Blame Quentin

By Mickey S (NJRimzu)

Published on Aug 4, 2005

Gay

This story contains scenes of sex between men. If that offends you or you are not old enough to be reading this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this little figment of my imagination. While this story was inspired by real people and events, it is a work of fiction. The characters live in a fantasy world where all sex is safe. In the real world it is not, so precautions should be taken.

Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.

Chapter Ten

I did as Quentin had asked and didn't look at the web site over the weekend. On Monday I was naked when he knocked at the door. Griff, Reggie and Jorge were all with him. It looked like we were having a group activity.

They all got settled in the living room and I got beers all around. Quentin explained how the evening was going to go.

"Show time isn't until nine, so we've got plenty of time. Let's just relax for a while and then we'll get set up in the bedroom. This will be an easy one for you, Mike, and there's no need to surprise you. I guess Griff's video clips inspired this request because lots of guys have asked to see you gang banged by a bunch of black guys. Fortunately, we've got that. If they'd asked for white guys I don't know what we would have done."

"So it'll be just like that night Griff brought the guys over here?"

"Well, if you'll recall, Mikey, I wasn't here that night." Quentin gave both Griff and me a dirty look. "But that first night we all came over and took pictures was the kind of thing we'll be doing. It will be a lot like that, only rougher."

"You mean we call him names and smack him around, Quent?" Reggie looked like he was going to enjoy that part.

"Some, but remember, it's a show. We don't want to hurt Mike."

We went into the bedroom a half hour before show time to rehearse a bit. The guys got undressed and Jorge positioned the camera. At nine, the show began. At first I think we were all conscious of the camera, aware that people were watching through that eye, but after a while we all got into it. The guys fucked me in size order, being careful not to hurt me but trying to look as careless and rough as possible. Once in me they each pounded as hard as they could. The others crowded around, shoving dicks in my mouth, pinching my nipples, squeezing my balls. Jorge handled the camera. He didn't change the position of it any more than absolutely necessary but he was able to zoom in and out just by hitting a key on the keyboard.

Even though the guys were treating me a lot rougher this time, I enjoyed it more. It's not that I was getting off on the abuse, but the other times they'd fucked me, they were all just using my body, having their way with me. It was very one-sided. If I got off on it, fine, but that's not what they were there for. This time we were all playing a part, so I felt like I was part of a group of friends, working together on something. Even though my body was being abused more than ever, I didn't feel like I was being used. We were all equals in the show.

Without being obvious about it, Quentin timed us and kept the pace going so the show lasted exactly an hour. All four of them fucked me and came in my ass. Jorge was especially proud of a close-up he caught of Griff shooting his load. Griff had pulled out just as he started to shoot so the first big glob hit the rim of my gaping hole. His second spurt went right inside me before my hole winked shut, then he plowed back in and finished up inside. Because Quentin and Reggie had fucked me first, by the end of the hour they were both able to shoot second loads onto my face after fucking my mouth for a while.

When Quentin came over to fuck me on Tuesday and Thursday he was still excited about the show. Apparently, the response had been great. He couldn't stop talking about the emails, except when we were in bed, of course. He was so carried away that he didn't mind cuddling for a while after sex, something we never did. Actually, I cuddled in his arms and he rambled on and on about possible shows, but it was nice anyway.

The second show turned out to be veggie night. Quentin and Jorge showed up with a bagful of vegetables. Some celery, carrots, cucumbers, zucchini, squash, all lengths and thicknesses. Quentin spent the hour inserting them while Jorge operated the zoom. While some of them involved a lot of stretching, I didn't find it all that enjoyable. And while Quentin and Jorge seemed fascinated watching all of that stuff disappear up my ass and stretch open my hole, I think they both got off much more on fucking me after the show was over. I know I did.

The following Monday I was surprised when I opened the door and saw Marc and Gary with Quentin. They were each affectionate as they walked past me. Marc kissed me on the cheek and tugged at my dick. Gary also gave me a kiss but he pulled on my balls. We spent an hour just hanging out in the living room. Marc and Gary were more into mixed drinks than beer and by now I had a fully stocked bar, courtesy of Quentin, so I joined the guys with a gin and tonic. Two actually. It was so nice to be with regular guys who liked me and enjoyed talking to me, not just guys who wanted to fuck me. I was definitely buzzed by the time we went into the bedroom about a quarter to nine. Quentin got the computer and cam set up while the others undressed. Quentin then stripped off his clothes and pushed me back on the bed.

"It's gonna be a quick fuck for you and me tonight, babe. I'm not gonna be a part of the show, so I just want to loosen you up. The three of you will be the whole show this time."

So Quentin warmed me up while I licked and sucked the other two cocks, not seriously working on them, just keeping them hard. At nine Quentin got me positioned on the bed so the camera was a bit to the side and toward my legs. He'd get a side view of the fucking with close-ups of the actual penetration. Gary went first, placing his long wide tool at my entrance and slowing pushing it in as Quentin zoomed in. Once he was in and started fucking, Quentin zoomed back so my face was also in the picture. Marc straddled my head, his long thick rod running down my face, his balls resting on my forehead. I opened my mouth and licked his head with my tongue. I bent my head back a little and he slowly fed me his python. He got into the same rhythm as Gary, the two of them fucking me from either end. I was like a pig on a spit and I assumed that was the intended effect. That was obviously this week's request.

Neither guy was in any hurry to cum, but we had an hour to fill so I didn't expect any quick orgasms. I kept my hands away from my own throbbing dick, partly so I didn't block the camera, partly because I knew I couldn't cum until the last couple of minutes, if then, depending on Quentin's instructions. After about twenty minutes the guys changed places. Marc stretched me a little more than Gary but it was a nice feeling. It had been a long time since I'd felt any pain at penetration. I was getting good at relaxing my hole as much as I needed to and then tightening up to clamp down on whatever was inserted. The guys fucked me from either end for another twenty minutes or so when they both pulled out at once.

"Okay guys, you know what to do." I assumed Quentin was talking to Marc and Gary because I had no idea what we were doing.

Gary helped me up off the bed and Marc lay down, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed toward the camera. He kept his head tilted back so his face wouldn't show. Gary then directed me to straddle Marc's hips, my back to the camera. Marc was holding his thick pole straight up, only inches from my ass and I knew what I was expected to do. I was going to ride the pony. I slowly sat, impaling myself on that huge rod, picturing in my mind what a great shot the camera behind me was getting of it. Once it was completely buried in me, I bounced up and down on it for a while, enjoying the ride. Marc thrust up into me, twisting and rotating his hips to go into me at different angles, stretching me even further.

After a while, he reached up and grabbed my shoulders. He pulled me down onto his chest so my face was inches from his. He gave me a little peck on the lips. We both knew that was a no-no. Quentin had always made it clear to everyone he'd brought over that they were there to fuck me, not kiss me. Even Quentin had never kissed me. Marc didn't try to use his tongue; it was just a friendly kiss. He smiled and winked at me. I felt the bed move and looked back. Gary was sitting next to us, massaging my cheeks, pulling them apart, giving the camera a clear shot of Marc's huge cock buried in my ass. Gary started playing with that cock and my hole, feeling his lover's rod in my hot ass. I felt the extra stretch as he slid a finger up inside me, alongside Marc. He finger fucked me, rubbing Marc's cock at the same time. It was an incredibly hot feeling.

Marc distracted me by sticking a bottle of poppers under my nose. I usually didn't do that, preferring to remain clear-headed when I was with strangers, but I was very comfortable with Marc and Gary so I took a hit in each nostril. Just as the rush washed over me, I felt Gary move up over me, straddling both of us. He pressed his dick against my hole and Marc's cock. I knew immediately what he was going to try to do and I panicked, clamping down tight on Marc.

"Take it easy, babe, you can handle it," Marc whispered in my ear. He put the bottle up to my nose again. "Take another hit, a real big one."

I did as he said and seconds later felt my whole body relax. Gary felt it too and pushed into me at that moment, popping his head through my already stretched ring. I felt a stab of pain and gasped. Marc shoved the bottle under my nose again and I took a deep breath. The pain subsided and I felt Gary's wide pole slowly slide into me. Marc and I just lay there letting Gary control the penetration. When I felt his pubes against my butt I knew he was as far in as he was going to get. I was stunned, knowing I had those two huge rods inside me. I'd lost my erection when Gary first entered me but now it was back, so hard that it hurt.

Gary began carefully pumping into me. Marc lightly thrust upwards but he couldn't move much with both of us on top of him. My dick was being ground into Marc's abdomen, sliding through his treasure trail lubed by my precum. Whether it was because the fit was so much tighter or it turned him on to be sharing a hole with his lover, Gary couldn't hold out very long. He fucked for five minutes or so and then abruptly pulled out of me, leaving my ass feeling empty even though Marc's thick log was still inside me. A half-second later I felt Gary's hot seed spurting onto my hole. Marc had resumed thrusting upwards and was gasping under me. Gary lifted my hips pulling me off Marc's rod. He grabbed it and stroked it a few times until it shot up into the air, splattering all over my ass. The two of them spun me around until I was facing the camera, then lowered me onto Marc's still hard and cum-covered tool. Gary placed my hand on my dick and had me stroke myself. In just a few short seconds I shot my load straight toward the camera. The intense orgasm drained not only my balls but all of my strength and I collapsed backwards onto Marc's chest, just as Quentin signaled that the show was over.

"That was fuckin' fantastic, guys! You were all great, except you, Mike. You were amazing! I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life."

With that he dragged me off Marc's body, threw my legs over his shoulders and plunged his rod into me, fucking like a madman before he was even all the way in. In less than a minute he thrust hard into me and stiffened up, shooting his load deep inside me. When he pulled out and lowered my legs I was completely exhausted and felt like I couldn't move. I just lay there for a while as the guys cleaned themselves and me. Gary went into the kitchen and fixed a round of drinks. The three of them got dressed and we all went into the living room.

"Marc and I want to thank you, Mike. We've fantasized about fucking a guy together for years but never found anyone who could do it. You are truly amazing."

"Glad I could accommodate you, so to speak. When I realized what you were gong to do I didn't think it would work. I guess I surprised myself."

"Yeah, Mikey, I'm beginning to think that sweet little hole of your doesn't have any limits. I'm sure we'll find out as time goes by."

Marc asked Quentin what kind of requests we were getting and Quentin answered generally because he didn't want to give anything away to me. He said we'd probably be doing things with different kinds of toys, doing some bondage scenes, maybe a little CBT.

"Any strange requests?"

"Lots of them. Even though I made it clear we wouldn't do anything that involved extreme pain or permanent damage, we've gotten several requests for different kinds of piercing and branding. There was one real sicko, too. He wanted me to wrap piano wire around Mike's balls and then sharply pull it tight, slicing his balls off, live, on camera. He even requested a split screen, with one camera on his balls and one on his face as it happened. A real nutcase."

A pain shot through my groin and I felt sick to my stomach at the same time. This was supposed to be fun. I thought we were just playing. Quentin saw the look on my face.

"Don't worry, Mike, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. You have my word on that. The whole point of doing these fantasies is for us to entertain safely. We're going to have fun filling your ass and our members will have fun watching it. That's all."

The next few weeks we put on the shows that Quentin had described. He must have bought out the adult bookstore out on the highway. He brought over several dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, balls, beads and all kinds of restraints, blindfolds and gags. One night he spanked and paddled my ass but that's about as far as we went into S&M, since I discovered I really hated pain and Quentin didn't enjoy inflicting pain on me. What he did like was filling my hole, so that's what he found a new way to do every Monday. He tied me up, blindfolded me, raped my ass with his toys, forcing some into me that I thought were too big to fit in any human. He always got off on the shows and I always got off on pleasing him. Most of the time he didn't need another cock for the shows but he usually brought Jorge along to work the camera so he could focus on the action.

As exciting as the challenges Quentin brought to my hole on Mondays were, my favorite nights were Tuesdays and Thursdays, when he came over alone and it was just the two of us, no toys and no cameras. He made love to me (he called it fucking) and afterward we just hung out, sometimes talking, sometimes watching TV. I learned more about him but he still wouldn't share any feelings with me. I felt like we were friends, but there was still a wall between us. Maybe we were more like friendly business partners, not friends. Although partners would even be pushing it. He was definitely the CEO of our little enterprise and I was the employee who did what I was told. Except employees at least got paid. The more I analyzed our relationship the more confused and depressed I got, so I learned not to think about it so much. I just tried to enjoy the evenings spent with Quentin.

To be continued...

Next: Chapter 11


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