Unleashed Anger

by Nathan

As I tell my story, I am 21 years old, and a senior in college just a couple of months from graduation. My name is Mark, and I’ve got light brown hair that I keep trimmed, and I’m proud of my hard body chiseled from hours in the gym. I weigh 160 pounds, with a swimmer’s build, and a flat ripped stomach and a true six pack for abs. Sexually, I’ve got a good package and proud to say it. My circumcised cock is a very honest 7 inches, and sometimes a little more if I’m really turned on. I own a big set of nuts that also get noticed. I’ve had a few girls gasp when they first see my package, especially if I’m turned on and my big cock is up and jutting. More than one woman has told me I have the biggest cock they have ever seen on a man, and once a woman has seen it, she wants it inside of her. I used to think I had the biggest cock of anyone, but I don’t think that any more. Still, I’m a hot guy and I’m not embarrassed to say it. I don’t have much body hair, and I trim my pubes and pits, and as for the few hairs on my chest I shave them off. I really don’t like the hairy look, and I thank God I’m not a hairy guy. I actually think guys that are covered with fur look like animals, and it’s hard to imagine a woman would even date them, but apparently, they obviously do. I haven’t got any tattoos, and don’t want any, although admittedly they are popular for a lot of college guys. As for me, I’m proud of smoothness of my body, and girls have always been attracted to me.

Last fall, at the very beginning of my senior year in college, I met an incredible chick named Jesse, and we hit it off and things got serious pretty quickly. She had a really big set of tits, that I loved to fondle, and a hot body that reflected the hundreds of hours she put in as one of our school’s cheerleaders. She was popular and very well known by almost everyone on campus, and I felt very lucky to be dating her. God she was hot, and I loved fucking her more than anything in the world. The more things we did the more fun it was, and the better the sex became. Soon, she was on my mind constantly, and I was contemplating marriage after graduation. We went out, rode bikes, paddled canoes on the weekends, and fucked like rabbits several times a week. But, while I thought she was my best friend in life, and I loved her more than I can describe, in the end our relationship crashed and I never even saw it coming. But it wasn’t her fault, and the truth is that I just really pissed her off, and an angry woman can be a very dangerous one.

As a college man in his last year, I thought my experiences with corporal punishment were all behind me. My dad spanked my brother and I when we messed up as kids, and if our screw-up was big enough then we got hit with the family paddle. The paddle really was a family heirloom of sorts, as it had been made by my great grandfather when my father was a boy. It was solid oak, with hand drilled holes that made a whistle sound when it was swung through the air. It was heavy as hell, and almost ¾ of an inch thick and a little over a foot long, with a long gripping handle that was wrapped in well-worn cow leather. It looked like an antique, and it was. And when it contacted your bottom, it burned like a roaring fire even through a set of jeans and jockey underwear. As a kid, I only got it on the bare once, but on that occasion, it hurt more than anything in the world. But, all that ended pretty much around the age of eight or nine and by the time we were each 10 the spanking sessions ended. After that age, if we screwed up we got grounded, or later, the car keys or our cell phones got taken away for a while.

That was the way my parents disciplined us when we were teenagers, except for one single event when I was sixteen, when I was trying to end my virginity and fuck a girl in the back seat of my mother’s car. It didn’t go well, and I never even actually got her panties off. But, I did get slapped hard across my face, and I hit her back, hard enough to give her a black eye. When she got home she told her dad about what I had tried to do, and how I had hit her, and he told my dad, and that’s when I learned that I wasn’t too old to be paddled. That was the one time I got the family paddle on my bare ass, and then I got a taste of my dad’s belt after the paddle had done its work. The worst part was I was made to remove my pants and underwear and then hang my naked ass over our living room couch, while my mother and brother watched me getting hit with the paddle and then burned with his belt. God. He had me spread my legs, and I was aware that my balls were hanging down and visible as I was getting my ass burned. It was the most humiliating day in my life. My dad always said that serious misbehavior requires serious punishment and on that occasion I learned what that meant. It was a lesson that still is sort of burned into my brain, and I never hit another woman after that no matter what she did to me.

While I didn’t get spanked after that incident in high school, the family paddle was never very far from my mind. For one thing, my brother and I shared a room together, and the paddle was kept hanging from a nail above the desk where we would sit and study. My dad felt it was a good reminder for a boy to stay out of trouble, and if we had a friend over, they would always ask about it, which was pretty damn embarrassing when you are a teenager. But, we weren’t allowed to hide it, because my dad wanted our friends to know that we were expected to behave. The funny thing is when I went off to the university, my dad helped me check into the dorms and get my stuff unpacked. And then he surprised the hell out of me — he had brought the paddle! I started to protest, but he put a nail in the wall and hung it over my college desk, and told me that as long as he was paying for most of my education, then the paddle needed to stay there right in front of me. As he put it: College guys do stupid things, and you can get yourself in a lot of trouble before you even know you are doing it. So, keep an eye on your paddle. As he said that, he pulled a big box of Trojan condoms out of his pocket, and set it on my desk without a word. That was embarrassing as hell, but I didn’t say anything and I didn’t argue, and so that piece of worn wood with the holes my great grandfather had drilled into it was with me as I went through my college years. It’s still with me in fact, and as I’m writing this, I’m looking at it now.

Back when it was used on my bare bottom at 16, I didn’t think anything could be more humiliating or hurt worse that that spanking my dad gave to me. But, it worked for his purpose, and for certain, I never ever considered hitting any female ever again! And of course, never in my wildest dreams did I ever even consider that I would one day receive another corporal punishment session later in life, with the same paddle and a thick leather belt too. No, if you had told me after that spanking from my father that my ass would get spanked with a belt and paddle again at the age of 21, I’d have laughed at you. But, in fact, that’s exactly what just happened to me.

Yeah, I got punished, at 21 for God’s sake, and that’s for sure. And while it wasn’t my dad thrashing my bottom this time, nevertheless it got thrashed thoroughly and completely to a degree I can’t believe just the same. And yes, just like when I was 16, I definitely teared up like an embarrassed teenager, and I certainly learned a valuable lesson. But I wasn’t punished for hitting a woman, or at least not exactly. This time the lesson was different, and what I know for certain is that I’ll never take another chick for granted or treat one as my personal bitch toy ever again. No, I won’t do that as long as I live, and for sure I won’t try to blackmail one either.

Maybe I had it coming? Maybe. My dad would probably think so I suppose. But right now, all I really know is that my ass is still sore as hell, and the deep purple bruises and the raised welts that are still raw and painted across my ass are just now receding. In fact, it still hurts just to sit down. As I write this, my punishment session happened 5 days ago, in my own apartment and by two men I didn’t even know and had never seen before. They taught me that a paddle and a strap can do a lot of damage on a bare bottom, even to a very grown-up man in great shape and at his sexual prime. But the lesson didn’t end there. They also taught me that there are a lot more ways to punish a man that go far beyond giving him a torn-up bottom. And now, as my sore butt slowly heals, it is that other aspect of my punishment session that I can’t get out of my mind. In fact, the humiliation and degradation and the rest of it are hard to comprehend, much less to think about.

I could blame them for what they did to me, but the reality is that it was my girlfriend named Jesse that set me up and made it happen, and while she didn’t do anything physical to me herself, she made sure I was punished well and she did it without mercy. And it all began for me, when I got a little too cocky and a little too bold and thought I knew how to treat women when in reality I had no clue at all what I was doing. The lesson for any guy is that when you make the sex all about you, and not about her, you are going down the wrong path.

Like a lot of stories involving men and women, sex is a big part of this one. For me, my sexual awakening started in high school, about the time I tried to score in the back seat of my mother’s car and gave the girl a black eye. The paddle taught me not to hit girls, but it didn’t stop me from trying to fuck them. I think in that regard I was a typical high school horned up male shooting through puberty and as far as I recall all my guy friends, as well as I, were always chasing pussy. I banged my first chick for real the night of my junior prom, about six months after that bare-assed spanking from my dad, and after that I was spending my weekends going out with different girls, scoring regularly, and getting sucked too, and more often than not burying my cock between the legs of as many girls as I could and as often as I could arrange for it happen.

I probably should add that I was 100% straight, and I hated gay men. Nothing seemed more repulsive to me than some fat guy putting his cock into another man’s hairy hole, and even the idea of two men fucking each other or two men sucking each other was just plain totally disgusting to me. To say I was homophobic was an understatement, and that didn’t mellow as I went through college. But, like a lot of things you think you have figured out, that was another lesson I guess I needed to be taught.

What I know for certain is that by the time I was out of high school and at the university, I was getting laid just about every weekend. Now, every guy has to learn how to fuck, and they also have to learn the right way to treat a woman. Most guys figure it out somehow, and knowing the difference between fucking a twat and making love to the woman who owns it is something every single male on earth needs to know. But it is also something you have to learn. What I do know is that for me, my parents never taught me a thing about sex, and instead I learned my sexual techniques by watching porn. With a computer in my bedroom, I was watching straight porn constantly after about the age of fifteen or sixteen.

I’ve always been especially turned on by videos of strong powerful men using the woman they fucked like slaves, turning them into their own personal bitches. I especially love it when a porn star fucks a chick he is mounting really hard, slamming his hips into her like a jackhammer. If she is resisting the fuck or begging the man to stop it just turns me on more. In porn, it is all a fantasy of course, with the actors and actresses getting paid for their roles, but even so it makes me hard. I also love the scenes where the man is slamming his cock down a hot bitch’s throat, holding her head as he rams his big fat cock in and out of her mouth while her eyes bug out of her head and her face turns red. If she is gagging or struggling, I like it even more. And I especially love watching the scene when a man’s cock begins to spurt, shooting his big load down a women’s throat while her eyes are wide with surprise and her mouth is overflowing with his white jism that is way too copious for her to swallow.

In fact, the more violent and aggressive the man is in how he fucks the chick, the hotter the video is to me. In some of the vids the guy will slap the woman on her ass cheeks as he fucks her, getting her to scream and beg while his hips are moving in a blur, his cock ramming her pussy like a machine. It’s especially sweet if her ass cheeks are simultaneously spanked while he fucks her, emphasizing her subordinate role and the man’s superiority as he mounts her like his personal fuck toy and turns her pussy into a well-fucked gaping bright red hole.

Sometimes the woman in the videos will be fighting, bucking like a wild animal and trying to break free, while the man holds her to the bed, sometimes grasping onto her pony tail while he bangs her from behind. And if the guy goes verbal and talks as he is pounding her, I’ll get so hard just from watching and listening to him that I almost cream my pants. My favorite vids though are always the ones were where a guy is doing the girl face-to-face, staring into her eyes while his hips are slamming his cock in and out of her snatch. These are some of my favorite lines:

Take my cock you bitch!

Swallow my load, NOW!

You know you like it...beg me for it baby! BEG ME FOR IT!

Yeah, take my seed you cunt!

I know, yeah, I know I’m fucked up. And for sure porn is not the way to learn the techniques of how to make love to a woman, but it was my main source of knowledge on what a guy was supposed to do when he was mounting a woman. Without any doubt, as I grew into a man I started to confuse what the porn stars were doing on the screen with what I was doing in the bedroom. I suppose what I really needed was an older brother to set me straight. I had a brother, but he was 3 years younger, and so as it turned out he was coming to me with questions when I should have been going to him for advice. Perhaps if I had had a good friend to teach me what I didn’t know it would have been better, or perhaps if I had had a sister who might have talked with me on proper boyfriend behavior, I might have avoided it all. Maybe if my first girlfriends had been experienced, and could have guided me it would have helped even more.

I somehow missed out on the sex lessons most guys get somewhere, especially the ones that relate to consent, the expectations of behavior, and what is ok and what is not ok. Instead, I was figuring things out on my own and violent straight porn was my teacher. In fact, in my college years up to the present day when I was away at school I watched porn day and night, and as I did, I began to let the fantasy porn that turned me on guide me to the techniques I used when I was in bed with a girl for real.

Of course, in college, there are a lot of hot chicks, and most of them aren’t virgins. They are looking at the hot guys and the hot guys are looking at them. It’s not like high school, where the girls are playing hard to get, and you might date for six months before you get a chick’s panties off. But not in college. In my experience in college most women I have gone out with are inviting me to their dorm room or apartment by the second date, clearly ready to spread their legs and get my cock inside of them. Like most men, one of my favorite things to do sexually is getting my cock between a woman’s lips, and I don’t think I ever dated a girl in college who didn’t go down on me very early in our relationship. I discovered that most girls don’t actually like sucking a guy’s cock, but they pretty much all do it because it turns their boyfriends on and what they really want is for him to get rock hard so he will be ready and capable and eager to fuck them.

And sure enough, I’ve found that most girls do exactly that. They suck you long enough to get you hard, but once you are eager and jutting, they pull you to them and spread their legs, wanting your erect cock inside of them and at that point they are no longer interested in sucking. In fact, it is a very rare woman that will eagerly suck you until you ejaculate. And while I get that from a biological perspective, I do enjoy spurting my seed down a woman’s throat now and then. So sometimes, just as they start to lose interest in the blow job they are giving me, I grab their head and hold it tight, and then I start to pound their throats like you would pound a pussy even if they are trying to push me away. I’ve found if I hold their head tight and ram my rod down their throats as far as I can, it is so hot and so sexy that I will usually reach orgasm and pump out a good load very quickly then, and it’s especially hot when they grunt and gurgle and gasp as their throats are forced to swallow my spunk.

I love watching their expression then, when their eyes are almost bugged out of their heads and their faces are bright red from not being able to breathe. I think it’s hot as shit! Yeah, there is nothing hotter to me than shooting a big load of jism down a hot chick’s unwilling throat! They might be pissed afterwards, but usually after a few minutes they will spread their legs and let you fuck them even so, and I’ve found their anger typically is very short lived and a simple apology usually works most of the time.

I’ve pounded a lot of women. More than a few of them got angry as I was fucking them, yelling at me to slow down, or even stop whatever I was doing. I sometimes listened, but not always. Just like the porn stars I had watched, I found that many of them didn’t really mean what they were saying. When I am slamming my cock hard and fast into a girl’s cunt, and she’s screaming to stop or to slow down, and I don’t, more often than not her eyes soon roll back in her head and her nipples turn to points, just as her pussy starts to quiver and her entire body twitches from an extremely intense and mind-blowing orgasm my huge cock is forcing her to have.

Some women claw my back as I’m penetrating their holes with my 7 inches of man meat. Some struggle, as if they want to push me off of them. Some cry. If I’m spanking their bottoms as I am fucking them, they often jerk and thrash and scream at me, but even so at some point they can’t believe the feeling and about the time I’m jetting my sperm into their pussy they are convulsing in an orgasm like they have never had before. Afterwards sometimes they are mad, but more often than not within a day or two they are inviting me over again for another hot fuck session, literally begging to feel my huge cock penetrating them to their soul.

And so, that’s the kind of sex I was having as I went through my Freshman year, starting at 18 and turning 19 in June just as the school year ended. Then it was home for the summer. At my parents, I worked our farm during the day, and held down a waiter job at night in a little diner in our hick town, trying to save up enough money to pay for another year at the University. Consequently, I didn’t date anyone during the summer months, but as soon as school started up again, I was out chasing campus pussy again with earnest. I completed my Sophomore year at 20, and my Junior year at 21, and as I fucked more and more women, I slowly came to the wrong conclusion that I was some kind of sex stud. But what I didn’t pick up on was that every woman I dated soon dumped me. We would fuck like rabbits for a few weeks, and then they would tell me off, or simply refuse to talk to me, much less go out with me.

They had a term for it, and they called it ghosting. That was typically the way they would break up with you. One night you would be fucking your girlfriend like she was a sex doll, and the next night she would stop all contact, and all without a word or an explanation. I didn’t really spend too much effort trying to figure out the reason, as there were lots of other college girls and they all seemed eager to fuck. So, when I got ghosted, I’d just find another one, but I should have been picking up the clues and changing my behavior. Instead, I was confident, and I thought I knew a lot about fucking and I certainly had no problem finding chicks willing to let me fuck them. In fact, I thought I knew what women wanted when in reality I had no idea.

That all changed when I met Jesse. She was different from the very beginning, and I focused on one girl for the first time in my life. Looking back on that relationship I think she tried to guide me to be the man she wanted, but I missed the clues and treated her as I had treated every other woman I had been with. In short, I used her, and I fucked her like she was a bitch in heat instead of making love to her like she was the most important person in my life. But, she did teach me things. If I pounded her too hard, she would yell at me.

Stop it! You are hurting me!

And I would. If I said vulgar things as I fucked her, she would chastise me later. She made it clear she wasn’t my bitch, and calling her one wasn’t a turn on for her. If I called her vagina a cunt she let me know it was a clear turn off for her. She was a great cock sucking girlfriend, but I only made the mistake of forcing her to swallow my load once, and that was at a campus homecoming party. On that night I held her head and fucked her mouth like it was a pussy, and as soon as I nutted and pulled my cock out of mouth, she was in shock. Her face was beet red, and her eyes were watery. And at that moment I took my phone and used it to take a great pic, catching her anger, and her red eyes, and the big splash of my sperm spread across her face. In the pic her mouth is half open, and a copious amount of my jism is running down her chin. When she saw me take the pic, she hit me, and got up and left my apartment. She told me to erase the pic, and I told her I did, but in reality, it was too hot of an image to just throw away. But, I apologized profusely over the next several days, and while she stayed mad for a while, she ended up reaching out to me before the next weekend and soon we were fucking again.

Things started getting really serious after that. Jesse invited me to have Thanksgiving with her family, so I took her up on it and we drove the six hours to her house for the holiday. I met her parents, chatted a lot with her mom and dad, and also her sisters and younger brother. I guess I passed the family test, because I got invited back and it was clear her parents liked me and I liked them.

In December, over Christmas break, she went home with me. My father and mother liked Jesse right from the beginning, and my dad told me how proud he was for finding such a wonderfully talented woman. He told me she was a keeper and gave me his advice to treat her well and think hard about marriage. And I was doing just that. Jesse hit it off with my younger brother as well. Jeremy was 17 at the time, and he normally is the quiet one, and chatting with girls isn’t his area of expertise. Yet, he seemed comfortable with Jesse. During our family Christmas dinner, and right in front of my everyone, she told him he was cute as hell, and I remember his face flushing bright red as she told him that. My parents laughed, and for some reason that moment sticks in my mind more than some others.

Jesse was majoring in computer science, and she was smart as hell. I knew she was an incredible woman, and soon we were best friends. Once we were back at school, and I was in my final semester at the University, I worked hard to try and make her happy, at least until I fucked it all up with a very stupid idea.

What prompted it all was that Jeremy borrowed our mom’s car in March, when his high school entered their spring break, to stay with me over one weekend. He was a high school senior then, and he had just turned 18 and so was now a legal adult. I loved him dearly, but it seemed odd for him to want to visit me in college, but he had called and said it was really important and of course I said OK. When he arrived, it didn’t take him long to tell me what was bothering him. He confided in me that he thought he might be gay, and was thinking of coming out. He was a shy guy, and talking to people he didn’t know had always been hard for him. He didn’t make a lot of friends, and I’d never seen him with a girl. But him being gay freaked me out, and when he revealed he had never been to bed with a girl, not ever, I didn’t know what to say. He told me he had a guy friend on his soccer team that had sucked his dick twice, and he had returned the favor the last time he was with him. But, other than those two times, he hadn’t done anything else with a guy. But he was thinking of trying anal, and he definitely liked being sucked.

I figured he was confused. He told me he really wasn’t 100% positive yet about his sexual orientation, so I decided a little push in the straight direction wouldn’t hurt anything. But he was only visiting me for the weekend, so I didn’t have much time to find him a hot babe to take his cherry and try and give him a different perspective. When I told Jesse what was going on and my thoughts on the matter, she agreed that a hot girl might be good for him. That’s when I proposed, maybe even begged, for her to come over to my apartment on the following night and take his virginity. At first, she was really against the idea, but she could tell I was begging and really worried about my brother. In the end she reluctantly said OK, but she was definitely not all that keen with it.

Now, my brother is a decent looking guy, and so it wasn’t like I was asking her to fuck some fat harry slob or something. At 18, Jeremy was thin, with the same light brown hair as I have, and he is tall too and there is no fat on him. In some ways he looks younger than 18, but only because of his lanky build and his lack of a lot of body hair. Like me, he inherited a big dick, but his is not as thick as mine and his nuts are much smaller, and more typical of an average guy finishing his run through puberty. But, all that mattered in the end was Jesse didn’t say no, and she was at least somewhat willing to give my brother his first sexual experience. When I told Jeremy about the plan, he was nervous as hell, and couldn’t believe I had set it up. But, even so, he was definitely willing and even eager to try real penetration sex, and now it would be with a girl.

The next night, when Jesse arrived, we all chatted for a few minutes about what was going to happen, and then we all went to my bedroom and everyone got naked. And he definitely was horny, because when she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his underwear my little brother was jutting upward as hard as a steel rod, and grinning. His cock caught me by surprise, as I hadn’t seen his dick since he hit puberty. But he was now a fully grown eighteen-year-old man with an eager throbbing dick. When he saw her big tits his eyes went wide, and he grinned even wider then, and his cock was pulsating to his heartbeat after that. I was grinning too, because it was clear my gay trending brother wasn’t as gay as he thought he might be. And sure enough, the very second Jesse started sucking my brother’s cock, he gasped and ejaculated. I mean he starting pumping out a fountain of sperm in less than thirty seconds. She took it all, and swallowed most of it, and then she laughed. My brother was mortified because he had cum so fast, but she didn’t berate him, and told him that if his cock was that eager for a woman’s lips, then it was time for him to try his first pussy. When she said that, my brother had this shit-eating grin painted on his face, and his eyes seemed locked on Jesse’s big tits. Even though my brother had just spurted, he stayed hard, and he was licking his lips in anticipation, grinning like a young man always grins when he’s looking at his first pussy and knows he’s about to mount it.

I was just watching, occasionally stroking my own dick, but the scene was hot and I was soon rock hard and jutting too. Nobody was looking at me, and I decided to pull out my cell phone and take some hot pics. Soon I was making a video. I didn’t give it much thought, but I should have. God I was horned up! As I shot the vid, Jesse guided my brother to my bed, and pushed him down so he was flat on his back, his eager dick jutting upward and the big purple head of it still slick from his recent ejaculation. And that’s when my girlfriend climbed up on the bed, and on top of him, straddling him. She took her hand and guided my brother’s eighteen-year-old virgin dick between the lips of her pussy, and then slowly, very slowly let her weight move her downward, until my brother was deep inside his first snatch and buried to his balls. He gasped, and said OH...OH GOD. OH GOD. YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD!

I caught it all on video, and it was hot as hell. And then she started to fuck him, riding his stiff cock up and down and up and down. The bed creaked, and my brother stared at the bouncing tits on the woman on top of him, and felt the first pussy of his life. On and on. I was using my phone, making a vid and stroking my own rod while I watched, beating my meat, faster, and faster still. She increased the speed of her fucking, and then my brother started to raise up and down with his hips too, timing things perfectly so his sex rod was moving in and out, balls deep stroke after stroke. This all went on for several minutes, and then I heard Jesse say Keep going stud, keep going! I’m going over the edge, and I want you to cum. Don’t you dare stop!

Jeremy started making gurgling sounds. His eyes rolled back in his head. I was behind them, watching from the edge of the bed, and that’s when I put the phone down, and noticed her pink hole, going up and down as her pussy was being fucked by my brother’s cock. My own cock was oozing copious amounts of precum by then, and the entire end of my dick was slick with oozing spunk. I was so turned on! And then, just before I was about to shoot my own wad from jacking my cock, I just suddenly hopped up on the bed and right behind her back. I wasn’t thinking. I was an animal in lust at that moment, and so I moved up behind her, between my brother’s wide-spread legs. My girlfriend was still going up and down, riding his dick, and facing away from me, so it wasn’t difficult to match her timing. I could see her face in the mirror that hangs over my bed, and her eyes were closed as she enjoyed my brother’s eager dick. I wanted to fuck too! Her pussy was filled with my brother’s rod, but her other hole was pink and puckered and looked so damn inviting. So, without any warning, and without making a sound, as she was coming down on my brother’s rod, I put the slicked-up head of my own dick up against her pink bum hole. And then everything happened simultaneously. My dick popped past her sphincter, and I went balls-deep into her rectum, the tightness of her bum way tighter than anything I had ever felt before.

At the same time, I reached around and grabbed both of her big tits with my hands, gripping her melons and holding onto her as my huge cock penetrated deep into her guts. I had already jacked myself to the edge of an orgasm, and now inside of her as I reached my full 7 inches and felt the warmth of her body and the tightness of her hole it was a sensory overload and I spontaneously started shooting my sperm. I never really fucked her, but I did penetrate her, and I definitely ejaculated my load of spunk deep into her guts.

As I did Jesse and Jeremy both screamed, at the exact same time. She screamed WHAT THE FUCK! though, and Jeremy screamed I’M CUMMING! I didn’t scream, but I held onto her tight, and so my brother and I came at the same instant. Jeremy shot his second wad of the night into the depths of his first pussy, and I filled her bum hole with a ten-day load of my own. I don’t know if she had an orgasm too or not, but I don’t think she did. What I do know is she was really pissed, and she tried to break free of the two of us the very second that I entered her bum hole. But, I wasn’t about to let her go, at least not while our pulsating cocks were filling her guts with sperm. I came and came and came and savored every second. In a way Jeremy conquered his first pussy, and I mounted my first rectum. Yeah, I’m not proud of it now of course. But at that moment, my needs were all that mattered. So, I held her tight and ejaculated for close to thirty seconds, and only then, when I was spent and my brother was spent and our two loads of sperm had been deposited deep inside of her, did I let her go and allow her to break free. And as soon as I did, she was off of my brother’s cock, and mine as well of course. And then she turned around and hit me hard across my left cheek, as hard as she could. And then she did it a second time. And after that she pointed her finger at me and said:

YOU ARE ONE FUCKING ANIMAL MARK! WE ARE DONE! DON’T EVER CALL ME AGAIN! NOT EVER! WE ARE DONE-DONE-DONE-DONE, AND I MEAN IT!

And then she literally leapt off my bed, and she kept cussing and screaming at me the entire time she was throwing on her clothes. I tried to apologize. I tried begging her too, but she was dressed and gone so fast I didn’t have much time to do anything but watch her go. My brother was scared, but I told him it was OK, and that putting up with angry women is part of the package of being a heterosexual man. I assured him it was all my fault, and banging her bum hole without any warning and without her permission was a pretty dumb thing to have done. Of course, that was very obvious to both of us. My brother Jeremy left the next day, and went back home, and two days later he called me up. He was all excited, and said he had gone out with a girl from his school, and they had fucked in the backseat of mom’s car after seeing a movie. All it took was one hot pussy, and after that he was on the prowl.

As for me, I tried contacting Jesse, again and again, but she would not answer me. I wrote her emails, sent her text messages, and left messages on her voice mail, begging her to forgive me. She was clearly ghosting me now. Obviously, she had moved on, and the best girl in my entire life, and the only one I had ever really been close enough to even contemplate marriage, was gone. I missed her more than words can describe!

After a few weeks had passed, I finally accepted the fact that she wasn’t coming back. I didn’t tell my parents, but I knew eventually I’d have to tell them something. I knew I had to move on too, but I didn’t want to. Of course, I had physical needs, and so I finally started once again to try and play the field. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t jack off until I found another babe to fuck. I thought it would be easy, but when I tried calling a few other girls I knew who had been chasing me, they didn’t seem interested any more. None of them. That seemed strange as hell, but something had clearly changed. Slowly, as I reached out to more and more women I had met and knew, I started to figure out that I was on some kind of blacklist or something. Girls who had been my friends weren’t even interested in hanging out any more, much less moving in a sexual direction. Of course, I had pissed off one of the school’s most popular cheerleaders, and one who was also extremely active in the campus sorority scene. Jesse had connections everywhere and she knew a lot of people.

Soon, I was going nuts with lust. To say I was horned up would be an understatement. When you are a 21-year-old guy that has been fucking girls pretty much constantly since high school, and then suddenly the forest has turned into a desert and there isn’t a single prospect to fuck in sight, it eats on you very quickly. I had literally gone from a guy fucking a girl several times a week, to being a 21-year-old man now fucking nothing. Even so, I was determined to keep my vow not to jerk off, but soon all I could think about was my desire to be balls-deep in a hot woman’s pussy again. I needed to do something! I tried going to the student center to find girls, but those I saw were clearly not interested. I tried the bar scene, and joined a health club to try and find a chick, but while they were there and hot as hell, none of them so much as gave me a look. One week became two, then three, and then a month without sex. I was two months from graduation and I didn’t have a single prospect of getting laid that I could see, as far as I looked into the future. I was literally going mad with lust. My cock was hard all the time, and I had blue balls. Literally, my nuts constantly ached for release.

At the same time, my brother kept filling me in on his new-found sexual life, and his new girlfriend, sharing how much fun he was having and thanking me for giving him the courage to meet women. He was literally fucking his brains out now, and when I asked him how often he was doing it, he laughed, and said most days after school, and on weekends sometimes two or even three times on each day. God, I was envious!

As for me, I was just watching porn, dreaming about pussy, and going crazy. The video I had made of Jesse fucking my brother was at the top of my porn list. While I had made it with my phone, the quality was exceptional. I had been standing mostly from behind her, on the floor watching the action on the bed, and the video was pretty much just a video of her riding his cock. You couldn’t see my brother’s face, but you could tell he was a teenager by his thin and pretty much hairless body, and you could tell he was rock hard and his nuts were drawn up tight the way they are on a male about to ejaculate. The creaking bed, and Jesse’s loud moans, and my brother’s young-looking body losing his virginity all clicked together better than any fake porn could. And of course, I could see her pink bum hole just before I had fucked it, and my brother’s balls all tight and eager. The vid was hot as hell, especially when I zoomed in and viewed her pussy from behind, rising up until his hard cock could be seen as stiff as a piece of steel, before it was disappearing in and out of her cunt. But what made the film greater than great was the mirror over his bed, because in the reflection it showed Jesse’s determined face, riding my brother’s cock, her eyes closed and her lips moaning, clearly enjoying every single second he was inside of her. It was a very hot vid, as hot as any porn video I had ever seen in fact. Of course, I had put down the phone before I penetrated her guts, but the last twenty seconds was when I zoomed in on her pink hole, watching it going up and down as she rode my brother’s cock, and probably less than a minute before I inserted by dick into it and all hell broke loose.

Another week of frustration when by, and then another. Then, on a lonely Friday night six weeks to the day I made the vid, I was watching it again and teasing my cock. I wasn’t jacking myself off to orgasm, but I was tempted. I needed to, but I was still determined to find a girl to fuck instead. But, I was edging myself for hours, but even as horny as I was I still wanted to wait for a pussy. Then, suddenly, an idea popped into my head and I knew what I was going to do. Looking back on it, it was a stupid idea, and wrong of course, but I was desperate and needed to fuck and so I did it. I wanted her back, and I was used to getting what I wanted. It only took a couple of minutes to compose the email.

Jesse. It’s been six weeks. I know I was an ass. I’m sorry. Very sorry. We need to talk, and you need to give me a second chance. Invite me over, and let’s have some fun again. Otherwise, I might get mad, and I’d hate to think who I might send these to. I know your friends, and I know you family. I suggest you call me soon. – Mark

I then attached the pic I had taken of her a long time ago, with her bright red-flushed face, and with my big load of sperm painted across it right after I had just ejaculated most of it down her throat. Of course, I also attached the video I had of her and my brother fucking like porn stars. In the vid, there was no way to tell who the guy was, but it was crystal clear who the woman on top was. And then I hit the send button.

She called me the next day. When I recognized her number, my heart was pounding, and as soon as I answered I started to apologize, but she cut me off and said QUIT TALKING AND LISTEN TO ME!

I shut up. I knew I had to let her have her say. I was expecting a long yelling session, but she was very calm and very focused. In a soft, somewhat sexy tone she said: OK Mark. You are right, we do need to talk. But not at my place. If you want to see me again, it has to be at your apartment, and the only day I’m free would be next Saturday evening. I can’t make this weekend work. But even then, I’ll only come see you under one condition.

I replied: Anything Jesse. I’ll do anything to see you again! I miss you so damn much!

Then she said: Fine. Well, then I’ll come over, but when I get there the very first thing I’m going to do to you is tie you to your bed, so you aren’t in control. I mean it. I’m not about to go into your bedroom unless you agree to let me tie you up so you can’t hurt me again. You have overpowered me too many times Mark. Then, and only then, we can talk, and you can say whatever you want to say then and I’ll listen to your every word. And I for sure have some things to say to you. After we have our talk, and understand each other, then, I might allow things to get sexual. Right now, I don’t want to get together again, but maybe you can convince me. For sure, I need to know a lot more about you before I’d consider taking you back. So, no promises. But, right now I’ll give you a warning you need to think about. Saturday night might not go the way you want. You really pissed me off. You are a great guy, really great in fact. But in the bedroom, you turn into a monster and treat me like your personal bitch. You told me you haven’t had a lot of girlfriends, so maybe it’s just inexperience. But, I don’t like being treated like a paid whore. So, it’s up to you if you want me to come.

Without any hesitation I told her I’d be ready to see her next Saturday, and so we set the time for six o’clock. The last thing she said was: Don’t eat anything before I get there. After we talk, we can figure out if dinner will be on the agenda. I’ve been on a protein diet since we broke up, and it has improved my outlook. You might like it, and it’s energizing, but it takes some getting used to. Until next Saturday then...

I was so damn happy after she hung up! Was she going to give me another chance? It sounded hopeful. In hindsight of course, I should have taken her warning and stayed at home, and if I had done that, I would have avoided a lot of misery. But, I wasn’t that smart.

The week went by slowly for me, but eventually Saturday came. I took a long shower, did a close shave, and added some old spice cologne because Jesse had once told me she liked the smell. I trimmed my pubic hair and shaved my balls, and I put on my hottest pair of bright red jockey underwear made by the Diesel clothing company, along with my favorite pair of skin-tight jeans, which accentuated my bulge and always caught women’s attention. With the hot jeans and my thick leather rodeo belt with hand-made engravings, I liked my outfit. That part was easy, but I couldn’t decide on the shirt. I thought a muscle shirt might excite her, but then thought better of it. In the end I went with light blue dress shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned, but I tucked it in. I figured I needed to look my best, and I hoped she would like my outfit. I spent several days before cleaning my apartment, making sure it was spotless. I put clean sheets on the bed, mopped all the floors, shampooed the carpet, and double checked that everything was in its place. I ate a bowl of cereal with a banana for breakfast, and skipped lunch, and as the time for her arrival neared I was hungry as hell and eager to eat something with some protein in it. I had a good steak restaurant in mind, and I had made a reservation for 830pm, just in case.

Finally, the moment came, and then right on time, she was there, ringing my doorbell. God! I was so excited! But as soon as she came through the door and I started talking she cut me off, and said I don’t want to talk until you are tied to your bed. That was the deal, so that’s first.

She looked magnificent. Her hair shined, and her green eyes were almost glowing. I could smell her perfume as she came inside, and she was wearing skin-tight jeans, and nothing but a halter top. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra! God. She obviously wanted to get my attention! I opened the door to the apartment, and as she entered, carrying a duffle bag, she walked right into my bedroom, took a quick glance around, and then set down on the edge of my bed, where we had fucked so many times before. Then she started to open up her duffle bag she was carrying. I was following her like a puppy, my heart beating wildly, wanting to start begging her for a second chance. But she was focused on restraining me before she would even say hello. She pulled out two black leather cuffs, with large silver buckles on them. The struck me as something someone might purchase at a sex shop or online somewhere. They looked brand new. She handed me one, and said: Here, put this on one of your wrists.

If felt weird as hell, but I did it, and when I had the buckle on she checked it, pulled it another notch tighter, and then took a very tiny padlock from the duffle bag and slipped it through a small hole in the buckle, so that the buckle was locked in place. As she did that I said: Hey, I’m not fighting you Jesse. You don’t need to lock the cuffs on babe. I won’t take them off until you say it’s OK. In fact, you don’t need to tie me up. I won’t touch you unless you let me.

For an answer all she said was: I’m going to put the keys on your nightstand here, so when the time comes to take them off you can remove the cuffs yourself. But, I’m not taking any chances with you right now. After what you did to me, I’m not taking any chances at all in fact. Here, put on the other one.

Once the two black leather cuffs had been secured to my wrists and locked in place, then she said: OK, now get up on your bed, and lay down on you back. You can leave your shirt on, or off, but if you want to take it off later, I’m not going to untie your hands to let you to do it then. So, it’s up to you to decide now. On or off?

I had no idea what her plan was, and she wasn’t giving me any hints. But I knew from the months we had been together that she didn’t like a man that wore his socks to bed, and she definitely liked fucking best when both of us were totally naked. So, I figured, if we were going to make up, and possible have some hot sex later in the night, then I had a better shot of things going sexual if I took it off. Besides, I’ve got muscles, and a flat stomach, and if my naked top had a half chance of exciting her, then it was the way to go.

After I tossed my shirt over the chair at my desk, she pointed at the center of my bed and patted the mattress. As she did, she said, OK, get in position.

I didn’t argue. I climbed up where she wanted me. A few seconds later I was flat on my back, still wearing my pants, but facing up at the ceiling and with my head and shoulders propped up with two pillows, so I was facing her. She pulled a metal rod out of her bag, and it had holes down one side and a spring button. It was made out of two pieces, one inside the other, so the length of it could be easily adjusted. Like the cuffs, it struck me as something from a sex shop. She held the button down on the rod, and pulled on the ends, and it grew in length. The rod had three metal rings as attachment points. I had seen one like it in a porn video, and in that vid, it was used as a leg spreader. There was one ring on each end, and a third ring in the center, where the button was. She grabbed my right wrist, and then took out a weird looking padlock out of her bag. It had a tiny LED light, and it was blinking green. As I watched she padlocked the ring on my right cuff to a ring on one end of the rod, and when she closed the lock the LED changed and started blinking red. Then, she took my other wrist, and another identical padlock and did it again. I didn’t fight her, but once that was done my two wrists were literally padlocked to the metal rod, and she pushed the adjustment button down on the bar and stretched it wider, until my arms were stretched as wide as they could go.

She glanced at her watch, and then she took out two little metal round bells, like hikers clip on their backpacks when going through bear country. She slipped one on each of the two rings where the padlocks were locked, and if I wiggled my hands they jingled like a Christmas song. What the fuck?

The metal bar, with my two wrists locked to it, was sitting across my thighs at that point, in front of me. Next, with a sly smile she reached back into her duffle bag and pulled out a piece of half inch rope, and looped it over the middle ring on the rod. Once she had that done, she pulled the rope taut and looped it over the top bar of my bed’s metal headboard. I hadn’t ever given my bed much of a thought, but the headboard was made of metal bars, and it occurred to me it was ideal for playing a sex bondage game. Things were quickly getting a little kinky, and my mind was clearly on sex. What she was doing was hot in a way, and I was having kinky sex thoughts as she was restraining me. Once the rope was pulled tight, my arms were fully extended, stretched wide, and my wrists were literally padlocked to the rod, which was now secured to the bed frame. My arms were up in the air then, above my head, and secured in place with the rope. My sweaty armpits were visible. My heart started beating faster– I had never been tied up, but I was thinking except for the restraints I was pretty much in the same position my 18-year-old brother had been when Jesse had ridden his cock and fucked it with her pussy until she turned him into a man. If she pulled down my pants and climbed on top of me, there would be nothing I would be able to do to stop her. Of course, I didn’t want to stop her. Instead, I was just hooping things were going in that direction.

I got the nerve up and tried to talk again: Can I talk to you now babe? Please. I want to apologize!

She replied: No, not yet Mark. I’m not ready to listen to your begging. Not just yet. But soon. Very soon.

As she said that, she climbed up on top of be, between my legs, and unbuckled my belt and then unsnapped my jeans. As she was doing that she said: I don’t think you will be needing your pants for a while, so we might as well get them off.

I smiled. Grinned even. And for sure I didn’t argue! My dick started to grow, and my heart started beating a hell of a lot faster. Sex was clearly on the agenda now! She pulled off my jeans, but left my bright red diesel underwear on. Once my jeans were off, then she reached into her duffle bag and pulled out two six-foot lengths of the same half-inch rope, and made a loop at the end of each one. Then she slipped the loops over my ankles, and then pulled the ropes tight. She tied them around the two bedposts at the other end of the bed, spreading my legs wide. I was pretty much totally helpless at that point.

She got up and left my bedroom, and I heard water running in the kitchen. When she came back, she had a glass of water in her hand left hand, and was holding two blue pills in her right. Then she said: Take these. You need to swallow them.

I shook my head and answered: Jesse, you know I don’t do drugs. I’m not taking any pills, especially something unknown.

She scowled, and said: Listen stupid. Each pill is 50mg of Sildenafil. It’s just Viagra. You know, the little blue sex pill. I stole these from my father, and tonight if you want to have sex, then you will take these now. Because if we are going to turn this little get together into a sexual evening, then I don’t want you wimping out on me. And to make sure you can perform like I want you to, then I want you hard, very hard. From what I’ve been told, 100 mg of Sildenafil ought to give you a pretty solid boner, and it will make certain you stay hard for a while. So, I’m not asking. I’m telling you. If you want sex tonight, then swallow the fucking things, right NOW.

I didn’t argue. I swallowed the two sex pills and drank the water she offered as she held the glass for me. Hell, if I could get my girlfriend back, I’d do just about anything. And if Jesse wanted me to fuck her all night long, then I was up for taking any medication if it would make the sex better and enhance my sexual ability. That said, I had never had any erection issues, and I was so horned up at the moment that getting a boner and keeping it up wasn’t going to be a problem. Hell, I hadn’t shot a load since I last saw her, and that was now 7 weeks ago.

After I had gulped down the two pills, she reached back into her bag and pulled out a round red ball, that was attached to a harness, and as she did, she said: This is a ball gag, and I’m going to put it in your mouth for a few minutes. I don’t want you talking yet, and this will make sure you won’t. I’ll take it out pretty soon, I promise. But I’ve got a few things to do first, and then we will have our serious conversation. In the meantime, I want you to stay totally quiet and not bother me.

I started to protest, and promised not to talk, but she held it up against my lips, and as I tried to explain it wasn’t necessary, she shoved it into my mouth. There was a strap that went around my head, holding it in place, and it was big enough that there wasn’t much I could do once it was filling my mouth. It made me want to gag, but it had a hole in the middle, so I could breathe through it. But talking was totally impossible.

Jesse stopped, and then said: Quit fighting me. Inviting me over was your idea. I told you, I’ve got some things to do, and I just need to you lay quietly on your back and rest while I do them. For one thing, you need to give the pills a little time to start working.

The next thing she did as I watched her was she pulled a pink leather blindfold out of her bag, and put it around my head, cutting off my vision, and at that point my world went dark. After that she seemed to get busy, but I couldn’t figure out what she was doing. Right away I heard her punching on my computer’s keyboard, and of course I had given her my password a long time ago, when she was helping me set up my machine and getting my router and modem working together. As I lay on my back tied spread eagle to my own bed, I tried to guess what she was doing on my computer. I did have some porn on it, but not much, and I mostly just used it for school papers and stuff. Sometimes I would hear her leave the room, and then come back a few minutes later.

Nothing happened for about 15 minutes, and maybe a little longer. At some point I started to feel my dick stiffening up. That was odd, because I wasn’t doing anything and nothing was stimulating me. But, nevertheless I was getting boned, really boned, and I could feel my dick growing and it was soon sticking up like a tent pole, jutting upward in my red jockey underwear. I tried to think of something non-sexual, but it just seemed to grow even harder by the minute no matter what I was thinking about.

Suddenly, she was back on the bed, and without any warning she jerked the blindfold up exposing my eyes. I blinked, and I was staring at my phone, and the facial recognition software immediately unlocked it. FUCK– JESSE HAD TRICKED ME TO UNLOCK MY PHONE!

I started to struggle. This wasn’t good, not at all, and I had a lot of very personal information in my phone, including hundreds of chick pics and stored text messages going back several years! Now she had it all! She had totally tricked me! I knew if she looked she would become very pissed, and I was right and it didn’t take very long for it to happen either.

And sure enough, a few minutes later Jesse said in a very pissed off voice: Damn Mark. Fuck you! You told me you hadn’t fucked many girls. What a fucking lie! It looks like you’ve created a photo album of every girl you’ve ever dated on your phone. Damn. Are you kidding me? You even have a photo album titled Fucked Bitches. I’m in there! Shit, it’s filled with women, and it goes back years. There are almost 60 women in here! God, have you fucked that many? You are one messed up pervert Mark. God damn! You’ve got hundreds of private messages you’ve sent to hundreds of chicks. Oh, WAIT! OH GOD. Damn. I’m looking at my folder, and the video you took of me with your brother. What the fuck! You have a lot of pics of me in here you never showed me. How did you take these? I had no idea you were taking pics behind my back! I’m naked! What the fuck man? That’s messed up Mark!

I was trying to talk, but with the ball gag stuffed in my mouth it was impossible. I shook my head, and jerked against the restraints. As I struggled, the two bells attached to my wrists jingled. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. She didn’t care. But as she continued to look at my phone, the truth was I knew that the more she looked, the more she would discover. And there was no way to stop her.

She didn’t say anything else for at least 15 minutes. Finally, Jesse said: You should be ashamed of yourself Mark! God. Apparently, you like taking secret porn pics and vids of the girls you date! That’s sick as shit! And your little notes you put under each of your contacts is very revealing. By the way, who is Kathy Winters?

Of course, with the ball gag in my mouth, I couldn’t answer. But that didn’t matter of course and she clearly wasn’t really expecting an answer.

Jesse then said: Well, she must be special. For her you wrote: Hot babe! Loves her clit licked– then fucked hard.

She continued: Oh, how about this one for some chick named Linda. You wrote Great cock rider, squeals like a pig when doing her doggy. Fuck you Mark! GOD. OH...I’m looking at her pic. Damn Mark, Linda is a friend of mine!

Then she said: OK. Never mind. I’m just confirming what I suspected. You are one very fucked up guy. Well, time to delete some stuff. Permanently. It’s going to take me a few minutes but I’m doing you a favor. After I copy all this shit to the SSD drive I brought, then I’m going to be freeing up some memory for you, and getting rid of all this shit at the same time. It’s going to take me a few minutes longer than I expected, but when I’m done you aren’t going to own a single pic of me. Or any other girl for that matter. Not on your phone, or your computer, or in the cloud. And, you can quit shaking your head and mumbling in your gag and shaking so hard you sound like a bell ringing choir boy. Just be still, and lay there quietly while I clean out your cloud storage and get this shit off your phone. When I’m done, most of your contact list is going to be missing. As for your photo album, it’s getting a major purge. If they aren’t pics of your family, then they are getting deleted.

I felt sick. My phone was like a window into my soul, and knowing what she was seeing was beyond humiliating. I lay there in my bed, blindfolded, and scared shitless at whatever she was looking at. She was so damn quite too! In fact, she didn’t say anything else for a long time. I could tell she was at my desk, typing furiously on my keyboard, and I knew I was totally fucked. Jesse was smart as shit, working on a computer science degree, and there was no doubt in my mind that she was doing what she said, wiping a lot of shit I had saved and collected off of my computer and phone and from the cloud. But she said she was making a copy, which meant of course she would have the phone number and email of every single person on earth that I knew. Clearly, things weren’t going the way I had wanted them to.

Finally, after 30 minutes or more had gone by, she said: Well, you had your passwords locked down, but not encrypted, so it wasn’t that hard to get into it. As I’m sure you know, you have a lot of pictures in your hidden partition on your hard drive, and of course that’s where you hid the image of my face covered in your sperm and your cock up against my cheek. I’m sure you know the pic I’m talking; about. It’s the one you promised you had deleted, and then later you used it to blackmail me. Well, it’s been deleted now.

I felt sick. She was learning a lot about me that I didn’t want her to know, and I knew as she was discovering things the chances we would start dating again were getting slimmer and slimmer by the second. Eventually, I felt her hop up on the bed, and then she said: Your cock looks like you are excited about something. It’s tenting up your undershorts like a piece of steel. Apparently, you are pretty horned up, or the blue pills are working. It’s probably a little of both I guess. Whatever, that cock of yours looks pretty desperate to get out of those tight underpants. Well, ok. I guess we are ready for our talk, and it is past time to get it started. Right now, it’s coming up on exactly 7pm, and I’m running a little behind. But I’m going to remove your blindfold, and after I explain a few rules for our conversation, then I’m going to remove the gag. But let’s start with the blindfold.

As she lifted up the blindfold she was right in front of me, her knees bent under her, and her legs spread so she was straddling me. The distance between my cock which was tenting up my underwear and her pussy was less than a foot. She was wearing nothing but my favorite pair of her shear pink panties now! Otherwise, she was completely naked, and her perfect tits were exposed and my eyes automatically went to them. Oh GOD. I sure hadn’t expected that!

Then, as I stared at her, I noticed she was holding a pair of scissors. As I watched she reached down and cut the fabric of my undershorts up the right leg to the waistband. And then she did the other side, cutting from the opening in the leg to the top of the waistband. My freed boner jumped upward like a huge quivering phallus, finally out of the confinement of my favorite diesel jockey shorts. She had cut them off of me!

Then she pulled them from under me, and tossed them along with the scissors into her duffle bag, as if she wanted them for a souvenir. I was now totally naked, and as hard as I had ever been in my entire life. It was then I noticed the cameras. She had apparently set them up while I couldn’t see. There were three cameras in my bedroom now, all mounted on tripods, and facing me. One was off to the left side of the bed, another to the right, and the third was at the foot of the bed, and clearly aimed directly at me. As I noticed them, and their blinking red lights, Jesse started to talk again.

Ok Mark, I’ve got to say you’ve got a very nice cock. Yes, it does look like those little blue pills have given you a raging boner. I’ve seen your dick get hard a lot of times of course, but maybe not quite THIS HARD. But, even so, I think we should get our conversation going, so let me explain a few things, and after that I’ll take the gag out of your mouth and you can say anything you want to me. Anything at all, and I promise I will listen and consider every single word you say.

I was staring at her as she was talking, and as she noted, I was really erect, and as I stared at her pink panties and her bare tits my cock was bouncing to my heartbeat. God, I wanted to feel her pussy again! Right then, at that moment I wanted to fuck it more than I ever wanted anything in the entire world.

Jesse said: The cameras are tied into your wifi, and are transmitting images that are being recorded to my server. The images are private, and encrypted, and will stay that way, but they are my insurance that you will never try and blackmail me again. But nobody is going to see anything they record unless you fuck with me. So, I’m going to remove your gag, and I’m going to listen. You have exactly 15 minutes, max, to say whatever you want. If you can’t say it in 15 minutes, then it can’t be worth saying. So, go ahead.

As she said that, she reached around to the clasp behind my head, and pulled the ball gag out of my mouth. I swallowed the drool, and then I started begging.

As I started to talk, she crossed her arms and just looked at me, with zero expression. She was just listening, but saying nothing at all. I begged her to give me another chance, and I told her how sorry I was. I apologized for bringing my brother into it, and I tried to explain how horned up I had been, and how I just lost control of myself when I did her from behind. I apologized for hurting her, and I told her it had not been my intention, and I begged her to believe me. I told her how hot she was, how much I missed her, and I exposed my soul to her. Finally, I ended it with this:

Jesse, please, for God’s sake forgive me! I know I don’t deserve it, but I do love you babe. I miss you. I need you. I’m super sorry I was an ass. I should have treated you better, and I will if you will just give me another chance. God. Please! You don’t know this, but I was going to ask you to marry me as soon as school ended. I want you to be my wife. You are my soul mate baby, and my cock belongs inside of you. Only you. Oh Jesse, look at me! I’m rock hard just staring at your beautiful tits and those pink panties you know I love so much. God, I want to fuck you right now. I really do. I want you to marry me and have my babies!

I waited for a response, and she did reply. But all she said was: Are you done talking? If you are done, then I’m going to put the gag back in, and then you are going to listen to me.

I stared at her. My eyes were glassed. I wasn’t reaching her. But I nodded, and then I said: I love you Jesse. I do. Please babe, please take me back!

She replied: Ok. Are you finally done now?

I tried on last thing: Jesse, I made a dinner reservation tonight at 730p, at our favorite steak place. I want to take you to dinner, and we can talk a lot more then. I haven’t eaten all day, so I’m starving. Please babe, let’s do dinner and talk.

She stared at me for at least 30 seconds, not moving, just staring and taking in my last statement. She didn’t give me an answer, or say another word, but she reached into her duffle bag, and pulled out something that looked like an orthodontist might have. It was all metal, with some ratchets on the side, and as I looked at it she said: This gag isn’t a ball gag, but it will keep you from talking just the same. It’s called a ratchet mouth gag, and it doesn’t need straps. It fits behind your teeth, and when I squeeze the sides it locks open, and after that you can’t close your mouth. It’s very useful when you want someone to shut the fuck up. And right now, I’ve heard all from you I want to hear, and I listened carefully. Now, it’s my turn to talk, so I don’t want you to interrupt me.

Then, she put the thing up to my mouth, and said: Open wide Mark. Once this is installed, you won’t be able to talk. And once it’s in, then I’ll share my feelings. You shared yours, and I understand them. Now you need to hear mine, and understand my perspective.

I didn’t see it as a choice, and I needed to hear whatever she was going to say. So, I opened my mouth, and she slipped in the two little bars of metal, and they were bent so that the bottom piece rested on my bottom two teeth, and the upper piece curved upward in the middle and was under my top teeth. Then, she pressed the two sides of the ratchet gag, and with a clicking sound my mouth was forced wide open. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it didn’t exactly hurt. But I started drooling a few minutes later. If I leaned forward my saliva started drooling out my mouth, and if I tilted my head back at all it ran to the back of my throat. I found swallowing more difficult with my mouth stuck open, but it was possible. But with the metal gag holding my jaw spread wide open, I couldn’t even mumble.

She smiled. Then she said: Ok Mark, you look ridiculous by the way. But it’s my turn now. First, I am not going to have dinner with you. Period. And you won’t be eating a steak tonight either, but since you say you are starving, I might let you drink a protein shake a little later. But for now, you just need to listen carefully. When I agreed to come over tonight I wasn’t sure what you would say, or what you even could say. But since you were blackmailing me, I came. I knew if I was going to give you another chance, I had to know more about you, and what kind of a guy you really are. So, that’s why I had to get into your computer, and go through your phone. And what I have discovered is that you are one very sadistic creep. Contrary to what you told me about yourself, the truth is that you have fucked a damn lot of women, and from what I can tell from your web history you watch some very weird porn links. Do you really think you have the right to make a woman into a bitch sex object just for your sexual pleasure? You just wasted the last 12 minutes telling me how sorry you are for treating me like a bitch. No, you are not sorry. That’s just what you do. You don’t know how to make love. What you do know how to do is force your cock into a woman’s mouth or pussy or ass until you get your little orgasm. And once you pump out your wad, you are done. I don’t think you give a shit about the women you screw. As for me, and your stupid apology, you didn’t apologize for any specific acts. Sure, you said you were sorry. But NOT what you were sorry for.

You didn’t say you were sorry for raping me in my rectum. You didn’t say you were sorry for grabbing my head and repeatedly ramming your cock down my throat as I fought to stop you, or using your dick like a weapon to ram my tonsils as fast as you could until you shot your sperm down my throat and forced me to swallow your gross wad of snot. And you especially didn’t apologize for taking the pic of me with your spunk all over my face, and then lying about erasing it when you kept it instead. And you didn’t talk about the blackmail at all, much less apologize for doing that. Don’t you think that was wrong? What the fuck kind of a man are you? I guess you just didn’t want to admit to all of that with cameras recording everything. Is that it? And then, at the end, you proposed to me? Do you really think I’m going to want to marry a creep like you? Are you shitting me? You certainly picked a very strange way to ask a woman to marry her. Just to be clear, the answer is a big NO. No, I will NOT marry you. And NO, I will not see you again. No, I will not go have a steak with you. God you are one dense selfish bastard! Now, do you understand me?

I nodded. Suddenly, I realized I was in a very vulnerable position.

Then she said: Take a good look at my tits Mark. Feast your eyes on them.

As she said that, she reached and grabbed her two melons, and lifted them up and then pulled them side to side, teasing me. Then, she let them go, and reached down into the duffle bag and pulled out her halter top, and then as she waved it in front of me she grinned. As I watched, she slowly put it on, covering up her boobs, and when she did she said: Well, that’s the last time you will ever see them in your lifetime. I told you the night you raped my rectum we were done. Done-done-done I said. Well, you didn’t listen. So, listen now. We are DONE. And if you so much as dare to try to contact me again, I’ll be sending a lot of pictures, and copies of a lot of your files and text messages to the world. I’ll start with your parents, family, and friends, and after that I might turn you into a campus porn star. As for me, I will email you a few pics from your adventure you are in for tonight no later than Monday afternoon, but maybe even tomorrow. I just want you to know that I have them. But nobody will ever see them unless you mess with me. Do you understand what I just said?

I nodded. Oh, I understood perfectly now.

Then Jesse got off the bed, and slipped on her jeans, and tennis shoes. Then she said: OK. Let me explain what’s going to happen. I’m sure you remember the story you told me, about how your dad had to blister your naked bottom when you were 16. You told me you were trying to bang a chick in your mom’s car, and when it didn’t work out she hit you and you hit her back. And, when your father found out he paddled you. Well, maybe you don’t hit women any more, but you turn them into sex bitches instead. I wonder what your dad would think if he knew what I know? Or what you and your brother pulled off together? I’m sure he wouldn’t be pleased, would he? WOULD HE?

She wanted an answer. I couldn’t say a word, but I moved my head back and forth, agreeing with her. Of course, my father would be more than disappointed. He would probably disown me if he knew what I had been doing, and probably tare the skin off my brother’s bottom with the paddle before he took his phone and car keys and grounded him forever.

As I thought of my paddle Jesse continued to talk: I’ve decided you need to be punished, to be taught a lesson for your misbehavior. You were too old to be paddled at 16, but your dad did it anyway. And you are certainly too old to be paddled at 21, but I’m going to see to it that it happens even so. If you look, your family paddle is hanging around the bedpost near your right wrist, along with your thick leather belt you were using to hold your jeans up earlier tonight. And just like you got it at 16, you will be getting it again, tonight, and on the bare. But this time your spanking is going to continue until your ass is totally shredded. I honestly hope it’s so torn up you can’t sit down for a week.

What? She was going to paddle me? I looked to the right bedpost, and my family paddle was hanging there just like she said! She had taken if from over my desk! And my belt too! She was serious!!! What the fuck? I tested my bonds, and as I did it rattled the restraint bar, and the two bells starting jingling again, going ding-ding-ding. But escape was impossible, and I was totally at her mercy. God, I felt so stupid!

Then she said: First, I need to change your position, to get you ready for your punishment session. Once I’ve done that, I’ll give you the details on how I’m going to do it.

My mind was racing. Of course, getting spanked by Jesse wasn’t going to be fun, but I didn’t figure she could swing the board all that hard, in spite of what she was saying. I expected it would hurt, but I’d be OK. Still, I felt like an idiot for agreeing to be tied up and letting her put me in this position so she could spank me like a misbehaved schoolboy.

As I was having those thoughts she went to the foot of the bed, and untied the two ropes that were pulling my ankles out to the sides. She pulled the loose ends of the ropes up that were still looped around my two ankles and moved them to the two bedposts at the head of my bed, instead of the foot where they had been. Then she pulled them, one at a time, so hard that my ankles were lifted up, and then up some more, and soon I was almost folded in half. When she was done, my feet were both back with my ears, but tied off to the sides, so my legs were spread wide, but I was now on my back with my two feet over my head and my hands and my feet were all in a way secured to the headboard of the bed. She climbed up on the bed then, and grabbed one of the extra pillows and lifted my legs until she could wedge the pillow under my ass, propping it up above the mattress. At that point, I was propped up with my legs in the air. My cock, balls, and hole were all raised up on the pillow, and nothing was left to imagination, or hidden from the camera pointed at me. I struggled to get loose, but it was just a wasted effort of course. Even so, she grinned when I struggled, and she could tell she was getting to me.

Folded in half like I was, my bottom was totally exposed now, and I figured the next thing would be the spanking. It seemed an odd position. When I was last hit at 16 I was bent over our living room couch, with my mom and brother watching. Now I was on my back in my bed, with my feet pulled up and spread wide so my bottom was exposed in a different way, but still totally exposed and totally vulnerable just the same. But, one thing was different. Before, when I had been over the couch, my sac of nuts had hung down, my two fat balls swinging between my legs, but out of the way and on the other side of my bottom and protected from the paddle. In this position, in contrast, my balls were also exposed, but this time my scrotum was right next to and just above my exposed hole, and if she started to paddle my bottom it would be difficult to miss my nuts. It was not a good feeling! And, if she did accidentally hit my balls with the paddle or my belt, they might even rupture. She might be mad, but not that mad. Or, was she?

My heart was pounding in my chest. I was terrified.

But, as it turned out, she didn’t pick up the paddle and start to blister my bottom. Instead, once she was satisfied with my position, she got off the bed, and went to adjust one of the cameras. What the hell was she doing? Then, satisfied, she crossed her arms and stared at me, and then she said: I’m not going to be the one doing your punishment. No, I don’t like hitting anyone, and besides, a spanking by itself would be inadequate punishment for what you have done to me and the rest of your girlfriends. The big problem was that I had to figure out how to really adequately punish a man who turns his girlfriends into sex bitches, and lies to them in order to get into their panties. I knew a real ass-thrashing needed to be a part of it, but it wouldn’t be enough. So, I decided the best way to teach you a lesson you would never forget, was to let somebody do to you what you like to do to others. And so, I’ve pimped you out.

Pimped me out? What the fuck was she talking about? My eyes went wide, and I was staring at her. I was even more confused now, and she was suddenly scaring the shit out of me but in a totally new way.

Then, she laughed, and said: Yes, Mark, it turns out gay men will pay a lot of money to fuck a straight boy, especially if he’s 21 and even more so if he’s a gay virgin. You are worth a lot. The fact your mouth has never sucked a cock, and your ass has never swallowed a dick in your entire life, makes you a very valuable man in the gay circuit. And I found the perfect man for you. You may not like him though. He’s in his late 60’s, with a fat hairy belly, and a big bushy beard. He’s mostly bald, and is covered in tattoos. He says he’s bi, and about all I know about him is that he has money, owns a tattoo shop, and says he’s disease free. The important part for me is that he is willing to pay serious money if he can have you for the night, as long as he can bring his son along too. I’m sure you can relate to him wanting to help out a younger man who wants to have his first fuck. You helped your brother, Jeremy, when he was 18 and used me to take his cherry. Well, this man is helping his son, Toby, in a somewhat similar way. So, I liked this guy the best of all that answered my ad, and a two-cock deal for you seemed to me to be a better punishment than one guy and one dick alone. As best I can figure it, apparently his son is gay, and is celebrating his 19th birthday today. So, his nice bi Daddy bought him a virgin bitch to play with, however he wants, and as long as he wants, and you of course are the boy’s birthday bitch.

GOD! SHE WAS TOTALLY SERIOUS. I started going crazy, and was jerking and thrashing and pulling desperately on my restraints then, but the ropes were tied well, and the padlocks were locked tight and the cuffs were locked in place and I was getting nowhere. I was totally fucked. I screamed and screamed and jerked the ropes and rattled the metal bar with the padlocks and jingled the little bells even so.

Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding

She just laughed.

After several minutes I stopped struggling, as it wasn’t accomplishing anything and I was only working up a sweat. I felt defeated, and scared. Then, while I was staring at her, Jesse reached in her duffle bag and lifted out a big bottle of sex lube. It was labeled GUN OIL ANAL and when I saw it my eyes about popped out of my head. What the fuck was it for? And, as to answer my question, I watched as she squirted some of it right on my cock. She took her fist and grabbed my rod, and worked the lube up and down my shaft until my entire pole glistened in the light. It felt so fucking good! As she was pumping my cock and working the lube into my shaft she said: The lady at the sex shop said this is the best lube they own. It will keep things moving for hours, and it doesn’t evaporate. It’s a little messy, but it’s their number one lube for anal play.

She let go of my cock then, probably about 30 seconds before I would have otherwise ejaculated. It occurred to me it would be the last time in my life that Jesse would ever touch my pole. God. Of course, my cock was harder than hard now. Then she put the nipple of the lube bottle right into the entrance to my rectum, and squeezed the bottle hard, squirting the lube right into the depths of my hole. She squirted my ass full of the lube, and I screamed, and struggled, but it went inside of me anyway. When she was done with the lube, she left it on the night stand by the bed, clearly ready to be used by anyone if it was needed. The last thing she did was reach into the duffle and pull out a small little donut made of clear silicon, with about a one-inch hole in the middle. She held it up to my face, so I could get a good look at it.

Then, she started talking, and as she did she stretched it wide, really wide, and slipped it over my boner, and then also over my big set of nuts. When she let it go it tightened back up to its original size, and squeezed my entire package as it did so.

She said: I bought this at the sex shop. It’s a cock ring, and apparently it helps guys stay super hard once they have an erection. It’s designed to help trap the blood in your cock, and make any sex better. The sales lady said a lot of older men use them, and I figured if it helps keep you hard tonight, then it was worth buying. And right now, I’d say you are extremely hard, and I want you to stay that way. So, I hope you enjoy it.

I recognized the cock ring from the porn movies I had watch, and it had an immediate effect on me. My cock stiffened even more, and in less than a minute it was so hard that the veins were bulging and were now visible like never before. They seemed to pulsate as they crisscrossed the surface of my distended cock! But it was the way the big mushroom head of my cock turned purple that caught my attention, and it was so fat now it was literally pulsating with every heartbeat along with all the visible veins. A drool or precum started oozing out of the end of my shaft. She was getting me hard and eager before I was going to be fucked by two men! NO! GOD. NO! I started trying to scream at her, but I could only make sounds. Words were impossible!

URGHG UGGG OOOO OOOU ANT OOOO IS OOOO EEEE

Jesse laughed, and then looked me right in the eyes. She reached into her duffle bag and pulled out a small iPad, and then she turned it around so I could see the screen. It was showing a live camera feed of me, and the current image was from the camera at the base of the bed, pointed at the bed with the entire bed filling the screen and me trussed out and tied to it. There were three camera buttons at the top of the screen, appropriately labeled CAM1, CAM2, and CAM3.

As she showed it to me she said: You do look eager Mark. Your hole is dripping lube, and your hard cock is slick and it is glistening in the light. I’m sure your trimmed pubes and shaved balls will be a hit with the guys that rented you. The three cameras are all controllable. If I touch a spot on the screen, the camera will center on that spot. Watch, and I’ll show you. If I click on your asshole, see how the camera centers it? Now, if I hit the zoom button, I can zoom right in. As you can see, the 4K resolution is pretty amazing. See? I’ll zoom in all the way. Yeah, you’ve got to admit it’s an impressive camera! That’s at max zoom now. If you look you can see the entrance to your bowels is now filling the entire screen, and the image is so crisp it is possible to count the individual hairs that ring your hole. Isn’t that amazing?

ESSEEEE OOU EED HOOOO OOOP OW! LEEESE!

She laughed at my attempt to beg. Then she said: Yeah, I’m going to be watching everything, and making a video of everything that happens to you tonight. If you piss me off ever again, or even try to contact me, I’ll be able to turn you into a gay porn star. Now, I am going to be leaving in a few minutes, and you will be spending the rest of the evening with the guy that bought you for the night and his 19-year-old teenage boy. As I said, I’ll be watching from home, and while you are playing bitch to two men, I plan to drink a bottle of expensive champagne, and play with my clit while I watch the action. I’m in the mood to be fucked, and it was a possibility when I came tonight, until I went through your shit and really figured you out. But, I bought a toy for me at the sex shop just in case, when I bought this stuff for you. So instead of your cock in my pussy, I’m looking forward to trying it out instead. I’d rather get fucked by a toy, than ever let your dick near me again. I’m just letting you know, because when you are the one being fucked I’ll be watching, and using the rubber cock toy to get myself off as I do. The guy that is renting you told me he has a bi side, and that side of his brain likes virgins and especially straight boys. Everyone has a fetish. You have yours, and he has his. He’s paying me well for a sex bitch, so be a good one. Do what he says. If you give him any problems, I’ve told him the only limit for tonight is that he can’t kill you. But other than that, he can do anything he wants if you fight him. Anything. There is NO safe word. This is not a game. I mean it! He can use any hole he wants, as much as he wants, and however he wants.

I was getting really scared now, and this was real and she was definitely excited to be telling me what was about to happen. Of course, she knew she was getting to me, but that was clearly intentional.

She grinned really wide then, and continued: Oh, by the way, he asked if he could tattoo you, and I told him I don’t give a shit. In fact, I told him if you misbehave then he can ink you up all he wants for all I care. From my perspective if you end up with a little free ink work, then all the better. Besides, it might even help you remember your punishment and the reason you deserved it. In that case, I’m all for it.

I screamed and jerked my restraints so hard that the entire bed rattled. There is no way I was going to let anyone give me a tattoo. God. I had to break free! I HAD TO!

She could see my fear, and she laughed again then. As she did she said: Don’t worry too much about ending up with a few tats Mark. As long as you are a good bitch, he won’t have any reason to start drawing on you. But, I wouldn’t piss him off. Oh, one more thing. I guess I should mention that when I was going through the prospects and looking at all the people wanting to rent you, I had a lot of choices on who to pick. I set one of my criteria to be cock size, so each potential client had to send me a picture of their cock next to a ruler. I know you and I measured your dick a few months ago. Remember? It was 7 inches to be exact. Yes, you have an impressive dick, and it might even be bigger right now with the sex pills and cock ring doing their jobs. Yeah, I’ve never seen your dick as big as it is at this moment, and with so many pronounced veins, and I can see it’s throbbing. One thing I can say I learned from you is that a big cock can feel great when used with care. But I also learned that it makes a formidable weapon when a guy uses it like a jackhammer. So, I decided to look for men with at least the same sized cock as you carry between your legs, so you too could feel what being impaled by a big rod feels like. And without any doubt, the guy I selected definitely measures up. Here’s his dick pic, along with his son’s.

She moved her fingers on her iPad, and then turned it around again and showed me the screen for a second time. This time I was looking at two images, one above the other. Each was a picture of an erect penis, taken from above. They seemed to be resting on a table top, with a yellow tape measure next to each of them. Both cocks were huge. Really huge. The top cock measured exactly 10 inches in length, and was extremely fat. The end was circumcised, and the pubic hair was thick, curly, and grey. A guy’s fat stomach was also visible in the pic, and it was covered in hair too. In the picture directly beneath it, was another cock, only slightly smaller than the first one. It was 9 inches against the ruler, and it too was thick. The pubic hair on that one had been shaved off, and the skin above it was as smooth as a woman’s cheek. The guy that owned the second dick had a flat smooth stomach, and was obviously much younger and in great shape. There was a foreskin on that one, but the fat mushroom head was sticking out of it.

I was shaking my head back and forth. This was crazy! My nightmare was getting worse by the second. I was screaming at her through the open mouth gag, and fighting my restraints so hard the entire bed was shaking. She had obviously been working on this since I blackmailed her. God, I felt so damn stupid!

DING-DING-DING went the bells, as I jerked against the padlocks and jingled the bells attached there. I desperately tried to pull my wrists out of the cuffs one more time. Even though I knew it was useless, I couldn’t help myself from trying to break free, and as I struggled and fought the restraints, my face was flushed red with a mixture of anger and sweat from trying so hard.

Jesse said: Hey, don’t give yourself a heart attack Mark. You can’t escape. I would suggest you just relax and go with the flow. You’ve banged a lot of girls, and had your fun at their expense for a lot of years. You make a hobby out of turning women into bitches and hurting them with your big cock. Well, you are going to be the sex bitch tonight, and your legs are spread and your hole is open and it’s full of lube. They say what goes around comes around. Well, this is your night. Mentally, you may not want this. But you deserve it. For sure you do, and your mouth is wide open, and it’s clearly ready for a dick, even if you maybe are not. No matter what, tonight will eventually end. But after your evening of gay sex play, then you can look forward to the real ash thrashing you deserve. You see, the deal I made is that I will give the man with the money 50% of his rental payment back, if he takes a specific close up face picture I want, allows me to have my cameras running, and he and his son use the paddle and belt to deliver to you an extremely harsh session of corporal punishment after they are done having their fun. I’ve instructed them to use your paddle and belt to take the skin off your bare ass. As you can probably guess, the guy who rented you agreed immediately and jumped on the deal to save $500.

I tried again to get free.

DING-DING-DING-DING-DING

FUCK! There was nothing I could do! Nothing but just wait for it all to happen!

Then she smiled, seeing the real fear in my eyes now, after which she continued: I have just a few final things to say and then I’m leaving. Once they grow tired of using you, and you are full of their sperm, and after they have shredded your ass, I’ve instructed them to leave you tied and spread-eagled, facing the camera you are looking at now. After that then they can walk out of your apartment, and lock the door behind them. Once they are done, you will be all alone, and I’m going to let you sit there all tied up with your ass on fire, so you can reflect on what you did to deserve your punishment and stare into the cameras that will be staring at you. At some point I promise I will remotely unlock your two padlocks and you will be free at that point.

If something fails, the locks are designed to automatically unlock 12 hours after they are closed. I closed the locks at 615pm, so at 615am they will both unlock no matter what, even if the internet goes down or the power fails. When the locks open you will be able to get free. The tiny padlock keys to your cuffs are on your nightstand, and you will need to unlock them to get the leather cuffs off of your wrists. After that I don’t care what you do. I will kill the camera feed as soon as I see you are free. Now, as for the cameras themselves, I paid some good money for them, so I want you to drop them in the box by your front door, and take them to the post office and mail them back to me not later than Monday afternoon. They are pre-addressed and pre-paid and the shipping label is attached. As for the sex toys and restraints and the big bottle of anal lube, you can keep them for sex games if you want, or throw them in the dumpster.

Then, she picked up her cell phone, and punched in a number, and I heard a FaceTime ringing sound. Who the hell was she calling? It was answered by someone, and he had a deep voice that I didn’t recognize. She had the phone speaker turned up, so I could hear everything, and he said: Hey, damn! I was afraid you had changed your mind! I was getting a little worried. Is he ready? Toby is eager, and I’m ready to wire the money, once I’ve seen the merchandise. But I was expecting your call about 15 minutes ago.

Jessie was holding her phone up vertically, pointing the camera end at me, and then she spoke to whoever was talking: Sorry about the delay. Some of the stuff I needed to do took a little longer than I expected. Don’t worry. Here, let me flip the camera around so you can see what you are renting. OK, there he is. He’s 100% straight, mad as hell, but he’s not going anywhere. His virgin hole is already lubed up for your boy, and he’s wearing a ratchet mouth gag, so as you can see his wide-open mouth is ready for a cock, even if he is not. I give you my 100% guarantee he’s a total virgin as far as anything gay is concerned. He’s never done anything sexual with a man, so tonight is going to be a new experience for him. I’m sure his hole will be extremely tight.

The deep voice then said: Ummmm. Yeah, he looks really fucking hot. Nice. Very nice! OK. Yeah, I’m happy. He’s a good looking 21-year-old, just like you said. Toby is going to be very happy too. I’m super excited I can do this for my 19-year-old! Ok, just give me a second here, and I will wire you the 1000 dollars. I will make sure we follow your directions, and take that pic you want, and I’ll personally make certain before we leave that we will tear up his bottom with the paddle and rip it to shreds with his belt. From what you said about the way he treats women, I’ll actually enjoy doing it for you. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my end of the bargain, and I trust you will follow through with the $500 return once this is all done. With the refund, this works out to 100 bucks an hour, and for a young virgin stud like him I know that’s a bargain. I appreciate you setting this up.

I was watching Jesse, and she stared at the screen and at the man who was wiring her the money. After a few minutes, I heard a loud ding from her iPad. After that she said: OK, the transfer went fine, and I just received your money. I’m texting his address to you right now. Just don’t show up before 830pm. As a reminder, your money buys you 5 full hours to do whatever you want, without any limits at all. And that five hours begins exactly at 830pm and ends exactly at 130am. You can use the bitch any way you want until then, and do the punishment after that if you want. Once you are done, you can stay and have a few drinks if you want too. There is beer and soda in the frig, a couple of pizzas in the freezer, and I put a small birthday cake in there for Toby. But, no matter what, you two need to be out of his apartment not later than 3am. Have fun, and I hope your son has a very happy 19th birthday!

She hung up the call a minute or so later, and then she turned back to me and said: They will be here in about 40 minutes, right at 830pm. Like it or not, you will have to start entertaining them at 830p instead of showing up at the restaurant you made a reservation for. I’m sorry you will miss you steak dinner, but you will still get your protein. In fact, my guess is by the time they feed you a few loads of warm sperm, you won’t be all that hungry. Just remember, your main job tonight is to satisfy his son and let him do whatever he wants to your body. I know you are pissed about this. But you need to realize that you did this to yourself. You deserve the punishment you are about to get, you really do. Hopefully, you will learn from it. No matter what you think, I do admit I did enjoy the good times with you before you went too far. It’s just a shame you aren’t the man I thought you were. Even so, I really do wish you well, and I mean it. But I am done with you. And I mean that too! So, goodbye Mark. Goodbye.

And then Jesse turned around, picked up her duffle bag and walked out of my bedroom, and out of my life, and as I heard the apartment door close I knew she was gone for good.

At 830pm exactly, I heard my apartment door open, and then close, and then the two men she had pimped me out to walked into my bedroom. As soon as I looked at them I started to struggle, trying to beg them to let me go. Of course, with my mouth forced wide open, all I could do was make sounds, and speaking was impossible. The older one grinned, and the young man next to him was grinning even more! The nineteen-year-old licked his lips, and said: God. Thanks dad! He’s even hotter than you said he was! Oh, I love the way she’s positioned him, all ready to be fucked.

The older man said: I like the way he’s thrashing about. It seems funny, doesn’t it? He’s red in the face trying to talk, jerking against the restraints, and struggling to break free and escape. And at the same time his fuck hole is dripping lube and wide open, almost like it’s begging to be fucked.

As he said the last word, the big man peeled off his shirt, revealing a fat beer belly covered in thick black and grey hair, and two fat nipples that were ringed with more hair. He had a full beard, but it wasn’t bushy. He was in his 60s and he was covered in tattoos from his neck down, and he struck me as a biker type. He was the last person on earth I wanted leering at me, but he was definitely doing that, and he licked his lips too then, as he stared at my naked body. Then he said: Well Toby. Let’s get undressed. He’s your bitch, so which hole do you want?

They weren’t wasting any time!

They stripped side-by-side and in less than 60 seconds they were both naked. The fat man’s cock was jutting upward, the big fat purple end of it already eager and ready to fuck. The younger nineteen-year-old was still mostly soft, and he looked nervous as hell. He for certain wasn’t hard enough to fuck anything, but he was staring at my lubricated hole with lust in his eyes. He was also gripping his cock in his right fist, and he pumped it, trying to get it up. As he was jerking his soft cock, he turned his head towards his dad and said: Well, I think I want to take his cherry at the same time I am losing mine. So, I guess I want his boi-pussy.

My eyes were staring wide, and I locked eyes with the teen. His body was thin, and unlike his dad, he had shaved every strand of pubic hair so his cock was growing out of a bald mound. His chest and legs and balls were equally smooth too, and even though he was nineteen he was working hard to look younger. That said, he was muscled, and looked like a sex machine, a perfect young man with a hot body and in his sexual prime. From my perspective, he could have had any girl on the planet, if he had been into girls. His two nipples were pierced. He had another piercing through his nose, and an earring in his right ear. He clearly worked out, and he had a prominent six pack and a flat belly, with big biceps that could only come from hours of weight lifting. Without any question he was a stud in his own right, and right now, as he looked at me he had lust in his eyes and he was desperately trying to get an erection. I knew right then that if he boned up, he was going to fuck me, and there was nothing in the world that I could do to stop it from happening.

They both came to the bed then, and the dad said, Well Toby, just put your rod in his mouth first, and work it for a few minutes and that ought to get you hard. Once you are ready, then you can pull out of his mouth and go for his ass. When you do, I’ll take your place and finish fucking his mouth while you fuck his hole. You can take his cherry and lose your own while you are doing so. That’s hot as hell, so let’s make it happen!

Ding Ding Ding went the two bells attached to my wrists, and I jerked on the restraints and tried once again to get myself free. I didn’t want to be fucked by a guy!

The man then looked at me and said: Bitch, quit fighting and jingling your stupid bells. I mean it. Your job is to get ready for your first cock. Toby came out last month and told me he was gay, and so I’ve set this up as a birthday present and you will be his first fuck. I guess you will both being losing your virginity in a way, which is what I wanted and why I’ve paid so much for you. I don’t give a shit if you like it or not. I don’t even care if you cum tonight. What I do give a shit about is that you do your part so Toby gets off and empties his nuts until he can’t do it any more. Right now, his balls are full of sperm, but by the time we leave tomorrow morning they are going to be empty. Very empty. I bought you for his birthday, so don’t fight it too hard. Your only job tonight is to satisfy my son and to take his sperm loads. I’m bi, and I plan to get my money’s worth as well, but this is all for Toby.

Then, as the man finished talking to me, Toby was suddenly on my bed, and then seconds later he was straddling me, and the next thing I knew he was holding onto my head, keeping me looking straight forward. His dick was THERE, right in front of my face! It had stiffened some, but he still wasn’t really hard. But, he took his right hand and moved it towards my mouth even so. NO! I knew Jesse was watching it all, probably rubbing her clit at this very moment. God, I wanted to break loose and get off my bed! But I was helpless, and so instead I stared and watched as he slowly moved forward until his dick and my mouth merged and he slid inside. As the end of his dick entered between my spread open teeth, he just pushed it into me, all the way in. Then he started moving his hips, in and out, and his cock was sliding in and out as it slid along my tongue. I couldn’t swallow, or close my lips, or do anything at all. His dick smelled horrible, and it was disgusting as hell and tasted like piss. I tried to turn my head but he was gripping it with both hands and I was totally helpless. In and out. In and out, and as he was doing that I could tell that his cock was growing. At some point, I started to taste his precum then, and it was salty and thick, like snot. After a couple more minutes of thrusting, he finally got hard enough that I began to feel the fat knob of his dick hitting the back of my throat with every thrust, and that’s when I started to gag. I was having trouble breathing after that, and my eyes started to bulge. Right before I threw up he pulled his stiff dick out, which was now jutting upward like an iron rod, as hard as any man can be, and exactly like a straight guy’s dick gets hard just before he mounts his very first pussy.

His dad slapped him on his butt, and said: That’s it son! You are doing great, and now, take that hard cock of yours and fuck your first hole!

The boy grinned, and knelt down on the mattress directly in front of me, and with encouragement from his dad he took the bottle of anal lube from the nightstand, and squirted it into the palm of his hand. He gave his dick a few pumps with his oil slicked fist, and then he put the fat end of it up against the entrance to my bowels. With the oil covering his shaft, it was glistening in the light of the room, and the fat end of it was oozing precum. Of course, my hole was already full of lube, because Jesse had squirted it into my guts to get me ready for this very moment. Even so, while my hole was ready, I certainly wasn’t! God, I didn’t want his dick in my ass!

My legs were still tied by the ankles to the headboard, so I was bent in half, with my head facing him and my feet up and tied to the bedpost. In that position, my feet were wide apart and my hole was wide open, and there was nothing between his cock and my hole but the ring of hair that surrounded it. I tried once again to jerk free, but all it did was ring the bells on my wrists. As I was doing that, he pushed forward with his hips, and I screamed with an open mouth I could not close as I felt that teenager’s rod going deeper than deep, all the way in until his balls were up against my ass in a single thrust. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, and it felt like a bulldozer had been driven up my hole. It hurt like hell, but the nineteen-year-old fucking me didn’t give a damn. I felt like a whore, and I stared upward at Toby’s face, and watched as he moaned and his lips parted and the tip of his tongue became visible. I saw a flash of movement behind him, and when I looked towards it I noticed the camera lens, rotating clockwise as it zoomed in on what was happening and obviously capturing my expression as my hole swallowed its first cock. Jesse was watching it all, and I figured she was probably pounding her pussy with her new sex toy while Toby was doing it to me with his fat 9-inch dick.

Even so, there was nothing I could do about that, and the next thing I knew his dad was on the bed too, and he stepped right in front of his son, so he was in front of Toby’s body while the boy was fucking me. He was standing, with his legs spread, and he took his right fist and guided his own fat cock right into my mouth, still held wide open by the ratchet gag. I had not expected him to do that! He had a huge cock, really huge, bigger than his son’s, and he just slowly pushed it into my mouth until it bottomed at the back of my throat. Then he pushed it even more, and it somehow went deeper, and then down my gullet until I almost vomited. Then, it was in and out, with a cock going down my throat and another one ramming my ass. Two cocks, in and out. I grunted and jerked and thrashed and tried to bite down, but no matter what I did I couldn’t stop the onslaught I was suffering through. I was being spit roasted like some porn star! I started to lose my sense of reality, and I was on the verge of feinting. At some point the memories of various girlfriends started whirling in my mind, how they had begged and fought as I had pounded them one after the other in a similar fashion. I was on the verge of passing out, and I lost track of everything. My head was spinning, and then suddenly I felt an exposition of warm snot shooting down my gullet. The big hairy brute of a man was ejaculating!

I pulled against my restraints and gagged and then gagged some more. He didn’t care. All he cared about at that moment was his cock and his balls and the orgasm he was having. I swallowed his spunk and breathed it too. I didn’t have a choice. It was blasting into my mouth and throat under pressure, and some of it even sprayed out of my nose. It was way more than I was prepared to deal with, and for a moment there was nothing in my life but his huge load of spunk and my throat. He seemed to spurt like a firehose, and as he was doing it I heard Toby’s voice and the teen was screaming: Oh dad, I’m gonna shoot. I’m...I’m shooting NOW!

And so, as it happened, at the same time his dad’s copious load was blasting down my gullet and filling my stomach with his warm seed, his son’s load of virgin cream was simultaneously dumping into my ass. I could feel it too then, jetting inside of me, spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt, and as it did Toby was grunting it out and his entire body was in a spasm. It lasted at least 30 seconds, but seemed like an eternity. The dad’s big nuts went empty first, and he pulled his huge rod out of my mouth, and stepped to the side, so I was now once again staring at Toby with his dad’s sperm running down my chin. The young man’s eyes were still rolled back in his head as he savored his orgasm, going from boy to man as he filled me with his seed.

Then he too was done. When the teenager pulled out his cock from my ass I felt a flood of sperm pouring out of my hole, soaking the pillow that was shoved under my bottom. It was not a good feeling. I had been thoroughly fucked by two men!

The next thing that happened was the old man unlocked the ratchets on the gag in my mouth, and after that I could finally close my aching jaw. He removed the gag, and I swallowed, still tasting the fat man’s spunk, but at least I could shut my mouth again and feel somewhat human. As soon as the gag was out, he pushed his dick up against my face, and Toby snapped a pic with his phone, of his father’s big dick against my cheek and his sperm dripping down my chin.

Then, the fat man with the hairy belly said to me: Smile bitch. You just sucked off your first cock, so look like you enjoyed it.

I wasn’t about to smile. I started to tell him that, but he cut me off and added: If you don’t smile, Toby’s is going to kick you in the balls until you do. He’s on his school’s soccer team, and he knows how to kick balls. You have 10 seconds to smile, or start getting your fat nuts bashed to mush. It’s your choice. Toby can turn you into a eunuch, or you can start smiling. So, what’s it gonna be bitch?

I smiled. I also grinned when I was told to grin, and did it again and again, for one picture after another. All the while I was smiling and grinning with sperm on my face, Toby was taking a bunch of pics with his phone. And as he was doing it I knew Jesse had told them to take them. Of course, I had blackmailed her with a similar image just a week ago.

After they took the pics, they disappeared into my kitchen, and left me there still tied to my bed. I moved my jaw, and tried to get the feeling back from my mouth being forced open for so long. One of them went into my bathroom, and I heard him pissing into the toilet. I heard my refrigerator open, and that’s when Toby discovered Jesse’s birthday cake. There was a lot of laughing and talking, and they were in there for a while. I smelled pizza drifting in from the kitchen, so they were taking a break from sex. Toby came back to the bedroom, and the nineteen-year-old was drinking a beer. He was also grinning like a guy always grins when that moment comes in his life when he knows he’s become a man. The father was following him and grinning too, and he nodded towards me, and said: Well son, let’s get him into a different position, and then we can go for round two. You ready to cum again?

ROUND TWO? Oh God. There was no way I could do this for five hours. I looked at the clock over my desk, and it was 930pm. The first fuck session had lasted just 20 minutes, and even with their beers and pizza and a birthday cake break they had only been here for one full hour.

Toby laughed, and his dad asked him: So, you popped your cherry in his hole. Where do you want to cum next?

The nineteen-year-old answered: Well, I’d like to get a real blowjob. Not the kind where I just ram my cock in his mouth, but instead I want a long one, where he really concentrates and sucks me right and I don’t have to do any of the work. I want him licking every inch of my dick like a good bitch should. I want to just stand up and hold onto the top rail of his bed’s headboard, starting with my dick resting on his tongue, and then I want him to suck me like my dick is the most important dick on the planet earth. I don’t want him hurrying, or jacking my cock. I just want a very hot very long blowjob. Yeah, a two-hour blow job wouldn’t be too long. I don’t want to cum fast again, because I want to savor it this time. I just want to be edged, and feel his tongue licking every inch of my cock. At some point, when I can’t stand it any longer, then I want the bitch to make me cum and then swallow every single drop of my seed when I start pumping it out. And I want him to keep sucking, even after he’s swallowed my load. Yeah, I want him to keep sucking my dick until my dick goes totally soft. As long as I’m hard, no matter if I come twice, or three times, or it goes all night, he needs to keep right on sucking until I’m totally soft and I can’t keep it up any more.

His dad was grinning, and said: Well, hell, where did you come up with that son? You’ve been thinking about this obviously for a while. But, hell, it sounds hot as shit, so let’s make that happen birthday boy!

God. I wasn’t about to suck his dick, or any dick, for two hours. In fact, I was determined I wasn’t going to suck his dick at all. My mind started racing, and I was trying to think of some way to end this nightmare. As I was running through things I might say to get them to leave me alone, they came to the bed then, and untied the rope holding my ankles to the headboard, freeing my legs. It was a tremendous relief, and was a lot more comfortable than being bent in half, but I wasn’t sure how long they would let me stay this way. For one thing, there was no way they could fuck me again in the new position. The next thing they did was to reposition the restraint bar where my hands were cuffed, pulling it up as high as it would go, until I was sitting straight up, against the metal headboard, my hands now stretched out about even with the top of my head. Then, they tied my ankles back to the bed posts, but this time at the foot of my bed, so I was sitting straight up now, with my legs straight out in front of me for once, but still spread apart.

It was a much more comfortable position. Toby was grinning then, and he started to climb up on the bed, obviously planning to put his dick into my mouth expecting me to start sucking him off. Well, I had figured out what to say that might get this to end. In a loud and demanding voice, I said: You guys need to let me go! Right now! Toby, I swear to God if you are stupid enough to put your dick in my mouth, I’ll bite the fucking thing off. I mean it! I’m not going to suck you. Not now, and for sure not for hours. What you guys are doing is illegal as hell, and if the police get involved you are both in deep shit. But, if you let me go, this instant, I won’t say anything to anyone. But if you don’t, when I do get free I’ll go to the police and have both of you two arrested. I mean it!

Toby stopped, not sure what to do. But, he didn’t stop pumping his dick with his hand, working it up and clearly getting it ready to insert it into my mouth in spite of what I was saying. His dad frowned, and then he turned towards my bedroom door, where he had dropped his backpack when he had arrived, and reached inside of it. He pulled out a gun! For a brief second, I thought he was going to shoot me, and sure enough, gun in hand, he just came straight to the bed and was in my face in a heartbeat. Then he leaned over until he was inches in front of me, and that’s when I realized the gun he was holding was an ink gun, used for making tattoos. It was a tattoo gun!

As I figured that out, he put his lips right next to my ear, and then he said: Now you listen bitch. And you better listen carefully. I paid 1000 bucks for you, and you will give my birthday boy a world class edge session, and lick every single inch of his cock and both of his balls until your tongue gets sore. You aren’t going to call the police, not unless you want your ex-girlfriend to turn you into a campus porn star. And for sure you are not going to bite off anyone’s dick. In fact, if you so much as touch Toby’s dick with a single tooth, I’m going to use this tattoo gun and start shooting ink into your skin. I’ll start with the word BITCH inked across your forehead, in big bold letters, and then I will flip you over and ink up your back, right there above your ass. I will, I swear it. I will give you a quick two-word tattoo to match the one on your forehead. How do you think you will look with BITCH’S HOLE written above your ass, with a nice bold black arrow underneath of the words pointing to your boi-pussy. It won’t end there either stud. I’ll take your 7 inch dick and I will tattoo the words PROPERTY OF down the left side of your cock, and your girlfriend’s name, JESSE, down the right side. Once I do, anyone that sees your hard dick in the future will know who your fuck rod belongs to. Do you want to wear your ex-girlfriend’s name on your dick for the rest of your life, shouting to the world that she still owns your rod? I hope even you aren’t that stupid.

I stared. My heart was pounding. God. I was staring into his angry eyes, and the tattoo gun in his hand, and there was no doubt he would tattoo all of that and maybe more on me without even blinking. I knew right then I wasn’t going to be released, not until they had their money’s worth. And I was also going to have to give his son the long sensuous blowjob he wanted.

Then, almost as if to make that point, he said: You have exactly 5 seconds to decide, and you only have two choices. Choice one is SUCK TOBY’S COCK. And choice two is GET TATTOED. So, what’s it gonna be BITCH? I’m counting to five, and then I’m gonna get the gun working. ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...

SUCK TOBY’S COCK! I yelled, totally defeated. God. I had no choice. I DIDN’T!

He laughed, and then he lowered his voice and said to me: Smart choice bitch! So, let me tell you how this goes. You are a straight guy, so you don’t know shit about how to suck a cock. You don’t know because nobody ever taught you. Girls sure don’t know, which means you have never had a good blowjob. So, I’m going to suck you, while you are sucking Toby. And as I do, you are going to learn what a good blowjob is and how to give one. If I lick your left ball, you will lick his left ball. If I roll my tongue in circles over the head of your dick, then you will do the exact same thing to Toby’s rod. If I flick the sensitive spot between your balls and your hole, you will do the same to Toby. When I’m running my tongue through your piss slit, you will be doing the same thing to Toby. The only difference in the blow job you are going to get from me, and the one you are going to give my son on his birthday, is that Toby is going to shoot his wad at some point, and you are not. In fact, if you shoot your load while I’m sucking you, I swear to God I will pause long enough to do some tattooing, and then we can try again. And the first tattoo I will give you is to write your ex-girlfriend’s name down the length of your dick.

I was looking into his eyes, and he was dead serious.

Then he continued: Just remember, if you start to get close to pumping out your seed, you let me know. And you will do that by shaking your wrist cuffs and jingling your little frustration bells. If you do that, then I’ll know you are getting close to having an ejaculation, and so I’ll stop sucking before you shoot. Of course, if I stop sucking, you have to stop sucking, which means Coby’s stimulation will stop too. It’s going to be a fun game. You need to suck Toby beyond dry, until his balls are empty and his dick goes so soft you turn it into a worm. A nineteen-year-old can stay pretty hard, even after he shoots a load. At 21, you can too of course. But you don’t get to cum. Your job is to make Toby cum. And, you just have to hope that if you keep sucking my son’s dick long enough, and give him a couple of really good orgasms, that eventually his nuts will go dry. Your goal tonight is to suck my son to the point he will be totally satisfied and his cock wilts until it’s as soft as cooked spaghetti. Can you do it in an hour? Probably not. Two? I guess we will see. Just remember, you can’t come while you are doing it or I swear to God I’ll ink up your cock and make sure it’s your ex-girlfriend’s property for the rest of your life.

I won’t go into all of the details of the long sensuous blow job I was forced to give to Toby, or the one I received from his dad, but it went pretty much the way he laid it out. And I was so horned up, that he had my nuts churning pretty quickly, and I’d have to shake the cuffs and jingle the bells so he would stop sucking me before I nutted. That happened again and again, and every single inch of my big dick was licked and tasted and sucked so many times I lost count. And my shaved balls got more attention from Toby’s dad than they had ever received from any girl in my lifetime. The edge game went on for a long time, and my jaw was sore and my tongue was sore and yet I didn’t dare stop. And the strange truth of it all was as I was learning how to suck the teenager’s dick the feelings Toby’s dad was sending to my brain were way beyond any oral sexual feelings I had ever had before. My cock was twitching and oozing pre-cum for the entire time, and I was so close to cumming so many times I was filled with animal lust.

The truth is, by the time I finally got Toby to shoot his first load from giving him my first ever blowjob, I would have done anything in the world if I could have spurted too. As it turned out, he started jetting his spunk into my mouth exactly 1 hour and 11 minutes after I started sucking him. Just before, I didn’t think he was ever going to cum, but finally I managed to get Toby feeling the feeling, and when he started moaning, his dad started sucking me harder and faster and flicking his tongue on the underside of my dick head, and when I did the same thing to his son it finally put him over the edge. It all happened just as my own nuts started to churn too, but it happened just in time. Just before I had to shake my wrist and jingle the bells, Toby arched his back and grunted, and then I started swallowing his spunk. Of course, I nevertheless had to keep sucking, even as his load of jism was blasting down my throat, but I was too close to having my own orgasm to continue for very long. So, I started shaking my wrists to get the bells jingling. and luckily his dad slowed the pace on my cock, and so I didn’t start spurting. But it had been close. I of course slowed the pace of my sucking on Toby’s dick too, but he was already pumping out goo and he just kept squirting. Toby’s dad didn’t stop entirely, and he kept sliding his tongue over my shaft, up and down its entire length, and so I continued to do the exact same thing to his son even as he continued to spurt. That kept my nuts still churning, but the slower pace was just slow enough to keep me right on the very edge. Of course, for Toby, the continuous stimulation as he was shooting his wad was putting his brain into overdrive, and the result was his cock spurted out what seemed like a continuous fountain of sperm. As he was ejaculating, the 19-year-old was in another world.

Even so, unfortunately for me, Toby stayed hard after his explosive orgasm, and so I had to keep licking and kissing and tasting his rod even though he had just pumped my stomach full of his warm seed. His father started running his tongue through my piss slit then, and as I did the same to Toby I was tasting his seed. I had no choice to keep doing whatever his father was doing to me, and I must have run my tongue over the mushroom head of his cock a thousand times. Still, on and on it went. Toby’s dick pulsated and throbbed and seemed to get even harder, and of course since he had already shot two loads at that point it took even longer to get him to ejaculate another one. I don’t know how I kept at it without shooting my own wad, but I didn’t want Jesse’s name tattooed on my dick, so I was certainly motivated to keep from ejaculating. But, it was difficult. Very difficult. As things turned out, I ended up sucking Toby for another hour and forty minutes before birthday boy shot another load of spunk down my gullet. God, he had stamina! The night had started with him dumping his sperm in my ass, and now he had shot two more loads of his goo down my throat. Luckily for me, his cock finally started to wilt after the last one.

But, his dad was determined to keep his son hard, going for a fourth load I suppose, so he increased the pace on my rod, which forced me to stimulate his son’s cock too. He was soon going up and down on my shaft and taking my cock so deep I could feel his mouth in my pubes with every stroke. That of course had my own nuts boiling, and so to keep from cumming, I was constantly letting him know I was on the edge by jingling the wrist bells. And just before I exploded, he would back off just in time, again and again. I knew he was using every trick he knew to keep Cody’s dick hard, but in doing so it caused me to come close to shooting spunk so many times I lost count. My balls ached with my frustration! I needed to shoot my seed and desperately wanted to, but with the very real threat of a cock tattoo I didn’t dare. But, after Toby’s third wad, even though I was still working Toby’s dick like a whore, doing to him what his dad was doing to me, nevertheless, his 19-year-old dick continued to soften. Thankfully for me, he was spent. And sure enough, finally the only thing in my mouth was a soft wilted dick of a well-satisfied 19-year-old teenager, who finally had reached the point where he couldn’t keep it up or stand the stimulation any more. Of course, by then the birthday boy had ejaculated three total times, and every drop of his spunk was inside of me. Thankfully, he finally pushed me away, and only then was I allowed to stop and rest my mouth and tongue.

By then my entire mouth was numb, and my own cock was as hard as it had ever been in my lifetime, and oozing precum that was so copious it was drooling down my shaft and I could even feel it running down my balls. I’ll never forget the time. As the nineteen-year-old removed his wilted dick from my mouth, it was exactly 30 minutes past midnight. I had sucked the birthday boy for three full hours! Of course, I had been sucked by his dad for the same time period, and right now my cock was a raging boner and I was the most frustrated male on the planet. I would have done anything if he would have let me cum. Anything. I looked at the camera at the end of the bed, and the blinking light, and I somehow knew Jesse was laughing hysterically.

The father and son retreated back to the kitchen, and I lay on the bed with my frustrated cock jutting to the sky and literally bouncing to my heartbeat. I heard a champagne bottle pop, and they appeared to be celebrating their evening together. The big fat one walked into the bedroom 30 minutes later, and his dick was up and jutting like mine, and the man was grinning. Toby was following, but his spent dick was hanging down towards his knees, and his two massive balls were swinging like a bull’s nuts swing on a hot day. The boy looked pretty wiped out.

The fat man turned to his son, and said: You ready to cum again Toby? We’ve still got another 30 minutes to play with the bitch.

Toby shook his head, and said: Dad, I loved my birthday present. But I’m spent, totally spent. We can go whenever you want. I don’t think I can fuck the bitch again, even though I wish I could.

His dad laughed, and said: Well, you’ve shot 3 big loads in the past 4 hours. Be proud of yourself Toby. You are a real stud. I wish I was 19 again! Well, you are definitely a real man now, and you certainly know how to use your dick. It’s been a hell of a night, that’s for sure. Speaking of studs, it looks to me like the bitch is ready to give up his gay fuck cherry. You still have time to take his virgin load up your ass.

Toby replied: No. I’m not into being a bottom Dad. If you want his first gay load, he’s yours.

The fat man grinned, and said I can’t pass up a hard dick. If you don’t want his virgin cock, I do.

I was so horned up and frustrated I would have fucked almost anything, but I wasn’t about to consent to a putting my dick inside of another man’s hole. I wasn’t gay, I wasn’t! I just wanted to jack myself off, but of course that was impossible. When I saw the big man coming towards the bed, the lust in his eyes was obvious.

I decided to beg : Please don’t! Please. I don’t want my cock in a man’s ass! You guys have used me like a whore and turned me into your bitch. But please man, jack me off if you want, or just let me go. But don’t ride my cock. Don’t!

The big man laughed, and said: You are an idiot. I paid 1000 bucks for you, and you’ve been waving that virgin cock all over the place tonight, teasing me with it. I rented you for 5 hours, and I’ve got 30 minutes left to use you. And I plan to get my money’s worth. You say you don’t want to fuck a man’s ass. The hell you don’t! The way that piece of meat of yours is jutting up and oozing precum, it sure looks to me like your cock wants my hole.

I shook my head, and said: No! It doesn’t! I mean it. Please man, just let me go!

He grinned, and said: Let you go? Bitch, 30 minutes is plenty of time to have my fun, and after our time runs out then we still have to trash your bottom.

As he said that, he picked up a gag I hadn’t seen previously, one apparently Jesse had left on my desk. As I watched he picked up what looked like a short fat rubber cock, with two realistic looking balls outlined in a rubber scrotum. It was a rubber penis gag! Obviously, it was another toy she had bought at the sex shop, and it was of course just for me. As the man brought it over to me he said: Your girlfriend gave me very specific instructions, which I am following. First, she wants you wearing this gag before we start your punishment. And, from my perspective, since I don’t want to listen to you, I think it’s a good time to get you sucking on it. Once it is in place, you can yell, beg, or scream all you want, but nobody will be able to hear you. I think she picked this particular gag out because it will look good in the video she is making and it’s also important obviously that you won’t be able to call or yell out for help.

Then he shoved it between my teeth, and it went almost to my tonsils. After it was in place and secured with a strap, all I could do was mumble.

Then he said: You look ridiculous with the fake nuts sticking out of your mouth. But, I think it’s fitting that you are sucking a cock while I’m riding you, even if the stupid thing is made of rubber. You said you don’t want your cock in a man’s ass, even though your dick is hard as fuck. Well, I don’t really care what you want. I paid 1000 bucks to your girlfriend, and for that amount of money if I want your virgin cock in my hole then you will give it to me. I actually don’t give a shit about what you want.

Then, he climbed up on the bed, and straddled me so he was looking down at me and into my eyes. My heart was pounding. Then, as he was staring at me he slowly lowered himself down, squatting, lower. Then lower still. I tested my bonds—there was nothing I could do! I shook my head, side to side, begging him. All that accomplished was to make him smile. As I watched with trepidation the fat brute slowly lowered himself, lower, and lower still, and it was crystal clear he really did intend to ride my cock! I didn’t want to fuck a man, even though at that moment I was so horned up and so frustrated with seven weeks of cum trapped in my balls that I needed to fuck something. Still, not a man’s ass! No! OH GOD NO!

But the reality was that all I could do was stare and watch as his hole and the head of my throbbing cock got closer and closer. I thought of my brother, and how seven weeks ago he had been lying on this same bed, right where I was now, and back then it was he watching as Jesse lowered her pussy onto his virgin cock. I had laughed then. But this was totally different, and the fat man’s hairy hole wasn’t Jesse’s pussy, and I wasn’t laughing. Not by a long shot. But it didn’t matter. He was in control and I wasn’t, and so I stared and watched until the ring of muscle that surrounded his hole touched the fat purple head of my dick. Time stood still. It was a moment, a gay moment I could have never seen coming. It was a moment where a straight man loses his virginity and learns a truth about himself he could never have fathomed.

The man was staring into my eyes, into my soul even, and then he slowly, very slowly, slid downward some more and as he did the big fat bulbous head of my dick popped past the ring of muscle and hair that protected the depths of his guts. And a minute after that, I was balls deep inside another man’s hole for the first time in my life. I was freaking out, but even so it felt so damn good! His ass was tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked, way tighter, and it was totally different from the single thrust I had made when I entered Jesse’s bum hole. In that case I had spontaneously ejaculated, and she had exploded in anger. This time I just felt the tightness of his hole and it gripped me in a way that no pussy ever had.

Then, as soon as he started going up and down on my shaft my nuts immediately started to churn. I started gasping, and my tongue slid out between my teeth. He kept going, up and down, very slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace. I was balls deep inside the man, and he was riding me like a hot girl in lust rides her boyfriend, and I was feeling so damn good I couldn’t believe it. My head started to spin. I was soon making gurgling sounds, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Faster and faster now, and things were building. How long had it been? When was my last fuck? Was this the best fuck of my life? God. Oh, oh God. I was going...going to shoot deep inside another man’s ass. OH GOD NO! But, for sure my nuts were churning even more now. Instinctually, I pushed my hips up, driving my cock into him, now suddenly willingly fucking him as he rode my pole. Was I really purposely fucking another man? All I knew for sure is I suddenly wanted his hole. I needed it even. And I wanted to fill it with my seed. God, he felt so damn good. Incredibly good. Everything became a blur. Time stood still.

And then I started to cum. Without question I shot the biggest load of my entire life and pumped it all into his hole. I shot and shot and shot, and I could feel my sperm jetting into the depths of his guts. He didn’t care. He was staring at me as I was staring at him, our eyes locked, and I gave him my seed and his ass eagerly swallowed it all. Finally, I was spent then, my dick finally satisfied after a full seven weeks of sexual frustration. But, he didn’t stop, and I couldn’t pull out. I had always pulled out after ejaculating, but I couldn’t do that now, not with him on top and me tied to my bed, watching him still riding me up and down. Up and down. My eyes went wide. The walls of his anus were squeezing my pulsating cock tighter than any pussy I had ever had, and I could feel him stimulating the head of my spent dick that was deep inside of him. He knew exactly what he was doing. Suddenly, he started rising up a little higher than before, until the ridge below the head of my dick came out of his hole, leaving only the tip at the entrance. But he immediately went back down and I could feel the ridge of my glans pop back inside of him. The sensation blew my mind. The sphincter muscle of his hole was directly stimulating the very sensitive head of my spent cock with every single stroke, and it was way more than I was ready for. Suddenly, it was like every nerve went into overdrive, way more than any sexual feeling I had experienced in my lifetime, and I needed it to stop.

AGHHHHHHHHHGHH I screamed into the cock gag stuffed in my mouth. Oh GOD. It was way too much now! I jerked and thrashed and struggled, trying desperately to break loose. He didn’t care, and again and again my mushroom head popped in and out of his hole. And each time it happened it was like something was toying with the most sensitive spot on my cock, and after that my entire head of my dick was sending signals to my brain I couldn’t process and needed to stop. It was too fucking sensitive! I screamed again, and tried to bite the penis gag filling my mouth in half but nothing I could do could stop the intensity of the post orgasmic stimulation that was now driving me insane.

He saw the affect it was having on me, and he quickened the pace and the insane sensation just seemed to multiply a hundred-fold. OH GOD! I SCREAMED! I STARTED TO BABBLE. I started to drool too, and the rubber dick in my mouth started to feel like a real dick. I was sucking a fat dick and simultaneously fucking a man’s hole. I WAS! He didn’t care. What he did do was just continue to fuck me, but faster now, and the overstimulated nerves in my cock had by then put me in another world. I couldn’t take it, but I had no choice! After a while I noticed that his eyes had rolled back into his head, and the tip of his tongue had become visible. He was grunting now, and my cock was growing even stiffer. What the hell was happening? God! OH FUCK ME! And then, strangely, the super over sensitivity sensation changed into something more familiar, and then my nuts started to churn again. I was going to cum again! I never went soft!

Instead, I started to get harder than hard all over again, and shortly after that the feeling grew and grew and grew but to a far more intense level than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. I didn’t think it was possible for me to come twice in a row, and I had never done it before. But I was definitely going to shoot again if something didn’t change! I looked back into his eyes, and they were open now, and I stared at him as he stared at me. And then, for one priceless second, I began to feel the most intense feeling I had ever had in my entire lifetime. Heaven literally touched earth, and the big man and I became one and the same. My entire body tensed, and then I started to ejaculate a second time, spurting out gobs of semen in shot after shot after shot. My brain seemed to explode! It was without any question just as big a load as I had just ejaculated a few minutes before, and I was without any doubt having the best sex I had ever had, and the most intense orgasm I had ever felt as well.

I can’t describe it. It’s not possible. But as I was filling up his hole all over again he too ejaculated. I watched and felt his load of hot seed splashing up my chest, hitting me first in the left eye, then on the chin, and then between my nipples, and then after that in lines of cream across my belly. He and I came together, our souls literally touching and intertwined, and I would have done anything, and paid any amount of money, if the feeling could have lasted for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the moment eventually passed, and I looked down and my entire body was covered in the old fat man’s sperm. He was looking at me with a grin. He was covered in sweat, and he just sat on me for several minutes, not moving, with my cock still buried in him to my balls. I could feel it twitching and pulsating inside of him, and it felt wonderful. Then, finally, and without saying a single word, he slowly stood up and when he did my still quivering cock popped out of his ass. And as that happened, what can only be described as a river of my own jism drained from his hole and it all landed on my flat stomach, which was already drenched with his hot seed.

He laughed and laughed and laughed.

Finally, still grinning, the fat man said: Bitch boy, you are covered in sperm. You might think you are straight, but you sure don’t look it. Not any more you don’t.

Then he laughed again. As he did he bent down to me, and ran his open hand over my stomach, smearing the huge load of jism over it, and then up across my nipples. He scooped up more of our combined spunk from the pool of sperm that had puddled in the indentation between my nipples, and smeared it over my face. He even rubbed it into my hair. I was a mess, and I was now covered in semen from my cock all the way to the top of my head. He had literally painted me with it! I smelled like spunk. In fact, my entire bedroom smelled like spunk. The man got up then and disappeared into my bathroom, and I heard the shower running. About ten minutes after that he came out, all cleaned up, and was drying himself. His son took a shower after him, and when he was done they got dressed. I was still trussed out, and still gagged, and by then the sperm on me was drying and getting crusty. All I could do was watch and wait for whatever was going to happen next.

The man turned to me and said: Well, unfortunately, it’s two minutes past 130am now, and our time is up to play with you. You were hot, just as your ex said you were. I really don’t want to hurt you, and I would just leave, but I hate to forfeit a promised $500 refund I’m going to get if I turn your ass into hamburger. The girl you pissed off and who rented you out said you are a bitch to women, and I hate guys that hurt girls. Your ex shared just a few of the things you did to her, and apparently have done to others, so I’m OK doing to you what she asked me to do. To get my refund, I need to blister your bottom and rip the skin off your ass, and do it for at least 30 minutes. You won’t like it very much obviously, but you deserve it and so it has to be done. But then Toby and I are going to go.

Thirty minutes? What the hell? I grunted into the cock gag, and jerked on the restraints that were holding me to the bed, my bare as stickup up in the air and jutting. I didn’t see that there was any way I could take a 30-minute beating! NO!

But it was clear he wasn’t kidding. As I watched the fat man and his son repositioned me on the bed, this time face down, with my arms still hooked to the bar but the bar was now at the foot of the bed, and they propped my ass up on several pillows, so my bare bottom was jutting up almost as if it was begging to be paddled. My feet were tied out to the bedposts near the head board. In this position, I was staring right into the camera that she had left at the foot of the bed, and the two cameras near the sides of the bed were looking right down at my bare and very vulnerable upturned bottom. Of course, she had planned this from the beginning, and I knew without any doubt she was watching.

After they had me in position, with my tied feet spread wide apart, the big man who had taken two loads of my sperm in his ass picked up the paddle, just like my dad would have done. And Toby grabbed the belt, and went to the other side of the bed. According to the clock over my desk, it was 10 minutes to 2 o’clock in the morning, and there was nothing I could do to keep them from burning my ass. And sure enough, they didn’t hesitate. Instead, they just started beating me. The blows came one after the other. They showed no mercy, and my ass cheeks bounced with every hit from the family paddle, and within minutes the skin covering my bottom turned pink, and then red, and then purple. Toby was swinging my belt, hitting me as hard as he could after each blow from the paddle. And that thick leather belt of mine seemed to burn a bright red line across the twin cheeks of my bottom with every stroke of the leather, and at some point the red lines turned to purple welts that were soon criss-crossing my entire buttocks. My life became a splat from the paddle and a crack from the leather strap, again and again and again.

I took the first dozen stoically, trying not to give her any satisfaction because I knew she was watching, but soon I was grunting, and then eventually the grunts turned to mumbles as I tried to beg. But they didn’t stop. And at some point, my entire world became nothing but that paddle and that strap, and even then, the hits just kept coming. It soon was way beyond the punishment my father had given me at 16. At some point I know I was screaming in a panic, my eyes wide with fear, and I was shaking my head and pulling against the padlocked cuffs and trying desperately to break free. But it didn’t matter. Soon my struggles sounded like a continuous stream of jingling bells, as I shook the bed and jerked on the cuffs and made the little bells ring. The tears starting flowing, and I was blowing snot out of my nose like a little boy being spanked, but even then, they didn’t stop or slow down my punishment. On and on it went, and I knew she was watching and celebrating my pain with a glass of good champagne. I didn’t think it would ever end, but eventually the blows decreased in speed, and shortly after that they FINALLY were done. The big man tossed the paddle on the floor, and Toby threw the belt across my bottom, leaving it draped across my purple ass almost like it was a trophy.

The clock above my desk read 220am and my ass was now on fire, burning like an incinerator. The pain was intense, and relentless. Fuck my bottom hurt! It was just as Jesse had apparently mandated, they had spanked and strapped my bare bottom for exactly 30 minutes.

The tears were running down my face like a little boy, and as embarrassing as that was I couldn’t help it. I bawled for several minutes, but eventually I was cried out, and as I looked into the camera I knew she was staring at my bright red face that was totally covered in a mixture of dried sperm and a fountain of tears. I was totally humiliated, and my face was so red it matched my ass. She was of course looking right at me. I had dried sperm painted across my face, with more crusted sperm covering my chin. With the little cock gag still in my mouth, I looked like I was swallowing some guy’s dick, all the way to the balls. The big rubber scrotum was literally hanging out of my mouth. I knew she had made a vid of everything, and I had no doubt that she had enough material that she could destroy me if she wanted.

Beneath me, my cock had gone totally soft. Yeah, sometime while I was being paddled and strapped the little blue sex pills had quit working, and my cock had wilted to nothing. Of course, I had shot two loads of semen and I was no longer frustrated or horned up. In fact, I was totally spent, and I was in shock. My ass was literally on fire and the burn was intense and lingering. And right then all I wanted right now was to take a piss, and to get the cuffs off and get off the bed. I just wanted her to set me free.

The big man spoke one last time to me: Your ass is pretty messed up, but hopefully you learned a lot of lessons, and Toby sure had a good time using you. I’m sorry about your severe spanking, but I wasn’t going to pass up $500, and if what your girlfriend told me is even half true, you deserved every single minute of it. Well, we are leaving now. It’s coming up on two thirty in the morning, and I’m exhausted. I have no idea when your old girlfriend will release you, but until she does, I guess you can lay there and stare at the camera, and she can stare at you and your ripped up naked bottom. Goodbye Bitch boy. You were a very hot fuck.

And then they were gone. I was hoping she would unlock the cuffs as soon as they walked out the door. But nothing happened. I shook the bed, and the bells rang, but I knew she was enjoying staring at my torn-up ass and my cum-covered face and that stupid rubber dick with the fake balls sticking out of my mouth. There was nothing I could do, but just lay on the bed, staring at the camera, and feeling the burn in my bottom. She was still in control, and I found myself trying once again to pull my wrists out of the leather cuffs. I wanted to beg her, but the rubber cock in my mouth turned any words I tried to form into mumbles. The minutes dragged by, and eventually they merged into an hour, and then another hour after that. As some point I must have closed my eyes, and I gave up fighting the restraints.

I had treated her like shit, and she had taken her revenge. Damn I had been so fucking stupid! She had tricked me, and had literally turned me into a gay bitch boy, and seen to it that my ass got ripped to shreds. As I lay there feeling sorry for myself, I was totally exhausted. I hadn’t slept the previous two nights, because I had been getting ready for Jesse’s visit, and was so horned up at that time that there was no way I could just go to sleep. But now, I was over her, completely, and my balls were empty and totally sated, and my spent cock had been turned into a wilted noodle. And even though my entire ass felt like it had been attacked by a nest of hornets, even so, I closed my eyes and I guess I drifted off to sleep. I had a weird wild very sexual dream, but for the first time in my life it wasn’t of chicks and tits and pussies being fucked. No, this dream was different, and my cock was deep in his hole, the sperm being milked from my balls as I pumped out one load of baby batter after another.

FUCK! Suddenly, I was aware of a bright light hitting my face, and I opened my eyes and it was daylight outside! It was 7am! And that’s when I noticed that the two electronic padlocks that locked my wrists to the metal bar had opened, and my hands were free! It didn’t take me very long to get the gag out of my mouth and the ropes off my ankles, and the keys on the nightstand took care of the tiny padlocks on the leather cuffs. The very first thing after freeing myself from my bed was to unplug the cameras, then it was straight to the bathroom where I took a long piss, and a long shower right after that. The shower took care of cleaning up my body and getting the dried spunk out of my hair, but there wasn’t much I could do about Toby’s sperm that was still draining out of my ass. And as I had feared, it only took one look in the mirror to confirm that my entire bottom from the top of my waist to half-way to my knees had been turned into hamburger. It was totally purple and laced with lines of raised welts that would clearly take a very long time to heal.

There was nothing I could do about any of it, and even though I had been totally used and fucked against my will, I wasn’t about to tell anyone or say anything to anybody. I knew that Jesse had her pics and her video material and she would use it to destroy me if I did anything at all. And, true to her word, my cell phone and computer had both been wiped almost totally clean. My parents and family were still in the contact list, as were a few family photos, but every girl and every friend and just about every other picture was gone. My social media accounts were all closed too, and the backup files I had in the cloud had been completely erased.

The following day just as she had promised, I received an email from her, and it contained 5 pics, four of which were taken from her video feed. Every single one of them was enough to destroy my life. The first one of the pics was from the set that Toby had taken with his cell camera, right after his father’s cock had pumped my mouth full of spunk. It was of me looking right into the camera, with a shit-eating grin on my face where they had forced me to smile. In the pic I have a huge load of semen running out from my lips and down my chin. And of course, it had been carefully cropped. I was filling up the image, from my head down to just below my crotch. My arms were out of the image, and so I did not look like I was being restrained. The big man had his hand on my shoulder, and his big fat and fully erect cock was pushed up against my cheek, still slick with spunk, and with a big bead of his goo anointing the tip. He was standing, and so his face was not in the picture. Nevertheless, it was extremely obvious he was old and fat and had just ejaculated. My own dick was stiff and rock hard, jutting straight up in the air a full 7 inches, and the big distended cockhead was a very dark purple. My smiling face and eager dick gave the impression I was thrilled to have just sucked off the old fat man’s cock, and I knew, that if my parents ever saw it, I would never be able to get over the humiliation. It was the kind of picture that could never be explained, and the other images were just as bad, all carefully pulled from the 4K video feed. She owed me, and I knew I’d never ever again make another attempt to contact her. As she had said, it was over and we were done-done-done as a couple.

On Monday morning, I forced myself to get to my classes on time, but it hurt like hell to sit down on my swollen and torn up bottom and listen to the lectures. As for my classmates, I didn’t really interact with them, or even want to. And oddly, I didn’t hit on any of the girls, and I wasn’t even remotely interested in chasing pussy any more. I guess I just needed some time to heal. Once my last classes were done for the day, I took her cameras, and put them in the box she had left, the one with the pre-addressed and pre-paid shipping label already on it. Then I took the box to the post office and mailed them back to her as she had demanded. As I did it I had the thought that things had changed. Not just with Jesse, but with the way I saw the world. For one thing, I knew the next time I went online, to search for sex and to find some fun, I had more choices and other places to look than I had never considered looking before. Jesse might have got me blacklisted with the campus chicks, and removed every girl from my contact list, but now I had other places to search. Sure, I still considered myself straight, but I wasn’t against finding a man to fool around with now. I had learned a man’s hole can feel really good, extremely good in fact, and a guy can suck cock better than any woman ever could. And the other truth I had discovered, is that without any question fucking a guy came with a lot less baggage and potential trouble than fucking a girl. Yeah, thanks to Jesse, I had discovered a whole new world of potential sexual partners that I eagerly looked forward to exploring in earnest.