"I'm okay, that Butt Sex has me looped."
From Create Your Own Story
In the van ride to the hotel, whatever mix of drugs they swallowed hits their system, and the pig and the guy in the wifebeater, between whom you're wedged in the front of the van, grab at your crotch and ass the entire way. When he pulls into the hotel parking lot, the guy in the wifebeater nearly hits the parking median, and the pig laughs as you all get out of the van. Their hotel room is the furthest from the office in a sleazy motel strip layout.
The three of you get inside, and before you're even all the way in, the two guys are shucking their shirts and undoing their jeans. You stumble a bit getting your jeans off and when you straighten up, your cock stands out at attention. The door opens again, and the other two guys come in. The guy with the tattoos has already lost his shirt, and the guy with the goatee quickly follows suit.
"Now," the guy who used to be wearing the wifebeater says, "tied up and gang-banged, eh?" He grips your shoulders and pushes you over onto the bed, where you fall back with a kind of nervous laugh. Soon the four men have gathered around you, and from one of the many bags scattered in the room, they've gotten handcuffs and a rope. The tattooed guy plants his knees under your arm pits, kneeling over you, and takes your hands above your head. He cuffs your hands together and threads a rope through the headboard of the hotel bed, tying them in place. He grins down at you and gives your face a light slap with one hand, just enough to make you shiver.
The four men then gather around the bed - the tattooed guy and goateed guy finish stripping - the latter has one of the longest cocks you've ever seen.
"If you want to stop," the goateed guy says, leaning close to your ear, "the safety word is 'Fuck me harder, please!'"
The men laugh. You let out a chuckle, and writhe a little on the bed. Your cock is rock hard, and you feel like your skin is on fire. You've never been this horny in your life! "Fuck," you moan. They laugh again.
The guy who had the wifebeater moves around the room for a while - from your vantage point, you can't quite see, and the other three men rub at your legs, or chest, or flick a nipple with one hand. Soon you're making low noises in your throat, and your dick is rock hard and aimed at the sky.
"All set," the voice of the guy who had the wifebeater says.
"Me first!" the pig says, and crawls onto the bed. He grabs your legs and raises them high, aiming his hard cock at your hole.
"Here," the tattooed guy says, and squirts something on your ass and the pig's dick from what looks like a spray-can. You glance at it, and see that it's some sort of cooking oil.
"Fuck yeah!" the pig says, and shoves into you wildly. You roll your head back and grunt - everything feels so fucking awesome. The pig moves directly into pounding your ass, and shifts as the guy in the wifebeater - who has now taken it off, you realize - straddles your face and rubs his balls into your lips.
You're just about to suck them into your mouth when you hear a familiar ringing sound from near the door. There's laughter, and you turn your head in time to see the guy with the black goatee lift your jeans and get your cell phone out of the pocket.
"Just leave it," you say. He drops the phone, and then the wifebeater guy's balls are in your mouth and you're sucking them.
The pig starts to ram you something fierce, and you feel your back arch as his dick slams your hole deep. You grunt into the other man's cock.
The guy with tattoos moves behind the pig and puts his hands on the pigs shoulders. "Fuck him!" he says. "Fuck him! Fuck him!"
Soon the guy with the goatee picks up the chant, and the pigs thrusts slam into your ass faster and faster. He cums with an extended grunt, and your ass fills with heat.
"Go!" the guy with the goatee says, tapping the wifebeater guy on the shoulder. He moves, taking his dick out of your mouth, and as soon as the pig pulls out, he rams his spit-soaked dick inside you. You grunt and moan, desperately twisting your arms in the handcuffs and wishing you could jerk off your rock hard dick while your ass gets pounded and pounded. The pig puts his cum-sticky dick at your mouth and you lick and suck him clean.
When the wifebeater guy cums, he lets out a whoop, and pulls out of you while the tattooed guy slides down to your ass for his turn. The guy with the goatee climbs up over you pushes his dick into your mouth. You try to deep throat him - he's dick is incredibly long - and you gag and choke a little while he pumps your face.
The tattooed guy fucks you till he drops a hot load in you slick and spermy ass - you're moaning, and writhing, and anything you try to say is muffled by the goateed man's cock. When the goateed guy takes his turn, his long hard dick makes you jolt at its length inside your ass, and he rolls you over quickly onto your stomach, your hands twisting above your head, and tugs you up onto your knees while he takes you from behind with long, slow thrusts that makes you nearly hyperventilate. Your dick leaks precum onto the blanket below you and you're desperate to come.
While the goateed guy fucks you, the guy who wore the wifebeater, puts his cock back into your mouth. When you feel him get hard again, you moan. He laughs, and winks.
They each fuck you again, until you're ready to call it quits, and they all climb into the bed and your handcuffs are removed. You fall asleep almost immediately, still slick with cum and spit, and riding the last waves of the Butt Sex drink.
You wake up in the hotel room the next morning, sticky and slick with cum, hungover, your mouth tasting awful, and needing the bathroom like crazy. You're alone in the room, and you stumble to the bathroom, where cum spills from your ass and you pee for what seems like ages. Your ass burns and aches, and you take a long shower - the stall smells like piss - before going back into the bedroom and digging up your dirty jeans and t-shirt. Your cell phone is sitting right beside the door on the floor, and when you check it, you see that you've received a lot of messages.
You look at them, and see that pictures have been sent from four other cell phones. Picture after picture of you getting fucked, your face visible in all of them, but the four men fucking you are always cut just out of the frame. The angles come from all over the room.
Your hand shakes as you get to the last message. It's a text.
It says, "Call us at this number next Friday night, or we'll send all these photos to your entire contact list. Looking forward to partying with you again!"
(The end - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
