The sex was hard and brutal. Thug1 fucked me with deep penetrating thrusts, punishing my aching asshole with the rock hard length of his amazingly rigid tool. I took the hard pounding against my will, tied to my bed post like a prisoner, fucked by the drug dealing thug like a worthless whore. I prayed that he would cum soon. His energy was relentless, he had been pounding into me in push-up position for the past 40 minutes, having already cum in me once since his return. His muscules bulged from his chocolatey biceps as he strained to maintain the awkward stance. His face was twisted in lust, as he looked down at me with cold madd eyes. "Take dat dik Bitch!" he'd order every so often, biting his lower lip as he rammed himself in and out of me harder. I grit my teeth, taking the horrable beating from the inside out as his dick punched into me with agonizing blows.
I could see his fat dick pulling out of me everytime he pulled back with his hips, just before he would ram it back in my swollen anus, ramming it in and out of my numbing rectum. His stomach was flat and musculed, his chisled chest shone with a fine sheen of sweat as he labored himself over me. My hole was relaxed, opened by the constant force slamming in and out of me. My body jumped and jerked from the heated thrusts, my insides cringed everytime he would ram forth. My innards were on fire from the constant pounding, it felt as if someone was jamming a baseballbat into over and over again.
"ARRRR...!!" groaned thug1, showing his first signs of weakening. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. I could feel his dick thicken, the girth stretching my anus wider. My mouth gaped open, I was grunting from every pump, trying my best to keep from crying out loud and alerting my neighbors that I was up in my bedroom getting my asshole fucked royally by another man.
"Yeeh bitch, I'm bout ta cum in dis boi-pussie!" warned thug1, fucking me harder still. The bed post was now banging into the wall, leaving holes where the plaster crumbled and fell to the wall base. Thug1's arms began to tremble, as if holding his torso upward were finally starting to get to him. With a mighty yell like an angry lion, he shoved himself into me several more times, then began to hose the insides of my panic struck body with his angry seeds. I looked up into the face of my rapist whos eyes were shut tight, his head thrown back as he screamed out loud with each spurt from his spasming balls. His hot boiling cum burned my scorched innards as it fired deep into me, flooding my bowels with more of his spicy jiz.
Finally spent, thug1 pulled himself free from my asshole. He looked exhausted as he dragged himself out of bed. I watched his magnificently musculed body as he stretched and walked out for the bathroom. Afew seconds later, I hear a steady flow of piss hit the toilet bowl, a painful reminder that I hadn't released my own urine in hours. Without flushing, thug1 came back into the bedroom, -his long flaccid dick swinging limply between his legs. He walked in, looking down at me menacingly, his cold uncaring eyes burning holes through me. He reached down, picking up his pants and fishing out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, then blew out a puff of smoke.
"So, ya liked dat fock, eh bitch?" he asked, coming closer to the bed. He touched my bare ass tenderly, pulling the cheeks apart. My freshly fucked asshole came easily into view. "Mony's a fool for leavin sum good azz like dis." he complimented, taking another drag. "Ain't noway I'd'a left sumthin dis good b'hine." he added, smacking me hard on the ass. He fumbled with his limp dick, trying to see if there were anymore life left in it. I felt my asshole throb in memory of my most recent fuck. I hoped his dick was dead for the night, and groaned wearily when I saw it twitch under his touch. Thug laughed at me.
"Don't worry bitch, I ain't ready ta climb back up in ya pussie juss yet." he said, unexpectedly releasing my bound hands and feet. The blood was slow to flow back into my numbing limbs as I was finally allowed to lower my legs back down to the mattress. Thug began to dress as the color began to return around my wrist and feet, they would tingle for the rest of the night.
"Ya sho ya don't kno where yo boifriend at?" thug asked buckling his belt, the lit cigarette danglin from his lips.
"No." I said timidly, recalling the beating I took earlier at his hands. He looked down at me doubtful, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper.
"Hur." he said, handing me a cell phone number. "Call me on dat when ya see Mony." he said, looking at me strangely. He then leaned forward over the bed, coming within inches of my face. "Or wheneva ya playin wid yur pussie, and wanna feel me slide this thick piece back up in ya." he smiled, before disappearing downstairs and out the door. Seconds later, I heard his car take off from my driveway.
6:30am came with a quickness. My alarm clock rung like a mad banshee as usual. I struggled out of bed, my body stiff and achy from being tied up for so many hours. I stumbled into the bathroom, thug1's load still leaking from my battered and abused asshole from last night's brutal fucks. I relieved my full blatter into the toilet, then climbed into a nice long hot massaging shower. The hot water felt good, and the fresh smell of soap helped to wake me up as I washed off all the dry cum which had tightened up on my face. I soaped my body good, running the thick bar down between my ass cheeks as I scrubbed away all the gunk leaking out of me. Curiously I shoved a finger inside. The hole felt deep and open. Suddenly I slid 2 fingers in, they slipped in easily. The insides were still slimy with cum, I wondered how much still clogged my bowels as it leaked steadily out from deep inside my guts. I slipped 3 fingers inside, then started stroking my soapy dick, -the memory of Thug1 repeatedly fucking me fresh on my mind. It didn't take long before I was shooting my thick load down the drain. I dried off, shaved, dressed, and made it into work, surprisingly on time.
"Good morning Sally." I said to the receptionist as I walked by enroute to my office, the memory of my recent rape far from my brain.
"Oh, good morning David." she said, pulling the phone from her ear. "Your nephew was here." she added, causing me to freeze mid-stride.
"Money... he was?" I asked, surprised. My heart skipping a beat. "What did he say? Did he leave a message?" I asked, stunned.
"No. He wanted to meet with Dan." she said. I froze.
"Dan? Dan Edwards?" I asked, recalling he and Money had previously met once, in my office.
"Yes. He was there awhile." she said, returning to her caller. "You just missed him by afew minutes." Numb, I walked pass my own office, and went down afew doors over to Dan's. I wondered what could the two had been talking about, what kind of business could Money possibly have with Dan Edwards? I tried listening at the door inconspiciously, but couldn't hear anything. Politely, I knocked on the door, until I was asked to enter.
"What's up Dan?" I asked, my voice sounding shakey.
"You tell me Dave." Dan said, looking at me rather strangely from behind his desk. "I got a rather strange visit from your so called -nephew." he added, obviously pissed and confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure how much information Money may have told him.
"Look David,-" he suddenly said in a serious tone. "-is Money your nephew, or not?" he asked bluntly.
"No, he's not my nephew." I answered honestly, hoping that would be the end of my confessions.
Dan looked at me curiously. "He's told me some very unbelievable things about you. About you and Dedra. Things I just can't believe, yet... it would seem to make alot of sense, in a way."
"Oh?" I responded, closing the office door behind me. "Like what?"
"Like how he'd been Dedra's lover, like how you walked in and found him bonning her one day. Like how you and Dedra were fucked at an orgy by abunch of drug dealing friends of his. Like how you've been secretly servicing him for the past few months... sucking his dick, letting him... letting him... fuck you in the ass like a... a..." Dan's voice trailed off, barely able to say the words let alone picture it. I dropped my head in shame.
"Is it true?" he continued, finding the words to go on. "Did you do all those things he said? Are you... gay, Dave?"
"No." I defended. "No, I'm not gay Dan." I defied.
"But you did suck Money's dick? You did let him and all those other men fuck you, right?"
"Yes..." I confessed, "...but I was coerced..."
"What they do, hold a gun on you? Threaten to kill you if you didn't suck dick?" questioned Dan, trying to find some sane reason for my actions.
"No..." I said, knowing what it looked like in his mind. "You just... you don't understand..." I said, falling into a chair infront of Dan's desk.
"Then tell me Dave, I want to understand, really." said Dan, sincerely.
"He... had control over me. I couldn't help it, I just had to do what he wanted." I said, bowing my head shamfully. "What was I supposed to do? Go to the police? Tell them how I found another man fucking my woman? Tell them how he beat me up and then started fucking me too?"
Dan fell silent for afew minutes. "Did you like it?" he asked suddenly. I hadn't been expecting the question.
"Huh?"
"Did you like it when he fucked you?" he repeated. "Money said that you liked it. Is it true?"
I hesitated. Sure I'd grown to like it. I mean, what choice did I have? It wasn't like he would've stopped if I didn't. But I knew how it would sound if I told that to Dan. I really didn't want my colleagues knowing what twisted things had been going on in my house. I didn't know if Dan's questions were of concern, or blackmailing information designed to corporately fuck me over in the future.
"It's a simple question David. Either you liked servicing Money, or you didn't. Which is it?" I was speechless. How could Money betray me so? I was so good to him.
Daniel laid back in his chair, staring at me curiously. His hands fell to his lap. I could tell he was stroking himself by his arm movements. He said nothing, just staring into my eyes with a mischevious lilt. I sat up in my seat, trying to see what he was doing. Curiosity was getting the better of me.
"Do you want to suck my dick Dave?" he suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Money told me how much you loved sucking dick, he told me you sucked his dick over a 100 times. Said you loved doing it as much as you like taking it up the ass. Is that ture? Do you like sucking dick as much as you like it up the ass?"
"Dan..." I whispered, turning my head in shame.
"Come on buddy, you can tell me. Do you like sucking dick?"
I looked back over at Dan, his arm movement meant he was still stroking. "Yes." I whispered under my breath.
"What?" he asked, cupping his free hand behind his ear like a amplifier.
"Yes." I said, abit louder.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I liked sucking his dick." I answered, looking him directly in his eyes. Dan smiled, relaxing back in his chair as he motioned me around his desk.
"Cool. Money told me he was going out of town for awhile, but wanted me to look after you while he was gone. Said he didn't want you to go through dick withdraw while he was gone."
"Did he say where he was going? Or why he was leaving?" I questioned, wondering if he was going to be alright.
Dan looked at me strangely. "He really did a number on you, didn't he? You're already going through withdraw, aren't you?"
I blushed. "No,-" I lied. "-some of his friends came pass looking for him last night. I'm just afraid he may be in some sort of trouble."
"Well, he didn't say." answered Dan. "But he did tell me that he wanted me to take care of your needs."
"My needs?" I repeated, confused.
"Yeah. To help you with your withdraw." he smiled. I blushed again.
"You don't mean...?"
"Yep." answered Dan. "Why don't you come around here and suck my dick for me, like you do for Money."
I slowly got up from my chair, and walked around the desk to find Dan sitting there, naked from the waist down, his pants in a bunch around his ankles. He was slowly stroking one of the longest dicks I'd ever seen. My jaw damn near dropped when I saw it.
"Like that?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear at my amazment. I licked my lips in anticipation. "Why don't you get down there and suck it for me? Show me how good a cock sucker you are." Hypnotized, i fell to my knees on the floor. His dick looked to hugh up close, like a giant chocolate bar, with a slight curve to the right.
I looked over at the door, and felt suddenly nervous. The office doors had no locks on them, and although everyone in the office area knew to knock before entering an office, it was not always done, nor enforced.
"Whats wrong? Too big for you?" taunted Dan.
"No." I answered. "The door..." Dan looked over at the unlocked door.
"SO?"
"Not here, please? Let me do it someplace else... the mensroom, or the parking lot..." I pleaded.
Dan simply reached down and grabbed me by the back of my head. He forcably shoved my head down into his lap, making me take his big dick into my mouth. My protest were stiffled by the huge head as it filled my mouth to capacity. I was in an office at work, on my knees sucking one of my colleagues dicks. I had sunk to a new low.
Dan moaned low. He didn't have a steady girlfriend, and his lack of people skills kept him from scoring pussy as much he would like. Getting head in his office was like winning the lottery for Dan. He closed his eyes as he savored the feeling of my hot mouth enveloping his monster piece, but quickly opened his eyes when he realized that he was missing out on the hot action of seeing me devour his meaty tool.
"I can't believe we're doing this." he said, resting his hand on the back of my head as it bobbed up and down in his lap. I released his thick rod from my mouth, and ran my wet tongue down the side of the shaft, bathing it in spit. When I got to the base, I switched over to the other side, then slowly licked my way back up the other side until I reached the head. Dan moaned and groaned from every movement my tongue made.
Going back up to the head (which was already leaking ball-juice), I took the round tip back into my mouth, and slowly sank down onto it until the head touched the start of my throat. Already Dan was moaning that this was the best head he ever had, which didn't surprise me, given all the dick sucking experience I'd had over the past months. Dan's dick head was pressed at the start of my throat, I concentrated hard, then relaxed my throat muscules, and began to slowly take him into my stretching gullet.
"uuuhhh....." Dan groaned, feeling his dick sink into my throat. Inch by long inch I took that hard pole into my throat, swallowing it down as deep as I could before choking. My eyes teared up, my nose began to run, and I could feel my jaws stretching wide to accomodate him before backing up to the head for a breather. Just then, Dan's inter-com lite up with Sally's voice. Dan reached across his desk to hit the talk button.
"What is it Sally?" he asked, trying to sound normal while I went to town on his dick.
"Dan, is David in there with you?" Sally asked from her receptions desk.
"Yes he is." Dan said, stiffling a moan as I tried throating him again.
"Good. Mister Jenkins is calling for an emergency meeting with the staff, he wants you two in the conference room in 5 minutes." said Sally in her usual tone.
"We'll be there, Sally. Thanks." Dan said, clicking off.
"We'd better get headed over there." he said, looking down at me swallow over half his dick. The head bumped up against my clamping throat, then slid down inside about another inch. Coming back up, I breathed air in through my nostrils, then sank back down on it, -the head now popping through my tight throat ring. Pressing forward, I felt myself begain to gag, so I pulled back, then immediately went back down on it. Each time I did, more and more of his rod would penetrate me. Soon, I felt my nose bury in his hairy crotch, his pubes pressed up inside my nose hairs.
"Oooooohhhh daaaaammmmmn....." Dan said, grinding his hips around and churning his massive dick around in my stomach. I backed my way up to the tip, pulling his stiff prong from the deep recedes of my aching throat. Looking down at it cross eyed, watching it glisten and shine with my saliva. I went back down on it, taking it all the way until my lips touched the thick base, then pulled back up off it, before taking back down in it again. Up, down, I moved my lips, creating a soft, silky, moist, wet, warm tunnel for his dick to fuck in and out of. It didn't take Dan long to grab my by the sides of me head, and start to seriously fuck my face with sharp hard thrusts.
Spit escaped out the corners of my sucking lips, soaking his crotch and balls. I tried holding my mouth and throat open, to let him fuck it as long and deep as he wanted, or needed. I knew with our limited time, it would only be a matter of minutes before someone would be walking in to remind us of the meeting down the hall.
"Damn David, I never knew you sucked dick like this. You're going to have to take care of me everyday." Dan whispered between gasps, watching his dick disappear into my face.
Dan was now fucking my tight throat with long deep thrusts. I nolonger had command of the pace of the blowjob, he had total control as he face fucked me deep and steady. Snort ran from my nose and over my lips as his saliva coated dick rammed in and out of my open throat. I thought I would faint from lack of breath as I began to see stars before my eyes. Dan's dick got brick hard, and thickened in width just before he to shoot his hot rich seed into my battered throat.
"HUUURRRRRRRRHHHHHH!!!" yelled Dan loudly, as he deposited his potent batch down into my belly. I half expected security to come bardging in, thinking someone was murdered what with the way he was yelling. I grabbed onto his hips, as he held me tightly by the head, grinding his pelvis into my nose. My throat balloned outward, as his hot cum continued its journey into my stomach. After awhile, he released his grip, and I was able to pull back, sucking lovingly on the deflating head as I gathered the last of his load from his shrinking penis.
"Oh man, that was good. That's was the best B.J. I've ever had." Dan said, looking totally drained. "No woman's ever been able to take the whole thing like that."
"I'm glad you liked it." I said sheepishly, getting up off my knees and trying to hide my own erection beneath my trousers. "You do realize,-" I said, trying to figure a way to keep Dan from spreading this around the office. "-that I was forced to do that stuff with Money, and his friends."
"Really?" Dan said, un-conveinced. Tucking his long dick back into his boxers and pulling up his pants.
"Yes. They raped me, repeatedly. I never wanted to do any of those things with them." I said, trying to envoke his sympathy. The last thing I needed was someone from work knowing how much I enjoyed dick. I wasn't quite ready to admit it myself. "I'm not gay,-" I continued. "-I'm not really into that stuff I did with Money and the others. I was forced to comply. I didn't do it willingly."
"Well,-" said Dan, standing to fasten his slacks. "-you really seem to have gotten a handle on it. You suck dick like nobody's business. Even swallowed all my nutt juice. And let me tell you buddy, you can't PAY a hoe to swallow your cum. Even the best whores draw the line at swallowing, and here you did without even being told." I blushed. I didn't even think twice about swallowing Dan's cum. Money had indeed taught me well. I was fast becoming a cum swallowing faggot. I was powerless against it.
"I'm sure you'll get used to being my bitch, just as you were Money's." he said, taking his blazer off the back of his chair
"Huh?" I said, thinking I was hearing things.
"Yes. I think I'll like having you suck my cock every morning at work." he continued. "If you could put out for a low-life like Money, then you can put out for me too." he added, straightening his tie.
"Money's no low-life." I found myself defending.
"What do you call the man that raped you and your girlfriend, then forced himself into your home for months on end? Why didn't you tell someone, or go to the police?" he asked.
"And tell them what? My name would have been plastered all over the morning news." I countered.
"Then how can you explain the hardon you got from sucking my dick?" he asked, opening my blazer and looking down at my crotch. "You're still hard, I can see it trying to bust out of your pants." I was speechless. I didn't know he noticed.
"Look, I could care less that you're gay David,-" Dan said, moving over to the door. "-but I do care that you have the best mouth I've ever fucked, and I don't plan on giving that up right now. So like it or not, you'll suck my cock every morning, and you'll keep sucking my cock until I tell you differently. Got it?" I nodded mutely.
"Good. Now let's go to that meeting."