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"Dude, where were you yesterday afternoon?" My friend Dave asked as I wandered out into the main room of the hotel suite.
Groggy, I rubbed my eyes as I slowly hobbled towards the kitchen, gingerly sitting down on the stool at the counter.
"Huh? Oh...uh, you know. I was just checking out the resort." I mumbled, still trying to comprehend what had happened to me. Had I really gotten that drunk yesterday? Everything was so hazy. I remembered going to the pool bar...I remembered bumping into these two older guys...I remembered... No...no, I just dreamt that last bit, didn't I? Jeez, why was my ass so sore?
Dave shook me on the shoulder. "Damn, Jon, how much did you drink? We all thought that maybe Cindy had shown up early and you were off somewhere finally losing your v-card." He laughed.
Losing...my...virginity. No...no, it HAD to have been a dream. There's no way I would ever let those two old gay guys do THAT to me.
"Cindy? Nah, she's not here until tomorrow." I told Dave as he flung a towel over his shoulder and headed towards the door.
"Well, when she gets here, man, you be sure to give it to her good, got it? Hahah! Hey, Mike and Doug are already at the pool. You gonna come down?" Dave asked, hovering in the doorway.
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe. I'll see you down there." As the door closed, I slowly stood up, stretching slightly trying to ease my sore hole. Had I really let two old men fuck me up the ass??
No way. It was just a crazy dream. I needed to clear my head.
I threw on a pair of swim trunks and a light t-shirt and headed down to the resort restaurant, looking to get a bite before I met up with the guys at the pool, my brain still trying to comprehend what really happened yesterday.
As I down walked the hallway, my phone buzzed: A text from Cindy.
"Hey babe," it read. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow. The guys are going to leave early so we can be alone, right?"
I took a long step, trying to find a comfortable stride as I texted back. "Hey back! Absolutely! They agreed to give us the room for the night! I've been horny for weeks just thinking about it."
I smiled to myself and hit 'send' looking up only briefly before I collided with someone turning the corner, dropping my phone as I stumbled backwards.
"Whoa, hey, so sorry," I said, as I stood up, straightening my shirt. "That was totally my faul..." My mouth gaped as my eyes focused on the man in front of me. Older, taller, thicker, hairy chest bare beneath an opened Hawaiian shirt. It couldn't be...
Frank smiled as he bent down and scooped up my phone, chuckling. "Well, here you are." He said as I back pedaled, bumping into the wall behind me as my mind reeled.
"Wayne and I been looking all over for you this morning. You jumped out of the car so quickly when we brought you back that we barely had a chance to exchange numbers yesterday."
I pressed myself against the wall as Frank leaned in, resting his hand on the wall next to my head, his big, bare belly pressing into my chest as he pinned me in place.
"Wha...what the hell? Hey, man, back up!" I squeaked, Frank's meaty hand reaching up and grabbing the waist of my shorts preventing me from turning away.
"How's your pussy this morning, baby? Sore, I bet. Can't believe you took two cocks at once for your first time, you must be a real bottom bitch, you know?"
My eyes went wide as I twisted, trying to pull away from the man, his gut pressing me into the wall and his hand tight on the front of my shorts. I could feel the smooth fabric of his speedo rubbing against my arm, his crotch grinding into my wrist as I squirmed.
"No way, man. You've got me confused with some else. Let me go...please?" My voice squeaked, surprisingly, as I begged like a trapped puppy. Shouldn't I be pissed? Shouldn't I be punching this asshole and screaming?
I felt the fat shaft of his cock against my arm as he leaned in close, putting all of his weight against me.
"Oh no, baby. No, no, no, my little faggot. Daddy's far from done with you." He glanced over his shoulder to a slightly opened door behind him, some kind of store room with a maid's cart and racks of towels. Before I could object, he dragged me through the door by the waist of my shorts, the seam of my trunks sliding between my ass cheeks and pinching my tender hole as I struggled against his superior strength.
"Wayne is going to be so excited I found you." He whispered as he pulled me forcibly into the room, tossing me aside like a rag doll and slamming the door behind him.
I pressed myself against the back wall, trying to get as far from Frank as possible as he pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
"Hey Wayne, it's me. Uh huh, yep. I found him. Pull the car around. Before I meet you out front though I'm going to have a little fun. We'll see you soon." He hung up the phone and then waggled another in his opposite hand. My phone.
"Heh, Wayne is gonna get the car. We're gonna go back to our place again, what do you say, baby?" istanbul travesti Frank asked. I immediately shook my head and started to argue but Frank quickly slid open the messaging app on my phone and saw my texts to Cindy.
"Hmm, Cindy, eh? I wonder what she would think about your little adventure yesterday..." His big, dark eyes looked at me while he licked his lips. "Should I tell her?"
He asked, sauntering towards me, his brightly colored blue speedo tented out below his big, hairy belly.
"Why don't I draft up a little text here for her, hmm?"
"No! Give that back!" I shouted, waving my arms as I tried to snatch the phone from his hand. Frank held his arm high, smiling at my futile attempts while he put another big hand on my waist, pushing me back against the wall.
"You can have it back, baby." He said, his belly once again pressing into mine, his hard cock rubbing against me. "But you've gotta do a little something for daddy first."
He quickly raised his hand to the back of my neck and pulled my face to his, mashing his fat lips to mine as his tongue darted into my mouth. My eyes bulged as I put my hands on his hairy chest, straining to push away...but the harder I fought back the more he ground his hardening cock against me, sliding it up and down the length of my own crotch as he held me firmly to his lips.
"I'm the first man you ever kissed, huh? Yesterday. Remember? Me and Wayne had our cocks stuffed in your little tight boy pussy as you sucked my tongue. You begged for it. And then we both came in you. That's not something you just walk away from..."
His finger dropped to my chest as he pinched my nipple under my shirt.
"You don't just let two men cum in your pussy then walk away back to your little straight life. Back to your little 'Cindy.'...nah, you're ours now. Our little faggot." His face was so close to mine as he whispered the harsh truths at me, my cheeks flushed and my mind raced as he confirmed my worst fears.
"But maybe you can earn your way out of it. Maybe you do me a favor here and now and I let you walk away. How about it baby?" Frank asked, straightening as he kept a hand firmly locked on my shoulder.
"You suck me off, right here and now. You make me cum in under 5 minutes...and I'll give you your phone back. I'll give you your phone back and you'll never see me again. Wayne and I will find another bitch...how about it?" He held the phone still, teasing, right over my head.
"Or I could just text your bitch right now and wreck your life. Your call."
My chest heaved as I stared daggers through the man, his free hand now sliding up my cheek to the back of my head. I gritted my teeth as he grabbed a handful of my sandy hair and slowly began pulling me to my knees.
He knew he had me. What else could I do?
"Good bitch." He said. "This is nothing new for you anyways, cocksucker. You already sucked my knob yesterday, remember?" He laughed, embarrassing me further as I sunk to my knees to face the thick bulge now at eye level.
Frank pressed his speedo covered cock towards my face and I pulled back, instinctively. A sharp pull of my hair and the older man pulled my gaze to his.
"Don't get shy now, slut. You're already 15 seconds behind."
Realizing I had little choice, I quickly reached up under Frank's stout belly and felt for the edges of his speedo, tugging the fabric down to reveal his fat, hard cock jutting out from a thick mane of dark public hair.
Yesterday, I was drunk, stoned and completely out of my mind. So much so that when Frank had first waved his fat, meat stick of a cock in front of my face, I barely even noticed it.
Today, I was staring at his hardening dick through completely sober eyes. It was thick, much thicker than mine. Longer too. His full bush gave way to a fat shaft and a perfectly cut head that bobbed in front of my lips, a clear drop of precum set neatly on the tip. I gulped, terrified.
"Clock's ticking, baby. Open up, c'mon." I knew I needed to do this. If I wanted to get my phone back and possibly be rid of this big asshole, I'd have to suck his cock. If I could get him to cum, maybe I could get out of this.
I couldn't believe I was about to do this...but here I was, on my knees in the floor of a hotel linen closet about to put another man's cock in my mouth.
I lowered my mouth onto Frank's dick head, wrapping my lips tight around his shaft as he pushed his hips slightly towards my face.
"Cocksucker." He hissed, running his hand through my hair as I slowly began bobbing my head up and down the end of his dick. There was absolutely no way I was going to get this monster down my throat, but I knew if I was going to have any chance of getting my phone back, I'd have to try.
With each bob of my head, I tried to take more of Frank's cock in my mouth, my jaw stretched as I slid his dick between my lips.
"Mmm, yeah. There you go, faggot. Watch those teeth. Wiggle that tongue of yours over it. C'mon, you can do it. Four istanbul travestileri minutes." He announced.
"Look at me." Frank demanded, pulling my hair as I dragged my lips off his shaft, lingering on his head. His dark eyes looked down at me over the edge of his hairy, round belly and he winked before pushing his dick back in my mouth, gently rocking his hips as I continued sucking.
I heard a familiar 'ding' from my phone and heard Frank chuckle as he slid the phone down next to his hip, whisps of his dark bush lapping over my phone screen as I read the new text from Cindy.
I love you. The message read.
"See that? Your little bitch loves you. She loves a cocksucking faggot. So suck the cum out of my balls, cocksucker. Suck it good and you can go back to your normal little straight life. Three minutes."
Fuck, I thought. I've gotta hurry. I bobbed faster, drooling over Frank's dick as I took it deeper and deeper with each stroke.
"Mmm, that's it baby. Play with daddy's balls too." He encouraged and I reached up and held his plum sized sack in my hand, gently rubbing his fleshy scrotum as he began to buck his hips more.
"Oh yeah, don't stop baby. Don't stop. One minute. Fuck, you fucking cocksucker. You're gonna make daddy cum. You're actually going to make me cum. Better hurry!"
I'm doing it! I thought. I'm winning!...winning a game where a man face fucks me and calls me a faggot? I pushed the thought out of my mind. With a hand on his balls, I wrapped another hand around his thigh, grabbing his hairy ass cheek as I pulled myself into his dick, my jaw aching as I fought to make this man cum.
"Thirty seconds." He whispered. "Don't stop cocksucker." I could hear it in his voice! He was going to blow soon!
Suddenly the door knob turned and I heard a shriek, a young hotel maid dropped her towels and covered her eyes as she walked into the linen closet.
Frank gripped the back of my head and kept my mouth fixed to his dick as he grabbed a handful of towels and threw it at the maid.
"Get out of here, bitch!" He yelled, the poor maid locking eyes with me as Frank continued to furiously hump my face.
Shocked, the maid left, slamming the door as Frank shook his head with a sigh, his hips still bucking as he pressed his pubes into my face.
A deep laugh rumbled through him, his giant belly jiggling against my forehead as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.
"Tough luck, kid! That dumb bitch just sealed your fate. Your five minutes is up."
I gripped his thighs with my hands and pulled my face off his crotch.
"Wait, what?!" I shouted. "Wait, that's not fair..." I protested as Frank grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and his hard cock with another.
"Life's not fair, faggot." He whispered as he began furiously pumping his own cock. A thick stream of cum shot out from the head and splashed across my horrified face. I tried to argue again only to find Frank shoving his pulsating cock head between my lips, thick cum filling my mouth as he gripped my cheeks with both hands and pulled me by the ears onto his spasming dick.
"Fuck, yeah!" Frank shouted, shivering as his dick twitched. "Mmm, yeah, you fucking cocksucker, take it. Take that cum."
I gasped and cum spilled from the edges of my lips as I dragged my arm across my mouth, wiping salty cum off my own tongue.
"Hey! Hey wait..." I coughed. "That counts, right? That still counts??" I pleaded, still on my knees, a big rope of cum stuck to my cheek.
"Hah!" Frank laughed, stuffing his still hard dick back into his speedos as he gripped my arm and pulled me to my feet. "I don't think so, baby bitch. The deal was for five minutes. You didn't do it. I'm keeping this phone. You want it? Come out to the car and we'll see if you can cut a deal with Wayne."
With that, Frank dragged me from the closet back out into the hallway quickly pulling me towards the lobby and their silver Mercedes. A familiar face sat behind the wheel and Wayne spun around to look at me as Frank nudged me into the back seat.
My hair a mess, cum splashed across my face, Wayne couldn't help but laugh.
"You boys been having some fun?" He asked as Frank crowded into the back seat with me, pulling me slightly over his lap as the car pulled away from the hotel.
"Oh yeah," Frank grinned. "But we're gonna need to make a deal with our little bitch here if you want your own piece of the action..."
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Frank and Wayne argued the short distance from the resort to their desert home, Frank's arm locked around my waist as I again struggled to wrap my head around the events that had taken place.
In the last 24 hours I'd gotten drunk, left my friends and let two old men turn me into the meat of their fuck sandwich. Then not even 10 minutes ago I let one of those men blackmail me into swallowing a load of his cum and follow him and his gay partner back to their house again.
"Why are we playing this silly little game?" Wayne asked as he pulled travesti istanbul the Mercedes into the garage, closing the door behind.
"Because, little Jon here is still convinced he's straight and is desperate to fuck his little bitch. I say we give him a fighting chance!" Frank chuckled.
Wayne rolled his eyes and turned back to look at his partner. "We've already both fucked him. He's a faggot now. He's got your cum on his face! It's still warm! He's a full blown cock serving slut."
"Excuse me...?" I whispered, the two men ignoring me.
"Yeah, yeah. He's a faggot, for sure. But we've gotta let him think he's got a way out! It's more fun that way." Frank mused.
"Excuse me...?" I said again, slightly louder.
"Hah, fun for you, maybe. You just drained your balls in his mouth. What about me?" Wayne asked.
"You'll get a turn, how about this: You fuck him in his pussy. If his little cock gets hard then we'll know he's a born faggot, okay?"
"Excuse me! Don't I get a say in this at all?" I pleaded, my eyes darting between the two, large men as they plotted to plow my ass.
"No!" They said in unison, Wayne exiting the vehicle as Frank rubbed my arm.
"Look, kid, this is the only way we're gonna know for sure if you're a true bottom bitch like we think you are. If your cock gets hard while Wayne's fucking you, then we'll know. We only want to break in born bottoms. If your dick stays soft we'll leave you alone and you can run back to your little girl, Sandy."
"Cindy." I corrected as Frank coaxed me out of the car and towards the house.
"Right, Cindy, like it matters. Come on, babe." He said, parading me into the living room, past the couch where the two men had already fucked me yesterday. My mind whirled and I struggled to remember if I had gotten hard then.
The two men corralled me down the hall into a bedroom, a large king sized bed set in the middle. Frank led the way, tugging my t-shirt over my head as Wayne pulled off my swim trunks, both eager to get me into position.
What the hell? I thought. How am I letting this happen? Am I really going to go through with this? Why am do I keep letting these two old assholes talk me into this stuff?! A pit grew in my stomach as Frank crawled onto the bed, dragging me along with him, Wayne's hands on my hips as he followed suit.
What if they're right? What if I keep letting them do this because I AM a faggot?!
I shook my head, and closed my eyes. No. No, that's not true. I'm just doing this to get my phone back and so that these two will leave me alone for good!
I came to this conclusion at the same time I realized I was fully naked, crawling on my hands and knees up the bed into Frank's waiting arms. He already had his speedos off and he pushed my face down to rest on his hairy leg, his now flaccid cock dangling inches from my face.
"Just lay here like that." Frank ordered, positioning me prone on the bed, my face in his lap as his big hands stroked my neck and back, gently making their way down to my ass cheeks. He kneeded them under his palms and I turned slightly to see Wayne behind me, tossing his own speedos aside as he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs.
Frank squeezed my cheeks and the spread them wide, exposing my still sore asshole to his partner. Wayne chuckled.
"He still looks a little red down there. Poor thing." He said, tracing a finger softly over my tender asshole.
"He can take it." Frank chimed in, hooking a finger under my chin and pulling my eyes to meet his gaze...his soft cock rested against my cheek as he spoke.
"Okay, here's the deal, baby. Daddy Wayne is going to fuck you..."
"...again!" Wayne reminded me.
"...yes, again. He's going to fuck your boy pussy and if you can keep your cock soft, I'll give you back your phone and you can go home. Okay?"
I frowned and shook my head. This was easily the worst deal I'd ever heard in my life. Again, I couldn't believe this was happening. But what was I going to do? Overpower these two bigger, stronger men? Even if I could, they still had my phone...
Frank produced another tube of lube and squeezed it onto my asshole, spreading it around and then slathering a generous amount on Wayne's hardening cock.
"Geez..." I muttered, looking up at Frank through his thick bush. "Can you, like, at least put on a condom or something?" The two looked at each other then back at me, laughing.
"Boy, we've BOTH already bred your boy hole, bareback. A condom is just going to make things take that much longer...unless that's what you want? You want Daddy Wayne's cock in you as long as possible?" Frank grinned.
I shook my head. "No, but I...ahhhhh!" I squealed as I felt Wayne's bare cock head poke my bruised hole, his fat dick already hard as steel as he began tunneling into me.
"Oh, fuck!" Wayne gasped. "He's so fucking tight. How did we both manage to get our cocks in him yesterday?"
Frank shrugged as he ran his hands through my hair, rubbing my face on his thick bush, soft cock and balls.
"Well, he was pretty drunk, and loose yesterday. Here let me give him some more lube..." I heard the lube bottle open and Frank's slippery finger now gently tracing my stretched asshole, right where Wayne's cock was sunk into me.