Keith's Visit, Part 2

      I picked up the soiled piece of bread a took a big bite, Kevin's

thick cum load entering my mouth with it.  The cum was so thick that the

bread was not even soggy - it simply lay on top of the toast like strands

of icing.  His load tasted sweet, it was not at all bitter like the others.

"Shit," I thought to myself, "I'm eating cum for breakfast - and I'm

fucking enjoying it."  Someone, I don't know who, patted me on the back as

the guys filed out of the kitchen and into the living room.  As Keith left

me, he turned and spoke.

      "Nice job, Sam.  No bitching or anything - I think you are getting

into the spirit of things.  Don't forget...this is what you wanted.  I

didn't push you into it - in fact, I tried to talk you out of it.  Now

finish your breakfast, clean up, and join us in the living room...and don't

touch your cock.  You remember our agreement, don't you?"

      "Yes, Keith," I replied, my mouth full of eggs and cum, as he joined

the others in my living room.  I

      By the time I had cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away, it

was already about 12:15.  I joined the others in the living room as they

were trying to decide what to do next.  Keith asked me about the lake down

the path behind my house and I told him that it was a short walk - no more

than 5 or 10 minutes.  He asked me how private it was and I confessed that

it was extremely private.  In fact, most of the lake was overgrown except

near the very edge of the path where the previous owners had taken great

pride in the shoreline.

      "Great, let's go!" he said heading for the door, stopping only to

collect his bong, weed, and a few beers.  I stayed put for a moment,

considering for just a moment if I should ask for at least a pair of

shorts, before realizing that I could get into trouble for asking such a

question.  Keith was living up to his part of the bargain we had made this

morning - he wasn't being overly cruel, though he did seem to get a kick

out of humiliating me - and I really didn't want to risk a return to the

Keith of yesterday.  I stood up, cock soft but wet, and walked towards the

door and out into the open daylight on the deck.  I felt a playful slap

sting my ass as the guys began to follow me down to the water's edge.

      For what it's worth, we actually had a good afternoon.  I quickly

realized that nobody was going to be out here, today of all days.  As I

thought about it, it occurred to me that as much time as I spent down here

last summer, I had never once seen another person out here.  All of us

spent time in and out of the water, playing games, relaxing, and just

enjoying the late spring sun.  By late afternoon, I wasn't even the only

one naked anymore, as Keith and Tim had taken off their clothes to go

skinny dipping and then stretched out on them later to take in some sun.

My cock would go from soft to hard to soft again, as Keith took great joy

in getting me turned on over and over, pushing me to the edge then stopping

completely.  Sometimes, he would just tell me to look at his cock,

sometimes he would actually touch mine gently under the head until it was

painfully swollen, jerking in the air, and leaking freely, and sometimes he

would put his feet on my face or in my lap to watch how my dick responded.

He got a huge kick out of pointing out to the others how turned on I would

get.  For about one hour during the afternoon, he and Tim played a game

with me while the others were swimming.  Each one got a minute to keep me

hard and pumping, but they were not allowed to make me shoot.  By the end

of the hour, I was in ecstasy - my head thrown back, grunting, and pumping

thin air with my hips in a futile effort to cum.  The pain I had

experienced yesterday by not being able to shoot was being replaced by pure

pleasure.  This time it actually felt nice to be so close to the edge for

so long.  A few times, I could have sworn I actually had cum - the muscles

between my ass and nuts would go crazy, pumping like mad, while Keith and

Tim just sat and watched my frustration.  I had pre-cum everywhere - my

nuts were covered in it and even my ass felt wet from it.  I gave short

blow-jobs to everyone there, with the notable exception of Kevin, who kept

reminding me that he wanted to save it for my ass.  I knew that I was in

for a fuck before the day was over and I really didn't even care anymore.

I was curious as to what it would feel like and knew that if I kept Keith

and the others happy that I would be much more likely to enjoy it -

especially since I knew they would do it whether I enjoyed it or not.

      Finally, the sun began to get a little too low in the sky and the

temperature began to drop enough to be uncomfortable, so we gathered up

what few things we had brought with us and headed back to the house.  I

kept wondering during the walk back exactly what would happen next.  The

afternoon had been better than I had imagined and I was actually excited by

the anticipation of what they might ask me to do now.  My cock never got

soft the entire walk back.

      As we stepped up onto the deck, Keith turned to me and said, "Go in

the house and lay on your back on the living room floor, head near the

couch, feet pointed towards the patio door."  I opened the door without

complaint and did exactly as he said, my heartbeat visible in my swollen

cock.  Keith sat on the edge of the couch with his cock and balls hanging

over, swinging directly over my face.  The slowly setting sun was shining

through the glass patio door (he hadn't closed the curtain) and it caught a

small bead of pre-cum that was trying to force it's way through the tight

folds of his foreskin, reflecting off the wetness to gleam like a diamond.

When he leaned back to relax, my view became less desirable, but it didn't

matter because within seconds his left foot was resting directly on my

face.  My tongue immediately darted out and began to wash the underside of

the filthy foot while my hands massaged it gently, working out the tension

from our brief walk back from the lake.  I don't know why and I can't

explain it, but for some reason it was as if I was worshipping those feet

of his.  Keith, for his part, completely ignored me as he spoke to Kevin.

      "Hey, can a couple of you guys go out and pick up some more beer for

tonight?  I've got some cash if you need it."

      "Yeah, we'll go," answered Kevin, getting up and tapping Phillip on

the shoulder, "but we don't need your money.  Remember, a couple cases of

beer are still a lot cheaper than the hotel we were gonna stay in this

weekend."  He grabbed Phillip and headed for their car.  As I heard the

front door slam shut, Brad and Tim got comfortable to stay behind and watch

me with amusement as I played with Keith's big feet.  Tim reached for the

bag of weed to pack a new bowl and discovered that we had already gone

through most of it.

      "Hey dude, we got a problem.  We're not even half way through the

weekend yet and we are almost out of pot."

      "Not really a problem, man.  I still got some connections - even out

here in backwater country."  Then, lifting his feet off my face, he said to

me, "Hey pussy-mouth, run bring me the phone."  I jumped to my feet,

slinging pre-cum off my dick as I did, and ran to the corner of the living

room, grabbed the cordless off the charging cradle, and returned it to

Keith.  Without even being told, I returned to my place on the floor and

began to finish the job I had started on Keith's feet.  I heard the numbers

on the keypad beep as Keith dialed a number and only a few more moments

passed before Keith started speaking.

      "Jesse...my man...how's it going?"  By this time, Tim had packed the

last of our original bag and was toking heavily off it.  "Yeah, I know it's

been a while...yeah, listen, I need some things for a party going on

tonight.  Really?...how much, man?...you got anything else on you...I mean,

the party I got planned is probably gonna get a little freaky, if you know

what I'm talking about...Goddamn, Jesse, I'm not stupid...I know you can't

really talk about it on the phone.  What you got going on tonight?...Well

then, why don't you just come on over and bring whatever you got.  Me and

the boys here can certainly make it worth your while...I mean, why nickel

and dime it when you can score big from one house call?...Yes, I'm positive

we have the cash..."  Keith gently nudged me in the side with one of his

feet as his spoke those last words and I knew that I'd be paying for most

of whatever it was he was trying to get from Jesse...especially since he

still had my wallet from last night.  "Yeah, OK, that sounds good...listen,

we're partying out here in the country tonight, actually it doesn't even

feel like civilization anymore...As you're driving out here you might

actually feel like you've gotten lost, but trust me, if you follow my

instructions, they will take you right to the house..."  Keith proceeded to

give Jesse detailed directions to my home, stopping once or twice to ask me

the name of a street or about what landmark he could use to tell if he was

going in the right direction.  Finally, after Jesse felt comfortable with

the instructions, Keith finished the conversation, "...yeah,

buddy...Thanks, I'll definitely owe you for this one, man...If you feel

like hanging out a while after you get here...I know the owner of the house

won't mind."  Tim and Brad snickered menacingly from another spot in the

room, although I couldn't determine their exact location with Keith's feet

still in my face.  "Sure thing, dude...we'll be looking for you.  See you

later, man."  I heard the phone being set on a small table beside the

couch.

      "We are going to get hooked up fucking awesome tonight, guys.  Jesse

always has the most potent shit."

      "Fucking-A then," yelled Brad, already slightly buzzing from the

tokes he and Tim had been sharing while Keith was on the phone.  "Sounds

like we are going to be loving this weekend, man."  There was a pause in

the conversation, but I couldn't see anything with Keith's feet in my face.

The only sounds were those of lighters being lit, the only smells those of

cigarette smoke and the sweet aroma of weed.  Suddenly, Keith removed his

feet from my face and stood up.

      "If you guys will excuse us, I need to go have a talk with our

host...get him ready for his 'show' tonight.  Come on, boy...on your feet."

I could hear the fucked up laughter of two guys getting stoned grow distant

behind me as Keith led me down the hall to the bathroom and disappear

altogether as he shut the door behind us.

      "OK, Sam...you still want to do this?  I know I told you this

morning that your decision was once and for all, but if you want to back

out now, I'd understand and can probably - not for sure - but probably, get

the guys to back out too.  Think before you answer though...I mean, I've

not smoked anything yet and I've only had one beer all day.  If you say

yes, you'll be doing whatever we want for the rest of the weekend.  Now

tell me...what do you want to do?"

      "Well," I stammered, "I guess that depends on what you guys are

planning on doing."

      "That's not good enough.  It just shows me that you're not sure, yet.

Never mind, I'll go get rid of them."  He turned and put his hand on the

handle of the door."

      "Wait!" I practically shouted.

      "I'll do it...but there have to be some rules."

      "No rules..."  He opened the door slightly.

      "Alright," I said, actually stepping forward and closing the door

again.  Keith grinned at me and waited for me to finish.  "I'll do

it...whatever you say...with no rules."  I was practically crying, not

understanding the forces at work in my mind and body that were driving me

to this point.  My entire body and mind were tingling with electricity just

thinking about tonight.  I realized that I enjoyed being with these guys,

even when they acted like jerks, even when they teased and tried to

humiliate me, even when they did things to me that only whores would allow

a guy to do.  And for me to submit to Keith - with him giving me a fucking

way out - to do it anyway, to submit willingly, without knowing in advance

what he intended to do...well, it just felt insane.  Maybe I was going

insane, but one thing I knew for certain - I wanted them to stay.  I

shuddered inside, humiliated now not publicly, but privately...humiliated

by my own inability to resist whatever had come over me that was

progressively turning me into a slut for these guys.  I started to shake

slightly with the realization of what I was agreeing to and felt Keith's

strong hands grab either shoulder to steady me.  I looked up into his eyes

and whispered again..."anything you say."

      Keith ran one hand over my head, his fingers through my disheveled

hair - it was almost a tender moment.  He opened his mouth to speak and I

almost thought that he was going to try and comfort me, that is, until he

actually started talking..."Spoken like a true pussy!"  He whirled me

around quickly and spread my legs so that they were on opposite sides of

the toilet and forced both arms up so that my hands were up against the

wall for support.  He then forced my head down so that the only thing I

could see was my own bloated cock, looking so hard it almost seemed

unnatural.  "Don't move," he instructed.  "Do everything I tell you to

exactly when I tell you to - and I don't want to hear a single sound come

out of that cock-sucking mouth of yours until we leave this room.  Do you

understand me?"

      "Yes, Keith."  A painful slap on the ass was his response.

      "Apparently you didn't.  I told you not to make a sound!  Now let's

try this again...do you understand me?"  Suddenly frightened, I nodded my

head that I did.

      "That's better...now let's get started.  Bend your knees and squat a

little - yeah, that's it.  Put your ass about a foot above the toilet seat.

Keep your head down.  There...right there - now hold it."  I could hear him

running some water in the bathroom sink and heard the door open, but not

close again.  I resisted the urge to look up or even move, choosing instead

to maintain this awkward position over the toilet.  This was truly

humiliating and I was certain he had gone to get the other guys.

      Fortunately, that was not the case.  Keith returned and shut the door

behind him.  My only assurance that it was indeed Keith was that, from this

position, I could see the floor and recognized his feet when they carried

his perfect frame back into the room.  I belittled myself silently for

being able to even tell his feet from the others in my house...I mean, what

kind of guy could recognize another just from seeing his feet?  Keith was

working with something, but from my position over the toilet, I could not

tell what.  He paused for a moment and spread my ass-cheeks apart.  "Shit!"

I thought to myself, "I hadn't expected him to fuck me here...like this!"

I almost straighten up, but remembered that I had asked for this.  Fuck, I

had practically begged for it.  I braced myself against the wall, fully

understanding the pain that I would feel and praying that after the initial

shock that I would enjoy it.  If not, I was in for a long night.

      Just as I had fully prepared my mind for what would happen next, I

felt the tip of something cold slip right up inside me.  As I bit my lip, I

realized that there was no pain at all - that whatever he was doing, he

certainly was not trying to get his cock inside me.  Then I felt it -

something warm and wet, filling up my insides.  It didn't feel bad, just

extremely odd.  Keith continued to pump what I had by now figured out must

have been the water from the sink into me and I began to feel very full.

Just when I didn't think I could hold any more, he quickly yanked the thing

from my ass and yelled "SIT!"

      I let my knees collapse and fell to the toilet, the water inside me

rushing out in a single continuous flood.  My movement had allowed me to

catch a glimpse of the enema bottle in Keith's hand.  Just moments after

the flow stopped, Keith reached around me and flushed the toilet.  "UP!"

came the new command.  I returned to my previous position and after a short

pause for him to refill the bottle, felt it once again penetrate my hole,

again filling my insides with the warm fluid.  I was humiliated beyond

anything I had ever endured.  Up and down I continued to move and Keith

alternated between filling me up and emptying me out again, pausing to

flush after each release.  After what seemed like an eternity, I noticed

that the water that I was pushing out was now completely clear.  On the

next "UP" command, there was a pause and I heard the water from the sink

stop flowing.  Again resisting the desire to see what he was doing, I kept

my head down and focused on the leaky head of my cock.  I felt something

different poke up against my hole - it was bigger, but he wasn't trying to

force it in like before.  He was just positioning it so that it was as

close as possible to the entrance of my ass.  As soon as he felt he had

found the target, I felt a sudden rush of another liquid in my ass.  This

stuff was colder though, thicker, and more viscous.  I forgot myself and

moved my head to look, returning it quickly to place, however, when Keith's

big hand landed on my ass.  "You gotta learn to follow instructions better,

Sam.  Keep your fucking head down.  It's just a little lube to take the

edge off for later tonight.  When guys get fucked up and horny, they don't

wanna take the time to lube up their cocks before plowing a sweet cunt like

this - and as much as I know you'd probably like it, I don't us to kill you

tonight.  Believe me, you'll be thanking me for this later."  He continued

to squeeze the stuff into me for only a few moments longer before removing

the container from my hole and quickly replacing it with the tip of his

index finger.  "Just making sure you're ready for fucking now...goddamn,

that's tight!"

      I felt the finger tease and prod at my asshole and I tensed in

anticipation for what was coming.  Keith smacked my ass playfully and I

relaxed momentarily - long enough for him to insert himself into me up at

least the first digit.  I stifled a moan, aware of my instructions to stay

quiet and Keith removed the finger, allowing some of the lube he had

squirted into me to run out.  He used the same finger to massage the stuff

into the skin and tight ring of muscle that was twitching by now, sending

waves of pleasure down to my cock.  Curious, I focused my eyes on the only

thing I could see - my still raging boner.  As he slipped the finger in

again, deeper this time, I saw the cock knot up and belch out a slivery

strand of pre-cum that hung delicately from the slit, swinging slightly as

Keith started to push in and out of me.  With every in stroke, I could see

my cock expand somewhat in girth and the lips of my piss-slit were almost

opening and closing like the mouth of a fish, as he continued to massage my

insides.  Before I knew it, I felt the knuckles of his hand brush against

my ass-cheeks.  Fuck, he had gotten the whole finger in!  He started to

punch the finger in and out of me quickly, giving me a hard, rough

finger-fuck as I stayed squatted over my toilet.  I could feel my balls

riding up on me and I knew I was about to cum.  I raised up on my toes and

pushed my ass back to meet the ramming finger.  Then suddenly, it was gone.

      "You're liking that way too much, pussy.  Gotta stop for now...but

believe me, you're ready."  He swung me around by the shoulder and pushed

me out of the bathroom and back down the hallway into the living room.

CHAPTER FIVE - Saturday Night

      By the time Keith and I finished in the bathroom, Kevin and Phillip

had returned from the store with a couple cases of beer and were relaxing

in the living room.  Tim and Brad were still on the couch, channel-surfing

and tossing back more alcohol.  Tim held up the bong as the two of us

neared the sofa.

      "We saved the last of this bowl for you in case Jesse is late."

Keith took a short hit and handed it to me.

      "Finish it.  As soon as you're done, we can get started."

      "Looks like he's ready to get started now."  Kevin pointed out with a

gesture towards my bloated, drippy dick.  "I don't think I've ever been

that boned up.  That fucker looks painful!"

      I lifted the oversized water-pipe to my mouth and took a healthy toke

while listening to their lewd comments.  I held it in for a moment before

slowly exhaling, keeping the smoke in for as long as possible.  My cock,

which was still throbbing hard, was sending drop after drop of pent-up

precum straight down to the floor.  I had become so accustomed to being

hard, aroused, and wet around these guys that I wouldn't have even noticed

if a large drop of my juice had not landed on top of my naked foot.  As I

tilted my head down to look, I felt Keith nudge me.  "There's more in there

to burn, Fuckwad!  Don't waste it!  Come on, light up."  I quickly held the

fire to the bowl again and inhaled deeply.  Keith was right - there was

probably at least half a bowl left in there.  Unaccustomed as I had grown

to smoking weed, I certainly was not prepared to shotgun like this - taking

hit after hit until I emptied the bowl - but, then again, I wasn't in much

of a position to argue and thought that it might actually take the edge off

my nerves.  Soon enough, I was feeling nice and relaxed - if not a bit

dizzy.  As I took my last draw off the pipe, I started coughing and felt

Keith slapping my back.  "Suck it up, pussyboy!"

The smack was not painful, but it did shake me enough to send my cock

bouncing, slinging juice halfway across the room, much to the delight of my

"guests".  He took the pipe from me and examined it to make sure that I had

indeed emptied it before giving it back to Tim.

      "Alright guys - I think it's a little early for us to jump right into

tonight's activities.  Maybe we should give our slut-host a chance to

entertain us for a while before we get into the action."  I heard Phillip

and Brad mumble, obviously irritated that we weren't ready to start yet,

but Kevin and Tim must have known what Keith had in mind and nodded their

heads approvingly.

      "You see...I've been trying to teach this little bitch that his cock

isn't worth shit to me.  I don't want him getting off while there are real

men in the room and I've gone to great lengths to make sure that he hasn't

cum yet this weekend.  It's time though to see how much he's learned."

      "What are you going to do?" asked Phillip.

      "You'll see.  Alright pussy, lay back on the coffee table and pull

your feet up..."  He paused, waiting for me to comply.  "That's it - scoot

back some more...yeah, let your head hang over the edge.  You can rest your

feet on the edge of the table.  There, that's it.  You comfortable?"  I was

not.  "Tim, did you put a new tape in the video camera like I asked you?"

      "Yeah, I did it...and Kevin bought us a few more while he was at the

store."

      "Excellent!  Grab the camera and aim it at me."  Everyone waited for

a few minutes while Tim got the video camera ready.  The weed I had smoked

so quickly was creeping up on me fast now - I was feeling no pain.  Looking

up at Keith, who was smirking at me the entire time, I felt so exposed.  I

tried to calm myself down, but paranoia was kicking in as well.  Not only

that, but my cock was now bloated beyond belief and was belching regularly,

spewing more fluid onto my belly.  It felt cold as it pooled in my navel,

slowly gathering there, filling the cavity, before running down my sides to

the surface of the coffee table.  Finally, after what seemed like an

eternity, Tim started the camera.

      "We are here today in Sam's living room to test him", said Keith to

no one in particular, but looking directly into the camera.  "You see,

earlier this weekend, I found out some interesting things about my old

roommate.  He invited me out here and before I knew it he had thrown a bone

looking at my cock out on his deck.  He then asked if he could give me a

foot massage and damned if his cock didn't start dripping like a faucet.

It was obvious that he wanted more, and to be honest, I was curious about

just how far he would go.  He blew me once and was begging for my juice

before Tim came over and he started fagging out all over again - this time

over Tim!  He had his fucking mouth all over Tim's sweaty socks and feet

and then the whore took his filthy, cheesy cock down his throat.  Before he

was done, he had drunk two loads of cum, two jock-bladders full of piss,

and had rooted around both our feet like some kinda dog..."

      I couldn't believe the commentary I was hearing!  I mean, it wasn't

factually untrue, but for Keith to be explaining it all on video was

unreal. My mind was becoming fuzzy as more of the weed was absorbed into my

bloodstream and my cock began to throb like mad as I listened to Keith's

words.  In my fog, it seemed as though I was re-living the events as he

spoke.  He continued...

      "Tim and I got bored and decided to take the faggot out to the

bookstore to buy some toys for him to play with.  There, to his pleasure,

we met Kevin, Phillip, and Brad.  Say hello, guys..."  I only vaguely heard

them respond.  "We invited them back here last night to watch the show with

us, but we got so into it that the boy only had time to play with one of

his toys."  I remembered the ball-stretcher that had been attached to me

all night, that had mercilessly kept me close to the edge while making it

all the more difficult to unload - especially when the guys had started

swinging the weights that had been attached.  "Anyway, long story short,

the fag ended up taking another four loads of cum...Kevin decided to save

his dick-snot for today, but he was nice enough to give him a nice long

drink of piss off his big ol' pussy-splitter.  Show it to the camera,

Kevin."  I heard movement as Kevin lowered his sweat pants and walked to

the coffee table.  I immediately felt more awake, turning my head to see

what was happening.  Kevin's cock was just as amazing as I remembered it.

As if in response, my cock started jerking up and down hard - I actually

heard it slap the wet skin of my stomach during one particularly violent

lurch.  Keith started laughing, "Damn dudes, would you look at that? I

almost thought he had passed out, but as soon as he thinks he's gonna get

to see some cock he snaps to quick!  Go ahead faggot, take a good long look

at Kevin's cock.  He promised to work that whole thing up inside you

tonight and we might get around to it later...just not yet."  Kevin stowed

his hefty piece back into his dirty sweat pants and walked out of the

camera's frame as Keith continued his narrative...

      "Well, after this fucking cum hole sucked up a five course breakfast

of spooge and wet toast, he spent the rest of the day entertaining us as

best he could.  But, what we are here for now is a test.  You see, he

begged me not to send you guys away this morning and just a few minutes ago

he told me that he would do ANYTHING for us to stay and play with him

tonight.  Now I myself could go for some real pussy tonight...something

nice and sticky and wet with big huge tits to hang onto while I fucking

plow all night.  But, if Sam here is serious, then maybe - just maybe

mind you - he actually deserves to get some from us tonight.  So what we

are going to do is make him PROVE how much he wants it.  If he passes the

test, he'll get what he wants - if not, you guys are going cruising with me

tonight for girl-pussy while Sam waits for us - naked and tied to a tree

in his front yard!"

      Another chorus of frat-house style laughter spread through the room

as I considered this new development.  I was suddenly more than a little

scared.  What the fuck was he talking about?  I know that I had said no

rules, but this was just ridiculous!  I clumsily rolled over and started to

get up.  Keith quickly intervened, using his foot to push me back down on

the coffee table.

      "DON'T START THAT SHIT, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!!!  You said no rules,

which doesn't mean there aren't any, just that you don't get to make them!

Now, you can stay down there on your own, or I can get the ropes - which is

it going to be?"  His tone had shifted dramatically from the one he had

used during his narration and I knew that I had angered him.  I lowered

myself back down and looked up at him, willing to do anything to avoid the

ropes.

      "I'll stay here and do what you say - please, Keith, don't get the

ropes."

      "I ought to, you lousy sack of shit!" he responded, glaring at me

with angry eyes.

      "What's his test going to be?" asked Brad, seemingly growing

impatient.

      "Shut the fuck up dude!  Can't you see the man is working here?"

replied

Kevin, who was obviously enjoying the drama playing out in front of

him. Keith's angry face melted into an evil smirk as he stared at me and

answered...

      "I don't like people with no self-control.  His test is going to be

this - we are going to keep this video-tape running while our potential

hole keeps at least one hand on that leaky fag boner of his.  His hand must

be in motion at all times, but he can stroke as slow as he wants.  If he

manages not to blow his fag spunk all over the fucking room by the time the

video runs out, he wins.  If he can't control himself and makes a mess,

then we go find something a little more worthy...after we tie him to a tree

of course!"  The room exploded with laughter - everyone except for me.

      The tapes that go in my 8mm camera run for about 120 minutes - two

fucking hours!  Even if you took into account the ten minutes or so that

Keith had just spent summarizing my adventures in whoredom to date, that

still left far more time than I could ever hope to last in my current

state.  Last night, I had been begging to shoot and had come very close to

doing so on a few occasions.  Fuck, even today I had experienced a couple

of close calls, including a very precarious edge over the toilet while

Keith finger fucked me.  I felt my eyes begin to water up as I thought of

the humiliation of lying on my coffee table, stroking my fuck-hard cock for

almost two solid hours while these guys watched and taunted me.  Did they

want me to fail?  Did they want to just embarrass me and go get girl-pussy

like Keith had said?  Or did they hope that I would be able to actually do

it - to make it through the two hours and then be subject to whatever else

they had in mind?  Shit!  My cock felt so on edge that I started to think

that I would blast as soon as I put my hand on the slimy, super-heated

cock-skin.  "Goddamn", I thought to myself, "just last night I was trying

so hard to get my cock off and now I am going to have to try and keep it

from going off!  This is going to be fucking impossible!!!"  Just then I

heard Phillip's voice.

      "Man, this is fucking weak!  I don't wanna sit here for two hours

watching this faggot wank off!"

      "Relax, dude.  I know I've not known Keith for very long, but if I'm

right, he'll make it interesting for us." answered Kevin.  I wasn't sure I

knew what to make of that comment, but I didn't have long to consider it as

Keith began barking orders at me again.

      "Well, get started faggot!  Time and tapes a wastin'!!!" he

instructed, giving the other guys a knowing wink.  I slowly reached down

and tentatively wrapped my sweaty hand around my swollen cock.  I took a

deep breath and slowly, carefully began moving my hand in up and down

motions, trying to keep the contractions in my groin at bay as I began what

was to be the two most excruciating hours of my life.

      As the next 45 minutes crawled by, the guys passed the camera back

and forth, always keeping it focused on the manipulation of my obscene dick

while I tried to keep control of it.  I knew that none of them would try to

stop me if I got too close, but even then, more than once, I came close to

saying "FUCK IT ALL - I'M GONNA SHOOT!!!"  If Keith had not asked me to

smoke as much pot as he had, my task would have been impossible.  I was now

playing an intense game of brinkmanship - succeed and I get what I wanted

(or at least what Keith had convinced me that I wanted), fail and I might

spend the rest of the night naked and tied to a tree in my front yard.  I

became a different person lying on that coffee table.  I became convinced

that I could do it - that I could show them - that I had the self control

to make it to the end of the video tape.  I started thinking about what

would happen if/when I made it to the end.  I thought about Kevin's cock,

then about Tim's nasty, cheesy, foreskin sheathed pole, and then about

feeling Keith slipping the thick monster dick that I had craved all these

years without knowing it up my pre-lubed ass...my cunt.  My cunt!  Shit, I

hadn't even been fucked yet and I was already thinking of it as my cunt!

Just then a series of massive contractions in my groin brought me out of my

reverie.  If I didn't get control of my body and right now, I would never

feel those things.  I squeezed my ass-muscles as hard as I could and slowed

my hand as much as possible while still meeting Keith's rule that it must

stay in motion.  I fought it hard.  If I could just avoid the head...I

fought it with every fiber of my being.  I felt cum rising into the shaft

of my cock.  I heard laughter.  I felt dizzy.  I heard comments like "Shit,

he's gonna lose it!" and "Fucker is trying man, don't count him out yet."

I knew that I needed every ounce of concentration to fend off the nearly

inevitable orgasm.  Clamping down hard once more and biting my lower lip so

hard that it hurt, I worked myself back off the brink of disaster.  Still

concentrating hard, I heard clapping and twisted my head.  Everyone but

Kevin (who was holding the camera at the time) was standing up and

applauding me.  It all seemed so surreal.

      "Keith, dude!  You know how to throw a fucking party!!!  That was

awesome as shit!" cried Kevin.  "I know you wanted him to go the full two

hours non-stop, but I think that performance deserves a five minute break.

What you do say?"

      "What you do think, pussy?  I gotta admit that was pretty impressive.

I almost started looking for the keys to your car 'cause I knew you were

about to fuck everything up.  But somehow you managed to hang on.  What do

you say?  Would you like a five minute break?"

      Deep inside me, I knew that I really needed the break, but pride just

wouldn't let me give in - not just yet.  In a way, the fact that I had

impressed them made me feel good.  It made me feel admired -

almost. Wanting to show them that I could make it through the whole tape

without a break...I declined their offer.

      "Suit yourself," replied Keith.  "But you got an hour left to go and

I got a few surprises for you before then...you see...I had Tim copy last

night's tape onto a regular video cassette that we could pop into your VCR

if we needed to.  I think it's about time to watch it - from the

beginning."  With that, he picked up the remote and started the tape of my

prior slutty activities, making sure to pump up the sound really loud in

case I didn't feel like watching it.

      The fact was that, if I had even for a moment, turned my face towards

the television, I would have lost it immediately.  I was in a place I had

never been before - high from the weed and the excruciating need to pump

out my built up cum.  I was riding the crest of a permanent edge that

threatened to consume me.  One ill-timed stroke and I was doomed.  My cock

had ceased to look like anything that should belong to a human.  Swollen to

painful proportions and now weeping a continuous stream of precum that was,

over time, getting thicker and thicker...more like strands of actual cum.

My cock and my need to orgasm were now the enemy.  If I could just make it

through...just focus enough to keep the pent up load right where it was, I

could show these guys that I really mean business.  I heard the voices on

the television - have to block them out.  God!  Why are they making this so

hard?  I heard slurping noises and refused to look up, knowing from the

sounds that I was taking Tim's nasty, fuck-stick down my throat.  Slowly,

up and down, my hand continued to travel.  I started sweating profusely,

and felt my back getting sticky.  My pits were pouring out sweat, running

all over my coffee table as I endured my test.  I could smell myself - the

smell of sex, an animal smell.  I felt a deep contraction coming and

squeezed hard to suppress it, my hand slowing even more.  I focused on my

breathing and knew the worst was over.  But how much time was left?  I

couldn't go on like this forever - no one could.  I opened my mouth to cry

out in both ecstasy and frustration when it was filled with one of Tim's

dirty socks.  Luckily for me, the distraction eased the pumping in my

crotch but I knew the reprieve was only temporary as the fumes from the

sweat and funk-filled fabric made their way into my brain.  I felt like

giving up - in fact, a growing part of me wanted nothing more than to quit

right then and there.  But, I was not a quitter.  I thought of how Keith

would react if I fucked up and shot my load now and that gave me hope.

Thinking of how he might praise me if I made it through this ordeal - how

he might give in and let me cum to my hearts content once this trial was

over and I got down to servicing them - those thoughts hardened my resolve

to show them that I could make it through...FUCK IT!!!...I'll show you

MOTHER-FUCKING BASTARDS!!!  I'M GONNA MAKE IT!!!!!

      "How much time is left on the tape?" asked Keith, looking at Phillip

who was currently holding the camera.

      "I'd say about half an hour.  Why?  Don't you think he's gonna make

it?"

      "He's trying really hard - that much is obvious.  But I'm thinking

about trying something else while we still got some time on this tape."

      "What you got in mind?" asked Kevin as I continued to slowly and

achingly massage my cock, being careful to stay clear of the inflamed head.

      "Well, he never got to play with the rest of the toys we bought for

him last night - and, well shit, if we don't use them now, we might never

get to use them. Tim, where did you put the bag?"

      "It's behind the couch."  Keith moved over and retrieved the bag and

then, still holding it, moved over to where I was laying, towering over me.

      "Hand's off your fag-cock, bitch!" he commanded.  Despite my desire

to show them that I could meet the terms of the original deal, I released

my cock and lay prone on the coffee table, awaiting this newest

humiliation.  "Take a look at this...bought something last night for that

pretty cunt of yours."

      He slowly lifted out of the bag a long dildo, at least 8 or 9 inches

and thick.  It had a long cord running from the base to a device that

looked like a switch of some kind.

      "I'm gonna use this on you now.  You don't have to keep playing with

your cock, but you do have to still keep yourself from cumming.  If you

shoot, you still lose, but if you can hold back, you win.  Do you

understand the new rules?"

      Deeply concerned about this turn of events, but still committed to

getting through this (not to mention still out-of-my-mind horny), I looked

up at Keith and said, "I understand."  I was not at all sure that I could

make it through this next phase since I had no idea how this was going to

feel.  The dildo in Keith's hand was quite a bit larger than the finger he

had used earlier and it looked like it was going to hurt, but I was going

to get through this - no backing out now - Keith had made that perfectly

clear.

      I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself for the intrusion as

Keith moved the large toy between my legs and pressed it against my greasy

hole. I noticed that Kevin quickly moved to that end of the table with an

apparent desire to watch me get broken in.  To my surprise, Keith did not

shove the latex cock directly up my ass.  Instead, he teased the opening to

my hole, pressing the dildo with just enough force to keep it in place and

jiggling it quickly in short up and down motions.  The overall effect was

almost like a massage.  My dick was still lurching wildly and belching out

juice, but my nerves had backed me off from the edge slightly.  I knew

that, at least for the moment, I was safe.

      I felt the pressure on my hole begin to increase and Keith's jiggling

motions intensify, when suddenly my ass spasmed unexpectedly and the head

of the dildo snapped into my ass.  Immediately, my hole clamped down hard

on it and pain raced through my body.  It wasn't terrible, just extremely

uncomfortable.  I winced from the new sensation and noticed that my own

cock had lost some of its hardness.

      "That's it, pussy," commented Kevin, "just relax and take it up

there.  You got the head in now and that's just a taste of what's to come.

It will be a lot easier on you if you just let it happen."

      To his credit, Keith was breaking me in slowly - leaving the head of

the dildo parked right where it was, jiggling it randomly, but not giving

me time to tighten back up enough to cause real pain.  Within a few

minutes, my ass was beginning to spasm uncontrollably, opening and closing

on the head like a reflex action.  Keith began to use short thrusts, barely

sinking a couple of inches in and out, in time to the spasms.

      "FUCK YEAH!!!! That's it, faggot.  Your ass is opening up and

swallowing this cock all by itself.  Look at that thing gaping at us!" said

Keith, calling the other guys over to watch.  Tim made sure to get a close

up as my ass opened again and again, swallowing more and more of the dildo

each time.  Keith was hardly exerting any pressure, just enough for the

cock not to lose any of the ground it had already gained, and still

jiggling it enough to keep me off guard.

      Suddenly, the cock in my ass touched something inside me and I

thought I was going to pass out.  My own cock seemed to stretch beyond the

confines of its skin as it swelled quickly and began an all too familiar

dance, spewing out precum in time to the strokes of the cock inside me.  I

couldn't help myself...I moaned out loud in pleasure.

      "Goddamn, bitch!  Looks like I found your spot.  All you faggot's got

one.  Once a man has touched your spot with his cock, a good pussy like you

will live for a chance to have it touched again.  You'll be looking at

guy's crotches all the time now - and not out of curiosity anymore.  No,

you'll be wondering how this or that guy's dick would feel lodged deep up

your pussy - pounding you senseless - hitting this spot over and over again

'til you spew your fucking fag load all over the place.  FUCK, it wouldn't

surprise me if after a while you can't even throw a bone without some big

nasty cock throwing you a hard fuck, massaging your insides, spewing a huge

wad of dick-snot deep into you."

      He was picking up speed as he talked and some kind of switch went off

in my mind.  I knew that he was right - I couldn't believe the feelings

running through me and could see myself doing anything to feel this again.

My cock swelled and bounced with each word and thrust.  I was on the edge

again, feeling the cum backed up deep within me trying hard to find a way

out.  I still wanted to pass this first test, now more than ever - I now

NEEDED to feel them inside me. The thought of shooting my load and NOT

GETTING FUCKED now was unacceptable.  Keith must have been reading my mind.

      "Yeah, not so confident now, are you pussy?  You got this cock in you

pumping away, pushing your buttons and you're about to shoot all over the

fucking place, aren't you?  I can see by the way your fag dick is swaying

and pumping and convulsing that you are on the edge of a huge one.  You

better hold it back, faggot.  I'm not about to stop pumping your ass with

this tool and if you lose it, we are outta here.  If you want to find out

how a real cock would feel in there tonight, you'd better calm yourself

down faggot.  Remember, we don't have much patience for people with no

self-control.  You got about 10 minutes left.  You don't wanna fuck up now,

do you?"

      I don't know how I made it through the next 10 minutes - especially

when he hit the switch and it began to vibrate.  Keith would pump the dildo

in and out quickly and then slow down, giving me 3 or 4 long, slow strokes

with it.  Again and again, I felt the cum rise to the base of my tube, but

each time I managed to hold off the inevitable.  My hands were gripping the

sides of the coffee table so hard that my knuckles turned white.  I

concentrated on my breathing and tried to block out Keith's talking and the

taunting of the others.  SHIT, the cum was rising again!  I was going to

fail!  I was going to shoot!  FUCK, if he would just change the rhythm or

pull out for a second, then I MIGHT be able to regain control.  NO...GOD,

FUCK NO!!!!  Just a few hours ago, I was begging for this release, and now

I regretted that it meant that I was finished for tonight.  The cock that

was pistoning in and out of me was about to push me...no, throw me over the

edge that I'd been clinging to all this time...

      Suddenly, I heard a familiar beep from the video camera and the

whirring of mechanical parts as the auto-rewind feature kicked in.  Before

Tim could inform Keith that the tape was over, the cock pounding me was

withdrawn, leaving my asshole gaping in time to convulsions of a frustrated

orgasm.  I was soaked in sweat and precum and this pre-empted ejaculation

caused my head to swim.  I became dizzy and lost all concentration...until

I heard the doorbell.  I vaguely remember Keith telling me not to move as

he got up to answer the door.

      Everyone's attention was diverted for a moment as the guys walked

over to the entry way and greeted Jesse - tonight's supplier.  My need to

orgasm was also slowly beginning to dissipate, as I had been caught off

guard by the sudden flurry of activity in the room.  My cock, however,

didn't seem to get the message.  It was in constant motion now, rocking and

throbbing up and down to the continuing contractions in my groin.  I could

now feel those contractions in my ass as well.  Even though I couldn't see

it, it felt as though it was opening and closing over and over again - my

entire crotch seemed alive, a living thing apart from me, over which I no

longer had complete control.  Reaching between my legs, past my filthy,

slobbering dick, I pressed my fingers against my hole and felt that it was

indeed contracting and relaxing in perfect time with my dancing cock.  I

slowly eased a finger just inside the ass walls and was shocked to see how

easy it now slid in.  As I did this, a large glob of thick, off-white

pre-scum came pouring out of my gaping piss-slit.

      "I told you after you had something in there that you would be

craving more.  Just couldn't wait, could you?"  It was Keith again.  The

guys had returned from their drug-dealing and were filing back into the

living room.  Since they had gone to meet Jesse out in the entry way (which

doesn't give a good look into the living room), I thought that maybe they

were going to keep our activities tonight a secret from him.  I didn't know

this Jesse person at all and maybe Keith thought he might just not be into

this kinda scene.  Whatever I thought, though, was dead wrong.  Here they

were, all walking back into the living room - including Jesse - and I was

naked on my coffee table with sweat and precum all over me, fingering my

ass!  Keith gave me a moment to fully experience the humiliation before

speaking again.

      "Come here, faggot.  I'd like for you to meet Jesse...that is, if you

can pull yourself away from your pussy for a minute."  The other guys broke

into laughter and foul comments of their own as I stood on shaky legs and

walked over to Keith and Jesse.  My dick leaked steadily during the short

trip, leaving a slippery trail on my floor.  Jesse just looked me up and

down for a few seconds and, terrified to speak, I just stood there, waiting

for some kind of indication as to what would happen next.

      "I'd shake your hand, dude, but I just saw where it's been."  Jesse

said to me, his voice dripping with condescension.  I lowered my face in

shame.

      "Yeah, I knew he'd get off on it.  You'd never believe he's got a

cherry ass from the way he was fingering it when you just saw him.  We just

spent about a half an hour getting him ready for his real cherry-busting

with that dildo over by the coffee table...fucker was really into it too.

By the way, his name is Sam - not that it matters much though - I hardly

ever call him that since I found out how much of a total slut he is."

      "Mind if I stay?  It's been a long time since I been cherry-picking

and I've made enough money off this run to last me awhile.  I don't have

anywhere else I need to be."

      "Sure you can stay man...fucking spend the whole damn night if you

want!  We got plenty of beer, weed, and pussy.  He loves to please, man,

fucking loves to please..."

      I just stood there, listening to them, thinking to myself, "Great!

Just what I need - someone new thrown into the mix."  I had started to feel

more relaxed around the five already in my house (as relaxed as I could

feel under the circumstances), but now here was another complete stranger

in my house to ratchet up my uneasiness and keep me off guard.  Keith

grabbed my arm and motioned me back towards the center of the living room

and left me standing there, hard cock thrust out towards them, leaking like

a fucking hose, while everyone else took seats around the room.  Tim and

Phillip were already working on getting the bong refilled and Kevin had

gone to the kitchen to get another round of beer.  When Kevin returned,

Keith took a beer from him and handed it to me, along with a tablet that I

recognized from last night.

      "Here, take this...its another tab of XTC.  You enjoyed it so much

last night that I asked Jesse to bring one over for you."  When I hesitated

for a moment, he added, "Go ahead and take it.  It will put you in a much

nicer state of mind - one where you'll enjoy tonight a lot better."  I

popped the pill in my mouth and downed it with a swig off the beer.

      At this point, the other guys just sat there and talked about nothing

in particular, almost oblivious to the hard, naked man standing, slowly

sipping his beer just a few feet away from them.  I didn't want to make a

move to sit down or get more comfortable without Keith giving me

instructions to do so out of fear of angering him.  He was smoking pot now

with the others and I knew from experience how unpredictable he becomes

when he is high.  I took a moment to gaze down at my cock.  The thing was

fucking unbelievable!  I mean, I wasn't feeling at all sexual at the moment

- in fact, I was down-right uncomfortable, and yet, here it was, still

standing proud as a flagpole, dripping constantly down the underside of the

shaft, over the swollen cum-tube, the nasty pre-fuck slipping down my balls

and slowly down my right leg.  The wet streams descending down my legs

tickled, but I didn't dare move to stop them.  My cock would occasionally

twitch violently, like it was trying to find something, anything to touch

in a vain effort to blast its neglected wad out.

      Keith snapped me out of my thoughts by suddenly ordering me to kneel

in front of the sofa, directly in front of Jesse.  It was the first time I

had really noticed what he looked like.  He seemed to be about our age,

maybe just a little older, and did not fit the mold of a stereotypical

drug-dealer.  He had an average build from what I could tell and was

wearing a loose-fitting black t-shirt that hung down to his crotch while

standing.  He wore a pair of faded blue jeans that were torn on the right

knee.  His feet, which seemed far too big for his body, were covered with a

pair of well-worn, black Nike cross-trainers.  I noticed that both shoes

were nearly worn through at the big toe and that he had on an old pair of

gray athletic socks on underneath.  His face was a little more hardened

than that of the other guys in the room and his sparse facial hair didn't

look like it had been shaved in weeks, but still, it did not seem overly

unkempt.  He had shoulder length black hair, some of which fell into his

face as he talked.  I moved to sit down in front of him as Keith had

ordered and felt the XTC begin to kick in.  I knew that in no time I would

be flying high.

      "OK, cum-dump, you ought to give Jesse here a little of that famous

service of yours.  You can start out on his feet.  Use your hands, your

mouth, whatever you want...fuck, go to town on 'em - just don't touch

yourself while you are playing.  Remember, your fag-cock doesn't count when

you are in a room with real men."  I lowered my eyes both in shame and to

get a better look at his feet.

      Jesse reached down with one of his large hands and grabbed my hair,

forcing me to make eye-contact with him.  "Are you telling me this faggot

is sick enough to get into guy's feet?!" he asked, speaking to Keith, but

never breaking his gaze into my eyes.

      "Fuck yeah he does!  Told me this morning that he really gets off on

Tim's because the fucker's smell so damn bad!  Apparently, mine didn't

stink enough for him - even though his little clitty got rock-hard and wet

as he tongued 'em."  Everyone laughed except Jesse.

      "Well, shit!  These dogs will send him into orbit.  In fact, they

might be so bad they run the rest of you guys outta the room."  His eyes

tunneled into me.  "Is that what you WANT, to work on my smelly feet?  Or

are they just making you do this?  You can tell me.  I won't have you doing

this if you don't really want it, no matter what Keith says.  So, tell me,

is this what you WANT to do?"

      I swallowed hard and spoke, "Yes, I really want to do it."

      "Well then, get to work.  You play with 'em and make me feel real

good.  When we're ready for something else, we'll let you know."  With that

settled he released my hair and sat back, relaxing on the couch, taking the

bong from Phillip and taking a long draw.  I didn't waste a second before

reaching out to touch his shoes.

      "Told ya' man," commented Keith.

      "I thought you were full of shit, Keith.  I've known a few faggots

before...hell, we used to have this one guy that would come to the parties

at my house and give out blow-jobs to the guys without dates after he got

fucked up, but I have NEVER known any guy that would get off on another

dudes feet.  It sounds sick, but if he's into it, who am I to pass up a

massage."  I felt myself blushing, embarrassed by being talked about like

this, but also totally caught up in the heat coming from Jesse's feet.  The

tops of his shoes were warm, and I lifted one, placing my nose right over

the threadbare spot where his big toe made contact with the fabric and took

a deep breath.  I heard laughter but didn't care.  Everyone else in the

room had already seen me do worse things than that and I was sure that

before the night was over Jesse would too.  The easiest thing to do would

be to just give into it.  I wanted this and I knew it.  The drugs made it

somewhat easier to accept, but I knew that I would have wanted to touch his

feet even if I was stone-cold sober.

      I quickly unlaced both sneakers and spread the laces wide, not taking

the shoes off, but just getting them really loose.  Then I lifted each one

to my face, and after another hard sniff, lifted each over his heels and

slipped them off completely.  The smell was strong, but I didn't find it

bad - in fact, I found it excited me again.  The scent had my cock leaping

between my legs as I buried my face in the damp material.  His feet were

huge and damp and I had put one of his sock-covered big toes in my mouth

before I even thought about it.  Just then I heard Tim tell me to look up.

I removed the toe from my mouth but kept the large foot cradled in my

hands.  Tim had put another video tape in my camera and was once again

filming me.

      "No, put his foot back in your mouth, faggot!  Show the camera how

much you love it."  My inhibitions all but gone, I did exactly what he told

me.  I made a complete ass of myself, sitting there on the floor with some

strangers sweat and funk-covered sock in my mouth, tonguing at the

locker-room smells, all the while keeping my eyes focused on the camera,

playing the part of a fucking whore.  I reached up and tore the foul socks

from his feet and after smelling each deeply, worked his feet hard with my

hands and mouth, working my tongue between each toe and lapping at the funk

I found there.  The smells were intoxicating.  I thought to myself that

this guy must never wash his feet at all for them to get this ripe, but all

I knew was that what I was doing was making my cock feel good - too good -

an orgasm was just around the corner.  I started panting and shut my eyes.

      "Don't you even thing about cumming, slut!" shouted Keith.  "You

better stop that right now!"  His tone was the same as you would use with a

puppy you were trying to housebreak.

      I lowered both of Jesse's feet and concentrated all my will-power to

keep myself from shooting.  I didn't look at my cock - I knew that I was

too close and seeing it in this condition would only make me want to shoot

more...besides, I knew that I could always watch it on video as Tim was now

zooming in on the massive cock jerking wildly between my legs.

      "See what you've gone and done, Jesse...got the faggot so worked up

over those nasty feet that he's about to lose his juice.  You back in

control yet, pussy?"

      "Not yet, it could still happen any second..."

      "Stand up!!! You better not fucking sling it..."

      I stood up quickly, my sloppy cock slapping my stomach hard and

slinging pre-fuck all the way up to my chin.  Keith moved quickly and

grabbed my balls hard.  Since they were drawn up in the sack, he squeezed

the nuts themselves, not just the skin.  I winced in pain, but knew that I

was no longer on the edge.  Keith had successfully headed me off at the

pass once again.  Keith continued to squeeze my nuts until they had lowered

in the sack, then reached down and grabbed one of Jesse's socks.  He

wrapped the sock around my sack and tied it off - tightly.  The bulk of the

material pushed my balls out as far as they had ever been and the pressure

was incredible.  He twisted the sock until the knot was in the back and

then, after smacking me hard on the ass, returned to his seat - his own

hard cock now sticking out of his boxers.

      "That should keep you on a low simmer for a while without letting you

fuck things up by shooting that nasty fag-load."  Then, after pausing for

just a moment and looking around the room, he added, "I think its time to

get naked guys!"

      There was a chorus of rowdy "woo-who's" and filthy comments as the

guys shed their clothing - everyone except Jesse, who only stood up and

took off his t-shirt.  "I think I want your cum-slut to take off my jeans

for me," he said, looking at Keith.

      "You heard the man," barked Keith, "snap to it!"

      I walked over to Jesse, my cock and sock-tied ball-sack swinging from

my groin, and reached out for his top button.

      "On your knees..."

      Lowering myself into my previous position, I continued to unfasten

the top button and pulled down the zipper, exposing Jesse's crotch.  He

wore no underwear.  I could see that he was as hard as everyone else in the

room, his thick cock pressed down against his leg, the head of it causing a

spot to form on the faded jeans.  Slowly, lowering the pants, I exposed

first his sweaty, smelly pubes before seeing the trunk of his swollen cock.

Time seemed to pass in slow-motion as the jeans were lowered further and

still the head of the long piece had not been exposed.  Finally, with a

snap, the enormous uncut log of a cock flew out of his pants, slapping me

on the chin, and leaving a trail of his precum on my mouth.

      "Nice, ain't it?" he asked, pleased with my reaction to it.  My mouth

hung open and I began to feel saliva building in my mouth.  My god, I had

become like one of Pavlov's dogs!!!  But there was no denying that it was

nice.  As I watched it, the pink head swelled and strained to break free of

the skin surrounding it.  It throbbed again and I could have sworn the

piss-lips opened as it pushed its way out into the open.  It was fully

skinned back now and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

      "I asked you a question..."

      "Yeah, it's real nice."  My voice was barely a whisper.

      "We can't hear you over here," yelled Tim, still holding the video

camera.

      "It's really nice," I said, somewhat louder.

      "You want to suck it, don't you?"

      "Yes."  I watched the throbbing cock swinging in front of my face

almost as if I was being hypnotized by it.

      "Yes, what?" he prompted, taking hold of his piece by the base and

moving it closer to my lips.  I fucking started to drool.

      "I want to suck it...I want it in my mouth...I want to feel your

foreskin with my tongue and taste the cum when you shoot!!!!"  I was flying

high by now and would have admitted to anything at this point, but the fact

was that I did want it - FUCK! - I was telling the fucking truth!

      "You'll do anything for it, won't you?"

      "Yes! Anything!..."  No one had any trouble hearing me this time...I

was practically shouting.

      Jesse took complete control of the situation and I was surprised by

it.  Up until now there had been an unspoken agreement between the other

guys that Keith was in charge - that he decided what we were going to do

and that we would do it on his schedule.  But Jesse didn't feel like

letting Keith make those decisions.  "Sit down on the floor with your back

against the couch...no over here...move over so your head is where these

cushions meet..."  Once I was in position, he pushed my head back and

forced it down between the cushions - I was looking straight up at the

ceiling, the sides of either cushion sandwiching my face.  Jesse sat down -

right on my mouth!

      I struggled briefly, not knowing if he was going to put all of his

weight on me or if I would even be able to breathe like this.  I heard the

loudest laughter of the night when his ass made contact with my mouth and I

strained to get loose.

      "Settle the fuck down, bitch!  And get that tongue to working...you

said you'd do anything.  I just want to see if you meant it!"

      I relaxed when I realized that I wasn't going to suffocate and,

resigned to trying yet one more new experience tonight, stuck out my tongue

to meet his ass.  It smelled sweaty but not really foul - more musky and

manly than dirty.  As my tongue made contact with his hole, he reached

behind and spread his cheeks to give me easier access.  At least the camera

couldn't record my face in this position.

      "Yeah, eat out that hole, faggot!  Get me really hot and ready for

that sweet mouth.  Show me you deserve it!"

      "Goddamn, I knew this fucker was a freak, but even I didn't think

he'd do this!"  It sounded like Brad talking but I couldn't be sure.  I

lapped around the hole, cleaning off the sweat and funk I found there,

teasing the clenched opening over and over.  Jesse was getting more turned

on.

      "French kiss my fucking shitter, you slut.  You knew that you were

going to get gang-banged tonight.  There's not too much lower than that so

a little ass-kissing shouldn't be a problem for you."  I pressed my lips up

against his hole and kissed hard, pushing my tongue forward, just barely

working the tip up into his ass.  I felt ridiculous but knew that my cock

had not even started to soften.  Jesse allowed me to work his ass for a few

more minutes before sliding back slightly and resting his balls on my lips.

      "Tongue those too.  We all know you want cum tonight so help me work

up a nice load to feed you."  He was putting more pressure on my face now

and it was incredibly uncomfortable.  I continued to work my jutting

tongue, this time on his sweaty nuts.  My cock began pulsing wildly again

as the musky smells filled my lungs - fortunately the sock tie-down kept me

from going over the edge.  I lapped at the big low-hangers long and

furious, finding the tastes delicious.  It was obvious to everyone in the

room that I was getting off on this, so I decided not to hide it any

longer.  Fuck!  My conversion to pussyboy was now all but complete.

      Suddenly, Jesse and his delicious balls were gone and I was being

pulled back up again.  I stood, shaking slightly, as Jesse sat back down.

All the guys, including Tim (who was still filming everything), were

stroking their boned up cocks.  Keith lit up a cigarette and looked

casually around the room at the other guys before catching my eyes with

his.

      "Would you just look at this...you got six fucking studs with hard

leaky boners stroking off in your living room.  How's that make you feel?"

Tim quickly zoomed in on my face.  I felt dizzy.  My words came slow and

were partially slurred - but what I spoke was the truth.

      "It's...fucking...hot as...hell - I mean...FUCK...you guys are...all

so awesome!!!!  God, I never...thought that I could...get so...Shit! - I

mean...I'm so fucking turned on by you guys!"  I was beginning to feel

really fucked up.  The huge hits of pot I took earlier, coupled with the

pill, had completely altered my sense of reality.  I felt...compliant.

Keith smiled gently and used his most calm and seductive voice to ask me

his next question.

      "So, which of these big cocks would you like to play with first?"

      FUCK!  He was going to make me decide who to suck!  I had gotten so

used to all my decisions being made for me that I felt overwhelmed.  My

cock danced in mid-air, and even though I was now far to fucked up to be in

danger of accidentally shooting my load, that fact didn't stop me from

continuing to spew out pre-fuck by the quart.  I imagined that it must have

looked like I was pissing precum.  My eyes settled on Jesse and the big,

leaking cock between his legs.  I had just eaten his ass and licked his

balls and I was really looking forward to tasting his nasty uncut piece.

But then I remembered Kevin.  He had teased me with his cock the night

before, only letting me put it in my mouth while it was soft and then only

for him to surprise me with a bladder full of his hot piss.  I had really

wanted that cock last night - I had even begged him on camera to let me

suck it, to drain the fuck right out of his huge nuts.  He had, of course,

denied me and even though I got to taste his cum this morning, that was no

substitute for the taste of cock.  I looked to Tim, who seemed to be busy

filming my bouncing, dripping dick, and remembered how good he had tasted.

I had sucked him off twice last night and had fallen in love with his

nasty, cheesy dick and the smells that came off his pubes.  The muscles

between my legs spasmed and my cock spilled out more juice, this time with

more force, actually clearing the piss-slit by about an inch before falling

to the floor with a load splat.  Looking at Phillip and then at Brad, I

knew that I wasn't going to choose them to be first - not that their dicks

weren't nice, but I seemed to be developing a fascination with uncut meat

and I knew I wanted the first guy to be uncut.  Finally, my gaze fell on

Keith's big piece - the big cock that had gotten me started down this path.

Remembering how I had watched him yesterday afternoon out on our deck,

growing a bone while we smoked pot and shot the shit.  FUCK! - that was a

hot time.  I looked down and saw his gorgeous feet and strong ankles, and

then up the firm calves and thighs.  His balls hung low and huge, hanging

lazily on the cushions of my sofa as his playfully fingered his cock,

patiently awaiting my decision.  It had to be him...I knew it.  I had to

choose Keith.

      "I'd like to do you first, Keith."  I had felt like the choice had

taken me forever, but now that I had made it, I felt suddenly free somehow

- like a great burden I'd been carrying for ages had been lifted - not by

me, but by someone much stronger.

      "I'm flattered...I thought for sure you'd pick Jesse - I mean, fuck

it, you were going to town on his ass and balls.  Well, no time like the

present - get over here and get started."

      I crawled between his legs and gently pulled his pole down to my

lips, taking the time to slide the skin up and down over the flared head a

few times to milk out as much precum as I could.  I didn't even care about

the camera anymore.  Sticking out my tongue, I lapped at the drops of juice

that formed on the tip of his pulsing cock, savoring the taste on my tongue

before beginning the slow blowjob that I knew he wanted to receive and that

I wanted to give.

      "Ahhhhh!  This is the life guys...good weed, good beer, good friends,

and a pussyboy faggot to take care of your cock, every time you want it -

for as long as you want it...FUCK YES!  That's the way.  Goddamnit!  You

learn fast, fucker!  Guess you learned a thing or two during that crash

course we gave you yesterday.  Just use your mouth on my cock - use your

hands to rub my feet."  I moved my hands down to his feet, never taking my

mouth off his cock, and found that they were sweating.  Using the sweat as

lube, I began an equally slow massage of his feet as my tongue and throat

massaged his big fuck-tube.  He wasn't pushing me down on his cock like he

had last night; rather, he was letting me open my own throat tonight -

slowly going further and further down on it - not gagging this time, but

relaxing and getting more and more into my work.  His engorged cock head

punched the back of my throat and I found that I was the one forcing more

of it inside me...I was the one desperate to get my nose into his pubes -

not only for his pleasure, but also so that I could sniff the scratchy

hairs and smell the sweat that had collected there today.  I noticed Brad

packing another bowl in the pipe and saw him hand it to Keith.  He casually

lit it up and took a deep drag, holding it in for several seconds before

slowly exhaling and speaking once more to the group.

      "OK guys, when it's your turn you will noticed that she's improved a

lot since last night...but I had a plan for tonight and I'm not gonna let

this change it.  You see, this really will be the first time our up and

coming whore has taken it up the ass and I wanna make sure we fill him up

right.  I want us all to agree that the loads go in the ass - not the

mouth..."  Jesse was not at all happy with the suggestion.

      "Keith, man that is just whacked.  I can fucking cum more than once a

night and if I wanna dump one in his mouth that's exactly what I'm gonna

do."

      "Well, I can't stop you...it's not a like I'm gonna grab..." he

paused and looked at me, "... A REAL MAN'S BALLS to stop you from shooting.

I was just thinking it would be fun to see how much fuck-snot we could pack

up his ass tonight...and it would make for a really good ending to the

movie to see him pushing it all out again - hell, maybe even make him drink

it down again after he squeezes it all out."

      "FUCK!!! I'm up for that, Keith," yelled Kevin.  I heard several

other guys join him in agreement.

      "Well, if everyone else agrees...I guess I'll play along.  But let's

make this interesting..."

      "What do you mean?"  Jesse got up and walked over to the backpack he

had thrown in the hallway when he had first arrived.  He fumbled around

inside of it for a few seconds before returning to the living room.

      "Here...everyone take one of these.  Their 100mg Viagra tablets."

      "Man, I don't need Viagra."

      "Shut the fuck up, dickwad...I can fucking see that you don't NEED a

Viagra.  The point is that if you take this, you'll be able to fuck all

night long - and let's face it...as much pot as we've smoked...after the

first cum this will help a lot to keep us all in a partying mood."  I

opened my eyes long enough as I continued to pump up and down on Keith's

fuckpole to see the guys each take a pill.  What the fuck was I in for

tonight?  "Hey, Keith - you want me to give the entertainment one?"

      "Why the fuck not?  Even though it might be kinda painful for him...I

mean, I don't think that clitty of his could get any harder, but we have

fed him XTC and all.  It might help him keep him interested."  Keith pulled

me up off his cock, using the hair on the back of my head as a handle.  I

thought that he would hand me the pill and even perhaps let me have a sip

of beer to wash it back with.  But instead, he took my pill and placed it

on the very tip of his wet cock - right over the dripping slit.  He then

told Tim to get ready with the camera, that they'd only get one shot at

this.  Suddenly, he thrust my head back down hard onto his dick, the head

along with the pill slipping easily down my throat until once again my nose

was nestled in his matted pubes.  I felt the pill slide roughly down my

throat as he pumped deep into me a few times just to make sure I had taken

my medicine.  "Swallow...yeah, that's it swallow hard, fucker!!!!"  He

pulled my head off his cock once more.  "Open your mouth, let me see..."  I

did as I was told and showed him that I had swallowed it.  "Very nice,

faggot.  We all ought to be feeling really good in about half an hour."  I

heard more lewd comments as Keith pushed me roughly over into Jesse's lap.

      "You mean it's my turn already.  That's cool.  Get to work

faggot...and you heard your boss - we're supposed to be saving our cum for

your ass so get me as close as your want, but I'll fucking tan your hide if

you make me cum in your mouth."  I worked his long cock long and hard for

some time, keeping him pulsing and on the edge for some time before moving

on to Phillip...then Brad...then Tim...and then Kevin - and then Keith

AGAIN!!!  Shit!  I had given each of them blowjobs, being passed around

like some kind of blow-up doll, keeping each of them into the scene, into

their cocks, building up the sexual pressure notch by notch.  I had been

blowing Keith for about ten minutes or so, when suddenly I heard Phillip's

voice.

      "Shit you guys, I gotta cum...BAD!!!"

      "You gotta get it in his ass," reminded Keith.

      "Hell yeah!!!"

      There was quite a bit of commotion behind me as Phillip knelt between

my legs and unceremoniously shoved his rock-hard piece straight up my ass.

Now I understood why Keith was so concerned that I be lubed up before the

night got started.  If I had been dry he would have killed me - as it was I

nearly passed out.  The dildo had stretched me some and the drugs had

certainly relaxed me, but Phillips cock still seared my ass as he plowed

viciously into me, only pumping a few times before beginning to scream.

      "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK - Yeah, faggot - I'm gonna fill you up -

first...fucking...load...of...the...night...up...that...faggot...ass!!!!!!"

      I felt each blast of his mean cock as it exploded in my ass.

Strangely, the fuck he was throwing into me suddenly made it feel more

comfortable, suddenly more slippery - less friction and more pleasure.  He

fucked me hard for several more minutes, staying rock-hard the entire time.

Obviously, his Viagra had kicked in.  Only temporary exhaustion caused him

to slow - then stop altogether, pulling his cock, along with a few drops of

his dick-slop, out of my ass.  Keith pulled my face off his dick and once

again drilled into my soul with his eyes...

      "Did you like that?"  I looked up at him and even though I saw Tim

focusing the camera in a close up of my face, knew that I could not lie to

him.

      "More...", I whispered, "I need more..."  Keith grinned.

      "Louder!"

      "More!  God, I wasn't expecting that to feel so good.  Keith, I want

more!"

      "Louder!  Let the whole world know what a fucking pussy cum-slut you

are!"

      "Fuck me!!!!  Somebody please fuck me!  I need it...Goddamnit!  I

fucking need it."  Keith released my hair and threw me quickly down on my

back onto the coffee table once more - the previous site of my dildo-fuck.

      "Who do you want to fuck you next?"

      "Anybody...Keith you can go next if you want."  He spread my legs and

smirked at me.

      "I don't need your fucking permission, bitch!"  He motioned for Tim

to move over and get a shot of my ass.

      "Holy FUCK!!! Look at this guys!" cried Tim.  "Phil, dude, you

fucking opened him up!"

      "And from the looks of it, filled him up," answered Kevin, who

reached down and rubbed some the remnants of Phillip's cum around the

outside of my new found pussy.

      "Hey, Keith...you should let me hook the camera up to the TV so he

can see this himself."  Keith nodded approvingly at the suggestion.

      "Yeah, might do him good to watch himself getting load after load of

juice up that freshly picked cherry-hole of his."  I watched as Tim got the

necessary cables in place, turned on the television, and again focused the

camera on my ass.  What I saw shocked me.  I was on my back, legs spread

and lifted into the air.  My hole, covered in Phillips fuck, looking shiny

and slick.  The entrance wasn't even completely closed anymore; instead, it

opened and closed in small throbbing movements, perfectly timed with the

contractions deep inside me.  It was almost hypnotic to watch.  It was true

- I had been opened up and fucked - and I had enjoyed it.  There was much

more to come.

      "OK, guys...my turn," said Brad as he moved into position between my

legs.

Tim moved to the side and used one hand to keep my leg out of the way and

the other to hold the video camera as Brad located his target.

      This time I was able to both feel AND see the invasion as my ass

stretched to accommodate the cock being put to me.  The large head of

Brad's cock slipped inside almost effortlessly, goading another moan from

me.  I saw it emerge again in preparation for a deeper thrust and noticed

that it was covered with Philip's cum from my previous fuck.  Brad paused

only for a second before his second thrust lodged his cock balls-deep

inside me.  I squirmed on the coffee table, not from the pain, but from the

slight discomfort of being completely filled.  The pressure was incredible.

My own dick was now vibrating almost constantly and felt painfully swollen

and sloppy wet.  As Brad began to thrust over and over again in earnest, I

could see the nasty wet piss-lips open and close each time he went deep,

spewing out stream after stream of my own juices.

      "This feels a lot more like pussy than I thought it would, guys,"

commented Brad, really getting into it now - finding his rhythm.

      "I told ya, man - It's the next best thing.  Throw it too him hard,

dude."

      Brad did just that.  He became a fucking animal, plowing deeper and

harder each time.  I could feel his crotch slamming into me over and over

again, his pubes scratching my ass.  Sweat began to pour off his forehead

and chest as he leaned over me, temporarily obscuring Tim's view with the

camera, and threw his fuck into overdrive.

      "Goddamnit!!!! I'm gonna fucking blow!!!!!"  He never slowed for a

moment as the second cock of the night exploded into me, filling me once

again, and mixing with the semen that Phillip had left behind.  Unlike

Phillip, however, he quickly and unceremoniously pulled out once he had

finished, wiped his brow with his forearm, and, without a word, walked back

over to the couch, still fingering his sloppy dick, to grab what was left

of his beer.  I looked over to the television once Brad had moved out of my

field of vision and saw that my ass was even more open now than it had been

a few minutes ago.  In fact, I had to try hard to get the slimy, wet hole

to even close up completely.  A small, milky white drop of spent cum oozed

out of my hole and Tim excitedly filmed it as it made a slow descent out of

my ass and down the crevice of my cheeks before dripping off onto the

floor.  He didn't ask, wait for permission, or even put down the video

camera before moving between my legs and placing his own nasty, uncut cock

against the hole and pushing with all his might.  He sunk in easily all the

way to the root in one thrust.

      "Fuck YES!!!!  Now this is what I'm talking about.  Nice wet pussy

lips wrapped around your cock - man, this is AWESOME!!!!"  He held the

video camera pointed down and focused on his cock plowing in and out of my

ass.  I could see the upper side of his dick as it vanished and re-emerged

time and time again.  A few times, I could make out streaks of Brad and

Phillips cum being pulled out of me and clinging to Tim's dick as he set up

a nice slow rhythm.  He was in no hurry.  He spoke to the others in the

room - laughing at both my predicament and my cooperation - but I heard

very little of it.  Gone was the discomfort of the previous invasions.

This time there was no pain at all - only the sweet, mind-altering

sensation of being filled deeply and fully.  Tim was hitting that spot

inside me that felt so good, making me teeter on the edge of a violent

orgasm, but not quite pushing me over the edge.  The combination of the

drugs and intense pleasure I was feeling began to overwhelm me.  I was in

my own little world when I felt him slap my ass.

      "Tighten it up, fucker - you're zoning out on me and getting too

loose!!!"

      I tried to concentrate on my hole, to clamp down, but my muscle

control was meager at best.  I felt the hole squeeze somewhat but not

nearly as much as he wanted.  Handing the camera to Keith, he took both

hands and pinched my nipples - hard.  Yelping out in pain, my ass tried to

squeeze shut around his slowly pistoning cock and he moaned his

appreciation.  This new sensation shattered the comfort I had felt just

moments earlier.  Each twist of my nipples caused my ass to spasm around

his cock and he continued to pull and pinch until he reached the exact

level of pressure he wanted.  Suddenly, he pushed in deep and held his cock

still.

      "You feel that, faggot?  My cock is in the same boat as yours now -

hot and ready to blast.  Why don't you do me a favor and squeeze that ass

of yours a few more times...you know, coax it into feeding your hole?"  He

didn't give me a chance to attempt this of my own will, as he twisted my

nipples hard one last time.  My ass went into overdrive as I squirmed to

avoid the sensations, massaging his perfectly still cock over and over.

"FUCK!!!!  Here...it comes...you fucking bitch!"  I felt the rod inside me

go stiffer than I thought was possible, throbbing and swelling in my ass as

it worked its way toward orgasm.  Then, suddenly, I felt the familiar flood

of warmth streaming into me as the fuck juice escaped his cock with a

vengeance.  I knew from my experiences with Tim from yesterday that he was

capable of producing massive amounts of cum, but it felt like my entire ass

was being packed with the stuff.  I also knew that when he pulled out I

would be unable to hold it all in.  Throughout it all, Tim never moved a

muscle - he simply knelt between my legs, perfectly still, letting his

orgasmic reflex empty his full nuts into my gut.  I looked up and saw him

grinning at me.  "I knew that would be hot, but GODDAMN little faggot...I'm

impressed.  You got me looking forward to round two already."  He struggled

to get to his feet, pulling his still-hard cock out of me quickly.  It

snapped up and slapped him on the belly as he did so, the skin pulled up

over the head from the pull of my ass-lips.  I felt the warm goo escaping

and saw my dripping hole as he took the video camera back from Keith and

focused in close on it.  I was trying to clamp down to keep the juices

inside, mostly because I didn't want to make a mess on the floor, but also

because, even though I was enjoying this play immensely, lying my back with

a leaky ass full of jock-cum was more embarrassing than anything else I had

done yet.

      "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" asked Keith.  I looked up,

forcing myself out of the fog of drugs, discomfort, and humiliation.

      "Yes, Keith...It feels so good...I love it."

      "Well, of course you do.  You're a pussy...and pussy's love to get

fucked.  I can tell by the way yours is throbbing and starting to swell

around the lips that it's loving this...just the way I knew you would.

Before you know it, you'll be looking for cock to fill that hole everywhere

you go - you know I'm right.  You'll be at work and notice your co-workers

crotches, wondering what it would feel like to have them open you up - even

co-workers you don't even like - just because that pussy of yours will be

crying out to be filled day in and day out."  He got down between my legs

and motioned for Tim to keep filming.  "Sometimes, like tonight, me or some

of my friends will be able to take care of that need for you..."  I felt

the head of his cock stretch open the entrance to my pussy.  "Other times,

I'll be with a real woman and not have time for this..."  Another inch

slipped in.  I was mesmerized by both his words and the feeling of his cock

as it pushed into me slowly, swimming in the ocean of cum already left by

Phillip, Brad, and Tim.  "In times like that, I just you can just use the

toys we bought for you...or maybe you can go down to that bookstore and try

and trick some.  It really won't matter to you though, because you'll need

this so bad, you'll just about let anybody do it to you."  I felt his pubes

hit my ass, the head of his steel-hard cock poking and throbbing against

that spot inside me.  "Yeah, little cum-dump likes this feeling...likes

getting his insides poked by a real man's cock.  You can always tell when a

pussy likes it 'cause her little clitty starts to throb and swell.  Yours

looks really swollen...shit, it even moves on its own when I push like

this..."  I moaned as he withdrew, almost all the way out, and then

forcefully rammed himself back inside.  "Yeah, make those noises, bitch.

Show me how much you love this big fucking pole inside your cunt.  Tim here

liked it tight...but me, I think this is just about right...of course, my

cock is thicker than his..."

      "Fuck you!" Tim responded as the other guys chuckled.

      "Like I was saying, mine's a little thicker than his, so you feel

just about perfect to me.  Loose enough for me to do this..."  With that,

he pulled completely out of me, letting his entire cock-head clear the

opening to my ass, before shoving the entire thing right back in.  I let

out a loud gasp - both from surprise and the sudden pleasure the sensation

brought to me.  As the cock slid past my prostate, I lowered my head back

onto the coffee table and started fucking back onto his cock myself, trying

to get more and more of it inside me.  "Yeah, couldn't done that if I had

gone first."  He repeated this new found style of fucking for several

minutes - pulling all the way out, teasing my ass with the head of his

cock, then burying it back to the hilt.  Tim had moved down to try and get

video shots of my ass on the out strokes, but was standing in between me

and the television blocking my view.  By now, I was nearly insane with

lust, but something new was happening.  My ass was bringing my more

pleasure than my cock!!!  It slowly dawned on me that I didn't even need to

touch my dick, or even to cum, in order to feel more pleasure than I had

ever felt in my life.  I was ashamed to admit it, but I did feel like a

cunt!!!  How had this happened?  I quickly discarded the thought and went

back to enjoying the tortuously pleasurable fuck that Keith was giving to

me.

      "Tell me you want my cum inside you too"

      "Keith, please cum inside me."

      "Really???  You want my thick, slimy spooge coating your ass?"

      "Oh God!!!! Keith, please...I want to make you feel good.  I want to

feel your cock shoot it."

      "You want it in your pussy then?"

      "FUCK YES!!!! Fuck me hard, Keith...please, I want you to

cum...inside...my...my...pussy."  That was all he needed to hear.

      Keith gave me a look that was a cross between an evil smirk and a

knowing smile as he threw back his head and his cock let loose with a

torrent of his pent up cum inside me.  I felt it every time his dick flexed

and could almost picture it in my mine - jerking forcefully, encased in the

walls of my ass, spewing out jet after jet of his thick, ropey jizz.  As

intensely turned on as I was myself, I was surprised that I didn't shoot my

own load.  As it was, my ass was opening and closing around his pulsating

cock, almost as if it was trying to slurp every last drop of him and, when

he tried to pull out, my hole squeezed him tight, as if to hold him inside

through sheer force of will.

      Keith had barely moved away before I was being roughly manhandled by

Kevin.  He didn't want to fuck me on my back, so he pulled me down off the

slippery, sweaty, precum-drenched coffee table and positioned me on my

knees with my arms and upper-body draped over the table.  He moved behind

me and slapped my ass hard.  I grimaced, not really knowing what to expect

from him.  I remembered last night when he wouldn't let me give him a blow

job, but said he wanted to wait for my ass.  Another hard slap landed on my

upturned ass, causing laughter from around the room.  The third painful

smack caused my ass to open and close briefly, allowing a small amount of

the built up cum from four fucks to slide nastily out of my ass, over my

balls, and down my legs.  Tim captured it all on tape.  In this new

position, I could clearly see the television and on it everything that was

going to happen to my exposed rear.  I hear Kevin roar at me.

      "Tighten that fucking hole up, whore!!!  You're leaking our fucking

juice all over the floor.  Remember, that shit is precious to you...in

fact, Keith said you were begging for it.  He offered to send us away but

you didn't want him too.  He told you if we stayed you'd be used as a

fucking pussy and you still wanted us to stay.  Well, you're getting your

wish now, cunt, aren't you?  By the time the night's over, you might be

reconsidering the wisdom of that choice."

      His cock entered my quickly and I was unprepared - this was both a

good and bad thing.  I was lucky he surprised me because I was still

relaxed when the fat rod of a dick slammed into me, but unlucky because I

was completely unprepared for the width of his cock.  I experienced pain

again, almost too the same degree as when they had opened me up with the

dildo earlier.  I thought to myself that I was lucky they hadn't decided to

start with Kevin or I'd probably be bleeding right now.  Deeper and deeper

he rammed his piece until finally I felt him reach rock bottom.  I was more

full than I had been yet.  I saw on the television that the sheer mass of

his cock had forced some cum from inside me to squish out and drip down his

balls and I imagined that the rest was being forced farther and farther

inside my bowels.  When he began to fuck in earnest pulling in and out

slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, I thought for a moment that

I might actually pass out.  Within minutes, he was pounding me hard,

forcing my own rock-hard prick into the edge of the coffee table.

Fortunately, it turned sideways instead of snapping off.  I put my head

down on the wet surface of the table and tried to just accept what was

happening and go with it.  Everything had felt so good earlier but now I

was incredibly uncomfortable.  Kevin, seeing me rest my head, grabbed a

handful of my hair and pull my face back up, forcing my neck into a painful

arch.

      "Watch the movie, bitch...watch the fucking movie while I ride

you!!!"

      I wondered if he always fucked like this - like a wild animal -

unconcerned with any incidental damage his force might cause.  I wondered

how many women have accused him of date-rape, or for that matter rape in

general - that's certainly what it felt like he was doing to me.

      I didn't have to wonder for long, however, as Kevin's skill at using

force was offset by his inability to slow himself down.  After only a few

minutes of pounding into me like a freight train, he simultaneously shoved

my face back down into the table, began slapping my ass hard with the other

hand, and funneling his dick-snot into my upturned pussy with his massive,

uncut cock.  Moments later, after a few more quick and painful dog-like

humps, he pulled out and came over to the other side of the table.

      "Thank me..."  I knew better than to disagree.

      "Thank you, Kevin."

      "Thanks for what, cunt?"  I tried to think quickly of what he might

like to hear.

      "Thanks for fucking me hard and fast and rough with your big

cock...just like you knew I needed it...and for cramming your cum up my

hole..."  The only answer I received was a large glob of spit hurled from

his mouth into mine just as I finished speaking.

      By the time Jesse had moved into position, I had started to fade in

and out of reality.  This was becoming more for one night than I could

handle.  As I felt his cock slip into me, I realized that this was the

SIXTH dick that had been inside me this evening and even though he didn't

seem as intent on hurting me as Kevin had, I was beginning to get sore.  I

knew that I had brought this on myself and that in some ways I had been

right to do so.  I had discovered that I enjoyed this - enjoyed getting

fucked - maybe I was just a pussy.  It sure looked that way on the

television as Jesse began humping me faster than anyone had yet.  My ass

was barely exerting any pressure on his cock at all now and the cum that

had already been spilt inside me was beginning to run out.  It was

gathering on the shaft of Jesse's cock and was starting to foam up.  When I

noticed what was happening, I forced my drugged out eyes to focus on the

television.  Jesse's cock was the working the cum in my ass like a beater

would work egg whites, causing it to foam up and get thick and nasty.  My

hole was looking more and more white as the sudsy cum was being beaten by

Jesse's cock.  It began to fly off his balls and the shaft of his cock,

landing all over the living room.  The other guys were watching in

amazement as Jesse turned me from a cunt into a fucking gang-bang cum-slut.

I tried to force my ass closed to keep him out, but he just enjoyed the

added pressure.  I could not longer close my hole up all the way.  "Oh my

God," I thought to myself, "this stuff is going to be leaking out of me for

days."  Harder and harder he pounded his fuck into me, wearing out my

entire body with the workout.  You could hear the long, loose-skinned

ball-sack slapping me over and over again.  I smelled the familiar smell of

pot and looked over to see the other guys casually taking hits off the bong

and watching the show on the television.  Every single one was fisting a

still-hard cock.  SHIT!!! I'd forgotten the Viagra!  They were fucking

going to be hard all night.  I heard Jesse's voice behind me.

      "Keith told me I needed to dump in your ass so I'm going to.  But I

didn't empty my nuts last night like these other guys did, so I'm gonna

fill you up good and proper you see.  Now I want you to focus your little

pot-head mother-fucking eyes on that television set while Tim gets in good

and close.  Yeah, Tim, right there is good.  Now you keep watching, little

pussy-boy...yeah, here it comes...watch closely now..."

      He slowed down enough for the camera to focus on the shaft of his

cock burying itself repeatedly inside my wet, sloppy cunt.  I noticed that

the balls were no longer swinging like they were and the sound of them

slapping my ass had stopped.  They were rising higher and higher in their

sack, beginning to hug his body.  Suddenly, he stopped moving and I saw his

cock shudder violently in the throes of his first orgasmic contraction.  I

could see the fuck-snot cause the tube to swell on the underside of his

dick and travel up the length of it to empty out inside me.  The first

blast was hotter than any of the other guys - shit, it felt like he was

burning me with his cum.  The cock shook again and I saw another load of

his juice travel up his fuck-tube.  FUCK!!!! Since he wasn't moving, it

almost looked like he was using his cock to give me a cum injection.  I had

never seen anything like this in a porno movie before - which

simultaneously excited and humiliated me.

      When he had finally emptied himself, he slowly withdrew his

cum-cannon and the juices I had collected during the evening came spewing

out of my sloppy hole in a torrent.  It was so embarrassing I nearly

started to cry.  Tim moved the camera to watch the cum run all the way down

to the floor.  He focused in my still open and twitching ass-hole, which

looked red and swollen - much like a real pussy.  Jesse slapped my ass and

then spread the cheeks wide, prompting even more cum to slip nastily out

and down my balls.

      I had begged for this and I knew it - for good or bad, but right now

all I wanted was to go to sleep.  I no longer even felt the same nearly

uncontrollable urge to jerk off that I had felt earlier.  I knew that Keith

was right - that I would want to do this again sometime, but just not now.

I was exhausted.  I was high.  I was sore.  And I was being passed to

Phillip...

The next morning I awoke slowly, exhausted, fighting the haze of my

hang-over.  My head was pounding.  Struggling to open my eyes, I discovered

that I was lying naked outside on my deck.  The sun was just beginning to

cast a faint glow over the treetops in the back yard.  I wondered how I had

ended up outside.  How long had I been lying here like this?  I tried to

get up but found my arms bound tightly behind my back and my feet, although

separated, tied to the vertical bars in the deck railing.  Finally managing

to shift positions, I stretched as much as my current situation would allow

and tried to work out the stiffness in my sore muscles.

            In my disoriented state, it took some time before I could begin to

put together the pieces of the puzzle.  For the first few moments, I forgot

all about Keith, Tim, and the others, thinking instead that I had been

robbed last night - that some intruder had done this to me.  As I slowly

began the climb back to full consciousness, I smelled urine and thought

that I must have pissed myself during the night.  When a cool morning

breeze blew over my still wet, cum-soaked ass, it sent a chill through my

entire body.  I twisted my head backwards as far as it would go and saw

white, half-congealed cum spread all over my thighs.  I somehow knew that

it was coming from my ass - and I began to remember...

            My mind went back to the test Keith had put me through.  He had

forced me to stroke my cock for nearly two hours while trying desperately

not to cum, all the while enduring constant taunts from the others.  Keith

told me that if I shot my load he would tie me naked to a tree and leave me

there while the rest of them went off to party somewhere else.  I

remembered how Jesse, Keith's connection for weed and other drugs, had come

to the house, joining in with the others, furthering my humiliation.  I had

played with his stinking feet and licked his ass and balls before sucking

each guy until he was hard and ready to pound.  We had all taken Viagra

tablets and the guys had been ready to party all night long.  Keith had me

take another tab of XTC and that, coupled with the weed, must have been

what caused me to pass out.  I could almost remember the first round of

fucking - taking each of the six guys one after the other while they broke

in my ass.  My memories grew cloudy after that.  I think several of the

guys emptied their nuts inside my ass again, but I also vaguely remembered

giving more head last night.  The crusty substance I felt on my face seemed

to confirm that I had taken at least of couple of loads there.  But after

that, I could remember nothing.  I certainly didn't remember being tied up

and left like a bag of garbage out on the deck.

            I rolled over again and realized that I needed to piss badly.  Not

having many options, I began to piss on my own deck through my sore but

fortunately soft cock.  Most of it ran through the spaces between the slats

of wood but I still got wet and could smell the rank morning piss as it

coated my sides.  My head still pounding, I lowered it to the deck and fell

back asleep.

            My second awakening was quite a bit more intense.  In the fog of

being half asleep, I barely noticed the shadows moving over me.  I awoke

immediately; however, when I felt the scalding hot morning piss of Jesse

and Tim showering down on me.  I instinctively tried to shield my face,

forgetting that my hands were tied behind my back.  I heard their laughter

at my futile struggle just as Jesse's stream hit me in the eyes. Closing

them and coughing violently, Tim directed his spray right into my open

mouth.  Finally, their bladders emptied, they returned to the house,

leaving me to dry on the deck.

            From the position of the sun in the sky I judged that it was

probably late morning already, going on noon.  I could hear voices inside

the house and thought briefly about crying out for them to untie me.  I

quickly decided against it.  They would come out and release me when they

were ready...wouldn't they?  Of course they would.  Keith had offered me a

way out of all this yesterday and I was regretting that I hadn't taken it.

If a similar opportunity were to arise today I was going to be ready!

            I focused my attention on the voices coming from the house but

couldn't make out much.  As far as I could tell my name had yet to be

mentioned.  Every now and again, the voices would go quiet and then erupt

in loud, raucous laughter.  I heard Kevin congratulate Keith on breaking me

in so quickly.  I felt myself blushing even though I was alone.  I heard

bits and pieces of conversation about some girl I didn't know - wait - they

were still just talking about me.  I had already forgotten that they now

referred to my ass as a "pussy".  Continuing to listen, I heard Jesse ask

the others about getting together at his place tonight.  From what I could

hear it seemed the guys were up for it.  The voices turned to

indecipherable mumbling for the next few minutes and I shuddered to think

about what they might be planning.  Finally, I heard Jesse say "Well, guys,

it's been a blast but I need to get going.  I've got a lot of work to do

before tonight."  Keith's voice responded, "You sure you have enough time

to pull it off?"  To which Jesse answered, "Sure, I've got everything we

need in the basement.  We might not have as big an audience as we'd like,

but we'll have enough to make it fun."  A chill ran down my exposed spine

as I considered those words and listened to the sound of my front door open

and close.  Just as the noise of Jesse's car fell on my ears, Keith walked

through the patio door.

            He was silent as he untied my feet from the railings.  I caught a

glimpse of his face as he worked.  He didn't look angry or happy or

scheming or anything else in particular.  Actually, he looked as though

there wasn't another human being on the deck with him at all; rather, he

looked like he was fooling around with some awning cable or something.

Once my feet were free, he hoisted me upright and directed me into the

living room with a stinging slap on the ass.  Rude applause broke out as I

entered the house and was led down the hall towards the bathroom.

            Once in the bathroom, I was certain that Keith would speak to me -

maybe like the conversation we had yesterday morning.  I was hoping for a

little bit of the kindness he had shown then - maybe even another offer to

end this.  He was acting different this time though, and the change scared

me a little.  He started to run some water in the tub, leaving me standing

on aching legs over the bath mat, dripping remnants of piss and cum.  When

the tub was full, he stood up and turned towards me.  Finally, he was going

to talk to me...or so I thought.  He roughly turned me around and began to

untie my wrists.  As thankful as I was to be released from the bonds, I was

getting angry at the way he was treating me - more like a possession than a

friend.  Once released, he directed me to the tub.  As I took my place in

the soothing, soapy waters, he left the room with only one

instruction..."Get yourself cleaned up.  You smell like a goddamn pig!"

            I sat in the warm water for several minutes just thinking about all

that had happened before picking up the soap and cleaning myself off.  The

more I thought about it the angrier I got.  If I smelled like a "goddamn

pig" then it was his fault!  Just who does he think he is anyway?  Fuck it!

All of them are guests in my house - I ought to be the one making the

rules.  Instead, they've got me giving them blowjobs, rubbing their feet,

and even letting them fuck me.  But it was my fault too and I knew it.

What had started out as simple messing around between two buds had now

escalated into something awful.  They were turning me into a fucking whore!

And with every new humiliation, every new experience, I found that I liked

it more and more.  But this just wasn't right!  How could I be letting this

happen?  I ran the soap over my crotch and reached behind to clean my ass.

I could feel the thick layer of dried spooge caked around the sparse hairs

surrounding my hole and had to use a washcloth to dislodge it.  Then the

worst thing that could have happened occurred - I started to bone up!  I

thought that it might be remnants of the Viagra that I had taken, or maybe

it was just the fact that I couldn't remember the last time I had cum.  I

tried to will it away but nothing seemed to work.  The angry, rebellious

side of me thought of just not worrying about it - I'm not scared of Keith

- he can't do anything to me.  Then I came back to reality - I could not

let him come back into this room and catch me with a hardon - he was acting

way too unpredictable for that.  My only choice was to try and get it off

before he came back.  I wrapped my hand around my steely cock and started

beating with a vengeance, hoping against hope that I could pop one off

before Keith came back.  I felt my balls rising in the sack and knew that I

was within ten strokes of blasting.  Nine...Fuck!

Eight...seven...six...closer, closer.  Five...four...Goddamnit this feels

good!  My earlier indecision had cost me though.  With no more than three

strokes separating me and orgasm, an angry Keith burst in the bathroom and

hauled me to my feet.

            "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" he yelled as he shook

me, sending water and suds all over my bathroom.  "I never told you to jerk

off!"  That was the last straw...I had just about had enough of this

shit!!!  I started to yell back.

            "This is my house Keith!  If I want to jerk off, I will.  I want

all of you out of here now!"  The words sounded foolish and I knew it.

They also lacked the conviction necessary to accomplish anything except to

piss Keith off.  My knees were shaking with cold and fear as I stood there,

dripping water and suds with my bone hard cock throbbing in front of me.  I

could see the anger building behind his eyes and knew he was about to

explode.

            He grabbed the back of my head and pulled painfully.  "Listen up

Mr. Jerk Off, I gave you a chance to end this yesterday, but you fucking

BEGGED me to let them stay even though you knew what we were going to do

with you.  Do you remember me telling you that there was no turning back if

you made that decision?"

            "Yes", I answered timidly as he shook my head.

            "A real man honors his obligations - the promises and commitments

that he makes.  I guess you're not a much a of man, huh?  Just a fucking

boy with too much attitude and a lot to learn."  He turned me around

quickly, surprising me by taking a swing at my wet ass.

            SMACK

            My pulsating cock swung wildly with nothing to hold it still,

slinging soap and pre-cum around the room.

            "Stop it!  Keith this is fucking nuts..."  He ignored me and

continued...

            "No way, buddy.  You need to be taught a lesson about following

through with the promises you make!  You'll be better off for it."

            SMACK...SMACK...SMACK

            The spanking stung like hell (especially since my ass was still wet

from the tub) but we both knew that it was more for the humiliation than

for the pain it caused.  With each swing my denied cock throbbed more

violently, the pressure once again building inside me.  Even though I

desperately needed to cum, I didn't want it to happen while I was getting

spanked.  The sound of his hand connecting with my wet ass was echoed each

time by the sound of my stiff cock smacking my stomach.  I became aware of

the other guys in the hallway, peering in at us and encouraging Keith on

every swing.  I felt like crying but fought the tears back, choosing to

maintain what little dignity I could.

            Suddenly, the spanking was over and I was once again turned to face

Keith.  He pushed me down onto the toilet and released my hair for a moment

while he rummaged around my sink.  I was horrified when I saw him pick up

my shaving kit.  He looked at me with the sternest expression I have ever

seen on him and spoke only a single word, "Shave!".

            I looked up at him timidly, listening to the snickers coming from

the hallway.  "I don't know what you mean...shave what?"  I clung to the

foolish hope that since I hadn't shaved since Friday, Keith just wanted me

to shave my face.  Keith rolled his eyes and turned his head, feigning

exasperation.

            "Stupid whore.  Let me make it simple so you can understand.

Imagine you just put on a pair of briefs.  I want you to shave all the

parts that would be covered by them.  That would include your ass, your

balls, your pubes, and even that dick you can't keep your hands off of.

Now listen carefully...I'm gonna inspect you when you get done and you

don't wanna disappoint me.  Understand?"

            "Yes, Keith", I stammered.

            As Keith turned away and walked out of the room, slamming the door

behind him, I struggled not to cry.  It wasn't just that Keith was behaving

like an asshole.  It wasn't even that I had been convinced to do so many

sexual things with them.  What upset me the most was my lack of control

over the events, activities, and pace of the weekend.  All of this was

happening too fast.  I could no longer deny that I enjoyed a lot of what

had happened, but I had been given no time to psychologically absorb - to

process - this new information.  My body was enjoying things that my mind

hadn't caught up to yet - that it wasn't yet giving me permission to enjoy.

With every new experience, my mind protested vigorously, but my body only

responded with a thick, wet, juicy hardon.  I guess that was what Keith

meant by "breaking me in" - forcing me over that mental hurdle.  I stifled

back the tears and took a moment to decide what to do.  I did not want to

shave, but I knew that Keith was strong and had four other guys with him.

Being rebellious could cost me dearly.  I needed to comply with his

command.  Fuck, he had enough video tape of our sexual escapades to

blackmail me for the rest of my life.  No, I definitely needed to do what I

was told.  I would decide later on if challenging him would be wise but now

was just not the time.  After all, hair grows back - reputations don't.

            I got back down in the tub and started to shave.  I started with my

balls, waiting for the warm water to smooth out the tight sack, then

stretching and carefully running the razor over them.  My nuts have never

been very hairy anyway, so this part wasn't that hard.  I then pulled my

hard dick to the side and shaved along the shaft, one side and then the

other, inspecting myself carefully to make sure that all the stray hairs

were gone.  Next I tried to shave my ass.  This was more difficult than I

had thought it was going to be.  I basically had to run the razor over my

ass blind, using my fingers to tell if the hair was gone and then

re-shaving places that I missed.  "I can check in the mirror when I stand

up and make sure I didn't miss any", I told myself.  Finally, it was time

for my pubes.  I was gonna miss these the most.  In lots of porno movies,

the guys shave their pubes and I know that it is so you can see their cocks

better, but I've always liked a bush - in my mind a man was more of a man

if his pubes were intact.  I realized that mine were too thick to shave

outright, so I got up and retrieved a pair of scissors from under the sink

and began to whack off the bulk of the hair.  When all that remained was

stubble, I took the razor and finished the job.

            I stood up and looked in the mirror, reviewing my work carefully.

As angry as Keith had been when he left, I sure as hell didn't want to face

his wrath over missing any hair.  When I was positive that not a single

hair remained anywhere that a pair of briefs would cover I relaxed and just

looked at myself.  My cock looked enormous!  It had been back and forth

between rock-hard and half-hard ever since Friday evening and had gone down

some during my search for rogue hairs - but was now starting to pulse

again.  My cock looked so strange to me - almost like I was looking at

someone else's dick.  That thought alone made it pulse and swell, slowly

arcing upward, struggling against it's own mass to point upward.  I was

amazed and caught myself staring at my reflection with my mouth open as the

head flared and my balls rolled actively in the smooth sack.  As if to

inform me that it was fully hard and ready to play, it burped out a bead of

silvery pre-cum that just sat there in the indentation of the piss-slit -

my cock so stiff that it was completely vertical.  I reached out to touch

it just as the door opened.

            "Jesus Christ, boy, don't you ever get tired of playing with that

thing!", Keith asked as he smiled through the doorway.  At least he wasn't

angry.  "Come on out here and let us check you out."

            I walked down the hall into the living room, greeted by the

familiar laughter of my "guests" at the sight of my shaved crotch and ass.

I was maneuvered in front of the couch as Keith, Tim, Phillip, Kevin, and

Brad inspected the quality of my job.  They pulled and played with my

balls, grabbed my stiff cock, pulling it in all directions, forcing pre-cum

everywhere.  Then they bent me over and told my to spread my cheeks while

they inspected down to the hole.  I winced as I felt a single hair pulled

out.  Apparently, I had missed one.  Thank god it was just the one.

            "Good job!  Damn good job actually.  Have you ever done that

before?"

            "No, Keith."  He shook his head, pleased at my work.

            "Fine.  Now, Jesse is putting together a little party tonight and

you are gonna be the guest of honor.  I know you probably didn't sleep real

good out on the deck last night and I don't want to have you all sleepy

tonight, so go take a nap - we'll get you up when we need you."

            "Keith, can we go somewhere and talk?"

            "What do you need to talk about?"

            "Well, everything - this whole weekend."

            "There's nothing to talk about until it's over.  You made that

perfectly clear yesterday."  The others began to chuckle.

            "Yeah, but this is just too much - way too intense.  I can't keep

acting like this."  Keith seemed to have expected this type of reaction

from me.  He picked up the television remote and pressed play.  There on

the screen was Keith plowing my ass with me screaming..."FUCK YES!!!! Fuck

me hard, Keith...please, I want you to cum...inside...my...my...pussy."  He

rewound and played it again, looking even more smug than before..."FUCK

YES!!!! Fuck me hard, Keith...please, I want you to

cum...inside...my...my...pussy."  I couldn't remember having said that last

night, but there it was - I obviously had enjoyed it - even begged for it.

It was going to be impossible to pretend otherwise.  I felt all chances of

a last minute reprieve dissipate instantly, but simply took a deep breath

and tried to appear calm.  No, I could not let them see how rattled I was

on the inside.

            "Tell you what, the deal you made was for the weekend and I am

gonna make you see it through, but after that you're in charge again.

Think about it Sam, it's only one more day.  Of course, if you'd rather,

I could send this tape to your Mom or maybe your boss.  I'm sure they would

love to hear..."  He paused, letting the tape finish his sentence..."FUCK

YES!!!! Fuck me hard, Keith...please, I want you to

cum...inside...my...my...pussy."  "So you gonna live up to your deal or

what?"

            Christ almighty, what choice did I have?  I rolled my eyes and

sighed, "Alright, I'll do whatever you say through tomorrow."  I felt

something wet on my foot and realized that my cock had gone half-soft and

was pouring juice on my foot.  Kevin noticed and had to comment...

            "Damn, he's a juicy one", he noted, giving Phillip a friendly elbow

in the ribs and pointing out my wetness.

            "Lick that up Sam - it's nasty.", commanded Keith.

            "What!?!"

            "LICK THE JUICE OFF YOUR FOOT BEFORE I PUT MINE IN YOUR ASS!"

            I jumped at his sudden rage and squatted on the floor, sticking my

own toes in my mouth and licking them clean of my pre-cum.  Of course,

while doing this, I dripped even more on the floor.  I decided to go ahead

and lick it all up, though the catcalls and frat boy laughter made it

difficult.  When both the floor and my feet were cum-free, I stood back up.

            Keith was shaking his head and chuckling.  "Alright pussyboy, get

in there and take a nap - and don't even think about jerking off.  I can

see in that room."

            I nodded that I understood and headed off to my bedroom, worried

about tonight but thankful that at least there was only one more day of

this.  Keith didn't need to worry about me jerking off - I was asleep

within minutes of lying down on the comfortable bed...

            Keith woke me some time later and sat on the bed beside me while I

gained my bearings.  I was still completely naked but that had almost

become my natural state so I thought nothing of it and made no attempt to

cover myself.

            "It's time to start getting ready for the party.  You know you're

gonna get fucked tonight, right?"

            "Umm, yeah, I kinda figured as much."

            "Well, you need to get ready.  Remember what we did yesterday in

the bathroom?"

            "Yeah."

            "We need to do that again...cleanliness and all that.  I can either

do it for you or you can do it yourself - choice is yours."

            "I'll do it."  Actually, I couldn't believe he was giving me a

choice in anything, but was glad to have some privacy and be spared at

least one indignity tonight - it would probably be the only one.

            "OK - well, you go ahead and wake up and get down to the bathroom

and take care of business and we'll be waiting for you in the living room.

We've got some time, so we'll probably want a beer and pass the pipe a few

times before we go.  I'll be driving so I'll pass on the pot until we get

there, but we can still relax a while before we leave."

            Keith left the room, leaving the door open and I stretched,

yawning, trying to wake up.  I could hear the guys in the living room and

relaxed when I realized they weren't talking about me for a change.  I

quickly shot across the hall to the bathroom and shut the door.  I couldn't

believe I was about to do this, but was still glad to be doing it myself

instead of having Keith do it for me.

            I turned on the water and ran it until it was a comfortable

temperature while I looked for the bottle Keith had used.  I repeated the

steps he had used with me yesterday, realizing with some embarrassment that

I wasn't as tight today - in fact, I barely felt the narrow tip as it

slipped into me.  I finished up by coating my hole with lube until it was

slippery enough to slip two fingers inside with ease.  I was horrified when

my cock jumped to life and throbbed over and over again.  I knew that if I

fingered myself long enough that I could probably cum.  That thought caused

me to immediately stop.  My body might be willing, but my mind just wasn't

ready for that.  I stood up, appalled once again by my lack of pubic hair,

and waited patiently for my cock to go down.  The last thing I need was to

walk out with a boner, especially since they all knew what I was doing in

here.  Finally, after my hardon had abated and after washing my face just

to finish waking up, I opened the door and walked down the hallway to begin

another night as house slut.

            With five guys present and the limited seating of my living room,

there was no place for me to sit down.  So I simply stood there and waited

to be acknowledged.  All of them (with the exception of Keith) were dressed

in the same clothes they had been wearing when I first met them.  For the

better part of the last thirty-six hours, I had mostly seen them naked -

this only added to my discomfort as I stood naked and ignored before them.

Kevin got up, still talking to the others - continuing some inane

conversation thread, and went to the kitchen.  He continued to talk as he

rummaged through what liquor was left, mixing a couple of drinks at the

bar.  He returned to the living room and handed one of the drinks to me as

he passed.  I took it tentatively, looking around at the others (who had

similar drinks already and were still paying no attention whatsoever to me)

and cautiously began to sip.  The drink was good and I was really thirsty.

Soon I was down to the watery, half-melted ice cubes at the bottom.  Keith

got up, took the glass, and made another for me - handing it to me without

so much as a glance.  I didn't trust them but, then again, this was a

really good mixed drink.  It was strong though, so I decided to slow down -

I was already feeling a little woozy but chalked it up to having liquor on

an empty stomach.

            By the time I had finished half of the second drink I was feeling

really drunk...a bizarre kind a drunk.  I was becoming immersed in my own

thoughts, hardly paying any attention at all to the others.  I was also

feeling almost giddy, a kind of weird sensation where I knew I was standing

there with a goofy smile on my face - in kind of a warm, comfortable

happiness.  It was about this time that Keith started to look at me again.

            "Finish your drink, Sam."

            "Yesss, Keith...", I slurred back at him.  Phillip and Brad laughed

and for some reason, so did I - even though I knew they were laughing at

me.  I quickly downed the rest of the drink and Keith took the glass from

my hand and returned it to the kitchen.  After he sat back down, I noticed

him glance at the clock and then they continued to talk.

            I quickly faded into a haze - a fog where time and my other senses

seemed all out of whack.  Their conversation became a series of disjointed

syllables strung together in space.  I weaved back and forth on my feet,

surprised that I could still stand.  For a brief moment, I felt as though I

were on a roller-coaster, moving up and down.  The sensation made me

nauseous, but fortunately it passed quickly.  When it did, I felt the goofy

grin return to my face.  I knew Keith had drugged me and thought to myself

that I almost preferred it this way.  Given enough time, I could probably

enjoy what was about to happen without the substance abuse - but this was

all happening too fast - the artificial removal of my inhibitions would

help - at least for tonight.  I chuckled to myself, becoming lost in my

thoughts... "This is alright man.  Shit!  It feels pretty good.  They're

going to do it to me one way or another - at least this way I might be able

to enjoy it.  Fuck!  The guy on that video tape sure is enjoying

it...wait...that guy is me.  Keith is watching those fucking tapes again.

Damn these guys love those tapes.  They are pretty hot, I have to admit.

Fuck me.  Shit man, I need to get fucked.  Look how Keith's foreskin slides

up to cover his cockhead when he pulls out of my ass.  Yeah, hold it there

a second with just the head in my ass.  Goddamn!!!  I love your fucking

foreskin Keith.  FUCK!!!!, I love to watch it slipping in and out of my

pussy..."

      "Earth to Sam..." slap - slap - slap.

            "It felt so good when you fucked me Keith."

            "I know pussyboy, but you gotta pull it together now..." slap -

slap - slap.  I was being pulled out of my daze and struggled to force

myself back to reality, startled to see Keith standing beside me - gently

slapping my cheeks.

            "Fuck pussyboy, you were talking some serious trash just now - was

kinda hot actually, but I can't let you black out again like that."  I

weakly rolled my head into a somewhat upright position and smiled back at

him like only someone baked out of his mind can smile.

            "Man, he's rollin hard dude!", Kevin observed as he returned with

another round of beers for the guys and some water for me.

            "Should we just go ahead and get to the party?", asked Phillip.

            "No, not just yet," answered Keith.  "Gotta let him get comfortable

with all the drugs in his system.  If we put him in the car now I'm afraid

he'll just puke everywhere and that won't be any fun for him or us.  Sit

him down here on the couch between me and Tim.  We'll let him watch a

little more of his movie."

            I felt hands gently moving me towards the couch and I sank into it,

eyes still glued to the television.  I turned my head towards Keith.

            "This is a hot fucking movie, man." I knew my words were slurred

and I heard the guys laugh at me, but the images on the screen of the

pulsing wet hole getting plowed were just too hot for me to deny it.  By

this point, I only vaguely remembered that the guy was me, occasionally

slipping so far out of it that I thought I was watching regular porn.  My

right hand moved towards my cock but Tim pulled it away easily.  I

responded by grabbing my wet piece with my left hand but only got half a

stroke off before Keith pulled it away.  I sat there, stoned out of my

mind, watching myself getting fucked in a homemade porno, my cock throbbing

in the air, coating itself over and over with sloppy precum, while Keith

and Tim held my hands off my dick.

            I don't know exactly how long I sat there but we had gotten to

parts of the movie that I certainly didn't remember from last night.  I saw

someone's cock pull out of the nasty ass on the screen - I think it was

Phillip's.  The camera was zooming in on the hole.  It was the most

fascinating thing I'd ever seen.  The opening could not even try to close

up...it just sat there, filling up most of the screen now, briefly going

out of focus as the camera continued to zoom.  I could see the ring of

muscles convulsing rapidly, cum running out in streams.  Most of the jizz

was off-white and runny, but occasionally a thick curd of it would emerge

and slide off lazily out of the frame.  A finger came into the picture and

swiped off a thick glob before disappearing again.  I instinctively knew

that the cum had ended up in my mouth.  The finger re-emerged and in horror

I realized from the long, slender digits and shape of the nails that the

finger was mine.  I heard a voice on the tape... "That's it, faggot...Eat

up that cum, lap it all up...You want to grow up to be a good, strong

pussyboy...don't cha?"  I didn't hear myself respond but I knew that the

moaning on the tape was coming from me.  Fuck!  I was eating cum right out

of my own ass.  Another thick, slimly glob ran out of the ass before being

scooped up by my probing finger.

            I turned my head and looked at Keith.  He smiled back at me but

didn't say a word.  I tried to talk but ended up just returning his smile.

My cock was spiking hard and moving in time to my heartbeat as I sat there

watching the movie.  I tried to move my hands again but Keith and Tim were

just holding them too tightly.  Without warning, I felt the muscles inside

me contract violently and I knew that cum had entered my tube.  I tried to

focus on the sensation and make it continue.  I desperately needed to cum -

more than at any other point this weekend.  If I could just get a little

friction on something...just a little more...almost there.  Fuck!  No!!!  I

was losing the sensation.  It was even now growing more and more distant.

I found my voice and cried out.  "Shit! - you goddamn mother-fuckers!  Let

me shoot!  Please!  Damn, guys please let me CUM!!!!"  It was too late

though - the orgasm had been aborted and the contractions were already

receding.  The first initial burst of juice that had entered my cum tube

traveled slowly up the length of my cock, expanding the throbbing spike of

flesh as it went, finally exiting the drippy piss-slit and lazily making

its way over the corona of my cock.  I watched it as the bead of cum slowly

gathered weight and clung to the rim of my cockhead before becoming too

heavy and sliding down the length of my shaft.  It felt warm, then cold as

it gathered in my hairless lap, running tortuously out of my sight and down

the side of my ball sack.  Already losing focus again, I made a mental note

to have my couch cleaned.

            Keith looked at me with a curious mixture of amusement and disgust

before speaking to the rest of the room.  "Now he's ready to party...Kevin,

if you and Tim can get him in the car, I'll get everything else we need."

            Before I could even process the movement I was out the door, being

half-carried by Kevin and Tim towards my car.  They put me in the back seat

and climbed in beside me.  Phillip opened up the front passenger door and

sat down as Brad approached the door to the back seat.

            "Guys it's too crowded in there.  He's gonna have to sit on

somebody's lap."

            "I'll volunteer for that..." said Tim as he hoisted my naked and

limp body up onto his lap and slid both of us over to the center of the

seat, making room for Brad.  The movement had coated both of my thighs in

my juices and I was already producing more when I heard the trunk slam shut

and saw Keith get into the drivers seat and start the car.  He turned his

head to look at me.

            "Everyone comfy back there?" he laughed as he gunned it out of my

driveway.

            It wasn't a cold night, but I was naked and my crotch was wet.  The

change in temperature briefly snapped me out of the intense high I had been

feeling.  Tim was bouncing me gently on his knee, keeping my cock in motion

as we drove along.  I worried for a moment that I might be seen, but

realized that there wasn't very much traffic.  I had no idea what time it

was, but the roads seemed deserted.

            Suddenly, my right foot left the floor and was hooked over the

headrest of the front passenger seat.  Kevin quickly did the same to my

left, resting the foot on the far side of the drivers seat, while Tim slid

my torso down hooking my head under his sweaty armpit.  I struggled briefly

but knew it was a waste of time.  As I calmed down I heard Tim bark at me,

"Entertain us, bitch."

            I opened my mouth to ask what he wanted me to do, but couldn't

really talk with my mouth in his smelly armpit.  In my attempt to respond

however, I did breathe in deeply and felt my cock swell in response to the

scent.  Tim took my right hand and moved it to my ass while Kevin tightly

gripped my left.  Before I knew it, I had two fingers up my ass, frigging

my hole for all I was worth while writhing in Tim's lap, my toes curling

around the headrests from the intense pleasure.  I could feel my balls

rolling around in their sack and after every few thrusts my ass muscles

would contract, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body and pulses

of precum up my shaft.  Tim took off his shirt and smashed my face deeper

into the recesses of his pit - to the point where I actually had his hair

in my mouth.  I licked and sucked the matted, smelly hairs, cleaning them

and savoring the smell and taste.

            "Dude, he is fucking out of it!" Kevin yelled.  "Keith, did you

bring the camera?"

            "Yeah, it's in the trunk though."

            "You need to stop the car and get it, man.  Let Phillip film this

shit!"

            The car stopped and I heard the movement but didn't care.  I was in

my own world at this point and all I wanted was to keep going - no matter

what.  Even though I was only slightly aware of the motions and noises

around me, when we started moving again, I knew I was being filmed - again.

"What the hell," I thought to myself, "after all the tape they have of me

already, what difference does it make?"

            "Yeah, that's it fuck yourself, bitch...Get that pussy all warmed

up for us...Hate a cold cunt, man."

            "Fucking stretch that hole out good, faggot - you wanna be able to

enjoy all the cock that's gonna be shoved up there tonight..."

            The filthy, incredibly nasty commentary continued for sometime as I

pleasured my hole and cleaned out Tim's pits.  When I added a third finger

without being told and arched my back to get even deeper inside me, the

guys roared their approval.  By now, I was pumping my ass fast and hard.

My middle finger had found my prostate and I was quickly climbing towards

orgasm.  If possible, my joy-button (as Keith called it) was even more

sensitive than the head of my cock and I knew that I could rub one out just

by pressing it over and over.  Continuing to poke myself furiously, I

didn't want to stop.  I knew that if I shot, Keith would be seriously

pissed, but I didn't care anymore - in fact, even if I had cared, I

couldn't have stopped - not on my own.  They were filming me but Keith was

driving and I didn't think they were paying enough attention to know that I

was about to shoot.  My balls were climbing higher and higher in the sack

and I knew I was in the zone.  I thought about how embarrassing this tape

would be, possibly the most embarrassing so far - me finger fucking myself

to a violent hands free orgasm while sniffing around in Tim's pit stank.  I

thought about the huge mess I was about to make in my own car...

            Knock...knock...knock

            I thought about how good it was going to feel, unloading the wad

that had been growing all weekend, spewing fuck everywhere.

            Knock...knock...knock

            I heard laughter and knew that they were amused at my slutty

display, but I didn't care.  Plunging my fingers in harder and harder,

faster and faster, I continued with urgency to crescendo towards an almost

inevitable orgasm.

            Knock...knock...knock

            What the fuck was that noise?  I paused for a moment, realizing for

the first time that we were no longer moving.  Tim allowed my head to break

free of his pit and I saw Jesse peering in through the window.

            Knock...knock...knock - it was Jesse tapping on the glass.  He made

a motion with his hand and Brad rolled down his window.  Jesse was grinning

from ear to ear.

            "Enjoying that pussy, aren't you boy."  I was too flustered to

answer.  "Get your hand outta your ass before you shoot, bitch."

            Startled and stunned, I allowed my fingers to slip out of my greasy

hole and Phillip zoomed the camera in to get a few last frames of my

humiliation on tape before we went into the house.

            As I was navigated up the long driveway, I realized how far back we

had been forced to park.  Fuck!  There were cars everywhere!  How many

people were inside?  I panicked suddenly and started to struggle, but once

again the attempt was futile.  Tim and Kevin, although surprised by my

sudden display of resistance, quickly tightened their grip on my arms and

half-dragged me the rest of the way to the house.  Keith, watching from the

rear, called out for us to stop on the porch.  He moved behind me, firmly

grasping the back of my head and lifted my face to his...

            "That better be the last I see of that, Fuckwad!  Now, listen

carefully, you are gonna walk WILLINGLY into this house and you are gonna

do everything you are told - when you are told..."  He chuckled to himself

as if he had just thought of something.  "What choice do you have, really?

I've got your keys.  You're naked with a hardon that won't quit.  You don't

know the way back to your house since you were so busy jerking off your ass

on the way over here.  And to top it all off, I've got over five hours of

video tape that I could sell on the internet for a goddamn fortune..."  My

eyes widened at the horror of that thought and Keith noticed the reaction.

"Yeah, pussy, there's a market out there for tape of a hungry, drippy

boypussy taking load after load of cream up his hole.  I think they call

that making 'CreamPies'.  After tonight, if you ever wanna get fucked again

or get your fag cock all slimy while slobbering over sweaty feet, you can

do on your own timetable, but for now you are mine - ours.  Got it?"  He

shook my head violently for emphasis.

            "Yes, Keith.", I responded timidly, wincing from the pain of my

hair being pulled.

            "Yes, what?...and speak up so I can fucking hear you!"

            "I'll do whatever you want - please don't give those tapes to

anyone...please, I'll do anything."

            "Willingly and with no attitude?"

            "Yeah, sure...anything you want..."  He eyed me suspiciously, as if

trying to determine if I was beat down enough to cooperate.  Slowly, his

tense face softened and he spoke again.

            "Good, you won't regret it - trust me."  He held the words "trust

me" out longer than the others, reveling in the irony of how impossible

that would be, yet how necessary if I were to get through this evening.  He

was my only link to my previous life - and he knew it.  He was the bridge

that connected the slut standing here on a drug-dealers porch, naked and

hard, to the ordinary computer support technician I had been only a few

days earlier.  He looked me deep in the eyes - already fucking me with his

own - before looking to Jesse.  "Show him to the party, dude."  He released

my head and bent down to pick up the camera supplies as I was led into the

house.  "By the way, faggot..."  We stopped and turned to face him again.

"...your fucking face smells like pit stank!"  I was whirled around quickly

and led down a flight of narrow wooden steps as the voices around me

erupted into laughter.

            The basement came into view slowly as we made our descent.  It was

large and plain, with pieces of mismatched furniture scattered throughout -

the kind of sofas and chairs college students buy at secondhand stores for

their dorm rooms.  There were several unpainted support beams running from

the floor to the ceiling and a large, but older model, television in one

corner with an air hockey table in the other.  The room was full of smoke

that I instantly recognized as weed and, as I peered through the clouds, I

could make out no less than fifteen guys scattered around the room - some

on the couches passing bongs back and forth, some around the air hockey

table, and a few gazing mindlessly at the television.  It was hot!  At

first I thought it was because we had been outside, but then realized that

it was just fucking hot down here.  I almost instantly felt my pits begin

to moisten from the heat.  It felt like I was descending into hell.  I

paused for a moment, not really wanting to make a naked entrance in front

of so many people, but knew my only choice was to keep walking.  At least

the movement and fear that I felt had blunted the effects of the earlier

drugs.

            To my surprise, not many of them even looked our way.  The few who

did, peered at us through glazed over eyes and didn't seem to take in the

fact that I was naked.  The whole scene reminded me of depictions of the

old opium dens like they show in the movies - crowds of people fucked outta

their minds - strangers all.  My heart was pounding and my cock was almost

completely soft as my bare right foot made contact with the cement floor

and I was ushered into the room.  Jesse led me to a sofa and sat me down

next to two rough looking guys who were working on finishing up a bowl and

downing beer from a keg in the corner.  As Jesse and Keith brought down the

camera equipment, the guy sitting next to me handed me the still smoking

bong and asked if I wanted to "hit this".  I looked at him incredulously,

not able to comprehend his nonchalant reaction to a naked stranger sitting

next to him.  I hesitantly took the bowl before the fire went out and took

a deep hit, handing it back to him afterwards.

            "So you must be the pledge Jesse was telling us about", inquired

the stranger.  I didn't respond right away as I was confused, but my lung

full of smoke gave me adequate cover for the pause.  I looked towards Jesse

for some explanation and saw him mouth the words "play along".  Realizing

that pretending to be pledging a frat was actually a less embarrassing

story than the truth, I eagerly went along.  Exhaling my smoke slowly, I

responded...

            "Yeah, that would be me."

            "What frat you trying to get into, dude?"

            Shit!!! I hadn't thought about having to elaborate on this lie, but

was excited when a good answer popped into my head.  "I'm not allowed to

say.  You know the university admin doesn't approve of this type of rushing

anymore and they come down pretty hard on frats that do it."  He eyed me

curiously but seemed to buy it.

            "Well, anyway - I see they already got your pubes, man."  I

followed his eyes looking down at my hairless lap, thankful at least for my

new found cover story.

            "Yeah, I guess it looks pretty weird, huh?"

            "Yeah, whatever..."  He turned away and dropped the subject.  The

silence was uncomfortable as I looked over and saw Jesse helping Keith set

up the video equipment.  They were hooking the camera up to the television

again - no doubt so that I could monitor what was about to come.  I kept

talking to ease the tension...

            "So, how do you know Jesse?"

            "Buy pot from him.  Most of us do.  He called me up and said he was

having a party for his best customers.  All the free beer we could drink

and weed we could smoke...all we have to do is help him initiate some

pledge from the college or some such shit.  Anyways, I wasn't about to turn

down a free buzz..."  His voice trailed off like he was having trouble

focusing.  I wondered how long they had been down here smoking.  At least

his story explained why they weren't surprised to see a naked guy join the

group.  "...I need some more beer.  Hey Jess, is he allowed to drink?"

            "Sure, we're not quite ready to start yet anyway."

            "Come on then - we'll get you a beer or something..."

            I really didn't want to be walking around this basement naked, but

I got up and followed my new "buddy" to the keg and waited as he got a

glass and filled it for me.  As he looked up and handed it to me, his eyes

stopped at my crotch.

            "Dude, your dick is all drippy.  What's that about?", he asked

casually as he refilled his own glass.

            "Well, actually my initiation has been going on since Friday.  I

haven't been allowed to cum since then."

            "So...I've gone a couple days without shooting before and I don't

get like that."

            "They've...well, they've...I mean Jesse and the guys I came

with...they've been keeping me...excited since then and I guess it's just

starting to build up."  He raised one eyebrow and smiled.

            "A bunch of guys have been keeping you excited?"

            "Well, they've been keeping me high too...and Jesse made me take a

Viagra..." I tried to explain.

            "Dude, being high would make it harder to stay excited...unless you

just really liked it.  I guess the Viagra might make you bone up but shit,

man - you got like six inches of precum hanging off your cock.  How do you

explain that?"

            I really wanted him to stop talking about my dick.  Even now I

could feel the blood start to return to it, the slow but steady swelling of

the veins, and the bubbling of even more precum to add to what was hanging

from my cock.  First, the entire length of my soft cock swelled noticeably,

quickly becoming much wider.  Then, I felt the unstoppable rise begin, the

head of my dick bobbing up and down, higher and higher with each rapid beat

of my heart, pulling the strand of pre-fuck up along with it.  He was

watching my cock intently, obviously curious, as my voice got stuck in my

throat.  I wanted to explain, to try anything to take his attention away

from my crotch.  My piss-slit opened and I belched out another bead of

precum.  The strand lengthened to nearly a foot in length as my expanding

cock pulled it upwards.  Almost vertical now, the strand made contact with

the length of my shaft.  The string of precum was much colder than the

intense heat coming off my dick.  I felt my ass muscles contract

involuntarily as my body pushed the last bit of blood into my cock - it was

full now - as hard and angry as it would get, painfully throbbing and

leaking as it searched for something - anything - to get it off.

            "Dude, that looks painful...", he whispered, thankfully not drawing

any attention.

            "It kinda is...I really need to cum - bad."

            "Do you think they'll let you?"

            "Not until they're finished with me.  They've had me close so many

times this weekend, but each time they find a way to keep me from shooting.

I'm about to go crazy..."  My voice trailed off as I watched him stare at

my bloated, hungry dick with an expression that was hard to read.  It

seemed part curiosity, part pity, and part disgust.  Just then Jesse's

voice cut through our tension as he called out to my beer buddy.

            "Hey, Kyle...get the pledge back over here...we're ready to get

started."

            Kyle, whose name I'd only just now learned from Jesse, led me and

my hard cock back over to the center of the basement, while the other guys

assembled around me.  I caught Keith's face, still standing back near the

camera equipment and heard him call out...

            "Shit Kyle, looks like the pledge has a thing for you!"

            "Shut the fuck up asswipe!", he yelled back, taking an uneasy step

away from me and my fuck hard leaking hose nonetheless.  It was odd to hear

someone talk to Keith that way.  Odd, and a little scary.  Keith had gotten

me into this, but clearly, even he was no longer in complete control.  No,

he had passed those reins to Jesse...this was his show now.

            "Alright guys, listen up.  As I told you before, I asked you here

to help me pledge Sam here for one of the local frats.  He is gonna be

put through a series of tests to see if he can meet their very selective

and strict membership criteria.  In exchange for your help, you get all the

beer and weed you want tonight, but I gotta tell you, some of the things

they want us to do are gonna seem kinda weird, but I've got to follow the

rules.  None of you guys has to do anything you don't want to, but if you

can't help me out, you need to leave now..."  He paused for dramatic effect

and waited to see if anyone would bail.  No one did.  He then continued...

            "Now, in order to prove that Sam makes it through..."  He paused

again and glanced towards me, "...or doesn't..., I have to videotape the

activities.  We'll do our best to keep your faces off the tape, but you

have to be careful not to use your names unless you want them on the audio.

Everybody understand?"  There were muffled uh-huh's and yeah's as the

tension and anticipation in the room quickly escalated, the guys more and

more curious about what was about to unfold.  "Good, then let's get

started.  Keith, you rolling the tape?"

            "It's going, man."

            "Great!  The frat gave me these four envelopes.  In them are

Sam's instructions for the night.  They are labeled TEST ONE, TEST TWO,

TEST THREE, and DISQUALIFIED.  I was told to give the first envelope to him

and have him read the instructions out loud."  He was really going all out

for this lie - to go so far as to actually put instructions into envelopes

and claim they were from some frat.  He handed the first envelope to me and

told me to open it.

            Inside was a single, folded sheet of paper with the following

instructions...

READ THIS PART SILENTLY PUSSYBOY!!!!  The only way I could get all these

guys to help you tonight was to scam them with this fucking frat story.

You'd better play the part good or Keith and I will have a field day with

your ass later on.  We all know you are going to like these tests anyway.

Now...

READ THIS PART ALOUD!!!

            I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice before continuing...

PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing, including socks, shoes,

and underwear...

            Someone interrupted...

            "Well, that parts already done!"

            "Shut up, David!  Let him finish.", growled Jesse.

            "Hey, you said no names!"  Jesse just glared at him and he fell

silent.

            "Please continue, Sam."

PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing, including socks, shoes,

and underwear.  Pledge must then find no fewer than ten volunteers for this

first portion of the initiation.  Pledge will kneel at the bare feet of his

volunteers and sniff each foot for three minutes.  This will equal six

minutes per volunteer, one hour for all ten pair.  The pledge may AT NO

TIME touch any of the feet or his own cock.  If this regulation is

breached, move immediately to the envelope labeled "DISQUALIFIED".  After

each volunteer, the pledge will stand and be assigned a score as follows...

SCORING FOR TEST ONE: 0 points if pledge cock is soft and free of moisture.

1 point if pledge cock is hard and free of moisture.  5 points if pledge

cock is hard AND moist.  10 points if pledge cock cums during activity.

ALTHOUGH A TOTAL SCORE OF ZERO IS PREFERRED FOR ADMISSION TO FRATERNITY,

THE MAXIMUM ALLOWABLE SCORE TO CONTINUE TO TEST TWO IS 20 POINTS.  IF

PLEDGE EXCEEDS ALLOWABLE POINTS, MOVE IMMEDIATELY TO THE ENVELOPE LABELED

"DISQUALIFIED".

            My voice was quivering as I finished reading and looked around the

room.  Some of the guys looked intrigued, but most just looked disgusted.

Kevin, Phillip, and the others, standing towards the rear of the room,

simply smiled, knowing my weaknesses and how difficult this was going to be

for me.  Kyle, the nice guy I had met earlier, interrupted the pause with a

question...

            "Jesse, he's already hard and already wet.  He told me you guys

were working on him like this all weekend.  That don't seem fair to me.

Seems like, if we are gonna score him, he ought to be soft and dried off

before we start."

            Jesse rolled his eyes impatiently.

            "It just don't seem right...give him a fighting chance to score a

zero, man."

            "All right, Goddamnit!!!!  Keith, will you take Sam to the

bathroom and don't let him come back out until his cock is soft.  And make

sure the fucker isn't leaking, either.  We'll pick the volunteers while

you're gone."

            I was quickly grabbed and escorted into a small, half-bath off the

far end of the basement, Keith whispering "I've always hated that guy"

while we walked.  Once in the bathroom, he started barking orders...

            "OK, make that shit of yours go down!"

            "I can't Keith!!!  I need to cum!"

            "Not this shit again!"  He reached between my legs and squeezed my

balls hard, causing me to wince in pain, all the while staring into my

eyes.  "This will make it go down, right?"  I didn't answer.  "RIGHT!!!!"

            "Yeah...God, please let go.  Please..."

            "Can you get it soft if I let go?"

            "Yeah...I can do it.  I'll put some cold water on it or something."

He let go suddenly and I fell backwards, my cock still semi-hard, but no

longer throbbing.  I recovered quickly and turned on the water.  Nice - ice

cold.  Scooping hand after hand of the icy water over my cock, I felt it

wilt quickly.  When I was positive it was as soft as it was going to get, I

grabbed a hand towel from the rack and dried myself off thoroughly, making

sure to milk the flaccid cock a few times to get out all of the precum

still in my tube.  As I worked, Keith continued to talk...

            "Yeah, that guy Kyle must have taken a shine to you or

something...didn't hear anyone else standing up for you like that.  Of

course, he don't know you like we do - he don't know you're just a

cock-slurping, cum-hungry faggot whose about to have the time of his

life...Goddamnit!  Aren't you done yet?"

            "I think I'm ready now."  I couldn't even look at him, but I knew

he was sporting that same shit-eating grin that I'd grown to both love and

hate over the past few days.

            "Good!  Let's get you back out there...its SHOWTIME!!!!!!!"

            He opened the door for me and slapped me gently on the ass as I

made my way back out to the main part of the basement.  My ten "volunteers"

were already selected, the first three of which were already sitting on the

couch that was positioned in front of the television.  To my surprise, Kyle

was among them, sitting on the far right of the sofa, passing a reloaded

bong back and forth with the other two.  Keith helped me kneel in front of

the guy on the left, who was already taking off his sneakers and socks.  I

quickly looked up and away, not wanting to bone up this fast and add to my

embarrassment.  I knew I would never make it through an hour of

foot-sniffing without being at least hard and wet - shit!, I'd be lucky not

to cum, but I intended to at least put up a fight.

            Jesse moved into my field of vision with an egg timer as Keith

returned to the camera.  He told me to work from left to right, switching

feet when I heard the buzzer...

            "Get ready, get set, GO!!!!"

            Immediately my nose was within inches of the strangers foot in

front of me.  Curiously, I thought myself lucky that they didn't smell bad.

In fact, they didn't smell much at all.  The socks were clean - you could

still smell fabric softener on them.  Nevertheless, when I saw his

perfectly formed toes and the small tufts of hair sprouting from them, I

knew I was about to grow wood.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on not

getting hard, all the while taking deep, oddly fulfilling breaths off his

feet.  Suddenly, I realized that the bare concrete was hurting my knees.

In an effort to stave off my eventual hardon, I ground my right knee even

harder into the rough, hard-textured cement.  I could feel my cock return

to it's softer state and knew that if I kept this up and didn't think too

much about what I was doing, I could probably get through at least the

first couple of guys...

            BUZZZZZZZZ

            I switched feet quickly, thinking to myself how fast that three

minutes had gone by.  Yes, I'd found a system - don't think about the feet,

keep your knees in the concrete, your eyes closed, and my dick might stay

soft - at least until I got to Kyle anyway.  Shit!  Don't think about Kyle

you fool!!!  Think about something else - QUICK!  A-B-C-D-E-F-G

            BUZZZZZZZZ

            Jesse hoisted me to my feet and moved in close to score me.  Six

minutes down.  He screwed up his face, curious to find me still soft,

without a drop of moisture to be found.  He looked to Keith, who simply

shrugged and continued to film.

            "Total score so far: zero."

            "Way to go, man.  I knew you could do it.  Hang in there!"  It was

Kyle encouraging me, and inadvertently almost causing me to bone up.  I saw

Keith's face change after he heard the comment.  He looked like he could

kill Kyle if he had the chance.  Jesse continued my test...

            "Round two - GO!"

            The next guy had only been wearing a pair of shower shoes and he

had kicked them off just before my sniffing began.  For some reason, I

didn't find his feet all that attractive.  I thought that curious and then

realized that most people with a fascination with certain body parts don't

find ALL of them sexy.  I continued with that train of thought until the

first buzzer went off, my cock still completely soft.  Realizing that I had

lucked out - finding a guy whose feet didn't turn me on - I continued to

breathe deeply, for the first time my confidence rising instead of my dick.

When the buzzer went off, Keith and Jesse were even more perplexed.

            "Total score: still zero.", announced Jesse.  Kyle responded with

enthusiasm.

            "That's right, Sam...You show those punks back at the frat that

they can't mess around with you.  You're not gonna fucking throw a bone

over a room full of bare feet!"

            God, I wished he hadn't have said that!  My mind started to race

and my cock plumped slightly, knowing that I was gonna have to do him next.

Jesse and Keith saw my face fall, and they knew that they had time on their

side.  It was inevitable.  All the guys I had met before tonight knew it

too.  I glanced at them.  Kevin, Phillip, Brad, and Tim - all standing back

from the action - knowing that I would lose it soon, knowing that the blood

would start to surge, knowing that - among other things - I was a fucking

foot-pig and no amount of self-control could change that fact.

            Just then, Kyle stood up and walked away.

            "Where you going, man?", demanded Jesse.

            "I need another beer, somebody else can take my place...I'll get

back in line."  Jesse nearly exploded with frustration.

            "Fine!  You...you're next."  Some guy I'd not paid any attention to

until now moved over and took Kyle's seat on the couch.  I looked down and

panicked.  He was wearing very old black and white cross-trainers and even

without my face right up against his feet I knew that they were going to

smell strong.  Jesse twisted the timer again and waited for the new guy to

take off the sneaks and his socks.

            "Go!"

            My cock was already on the rise as I fully knelt and took my first

breath.  I was doomed.  This guys feet were as rank as Tim's and at least a

size larger.  His big toe was large and perfect, with a small amount of

sock fuzz still stuck between it and the next one.  I quickly shut my eyes

and tried to will away my coming erection.  I was making headway when the

first buzzer sounded.  Switching feet quickly, even the rough cement was

not helping anymore.  My cock was definitely filling out, though still not

fully hard, just longer and plumper than when I'm totally soft.  My only

salvation was that I wasn't looking at them and that I wasn't allowed to

touch them.

            BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

            "Stand up pledge and be scored."

            Quickly doing as I was told, some discussion ensued as to whether I

should still be allowed a zero score.  Jesse insisted that I at least be

required to take a one, but Kyle (who had returned with his beer and was

standing near me) disagreed strongly.

            "He ain't hard, man.  The rules clearly say that to get a score of

one he has to be hard."

            "Are you blind, dude?  Look at it.  It's definitely getting hard.

He gets a one."  Jesse was starting to get angry but Kyle wouldn't drop it.

            "We all saw him, Jesse, before he started.  We fucking know what it

looks like when it's hard...and that ain't it!  He gets a zero!!!!"  For a

brief moment, I actually thought a fight was about to break out.  Jesse

shrugged his shoulders, knowing that I couldn't resist all night, and

announced my score...

            "Total score: remains at zero."  Then, with a wicked grin in my

direction, he added, "Tim, would you get the pledge a beer."  I knew I was

in trouble now, doubting that there would be just beer in the glass he

brought back.

            Kyle lifted his glass to me, smiling, and said, "Hang tough, man -

You can do it!"  I smiled back weakly, wishing he wouldn't place so much

faith in me - I knew I was about to disappoint him.  With a new batch of

three guys sitting on the sofa, Kyle moving back into the lineup (middle of

the couch this time), and my dick already stirring - yeah, I was about to

disappoint him big time.

            Tim returned with my glass and Jesse began a chorus of "Chug - Chug

- Chug - Chug" which was soon echoed by every one in the room - including

Kyle.  I did the only thing I could, tip the glass back and drain it in one

long drink.  It tasted strange - which I knew it would - and since I

already had some drugs in my system, I was feeling the effects of this new

dose even before my knees hit the rough concrete floor.

            To make matters worse, the timer on the forth guy couldn't start

until he had taken off his sneakers and socks.  He wore a ratty pair of

white Chuck Taylor's (off-white and torn from years of use) and his socks

were gray.  He also seemed to be taking an awful long time in getting them

off.  As his lifted his foot out of the first sneaker, I could see how damp

and wet the gray socks were and my cock responded instantly.  As his hand

slowly, almost teasingly, pulled the damp cloth from his bare foot, he

wiggled his long toes and I got a whiff of the sweaty foot-flesh even

before I bent over to resume the test.  By the time the second foot was

bare I was full on the bone and the new dose of drugs had hit my brain.  I

very nearly missed Jesse yell "GO!!!".

            I knew that I was going to lose this fight.  No matter how hard I

concentrated I just was not going to be able to make my cock go down again

- not with a sweaty, intensely smelly foot in my face.  Every deep whiff I

took caused my cock to bloat a little more and I knew that in a matter of

moments I would be leaking again.

            BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

            Switching feet quickly, I made a decision to keep my eyes closed

and at least try not to get drippy until after I had sniffed Kyle's feet.

I was starting to feel light-headed anyway and concentrated on that while

the time ran out on this guy's last foot.  Just keep it from

dripping...just keep it from dripping...

            BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

            "Stand up, pledge, quickly now!"  Doing as I was told, I stood and

exposed my throbbing, yet fortunately dry, hardon to the entire room.

Jesse didn't waste a second in pointing it out.  "Ah-haa...I see we have a

change in status for the pledge..." and then adding, while glancing at

Kyle, "...unless someone want to argue with me that that is not a hardon!"

I was barely paying attention as I wobbled unsteadily, already starting to

drift back into my own pleasant little world.

            "SHIT dude!", shouted Kyle, "so he got hard.  He's obviously

stoning - just look at him...and he only gets one point 'cause he ain't

wet...AND he's allowed twenty points in this test.  He'll pass...he'll pass

easy."  I looked over at Kyle and grinned stupidly, almost flirtatiously,

and he suddenly looked uncomfortable.  Too far, I thought to myself.  Shit!

Why did I have to go and do that?

            "Well, I'm glad you think so 'cause you're next on his sniff list",

answered Jesse, pushing me back to the floor, this time between Kyle's

feet.

            Instead of kneeling upright like I had done before while the guys

took off their shoes and socks, my head went right down to Kyle's sneakers.

I couldn't take my eyes off them as his hands appeared and began to unlace

and remove his sneaks.  I felt my juices start to bubble when he lifted his

feet out and I saw the many holes in the sole of thick, white, sweaty sock.

By the time he got both feet bare, I had already created a puddle between

my legs.

            "GO!"

            Kyle's feet were amazing!  They were probably about a size 12, with

long, pale, thin toes with little tufts of his dark hair sprouting proudly

from each.  My first deep sniff sent my cock into convulsions, shaking and

spewing even more slick moisture from deep within me.  My balls felt like

they were on fire, writhing and rolling in the tight confines of my drawn

up sack.  I was losing control quickly, no longer thinking about anything

the awesome sight and smell of Kyle's feet.  >From this angle, the bottom

of each big toe looked like the silhouette of a large, plump cockhead.

That thought caused my ass to contract.

            BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

            I didn't even hear it...

            "Switch feet, goddamnit!", yelled Jesse, giving me a playful nudge

in the ass with one of his own bare feet, his big toe staying perilously

close to my twitching hole.

            I moved to the other foot and breathed deeply again, letting the

scent fill my mind with thoughts of locker room sweat and jock straps and

old funky socks.  My cock began moving on it's own again, up and down, up

and down, in time to the growing urgency inside me.  God!  Fuck, those

toes!  They look and smell so goddamn good.  Got to taste them!  Shit!

I've got to have them!!!!  Before better judgment could intervene, my hot

mouth enveloped the sweaty, big toe of his left foot - all the way down -

and I began to suck furiously.

            "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!", I heard someone scream, suddenly realizing

it was Kyle.  He jerked his foot out of my mouth and used it to kick me

back.  "Get off me you fag!!!  What the hell you think you're doing!!!!"

As I landed backwards, my cock was still spewing juices all over the place

and everyone saw for the first time the large puddle of clear slickness

that I had spilled between my legs.

            Keith, Jesse, and the others who had spent the earlier part of the

weekend with me were laughing their asses off.  Keith, already pissed off

at Kyle, took the opportunity to further ruffle his feathers.  "Told ya he

had a thing for you, man.  Sucking your toe and leaking pre-jam all over

himself..."

            "Fuck off, Keith...and fuck you faggot!", he screamed at me,

launching a big wad of spit in my direction.  It connected soundly with my

face and I just left it there, rolling slowly down my cheek.

            "Hey, pledge," said Jesse, nudging me again with his feet to get my

attention, "I think that disqualifies you.  I mean, you stuck his toe in

your mouth and I think that counts as touching - you weren't allowed to do

that."

            Slowly, I heard the others in the room arrived at a consensus that

I had, in fact, been disqualified.  Kyle, still ranting over what I had

done to him, was muttering to himself and anyone who would listen about how

much he hated fags, about how I deserved to be punished by the frat for

fucking up their first test so easily.

            Jesse hauled me up to my feet and handed me an envelope with the

word DISQUALIFIED in big, block letters.  "Open it and read it out

loud...towards the camera."  Shamed beyond anything I though possible, I

turned towards Keith and the ever-rolling video camera and opened the

envelope.  It too, contained only a single, folded sheet of paper.  As my

face flushed red, I hesitantly began to read...

PLEDGE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED

If the pledge in question is reading this letter, then it has been

determined that he has failed to meet the criteria of one of the three

previous tests.  This failure is enough to prove one of three things...

1. Pledge has no self-control 2. Pledge has no sense of the community of

brothers...or 3. Pledge is simply a faggot

Membership in this fraternity is hereby denied and we leave it to the

capable imagination of our contract pledge master, Mr. Jesse Stipes, to

devise an appropriate punishment for this pledge and his despicable failure

during these tests.

The pledge will now be escorted from the room until an appropriate

punishment is determined.

This fraternity thanks those present tonight who served as both witnesses

and participants to these tests.  We wish you the best of luck in all you

choose to do.

            The letter ended...

            "Tim, would escort our would-be pledge to the bathroom while we

decide what to do with him?", asked Jesse.

            "Sure thing, Jess..."

            Tim moved towards me, grabbing me by the elbow and leading me away

from the group.  It felt as though my entire life was over...I imagined

that this might actually be what it feels like to be sentenced to life in

prison.  Tim broke out in laughter as soon as the door to the bathroom was

closed.

            "Goddamn!!!!  You stupid fuck!  I can't believe you, dude.  You

knew the rules and put Kyle's fucking toe in your mouth anyway!"  He was

grabbing his sides and I noticed tears running down his face, he was

laughing so hard.

            "What are you guys doing?  What's up with all this frat shit?  Why

are you doing this?"  I was once again practically in tears, though my hard

cock had not flagged a bit, in fact, it seemed harder than ever, perhaps

stimulated by not knowing what was about to happen next.

            "It was a great plan, wasn't it?  Let me explain the whole thing to

you while we're waiting.  All these guys are drug customers of Jesse's and

they would do just about anything to stay in his good graces.  But, we just

didn't know how they would take to a big pussy-boy gang-bang even if we did

offer them all the weed and beer they wanted - which, by the way - I should

let you know - you paid for.  So Jesse comes up with this frat house

initiation scam.  Awesome fucking idea!!!!  We get you down here, pretend

your being initiated into some frat, and slowly warm them up to the idea

that you are just a big cum-whore.  We are all, including me, pretending

that we didn't already know that about you.  So now we got Jesse, Keith,

and the other three guys trying to talk the others into seeing just how far

you will go tonight."

            "What was in the other two envelopes - TEST TWO and TEST THREE?"

Tim roared again in laugher.

            "That's one of the best parts...NOTHING!!!  We were so convinced

you'd fuck up during the first test that we didn't even bother putting

anything into the other two envelopes.  Fuck, bitch, you make this all so

fucking easy!  Now, Keith's gonna knock on the door in a minute or two and

the number of times he knocks will let me know roughly how far the other

guys want to see you go before they start freaking out.  If they only feel

comfortable with a good old-fashioned frat paddling, then Keith will knock

once.  If they would be open to seeing you give some head, but would get

freaky if they saw you take it up the ass, then he will knock twice.  But

if they are up for anything at this point, and I'm sure Jesse is trying to

talk them into it, then...then, my little pussy friend, Keith will knock

three times - and your little ass and mouth are gonna be in heaven."

            My cock was about to spew just from the thought of it when I saw

Keith's shadow underneath the door.

            KNOCK...

            "Wait for it bitch..."  More precum oozed out, basting my shaft in

juices again.

            KNOCK...

            "Hell yeah...faggots gonna swallow some cum tonight!  Wait for the

third, wait for it!"  My knees went weak.

            KNOCK

            "YESSSSS!!!!!  He managed it!"  Tim leaned in close to me.  "No

limits tonight, pussy...no limits."  With that he opened the door and

thrust me into Keith's strong arms.  He looked at me with his piercing

eyes, gauging my expression.

            "When we get out there, it's gonna seem like Jesse is in charge -

that's part of the plan.  But remember, you answer to me, pussyboy.  Do

this for me, boy.  Do whatever he says.  Do it for me, your old pal

Keith...and I'll let you cum tonight", he whispered.  And I knew instantly

I would do anything for him.

            As he led me back to the sofa, I saw that it was now occupied by

Phillip on the far left, Jesse in the middle, and Kyle on the right.  The

others were off to the sides and behind the couch.  Jesse wore an evil,

knowing smirk, as did Phillip and my other "friends", but Kyle just looked

angry, apparently still fuming from my earlier indiscretion.  Keith stopped

me, hands behind my back, hard cock still throbbing and leaking goo, about

7 or 8 feet in front of the couch.  Jesse moved in his seat and prepared to

speak, looking for all the world like a judge.

            "Sam, you are about to be punished for your, your...what did the

letter call it Phillip?"

            "Despicable failure."

            "That's right...for your despicable failure at your fraternity

tests.  But first, I was hoping you could settle a little bet I've made

with your friend Kyle here."  He paused for a moment, allowing my tension

to build.  "Would you mind doing that for me first?"

            "I guess so."  His face suddenly hardened and I half expected him

to leap up from the couch.  Instead, he simply chose to yell.

            "YES or NO, SIR! are the ONLY words that I need to hear."

            "Yes, Sir!"

            "YES, YOU MIND DOING IT FOR ME!!!!!"

            "NO, NO, Sir!!!  I don't mind."  He was amused at how easy it was

to get me confused - it fit so perfectly into the scam he was pulling on

his buddies.

            "Fine, that's better.  I bet Kyle that if we gave you one of the

socks he just took off and let you sniff it all you wanted that you could

cum in less than five minutes - even without touching your cock.  Kyle says

no one could possibly be that fucked up sexually, but I think he's wrong.

If he's right and you can't shoot, he gets a free bag of Mexico's finest.

If I win, I'm fifty dollars richer.  What do you say?"

            "Ummm..."

            "Shut up!  On second thought, I don't give a shit what you say.

Now, be a good little boy and pick up that rank sock in front of you.  Do

it.  Yeah, now that's a nice faggot.  I'm setting the timer to five

minutes...GO!"

            I dutifully picked up the sock and even before I was asked to do

it, had the filthy piece of cloth in front of my nose.  Shit!  It was still

damp!  I was rubbing it on my face, breathing deeply and my cock had taken

on a life of it's own, moving freely, like it was being shaken from some

invisible hand.  Keith had released me and moved back to make sure

everything was being captured on videotape.  I glanced over the sock to

Kyle's feet and imagined them in my mouth instead of the sock while I

listened to Jesse's non-stop ranting..."That's right, boy...fag out on the

stinky sock...closed up in Kyle's shoes all day, getting sweaty, right up

against his nasty feet.  Shit faggot, you should see yourself.  Dick all

jerking and leaky, throwing your fag dick snot all over my floor - all by

itself, too!  You're not even touching it and even now you know your

fucking clitty is about to explode.  We can see your balls rising up,

fag...we can ALL see it...every last one of us is amazed that you are about

to sling it over a goddamn sock.  Bet this is gonna be the best cum of your

life.  UH-OH, boy - your balls are so goddamn high they're clinging to the

sides of your jerkin' cock.  Never seen a guys dick move like that on it's

own - like it's having a fucking seizure.  Oh FUCK!  There's pre-nut all

the way from your cock to the floor now, pussy.  I guess if we hadn't

already guessed you were a fag, you're about to remove all doubt.  You're

about to cum, aren't you boy?  About to fling that shit all the way over

here.  That's right, keep breathing, keep breathing...You're starting to

shake all over, boy.  What's that all about?  You about to shoot?  Feel

that cum rising into your shaft?  Almost to the point where you couldn't

stop it if you wanted to?  Man, it must suck to be that horned up with only

a fucking nasty, crusty sock to get you off.  Your legs are wobbling

boy...is everything OK with your knees?  They're not getting weak are they?

Come on, boy...don't make me lose this bet.  That's it...FUCKING INHALE

THAT SOCK, FAGGOT!!!  LICK IT AND THINK ABOUT WHERE IT'S BEEN...HERE HE

COMES BOYS...WATCH OUT!...THAT THINGS GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!"

            Over three days of pent up fuck jam came exploding out of my cock

in a torrent that more resembled a stream a white piss than cum.  The first

blast easily covered the distance between me and Jesse, the far edge of the

shot landing on his bare right foot and creating an unbroken river of white

juice from it to about a foot in front of me.  My knees buckled with the

force of the first blast and I had to quickly readjust my footing to keep

from falling down.  As I continued to inhale the fumes from the rancid

piece of cloth shoved up against my face, the second shot came out just as

hard as the first but arched up further from my unsecured cock, the top of

the arch nearly as high as my head, the far end landing about a foot from

Jesse.  Another blast seemed to exit my cock at the speed of sound, and

splattered audibly into the puddle of white that I was quickly creating

between Jesse's legs - still getting at least a distance of six feet!  It

was followed by another, and then yet another, before the dregs of my

orgasm began to simply fall from my piss slit and slide sloppily over my

balls, down further over my thighs, then my calves and feet, to pool with

the nasty clear fuckslop I had spilled before my orgasm.  I was very close

to passing out.  Jesse had been right - that was by far the best orgasm of

my life.

            I slowly lowered the sock from my face, legs trembling, panting

heavily, and tried to gauge the reaction from the crowd.  Most were

wide-eyed, mouths open, staring in disbelief at what they had just

witnessed.  Keith was still filming my attempt to remain standing as my

cock continued to pulse and push out the sloppy remnants of my cum.  Tim,

Kevin, Brad, and Phillip were all giving me knowing grins, but Jesse sat

stone-faced for a long time, letting the gravity of what had just happened

sink in.

            "Holy FUCK!!!!", exclaimed Kyle.  "I've never seen anything like

that before.  It looked like a fucking fire hose going off!  I guess I owe

you fifty Jess."

            "Nah, don't worry about it.  I knew he would cum so it was hardly a

fair bet.  I just wanted you to see that I was right.  We got us a grade-A

ripe pussyboy with us tonight..." and then looking at me, he slowly added,

"...don't we?"

            Still trembling from my orgasm, I couldn't find my voice.

            "DON'T WE!!!"

            "Yes...", I slowly muttered, knowing now the complete futility of

trying to protest.

            "Louder!!!"

            "YES!"

            "What are you?"

            I admitted it to myself and finally felt the last of my walls and

inhibitions come crashing down around me.  I knew that I was rounding a

corner mentally - that from now on accepting and admitting that I truly did

enjoy this wouldn't be nearly as difficult.

            "A pussy..."

            "...and what else?"

            "A faggot..."

            "...and what would you like more than anything else right now?

Think about it carefully and be honest.  Then tell the whole room."

            I knew the answer instantly.  It was embarrassing but true - it was

honestly the thing I wanted more than anything else in the world at that

moment.  It took another prompt from Jesse for me to answer.

            "...well, what is it?  What do you want?  If you ask nicely, you

might get it..."

            My legs were trembling again as I spoke.

            "I want Kyle's dick in mouth...I want to suck him off."

            Kyle looked stunned but not as angry as I had suspected - maybe he

wouldn't get up and beat the shit out of me after all.

            "Really?", responded Jesse, the tone in his voice revealing that my

answer had even caught him off guard.  I don't know what he had been

expecting me to say, but that apparently wasn't it.  He paused for a moment

but recovered quickly, chuckling to himself as he continued.  "So you want

a little taste of Kyle, huh?  Kinda thought you were developing a thing for

him.  Grab your cock and stroke it while you talk to me, while you tell me

more about what you want."

            I tossed the sock to the floor and wrapped my hand around my still

throbbing slimly cock.  Even though I had just nutted it felt so good to be

stroking it, my jizz providing ample lube for my slow up and down fisting.

            "That's good...So you really are a faggot, huh?  That's not just

some mean name we've been calling you?  It's really the truth, isn't it?"

            "Yes, sir...Jesse, sir...it's true."

            "Wait a second...you say you wanna suck Kyle's cock...you're not

getting 'feelings' for him, are you?"  The question caught me off guard.

            "No, of course not - I just wanna suck him...", I responded, still

shafting my cock, already feeling another load brewing inside me.

            "...and what do you call a person who wants to have sex with people

they don't care about?"

            The answer was obvious...

            "A slut, sir."

            "So you're not JUST a fag, you're a slutty fag?"

            "Yes, sir, I'm a slutty faggot..."  Any resistance my mind had been

making earlier was gone now - mind and body working together as one to get

what I knew I wanted.  I also knew that I would cum again if this line of

questioning continued.

            "Besides sucking cock, and well, making messes on people's basement

floors, what else do slutty faggots like to do?

            "They like to take it up the ass, sir."

            "Do YOU like to take it up the ass?"

            I groaned with pleasure, both from the thought and my stroking

hand.

            "Fuck yeah, sir...I like to take it up the ass..."

            "Interesting, learning all kinds of things about you tonight.  You

know, you can't suck on Kyle and take his cock up your ass at the same

time.  Even you're not that talented, are you?"

            "No, sir."

            "So to give you everything you wanted at the same time, somebody

else would have to fuck you while you sucked off Kyle, isn't that right?"

            "Leave him alone, Jesse..." came a response from somewhere - I

didn't catch from who.

            "No, let him answer..." interrupted Kyle, surprising even me.

            "Yeah, somebody else would have to do it."

            "Look around the room and tell me who you'd like that to be.  You

don't have to pick me...I won't be insulted...pick anybody you'd like..."

            I looked around the room and my eyes fell on a guy just behind the

sofa, blonde, with a short haircut, smaller and more compact than Keith,

more of a runner's build like myself.  I didn't know his name.

            "That guy..." I answered, pointing to my choice.  The guy looked

shocked.

            "Him?", questioned Jesse, wanting to verify my answer.  "You don't

even know his name, do you?  You'd let a guy whose name you didn't even

know fuck your ass?"

            "Yes, sir...I want him."

            "You know, I don't have any rubbers - he'd have to fuck you raw.

That OK by you?"

            "Yes, sir...please - I'm starting to need to cum again."

            "Speaking of cum, where would you want the guy fucking you to

shoot?"

            "In my ass, sir."

            "In your what?"  I knew what he wanted me to say, and I just didn't

care anymore.

            "In my pussy, sir, in my pussy...please, sir, if he's willing, I

want him to fuck my pussy and empty his nuts into me while I suck Kyle.

Please, sir I need to cum again."

            "Hands off your dick, slut.  You're getting impatient and not

concentrating enough."  Reluctantly, I released my sloppy cock and waited.

I was beyond broken in - I was a fucking cum-whore.  Jesse paused for a

moment before continuing, this time speaking to the whole group...

            "OK guys, I hadn't quite counted on things getting this freaky

tonight," Jesse lied, "but it seems our pussy here has set the agenda for

the evening.  Now, I told you all that nobody had to do anything they

didn't want to do - and that's still true - you can just stay and watch it

you want to, but if any of you mother-fuckers leaves this room and runs his

mouth about what happens here you'll never get another ounce of ANYTHING

from me - no weed, no pills, nothing!  Anybody that wants to leave better

do it now..."

            No one moved.

            "Good...Tim, go lock the door for me."

            "Sure thing, Jess."

            "You!" barked Jesse to the guy I had selected to fuck me.

            "What?"

            "So you gonna give it to him or what?  He specifically asked for

you."

            "I don't know man - maybe I'll just watch - it seems a little,

well..."

            "If you don't do it, I will."

            "Really?  I mean I never thought..."

            "Shit - it's just another hole!  What you so scared of?"

            "I'm not scared!" he protested.  Jesse was growing tired of this

and simply ignored him, turning to Kyle.

            "Are you at least gonna let him suck you?"

            "Hell, yeah - his little confessional got me hot, Jess."  Kyle was

already sliding his jeans down over his legs and off his bare feet.  Jesse,

ever the director, turned to me.

            "Well, get down there and get you some of Kyle's piece - no

touching your dick though."

            I was down on my knees in a flash, hands on Kyle's thighs, already

slobbering over the thought of tasting Kyle's meat.  Jesse turned back to

the nameless guy I had asked to fuck me.

            "Last chance to hit this first..." he said, slapping my upturned

ass playfully as he did.

            "Oh, what the hell..." he said as he moved over behind me and out

of my field of vision.  I never even saw him take off his clothes.

            I didn't care anymore though because I suddenly found myself face

to face with Kyle's cock.  I'd seen bigger over the past few days, but that

didn't matter - the dick was hard, wet, and, best of all, Kyle's.  Since

Friday, I had gotten in lots of practice getting a cock past my

gag-reflexes and I was balls-deep on it within seconds, savoring the taste

of his precum on my tongue and the scent of his unwashed pubes in my nose.

            "SHIT!!!!", yelled Kyle when his cockhead slid into my throat,

bucking his hips upwards in surprise pleasure, and nearly giving me a

bloody lip in the process.  "You are a fucking slut...DAMN!!!"

            "You're not kidding, dude...", came a voice from behind me.

"...the fucker's got grease in his hole - bitch came ready!"

            "Well, stop you're yapping and fuck him!", screamed Jesse.  "The

rest of us are waiting..."

            I spread my legs as wide as I could in this position and felt him

moving his cock around my ass, obviously new at this, trying to find his

target.  When the head found my greasy hole I let out a gasp around the

throat in my cock.  Since my hole was well-stretched from the ride over

here, my anonymous fucker slid in easily all the way to root, a subdued

moan escaping his lips as he bottomed out.  He only rested it there a

moment before starting a slow and easy long-dicked fucking - my only regret

that I hadn't gotten to see his cock first.

            Returning my attention to the pulsing cock lodged in my throat, I

began to work Kyle with an enthusiasm that I had never shown for anything

before.  I was taking his dick all the to the pubes, slurping hard to get

enough suction, then slowly rising up the thick shaft all the way to

ever-expanding head, twirling my tongue around it each time I crested,

savoring the flavors my tongue was pulling out before beginning another

slow descent.  After a few minutes, I lifted completely off his cock to see

Kyle with his head thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying every minute of his

blow-job.  I lowered my face to his sweaty balls and breathed in deep,

feeling my own cock dripping again as the dick in my ass slowly poked and

prodded my prostate.  Kyle was a quieter suck than I had grown used to, not

yelling at me or pulling my hair or calling me names - and I wanted to make

this the best head he'd ever gotten.  I impaled my throat on his shaft

again, going quicker this time, ever up and down, faster and faster, now

massaging his nuts one in each hand, tenderly rubbing them with my fingers,

wanting nothing more than to feel them empty into my mouth.  I could hear

the others undressing now and knew that I'd be taking lots of cum-gorged

dicks in my throat tonight, but also that I'd enjoy this one the most.

Kyle was beginning to get close.

            "Fuck...yeah, yeah, yeah...goddamnit!  Here it comes...take it you

pussy!!!!"  I quickly rose up on his shaft several inches, still slurping

and keeping the suction intense.  Keith and the others had cum directly

down my throat before but this one, this one I wanted to taste.  His balls

rose suddenly away from my massaging fingertips, and his dick shuddered as

the first shot of his fuck-slime hit the back of my mouth with incredible

force.  I began to move my tongue immediately to savor the milky fluids.

His cock continued to spew over and over again, filling my mouth to

capacity - almost causing me to lose some it from the corners.  Kyle gave a

few last post-orgasmic thrusts, mixing his cock juices and my own saliva

into a nasty, slimy, frothing mess, before pulling it out carefully, my

lips closing around the head both to keep from spilling any and to prolong

his pleasure.  He looked down at me, panting from sexual heat - yet

smiling.

            "Let me see..."

            I knew what he wanted and opened my mouth, moving my tongue back

and forth to show him the massive load he had just shot into me.  He nodded

approvingly.

            "You gonna swallow?"

            Making a visible display of it, I closed my mouth and took one,

then two, then three gulps, until I was sure every last drop had vanished

into my throat, opening my mouth when finished to show him how much I had

enjoyed him.  Breaking us out of our reverie, Jesse jumped in.  As I looked

towards him, I saw that he was already naked, slowly stroking his monster

piece.

            "Alright now, you two lovebirds - break it up...and you in his

pussy - don't make love to it - FUCK IT!!!"

            Suddenly the cock in my ass kicked into overdrive, the plunges

coming faster and faster.  My own fuck hard dick was slapping my stomach as

he began to really throw himself into it, poking my joy-button repeatedly,

causing my thick lube to flow even harder.  I could feel droplets of my

precum flying off the tip of my cock, wetting my nipples and some

splattering up as far as my neck.  If he had kept that up for a few more

minutes I would have cum right there.  Instead, however, he thrust in hard,

sliding well past my prostate and deeper into my gut and held it there, his

cock twitching as he bred my ass.  I moaned like a bitch in heat when I

felt the first scalding wave of juice shoot deep inside me, quickly filling

me up, sliming my insides.  My ass squeezed repeatedly, out of habit and

instinct, as he pulled out of me.

            "Finally...", roared Jesse, grabbing my hair and tugging violently

until my upturned face met his.  "Now, here's what we're gonna do.  I'm

gonna sit here on the couch and you are gonna work my big old pussy pleaser

with that purdy mouth of yours while all these other guys take turns in

your twat.  After you've been plugged by each and every one - that's twenty

in all - then you're gonna climb up here and ride me like one of them

fucking whores in the movies until I fill you up with my own baby-makers.

You understand all that, Fuckwad?"  He shook the hand that gripped my hair

for emphasis.

            "Yes, sir...", I muttered in response, my throat still coated with

Kyle's dick slime, while a clock somewhere rang out its midnight chimes.

            It was Memorial Day...

CHAPTER SEVEN - Coming to terms

            I woke the next morning confused and disoriented but lying

comfortably in my own bed with no sign of the others to be found.  I was in

that place between being asleep and being awake, where the sheets and

pillows envelope you in their warm embrace and you wish you could stay like

that forever.  Eventually, however, consciousness won out over sleepiness

and I was soon kicking at the sheets and rubbing my eyes to wake up.  I

glanced over at the clock - it was already well afternoon.  I couldn't

believe that I had slept this late and tried to remember what had happened

last night.  The disturbing memories began to fill my mind and I became

somewhat nauseous as I stood and recalled the behaviors I had engaged in

just a few hours earlier.

            There were huge gags in my recollections of the night before and I

couldn't be certain that the things I 'could' remember had actually

occurred the 'way' that I remembered.  I could clearly see myself being

told to go clean up and then walking back into the living room and standing

with the other guys.  I drank something and then there was a hole in my

memory.  The next image that I could actually retrieve was of being in a

basement.  A guy named Kyle came to mind but I couldn't remember exactly

what he looked like.  We had played some sort of game - a hazing ritual - I

think it involved feet.  I saw myself drinking another beer and remembered

thinking that I didn't trust Keith and the others - that they had probably

put drugs in the beer.  After that, everything else for the duration of the

evening was a hazy blur.

            Upon standing, I noticed a note with my name on it and immediately

knew that it was from Keith.  I hesitantly took the note and opened it...

            "We let you sleep in today since you had such an 'active' evening

last night.  I hope you got some good rest.  Feel free to put some clothes

on if you'd like and join us in the living room."

            Clothes?  I hadn't worn any clothes since Friday night when I was

dragged against my will to an adult bookstore and even then it was only a

thin pair of shorts that my leaky dick had promptly ruined (unless you

count the sock worn in my mouth instead of on my feet).  Why was he

suddenly willing to let me get dressed when he had plainly told me that I

wouldn't be allowed to wear anything until he left?  I didn't bother to

analyze it too long though and quickly found something from my dresser to

put on.  Jeans and t-shirt would suffice.  I didn't bother with underwear

or socks - the only clean stuff I had left was worn and ratty; I'd rather

freeball it and go barefoot than wear any of the stuff I had left.

            When I opened the door, I could already smell pot and hear the

boisterous laughter of guys having a good time.  Keith, Tim, Kevin, Brad,

and Phillip were all scattered around my living room. All were fully

dressed (except for socks and shoes) and passing around the bong while

holding various drinks - Keith was partial to beer while Kevin enjoyed his

Jack Daniels.  When Keith saw me, he stood up and started clapping slowly.

The others soon joined him in the applause, giving me suspicious

compliments for a job well done last night.  Keith was the first one to

speak...

            "I thought you were going to sleep all day."

            "I must have been tired, I guess", I replied.

            "I'd be tired too if I were you - you were really on fire last

night", observed Tim.

            "Really..." I said cautiously.  "I don't remember too much about

it."

            "Oh, it was fucking awesome!!!  The guys will be talking about that

party for years", added Kevin.

            "Would anyone mind explaining to me exactly what DID happen last

night?" I asked.

            "Plenty of time for that later", said Keith.  "I'll bet you're

starving.  Brad and Phillip went out this morning to pick up some

breakfast.  We got you a couple of biscuits to eat whenever you woke up.

Head on in there and get 'em.  Take your time - there's no rush."

            I didn't know why they were being so nice to me but it was a

welcome change from the treatment that I had received so far this weekend.

Keith was right about me being hungry - I was famished.  I dove into the

food and ate both breakfast sandwiches in a flash.  After chasing them down

with a glass of orange juice, I returned to the living room to join the

others.

            I sat uncomfortably silent while the others continued to joke and

talk, passing around the bong and drinking beer while they half-watched

television.  Unsure of what to say and not wanting to break the uneasy

truce that seemed to have developed among us, I just kept my mouth shut.

Eventually, I started to relax and decided to have a beer myself.  Getting

up, I walked to the kitchen to retrieve one.  The guys didn't notice my

movements until I returned.  Keith took the beer away from me.

            "No beer for you today..."

            "Why not?"

            "I'd like for you to be clear headed for once this weekend.  We've

got a lot of things to talk about and I don't want you fucked up.  So that

means no alcohol, no pot, no XTC, no anything until I decide that it's OK.

Do you understand?"

            "Yes, sir.  But could someone please tell me what happened last

night?  I can't remember much at all...just bits and pieces."

            "We can do better than tell you," said Tim, "we can show you the

whole night."  Keith picked up where Tim left off and continued...

            "That's why I won't let you have any beer.  I want you sober for

this.  Why don't you have a seat on the couch between Tim and me and watch

the tape?"

            I was beyond uneasy at this point but I was also incredibly curious

as to exactly what had happened the night before.  I moved over to the

couch and sat down as the tape started to play.

            The tape began with me coming out of the bathroom.  This part I

remembered.  Then I was drinking and smoking pot and suddenly talking like

a whore while I watched earlier tapes that had been made of me.  I vaguely

remembered this and blushed as I listened to my filthy mouth spewing out

foul language and obscenities.  I saw us leave my house for the party and

the camera went dark for a moment.  Suddenly, there I was, in the rear of

the car, sitting on Tim's lap while I finger fucked myself, legs spread out

on the front seats.  The guys laughed as they watched my humiliation.  I

was performing some of the most degrading acts imaginable and I couldn't

even remember having done them.  The camera started up again and I saw the

first fake frat test where I was sniffing the feet of the guys on the dirty

torn-up basement sofa.  On screen I was being given another beer and I knew

that it had been laced with something because all of my memories past that

point had been erased.

            Then I saw myself standing in the middle of the room sniffing

someone's sock while the entire room watched.  Jesse was talking filth to

me and it truly looked like I was getting into the foul smelling cloth

shoved up against my nose.  Without warning, I was viewing myself shooting

massive ropes of Ricky juice all over the room - even hitting Jesse with

some of it.  I had gotten to cum.  THEY HAD LET ME CUM - AND I COULDN'T

EVEN REMEMBER IT!!!  I felt my cock swell slightly in the confines of my

jeans at the sight of me slinging my fucksnot everywhere and had to shift

in my seat on the couch self-consciously.  Before I knew it, video-Ricky

was down on his knees sucking on Kyle's cock while a guy I didn't know was

sticking his rod up my ass.  My own dick swelled more and inched its way

down the leg of my jeans.  I could feel the juice beginning to boil within

me once again and knew that in a matter of seconds I would be leaking.

            The guys were strangely quiet, allowing me to view my humiliation

undisturbed - without jokes or commentary.  I watched as man after man

violated my holes, both mouth and ass.  On camera, Keith and Jesse were

once again encouraging all the guys to cum in ass instead of my mouth.

Around the fifth fuck of the night, I was dragged to the air hockey table

and hoisted up onto it, lying on my back.  The sixth guy barely paused

before cramming me full again.  The video zoomed in close as the prick on

camera pounded into me.  I could see that cum was beginning to leak out of

me around the perimeter of his shaft and was being flung off in all

directions.  I had become a hole to use - nothing more - and these guys

were becoming more and more rowdy as those who had been reluctant to fuck

me were warming up to the idea.  The sixth cock in my cunt tensed and

released a volley of warm seed into me.  You could see each contraction up

his fuck tube as his spooge was catapulted inside.  When he withdrew, cum

curds flowed out like a stream and the dick was quickly replaced by number

seven.

            "I think that's me..." noted Keith.

            "It is..." I relied, immediately wishing that I hadn't.

            "How do you know?  I thought you couldn't remember what happened

last night," he asked.

            "You know, I, um, well, I recognize it."  There was momentary

silence before a mass eruption of laughter filled the room.  Tim was

holding his sides - apparently the pot had made him giddy.  I didn't think

it was all that funny - as much as I had been forced to look at it these

past few days its no wonder I had it memorized.

            "I'm sorry we laughed", apologized Keith.  "We'll let you finish

watching your movie in peace."

            After Keith had shot his load on screen, he pulled out and I saw

numbers eight and nine give me good, long, slow fucks, the semen continuing

to escape my hole as they pounded.  I'm pretty sure that numbers ten and

eleven were Brad and Phillip respectively, but I wasn't foolish enough to

point that out again.  Starting at number twelve I began to really get into

the fucking and was wailing and moaning and hurling foul language, telling

the guys to fuck me harder, deeper, longer, faster, and even going so far

as to tell them how much I wanted their juice slung up inside me.  I

continued to sit on the couch between Keith and Tim watching the spectacle

unfold before me, my cock rock hard by now and dripping slowly into the

denim of my jeans.  Thirteen through seventeen were guys that I didn't

recognize and they quickly added to the surplus of cum filling my on screen

pussy.  I was beginning to understand why those movies Keith talked about

are called "CreamPies".  A guy couldn't pull out any more without a river

of man-juice flowing out of me.  Number seventeen was Kyle.  I didn't

recognize his cock like I had with the others - I just happened to hear his

name mentioned on the videotape.  I had already sucked Kyle off once that

night but here he was, pounding into me viciously, still angry that I had

sucked his toes and embarrassed him in front of his friends.  I believe

they call what he was doing to me a "grudge fuck".  I glanced down to the

front of my jeans and noticed a wet spot forming near the head where it was

pressed up against the denim and I saw it twitch inside it's prison when

the next guy on the video saddled up to my ass.  It was Kevin.  His large

uncut cock filled me to the balls in one swift motion, filling up the

cavity so that there was no room for the loads previously emptied into me.

The cum came oozing out around his massive prick as he began to thrust in

earnest and I could continue to hear the slutty comments I was making,

encouraging him to empty his nuts into me as well.  Tim was up next -

number nineteen - and had handed the camera to someone else to record as he

got into his fuck.  I could hardly stand this anymore.  It felt like I was

about to cum in my jeans.  How many more people were going to fuck me?

            As it turned out, there was only one more to go - Jesse.  They made

me move off the table and walk around to the couch where he was sitting,

cum-drooze still leaking from my abused cunt.  He was completely naked and

I was positioned so that I was straddling his tree trunk of a pole.  He

didn't move at all, didn't encourage me in any way, but still I lowered

myself onto him and began to move up and down like a whore in a cheap

porno.  A close up of my ass showed me going balls deep on him with each up

and down movement.  Those balls slowly started to draw up, tighter and

tighter, until at last his dick began to seizure in my ass, coating my

insides with his slippery fluids.  As a final indignity, he pushed me off

his cock backwards and I fell to the floor, too exhausted and high to move.

The screen went dark...

            "Get up and stand in the middle of the room!" barked Keith as he

and Tim pushed me to my feet.

            I stood up on shaky legs, my cock still throbbing inside the

stained denim.  He intended to engage me in conversation while the others

sat and watched me struggle with my emotions.

            "So, how did you like your little movie?"

            "I wish you guys hadn't made me do all that stuff..."

            "We didn't force you to do anything.  In fact, by the end you

seemed to enjoy it more than any bitch I've ever been with."  I blushed

hard at the comparison and fought to find a believable reply.

            "I wouldn't have done all those things if you guys hadn't drugged

me."

            "Well, you're not drugged now - no alcohol, no weed, no pills.  How

do you explain that hard prick in your pants?"

            "We just finished watching a fucking sex tape!  How do you expect

me not to be hard?  I bet everyone of you guys is hard too..."

            "I'm not hard," he teased.

            "You've got to be hard.  You've been getting off on this shit all

weekend."

            "I'm telling you, I'm not hard.  Do you want to see for yourself?

Is that it?  Is this some kind of trick so you can get me to take my pants

off?"

            "Of course not..." I stammered.  "I just assumed you'd be hard."

            "Well here, let me settle the question once and for all."  He stood

up and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall into a heap around his bare

feet before stepping out of them.  He was right...his cock was completely

soft.  "There.  Are you satisfied?"  I couldn't stop looking though.  His

cock looked so good hanging there draped over his large over-stuffed nuts.

I heard the snapping of fingers and looked up.  "Earth to Ricky...Earth to

Ricky...are you staring at my penis?"  I looked up, mortified that I had

been caught stealing an extra long look.

            "I was just...surprised that you weren't erect, that's all..."

            "I bet that none of these guys is hard", he taunted me.  "Guys,

show him."

            All around the living room the remaining four guys shucked their

clothing to exposed soft, flaccid dicks.  I was amazed that they could have

been watching the same movie as me and not get hard.  Once again, I caught

myself staring too long; at least this time I stopped before Keith said

anything about it.  My cock flexed involuntarily and I felt more juice slip

out of the head.  I was starting to get really wet.

            "See...nobody's hard but you...why do you think that is?"

            "I don't know..."

            "Don't lie to me.  We've been through too much together this past

weekend for you to start lying to me.  You know exactly why you are hard

and you need to tell us.  Did you think that your little movie was hot?"

            "I told you I don't know...yes...well, maybe...I don't know..." He

was beginning to confuse me.

            "Unzip your fly and pull your dick through.  I want to look at it

while we talk."  Hesitantly, I lowered my zipper and fished for my rock

hard rod and flipped it out into the open.  It bobbed in front of me for a

few seconds and then started to leak in earnest, dripping down at least six

inches before Keith could even ask his next question.

            "Looks like you're more than just a little hot...you look horny as

fuck.  Now, tell me, why is that?"

            "Please don't do this?" I begged him.

            "Don't do what?"

            "Make me say it..."

            "I'm not going to make you say anything you don't want to but,

Ricky, you 'need' to say it.  You need to get this off your chest, don't

you?  This is kind of like therapy.  The hardest things to say are usually

the ones we most need to speak out loud.  I've been with you all weekend.

I know what you need to say and I am just giving you the opportunity to be

honest with yourself...to be honest with all of us.  You aren't really

hiding anything - just look down at your cock..."

            I knew in my heart that what he was saying was the truth, but I

still was not prepared to admit it here - no, not like this.  I stubbornly

dug in my heels and refused to give him the satisfaction.

            "I'm not gay!"

            "I never once said anything about you being gay.  I'm not talking

about some sexual label here...I'm talking about your actions, what you

like to do, what gets you hot.  Fucking Christ, you're making this

difficult - why don't you just tell me about something that gets you all

hot and worked up..." He grinned and propped his feet up on the coffee

table, wiggling his toes in my direction.  My dick leapt in response.

            "Bastard!" I spat out.

            "Yeah, you're right...I am.  But that doesn't get you off the hook.

Tell me something that gets you hot."

            "Keith, I don't want to do this...please just let this dro..." he

cut me off before the end of my sentence, yelling loudly at me.  It made me

jump, slinging precum off the tip of my wet bone onto the floor below.

            "DAMN!!!!  You're aggravating as hell when you're not high!  Tell

me, NOW!!!"

            "Your feet!  OK, satisfied?  I love your feet."

            "That's a good start...gets the ball rolling.  Let's pursue that a

bit longer.  Whose feet in this room do you like the most?  Hold 'em up

guys so he can see..."

            I actually closed my eyes for a second, not wanting to look.  When

I opened them I saw five sets of bare feet, soles up towards me, wagging in

the air.  He had already done this to me once this weekend, making me

choose my favorite feet, but since he knew that it got under my skin I

guess he wanted to watch me squirm again.  My pud hardened even more and

jumped at least two or three inches before spewing out another leaky, slimy

strand of prefuck down to the floor.  I knew the answer to the question

before I even looked at the feet.

            "Tim's are the nicest...I mean, to me."

            "Why?"

            "I don't know - they just are...they're big and strong looking, his

toes are nice, and the smell kind of reminds me of a locker room."

            "Do locker room's excite you?"  My defenses were falling as my

juices kept rising.

            "Yes...they do."

            "Why is that?"

            "They always have..."

            "It's all the naked guys, isn't it?  All that cock swinging

around?"

            At that exact moment, with that exact question, I gave up.  I was

broken - it was over.  My will to struggle with this any further was gone.

I lifted my head and looked at him before speaking in calm, measured

words...

            "Yes, that's the reason."

            "Now we're getting someplace.  So, back to the movie...seeing all

those naked guys was got you hot?"

            "Yes, it got me excited."  My balls began to tighten.

            "Was it just the naked guys or what we were doing to you?"

            "I liked what you were doing to me, too."  I started to feel weak

in the knees - this was all too much for me.

            "I bet seeing all of us here naked is difficult for you, isn't it?"

            "Not difficult, I like it..." My cock bounced with the truthful

admission.

            "You like what?"

            "Seeing you guys naked."  I could feel an orgasm begin to rise from

within me.

            "Would you like for us to do some of the things we did to you last

night?"

            "Yes, I mean, I'm not sure.  You're confusing me!"

            "You're not confused, you're just stubborn.  You won't give in to

what you know you want.  Listen to me and I will make you a deal.  This

could all be over in the next five minutes.  If you want us to, we will all

leave immediately, including me.  I will give you every picture and

videotape we made this weekend for you to keep, burn, bury, jack off to or

whatever you want.  Of course, the downside to that is that we will be out

of your life forever.  Think carefully before you decide...

            Jesus Christ!  What a deal!  I could get rid of all five of them

and be done with this ordeal forever.  But did I really want that?  My mind

went into overdrive, contemplating all the different factors and trying to

sort out what I really wanted to do.  This was impossible.  If I asked them

to stay, then that meant that I didn't mind the way I had been treated - in

fact, it meant that I was asking for more of the same.  On the other hand,

asking them to leave would be closing the door on some exciting new

discoveries that I had make about myself this weekend.  How could I decide?

I couldn't decide.  I stood there frozen in the middle of the room, cock

bobbing and weaving and leaking all over my floor as I tried to come to

terms with my feelings.  Keith could sense my internal struggle and broke

the tension with a new offer...

            "I think that part of the problem is that you just don't want to

say the words out loud - that you don't want to actually have to ask for

it.  So here is what I propose.  If you want us to leave, just stand there

silently with your drippy cock for a few minute - we'll get the hint and

leave.  If you want us to stay and play some more, walk to the bathroom,

clean out that hole of yours the way I taught you, and walk back out here

naked.  That way we'll know without you having to embarrass yourself

anymore."

            I stood there, stupefied, waiting for myself to answer the question

of what I wanted to do.  The longer I stood there, the more nervous I

became.  Finally, I knew that I had waited too long when Keith reached down

to grab his clothes.

            "Wait!" I practically yelled.

            "What?" He lifted his head and his gaze cut right through me.

            I turned and started walking towards the bathroom.

            The walk between the living room and my hall bath had never seemed

so long before.  It was like a journey into an unknown place where I had no

idea what I would find there.  All I knew at the moment was that I needed

to make that journey - to take that risk.  There was time to sort it out

later.  I didn't need to have all the answers right now.  But I finally

admitted to myself what I did need - cock - and there were five of them

right down the hall in my living room.  After cleaning myself and removing

all my clothes, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hall, my hard

prick leading the way to the living room.

            I walked through the room to where Keith was sitting and waited for

instructions.  I had no idea how to proceed with this without his help.  I

passively sat down on the floor near his feet.

            "Would you like to massage my feet for a while?" he asked.

            "Yes, I'd love to."

            "Start calling me 'Sir' again.  I kind of miss it."

            "Yes, Sir."

            For the next hour, I went from man to man indulging my newfound

fetish for men's feet.  I massaged, licked, sucked, and sniffed every toe

and arch in the room.  The guys teased me constantly but somehow it didn't

seem as bad to me as it had a few days earlier.  I saved Tim's for last and

as I was holding and sniffing the right one I felt my need to cum rising.

My cock suddenly and without warning or assistance from my hands blasted

onto his left foot.  I knew I had been close - I had needed to cum ever

since I had returned to the room - but I had no idea that I was about to

sling it all over his foot.  After all the events of the past few days, I

just knew that Keith would be furious at me.  He just laughed...

            "If I had any doubt left in my mind that you were a foot-fag, then

that little performance would have convinced me.  It's just a pity we

didn't have the camera rolling."  He picked up the video camera while I was

still in the after throes of my orgasm.

            "Sir?"

            "Yes, what is it?"

            "Could we do this today...um, without the video camera?"

            He smiled at me - that disarming, shit-eating smile - and lowered

the camera.  "I don't see why not.  After all, it's not every day you admit

to being a slut.  Well, don't let that cum dry on his foot...get down there

and lick it off!"

            When I finished licking the juice off of Tim's foot, I looked up

and saw that there wasn't a soft cock in the room - including mine, which

had just unloaded.  I couldn't believe how horny I felt.  A wave of relief

washed over me.  I was doing this of my own free will, without any

mind-altering substances at all.  This was what I wanted...this was what I

needed!

            Keith was not long after that in asking for a blowjob.  I readily

gobbled down his long, uncut piece and had my nose in his pubes within

seconds.  The other guys gathered around to watch and encourage me.  It

didn't take Keith long to get close but he didn't feel like getting off

that quickly.  I was soon passed over Brad, who wanted me to lick that

"sweet spot" on his dick again until he got really close.  Unlike last

time, however, I was free to use my hands.  It was much easier being able

to hold his prick still while I tongued right under his head where the

folds of skin merge into the flange.  He started to get close and Keith

asked him if he was sure he wanted to cum.

            "I have to Keith - he's just too damn good at this.  By the time we

get around to fucking him I'll be ready again."

            I kept licking and licking until that sweet, thick piece started to

shudder in my hand and spewed chewy dicksnot into my open mouth.  I kept it

open - actually inviting him to unload there as I savored the salty, musky

cream.  He got off a good seven or eight blasts before slumping back into

the comfy sofa and taking a long, relaxing breath.

            "Swallow me..."

            This time I didn't need to be asked twice.  His thick cum-curds

slid nastily down my open gullet and into my waiting stomach.  I was on

fire now and my rod was just as hard as before I had cum.  I needed more.

            Phillip filled me next.  Unlike last time, Phillip wanted a nice,

long leisurely suck.  I had plenty of time to give his prick the attention

that I wanted to - swirling my tongue around the head, up and down the

veiny shaft, and licking at his furry balls.  When he was ready, he placed

my slippery mouth over the tip of his cock and forced my head down on it -

violently.  I relaxed my throat and let him have his way.  He pulled up and

down on my head with an aggression that I had rarely seen in him.  As I

continued to allow this face-fuck, I felt something enter my ass.  It was

Kevin...

            "You know I'm not into getting blowjobs, bitch, and I'm getting

tired of sitting around here waiting."

            His thick uncut pole slid into me slowly but with determination.

Once I had about the first three inches in, I moaned loudly over Phillip's

cock and thrust my hips back onto the invader in my hole.  It slipped in

completely and I felt full again - complete.  He slowly withdrew and

re-entered me for a second thrust.  This time it went quicker and with

considerably less discomfort for me.  On his third push, Phillip unloaded

deep inside my throat with a loud cry...

            "Take it you fucker...take my fucking cum.  Yeah, suck it right

outta my nuts you fucking faggot whore."

            I was surprised that I didn't seem to mind the name calling

anymore.

            Tim quickly replaced Phillip.  His dickhead was more full of cheese

than I had seen it yet.  "This dude must never wash this shit!" I thought

to myself.  He slid the skin back and just asked me to slowly lick it clean

while Kevin was picking up speed in my hole.  I ate every nasty speck of

white that I saw - to his great satisfaction.  When the entire cockhead was

clean, I pushed the shaft down my throat all by myself, without any

prompting or force applied to the back of my head.  It was as if I was

trying to prove to myself that I could do it.  When all nine inches were

inside me, my throat as open as it could go, I started to move up and down

slowly, allowing my muscles to massage his cock on every trip.  He moaned

in absolute bliss at the attention I was giving him.  I got him close to

shooting but he, like Keith, pulled me off.  He snarled at me and said...

            "Get down there and lick my nuts whore.  Get 'em in that talented

mouth of yours, NOW!!!"

            I lowered my head slightly and worked on fulfilling his request.

His hairy balls were slicked back and wet within minutes and I gingerly

used my tongue to probe each one.  Eventually, I worked up the courage to

slip one into my mouth entirely, rolling it around inside and relishing the

happy sounds he was making as the sensations filled his brain.

            Kevin was getting close and pounding me hard now.  His thrusts were

furious and angry - I could feel his heavy balls, which had been slapping

my body over and over for more than fifteen minutes now, begin to draw up.

They rose higher in the sack and, finally, forced him to plunge into me

completely, emptying them of their overflowing semen.  I felt the warmth of

the seed flowing into me and Kevin's after fuck thrusts were amazingly

slippery.  He withdrew from my sloppy hole as I still had one of Tim's nuts

in my mouth.

            Brad, who had recovered quickly from his previous cum, was next.

He placed his rejuvenated cock at the entrance to my cunt and pressed

firmly.  It slid right in, assisted by the fuck juice that Kevin had just

deposited.  I could feel his cock squirming around in the left over spooge.

Since this was his second cum, he took his time, slow fucking me until I

felt like I was going crazy.  I was feeling more and more slutty by the

second.  His fucking felt so damn good - so fucking good!  I needed

something more...

            "Brad, Sir?"

            "Yes, faggot?" he answered between slow thrusts.

            "Could you please fuck me while I'm on my back?"

            "Why?"

            "I want to see you while you're fucking me..." I couldn't believe

those words had just come out of my completely sober mouth.

            "But then I'll have to look at you - no fucking way!"  He shoved

back into me hard, almost as if he was trying to hurt me for having the

gall to ask him such a question.  Keith interrupted...

            "I could always get the video camera back out and hook it up to the

TV.  You'd get to watch it that way..."

            "Yes, Sir, could you do that Sir?"

            He was done in a flash and although Brad refused to fuck me on my

back, he did consent to pulling out long enough to let me move over to the

television.  They moved the coffee table over so that I would have

something to lean on while I got fucked.  My face was less than a yard from

the screen - it took up most of my field of vision.  When Brad re-entered

me, I was able to see it right in front of my eyes - how my hole puckered

up and sucked him right back in.  He took up where he left off and slowly

fucked me until I was backing up on each of his thrusts to get more of him

inside me.  He was driving me insane.  I needed more!  I needed cum!

            Brad didn't disappoint.  It may have taken him a while to shoot his

second load, but when he did it was amazing.  His cock swelled in my ass

and I felt every burst of juice as it exited him and further lubricated my

pussy.  He pulled out and I carefully watched the TV.  His prick pulled out

cum with it, either his or Kevin's, and I watched it slide out of me like

an over-fucked whore.

            Phillip was next up at bat.  He slipped in unimpeded by friction of

any kind due to how slick my ass was becoming and he let out an obvious

moan of pleasure as he sank in balls deep.  His strokes were long and

consistent for about five minutes and then he began to pick up speed until

he was ramming into me with all the force he could muster.  I couldn't help

myself...I had to encourage him.

            "Oh, please, Phillip...give me that cock...give it to me...I

fucking need it so bad.  Fuck that ass - Fuck it!"  My torrent of foul

language continued unabated (to the amusement of all five guys) until I at

last felt him tense up and slow. His prick tensed once...then twice...then

a third time before I felt a new flood of man-spooge filling my insides.  I

groaned a deeply sexual groan as he spilt into me.

            Tim had his rod in me before Phillip could even move out of the

way, his long nine inches scratching me in all the right places and causing

my lust to increase another notch.  He slapped my ass hard a few times and

encouraged me to get involved in my fuck.  By the end, I was fucking myself

on him more than he was fucking me.  He looked up at Keith, who was holding

the camera, and said...

            "I got to hand it to you, Keith.  You sure did turn him into one

hot pussy!"

            "I didn't turn him into anything", replied Keith.  "He was like

this when I met him.  He just needed a little prodding to help him admit

it."

            "Well, He...sure...is...one...good...fuck...nowwwwwww!!!!" he said,

punctuating each word with a hard thrust into me and finishing with

releasing his pent up swimmers inside.  He had pulled almost all the way

out when he started to cum and all but the head of his cock was outside my

body.  I looked at the screen in wonder as the dick twitched and throbbed

with the head imbedded in my hole.  Suddenly, I could see the individual

pulses of juice stretch out his cum-tube as they made their way to be

deposited in my cunt.  He held perfectly still while this amazing sight was

unfolding before pulling out and letting the seed drip from my ass lips.

            "HOLY FUCK!!! That was hot as hell!" cried Kevin, already stroking

another boner.

            "How'd it feel bitch?" asked Tim with a slap to my upturned ass.

            "It felt wonderful, Sir!  I could feel each shot as it came out."

            "Would you like to see it again?" asked Keith.

            "YES!!!"

            Keith switched the camera to play mode instead of record and

rewound the last few seconds.  When he started the playback, he quickly hit

the SLOW button.  There was Tim's cock, plugging my hole with only the

head, when I noticed the slight expansion at the base of his cock.  The

expanded area crept up the shaft of his prick, the bulge moving exquisitely

slow thanks to the playback speed.  The swollen section of the tube reached

the outer rim of my ass and the entire cock twitched as if to propel the

fluid into my guts.  We all watched in amazement as this repeated itself

seven times.  Tim's dick slowly withdrew and I saw all the precious juice

flow out of me to drip off my hanging ball sack.  I nearly shot again

without touching myself.

            Keith switched the camera back to record mode and handed it to Tim.

            "My turn..." he said as he pulled me off the table and I collapsed

in a heap.  He flipped me over in a heartbeat with my back on the floor.

He climbed on top of me, placing one leg over each shoulder while he found

my soggy hole.  I looked up at him and felt, well; I'm not sure what I

felt.  But I did know that I needed him inside me.  I needed him badly.  He

told me to reach back and to grab his cock with my hand...

            "Put me inside you..." If I had not already been broken, this final

act of submission did it.  Grabbing his cock with my hand I guided it

slowly to my slimed up cunt and pushed it into me, moving my hips

simultaneously to accommodate as much of him as I could on that initial

thrust.  He moaned and leered at me.  I knew that everything had changed

now - we could never go back to what we used to have.  I was fully and

completely his and he knew it.

            He avoided any fast motions while he fucked, preferring a nice,

controlled, and easy pace.  This fuck felt like it lasted forever.  I could

still see the TV screen and watched in awe as his cock entered and exited

my body.  Who knew that he could cause me so much pleasure?  I could feel

my cum-need growing again...knew that I was close to shooting.  He seemed

to know it too.

            "Want me to fuck the cum out of you, bitch?" he snarled.

            "Yes, Sir, Keith, please Sir, I need you to do it."  I reached down

to stroke my cock but it was batted away.

            "Oh no, I'm gonna make you cum, not your hand."

            With that, his fucking took on a new mission - to make me sling my

load.  He would punch into me several times in quick succession and then

slow to a snail's pace before ramping up the speed again.  I started to

fuck back on his cock sending more and more of those precious inches inside

of me.  The tension was rising - higher and higher - until finally I could

no longer hold onto my load.  My eyes rolled back in my head, my toes

curled, and my balls rose in their sack.  I was about to cum - with Keith's

dick embedded firmly in my hole.

            "Oh GOD!!! Keith, Sir, you're fucking the cum out of me...it's

splashing all over me.  Shit, I'm getting it in my face!  God, you are so

good...you are so good!!!  Fuck me harder, Sir, Fuck me harder!!!"

            "Yeah, squeal for it bitch, squeal!!!  Gonna fuck you hard and deep

now and unload a big wad of Keith-cum down your twat.  You ready for it,

whore...you ready for it?  OH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!!"

            He screamed loudly as he shot his nut inside my now gaping slit,

his muscles clenching and unclenching in time to his massive orgasm.  He

continued to pound throughout his nut and finally collapsed on top of me a

spent man, his cock still firmly implanted in my pussy.  He eased it in and

out slowly while he waited to come down off his high before finally pulling

out all the way and slapping my entrance with his dick head a few times.

            "WOW!!!  That was fucking amazing!" he said to me, almost a

compliment.

            "It was for me too - thank you, Sir." I responded.

            "Watch the TV, slut", he commanded and I turned to see it.

            He was fingering my sloppy hole now, moving in and out, stretching

the outer ring.  He plunged in deep a few times and then alternated back to

slow.  He made sure that Tim was filming it all and then said...

            "Push..."

            "What, Sir?"

            "I said push...use your muscles and push..."

            I pushed on the finger in my ass and suddenly cum was running

everywhere, all over his finger, down the crack of my ass, and dripping

onto the floor.  He continued to finger me while encouraging me to push,

drawing as much cum as he could onto the floor between my upturned legs.

            "That's fucking nasty", yelled Brad.

            "The hell it is..." replied Kevin.  "It's hot as fuck!!!"

            Keith eventually finished his finger fuck and helped me to my feet.

I noticed that Phillip was already dressed and that Brad and Kevin were not

far behind him.

            "You guys leaving already?" asked Keith.

            "Yeah, we got to get going.  Holiday's over and we got to work

tomorrow.  It was the best Memorial Day I can remember ever having though",

said Kevin as he slipped on his worn sweats.

            "I know, I'd better be getting home too", added Tim who was

shutting down the video camera.  "You guys wore me out this weekend.  Now

that we're all finished I gotta get home and some sleep!"

            We waited a few minutes, allowing the other guys to gather their

clothes and make it to the door.  I got a few good-natured slaps to the ass

and a request from Tim to order pizza more often.  After they had been

ushered out, Keith and I, both still naked, spent a few minutes

straightening up the living room.  I could occasionally feel another drop

of cum slip out of my ass and run down my leg.  The feeling no longer

disgusted me - in fact, it felt kind of hot.  I looked at Keith's naked

form beside me in the living room and felt my cock begin to rise once

again.  He noticed and chuckled but kept any comments to himself.

            Once we had cleaned the room, Keith sat on the couch and lit a

cigarette while opening another beer.

            "Oh, if you want a beer now, you can have one.  I just didn't want

you drinking before we fucked you."  I got up and brought one back.  "Sit

down and rub my feet while I watch some television."

            He picked up the remote and turned on the TV, flipping stations as

I rubbed his feet and massaged his warm, furry calves.  All the while I was

getting more and more turned on again, by the feel of his soft flesh in my

hands.  After a while he became bored and hit the off switch on the remote.

            "OK, Ricky..." His use of my real name actually startled me.  I had

become so used to being called "faggot", "whore", and "cunt" that hearing

my name escape his lips sounded strange to me.  "Here is how this is going

to work.  I am going to stay here indefinitely.  I'm not going to find a

job nor am I going to do much work around here.  You will continue to go to

your job every day and will support us both while we live in this house.  I

could hold all of those pictures and videotapes over your head as insurance

that you'll do as you're told, but I don't think I really need to anymore.

You can have them all back if you want.  The way I see it is that I've got

something you want and you've got something I want.  Why don't we just find

a way for each of us to get what we want?  Huh?  What do you say?"  His

foot playfully found its way to my crotch and got slimed by the strands of

precum I was putting out.  I moaned and looked up to meet his stare.

            "That sounds wonderful, Keith, I mean...Sir.  It would be an honor

to serve you."  I wasn't lying.  He grinned at me and patted my head.

            "What's say you and me go to my new bedroom and fuck?"

            "Yes, Sir!!!"

            He was inside me for most of that night, both of us cumming twice

more before we collapsed on the bed from exhaustion.  Keith had definitely

broken me out of the rut that I had been in.  He had done more than that.

I would never look at myself or any other man in the same way again.  All

thanks to Keith's Visit.

THE END