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By the time Brent and Jeff left two hours later, making sure I saw them snag my underwear as a trophy of their conquest, I was a fucked out mess and exhausted beyond belief. I hadn't been fucked since that Spring Break night and I'd never been used the way I'd been tonight. It felt fantastic.
Jonah was in the bathroom cleaning up. Whether or not he'd anticipated the night getting this wild, he seemed pleased with himself and with what he and the guys had accomplished, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. How he, Brent and Jeff had fucked me practically senseless. Shooting their loads across my face... the names they called me... Fuck!
I lay sprawled out on the bed, one knee up - my well-fucked hole exposed - aware of how lewd a position I was in but not giving a fuck. It wasn't just the domination that had me still wanting more, either; it was the humiliation. For others to witness my control and dignity being stripped away - to watch me transform into a complete whore begging to be fucked - was somehow intoxicating.
By all rights it should have been worse having Jonah there, especially him being somebody I'd regularly fucked and dominated for nearly three years. Somebody I cared about, whose thoughts and opinions mattered. It should've been unbearable, but for some reason it wasn't. I'd wanted him there. Wanted him to see me like that. It was thrilling with him there. Fuck, he'd orchestrated the entire night. He'd choreographed my takedown. So yeah, he belonged there, fully participating in the dismantling of my top status.
Things tonight had been different than that time on Spring Break. Brent and Jeff weren't just fucking me and milking my dick and such; they were fucking my mind as well. I had the strangest feeling they had been consciously trying to convert me from a top to a bottom. They seemed to have a sense of how to make me weak while at the same time crave more. They knew exactly how to make my body submit to its deepest, unknown, desires. To want to be brought down so completely. They knew precisely what angles, thrusts, and rhythms to use to get me to slut out so fully.
And I'd wanted it all. SO. FUCKING. MUCH.
I bent both knees, spread my legs and reached down to play with my hole. My mind was spinning and whirling at the potential fall-out from the last few hours. I knew what I must've looked like and I wondered what Jonah must think of me. Would I ever be able to top him - or anybody - again? Were my days as a dominant top over? Would I be okay with that? To be honest, I didn't really care at the moment.
I inserted a second finger into my ass and absently brought the bottle of poppers to my nose as the conflicting thoughts bounced around in my head. I inhaled deeply.
"Whoah, you ARE a whore, aren't you!" Jonah exclaimed from the bathroom door. I had no idea how long he'd been standing there watching me. He stared at me for several more seconds until I had to look away.
"Wow, so is this who you really are now?" he asked as he approached the bed. I looked up at him in stunned silence. It was as if he was seeing right into me. Maybe for the first time.
Without saying a word he sat down and dabbed at my face with a warm, wet washcloth. He was surprisingly gentle and attentive as he wiped cum, drool and sweat from my face and neck. He winked at me and gave my hair a quick ruffle, looking at his fingers and frowning when he realized the tackiness wasn't hair gel, but cum.
"Such a slut," he said, giving me a friendly jab with his elbow.
He went back into the bathroom and washed his hands. I had thought my night was over but apparently he had other ideas because he suddenly stood in front of me, a devilish smile playing across his lips as he pulled a familiar looking object from behind his back.
"What the-?" I stammered as he grabbed the lube and began slathering a good amount of it up and down a large rubber cock. My heartbeat quickened and I felt a throbbing in my dick.
"I know my limits, man," he confessed, smiling as he gently pulled my fingers (which were still shamelessly rooted up my hole) free. "This thing can last a helluva lot longer than I can, and believe me, I mean to take my time with you tonight." He easily maneuvered my willing, pliant body into position and slowly inserted the dildo into my ass. I put up no resistance at all. None.
"How long have you been planning this?" I managed to choke out, acutely aware of how much I was enjoying the feeling of a dildo in my ass again after all this time. My cock was back at half-mast.
"Planning?" he replied thoughtfully. "I dunno. I mean, I've thought about it on and off since that time I fucked you. Which, by the way, I still can't believe! That night was wild, and to be honest, when we took you back to the hotel and you were so out of it? Well, I was sure Ryan or Derrick or Doug - fuck, maybe all three of them were in on it - had slipped you something because they were all over you the minute they got you in the door. I was so fucking pissed I wanted to kick their asses for doing that to you."
He stopped and I looked up at him. He shrugged. "But they convinced me they had nothing to do with it - swore up and down it wasn't them - and by that time they'd got you all stripped down and worked up, and then you started to slut out. I mean, dude... you were acting all submissive, going on and on about how much you needed to be fucked, then... well, you know."
I nodded and gasped as he casually fucked me with the dildo. "It was like a switch or something inside me flipped on and I just wanted to fuck you."
"And as I recall you did," I said with a small smile. "Twice."
"I was so nervous that first time," he recalled, "but then... Yeah. And hell," he leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "if I knew what a whore you were, I'd have done this a long time ago!"
I didn't respond. I knew he was mostly k**ding, but still.
"Hey, you're not upset, are you?" he asked, his voice gentle. "I mean, you were totally into it earlier." He started to stroke my inner thighs. It felt good. Nice.
I couldn't look at him. I wasn't upset at all. If anything, I was enjoying myself too much and that's what concerned me. Something about the way the three of them had mercilessly fucked me and the way they'd talked to me and what Jonah was doing now... It was like some dam deep inside me had broken open and I wanted more. I wanted to be dominated. Owned. I wanted multiple cocks in my mouth... I wanted to be double-penetrated... I wanted a room full of all the guys I'd ever topped lined up waiting to fuck me - both my ass and mouth - and to shoot their loads in me and all over me. I wanted them to grab me by the hair and slap their hard dicks across my face and tell me what a cock slut I really was.
But I couldn't tell Jonah that. Of course, I didn't have to say anything because he already knew. I looked at my fully swollen cock and then at Jonah.
"Wow, you are SUCH a whore!" he laughed as he began to work the dildo in earnest. He gave it a twist and it began to vibrate, shocking the hell out of me. I was unable to suppress a squeal as jolts of pleasure reverberated up and down my spine and to the tip of my cock.
"Oh fucking hell," I gasped, and I reached for my dick and started to stroke it but Jonah slapped my hand away.
"Hands off," he rebuked. "You don't touch it unless I say so."
"Unghhh...," I grunted, nodding in obedience as he continued to plunge the rubber cock into me, driving it home.
"Yeah, tell me how much you love this," he husked as he pulled out to just the tip and then thrust back in, repeatedly plundering my hole. He wrapped his fist around my cock and began to scrub the pad of his thumb over the tip.
"Jeezus!!" I wailed as he went to town, tugging my sack and fondling my balls as the dildo found my sweet spot. Where the fuck had he learned all this? As he settled into his rhythm with the vibrator, my wails eventually turned into loud moans of pleasure.
"You'd better keep it down," he said, as my cries began to crescendo. "You're making a fuck ton of noise."
He groped around for something on the floor, the dildo never missing a stroke, and came back up with the white Calvin Klein briefs Brent had left behind when he took my underwear. He shoved them into my open mouth.
"Hmmpph?!" I grunted, shocked and aroused. What the fuck? I could smell and taste Brent. Oh fuck this was so disgusting... and so hot!
Jonah smirked again and gestured over his shoulder to the double-paned windows he'd opened on his way to the bathroom, the sounds from outside clearly audible. "Can't have all your neighbors hearing you getting made like some cheap whore!"
The 'cheap whore' crack did it. My dick was throbbing and I reached down again, despite what he'd said, and grabbed it, giving it two quick jerks before it exploded in a huge gush, spraying my sap up my abs, chest, and chin.
"God, that's the sexiest fucking 'My Calvins Moment' I've ever seen!" Jonah marveled, shaking his head as the hot sticky spill began to pool on my chest.
I lost track of time as he continued to fuck me with the dildo, using angles and thrusts to keep me off balance as he called me every degrading name in the book. And I fucking loved it, my dick throbbing and leaking as he eventually settled into slow, languid strokes, long dicking me the way Doug used to. I continued moaning into the briefs he made me keep in my mouth, my back arching from time to time as I took hits from the bottle of poppers I kept clasped in my hand.
After a while Jonah urged me up onto all fours and began to tug on my sack as he once again changed the angle of his thrusts. I grabbed the headboard and held tight. When my grunts turned into moans of pleasure, he pulled the gag from my mouth.
"Oh God... yes," I panted. "So good, Jonah! So good!"
"Come on, you Jock Slut," he hissed, squeezing and slapping at my balls the way Jeff had earlier, although not as hard. "Tell me you want more!"
I squealed - yes, fucking squealed - and pushed my ass out. "Yes," I gusted, nearly out of breath. "Oh fuck, yes... more!" He reached around and gave my cock a few tugs and suddenly I was cumming again, shouting as I shot full force against my headboard.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I roared as my orgasm ripped through me.
"Shut the fuck up before I call the cops!" a voice bellowed from somewhere outside and I heard a window being slammed.
My head whipped around and I stared at my open window. My jaw dropped and my face turned white. Oh God, did I just out myself to my neighbors? I looked at Jonah. He just laughed and shoved the briefs back into my gaping mouth and went back to working the dildo around and around in my upturned ass.
~~~
When he finally pulled the dildo out of my hole I don't know how much later, it made a loud suctioning pop. He yanked the underwear from my mouth and dropped them on my face as he walked into the bathroom. "Clean yourself up. You're a fucking mess."
I heard the water in the sink run as I did my best to wipe cum and sweat from my chest and abs as well as from the headboard. Shit, I was a mess, but oh my God, it had felt fucking awesome.
Jonah came back into the room holding something black and cone-shaped and my jaw dropped when I realized it was a butt plug!
"Man, your dick just got hard again," he said, pointing at my cock. He shook his head in amazement as he got down on his knees and reached for the lube.
"What're you doing, Jonah?" I asked, my voice tentative. I'd never had anything like that up my ass before. It looked to be the size of Brent's dick on steroids! It had bands and nubs and reminded me of an armadillo. I gulped and my dick gave another lurch.
"Well, ideally I'd like to have my cock up your ass all night,' he said, "but I'm beat. So I figured this would be the next best thing. Get back on your hands and knees."
"I dunno about this," I said nervously.
"Oh come one. It's not much bigger than Brent's dick and that was like an elephant's trunk. This should be a piece of cake."
"Still," I hedged, even as my dick started to show renewed interest.
Jonah laughed and shook his head. "God, how did you ever get that top rep you have when you're obviously such a slut for something up your ass?"
That was all it took. I obeyed without question or hesitation, moaning and sniffing at the poppers as he worked the plug into my hungry hole, slapping my ass and verbally disparaging me. It was embarrassing and humiliating and as hot as hell, and my dick was erect and leaking like a sieve the entire time. It was a tight fit but fuck if I didn't love it.
When he was finished he washed his hands in the bathroom. I was pulling the sheets up around me when he came back into the room. "Not so fast, Stevie," he said as he crawled into bed next to me. "Put these one." He handed me the slobber and cum-crusted briefs I'd had in my mouth earlier. The briefs Brent had left behind.
"Oh my God," I gasped, shocked that such a simple command was turning me on like this. As I awkwardly pulled on the soiled Calvins, the butt plug thumped my prostate and my dick drooled, and I realized his domination of me was complete. At this point I'd have done anything he asked.
I managed to get my unruly dick into the briefs and lay on my side as I tried to get used to the invader filling my ass. Eventually I drifted off to sleep.
Sometime later I felt his hand slide into the underwear and pull my dick out. He tucked the waistband under my balls and slowly stroked me to erection. When I was erect he wrapped his hand tightly around my shaft and began to rub the pad of his calloused thumb deliberately over the sensitive tip, making me squeal and grunt.
"Easy, Stevie," he murmured lowly in my ear. I wanted to push his hand away but knew better. There was something almost delicious in the way he worked my cock over, stroking it, roiling his palm over the head. He masturbated me for a long time, the way Brent had earlier, repeatedly bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then easing back, periodically grinding his crotch into my ass to drive the butt plug in deeper.
Finally I couldn't take it. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my voice now nothing more than a whimper. "I gotta cum, Jonah. Please?"
He gave my dick a few more tugs and then pulled the briefs back up. "Go ahead, Stevie," he encouraged, thrusting his hard dick against my ass as he rubbed the head of my cock through the material. "Cum for me."
I grunted loudly as I shot my load into the briefs. I couldn't believe what I'd been reduced to. A few hours earlier I'd been planning to fuck the living daylights out of Jonah. Now, the tables had been completely and maybe permanently turned. I pulled back the sheets and started to get up.
"Where are you going?" he asked, reaching for me.
"I gotta clean up," I said. "This underwear is gross."
"Un huh. No," he said. "Get your ass back down here."
I gulped hard, unexplainably excited despite how exhausted and dirty I felt. I lay on my side and was touched when he scooched close and spooned me, throwing his right arm over me in an affectionate, yet possessive, manner, before planting a gentle kiss on the top of my head.
~~~
I woke up late the next morning and lay still for a few minutes, blinking away the cobwebs and confusion. My head was pounding with a hangover and my ass was tingling.
"Good morning, Sunshine," a voice said, startling me, and I looked up to see Jonah sitting in my leather club chair a few feet away, drinking coffee and reading the paper. A glance at the clock on the nightstand told me it was nearly 11:00 a.m. Shit! He'd obviously been up for some time.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as the events from last night came back to me. "That wasn't a dream, was it?"
"I hope not," he said, setting the paper down and flashing me a lascivious smile, "because that was the best night of your life, wasn't it?"
I sat up and groaned. "Oh fuck."
"Oh fuck is right," he said. He took another sip of coffee. "I bet you're hard, aren't you?"
My dick twitched. I felt my face flush beet red and I nodded.
"Show me," he ordered.
I reluctantly pulled the sheet aside and revealed my morning wood - more like a Redwood - that stretched my briefs to the limit.
"Very nice." His iPhone dinged and he picked it up. "There's coffee when you're done in the shower," he said as he tapped at the screen.
I threw the sheet back and gingerly got out of bed. I shuffled into the bathroom and studied my reflection in the mirror, acutely aware that I'd been ridden hard and put away wet last night. My hair was sticking up everywhere and my chest was shiny and pasty with dried semen. At least Jonah had cleaned my face off, but my lips were still puffy from sucking so much dick and my nipples were red and swollen. God, I was such a whore.
I lowered the briefs to take a piss. They were disgusting, still sticky and tacky with the load of cum I'd shot into them as well as all the leaking I'd done throughout the night. I peeled them off and kicked them into the corner.
I got into the shower, leaned my head against the cool tiles and gently removed the butt plug. As the hot water cascaded over me, washing the cum and sweat from my body, the events of last night replayed over and over in my mind. What the fuck?! What did I do? What did I LET be done to me? Yeah, I'd been a little drunk, but nowhere near to the point where I didn't know what I was doing, but yet... shit, I let Jonah take me. Let him! The little shit had planned it. Plotted. And then for Brent and Jeff - oh fuck, he actually enlisted those two hot little motherfuckers to help him. Those cocks in my ass. In my mouth. That glorious degradation...
My ass tingled just thinking about it. It felt strangely empty, not just because the plug was gone, but... but because it missed being fucked? Yeah, it missed being fucked. I missed being fucked.
I don't know how long I stood there, but a slight flicker of the overhead lights and a snicking noise roused me back to reality and I was shocked to find my right hand lazily stroking my hard dick while two fingers of my left hand were working their way round and round in my hole.
I snapped back to the present and finished my shower, wrapping a towel tightly around my waist as I left the bathroom, making sure to keep my still throbbing rod under the knot, hoping it would keep it in check.
I pulled open my dresser drawer to grab some briefs. I still couldn't believe the nerve of Frick and Frack to take my underwear like I was some kind of big game trophy. But again, the thought of them with my underwear as some kind of souvenir was oddly erotic and - fuck, there went my dick again!
I kept the towel around my waist as I stepped into grey briefs, too embarrassed to let Jonah see that I was fully erect, when something hit me in the face. I grabbed it as it fell: white briefs. What the fuck?
"Put 'em on," Jonah said.
Oh hell no, I thought. This was going too far.
"Sorry, but I don't wear tighty whities," I sneered, trying to reassert my authority and, hopefully, salvage some dignity.
He was out of the chair and beside me in an instant. "Maybe you'd rather wear these then?" He thrust Brent's soiled briefs in my face. The briefs he'd shoved in my mouth while he fucked me with the dildo last night... The briefs I used to wipe the sweat and cum from my body... The briefs I shot into last night and slept in...
I gulped and my dick lurched again and I took a sniff. The sharp, tangy aroma of sweat mingled with cum was heady and I inhaled again. He kept them in place while he spoke.
"I watched you feeling yourself up in the shower," he said, his voice low as he leaned in close, keeping the dirty briefs pressed against my nose as he swiped his thumb back and forth over my left nipple like a windshield wiper. It hardened immediately and he began to pluck and tweak it in earnest. "I even have a nice video of it."
He pushed me back a few inches and yanked the towel off. "Look at you. You're fucking boned up again and you're leaking."
I looked down and sure enough, my briefs were tented and the light grey cotton around the tip of my dick was dark, wet and sticky.
"Omigod," I moaned as he eased me, unresisting, back onto the bed. He yanked my briefs off and my cock catapulted up, slapping my belly and flicking droplets of pre-cum on my abs.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he said as he stripped off his t-shirt. Not a question.
I nodded wordlessly. He was wearing Levi's 501's and with a quick flick of his hand he was completely unbuttoned. His briefs were bulging and I couldn't take my eyes off the hard on jutting out in his underwear.
"You're going to spread your legs and hold yourself open," he ordered, "and then I'm going to fuck that tight, hungry hole of yours until you cum."
I nodded as I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled them up and apart, putting my freshly cleaned hole on display for him. He looked down and smiled. My eyes followed his. He was staring at my cock - my fully erect, twitching and dripping cock.
"I didn't tell you," he said as he rubbed lube into my hole, "but my company is transferring me here next month."
Our eyes met and he smiled. "Maybe this can become a permanent arrangement."
My eyes went wide and I gulped. What? Permanent?
He smiled again, bent over me, and held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I inhaled deeply and sighed when he pierced me with two fingers.
At that moment the doorbell rang and I could hear somebody entering below.
"Yo, Jonah!" a familiar voice rang out. "Got your message!"
I looked up into Jonah's eyes in shock as he slid a third finger into place and pushed the poppers back under my nose.
"You promised me the entire weekend, remember?"
Jonah was in the bathroom cleaning up. Whether or not he'd anticipated the night getting this wild, he seemed pleased with himself and with what he and the guys had accomplished, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. How he, Brent and Jeff had fucked me practically senseless. Shooting their loads across my face... the names they called me... Fuck!
I lay sprawled out on the bed, one knee up - my well-fucked hole exposed - aware of how lewd a position I was in but not giving a fuck. It wasn't just the domination that had me still wanting more, either; it was the humiliation. For others to witness my control and dignity being stripped away - to watch me transform into a complete whore begging to be fucked - was somehow intoxicating.
By all rights it should have been worse having Jonah there, especially him being somebody I'd regularly fucked and dominated for nearly three years. Somebody I cared about, whose thoughts and opinions mattered. It should've been unbearable, but for some reason it wasn't. I'd wanted him there. Wanted him to see me like that. It was thrilling with him there. Fuck, he'd orchestrated the entire night. He'd choreographed my takedown. So yeah, he belonged there, fully participating in the dismantling of my top status.
Things tonight had been different than that time on Spring Break. Brent and Jeff weren't just fucking me and milking my dick and such; they were fucking my mind as well. I had the strangest feeling they had been consciously trying to convert me from a top to a bottom. They seemed to have a sense of how to make me weak while at the same time crave more. They knew exactly how to make my body submit to its deepest, unknown, desires. To want to be brought down so completely. They knew precisely what angles, thrusts, and rhythms to use to get me to slut out so fully.
And I'd wanted it all. SO. FUCKING. MUCH.
I bent both knees, spread my legs and reached down to play with my hole. My mind was spinning and whirling at the potential fall-out from the last few hours. I knew what I must've looked like and I wondered what Jonah must think of me. Would I ever be able to top him - or anybody - again? Were my days as a dominant top over? Would I be okay with that? To be honest, I didn't really care at the moment.
I inserted a second finger into my ass and absently brought the bottle of poppers to my nose as the conflicting thoughts bounced around in my head. I inhaled deeply.
"Whoah, you ARE a whore, aren't you!" Jonah exclaimed from the bathroom door. I had no idea how long he'd been standing there watching me. He stared at me for several more seconds until I had to look away.
"Wow, so is this who you really are now?" he asked as he approached the bed. I looked up at him in stunned silence. It was as if he was seeing right into me. Maybe for the first time.
Without saying a word he sat down and dabbed at my face with a warm, wet washcloth. He was surprisingly gentle and attentive as he wiped cum, drool and sweat from my face and neck. He winked at me and gave my hair a quick ruffle, looking at his fingers and frowning when he realized the tackiness wasn't hair gel, but cum.
"Such a slut," he said, giving me a friendly jab with his elbow.
He went back into the bathroom and washed his hands. I had thought my night was over but apparently he had other ideas because he suddenly stood in front of me, a devilish smile playing across his lips as he pulled a familiar looking object from behind his back.
"What the-?" I stammered as he grabbed the lube and began slathering a good amount of it up and down a large rubber cock. My heartbeat quickened and I felt a throbbing in my dick.
"I know my limits, man," he confessed, smiling as he gently pulled my fingers (which were still shamelessly rooted up my hole) free. "This thing can last a helluva lot longer than I can, and believe me, I mean to take my time with you tonight." He easily maneuvered my willing, pliant body into position and slowly inserted the dildo into my ass. I put up no resistance at all. None.
"How long have you been planning this?" I managed to choke out, acutely aware of how much I was enjoying the feeling of a dildo in my ass again after all this time. My cock was back at half-mast.
"Planning?" he replied thoughtfully. "I dunno. I mean, I've thought about it on and off since that time I fucked you. Which, by the way, I still can't believe! That night was wild, and to be honest, when we took you back to the hotel and you were so out of it? Well, I was sure Ryan or Derrick or Doug - fuck, maybe all three of them were in on it - had slipped you something because they were all over you the minute they got you in the door. I was so fucking pissed I wanted to kick their asses for doing that to you."
He stopped and I looked up at him. He shrugged. "But they convinced me they had nothing to do with it - swore up and down it wasn't them - and by that time they'd got you all stripped down and worked up, and then you started to slut out. I mean, dude... you were acting all submissive, going on and on about how much you needed to be fucked, then... well, you know."
I nodded and gasped as he casually fucked me with the dildo. "It was like a switch or something inside me flipped on and I just wanted to fuck you."
"And as I recall you did," I said with a small smile. "Twice."
"I was so nervous that first time," he recalled, "but then... Yeah. And hell," he leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "if I knew what a whore you were, I'd have done this a long time ago!"
I didn't respond. I knew he was mostly k**ding, but still.
"Hey, you're not upset, are you?" he asked, his voice gentle. "I mean, you were totally into it earlier." He started to stroke my inner thighs. It felt good. Nice.
I couldn't look at him. I wasn't upset at all. If anything, I was enjoying myself too much and that's what concerned me. Something about the way the three of them had mercilessly fucked me and the way they'd talked to me and what Jonah was doing now... It was like some dam deep inside me had broken open and I wanted more. I wanted to be dominated. Owned. I wanted multiple cocks in my mouth... I wanted to be double-penetrated... I wanted a room full of all the guys I'd ever topped lined up waiting to fuck me - both my ass and mouth - and to shoot their loads in me and all over me. I wanted them to grab me by the hair and slap their hard dicks across my face and tell me what a cock slut I really was.
But I couldn't tell Jonah that. Of course, I didn't have to say anything because he already knew. I looked at my fully swollen cock and then at Jonah.
"Wow, you are SUCH a whore!" he laughed as he began to work the dildo in earnest. He gave it a twist and it began to vibrate, shocking the hell out of me. I was unable to suppress a squeal as jolts of pleasure reverberated up and down my spine and to the tip of my cock.
"Oh fucking hell," I gasped, and I reached for my dick and started to stroke it but Jonah slapped my hand away.
"Hands off," he rebuked. "You don't touch it unless I say so."
"Unghhh...," I grunted, nodding in obedience as he continued to plunge the rubber cock into me, driving it home.
"Yeah, tell me how much you love this," he husked as he pulled out to just the tip and then thrust back in, repeatedly plundering my hole. He wrapped his fist around my cock and began to scrub the pad of his thumb over the tip.
"Jeezus!!" I wailed as he went to town, tugging my sack and fondling my balls as the dildo found my sweet spot. Where the fuck had he learned all this? As he settled into his rhythm with the vibrator, my wails eventually turned into loud moans of pleasure.
"You'd better keep it down," he said, as my cries began to crescendo. "You're making a fuck ton of noise."
He groped around for something on the floor, the dildo never missing a stroke, and came back up with the white Calvin Klein briefs Brent had left behind when he took my underwear. He shoved them into my open mouth.
"Hmmpph?!" I grunted, shocked and aroused. What the fuck? I could smell and taste Brent. Oh fuck this was so disgusting... and so hot!
Jonah smirked again and gestured over his shoulder to the double-paned windows he'd opened on his way to the bathroom, the sounds from outside clearly audible. "Can't have all your neighbors hearing you getting made like some cheap whore!"
The 'cheap whore' crack did it. My dick was throbbing and I reached down again, despite what he'd said, and grabbed it, giving it two quick jerks before it exploded in a huge gush, spraying my sap up my abs, chest, and chin.
"God, that's the sexiest fucking 'My Calvins Moment' I've ever seen!" Jonah marveled, shaking his head as the hot sticky spill began to pool on my chest.
I lost track of time as he continued to fuck me with the dildo, using angles and thrusts to keep me off balance as he called me every degrading name in the book. And I fucking loved it, my dick throbbing and leaking as he eventually settled into slow, languid strokes, long dicking me the way Doug used to. I continued moaning into the briefs he made me keep in my mouth, my back arching from time to time as I took hits from the bottle of poppers I kept clasped in my hand.
After a while Jonah urged me up onto all fours and began to tug on my sack as he once again changed the angle of his thrusts. I grabbed the headboard and held tight. When my grunts turned into moans of pleasure, he pulled the gag from my mouth.
"Oh God... yes," I panted. "So good, Jonah! So good!"
"Come on, you Jock Slut," he hissed, squeezing and slapping at my balls the way Jeff had earlier, although not as hard. "Tell me you want more!"
I squealed - yes, fucking squealed - and pushed my ass out. "Yes," I gusted, nearly out of breath. "Oh fuck, yes... more!" He reached around and gave my cock a few tugs and suddenly I was cumming again, shouting as I shot full force against my headboard.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I roared as my orgasm ripped through me.
"Shut the fuck up before I call the cops!" a voice bellowed from somewhere outside and I heard a window being slammed.
My head whipped around and I stared at my open window. My jaw dropped and my face turned white. Oh God, did I just out myself to my neighbors? I looked at Jonah. He just laughed and shoved the briefs back into my gaping mouth and went back to working the dildo around and around in my upturned ass.
~~~
When he finally pulled the dildo out of my hole I don't know how much later, it made a loud suctioning pop. He yanked the underwear from my mouth and dropped them on my face as he walked into the bathroom. "Clean yourself up. You're a fucking mess."
I heard the water in the sink run as I did my best to wipe cum and sweat from my chest and abs as well as from the headboard. Shit, I was a mess, but oh my God, it had felt fucking awesome.
Jonah came back into the room holding something black and cone-shaped and my jaw dropped when I realized it was a butt plug!
"Man, your dick just got hard again," he said, pointing at my cock. He shook his head in amazement as he got down on his knees and reached for the lube.
"What're you doing, Jonah?" I asked, my voice tentative. I'd never had anything like that up my ass before. It looked to be the size of Brent's dick on steroids! It had bands and nubs and reminded me of an armadillo. I gulped and my dick gave another lurch.
"Well, ideally I'd like to have my cock up your ass all night,' he said, "but I'm beat. So I figured this would be the next best thing. Get back on your hands and knees."
"I dunno about this," I said nervously.
"Oh come one. It's not much bigger than Brent's dick and that was like an elephant's trunk. This should be a piece of cake."
"Still," I hedged, even as my dick started to show renewed interest.
Jonah laughed and shook his head. "God, how did you ever get that top rep you have when you're obviously such a slut for something up your ass?"
That was all it took. I obeyed without question or hesitation, moaning and sniffing at the poppers as he worked the plug into my hungry hole, slapping my ass and verbally disparaging me. It was embarrassing and humiliating and as hot as hell, and my dick was erect and leaking like a sieve the entire time. It was a tight fit but fuck if I didn't love it.
When he was finished he washed his hands in the bathroom. I was pulling the sheets up around me when he came back into the room. "Not so fast, Stevie," he said as he crawled into bed next to me. "Put these one." He handed me the slobber and cum-crusted briefs I'd had in my mouth earlier. The briefs Brent had left behind.
"Oh my God," I gasped, shocked that such a simple command was turning me on like this. As I awkwardly pulled on the soiled Calvins, the butt plug thumped my prostate and my dick drooled, and I realized his domination of me was complete. At this point I'd have done anything he asked.
I managed to get my unruly dick into the briefs and lay on my side as I tried to get used to the invader filling my ass. Eventually I drifted off to sleep.
Sometime later I felt his hand slide into the underwear and pull my dick out. He tucked the waistband under my balls and slowly stroked me to erection. When I was erect he wrapped his hand tightly around my shaft and began to rub the pad of his calloused thumb deliberately over the sensitive tip, making me squeal and grunt.
"Easy, Stevie," he murmured lowly in my ear. I wanted to push his hand away but knew better. There was something almost delicious in the way he worked my cock over, stroking it, roiling his palm over the head. He masturbated me for a long time, the way Brent had earlier, repeatedly bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then easing back, periodically grinding his crotch into my ass to drive the butt plug in deeper.
Finally I couldn't take it. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my voice now nothing more than a whimper. "I gotta cum, Jonah. Please?"
He gave my dick a few more tugs and then pulled the briefs back up. "Go ahead, Stevie," he encouraged, thrusting his hard dick against my ass as he rubbed the head of my cock through the material. "Cum for me."
I grunted loudly as I shot my load into the briefs. I couldn't believe what I'd been reduced to. A few hours earlier I'd been planning to fuck the living daylights out of Jonah. Now, the tables had been completely and maybe permanently turned. I pulled back the sheets and started to get up.
"Where are you going?" he asked, reaching for me.
"I gotta clean up," I said. "This underwear is gross."
"Un huh. No," he said. "Get your ass back down here."
I gulped hard, unexplainably excited despite how exhausted and dirty I felt. I lay on my side and was touched when he scooched close and spooned me, throwing his right arm over me in an affectionate, yet possessive, manner, before planting a gentle kiss on the top of my head.
~~~
I woke up late the next morning and lay still for a few minutes, blinking away the cobwebs and confusion. My head was pounding with a hangover and my ass was tingling.
"Good morning, Sunshine," a voice said, startling me, and I looked up to see Jonah sitting in my leather club chair a few feet away, drinking coffee and reading the paper. A glance at the clock on the nightstand told me it was nearly 11:00 a.m. Shit! He'd obviously been up for some time.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as the events from last night came back to me. "That wasn't a dream, was it?"
"I hope not," he said, setting the paper down and flashing me a lascivious smile, "because that was the best night of your life, wasn't it?"
I sat up and groaned. "Oh fuck."
"Oh fuck is right," he said. He took another sip of coffee. "I bet you're hard, aren't you?"
My dick twitched. I felt my face flush beet red and I nodded.
"Show me," he ordered.
I reluctantly pulled the sheet aside and revealed my morning wood - more like a Redwood - that stretched my briefs to the limit.
"Very nice." His iPhone dinged and he picked it up. "There's coffee when you're done in the shower," he said as he tapped at the screen.
I threw the sheet back and gingerly got out of bed. I shuffled into the bathroom and studied my reflection in the mirror, acutely aware that I'd been ridden hard and put away wet last night. My hair was sticking up everywhere and my chest was shiny and pasty with dried semen. At least Jonah had cleaned my face off, but my lips were still puffy from sucking so much dick and my nipples were red and swollen. God, I was such a whore.
I lowered the briefs to take a piss. They were disgusting, still sticky and tacky with the load of cum I'd shot into them as well as all the leaking I'd done throughout the night. I peeled them off and kicked them into the corner.
I got into the shower, leaned my head against the cool tiles and gently removed the butt plug. As the hot water cascaded over me, washing the cum and sweat from my body, the events of last night replayed over and over in my mind. What the fuck?! What did I do? What did I LET be done to me? Yeah, I'd been a little drunk, but nowhere near to the point where I didn't know what I was doing, but yet... shit, I let Jonah take me. Let him! The little shit had planned it. Plotted. And then for Brent and Jeff - oh fuck, he actually enlisted those two hot little motherfuckers to help him. Those cocks in my ass. In my mouth. That glorious degradation...
My ass tingled just thinking about it. It felt strangely empty, not just because the plug was gone, but... but because it missed being fucked? Yeah, it missed being fucked. I missed being fucked.
I don't know how long I stood there, but a slight flicker of the overhead lights and a snicking noise roused me back to reality and I was shocked to find my right hand lazily stroking my hard dick while two fingers of my left hand were working their way round and round in my hole.
I snapped back to the present and finished my shower, wrapping a towel tightly around my waist as I left the bathroom, making sure to keep my still throbbing rod under the knot, hoping it would keep it in check.
I pulled open my dresser drawer to grab some briefs. I still couldn't believe the nerve of Frick and Frack to take my underwear like I was some kind of big game trophy. But again, the thought of them with my underwear as some kind of souvenir was oddly erotic and - fuck, there went my dick again!
I kept the towel around my waist as I stepped into grey briefs, too embarrassed to let Jonah see that I was fully erect, when something hit me in the face. I grabbed it as it fell: white briefs. What the fuck?
"Put 'em on," Jonah said.
Oh hell no, I thought. This was going too far.
"Sorry, but I don't wear tighty whities," I sneered, trying to reassert my authority and, hopefully, salvage some dignity.
He was out of the chair and beside me in an instant. "Maybe you'd rather wear these then?" He thrust Brent's soiled briefs in my face. The briefs he'd shoved in my mouth while he fucked me with the dildo last night... The briefs I used to wipe the sweat and cum from my body... The briefs I shot into last night and slept in...
I gulped and my dick lurched again and I took a sniff. The sharp, tangy aroma of sweat mingled with cum was heady and I inhaled again. He kept them in place while he spoke.
"I watched you feeling yourself up in the shower," he said, his voice low as he leaned in close, keeping the dirty briefs pressed against my nose as he swiped his thumb back and forth over my left nipple like a windshield wiper. It hardened immediately and he began to pluck and tweak it in earnest. "I even have a nice video of it."
He pushed me back a few inches and yanked the towel off. "Look at you. You're fucking boned up again and you're leaking."
I looked down and sure enough, my briefs were tented and the light grey cotton around the tip of my dick was dark, wet and sticky.
"Omigod," I moaned as he eased me, unresisting, back onto the bed. He yanked my briefs off and my cock catapulted up, slapping my belly and flicking droplets of pre-cum on my abs.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he said as he stripped off his t-shirt. Not a question.
I nodded wordlessly. He was wearing Levi's 501's and with a quick flick of his hand he was completely unbuttoned. His briefs were bulging and I couldn't take my eyes off the hard on jutting out in his underwear.
"You're going to spread your legs and hold yourself open," he ordered, "and then I'm going to fuck that tight, hungry hole of yours until you cum."
I nodded as I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled them up and apart, putting my freshly cleaned hole on display for him. He looked down and smiled. My eyes followed his. He was staring at my cock - my fully erect, twitching and dripping cock.
"I didn't tell you," he said as he rubbed lube into my hole, "but my company is transferring me here next month."
Our eyes met and he smiled. "Maybe this can become a permanent arrangement."
My eyes went wide and I gulped. What? Permanent?
He smiled again, bent over me, and held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I inhaled deeply and sighed when he pierced me with two fingers.
At that moment the doorbell rang and I could hear somebody entering below.
"Yo, Jonah!" a familiar voice rang out. "Got your message!"
I looked up into Jonah's eyes in shock as he slid a third finger into place and pushed the poppers back under my nose.
"You promised me the entire weekend, remember?"
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