"Lock me up in the stocks."

From Create Your Own Story

Revision as of 02:04, 9 April 2010 by Barratboy (Talk | contribs)
(diff) ←Older revision | view current revision (diff) | Newer revision→ (diff)

The men crowd around you, walking you to the stocks, their hands rubbing at your shoulders, chest, and ass. You lean into the stocks, and the guy in the wifebeater closes it over your head and hands, while one of the other men presses against your ass, tugging your jeans and underwear all the way off with a yank. The guy in the “PIG” muscle shirt steps onto the platform in front of the stocks, and you realize the purpose – it puts his crotch at your mouth level.

They don’t waste time. You are sucking the pig’s dick pretty quickly, and one of the others – you can’t see who – shoves his cock into your ass and starts fucking you. With your hands bound in the stocks, you can’t control how deep the pig shoves his dick into your throat, and you’re gagging and choking, long ropes of spit forming around your lips and dripping to the platform. The guy in your ass grips your shirt, using it for leverage as he slams into your ass.

You feel completely exposed, and you know that the other men in the room are watching you from the couches. You suck on the cock, trying not to gag, and feel your ass clenching and unclenching as the man behind you fucks you roughly.

The pig pulls out suddenly and shoots his load all over your face, coating your cheeks, forehead, and lips. You lick at what you can reach with your tongue, but then the guy in the wifebeater is standing in front of you and he shoves his dick into your slick mouth. You suck on him as best you can, trying to keep up with his thrusts.

The man fucking you pulls out and you feel him cum all over your back and ass cheeks. The men cheer, and then another dick is shoved into your ass, as the fourth guy in the group gets his turn. He’s rough and quick, and it doesn’t take him long given how horned up they all are to add his load deep into your guts.

The guy in the wifebeater leaves his cock in your mouth and offers no warning when he cums, and you sputter and choke trying to swallow it all, failing and having a lot of his load pour around his cock and drip down your chin.

He pulls out finally, and you feel the guy fucking you withdraw as well. They undo the stocks and you straight up shakily. The guy in the wifebeater tugs your shirt over your head, and uses it to wipe your face more-or-less clean. Then he tosses it to the Pig, who wipes your ass with it.

“Probably ruined now,” the Pig says, and tosses the shirt far into the corner of the room.

"Wow," you say. You're pretty much beat, and it shows.

“Shit,” the guy in the wifebeater says. “I wanted to fuck your ass, too.”

“Me, too,” says the pig.

“I got my van in the parking lot,” the guy in the wifebeater says.

The guy with the tattoos smiles at you. “Why stop here? You wanna come back to our hotel room with us? We can give you a real birthday party, like we said.”


You say...

Personal tools