Gay Erotic Stories

What happened next was my worst nightmare. I heard cheers coming from behind me and in my half-drugged, sex-high state; I turned my head to see Jessie wheeling in a cart. It was a steel cart, like the one's you see in a dining hall, and on it was a weird contraption of some sort. I couldn't make it out clearly, with my head turned sideways and down on the plastic mat-trussed and ass-up, but it kind of looked like a kid's toy. I mean, the chassis of whatever it was looked solid, like some type of machinery, but there was a projectile coming from one end of it. Maybe it was toy cannon, but that didn't make sense. But fuck, nothing was making sense to my drugged and hazy brain. Why were they bringing in a toy cannon?

The cart was pushed out of my vision and behind me. Then the awful truth came clear. Something was touching my ass-pucker... it was a blunt object of some sort, and it felt cool against my anus. It wasn't too thick, but like Brian's finger, it parted its way through my hairy trough, and nudged the sensitive opening. At that moment both my nipples were scratched by rough fingernails and my attention bolted to those rubbery electrodes permanently affixed to my pecs that seemed to manage my drooling dick. At that same moment, something slender was inserted into my ass, just beyond the sphincter, and it felt like a cool, soothing liquid was being squirted into my asshole. Whatever it was, the thin nozzle that introduced it was removed, and the thicker, blunt headed object was back at my shit chute.

Once again, those awful fingernails were at my tits, and now the fingers were pinching them gently as well, and someone's thumb grazed back and forth over my roiling dick knob, making my toes curl. When some fingers began to scrabble and scratch my big feet and the smelly chemical was stuck under my nostrils, I hardly felt the blunt object slide past my previously resisting anal entrance. I yelled for them to stop, but the object stopped just after it was inside me... and the fingers continued to drive me to distraction, so much so that I was almost unconscious of the slender object probing slowly and insistently up my hole until it nudged that funny place inside that made my cock flex and caused me to grit my teeth from the intense sensation. Almost the same moment I whined from the feeling, I heard a small motor seem to come to life and the thing inside me started to throb.

"AAAAAAhHHHHHHH, what the fuck... get it out... aaaaaaaahhhhhh... nnnnnnnnooooooooo... STOP!... STOP IT NOW... aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!!"

That wicked thing inside me buzzed like it had life and it bumped and grinded against that spot deep inside me that I understood now was the prostate that the doctor had searched and found when I had my high school physical, and that Tim had been fingering earlier. "OH JESUS... Tim... get it out... help me... oh fuck... what's happening... HELP... HELP... AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Little did I know that Tim was behind me turning the dials on the machine on the cart, and it was Jesse who was thumbing my aching prick meat... rubbing what someone said was my clit.

More of the stuff under my nose was inhaled as I gasped from the sensation that made me involuntarily squeeze my rectal muscles around the wriggling probe deep inside me, and soon I was grinding my hips unconsciously, as I had against Tim's finger, trying to dislodge the buzzing thing, and at the same time compelled to make it rub against my whorish spot that made my prick drool like a faucet. When the probe suddenly began to move back and forth, losing its touch with my prostate, and then banging into it as it slide back in, I lost control once and for all.

"AAAAAAAWWWWWWWW FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCK... MOTHER FUCKER... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH... OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" I remember briefly girls I had screwed who squealed every time my pecker slid back and forth against their clits... making them beg me... and I loved it. Now I was begging, it was my voice that was wailing into the microphone, fucking my hips at a furious pace against the unrelenting motion of the buzzing, sliding probe that was screwing my asshole to heaven. Whatever Tim was doing with that cruel machine, he would fuck my hole and bump my prostate just so... pushing me to the edge and then, just when I couldn't take it any more and I needed to squirt cum, he pulled back. And then over and over again.

The crowd began to chant again. "Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!" And Tim obliged them, twisting the dials on the console of the fucking machine, making it speed up and slow down, vibrate more then less, its cock rhythmically screwing me and pushing back and forth, in and almost out of my abused rectum. While the small brown bottle was back and forth under my nose and the rest of my now willing body was tickled, scratched, jerked, and rubbed, I whined and squealed for the men who laughed and commented about my helpless surrender.

"Yeah... look at the big trooper, fat-dicked and fucked...!"

"He loves it...!"

"Fuck him deep... Oh yeah... look at him... Jesus... he's a natural...!"

"Pinch his tits... look at his toes curl, yeah... scratch there... someone stick a finger into his navel and fuck him there too!"

Between laughing and the lewd, nasty talk, the deep voices seemed to revel in my subjection and willingness to perform for them.

"Breath deep," someone said. I sniffed in the bottle and my mind continued to fly.

My body rocked in time with the erratic pace of my fucking. My mind was still whirring from the drugs and the poppers. I was moaning and grunting like a whore. The crowd whooped and clapped. Under my body, something was placed under the head of my dick and I felt it as my hips moved back and forth, fucking my overwrought prick in every direction searching for a fist that would soothe the ache. Whoever was holding the paper cup could hardly keep up with my dick's spastic movements.

While the machine continued it work, hands were suddenly all over my body lifting me and twisting me at the same time. I yelped as the probe bashed briefly into my prostate as my body was turned... but now I was on my back, face up... my legs up in the air and splayed, and still tightly bound to the bar that held them apart. My wrists were stiffed cuffed near my ankles. A pillow was put under my lower back to support it and the damn machine kept its pace, working and screwing me like a mechanical bull.

My long, fat shaft now curved stiffly up above my navel, pointing almost to the cleavage between my hairy pecs. My tits were fully exposed to the rasping fingers of the men around the table, each taking a turn to pluck, pinch, twist, or scratch my stiff, rubbery nipples, protruding and begging for attention from the hairy curve of my muscled pectorals. My big feet were thrust up into the air and the pale, soft soles were fully exposed to the scrabbling fingernails that raked back and forth and underneath my long toes. Now, my big bag of hanging nuts were easily accessible and someone was scratching their fingernail back and forth along the heavy nut itself, making it ache and forcing my cock to flex. The cup was placed back under the bulging head of my prick helmet and a fingernail gently scratched under the piss lips and protruding flange. I was writhing like an eel on the table, my hips continuing to spasm as they fought the wondrous sensation deep within my bowels. I was gasping and whining, squealing and moaning... and when a couple of guys leaned down and stuck their slimy tongues deep into my ears... I was over the edge!

The pressure in my ass was overwhelming, and coupled with the pressure in my balls and the tingling in my throbbing cock, I couldn't take it. My long, wide piss lips parted as I wailed at the top of my lungs.

"AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE... OOOOOHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG... MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNN!!!" My scum rocketed from the head of my prick in long, thick shots, filling the small paper cup to one-half. Volley after volley bolted from my aching dick, but no one helped me by milking my dong. Instead, the grossly expanded prick knob just squirted my sap out in long strings and then cascaded over the still itchy dick head, drooling down. The guy holding the cup scraped the edge of it all around my ticklish knob, too sensitive to be touched, and made me bounce on the table to avoid his care in getting every drop of my spunk.

After my ejaculation, I sort of collapsed on the table trying to catch my breath and recover from the stimulation that had frazzled my senses and my nerves. I begged for the fingers and the vibrating prod up my asshole to stop. Instead, I was treated to yet another dose of fag torture. The little brown bottle was thrust under my nose and the moving object in my ass now picked up speed and shuddered more forcefully. The damn thing was being turned to a higher setting. The fingers on my tits and feet never left; the ones on my tits were now joined with sucking lips and the same with my toes. A calloused rough fist, lubricated with some type of cream or gel, began to slide up and down my shaft, pumping life into my still tumescent prick.

"OH FUCKING JESUS... NO... STOP... NO MORE... OH FUCK... SHIT... LEMME GO... NOT MY DICK, IT'S TOOOOO SENSITIVE STOP... AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!

The fuckers laughed and put the microphone up to my mouth so everyone could catch every word. Later, I learned that they were doing more than projecting my voice throughout the room, they were also recording it. I would live to regret every word that I burbled in my drunken and drugged condition.

The salacious tongues and lips, the tweaking fingers roaming over my torso and body, that unyielding fist pistoning up and down my bloated shaft, chafing the fat knob and palming it, and the relentless humming of the vibrator lodged deep in my clinging rectum, turned me into a babbling fool. Every time I tried to get myself under some semblance of control, the brown bottle showed up under my nose, snorted into my lungs each time I gasped from another touch. Within what seemed like minutes, I was rising steadily up the hill to another ejaculation.

When Laurie and I screwed, we never went for round two. I'd fuck her silly, make her cum a couple of times, and then I'd blow my wad. My prick head was too sensitive to take any more action. I'd roll over and go to sleep, satisfied with my cum. But these bastards were determined to torture another load out of my nuts. I could feel the pressure... that damned vibrator was banging the shit out of that spot in me, making my ass muscles clench from the awful sensation and making me helpless to react to the fist whirling over and around my fevered prick tip. My toes stretched out to escape the scrabbling fingers, and the tips of my tits were stone hard as suddenly my cum had arrived. I squeezed my ass muscles hard on that fucking dildo being twisted back and forth in my man cunt, and thrust up in my bonds into the fist that was roiling my fuck stick... and then like a volcano I blasted another round of scum from by sweaty nards.

"AAAAAaaaawww, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh... aaaaaAAAAAGggggghhhhhHHHHHH!!!!" Like bullets, the thick, white strands ropes from my piss lips and were quickly deposited into the little paper cup that already held my first load. The fist gripped my writhing snake and aimed it into the little opening, making sure every drip and drool was captured, scraping the edges of the cup around my knob to get any of the dregs... driving me wild. All the while the fingers and lips continued to assault me.

Once again I collapsed back onto the table, wriggling as best I could to escape the post cum sensitivity of my tits, my toes, and my dick head. But I did not know what kind of hell I was in. I was in inmate in a prison and these fuckers were going to make my big boned-up body pay and pay. Before they finished, I had cum two more times... screaming at the top of my lungs each time. The last only produced a thin drool of almost clear slime, but that did not prevent my prick from going through the bloating and responding to the latest fist that was torturing it.

When they finished my fourth cum, my body was pushed to the edge of the padded table and my head was pushed over the edge. The blood rushed to my head from the awkward position and I felt woozy. My mouth opened reflexively to gasp in some air, and just as I took my breath and before I could close my mouth, someone pinched my nostrils shut. I opened my mouth in a panic and the nasty cup filled with my fuck slop was poured down my throat. I tried to wrestle my head free, twisting frantically one way then the other, but the fingers holding my nostrils would not let go and the cup followed my every move, until someone took a spoon and scraped the last drips into my mouth and wiped it on my lips. I thought I would vomit, but if I did I knew I choke to death, so I swallowed... oh god... I swallowed my own shit... my jism. Aw fuck, I was nothing but their bitch whore... milked and tied, tit pinched, and ass fucked... oh Jesus... I couldn't believe what was happening.

They finally pulled me back onto the table and released my bonds. Jessie slipped my briefs up over my aching cock and led me back to the dressing room in silence. I was too out of it to say much of anything and just stood there dumbly. My cock was still hard and obscenely tented my briefs. My fucking cock was still leaking like a slut's cunt. Someone handed him a shot glass when we reached the bathroom and he put it to my mouth. I didn't resist when he poured it in. I knew it was most likely drugged, just like the others. A few of the other guys were milling about laughing at me, calling me names. There I was, a good 4 inches taller than the tallest guy, easily 20 pounds heavier, drunk and fucked up, still moaning like a bitch in heat.

They stood me up at the urinal and someone fished my cock out of my briefs and held it, stroking it, until I pissed. It took forever cause my dick wouldn't go soft. I just had to squeeze it out... slowly but surely. Then they turned me around and headed me back towards the bar.

Manny, the faggot waiter walked up to me. I opened my eyes, which were reflexively opening and closing in my stupor, when I heard his voice. He smiled as he saw me, covered in sweat and cum, standing in the grip of the other men. I dropped my head, humiliated, and weakly begged him to help me, still in a daze and weary. I could see his hand squeezing the huge hard on in his black shorts. He came closer to me.

"Nice job back there punk," he lisped. "How about a little action while you're still in the mood?" He laughed and pointed down to my prick that, despite four ejaculations, was still obscenely tenting my briefs.

I groaned. "What? No..." I was spinning again. I felt goofy and giddy and light-headed.

"Aw, come on," he cooed, sinking to his knees and lowering my briefs. My cock popped out and he took it into his mouth. I felt the guys on either side of me gently pushing me down and before I knew it I was on my hands and knees, with Manny was lying under me sucking away. Jessie was standing in front of me, stark naked. His cock was jutting straight out and I swear it was at least eight inches and was all throbbing and bobbing up and down, the head sticky with juice.

"Open wide, fuck face," he said, forcing my mouth open.

Another bottle of poppers was placed under each of my nostrils and the now familiar high overtook me and I moaned. Jessie rubbed his sticky, soft knob back and forth over my lips, coating them with his goo and as I opened my mouth groggily to protest, he slid the monster in. Shit, the knob was so wide I thought my jaw would crack, and almost instinctively my tongue began to baste the fucking thing, sliding over the bloated glans, getting Jessie to oooooooo and aaaawwwwww as he slid further down to opening of my throat. I was impaled on his fuck stick and the guys holding me pushed my head back and forth until Jessie made a guttural groan.

He swore at me as he shot wads of jism down my throat. "Yeaaaahhhhh you big dicked fucker! Drink my slop... eat it you cunt... oh eat me so good... YEAH!

After Jessie slipped his big meat out of my mouth, long strands of his scum clinging to my lips and chin, he wiped the knob over my face and eyes to drying it off.

I barely remember the rest of the night, other than the parade of cocks that invaded my mouth and ass.

The next thing I remember was waking up in a bathtub filled with warm water. I was being soaped up by Tim and Jessie and they were rubbing, pinching, tickling and jerking my helpless, exhausted body. But thankfully, they did not try to bring me to another cum, just make me bone hard again as my whorish cock betrayed me as soon as the soft, slippery lather was worked into every pore and follicle.

Then when they were done and had redressed me in my uniform and I was beginning to get my senses back, they had one last surprise. Through bleary eyes I saw Jessie pour something onto a white cloth. Shhiiittt... I moaned. Not more of those fucking poppers. He put the cloth to my face but it wasn't poppers. I jerked back at the smell. It was chloroform!

"Mmmpphhh...!!" I muffed into the rag as he pressed it tightly over my nose and mouth.

"Ssshhh..." Jessie said, stroking my hair. "Just breathe deep, Brian. That's it. Come on... time to go beddy-bye."

He kept the rag to my face until I was barely aware of what was going on. When he lowered it Jessie stepped in and put a bottle of beer to my mouth, forcing me to drink. The whole time Tim had his hand down my pants, kneading and roiling my balls. Most of the beer ran down my chin and onto my uniform.

They took the bottle away and put the chloroformed cloth back to my nose and mouth. My exhausted body could offer no resistance and within a matter of seconds or so I felt myself succumbing to the chloroform and drifting off. There was a rushing noise in my ears, like the ocean surf. And as it got louder and louder the less and less I was aware of my surroundings. Then nothing.

I woke up that next morning to a pounding headache. Whoah! What a fucking wild dream. Or was it? I was on my living room couch under a blanket in nothing but my underwear. But my dick was hard, my ass was sore, and my mouth had a weird taste in it. The events of the night before rushed back to me all at once and I sat bolt upright.

Laurie was sitting in a chair across from me, sipping coffee, an angry look on her face. She asked if I remembered coming home last night and I shook my head no. She said there was a knock on the door at 3:00 a.m. and she came down to find Tim and Jessie holding me up between them, totally shitfaced and passed out. She had them put me to bed on the couch because I reeked of booze. As pissed as she was that I was so drunk, especially on a work night, she told me she was grateful that I had a partner like Tim to make sure I got home okay. If she only knew what had happened.

I wanted to puke as I shaved. I washed out my mouth, thinking about all those cocks that had been sawing in and out of my thick lips the other night. I was fucking steamed. After some coffee and breakfast I began to regain my composure. I'd go down to the station and call Tim out... we'd get this over quick. I was not going to partner with someone who'd get me fucked up and do God knows what to me. He was a fucking faggot and I sure wasn't gonna drive around with him like nothing had happened. We were through... at least that's what I thought.

The pounding in my head kept going as I drove to the station. I should've called in sick because I felt like I was still drunk and drugged.

I walked into the station, holding a hand up to my aching forehead and feeling a churning in anticipation in my stomach. I looked around but didn't see Tim, so I walked into the locker room and began to put on my uniform. I was down to just my briefs when I noticed a large manilla envelope on the floor of my locker. I bent down to pick it up, sat down and opened it. Inside was a DVD and a sheath of pictures. Pictures that showed in graphic detail the events of last night. I looked at the DVD. Did they videotape last night? I didn't remember seeing any cameras...

Suddenly the locker room door burst open and Tim and Jessie walked in, big Cheshire-cat grins on their faces.

That did it. "What the fuck are you two smiling about?" I cried out, jumping to my feet, my fists clenched. I didn't wait for an answer and lumbered forward to deck the both of them. But I was still messed up from last night and Tim easily pushed me backwards, causing me to stumble in my bare feet. Then he grasped my shoulders and pulled me to a sitting position face to face, his knee nuzzling my nuts.

"We had so much fun this last night, we thought maybe you'd like to play some more later on."

"Fuck you," I spat, trying to slug him in the gut.

He quickly slapped me up across the side of my head, dazing me for a moment, and whispered huskily under his breath. "Now don't be a fucking fool... you wouldn't want guys to start coming in here and asking what's going on, now would you? Do you want them to know why you've got a beef with me? Why you're so pissed? I don't think so... especially since me and Jessie have copies of that DVD and those pictures you're looking at. Enough to share with anyone who might be interested. Get my drift buddy?"

I groaned, my head still pounding, and leaned forward, my forehead resting against his shoulder for second before I pulled free and gave him the dirtiest look I could muster. But fuck, what else could I do? They had me by the nuts. Oh Jesus, what had happened to me? They'd turned me into some kind of freak!

I panicked when he pulled a white rag from his pocket and pretended to thrust it over my nose and mouth. More chloroform! But Tim was just clowning, making me sick with fear. I slumped and sat down on the bench in front of my locker. Tim continued to whisper, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming into the locker room.

"That's better, Brian," he said. "Now be a good boy and play nice. We're gonna go on our shift just like usual. And from now on, whenever I ask you to do anything, you're gonna be a good boy and do just what I ask... aren't you? And when I speak to you and we're by ourselves, you're gonna address me as "Sir"... understand? If you fuck up, then you'll just pay for it later. So remember big boy, it's "Sir" to you from now on when we're alone, or with Jessie here. Now get dressed, and let's get going."

"Fuck you," I mumbled again, but like a robot I began to dress.

"Now, now, we can't have any of your potty mouth," he said, and he slapped his palm against the taut cheeks of my ass covered by my clean white briefs. The slap resounded throughout the room and my ass clenched... something about the feel of his big hand near my ass pucker, making my dick harden and drool. I stayed facing the locker, not responding to his slap, not wanting to show them my boner. But Tim came right up behind me, reaching around to grab my bulge.

"Look, Jessie," he said. "He's got a hard on!" He was cupping my nuts while his thumb was stroking my hard shaft. When he roiled over the tip of my cock, I instinctively hunched over. I felt Tim's hard dick in my asscrack.

"Yeah, you're nothing but a little whore, boner-boy," he rasped into my ear. His breath was warm and his wet tongue flicked at my earlobe. I heard myself moaning. Fuck! What was happening to me?!

"Come on," Jessie said, waving the packet of photos. "Let's move this into my office so Brian can get a good look at what we have. Grab your uniform, Ryder."

I was mesmerized by the tape, seeing myself used and milked by a bunch of fags, sucking cock... hearing my voice beg, and whine and squeal. I felt like I was in a trance as I watched and I found myself getting hard and dripping as I saw myself succumb to Tim.

And finally the worst part came. I couldn't believe what I was watching! I'm sitting on Tim's kitchen table in my underwear, legs spread out like some two-dollar Tijuana whore, drinking a Corona. And I'm smiling! I'm fuckin' laughing like it's Christmas morning! Tim's voice off camera tells me to grab my dick and I do! I shove my hand down my briefs and start jerking off! My dick is hard as a rock and I'm jacking myself off! He asks me if I like it and I nod! He tells me to lick the cum off my hand and again I do! Every time my dick burps out pre-cum I wipe it up with my hand and lick it! Then he tells me to take my underwear off and fuck myself with the empty bottle and I do! I'm fucking myself with the neck of a beer bottle. A fuckin' bottle!

I was practically in shock as the scenes flashed in front of me. I looked over at Tim and Jessie. They had leaned me back against the couch in Jessie's office and were rubbing me. I was moaning.

"Yeah... listen to my boner boy purring like a fuckin' cat," Tim said as he worked my underwear down and off and gently slid first one and then two fingers up my ass. "Feels nice, doesn't it, Brian? You like it when your cunt is being frigged, huh buddy?"

I groaned again. "My cunt? I don't have a cunt!" I slurred. The fingers kept a steady rhythm, sliding over my aching fuck nut and making me clench and force more sap out of the slick knob of my throbbing dick. Eventually I was lying down on the couch and he lifts my legs onto his shoulders. His fingers had me bucking and moaning. It was fucking embarrassing to realize that this once tight ass straight ass was now a dick slave to my own partner. My dick was bobbing up and down and I said something like "I'm gonna cum" when he pulled his fingers out and shoved his cock in. My eyes were closed and tears were rolling down the side of my face. But inside I knew I craved Tim's big dick. Even though I was humiliated and begging him to stop, I was also groaning and moaning like a border bitch in heat! He thrust in back and forth, long dicking me slowly and deeply to make sure I felt every inch of his bone and that fat knob rubbing back and forth over my joy spot.

Back and forth, back and forth. His hand circled just my cock knob, twisting and screwing his fist gently over and around the fevered tip like an oversized clit, jacking me off while he fucked me hard and deep.

"Oh yeah, cunt boy, oh yeah," he moaned, his voice low and sexy. "We're gonna have a great day on patrol, aren't we?"

"AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh.....nnnnnoooooooooo.....aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh...."

As we drove patrol that day Tim made me drive shotgun with my pants and briefs at my ankles and my cock hard and dripping. I was not allowed to touch it, but was required to drive around with my boner showing to Tim all day. He told me that from now on I'd be stripped wherever and whenever he told me to, unless I wanted my family, friends, and the job to see the pictures and DVD they had made. I cried at first, but he told me to save it... I could cry when he put me over his knee and paddled my ass for any infractions of the rules he would be setting up for me.

We had lunch at some hole in the wall Mexican place and afterwards he took me to the manager's office where four Mexican teens, probably between fifteen and seventeen years old, paid Tim to work me over. I was forced to stand there and let them strip me down as Tim took pictures. Afterward he sold them off one by one to the boys. Then they tied me tied me to the desk. Tim gave them all finger massagers for each of their fingers. But these massagers had been modified. They not only vibrated, like the ones that used to be advertised on television and in mail order magazines, but they had short tufts of brush bristles, about an eighth of an inch high on the tips where the pads of the fingers should be.

Oh God... those bristles were so awful... the fuckers each took up a position around my big body and went to work laughing and calling me names in Spanish, "puta" and shit like that. Oh fuck, those pricks found every spot where I couldn't control myself. In two or three minutes they had me howling, squealing and laughing helplessly, as my prick rose and curved to the split between my pecs, and drooled sap like a faucet. Under my toes, across my heels, in my instep, causing me to curl my long toes tightly to avoid their cruel fingers. They worked deep into my hairy armpits, inside my navel, under my chin and into my ears. They tied my fingers out so they could work my palms... oh Christ... and then, when they'd reduced me to a helpless wailing cunt, one of them stuck a lubricated bristle finger up my butt and searched out my prostate while the rest descended on my coned, rubbery teats and fat, wet glans. That's when I started to scream, and when Tim gagged me with my own socks so the boys wouldn't be interrupted when they brought me to a wild, bouncing cum, where I shot crud five feet into air. Have you ever had your cock knob scrubbed with soft bristles just after you've shot your load? Lemme tell ya, it's agony... I whimpered and whined into the gag while they continued to search out any spot that would make me lose my mind.

By the time they finished my first cum I was covered in sweat all the way down to my toes. Then Tim told the punks to wipe me down with a rough towel to make my body even more sensitive so that when they started again, this time with stiff paintbrushes, they could make me beg and promise anything. I sucked the toes of all four of them. While I sucked one, the others were using their toes to masturbate me, flick my tits, and tickle my ass pucker. Punk kids, making me into their toe suck slave.

They put my briefs back on and made me shoot into them. Twice! I had to spend the rest of my shift in cum-soaked underwear!

From that day on Tim also determined when I screwed Laurie... only twice a week! At work I was often made to wear either a cock cage or a special harness for me to wear under my briefs that held a small anal prod that was inserted into my rectum. The fucking thing had a remote control, and sometimes to amuse himself, he'd switch it on when we were in briefing in the mornings, making my eyes bulge, and forcing me to clench my ass around the buzzing thing as it tickled my fuck nut and made my trapped cock drool even though it wasn't able to fully extend in the cock cage. Oh fucking Jesus... I was a cock slave. The worst part was walking through the station those days, my cock rock hard and a small wet spot on the front of my uniform pants.

A couple times a month Jessie and Tim take me across the border where they have a seedy room reserved in a dumpy motel. They make me take a Viagra and drink Tequila shots until I'm drunk. I have to strip for them and masturbate my cock until it's rock hard and ready to shoot... then I have to stop. I'm told to lie on the bed, raise my legs, my shoes and socks still on, as well as my border patrol hat, and slide a vibrator up my asshole. I switch it on, and slowly must screw myself until I get close to ejaculation... then I