Now Billy Lonnergan stood, nearly on tiptoe, his own wrists bound to a chain link fence at shoulder level, his ankles tethered to the fence at shoulder's width apart, and he had a pretty clear idea of what was about to happen.
The dense golden curls framing Billy's face dripped with sweat, rivulets trailing down his forehead over white-blond brows. Thick flaxen lashes blinked the salty wetness from his ice-blue eyes -- eyes determined not to show any fear. All he could remember from the night before was meeting his idol at the Xtreme Fighting competition, being invited back into the locker room, the bitter medicinal taste of the beer Connolley had given him … and then darkness. When he'd awoken, he was here -- wherever "here" was.
"Did you enjoy the film, Billy?" the mechanical voice in the darkness asked.
"Fuck you faggot!" Billy defiantly returned.
"Now, now Billy, it's homophobic statements like that which got you targeted for punishment in the first place," the voice said with mock disappointment.
"Dude, you're not shoving a dildo up my ass, for real!"
"Fair enough, Billy. We'll acquiesce. You won't have to ride the fuck machine as long under one condition…"
Now, with the threat of anal penetration removed, a grateful Billy gave in. "Sure, man! Anything. I swear!"
"For the next hour or so, Billy, you'll be sucking cock."
"I'll be… what??? What the fuck kind of bargain is that???"
"Unfortunately it's the ONLY bargain we have to offer you. And luckily, you've already agreed to it. We have, waiting in the next room, three servicemen… no, not just men whom you'll be servicing, but some actual young heroes directly back from overseas. These men haven't had any contact with a woman in months, and their balls are, understandably, quite full. Today Billy, YOU will be the lucky girl who gets to service them."
"Fuck no, man!"
The voice went from friendly condescension to anger as it barked the following order, "Attach the ten inch dildo to the fuck machine, fire it up to full power and shove it up Billy Lonergan's unlubricated ass!"
"No, no, man, don't do that! All right…all right. I'll be a cocksucker for you."
"Very good Billy. Now, we need to do a little bit of preparation, because our servicemen will be seeing your face. Now Billy, you won't have to worry that anyone will recognize you -- we'll be disguising you a bit."
A battery of men stepped forward in the dark to prep Billy Lonnergan. One smeared hot wax onto his cheeks, upper lip and neck, removing any evidence of male stubble. Another used wax to shape his brown into a narrower arch. when they stepped away, a team of makeup artists glued false eyelashes to him and curled curled them, shadowed his eyes, lined and colored his lips a deep inviting shade of scarlet, attached clip-on earrings and doused Billy's neck and ears with cheap scented perfume. Nothing needed to be done to the shoulder-length surfer-boy's blond curls. When the team stepped away, Billy looked like a cheap two-dollar whore. A cheap two-dollar FEMALE whore.
An unseen guard unhooked Billy's wrists from the fence, one at a time, attaching the each free hand to an adjustable longshoreman's hook-and-chain, whose length could be controlled via mechanized pulley. The shadowy silhouette of the guard looked familiar, but Billy couldn't figure out why.
A wall lowered from the ceiling in profile to the crowd, with a perfectly cut hole at waist level that allowed Billy to insert his face through. His face and ONLY his face could be seen by those on the reverse side.
"Billy, you are to say nothing to the servicemen. Non-verbal communication is the key, for if they discover that they have a man sucking their cock, well, you know how it is with straight guys. They're liable to get … violent."
Billy Lonergan thought back to the incident he'd bragged about .. breaking that fag's nose in the school locker-room when he caught the kid checking him out while he was getting changed. Billy nodded, silently.
"Very good! You learn quickly! Bring in our guests."
Three strapping young military men were ushered onto the stage accompanied by the sound of applause from the crowd. It was clear that each of the men had been selected because of his extraordinary good looks, phenomenal build and uber-masculinity. The military guys squinted in the bright lights but could not make out their audience. Still, they smiled at the applause.
"Gentlemen, welcome!" the voice began. "As you know we wanted to show our appreciation to you for risking your lives overseas but under one condition -- when we approached you we asked if you were shy about showing off in front of an audience. Do you remember what you told us?"
The first guy, a muscular strawberry blond marine with a high-and-tight, said, "Fuck no! I don't care who sees me as long as I get some prime head!". The others nodded in agreement.
There was applause and laughter.
Billy looked down the line -- a Latino soldier, a Black sailor stood beside the first guy. Each looked to be well over six foot tall and their uniforms stretched over well-muscled physiques. Worse, they each showed massive bulges in their pants indicating that Billy would more than likely be choking on at least 9 inches of cock apiece.
"But where are my manners, gentlemen?" the voice announced, "I haven't introduced you to the beautiful young lady who has volunteered to give you a heroes' welcome."
A spotlight shone on Billy's face and in the high intensity light, he truly did look like a beautiful woman. The military men could not believe their luck, high-fiving one another and throwing the hot girl winks. The warning not to speak rang in Billy's mind, so he responded by running a tongue over his lips to make them even more inviting, and the crowd exploded in approval.
The strawberry blonde was moved into place beside the wall, and encouraged to take out his cock. When he revealed 9 inches of thick uncut dick, the crowd applauded and he took a bow. Then, facing the girl he instructed her, "Kiss it, bitch"
Billy puckered his lips as the marine brought the huge knob to his mouth. Billy planted soft wet kisses on the head, leaving little red lip-prints which instantly got the marine rock hard. "Open wide, honey."
Billy let his lips part and extended his tongue, providing the perfect hole for the young marine to plug. As the huge cockshaft pierced Billy's mouth, the marine began unbuttoning his uniform shirt. "I'm gonna work up a sweat honey," he said with a wink.
The crowd applauded, as much for the marine's attitude as for the smooth, freckled body-builder's chest he revealed. Humping his hips forward and pulling them back as he mouth-fucked the hot little babe, his abs tightened into plates of pure muscle. "Fuck yeah, sweetie, slurp on daddy's dick," the nineteen year old marine sighed. Spit oozed from the corner's of Billy's lipsticked mouth and onto the marine's balls. The marine started to go rigid, pulled his cock from the girl's mouth and said, "Shit baby, I'm gonna come. Where do you want it?"
Silently, Billy extended his tongue to indicate he wanted the cum in his mouth. With two hands the marine began to furiously beat his meat, the head appearing and disappearing from the folds of foreskin a little bit redder each time. The marine held still for a moment, and then with an intensity not to be believed, hosed months of stored cum across Billy Lonnergan's tongue. Billy struggled to swallow and extend his tongue in time for the next blast… and the next… and the next. "Atta girl, swallow it all." When he was done, the marine presented his cock to be tongue washed and then staggered back in line.
"How was that?" the voice asked.
"Fucking AWESOME," the young marine responded with a goofy grin.
The make-up crew stepped up to re-apply some lipstick to Billy's mouth -- the first application had been virtually fucked off. Next, the latino stepped up.
"Mami, you gonna like what I got for you." He pulled off his shirt, dogtags jingling against the caramel-colored skin of his rounded pecs. Unbuttoning his pants, he fished out a huge, dark, uncut cock… fat and curved.
"You gonna have to work to get all this. Get that mouth on here."
He shoved his fat knob into Billy's mouth, and Bill's lips and tongue peeled the foreskin back. The latino soldier began piston-fucking his knob in and out of the hot wet chasm, resting his palms against the wall for leverage. Each fuckstroke caused his balls to BOUNCE against the beautiful cock-sucker's chin. Salty pre- cum glazed Billy's tongue.
"I'm getting your tongue nice and wet with my cock-sauce, baby, 'cuz when I cum, it's gonna be down your throat!"
Billy's eyes went wide, and there was laughter from the audience.
"You ready, mami?"
Billy tried to shake his head, "No" but the latino didn't care?
"Can I grab this bitch's head?" he asked.
"Anything you like, hero," the voice over the loudspeaker responded.
The latino knotted his fingers through the dense curls. "Whew," he exhaled, "I'm glad no wig came off in my hands. For a second I was worried this was a tranny or a faggot. Now that I know she's a girl, she earned this load."
He began fucking the mouth with all his might, and from behind the silhouetted guard gripped Billy's hips to prevent him from moving from the face-hole. The Latino began muttering in Spanish, the volume getting louder and louder until it was clear that he was force-feeding a thick load of protein directly down Billy's throat. Billy choked and gagged, much to the delight of the crowd. After seven or eight blasts, the latino pulled out, wiped his dick clean in Billy's hair, and said, "You a great cock-sucker, baby."
Once again, the make-up team re-did Billy's make-up as the Black stud stepped into place. Wordlessly he undid his pants and fished out ten inches of ebony cock, as thick around as a wrist. The knob was a beautiful pink mushroom that stood in contrast to a jet black shaft.
"You better hold this cunt still back there…she gonna try to get away."
Reacting to the instructions, the guard behind Billy tightened his hold on Billy's hips. The black sailor began to feed his cock into the mouth of his prey. "Girl, you best relax, cuz your throat IS gonna get fucked." In a long steady thrust, the black sailor fed his dick right down Billy's spasming, choking throat and held it there for a moment, to show him who was in charge. Billy's body began to convulse desperately for air, and the black sailor laughed before withdrawing a few inches allowing him air. "Now you be a good girl, and suck ALL of this big dick, and we'll both have some fun. " Billy nodded. "And back there, you make sure she don't move too much".
From behind, Billy heard movement as the silicon milker was attached to his cock. An electronic whir, and suddenly the silicon sleeve began to heat up, squirting lubricant over his enslaved dick, and beginning a rhythmic grip-and-release just as the black cock in his mouth began its next descent into the depths of his throat.
Billy still choked on the cock, but now the hot wet pleasure around his cock made the gagging almost tolerable. "Yeah girl, that's the way to do it," the black sailor moaned. "Imma have to get your number after this, so you can suck this dick all the time."
The black stud began to pick up speed, and the guard flipped a switch that matched the speed on Billy's cock-milker. "Ooh girl, you keeping' up with me good. Imma have to feed you some dick-sauce baby girl."
Billy was too delirious with the pleasure on his own dick to care about swallowing another salty load of cock-milk. He heard the tearing of a rubber packet behind him, and peripherally saw the metallic golden flutter of a tea-bag sized wrapper fall through the air. The sound of rubber being rolled over skin, and before he could react, the feel of hot cock invading his anus. He tried to scream but had ten inches of black cock down his throat. From either end he was being impaled as his own cock was being electronically manipulated towards orgasm.
Billy's nose was pressed into the musky, nappy curls of the sailor as the black man nutted down his throat. "Good gawd, yes…" he heard as the sailor flooded his throat. From behind, the pounding of his ass sped up too. He heard sighing… a familiar voice barely heard…and he know it was his idol Ryan Connolley. Ryan's cock was deep in his ass, fucking him with the same strength that the fighter applied to his opponents. Connolley laid his sweaty chest across Billy's back, fucking him with greater leverage, and the fighter felt his opponent weaken and submit. Claiming his victory, Ryan blasted 9 thick cumblasts into the hot tight hole. As he did, he reached around to tease Billy's sensitive titpoints with his rough hands sending Billy blissfully over the edge. Billy filled the silicon sleeve with thick potent cum. The sleeve fed into tubing and was collected into a beaker -- his load to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
The black sailor pulled his dick from the beautiful girl's mouth and cock-slapped her a few times as he said, "Good job, ho'"
The audience applauded as the military men were ushered out, and the wall was lifted out of view revealing Ryan Connolley balls deep inside deflowered ass of his vanquished young fan.
At the bar, Mike Capiletti was buying another round for his old frat buddies. This was a reunion of sorts. He hadn't seen his college bros for nearly ten years. Compared to some of his friends, he still looked pretty good -- full head of curly black hair, still ripped. Sad to see how some of his buds had gone to pot.
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