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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Original_Male_Character/Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      noncon, that_turns_to_dubcon, dubcon, Underage_-_Freeform, rhye_is_16,
      Gangbang, Forced_Orgasm, Breeding, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, it's_probably
      very_physically_illogical, Stockholm_Syndrome, rhye_falls_in_love_with
      one_of_his_captors, Unhappy_Ending, depending_on_how_you_look_at_it?,
      this_is_fucked_up_oops, Daddy_Kink, Come_Inflation, Come_as_Lube
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      Published: 2017-01-02 Words: 7979
****** stripper boy ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     His name is Zacharie but they call him Rhye at his job. He's a
     stripper, but that turns into prostitute, and then he becomes an
     example of why prostitutes don't work without protection.
     In the end, he falls in love.
Notes
     This isn't a pleasant story, it contains underage and forced sex.
     Please don't read if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff. This is
     fiction, nothing in this fic should or can be done in real life.
     This is unedited and something I wrote in a spur of the moment
     decision. It might not be great, but here it is.
His name was Zacharie, but everyone called him ‘Rie’ when he was working. It
was pronounced sort of like ‘Rhye’ and that’s always how he had it spelled. He
wasn’t a very manly boy. His hair was dark and scruffy and hung in his face,
and he was thin yet toned with thick hips and thighs. When he’d got the job,
his boss admitted that it was mostly due to his looks and nothing else. He had
no experience, after all. Rhye worked in stripping, but not at any dingy clubs
(unless he absolutely had to) because him working in this line was illegal.
He’d started when he was too young, fourteen, and did jobs only at rich
perverts houses. Mostly it was private shows, one on one with some moustached,
handsy older guy. Now he was sixteen and looked old enough to pass for
eighteen, so he did bigger gigs. Less private shows. Bachelorette parties,
birthdays, things with twenty or more people who, because they were drunk and
at home, tended to grab him a lot and stuff the money as close to his crotch as
possible. It wasn’t the worst job, he’d decided by the time he was fifteen.
After all, he had no other choice. His parents had found out his sexuality when
he was thirteen by searching through his phone and finding out about his
boyfriend, who was seventeen and not the greatest to him. Ever since they’d
been so mean that he felt pressured to leave. At first he stayed with his
boyfriend, but there were too many cases where he was nearly forced into
something sexual that he didn’t want. He packed up again and left for his
current place; a dingy studio apartment in the worst part of town. The cops
were always around and he’d woken up at four a.m. to screaming or the sound of
gunshot down the street too many times to count. His boss paid his deposit for
him, at least. Rhye had been sleeping behind the strip club once, and the man
found him and offered him training once he brought him in and got him into less
polite clothing. Even if it was degrading and illegal, stripping made him a lot
of money and he’d paid back his debt in no time and was now saving up for
somewhere better. It was going well. He’d quit school when he ran away, but
that was fine. He’d work like this for forever, if he could. It was easy, he
was pretty, people loved to give their money to him. His boss would understand
if he moved, and he’d probably keep  working for him anyway.
Of course, this wouldn’t be a fun story if all things went well for Rhye. For a
long time now, his boss had been trying to get him to do more than strip. While
the man was very kind and considerate, he was also focused on making money,
too. Rhye gave him thirty percent and was his main source of income, since he
was the only stripper that worked like this for him. The other strippers all
worked at the club and their income was set. They didn’t know how much of a
profit the boss was making off of them, but it was only around five percent for
most of them. Anyway, there was no way he’d ever be pushed into anything he
didn’t want, but every time they met to discuss work his boss always seemed to
mention the same thing. As they were talking now, an early morning on a crappy
Tuesday, the discussion started up again.
“It’s just a party with a bunch of college boys. They’re all part of the LGBT
club apparently and they wanted some extra fun, so they called me,” his boss
explained. How did so many people know him, Rhye wondered. Then again, his boss
owned several strip clubs. They probably called there, not him. “But, of
course, the one who called me asked for something more than just a stripper. He
was wondering if there was any chance one of my strippers would put out for a
tip. He’s offered the most out of anyone, especially when I emailed him your
picture. He upped the price he’d pay. I know you don’t like the idea of doing
that, Zach, but it’s a lot of money. It would get you a better apartment on
it’s own.”
Rhye sighed softly. He wasn’t a prude, obviously, but he was also a virgin who
didn’t really want to lose it so casually. “How much?” he asked despite
himself. It was getting really annoying living at that place, and his last few
jobs had only got him enough to buy food for the week. Last night in particular
was a turning point for him, because he was fairly sure he heard some sort of
assault going on in full detail, and he didn’t want to live like that anymore.
So… If this man was really offering that much, he’d consider it. They were
probably going to be rough and it wouldn’t be great, but he’d get a good night
of sleep for once!
“He’s offering a thousand bucks just to have sex. You’ll get an added five
hundred for the job itself, and, of course, the tips are yours. I won’t take
any of the money you make if you go through with fucking him,” his boss was
blunt about it, hoping the deal might make him more apt to do it. If he did it
once, there was a chance he’d be willing to keep doing it, and then he could
take a percentage of that.
Rhye was quiet for a little while, biting his lip before he sighed again. There
was an apartment he was looking at in a slightly nicer part of town that had a
deposit of a thousand and rent was six hundred. Another studio, pretty much
just as tiny, but it was nicer and he would only have to pay for internet, if
he wanted it. This one job alone would cover him for a month, rent wise at
least.
“Alright. I’ll do it. Does he know about how old I really am..?” Rhye agreed
hesitantly. His boss nodded.
“He gave me proof that he was clean. He might make you go bare since he’s
paying so much. As you know, I can’t help you once you’re there. You’re
definitely allowed to leave if it gets too much, but be prepared for the
worst.”
As always, he took the job knowing that it could very well be his last. Working
under the table meant he had no real security and his jobs were only as safe as
his boss thought they were. He obviously aimed for higher end clients for Rhye,
but the worst could always come.
This first time is not when it happened, the worst. He went to the job, got
changed into his clothes in the bathroom and left his bag in the guy’s bedroom.
It was the guy he’d later be fucking, his name was Bradley or something like
that, and he was very polite about the whole ordeal. The job itself was easy.
There was only about ten people at most and they didn’t get so drunk that they
were mindless. Of course they got handsy, and Rhye ended up getting off the
table to grind on a few of them (if he was later going to fuck someone, why be
too shy to give lap dances?). Money was shoved into his thin panties and he was
pretty sure a few of them had reached into his underwear to grab at his ass.
However, he kind of enjoyed being touched like that, and felt no shame. The
guys ended up leaving at a quarter to nine, and after that Bradley let him
collect his money and put it in his bag before bringing him to the bed. He
kissed him a lot and they both were hard by the time they were naked. He was
prepped surprisingly well and the sex was rough but enjoyable, Rhye managing to
get off during it all. He was tipped more than he needed to be, he thought
silently, but he’d let the guy cum inside so perhaps that’s why he got so much.
The only time he felt any guilt at all was when he felt the cum drip out of him
as he walked home. But, he made eighteen hundred, so when he showered and got
into bed, he decided not to feel bad about it. That’s where it all changed from
there. At only sixteen he’d upgraded from stripping to whoring himself out on
occasion. The next job he took was similar, a party of a bunch of college boys
who wanted a young looking boy to watch. A couple of them had asked if they
could get him naked, and while it wasn’t explicitly asking for sex, Rhye ended
up getting gangbanged by three hung college boys and loving it. They all went
raw, too, so there was a mess for him to clean up when he got home, but he was
making much more and had moved into his new apartment by then. There was a bath
in this place! Sometimes, the jobs were just straight out sex related, and for
those he let the people come to his house so he didn’t have to walk home with a
heavy bag and cum leaking out of him. Those soon became his preferred method,
and his boss decided to change his tactics and let Rhye host things where he
stripped for people at his apartment and then let them pass him around after.
He was making upwards of three grand each week this way, and he soon upgraded
most of his other things in his house while realizing he kind of liked being a
slut for a living. It wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him, again.
The worst thing to happen to him came a month after he’d moved yet again, this
time to a one bedroom apartment with it’s own washer and dryer. He was still
sixteen, and he’d taken a job that was like any other he’d been doing. Ten guys
wanted to stop by and watch him strip and dance, then they’d pass him around
and fuck him until they were all empty. It seemed innocent enough. It was
obvious, though, when they stopped by that they were a little unusual. Rhye had
been told that they were only in their early twenties, but these guys all
passed for late twenties and early thirties. When he danced for them, they
grabbed him without even being  drunk and stripped him naked. He kept going
even though he was  a little startled, but they kept grabbing at him and
smacking his ass. He figured they just wanted to get along to the fucking, so
he grabbed his lube and began to prepare himself in front of them all, ass out
and back arched like he’d learned to do. It went back to normal after, one of
the guys coming up to fuck his mouth while he finished up with his fingers.
Someone soon claimed his ass and fucked him hard, making him choke on the other
guy’s cock while he was spitroasted raw and roughly. Although, he liked it like
that, honestly, and he moaned out and felt himself getting hard as he was
nearly abused by the two cocks.
“Look at what a little slut the boy is. He’s only sixteen and yet loves cocks
so much that he’s getting hard while being fucked!! Man, I wish I had a slut
like this at home,” someone commented and they all chuckled. Rhye just moaned
at the  comment, yelping as much as he could when his ass was smacked.
After five minutes of being pounded, the guy in his ass came and the man in his
mouth moved to fuck his freshly bred ass. It was a little wetter this way, the
cum acting as lube so that no one had to worry about that. He moaned loud and
languishly for everyone, arching his back and pressing his chest to the floor
as his tight as was bred again by the stranger. They all were big, six inches
or more, and they went so deep, too. Rhye was in heaven, his smaller cock
leaking as he was being fucked so viciously. Although, his moans made him sound
like he was going mindless, he sort of just wished it wa over even though he
liked it.
“You want my cum, little slut? Beg for me to breed you as well!” The man
fucking him ordered, and he whimpered.
“Yes, sir, I want your cum… Please, fill me up and make me full… I want all of
your cum. Breed me like the whore I am…”
A universal moan left all in the room, surprised slightly by Rhye’s submission.
The guy currently fucking him came with that, and then suddenly Rhye was
flipped on his back before someone else fucked him. It burned slightly this
time, this guy was at least nine inches and thick as hell, but he still moaned
loud and threw his head back, coming when the man came in him after just three
minutes.
“Please, keep filling me up. I wanna look pregnant from all the cum in me,”
Rhye moaned, unsure where this submissive side came from but it always came out
when he was getting plowed like this. It helped the guys get off faster, and he
could moan so convincingly.
With there being ten people and only three who were done, he knew he would have
plenty of cum in him soon enough. Suddenly he was pulled up, though, and was
beginning to be pushed down on a cock. At first, he thought it was just really
huge before he realized there were two men underneath him. He was going to get
double fucked!!
“Ah, w-wait, I’ve never taken this much cock before…” he protested, but someone
was pushing down on his shoulders and he wasn’t able to fight back enough
before he was pushed almost halfway down right away. A pained moan ripped
itself from his chest, his ass protesting the sudden stretch, but it felt oddly
good to be this full after just a moment or two of it. He moaned again when the
men underneath him began roughly thrusting into him with no real rhythm,
meaning sometimes they both thrusted in all the way and that made him nearly
scream each time. Before he could think about worrying about a noise complaint,
his mouth was suddenly stuffed with a cock and his hands were then used to jack
two others off. Before he knew it, the men underneath him were cumming inside
as well, but they were just replaced with the last two who hadn’t cum yet. He
moaned out, his ass feeling sensitive now from all the abuse, but he didn’t
stop. He couldn’t make them stop, he was fairly sure, and either way he’d get a
big tip. It began to hurt as they roughly fucked his ass, but he moaned like he
didn’t care. It only took ten more minutes for all ten to have cum in him or on
him, and when he was left to lie there he felt like a well used little slut.
Cum was leaking out of his ass at a steady rate, and his hips would twitch
occasionally, the pain and pleasure leaving his body sensitive.
However, instead of money just being left on him or near him, someone grabbed
his ass again and pushed a plug into it to stop the cum from leaking out. He
gasped and pushed their hand away, but he was easily subdued.
“We wouldn’t want to waste that cum, sweetheart. You were such a good slut for
us. Wouldn’t it be nice to take him home, guys? We could use a fuck like him
every day, and maybe with some effort we can get him to look pregnant like he
wants,” the guy who was plugging him said with a menacing grin. Rhye shook his
head.
“N-No, that wasn’t in the deal. You guys can fuck me again for twice the price,
b-but after that you have to go,” he said firmly.
“And how are you going to stop us?” someone else said and Rhye felt his stomach
drop suddenly. Oh no. Were they going to kidnap him or some shit? No, no, no.
Things were just going good!
“I’ll call the cops,” Rhye said, getting up and pushing the man away even
though his body screamed for him to just lay down. His legs felt wobbly and the
plug gave him a weird kind of pleasure, but he could at least back away from
the group.
“Oh? They’d arrest you. You’re being a little slut, and underage whore. You’ll
go to juvy, kid. You’re better off letting us fuck you for a few weeks,”
another man said, and suddenly someone came behind him and roughly pinned his
arms behind him.
“Someone grab the blindfold and gag him. He’ll stay tight for a month at least,
he’s young enough.”
Rhye fought his hardest, starting to panic, but his kicks did nothing and his
mouth was covered as soon as he screamed. He fought so hard, but his body was
tired from being so roughly used and he realized with a pure sense of dread
that there was absolutely nothing he could do about this. He then gave up. It
was no use. He was tired, he better save his energy for whatever hell they
would put him through. Still, he began to cry as he was blindfolded and gagged,
his body being covered with a robe before someone brought him out to the van.
“Don’t cry, baby. You’ll love it. Weren’t you just a great little slut in
there? All we want is a few extra weeks with you. You know, it’s stressful
being an adult. We need you for some stress relief. We can pay your rent, shh.
You just have to be pretty and moan. Isn’t that easy enough?”
It was almost convincing, the person’s whispering and the gentle arms around
him as they drove off. But, he still cried and cried, the plug in him making
the cum stay inside, keeping him hard and ashamed. Before the car ride even
started, a cloth was pressed to his face and he soon blacked out.  Oh, god,  he
realized,  I’m never going to go back to my normal life…  
When he woke up next, he was naked and on his stomach. He tried to move, but
his hands were tied together and to some kind of pin in the ground. He wasn’t
on a bed, but on some kind of padded mat on concrete. A basement, he assumed.
He could see at least, and he found out his ankles weren’t bound when he moved
to kneel. The way his arms were tied kept them bent at the elbow, so he was
kneeling in a very provocative way. Done on purpose, he could only assume, to
keep him in the right position for getting fucked. His mouth was gagged, but
with an odd kind that kept his lips apart and mouth open for taking cock. Oh,
god… He was going to be kept like a dog, tied up and used for nothing but sex.
He squirmed, realizing the plug and cum was still all in him and it made his
cock twitch on accident. Fuck. He was done for. He started crying again, just
wanting to go back to his apartment and nap comfortably.
But, then a hand met his ass and he jumped.
“Ooh, you’ve woken up. Can you feel how much you’ve been used? We all fucked
you again while you were sleeping. You took ten loads in your tight little ass.
That makes what, twenty now? You hold it so well.”
Oh, god, that’s why it felt so full… He squirmed again, feeling it slosh around
inside. He whimpered. The hand went to the back of his head, taking off the gag
and letting him swallow and relax some.
“Please, please let me go… I’ll do anything. I just want to go sleep in my own
bed…” he begged once he got his voice again.
“Awe. You can beg all you want, but it’s not going to work. This  is  what
you’re doing to convince us to let you go. We’re going to fuck you until we’re
bored and then you can go. We mean it. It’s only fun to keep sluts like you
until you start liking it a lot. My name is Max. I’m the one who’s been
assigned to you for the next three days. The other guys will come and fuck you
as much as they want, and you can struggle but you’re not going anywhere. I
have full reign over how much you eat and drink. If you want a bath, you’ll
have to be real good. Now that you’re awake, I want another round. Is that
fine, baby boy?”
Rhye wanted to scream at him that no, it wasn’t. But, he knew what being good
required. So, he nodded and swallowed thickly, ignoring the fight that was
building up in his heart.
“Fuck me, please… I can feel all that cum inside me and it’s driving me crazy.
Make me feel good, d-daddy…” Rhye moaned out, feeling dirty as hell. The daddy
thing came to him out of nowhere, but Max groaned and he could see his cock
twitch at the sound. Good, alright. He’d keep that in mind. He wiggled his ass
for him once he came over to examine it, moaning when he was spanked. Even if
he wasn’t into it, these last few months had taught him how to fake it easily.
He groaned softly when the plug was taken out, moaning again when a cock
replaced it. Ah, good, Max wasn’t the one who had that huge monster cock. It
was still big, eight inches and fairly thick, but it wasn’t enough to make it
hurt. He moaned again when he started to get fucked hard. The sound of Rhye’s
breathy moans and skin slapping against skin filled up the room, and he clung
helplessly to the floor as he started to enjoy the brutal fucking a little. It
hurt for the most part, his ass was sore and overworked, but Max was touching
him and purposefully hitting his prostate. He wouldn’t cum like this, it was
too rough, but he was shamefully hard. When Max came after about five minutes,
he was so happy and managed a cute moan for him. Although he’d been crying the
whole time, he’d held back his sobs until Max was done. He was raw and in pain,
his little hole sore looking. The plug wasn’t pushed in, either. He felt
something weird enter his ass and he shied away from it, letting out a
questioning sound.
“I’m going to use a syringe to get out most of the cum. You’re not allowed to
let any go to waste, but you’re going to get loose if we plug you all the time.
Hold still.”
For the next ten minutes, Rhye tried to get used to the feeling of something
sucking the cum out of him and the gross sound of it filling up in a container.
How much had they cum in him…? These guys were all old (thirty three at most,
but to a sixteen year old that was ancient), it should be so impossible. He
whimpered when Max showed him the clear container that was meant to hold up to
a gallon of liquid.
“We’re not going to let you go until we’ve filled this up. Before we do release
you, we’ll squirt this all back in you and let you look pregnant for a while.
Then you can go home, plugged and nice looking. We’ll pay your rent, and give
you maybe a couple thousand if you’re really useful to us. You don’t have a say
in where any pictures taken or videos go. Alright?” Max stated, and all Rhye
could do was cry and nod pathetically.
“C-Can I get water..?” he asked softly. The container was left beside him.
There wasn’t even a full cup of cum yet, and from the mild education he had he
could at least remember that a gallon was sixteen cups. Would he keep getting
fucked this much every day? If so, with two gangbangs a day he’d be out in
roughly sixteen days. But, that wasn’t likely. It was going to take a long
time… Oh god. He had to be good, then. Be on his best behavior, fuck everyone
with all he had so they’d cum lots. This was horrible, but at least he had the
chance at freedom eventually, as long as that wasn’t a lie. Max brought him
water, too, and he didn’t even care that he had to drink it from a bowl like  a
dog. Or that the sounds of a camera could be heard, even though he blushed when
pictures of his ass were taken. What did it matter, he wouldn’t be found again
after this. He had to move when he got out. His boss would understand.
When he finished with his water, his hands were untied and a blanket tossed at
him. He was to get back into position whenever anyone came in the room, but
then Max left him and let him sleep for a while. Every hour it seemed that
another man came in and fucked his sore ass, most taking ten minutes to cum
even with his sweet moaning and how eager he tried to be. Most of them weren’t
Max, but the holy terror with the big cock didn’t bother him yet. That man
would make him bleed at his current state, and he didn’t want that. By the time
he was left alone for the night, the cum in the container had gotten to just
about a cup and a third. He cried himself to sleep at that knowledge, his ass
sorer than it ever had been in his life. There was no way he’d do this. He
would die from the pain or something…
The next morning he was woken by Max fucking him hard, pinning his chest to the
floor and spanking him roughly, and he genuinely screamed. It hurt, it felt raw
and without lube, but he gave up his small struggle. Rhye gathered himself
before sticking his ass out reluctantly, moaning pitifully. As much as it hurt,
he had to do it and soon it felt numb anyway. He sighed when Max pulled out to
cum in the container, trembling and staying still. It hurt way too much to do
anything.
“You’ll get a break for a few hours, slut boy. Your food is next to the mat and
once you can stand, ring the bell by the door. You earned a bath. Your poor
little hole feels fucked to the limit,” Max told him gently, petting his hair
before gently slapping his ass once more. The small affection had been nice and
he let out an odd, choked sound at the slap. It took a while before he
collected himself enough to get over to the food, his lower half unwilling to
put in any work. He ate all he could of whatever slop he’d been giving, not
caring about it’s taste. There was a water bottle this time, too, and he
chugged it all. After that, he took a short nap and when he woke up he managed
to sit up. It hurt less when he stretched a bit, and after a while he slowly
stood. It hurt, he felt like he’d fall, but he made it to the bell that was
mentioned. He wondered why they were being nice to him. Ah, well, he needed to
be alive to be fucked and willing, right?
Max helped him up the stairs quietly. “You’ll have to fuck a few of the guys
tonight, but I’ll tell them to be careful. They won’t be gentle but they’ll use
lube. We don’t want you to lose your ability to fuck, right? Then you’d be a
useless little thing,” he told him gently. He wondered if Max had held him on
the way here. His arms were strong and it felt nice to lean on him like he was,
as fucked up as Rhye knew that was to think. He just wanted comfort, though. It
hurt a lot..
“Okay,” Rhye decided to respond with, unsure if his input mattered at all. His
voice was soft and raw from the moaning, but also because he was scared. The
rules were easy enough, but he had no idea where he was still and it was a
mystery to him how long it had been. “Ca-Can you tell them not to double fuck
me..? That’ll be too much, it’ll make me bleed..”
Max cooed gently and caressed his cheek as he brought him into a bathroom. It
was obviously a house, but whose? It made sense for it to be Max’s. But, he
said he’d only be here a few days? Maybe that was just to fuck with his head,
to make him think this entire event would happen in a few days. Rhye had to
keep his sanity, that was all he knew. Complying was fine, but he’d keep his
mind focused on leaving. They didn’t know how much they’d given him when they
gave him that container. He could count his freedom that way.
“I’ll tell them that. It’s no fun when you’re in pain. Let’s get you cleaned
up,” he said, sitting Rhye in the tub and starting the water, letting it be
fairly warm. It relaxed Rhye, and eased the pain in his hips some. There was
another glass of water handed to him and a couple of pills. He looked up at Max
wearily. “Painkillers. It’s just aspirin. Relax, hun. I’m trying to take care
of you.”
Aspirin didn’t look like that, he thought wearily, but he took it nonetheless.
If it would make him feel better, it was fine. It could’ve been something
strong that would make him feel fine enough to get fucked, and that’s probably
what it was, but he didn’t care. Max began to wash him, cleaning his hair and
washing his face. He probably looked horrible from all the crying. Oops. The
bath was nice and Max was gentle with him there, and when he was put back
downstairs he was given a pillow. It was nice. He slept for a few more hours
and when he woke up he realized that his hips didn’t hurt but he was
unfortunately horny. Ah, painkillers and an aphrodisiac? He hadn’t thought
they’d do that, but all he did was whine and set his blanket to the side,
moving to rest his arms on the pillow and get into his kneeling position that
he was getting used to while being fucked. He assumed someone would be down to
fuck him soon enough. Of course, he was very right. Three men showed up and
they started to fuck him right away, ignoring his mouth as they all focused on
his ass. The first one to fuck him was rough and careless, spanking him as he
fucked him. Rhye fucked himself back onto his dick, enjoying that one and
managing to cum before the guy pulled out to cum into the container. It was
nearing a cup and a half. Not enough. He closed his eyes during the next one,
moaning out but not feeling as into it already. He gasped about the size of the
last one, realizing it as the guy with the monster cock.. Oh, god. The guy
fucked him for ten minutes, too, ripping up his little hole and bringing him to
his limits. When he came, Mr. Monster Cock, he came nearly a third of a cup and
Rhye whimpered.
“Thank you,” he managed, feeling sore already and his legs were trembling, a
little bit of lube and blood dripping down his thigh. “I hope you liked it.”
The men chuckled and pat his ass before leaving him alone again, and all he
could do was flop onto his side and curl up. He fell asleep again, hoping for
freedom, soon.
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It was around week two that Rhye’s body gave into the abuse. The container was
only halfway full and his ass had been used daily, brutally, and the pain
killers became less and less common. Max was still ever gentle with him and
Rhye liked him a lot. Their sex had become the most enjoyable, with Max usually
turning him onto his back and kissing him during it. It was the best. Tim was
the guy who had the huge cock and he came around only once every few days,
thankfully, but that’s always when his ass reached it’s limits and he would
always break him more. He was beginning to get used to the abuse. By the end of
the first week he could go a few rounds with all ten before crying for mercy.
It was the last day of the second week, and he realized vaguely that it was
Friday because they were all here again. Max had mentioned that they all had
the weekend off, but it was nicer to fuck him Friday before they went off to a
fun weekend. It was the second time he’d been fucked by all of them, currently
riding two cocks again and moaning like a little slut. His hips hurt but he
would go another few rounds  before giving up. It felt good still, he’d cum
three times so far and he did once more when the cocks he was riding came in
him. He made sure that he put all that dripped out into the container, sighing
gently as he laid back, keeping his legs spread.
Tim came by and fucked him next, and Rhye managed to moan softly during the
whole thing before he pulled out to cum. After that, Rhye got up and stumbled
over to a couple of guys who hadn’t fucked him since the first go around, and
he got onto his hands and knees for them, tempting them by shaking his ass. In
the next twenty minutes, those three guys all fucked him and came inside of
him.
“He’s a much better behaved slut. Look at that, no one even told him to go get
fucked, but he’s still going. Get two more cocks in that hole,” someone said,
and all Rhye did was whimper as he felt two more cocks plunge into his well
used hole. Somehow, he was still vaguely tight, but right now with each thrust
there was an audible squelch and he whimpered loudly.
“Gah… It’s so much. I feel so full, my butt is loving it so much… Fuck me
harder, please. Fill me up. I love it,” Rhye managed to moan out, though he
felt like he was in a daze and it wasn’t like he really thought that, but he
had to. He needed to get them to cum. There was a lot in him and there would be
at least another cupful by the time they were done. It was halfway right now,
he could do it.
The words he said convinced most people to go another round, and by the time he
reached Tim he was scared. It was beginning to hurt more than feel good and
he’d just cleaned out the cum in himself.
“W-Wait, I think I’ve had enough cock… I-It’ll hurt if you put it in..” he
whimpered, but all he was met with was a chuckle and Tim spreading his legs,
shoving his cock all the way in and pounding into him mercilessly. Rhye
screamed and tried to get away, feeling himself bleeding already but Tim didn’t
stop. He came inside, and then two guys fucked him again and it  hurt . So
much. His asshole was being stretched beyond it’s limits and he screamed until
he lost his voice but they didn’t stop fucking him until they’d all had another
round. He’d been fucked over thirty times and he couldn’t move beyond sticking
his hand down to collect the cum and put it in the container. But, before he
could stick in his fingers, someone plugged him and he whimpered pitifully. It
hurt, the plug kept the stretch and wouldn’t let his ass close up and feel
better.
By the time they left, Rhye had passed out without even getting his water. Max
felt bad for him, he was told later when he’d woken up. He was given pain
killers this time and he took them along with his food. Regrettably, Max sucked
out all the cum in him and plugged him.
“The guys told me it was about time we loosened you up more. I’m sorry, baby
boy. You’ll be okay. When you heal, you’ll be able to take much more cock
before giving up, at least..”
Rhye sniffled and just cuddled into Max when it was done, falling asleep in his
arms with the thought that at least he was warm.
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Two days later, he woke up to being fucked again. He had gone the previous day
without being fucked but they kept him plugged and it hurt a lot. But, when he
woke up this morning it didn’t hurt all that much.
“Max, no…” Rhye protested anyway, feeling his ass putting up less of a fight.
“I don’t wanna. Daddy, don’t make me..”
He felt a gentle spank on his ass and whined playfully. “You’re so much looser,
baby. It can’t hurt. You’ve been so good for me, I’ll let you cum if you let me
keep fucking you.”
Rhye just nodded idly, knowing he’d be fucked at some point today no matter
what and he would at least enjoy it this way. Max was so good to him. He was
the only one that Rhye liked. Everyone else was mean to him and laughed at him
no matter what he did. He arched his back for Max, closing his eyes and moaning
as the pace picked up. Sooner than expected, Max came into him and let Rhye cum
into the container. They’d started to let him cum in that, too, figuring it’d
be nice to fill him up with some of his own seed. It was a little over halfway
full.
“There’s going to be another gangbang tonight, baby. If you put up with that,
I’ll let you come sleep up in my bed. But the deal is that you can’t tell
anyone no all night,” Max whispered to him as they cuddled and Rhye bit his lip
but nodded.
By nighttime, Max had fucked him a few more times before lubing his insides up
quite a bit. This time, the gangbang was a little nicer. By the time he’d been
fucked, what, twenty times?, it only hurt a little bit. He managed to go
through thirty rounds with only his hips hurting from the rough impact of so
much fucking, but his ass had definitely loosened up some because it didn’t
hurt even when Tim fucked him once more, adding to the cummy mess inside his
ass. When the guys left again, Max cleaned him out before kissing him on the
lips. Rhye felt a little spout of happiness in him when he was praised like
that.
“You did such a good job. Let’s get you a bath and you can come sleep in my
bed,” he said. He needed help walking, but he definitely managed. To show how
grateful he was to be sleeping in a real, soft bed, Rhye gently pinned down Max
and rode him before they both went to bed. It wasn’t so bad, being here.
Besides being so roughly fucked, Max was really nice to him. He could get used
to cuddling up to him, he thought as he fell asleep.
As expected, he woke up to getting fucked again and the cum was added to the
container which was set on the nightstand. It was getting very full now. Almost
to the top, he could almost leave! It made him feel a little sad, oddly enough.
When he was here he didn’t have to worry about anything other than how sore he
was. Once he was done getting fucked, Max gave him really nice breakfast and
brought him out to the living for the first time ever, watching a few movies
with him and cuddling him.
“What’s all this for…?” Rhye asked after the second movie. “What are you going
to do to me?”
“Oh, nothing baby. You’ve just been so good to us, that I decided you’ve earned
this all. You don’t have to go back down there except when you’re going to get
fucked, okay? I’ll let you watch TV and read. Is that alright?”
Rhye nodded and settled down, a small smile on his face. This was pretty okay.
He had to go back downstairs a couple times, but for the most part he was
upstairs and watched movies, eating much better all of a sudden. It was really
nice. Again, he got to sleep with Max, and he kind of liked it.
“You’re so much sweeter than the rest of them, Daddy. I like it. You should be
the only one of them to fuck me,” he commented sleepily as they got into bed,
to which Max chuckled.
“Ah, but you want to leave, don’t you? I don’t think you’ll want to fuck me
anymore once you leave,” he said, combing back Rhye’s hair.
“I don’t know. Maybe I will. You won’t have to pay me if you do, as long as you
make me feel good.”
“Well, why don’t you stay here? You wouldn’t have to work anymore, and you’d
have someone who fucked you nice.”
Rhye responded by shaking his head and falling asleep right after, too tired to
keep talking. Max sighed and ruffled his hair. His plan was working, he could
tell. He’d been one of Rhye’s first clients, and had wanted to fuck him ever
since he saw him. His infatuation had gotten stronger over the years, and he
wanted nothing more to make him stay. If everything kept going to plan, he
would have a perfect boy to keep for the rest of his days.
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The container was full at the end of week four. Rhye was embarrassingly loose
by now, but that didn’t bother him. He was enjoying it much more here. Every
other night there was a gangbang, but other than that only Max made love to him
and it was really nice. He would kiss him lots and fuck him slow, and it was
wonderful. Really, he didn’t want to leave Max. Someone was offering to take
care of him for forever, and he spoiled him and let him laze around all day. It
was perfect. He wanted to stop getting fucked by everyone else, though, and he
told Max that after they decided tomorrow would be the day they filled him up.
Max offered him to stay again, and promised him that no one else would ever
fuck him unless Rhye wanted it. He didn’t agree, but he said that he would
decide after tomorrow. He’d get filled up, and let Max fuck him once more. It
was a bad idea, Rhye knew he’d be blissed out and agree, but that’s why he said
so. He could agree without the shame of being fully coherent following him.
The next morning, a video camera was set up as Rhye was stretched and prepped
for the tube. It was pushed far into him, deeper than any cock, and then a
weird contraption was attached to it. It would keep the cum from clogging
anywhere, apparently. Everyone watched and jacked off as a full gallon of cum
was emptied into Rhye, distending his stomach by the end of it. The plug was
pushed in once they pulled out the tube, and he stood and gently poked his
stomach. It was full, bulging a little and he felt almost in pain. Max then
came over and kissed him, toying with the plug as he sucked on his neck,
getting Rhye nice and horny. He was hard by the time that Max pulled out the
plug, the cum that spurted out being stopped by his cock suddenly entering him.
Max fucked him brutally for the first time in a while, but Rhye loved it. He
felt so full, so good. He wanted to be fucked by Max for forever.
“Yeah, daddy!! Oh, god, you feel so good. I want this for forever. Please fuck
me all the time, yeah, yeah,” he moaned out, moaning like he hadn’t moaned for
anyone else. He was obviously enjoying it, cum leaking out around Max’s cock as
they fucked. Everyone was encouraging him to go harder and it felt so good.
“So, will you stay then, baby boy…? Daddy can fuck you like this every day.
You’ll be spoiled forever,” he cooed gently into his ear, kissing him hard
before he could answer. Rhye nodded frantically.
“I wanna stay so daddy can fuck me forever, please!” he moaned out. And with
that, his fate was sealed. When Max came in him next, everyone congratulated
him and left for the final time. Rhye was left in the bath for a while to let
the cum drip out while Max posted the video, and once he was mostly cleaned out
they made love again on the bed.
Despite his initial thoughts, Rhye loved it here. He never wanted to think
about leaving, not even to go out and just have fun. He loved Max, loved
fucking him and loved how sweet he was. Over the months, he got comfortable
telling him that and they really acted like a real couple, not like a teenage
boy and a twenty seven year old who forced the boy to stay. Rhye was dressed
most of the time, fucked right into the mattress at night, and over all he got
his odd happy ending.
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A year later, Rhye woke up Max by riding his cock nice and slow. He was happy
this morning, feeling much better than he was a year ago when he'd been at his
physical limits. Now, he woke up his daddy like this all the time. 
“Ah, daddy, you sleep so heavily. You’re so hard…” Rhye moaned gently, leaning
down to kiss him. Max groaned gently and pushed his tongue into his mouth,
pushing his baby back so he could start pounding into him.
“I’m sorry, is this better?” he asked when he broke the kiss, and Rhye
responded with a
sweet moan, nodding mindlessly. The thrusts got harder and Rhye moaned for his
daddy, stroking his cock lazily and soon they both came. Rhye moaned again
after his daddy pulled out, gently fingering himself to get out the cum.
“I love you so much… I’m glad you forced me to do this, daddy. I was so blind
back then,” he said as he cleaned off his fingers. Max smiled and caressed his
cheek.
“Of course. I knew you’d be happy like this, baby. I had to do it. Aren’t we so
happy now?” Max said, leaning down to kiss him again after Rhye nodded. “I love
you, too. Now, come on. You pick a movie, I’ll make breakfast. Let’s have a
relaxed day.”
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