Anthony' Desire
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All the usual disclaimers apply, if you are under the age of consent in your state or country, if you find it offensive, etc. etc. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead or to any other situation is purely coincidental. Enjoy.
The Making of a Boy
(An original story by Master Thundering Snow, written for a
very special friend:
Anthony. I hope you enjoy.)
Anthony glanced over his shoulder. He wasn't one to be skittish, but that guy at the bar had set his nerves on edge. Standing just over six feet tall, guys usually didn't get to him. They would look at his size and figure he was a "bad-assed redneck." But this guy was different. He hadn't said a word, just sat there and stared.
Anthony had noticed the guy almost at once when he entered the bar, noticing his good looks and leather gear, made his dick twitch in his pants. He had fetishes and leather was one of them. The guy looked to be about 40, shaved head, black mustache and goat-tee. His dick twitched again, this time starting to get semi hard. Good thing he had worn loose fitting jeans, he thought to himself smiling.
The guy just looked at him, and Anthony felt that he had been weighed, measured, and that no part of him was left unknown. He hated that feeling. He tended to avoid guys like that. He looked away and headed for the bar, ordering a Bud Light, and heading for a corner so he could sit and enjoy watching the crowd tonight. He wanted a hook-up, but wasn't sure how to go about it. He felt comfortable in the leather bar, and even though he was tall and good looking, he felt inadequate and shy.
Several of the leather daddies knew him by name, and took turns chatting him up. They were all good looking, but he just didn't feel like it tonight. He finished his beer, got up and walked out. He couldn't help but look at the guy sitting there, still staring at him.
Out on the street, he started walking back toward his apartment. As he passed under the streetlights he felt exposed and vulnerable. Anthony couldn't help but keep glancing over his shoulder. He knew he was being followed, but could see no one. He turned down a street that led away from his place, thinking he would play hell leading someone back to where he lived. A little bit further down the street another turn, then another, finally getting him back on his street. He couldn't shake the feeling. He knew he wasn't alone.
When he reached his apartment building, Anthony saw his downstairs neighbor was still awake. The lights shining through the curtains were a beacon of safety, an oasis of sanity. Damn, he thought, I must be fucking crazy. He started up the stairs when his neighbors door opened.
Anthony was in lust for this guy. John was almost everything Anthony wanted in a lover. He was 39, strong and muscular, short black hair, goat-tee, 6'3", hairy in all the right places, and loved wearing Carhartts. The only problem Anthony could see was that John was straight. Of course that wouldn't be a problem for Anthony, all he wanted was to be dominated by him: suck his dick, take his dick in his ass.
"Dude, you ok? You looked freaked out," John asked, a hint of concern reflected in his voice.
"Yeah, I think so, man. But I think some guy has been following me. Maybe I'm just being a pussy," Anthony answered, trying to laugh.
John glanced around, and Anthony saw an unusual gleam in his eye. "Come on into my place for a bit, have a beer, and chill," John offered.
"Are you sure, man? I don't mean to be a bother."
"Get in here, now," Anthony couldn't resist a man that took control. He came back down off the stairs and headed into John's apartment. "Grab us a couple of beers from the fridge, I'll be in in a sec," John's tone had gone back to normal. He did as he was told, and when he came out of the small kitchen holding two beers he saw John, still in his carhartt work pants and the leather guy that had been staring him down in the bar.
"What's going on, John?" Anthony asked in a whimper.
"Get your ass over here with those beers, boy," John ordered.
He walked over and handed them the beers, unable to take his eyes off of the man in leather.
"Why'd you follow me?"
"Maybe I wanted some of that boy pussy you got," the man replied.
"Maybe with that attitude you won't get it!" Anthony tried to sound strong.
John grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pulled him down to his knees in front of them, "Boy, you need to learn to respect your elders. If we want something from you, you will give it to us. Isn't that right boy?"
Anthony hesitated, his mind trying to wrap itself around this twist of events.
"I said isn't that right boy?" John said as he cuffed his ear.
"Y-y-yes, Sir." He stammered.
"Good, now get out of those fucking clothes, you little bitch," Leather man ordered.
Anthony went to stand to undress, but they forced him to stay on his knees. It was hard, but he was able to get undressed. As scared and nervous as he was, his dick had other ideas. As he pulled his boxer briefs down, his dick bounced, harder than he could ever remember it being. So hard it hurt.
"Ah, look at our pussy boy. He likes this, don't you pussy boy?" John asked.
Anthony nodded and said, "Yes Sir!" his eyes frozen on the growing bulges in the two men's pants.
"Good, because I've got another friend coming over and I want to make sure this little bitch will take care of us all. You want to take care of us don't you boy. Suck our dicks, swallow our loads, take us deep in that boy pussy of yours. Hell, I bet you'll even drink right from the tap, won't you boy?" John asked as he grabbed a fist full of Anthony's hair and pulled his head back to look up at him.
Anthony melted. He knew there was no way to get away from both of them, let alone if another showed up, he stole a glance to the door and realized that John had left it open. Anyone going by could see his humiliation. He didn't care.
"Yes Sir," was all he could say; it was all he wanted to say.
Anthony knelt there, naked, cock hard as the men drank the beers he had brought in. He watched them as they ignored his presence. Occasionally he would steal a glance toward the open the door. He really didn't want anyone seeing him like this. He felt scared, humiliated, and dirty; but at the same time he was more turned on than he had ever been. His cock was drooling precum so much he thought his balls should already be dry, but it kept leaking out. His first time ever having sex couldn't compare to this moment.
John and his friend had finished their beers and handed him the bottles. He walked them back to the trash can in the kitchen, still on his knees, and fetched two more for them. As he entered the living room, he saw two more men walk in the front door. Anthony didn't know these men, but his dick wanted too. They were dressed in full firefighters outfits, including the hats, boots, and gloves. The living room now contained everything that He had ever jacked off thinking about, all of his fetishes in one place, and all of them eager to use his body for their pleasure. His uncut cock twitched as he groaned and a load of cum flew from it's head.
"What the..Look at that fella's. This little bitch just shot a fucking load all over my fucking carpet!" John yelled.
"Get down there and start licking it up, you fucking little whore," the leather daddy ordered. Anthony still had heard his name or the names of the two men in firefighter's outfits. He handed them the beer's and bent over, sticking his tongue out and lapping up his own load.
He had tasted and eaten his own cum many times, but never off the floor. The sweet, salty flavor lingered in his mouth, making his dick begin to stiffen again. When he had gotten all of it he could, he straightened back up. All of the men had taken off their pants. He choked as he saw their huge cocks. It didn't look like any of them were under nine inches, and all of them were thick.
He continued to serve them beer. Hell, he thought, if all they wanted was for me to be their fucking maid, all they had to do was ask. But his thoughts as well as his eyes kept returning to those huge, hard, throbbing cocks.
"Get over here, bitch," John ordered.
Anthony crawled over to kneel in front of him; looking up at him as a puppy might look up at it's master waiting for a treat.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. Anthony did so and took the head of the huge cock in his mouth. He started to suck on it, but stopped when John slapped him on the cheek, causing his eyes to water.
"I didn't tell you to suck it. Now don't waste a drop or the four of us will beat the living shit out of you. Understand?" Anthony nodded.
His mouth was flooded with hot piss. This was something he had never done before. He had thought about it, but none of his boyfriends in the past had ever wanted to try it. He had no choice but to swallow or drown in it. He swallowed. And he swallowed. The taste wasn't as he had feared, slightly pungent, salty, but not disgusting. A couple of times he thought he would gag, but only because of how much John was pissing.
Finally he felt the last spurt of piss. His stomach felt full, and he realized it had been some time since he had last pissed. "Sir, may I go to the bathroom and piss?" Anthony asked.
John bitch slapped him across the cheek. Tears welled up, he couldn't help it.
"You will not speak unless you are spoken to. You will do as you are told. I didn't tell you you could go to the bathroom. Hey Bryce, your turn." Bryce turned out to be the leather daddy.
Bryce walked over to stand in front of Anthony. He looked down at him, and an evil grin touched his face. Anthony knew this man would hurt him, just as soon as look at him. He opened his mouth knowing what to expect.
Bryce placed the head of his cock in his mouth and started pissing. Again Anthony felt as if he were going to drown. The taste was similar to John's but still slightly different. As he swallowed the hot piss his mind slowly started slipping gears. He no longer was his own person, he only wanted to please these strong and dominate men that had not only took him, but were making him what they wanted, and more importantly, what he had always wanted to be: a boy for a strong Dad.
Bryce finished and was replaced by Jake, one of the firefighters. His cock looked to be as thick as it was long. "Hurry up, I need to piss bad," he hissed as Anthony opened his mouth wide and took the huge mushroom shaped head in. As the flow started Anthony realized that his stomach was getting full, and that if he didn't relieve his bladder soon, he would be in serious pain and trouble. Jake's piss stream finally ended, and was replaced by the other man, whose name He still hadn't caught.
"Alright boy, go get a bowl from the kitchen. You can piss in that and then we will watch you drink from the bowl," John told him with a sneer.
As he bent over the bowl and started to lap up his piss, John moved around behind him, knelt down and started pushing his huge cock up Anthony's ass.
"You can take it you little whore," John ordered as he reached for the vegetable oil on the counter. "I know you've had guys in that tight ass of yours. I've heard the sessions you have up there in your apartment. Take this man sized cock." He pushed hard, burying his nine and a half inch dick in his ass. Anthony let out a yelp, and was smacked.
"You were told to keep drinking," Jake reminded him. "Now drink, so you can get to sucking on this dick of mine."
"This boy's got a tight fucking ass," John groaned as he long dicked Anthony's ass. "Damn it all, if his ass isn't sucking and working my dick like a starving man."
"Well his mouth aint bad either. Look at this cocksucker, he's worked the whole fucking ten inches down that throat, and he stills wants more." Jake smiled as he continued to face fuck the boy. Anthony gagged a few times, especially when he was trying to catch his breath and Jake forced that huge cock down his throat; but secretly he was in heaven. He worked his ass and throat to give these men the best ride of their lives.
It didn't take John long before his grunts and moans grew louder. Anthony could feel the cock in his ass swelling, and knew that he was going to get a huge load of jizz up his ass.
"Yeah, little bitch, I'm gonna flood that ass with cum. Yeah, boy, take my cock," John kept repeating.
Jake rammed his cock down his throat again, and held his head in place as he unloaded down Anthony's throat. Gagging and sputtering, he swallowed, he had no choice but to swallow. His throat kept working on Jake's cock trying to milk more cum out of his fuck tube.
"Yeah, little fucker, you're a damn good cocksucker. Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Jake asked, as he continued to feed his cock to Anthony.
"Here it comes, boy," John cried, as he painted the inside of Anthony's ass. He continued to ram his cock deep up the boy's ass, causing Anthony to gasp and groan. "Yeah, take that cock, boy. I know you've wanted this daddy dick up that sweet hole of yours."
Anthony whimpered as John pulled his cock out of his ass, and Jake's cock slipped from his throat. Looking up at them, he felt only complete submission. "Please sir, give me more!" Anthony growled.
"Don't worry boy, we've got plenty more for you, "John chuckled.
"Move out of the way guys. It's our turn to enjoy this boys' holes." Bryce said as he came over and shoved his cock up Anthony's ass.
Anthony let out a scream as the man's huge cock was forced up his ass with no lube. "Ah, no!" Anthony screamed
"Shut up, boy, you can take it." Bryce growled.
Before Anthony had a chance to protest, the other man , still wearing the heavy firefighter's jacket moved in front of him, grabbed his hair, and forced his dick down his throat. Anthony actually welcomed the cock into his mouth and began working it like a starving man. Focusing on the cock in his throat helped to take the focus off the sharp pain in his ass.
"Damn, this boy can suck!" the man whistled.
"Yeah? Well, this ass isn't too bad either."
Anthony got a look at John and Jake, standing there stroking their cocks back to an erection. Soon the pain in his ass subsided and pleasure began to fill him. His animal hunger for cock and his lust to be dominated took over, and he began growling and groaning like a starving animal.
"Fuck, John, you got a wildcat here!" the fireman fucking his face moaned.
"Yeah, I think so too. We should have done this a long time ago." John replied, his cock again rock hard. "Move that little bitch in here so we can really start tearing that ass up."
The two men didn't pull out of him. Together they picked him up and walked him into the living room. Anthony noticed that the front door was still standing open. He didn't give a fuck any more. His world was the cocks that were in him, and the cocks that would be in him. They set him down on the floor. Bryce pulled out, and lay on his back. Anthony knew to straddle him and lower himself on the massive pole. Bryce pulled him down to him, and the fireman took up his position again in front of Anthony, feeding him his cock.
Anthony screamed and tears actually ran down his cheeks as his ass turned into a burning fire.
"What's the matter boy, can't handle two man sized cocks in that little twat of your?" John hissed in his ear.
Whimpering, Anthony tried to move off of Bryce and away from the pain. But they weren't having it. They held him in place and it felt like his ass was being torn open. John shoved his cock deep until he was buried to his pubes. Both of the men gave his ass a chance to adjust. His mind so focused on the pain, he thought he would pass out. Just then Jake moved into view holding a small bottle. He held it under Anthony's nose and told him to breath deep. He did.
Almost at once his head felt lighter, his ass didn't hurt, and he felt as if he was floating. He began to suck on the huge cock in his throat, and could feel the two cocks in his ass begin to fuck him. Lust again took over. He began to fuck himself onto the cocks, growling and groaning. Who gave a fuck if the door was open, or the neighbors were watching. Maybe they'd come and use his ass too.
The cock in his throat began to swell and he knew another sweet load of cum was going to flood his mouth. He couldn't wait, he again started to milk it, swallowing as the man let out a gasp and unloaded in his throat. He pulled out and staggered back, sitting on the couch.
"This is about the hottest scene I've seen in a long time guys." He panted.
"Fuck yeah," Jake agreed. "Too bad we can't get three cocks in that ass; that would be fucking hot."
The two men continued to fuck him. Anthony reached out for Jake's cock.
"What? Do you want this, boy?" Jake teased moving just out of reach. "Beg for it."
"Please, let-me-have-your-cock," Anthony begged as his ass was assaulted. Jake moved to stand in front of him and fed his cock down his throat.
Anthony groaned as it slid down his throat and the pubic hair tickled his nose. He knew deep down that this was what he was meant to be: a boy for his daddy, a bitch for his man, a whore for his master. He wanted nothing else but to please these men that were taking advantage if his body and forcing him to degrade himself for their pleasure.
"I can't hold off much longer," John said as he thrust deep into the boy's ass.
"Me either," Bryce howled. "Here it comes boy. Deep up that sweet hole of yours." With a groan and a final thrust, Anthony could feel the cocks in his ass swell and shoot. Hot spurt after hot spurt filling his bunghole. The men jerking and thrusting as they unloaded and rode their orgasm. Just then his mouth was flooded with another load of man juice from Jake.
After the waves of their orgasm ended, the three men separated themselves from him, and left him laying on the floor.
"Damn, John, this has been one of the best fucks I've had in a long time," he heard one of them saying. He laid there eyes closed, his ass throbbing from the abuse, and his throat raw from the fucking.
"Yeah, man, you need to do this more often." Another chuckled.
"I plan on it. But I think we'll need to find us another boy. I'm pretty sure this one's about used up," he laughed. "But we might be able to use him to lure us in another boy. What do you fella's think?"
As Anthony drifted out of consciousness he heard them laughing.
Will Anthony allow himself to be used to bring more boys to these sadistic, but hot men? How far will he go to please his new daddies? How far will he go to make sure he gets their cocks once again in his ass, and down his throat? How far?