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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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After my wife left, my sex life became nothing more than masturbation. Even before she left blowjobs were rare, basically happening only if I pushed it.
The pressure was just too fuckin much. Needing some relief I placed an ad on Craigslist hoping to find a slut to help out. There were no bitches there so I gave up.
A few weeks later the situation had only gotten worse. I was ready to see if gays really did suck better. I placed an ad for a “pipe cleaner”. All the faggots who responded wanted to come to my house but I wanted to keep it on the down low so I either rejected their offers or just never answered.
A few months later I tried again. This time I placed two ads. The original for a pipe cleaner but also a second ad for a Plumber’s Assistant who would let us meet at his house.
A number of queers wanted to blow me, more wanted me to blow them, and one jackass volunteered to host at his place. I thought it was funny that he would actually do that with nothing in it for him, but all along I knew some sucker would go along with it.
He was gay, single and lived alone with his dogs. His email address was MrSaran63. He said it was because he had a fetish for Saran Wrap. Go figure?
I asked him what that meant so he explained that he liked to rub balls of Saran Wrap on his cock. Well, that didn’t affect me so what did I care what some sicko did?
A couple joyous days later three of us had time to meet at Mr. Saran’s house at the same time. My cock was going crazy by now so I was pretty psyched.
I got there early. I was able to confirm that Mr. Saran had a real name, Peter or Pete. He asked if I minded if he jerked himself and rubbed Saran Wrap on himself while he watched me get sucked. I replied, “whatever” as I stripped and sat on the bed so he knew he could do whatever he wanted. He asked about my fivorce too, did I have any regrets, would I do anything differently. Of course, I only missed fucking that dumb slut into oblivion. And I wished the selection on Craigslist was better.
To make small talk I asked what he liked about the Saran. He offered to show me. He had me stand then he touched my penis with the wrap. It did nothing for me, that was the truth, and I told him bluntly but honestly.
Peter said we should try one more thing: starting at my shoulders and spiraling his way down, he walked around me winding a roll of Saran Wrap. When he got to my penis he didn’t wrap it, instead leaving an unwrapped band all the way around so it hung out.
Slowly it dawned on me that the wrapping was kind of restrictive. I mentioned that, and he responded with a huge goofy smile on his face, “Yea, doesn’t it feel great?”
It felt kinda nice where the wrapping pushed my dick and balls up and out prominently. Everywhere else it was tight. When he got to my ankles it was hard to stay standing.
When he was all done he asked me what I thought. I could tell he was hoping I would say it was great – but there were no special feelings.
The doorbell rang so I knew my cocksucker was here. Immediately I realized there was a major problem with Saran Wrap: I couldn’t move. It was going to be hard to thoroughly fuck a mouth like this.
I asked Peter to help me get unwrapped. He just said I should give it a try. That as soon as the guy started sucking my cock I would love it.
I struggled to break the thin plastic but found the multiple windings to be remarkably strong. For the time being, I was immobilized.
Peter brought the other guy up. He introduced himself, saying his name was Chad. Chad took one look at my body and half hard cock and said he was really going to enjoy himself. Did I mention My cock is kinda great – and big?
He bent down and took my cockhead right into his mouth. He was pretty good. He asked me to lay on the bed. I couldn’t do it so Chad asked Pete to help get me up there.
They positioned me on my back sideways on the bed. Chad crawled over my bound legs sucking me again. I would have rather been able to spread my legs so he could lick under my balls but it felt OK.
I asked Pete to let me out of the plastic so I could enjoy the cocksucker better but he out and out refused. He said I should make the best of it. He added ominously that someone might want to fuck my mouth or ass and the Saran bindings would make it impossible for me to refuse.
I got a little concerned, adamantly saying that I didn’t want to get fucked in the mouth or ass. I was just interested in getting sucked. Pete looked right at me with dead eyes and said, “Well you’re fucked now.”
“Why? Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.
Pete explained that he had responded to my ads a couple times and he thought I was always a rude arrogant straight son of a bitch. So I was going to get fucked like the fucker I was. Now, I’m not rude, I’m just honest.
I begged to be let out. I said I was sorry. I appealed Ankara Escort to Chad as a sane third party to help me get away from this lunatic. Pete said that if I’d been a better guy in person he might have changed his mind, but I was just as much of a jerk right there in his house.
Peter turned to Chad and asked him if I had treated him badly or not. He nodded with my shrinking cock in his mouth. He took his mouth off my dick long enough to say, “Asshole!”
Pete asked Chad if he wanted a blowjob. In response he just stood up and started taking off his clothes too.
Once Chad was hard he had a thick six incher with gargantuan super hairy balls hanging there below.
Walking over to my head he touched it to my cheek. I pleaded for them to let me go. I begged too, “I’ll give you anything. What do you want? Money?”
Pete bent low near my face unperturbed by the presence of Chad’s cock there, “I want your sweet body. And I’ve got you exactly where I need you.”
Chad grasped his package below his nuts squeezing hard which had the effect of pulling that package, nuts and all, away from his body and putting more of it on my face. To Pete he said, “Give me a hand here.”
The two of them grabbed my shoulders repositioning me so that my head extended out past the side of the bed. Chad started talking, “I’m gonna do so much to you, boy. It’s gonna be great. I bet I cum three times. Now here are the rules: don’t even think of biting me. Do whatever I tell you. Do your best – or else. Follow whatever other rules we come up with. Got it?”
Chad continued to rub his erection on my face. At first it was just on my cheeks and forehead but when he started rubbing on my chin and lips it was much too personal for my tastes. It smelled mildly musky. Like mine. Initially I turned my head away but Pete warned me to cooperate and truth be told he scared me.
In short order Chad lifted up his heavy balls and rubbed them all over my face too. They were huge and covered in coarse wiry hair. They were a bit moist but luckily didn’t smell like anything, maybe there was a hint of soap. Nevertheless, a big set of disgusting male balls was on my face! I guess there aren’t girl balls. Nevermind.
Chad tried to stuff his cock into my mouth but it wouldn’t go in. With Peter’s help they moved me again so my head hung down. Chad pointed it at my mouth again, and placed the tip right on my lips. I could feel a drop of gross wetness being smeared there.
He circled my lips then parted them with his pointy cockhead. I kept my teeth clenched effectively keeping his dick from making any further progress.
Chad removed his penis from my lips and slapped me with it. He said, “Cooperate fully or you’re gonna regret it, Asshole.” I heard the sounds of a camera shutter which worried me greatly.
Confirming my worst fear Pete told me he was taking pictures for leverage, “We can’t have you thinking of retaliation after we’re done with you.” Turning to the other guy he continued,”Can we Chad?”
Going at me again Chad sang, “Open up, Sweetheart, here it comes.” I had no choice. I held my mouth wide open allowing the stiff cock inside. Chad kept talking, “You’re lucky. This is the best position for taking it down your throat. It makes a nice straight line – slides right in.”
A man’s cock was pressing on my tongue leaving behind whatever traces of manly smell could be washed off. I shuddered briefly thinking about the filth. From across the room Peter chimed in, “I love the shaking, it’s really gonna show on the video how much you’re enjoying this,” he laughed.
Chad rocked back and forth on my tongue then withdrew. Under his direction I had to lick it all over, coating it with my spit. He chuckled, “You’re really gonna want lots of saliva. So now is the time to really do a good job. Don’t hold back, Buddy.”
I certainly wasn’t his buddy, he wasn’t treating me like a buddy, and he just said that to make fun of me. If I ever had a chance to get my revenge…
“That’s right. Swirl that hot tongue all around my big cock. Get the sides too. Don’t forget to make the base wet too. It’s all going in so get it all.” I was afraid of how it was going to feel if it were dry so I did exactly as told, and then some.
After much more time than needed just to wet it, Chad got ready to penetrate me deeper. Expecting it to go balls deep I braced myself for the plunge.
He only went about an inch. He said, “Only an asshole would jam it all in on the first stroke. I am gonna teach you a lesson though. You’re not gonna like it, but I’m not gonna rip you up.”
Very slowly he proceeded to move his cock back and forth in my mouth. His cock went deeper by a tiny amount with each thrust. It was gross to have another man’s sickening dick in my mouth but I could do this!
When it was barely touching my epiglottis my mouth made involuntary glup, glup, glup, noises with each short jab.
Pretty much Sincan Escort all I could see was a glimpse of the wall through his thighs. Next, I felt both his hands grasping my jaws near my neck. Chad adjusted the angle of my head slightly saying, “OK, we’re gonna do your favorite part now.”
Had I been in his place and one of my conquests been in mine it would have been my favorite. I love seeing a girl’s legs thrash just a little when my big beast first enters her throat.
I was feeling fairly confident now about getting through my unjust punishment. I could feel his eyes looking down on my dick-impaled face. He laughed as he spoke again, “Are you ready? Doesn’t matter.” With that said, he started thrusting again. Short back and forth just like before except he was entering my throat.
My mouth made a couple of those ‘glup’ sounds then I was plugged completely. My body tried to expel the intruder but as I convulsed it was driven further in instead. One would think I would be solely focused on the big dick entering my throat but instead I distinctly heard the crinkling of the Saran Wrap as my body jerked.
He had only made a few stabs into me and maybe half his dick head had been in my throat. I guess I thought I would just breathe through my nose once it was that far, but blocking my throat somehow blocked my ability to breathe through my nose too.
When the revolting dick backed up, I found I was gasping for extra air, having been deprived of air for a few moments. He pulled completely out, dropping the hefty wet cock on my upper face as he waited for me. My spit was dripping off his cock and getting in my eyes. From here on out I kept my eyes closed, it was better than looking at his hairy asscheeks anyway.
I felt him lift up then part my lips again. He pushed right to the back of my mouth on his first thrust this time before starting up with the short jabs again. Entering my throat wasn’t any easier the second time. I heard the Saran crinkle again as my body convulsed.
Chad’s big mushroom finally squeezed into my throat. It didn’t hurt much. Then again I hadn’t considered that it would hurt at all so it came as a surprise. My body fought for air thrashing, just like my cocksuckers did when I swabbed their throats. Now I understand why they jerk like that.
I felt that head going part way past the second opening before pausing for a moment, Chad’s fingers digging into my neck a little as he held my head still. It was a very long moment before he reversed direction. I wanted to push on his thighs with my hands as so many sluts had pushed on mine, but my hands were trapped tightly at my sides like a mummy’s.
Chad plopped that wet cock on my nose again waiting, “Fun isn’t it?” I was gasping too much to answer. Of course, I didn’t think it was fun! It was quite uncomfortable: snot running down into my nose, my eyes still filled with stringy spit, and too much blood rushing to my head.
On the other hand, I was surviving. I had taken a cock all the way in. What more could he do to me?
Sticking it back in he said, “OK, this time we start the fucking. And soon I’ll bottom out.” I thought he had.
He resumed where he left off with the dick head partially into my throat. When he made the final thrust it really expanded my throat wedging in there. I wondered if he saw a bulge. Why the hell was that what I was thinking? I should have been regretting that I had failed to take a deep breath. I should have been hoping he didn’t have some weird disease. I should have been hoping it didn’t damage my throat.
His huge hairy balls were nestled up against my lips and enveloping my nose. If I had been able to suck in air I would have been inhaling all the putrid vapors from sweaty balls. His dark black bush was full and thick covering my chin like some perverse beard. I couldn’t believe the extent to which his balls and bush took over my consciousness. I think some wrinkly ball skin went in my mouth too. Could I use enough mouthwash to ever be clean again?
I thought he was done going deeper. I could feel the whole head was into my throat. Next he lifted up on his toes, thrusting harder, like he was trying to climb into my mouth. It actually did have the desired effect of driving that hard cock a little deeper. Maybe only a quarter inch – but I felt it. Oh, I wished I could have just paid these guys off.
It also mashed his balls over an even greater area of my face. The wiry pubic hair was ground against my lips with enough force I thought they would cut me. My lips were squashed and my teeth dug into them a little.
By now I was completely out of breath. My chest heaved of its own accord, straining against the wrappings, but could not draw any air.
Chad wriggled a little. Was he coming? Shit! Please don’t be coming. I definitely didn’t want this man’s cum in me.
He pulled out again, “OK, man, we’ve fucked it all the way so far, but I’m gonna need something Etlik Escort from you. Can you guess what it is?”
I couldn’t. What more could he want? His cock was in me. It was as deep as it could go. There was nothing more. I shook my head with trepidation.
“Do you remember the rules?
I did remember, “Do what you say! I am. I’m letting you fuck me.”
Chad shook his head, “No you’re not. The second rule is to do your best. So far, all you’ve done is open your mouth. You’re not trying. You haven’t done anything to make it feel good for me. You need to suck. You need to suck like it’s the most important thing in the world to you. And depending on how long you want to be here, it is. You gotta suck the cum outta me, boy.”
I resigned myself to my fate. Nodding I responded, “I will. You’ll like it.”
Chad went on, “Then tell me. Tell me you’re gonna suck it. Tell me you want to suck it. Beg for my cum.”
I did what he wanted, “I’m going to suck it. I want to suck it. Please give me your cum.”
Chad slapped me with his cock again, a few times, “You’re just going through the motions. I’m disappointed. Say it like you mean it. Say it so you turn me on. Say it so I actually cum in your mouth instead of just fucking it all day.”
Shit! Shit! Shit! He said it! He said he was going to cum in my mouth. I had hoped he wouldn’t want to do that. How could I stop that? What could I do? I had no idea what to do. I only knew I had to convincingly beg him to fuck my mouth. I also knew the more convincing I was the more likely he was to cum in my mouth.
“Please stick your dick in my mouth. I want you to push it down my throat.”
Slowly Chad shook his head, “Better, but not good enough. Suck on the head for a minute while you think on how to do better.” Saying that he stuck the head back in my mouth.
I paused a moment, then with no better choice, I suckled that big head.
In his tone of voice I could hear hear him nodding, though I couldn’t see with his cock in my mouth, “That’s better. Now let’s try it again.” Talking to Peter he said, “Are you getting what we want on video?”
He yanked his cock out. “Sir, please let me lick and suck your cock. I yearn for you to put it down my throat. Fuck my face, Sir.” Then I said what he must want to hear, “I need you to cum deep down my throat.”
“Now you’re talking, Boy. Let’s get going.” Chad jammed it back in, fucking my mouth then my throat. Sometimes he just did my mouth with shallow strokes. Sometimes he did that thing where he climbed into my mouth. At times he held just the head within my lips for me to suck on. I did my best. I kept my lips tight on his cock the whole time. I straightened my throat when he went deep. And I swirled my tongue all around the head and shaft when he wanted that.
I forgot about Peter until he spoke up, “We got what we need! It’s perfect. See what I mean?”
Chad reached over me tweaking my hard cock with the tips of his fingers, “I sure do. He’s really popped a big one hasn’t he? It’s standing straight up, like nine inches, for the camera.”
Oh, shit! I thought. How could my cock be hard? I couldn’t see it, but when Chad touched the head there was no denying it was sticking straight up hard as a rock. That was going to look pretty bad on video. I was sunk!
“Let’s turn him over now,” said Pete. “I’ll give you a hand.
Chad pulled his cock out of my mouth with pop. Together they turned me over with my head still at the edge of the bed.
Chad stuck it back in my mouth. I liked being right side up. It was also a relief that he wasn’t throating me any more either. I kept sucking and since he wasn’t going so deep I could breath the whole time too.
I felt Pete straddle my legs. I wasn’t going anywhere so I didn’t see the need for any more restraint. I felt him pulling on the Saran where it didn’t quite cover all of my butt. He was widening the band of naked skin. His intentions were a mystery to me until he dribbled a copious amount of cold slick lube on my ass.
The feeling of the cold liquid made me clench. A second later Peter forced his finger between my buns telling me that when his cock got in there I better cooperate.
I wanted to object: to scream out, but my mouth was effectively blocked. A new meaning for cock blocking. Sure I mumbled vociferously. No one understood, no one cared. I wanted to, at least, see if he were using a condom. I had no say.
Chad continued to slide that thick cock between my lips then Pete began to slide his unseen cock between the slippery cheeks of my ass.
Chad’s hands were holding my head up to ease the way for his cock. Meanwhile Pete’s hands pushed down on the sides of my hips spreading my cheeks apart.
Chad started to thrust impatiently as if he were nearing his orgasm. Pete was pushing the head of his cock right up against my slicked anus. Those times when my ex didn’t relax it went badly for her. I had to relax! I had to.
Chad was making the smallest but fastest jabs. He was getting faster and faster and saying, “Suck it. Suck harder. Take it. Take my, Oh here it comes. Uhng, Aah.” And he did it. With a final grunt and push he filled my mouth with his slimy goo. It was washing over, slipping around my tongue, at exactly the moment that Peter’s cock popped through my sphincter.
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