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...the rest of the afternoon passed slowly and...oddly.

I helped them tidy the place up and prepare snacks for what I learned would be a party that evening. I felt nervous at that, not sure of what might happen. I idly wondered if I might be left in a spare bedroom, watching tv or something - I mulled that thought over with weirdly mixed feelings; this whole thing had started because I wanted my first blowjob and had gotten way out of hand. I was finding a lot of it scary, painful, or disgusting, or all three, but there was a deep-seated part of me that found it a huge turn-on, and I couldn't forget that shattering orgasm I had at the hands of #2, and what I'd said. I reddened as I realized that I had a hard-on again.

"Well, look at this", a familiar voice said, "Our little plaything is getting horny." He bent me over at the waist and told me not to move, tapping his fingers in the crack of my ass. It was strangely erotic and I started to breathe harder as he played with my ass, pushing a finger into me, then gasped as he pulled out and smacked my ass and told me to get back to work.

The first guests started to arrive, and my nervousness grew as I was sent to the door to take their coats, wearing only a pair of shorts. I noticed that all of the guests were men, between their mid 20s to one guy that must have been in his middle 50's. That guy slid his hand into my shorts and caressed my ass, and my nervousness increased.

They arranged themselves in the living room in a circle of chairs - eight of them in total, plus the two already there. They were all drinking alcohol, mostly beer, and I was ordered to drink one - a struggle, as I'd never really been into alcohol - and then my "master" pushed me to my knees in front of the oldest guy and pushed my face into his crotch. The older guy put my hand on his fly, and my "master" barked: "Get to work, slut!"

I unzipped him and extracted a fairly big, uncircumcized cock, and, thinking momentarily of the photos that my "master" said he'd send to my family and friends, I started to suck.

Moments after I started, I felt hands yanking down my shorts - I tried to pull off and look behind me but was shoved roughly back onto his cock. What else could I do? I kept sucking, my tongue rubbing against his cock, while, behind me, I felt lube being rubbed onto my sore asshole.

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I was 18 and my dad, mom, and sister were on a family vacation in San Diego. We were visiting my dads old high school friend in a marina where he had a pretty event sized yacht. I never had been on anything like it. Ben, my fathers friend had invited us for an all day trip on it but unfortunately we had plans to go the UC where my sister had an appointment to visit the campus. Ben saw the disappointment in my face and said to my folks that I should go with him instead of being bored all day at the college. Everyone seemed to think it was a great idea and Ben even suggested a few hours of fishing may be in order as well.

So the next morning Ben picked me up at 5:30 am and asked me all kinds of questions but nothing really personal. We picked up a fast food breakfast and arrived at his yacht before the sun rose. He had a two man crew and off we went. It was a 45 foot yacht so not too big but really nice. He showed me all around and lastly he showed me his Captins chamber. Very nice and comfortable looking. Our conversation had been stories of my dad and him and some other buddies. I was very comfortable with him. Ben was 50 as my dad was with a strong frame, gray hair and tanned skin. I was 155# practically hairless, and very tanned as well. As the sun was rising Ben fired up a joint. I was surprised but not shocked. He passed it over to me and I proceeded to get very soned in the early a.m. I went down to the cabin and used the bathroom. My curiosity made me open his med cabinet and drawers and I found sex toys and lubes, gay porn magazines, vials of what probably was coke but I didn't investigate that. At that time I had a few very fun experiences with two men. One was 34 and the other was around 42. Both those men got off on my young age and all we we ever did besides kiss a little was I received BJ's
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Anyway.......after seeing all the fun stuff in his bathroom I was very excited and was ready to be receptive to Ben. Up on the to deck we were cruising at slow pace and Ben asked me if I had a girlfriend. Bingo, there it was. I told him no and that I wasn't much into monogamy at my age. He then asked how I was feeling after that pot. He was proud of the quality and I told him it was excellent and it's a good thing he didn't have an coke because the two of those together always made me become an instant nudist. He stared a t me for a second and then he asked that I follow him. Back in his chamber he opened a drawer of the end table by his bed and showed me a vial of coke. Before I knew it I was I was high on coke and smoke and ready to shed my clothes. He excused himself for a minute and I quickly shed all my clothes and jumped in his oft cuddly bed....
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He came back out buck naked and said if I wasn't naked under those blankets he was going to be really embarrassed. I threw the blankets off so he could see I was a nude as he was. He threw himself on top of me and the underside of our extremely hard cocks were grinding together. We were sucking each other in every and any position we could. The man worshiped my cock and I swear my dick turned to rock. Ben grabbed some lube while his cockbwas still in my mouth and rubbed a healthy amount on my ass and then inserted a finger and then two . He said that he assumed I was a virgin and I shook my head yes. He explained he'd go slow but most definitely he was going to fuck me. I was on my back and I pulled my legs back so he had a target and he hit the bullseye. The discomfort was minimal and soon he was on his knees lifting me while pounding my ass, only my shoulder blades were on the bed. He wasn't huge but he was long and the sensation of the full length running back and forth got me so hot I started jacking myself. Ben took over with a firm grip and a slow tempo all the while fucking me and soon I was in a pleasure zone I thought would drive me mental. I arched my back and soon I was spraying my cum all over my chest and stomach. The sight of this pushed Ben to the brink and before he came he pulled out and rammed his ock in my throat and blew he endless load in my mouth. I swirled it with my mouth open for him to see what he had done t o me. We cuddled or a little but neither one of cocks softened and round two was on...
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I felt panic building as the intensity was clearly ramping up - I had a cock filling my mouth, I felt fingers probing my ass and rubbing on lube, my hands were grasped from each side and cocks were placed in them, and I felt hands all over me.

As my teenaged body was jerked about by the thrusts in my mouth, and then, suddenly, a cock probing my ass, I felt utter degradation - I was less than human to these guys - I was meat, a fucktoy, and I suddenly realized that someone's lips were on my cock.

I felt my cock getting hard, despite the pain of the cock ramming my ass, and I snorted over the throbbing cock on my tongue as I realized that wanting a blowjob was what had led me to my current situation.

There was a wet explosion on my tongue, the guy grabbing my hair and grinding me onto his cock, and the guy in my ass started grunting loudly and rammed his cock deep into me, clamping his hands on my hips, and I exploded into the anonymous mouth on my cock. By the time the stars cleared from my vision, another cock was in my mouth, and the guy behind me was just pulling out.

And so it went for the night - I was gang-banged for two hours before they ran down, then they amused themselves with me for the next few. One guy bent over and had me eat his ass, which caused several more to demand that, then my "master" ordered me to sit on his cock while they discussed me.

"Brothers" he said, twisting idly at my nipples in a way that made me wince "This little bitch will do anything we want him to do, as long as his parents don't find out. If they do, we're all in big trouble. That having been said - he'll be free to use all summer during the weekends and some evenings. I'll make up a schedule and you can all have at least one night with him."

As I listened to them discussing how to pimp me out, I felt utterly ashamed at what I'd descended to. My shame increased when my "master" suddenly pulled me off his cock, dragged me down the hallway to his bathroom, and pushed me into his shower, ordering me to kneel down. The curious crowd, following us, suddenly all grinned as he began pissing on my face. They all followed suit, and I could only kneel there, mouth open as I was told, piss gushing off me, as I thought about the photos he'd taken of me. I was certainly enjoying some of this, but not all, and I couldn't see an way out.

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It was a very weird summer.

The next morning, I went home with the winner of a draw they held. He was a heavy-set guy with a thick, uncut cock who had half choked me during the gang-bang by jamming his cock down my throat.

I lay on the floor of the backseat of his car, feeling nervous butterflies in my stomach. I had been walked out naked early in the morning, a dog collar around my neck, told sternly by my "master" to do everything this man told me to do, and the draw winner reminded not to 'mark me up'.

We pulled into his garage, the door closed, and we were in the dark. I could feel my fear rising at the sound of his heavy breathing; it sounded beastial, like being at the zoo and listening to a large animal breathing after a run.

He yanked me out painfully by the collar, and threw me over the trunk of his car, twisting my arm behind my back hard enough to make me cry out. I heard a spitting sound, and then pain lanced through me as he rammed his thick cock into me without warning, jamming it in to the hilt. I uttered a choked scream, and he seemed to like that, letting go of my arm and grasping my buttocks, pounding deep into me.

I slid back and forth on the hard polished trunk of the car as he pounded into me, his cock feeling as if he was halfway up my intestines. His breathing deepened, and he started growling behind me, his thrusts quickening, and then, finally, the wet explosion. He started swearing at me as he came, calling me a little cocksucker, a faggot, a fucktoy. He collapsed onto me for a minute, his cock slowly sliding out of my sore ass, and my short-lived relief turned to fear again as he yanked me back to my feet using the collar.

He tugged me into his house. I stumbled along behind him; naked, cum running down my legs, wondering what the hell was going to happen to me now...

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The whole day with this guy was pretty nasty, and it was hard to be turned on as it went on, hour after hour.

This guy's thing was humiliation and abuse - I was spat on, licked his feet, pissed on repeatedly, and drank his piss several times. All the while, there was a torrent of verbal abuse.

The one saving grace I had was the strong admonition to NOT mark me up. I'm sure that he would have been smacking me around constantly if he could. I did discover the one abuse that I hadn't suffered yet, that he could give me.

He'd just finished fucking me, with me bent over the back of a chair, and him hammering violently into me. I was sore, humiliated, and still frightened of this guy, when he told me to lie on the rug and eat his ass.

I lay down fast enough, thinking with relief that it could have been worse; my ass was raw from the multiple ... well, rapes, I guess you'd call them. I certainly wasn't enjoying this experience.

My tongue was up his ass, much of his weight on my face, and his strong hands holding my wrists, when I felt his asshole expand on my tongue. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, until I felt something firm and warm pushing against my tongue. No! He was shitting in my mouth!

I "Mmmm'd!" insistently, and I heard him laugh. "Come on, you little slut, something for you to eat! Open wide!"

I was utterly unable to move, with him pinning me in place, and my first thought was to hold it back. I pushed against the stinking mass with my tongue, only to find that his bowel muscles were stronger than my tongue. With a piece of shit pressing against my lips, I resorted to the only defense I could think of, gritting my teeth, and closing my lips.

He let this go on for quite awhile, grunting to push it out further, and I, feeling a firm, warm pressure on my closed mouth. Finally, he said, "Open your mouth."

I did nothing.

"Open up now."

I didn't comply. After a moment, he reached behind him and pinched my nose closed, as I was trying to suck in air.

I was desperate to breathe, and finally did the only thing I could - my mouth opened, and was instantly filled with a stinking fetid mass of shit.

I gagged, and managed to keep it from going down my throat, and could hear him laughing loudly. Thank god, he didn't make me swallow it, but eventually let me spit it in the toilet. As a "reward", he let me clean his ass with my tongue.

It was a long day. :-((

Eventually that Saturday evening, he returned me to my "masters", told them that I'd been "lots of fun", and once he left, they promptly bent me over and fucked me from both ends. I guess they'd been waiting for me to get back, because they were both ready to go.

As I felt the warm explosion on my tongue, I could only wonder what was going to happen to me next.

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The next guy, on Saturday evening, was much different than "saturday morning guy". It was, in turns, much more pleasant, and more disturbing.

He showed up to pick me up, a chubby guy in his late 40s, who ushered me into his back seat and drove me to his home. I could tell, from the photos scattered about, that he was married, with kids, and he laid me down on the bed, spooning with me, and rubbing his hands all over me.

Well, this was nicer than a violent prison-style rape any day, and I found myself relaxing as he gave me a massage. He oiled me up, sat on my ass with his cock in the crack, and rubbed me down, culminating in a finger in my ass, then another, then another. I yelped as he tried to push in further, and he stopped that and started to squirm on top of me, rubbing his whole body on me.

This went on for awhile, then he pulled my head to his swelling cock, saying "Come on, Bradley. Suck Daddy's cock." Well, my name isn't Bradley, and I started to understand what his interests were. He stroked my hair as I bobbed up and down on his cock, saying "That's my good boy."

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It was a weird summer.

One of the guys in the group was a fairly wealthy businessman who hired me as an "intern" for a decent wage.

Every day I'd go to work and spend lots of time under his desk, sucking his cock as he worked. He used to enjoy having me slowly suck him while he made deals on the phone, or even talked to his staff. I always wondered what would have happened if I'd stood up in the middle of the meeting. He did cum in my mouth during meetings on several occasions and I wonder if his staff thought he was having a stroke.

He'd send me over to visit the other group members from time to time, and I'd earn my wages bent over a chair, or kneeling on the floor. Several times he "loaned" me to non-group members, which was scary - I'd ride my bike to an address given to me, and there'd be a strange man standing there with a hard-on ready to use me.

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