and slowly expanding, eventually swallowing my entire shaft. The man groaned in pleasure and I knew I was deep inside him. We both growled at the sensation of his body pushing my cock in and out of his hole. 
"Fuck!" he said. "This is one of the best cocks to fuck my ass."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it dear. I hope you don't mind, but his ass is too delicious to hold back."
"Fuck his hole, sweetie. Push him deeper inside me with every thrust you give him."
And there it was, a long, thick cock deep inside my hole, swift with one complete thrust. I jerked in agony, pushing myself into the man in front of me. The man behind me held my waist as he pounded deeper, harder, and faster into my hole. He kissed the back of my neck, whispering how much he loved to fuck my hole.
It didn't take long before I felt his cock spasm inside me, releasing his warm man juices and whimpers of satisfaction. This brought numerous surreal sparks throughout my body and I joined the man with my own spasms, filling the hole of the man infront of me. He squeezed on my cock with his anal muscles as he yelled, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I felt his ejaculation through the spasms of his man pussy, making me quiver with new sensations.
When all was done, the men separated their bodies from mine. I felt drippings from my ass and my cock. I tried to catch my breath as my body came down from its ecstasy; and one man untied my blindfold. When I was able to see, two beautiful naked men with huge smiles stood infront of me...the same men I saw in the park earlier today.
"We hope you enjoyed the appetizer. We can't wait for the main course."
They each kissed me on either cheek and walked away. I watched as their naked, firm asses wiggled out of the room. If that was the appetizer, what was I to expect for the remainder of the meal?

TWITTEROTICA

This week's #TGIFF story is a series of short, gay erotic stories told in 140 characters or less. Enjoy and get wet ;-)

Five Star Review for INFECTED THOUGHTS

Review by: RebeccBe on Sep. 24, 2014 (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view... has written an intriguing gay erotica story involving mental illness, drugs, sex – and the reader follows along as Guy seemingly weaves in and out of reality in this imaginative, wild and unpredictable tale. It's full of suspense, and the author does an exceptional job of pulling the reader in and keeping them spellbound throughout. Infected Thoughts is an exciting read for adults that enjoy a well-written, fast-paced, entertaining story with unexpected twists. I enjoyed it and would be interested in reading more from this author. Highly recommended!

INFECTED THOUGHTS by 5amWriterMan: Guy takes us on a cerebral journey in this gay erotic thriller filled with twists. He is looking for an escape from his life. He is unhappy in his relationship with Russ and his moods incapacitate him from working and participating in society. Russ attempts to help but Guy’s paranoia makes him think otherwise. With the help of a new, young, sexy friend, Guy runs away and delves into a journey of drugs, alcohol and unprotected sex to find his paradise. But who is Guy really running away from?

SUPER EROTIC FREAK

A #wickedWednesday short story of supernatural proportions. Warning: contains explicit gay sex, violence, and rape. 
Tonight, Kemen decides he'll explore the gritty, lawless barrios of Buenos Aires in search of his newest conquest. Preparation is necessary so he gives himself six hours. The first two hours involve an intense workout for every muscle, each exercise a total body workout. He has a private gym in his condo, taking up the entire space of his living and dining area, and allowing Kemen to workout in a jockstrap. He would prefer full nudity, but keeping balls in place is a comfort. Thirty-five stories high and surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, he keeps his condo curtain-free, except for the bedroom. 
Sweat soaks his body as he reaches the end of his routine, hanging on a bar and raising his legs to a forty-five degree angle, holding in place, and slowly bringing them down, followed by a jump and feet to the ground. Every muscle pulses and he smiles, licking the salty sweat off his lips, and watching his beautiful body flex in the mirror.
The remaining four hours consist of fueling his body with half-hour doses of liquid muscle builder, body scaping with trimmers and tweezers, a rectal cleansing, an exfoliating steam and shower, penile pumping, saline ejections into his scrotum, and selection of the perfect outfit.
Kemen opens his closet to a sea of black fabrics, polyurethane, and leather. Only the underwear drawer is covered in colour and he selects a pair of red thongs with a pouch barely large enough to contain his massive, swollen cock and balls, held by the thinnest string of fabric that hides within the creases of his muscles and ass crack. A pair of tight, low rise black jeans fit snugly around his caked buttocks and shows off his impressive frontal package. A skintight, mesh tank top moulds to his chest and is barely covered by a cropped, leather jacket with a hood. Silver accentuates his look as a buckle, three rings, and army tags on a thin chain are added to the ensemble. His dark hair falls slightly wet to the length of his earlobes, accentuating the crystal blue hue of his irises which he covers with a pair of mirrored sunglasses. One final look at the mirror, a tug on his crotch, and a wicked smile tells Kemen he's ready for tonight. Hood over his head and he's out the door.
***
Kemen takes in the scent of the night as he walks the darken roads of tourist-free areas of Buenos Aires. Even the portenos, the locals of the city, ignore these streets for their safety and well being. Kemen, however, revels in the scent of danger that permeates the air, causing his crotch to tighten with an erection of desire. 
After a few blocks, he turns right and bolts into one of his favourite darkened shanty towns. Within seconds he begins to hear voices echo around him. "Maricon," is yelled, the Spanish equivalent of faggot. After the first, it is repeated by a dozen distinct voices from all directions. Kemen smiles and feels the thong vibrate against his quivering man pussy. He's excited, ready, and willing. This is the essence of his existence.
"Mostraos!" yells Kemen, but there's no motion, no one ready to show themselves from the shadows. "Tienes miedo di un maricon?!?" he asks, laughing evilly at the hidden figures. He continues to walk further through the dark abyss of his surroundings when he senses a pair of shuffling feet moving quickly towards him from behind. He stops, turns around and throws his arm out into the direction of the sound. His fist is suddenly filled with the neck of a young man, dangling two feet above the ground, gasping for air, and swinging a knife mere inches away from Kemen's face.  Kemen scans the boy's body and smiles, "You will do just fine." He maintains his hold until the boy passes out, throws him over the shoulder, and grabs the knife. 
Like an animal that senses his prey, he leaps in all directions, stabbing the knife into the darkness. The silence is filled with the sound of bodies dropping to the floor and blood pooling around Kemen's shoes. He walks away, leaving six bodies behind, all dead with enormous slits on their throats, gurgling blood into the street.
***
The boy wakes up and is startled by the image in the mirror. His lean, thin, naked body is chained upside-down to a metal cross. His arms are held above his head while his legs are spread wide with each foot wrapped in thick chain at either ends of the cross' horizontal portion. His neck is bound by a large metal clamp with a chain that wraps around his waist, his exposed scrotum, and ends at the metal intrusion forced into his anus. His penis is sucked into a clear cylinder with tubing and a pump attached while his mouth is gagged with a red rubber ball and tied around his head. He tries to squirm and scream but it's useless. Muffled noises escape his throat and the chains bang against the metal cross. 
"Sounds like someone is awake," says Kemen as he walks into the room with his unique, devilish smile. The boy's eyes widen and water as he watches this massive naked muscled man approach him with a baton-like weapon in his hand. 
Kemen looks down to the boy's frightened face and places the baton against his cheek. He slides it up his chest and holds it firm against the boy's abdomen. 
"Very nice abs for the city's trash. I say, I did quite well with tonight's catch. You're not as vile as the others. It must be my lucky night finding the pearl amongst the leeches of your kind. You have beautiful, long curly hair and brown eyes with long, sexy lashes. And those arm pits, mmm...let me sniff and taste. Ooh, perfectly ripe with just a shadow of hair. How old must you be? 19? 20? Yes, a boy entering manhood. Your nipples are firming up and you'll be excited when I bring out a surprise toy for them. Now, how about that cock. A little disappointing eh? Barely five inches. It's not surprising that you wield a knife to the fitter of your species, belittling them with names and killing them to compensate for your shortcomings. But don't worry, we'll give you the cock you've always craved. Mine dangles near your lips at eight inches long, and it's flaccid. I bet you can barely contain your excitement of having such a large cock. Oh look, you're staring at it. Is that hunger in your eyes? Or maybe you've never seen a Prince Albert before. I think you really like it, the Prince Albert that is. Well, it's your lucky night. I'm giving you one as a gift for being a beautiful boy."
Kemen knew that the boy didn't understand a word he said but that added to his excitement of the ritual. He put down the baton-like weapon and began pumping the bulb attached to the cylinder around the boy's penis. The boy moaned into his gag ball as his cock grew erect, thicker and longer than usual. Kemen pumped until he was pleased with the size and left the room. Seconds later he returns with a case and a shiny, metallic ring. Removing the pump, he says, "This might hurt a bit."
***
The boy wakes a second time and notices Kemen sitting on a majestic arm chair at the other end of the room. He feels a burning at the tip of his cock and sees the reflection of a bright metal object in the mirror behind Kemen. The metal object is a ring that twists through his urethra and out near the bottom of his penis' head.
"It looks great on your cock," says Kemen, noticing the boy staring at the ring. "You almost look presentable as a master's slave. But don't worry, that's not happening to you tonight. I have other plans. Tonight isn't about you, it's about me. You see, I'm different from you. No, it's not that I'm gay. Actually, I'm pansexual, but that's not the point. We, that is, you and me, both enjoy the touch and taste of another man's cock. You hide behind the walls of your lecherous gang but when you're alone, you're masturbating at the thought of being gang raped by your friends. Which one has the biggest cock? He's the one you fantasize about ripping your virgin hole and filling it with his hot, sticky ejaculate. Then you beg him to feed you his cock so you can taste the delicious combination of your asshole and his cum. Yet, I'm superior to you. You can thank Darwin and evolution for that. I'm here to hunt and feed on the genetic degenerates of your species. Most of my kind would've held you by the neck and ripped your scrotum while you dangled in the air.  They'd chew on each testis, savouring its aroma and flavour, allowing some blood to trickle down their chin while you looked on with agony and disgust. Once the last piece of testis was eaten, they'd rip off your cock and throw you back into the gutter, allowing you to rot into the leech that you are. The cock is preserved and kept as a trophy of accomplishment. I do very well for myself, as you can see the hundreds of cocks stored behind me in the cases hidden by these mirrors."
Kemen stands up and pushes a button that turns on the lights behind the mirrors. Each cock is displayed separately in glass cases. Some are metallic while others are polymerized. One would assume they were dildos if it wasn't for the rupture marks at the end of each cock.
"You will be my next trophy, but it won't happen quickly. I feed for the pleasure, not the need. I want to enjoy every inch of your body and I want you to endure my sexual experience of you. Let's begin by zapping your scrotum with my electrified wand." The boy's body shakes, his eyes roll back, and his cock begins to swell. "See, your cock tells the true story. It loves the feel of an electric pulse through its balls. Here, let's do it again." Kemen repeats this until the boy is fully erect and dripping with precum. "Mmm...an amuse bouche." Kemen licks the precum off the boy's cock and his crystal blue irises begin to glow. He grabs his sunglasses and covers his eyes. "I don't want to burn you, boy, with my ultraviolet glares of satiation. Not until the ritual is over."
***
"Surprised you're still alive?" asks Kemen, sitting in his chair, licking his lips, and watching the boy through his sunglasses. The UV light emanating from his eyes is intense creating an orb around the rim of the glasses.
"You passed out halfway through penetration, but don't worry, it's been recorded. We'll watch together."
Kemen smiles his trademark devilish grin as he strokes his cock with one hand and presses play on the remote with the other. The mirrored wall projects the video and the boy's eyes widen as he watches from the beginning, his limp body torn from its clothes and contorted for hanging on the metal cross. Kemen watches the boy, not the video. It's the boy's expression that turns him on and edges him closer to another orgasm.
to be continued...

More than BJs for DJs

Happy Hump Day! A special #TGIFF story to get you through the hump.

His hands delicately graze over each record spinning on their respective players. With a stylish hat and funky retro sunglasses, he is swooned over by his good looks and sexy beats. The crowd goes into a frenzy and the DJ joins them, jumping up to the rhythm and pumping his fist in the air.
I stand with my back against the bar, sipping on my gin and tonic, watching his ritual. More than his ritual, I'm staring at his form: a huge smile with glowing white teeth, tight biceps exposed from his tank top and covered in tattoos, and a dark shadow around his plump, red lips.
I watch him tongue his lips, wetting them as sweat rolls from his forehead. I imagine those lips on my cock...and the arousal begins. My cock swells inside my tight jeans; an erection quite noticeable to the crotch-grabbing hands and cruising eyes of passersby. But my body yearns the DJ.
And then he notices me. He looks my way and smiles. I smile back with a wink. He waves his hand and invites me to the booth.
"Hi, I'm Guy," I say.
"Justin."
Justin smiles but doesn't shake my hand...they're busy with his records.
His round, firm ass fills his tight, low-riding jeans. I slip a licked finger through the top of his jeans, feeling the start of the crease that leads to the pink flesh that both my lips and cock desire. He accepts my invitation by pushing his ass in my direction, meeting my erection in the process.
I moan into his ear and he whispers "fuck me" before he kisses my cheek; so I push my finger further down the crease. I unbutton his jeans with my free hand and my finger finally makes its way to its desired destination. His man pussy is wet; prelubed for quick access. My finger slides inside and he squeezes tight around it.
"More," he says. I add a second finger...then a third.
The heat of the experience, the desire of my flesh inside his flesh, and the rhythm of the bass matching the pounding of my heart releases a surge of urgency inside me. I pull my fingers out, bring my knees to the ground, and pull his jeans down to his knees. His jockstrap frames his ass perfectly and my tongue takes action, tasting the salty, musty juices from his eager hole.
Triggered by my frenzied taste buds, I fall into an ecstatic hole and suddenly it's only me and the DJ. I rise, pull out my cock, and feed it to his hungry hole. It swallows me whole and raw. My balls smack against his cheeks and his sphincter squeezes tight, keeping me in place. He rocks slowly, back and forth, relishing the intruded sensations.
"Fuck me hard," he says...and I obey. I push my cock in deep, and then quickly pull it out with only the tip left inside. Then I push it back inside, deep and hard, over and over, until his ass matches the rhythm of my thrusts. I yearn to lick the sweat off his drenched body but my cock is in control and it has one mission: to fill Justin's hole with my cum.
A moan escapes his mouth as his sphincter spasms against my cock. Unable to withhold, my cock spasms in unison. I release a growl into his neck and keep my cock buried deep inside him while the warm ejaculate fills his hole and covers my cock.
I lick his neck, tasting the salty sweat I yearned, and he whispers one last time, "Thank you."
I pull out, cover up, zip up, and kiss him on his cheek. I can feel him smile with my lips. A slight smack on his butt cheek before I pull his pants over his dripping man pussy and crawl out of my ecstatic hole. I can feel the rhythm of the bass in my ears and in my chest as I walk away from the DJ booth.
I turn around and he's still wearing that hat and those retro glasses. His hand pumps the air with the beat and the crowd of shirtless men respond with their usual frenzy.
I wink, smile, and walk out into the dark, cool street.

Cotton Candy Coated Cocks

Tony pulled down the backside of DH's shorts, exposing a beautiful, plump, bare ass. He was wearing his jockstrap, like he said he would, and Tony's jean shorts were suddenly tight from the arrival of his erection.
Tony licked a finger and pushed it partway into DH's tight, puckered man cunt. It was tight, but DH came prepared and thoroughly lubricated it. DH grunted and wiggled his ass, enjoying the sensations from Tony's finger.
"Pull out your cock so I can sit on it," whispered DH.
"We're on the carousel, everyone will see," replied Tony.
"My ass is already hanging out. Can't you feel its hunger for a cock deep inside it?"
DH tensed his sphincter around Tony's finger. Sweat rolled down Tony's forehead from a heat of desire and a nervousness of being caught. But he pulled his finger out, quickly unzipped his shorts, and released his cock. In mere seconds, Tony pulled DH to his lap. DH's ass swallowed Tony's cock completely, down to the base. Another grunt from DH and a stifled moan from Tony as they felt their respective sensations from the act.
With a corn dog in one hand and a bag of cotton candy in the other, DH rode Tony's cock like one of the riders on a nearby horse. Tony kept his hands on DH's waist for balance and pressed his lips against DH's back, helping him to silence his grunts and moans. The sensation of his raw, uncut cock sliding against DH's silky wet flesh was at a new level of ecstasy, one he'd never felt before this moment.
"Suck on my corn dog while I ride yours."
Before Tony could reply, DH pushed the corn dog into his mouth. The salty sweetness of the corn dog's outer coating reminded Tony of DH's cock, a cock whose precum would coat the head of its erection and ignite Tony's taste buds.
"Mmmm..." moaned Tony into the corn dog as he took it deep into his throat.
"I want you to work that corn dog like you work my cock. I'm so hard that I'm soaking my jockstrap with my precum," said DH.
Tony closed his eyes and pictured DH's cock in his mouth. He moved his lips over the corn dog like he did the last time he gave DH a blow job and swallowed every drop of DH's spunk. After every swallowing, the two men kissed each other, tongues deep in each other's throats, tasting their cum that coated it.
"Are you getting close, Tony? I'm so close!"
Tony released a moan and DH took this as a yes. He rode Tony's cock faster and felt it grow slightly bigger inside him. A louder moan escaped Tony and DH felt Tony's cock spasm inside him. A warm, liquid sensation filled his hole. Immediately and uncontrollably, DH's sphincter twitched and his jock was wet and filled with ejaculate. A low, deep grunt accompanied each spasm and twitch. When the orgasm was over, DH stayed put on Tony's deflating cock while he pulled his corn dog out of Tony's mouth and laid his back against Tony's chest, with his head nestled next to Tony's head. Both men inhaled deep breaths, followed by a wet, tender kiss.
"Your cock feels so good in my ass," whispered DH.
"I can feel some of my cum leaking out," responded Tony.
"Mmm...Take some with you finger and feed it to me."
Tony used two fingers to mop up some cum but smeared it on the corn dog. "Now, enjoy your corn dog!"
DH took a large bite of the corn dog and moaned his approval. Tony responded by adding more cum on the partially eaten corn dog and enjoyed a taste. "My cum mixed with your man pussy juice and the corn dog is delicious! It's making me hard again!"
"I can tell," said DH, and he wiggled his ass on Tony’s cock with a smile.
"Ride's almost over. What should we do?" asked Tony.
"Think they'll let us stay another round?"
"They'd notice what we did."
"Ok. When I get up, cover yourself with this bag of cotton candy and I'll quickly lift the back of my shorts up."
"You want me to walk off the ride with my cock hanging out and covered with cotton candy?"
"We'll cover your cock with the cotton candy tonight.  Just hold the bag in front of it until you can zip up."
"This should be fun."
DH made a popping sound as he quickly pulled off Tony's cock. With cum leaking from his hole, DH had stains on both sides of his shorts.
With some finesse, Tony pushed his cock into his shorts with his one free hand and passed the cotton candy back to DH.
"Here, use this to cover one of your stains."
"Nah, I want to walk around the park with pride, showing off my cum stains to anyone who wants to take a look."
"Then I'll walk a few feet behind you."
"Nope. You'll be holding my hand so everyone knows you’re my hot, sexy boyfriend."
Tony smiled and kissed DH who returned the kiss with a smile of his own. As the ride came to a halt, the couple left holding hands, with Tony holding the bag of cotton candy and DH holding what was left of the corn dog.
"Looked like you two really enjoyed your carousel ride together," commented the ride operator, with a grin.
Tony blushed but DH spoke confidently with a huge smile, "It was a fucking amazing ride. I can't wait to eat this cotton candy off my boyfriend’s cock later tonight."
"My shift ends at nine. Can I watch? I can take you on any ride while you do it."
"We'll meet you back here at nine," replied DH, as he walked away with Tony. Seconds later, he turned around and winked at the ride operator who responded with a blushing smile. "Maybe we can convince him to pull his cock out too for a round of cotton candy coated cocks."
"Dibs if he's got the biggest cock!"

Race to the Toronto Mayoral Crown: Who Will Be The Next Drag Queen Mayor of Toronto?

This week's TGIFF story is non-erotic. Instead, it's a silly story to get us through the fuckery of politics. I hope you enjoy my silliness with politics and the idea of a drag competition for Mayor of Toronto! :-) I was inspired by a few tweets this week that made me think of using RuPaul's Drag Race as a metaphor for the Toronto Mayoral Race. I hope your pussy's on fire...now read this story before you sissy that walk!

Hot, Hairy, and a Huge Cock - Part 2

Happy Hump Day! A special #TGIFF story to get you through the hump. If you didn't read Part 1, it's posted below.



"So Dick, did you hook up with HHHC?" 
"Yes. Multiple times." 
"What? You were checking out his online profile only yesterday?" 
"Buster has an insatiable appetite for sex." 
"Buster? His name's Buster?" 
"Yeah. And it suits him well. I'm so sore, I can barely get up out of bed." 
"Too much pain to join me for drinks on the Firkin's patio?" 
"I'm still laying in Buster's bed." 
"Bitch, what?" 
"I stayed the night and he's cooking breakfast." 
"It's 3 pm!" 
"We had a late night." 

"Stop being a dick, and join me for drinks! You know I can't go on my own." 
"Sorry Jaden, I'm not ready to leave Buster's bed." 
"Fuck you! Kisses." 
"Ciao Jaden." 
"Who was that?" 
"My friend Jaden looking for someone to join him for a drink." 
"I hope you told him you're preoccupied." 
"Well, I didn't tell him I was still tied up to your bed." 
"I did free one hand to allow you access to your phone. I'm surprised you didn't untie yourself." 
"I want you to feed me while tied up." 
"We'll start with food first. Here, pass me your arm and I'll tie it back up." 

"Don't forget the blindfold." 
 *** 
"Oh, yes Buster. Stick your tongue deep into my hole. Fuck it hard. Fuck it deep." 

"You like that, eh?" 
"Yeah, don't stop. I'm so hard. I wish I could touch my cock." 
"Let me help."
"Oh god, yeah! Pump my cock with your hand and pump my ass with your tongue. Oh god, I'm cumming!" 
Smack on the ass! 
"Ouch! What was that for?" 
"For making a mess before I said you could do so. Who's going to clean it up?" 
"If you untie me, I'll lick it clean."
"You're not going anywhere. I have another idea." 
*** 
"How does your cum feel inside your hole?" 
"Mmmm, give me more. Fill me up with yours!" 
"Is your tight ass ready for my big fat cock?" 
"Punish me for the mess I made...oh fuck yeah, push it all the way in. Deeper, harder, faster. Fuck me baby, fuck me!" 
"Enough talk from you." 
Buster covers Dick's mouth with his hand, pushing his head into the mattress while using his other hand to hold Dick's legs into the air, exposing his eager hole and allowing him full access. 
"Are you ready for my load?" 
Dick groans into Buster's hand and nods his head frantically. Buster can feel Dick's sphincter tense around his cock, eager for an explosion of man juice. A few more deep, hard thrusts and Buster yells, screaming out his orgasm, and pulsating multiple streams of cum inside Dick's hole. With so much cum, Dick's hole begins to drip some out, unable to keep it all in. Buster pulls out, releases his hold on Dick, bends down, and licks the dripping cum from Buster's hole. He pulls himself back up and gives the blindfolded Dick a deep, passionate kiss, filling his mouth with the cum he licked up. 

"Mmmmm..." groans Dick into Buster's mouth. 
"Do you like how it tastes." 
"Mmmm, yeah! I want more." 
Smack on the ass! 
"Don't be greedy, Dick. You'll get more when I'm ready to give it to you." 
"Will you untie me until then?"
"No. I enjoy watching you naked, sweaty, messy, and eager. I'll be back when I'm ready to give you a second filling." 
"Please do it soon!" 
Smack on the ass! 
"I'll give it to you when I want to give it to you, got it?" 
"Yes sir!"

Hot, Hairy, and a Huge Cock

"His profile says he's looking for HHHC. What the fuck is HHHC?"
"Hot, hairy, and a huge cock."
"How do you know that?"
"It's a common online sex acronym."
"Umm, yeah. Sure it is. But more importantly, would you say I'm HHHC?"
"Show me your cock."
"Smack that grin off your face. You've seen my cock. You've had my cock. What do you think?"
"It's only huge if my asshole bleeds. Your cock had little friction in my ass."
"Your asshole is so loose it's beginning to hang between your legs."
"I can't help it if I'm popular and in demand. Oh look, I have twenty-three messages. Which one should I choose. Hmm..."
"Slut."
"What did you say?"
"Fuck. Fuck as in, how the fuck will you decide?"
"I know, eh? I don't want to waste my afternoon with the wrong hook up."
"I think I'm going to message him."
"Message who?"
"The guy looking for a hot, hairy and huge cock."
"Good luck with that."
"Fuck you!"
"We did. I'm over it."
"I'm leaving."
"Ok sweetie. Love ya. Kisses."
***
Twenty minutes and no reply from mister HHHC. Fuck this! Time for porn; it never disappoints!
Bing!
Ooh, I think I have a message. Let me see...and it's from...HHHC!!!
HHHC: Hey.
Me: Hey. Are you looking for right now?
HHHC: Yes. Nice pic. You're hot and the right amount of hairy. Do you have a huge cock?
Me: Thanks. Yes.
HHHC: Want to come over? I'm in Liberty Village.
Me: Not far. I can be there in 15 min.
HHHC: See you soon! ;-)
***
"Hi."
"Hi."
"C'mon in. I hope you don't mind, but I always hangout in my underwear when I'm home."
"No, I really don't mind. You look very good in underwear."
"Thanks. Leave your clothes by the door. You can't leave the foyer with anything more than your underwear."
"Really?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"Umm. Well...I'm not wearing any underwear."
"Sweet. I'll take mine off. Your turn."
"Nice cock!"
"Yeah, it never disappoints. Your turn."
I can't believe I'm doing this! He's watching me while I strip in front of him. Shoes, then shirt, then pants, and now I'm standing naked in front of him.
"Mmmm. You'll definitely work. C'mon in. Would you like me to pour you a drink? I'm having scotch on the rocks."
"Make mine a double."
"I'm Buster."
"Buster? For real?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"No, no, no...I...I just never met a 'Buster' before."
"Then you're in for many firsts today. Your cock is looking real good."
"Your big beefy ass is making it twitch."
"My ass has a way with cocks. So, do you have a name."
"Dick. Well, it's Richard, but my friends call me Dick."
"Hmm. Can't wait to yell your name during sex, Dick."
"Same here...Buster."
"Here you go. Double scotch on the rocks."
"Thanks. Cheers!"
"I'll hold my cheering for the bedroom. Follow me."
***
"Dick, I want you to tie my hands and legs to the bed, with my ass up. I'll show you how, if you've never done this before. After I'm tied up, I want you to blindfold me and begin to abuse my body. First, I want you to smack my ass with this paddle. Smack it until it's glowing red and my cock is so hard it looks like it's about to explode. I'll tell you to stop if it's too much to handle, but I've never had to tell someone to stop."
"Do you want a safe word."
"Stop is the safe word. If you take advantage of the situation, I will track you down and hurt you. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Then I want you to rim my hole, make it wet and ready for your cock. I'll tell you when to stop. Grab my cock and my balls while your tongue is deep in my hole. Condoms and lube are on the nightstand. When you're done with the rim job, then I want a hard, deep fuck with your huge hard cock. I'm open to bareback, but it's up to you. If you bareback fuck me, shoot your load inside. When you cum after fucking me, push this dildo up my ass and swallow my cock. Suck my cock until I cum. If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, then I want to cum on your face. Slide yourself to my face and I will lick the cum off your face or I will kiss you deeply to taste the cum from your mouth. Not until I say so, keep the blindfold on. Got it?"
"I think so."
"Good. Tie me up and let's get to it. Want another drink before we begin?"
***
"Fuck me, Dick. That was hot! I loved the taste of my cum in your mouth."
"It's hard not to swallow from a sexy beast like you, Buster."
"Aren't you a charmer! Do you want to spend the night and go for round two?"
"Sure. But when do I get you to fill up my ass?"
"Round two means I get to tie you up."
"Tie me up, Buster. Give me every inch."

Shadows and Light

**Warning: contains a scene of forceful, non-consensual sex**
Tight and silky to the touch of my toes, arousal creeps along as I pull them up my right leg then repeated for the left. A final stretch over my crotch and I snap them into place against my waist. I bend over and run my hands over their silky sheerness, from my toes to my crotch. I linger at my crotch, inhaling its musky odour and enjoying the sensations of touch that trigger an erection. My one hand continues frolicking my crotch while the other begins to explore my chest, particularly my suddenly perky nipples. I squeeze and pinch, taking pleasure from these minute sparks of pain, triggering increased sensations in my erection.
One hand takes full reign over my erection. The touch of the silk stocking on my cock provides new, unknown sensations across my body. The other hand travels back to my crotch and rubs the silk stocking into the opening of my anus. This sends another surge of euphoria and my body involuntarily reacts with a loud moan. I use both hands to rip a small hole, exposing my anus and feel it tense at the touch of my finger against its opening. I lick my finger and bring it back to the opening, slowly pushing in until I'm knuckle deep. I discover my prostate and push against it: another rush, another moan. My other hand, with its strong grip on my erection, pumps my cock in tandem with the pulsating finger in my hole. I let go of my erect cock, spread my legs, and insert a second finger into my hole. The sensations magnify exponentially, making me light-headed, and I experience a rush through my cock. Suddenly, my cock explodes ejaculate all over the stockings and my body. I groan wildly and harness the sensation by keeping my fingers locked in my hole, pressing harder against my prostate. I grab some ejaculate with my free hand, spread it around a finger, and insert a third finger into my hole. I shriek from the pain but my body adjusts very quickly and I'm soon returned to a greater euphoria. I pump harder and faster, tensing my sphincter against my fingers, milking as much sensation possible. A second flash runs through my cock and I'm covered with more ejaculate and sweat. I slowly remove each finger and relish in the painful pleasure of their removal. I take each finger and lick them thoroughly, ingesting the musty, sweet and salty taste of my abused hole. My body feels gloriously spent and I fade into a slumber.
***
I wake up to the sound of a slamming door; it’s my roommate, looking at me with disgust. He throws his books to the ground and lunges at me. His hands wrap effortlessly around my soft, fragile neck, and the weight of his husky body collides against my chest.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, queer boy?" he rhetorically asks with his hands still firmly pressed around my neck. I try to squirm out of this position but he has me locked firmly down on my bed. I can neither speak nor breathe as I force my nails against his face, scraping a small piece of skin from his right cheek. This sends him into a red rage. He let's go of my neck and punches me in the face. He lifts himself from the bed, grabs my stockings, and forcefully rips them off my body, leaving a stinging sensation in various sensitive spots. With both hands, he grabs my body and flips it over, my bare ass exposed to the air. Before I get a chance to move, his husky body is on top of mine, with one hand pushing my face deep into my pillow. I hear the sound of a zipper open and spit flying from his mouth. Within seconds, he forces his erect cock deep into my hole. I scream from the pain that shoots across my body as it tries to reject his cock; but he pushes harder, increasing the pain, and successfully penetrates my hole.
"Queer boy likes it rough up the ass, don't ya?" he exhales between pushes. I scream into the pillow and my body tenses with every push. "Here it comes, queer boy! Take my seed like the hungry whore that you are." And I feel a much deeper thrust, one that permeates pain to my throat. It's so painful that it cuts through my voice and I can't scream. He holds his cock deep inside as his body shudders, releasing his ejaculate into my hole. He pushes hard against my head as the warm liquid fills me up. A slight release of pressure makes way for the weight of his entire body against my back. His warm, stale, heavy breathing wheezes against my neck and his cock begins to soften inside me. Seconds later he pulls out sharply, wipes his cock against my ass, and spits on me. "I bet you liked that, queer boy."
I remain motionless on the bed hoping he'll leave soon. I hear some shuffling as he zips up. After a momentary silence, he grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. He wraps something around my wrist; it's smooth and silky like my stockings. He ties my hands together, tight, and pulls my upper body back towards him. I scream from the pain so he throws me forcefully against the bed. His hand is pressed on the back of my head again with my face pushed into the pillow. "Don't make no noise, queer boy, or else I'll really make you suffer."
I try to withhold my tears but I can feel them bubbling up, getting ready to fall. I'm pulled up again by my arms and thrown off the bed. He drags me by the arms, opens the door to our dorm room, and throws me out into the hallway. "There ain't no space for no dirty whore queer boys in my room," he yells as he spits on me and kicks me in the stomach. He slams the door shut and leaves me in the middle of the hallway, exposed, with my hands tied behind my back. I don't move. I can't move. Every part of my body is either in pain or numb. Tears cover my face and I feel something wet flowing slowly out from my anus. I convince myself it's only his semen but I know it's probably mixed with blood from the forced intrusion of his cock. The entire ordeal has weakened me and I feel all energy escape my body. My teary eyes grow heavy as my mind floats lightly away from my body and I pass out.
***
I am vaguely aware of a soft touch to my skin. Its tender burn brings relief to some of the pain on my body. I struggle to open my eyes and look up at the Samaritan. It's a neighbouring dorm mate from a few doors down the hall.
"Who did this to you, Evan? Who left you tied up, bloody and bruised?" asks Greg, my Samaritan.
I try to open my mouth but words don't escape me; they're stifled by my tears. Greg kisses the top of my head and continues to softly touch my skin with a warm, wet cloth, washing away the pain from today.
"You can stay with me as long as you need to," smiles Greg, with warmth and compassionate. I keep crying and snuggle into his strong, warm body, and he embraces me. "I'll take care of you Evan. I won't let anyone hurt you again."