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Summary:
Last time we saw the twink Camron (17) aka Cum-dump he had his arms tied, his knees bent by rope connecting his balls to his toes and a pair of nipple clamps keeping him bent over.
He wears a pink dog collar with chiming bells and there's a dildo up his ass covered in hot sauce. Cum is all over his stomach (his own) and his chin (Will's). He's greatly sweating and a bit muddy.
He's outside on the terrace of his step dad's mansion. There's a party going on downstairs.
I walked up to the nearest glass door, partially obscured by curtains. There were people inside. I could only hope that it wasn't my dad or brother. Someone was going to see me like this, but I had no other way of getting inside.
Knocking my knee against the glass, I got the attention of whoever was inside.
A long haired guy in boxer shorts opened for me. He had glassy eyes, making me think he either was very drunk or very stoned. He smelled like both.
The guy stared at me with a bored expression that quickly gave way to surprise followed by amusement.
"The fuck? What are you?"
I looked up as far as possible with my bondage gear on. My voice was trembling and weak. As I spoke, the vibrations in my stained neck made the bells ring.
"Please let me in. I live here. I've been forced into-"
He chuckled. "Whatever. Shut the fuck up. Come on in."
Mercifully, he stepped aside and I entered my house behind him. Someone had been using my parent's bed. The guy took a closer look at me while I tried to figure out my next step.
"Hey kid!" slurred the pale guy, "Is that cum? The fuck? All over your chin and chest and abs and... everywhere. Aren't you a little young to be such a perverted cock-whore?"
"I'm not- erm..."
What was I supposed to say? I was literally covered in cum. That fact that most of it was my own wasn't going to make me seem less perverted. And I was still hard, with my pathetic dick pressed against my stomach.
The drunk stoner grinned knowingly. "If that's what you're after I can help you."
Despite my inarticulate noises of protests, the guy walked to the waste basket and fished a used condom from it.
He unrolled the thing and held it above my head.
"Head's up. Open your suck hole, cockwhore."
"I- you don't underst-"
His large hand grabbed my jaw and forced it up with more strength than necessary. Not only did his fingers bruise my cheeks, the fact that he forced me to look straight up caused the rope from my nipples to my balls to stretch like never before.
My eyes watered. I was unable to speak. The position strained my neck and the collar around it, cutting off my airflow.
"Hey, I don't judge. Just take it. Really, I don't mind," said the guy with sincere involvement.
It was the easiest way out of this mess. I could explain afterwards. So I raised my head as much as the ropes allowed and received the fresh cum drops. This time I swallowed a bit. The rest landed in my hair and on my forehead.
"Is it good cum, whore?" said the guy, letting go of my jaw. I winced as the pain went back to its normal amount, now joined by an aching in my face.
I wasn't going to explain every detail, I just had to get out of the gear.
"Um, sure man, great cum. Listen, could you take off my clips?"
Stoner guy smiled as if he understood something I didn't. "Ah, I get it! Can't bend your back for cock too well with those on? Sure, lemme help you."
He untied the rope from my balls that had kept my upper body in position. I sighed with relieve as I could go back to straightening my spine.
Without warning, he ripped the rope off, together with the clips. I screamed at the top of my lungs, regardless of the possibility that the men downstairs might hear me. The pain drowned out even the hot sauce for a moment.
My collar bells ringed merrily to my contortions as the feeling returned to my chest, sending hot waves of pain that was rivaled only by what the inside of my ass was going through.
The hot-sauce-pain was still making me sweat, covering me with a glistening layer of perspiration, that kept the cum on me from fully drying.
Stoner guy was visible proud of himself. "Ha, did I do that right? I've never done this to a bondaged cock-hungry fag. Oh, sorry, cock-hungry gay person," the guy corrected himself earnestly.
While I recovered from the shock with deep breaths, he went back to the waste bin.
"Hey, someone was here before us. Who was that again? Whatever."
He pulled another used condom from the bin. I was too startled to speak so I just raised my head and swallowed the jizz. Most of it dropped on my chest now that I could fully bend up and arched my back more than I had too, flexing my spine's regained freedom.
As I bent back into a neutral position the cum on my chest fell drop by drop onto the hardwood floor.
My knees were screaming for relieve - I was still forced to bend them after all - so I kneeled down and licked the cum off the hardwood. This one didn't even taste half bad. Actually it was the best cum I had had so far. I could get used to this one.
This would also give me a break from the stoner guy, I figured. Hopefully I could formulate a response and relax my shaky legs. What should be so bad about cum anyway?
The drunk or stoned guy slapped his forehead in epiphany, just as I had cleaned up the last drop.
"Oh right! I remember who was in here. It was the guy who owns the place. Kale's dad. Great guy. You'd like him."
I froze.
Helpful-guy went outside onto the terrace, considering his good deed done, while I stayed on the floor on my spread legs, tongue still on the now cleanly licked ground.
Seconds later, I snapped back into reality. I had sucked up my stepfather's cum.
I felt like I should be disgusted with myself, but it wasn't as if had known beforehand, right?
Whatever, I needed to get this plug out of me - desperately. Going out after the guy was not an option, but I knew my way around the house. I lived here after all.
Adjacent to the bedroom was a bathroom with a bidet. I went inside, waddling with my knees bent again, turned on the lights with my shoulder and rubbed my asshole on the bidet valve until the plug was pushed out - finally.
My moan of relieve echoed from the walls. The burning sensation was still there but at least I didn't feel so full anymore. My guts relaxed and tightened back up inside me.
Looking in the full length mirror next to me, I could see my pathetic little dick sticking from my cum covered, sweaty, lean-muscular teen twink body.
I let cool water run over my hole as I cried with relive. The tears did nothing to wash away the drying, sticky cum all over my face, hair and chest. And not to forget my own spunk on my stomach.
The water was only a little bit helpful. The burning pain inside my guts wasn't subsiding yet but at least there was no more hot-sauce on the outside of my ass.
Another thing that was not subsiding was my erection.
Unable to free my arms or straighten my legs I sat down on the cold tiles. After having been sweaty from the hot sauce I shivered from the sudden chill, but I didn't want to get up and strain my knees further.
Looking around for a way to free myself, my thighs rubbed against my dick. I'd have to get off once more before I could think clearly again.
I got up and sat down on the rim of the bath tub. This allowed me to keep my legs relaxed while leaning forward to rub my dick between my torso and the cold bathtub.
As the bells rhythmically cheered me on, the ceramic of the tub became uncomfortably hard under my tormented ass.
Strangely I felt like I was lacking stimulation. The burning in me had now subsided somewhat but without the plug I felt... empty. Nothing was pushing that one amazing spot just up my hole.
Nevertheless, thanks to early teen hormones - and perhaps the super-viagra pills Will had forced down my throat - I was closing in on an orgasm quickly.
Since the ceramic was really hard on my taint, I was constantly shifting. As the point of no return drew close, I spasmed just as I was shifting into a new position.
I fell into the tub in the moment of my orgasm. The cum sprayed onto me. From my crotch to my chin, everything got a drop of my juice.
Falling had given me a little shock, making me kick out instinctively. My balls were being pulled harder than ever before. With the bells chiming to the ongoing spasms, I cried out, hearing it echo back from the tiled walls.
A full minute later the spreading pain in my crotch and lower abdomen had dulled. I was able to climb out of the tub clumsily and survey my situation.
There wasn't that much left to do. Now I only had to get rid of my collar, my arms and leg ropes and flush out my guts.
While I formulated a plan, I heard someone entering the adjacent bedroom. Walking outside in hoped of helpful-guy's return I found yet another frat boy, dressing down to his boxers.
He yelled as soon as he spotted me.
"Fuck. What the- who are you?"
This wasn't going to be easy, as I didn't exactly look a lot less terrible than minutes ago. All I had left on me was the rope keeping my toes and balls connected, my arm ties, the cum all over me and the red marking from the nipple clamps. Not to forget the bell-collar.
"I'm Camron, I live h-"
"No shut up. Shut the fuck up."
"Um."
This guy was much buffer than the one before – one of Kale's football player friends or maybe one of dad's younger clients. Somewhere between mid-twenty and mid-thirty. And he seemed neither particularly drunk nor stoned. The only thing he seemed to be was angry.
"I don't care, fucker. You can't be here. I have a hot chick coming in here any moment."
"Okay, I'll leave. I-"
He stepped closer, his muscles flexing intimidatingly. The guy was about a foot taller than me.
"No, you can't run into her. What do you think, you perverted fag? Spying on men, fucking their dates. Does that get you off?"
"No I-"
"Shut up. Look at your dick. You're rock hard right now. Disgusting fag! You- oh shit, is that cum? How many guys did you blow? Man, you are one slutty fag. Aren't you a little young for that?"
"No but-"
"Shut! Up! She can't see you here. You know what? Fine, you can watch, but be quiet."
The guy grabbed a pillow from my parent's bed, tore a slice of fabric off it and quickly gagged me.
If I had tried to shout, the gag would have done nothing to stop me. But the buff guy tied it strongly enough around my head to bruise my lips and cheeks further.
He was pushing me back into the bathroom when he got a text on his phone. The guy pulled the device form his sweatpants.
"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She can't do this to me. Not again. Urg!"
He looked at me, with sadness in his face. "She's not coming."
We stood in awkward silence. What was I supposed to say or do? Then the big guy's face lit up with a devious grin.
"I'll do you a good one, perv. I'm horny as hell, and I can see, you're too. I'm going to think of her. 's that okay?"
I had no idea what he was talking about. Tonight I was particularly slow. He was going to think of her? Of course that was okay. That's what boyfriends are supposed to do.
Lacking better options, I nodded enthusiastically, ringing the bells. He smiled, grabbed my collar and pushed me onto the bed on my stomach. With the rope that had once been attached to my nipple clips (and was now on the floor) he tied my ankles to my collar, fully bending my knees.
My legs and neck were being pulled toward each other by the rope, forcing my back to arch painfully. As a result, my ass was on display. My tied arms rested uselessly in the small of my back as I tried not to choke from the collar's pull.
Behind me the guy did thing I could only hear. The sound of plastic tearing was unmistakable. The position I was bound in didn't afford me the ability to speak, the collar pressed on my throat and every movement only furthered the mix of pain from my balls, legs and back.
He put on a condom and lubed it up in record time. I broke into a sweat again. Did I have a way to prevent this from happening? Maybe I could signal him that- Slam! He spanked my ass. I yelled into the pillow-sheet gag.
Mr. Angry pushed in all the way.
The plug had done a lot of work loosening me up but his dick still spread me with sharp pain, ripping my sphincter to shreds. I yelled into the gag and also the bed sheets as he pressed my face down, his hand in my hair.
Even in my bound state I hopped away from him, off his dick. My teen ass was not able to take a dicking this deep.
"Ah, you like that, don't you? Playing coy."
He slapped my ass again, pulling me back by my ankles and pushed in further. Impossibly, he was bigger than the dildo. This time he held onto my wrist ties, keeping me from hopping away again.
I didn't know that my guts were this deep. This dick forced its way past all turns of my digestion system, rubbing brutally against my insides at a hundred untouched places.
Taking me from behind, he kept spanking my cheeks – the ones on my butt and my face.
Strangely the lube was helping to cool the hot sauce burning, actually making the sex somewhat useful to me. The condom protected my virginity-taker from experiencing the burn on his dick.
"Fuck, you're one tight little pervert. Oh, fuck. I'm so close already."
My own dick - still hard - was trapped between my stomach and the bed. The guy rocking back and forth jerked me off nicely.
Once more I had the bells as companions as I was rubbing off. This time I was also getting pounded. In between his humps the guy whispered in my ear, talking mostly to himself.
"Oh yeah, I know you love it, pervert. I'm the sexgod here. That bitch doesn't know what she's missing. Can't have a sexgod like me every day."
Sexgod's hands wandered up and down my slim frame whenever he wasn't hitting me. As he settled into a steady rhythm, his dick was hitting the special spot in me more often than not.
Soon I was approaching climax.
I could feel my cum spray on my parent's bed as I had the strongest orgasm in my short life. I trembled and spasmed uncontrollably. He was much thicker than the dildo, so I noticed that my asshole clenched as I came, holding the guy in a grip stronger than my hands ever could.
He yelled. He slapped my head from behind. Then the rocking ceased. Hot cum dripped from my hole, past his still inserted dick – the condom was unable to hold all of it.
"Want do drink this cum too? You've got a lot around your lips. I'm guessing that's your thing?"
He pulled out, leaving me a lot emptier that I had felt after losing the plug. Taking a tissue from the night stand, Sexgod fiddled with the condom, not wanting to touch it.
As I rolled to my side, I was ungagged and drank the cum directly from the condom, like a capri sun. It wasn't as good as my dad's. But I was not ab out to complain in his face.
The guy left me, but he was kind enough to undo the ropes that forced my back into an arch, again leaving me with only the one's that bound my toes and balls together. (Plus wrist ties, plus collar.)
The hot sauce burn had ceased, but a different sensation had taken its place. A dull soreness pumping inside me and around the rim of my hole. Part of me felt like I could fall asleep right there, but my joints were still aching.
I had to get out of this gear. I got up from the filthy bed and made my way out of the room.
Finally, it was time to find the frat boy who had done this to me, or at least an opportunity to free myself entirely.
The corridor was empty. I moved as slowly as possible, but the music from downstairs drowned out the bells anyway. I slid my feet across the carpet, but my knees hurt more than I could bare.
Where should I go? At least I should check at the stairs to the lobby if I could see whether my stepbrother or the frat boy were on the dance floor in the living room. Maybe I could even find my sister, but she was likely enjoying her eighteen-ness with some of my dad's clients inside her.
I should be save taking a peak downstairs, I figured. There wasn't really a reason for anyone to go upstairs unless - well, unless they wanted to use my parent's bedroom.
There was no point in straining my knees. If someone saw me, I would be thoroughly humiliated anyway. I sank to my knees and crawled the rest of the way. It was slower but infinitely less painful.
Looking around the edge of the wall above the stairs, I could see the living room. Kale was there, a girl in his arm. No trace of frat boy Will.
Dad was there, sitting in a corner, holding a women I had never seen before and would likely never see again. Yet another one of his affairs I wasn't supposed to tell mum.
No one saw me, hidden behind the wall I was pressed against. Remembering that I now knew how dad's cum tasted and how greedily I had gulped it up, I found myself slowly humping the edge of the wall.
I had an easier time looking at Kale than dad as it required less of me to be visible for anyone looking down. I found myself wondering how Kale could taste. He was really just a younger version of dad, but just as massive since he had started working out at twelve.
His massive spread legs, bulging pecs and arms, broad neck and slim waist all showed the influence of his genes that I could never replicate.
I clenched my ass, rubbing against the wall, but it wasn't enough. I couldn't stimulate the sweet spot. I wasn't even sure I could cum without that anymore. Also, I had only just orgasmed, but the super-viagra seemed to refuse to give my dick a rest.
Realizing how futile the wall-fuck was and how easily I could be discovered, I crawled back into the corridor. My own room was further down the corridor than Kale's. The door was not closed, allowing me to glimpse inside.
Noises of moaning and high, short screams of delight came from my sister's room opposite of me.
Then I heard someone come up the stairs behind me. There was no way to make it into my own room in time. I crawled into Kale's room. It was full of sports trophies and nutritional supplements. The color scheme was the bland blue-gray of a masculine straight boy.
Unsure if the approaching person was going to look inside the room, I hid under the bed. Kale entered the room – his room – with a girl behind him. I crawled as far back under the bed as I could, freezing in place to keep my bell-collar from giving away my position.
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