Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Pound of Flesh

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Yani closed the door as he was ordered to, and slowly he walked into the room. His eyes glanced around as he slowly made his way to stand before the desk. He could taste the fear inside, the way his body was so taut, so on edge. Nigel was sitting to one side of the desk, his black eyes studying every movement Yani made, only adding to his apprehension.

He had met Nigel back in the summer, and while he was 21, Nigel was at least in his late twenties if not early thirties. Though he didn’t look old, he had the build of someone who obviously had been around. His arms were thick and muscular, while Yani had the typical build of a still young man. Then too, he didn’t work out like Nigel, or like man behind the desk.

His was a party life, traipsing from one bar to another, in search of fun, of sex. For the most party he got what he wanted, but it wasn’t cheap. Drinks were expensive, and most who offered him free drinks, just weren’t generally his type. Like Mr Walingford, the man behind the desk. He was much older, and it showed. He might have a fit looking body, but his face told you he was old.

While he usually managed to go back to his flat with company, it wasn’t because he was some hot looking twink. Far from it, as he was usually the last choice, as he just didn’t have the right look. Oh his body was lean, and hairless for the most part. His face was average, and he knew how to please another man, but nothing he had seemed to make him stand out, except his willingness to spend money.

Money he didn’t always have, which never seemed to stop him. Then there was Nigel, who facilitated Yani’s cash needs. It came with a price, and here he was, finally caught up in the trap everyone who borrows beyond their means winds up facing. It was the holiday season, and he had gone overboard, he knew that now. Even Nigel had warned him, but like most his age, he never listened to advice from those older. Now he was stuck, in a spot he didn’t want to be in.

Oh he had been late with payments before, received a stern lecture from either Nigel or Mr Wallingford, but this was different. He could feel the anger in Mr. Wallingford’s eyes, in just how he sat at the desk. Yani was sweating, as he stood there, head cast down, waiting for his doom. God he hoped it wouldn’t be too painful, as he really wasn’t into pain, least not the kind he imagined Mr. Wallingford was going to dish out to him.

He could feel the twitch in his right leg, as he waited for someone to speak. It was unnerving, to be in this rather Spartan room. There was only the light on the desk, and the walls were brick, their red dulled by age. It was in the cellar of an old warehouse, empty and forgotten. Whatever was about to happen, wouldn’t be heard outside, of that Yani was certain. It only made him more nervous, as he felt both Nigel and Mr. Wallingford staring at him.

‘you owe me a hundred quid’

‘yes sir’

‘you got it?’

‘no sir, I uh, I know it is way overdue, I uh…’

‘I told you last time I wouldn’t accept any excuses, and I meant it.’

‘I know Sir, but it is just that…’

‘I don’t want to hear it.’

Yani stopped talking, his heart feeling like the end was here at last. He knew he should have not pushed it, but the party was supposed to be the Christmas Party of the decade. The money he had saved to pay back Mr. Wallingford had been burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t refuse the chance to attend the party. Spending it and winding up with nothing to show for it was bad enough, facing Mr Wallingford now was a thousand times worse.

Nigel cleared his throat, which made Yani jump a bit. His eyes were wide open, like a deer in front of headlights, as his head swiveled to face Nigel.

‘Mr Wallingford has been very generous to you Yani’

‘I know, and I really do appreciate it, honestly, I do’

‘Doesn’t seem like you do, now when can Mr Wallingford expect his money?’

‘I get my pay packet next Friday, I can pay some of it then.’

‘Not some of it Yani, Mr Wallingford expects to have all of his money.’

‘But that would leave me totally skint.’

‘That isn’t Mr Wallingford’s problem, now is it?’

Yani turned, thinking maybe he could plead directly with Mr. Wallingford, but one look at the older man’s face told him it was useless. He had no choice, really. He felt totally dejected, realizing that in paying all of his debt, he’d have nothing left over for any food, let alone a night out.

The older man stared at him, then he rested his head on the tips of his fingers, still staring. His eyes moved up and down Yani’s body, settling on his face. The eyes were stark, threatening even as he waited.

‘Now Nigel, let us not be cruel. The lad does need something to live on.’

‘I suppose.’

‘Yes, perhaps we can come to some satisfactory arrangement with our young friend here, to say let him have perhaps 20 quid for his expenses.’

‘That is very generous Mr Wallingford.’

‘Yes, I know, don’t you agree Yani?’

He felt himself tremble at the words, wondering just what sort of arrangement Mr. Wallingford had in mind, as he nodded his agreement. There was no mistaking the gleam in the older man’s eyes as he watched Yani acquiesce.

‘Of course, we do need to make sure that our young friend here understands the gravity of this, as well as the generosity of the reprieve I am offering him.’

‘Absolutely Sir, perhaps some disciplinary action is warranted, along with some uh personal gratification, in accordance with the 20 quid gift.’

There was no ignoring that evil grin on Mr. Wallingford’s face, nor the expression that was pasted on Nigel’s face. Yani felt trapped, but in reality he had no choice. While he wasn’t sure what the form of discipline Nigel had in mind, he had a good idea what he meant by gratification.

‘Excellent suggestion Nigel, so young Yani, are you in agreement?’

He nodded his agreement, biting his lower lip, wondering what would happen next. He felt the cold of the room, as he stood there, watching the smile grow larger on Mr. Wallingford’s face. It added to his fear.

‘At last, a smart choice Yani, now you will be so kind as to remove your shoes and socks, then go stand by the chair.’

He did as instructed, and as he came to the chair, Nigel stood up and turned it around, so the back of the chair faced Yani. He stepped aside and walked over to stand beside Mr. Wallingford. Yani stood there, until he hard Nigel order him to remove his pants, then grab hold of the back of the chair.

The cold draft made his legs break out in goose bumps, as he took hold of the chair. Nigel was suddenly behind him, pushing his legs outwards, as well as out from the chair so he was more or less leaning against the chair.

Nigel’s warm breath was blowing across the nape of his neck, as the man’s hand ran down his back, towards his buttocks. He felt the fingers brush across his cheeks, then take hold of his jockey shorts. The hissing words ‘keep still or it’ll only be worse’ only made him fell more anxious.

Yani nodded his understanding, then felt the fingers pulling on the back of his shorts, stretching the fabric up, pulling his penis and balls backwards. It was like being back in grade school, as Nigel gave him a wedgie.

Then he heard the man’s footsteps going away, and a drawer being opened. He didn’t turn around, but stood there, feeling the awkwardness of his position.

The sound of Mr. Wallingford’s chair creaking, made Yani tense up. He didn’t know what was to come next, but he felt the sweat beading up on his forehead, despite the room’s coolness. The first stinging shot that seared into his buttocks made him jump. The pain was running up his spine, as he sucked in his breath.

Before he could even figure out if Nigel was using a paddle or his hand, the second blow crashed into his already shaking cheeks. The pain was even worse, as he cried out, his body shuffling a bit forward, from the force of the blow. The legs of the chair grated across the floor, as he felt the tears welling up at the corner of his eyes.

Yani could feel the warmth from the hard strikes beginning to creep upwards, as the third blow landed loudly across both of his cheeks. The pain was bad enough, but keeping his balance was becoming difficult. In quick succession, Nigel landed a fourth and fifth blow across both cheeks.

His cries of pain mixed with the echo of the blows. The loud smacking sound of wood against flesh nearly drowned out his cries of anguish.

‘Stand up’ the voice commanded, and Yani did as he was told. The pain still was rolling up and down his backside. His legs were aching, feeling the tension of the moment. As he stood upright, he felt Nigel’s hand grab hold of his shorts, then slide them down to a spot just above his knees. Then Nigel pushed his leg between Yani’s legs, pushing them out a bit.

‘Grab your ankles, come on, bend over and grab your ankles’

Doing as he was told, he glanced through his legs, to see Mr Wallingford in his chair. He was staring at Yani, his chair moved clear of the desk. There was also no mistaking the rather large lump showing in his pants either, as he stared.

Nigel stepped back into Yani, his legs pushing Yani’s further apart. The thin white fabric of his shorts was stretched taut, keeping his legs from moving too far apart. His cock and balls dangled free, as he stood there, bent over.

In some weird way, he felt rather excited by it all. He couldn’t explain it as he tensed up, knowing that more blows were to come. Yet at the same time he felt his nerves tingling, as his exposed genitals swayed beneath his spread legs. The blood was rushing to his dick, as he breathed out.

The blows across his bare buttocks made it hard for him to stay still. Each hard whack made him stagger forward, then shuffle back into position. Each hard whack sent pain racing up his spine, and it never seemed to grow less in intensity. He found himself biting his lower lip in between, and attempting to strangle off his cries of pain.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as each blow continued to leave its mark across his cheeks, seeming to never be the last one. In regular beats, they came and made him jump, made him groan, but he kept himself from screaming out. Tears were also dripping from his eyes, as he held onto his ankles. He could see the pools of water, a mixture of tears and sweat, forming at the floor in front of his feet.

He managed to look back a few times, to see Mr Wallingford’s hand rubbing across his groin, rubbing himself while his ass was paddled. It seemed to make it a bit less painful, after the blows had struck. Yani could feel the heat from his buttocks, as it filled his insides. His legs were growing stiff, and each time he was forced to stutter forward, to stop from falling over, they hurt more. No one seemed to care, as the blows continued.

Finally the next blow didn’t come. He could hear Nigel breathing hard, as he stood there, bent over. His legs were trembling as he was ordered to stand up straight. Yani found it hard to do, the pain in his body becoming even more intense. The legs were throbbing, as he stood upright, his arms were drawing and the blood seemed to rush from his head. He grew slightly dizzy, staggered a step or two, then held his ground as Nigel ordered him to turn around.

He slowly made his way, to where he now could look at Mr Wallingford. His expression was unchanged, though his face seemed flushed. A red glow on his cheeks, and the eyes were focused right on Yani’s groin. He felt a bit self conscious, but he stood there, his hands at his side.

The pain from the paddling was still racing up and down inside, he wanted to reach behind, to turn and look at the damage, but he didn’t dare. The silence was pressing, as all he could hear was his own heavy breathing, the panting breath of Nigel, and the occasional wheeze from Mr Wallingford.

He watched as the man nodded to Nigel, who then turned towards Yani. His eyes were alit with some strange glint, as he licked his lips. His head moved slightly as he looked at Yani, from head to toe, then back to the head, until finally settling at staring at Yani’s groin.

‘Jerk it off’ the man said, softly but with a hint of malice. In one hand was a long wooden paddle, the wood tinted by a reddish hue, and Yani knew it was from blood, his blood. He knew his skin had been broken, as he stared at Nigel, at the paddle.

Looking down, he saw his cock, realized it was close to being totally erect. He let one hand move from his side, to hold it with trembling fingers. Yani let his eyes glance over at Nigel, then over to Mr Wallingford. He saw the older man licking his lips, as he began to stroke his cock, his eyes unsure of who to look at.

Yani wanted to spread his legs wider, but his shorts kept his legs closer than he liked. He moved the free hand to help push them down, but the order to leave them was quick and uncompromising. His hand froze then retreated back as he started to stroke his cock.

His eyes moved from Nigel to Walingford, then back as his hand pulled on the hard cock. He could still feel his ass, the way it burned, the way it seemed to shake as his hand moved up and down his throbbing cock. The pain was becoming duller, as his mind looked from face to face, his eyes blank, as his mind wandered back, to other times, to other men.

The rush of excitement was taking control, his legs quivered as his body sought the memories of Buck, of Simon and others. His eyes grew clouded, as his mind flashed images of others, of their hard cocks, their dangling balls swinging as their mouths had worked on his cock, as their cheeks had parted for his own cock.

The eye lids closed, flashes of light began to explode on the back of the closed skin. His breathing was rapid, shallow, his chest heaving, as his hips stuck outwards, his cock throbbing under the blurring strokes of his hand. His balls ached, then he felt the explosion beginning. The tremble of his legs, the slinging up of his balls, then their quick descent as the milk came rushing forward, seeking their route of escape.

He cried out, his head tilted back, as his body shook, then shook again and he felt the hot milk spurt through his fingers, as his cock released its heavy load of cum. His legs quivered, his arms grew more numb, as he saw the lights flash and shiver before him. His body was leaning forward, as the cum flowed then dribbled from his burning cock head.

As he shivered, as his body surrendered to the memories, the heat from his paddling seemed to grow inside. His eyes fluttered, as he slowly let them open, to stare at the blurred faces of both Nigel and Wallingford. His chest was still heaving, as his hand dropped from his drooping penis.

‘You can let him keep 30 quid Nigel, but the rest must be paid, is that clear my young friend?’

Yani sucked in his breathe, as he nodded his agreement.

Just Sex (3)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

There was a strange glint in Tyler’s face. The eyes were narrow, the nostrils were flaring as he breathed in, and Kyle could feel the cock being slid down his cheeks, to be wedged tightly up against his hole. He could feel the sticky cum from Cameron’s ejaculation being smeared down his valley, to surround and mix with the pre cum oozing from Tyler’s cock.

His own eyes were glazed, as he felt his body shake. His legs were taut, as he held them up and above his head. Tyler’s head moved down in between, his eyes closing as Kyle felt the lips press against his, then the mouth open and he felt the teeth nibble at his lower lip, the tongue then darting inside. He tasted Tyler, tasted him and felt his hot breath as it swirled around inside his mouth.

Kyle felt the knuckles of Tyler’s hand up against his cheeks. He felt a hand reach inside, grab his balls and squeeze them, then he felt another hand caressing his chest, tweaking his nipples, while he just stared up at Tyler. The eyes fluttered as he felt the kiss end, as the head moved up and stare down at him. It was eerie to see the lifeless glint inside, then in a flash it was gone.

His body shook, as Tyler’s cock pressed in, the hand holding the cock steady, keeping it from sliding down. The press of the cock head against his tiny hole made him wince, as Tyler slowly penetrated him. He heard his own groan, saw the eyes above flutter, felt the hand on one nipple squeeze him hard, as his body shook.

It was a huge cock, and it spread his insides apart until they were screaming for him to stop. It hurt and yet ached in a way that made him moan, not cry out. His head was bathed in sweat, as the cock slowly pushed aside his inner muscles, slowly made its way along his velvet tunnel, pushing his love corridor open wider. Tyler grunted, as his cock pushed in deeper than the other two had gone, with still more to go.

His eyes flickered a little, then closed tightly as his hands pulled back on his legs, his body aching at the hips, as they moved apart as far as possible. Tyler’s cock continued to fill him, to stretch his very insides, until finally he felt the pubic hairs scratching across his cheeks. He felt the groin pressing inwards, felt his body groan, as Tyler’s huge cock was firmly impaled inside of him.

His legs quivered, as Tyler began to slowly pull back, then push inwards again. It was slow, painful, yet each time he pushed in, Tyler seemed to grunt, the cock seemed to dig in deeper. He was covered in sweat, felt the drops from Tyler’s body, as slowly he began to twist and turn his cock, while pulling it out, then he would push it in hard and fast. Slowly he would pull back, twisting his hips, making the cock twist and jerk deep inside of Kyle’s body.

Long strands of hair swept lightly across his chest. A hand was still caressing his chest, and he knew it wasn’t Tyler’s. Another hand was pulling on his cock, jerking it, as Tyler continued to drive his cock in and out of him. Another hand moved along his upraised leg, caressing him, and he could hear strange sounds of ooohs and aaaahs as he squirmed underneath Tyler’s hard pressing body.

Tyler stared down at him, his eyes blank, his expression equally dull and lifeless, as his body continued to fill Kyle’s ass. Every now and then he would bend forward, kiss him hard on the mouth, then he would lift his head back up, toss it to one side, his hair becoming tiny little whips, that sliced across his body. The hand on his chest began to get rougher, as Tyler began to move his hips faster. The cock suddenly becoming harder and thicker inside, moving faster. The sensation of it burning was making Kyle moan. He wasn’t sure if it was the cock pounding him, or the various hands touching and poking at him that made him groan, but he felt the rolling waves of pleasure inside of him.

His heart was beating faster, his breath coming in short gasps. His chest was heaving, as the cock inside began to hurt, began to move much faster. His legs ached, the fingers around the ankles becoming white from the pressure.

The hard sound of Tyler’s groin slapping into his cheeks echoed in the room. He could hear his gasping breathes, feel his body shaking as his cock drove deep and hard into Kyle’s willing body. He could feel the head swelling up, feel the balls as they struck his tailbone, feel the sweat now pouring onto his belly, as his body began to move with each hard thrust. He tossed his head, as he also bit his lower lip, as Tyler shot his cock hard and deep until it hit his prostate.

The touch of that hot cock head, deep inside made him cry out, made his hand fall to the side and pound the back of the chesterfield. His whole body was shaking, his buttocks clenched tightly, holding the throbbing pole deep inside of him. It was too much, and he heard Tyler scream out, felt the cock inside tremble, then shudder. The cock head was buried deep yet he could feel it pull back, shrink even, then suddenly it was jerking forward, and moving hard.

He felt the vein on Tyler’s cock swell, felt it and the whole cock tremble, then the long hard cry echoed out, and he could feel the stream of liquid moving past his prostate. He felt the cum filling his hole, then gradually encasing the whole cock.

His cheeks clenched together tightly, to try and hold the flood inside, but failed. He felt the weight on top, opening his eyes to see Tyler laying on top of him. His chest was heaving, and they were stuck together by their sweating bodies. The hot breathe on his chest only made him quiver, as he found his arms wrapped around Tyler, the hands spread open on Tyler’s backside.

Kyle lay there exhausted, as slowly Tyler moved off his body. His legs were still shaking, as they lowered, stretched out on the chesterfield. His toes were cramped, his arms numb, as he felt his chest ache, and ache as he struggled to regain his breath. He thought it was over, and slowly he began to lift himself up, when the shouted order to lay back down, to not move froze him.

He glanced over to see the Camera man glaring, to see Tyler over at the table, bending over something. He lay back, as Cameron was suddenly on top of him. His body was raised above, his legs spread wide, as his hand was quickly pulling on his cock. His face was constricted as he continued to jerk on his cock, then he began to moan, his body was trembling, as his hand was just a blur.

Kyle watched as Cameron tossed his head back, then his hand was aiming his cock at Kyle’s face. He felt his body shake, then saw the spurt of cum. It hit him in the right eye, blinding him, making him blink as more of the hot cum splattered across his face. He felt his own chest ache, as Cameron leaned forward, wiping his spent cock across Kyle’s cheek, smearing the splattered cum down his cheek, then across his lips.

‘Suck it’ he heard, and found he was opening his mouth, which was quickly filled by Cameron’s soft cock. He could taste the drops of cum, as the cock was inserted into his mouth, then pulled out quickly.

Tony’s cock was then suddenly inside his mouth, and he could taste the cum from it as well, not to mention smell his own body, as the cock was wiped across his mouth, then slapped across a cheek. He felt his body slowly regain its composure, as he stared up at Tony’s face. It too was blank, lifeless as he moved away.

‘That’s it for now, go shower’ the voice commanded, as Kyle lifted himself up. The light crew were turning off the high power lights, the camera guy was already nearing the door, to leave, his face not looking quite so angry. He glanced over his shoulder at the room, looking almost directly at him. It felt odd, to feel those eyes on him, then it was all over.

‘You are done kid’

Tito was standing beside him, handing him a towel to wipe himself with. He reached up and took the offered towel, and began to sit up. His body hurt, the pain in his ass was dull but there.

‘You can shower in there, I put some clean jeans & stuff on the chair for you. Sam will be waiting to give your cash when you are dressed.’

‘Uh, thanks. Uh, is that it?’

‘Yeah it is, look, none of my business, but can I offer you some free advice?’

Kyle was wiping the sticky dried cum off his chest, and from around his buttocks. He glanced up to see the man’s face, that looked so sad, so unhappy that he wondered if maybe he had done something to offend him.

‘Uh sure’

‘You appear to be a nice kid, when you leave her, go get yourself tested, and if you are lucky, and are clean, don’t come back here, no matter how much you need the cash’

He stared at Tito, as he heard the words. They sounded so harsh, so final, that for a second or two he didn’t quite understand, then it all came to him. The fog in his mind was clearing, the memory of the penetrations began to replay in his mind.

‘I don’t understand, wasn’t I any good?’

‘You still feeling a bit dazed, go have a nice hot shower, then run the cold water until you feel it.’

‘I don’t…’

‘You will, trust me, you will.’

He shook his head, as he slowly made his way to the showers. He did as Tito had said, running the hot water and letting it soak through every pore. He soaped his body, using first the antiseptic soap, then the more regular perfumed soap. He scoured his body, until it was nice and pink, and he could smell himself.

He was thinking of not turning off the hot water, but something in Tito’s voice made him turn it off, to let the cold water spray splatter across his naked body. He stood there turning slowly around, as the fog in his mind began to slowly dissipate. He found himself starting to shiver, and as he reached for the tap, turning it off, his whole body suddenly shook.

Kyle stood there, frozen as the water dripped off his body. He felt a cold chill inside, not from the water as he realized what he had done. The words echoed in his mind, as they suddenly made sense to him. Fear gripped him, as he stepped out and quickly toweled off.

Stepping out, there was some fresh clothes, which he quickly put on. His mind was reeling, his thoughts were all over the place, as he stared around the room. He saw Tyler standing by the drinks, he was bent over the counter, and he knew he was doing a line of cocaine or something similar. His eyes opened wide, as he looked around the room, finally realizing how shabby the place truly was, now that the lights were off.

He shivered, as he buttoned up the shirt, and then slipped on the runners. His eyes moved over towards the door, where Tito was standing. Kyle stared at him, until their eyes met, and in that instant he knew what he had done. He shook, as he understood the words Tito had spoken.

Slowly he moved towards him, stopping as the man opened to door for him. His eyes looked into Tito’s and he saw the sorrow there.

‘Maybe I will be lucky, but either way, thanks, and I won’t be back.’

Tito smiled at him, and watched him go down the stairs, feeling a bit easier in his heart. He hoped he would be lucky, that the tests would all come back negative, but as he turned to look back into the room, he saw Tyler. Somehow he just didn’t think that the all the tests would be negative.

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Just Sex (2)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The food wasn’t the best, but for a guy who hadn’t eaten in a few days, it tasted like dining out at a fancy restaurant. At least it ended the rumbling inside, and the annoying gurgles. Kyle had worried that they would be picked up by the microphone or something, but in the shower scene the running water had masked it, least he hoped so.

Lunch gave him a chance to study the other guys in the room. The camera crew were obvious, as they were the only one’s dressed. The naked one’s all looked bored, yet he couldn’t be more amazed at how they all seemed in a state of being semi hard. At one point or another, they had all checked him out, and he felt a bit self conscious.

Sam obviously knew how to pick them. Tony seemed a carbon copy of Tyler. He was tall, well built and other than having brown hair, he could be Tyler’s twin. His cock was a little shorter, definitely not as thick either, but damn he had some huge balls hanging below. They looked a bit misshapen, as they drooped below his cock, the sac looking rather long compared to the other guys.

Still he had a sort of look that made him rather sexy. His hair wasn’t as curly as Tyler’s, nor as long, but he had a nipple ring. Kyle had been tempted once to get one, but he just never seemed willing to take a chance at it. Pain wasn’t exactly his thing, no matter how short lived.

Then there was the one tattoo that Tony had. It was near his left shoulder, showing a rather angry dragon, done mainly in green, that seemed to cover his entire upper arm. Other than that, he had pretty clean skin. A bit of hair down the centre of his chest, and his legs seemed a bit thicker too, unlike Tyler who seemed almost hairless both on his torso and legs.

Cameron on the other hand was totally different than Tony or Tyler. He was shorter to begin with, and he had a lot more body hair than the other two, together. His eyebrows were bushy and dark, matching his dark hair. You could see the shadow of his beard too, the darker skin where he had shaved.

His chest was also more hairy. Tufts were under each nipple, both of which were pierced. He also had a shiny metal stud gleaming from his belly button, and his right arm had a black tattoo running all around his bicep. It looked like a linked chain, rather dull actually. He had another one on his thigh, again no color to it.

His cock didn’t look like it would be too long when fully aroused, but it did hint at being a thick fucker. His balls were more or less normal, looking rather puny compared to the dangling pair of bowling balls Tony sported. Still he seemed to always be looking around, and it was obvious he was into jewellery.

Not only did he have the piercing on his nipples, and belly, but he had four rings dangling from one ear lobe, and some sort of dangling figure from the other ear. He seemed to have a permanent frown on his face, and his nose was fat and thick, clearly showing signs of having been broken more than a few times.

The eyes made him look angry, and someone not to mess with. He moved quickly, when he moved, as if always on the alert for danger. He kept looking around, the eyes rarely settling on anything, even the small television set that was playing some porn video.

The camera guy returned, slapping his hands together, to sort of silence the room. Not like many were talking, but all sound and talking ended almost immediately. He seemed to still be angry, but maybe it was simply his nature.

He laid out the plans for the next scene, carefully explaining what he expected from them all. Kelly felt rather nervous, as he realized he was about to service all three of them. Staring at the blank faces of the others, he felt the unease growing inside. Tony was up first, and his job was to suck him, until he was hard enough to fuck, while Cameron was supposed to loosen his ass up.

Somehow he didn’t think Cameron would be all that gentle, and being fucked up the ass, even with a finger or dildo wasn’t something Kyle enjoyed. Still, he had agreed. Mind you, after having some food and being more or less cleaned up, it wasn’t quite as appealing. Then, he had to admit, it had never been really appealing. It was the money, and nothing else.

His thoughts were harshly interrupted by the Camera Guy shouting, telling him to wake up and get into position. He had a sort of stunned look on his face, because he had no idea what he was supposed to do. It obviously only infuriated the camera man more, until Tito walked over to him, pointing to the far wall and the lone piece of furniture spotlighted in the glare of flood lights.

Walking quickly he couldn’t help but see Tony snicker, and Cameron’s wicked little grin grow wider as he began to climb onto the ratty old chesterfield. It had a stale smell to it, that almost made him want to throw up, but he held it back as Title quietly explained what he was supposed to. Least someone was being nice, he thought as he rested his upper body on the arm of the couch. He felt his legs push apart, as balanced himself on the couch, so his head hung over the edge, his ass upraised.

Tony moved in, to stand in front of him. Kyle could see his cock, the way it hung down, the big balls swaying a little as he spread his legs apart, to stand directly in front. There was some talk going on but he didn’t turn his head, afraid he’d be yelled at. Then it all began. The word ‘go’ was shouted and in an instant Tony had reached out to grab hold of his hair, holding his head up.

His hips moved and the other hand lifted up his semi hard cock which he wiped across Kyle’s face. It was warm but felt odd as he felt it slap against one cheek a few times, then was pressed over his lips. He heard Tony tell him to open his mouth, and as he did, Tony began to stuff his cock inside.

‘Suck it bitch’ was shouted at him, and he rolled his eyes up to see Tony’s constricted face. The eyes were staring down at him, and the cock was being pushed further into his mouth, as he struggled with the sudden presence of the cocking his mouth. He gagged a little, as he was totally unprepared for such quick action.

It was totally different than being with a john. It was action on cue, not something he was used to, but soon he felt his nervousness lessen. His body began to react to the sex. His mouth was now wrapped around the cock, as he tightened his lips to hold it steady, as it pushed in and out of his mouth.

The grip of his hair loosened a little, as he began to suck on the cock. He could feel it thicken as he let his tongue flick and tickle at the underside, as it moved in and out. His lips tightened their hold on it, as Tony’s huge balls continued to sway beneath his face. Their sound was exciting him, as he opened his eyes to take it in. He could see them moving, see their size growing too, as he managed to get into the whole action.

The loud slap on his buttocks startled him. He let the cock fall out of his mouth to turn his head, to see Cameron by his upraised butt. He slapped his cheeks again, making him grunt, then the hand holding his hair jerked him back, and he felt Tony stuff his nearly fully erect cock back into his mouth. He struggled a little, but Tony’s hold on him was too good.

The cock pushed past his lips, into his mouth and then he felt the sudden press of something cold up against his buttocks. He felt it near the small of his back, then felt it push his cheeks apart, and slide down his crack. His legs grew a bit taut, as the hand holding his hair tightened its grip too. He felt the pubic hairs brushing up against his nose, as Tony stuffed his cock deep into his mouth, nearly gagging him. His mind was becoming overwhelmed, as he felt the huge balls swaying beneath his chin.

Suddenly his ass felt like it was on fire. A sharp pain entered his thought, as something hard was wedged tightly up against his rectum, then slowly twisted around and around, gradually being pressed inwards. Kyle struggled with the hard cock in his mouth, and the pain coming from his rectum. He cried out, muffled by Tony’s cock in his moth.

It didn’t seem to matter, as suddenly he felt the pain growing inside of his ass. The pain was intense, as the hard object began to split his ass apart. His tiny pink hole was resisting, but it was useless. The relentless press of the object only grew more intense as he felt the object penetrating his hole. His cries went unheeded as the cock in his mouth began to push in and out faster. The hand on his head gripped him even tighter, adding to the pain he was feeling.

His body shook, as the object in his rectum pushed in, then twisted around, then began to pull out, then suddenly push back in. His legs quivered, his arms were shaking too, as he struggled to suck on the now throbbing pole inside his mouth. He felt himself crying, or it felt like it. Something wet was running down his cheeks, sweat or tears, he didn’t know. His body continued to shake as the hand on the small of his back pressed down harder, the one on his head also becoming stronger. The pain in his jaw from Tony’s now fully erect cock hurt but it was nothing like the constant pain coming from his ass.

Again he felt a sharp stinging blow on one cheek, then another. The cock in his mouth was suddenly gone, as he began to pant. He was in pain as he felt the hard object twist inside of his ass. Then he felt something just below it, as he groaned loudly. He knew a finger was being pushed into his ass, under the thick object. He cried out, but it didn’t stop the assault on his ass.

Suddenly he saw another cock in front of his face. His eyes glanced up, tears trickling down as he saw the hairy bush come closer. A hand reached out, to take hold of his head, another was holding a rather short but thick cock. There was some white pre cum on the cock head, and the hand rubbed the thick cock across his lips. He could taste the salty liquid, and he heard the order to lick it.

His tongue seemed to obey on its own, as the pain in his ass was lessening. His rectum was hurting, but it was no longer sharp. The hard object inside was slowly being pushed in and out, and his body was stretching to accommodate it, to take it without resisting. Slowly he was beginning to get into it all. The sudden assault had thrown him off, but soon he was licking and sucking on Cameron’s thick cock.

He enjoyed feeling it swell up as he reached out, grabbing hold of it. His tongue moved up and down the shaft, licking at it, then sucking on it. He would put the head between his lips, suck a bit then let his hand pull at the hard pole. The motion in his ass was no longer painful, as his buttocks was spread wide apart, his hips moving back and forth to the object.

Then he felt the object pulled out, felt the press of a warm body against his cheeks. He could feel the pubic hairs scratching at his cheeks. The slap stunned a bit, but he was now used to them. The warm glow from the slap helping to relax him, as he felt the hard cock being wedged between his cheeks.

He sucked on Cameron’s cock, as Tony began to slide his cock down between his cheeks. He could feel the pre cum lubricating him, not even realizing what it meant. His body was trembling a little, eager to take the cock. His eyes closed as he sucked on Cameron’s cock, licked under the cock head, when he felt Tony’s cock wedge up against his stretched pink hole. He felt it push, felt his muscles resist at first, then gradually open to hold the tip of Tony’s cock in their grasp.

His lungs ached, but he tried to control his breathing, to let the penetration be as painless as possible. His body grew rigid as he felt the increased pressure, the cock in his mouth no longer moving, as everything stood still, waiting for that one moment. He felt the press, then with a grunt, he felt it push forward, penetrating him quickly and deeply.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as he bit his lower lip. The pain lanced up his spine, made his heart skip a beat and made him close his eyes tight. Then he felt it rolling through his body, and he felt the cock in his mouth tremble a little. His body was shaking, as the cock drove steadily into his body.

He reached back with his hands, spreading his cheeks wider, to make the entry easier. The cock fell out of his mouth, as he was puffing hard, moaning too, as he felt the hard press of Tony’s groin pressing against his cheeks, driving his whole body forward a little. His head met Cameron’s groin, and he groaned, as the hard cock inside of him seemed unstoppable. Then it just stopped, hardly moving but he could feel it throbbing inside of him.

Slowly it began to move backwards, to leave his hole empty, but just when he thought it would drop out, it stopped and then twisted a little, making him groan. Then it was suddenly driving hard inside, moving in again faster and with more power than before. His body groaned, his mind was lost in a fog of pain and pleasure, as the hard cock pushed in a bit deeper, then once more began to pull back.

The thick cock head was huge inside of him, it made him tremble, sent rolling tremors up and down his body, as it pulled back, then was driven back inside. It was going faster each time, and his muscles were useless in stopping it. His nerves were all tingling, making him shake. Sweat was dripping off each strand of his hair, as he moaned, cried out, still reaching around to pull his cheeks apart, to make the cock enter him easier, to not let it hurt as much as it did.

The sound of flesh slapping onto flesh, made him moan. Then once more his mouth was suddenly filled as Cameron stuck his cock back inside, and began to fuck his face hard. He held onto Kyle’s hair, tight and at the roots, as he kept shooting his cock in and out of Kyle’s mouth. He was moaning too, as his hips moved faster. Just as Tony’s seemed to move faster and faster with each thrust.

He heard Tony cry out, then he felt the sudden emptiness inside, then hot splashes were stinging the small of his back. His body shook, as he felt the cum splattering across the small of his back, then his buttocks. Kyle felt Tony collapse on top of him, his cock resting across the inside of his thigh.

Cameron pulled his cock out of Kyle’s mouth, but as he seemed to move away, another longer and thicker cock was suddenly shoved into his mouth. It seemed familiar as he felt the press of a thick cock between his cheeks. His mind was numb, as the pain suddenly made him cry out, muffled by the thick cock in his mouth. It was a jolt, as he felt Cameron drive his cock into him.

His muscles resisted, but the thick pole sliced past them, ignoring his pain as Cameron began to quickly pound his ass. It was like a jack hammer, the hard rapid thrusts in and out. He had one hand down between his legs now, grabbing at his own cock, pulling on the soft flesh of his dick, desperate to make it hard, to make it cum.

The pounding in his ass only grew faster and faster. Cameron was indeed jack hammering his ass, the thick cock being pushed in as fast as possible. His hips gyrated a little, making the cock shake and jerk from side to side as it ploughed into his body. His legs ached, as he heard the heavy breathing, felt the hot breath on the small of back, were Tony’s cum was dried and sticking.

The cock in his mouth was also driving in and out fast, and hard. He found himself gagging several time, panting in between thrusts, as his whole body was shuddering, shaking to the hard fucking from both ends. His arms were growing numb, as he struggled to remain upright, to take the cock in his mouth, while his ass took the thick pole.

The heavy breathing from behind him grew more rapid, more shallow, then came the hard scream. As he heard the agonized cry he felt the cock jerk inside of his ass, felt it begin to rear back, even as it was being pulled out. The first stream was already beginning to flood out, as the head came free from his hole. He could feel it against his hole, against the insides of his cheeks, as Cameron was crying out.

He felt the thick cock against the insides of his cheeks, felt the hot splatter of cum, felt the pole as it wiped the cum, spreading it across his cheeks. A slap resonated in the room, as his body shook. His body was still shaking, when he felt the cock pull out from his mouth, felt the cooling air over the cum on his back, on the dripping goo on the inside of his thighs.

Kyle felt his body being moved, felt the hands as they twisted him to lay on his back. His head rested on the arm, where he had been resting, sucking on the offered cocks. Now his back was on the chesterfield’s cushions, his legs were being pulled open and lifted up. His hands moved up to take hold of his ankles, as his legs were pushed up and over.

Opening his eyes, he stared up at Tyler.