Warning:
This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males. Don't read this story if it is illegal for you to do so under the laws where you reside.
This is all a fantasy, and is my first submission to Nifty. I appreciate hearing back from fans, or those in the NYC area... You can email me at uwseaboys@hotmail.com.
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Saturday Night
As we rolled out of the Duplex, we were all pretty drunk. The comedy set was pretty good, and the atmosphere was a lot more laid back than it had been at the Comedy Club. Rick was campy and funny, and was enjoyable over drinks with the girls.
The air was crisp, and the wind steady, as we abruptly parted ways. Our friends were headed to the hotel room, but would probably stop in for some more drinks uptown. I assumed we were headed home, but we headed back a different way. His mood shifted after we went off on our own, and I could tell he had something in mind.
He turned down a side street, pressed me into an entryway to a building, and leaned in really close. "You're going to be my bitch tonight" he grunted, as he grabbed my balls really hard and squeezed. His grip underscored the seriousness that I detected in his voice. I could tell that he was really going to be in control, and actually he seemed to be into it. He grabbed my arm, and pulled my watch off. Pocketing it, we headed down the street.
As we turned down Christopher Street, he directed me into the Hangar. We entered the dark and crowded bar, and he led us to the side of the main room.
"Wait here" he commanded as he headed to the bar. Alone, I kept a close eye on him, though I began to take quick glances around the room. The crowd was a bit older on average, but mixed. As he took in the room, he took a moment to glance at the watch from his pocket. Just enough to take it in, he turned towards the door, before moving back to me with a drink and a bottle of beer.
He pushed the beer towards me, and told me to drink some. He sipped from what I assumed was a bourbon and coke.
He nodded to a guy that was just entering, and the guy started to come over.
He looked at me as if telling me to stay, turned, and met the guy half way. They guy was tall, upper twenties, and had a nice body. He didn't spend his whole life in the guy, but filled out his t-shirt and jeans nicely.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but saw them shake hands. I drank slowly, and waited. I didn't really need any more to drink -- the two drinks at Duplex had gotten me a bit tipsy.
I waited what must have been fifteen minutes as they continued their discussion. I glanced around, but was careful not to generate anyone else's interest. I'm sure that only would have led to punishment. I also would have been in trouble if I had slipped off to the bathroom. I hoped that he wouldn't be gone long.
I was on edge when he turned and came over with the guy. He didn't introduce the guy, but merely introduced me as his boy. The guy reached out, grabbed my nipple, and pulled on it. I winced as he smiled in agreement.
The guy asked if I really liked cock.
I looked from him, to my boyfriend, who simply nodded.
I turned back to the guy, and said "yes Sir, I really do."
"And you like being treated like the bitch you are?" he questioned.
"Yes sir." I replied.
He turned back to my boyfriend, and asked him how much I liked piss.
"A lot" he replied, as he noticed that I was almost done with my beer. He instructed me to finish it, which I quickly did. He asked if I had to go to the bathroom. I nodded that I did, and he told me I could go, but should return with a full bottle. I nodded and headed to the bathroom. With a few drinks in me, it too me a moment to understand what he was saying. As I waited in line, I was next when a urinal opened up. I turned to the guy beside me and motioned for him to go. When the stall opened up, I slipped in, and shut the door.
I undid my fly, pulled out, and let loose into the bottle. As the warm golden liquid reached the neck of the bottle, I pulled it aside, finishing in the toilet. I zipped up, flushed, and headed out to the bar, bottle in hand.
They both had smiles on their faces, as my boyfriend instructed me to drink.
I hesitated just a moment, but then quickly complied. As I drank, they kept their eyes fixed on me. I stopped after a long gulp, but my boyfriend shook his head in disapproval. My eyes widened as I finished off the bottle. They put their empty glasses down, and lead me out of the bar.
They led me down a side street, and we walked a couple of blocks before coming to a building with a big brown door. The guy unlocked the door, led us in, and up a couple of flights of stairs. When we got in his apartment, he offered my boyfriend a drink as they took off their jackets. He said he would take something alcoholic, and the guy brought him back a Seven and Seven. They headed over to the living area, and I stayed by the entryway, not wanting to upset them. They sat on the couch, and flipped on the TV. It sounded like porn, but I couldn't see the screen from where I stood. I could tell they were talking, but couldn't hear them.
My boyfriend called me over. I headed over, and he instructed me to strip to my underwear. I promptly complied. He called me over, and had me get on my knees in front of them. He pulled my face into his crotch, and I could feel his cock pressing against his jeans. They started to make out above me, but my face remained pressed into him. My head was pulled back across to the guy, and hands shoved me between his legs. His hands came down to unzip his pants, and pull them down his thighs a bit. He pressed my face into his underwear, and I mouthed his cock. I felt hands going down my back, as he pulled his cock out, and shoved my face into his hairy balls. I tongued them as he slid a condom down his shaft.
Hands began to explore my ass through my underwear as my face was pulled into his cock. I swallowed as much of it as I could as I began to feel grinding against my ass. He started thrusting into my mouth, and I gagged as saliva dripped down his shaft. I felt a lubed up finger enter my ass as my briefs were pulled aside. The finger was replaced with a second, as I ground back into it. Suddenly the fingers were pulled out, and my face was pushed back. I stood, and was lead by the guy to a bathroom.
I was forced onto my knees in a large shower stall, as my boyfriend and the guy began to make out in front of me. My erection pressed against my tight briefs as I watched the display in front of me. The guy pushed my boyfriend aside, and turned to face me. I looked up at him as my boyfriend unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. A stream of piss hit the side of my face, and as I turned to watch the guy pissing, a second stream hit my chest and face. I was quickly drenched in piss, and after my boyfriend finished pissing, he shoved his cock down my throat. He instructed me to piss myself, which was easy to do -- I was already drenched, and I really had to go.
The guy was jerking off when my boyfriend pulled out of me, and pulled me to my feet.
"Take those off and leave them there" he instructed.
I braced myself, and pulled off the sticky briefs. The guy pulled me out of the shower and guided me to a bedroom. He pushed me face first onto the bed, and tied my arms to the bedposts. I heard some flashes of my boyfriend's digital camera, as I was tied to the bed. I couldn't see what was going on, but they talked about what a slut I was.
I felt more fingers loosen me up, and then the guy got between my legs, and pressed his cock into me. He filled me up with his shaft, as my boyfriend got on the bed and shoved his cock into my mouth, kissing the guy over me as he drove into me. The guy thrust into me hard and deep, as my boyfriend altered between driving his dick down my throat, and having me suck his balls. I loved the feeling of being filled by both ends, and believed it when they called me a slut and pussy boy.
When the guy was close to coming, he pulled out and shot all over my ass and back. He rubbed it in as my boyfriend pulled his cock out of my mouth. They made out a bit more, and left the room.
Awhile later they came back in, I was untied, and my boyfriend told me to put on my briefs. They were cold and wet, but had been wrung out to the point that they were no longer dripping. I put them on, and then the clothes that my boyfriend handed me. He was already in his pants, and pulled on his shirt and jacket. He then led me the rest of the way home, leaving the guy at his apartment.
When we got home and shut the door, my boyfriend pulled my clothes off of me, until I was totally naked. He shoved me in the shower, and rubbed my briefs on my face as he put me on my knees. He threw them at me, and shoved his dick into my mouth. He started pissing, and I started swallowing. He pulled out before he finished, spraying me in the face. He threw me my t-shirt, telling me to dry off quickly. Under his watch, I quickly did my best to dry off, and he pulled me into the bedroom.
He bent me over the bed, and with his pants around his ankles he fucked me hard and deep. As if to prove that I was his bitch alone, he drove faster and harder than the guy had. He held me tight, so that I couldn't move, and just took his cock. He fucked me with my face pressed into the bed, and then doggy style with my face buried in the pillow. Somewhere between switching positions and fucking me hard, he lost the rest of his clothes. He flipped me over and spread my legs. I watched him as he intently drove into my ass. When I was pushed to far away, he would pull me by my sides until he was fully in me. Pulling onto my nipples, he told me that I would know whose bitch I was when his cum filled my ass. He thrust even harder, as his face contorted and he filled me with his jizz.
When he pulled out, he straddled my face, and milked the last bit of cum from his cock into my mouth. He had me lick the base of his shaft and balls clean as he shoved the dildo into my ass. When he was satisfied, he pulled back, sat at the end of the bed, and held the dildo in place with his bare foot. With a cocky smirk, he told me that I would cum when he told me, and not before.
He used the next few minutes to taunt me by rubbing his foot across my balls, and grabbing my cock. I slowly pumped away when he told me that I had ten seconds. I came as quickly as I could, and was sure that I beat my limit. He quickly got up, scooped up my cum, and rubbed it over my face and mouth. He said, "ten seconds means ten, not less, and not more."
"Yes Sir" I quickly responded. I certainly was his bitch that night.