The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't real the story.
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Danny Boy - Part 10
One Thursday morning when I was making my rounds of the Oakland Contractor's Hall seeing what kind of hunks were lined up looking for a job, I spotted this real fine specimen of white muscle man. Handsome, dressed in a tank top, tattoos covered his arms and enough long black hair protruded from under his armpits, down his arms and up from the neckline of the tank top to fill this girls mind with lust. I'd never seen him around the hall before, figured he must be new to the area. Other guys were pointing to my van as I pulled up then talking with each other flashing me with their crotch lizards. The big guy was taking it all in, the reactions of the guys to me, obviously their comments before I approached. I had made this scene so many times in the past; they all just waited to see who was the lucky dude I would pull from the line this morning. Don't even guess! Of course, it was the big guy I had eyed with the body to kill for with all the hair and tattoos. As I approached, doing my usual routine, hips wiggling, letting my boobs bounce in the tight pink tee shirt to get their attention, they each did a hand to crotch adjustment hoping I would pick them. I just walked up to him, looked him straight in the eye and smiled!
"Surprise, you're the lucky recipient of one hot pussy this morning big guy!" I took his hand, lead him back to the van parked around the side of the building. The minute I entered through the side door with him, he took control of me. He shoved me to the back and had my top off sucking on my breasts and nipples. He was really munching down on them, as his hands worked up and down my sides, over my ass cheeks fondling and squeezing buns.
"My turn now big guy! Let's get that tank top off you so I can see that sexy, hairy body! I lifted his tank up over his head and he was already working to get my pants open and off me. When they dropped and he realized I was a boy he stopped abruptly. He threw me backward over the bed before I could get a good grip on my protective electronic device. It fell to my side and he grabbed it before I was able to recover from his swift blow to my chest. He grabbed the device and gave me a quick electric shock. It was not a pleasant experience. My body recoiled as it hit right in the middle of my stomach. He gave me another to the left breast, then another to the right one. The last two directed to my crotch, with a dead center hit. I could barely breath and curled up in the fetal position.
"YOUR A FUCKING BOY PUSSY AIN'T YOU BOY! I ain't never had me one with boobs before! Uncoil for Jake boy and I'll show you how a real man fucks his boy pussies!" He proceeded to zap me three more times in the chest and stomach until I blacked out from lack of air to my lungs, holding one hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. When I came to again, Jake had his pants open and was stroking and greasing up his dick with KY, he found on the shelf above the bed. He looked down into my eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, just glaring and said. "You going to behave yourself now boy and uncoil so I can fuck that pretty ass?" He had sat the device up out of reach on a shelf. I could see the handle from where I lay. I felt he must be through with the shock treatment.
"YES Jake, just don't shock me again!" He rolled me over on my stomach and pulled my ass up to join his dick head. In one swift plunge, he sunk the head into me. Another plunge and I felt the monster punch my prostrate gland, then continued until his pubic hair pressed against my buns. I could tell by the feel alone that it was big. He began to pull, stopping over my walnut and rotating his cock head on it until I was moaning. I could tell this guy had fucked guys before; he knew exactly how to turn me on. He kept slapping my ass and hips as his speed increased. The faster he went, the more excited and rough he became. He pulled me back up on my knees with my back against his chest and cupped a breast in each of his palms. He was rough the way he squeezed and flicked the nipples with his fingertips as he continued to dominate my insides - a real animal. As he neared climax he was biting and chewing on my shoulder, drooling and making guttural sounds. Just before he shot his load, he stiffened, fell forward pushing me flat down into the bed. I felt his dick pulsating in me and hot juices flowing up into my chute. I just automatically dropped my load when his dick blasted into me. My pussy muscles milked and squeezed, keeping him hard.
"What a hot fuck pussy boy! Jake's just getting started with you! You as good a Cock Sucker as you're a Pussy Boy. We are going to find out boy. He quickly pulled from me, rolled me over on my back. He straddled me and edged forward until his ass was sitting on my chest, his entire weight holding me down. I had my first look at his equipment. It was huge, well over average for a white man. It looked to be 12 inches or more, uncircumcised, and a fat one. It was right in my face. He slapped it back and forth over my lips, face and hose. "Your going to make love to Jake's big cock for awhile now; kiss it boy! That's it, now pull the skin back and clean it up real good!" When I pulled the foreskin back, the monster had a coating of white headcheese spread completely covering the glands where they slightly flared upward. The smell was atrocious! It smelled just like Limburger cheese. He grabbed me by the hair and directed my mouth back to his dick head. "Now cut the cheese with your tongue. If you want a couple of black eyes pull away again! I ain't telling you again boy! Do it!" I closed my eyes, pretended it smelled good, and lapped it all up as commanded. I realized I had been lucky up to now, as most guys keep that area clean. My biggest surprise, it tasted much better than it smelled, kind of like cheesy lemon yogurt did. I lapped it up, then looked up at him and smiled in defiance, just to let him know he had not humiliated me. "Liked that huh boy! Well, I'll be sure and remember that! Now suck it down boy, time to see what kind of cock sucker you are!"
"I've never had any complaints dick head!"
"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK," right across the face again with his huge paw. "I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD TALK BOY! NOW GET BUSY! YOU RUB YOUR TEETH ON ME AND YOUR DEAD MEAT!" I rolled my tongue around his the head and glands, but he soon said, "Take the whole thing boy! You ain't getting me off quick, pulling that trick on me. Down the throat with it!" He held my head, push it until it hit my larynx, then he shoved hard and it went down the trachea into the bowels of my throat. He held it there until I felt I must have been getting blue in the face from lack of oxygen. He finally pulled it out just enough that I could get air from my nose down into my lungs. A regular throat invading routine followed until, again, he stiffened and dropped another load into me. "That good boy, you're going to be my new cock sucker and pussy boy for awhile, until I get tired of you. You better know how to cook to boy!" He closed his pants, buttoned them, pulled his tank top back on and went through the van looking for something. He found a roll of duck tap, returned with it and bound me around the wrists and feet. He left me nude lying on the bed. He went through my pant pockets, found my keys, and we were soon driving off through old downtown Oakland. He pulled down an alleyway and parked next to a side entrance to what looked to be a very sleazy old hotel that looked as converted into a rooming house. He removed the tape, had me dress. He grabbed the electronic device and led me through the side door, down a short hallway to a caged area where a guy sat reading the paper.
"Hey Ned, I got me a new boy here, real hot one. He's got boobs and nice big nipples, really a good cock sucker and butt boy! Now, if he knows how to cook, we got ourselves a real prize pussy here. I've got to that his van back near the union hall, wipe it down for my prints, and get back to the carpenter's hall and try to get some work today. I don't want to have to turn this one into a whore like that last boy bitch Bobbie, to earn some money for me. He's a class act! He's far too fine to work the streets. I ain't that hungry yet to turn him into a whore like Bobbie was for me. Sure like to find that little fuck. Still don't know how he got loose from us. According to his driver's license his names Danzel Van Goagen. Some fucking name, huh buddy! Let's just call him Danny. Danny meet Ned, my roommate, manager of this fucking dump. Ned, you watch Danny for me while I take care of business. Help yourself to my new boy Ned, test the boy out, see what you think! Might want to keep him shackled with this duck tape so he don't get away from you until we can get him up in the apartment when I get back. I'll pick up something from KFC for tonight and tomorrow we'll see if he can cook. Ned unlocked the large cage and Jake shoved me in, handed the duct tape to Ned and left.
"Well ain't you a pretty thing Danny! So! You've been working the streets huh boy! Well, me and Big Jake will take good care of you from now on boy!" He was rubbing himself all the time he was talking to me getting excited from the looks of what was bulging in his britches. Ned was also a white guy, not ugly, but not ugly either, as opposed to good looking like Jake. He had those big hands and big feet I told you about earlier in my story. There was more than enough dick in there, when he pulled his Wanger out waved it at me. He pushed me to my knees between his legs and shoved it between my lips. However, very large indeed, he wasn't quite as long or big around as I had experienced with Jake. He was circumcised and quite clean smelling. He had obviously just taken a shower with 'Irish Spring' soap. He was a rough fuck too, pounded my throat like a jackhammer. I had no trouble getting him off. His sperm was sweet and tasty. I smiled at him after he dumped his load, buttoned up and bound my feet to the legs of a big chair he had me sit in. He handed me a pile of magazines to rummage through to keep me occupied while he did bookwork for the business. I looked at the cage door lock. It took a key to release it from either side. There was no way I could escape. I asked him if he could unbind my legs, so I could move around. He gave me the ok and I undid my legs and walked around a bit in the cage.
"Ned, I have to go to the bathroom really bad! I'm really in pain here!"
"OK Boy, I'll take you upstairs to the apartment and hook you up so you can have the run of the place for awhile, maybe want to even take a nap. I'm sure you won't be getting much sleep tonight boy!" We walked into a large seating area that must have once been the hotel lobby where a few old men and women were seated reading newspapers and a couple of children were playing. They ran up to Ned and wanted a pig-e-back ride. "Not now Joey, I'm busy, maybe later!" When we got in the old rickety elevator, he pushed the button for the sixth floor. It seemed like forever for it to climb to the sixth floor. He led me down the hall to room 608. As we entered, I could see it was clean, but a very basic apartment conversion, consisting of a living room, kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. He grabbed me and pulled a full size shinny metal cable from the closet. He attached one end with a big metal ankle ring attached to one it to my ankle and clicked a padlock on it. The other end he attached to a metal device and padlocked it to a cable that ran the full length of the apartment; similar to a dog run setup. It obviously gave me access to the whole apartment, yet made me a captive. He pointed me headed for the bathroom and left.
After I went to the bathroom, I checked the place out completely. They had the place escape proof. Even the windows had security bars over them on the outside. The one that led to the fire escape had a large deadbolt with a padlock holding it from releasing. There was no telephone, so I assumed they didn't have one, or had cell telephones. The clock on the wall said it was after 2pm, so I knew why my stomach was growling. I made my way to the kitchen to see how well they had it stocked. Actually, I was quite surprised to find a very good supply of canned goods, a full loaf of wheat bread, hamburger rolls, hotdog buns, and other non- perishables in the cupboards. I checked out the refrigerator and found it well stocked too. I found milk, butter, mayonnaise, hamburger meat, orange juice, some fresh fruit and vegetables, lunch meats, and many condiments, like pickle relish, ketchup, and mustard. Across the bottom were at least a 12 pack of beer and a fifth of red gin. In the freezer portion, I found many TV dinners, frozen chicken and frozen vegetables. I made myself a huge lunch meat sandwich, a salad, grabbed a beer and sat at the table wondering how Jamie may have escaped from this prison as I ate. As I thought of possible escape methods, I walked around with my sandwich and beer checking them out. The keys I found didn't fit the padlock securing my ankle to the ankle ring. I checked every drawer, every closet and every coat or hiding place, I could find for a key, a cell telephone, anything that would offer a solution to my involuntary captivity. I finally gave up and took as much of my clothing off as I could and crawled into Jake's bed. It hadn't been changed in awhile; his scent penetrated my nasal passages. I buried my nose in his pillow and fell asleep actually thinking of how nicely he had pounded my ass that morning.
Shaken awake by Jake standing over me, he lifted me to the edge of the bed and removed the ankle band, pulled my shorts off leaving me nude. He pulled me to my feet and popped a good one on the ass cheeks. "Get your buns into the kitchen pussy boy and get a salad made to go with the chicken I bought for me, Ned and you to eat tonight. It's after 6 o'clock already and we are hungry. Get your buns moving pussy boy." He popped me on the ass all the way to the kitchen seeing that I wasn't moving fast enough to suit him. Both he and Ned stood, poked and prodded me drinking beer as I made the salad. By the time I had the salad made, the table set, and we sat down to dinner the two of them had drank four beers each. They scarf down chicken, mash potatoes and gravy, cold slaw, and a couple more beers. While I was cleaning up, they rolled joints and did other things I need not even mention. Oh hell, why not! They had what seemed to be a fart contest. I knew that chicken, milk and eggs would cause a guy to fart a lot. However, they were doing it, one after the other from KFC chicken, creamy cold slaw, mash potatoes and many beers. By the time I joined them and they lit a joint, they were both farting real stinker-roos. It seemed to be quite natural with them, so I just ignored their playtime warm up event. I began to wonder what was to follow. They lifted me up on the table between their two chairs and passed three joints back and forth between us.
Jake whispered something to Ned and he got up, went into the kitchen area and returned with a glass and the bottle of Slow Gin. Jake pored a glass full, took a couple of gulps, put it to my lips and told me to chug the rest down. I hesitated just a bit to long, got another swift backhand across my face, and chugged it all down. He filled it again, handed it to Ned, he took a couple of good chugs, put it to my lips again and I knew better than hesitate. Down it went. Knowing what slow gin does to me, I told them any more and I would get sick as a dog if they forced anymore down me. By the time the joints and the Gin kicked in they were having a good time holding my legs up in the air, dipping their fingers in a glass of the Red Gin, rubbing it in my pussy. They working it around, poking at my little hard internal nut. When they had that game well on its' way, they started licking and sucking the gin out of me. They got me so fucking turned on doing this that I just held my legs up and let them have their fun. Jake was the first to stand and put his meat to me. Ned leaned over and nibbled, sucked and nipped my nipples. When Jake dropped that load into me, he traded places with Ned and they continued helping themselves to my assets. Every time I resisted them in any way, Jake smacked me, either across the face or on the ass. I must have been fucked all night long with one or the other passing me back and forth and taken to their separate bedrooms until well after 3am. I finally just went to sleep from exhaustion and they realized I was not worth fucking anymore that night.
I watched their daily routines for over a week of captivity, mentally watching where they put the dead bolt key after they lock the door from inside. I also watched where they put their cell telephones at night, and where the key went for the ankle iron when they unlocked me at night. I soon knew their habits. I learned hiding places each used. They were both heavy beer drinkers every night, adding the Slow Gin when they really wanted to party. I planned my escape. I knew I had to get them stoned or drunk enough at night to make my escape successfully. They usually put the ankle restraint hooked to the cable on me before they partied too heavily, but once in awhile they forgot. That was when I had to make my move. Weeks went by before the first opportunity lent itself for my escape. Jake wasn't getting jobs as he had hoped. Ned received a very small salary plus the free apartment. They were strapped for money and started using my credit cards to purchase food, and gasoline for Jake's pick-up. They didn't know that the bill would be going to my address where three big guys would be seeing them that were my protectors. Jake was making daily withdrawals of cash with my debit card after he forced the code out of me by knocking me around for two days. He kept bringing real scumbags by each day charging them to fuck me. He made them wear rubbers, but some of them were ugly, fat, old pigs. He was using me as a whore to make money for them.
About two full months of captivity, going into the third, my three guys knocked the apartment door down with a fire axe in the middle of the night, and beat the living crap out of both Jake and Ned. They gathered my credit cards and me, told them leave me alone or they would be back again and finish them off for good. I'm sure both Jake and Ned had to go to some emergency ward to get some of their wounds tended. Did I tell my three husbands how I fell into Jake's trap? Hell no! I was out hitting the streets again within a month. I truly had become a whore boy and found justification to myself for my actions. My attitude was. "Variety Is the Spice of Life! Get A Lot while You're Young!"
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