4 He wheedled at the thought, the reflection offering a brief respite from the kaleidoscope of sensations reverberating in his body. That telltale burst of building sensation was growing, as his nerves and veins fell away, surrendered entirely to bliss. The feeling rose, spread throughout him, and he was faintly aware of his own gurgled wails. He felt his own cum splash more warmly than that of the strangers had. The prodding at pleasure didn’t cease with his orgasm, didn’t take it into account as the men fucking him simply kept going at their own pace, assaulting him with new waves of pleasure before the old had had a chance to subside. He thought a new man was fucking his mouth by now, but truth was, he didn’t even know. Or care. Just as these men were using him, he was using them, and if they could keep this pleasure going, it didn’t fucking matter who was doing what to him or where he was or any of it. His throat was wrapped around a throbbing dick, and he felt it convulse as it shot, hitting him in the back of the throat. As it was ripped out, he gasped a deep gasp of relief, feeling the oxygen flooding back into his veins, returning the sharpness and clarity that had been slowly ebbing away. His knees grazed the carpet as he was roughly turned over, ready for another round. He dug his fingernails into the carpet, in a bid to ground himself, to feel present and not simply thrown about.
As he was pulled upright, and his mouth was spread wide by two cocks pressed together, he wailed around them as a warm, wet cavern closed in over his own dick. There was a tongue, swirling and teasing at the too-sensitive flesh, and he hissed as it sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure sputtering through him.
“He likes sucking dick and getting fucked. Doesn’t seem to like us returning the favour.”
“Hey. I’ve got no problem with that. Do you wanna go back to us ignoring your cock, cumdumpster?” the question coming with a sharp twist in his hair.
For the first time tonight, he considered calling it. His nerves were wrung out, burned out from too much pleasure, and the merciless teasing, the forcing of yet more was starting to hurt. Tears were pricking at his eyes as he dully and feebly tried to swipe his own tongue against the flesh in his mouth. He moaned a long, deep moan as the cocks in his ass massaged him, and resolved to keep going anyway. This was what he’d wanted. This was why he’d done this. He’d wanted to be led along, to surrender completely, to take whatever he was given, whether pleasure or pain and being pushed to the extent that one was indistinguishable from the other was simply hovering at a new precipice. The pained pleasure burned throughout his body, took him to new heights, and he could hear the sighs and coos he was making. With a grunt, he shook his head, and mustered what strength was left in him to clumsily service the dicks in his mouth.
His strength was lessened by now, and he lapped lazily, feeling like a ghost of a person still encased in body. His hands were now clinging to two pairs of sweaty thighs, his grip desperately tight in a bid to keep himself upright. The pat to his head was almost gentle as a fresh spurt of cum hit his lip, and filled with a fresh exuberance, he placed a slow, meandering kiss to the tip of the cock in his face. His body was still being wracked with floods as the two cocks inside him battered at that spot, and he was faintly aware that he’d become hard again. He let his head drop as the ceaseless assault continued, basking in the rays of bliss and simply waiting for whoever else might want to come and use him. By now, his voice was strained, rasping, shrill from the extent of the crying out he’d done, and his throat was sore. His entire body was sore. Sore, and so well-used, and still not done. He was in this until the end.
His hair was sharply yanked up, as three of them stood before him, studying his face. Something about their expressions made him feel more naked and vulnerable than he had so far this entire night. Through his hazy, cumsticky vision, they seemed to be swooping in and out of reality. He gasped as a deep splash layered itself up his back, as the two men behind him came together. Then he tried to ground himself on hesitant, unsteady knees, feeling a wave of bone-deep tiredness racing through him.
“Hey man,” the tallest said, extending a hand gently to rest on his shoulder, and tightening its grip as though it was hoisting him up. “You okay?”
He exhaled, and nodded deeply, too tired and too fucked out to form sentences.
“Maybe that’s enough,” the black-haired man said. “Fucking looks like he’s going to pass out.”
At those words, Kyle flung himself forward, and clung to the silent man’s shins. “Keep. Going,” he said in a reedy, pained voice.
“You sure?” the black-haired man said.
“Keep going,” Kyle repeated, nuzzling his face against the hair leg, feeling the sting and burn of his own beard scraping so pleasantly against the skin.
“What a crazy fucking bitch,” the second man laughed.
“You that desperate for dick, you’ll fucking kill yourself for it?”
The men were laughing at him, delighting in his depravity, and that almost brought him back to the moment. His body sauntered downward, hit the floor, and a smile curled at his lip as he was pulled onto his back and his legs bent painfully far back yet again. His eyes wandered to the ceiling, as another cock invaded his body, ah but one alone wasn’t enough anymore. He was aware of two more men joining their fellow, spreading him open, and as that hazy pleasure glowed in his body with the roughness of being speared open, he became aware he’d been saying “More of you, more of you, more of you, more of you, more of you.” His cock was no longer erect; had become soft and was flopping against his chest as he was fucked again, but God it didn’t matter. His limbs were loose, he had no strength to fight back if he’d wanted to, and that was exactly the place he wanted to be.
He cried and whined as the fucking continued, his eyes closed and he surrendered his vision, willed his other senses to blot themselves out and leave him only with this pleasure of being used like this by total fucking strangers. He didn’t have the strength anymore to fuck back, and that knowledge nested in him like a cleansing blast. He was about to go. He knew that he was about to lose himself completely, and that the group would go on fucking him anyway, and that was so fucking hot, so fucking hot to imagine himself literally being thrown about, a doll, a toy. It was only a disappointment that he wouldn’t be there to witness the end, but God, he was feeling it, he was here and it was happening, and spreading and burning in his nerves was the strength of his final orgasm, the big one, the all-encompassing one. With a final, desperate shout of a moan, he felt his toes curl and his cock spurt nothing and his senses blast so white-hot they burned out and his body fell slack and it went dark.
When he awoke, he was instantly hit with the pain. His head ached. His joints were crying out on frayed hinges. As he tossed the blanket off of himself, he beheld his naked body, festooned with purple bruises he had completely missed the onset of. He blinked deeply, feeling the crusting of dried cum come apart in his eyelid. Raising a hand to wipe at it, he swore lightly, feeling the heat in his exhausted joints. Dawn was approaching, and with it, a golden glow.
He sighed deeply, feeling the glimmer of satisfaction spread through him, warm and bracing. As he pushed himself off of the couch, he drank in his own gratified breaths, delighting in the delicious memories. And the marks on his body that would be a souvenir only for him. At least until the next time. The next time he felt himself spinning and knew that his body was aching to be used again.
Quickly, he tugged the blanket tight around himself as a presence entered the room. It was the black-haired man from yesterday, seeming smaller, less imposing and frankly less impressive now that he didn’t have an aching cock pointed in Kyle’s direction. The contrast was almost humorous.
“Hi,” the stranger said. “So. I’m Mark. This is my apartment. You can use the shower if you want?”
“Hey,” Kyle said. “I think I’m just gonna go? But. Thanks. For last night. It was really great.”
“Okay,” Mark said. “See you around? Uh. Your clothes are over there,” he said, pointed to a folded up pile in the corner.
Re: Kyle/mob, gangbang, rough fucking
He wheedled at the thought, the reflection offering a brief respite from the kaleidoscope of sensations reverberating in his body. That telltale burst of building sensation was growing, as his nerves and veins fell away, surrendered entirely to bliss. The feeling rose, spread throughout him, and he was faintly aware of his own gurgled wails. He felt his own cum splash more warmly than that of the strangers had. The prodding at pleasure didn’t cease with his orgasm, didn’t take it into account as the men fucking him simply kept going at their own pace, assaulting him with new waves of pleasure before the old had had a chance to subside. He thought a new man was fucking his mouth by now, but truth was, he didn’t even know. Or care. Just as these men were using him, he was using them, and if they could keep this pleasure going, it didn’t fucking matter who was doing what to him or where he was or any of it. His throat was wrapped around a throbbing dick, and he felt it convulse as it shot, hitting him in the back of the throat. As it was ripped out, he gasped a deep gasp of relief, feeling the oxygen flooding back into his veins, returning the sharpness and clarity that had been slowly ebbing away. His knees grazed the carpet as he was roughly turned over, ready for another round. He dug his fingernails into the carpet, in a bid to ground himself, to feel present and not simply thrown about.
As he was pulled upright, and his mouth was spread wide by two cocks pressed together, he wailed around them as a warm, wet cavern closed in over his own dick. There was a tongue, swirling and teasing at the too-sensitive flesh, and he hissed as it sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure sputtering through him.
“He likes sucking dick and getting fucked. Doesn’t seem to like us returning the favour.”
“Hey. I’ve got no problem with that. Do you wanna go back to us ignoring your cock, cumdumpster?” the question coming with a sharp twist in his hair.
For the first time tonight, he considered calling it. His nerves were wrung out, burned out from too much pleasure, and the merciless teasing, the forcing of yet more was starting to hurt. Tears were pricking at his eyes as he dully and feebly tried to swipe his own tongue against the flesh in his mouth. He moaned a long, deep moan as the cocks in his ass massaged him, and resolved to keep going anyway. This was what he’d wanted. This was why he’d done this. He’d wanted to be led along, to surrender completely, to take whatever he was given, whether pleasure or pain and being pushed to the extent that one was indistinguishable from the other was simply hovering at a new precipice. The pained pleasure burned throughout his body, took him to new heights, and he could hear the sighs and coos he was making. With a grunt, he shook his head, and mustered what strength was left in him to clumsily service the dicks in his mouth.
His strength was lessened by now, and he lapped lazily, feeling like a ghost of a person still encased in body. His hands were now clinging to two pairs of sweaty thighs, his grip desperately tight in a bid to keep himself upright. The pat to his head was almost gentle as a fresh spurt of cum hit his lip, and filled with a fresh exuberance, he placed a slow, meandering kiss to the tip of the cock in his face. His body was still being wracked with floods as the two cocks inside him battered at that spot, and he was faintly aware that he’d become hard again. He let his head drop as the ceaseless assault continued, basking in the rays of bliss and simply waiting for whoever else might want to come and use him. By now, his voice was strained, rasping, shrill from the extent of the crying out he’d done, and his throat was sore. His entire body was sore. Sore, and so well-used, and still not done. He was in this until the end.
His hair was sharply yanked up, as three of them stood before him, studying his face. Something about their expressions made him feel more naked and vulnerable than he had so far this entire night. Through his hazy, cumsticky vision, they seemed to be swooping in and out of reality. He gasped as a deep splash layered itself up his back, as the two men behind him came together. Then he tried to ground himself on hesitant, unsteady knees, feeling a wave of bone-deep tiredness racing through him.
“Hey man,” the tallest said, extending a hand gently to rest on his shoulder, and tightening its grip as though it was hoisting him up. “You okay?”
He exhaled, and nodded deeply, too tired and too fucked out to form sentences.
“Maybe that’s enough,” the black-haired man said. “Fucking looks like he’s going to pass out.”
At those words, Kyle flung himself forward, and clung to the silent man’s shins. “Keep. Going,” he said in a reedy, pained voice.
“You sure?” the black-haired man said.
“Keep going,” Kyle repeated, nuzzling his face against the hair leg, feeling the sting and burn of his own beard scraping so pleasantly against the skin.
“What a crazy fucking bitch,” the second man laughed.
“You that desperate for dick, you’ll fucking kill yourself for it?”
The men were laughing at him, delighting in his depravity, and that almost brought him back to the moment. His body sauntered downward, hit the floor, and a smile curled at his lip as he was pulled onto his back and his legs bent painfully far back yet again. His eyes wandered to the ceiling, as another cock invaded his body, ah but one alone wasn’t enough anymore. He was aware of two more men joining their fellow, spreading him open, and as that hazy pleasure glowed in his body with the roughness of being speared open, he became aware he’d been saying “More of you, more of you, more of you, more of you, more of you.” His cock was no longer erect; had become soft and was flopping against his chest as he was fucked again, but God it didn’t matter. His limbs were loose, he had no strength to fight back if he’d wanted to, and that was exactly the place he wanted to be.
He cried and whined as the fucking continued, his eyes closed and he surrendered his vision, willed his other senses to blot themselves out and leave him only with this pleasure of being used like this by total fucking strangers. He didn’t have the strength anymore to fuck back, and that knowledge nested in him like a cleansing blast. He was about to go. He knew that he was about to lose himself completely, and that the group would go on fucking him anyway, and that was so fucking hot, so fucking hot to imagine himself literally being thrown about, a doll, a toy. It was only a disappointment that he wouldn’t be there to witness the end, but God, he was feeling it, he was here and it was happening, and spreading and burning in his nerves was the strength of his final orgasm, the big one, the all-encompassing one. With a final, desperate shout of a moan, he felt his toes curl and his cock spurt nothing and his senses blast so white-hot they burned out and his body fell slack and it went dark.
When he awoke, he was instantly hit with the pain. His head ached. His joints were crying out on frayed hinges. As he tossed the blanket off of himself, he beheld his naked body, festooned with purple bruises he had completely missed the onset of. He blinked deeply, feeling the crusting of dried cum come apart in his eyelid. Raising a hand to wipe at it, he swore lightly, feeling the heat in his exhausted joints. Dawn was approaching, and with it, a golden glow.
He sighed deeply, feeling the glimmer of satisfaction spread through him, warm and bracing. As he pushed himself off of the couch, he drank in his own gratified breaths, delighting in the delicious memories. And the marks on his body that would be a souvenir only for him. At least until the next time. The next time he felt himself spinning and knew that his body was aching to be used again.
Quickly, he tugged the blanket tight around himself as a presence entered the room. It was the black-haired man from yesterday, seeming smaller, less imposing and frankly less impressive now that he didn’t have an aching cock pointed in Kyle’s direction. The contrast was almost humorous.
“Hi,” the stranger said. “So. I’m Mark. This is my apartment. You can use the shower if you want?”
“Hey,” Kyle said. “I think I’m just gonna go? But. Thanks. For last night. It was really great.”
“Okay,” Mark said. “See you around? Uh. Your clothes are over there,” he said, pointed to a folded up pile in the corner.
“Awesome,” Kyle said.
Ok that's all, bye