Jarod becomes the main attraction at the gangbang hosted by Richard, his Daddy. Richard senses that Jarod has more of a submissive side than even Jarod, himself, realizes. Tonight they'll both find out.
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Chapter 12
There sat Steve, Little Marco, and Beast with their backs to us, watching gangbang porn on the big screen. Each of them wore nothing but a jockstrap, each holding a drink, with a cloud of cigar smoke hanging over Beast. It smelled like booze, smoke, sweat, and trouble. And I fucking loved it.
Richard and I stayed silent behind them as they intently watched the screen and after a few moments, Richard cleared his throat to let them know we were in the room. When they turned and it registered what they were looking at, they had a drop-dead look of amazement on their faces. Richard immediately pulled my hand into the air, just as the referee had 10 years prior and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the 2013 Ontario Province champion, Jarod Emerson."
But the cheers I heard from this cast of characters were quite different from the gasps a decade ago. From this group it was leering catcalls followed by "Fuck yeah, stud", "What a fucking body on that kid!", "Hey kid, what you packin' under that singlet?", "I want a taste of that", "I'll wrestle you anytime kid..."
"All right you morons", Richard interrupted. "Can we have some respect for this young man? He literally was the champion of the entire province in 2013. Do you know how much skill, physical prowess and dedication that takes?"
Playfully, Beast stood up and said, while toasting me with the scotch in his hand, "Congratulations young man. That is an amazing accomplishment. Richard, and the rest of us couldn't be prouder". Setting his drink down and using the same hand to rub his crotch, he continued, "But I have something that needs some immediate physical prowess. Get over here boy."
Not knowing if this was "it", I looked over to Richard and he gave me a nod that suggested `yes, we're starting.'
Beast seemed to be a nurturing daddy type, so I was secretly glad he got the ball rolling. I cautiously strode up and he pulled me into him and gently began caressing my entire body. Although his hands were calloused and weather beaten, his touch was incredibly tender. Almost as if planned, Steve and Little Marco joined him on either side of me. Now I had three pairs of hands touching every inch of my body. Over, and eventually under my singlet. Down and up my legs, gently pressing against my taint. Down my back and into my ass crack under my singlet. Up and down my torso, each time lower and eventually grazing against my cock and balls through the fabric of the singlet. Finally, my cock was so hard I was afraid it would rip the singlet's fabric. Marco confirmed my suspicion when, with his hand gently cupping my engorged cock, he laughed, "Nice big wet spot you got there champ. Hope we're having something to do with that."
Before I could respond, Beast put his hand on my shoulders and commanded, "On your knees, boy". I was happy to because I was clear why I was there that night: to submit to these virile men. And I knew how fucking hot I looked in my singlet; nobody could've served them better than me that night. I dropped to my knees and was immediately eye level with three throbbing pouches of meat. Without being told, I dived into Beast's and licked it furiously and gnawed at the edges. "Oh yeah, boy, keep it up," Beast moaned. I licked and lapped from one to another to another, trying to evenly distribute my time. I could tell that under Steve's jock was probably the longest dick I'd ever seen, under Beast's was likely the thickest, with Marco's somewhere in between. I was apparently doing a satisfactory job when Steve said, "Let's lose the jocks, men. I think young Jarod deserves the real thing." As they slid them down their legs and stepped out of them, Steve continued, "Jarod, do Marco first, Beast second. Then you'll be warmed up enough to take this". When he said the word "this" he lifted what had to be more than 10 inches in his hand. I didn't think I'd even get half of it down my throat. I was happy to start with Marco, so I looked to my right and found his perfect, 7-8" cock pointing straight at me from a thick bed of curly black pubes. I opened my mouth, slid my tongue under that straight hard cock, swallowed it in far in as I could and closed my lips to give him what I hoped was at least a decent blow job. I must've gotten off to a good start because Marco soon moaned, "Oh my fucking god. Fuck. Fuck that feels so good. Richard, you didn't tell us your boy was the provincial champion of blowjobs." That compliment only got me hotter so now I wanted nothing more than to please them all. As I was feasting on Marco's cock, Steve and Beast were standing next to me, making out and making sure I knew their cocks were mere inches from my face and next up. I reached up and grabbed one with my left hand and stroked it. It had to have been Steve's by the length. About then, Beast, not wanting to be ignored, gave my cheek a slap with his cock and barked "Boy!". I took that as my signal to pull off Marco and move over to his cock. Damn, was it thick. Not so long that it choked me but crazy thick; it literally filled my mouth. I started sucking like my life depended on it which made Beast purr like a kitten. I could hear his gravelly voice..."Yeah boy, suck your daddy. You love your daddy's cock, don't you boy?" "Hmmmm, hmmm" I nodded with my mouth full. "Daddy loves it when his boy sucks him off. Up and down, nice and slow and nice and deep. You got nowhere to go boy, nice and slow. We got all night..." It then dawned on me that Beast was in the middle of the three of them so now I could suck him off and stroke Steve and Marco at the same time, one with each hand. On my knees, sucking a nearly perfect cock while stroking a cock with each hand, I was in a state of bliss. It felt as natural as breathing.
Then I felt a hand clamp the top of my head and turn it to my left. It was Steve's hand. I looked up to him with fear in my eyes. "I'll go slow", he said. "Open wide." I did and he laid that wonderfully giant cock solidly on my tongue and slid it in and out of my mouth. I tried my best to swallow, but I don't think I got more than halfway down. After several gentle thrusts, I could feel it going a bit further, but I was afraid I was disappointing him. He pulled out, smiled down at my upturned face, gave it a gentle but meaningful slap with his cock, and turned my head back to Beast, saying, "We have plenty of time for practice young man, plenty of time." I felt relieved that he knew how challenging his incredibly long dick was and that he didn't hold it against me. So, I resumed rotating among the three rigid cocks until I heard Richard say, "Gentlemen, I think young Jarod needs a break."
Damn, I had forgotten about Richard. I was so preoccupied with these three slabs of meat that he slipped my mind. But I was more than happy to get off my knees for a moment. As I stood up, the three of them immediately pulled me into a 4-man embrace and kiss. Everything was new to me today, including this. Four sets of lips, four tongues, and four cocks grinding against each other.
But that didn't last long because I noticed Steve and Beast subtly signal each other. Beast walked over to the couch and sat down with one leg stretched out on the couch, the other on the floor and his legs spread wide, invitingly. He motioned me to kneel down between his legs and take his cock in my mouth again. When I reached him at the couch, Steve met me there, put his hands on the straps of my singlet and said, "As fucking hot as you look in this, boy, you're not going to need it for the rest of tonight. We want what's under it." And without hesitation, they seductively pulled it off my shoulders, down my torso and legs exposing my violently hard cock, and finally had me step out of it. Richard was standing right there and made a point of taking it from them. He held it close to my face and said, "This is in your past now, Jarod. Never again. Never again, I promise you." The other three looked at each other as if to say WTF but were so engrossed in the gangbang, they didn't bother questioning what Richard meant. Now completely nude, Steve gently pushed me down to the floor between Beast's legs. "Get after it, boy", he commanded. Fuck this was so hot. I leaned over Beast and started licking and sucking all over again. But Steve wasn't done with me as I immediately felt hands pull my ankles apart and a tongue slide up and down my crack. It was Steve making a meal of my hole. Beast benefitted as well because the deeper Steve's tongue penetrated my hole, the harder I sucked off Beast. Oh fuck, this was sweet.
My jaw was beginning to ache a little so I was relieved when Beast grabbed my hair, stopped my bobbing motion, and said to the others, "Let's do it". He pulled out from under me, stood up and pointed Marco to the space on the couch next to me. "Hey Marco", he smiled, "Want to join your new little friend down there?" pointing to the spot on the couch next to me. Marco smiled back, "Hell yeah, daddy", and dropped to his knees by my side and bent over the couch, exposing his ass, exactly as I was. Beast got behind me and picked up where Steve left off while Steve slid behind Marco and started tonguing him like he had me. Marco and I groaned in stereo as they rimmed us both. The sound of the slurping, licking, and sucking was as erotic as the sensations themselves. Once we were good and wet, Steve announced, "Looks like they're ready". Then it really started. I could feel Beast's beautifully thick cock pressure against my hole. He held it there for a few seconds as a warning that more was coming. And it did. He slowly penetrated my hole but didn't stop to let me catch my breath. In one slow, but steady penetration, he pushed nearly all the way into me. "OHHHH", I moaned. It hurt but felt so good. He went slow but damn it was thick. He pulled out and said, "I think lube is a good idea for this boy. He's still pretty tight", and he leaned over and I could hear him applying himself with lube. "Hey, gimme some of that, Marco's gonna need some too. Nobody can take me without lube," Steve gloated. With that, Beast fingered me with his lubed finger which helped open me up, and once more his world's thickest cock was slowly sliding up into my guts. I looked to my right and I could tell from the expression on Marco's face that Steve's cock was deep in him as well. "Oh. My. Fucking. God." Marco panted. "Oh my god. I can't take it all Steve. Oh my god." "Just breathe Little Marco, you've taken me before." Steve assured him. "I'm over halfway in. Just take a few breaths, you're doing great." Just then, Beast fully penetrated me and thankfully remained motionless letting my chute adjust to his girth. "Oh daddy", I whimpered. "you're so fucking thick. Please don't ever pull out," I begged. That was his cue to start a slow rhythm of in, out, in, out, in, out, each time with slightly more force and depth. "Take me boy. Take my cock. Get used to it because it won't be the last time tonight." At this point I heard a moan/scream from Marco that made it clear that Steve had reached his destination...all the way up Marco. The look on Marco's face, inches from mine, was indescribable. Blissful pain. Or painful bliss. I couldn't tell. My right arm was free so I instinctively reached over to him while still getting fucked myself, pulled him to me and we kissed. Passionately kissed. Our holes were being assaulted; we were in mutual pain and were indescribably delirious. Two insanely hot men were using us for nothing more than to spill their seed inside us. The kiss was our way to share that incredibly feeling. Steve and Beast continued to fuck, Marco and I continued to kiss, until it was clear our assaulters were getting close. Beast said, "I gotta pull out. This boy's hole is too sweet. We have lots more to get to tonight and I don't want to cum yet." Steve replied, "Me too stud. Lots more planned for Richard's new young friend." After they pulled out, they pulled Marco and me to our feet and the four of us embraced again. Steve's long, muscled arms seemed able to reach around the four of us and pull us together. The four of us felt as one. Over Marco's shoulder, sitting alone in his chair I saw Richard, silently observing it all. When we made eye contact, he gave me a small smile and nod, and a thumbs up. "Thank You" I mouthed to him saying. "You're welcome," he mouthed back.
Beast, who had become a bit of the ringleader, took control again and said, "I think it's time for the Darkroom." "Hell yeah" piped up Marco, and Steve added, "Fuck yeah, let's show this boy what we're about."
Dread and exhilaration swept through me simultaneously. I had endured one night in the Darkroom with Richard. Not only had I survived, but I had found it strangely erotic. But it wasn't easy. Now these guys were going to go hard at me. Would I be able to endure what they had in mind? Or would I disappoint Richard. I was about to find out. And despite my hesitation and fear, one overriding emotion motivated me: my desire to make Richard proud. There's no way I was going to disappoint him.
I then felt Steve's long arm around me guiding me to the door, "C'mon Jarod," he said. "We'll go easy on you...kinda", he winked. Then, looking to Richard, he said, "Hey Richard, buzz us in."
Richard buzzed the door open and I looked at him seemingly asking him, "Will I be ok?". He replied with a subtle, but firm nod in the affirmative. He was sending the message to me, `I'll make sure you're ok'. By this time, Steve was holding me by my wrists behind my back, marching me in like a slave. I looked one more time at Richard and he gave me another nod. Damn, I thought, I gotta trust him. I gotta make him proud.
Filing through the door were Beast, Marco, Steve, me (being marched in like a prisoner) and finally Richard. It was lit exactly like I remembered it. Five "stations" of discipline on the perimeter of the oval room and a huge, leather mattress-like platform bed with restraint straps in the middle. All were dramatically lit by spotlights above them; everything else was nearly pitch black, with one exception, a comfortable leather chair off in the shadows. My heart began to pound wondering which, if not all of these devises, I'd be subjected to.
I didn't have to wait long as everyone, except me, seemed to know where I was headed. The group walked me directly to the St. Andrew's Cross and secured my wrists and legs to the shackles with surprising efficiency. Like almost everything I had encountered these previous weeks, I'd never experienced this, but had seen it in porn and, frankly, thought it was erotic. Now, here I am, nude, arms and legs restrained, cock harder than ever, and completely vulnerable. I looked around to find Richard and when our eyes met I sent him a look saying, "Please make sure I'm ok'. Again, he nodded reassuringly.
Ironically, the potential for physical harm was not my overwhelming emotion. I was more focused on how erotic it was to be hanging there, exposed and vulnerable, in front of three horny men who were salivating to use me. I found myself writhing on the cross before anyone even touched me. In a way I felt like I was betraying Richard because I was so intensely getting off this. Maybe Richard knew this about me all along.
Steve then spoke up addressing the room: "Ok team, Marco has a plan for what's next. Fill us in, Marco."
Marco, still nude and semi-hard, stepped up directly between me and the other two announcing, "We're going to have a contest. If the amount of precum that's dripping from young Jarod is any indication" pointing to my cock, "our boy here seems to be pretty....excited". As he spoke that last word, he gave my cock a no-nonsense slap and watched it bounce. "So we're going to have an edging contest to see which of the three of us can get him off. Each of us will have five minutes to do whatever we want to him to make him cum. The winner gets a night alone with Jarod, with Richard's permission of course. But if Jarod holds out, well, we win that way too because then he'll have more jizz for us later tonight when he finally blasts. Sound like a plan, gentlemen?"
Finally, Marco added, "Richard, would you please be the timekeeper. Beast, you're up first."
Beast, wasting no time, said, "You guys won't have a chance after I'm done with him". He looked at Richard, said, "Start the clock", and walked up to me and firmly squeezed my cock and balls with his rough hand. He pushed his face into mine as close as possible and stage-whispered in his most gravelly daddy voice, "I'm gonna make my baby boy cum, aren't I boy?", and he squeezed my cock a little harder. "I know how boy-sluts like you love daddy's like me. Like this baby boy?" and he squeezed even harder. I don't know which I found more erotic...his hand on my cock or his degrading language. "I can't hear you boy", he said as our eyes met. "Yes daddy," I whispered as I began to twist to withdraw from the sensation his hand on my cock was creating. With his other hand, Beast started to carefully pinch and twist my nipples. "How about this slut-boy? How about this? Or this?", pinching and twisting harder each time he asked. I was shocked at how sensual Beasts's nipple play and language was. All I could do was look down at his feet, breathe deeply and pray I didn't cum. The more demeaning Beast's language was, the more turned on I was. Now with his mouth right in my ear he whispered loudly, "Yeah, baby boy, admit it...you love the fact your real Daddy whored you out, don't you? You love having your other three daddy's use you like the slut you are. Tell this daddy how much you love it. Tell me.". For the umpteenth time over the past few weeks, I'm not sure I'd ever felt as turned on as I was at that moment. Beast was the physical personification of a daddy and I had been reduced to a whore. I just wanted him to make me cum there and then. I was his whore. But finally, Richard said, "15 seconds Beast" and I knew I'd make it through the first round. When Beast's time was up, he gently let go of my cock and whispered "Baby boy, you're one strong fucker. Anyone else would've cum in two minutes." And as he was leaving, he gave my protruding cock another serious slap which, ironically, almost put me over the edge. But I caught my breath and waited for #2.
They must've decided the order earlier, because immediately after Beast stepped away, Little Marco stepped up. "Need a little break, young man?", Marco asked. We'll give you a few minutes to let your gonads rest, because I'm gonna make you nut like you've never nutted before." Marco gave me a look that was the opposite of menacing, but I knew he wasn't kidding. They gave me about five minutes to compose myself before Marco walked up to me with a handful of lube and liberally lubed up my cock. That alone got me close to cumming, but that wasn't Marco's plan. I knew Marco preferred bottoming, so it didn't come as a surprise when he stood in front of me, turned around and backed into me, reached down to my cock and pushed it into his hole. "OOOOOooohhhh," I gasped. Marco's warm lubed hole was heaven. Pure heaven. Especially after the punishment Beast had given me moments earlier. His hole felt like a welcoming safe haven. I was afraid this was it. There was no way I could last a minute, much less five. Meanwhile, Marco aggressively was pushing his ass back and forth into my cock. I panicked. I needed to mentally go to another place or I'd cum for sure. The natural dark place that came to mind was my father. Sadly (or happily depending on your perspective) when I went there, it was sufficiently distracting from the glorious ecstasy Marco's hole was providing. "Just remember what a prick your father was, how he humiliated you, how ashamed he was of you. Remember....Remember...' Panting aloud, I asked Richard "How much time remaining?" "45 seconds" Richard replied. I'm almost there' I thought. I can do this' After a few more thrusts from Marco's ass, he heard Richard say "15 seconds" and I knew I had survived. One more to go.
Now it was Steve's turn; were they saving the best for last? I had an idea what he might have up his sleeve (if he were wearing a shirt), and my instincts were right. He had stared at me menacingly throughout the first two competitors. Now he was generously lubing his cock. Steve turned to Richard and snarled, "Start the clock". He walked behind the cross and immediately poked his cock into my hole. "Big, deep breathes, my friend", he said reassuringly. I had been so "busy" since being hung on the cross, I didn't realize that there was a gap where the X met in the middle to make the victim's ass accessible to his aggressors. Since Steve was no stranger to this cross, he had a plan. Fortunately, my insides had plenty of lube and cum from earlier, so he slid into me with relative ease. I have no idea how far he was up me and while it was painful, it also felt like it belonged up there. He slowly continued to penetrate me and then made it more difficult by grabbing my cock from behind and stroking it in rhythm with the thrusts from his cock. I was being long dicked from behind and stroked from the front. `I'm not gonna make it' I feared. I only had one strategy. It was a longshot, but I didn't have a choice. I clenched my rectum, sphincter, and ass muscles down as hard on his cock as I could and spit out, "Give. Me. Your. Seed. NOW". He lost control. He grabbed my bound wrists and, while keeping my muscles clenched, pounded my hole like he was on fire. The more he pounded, the more painful it was, but the harder I clenched. I've never worked harder at anything, but it worked. In mere seconds, he fired his creamy load up my hole. I was just seconds from reaching the point of no return as well, but feeling him release that load signaled I had won so long as I could hold out. Finally, we both heard Richard announce, "Time's up big guy", and Steve let go of my hands and nearly collapsed into me from behind.
"Fuckin' A", shouted Beast. "Steve nutted in the boy. The kid got him before he could get the kid. Nicely done, boy". Marco piped right up as well, "Jesus Jarod, I've never seen Steve lose it like that. You're a monster." He smiled.
I looked into the shadows to find Richard, still in his chair with his hand on his jock-covered bulge, beaming at me. "Nicely done" he mouthed to me. "Thank you, Daddy", I proudly mouthed back.
Beast and Marco pulled me off the cross and Beast pulled me into him and whispered, "Damn, you're one tough stud. Ready for more?" I paused, but realizing I really didn't have a choice I replied, "Yes, sir." I had a pretty good idea what would be next and I was correct. The three of them walked me over to the sling, arguably the most sensual of all the toys in this room, (and one that I'd also secretly wanted to try). I had fantasized about being in one, on my back, arms and legs restrained with my hole ready for entry. Looked like I was going to get my chance.
"You know what to do," I heard Beast say to me. Of course I did and happily complied. I slowly lowered myself into it when, just as I was getting comfortable, Marco grabbed my ankles and pulled me forward so my ass would be even more accessible. Again, with amazing efficiency, they secured my arms and legs in their respective straps. And once again, I was exposed and vulnerable. But I was ready. This was something I had fantasized about, so much so that the mental image of myself in the sling with these three daddy's leering at me made my cock drip.
Wasting no time, Marco knelt down between my legs and went for my exposed hole. He began by slowly lapping up and down my crack and licking my taint with his tongue. "MMMmmmm..." I sighed. It felt absolutely wonderful. At the same time, Beast leaned over my torso and started kissing down it until he reached my cock. When he got there, he slowly took it in his mouth and began sensually lapping. Not to be outdone, I saw a shadow hovering over my face and it was Steve. When we were face-to-face, he said quietly, "You are one strong dude, young man. But you still have Round 2 coming from me in a few minutes. Fasten your seatbelt", he said sarcastically. He paused, looked me up and down and added, "On second thought, no need to fasten anything. You're not going anywhere", and then stepped to the side of my face and laid his cock across my lips. "Good job earlier, by the way", he said. "Now clean it up", he ordered. I opened my mouth and took as much as I could; I was more than happy to indulge him. By this time, Marco had slid his cock up my hole and was slowly thrusting it in and out, Beast had picked up the pace on devouring my cock and now I had Steve's award-winning, cum-covered cock in my mouth. I had fantasized about being in a sling, but the real thing I was now experiencing beat any fantasy I could've ever manufactured in my mind.
"The boy cleaned me up nicely," Steve announced to his buddies, "let's switch places." Again, as if rehearsed, they rotated so that Beast now was between my legs ready to fuck me, Steve over my cock ready to suck me off, and Marco ready to feed me his. "Your hole still had lots of Steve's juice in it. Get it nice and clean", Marco laughed." I went into autopilot because there was so much stimulation I couldn't really handle it. Beast had now had that thick slab of meat in my hole again and I was learning that the Steve's mouth, now engulfing my cock, was as big and talented as his cock was in my hole.
All three of them, now in a sexual frenzy, all talking at once:
Beast: "Take my dick little slut boy, you know you love your daddy's dick in you..." Steve (Muffled, but intelligible): "Bet. You. Weren't. Expecting. A. Mouth. Like. This..." Marco: "Fuckin' A Jarod, suck all that juice off my dick. Use those lips and tongue. Do it, bro..." Beast: "Deeper boy, deeper. Take daddy's dick all the way up that pretty hole of yours..." Steve (Still muffled): "Give. It. All. To. Me..." Marco: "Dude, swallow my cock. I want to feel your tonsils..."
It was insane. I was quickly learning that the auditory was as erotic as the actual physical sensations I was experiencing.
Then, off in the shadows, I saw Richard's silhouette approaching our sweaty, gritty little foursome. I was pleased he'd be there to see this. While the evening was anything but a sacrifice for me, I wanted him to witness my performance firsthand. In no time, he was standing by my feet, next to Beast who was still pounding my ass, smiling down at me and mouthed the words, "You're amazing."
But I guess there was one more round, as Steve (why was it always Steve?) pulled off my cock and announced it was time for Round 3. There was only one combination left: Beast's cock in my mouth, Marco sucking my cock, and Steve at my... 'Uh oh', I thought, remembering how I'd just made him cum. `Will he want revenge?' And he was already rock hard and easily back to his 10+ inches.
"Please use lots of lube, sir," I begged. "I want to take you all but I'm not sure I'll be able to." "Yes, Steve. Go easy on my boy", Richard added, now standing next to him. It was one of the only things Richard had said since the orgy began and I was glad to hear his voice.
Before I knew what happened, Beast's thick cock was in my mouth and Marco's mouth was on mine. But Steve's cock required my full attention. Unexpectedly, Richard leaned over to Steve and whispered something to him, then walked up to Beast who was at my head and said, I'll take over here.
Richard squatted down so our heads were about the same level and whispered in my ear, "I just told Steve to go easy on you. But I want you to try to take all of him. I'm here every step of the way. You just tell me if you can't take it anymore. Ok?"
"Yes daddy, thank you. I can do it with your help".
With that, Richard nodded to Steve who said, "Now relax, boy," and he slowly pushed his cock into my hole and past the ring. He knew it stung so let it sit there until the pain resolved and I began breathing normally again. I looked up to Richard who asked, without saying a word, "More?" to which I smiled and mouthed the words "Poppers Daddy? Please?"
Without answering, Richard pulled the poppers out of his jockstrap and gave me one long huff in each nostril. He gave me a moment to absorb that delicious chemical fragrance then gave Steve a nod to slide it in further. After pushing quite a distance in, he laughingly said, "Ok, that's about Beast's length, so we still have a long way to go." We all knew what that meant, and Beast, now off to the side stroking himself, responded with, "Fuck you big boy. At least mine's thicker than a pencil".
I was flying from the poppers and his cock in my hole felt like the best thing that could've ever happened to me. Steve remained motionless in my rectum while I reveled in the pleasure. By this time, Marco was so intrigued with the show Steve and I were putting on, he pulled off my cock, stood next to Beast, where they stood side-by-side stroking and eventually started making out. This was a show for the ages and they had front row seats.
"Again, Daddy?" I asked. Richard nodded and gave me another couple hits, then gave Steve a vigorous nod. He smiled, and he pushed in another who-knows-how-many inches. With the poppers now working their wonders, I didn't want him to stop. But I knew this was a marathon, not a sprint, so I laid back and let the comfort/pain of his cock in my intestines flow over me. "Now we're in Marcos' neighborhood. Which means we still have a long way to go." He laughed. By this time, Marco was on his knees sucking off Beast, but momentarily pulled off his cock, gave Steve the finger, and went back to work on Beast. The fullness of Steve inside me was indescribable. His strokes were slow, languid, and designed to make me crazy. Clearly, he'd done this before.
I looked up to Richard, nodded suggestively asking for another hit with which he happily complied. That was Steve's signal to push his cock in even further. If possible, it felt even better, but now I sensed he hit my anatomical limit. I hoped he was now fully penetrated and ready to start really pumping. Not to be. "Does that feel familiar, boy? Now I'm in about as far as your daddy has gone." Fuck it felt great. I could feel his cock rubbing my prostate, just like my Daddy had that one evening. Why couldn't this be it? Why couldn't he start thrusting and fucking me like crazy until we all came? "Still got a ways to go".
Hearing that, Richard leaned closely into me again, and said, "You've done great, you don't need to go further". I was nearly delirious now; almost in a sex coma. I'd pushed through so many limits since I'd met Richard, I didn't want to quit. "Keep going", I whispered. "I don't want to quit. But please have him go slow. And please another hit..." I begged. Richard knew I'd need a hit so he fed me more and let a few more seconds elapse before he signaled Steve to continue.
Surprisingly, Steve slowly pulled entirely out of me, which on one hand felt great, and on the other made me long for his fullness inside me. He said nothing, but with some fanfare, applied a huge amount of lube back on his cock. He looked straight in my eyes, and said, "Relax boy, just relax. Your daddy is right next to you." And then he pushed in gently but firmly and quickly returned to where we had left off and stopped. "Take a couple deep breaths, blow them out, and relax. When you do, I'm going all the way in." It took everything in me not to panic, but Richard was now holding my hand and patting my head. I nodded after the last breath and he pushed. "Arghhh..." I croaked. I didn't have enough energy to yell; all I could do was croak. The feeling was amazing. Yes, pain, but the poppers made it tolerable, even strangely desirable, and once it receded the feeling was unbelievable. I can't describe it to this day. Staring at this stone cold muscled black dude who had 10++ inches of his cock up me was an unbelievable moment. And when I was just getting my head around that, he said, "One more and we're there. Tell me when you're ready." I'm not sure I'd ever be ready, but I had no choice. I wasn't a quitter, particularly with my Daddy right by my side. I tilted my head to find Richard's face looking at me for an answer. He got it when I gave him the slightest, yet clear nod, for Steve to go for it.
Steve wasn't blind to what I was going through, yet he had his own desires. His cock doesn't get this far into many and he was ready to erupt inside me. He got in my line of vision and our eyes connected. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushed the last couple inches. All I could do was inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The pain was tolerable and I knew the reward would be exquisite. And, all the while, Richard was by my side. That assured me everything would be ok. He made it all the way in and paused and Richard took the opportunity to give me a couple more hits.
And then I felt the unimaginable....I could feel Steve's balls grazing my ass. I knew he was all the way in. A sexual animal was inside me. All the way inside of me. There are no words to describe the feeling. It was like I was impaled on a telephone post of sexual energy that was radiating electricity through my rectum that spread up into my entire body. And I never wanted it to go away. In fact, I wanted him to start pounding me. I needed to feel even more of him. I knew I wouldn't be able to endure much, but I wanted more. I wanted that fucking he-man who was violating me to take me to my limit. I wanted him to feel what I was feeling. I wanted his seed so far up my hole that I'd taste it when he shot.
But before I knew it, Richard had joined Steve down between my legs and told him, "Thank you Steve, you've worked your magic. Now I'll take over."
Steve, who had been ready to explode, reluctantly acknowledged Richard's leadership role in tonight's events, and slowly pulled out of me. My hole felt emptier than it ever had before. Still flying on the poppers, I wanted anyone, anything back in my hole. I whimpered and bucked my hips begging for more.
But then I made eye contact with Richard, my daddy, and my head cleared a bit. The man who had made all this possible was taking control. I was still ravenously horny, but things always turned out well when Richard took charge. I knew this would be no different.
My daddy gave me a look that said, `Hang on stud, now you're going to see what real pleasure is.'
End of Chapter 12