0 comments/ 38503 views/ 20 favorites Keon Ch. 01 By: bjmichaels Mike was eating faster than usual. His breakfast was almost gone while I still had half of mine to eat. "Margaret decided she likes a 'good morning boink'..." he explained. Margaret was his girlfriend of several months. Mike was my roommate but I'd not seen much of him since she came into his life. "...she says it gets her mind clearer and sharper at the office...she likes it when I do her twice—fine with me...as soon as she leaves I sleep like a baby." It was 3am and we sat in our usual booth in the 24-hour diner where we ate breakfast every morning after work, unless we got 'lucky' that is, and picked-up a girl at work. We were both bartenders. I worked at 'The 500 Club', and Mike tended bar across the street at 'Freddy's'. Mikes' eyes looked up as someone came in the restaurant door behind me. He smiled. "I thought you had a date?" he asked as his co-worker Keon sat down next to me in the booth. "I did—I let her blow me and sent her on her way," he replied, "...she wasn't anyone I wanted to look at in the daylight." We all laughed. "Hi Johnny—how are you? Were you guys busy tonight?" He'd eaten with us a couple times and I told him I prefer 'John', he either didn't hear me, or well, whatever...no big deal. "It was steady—no major rush or anything—we never got slammed...." I said. Keon ordered breakfast just as Mike finished eating. Mike pulled out his wallet and tossed me a twenty. "Here boys, breakfast is on me," he said. He slid out of the booth and said," Adios, losers...." Keon remained sitting next to me. I was waiting for him to move across the table to where Mike had been. After a long while, he finally moved. "So Johnny, have you had any good pussy lately?" he asked after his food arrived. What's with this guy? I wondered. The few times we've spoken he always asks about my sex life. "Yeah...had a nice girl the other night," I said, "...she was gorgeous and she was good in bed—a rare combination...she—" I noticed he either wasn't interested in my story, or he just tuned me out. Why do people do this? I wondered. They ask you a question then they don't even have the courtesy to listen to you. I finished my breakfast and tried to signal the server for the check. "Mike says you like to play pool—he says you're a 'good stick'," Keon said as he was shoveling food into his mouth. I remembered that Mike had gone to Keon's house once and he had a pool table. Mike said his house had to be seen to be believed. It was ridiculously big. It was his parent's house and Keon was living there. It was more investment property than anything; his parent's lived in Egypt, in Cairo. Mike said Keon's dad was one of the richest men in Egypt. He owned the largest construction company in Cairo, and was probably a billionaire. Keon didn't want to go into the family business; he wanted his independence; he wanted to live in America. Keon's big brown eyes were studying my face. I felt briefly uncomfortable by his hard gaze. "Yeah, ah...I like to play," I said. "Well, I have a pool table and I think I can kick your ass," he smiled at me. I was wide awake and didn't want to go home just yet. Besides, I enjoyed the challenge of shooting pool with another 'good stick'. I laughed; I was relaxed now. "Bring it on, big boy," I said. I followed him in my car. It was a 'gated community' and I waved at the security guard as I drove by him. Mike was right: the houses here were spectacular. Keon gave me a brief tour of the house. There was so much to see it would have taken a long time to see the entire house. The décor and furnishings were expensive. We ended up in a room just off the dining room. It must have been his father's study; a big desk, a bar, many books, and a full-size, regulation pool table. I was more than a little impressed. Keon went behind the bar and pulled out an expensive bottle of Tequila. He poured us shots, he raised his glass and said, "May the best man win." We downed the shots. Damn, that was the smoothest tequila I'd ever had. I don't know how many games of eight-ball we played. He kept pouring us shots and I was feeling no pain. It seemed to me that I'd win a game then he'd win a game and so on.... After awhile, he began to pat me on the back. Then he would leave his hand there and rub my back and shoulders. I didn't know what to make of it. I just figured Egyptians were a 'touchy-feely' kind of people. When he was about to pour two more shots of tequila I said I couldn't have anymore—I was going to have trouble driving with what I already had. He went behind the bar and when he returned he handed me a low-ball glass half-full with a brown liquid. "Chocolate vodka," he said. "One more for the road?" Well, one more wouldn't kill me.... The next pool game, after I sank the eight-ball to win, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. He began to massage my neck and shoulders. "Damn Johnny," he said, "...you sure are tense...." His hands were very strong and they felt great on my aching muscles. Suddenly, one of his hands dropped down and squeezed my asscheek. He left his hand there and rubbed my bottom. He leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Johnny, have you ever fooled around with another guy?" Okay—that was it. I'd better get out of there, I remembered thinking. I tried to casually break free of his hands but they held me in place. He was behind me and he pulled me close to him. Close enough I could feel his hard prick against my bottom. Through my alcoholic haze I realized I could be in big trouble here. "Ah, Keon, I have to leave...I better get going," I said as I squirmed out of his grasp. He laughed and said, "I wouldn't be in too much of a hurry, my pretty friend...maybe you should use the toilet before you leave." What an odd thing to say, I thought. I did have considerable pressure on my bladder but it wasn't anything I couldn't hold in until later. "No-no...I'll be alright," I said. Suddenly, a crippling pain in my stomach gave me horrific cramps; I doubled-over, hands on my knees. I had to get to the bathroom—NOW. "Where's the bathroom? I have to go," I said through clenched-teeth. "What is your hurry, Johnny? How about another game of pool?" his voice was taunting me. "KEON—PLEASE—WHERE IS THE BATHROOM?" I couldn't hold it in much longer. Keon chuckled and put his arm around me. "Come with me..." He took his time guiding me down a long hallway. I think he was enjoying my discomfort. We entered a huge bedroom and he pointed to a door. "Your throne awaits you," he said and released his grip on me. I ran to the door. It was a very large bathroom. My bowels began to empty just as I'd lowered my pants and briefs and sat down. I didn't know a human being could have that much inside them. I sat there a good ten minutes filling the toilet bowl and flushing over-and-over again. My stomach was beginning to calm down. I was sure I'd gotten all of it out of me when suddenly the door flew open and there stood Keon. He was naked and he was stroking his long and slender cock while he stared at me with a grin on his face. "Did you get it all out, Cutie? That laxative works very well, doesn't it? We certainly don't want any 'accidents' when you bend over for me and I take your cherry...." "KEON—GET OUT OF HERE—GET-OUT!!" I shouted. Now it made sense. That 'chocolate vodka' wasn't vodka at all. I needed a plan. Here I was sitting on the toilet with my pants and underwear below my knees. I knew I was in a very vulnerable position. "Wipe yourself clean for me, Sweetie...wipe your pussy clean for me...." MY GOD!! THIS GUY IS CRAZY, I thought. To buy time, I did wipe myself. My anus was a little sore from everything that came out of it. He watched me intently; staring at me with that stupid smile on his face. I counted to myself: ONE-TWO-THREE.... I leapt off the toilet and charged him. I was going to punch his balls hard and run the hell out of that house. He was fast for a guy his size. He side-stepped me and pushed me to the floor. Before I knew it, he had twisted my arm behind my back and was forcing me to stand. His free hand pushed my pants and briefs to the floor. He literally picked me up off the floor and kicked my pants and briefs completely off me. He was behind me. He reached between my legs and grasped my scrotum and squeezed it hard. I cried out as stars danced before my eyes. "Take off your shirt, Sweetie," he said. I hesitated and he squeezed my balls hard again. I'd never known such pain. I fumbled with the buttons and opened my shirt. He ripped it off my chest. He pushed me into the bedroom guiding me by my balls. I tried swinging my free hand at him and he squeezed my balls so hard I almost passed out. He laced his arm around my waist and pushed my head and shoulders onto the bed. He kicked apart my legs. I was now bent over for him with my legs spread wide. I panicked. I pleaded with him: "NO KEON—NO--NO—PLEASE DON'T DO THIS—PLEASE KEON—LET ME GO—I WON'T TELL ANYONE—PLEASE LET ME GO...." When he spoke I didn't recognize his voice. He sounded like pure evil. "YOU LITTLE BITCH—YOU WIGGLE THAT SWEET ASS OF YOURS AROUND THE POOL TABLE—TAUNTING ME—TEASING ME—MAKING MY COCK HARD—THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY 'NO'?" He squeezed my balls hard causing me to scream in anguish. OH MY GOD—HE'S INSANE—THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.... He reached over and gripped my throat in his free hand and squeezed hard. I choked and gasped for air. I thought this was it—I really believed I was going to die. "YOU DO WHAT I TELL YOU AND I'LL LET YOU LIVE—I KNOW YOU WANT IT—I KNOW YOU WANT MY COCK IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY—TELL ME YOU WANT IT—TELL ME YOU WANT MY HARD COCK IN YOUR PUSSY—BEG ME TO FUCK YOUR PUSSY!!" I couldn't get any air—my head was reeling and I was about to pass out—I had to pacify this crazy man. "FUCK MY PUSSY, KEON—STICK YOUR HARD COCK IN MY PUSSY—PLEASE FUCK ME, KEON—PLEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZ...." He relaxed the stranglehold on my neck. I coughed and choked and gulped huge quantities of oxygen. "SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT MY COCK—PULL APART YOUR CHEEKS FOR ME—SHOW ME YOUR PUSSY!!" I quickly reached back and opened my asscheeks. I felt a cool rush of air on my exposed anus. I was too scared to feel humiliation. He was bigger than me and much stronger. I truly believed he could strangle me to death if he wanted. I was in survival-mode now. Nothing else mattered except making it through this night alive. He took his hands off me and walked across the bedroom. I could make another run to the bedroom door, I thought, or I could stand my ground and fight him right here. "KEEP THAT PUSSY OPEN FOR ME—DON'T YOU DARE MOVE OR I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!!" My heart sank as I knew he could do it, too. I cursed myself for being such a wimp—for never learning how to fight—for being so afraid of pain that I would bend over and show my asshole to a man. Before I knew it, he was behind me again. He began to rub something warm and wet between the cheeks of my ass. His finger was coated with some sort of cream and he pressed it against my anus. I clenched my sphincter as tight as I could. He reached down and gripped my balls in his powerful hand and excruciating waves of pain engulfed my entire body. I relaxed my sphincter—his finger pushed into me—he lubricated my asshole with his finger—sawing it in-and-out of me. Tears of shame and humiliation rolled down my cheeks onto the bedspread. I was vanquished—defeated by his superior strength--to the victor belongs the spoils. I was his now to do his bidding. I knew what was coming next and I fought to control my sobbing. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing and hearing me cry. I felt the bulbous head of his cock against my hole. I readied myself for this final assault on my body and mind. Suddenly he said: "PUT IT IN FOR ME—SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT MY COCK!!" The ultimate humiliation! I groaned in deep despair as my small hand reached between my legs and found his cock. It was the first time I'd felt another guys cock. I pressed it against my hole. I hesitated—my life flashed before my eyes. I knew after this I would never be the same. "PUSH YOUR HIPS BACK—TAKE MY COCK INSIDE THAT SWEET PUSSY, PRETTY BOY!!" I pushed back. His cockhead popped through my opening. I stopped to get accustomed to the strange sensations. He grabbed my hips and impatiently pulled me to him. His slender cock slid all the way inside me. It hurt like hell--I bit my lip to stop from crying out. It knocked the air out of me. When I felt his pubic hairs against my asscheeks I gasped for more oxygen. My sphincter had a mind of its own. It tried valiantly to repel the strange invasion, but Keon pinched my asscheeks so hard it forced me to concentrate on keeping my hole loose for him. My asshole felt incredibly full. If I hadn't already vacated my bowels, I would have thought I needed a toilet quickly. "OH SWEETIE, I LOVE YOUR PUSSY—SO HOT—SO TIGHT...." He slowly fucked in-and-out of me. I was glad I'd drunk all those shots of tequila—both my mind and my asshole were becoming numb to his brutal rape. Deep groans of pleasure came from his throat. It gave me an idea. As much as I hated the thought of it, I wanted him to shoot his load inside me as quickly as possible—at least the rape would be done and finished. When he thrust into me I pushed back hard against him—my asshole swallowing the entire length of his cock. I timed the rhythm of his hips with mine. I wildly impaled my asshole on his cock. "YES JOHNNY YES---OH GOD YOU'RE A GOOD FUCK—KEEP FUCKING ME BABY—YES-YES-LIKE THAT, BABY—JUST LIKE THAT!!" He thrust into me faster and with more urgency. His hips begin to buck and jerk—suddenly he cried out. "OOOHHHH—GOD—I'M CUMMING—I'M CUMMING—I KNEW YOU'D LOVE THIS, JOHNNY—I KNEW YOU WERE A FAGGOT---OOOOHHHHHHH—I'M CUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGGG...." It was very strange to feel his hot liquid filling my asshole. He spasmed and jerked wildly and kept cumming and cumming. He held me tight and rammed his cock into me one more time. This time—his final thrust—all the way inside me, gave me a feeling I'd never had before. I felt something incredible that made me cry out with pleasure; it caused my limp dick to suddenly spring to full erection. I was dazed and confused; his thrusting ended and he held me close to him. There was something terribly wrong—his cock remained rock-hard inside my asshole. I began to panic as he held me against him. He stroked my chest and pinched my nipples. Suddenly his voice was soft and tender as he whispered in my ear. "Yes, my little pretty lover-boy...I knew the moment I saw you that I had to have you—I knew you would love my cock..." "NO KEON—NO---LET ME GO—YOU RAPED ME, YOU BASTARD---LET ME GO..." His tongue darted in my ear causing me to shiver. He rolled my nipples to perfect little points. Then his hand squeezed my hard cock and he softly laughed. Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around my waist and picked me up and swung me around until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His cock stayed in my asshole throughout this maneuver. I was now sitting on his cock—he held me so just the head was inside me. "Now my pretty faggot friend, I'm going to give you a fuck you will always remember!" "Please, Keon—no more—please let me go," I whimpered. He didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled me downward until the full-length of his cock was buried deep inside me. I wasn't numb anymore, on the contrary, the walls of my asshole were super-sensitive, and I could feel every ridge and vein on his cock, whatever it was the head of his cock pressed against, it caused me to moan and jerk my hips. He took my balls in his hand and menacingly squeezed and fondled them. "Now my pretty girlfriend—you are going to do the work—you are going to slide up-and-down my cock..." And to show he meant business, he gripped my balls until I cried out in pain. OH MY GOD—PLEASE NO!! My mind screamed in horrified silence. I was now being forced to help him rape me for a second time. I lifted myself up then fell back down on him. I was acutely aware of the walls of my asshole clasping onto the silky flesh of his cock. "LIFT UP UNTIL JUST THE TIP IS INSIDE YOU—THEN SLOWLY PUSH DOWN ON IT...YOU"RE GOING TO LOVE THIS, MY LITTLE GIRLFRIEND...." And to show me what he wanted, he held my asscheeks in his hands and guided my movements. He was soon fucking me with a steady, regular rhythm. He pulled me down hard on his cock—the tip kept bumping against that place in my asshole. I squirmed and jerked every time I felt it. It was a new sensation to me. It felt wonderful and I wanted to cry out in pleasure, but I clenched my teeth. I began to fuck him faster and harder—taking every inch of his cock inside me. The walls of my asshole greedily clung to his velvety flesh. I absolutely loved the feeling of his cock sliding in-and-out of me. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? My mind screamed in emotional anguish. HOW COULD I LOVE BEING FUCKED BY A MAN? AM I REALLY QUEER? KEON IS RIGHT—I AM A LITTLE FAGGOT!! Tears came to my eyes—I couldn't get enough of his cock—I loved his cock inside me. My own cock throbbed and ached—the cum began to boil in my scrotum. I fucked him harder and faster. I began to squeal and whimper every time his cockhead bumped against 'my special place'. I felt his hot breath in my ear: "Yes—I knew you'd love this—I knew you were a faggot who needed a good fucking...slide up and down my cock, queer-boy—make me shoot my load in your tight pussy...." I fucked him faster—not for him, but for me. I was getting real close to shooting my own load. I slid up-and-down his cock in wild abandon. Gone was any shame or humiliation—I needed to cum and that was all that mattered. Suddenly, his hand gripped my cock and squeezed and stroked—that was it—I lost it—the cum shot up from my balls and out of my cock. "OH GOD—OH GOD—OH GOD---UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG...." Keon pulled me down hard on his cock and held me there as he emptied his second load of hot jism in my ass. "I'M CUMMING IN YOUR PUSSY, SWEETIE—OHHH-I'MMM-CUMMINGGGGGGG...." My body continued to buck and jerk as my cock spit out the last of my semen; his cum felt deliciously warm on the sensitive walls of my asshole. My head pounded and I gasped for air. I was dizzy and disoriented. I looked around and didn't know where I was. Suddenly, Keon fell backwards on the bed pulling me down on top of him. He began snoring almost immediately. I lay there silent and still, listening to him sleeping. When I thought it was safe, I gingerly rolled off him. I paused and looked at him—still sleeping. I quietly fell off the bed, scooped up my clothes, and ran to the front door of the house, frantically pulling on clothes along the way. My mind was numb. On the drive home I could still feel his cum oozing from my asshole. I was completely bewildered and deeply ashamed that the greatest orgasm of my life was caused by a man's cock in my ass. I fought back tears as I drove—I didn't want to acknowledge that Keon had totally shattered my confidence and self-image. Not to mention the huge seed of doubt about my sexuality he had planted in my head. I was off work the next two days and never left my apartment. Luckily, I only saw Mike once. He came home for a change of clothes between work and a date with Margaret. "You feeling okay?" he asked after seeing I hadn't showered or shaved. "Yeah, I'm fine...don't really feel like doing anything...." I replied. He shrugged his shoulders and left me alone. I began searching the internet for answers. I wanted to know how I could possibly respond like I did to my rape. I stumbled onto a site that stated there was such a thing as 'involuntary response' to unwanted stimulus—that a man's prostate could act like a 'g-spot' and give him an 'involuntary orgasm'—even against his will. Keon Ch. 01 I felt better when I went back to work. Smiling and flirting with the girls bolstered my spirits, and confidence. I went to a different restaurant after work. I lied to Mike and told him I was seeing a new girl. One night, right around last call, a guy came into the bar and sat in my section. As I approached him I chuckled to myself. He was dressed in ridiculous clothes, he had earrings in both ears, and he waved me over with a faggoty limp wrist. "Last call," I said. "What I can I get you?" He looked at my name badge and then my face and said, "I don't know what he sees in you—you're not that cute." The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight. Oh-oh, I said to myself. This didn't feel right. "What do you want?" I coldly asked him. "Keon wants to see you after work—go to the restaurant—he'll be in his car," he said. I stared into the little twinkies eyes and spat out: "You tell that motherfucker I'm going to kill him if he ever comes close to me again...." The twink didn't seem to be surprised by my reaction. "Yeah, a lot of guys feel that way at first..." he smiled at me. "...but I think you better do what he wants." "What?" I almost shouted, but I didn't want to attract attention to us. "Why in hell should I go see him?" "Well, for one thing, when I leave here I'm going straight to your parent's house and wait outside until I hear from Keon...if he doesn't call me I'm going to pound on your parent's front door until I wake them up—then I'm going to go all faggoty on them—telling them what a wonderful boyfriend you've been—what a great lover you are, and how much I want you back after you dumped me for a younger and prettier boy...how do you think they'll react to that news?" The blood drained from my face. I KNEW how they would react to his news. "You wouldn't dare...." I mumbled. He recited my parent's address to me and told me Keon would be waiting then he hopped off the bar stool and pranced out of the bar leaving me standing there dumbfounded in stunned silence. I hurried through my side work after the bar closed and was out the door as soon as possible. At first I felt rage—blindingly white rage.... Then the fear set in. I began to tremble and shake. Tears formed in my eyes; I wanted to cry but I controlled it. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I was an emotional wreck. I was terrified of what he might want from me this time. His new Cadillac was parked away from the other cars. Mike was off work so I knew he wouldn't be here to see me. I walked to the drivers-side window; he rolled it down just far enough for me to hear him say, "GET IN!" The walk around his car to the passenger's door seemed like the longest walk of my life. I climbed into the car. "I missed you, Sweetie—did you miss me, too?" he said through a smile. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" I shouted. "Calm down, baby—I just want to spend some quality time with you." "Leave me alone, Keon—you had your fun—I don't want to see you ever again!" "That's no way to talk to your lover, Johnny...come over here—sit beside me." I didn't move. "GET OVER HERE---NOW!!" I literally felt any resistance I had left leave my body. I sat next to him and he put his arm around me. He kissed me on the cheek—I felt nauseous. "Sweetie, I'm sure your pussy is still sore from the other night so you only have to suck my cock---okay?" I began to shake and unintelligible words escaped my mouth. I looked around me—was this real? Could this be happening? I didn't see anyone who could save me. "Keon---please---I can't do this—please don't make me do this...." He showed me the clock on his phone—it read 2:30. He laid the phone on the dashboard where we both could read the time. "I know you met Percy tonight and he explained what his job for me was," he said. "Well, it looks like you have thirty minutes to suck my cock and swallow my cum, or Percy is going to deliver some very disturbing news to your parent's...if I haven't cum in your mouth by 3 o'clock I'm going to ruin your life!" "Please, Keon—please don't make me do this...." "You're wasting time, Sweetie...this being your first time I doubt you'll be very good at it...you might have trouble making me cum...you better get started...." In the darkness of the car I let the tears flow down my face. At least when he raped me the alcohol had dulled my senses, but now I was stone-cold sober—totally awake and aware of what he wanted from me. I heard the lock on the passenger door slam shut. It may as well have been a prison cell door slamming closed behind me. "Kiss me first," he said."I want some romance before you blow me." I sat there lost and alone; completely unable to move. Keon Ch. 02 The first chapter of this story is in the "NonConsent/Reluctance" section of Literotica. "Kiss me first," he said."I want some romance before you blow me." I sat there lost and alone; unable to move. What he wanted from me was repugnant; unthinkable. It was totally against my upbringing and beliefs. My logical mind said I had to do it though—I had no other choice. If I refused, he would ruin my life; I was frozen in place—too terrified to move. The front seat of the car was illuminated only by the light coming from his phone. Suddenly his large hand gripped my throat and squeezed—he cut off my airway; I began to choke and gasp for oxygen. He leaned over and simply said: "Tic-tic-tic...." My eyes darted to the clock on his phone—it was 2:33am—in 27 minutes Percy the Twink would be pounding on my parent's front door telling them vicious lies about he and I being lovers. I couldn't let that happen. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled my head close and kissed me full on the lips. His breath stank and when his slimy tongue invaded my mouth I had no choice but to press my tongue against his. It was awful. When he pulled away I took a deep breath and reached over to open his slacks. He slapped my hands away. "What are you doing?" he asked. Now I was REALLY confused. "I—but—I was going to---OH CHRIST—WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" I cried with exasperation. "I want you to talk dirty to me," he replied then leaned over and whispered in my ear. From that moment on, he expected me to say out loud whatever he whispered in my ear. "Keon, er—I mean 'Darling'—please let me open your pants and take out your cock—I want to feel your cock so bad...." "I know you do, sweetie—go ahead—open my pants and take out my cock," he said. I struggled with his belt and zipper; he finally helped me and pushed his slacks and underwear to his knees. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was semi-erect; I caressed the soft flesh. He whispered in my ear then I said: "P-Please let me lick it, darling—please let me get your cock hard for my mouth." As I lowered my head I inhaled a strong odor. It wasn't sickening; it was actually an aroma I'd smelled before from my own crotch. I hesitated long enough for him to say "Tic-tic-tic..." I pressed my tongue to his cock and began licking. I was surprised how soft and smooth it felt against my lips and tongue. He responded almost immediately; his cock swiftly became fully erect. He pulled my head up and whispered in my ear then I said: "Please, darling—please let me suck your cock—I need to taste your cum—please let me suck your cock!" He held me by my hair and whispered again; I groaned then loudly said: "PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK, DARLING—PLEASE LET ME SUCK IT!!!" He yanked my head downward until his cock was pressing against my closed mouth. I took a deep breath, wet my lips then slid them over his mushroom-shaped cockhead. "OH JOHNNY THAT FEELS WONDERFUL—USE YOUR TONGUE SWEETIE—SUCK ME OFF, JOHNNY—YES—THAT'S IT--SUCK MY COCK, JOHNNY." Then in a whisper he said, "Twenty-one minutes, fagboy...." This was when I finally accepted my fate—if I didn't make him cum in twenty-one minutes my life would be irrevocably changed forever. If I didn't suck his cock my parent's would believe his lies and shut me out of their lives. I couldn't let that happen. I began thinking about the many blowjobs I'd received in my life. What the girls did that felt good to me, and the things they did I didn't like. I steadied myself, and with a firm resolve, I closed my eyes and began bobbing my head up-and-down on his cock using all the skill I could muster with my lips and tongue. I held the shaft of his seven-inch prick in one hand, squeezing and stroking it. My other hand cupped his scrotum and my fingers gently rolled and massaged his balls. My tongue explored his silky smoothness trying to find his most sensitive areas. When I felt his hips involuntarily jerk, and I heard him moan, I knew where to concentrate my efforts. "OH GOD, JOHNNY—YOU ARE A WONDERFUL COCKSUCKER!!" I licked and tongued and sucked his cock a long time. From time-to-time I looked up at the clock...I had 16 minutes to go...12 minutes...8 minutes.... I couldn't believe his staying power. I would have shot my load several minutes ago. "OH YES—SUCK IT, JOHNNY—SUCK MY BIG COCK!!" His hips finally began thrusting upward forcing more of his hardness into my mouth. I knew he was getting close so I frantically worked my hands and mouth to get him off—to get him to shoot his cum in my mouth. That was another matter—swallowing his cum. As abhorrent and disgusting the thought of it was to me, I knew there was no other option. My head and hands worked his cock faster. A loud, steady moan escaped from his throat. Suddenly, I felt his balls contract in my hand then his cock expand in my mouth. I pressed my tongue to his cockslit in time to lap-up the first stream of cum erupting from his cock. "OH GOD JOHNNY---I'M CUMMING---SWALLOW IT ALL, BABY—SWALLOW MY CUM, JOHNNY—OOOHHH GODDD—I'M CUMMING—I'M CUMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGGGGGG...." His cum was bitter and salty. I concentrated hard not to gag as I was forced to taste and swallow mouthful-after-mouthful of his oily sperm and semen. When his contortions ended, and his prick went limp in my mouth, he whispered to me. He made me say: "THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SUCK YOUR COCK, DARLING---THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SWALLOW YOUR CUM!!" I looked at the clock: it was 2:58. I cried out in desperation: "CALL HIM, KEON—CALL YOUR QUEERBOY AND TELL HIM TO LEAVE MY PARENT'S ALONE!!" Keon chuckled as he leisurely pressed a button on his phone. Then I heard him say: "You can go home now, Percy...Johnny is a wonderful cocksucker---I knew he would be!" The drive home was long and miserable. His cum coated my tongue and all I could taste and smell was his foul juices. My mind was numb. I tried hard to block-out what I'd just done. I turned the volume on the radio up loud and concentrated on the lyrics to every song. A single teardrop escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. The next couple days I kept my mind as busy as I could. When I wasn't working, I scoured the internet and read as many articles and stories I could. When I became bored with that I bought a book I'd been meaning to read. I was beginning to feel better about myself. I convinced myself it wasn't my fault. He had lured me to his home and raped me; then he blackmailed me into doing what I did in the car. I was completely blameless in all this, but yet, deep down I felt like I had lost my independence—my identity—my soul. The longer I didn't hear from Keon, I slowly felt better, but I had a sick feeling that it wasn't over just yet. I was on pins and needles—any time the phone rang it startled me and I became afraid; at work, whenever someone walked through the door I looked to see who it was. He had effectively shattered my nerves and confidence. One night after work I told myself I can't go on like this—I had to take back my life. I decided to meet my roommate, Mike for breakfast at the diner. I didn't see Keon's car when I arrived so I went into the restaurant. Mike was spending most of his time now with his girlfriend so our back-and-forth banter felt good. I even managed to smile. Then suddenly during the meal Mike said something that made my ears prick up: "Oh, by the way, Keon gave his two-week notice at work...he's moving to Washington D.C.—I guess he got a job at the Egyptian embassy...." The lights of the restaurant seemed brighter and the food suddenly tasted fantastic. It felt like a hundred-pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I didn't say a word—I ate my food in peaceful serenity. Mike, as usual, was in a hurry to see Margaret. He finished and I told him I'd pick-up the check. When he left I savored the last few bites of my breakfast. Once outside, I instinctively looked around—HIS car still wasn't there. As I walked briskly to my Chevy, a shadowy figure quickly walked up to me. It scared the hell out of me. It was Percy the Twink—my heart sank faster than a concrete anchor. He held out a small package and said: "Here, this is from 'your lover'—you better do what he says!" I took the package and Percy quickly disappeared. My body began to tremble and shake. I drove home lost in a fog of despair. I briefly considered driving into an oncoming car—but thought 'why hurt an innocent person?' When I got home I opened the package and saw a silver disc with a note. The note read: "My Sweet Little Fagboy, I have attained employment in Washington D.C. with my country's embassy. I will be leaving here for good in two weeks. You and I are going to have a 'good-bye party' on Thursday night. Be at my home before 6pm, or copies of this disc will be sent to your parents, Mike and several copies to The 500 Club for the amusement of all your friends there. Love Your Tight Pussy and Sweet Mouth, Keon." My hands shook so badly I had a problem inserting the disc. What I heard made my skin crawl—I wanted to vomit: "Please, darling—please let me suck your cock—I need to taste your cum—please let me suck your cock!" "PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK, DARLING—PLEASE LET ME SUCK IT!!!" It was clearly, and unmistakably my voice. "OH JOHNNY THAT FEELS WONDERFUL—USE YOUR TONGUE SWEETIE—SUCK ME OFF, JOHNNY—YES—THAT'S IT--SUCK MY COCK, JOHNNY." "OH GOD, JOHNNY—YOU ARE A WONDERFUL COCKSUCKER!!" "OH YES—SUCK IT, JOHNNY—SUCK MY BIG COCK!!" I sat slack-jawed with wide eyes listening to my voice. No one---NO ONE---besides me should ever hear this recording, I told myself. "OH GOD JOHNNY---I'M CUMMING---SWALLOW IT ALL, BABY—SWALLOW MY CUM, JOHNNY—OOOHHH GODDD—I'M CUMMING—I'M CUMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGGGGGG...." ...and then I heard my final humiliation: "THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SUCK YOUR COCK, DARLING---THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SWALLOW YOUR CUM!!" I buried my head in my hands and softly cried. I was off-work Thursday and spent the day in my bed either sleeping or staring mindlessly at the ceiling. At 4 o'clock I went to the kitchen and ate a big salad. Then I took a long, hot shower, got dressed and left the apartment at 5:15. It only took 25 minutes to get to his house but I couldn't risk being late. On the drive to his house I tried to focus on the positive: in two weeks he would be gone—out of my life forever. But I couldn't help wonder what he would make me do until then. I parked the car and waited until 5:57 to get out and knock on his door. "Hi there, girlfriend...." he said with a big smile on his face. "I've been looking forward to seeing you all day—I haven't had sex for three days—my balls are full of cum." I cringed at his lewdness as I followed him to the study. Inside, I was startled to see Percy the Twink standing near the pool table with a cue stick in his hand. He was naked except for what appeared to be a brown leather jockstrap. The round cheeks of his ass were clearly exposed. Keon tapped me on the shoulder and when I turned I saw he was holding a small, very white-looking piece of clothing—it looked like a jockstrap. "Take your clothes off and put this on," he casually said. "Keon, please, I—", I tried to protest. He gripped my neck and squeezed hard cutting off my air supply. "LISTEN TO ME, FAGGOT—YOU'RE GOING TO DO EVERY THING I TELL YOU OR YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!!" I began removing my clothes already regretting that day. When I was naked I reached for the jockstrap, but he had another idea. He pushed me to the side of the pool table, he cleared the balls off the table then made me lie across the green felt. My feet barely touched the floor. I was very aware of the vulnerability of my position. "BRING ME THE BELT FROM HIS PANTS!!" he screamed at Percy. He wasted no time. I heard the whistling of the belt through the air before he brought it down on my bottom. SSMMMAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.... SSMMMAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.... SSMMMAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.... SSMMMAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.... SSMMMAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.... SSMMMAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.... I couldn't hold out any longer—I cried like a spanked schoolgirl. I choked on my tears and phlegm. When he quit belt-whipping me my sobs were the only sound in the room. He rubbed my bruised bottomcheeks. "Sweetie, I will do this to you every time you disobey me, or I don't think you're moving fast enough...are you going to obey me now, girlfriend?" "Y-yes...I'll-I'll obey you, Keon." He raised the belt and brought it down sharply on my asscheek—I yelped in pain. "From now on call me 'Darling'—is that understood?" "Y-yes, darling—I'm sorry, darling...." He left me lying across the pool table. When he returned he offered me a glass of wine and a blue pill. "Here," he said, "swallow this...." I saw that he and Percy were also swallowing a blue pill. It must not be harmful if they're taking it too, I thought as I sipped the wine and swallowed the pill. He gave me the jockstrap and with no conversation I stepped into it and pulled it up in place. It was one size too small. My penis and balls were barely contained. I felt cool air on my naked asscheeks. He went to the bar again. This time he returned with a low-ball glass half full of the liquid laxative I drank the last time I was here. "I believe you are acquainted with this flavor...." he said as he gave me the glass. "Drink it—drink it all now." There wasn't a thing I could do but drink the laxative and give him back the glass. I hadn't been paying attention: somewhere along the way Keon had stripped to his boxers shorts and nothing else. He came and took me in his arms. He stroked my face and hair; he was acting very tender as he began kissing my cheeks and neck. He stroked my shoulders and back. He kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth for his tongue. Suddenly, Percy hugged me from behind. I was in the middle. It was a dizzying sensation to be held tightly by two men. Their hands stroking and teasing me--I achieved my first erection of the night. The head of my cock popped out of the top of the jockstrap; Keon squeezed it and pushed it back inside the small pouch. "Feel how excited you make us—feel our cocks," Keon said softly. I didn't hesitate. My hand sought out the front of Keon's shorts and I grasped his hard cock through the material. My other hand reached behind me and rubbed Percy's leather-covered crotch. I had learned my lesson from the belt-whipping: I was going to do whatever Keon told me to do. I accepted the fact that I was going to be his bitch tonight, and I would perform whatever sex act he demanded. Suddenly, the familiar aches and cramps hit my stomach. It caused me to panic. "Darling—I need to use the bathroom!" I announced. "Reach inside our shorts and hold our cocks," he replied. I slid my hands under their waistbands and found their smooth erections. I stroked them. I was surprised to find Percy's cock to be almost identical to Keons' in girth and length. I ran my hands up-and-down their seven-inch cocks. The feeling of their turgid flesh in my hands caused my own hardness to swell and throb. I shivered and Keon laughed. "Yes, my pretty boy—I know how much you love the feel of our cocks—you are going to have double the fun tonight—the blue pill we all took was Viagra—you are going to be sucking us and fucking us all night long...." Keon directed us to walk slowly to the bedroom. My hands busy inside their shorts. A groan escaped my lips as I caressed and stroked their hot cocks. As we walked, Keon would kiss me on the lips then turn my head towards Percy and I would kiss him, too. They set me on the toilet seat just in time. My bowels emptied in a watery rush. A few minutes later they returned to the bathroom. Keon had a pipe and he lit the contents and took a deep drag then offered it to Percy. "Hashish from Turkey—the very best...." he said. Percy gave me the pipe and I took a drag and began coughing. They laughed. I took another drag. "Hold it in your lungs as long as you can," said Keon. I took another deep drag then tried to give the pipe back to Keon. "No, sweetie...the rest is for you...smoke it all...." My throat burned as I smoked the pipe. My head began floating; everything was wonderful now. "Wipe your pussy, sweetie...." I heard a voice say to me. I cleaned myself and when I looked up both Keon and Percy were naked—standing close to my face. Their hard cock's inches from my mouth. "Kiss them, sweetie—kiss our cocks...." I breathed-in their manly aroma as my lips puckered and I alternated kissing their cockheads. I couldn't resist and my tongue snaked out to lick their velvety flesh. I lapped at the precum from their slits. Their taste and smells overpowered my mind. I suddenly became lost in a dreamy fog of lust and desire. Any reticence on my part was gone. I kissed and licked their cocks while my hands caressed their balls. It seemed to me their balls were very heavy. They lifted me off the toilet. I groaned with disappointment when their cocks were taken from my face. We stepped into the bedroom. The lights were so bright they hurt my eyes. I had to narrow my eyes to tiny slits to see. Why did they need such bright lights? I wondered. Through the haze I saw four cameras mounted on tripods. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why they were there. Then they were touching me again and everything else didn't matter. I was only aware of their hands and cocks and lips and tongues. We were all naked now and they guided me to the big bed in the middle of the room. A mass of tangled, writhing, sweating flesh on the satin sheets. I have only vague and cloudy memories of that night. Their hard cocks—that's what I remember most of all. I sucked them both to orgasm then licked their assholes until their cocks got hard again. Keon bent me over the end of the bed and fucked me in the ass while I sucked Percy's magnificent cock. I remember squirming and writhing my hips in time to Keon's long, hard thrusts into me. Then I was sitting on Keon's lap, my pussy sliding up-and-down his cock. Percy, standing in front of me, offered me his ball sac and I eagerly kissed and licked and sucked his balls. They were using me like a girl and I loved it! I was riding Keon's cock when the first of my orgasms exploded from my balls. My body shook and spasmed violently from what was the greatest ejaculation of my young life. That was when I blurted out: "I love you, darling—I love you!" The Viagra and hashish had completely eliminated my inhibitions. It was an endless night of my mouth and pussy filled with their steely-hard cocks. I don't know how many times they filled my orifices with their manly essence. I had four orgasms myself before I blacked-out--each one more powerful than the last. I dreamt I was kneeling between the altar of Keon's legs worshipping his cock. My gaze fixed on his manly pole--waiting for his command.... The bed was shaking, I thought there was an earthquake. Then I felt his hand on my chest, Keon was trying to wake me. When I opened my eyes my head felt groggy—the room seemed to be spinning out of control. I looked over at Keon, he had a contented smile on his face. He pushed down the bedspread and made two silent gestures: he pointed to his hard cock then traced his forefinger over my lips. I instinctively knelt between his legs and set to work on relieving his morning hard-on with my hands and mouth. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. After I had swallowed more mouthfuls of his cum, he had me clean his cock with my tongue. Then he leaned over; kissed my forehead, and told me to go back to sleep. I was only too willing to obey. The sound of him taking a shower was the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep once again. Keon Ch. 02 Sometime much later, I was awakened by the feel of Percy's hand on my cock. He was gently stroking my hard-on. I turned on my side to face him. I took his long cock in my hand then I kissed him. He kissed me back. We masturbated each other in perfect rhythm. I had been completely wrong about Percy. He wasn't a mean-spirited twink at all. On the contrary, he was all man, and very loving and generous with his attentions to me. He seemed genuinely concerned for me. And he was gorgeous, too.... We broke our kiss and cried out at the same time as the cum spurted from our cocks and covered our bellies and hands. We both were breathing very hard. It was then that the overpowering aroma of sperm and semen filled my nostrils. The bedroom air was thick with the smell of last night. Percy kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'll be right back." He climbed out of bed, and still naked, left the bedroom. When he returned he gave me a cup of hot coffee. "Here," he said, "...this will help get his flavor out of your mouth...he's got some nasty-tasting spunk, doesn't he?" I looked with surprise at him and laughed. We began talking. It felt like we were old friends. He actually listened when I spoke. Finally, I asked: "Well, what happens next?" He suddenly averted his eyes and changed the subject. "C'mon," he said, "let's take a shower." We soaped each other and washed all remnants of last night off our bodies. I became bold and lathered his crotch and soaped his cock and balls. He was hairless down there and I loved the feel of his smooth skin. His penis began to rise. I gently caressed him to full erection. Without saying a word, I went to my knees and for the very first time, I willingly took another man's hard cock in my mouth. I sucked him slowly; methodically. I lathered his cock with my saliva. My tongue traced every vein and ridge; I discovered the underside of his cock was particularly sensitive so I concentrated my efforts there. His moans of pleasure were music to my ears. With the hot water streaming down on my back, and my mouth full with his cock, I became lost in the sucking. When his hips began to push his cock deeper in my mouth I increased the pressure and tempo. Suddenly he cried out: "OH-GOD, JOHNNY-OH-GOD---I'M-CUMMING—I'M-CUMMMMMMIINNGGGGGG...." His sweet nectar filled my mouth and I swallowed. The flavor of his cum reminded me of cream soda—delicious. I needed to swallow three times to get all of his juice. When I stood he kissed me full on the lips and grasped my erection and was about to go to his knees when I stopped him, "Let's just say you owe me one," I said with a smile. I lathered and washed his cock once again. Once we had dried ourselves and were back in the bedroom, Percy slid on his leather underwear; he handed me, not a jockstrap, but what appeared to be a woman's thong panty. I looked at him quizzically. "He wants you to wear this...." is all he said. It was pink with a lace waistband, I stepped into it--the crotch barely covered my 'package'. I looked down, my cock and balls were clearly visible through the sheer, diaphanous material. I felt ridiculous. Percy sensed this and took me in his arms and we kissed. "You look beautiful," he said, gazing into my eyes. "C'mon—I'll make you breakfast," he announced. He held my hand as we walked to the kitchen, naked, except for our tiny 'uniforms'. I guessed this was how Keon wanted to see us when he got home. We were both famished. Percy made us sausage, eggs, potatoes and toast. It was delicious and we ate everything. Afterwards, I loaded the dishwasher and we went into the study and plopped down on the soft, leather sofa. Percy flipped on the tv and we watched a soap opera and made fun of the actors and storyline. During one commercial I asked Percy where Keon was. "Well, ah...I'm not sure...." he said; I sensed he knew where Keon was but didn't want to tell me. After an hour or so, we heard the front door slam and footsteps coming towards the study. Keon walked in carrying a large box. He set it down near the dvd player and pulled out a disc and inserted it in the machine. Keon sat between us with remote control in hand. "Sweetie," he said to me, "I want you to watch this closely." The blood drained from my face when I realized what I was watching: everything we did in the bedroom last night was clear to see. l appeared to be more a very willing participant than a victim of blackmail. My shrieks of pleasure and eagerness to perform varying sex acts made it obvious for all to see that I clearly enjoyed what we were doing. I was horrified. My eyes bugged-out; I was breathing hard and sweating profusely. "W-What are you going to do with this?" I asked in a panic-stricken voice. "Nothing," he said in a calm voice, "...if you move with Percy and me to Washington--it will be our little secret...I've had several copies made, and if you decide NOT to go with us—everyone you know will see this video—your parent's will see their little fagboy having the time of his life...I want you to pick up the phone and call your work—give your boss notice that you're quitting...." You may be thinking now is the time to stand-up to Keon—to accept who I am and refuse to be blackmailed any further. Boy, are you wrong.... It may be the 21st century everywhere else, but in my town people still have a 19th century attitude towards homosexuality. There were very few openly gay people around here, and they were mocked and ridiculed. My dad once told me: "John, you can be anything you want in this life—just don't be queer. No son of mine will ever be with a man in 'that way'. It would devastate your mother, and if I even think you're queer--I'll be the first one to beat the shit out of you...." His words are deeply imprinted in my mind. The most important thing in the world to me is to not disappoint my mom and dad—there is no way I could break their hearts by admitting to them who I was. I would rather die than tell them I was queer. My trembling hand reached for the cell phone on the table, Keon stopped me. He said, "Here is your story—memorize it—you will be repeating it to your friends over and over the next couple weeks." He then went on to tell me what to say to everyone. When the day finally came I drove my car to my parent's house to leave it there. I introduced Keon and Percy to them. They were profusely grateful to Keon and thanked him for everything. With my mother in tears, and my dad waving good-bye, I got in the backseat of the Cadillac and we slowly drove off. Keon turned the corner and, out of sight from my parents, he stopped the car. "Get in the front seat," he said to me. Percy held the door open while I climbed inside between them. We started off on our journey. When he turned down the on-ramp of the freeway, he said: "Sweetie, we have a six-hour drive ahead of us—open our pants and hold our balls—when we get hard you'll relieve us with your mouth." I did as I was told—his lewd words made my penis twitch inside my panties. I sat back enjoying the weight of their balls in my hands and listened to the hum of the tires on the highway. Keon Ch. 03 I was sitting between Keon and Percy in the front seat of the car, naked except for sheer, pink panties with my hands inside their shorts holding their scrotums. Their balls were heavy in my small hands. We'd been driving over three-hours when we saw a 'Rest Area -- 2 Miles' sign. Keon pulled my head to his and kissed me on the lips. "Caress our pricks—make them hard for that pretty mouth of yours," he commanded. My own penis became semi-erect, pressing deliciously against the sensual material of the panties. I hated that I responded this way whenever Keon spoke crudely to me. My fingers nimbly ran the length of their cocks. I stroked and caressed their flesh and soon coaxed them into full erections. Keon turned the car onto the off-ramp for the 'Rest Area' as I began to stroke their rigid shafts. Keon parked beside a car where a family of four were outside, stretching their legs. Their children looked to be about nine or ten years old. "Suck my cock, faggot," Keon ordered. There was no hesitation anymore on my part. I was completely resigned to my fate. There was no other choice but to obey Keon and perform whatever sex act he desired, and his desires were many and often; he was extremely libidinous—it was common for him to achieve nine or ten erections every day which either Percy or me would relieve. I knew the family couldn't see me lower my head to take his cockhead in my mouth through the one-way glass on Keon's car. I had to release Percy's cock so I could massage Keon's large balls while I sucked and stroked his long shaft. Percy's hands glided over my naked flesh, caressing my shoulders, chest and thighs. He paid special attention to my breasts and nipples; rolling and pinching the hard little points between his fingers causing my cock to throb inside my panties and eliciting deep moans of pleasure from me. Percy knew what drove me wild with lust and did his best to help me endure the sucking. Keon's cock stretched my mouth wide-open, and Percy's skilled hands made me forget about my aching jaw. My own cock was hard as a rock now, and Percy would occasionally grip it in his hand and squeeze it through the panties sending jolts of pleasure shooting throughout my body. Much to my chagrin, and to Keon's delight, we discovered early-on that I became extremely excited whenever I had a hard cock in my mouth or bottom. Keon would say my excitement was proof that I was a faggot who loved hard cocks. I couldn't dispute him since my own body seemed to prove him right. When Keon said, "FASTER" my hand rapidly stroked his shaft as I furiously bobbed my head up-and-down his throbbing cock. I felt Keon's hand on the back of my head, holding my head in place and forcing more of his prick into my mouth, and I knew he was about to cum so I flattened my tongue over his slit and waited for his gushing fluids. I felt his balls contract in my hand. "Y-Yesss...Y-Yesss...OH GOD YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSS...." I slurped-up and swallowed his foul-tasting spunk. His jism coated my tongue and, as usual, I concentrated on not gagging on his nasty fluids. Percy told me later that when Keon was in the throes of orgasm, and shouting his pleasure, the mother of the children next to us must have heard him through the closed windows because she gave a startled look at our car then hurriedly packed the kids and her husband inside and they made a hasty retreat away from us. We guessed the woman had personal experience with the sounds of a man's excitement during ejaculation. I lifted my head and fixed Keon's slacks and shorts but did not fasten his belt: I knew at some point he would have me hold his balls for him when we resumed traveling. He patted me on the head and said, "Good job, sweetie, your cocksucking has improved 100% over the last two weeks...why don't you suck-off your boyfriend now...." Of course it was a command and not a question, but it was an order I loved to hear. I immediately buried my head in Percy's crotch. His manly aroma thrilled my senses. I found his smell intoxicating, and better yet, I loved the taste of his cock. It had only been a couple days since Keon began referring to Percy as "my boyfriend", and I couldn't refute his assessment. I guess it had become obvious to them both that I loved servicing Percy's cock, and it was becoming clear to me, and maybe to them as well, that I had a crush on him. I wasn't ready, just yet, to admit that I could possibly be in love with a man. He was kind, attentive and very caring towards me. I had no idea how he felt about me, but the fact that he was near me all the time made my ordeal with Keon so much easier to endure. Keon was back on the freeway and I was very careful with Percy's cock in my mouth. The slightest bump in the road could have caused my teeth to hurt his most sensitive flesh. The front of my panties were soaked with pre-cum, and when Keon leaned over and gripped my throbbing prick and began stroking it, I could no longer contain myself. I increased my speed and tempo on Percy's cock; deep groans of pleasure came from his throat, and his hips began pumping his cock further into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt his cockhead expand in my mouth; he cried out and unloaded his balls into my greedily sucking mouth. I swallowed every drop of his delicious cream. Keon's skillful hand coaxed my own balls to erupt—I flooded my panties with cum. I felt Keon's hand reach inside my panties—he scooped-up as much of my cum as he could and presented his hand to my mouth. He said to me: "Clean my hand with your lips and tongue." It wasn't the first time he forced me to taste my own cum. I laid my head against Keon's shoulder and drifted off to sleep as I held their balls in my hands. I wanted to rest my head against Percy but it might have made Keon mad. To my way of thinking, holding another man's balls was the ultimate degradation and act of total humiliation and submission. I wondered to myself: How in the world had I become such a weak-willed pussyboy? In my slumber, I dreamed Percy and I were on a white, sandy beach enjoying a hot sun and cold margaritas. There was no Keon, just me and my boyfriend. Keon's shoulder jerked as he pulled the car off the road onto an off-ramp causing me to awake from my sleep. He drove a few blocks then turned into a motel parking lot and stopped at the motel office. Before Keon left the car he said to Percy: "Get our little cuntboy get dressed...." Percy leaned over the seat and retrieved my clothes. "Are you alright, Johnny?" Percy asked as he gazed into my eyes while he helped me dress. His question touched me deeply; I took it as a sign that he cared about me. My heart warmed with joy. I smiled at him: "I'm fine—as long as I'm with you...." I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him and hold onto him. For an instant I thought he felt the same way, but Keon was coming out of the motel office. He was chuckling to himself when he got into the car. "You should have seen the look on her face when I told her there were three of us, and all we needed was one king-sized bed...." he laughed. I'd seen that look before. When Keon took me shopping for panties, a salesgirl approached and asked if she could help us. Keon smiled and asked her: "How do you think he'd look wearing these?" He then handed me panties and said, "Sweetie, hold these up to your waist...." The salesgirl quickly turned her horror-stricken face and walked briskly away from us. We were given a room at the far end of the building. After showering, Keon told Percy and me to get on our knees; his cock was hard—again. Percy was in front sucking and massaging his cock. I was underneath with my lips pressed tightly to his anus while my tongue pushed into his asshole, lathering the walls of his rectum. It was difficult breathing in this position, and every breath I took the foul aroma from his asshole permeated my nose and mind. Luckily, I benefitted from Percy's skill as a cocksucker, and I didn't have to lick Keon's asshole very long. After dinner at a restaurant next to the motel, we returned to the room, stripped naked, and with me in the middle of the bed between them, I performed whatever sex acts Keon demanded. As usual, my own cock throbbed and ached and begged for attention but their pleasure always came first. So to speak.... Finally, after Percy delivered a large load of cum in my ass, Keon had me sit on his lap with my back towards him, and I bounced up-and-down on his cock. Keon loved the feel of Percy's slick jism in my ass. To my surprise, Keon ordered Percy to suck my cock as he fucked me in the ass. This was a first: Percy had never sucked me before. I was in heaven the moment he took my hardness in his mouth. His lips and tongue were incredible. I felt as though Percy truly wanted to give me as much pleasure as he could. And he did. The double-delight of sliding up-and-down Keon's cock, and Percy's expert mouthing of my trembling prick gave me a fantastic orgasm. My body shook and gyrated out of control as I pumped hot loads of cum down Percy's throat. Keon and I cried out at the same time. He filled my asshole with another huge load of his spunk. I briefly thought how appalled the desk clerk would be if she'd heard our screams of pleasure. Keon shook me awake the next morning so I could give him his morning blowjob. He claimed this was his favorite of the day. He would always say: "Yes...there's nothing more invigorating than shooting your wad into a pretty boy's mouth first thing in the morning." Lucky for me, he made me suck Percy, too. I loved it when Percy was the last to cum in my mouth; his jism was ambrosia compared to Keons, and left a pleasant after-taste. Once we finished breakfast we drove a few hours then Keon made another 'Rest Area' stop. His insatiable appetite for sex never ceased to amaze me. And again, I serviced his cock first then Percy's. I noticed that my mouth and jaw didn't ache afterwards; they were finally becoming accustomed to being stretched wide for long periods of time. I was also becoming aware of my own increasing desires. Every time I had one of their cocks in my hands or mouth or ass, my own cock grew rigid and begged for attention. I'd never had so many hard-on's in my life, but Keon would allow me to orgasm only once or twice a day. My body and mind were seething cauldrons of pent-up sexual desire. I now looked forward to pleasuring Keon with hopes he would permit me to cum, as well. Orgasms were now far more important to me than common sense and logic. A sense of excitement overcame all three of us as we drove through our nation's capitol. I'd never been to D.C. before and looked forward to seeing all the historical sites. The traffic seemed crazy as we made our way through the city. I drank in all the sights and sounds. Keon turned into a gated community and showed the security guard his identification. We were soon unloading the car into a beautiful house, secluded by hundreds of trees and dense shrubbery. The inside of the house looked vaguely familiar then it occurred to me it was almost identical to Keon's house back home. When we went into the bedroom Percy and I looked at each other in amazement: it was completely the same as the other house. Almost the same that is: the master bathroom contained something I'd never seen before--a bidet. It wasn't long before Keon taught me how to squat over the bidet to wash his semen from my asshole. "My father is a traditionalist...." Was all Keon said when we asked why the two houses were so much alike. My hopes of exploring Washington D.C. were quickly crushed. Keon announced I wasn't allowed outside the house during daylight hours. "I don't want the sunshine to damage your white flesh...." is all he said. From what? Sunburn? I wondered. And just as he had commanded at the old house, I was to wear panties-only. That rule was reasonable: I enjoyed traipsing about the house nearly-naked. Percy was to wear only his short boxers, unless he went out to do the shopping. Percy was to do all the grocery shopping, and I was to clean the house every day. I was feeling more-and-more like Keon's personal slave. I cursed myself for being so weak and fearful. Even though I now acknowledged and embraced my newfound sexuality, I was terrified by the reactions of my family and friends to the photos and videos of me and Keon and Percy in the bedroom. There was no way I could subject my mom and dad to those images. I would continue to do Keon's bidding. There was an exercise room in the house and Keon immediately established a strict regimen I had to follow every day: Hundreds of sit-ups to flatten my slightly bulging belly; and a strange device where I gripped handles and pushed them away from my body then back again. He said my chest needed 'definition'—whatever that was. Keon personally took charge of another aspect of my conditioning: three times a day, I would sit on his lap with my back to him, and he would reach around me and take my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and violently twist and pull them until they were aching and swollen. This always reduced me to a sobbing wreck. He told me I would appreciate the final result. He said I would have another erogenous zone that would get me sexually excited. I didn't care about his explanation; I just wanted the pain to stop. The first two weeks were a living hell: we were constantly under Keon's tyrannical control and it was wearing on my nerves. Percy remained silent but he was visibly upset, too. One day I whispered in Percy's ear, "I thought he had a job here—when the hell is he going to work?" Percy allowed himself a small smile and said, "Tomorrow—he'll be working afternoons and some evenings, too." Then he winked at me. My spirits soared at the prospect of being alone with Percy. The next morning Percy and I were all smiles, and we were very agreeable: "Yes, Keon"---"Yes, Keon." We waited excitedly for his departure. Then suddenly the doorbell rang and Keon went to the front door. Percy and I looked at each other and frowned. We were both thinking the same thing: we hadn't had any visitors since we moved here—who the hell could this be? Keon returned with a huge black man, and announced with a smile: "Boys, this is Makbar—he is from Africa and he will be your 'babysitter' while I am at work...he doesn't speak English but I have given him explicit instructions on his job duties...namely to ensure you two perform your chores, and well...to keep you faggots from engaging in your favorite activity..." Percy and I were absolutely crushed. The air was thick with our disappointment. The man, Makbar, gave me the creeps—he stared at me with a menacing leer on his face. I noticed he was holding a black briefcase and wondered why—he certainly was no businessman. Keon walked to me and whispered in my ear: "Sweetie, you're especially going to love Makbar...I have given him permission to use your hands and mouth anyway he wants...if you refuse or become difficult, I told him he could beat the shit out of you...." The hair on the back of my neck stood straight; I began to tremble and shake. I had never felt so afraid in my life. He continued: "...he's not allowed to fuck you—his monster-cock would rip you apart...besides, I want to keep your pussy tight for my own enjoyment..." Then his dark eyes narrowed and stared hard into my eyes—they seemed to burrow deep inside my skull: "Do you understand me, faggot? Tell me you are going to obey Makbar?" The smallness of my voice startled me as I softly said in abject resignation: "Y-Yes, Keon...I will obey Makbar..." Keon left for work with a triumphant smile on his face. The huge, brute-of-a-man followed me around the house as I performed my cleaning duties; his brown eyes never straying from my nearly-naked flesh. From time-to-time he openly reached down and rubbed his penis through his slacks. The bulge in his crotch continued to grow larger, but he remained silent, intently watching my every move. My nerves were on edge; I knew at some point he would have me service him, and I was wishing I could just get it over and be done with it. I had finished vacuuming the living room when he abruptly ordered Percy to sit in the large leather chair facing the television. He opened the mystery briefcase and removed what looked to be handcuffs. He quickly and deftly cuffed Percy's wrists together then his ankles as well. He proceeded to strap Percy to the chair immobilizing him; Percy wouldn't be able to get off the chair no matter how hard he tried. He then switched on the television and barked at Percy, "YOU STAY", as if Percy had a choice. Then he grabbed my hand in his and said with a twisted smile on his face: "WE MAKE LOVE." My heart caught in my throat; I was so terrified I couldn't speak. He pulled me along as we left the room. I was able to turn my head one last time to see Percy watching us in horror with tears dripping from his beautiful blue eyes. He led me down a hallway leading to the guest bedrooms. We entered a large bedroom; it was nearly identical to Keon's room. He sat on the edge of a king-sized bed while I stood before him. He reached inside the waistband of my panties and yanked them down my legs. He brought the crotch of the panties to his nose and sniffed them; then deeply inhaled. It was the most perverse thing I'd ever seen. "SPREAD LEGS," he shouted. I opened my legs wider but it wasn't enough for him. He pushed my legs as far apart as they could go. "HANDS BEHIND HEAD ON NECK," he commanded. His English was far better than Keon had said. I stood totally naked and exposed with hands clasped behind my neck; he could do whatever he wanted with me. His huge paws stroked my chest and belly then my thighs and legs. He cupped my scrotum in one massive hand while his fingers rolled my balls. He pinched my limp penis between two fingers and said, "TINY PENIS—GOOD." I was too humiliated already from his intimate inspection to feel anymore shame or embarrassment. He made a motion with his hand for me to turn around then he continued his exploration of my body. I had to admit that when he wanted, he had a very gentle and soothing touch. He began to massage my asscheeks. A large finger strayed between my open cheeks and pressed against my perineum. He slowly rubbed the area from my perineum to my anus. His large finger pushed against my anus and I involuntarily pulled away from it. "YOU STAY STILL---I TEACH YOU." He said then got up off the bed. He opened his briefcase and brought out what looked to be a small stick, but when he unfolded the stick it was probably four-feet in length. He stood behind and to one side of me. I heard the stick whistling through the air and then it landed on my asscheek. I howled in pain and protest. "BAMBOO..." he announced, "...WILL TEACH YOU FAST." He gave me hard, measured strokes with his bamboo cane first on one asscheek then he moved and beat my other cheek. I held out as long as I could before I broke down sobbing loudly, pleading with him to stop. "NO TALK," he shouted and continued with the beating. Tears flowed freely down my face as I bit my lip to keep from crying out. When he finished, my body was trembling and shaking. My asscheeks were on fire. He left me standing there sobbing quietly as he folded and packed-away the instrument of my torture. When he snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed and said, "LIE DOWN," I moved as fast as I could. From that point on I knew I would obey his every command without question or hesitation. I would never pull away from his touches again. The cool silk sheets helped soothe my burning bottom. Keon Ch. 03 I watched as he removed his shirt; he was in spectacular shape; not an ounce of fat on his belly; his arms were as big as my thighs. My eyes couldn't help themselves: they drifted downward to gaze at the huge bulge in his pants. Caning me had obviously excited him. I found myself wanting to see what was in his pants that created such a large tent. When he pushed his shorts and slacks to the floor I gasped in astonishment: his hard, black cock had to be at least ten-inches long and four-inches in diameter. It took my breath away. I understood why Keon had forbidden him from fucking me. He saw the look on my face and smiled as he climbed on the bed and lay on top of me. His weight was suffocating; I was pinned beneath him unable to move. He gazed into my eyes and I thought I detected tenderness before he lowered his head and kissed me full on my mouth. His lips were large and thick. He darted his tongue into my mouth and I shivered. His serpent-like tongue dwarfed my own as it touched the back of my mouth. Not wanting to displease him, I threw my arms around his huge shoulders and kissed him back; my tongue licking at his. It was the most intimate kiss I'd ever known. To my amazement, I felt my penis begin to harden. He broke the kiss and looked down at me and said, "YOU MY GIRLFRIEND...." The next two-hours were spent with him teaching me how to kiss his fat lips; how to use my tongue on his; and when I mastered that he had me kneel between his massive thighs and taught me how to pleasure his gigantic manhood with my lips and tongue and hands. All the while my own cock betrayed me one more time by trembling and twitching as my balls ached for relief. This isn't so bad afterall, I thought to myself. My head was swimming with lust and desire. I quickly frowned and wondered: What the hell is wrong with me? A complete stranger was forcing me to perform sex acts on him and I was enjoying it? When he finally ejaculated in my mouth there was so much spunk I couldn't swallow it all. Thick strands of semen leaked from the corners of my mouth down my chin. I was afraid he would punish me again. Instead, when I fearfully looked up at him I saw a small, satisfied smile cross his face. "I teach you drink all cum...." For the first time, when he spoke, he didn't shout at me. I even thought I detected a hint of caring. I was hoping his orgasm would end my ordeal, but I was wrong. He ordered me to "LICK BALLS." His balls were the size of large plums; his scrotum felt like it weighed ten pounds. I caressed, kissed, licked and sucked on his balls. I followed his every instruction. Finally, he pulled his legs back and said: "LICK ASSHOLE." His taint wasn't all-together unpleasant. My tongue was inside his asshole a long time when he had me use my hands on his cock. I massaged his monster-cock to erection while I ate his ass. My own cock pulsated and throbbed. I enjoyed tongue-fucking his asshole and the feel of his enormous cock growing hard in my hands. He was forcing me into the utter depths of depravity and all I could think of was how much I wanted to cum; how much his manly aroma and taste completely permeated my very being. I loved being his slut—obeying his every command. I was now on my back, he was straddling my chest. I stroked his shaft and licked the head of his cock. I was now able to get most of his cockhead in my mouth. I licked and sucked with vigor. When he discharged in my mouth and I swallowed all his cum, I had never felt more proud of myself in my entire life. That was the moment I knew my life had changed forever. That was when I accepted and embraced my role as a submissive cockboy—it absolutely thrilled me to be able to make a man's cock hard and work his lust and desire to a fever-pitch until he was shaking and trembling then make him shoot loads and loads of hot cum wherever he wanted; in my mouth—my ass—on my face—wherever he wanted. I was thrilled that men found me attractive; that they desired me, and wanted to use me to satisfy their lust. After Makbar's explosive orgasm, he collapsed to the bed beside me. I hoped he wasn't finished with me yet—I prayed he wouldn't leave me with a throbbing cock and aching balls. When he regained his composure he made me stand at the end of the bed and bend over with spread legs until my head and shoulders were resting on the bed. An alarm went off in my head wondering if he was going to try and fuck me. A perverse thrill ran up and down my spine when I thought of his huge cock forcing its way into my asshole. I heard him open his briefcase and prayed to God he wasn't going to use the bamboo cane on me again. Then suddenly, I felt his hands open my asscheeks wider and an oily finger rub my anus. He repeatedly oiled his finger and pushed it inside me. I instinctively clenched my sphincter and he pinched my asscheek hard and told to me to "OPEN---RELAX." He had no ordinary finger. It was longer and thicker than my own cock. He began to slowly finger-fuck my asshole. He directed me to fuck back onto his finger; he made me rotate my hips like a woman; I soon realized he was teaching me how I should act when a man used me this way. I totally surrendered and obeyed his every command and suggestion. His finger felt so good as it slid in and out of my asshole that I imagined I really was being fucked by a man. I felt his hand on my scrotum. He rolled my balls in his fingers. I was in heaven—my balls were going to burst at any moment—I was overjoyed that he was going to allow me to cum. The second my balls began to contract he gripped my scrotum and pushed my balls back in place. My orgasm was denied. I cried out in frustration. "NO CUM YET---YOU FUCK FIFTEEN MINUTES." WTF? OH MY GOD!! I whimpered and groaned but continued thrusting my asshole onto his finger. It felt like an eternity—I frantically wriggled my hips and fucked his finger until I was about to explode, and three more times he denied my orgasm. I was babbling incoherently when he finally removed his finger and ordered me to sit on the edge of the bed. To my utter astonishment and disbelief, he knelt between my legs, pushed them back over my head--then plunged his long, thick tongue into my asshole. My body shook and my hips bucked wildly but he held me in place as his wonderful tongue lapped and licked the walls of my asshole. I had never felt anything so incredible; he had me screaming and crying; my head rolled side to side; I was completely out of my mind with lust. Two more times as I was shouting and jerking about on the bed he denied my orgasm. Suddenly, his tongue left my asshole and his mouth engulfed my entire cock. His thick lips and tongue worked furiously up and down my shaft. I'd never felt anything like that—I was delirious with pleasure. He worked me to another crescendo and as the cum began boiling in my scrotum yet again, he roughly pushed his finger into my asshole and sucked harder on my cock. My eyes rolled in their sockets. My screams filled the air. My body violently shook the bed and I flailed about like a fish out of water. His fat tongue lapped at my slit catching my cum as it erupted like a volcano out of my cock. His thick lips squeezed my cock and forced every last drop of cum out of my balls. He had swallowed load after load of my pent-up lust without missing a single drop. I collapsed on the bed exhausted—my mind in a total euphoric haze. Nothing—NOTHING in my life had ever felt like that. The thousand orgasms I'd had in my life were meaningless and trivial compared to this one. It was THE MOTHER of all orgasms. When I finally regained total consciousness, I prayed I hadn't been ruined for life—I was certain there was no way in hell an orgasm could ever be that good again.