I woke up in a bed, which was surprising since I didn't remember leaving Rachel's dungeon.
My body ached like I had pushed myself too hard at the gym last night, though my workout routine didn't leave me sore in the same places as this. I got out of bed and wasn't too shocked to find myself still naked. I ran a hot shower and slowly tried to come back to life as my brain started feeding me highlights from last night.
I had really lost it there at the end, did I really say all of that? Was it true? At the time it felt very true but here and now, in the daylight, I didn't want it to be true. Had I always lusted after Keegan? Was I a showoff in the gym because I was trying to tease the guys? I mean I didn't do any of that consciously, but the words had still fallen out of my mouth.
I changed and headed downstairs. I expected another huge breakfast, but the dining room was empty, in fact the whole house was silent. I checked a couple of the rooms and then found my way into the kitchen. I was curious to where everyone was, but my hunger was stronger. I found shit for a couple of sandwiches and sat down at the dining room table alone to eat.
This house seemed huge by myself.
I felt like a little kid home alone, waiting for his parents to show up. I had been feeling that a lot lately, like I was just a passenger in this whole trip. That wasn't new though, I had always followed Keegan's lead…
Because I lusted after him?
I shook that thought out of my head and finished eating. If I was going to be stuck here, I might as well work out. I dropped my plate off and headed to the gym. It was empty as the house, and with no cameramen around it looked even bigger. I did some stretches and then started my chest routine. I was going to treat today as day one of my circuit and finish the week from there.
As always, once I started working out my brain just shut itself off. There were no thoughts, no musings, nothing. Just me, my body, and the weights. Time didn't have any meaning when I was in this zone, I became a fleshy machine, just hitting rep after rep, trying for the most burn possible. The whole place was decked out in mirrors, which made watching myself pretty easy. My form looked good, all of the workouts Keeg and I had done before Ezra really showed, I was leaner than I'd been in a while.
I paused and raised my shirt to check my abs, fuck yeah, I was well on my way to being shredded.
Once I was done with the cables, I headed to the bench press and stopped. I just looked down at it and imagined myself being fucked like crazy on it. The way his cock just blew my hole open, the feeling of a real man fucking using me…
I felt my cock twitch and I shook my head again.
Fuck, what was going on?
I loaded up some plates and began my warmup. I wasn't going to be able to push myself without a spotter. Normally I lifted until exhaustion, which meant the last few reps I could barely get up at all. The last rep ideally should be impossible for me to do; that's when you know you've maxed yourself out. But by myself I could still do a toning set and do actual lifting next time around. I focused on keeping my arms level and the bar straight; bench press is more about form than weight most of the time. You see guys trying to throw up insane weight, but one arm is cockeyed, and you know it's a matter of time before they drop that shit. If you can't learn proper technique first, then don't bother trying to move past it.
Keegan had taught me that in high school. I'd been so fired up to get huge I wanted to lift all the weights, but he had schooled me that only idiots lift that way and he'd been right. I had worked up a good sweat and just laid on the bench, wondering how much juice I had left in me.
My eyes were looking at the ceiling as I zoned, and then focused on the bar above me.
No.
My mind was spinning as I kept trying to stop myself.
I rolled back on the bench, trying to hook my legs under the bar like Ezra had done. It took me three tries, but I finally got them hooked. I looked up and saw my crotch.
Don't do this.
I lowered my legs and shed my shorts.
Fucking stop.
Sitting down I rolled back and locked my legs in place again. My half hard cock dangled above my head.
You don't want to do this.
I watched as my cock slowly hardened as I remember Ezra fucking me. I raise my head and feel my cockhead brush my lips and can taste my precum.
Please don't do this…
Feeling my lips turns me on even more which makes me harder and before too long I am licking around the top of my dick. Relishing the feel of my own tongue pleasuring me. I can hear the voice screaming at me that this is gay but I ignore it, because this is just too much. I realize if I push off with my legs I can force my waist down, making a motion like someone is face fucking me.
Like Ezra had me folded on this weight bench using me like a fucking slut, making me service myself because he doesn't touch jock slut's dicks.
I moan at that thought as more precum floods my mouth. The voice in my head wanders off crying as I start to really get into it. I imagine Sammy and his brothers, seeing me late night at the gym, coming over to talk. John pushes me back on the weight bench as Eli pulls my legs up. I beg them to stop but they don't listen. I'm afraid to call out because what if someone comes over and sees this?
Eli stands lookout as Sammy stands up on the weight bench and presses his fucking monster cock to my hole. The smile on his face is pure evil as he locks eyes with mine and says, "Beg me."
"Please, please…" my voice trembles.
"Please what?" He asks.
"Please fuck me." I say in a voice barely above a whisper.
He shoves his cock into me and my head slams back onto to the weight bench as I feel him rape my fucking hole. Fuck this kid's cock…I am breathing hard, trying to fight the pain of him smashing my guts, but I never lose my hardon, because I want this so bad.
Do I?
When he is fully into me, he pauses, my ass twitching around his tree trunk, and once again he looks me in the eyes.
"Beg me."
"Please…oh shit…fuck me…fuck me hard…"
"What if someone comes over?" He asks.
"I don't care, just fuck me."
He slides his cock back a few inches and I feel him smash my prostate.
The memory of that makes my cock twitch in my mouth, flooding my mouth with more precum.
"If someone comes by, we'll just let them fuck you too, that's what you want right?" John asks.
I nod, "Oh yeah, fuck yeah…Jesus…." I groan as Sammy slowly fucks me right.
I am bouncing my hips and my cock is now sliding in and out of my mouth as I imagine Sammy shooting his load into me, John climbing up and taking a turn…and then the various other guys at the gym coming over…standing over me…waiting for their turn.
"Never knew we had a jock pussy back here," one of the muscle heads comments, hearing me whine from his friend fucking me.
"Someone shut this cunt up," the guy fucking me would say, "His fucking crying is throwing me off."
His friend would move over my head and his hard cock would hover over my open mouth, "Come to daddy…"
I would reach up, desperate to suck this stranger's cock, he would pound his cock into me, both of my holes getting owned at once…his friend would speed up as he gets close to breeding me. His other friend choking me as he slammed his cock down my throat, using me, abusing me, just treating me like a hole…
"Fuck I'm close," his friend at my ass would say.
"Me too."
His friend would shoot, his cock engorging in my tiny ass, his moans would set his friend off, firing a loud down my throat…
My cock explodes, cum rushes out of my dick and fills my mouth. I cough as I choke myself on my own load. I lower my legs as I struggle to drink my spooge, my cock still fires ropes of cum over the weight bench. I can feel my load trickle out of the corner of my mouth as I swallow a much as I can.
My cock twitches a few more times, emptying the last few drops of cum I had in my balls. I look around for a towel but realize I didn't bring one. Sighing, I lower my head to the bench and lick it clean. Can't leave a mess for the next guy.
I'm in the shower rinsing off when I hear my phone beep.
Drying off, I check and see that a thousand bucks had been added to my account. That doesn't make any sense. I changed and headed downstairs, hoping someone was around. Sure enough Rachel and Keeg were laying out food on the table:
"Hey pup," Keegan says, and I feel a warm glow in me, "Good workout?"
"Um yeah, how did you know?"
Rachel smiled, "Didn't you get your payment?"
"Yeah, what for?"
"The gym silly, that was hot."
I freeze as I realize they had seen me, "You saw that?"
She laughed, "Honey, I told you the whole house is wired. A lot of people saw that and loved the shit out of it, hence your payment."
People saw that? A lot of people? I felt sick to my stomach…but I also wanted to ask how many people.
"Have to be hungry after a workout like that," Keegan said siting down," Eat up."
I tried to push all of that out of my head and grabbed some food, because I was fucking hungry.
"So, you ready for tonight?" Rachel asked as I scarfed down.
"Tonight?" I asked with a full mouth.
"The Hot Room? Remember we told you it was coming up."
"Tonight?" I asked swallowing hard.
She nodded, "Ezra and yours clip hit and people are eating it up. The reservations are already sold out, we have a waiting list for people who want to join in once people leave. You are going to make bank tonight."
That sounded great and terrifying all at the same time.
"We need to get you trimmed and waxed for tonight, so finish up because we have a lot to do."
Waxed?
I finished eating and Keeg told Rachel we'd be back with a kiss.
We walked out to his car, and I once again felt envy for this beast of a machine.
"You're drooling again," he said with a smile.
"Shut up," I joked as we got in.
"Think about it, you could make enough tonight to score you a ride like this easy if you play your cards right."
We took off but his words didn't seem real to me, "How do I play my cards right then?"
"Ok so there is a list of things they can ask you to do from take your shirt off to jerk off. Each action has a price and as the night goes on more and more actions are added, along with the price. Ezra did one that lasted five hours and at the end the guy was choosing shit that was five grand a piece."
"Five grand? What did he have to do?"
Keegan just smiled, "Nothing he wasn't willing to do for five grand. He walked out of there with 78 thousand dollars by the end of the night. And he was nowhere near as popular as you are right now."
"I'm popular?" I asked shocked.
"Dude, people on the site are fucking dying for you. We've gotten more requests for you in the past two days than any other model we've had. I knew you were gonna pop."
"No one watched my IG streams, what's different?"
He looked at me and winked, "Pup, you have no idea how fucking hot you are getting fucked."
I felt my face redden and my masculinity balk at the statement. I didn't want to be popular for getting fucked! Shit, this was getting out of control, I mean so far I'd gotten off on everything but…
"You're overthinking it," Keegan said as we pulled into a strip mall.
"You can read minds?" I asked him as we parked.
"You're freaked out because you think you don't want to get fucked."
"I don't!"
"You're wrong," he said calmly, "You're absolutely wrong. You," he pushed his finger into my chest, "The real you, loves it. Hell after what I saw this morning, you're craving it. It's the old you," he tapped my head, "That is fucking you up. Let that shit go man. The old you was miserable, a loser, going nowhere. This you, the best you…dude you're a fucking star."
His words swirled around me, but my brain refused to accept them. I didn't want to get fucked, I didn't. I wasn't gay, I wasn't into guys, I was…
He leaned over and kissed me, and I felt myself kiss him back. His hand went around the back of my head and pulled me close, and I felt my body start to react all by itself. When he pulled away, my mouth was still half open, and my eyes closed…it took me a second to realize we had stopped.
"See? You loved that, everything about it. But watch, you're going to start overthinking it and then convince yourself you didn't like it…"
It was like he was really reading my mind as I tried to shrug off my reaction to his lips.
He sighed, "Ok come on man, we have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to get it done."
We walked into a salon whose windows were painted over and Chinese letters painted all over.
"What's this place?" I asked as he knocked on the door.
He just smiled, "This is where we get pretty."
The door opened up a crack and an older oriental women peeked out, "Who is it?"
"It's Keegan Mamma Chan, Rachel called?"
She opened the door wider, "You too skinny! Don't even look like you."
Keegan laughed as we walked in, she shut and locked the door behind us. There was a small waiting area and counter. A tv was mounted up in the corner and it was playing some Chinese soap opera it looked like as a younger boy, still in high school, sat behind the counter playing a game on his phone.
"Mama Chan, this is Sean, my best friend."
I automatically smiled when he called me that as this little old lady looked me up and down.
"He a big one," she said walking behind me, "This too much!" She said squeezing my ass, "Why you need all this?"
I jumped to get away as Keegan chucked, "He needs tip to toe as well as an egg."
She nodded and looked at the boy, "Tell them to get room four ready, and call your brother and tell him we need egg."
The boy nodded and walked into the back of the store, Mama Chan looked at Keegan, "You hungry? You hungry, too skinny. Come on."
She walked to the back of the place as well and Keegan and me followed. There was a long, white hall with several doors on each side. The lighting was low and the whole place just looked weird to me. Mama Chan walked us back to what looked like a small living room almost and painted at a kitchen table, "Sit, we eat while we wait."
We both sat down, and I looked at Keegan worried.
He shook his head, "She's harmless, trust me, this place is the best."
"The best at what?"
He just smiled, "You'll see."
Mama Chan brought us two huge bowls of noodles and broth that smelled fucking incredible. Even though I had just eaten I started to chow down, this was fucking good! Keegan picked at his as Mama Chan took a phone call, talking in hurried Chinese. When she was done, she looked over at Keegan, "they ready."
We finished our food and Keegan led me over to a room and knocked An Asian guy my age opened it and smiled, "K-Man! What you bring me?"
"Sid, this is my best friend Sean, Sean, Sid the miracle worker."
"Why do they call you that?" I asked shaking his hand.
He winked at me, "Cause I make dreams come true, come into my parlor."
He moved and I saw a small room with a chair like the kind you see in a dentist's office. There were trays of instruments and a huge light over the chair, it really looked like something about of Saw,
"What are we doing?" I asked, feeling some dread.
Keegan's hand started to massage my shoulders, "Relax, I would never let anything hurt you."
The words did calm me down some, but not all, I mean this place did look way too serial killer chic.
"So full body and an egg?" He asked Keegan.
"Yeah, he has a hot room tonight."
Sid nodded, "Right on man, cash money time huh?"
I nodded, "Um, sure."
He patted the chair, "Hop up big man."
I got into the chair, it leaned back so I was looking at the ceiling.
"Mom's getting the stuff ready, we might as well start so he's out by the time she's ready."
"Out?" I asked raising my head.
"Nitrous my good man, nothing but the best," Sid said while he adjusted something on the chair.
"Why do I need laughing gas?" I asked Keegan, feeling a little panic.
"Nitrous, they are going to wax you, like…" he looked down at my groin, "It is hands down the most painful thing in the fucking world. Trust me, you want to be out when they do that."
"Why do I need that?" I asked, my heart racing.
"Because viewers want to see your hole and ass, not a bird's nest of overgrown ass hair. Trust me, it will be amazing when they are done."
"You sure?" I asked, wondering if I sounded as weak as I felt.
He nodded and leaned down to my face, "You're my pup, nothing will harm you when I'm here. Got it?"
I nodded and he leaned in and kissed me.
It helped me calm down by a lot.
"Ok. You ready?" Sid asked, standing over me with a plastic mask to put over my nose and mouth.
I nodded.
"Ok," he turned something behind him and lowered the mask, "Count backwards from 100 for me."
"Um, 100, 99, 98," I wasn't feeling anything.
"97, 9666666666666666………"
Nothing.
I dreamt nothing. It was like a long time out where nothing at all happened. It wasn't like no time had passed, when I woke up I knew it was later, but there was just gaping void of how long I was out.
It took me a second to realize Sid was standing next to me, with a big smile on his face.
"Welcome back," he said handing me a glass of water, "Drink, that gas will give you cottonmouth."
I drank it down greedily, my head still spinning a little.
I handed him back the glass, "So are we done?"
He out the glass down and picked up some kind of remote control, "We still need to test it."
"Test what?"
He walked over in front of me, "Suck my cock."
Wow, he just…the balls on this guy. He was a full foot and a half shorter than me and I outweighed him by a buck twenty easy. And yet here was this kid demanding I suck his dick.
"Look man, I don't know what they told you about me but…"
He pushed a button and my entire body jumped. My hips started to thrust upwards as my cock got hard instantly. "Fuck…fuck…wha…fuck!" I cried out as just waves of intense pleasure fucking hit me like a sledgehammer. I was practically sliding out of the chair I was losing it so bad. I was forcing my hands not to rub my cock in front of a stranger, but Jesus Christ this felt incredible!
And then it stopped.
The only sound in the room was my heavy breathing as my heart went at a million miles an hour. It was weird because I knew nothing was actually wrong, but the removal of all that pleasure at once…hurt. I ached for it again, in my mind I could feel something trying to claw its way up, screaming for more…
"Suck my dick," he said again, this time holding up the remote.
I shook my head, no way. I wasn't going to…
Click.
"JESUS!" I moaned as the sensations started again. I was whining and this time my hands did go to the front of my shorts. I didn't care, I needed to get off, badly.
And then nothing.
"Ohhh!" I cried out, "Come on!"
"Suck. My. Dick."
Fuck this…
And the thing that had been clawing its way out of me, burst out of my brain like a fucking alien. I scurried off the chair and went to my knees, my shaking hands fumbling to get his skinny jeans undone. There was a part of me that was disgusted on how low I had fallen, but there was a much larger part that wanted him to push that button again.
Guess which one was winning?
His dick was soft, but I didn't care, I didn't care about anything. I put it in my mouth and started to suck on it, bringing it slowly to life with my tongue as best I could. I felt a small tingle and the pleasure came back at maybe quarter strength, but it was enough. My efforts to get him off doubled as my body understood pleasuring him was a direct line to him pushing that button.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me all the way down on his dick. I'd always heard Asian guys had small dicks, but this guy was choking me with his cock and he wasn't even fully hard. I was out of it, but I didn't care, that thing inside of me was driving me nuts and I wanted more. So much more.
"You know how many big guys like you've I've had sucking my dick?" He asked, "How many muscle studs on their knees, begging?"
I didn't know or care, I just wanted him to turn that dial a little more.
He was fully hard now and there were tears in my eyes from his dick choking my throat. This kid was completely debasing me, and I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. I was already forcing myself down on his dick for more pleasure, I could hear the strangled whimpers coming from my throat as I felt my body crying out for more.
What had this kid done to me?
He pushed my head back and I was horrified to feel my tongue reach out as if my mouth was trying to get back into his cock. He looked down at me with a cruel smile, "You want more?" He asked.
I shook my head quickly.
"My balls," was all he said.
I began to lick under his ballsac and I felt the tingle again, so small, so distant…but it was there so I licked harder. I lavished this guy's testicles with all my strength, he moaned as I worked each one in my mouth, practically whining for more as he slowly moved the dial.
And then nothing.
"What?" I called out, panicked.
"Get naked and sit on the chair," he said, kicking his jeans off.
I hesitated for a second, only a second as my mind balked at the thought of getting fucked by this kid.
"Now," he said, turning the dial slightly. I felt my knees weaken and I pulled my pants off and climbed up on the chair naked.
He leaned the chair back and he put my feet into stirrups and locked them down. He spread them and I felt the cold air rush to my exposed ass, he climbed up and grinned.
"You're gonna love this," he promised, grabbing the shaft of his cock and pressing it against my hole.
"You don't have any lube?" I asked worried, he wasn't exactly small.
"Oh, you won't need it baby…trust me…"
He pushed into me, and I felt my hole start to fight, the bulbous head of his cock stretching my jock hole to its limits…
"FUCK!" I cried out, "IT BURNS!"
"Take a deep breath…" he said, his cock still trying to breach my ass.
I did as he said, and inhaled…
He hit the dial and I felt the buzz inside me hit me hard, I let out a gasp as my ass relaxed, his whole cock sliding into me with one movement. I expected pain, I expected fucking lava, but instead as he shoved his dick into me, I felt his cock press against my walls, intensifying the buzz a thousand times.
My eyes rolled back, and I felt all fucking resistance just flee.
"Oh fuck yeah…" I moaned, trying my level best to push back onto his cock, but the chair had me locked down. I wasn't a participant in this at all, I was a hole, a fucking receptacle for his seed and nothing more. And normally I would have complained but the fucking pleasure coursing through my body at this moment was too much. If this was what being a hole felt like…I wanted to be one all the time.
He buried his eight inches into me and held it there, his fucking thick shaft filling my ass out completely. The buzz hit his cock and then echoed through my body, I heard myself whining as he just held it there, making my entire hole sing.
"You like that?" He asked, "Big fucking jock like the little Asian boy's cock?"
I nodded and I felt the buzz diminish, I looked up at him in panic.
"I asked you a question."
"I love it," I blurted out, "I fucking love you cock…please…" the words shocking the hell out of me. I sounded so desperate, so hungry…was that me?
I felt the buzz intensify and my pleading did as well.
"Your fucking cock, oh god this cock…please…fuck me…fuck me…"
He chuckled. "All you muscle boys are sluts," he said as he pulled his cock back and began to fuck me.
The impact as he bottomed out in me was insane, it was like a pleasure bomb going off in my ass, each one making me more and more horny. He had my legs spread, my pussy open, and he was just grudge fucking me like there was no tomorrow…and I was begging for him to hit me harder.
"Oh fuck yeah…shit…harder…please…" I called out.
"Fucking cunt…how bad you need cock?"
"So bad…so fucking bad…unf…shit…" I called out as my cock spit up a glob of precum.
"Yeah you all the same, talk your shit, strut around like your hot shit…but when you get my dick in your pussy…you become a little kitty cat…right? You my little pussy?"
I nodded but even as I did it, I knew that wasn't what he wanted.
"I am, I'm your pussy…oh fuck…shit…faster…faster…" I begged, feeling myself getting closer to cumming without ever touching my cock. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. This wasn't sex, this was something altogether more. There was something in me that was just screaming for more cock, faster cock…harder cock…
"Fucking American clown," he raged, slamming into me with a vengeance, "You thought I had a small dick didn't you? You thought you were better than me…who's fucking better than you? Who owns your ass?"
I could feel the drool sliding down my cheek, "You…oh god you do…please…please…" I begged, feeling his cock lift me higher and higher.
"If I tell you to drop to all fours…what you do?"
"Drop sir…oh fuck…"
"You present your pussy wherever we are, you got that? You obey me?"
I nodded mutely, feeling my cock get close to cumming, his cock making me delirious now.
"You my dog…my fucking bitch…"
"I'm your bitch…I'm a bitch…" I mumbled, no longer able to really form words.
He paused, and I looked up at him dazed, not sure what had happened.
"Stay there," he said with a grin, because he knew I couldn't get up if I wanted to. He slid out of me and stood and opened the door and started speaking Chinese to someone.
The buzz was still moving though my body, making every part of me hungry, horny, just desperate…
"You met Phong," Sid says. I look over and I see the fucking kid that was behind the counter!
"Wha?" I begin to protest, and he turns the dial down.
"No!" I cry out suddenly.
"Get naked," he says to his little brother, who starts shedding his clothes.
"Beg my brother to fuck you," Sid commands.
My mind hard freezes and the dial goes down more.
"Can't you just keep fucking me?" I ask, hating how weak I sound.
"Beg my little brother to fuck you."
I look over at the kid, his cock is hard, and he is looking at me like I am a thanksgiving meal. He's skinny as hell, no muscle, no mass, this is someone's paper boy, this is the kid who bags your groceries, this wasn't a stud or someone bigger than me. This was a fucking kid…
"Please fuck me," I ask in a low voice.
The kid smiles and climbs up on the chair, I feel the shame on my face as he shoved his cock into me.
And the dial is turned.
"Oh shit…" I whine as this kid starts to fuck me.
He has no talent, no rhythm, he is just a kid shoving his cock into something warm, he doesn't know or care how to do it properly. All he knows is he has some muscle-bound college guy spreading his legs for him and the more he fucks me the more I beg him.
"Oh yeah…fuck yeah…shit…" I cry out, feeling the dial go further and further. Every time his cock stabs the side of my ass, the vibrations bounce around and I feel my cock lurch harder and harder.
"Shit man," the kid says panting, "Fucking hot ass."
"Pussy," Sid corrects him, "That's a jock pussy."
The kid gives me an evil smile, "That your pussy? You like me fucking your pussy?"
I nod and close my eyes as I feel my cock throb again, "Shit yeah…fuck…oh right there…"
"You like this shit?" Sid asks me, "You like getting fucked by a kid?"
I groan in shame but the fucking ecstasy I am in prevents it from doing anything. All I can do is nod and whine like a fucking bitch.
"I can make you cum," the kids growled, "Make you cum like a fucking cunt…"
He thrust three times, each one making me grunt from the impact.
"Fucking…cum…NOW!" He screamed and I felt the buzz push me over the edge.
My cock began to spray cum everywhere as my ass clamped down on his dick. I could hear him cuss as he began to shoot up in me as I lost my ever-loving mind from his thrusts. I called out to God, to Jesus, to my father…to anyone who would listen. I came and came and came, my mind just going into a fog as my entire body shook from my orgasm.
He kept thrusting into me, I could feel him fill my jock hole with what felt like gallons of cum. He made sure every drop was emptied into me before he stopped, Sid turning the buzz down slowly, as his little brother slid his cock out of me.
It felt like my whole body was vibrating still, I just laid there, legs spread, cum draining from my ass as he got up and wiped his cock off.
"Yeah, that looks like it's working…" he said with a smile…as I closed my eyes and drifted off.
Fucking smile plastered on my face.