Aw fuck! How the hell did I get into this?
Bobby closes the door. He's still wearing just his satin BB shorts, but now he's got them pulled down so that his butt surrounds my face. My nose is up his crack -- but its totally clean, it just smells of sweat. Aw hell, that dude is a walking orgasm!!! And I'm totally helpless because my hands are still cuffed behind my back.
Of course, I'm still having a permanent, spasming orgasm. Even though my head is fixed in Bobby's smooth bubble butt, the rest of me is like tensing and squirming in rhythm with my boner that's trying to just get somewhere, anywhere.
The car takes off. Now someone starts tickling my feet. That makes my orgasm even bigger. I try to scream, but I'm muffled by Bobby's jock butt. They're all laughing their heads off at me.
I can hear Larry. He says "we so totally got you dude. We own you. Fucken sit still BITCH!"
Someone is like yanking my pants off. And then, I can feel something being attached to my ankles, and now my legs are somehow fixed two feet apart, and I can't close them. This leaves my jizzing cock just suspended in the air. Someone has their fingers in a ring, holding just below my cock head, holding it still even though I am still permenently orgasming.
Bobby gets off my face. I look up and realize I'm in this back seat between Bobby and Larry, both shirtless and sweaty-wet in just their tight satin BB shorts. Even despite the window tint, their wet 100- watt baby smiles shine bright.
They sit me up on the seat between them. I look down and see the spreader bar controlling my ankles. I can't close my legs of course, and they each put one of their white sneakers between my legs. Larry just holds my boner tight, and Bobby grabs my ears like handles again, fixing my nose into his baby smile, so again I'm forced to breathe his dirty, sexy adolescent spit as we ride along.
We stop. I guess we are behind someone's house. Shirtless Paul hops out and just bearhugs me right out of the car. He looks like a kid, but he is so huge, my feet are like a foot off the ground (and they're spread a couple feet apart anyway).
He bearhugs me right across the lawn, with me suspended in front of him, my ankles spread, my balls and boner pulsing. During this bearhug, Larry grabs the spreader bar and starts tickling my feet. They're all laughing, and I laugh hysterically and then start helplessly screaming and begging. "Oh my god stop it! Noooo!!!"
So they throw me on this sofa, and they all pile on top of me. It's like my cock is everywhere, and I'm plugged up, and I can't close my legs. I'm in a disadvantaged wrestling match against three huge babyfaced jocks, and they're controlling me from the inside.
"Dude, I told you you would like being owned by us," Larry says. He's still tickling me.
"AAAggghh!!! Noooooooo!!!!!!!! HELLLPPP!!!!"
They all look angry, and Larry slaps me repeatedly, He says "FUCKEN BITCH -- I TOLD YOU YOU WERE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK UNLESS WE ASK YOU QUESTIONS!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND -- BITCH?" He is spitting all over my head.
"AH! AH!!! AHH!HH!!!!!!," I say.
"Can I shit him again?" laughs Bobby.
Bobby has the biggest baby smile ever, and he grabs my cock handle, leading me to the bathroom. I can only basically shuffle behind him with my ankles in the spreader. They put me on the toilet. Larry unlocks the plug and takes it out.
Paul lifts up my ankles by the spreader bar, holding it permanently in the air, and Larry spits on my feet, while they both start tickling my feet again. Oh my god! Larry and Paul are spitting all over my head, drenching me. I start uncontrollably laughing from the tickling. I totally lose it and twenty bricks hurl out of me while I laugh my head off while I orgasm. I'm screaming: "Aaaggh! AgggahhH! AAAGGG!!!!" They're all laughing their heads off at me, saying crap like "hey little boy, you should control your shit!"
When I'm done, Larry grabs me from the front, bearhugging me so my gigantic boner rides on his bracesfucker smiile again. I'm still in the spreader bar. His arms and hands are so strong that he can grab me at both sides of the waist, keeoing my boner resting on his bracesfucker baby smile. He holds me up near the ceiling up under the showerhead so it basically sprays right into my butt, cleaning me out. He never puts me down, just keeps me up there, and bearhugs me the same way into the kitchen. I can feel his braces baby smile on my balls as I jizz.
So we're all sitting there, just like that day in the cafeteria. Bobby sits across from me and shoves his foot in my boner and balls, and they're all smiling at me again, like they want me to say something. But i'm not allowed to talk, so I don't.
Now Larry comes back in, and he's got the plug. Obviously he's cleaned it real good, since it's sparkling.
"Bitch, can I decorate you with this?" he asks. He smiles right in my face and says: "Bitch?"
"What the fuck?" -- I don't know what he's talking about.
He spits and drools all over it again, and then shoves it under my nose again, so I'm again forced to inhale his perverted, sexy adolscent spit.
"We think this would make a hot necklace for you," he says. "You won't be able to take it off."
There's a round hole in the silver base, where maybe a padlock would attach. He puts a thick chain through it, and hangs it tight around my neck, then puts a padlock on the chain. It's true, I won't be able to take it off.
Bobby smiles and asks him, "but dude, if we leave that locked on his neck, he'll have access to his butt, and we won't own his orgasm."
Paul has his hand covering my mouth again so I'm helpless to talk. Larry gets right up in my face and asks, "Hey little boy, do you want control over your orgasms back? Remember, you have to answer the way we want or we're gona cause you some major shit!"
Of course, I have no power to talk.
So Larry smiles HUGE, and pulls out a SECOND control plug. He drools all over it, shoves it up under my nose. They're all smiling with huge, pouty wet lips and spitting all over my head at close range. Then they tart spitting on my spasming boner.
"Touch it! Touch it!!!!!" I beg. "AW SHIT TOUCH It PLEASSSSE!!!! I" FUCK! HELP ME!!!
But Bobby just hugs my head tight in his huge biceps, forcing my nose to ride in his baby smile. Nobody is saying anything but I know what's gona happen. Larry slaps my ass hard, laughing and screaming, "Fuck Yeah!," then shoves the the new control plug up me, and locks it up my ass.