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Summary:
Last time we saw Camron aka Cum-dump, he was still bound with his wrists behind his back and had his balls tied to his toes, forcing him to keep his knees bent.
Ha had just lost his virginity to a random, angry straight guy and accidentally drank his step father's cum.
Now he's hiding under his brother's bed, no doubt holding very still to keep his pink dog collar's bells from ringing.
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.
The girl was naked in no time and sat on the bed, raising her legs. Kale stepped up to her and dropped his pants and boxers. As he stepped out of them, he inadvertently shoved them slightly under the bed.
He stood next to his bed and put on a condom, losing no time to get inside the girl. He kept standing at the bedside, letting me stare at his big legs and buff, magnificently defined calves.
The noise of the girl moaning in pleasure, combined with the bed frame creaking allowed me to move tentatively. I crawled forward just far enough to burry my face in my stepbrother's boxers. Had he looked right down, he would have seen the tip of my hair. Luckily he was preoccupied, leaving me to enjoy the manly musk of his boxers. It was clear that he had shown off his training skills, as the pants smelled of sweat, dry drops of precum and old piss.
My dick twitched and pressed against my stomach as usual, but now it was throbbing too. There wasn't really any way to relive myself right now, but there were metallic prongs on the underside of the bed, sharp enough to perhaps cut rope.
Scraping the rope that was around my wrists against the metal I stayed in the fast rhythm with which my brother fucked the girl. My eyes were transfixed on his feet and calves while the bitch on the bed moaned loud enough to drown out any noise I made with my little bells, if only I held still enough.
Face in Kale's boxers I focused my attention entirely on his body as far as visible to me and the soft grunts he let out with every other thrust. After a minute I could feel the rope binding my arms coming apart.
The couple above me finished up with loud grunts and the rocking stopped. My hands were free. I flexed me shoulders in unimaginable relieve, trying to stay quiet.
Kale's big hand grabbed the boxers and sweatpants just after I had pulled my head back. He and the girl left for the bathroom. I stayed under the bed to be sure, untying the rope around my toes and balls, eventually becoming entirely unbound.
Crawling out from under the bed, I stretched my aching joints and muscles with satisfied sighs over and over. It was heavenly.
There was only one thing left to do. Kale had dropped the condom he had just used. It was right on the floor. I had to get the jizz, before it cooled too much.
Jerking off my little dick with one hand, I lifted the condom above my head and let the huge load run out. My brother must have been saving up the whole night.
I savored every drop. It was even better than dad's. I wondered if there was a way for me to get more. Maybe I should hide under the bed more often.
Sucking on the condom, working my tongue inside, I pushed three finger into my asshole, trying to find that one spot. As soon as I found it, I came, shooting all over Kale's closed door. Not as intense as when I had been getting fucked into my parent's mattress, but satisfying. I dropped the condom, knelt down and licked up my cum from the door before it could spill onto the floor.
Not as good as dad's or Kale's but not bad either. I wondered why I hadn't tried it sooner, regretting all the times I had jerked off into a tissue or the shower drain.
Lastly I got rid of the bell collar. The damn thing was the only item still on me and it had perhaps been the most annoying one. Okay, second most. The hot sauce dildo was an experience in itself.
What to do now? Well, I had to get dressed and go back to my room, or maybe show up downstairs. But what after that? I had to look dad and Kale in the eyes after all this.
Hopping out in the corridor, I dashed to my room. This time, I made it without distractions. My body ached for a hot shower, or a bubble bath.
Since my brother and his latest conquest were occupying the main bathroom, I stashed away all evidence of my former situation, hiding the collar and ropes in my room. I couldn't get to the dildo since my parent's bedroom was already occupied again.
This also left me with only one way of cleaning the dried cum and sweat off of me – the shower in the basement home-gym. I wiped a much as possible away using wet tissue, returning my smooth, lean teen-body to a somewhat presentable appearance.
I grabbed a pair of white briefs from my drawer and put them on. My dick was still hard. This super-viagra was really working. I felt like I could have masturbated again, but my dick was as sensitive as it was erect. Jerking off hurt.
As I went up to my cupboard to take out more clothing, I heard a familiar voice in the corridor.
"Fucked her right in the ass, bro," said Will, "Bitch came like five times. My dick is magic."
Without a plan of what to say or do, I stormed out in the corridor to confront the frat boy about his "prank". I saw one of dad's clients walk into my sister's room, just as Will left it. The frat boy walked down the stairs, oblivious that I was running after him.
Still in my underwear I ran down the corridor and stairs. My knees were still weak and aching from the bondage just minutes earlier. I wasn't fast enough to catch him before he reached the lobby. I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, the music and party noises drowning out the steps of my bare feet.
Kale was still upstairs, I knew that much. Dad was nowhere in sight. I peaked around the corner into the living room and main party area. Dad wasn't there. But the frat boy was. He still didn't see me.
Will walked through the room and into the adjacent conservatory. I dashed through the room, past shirtless, drunk body builders (making out with equally shirtless women) and half-naked, muscled frat boys (grinding against girls to the beat of the music). It was so dimly lit and everybody was so busy with their foreplay, that I made it across the room unnoticed.
Naturally the sight of all these men made me extremely horny, extremely aware of my pathetic little twink body, and extremely sad I could neither be one of them nor have one of them.
At last, I reached the conservatory. Will had crashed on the sofa, sound asleep. More bodies were strewn around the place. This part of the house had apparently become the unofficial resting chamber for the guys too drunk to keep dancing and fucking.
I pinched Will's beefy arm and tried to shake him awake, but his massive frame barely moved under the assault of my dainty hands. With all these other men sleeping here I couldn't exactly scream at him. What was I to do?
"Hey," came a voice from behind. "Aren't you Kale's brother?"
A beautifully proportioned, bald, scruffy, 7 foot man in a stringer and sagging shorts stood by the doorframe. He starred me down with dark eyes that made my knees weak – well, weaker. I turned around, not realizing that he'd see my hard-on through my briefs until I was already exposed.
I swallowed hard. "Yes, that's me. But I don't know where he is."
"Don't care," he said with his warm, strong voice. "Can you unlock the home gym? I can't find your dad anywhere, but I heard him brag about it before. Wasn't there yet when he showed everybody around."
It was difficult to keep myself from giggling like a girl, at the huge guy's attention. But I couldn't help myself. I grinned like an idiot. "Yes Sir, I'm on my way there. I was going to shower down in the basement anyway."
"Cool, let's go. Lead the way, kid."
He turned around and I followed him. Somehow he looked familiar, but I didn't think I had run into him personally before.
As we walked through the party area again, he patted the shoulder of another man. They exchanged glances – probably having talked earlier - and the new man followed the two of us.
As we left the living room and walked across the well-lit lobby, I noticed that the second guy was the one who had fucked me. My virginity-taker. Sexgod. He saw it was me and nodded in my direction, but didn't say anything.
Leading the duo down into the basement, I was reminded that dad kept forgetting to turn the thermostat off. It was hot. Extremely hot. The guy who had fucked me, took his shirt off and the other man removed his stringer. I was glad that I was walking in front, since I had a growing wet spot on my briefs where the tip of my dick was.
We reached the door to the gym and I entered the combination into the code lock. Turning on the lights inside, I let the men marvel at the collection my stepdad had assembled. The room was filled with gym equipment. Every wall was lined with full length mirrors. The air was hot, but bearable.
Next to the light switch was another one that I also pressed. It connected the gym's sound system to the one in the living room, giving us the same dance music down here that was playing back upstairs.
"Um, have fun. I'll just... take a shower."
I hadn't brought my clothes, but I could always walk to my room in a towel. Half of me wanted to find an excuse to stay and stare, but there was nothing I could have told them about weightlifting that they didn't already know.
As I walked to the showers, I looked back repeatedly, to catch glimpses of their broad backs and beefy asses. The guy how had fucked me was more defined. He really was a Sexgod. My sphincter clenched at the memory of him driving his dick inside me.
On the other hand, the tall guy was massive even by comparison. He was clearly at least ten years older, too. I recognized him now. He was a model my dad had worked with before. I had jerked off looking at posters of him several times, years ago. He had grown since then. His stage name was Titan. It fit him.
His arms and pecs were like the ones on guys who overtrained their upper body to comical miss-proportions. But Titan had the legs to match. And he had kept his waist small nonetheless. Perfect proportions indeed.
My dad's parties were always torture to me. Every guy at those gathering looked amazing and as soon as one of them donated a second of their time to me I felt as if I had found the love of my life. Having the man who took my virginity – brutally – right in front of me was much worse than that. Having him joined by one of the biggest bodybuilder's who were among dad's clientele didn't make things easier.
As I stood by the shower door, unable to look away, Titan caught me staring. "Hey boy, you still here? Care to hit the iron with us maybe?"
"Um, I-"
He waved me closer and I took a few steps toward the men. Sexgod leaned over, acting as if he was about to whisper but made sure to speak loud enough for me to hear him.
"That kid's a faggot. Has a nice ass. I know it, coz I already had it."
Sexgod winked at me as Titan starred in disbelieve. Then Titan's eyes fell on my hard-on covered by increasingly transparent fabric. He chuckled.
"Well, I can see you're excited. I'm not gonna hit the iron in earnest tonight, just to relax, you know. So if you want, you can help me unwind."
Before I could formulate a response, he dropped his shorts. His dick was huge. The semi-hard rod was massively thick, veins popping along the whole length. The mushroom head pulsed.
Titan sat down on the incline bench and spread his legs, letting his dick rest on the faux leather and slowly rise. The naked man was simply a thing of beauty to watch. He lifted dumbbells and did some incline flys. His chest flexed with a mesmerizing rhythm, beads of sweat quickly forming on his skin due to the temperature.
There was no other way. I walked up to him, dropped to my knees and kissed the dick. I looked at his abs and chest above me, my head between his legs as I placed gently kisses all over his crotch.
Sexgod grabbed my hair from behind. "Nah, boy. You can do better."
He shoved my head down, forcing at least two inches in my mouth. I was already wreathing under his grip. The dick head spread my jaw painfully, but Sexgod wouldn't let go, pushing me onto Titan.
I coughed and choked, spitting massive amounts of saliva on Titan's juicy penis. To my relief, Sexgod let go, but Titan dropped his dumbbells and held onto my head instead. Three inches in.
Titan kicked me away and stood up. He gestured me to rise and grabbed my slim waist. His massive hands almost reached around fully as he squeezed to get a firm grasp. I was lifted and yelled in surprise as he turned me upside down.
I held onto his hard obliques and wrapped my legs around his shoulders, my face right above his crotch. The sweating bodybuilder lowered my mouth onto his dick and I took it back in. With gravity working in favor of the blowjob I quickly had four inches inside me.
My gag reflex was now permanently in action. I coughed and chocked violently as the massive tool pressed against my neck from the inside. Streams of tears, snot and spit ran over my face and Titan's dick.
He lowered me further. Five inches in. This was the most uncomfortable thing that had ever happened to my throat. I could feel how I was getting hoarse already and he was barely even humping. Briefly, I realized that I would have vomited for sure, if I had eaten anything. For a second I was grateful that Will had kept me from reaching the kitchen before it all started.
Then I felt it. Teeth moving aside me briefs. Titan's tongue on my hole. His scruff rubbed across my butt, sending shivered down like I had never felt. He licked across my hole as he lowered me further. Six inches. I could feel his trimmed pubes tickle my chin. His big balls were right in front of my eyes.
My gag reflex was unrelenting. I was the loudest person in the room, even with a dick muffling me and Titan moaning erotically. The man decided to go all the way.
Eight inches in. Eight fucking inches in. Thick enough to block my airways. No, thick enough to put pressure on every tendon, every tissue inside my throat. I saw stars as the lack of air made me dizzy.
Titan pulled out. I dry heaved with pain as he softly let me to the ground. He grabbed my hair before I was done heaving and put only the tip in my mouth again, jerking himself off. I licked as much as I could in between coughs.
He came more than I had thought possible. Shot after shot sprayed into my mouth. The slimy, bitter jizz dripped from the corners of my lips as I failed to swallow fast enough. I coughed, but with his dick head blocking my mouth the cum I was trying to chough out backfired and shot up my nose.
With cum still dripping from my sore lips and nose I tied to say something – anything. But I was so sore and hoarse that I could only caw like an idiot.
Titan walked over to the shower and turned on the water. I tried to collect myself, wiping the snot and cum out of my face with the back of my hands. But someone else had different plans.
I had totally forgotten about Sexgod, but he took the liberty of reminding me that he was still right beside me. The guy who owned my anal virginity leaned in and said "Same for me, pretty please. But I'm not gonna hold you up."
He pointed to the pull-up bar. As I didn't react, still on the floor, sweating and retching, Sexgod pulled me up and shoved me over there. He pulled down his pants and revealed the dick I was already familiar with. I couldn't talk and if I resisted he would only make things more difficult for me.
Climbing the bar and hanging my head from it, with my legs hooked in, I thought of all the times I had been down here doing abs exercises like this, hanging off that very bar. Dreaming of having Kale's body and fantasizing about working out naked.
My underwear was the only thing that kept me technically clothed. I readied my burning throat to receive Sexgod's dick. Upside down as I was again, the blood kept flowing into my head. This time I was already dizzy, before my mouth got stuffed.
Sexgod had no interested in removing my underwear or rimming my ass, he simply spat on his thick, fat dick and shoved it in. He didn't go too far, just enough to have me retching and choking. He jerked himself off while I massaged his dick head with my tongue.
He must have been extremely horny, because he came almost right away. With my neck under tension, hanging from a bar I couldn't swallow. I had to hold the bitter load of slime in my mouth until he stepped away.
I dropped down clumsily, swallowed, shivered at the taste and caught my breath. Now I really needed a hot shower. Speaking of which, Titan had just finished and entered the gym area again, clad in a short towel, holding it in place with one hand.
Sexgod pulled his pants back up and both man headed toward the exit. I waddled in their general direction, still fairly lightheaded and weak-kneed. Titan turned off the lights, before I was at the door.
With as much volume as my tormented, ultra-hoarse throat allowed I said "Just go back upstairs. I'll take a shower. Th-thank you. Both of you."
Titan winked at me and turned around. Sexgod did nothing to acknowledge me and left. As the door closed behind them, the only light came from the basement windows – the bright lights from the party above falling into the garden and being faintly reflected in here.
I was in near complete darkness, but the sound system was still on, blasting the brutal instrumental music. Moving my hands along the wall I made it to the shower, trying to find the light switch for the shower stalls on the wall.
Ready to shower in the dark if necessary I dropped my underwear, finally freeing my achingly hard dick once again. As I gave up on the lights and searched for the valve instead I began to stroke my little man with one hand, absentmindedly.
My abs were burning and so was my throat, albeit in a wildly different way. My joints were still complaining about their mistreatment earlier this night and the rest felt many kinds of sore. I only wanted one relaxing shower before I went to bed, where I planned to sleep for days.
The two man outside were talking to someone, but I couldn't hear anything specific. Before I found the light switch, someone entered the gym and walked into the showers before the door closed behind them, restoring the near-total darkness.
Through the music I hear the unknown man shuffle around. He came to stand right before me. I smelled the strong scent of beer and weed on him. He was quite tall and his silhouette showed some serious beef.
As soon as he spoke I knew it was dad.
"Hey you there," he slurred slowly with a deep growl. "These guys told me there's a faggot in here. Takin' dick `n' suckin' it. That you?"
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