Spiraling Down

I had no idea what to tell Nikola. I knew that he was waiting me at home and that he was probably pissed as hell but I really didn't feel like arguing. The only thing I wanted was to take a shower and go to sleep. So, I decided to apologize. He never was one to hold grudges and I knew that the apology will patch things up.

I slowly inhaled and started unlocking the door. I wanted to appear angry because of university and that I snapped at him in the heat of the moment. I opened the door and walked in.

I found him laying on the couch and changing channels.

• I'm back.

He stopped and put down the remote. His lips were tightly closed, his black eyebrows frowned. He didn't know it, but he looked three times more attractive and manly when angry.

• You don't even want to say hi?

-I'm watching TV.

• Come on, I know you're pissed.

He looked at me.

• How come?

• Well, for one thing, you're watching "?????????".

He turned his head towards the TV when he realized what I said and quickly turned it off. I laughed.

• It's not funny.

• It is a little. - I said and walked in the kitchen.

I couldn't make my self apologize; I liked his anger too much.

• And you really don't give a fuck?

• About what? - I asked and drank a little milk from the bottle.

• About me being mad at you.

• I thought you weren't?

He clenched his jaw and quickly exhaled through his nose.

• Of course I am! You're acting like a piece a shit lately. If you don't want me to call you anymore, fine, just tell me. But don't act like I'm some possessive, needy boyfriend because I call you once a day at best. And only when I really need to. - He hesitated. - I stayed the same, Aleksa.

• And I changed?

He was silent.

• What, I don't care for you anymore, is that it?

• You act like you don't.

• And what do you want? To go on romantic dates and boat rides together?

• Don't mock me. I'm just saying that you should act like you care about us. If you still do.

• I'm too tired for this. - I said and rubbed my eyes.

He stood up.

• To tired for what?

• For your shit.

He looked at me and for a brief moment I was sure that he's going to hit me. He swallowed his spit.

• Fuck you. - He said in a rough voice. He took the keys off the table and started walking towards the door.

• Where are you going?

• Out. - He said briefly and left.

I stood by the refrigerator, torn between guilt and some perverted pleasure that I hurt him. I was disgusted with myself.

I took the clean underpants from our room and went to take a shower. He still wasn't back when I fell asleep.

As the days went by, I started to think he was avoiding me. We rarely saw each other and when we did I could tell that he was still mad at me. I wanted to make peace with him but I wanted more to go and see Marco for the weekend. So, I decided to apologize to him after that.

I spent the whole Saturday at home, translating a book. Nikola went somewhere in the morning and I haven't heard from him after that. I got a text message from Marco in which he told me when to go to him. I showered and cleaned myself the way he instructed me. I didn't want to arrive late or too soon so I walked for about fifteen minutes around his neighborhood. Few times I wanted to go back but I didn't. I went to his apartment and knocked.

He opened the door, and this time, he was fully clothed.

• Get in and take all of your clothes off. - He said. He didn't even bother to say hello.

I came in and started to get naked when I realized that he was standing next to the door, still holding them open. I stopped.

• What, you're embarrassed?

I hesitated.

• I asked you something.

• Yes.

• Fine. - He said and closed the door.

I took all my clothes off. I didn't really like that he gave in so easily.

• Come here. - He said and went to the living room.

The carpet and the coffee table were gone and chains were hanging from the ceiling. They looked like those from fetish porn videos.

• Stand here and give me your hands. - He said and I did.

He placed shackles on my wrists and pulled the chain which pulled my hands upwards, above my head. I couldn't move, he made me stand on my toes. He went to the curtains and opened them.

• It's time to get rid of that shyness, Aleksa.

I was completely bared, naked for people in the building opposite of his to see. Panic washed over me.

• No, Marco, please... – started to beg.

• Silence. – He said and I stopped.

He stood behind my back and blindfolded me.

• They can only see you from four apartments and only men, I checked.

His voice was different, softer. He was close enough for me to smell him and my pulse rate quickly went up. He placed his hand on my chest. My heart was beating so hard it almost started to hurt and I knew that he was toying with me. He bit the muscle between my shoulder and my neck. His hand slowly went down and I was so excited I thought that I'd pass out. It gently went across my abs, while he breathed down my neck. I didn't expect for it to be so intimate. He placed his hand at the base of my dick and I squealed.

• Do you want to cum? – He whispered.

• Yes.

• What would you do to get your orgasm?

• Everything.

He started laughing. He stepped back and went somewhere. My wrists hurt and my legs were starting to get tired. I prayed that the men he was talking about went to sleep and that no one could see me.

He came back after few minutes, although it seemed much longer. He got behind me and gently fondled my nips.

• You like that?

• A little.

• You don't like when someone plays with your nipples?

• Not really, they're really sensitive.

• Good. – He said.

I felt strong pain in them. He placed some clips on them, right in the middle of each. My dick started twitching but the pain was awful.

• It hurts!

• But it feels good?

• A little, but it hurts too much, take them off!

He twisted the left one and the pain doubled. I got silent.

• Smell this. – He said.

I did and felt a strong, chemical scent. I instinctively pulled my head back but he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed it forward, forcing me to inhale it.

It went all the way in my sinuses and I wrinkled my nose. I felt waves of warmth surging through my body, increasing in strength. My muscles relaxed and my head got dizzy. I didn't mind the clips on my nipples anymore; they started to turn me on. I pulled the chain like a beast. He started pulling the clips and I quickly inhaled.

• Like that?

• Y-yes...

He slowly played with my asshole and I started rubbing on his finger.

• Please, Marco...

He kissed me. His mouth were full of spit, it leaked from his tongue while he slowly licked mine and shoved his finger in me. I started sucking his tongue. He began finger-fucking me while my ass writhed with pleasure. He broke the kiss and I lifted my chin up. Slowly, he started spiting on my tongue. I felt his spit leak on it and I lost it, pulling my chains like a trapped animal. He pulled his finger out of my ass. Few moments later, I felt something warm, slippery and rubbery on it. He started pushing it in.

I thought that it won't fit, it was too big. It went in slowly. I did my best not to disappoint him, trying to relax my hole. Suddenly he stopped. He began pulling it out and I felt relief. Then he shoved it back, more forcefully. I squealed but allowed him to destroy my ass, progressively harder and faster. I squeezed around it, like it was a real dick. My head was spinning and I began feeling pleasure I never even dreamed of. I knew that I'm close to cumming and I squirmed, standing only on the top of my toes. I never wanted the feeling to stop but my body betrayed me. It began climaxing against my will, strongly and unmercifully. Orgasm, made more intense by the thing he made me smell destroyed my body. My nerves burned with sweet, sinful pleasure. I could not think, I struggled to breathe while it lasted. I was exhausted. I tried to relax when it passed, but the shackles painfully pressed against my skin so I couldn't. I was forced to fight to stand on the tips of my toes, broken and humiliated. I felt like crying.

• Lick. – I heard his voice.

I smelled my sperm. He collected it while I was cumming and he held it near my face. I was disgusted by it.

• No.

He punched me in the nose and it started bleeding. I felt the sharp pain in it while he shoved the fist of cum in my mouth and I had to lick it.

• Thaat's right. – He said softly.

The doorbell rang. He went to open the door, leaving me alone to bleed. He talked to someone whose voice I recognized only when they came in the room.

• I `m not so sure about this. – I heard the coach's rough voice.

• We have a deal.

• Yes, but...

• Do you want to break it?

• No, of course not.

• Great.

• And what am I supposed to do?

• Whatever you want. He likes to be used, anyway. And you don't need to take your clothes off.

• I don't want to get dirty.

• Smart. He almost got blood on my shirt. – He began taking his clothes too.

• You made him bleed?

• I only punched him in the face. He deserved it. Right, Aleksa?

• Yes. – I answered with a hoarse voice.

The coach didn't say anything, but I soon felt his hands on my hips. They were cold.

• Surely I don't have to teach you how to fuck him? I mean, I know you're bad at it, but you can bang him, right?

He didn't answer anything but I felt his finger on my sore hole. I was ashamed of how open it was.

He placed the tip of his dick on it and started slowly pushing it in. It wasn't fully hard and he managed to shove it in. My legs trembled with pleasure of having my hole full and stretched once again. I felt his cock rising. He pulled it out. When he shoved it in the next time, it was bigger and it went inside slower. He was moaning. I think that he didn't expect it to feel so good to fuck another man. He started thrusting and I realized what Marco meant when he said that he's bad in bed. He had a good dick, but he didn't know how to get a rhythm going. I didn't mind, I was glad to be impaled on a cock and tried to clench my ass and squirm to make Marco proud.

• You like fucking a man's ass, don't you? – He asked.

• Yes. – The coach moaned.

• Better than your wife's cunt?

• Don't, it's dirty...

• I'd say it is. I mean, your wife has a good cunt, but she doesn't like dick this much, have you noticed?

• Stop. – There was a faint angry tone in his voice. He began fucking me faster.

• Although, maybe she'd love yours if you fucked her the way you fuck him. Maybe it's because you're not intimidated by him, is that it?

• Shut the fuck up Marco, I'll kill you.

He grabbed me under my thighs and lifted me up. I wasn't standing anymore; he just impaled me on his dick, breathing like a bull. Marco was laughing.

• For that you'd have to stop fucking his ass but it doesn't seem like you're willing.

The coach didn't respond. I completely relaxed, opening my ass as much as I could. It was strange, I knew that he was ashamed to fuck a man but he really enjoyed it. I had no idea how Marco blackmailed him this time but he couldn't pretend anymore that it was only that. He shoved it whole in me.

I clenched my ass as hard as I could and he began cumming. His dick writhed like crazy. He shot few warm, weak loads in me and pulled out. He let me fall down on my toes. I was horny again.

Marco came to me and took of my shackles. I fell to the ground, exhausted.

• You can take off the clips and the blindfold now. – He said and I did. The bright light blinded me. – Uroš, would you like a beer?

• Yes. - Answered the coach.

He went to the kitchen and came back with two glass bottles. They both went to sit on the couch and started drinking beer. I crawled to them and began climbing on the couch but Marco kicked me in the stomach and I fell down.

• Stay down! – He ordered, without any sympathy.

I felt hurt and looked him in the eyes. He watched me haughtily, with an expression of a lazy, smug triumph. In his attractive, dark eyes I saw arrogant, twisted pleasure in humiliating me. He never gave shit about me; he only wanted me to get attached to him so he would completely enslave me. And he did.

• I never knew that he was like that. – The coach said to him. – He seemed like a normal kid.

• He lied to you as much as himself. Now he showed what a filthy pig he is. – He watched me in the eyes while saying that.

• Yeah. – The coach said and drank a little of his beer.

• Do you know he has a boyfriend? – He said, turning his head to him. – Seriously. He doesn't even know that he's being cheated on. – He drank a little too. - It's a shame, really, he seems like a good kid.

I felt a powerful surge of hatred and jealousy in my gut that made my dick stand up again. We made eye contact and he smiled with a corner of his lips. Few moments later, he turned to the coach and they started talking about something else. I sat on the floor like a dog and I didn't dare to jerk off my dick even though I desperately wanted to. They drank another beer each and didn't pay attention to me at all. Finally, after about a half an hour they agreed that they would fuck me again.

• Stand on all fours and lift your ass like a good bitch. – He ordered and I obeyed without a second thought.

He brought me to the couch.

• Uroš, did you wash up like I told you?

• Yes.

• Great, turn around so that he can eat your ass.

• Are you serious?

• Do it.

He did and Marco shoved my face in his asshole.

• Lick! – He ordered.

I obeyed and he came behind me and began fucking my ass.

I never rimmed anybody before, but, judging by coach's sighs I must've been really good at it. I licked the outer part of it first, then, spat on it and started going inside, feeling his rectum tighten around my tongue. The coach was clearly uncomfortable, but he couldn't pretend like he wasn't enjoying it. I tried to do my best but it was hard with Marco's cock inside my ass; every thrust was like a new orgasm. He gave me a little more of that liquid with a strong smell out of something that I finally realized was a little brown bottle and my pleasure doubled. I started pushing my tongue in his ass like mad and rolling it around in circles while he moaned. I lowered my hand on my dick but Marco pulled me by the hair.

• You better stop because you will regret if you climax before I allow you. – He whispered in my ear and I stopped. I felt the shiver through my spine from the sheer power of his voice. I had no idea how long will I last but I prayed that it wont be before he says.

Just when I thought that I won't last, I felt that he was close.

He pulled my head back and shoved his dick as deep as it could go. He came inside me like an animal, filling me with his sperm. He exhaled slowly and pulled it out.

• Stop licking him.

• Let him. – The coach said softly.

• No. Stop it. – He ordered and I did.

He went to sit on the couch and the coach sat beside him with a hard, wet dick. Exhausted, I laid on the hardwood floor and placed my face on it. I felt Marco's foot on my stomach so I looked up. He started pressing my dick and I smiled at him, wanting to cum.

• Don't you dare. – He said and stopped, kicking me lightly.

I wanted to disobey him and spill my seed out of spite. I managed to control myself, knowing that he'd beat the shit out of me. I broke the eye contact and closed my eyes.

• That's right. – He said. – Now lick my cock.

I did as I was told and tried my best to please him.

• Go on. – He said when I thought that I was finished and he continued to talk to the coach.

Not long after that, I felt it rising again. He petted my head.

• You're in luck. – He said and got up. – Did you bring your phone?

I nodded my head.

• Go get it.

I did as I was told and brought it from my shorts. I almost sat on the floor but he stopped me.

• No, on the couch.

He inhaled a little from a brown bottle and gave it to me to inhale it and I did. He gave it to the coach.

• What is that?

• Poppers. Take them.

Hesitatingly, he took them and inhaled a little.

• Now lay on your back. You climb on top of him.

We did what we were told, both aching for an orgasm. I laid face to face with a coach and Marco stood behind me. The coach was avoiding eye contact. His dick was semi-erect again.

• Start fucking him! – Ordered Marco and he did.

His cock got hard and I noticed that he was keeping his eyes closed. He was probably imagining fucking some girl but I didn't care. I was glad to have a dick in me.

• Stop! – Said Marco when coach's cock got fully erect. – Pull it out!

He grabbed their dicks together and placed them on my hole.

• No... – I tried to resist.

• Shut the fuck up. – He said and they started going in.

I didn't like it, it hurt and I wanted them to stop but they held me tightly and I couldn't escape. Just when I thought to tell them to stop, they shoved their dicks completely. All three of us were breathing heavily.

• How is it? – Asked Marco.

• Horrible, it hurts.

• You'll get used to it, like you did with everything else. Besides, you know that your ass is insatiable and that ten dicks wouldn't be enough for it.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax.

• Here. Call Nikola.

He was holding my phone in his hand.

• Are you insane?! No way!

• Call him. I want you guys to patch things up.

• I don't want to do that over the phone, and sure as hell not like this!

I was trying to save the last bits of sanctity of our relationship but I knew that it was futile. I was in no position to make terms with two dicks in my ass.

• I didn't ask you anything. I told you what to do. Don't act like a little bitch; do what you are told if you want us to ravage your insides. The choice is yours.

I hated him for taking the illusion of enforcement away from me. I took the phone and called Nikola. Willingly.

• Turn on the speakerphone – He added and I did.

It took him a little bit to answer it. I woke him up. He was sleepy and a disoriented but with a certain tone of worry in his voice. I never called him in the middle of the night before.

• Aleksa, what's wrong?

They began fucking me.

• I had to call you.

• Did something happen? Are you okay?

• It didn't and I'm fine. I'm at Kristina's place.

• Okay then. What do you want?

• To make up.

• You're calling me at two in the morning to make up?

• Yes. I was an asshole, I know. And I'm an asshole for going to Kristina without telling you and waking you up in the middle of the night but I couldn't go to sleep without telling you that. I love you and I apologize for not showing it.

Marco was right, it started to feel good. I tried to focus on the conversation with Nikola, acting like I was auditioning for the Academy.

• Are you drunk? – He asked suspiciously.

• No. Do you forgive me?

He sighed. The coach looked at me with so much disgust that I had to look away.

• Not right now but I will. I'm still annoyed that you woke me for that and you are an asshole but at least you are a man enough to admit it. And I missed you terribly. – I could hear the sympathy in his voice.

• Are we okay?

• We will be. No go away and let me sleep. – He said and I could hear him smiling.

I smiled involuntarily.

• Okay then, good night.

• 'Night.

I ended the call and let the phone fall to the ground.

• What do you think Uroš, isn't he scum?

• Yes, he is. – The coach replied.

I felt them rubbing in me. Three naked men, muscular, sweaty and horny as animals. They held me tight and ravaged my hole. I felt their mixed smells, heard their moaning and their warm breath on my skin. My head was spinning and I tried to fight to impale myself on them but my legs were slipping on the leather couch and I was powerless and my thighs were weak. The orgasm hit me with full force. It wasn't strong at first but then it got deeper and sweeter and went through my nerves like electricity. It surged through the muscles of my thighs and up through my spine, washing my neck and scull with pleasure.

I lowered my head on the coach's hairy chest and closed my eyes while my dick was shooting loads of sperm on his tight abs. I was fighting for a breath.

He came first and Marco kept rubbing his sperm on his dick and my bowels until he came too. They pulled their dicks out and Marco moved away from me.

I sat up straight and with a sudden rush of shame felt my rectum leaking with their sperm. They ignored me.

• Where's the shower?

• Why?

• To wash up. I'm done for tonight.

• You can't fuck anymore?

• No.

Marco looked dissatisfied but didn't say anything. He just showed him where the bathroom was.

After that, he went to his room and left me alone. I was silent and tried to keep sitting because I knew that I would fall asleep if I laid down.

The coach came back first and got dressed. Just when he went to sit on the couch, Marco came from his room.

• You're still here? – He asked him.

• Well, yes, you told me that I'm going to spend the night here.

• That was when I thought that you we're a man enough to fuck more than two times a night. I don't have any use for you this way.

• But, I told my wife I was spending the weekend with my parents on Fruska Gora, I can't go home yet!

• Well then, you better think of something because you can't stay here.

The coach looked pissed, but he managed to control himself. He got up.

• Well, see you around then. – He said awkwardly.

• Yeah, yeah. – Replied Marco and went to take a shower. The coach left without saying a word to me.

I badly needed to take a shower and waited for Marco to finish. I was all sweaty and sticky from cum. Even I couldn't stand my stench.

Marco got out of the bathroom soon enough, still completely naked.

• You can stay for the night, it's not your fault he's weak.

• But you're not going to fuck me?

He smiled.

• No, I like when the hole is tight and I widened yours too much.

He must've read the expression on my face correctly because he didn't stop there.

• Don't worry; I'm not done with you. Not yet.

I smiled, satisfied.

• Can I take a shower?

• No, I want you to wake up smelling your own shame, so you don't forget how low you fell the night before.

He went to his room and closed the door. I laid my head on the couch. I had no idea what he was planning to do with me but, in that moment, I didn't care. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.