Lick the pill off his tongue and start earning some cash.

From Create Your Own Story

When you swallow the pill off his tongue, the guy grins, and gets off the bed, getting his jeans off the floor and digging out his cell-phone. He dials a number, and waits for a second.

"Hey, you guys on your way?" he says.

After a moment of listening, he says, "Remember the cute fucker at the door when we showed up? He's handcuffed to the bed right now, and ready to make a movie with us."

You can hear the whoop from your position on the bed.

"See you in ten," he says, and closes the phone. Then he sets about checking the web-cams, and moves the lap-top back to the desk. As you awkwardly crane your neck to watch him move around the room, you see his dick get harder and harder, and your own cock stands at attention, the blue pill hitting your system and making you as horny as you've ever been. Soon you're arching your back and twisting a little at the handcuffs, wanting to jerk your cock, but unable.

The door to the hotel room opens, and you glance over, a rush of embarrassment and shame and horniness all mixed together flushing your face a deep red. The other three guys you saw come into the bar arrive - one is wearing a camouflage t-shirt with the word PIG on it, another is a greasy looking fellow with a goatee, and the third has tattoos all the way up his arms. They all grin at you, naked and cuffed to the bed, your ass in the air like a common whore.

"Guys," the guy in the wifebeater says, "this guy is having a birthday. Birthday boy, these are the guys." Then he stands up, his dick rock hard. "I'm gonna put the gag back in him, now, cuz he's a screamer. And he likes it rough. We're recording, so let's get to it." He re-attaches the gag around the back of your head, and the four men strip, eager and ready to get to work.

The guy with the PIG t-shirt fucks you first, as you are, on all fours and handcuffed to the bed. He rams his cock into you with no warning, and goes balls deep and withdraws nearly all the way on every thrust, using your hole with no consideration for your comfort. It's not long before he's swearing and depositing a huge load deep in your guts. The guy with tattoos uncuffs you only long enough to cuff your hands behind your back immediately after, then rolls you onto your back and rams your ass, gripping your legs high in the air and dropping his seed with the pig's.

The guy with the greasy goatee turns out to have the longest cock you've ever seen, and first he removes the gag while he face-fucks you, and you gag and choke on his long shaft, until ribbons of spit are clinging to his cock. Then the gag is replaced, and he buries himself so far up your ass you see stars, but by that point, whatever pills you swallowed earlier have you completely cock-hungry, and you writhe on his dick, hands trapped under your back, grunting and moaning into the gag.

He blows his wad up your ass, and then the guy in the wifebeater takes another turn, fucking you on your side with rough angry thrusts that make you yelp and gasp for every breath. When his second shot ends up inside you, they drag you to the floor, undo the gag, and put you on your knees, holding the cameras above you and standing tightly around you and making you lick their cummy dicks clean again. Your own cock is rigid and rock hard again, and you're desperately horny, sucking and licking all their dicks in turn.


They fuck you for hours, shooting in your ass, in your mouth, and on your face, always handcuffed and at their mercy, until finally they uncuff you and let you jerk off your cock while they all stand above you, their dicks hitting your lips and their cum slowly dripping down off your face. When you blow your load, it's so intense you nearly pass out, and they laugh, dragging you up to the bed after.

You sign some papers, barely aware of what you're doing, and the first man takes your contact information. Then the five of you collapse into the two beds, and you pass out, one year older, and quite a bit richer.


(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)

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