Perverts 'R' Us

The Pickup

By Vampire ( M/M, Dom )

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My head lay on his stomach. This young man with the hard body; this young man who stared at me for maybe 3 minutes in the bar a couple of hours ago; this man who walked over to me and just said, "I'm Jon. Follow me to my car."

He drove me to his apartment, not a mile away. He never spoke the whole way. I followed him into his home. Then he spoke. "Strip." I quickly did, not really knowing why I was obeying this young stranger. When he unzipped his pants and pulled out his 9" cock, I knelt. He slapped my face with it. Then he walked into the other room and quickly returned and tossed me handcuffs. I looked at him, and he looked at me. Not a word. I started to fasten them. He shook his head. I moved my hands behind me and he nodded slightly. I noticed that he got harder. He motioned me to the couch and pushed me down on it as he undressed himself.

His hands lay on my head, not roughly but firmly, ensuring that I couldn't move away. His hips rhythmically moved, pushing his swollen cock slowly in and out of my mouth, from just inside my lips to the back of my throat. The flared head stroked my tongue. Every now and then he'd touch my gag reflex. He didn't seem to notice. His eyes were fixed on the porno movie playing on the large television. He was watching a tender young girl being roughly handled and forced to perform sexually for 3 large black men. She didn't seem to be enjoying it much.

I had been laying here, hands cuffed behind my back, his cock in my mouth for the better part of an hour. The movie wasn't your typical fuck flick, with all actors naked and fucking within seconds. It moved along slowly. The girl had been brought to these men by her father, money changed hands and now the father sat by masturbating as he watched the men slowly torment the girl.

At each new level of her torment, I could feel Jon's cock head pulsing in my mouth: when she was bent over and spanked, her dress pulled up, panties on view to everyone; when she was stripped in front of her father while he stroked his cock and smiled; when her tiny tits were pinched and twisted; when her nipples were pulled so hard her tits became tiny cones; and when fingers were forced roughly into her dry little cunt and ass. I thought he was going to lose it when she was forced to her knees to lick the head of her masturbating father's cock. He held on while she was pushed to her knees and fucked in the mouth by each huge black cock in turn, each taking just a few strokes before passing her on to his partner on his right.

A few quick strokes made me concentrate on Jon's cock, as he gagged me a couple of times. A loud scream drew my attention to the television as one of the black men forced his huge cock into the girl's ass. Jon moaned. His strokes grew a bit faster, his cock head touching the back of my throat, hitting my gag reflex. He didn't slow. "Suck, faggot, you're about to get the first load."

His cock grew noticeably harder and thicker. His hands tightened on my head. His thrusts began to go deeper, gagging me with each thrust. He didn't slow, didn't care. His cock was hard as steel.

"Open up, cocksucker. Time to take it all in."

The spongy head lodged in my throat. It pushed hard once, twice, then a third time, forcing my throat open. I tried to gag, but couldn't with the cock in my throat. My eyes teared over. I tried to swallow. I couldn't. His cock sawed back and forth in my throat, burning. My lungs ached for a breath. His hands pushed my head down more, forcing deeper, hurting, and finally pressing my mouth into his pubic hair. I could feel his cock pulsing as it spurted into my throat.

He finally pulled my head up, coughing and gasping, choking on the cum splattering from my mouth. He let me catch my breath and gain control of my breathing again before pushing my head back onto his stomach. He again shifted his attention to the television where the girl was whimpering as she was brutally ass-fucked. He took his cock in his hand and ran the slippery head over my face, painting me with the cum that still leaked from the tip. Then he pressed it to my lips, opening them with his cock. "Again. The movie's not over." was all he said.