BDSM Library - Story: Taming the Beast, Chapter: Part 2

Taming the Beast 2

Emile, 2010 - 2011

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Now I had lost my hope of graduating school, I tried to get myself out of the mess. I couldn't leave my wife and offspring, even though she loathed me openly, and I didn't feel much for her. Still, I begged her to run away with me to another city. The cunt just told my brothers, who came over quick smart. After a hard pile-driving punish fuck, they told me I hadn't learnt my lesson yet, and if I fled they'd just drag me back and make things worse until I learnt. They gave me an ultimatem. If I played along until I turned 19, and learnt my lesson, then they'd release me. My choice. Meanwhile, my boss quickly turned my new spare time into a lucrative side trade, with a steady stream of greek and lebanese men, hot and hairy, feeling me up and sliding their fuckpoles into my mancunt in the back room. Often tears would well up and drip from my eyes as I was forced to bend over and take it from a rough mid-twenties muscle jerk, a guy I would have spotted and joked around with in the gym not long before, now skewering me like a pig. Word must've got around because most of the guys were regulars, who really got off on working my stretched tits and squeezing my swollen ballbag as they stretched my arse ring wide. My boss told me my uniform was just the apron now, to give the guys easy access, and soon they added new stuff for me to wear - a pair of rubber boots which collected the sweat rivulets running down my body, a ball stretcher. Man I was in agony.

At home things weren't much better. My wife resented me for being a dumb-arse grease monkey, and although she didn't know the half of it, suspected I was cheating on her all the time. I was permanently tired, and had stopped fucking her even after she had our second son. My brothers found out and weren't going to stand for it, so took to staying over weekends, and re-initiating the weekly fuck themselves. I don't know if she knew and pretended not to or what, but every Friday night she would take her sleeping pills and pass out. I would have to creep out of bed and my bros would take it in turn to take my place, rolling on top of her and fucking their thick uncut tools into her. In turn I would strip naked and straddle the couch where my other brother lay, buck naked and hard, holding his tool aloft, waiting for me to skewer myself. They'd loudly fuck in time, so that Rock and Seth both came at the same time, my pussy and my wifes flooded with my brothers' cum. This'd wake my two sons, so then it was a struggle to pull myself off and swab up the scum, before crawling back into the bedroom and take my brothers place next to my wife. He'd usually just slide out of bed onto the floor, and I'd crawl in, just it time to whisper that I'd look after the kids to my wife, and have to slink off before she woke up properly. By the time I was done, both my bros would be stretched out on the couch, waiting for me to clean them up.

A few weeks before my 19th birthday, my old class graduated from high school, and had a grad ball. As a fucked up teen dropout with two kids, I wasn't invited, but my brothers thought my wife and I should go, for old times' sake. They scored my wife a date with Conrad White, the All-American pretty boy football captain. Before this all started we'd been pals, when he was the biggest stud after me in school. He had a mean streak, and never finished a date without a fuck - boasting he could make a grown woman scream as he basted her cunt with his massive uncut dork. When I'd gone downhill, he lead the pack in laying in to me. My brothers arrived early with Conrad, while my wife was in the shower. Unlike me in my rented suit, Conrad looked like he was made to wear a tux, his beefy body perfectly fitting the expensive material. He swaggered in, joking with my bros, and when he came to me, he grinned. "Say Seth I'm feeling horny, why don't you get your little bro to help us out here?" Soon I was kneeling on the floor in front of them, dicks out, as they jerked off in front of me. Rock ordered me to catch their scum in my mouth. After a few groaning minutes, the three unloaded in sync, filling my gob with their jism, spurting over my hair, face and down my front. The rental tux was ruined, and I'd already had to scrape around for the rental. They wiped their dicks over my face and zipped up, still covered in their sexy sheen, just as my wife came out of the shower. I ducked behind the couch, and as she emerged, Rock brought Conrad over to introduce himself. I heard him smile and flatter her, and tell her that since I'd already left for the dance, he'd be honoured to be her date. She was flustered, still dressed in just a towel, and I could hear in her voice that she felt like she was being eaten alive. But my brothers were there, assuring her it was for the best they'd seen him on his way after I left. She agreed just until she found me again, and he offered her a corsage, only minutes after wiping the same sticky hand on my jacket. Seth stood between me and her as they left, and stepped backwards just as they passed, mashing his heel in my balls. I swallowed a yelp and they were gone.

My brothers got straight to work on me. 'Ok bro, we've got a job for you at the dance. First, get out of those filthy clothes. I stripped down to my boxers, but that wasn't good enough, they stripped me naked. Rock took something from his pocket. "Here, i almost forgot, Conrad left a present as thanks for letting him fuck your wife. It was a small lunchbag, and inside was a sticky stretched rubber with a huge load in the tip. "He just fucked some freshman before coming here, it's still warm and loose from his big dong. He said he has you to thank for wearing rubbers, since he didn't want to end up a dropout like you. They made me fish out the slimy stretched latex dicksheath and slide it over my tongue. It tasted terrible, and the warm dickslime kept slowly drooling down my tongue. Next they gave me a leather harness. It was a real harness, that criss-crossed my chest and had a strap down to my dick. I fed my dick and balls through the tight metal ring and they cinched the harness tight. My balls and cock throbbed and jutted out in front of me. My pants were no better - strippers black pants, tight as a second skin on my calves, thighs and arse, with a generous crotch so my bulge was obvious. The pants had velcro strips on the side and could be ripped off in one tug. They made me put back on the bow tie and jacket from my suit, and with the dried cum in my hair and on my shoulder, naked strapped torso, tight pants and barefoot, I looked like the fucked out whore they'd made me. "I wouldn't worry about your wife tonight" Seth said "you'll be with the teachers, so give them a good show."

It was even worse when I got there. They let me lose the condom, but my breath still stank of dickjuice. As Seth drove, Rock sat with me in the back, and stripped off my jacket, handing me a bottle of baby oil. He made me oil up my torso and arms, and he oiled my back, until I shone in the moonlight. Just as we approached, he unzipped my crotch, coating my dick and balls with oil. The light rub on my cinched dick also made me hard as a rock, and despite myself, my hard dick lurched and a drop of precum dribbled out. As I zipped up, they bundled me out of the car, each tucking their arm under my pit, so I was forced to walk between them, arms over their shoulders. Seths arm held my shoulders, propelling me forward, while Rock's slipped down to squeeze my arse. I could tell he was getting horny, and his other hand slipped round front to squeeze my nips,but Seth told him to stop. With the petting and the oil I was half dazed with pleasure. Suddenly he let go, flinging a door open in front of us, and Seth pushed me through the door. I stumbled forward, and found myself in the small teachers room next to the hall. They were all milling around, talking, but Mr Jones caught sight of me before I could hide. He made a quick sign, and I was surrounded by a dozen male teachers, all with shit eating grins on their faces. Mr Jones called over to a waiter - a big black guy easily 6 ft tall. "Hey man, do you have a private room we can use?" he nodded, then led the way. Mr Jones pushed me forward, and when the waiter glanced back and saw me, he grinned widely. "So dis a private party?" he smirked. Jones grunted, and then thought a little. "Actually, how'd you like to join us?" The guy looked at me hungrily, but shook his head, saying he needed the tips. Jones went forward and whispered in his ear, and he grinned even wider, nodding. He told me loudly "Jefferson here agreed to serve us in exchange for a third of your tips. His friend Paulo will also help for another third. Don't sweat boy, they'll even help you out with your show - apparently Jefferson here is quite a pro. You just do whatever we, or he, says and we'll all have a splendid time!" They all chuckled as if they were talking about a poker game, not selling my arse, and another guy came over to escort them to the room. He was a latino with slick hair, a goatee and dark skin, and as he led them away, he glanced back at me. Paolo I guess.

Meanwhile Jefferson lead me out back, through the kitchens, to the service door of the private room. I could hear the teachers on the other side, boisterous from another round of drinks, joking around with Paolo. Jefferson told me to take off my jacket, and do some push ups before the show. His voice was sharp and authoritative, clearly he'd done this kind of thing before. He slipped off his shoes and each time I came up, I felt his warm sole pressing down on my back, forcing me to work hard. After 20 push-ups I was sweating heavily. I went to stop, and craned my neck around. Jefferson had stripped down to his jocks, and hung his clothes on a nearby rack as I'd worked out. He had one hand propped against the wall, showing off this beefy biceps and deep pits, and the other thumbing his dickhead through the material. His cock looked huge, stretching the thin material 6 inches out, just from the curve of the stalk. The head mushroomed out, even thicker than the prong, hanging a good 7 or 8 inches below his tugged waistband, still only semi-hard. Despite the salami sized dong, I could still make out his ostridge egg balls, pushing the fabric out to either side. I was shocked, and lost balance under the pressure of his foot. "You ever been impaled on a bollard? Cause you ain't felt nothing like me before, and you probably won't feel much else after. I's gonna stretch you like a rubber band in the sun, whooee. Now you jus' get down and gimme 100 crunches you worthless piece of shit, so we get our moneys worth. I got into position and began crunching, and he put his foot down on my crotch, pressing hard enough that it brought tears to my eyes. "That your tiny dick? You is half girl already, man!". He pushed the jocks down below his balls, so I could get a good look at his dickslab before the show. Out of its confines, it was even bigger, slowly unfurling like a boa constrictor. The shiny purple head began drooling milky scum on my pumped abs, forming rivulets around my tight muscles and pooling over my belly button, eventually coating my pubes as I pumped out 100 crunches. My muscles were popping out, and with the oil and the work, I was coated in a sheen of sweat, half dazed and scared. Ok boy, you jus got one more task - get on your hands and toes and lick up all your filthy mess, so we can start this show. If you lap up every last drop in 10 minutes, I'll go easy on your arse. If not, you'll get the hardest punish fuck you ever imagined. And don't you dare drop to your knees or you forfeit. Understand? The task was impossible. Holding myself in a bridge, lowering my head to lick the ground, was agony, and more sweat poured from my pits and back as it strained to keep my shoulders knitted and legs off the ground. The pool of sweat, swirling with Jefferson's precum which dripped from my torso, was like a lake, and after 10 minutes my tongue felt like leather, and my stomach churned from all the juice I'd lapped up. The ground was still damp, and after kicking me out of the way, Jefferson snorted - "You is hopeless. Well that's it for you boy..." He'd slipped his jocks up, although the bulge was enormous, and was pulling his pants up to keep some of the surprise. He hauled me to my feet, shaky and dazed, and thrust me through the door, the rowdy men inside chanting for some action.

Inside the room was worse, it was hot and cramped, and I was pushed onto the low table, within easy grabbing distance of the drunk teachers. Some music came on and I started dancing, slow and rhythmic, eyes closed pretending it was for a girlfriend, not these perverts, hands behind my head as Jefferson had ordered. The guys constantly touched me, grabbing at my crotch, arms and legs, running hands over my abs and lats. I tried to keep pretending - these were girls hands - but the rough calloused palms gave them away. Suddenly the hands stopped, and I felt two people pressing against me, sandwiching me in between. The air filled with the aroma of male sweat. Jefferson was behind me, and I could feel his pecs pressing in my back, his cock through our pants still pressing on my arsecrack. He began slowly coaxing the snaps on my pants apart. In front of me was Paolo, a stocky latino guy bristling with hair, whose slick waiters look was giving way to a gringo in heat as he stripped off his clothes to reveal his packed, hairy body. In seconds we were all naked, to the cheers of the teachers, and Paolo was holding me close, his arms under my pits, grabbing my wrists and pulling them down behind me. I was immobilised and our pecs pulled together, and he was fiercely tongue-fucking me, his tongue invading my mouth and spit pouring down my throat. Somehow this was even worse than giving blow jobs. Our dicks were both iron hard and leaking, pressed against each other between our bodies, his pubes scratching my bald flesh. But worse, much worse, was Jefferson, who grabbed my left thigh and was hauling it up, forcing my arse up and apart. I was thrust forward, so all my weight was on Paolo's crotch and Jefferson's hand, unable to turn or protest with Paolo's tongue down my throat. He lifted my knee higher, and began feeding his flagpole cock up my hole, mashing and tearing his way forward, as they both trapped me between them. I was being fucked like a dog, one leg in the air, and the teachers were hooting with laughter and lust. Some were giving a running commentary, describing for me how the purple shaft looked as it steadily invaded my hole, stretching my cunt wide and sliding inch by inch up my gut. Paolo broke kissing for a minute to tell Jefferson to tweak my tits, and I glanced over my shoulder. Not only was the sight obscene, the huge cock jutting out of his ebony body, 4 inches still showing as it plunged up my arse, but they were filming the whole thing, and taking pictures. I cried out, but Mr Jones chuckled, and told me there was a live feed to next door - all my school buds could see the show too. "Even your wife, although I saw her up the back before wiggling on Conrad's lap, and she looked a little distracted."

I was humiliated, everything from my pits to my raped arse was showing for the world to see. Paolo nodded and Jefferson and he pulled apart, lowering me to the floor, arse in the air. Paolo released my hands just in time for me to break the fall, and I landed on all fours, Jefferson's dick still skewering my arse. A few thrusts and he'd be home. Paolo got in on the action, replacing his tongue with his tangy leaking dick, pulling the dicksleave back to reveal his slimy uncut dong, and they began double fucking me in earnest. In a few minutes Paolo came, his hot mexican scum flooding my bowels. Jefferson still hadn't cum, but pulled out, leaving my hole wide and gaping for air. He shoved his leaky dick in my mouth,stretching it too, allowing me to lick my own arsejuices off his everhard dripping tool. After that the 'show' pretty much degenerated into a fuckfest as I was ploughed by one teacher after another, forcing me to kneel as they casually slung their thighs on top of me, levering my mouth onto their dicks. Soon I was filled with cum and my body, especially my arse, was wracked with pain. The whole time Jefferson kept up the slow facefuck, filling my gut with his neverending stream of sap, until the last teacher had finished. Then, like a pro, he grabbed my head and began slamming his dong in to the hilt, hard, drawing it back to the tip and slamming back in. The rough facefuck was torture - his thick dick choked my throat and his wiry pubes scratched my swollen lips as he slammed his balls against my chin again and again. I began getting light headed from the lack of oxygen as he held on longer and longer as he got close to coming. Finally, he came with a roar, pumping litres of cum down my clogged throat. My last memory was of cum bubbling up my nose and around my wide lips as his neverending dicksauce filled my gullet, before everything faded to black.