Bad Santa
(M/M, straight/gay, reluctant, masturbation, oral, anal)
by Endy - brycejlover@yahoo.com

Christmas day had come. And suddenly, all people were busy shopping for Christmas gifts. Children could not wait to get their hands on presents given by Santa Claus. Christmas was certainly a special day in their life. But not to Randall. To him, Christmas was just like any other day. But during Christmas, he could get more income by playing Santa in a shopping department in Sydney. Randal himself actually did not cut out to be a Santa. One thing for sure, he was much younger compared to Santa Claus. And he did not possess a beer-belly like Santa did. Rough life had shaped Randall's body, filling muscles in it. Thus, in order to be a Santa, Randall had to wear phony white beard and cotton-stuffed costume. Sitting on a chair, right on a stage which was cramped with Christmas decoration, Randall was ready to entertain the kids.

That night, the mall was cramped with kids and their parents. Every one of them wanted to get a present from Santa. Randall half-heartedly did his job. He hated kids but he had to do it if he wanted to get money. When he finished giving a present to a kid, his eyes were drawn to a handsome young father in front of him. That young dad was taking his 5 year-old boy to see Santa. 'Damn! Isn't he hot?' Randall thought, his eyes meeting the young dad's. Being a gay man, Randall could not help getting hard at handsome sexy men. He did have several sexual fetishes. One of them was having gay sex with a married man. That young dad was Randall ultimate fantasy. 'I have to have him, by force or by will. He will be mine tonight.' Randall did not realize that he was daydreaming. Suddenly he was pulled back to reality as that young dad shoved his son into Randall's arm. 'Fuck! I hate kids,' he thought as he willy-nilly accepted that young boy and placed him on the lap. 'But I would love to fuck his dad's ass,' he thought as he looked at the young kid's innocent face. Looking up, he saw that the young dad stepped backward and stood in the line, waiting for his kid to get a gift.

Innocently, that kid asked, "Santa, what's this? It feels hard," he asked innocently. Fortunately, Christmas carol was echoing through the mall. Thus, no one could hear the kid's innocent question. "It's hard, Santa. Is this your secret gift for me?"

'Damn! This little brat is sitting on my hard-on. Fuck! I'm not a pedophile. I hate kids. But I have to control my anger if I want to get his dad's straight ass. Hey, maybe I can use this kid to my advantage,' he thought, taking a gift for that kid. "Ho, ho, ho! This is Santa's gift to you. Santa will give you more presents if you can get your daddy to help Santa. Ask your dad to meet me in the storage room. Santa keeps his presents there." The plan worked great. After the kid thanked him, Randall watched him run to his dad. Never did Randall let the young dad stay out of the sight. Apparently, that young dad got the message for he stood up and waved his hand at Randall. 'Perfect,' Randall thought, trying hard not to massage his erection. "Next!"

*****

Cliff just turned 29 that year. Being a single dad was hard but he liked it. When his kid told him that Santa needed his help in the storage area, he thought, 'Why not?' After all, it was Cliff's nature to always help others in need. He purposely waited until the mall closed. Then he took his kid to his car and put him there. "Stay here. Daddy's gonna be back. Daddy has to help Santa, ok?" Thus, Cliff went back to the mall. All stores had been closed and there was hardly anyone there. The Christmas carol and the glimmering lights had been turned off. The mall was practically empty. There were only two security guards who were seen. They nodded their heads when Cliff said that Santa needed his help in the storage area. "Thanks," he said to the guards, heading towards the direction they gave.

"It seems that Randall has done it again. He always lures men to the storage room where he can rape them with no disturbance," a security guard whispered to his fellow guard. He of course did that when Cliff was far enough from them. Staring at Cliff's back, that security guard cupped his own cock through the trousers. "Man, I get hard thinking about what Randall will do to him. That man will become a faggot after being fucked by Randall." A bulge was growing inside that security guard's trousers. On his shirt was a name pin, bearing the name Andy. With his strong hand, he squeezed his own erection. "At least, Randall always gives us a chance to fuck his victims afterwards. Come on, Rick. Let's go to the monitor room. We can watch the whole show from there. The camera in the storage room must be able to capture the whole perverted scene. I may as well record it for my personal use." Without waiting for his friend, Andy quickly rushed to the control room. Rick followed.

Innocently, Cliff had no idea what would happen to him there. "Here it is. Storage room," he told himself, opening the door. "Santa, are you there?" There was no answer. As the door closed behind him, Cliff walked deeper into the large storage area. That place was almost as large as a plane hangar. Several dim neon lights lit up the room. Carton boxes, in uncountable amount, were piling up in every direction. The lack of ventilation soon drew sweat drops out of Cliff's body. Despite the cold weather outside, Cliff felt very hot. He had to undo several upper buttons of his shirt. As the shirt got wetter, it could not hide the outline of Cliff's body. Like most men, Cliff did not bother to work out. But genetically, he was gifted with big-shaped bones. Thus, he looked strong and sturdy, despite the absence of athlete's-like muscles. As he walked, he tried to find Santa but did not find him at all. Tired of waiting, he almost decided to step out. But one thing caught his eyes. A straight porn magazine. It was left lying on top of one of the boxes. Apparently, someone left it there in purpose. But Cliff's mind was too naive to think of that. Upon seeing its content, Cliff's lust took over and that straight man forgot about where he was.

'Oh damn! The pictures are so great. Man, I get so horny,' he whispered to himself, his eyes staring at the pages. Soon enough, a hard-on was formed inside his trousers. That erect manhood demanded to be free. A huge lump was imprinted at the front part of his trousers. Holding the magazine in one hand, he used the other hand to massage the erection through the fabric. 'Yeah, I have not have sex for years. I only make love to my hand. I need some real sex.' Hungrily, his eyes were engulfing the obscene content of that straight magazine. The longer he looked at the pages, the hornier he became. 'Fuck! It's getting hotter in here.' Without thinking, he quickly undid the rest of the buttons and let the shirt fell onto the dirty floor. 'Yeah, I feel much better,' he said, shrugging his shoulders. Although there were no bulging muscles in his body, Cliff looked so hot. Sweat, in the form of thin layer, coated his whole body. From a far, the body glistened like a porcelain statue. No extra fat was found around his waist. Yet, some body fat, mixed with flesh, was accumulated in Cliff's chest mounds. From afar, his torso looked muscular. A large brown nipple stood at each chest mound, guarding it. And there was hardly any nipple hair around the aureolae. Their brown color contrasted with his pale skin complexion.

Without Cliff's knowing it, someone was watching him from behind. It was Randall! 'Yes, he took the bait and now he was jacking off. All men are alike. Their brain is operated by sex. Fuck! Look at his sweaty body. Oh my, I would love to grope my hands all over it.' At then, Randall had already taken off his fake Santa's beard. The costume had also been taken off. Exposed to the humidity, Randall's body did not stop sweating either. Sweat drops were rolling down his hairy body, dampening it. Muscles underneath the skin were glistening, looking as if they were about to burst. Randall's body was indeed quite muscular, owing to the hard physical work that he had been doing all his life. "Oh," he softly gasped, trying hard to suppress it. The only clothes that he still wore, besides the shoes, were a pair of Santa's trousers. A noticeable large lump was sticking out of them. Wet stain decorated the front part, declaring how horny Randall was. 'Fuck! I really want to fuck that sexy young dad. I bet his ass is so tight that I can cum inside it in seconds. Oh, he is so desirable. I really want him. But I want to see him finish his business first. There's nothing more erotic than watching a straight man shoot off his cock juice.' Thus, Randall chose to stay in his hiding place and watched the whole lewd scene unravel.

"Oh! Yeah! Ah!" Cliff got the courage to moan his pleasure. He figured that no one would hear him. "I love it. It feels so good," he gasped, having the nerve to vocalize his feeling. Looking down, he noticed how big his erection was. It was time to let his dick loose. Soon, unzipping sound was heard. As the trousers slid down, a hard circumcised dick sprang out. Its dick head had been coated with a handsome amount of precum. But most of the liquid had been sucked by his damp underwear. When Cliff turned his body around, he accidentally gave Randall an unobstructed view of frontal nudity. Needless to say, Randall was very excited about that. "Oh! I'm so fucking horny! If I don't jack off, I will explode. I have to cum," Cliff said, holding the magazine in one hand. The other hand was soon used to grab the length of his dick. That straight man wasted no time to masturbate. "Oh yeah, I wish I could really fucked you. Oh! Yeah! I'm so hot for your body. Yeah," he slurred. Cliff never took his eyes off the magazine. Pages after pages, showing straight content, were viewed. Cliff really enjoyed it. His cock could tell no lie.

Actually, Cliff's dick head was unique, unlike most common cocks. Cliff had been circumcised since birth. Perhaps that's why his dick head was shaped smaller than the shaft. In a glance, his dick head looked weird. It looked more like an arrow head. Nevertheless, that dick was proven to be functional because, after all, Cliff had had a son. In Cliff's hand, that fuck tool throbbed. From its narrow piss slit, a drop of precum oozed out. Being stroked, that dick was constantly stimulated. More precum flowed out. That liquid was rubbed off around the head and along the shaft, serving as lubrication. Some precum drops even found their way down onto the floor. As time went by, Cliff's entire body had been soaking wet with excessive sweat.

"Oh, yeah! I'm so horny. Yeah! Oh!" Cliff moaned, his mouth gaping open. "Oh, I need more stimulation," he said, before putting the magazine down. To Randall's disappointment, Cliff once again turned his back on him. Thus, all Randall could see was Cliff's nude backside. "Yeah, I'm jacking off. Oh! And it feels so damn good. Fuck! Yeah!" With his free hand, Cliff reached for his nipple and began fingering it. His eyes were still fixed to the magazine in front of him. Lewd moans continued to fill the room. "I want to fuck you. Oh, yeah, I would love to stick my cock in you and pump you till I cum. Ah!" Flexing his legs, Cliff lowered his ass down and pushed his dick forward. Again and again, he thrust forward, fucking the air. "Oh! Baby! Yeah! Oh yes!" he groaned, lost in his dirty fantasy.

Meanwhile, Randall secretly found a new peeping pace. From behind the boxes, he got the side view of Cliff's body. That muscular man could only gulped his saliva down. 'Man! His dick looks quite long. I don't know, maybe 9 or 10 inches? I wonder how his wife takes that monster cock. That fuck rod is not exactly thick. But still, it's long. Ah, it can hit my prostate right away when he fucks me with that thing.' Deep in his lascivious imagination, Randall was stroking himself through the trousers. 'Yeah, it must feel good to fuck his ass and to make him fuck my ass. Oh yeah.' Randall was indeed versatile. As long as it was good, he was willing to bottom. Since he was very fond of Cliff, Randall thought that he would love to bottom for that straight man if time permitted. Kneeling on the dirty cement floor, Randall lowered his Santa's trousers and tucked the waits band under his ball sacks. Taking his cut dick in his hand, that horny man began milking himself. "Oh yeah. Let me see you cum. Yeah! Your straight cum must taste delicious. Oh, I wish I were the one in your bed every night. Oh!" Pulsating, Randall's dick gave off its fluid. "Oh! I want to see you cum!" he whispered, breathing heavily.

"Oh! Fuck! I can't take this anymore. I have to cum! Oh!" Cliff yelled all of a sudden. "Ah!" Throwing his head behind, that young father prepared himself for the inevitable orgasmic eruption. "Oh! Yes! Fuck! I'm cumming! Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Oh!" His hips shuddering, Cliff reached his orgasm. Arching his back, he pushed his dick forward as if he was fucking somebody. The dick in his hand throbbed and immediately released its gushing cream. "Oh! Shit!" he cried loudly. At that point, he did not care whether he would be caught red-handed or not. There was only one thing in his mind, at then, which was ejaculation. Proudly, he let his man milk loose. "Oh! Yes! Oh yes! Oh!" he whimpered, grunting like an angry bull. Thick creamy loads leapt out from the slit. The first one flew forward, landing inches away from where Cliff stood. That creamy rich load hit a carton box. Instantly, it wetted the carton. Soon enough, the second load followed. Each time a load was discharged, the dick would throb hard like machinery. Cliff continued to wail as his whole body shook. "Fuck! Yeah! I'm cumming! Oh! Yes! Fuck!" The rest of the loads dropped to the floor. But some reached the magazine, too. "Ah! Ah!" he moaned, shaking out the last drop of his man milk. "Damn! It feels so damn good."

Heaving, Cliff wiped his sweaty torso with his big strong hand. In one single wipe, the sweat drops were wiped away. He continued to wipe the other area of his torso, in order to get rid of the excessive perspiration. He even tried to clean his back, too. Slowly, Cliff's dick grew flaccid, returning to its normal size. A string of cum hung from the slit, swaying between his legs. Cliff was so busy wiping the sweat from his body that he failed to realize that Randall was making his move. When both of Cliff's hands reached backward to wipe the buttocks, Randall seized the opportunity. Fast like lightning, Randall lunged forward. Both of Randall's arms were outstretched, trying to grab Cliff's hands. And Randall made it. It happened so fast that Cliff did not know what happened. Shocked, the young dad tried to pull back his hands but Randall had already pinned them to the back. Thus, Cliff was forced to wince out in pain.

"Oh! Fuck! Let me go! My hands hurt! Oh! Please," Cliff begged, bending his body to ease the pain on his hands. He did try to act as cool as he could. But in his mind, Cliff went panic. 'Fuck! I am caught red-handed. Fuck! Now what am I gonna do?' Cliff's softening dick shook as the body moved. "Oh! Let me go, please. I know I'm wrong. Ah!" he begged again, dropping to his knees. Then ruthlessly, Cliff's body was turned. How surprised he was when he saw a nearly naked muscular man wearing Santa's trousers. "You?" he asked, gripped by fear and anger. "You're the Santa. You set me up!" But before Cliff could talk more, he groaned again as his hands were pinned. "Oh! Ok! I give up! Oh! Have mercy on me, please." Knowing that the hard way would not work, Cliff quickly used the soft way by begging. As a normal human being, Cliff had fear. And his fear kept growing as he realized that Randall's erect dick was swaying before his face.

"Yeah, I'm the Santa. Surprise!" Randall said mockingly. "I did set this up for you. But you seemed to enjoy it, a lot." Purposely, Randall slapped his erect dick onto Cliff's face. "You took the bait, dad," Randall added. Even though technically Randall was a few years older than Cliff was, he liked to emphasize the word 'dad'. "Yeah, you're one hell of a hot young daddy. A straight married man. Imagine how lucky I am to have you in my gripping arms. Oh yeah, you're mine now, daddy." Since Cliff tried to shake the arms go, Randall applied more strength and forced Cliff to submit. "Stop fighting me. You have no where to go. Unless you want to run out naked. Imagine what people will say when they see your naked body and your swaying creamy cock." Seeing the fear on his victim's face, Randall let out a series of maniacal laughers. "Yeah, give up. You're in my hand now. So, stop fighting and do exactly as I tell you to. Or..." he paused for awhile, trying to get a better idea to threaten Cliff. "Or else you may never see your son again."

"No! Tim! My Timmy! Don't you dare lay your filthy homo hands on my son. I'm gonna kill you... Ah!" But before Cliff managed to finish his threat, he had to admit that he was helpless. Again, his hands were pinned in such a way that pain guaranteed to torture him. "Ah, please. Don't hurt, Timmy," Cliff suddenly cried. Never in his life had Cliff felt so helpless like that. He feared for the safety of his son. 'I have to do whatever I can to ensure Timmy's safety. I don't want this sick bastard and his friends to sodomize my underage son. I have to do whatever this homo tells me to do. I must do it,' Cliff told himself, preparing himself for the worse and hoping for the best. Pain was still on his handsome face. But he did try to look strong. Although he realized that Randall was more muscular than he was, he flexed his muscles to show his masculine side.

'Yeah, it's gonna be easy to bag this guy,' Randall laughed in his heart. One thing for sure, Randall was a criminal. He did not have the heart to hurt kids although he despised them. But he needed that empty threat, or else Cliff would not submit himself so easily like that. "Yeah, that's it. Don't fight me if you what's the best for your kid. Do what I say and I guarantee that your kid is safe." Slowly, he loosened the grip. To his contentment, Cliff offered no fight. "Yeah, submit to me. Oh, I'm so horny for you. I can't control my dick. It longs to fuck your straight ass." As he talked, he shoved his leaking dick forward and smeared Cliff's face with its precum. Cliff tried to avoid that dick but Randall quickly admonished him not to. "Stay there. Accept my dick. Don't you dare move. Let me smear your handsome face with my precum. Yeah, I'm getting hornier."

'This man is crazy. He wants to turn me into a homo,' Cliff thought but there was nothing that he could do to escape. Thus, he tried to bear the humiliation, kneeling silently. Whenever Randall's slimy dick head brushed Cliff's nostrils, Cliff was instinctively overwhelmed with disgust. For several times, he retched but fortunately he did not vomit. 'It's disgusting!" he yelled in his head. Precum was indeed not foreign to him for he, too, produced precum whenever he jacked off. But having precum rubbed on his face and lips was a different matter. As a straight man, Cliff was disgusted. Not to mention, the precum had acrid nauseating smell. Closing his eyes, Cliff tried to think of something else. But nothing could make him forget that a cock was being rubbed on his face.

"Good. You have stopped resisting," Randall commented, releasing Cliff's hands completely. Standing before his victim, he glanced down and made eye contact with Cliff. "First of all, I want you to take off my trousers." A minute passed but Cliff still did not do anything but staring back at Randall. "I said, take off my trousers. Do it." Mercilessly, he kicked Cliff's stomach. That young daddy groaned, holding his aching stomach. Randall made sure that the kick he delivered was harmless enough for he had no intention to hurt Cliff physically in any way, except by raping him. "Take off my trousers!" Randall repeated, getting angrier. During the whole time, Randall's hard dick was throbbing in front of Cliff's face.

His hands shaking with fear, Cliff grabbed the red trousers. As his eyes met Randall's piss slit, he felt intimidated by that manhood. No matter how hard he tried to look away, something in him forced him not to. Thus, Cliff had no choice but to maintain eye contact with the very organ which would deflower him. 'This is sick! This is crazy!' he thought. Without thinking, he quickly pulled the trousers down. As he did it, he accidentally brought his mouth to Randall's drooling cock. But before Cliff could pull back, Randall had already taken hold of Cliff's head. At then, Cliff struggled. "No! Let me go! Please don't. I'm not a homo. Please, release me. Oh!" Needing something to support his body, Cliff grabbed Randall's naked butt. That was the first time ever that Cliff held another man's ass. And it sure felt awkward. At the same time, Cliff had to fight to liberate his mouth from Randall's schlong. "No! Please," Cliff begged again.

"Don't be shy, daddy. Take my dick. Come on. Try tasting it. You may eventually like its taste, I promise," Randall said. His hairy torso expanded as air was taken into the lungs. The torso was still somewhat dampened with sweat. Body hair grew almost evenly, covering the pectorals and the middle part of the abdomen. The hair trailed down and formed a jungle of pubic hair around the crotch. Two pointy brown nipples stuck out among the damp mat of chest hair. Flexing his biceps, Randall forced Cliff to take the dick into the mouth. "Open up. Don't fight me. I warn you. You love your son, don't you?" The threat seemed to work like a charm. Cliff had stopped resisting. "Good boy. Open up and take my dick. Come on. You can do it."

'Fuck! I don't like cock. But what can I do?' Cliff thought. Being close to Randall's cock, Cliff's nose immediately picked up the acrid scent of Randall's musky odor. Again, the urge to retch overcame Cliff. Reluctantly, Cliff pried his mouth open. Ever so slowly, his mouth gaped open. Needless to say, that was probably the hardest thing to do. But as a good dad, he did what he had to do to protect his son, even by sacrificing his own body to be used sexually. 'A cock. I'm gonna suck a cock. Oh man.' Just thinking about another man's dick had already made him nausea. Finally, Cliff got the courage to sink Randall's throbbing male member into his mouth. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, Cliff desperately tried to place the whole length into the mouth. As the dick head made contact with Cliff's tongue, Cliff could taste the true taste of man's precum. 'Yuck! It tastes horrible,' he thought. Yet, he tried not to show it. Several times, he almost retched.

Randall only displayed his lewd grin, satisfied with Cliff's initial effort. "Oh! Yeah, take my whole dick in. Yeah! Oh! Damn! Not bad for a beginner." Uncontrollably, Randall's naked body shuddered. "Yeah, I can feel how warm and wet your mouth is at the same time. Fuck! Yeah!" When Cliff's tongue touched Randall's dick head, Randall moaned. "Oh yeah! Tongue my dick head. Do it. Oh yes!" A wave of pleasure coursed down his body. Randall softly gasped for breath. A drop of precum exuded from the slit. "Ah!" Being overwhelmed with sexual pleasure, Randall flexed his pubic muscles. Instantly, his dick throbbed harder. It brought the dick head close to the ceiling of Cliff's mouth. "Oh fuck!" Randall let out another groan. His broad torso flexed, creating the illusion as if it had been bigger in size. "Yeah! You're natural. Ah!"

The confused young father had no idea how to please a man sexually. But he did his best to imitate the scenes which he often saw in straight porn flicks. Never in his life had he thought that he would end up sucking a cock in his very mouth. "Oh," he groaned. But the sound produced was muffled. Randall's precum continued to fill Cliff's straight mouth. The straight daddy was having a difficult time to cope with the nausea. 'If this homo wants to get suck, I'm gonna suck him. Maybe if I can get him cum, he will release me and forget about fucking my ass. I'd rather suck a cock then take a cock up my ass. I dare not think about how painful it is to have a big dick shoved into my ass.' Thinking that he would escape the anal rape, he earnestly gave the best oral service. But since giving oral sex to another man was not his specialty, he had some trouble with it. 'I have to do it. I must make this homo cum in my mouth.'

"Oh yeah, tongue my cock. Do it. Oh yes! You're doing it like a pro, baby! Ah!" Randall gasped, his body growing tense. "I've never thought that you could suck this well. Ah! I really like it." Hissing like a snake, Randall held Cliff's head and made sure that he did not move. Wanting to give Cliff a chance to prove his sucking ability, Randall did not pump Cliff's mouth with his dick. He let the young dad to slobber on the cock. Groaning, Randall kept encouraging Cliff to keep sucking. "Oh yeah, you're incredible. I love your mouth. Oh yes!" Inside Cliff's mouth, Randall's dick throbbed. Happily, it gave off its precious precum for Cliff. "Oh! I'm so horny. Yes! Do it. Keep sucking my dick. Ah yes!" Instinctively, his grip on Cliff's head tightened.

Another wave of disgust hit Cliff as Randall's precum flooded the tongue. Forcibly, Cliff had to gulp the fluid down. But he had to taste it in the process. 'Oh, I can't stand tasting a man's precum. It's disgusting!' Clumsily, he swirled his tongue around Randall's leaking dick head. The tongue picked up several bad tastes mixing into one. The aroma of dry cum, piss and sweat filled Cliff's nostrils as he sank the cock into his mouth. 'I must make him cum. He has to cum.' Making Randall cum in his mouth was Cliff's goal. That was the only way to save himself from the rage of Randall's dick. With one hand, he held the base of that dick. Carefully, he was milking the shaft, masturbating it. It was technique which he copied from porn movies. And it seemed to work for Randall started to groan more loudly.

"Where did you learn that? Oh, baby!" Randall gasped, his body jerking. "Are you sure that you're straight? Coz you suck my cock so well," he continued, teasing Cliff. To tell the truth, Cliff's suction technique was still bad. But Randall wanted to humiliate Cliff. No straight man wanted to hear praises about how well he sucked a dick. Systematically, Randall was breaking Cliff's defense. "Oh yeah, suck my dick, baby. You seem to enjoy it, don't you? Yeah, you love cocks. Oh! This is fucking great. Yeah!" The hands began to move. Instead of holding Cliff's head, he trailed his hands down on Cliff's upper arms. "Oh! What a sexy body you have there. I like feeling up your big strong arms. Ah yeah!" As the words slurred out, Randall squeezed the biceps.

Groggily, Cliff let another man grope his body. It felt weird to him. No matter how hard he pretended, he could still feel that the hands groping his arms belonged to a man. 'Fuck! That homo is feeling up my arms. Oh! I can't pretend. I can clearly feel that I'm being groped by a man. Ah damn!' The groping had somewhat ruined Cliff's concentration. A loud slurping noise resounded when Randall's dick slipped out from Cliff's mouth. Looking up at Randall's face, the young daddy wished to tell Randall that he did not like to be touched by a man sexually. But he dared not say so. Thus, he forced himself to continue the oral service. The awkwardness in Cliff grew as Randall's hands touched Cliff's broad shoulders. With a cock lodged inside his mouth, Cliff could not say anything but moaning. 'No! He's massaging my shoulders. I don't like it but it sure feels good. Ah yeah!' Slowly, he got carried away and failed to realize that he had been drawn into the ecstasy of gay sex.

"You like it, huh? You like a man to massage your broad shoulders? Oh yeah, I'm massaging you. Yeah, it feels good, right?" Randall teased, squeezing the muscles around the shoulder area. "You do have a nice body. It's not as muscular as mine but it sure looks sexy. I love kneading your flesh. Oh!" Inside Cliff's sucking mouth, Randall's dick throbbed hard. Another drop of precum oozed out. The hands then continued to slide downward, heading towards Cliff's sweaty torso. "Oh yeah! I love feeling a man's chest. Fleshy chest mounds like yours feel so sexy in my hands. Oh!" As the hands moved, they wiped away all the sweat beads that coated Cliff's chest. Cliff's naked body shuddered as it could not resist the pleasure from Randall's hands. "You love it. You want to be touched. You desperately need it, right? Oh, I'm gonna touch your body. I'll grope it and feel its flesh. Oh yeah!" Randall said, his voice sounding hoarse with lust. Intentionally, he gripped both of Cliff's chest mounds. It made the young father produced a muffled groan.

'Fuck! He grips my chest mounds. Oh! My nipples are twisted in his palms. Ah!' All Cliff could do was flinching. But Randall did not let the chest go. Cliff could not help squirming too much either, for he had Randall's dick in his mouth. Pain was on Cliff's handsome face. It came from his twisted nipples. He did have very sensitive nipples. One slight touch on the nipple could drive him up the wall. "Ah! Ah!" Muffled groans continued to flow out from his stuffed mouth. Clumsily, he tried to take more dick length into his mouth. But he retched when Randall's dick head touched the glottal stop. Automatically, Cliff's eyes broke into tears. The tears were not tears of pain or humiliation. The tears came as the result of automatic reaction when Cliff gagged. A the same time, he also coughed out some snot from the nostrils. Cliff was in such a mess. With tears in his eyes, his vision got blurry.

Precum kept flooding Cliff's mouth. That limpid salty liquid seeped into the taste buds and lingered there. For several minutes, that young daddy could not get rid of the precum taste from his tongue. The taste was so overwhelming that Cliff's tongue went numb. At the same time, Cliff received erotic massage from Randall's hands. Although he disliked it, he could not deny how enjoyable it was. Adeptly, Randall was caressing Cliff's chest mounds. The fingers were dancing around the nipples, teasing them. Forcibly, a muffled moan of pleasure resounded from Cliff's stuffed mouth. Before he knew what happened, dizziness attacked his head. He could not think straight. All he could feel was lust around him.

"Yeah, you like it, don't you? You like sucking a real man's dick. Yeah, I can see it in your glassy eyes," Randall commented. As he finished saying so, he began to actively fucked Cliff's mouth. "I'm gonna use your mouth. Yeah, baby. I'm gonna fuck your mouth till it gaped open. Then I'm gonna dump my loads in your mouth. You want that, don't you? You want me to cum inside? Don't worry. I have plenty of loads inside my hanging balls. I haven't come in more than a week." To emphasize that he really did mean it, Randall took hold of Cliff's pointy nipple and gave it a twist. Inevitably, Cliff groaned painfully. "Keep sucking my dick," Randall ordered, slapping the back of Cliff's head. "Who told you to stop sucking, huh?" Roughly, Randall grasped Cliff's head. Both of his hands resided on Cliff's ears, using them as handles. "I'm gonna pump your mouth. I'm gonna give you a taste of a real man's spunk. Yeah."

Cliff could barely handle Randall's rough treatment. That man was fucking Cliff's mouth so hard that Cliff almost lost his breath. His eyes widening, the young daddy tried to tell Randall to slow down. But no voice came out, except a series of incoherent groan. Mercilessly, Randall was banging Cliff's mouth. The thick man meat forced its way in, pumping Cliff's mouth for all it's worth. Slimy precum smeared Cliff's lips, emanating acrid smell. The hard banging caused Cliff to lose his balance. That young father instinctively groped Randall's muscular body for support. Wrapping his arms around Randall's hips, he let Randall use his mouth. Cliff's sweaty body was rocking back and forth like a ragged doll's.

"Oh yeah, baby! I'm so close. I'm gonna shoot my cum in your mouth. When I do, I want you to drink it. Don't let it drop out from your mouth. I mean it. Ah!" Randall warned before hand. Roughly, one hand was placed onto Cliff's short brown hair. Without mercy, Randall grabbed the hair. "Groan for me. I want to hear your groan of pain. Oh! Fuck! Don't worry. I'm gonna cum soon. And when I do, I'm gonna flood your stomach full of it. Oh fuck!" The muscles within Randall's calves contracted as Randall slammed his hips forward and backward. Each time he delivered his dick, he wanted to plant it deeper into Cliff's oral orifice. "Take it! Take my cock in your mouth. Oh yeah! Lick it. Suck it well. Oh!" Letting his head fall back, the muscular man vocalized his pleasure. "Oh!"

As a man who often came, Cliff knew that Randall was close to cumming. But he failed to predict when the exact time was. He just sloppily cleaned the excessive cum with his tongue while letting Randall fuck his mouth. Still kneeling, Cliff tried to maintain the balance. His naked body leaned rather forward, thus he needed to hold onto Randall's hips. Whenever the cock sank in, Cliff's head would rock backward slightly. At that point, Cliff simply did not know what to think. Looking upward, he saw how menacingly Randall's chest was. Two mounds of hairy chest mounds hung just above Cliff's head. Even though the torso was covered with wet chest hair, Cliff could still spot Randall's two nipples. The pointy tips hung downward, challenging Cliff to touch them. Strong masculine aura emanated from Randall's body, overpowering Cliff's mind. Gradually, he lost his sexual orientation. The excessive precum worked like aphrodisiac. Cliff did not know hat came into his mind, but he could not control his own erection. Slowly, Cliff's dick rose and got erect. Instantly, his face went red. And he knew that Randall had spotted the erection.

"Oh, look at your dick. You're getting hard," Randall commented. There was excitement in the tone of his husky voice. "You're enjoying it. Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun." The dick throbbed more furiously inside Cliff's mouth. Randall was fucking with so much vigor that he could have injured Cliff's mouth if he wanted to. Glaring angrily, the reddish cock head slammed itself against the walls of Cliff's throat. "Yeah, take my dick. Oh! Yes!" The sounds of Cliff's predicament only excited Randall more. "I'm gonna choke you with my big dick. Oh, I'm so close, shit! You'll be my whore. I'll hose your throat down with my hot gooey cock juice. Yeah!" The muscles within the hips worked extra hard. Droplets of sweat ran down Randall's hairy body. "Oh! Yeah! I'm gonna cum! Oh!" he warned, wincing as if he had been in great pain.

His mind running wild, Cliff's imagined what it was when Randall did cum. He pictured that a thick cum shot would shoot out from the narrow piss slit and filled his mouth. The dick head would throb with abandon, shooting almost endlessly. To his surprise, the horny vivid imagination drove his dick harder. The erection reached its full size. Moaning, Cliff tried to rub his aching dick head against Randall's hairy legs. But the distance failed his intention. Thus, Cliff moved his knees, walking using them. As Randall's legs were within the range, Cliff quickly swept his slimy dick head onto them. A muffled groan came. Cliff's face showed so much bliss. At that point, even Cliff himself could not understand why he did such gay thing. All he knew was that he got horny and he had to stimulate his own dick. For the umpteenth time, Cliff grabbed Randall's ass buns and held onto them. Sweat had dampened the ass and made it harder to grasp. But Cliff did his best. As lewd grunts were orchestrated, something happened. Randall suddenly poured his cum loads into Cliff's oral orifice!

"Ah shit! Here I come! I'm cumming for you, slut! Oh!" Randall cried, throwing his head back. Groaning loudly, he let orgasm took over his body. At that same time, every muscle within his body grew tense. Convulsion followed. As if he had been electrocuted, Randall flinched and bucked. "Oh! Fuck! I'm cumming! Oh! Take my cum! Take it! Ah yes! Shit, ah!" he cried again. Frantically, he was slamming the thick meat in and out of Cliff's abused mouth. Drool and precum were coating that organ, creating a mess. Some of the mixed liquid even flowed down from the sides of Cliff's mouth. Like a vibrator, that cock shuddered. "Ah! Yes! I'm cumming! Oh!" The first shot immediately hit the back of Cliff's throat, almost choking him. When Cliff tried to gulp it down, the second load came. Repeatedly, loads after loads filled the mouth. The acrid taste of cum filled Cliff's taste buds, rendering him dizzy. Cliff's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as thick manly fluid ran down his throat. For several seconds, the ejaculation took place. Grunts of pleasure filled the dimly lit storage room. With a long sigh of satisfaction, Randall finished his orgasm. "Ah, you're natural, baby. You sucked like a pro," he sighed, shuddering. Carefully, he withdrew his flaccid manhood.

Shaking his head, Cliff felt as if he had just woken up. His smooth sweaty chest was heaving up and down. Dumbfounded, he sat on the cement floor. "I can't believe it. I just drank another man's cum," he sighed to himself. The bitter taste of cum still lingered in his tongue. In his throat, some gooey cum was still hanging there. Cliff had to gulp down his saliva to force the cum to flow down. As the orgasmic commotion was over, Cliff found that his dick went soft, too. "It was quite intense. I never knew I could do it," he added, breathing hard. Looking up, he saw Randall stand above him. A drop of cum dropped down from the tip of Randall's dick. "I've done what you wanted. Let me go, please," Cliff begged.

"Who said that you'd be free after you sucked my dick, huh? I never said that," Randall responded. Roughly, he bent his body over and brought his face as closely as possible to Cliff's. When their noses touched each other, Randall stared into Cliff's eyes and said, "I haven't fucked your straight virgin ass, yet. Until I have flooded your ass with my cum, I will never let you go. Do you hear me?" With no warning, suddenly Randall bumped his forehead to Cliff's. Not expecting anything like that, Cliff lost his balance and fell onto his back. Groans of pain came from Cliff's quivering mouth. Randall quickly seized the opportunity to immobilize Cliff. "You didn't see that coming, huh?" Randall asked, laughing. Although he just bumped his head, he seemed fine. Roughly, he grabbed Cliff's broad shoulders. Exerting his might, he forced Cliff to stand up. "Stand up. The fun has just begun." Out of nowhere, Randall suddenly produced two pairs of handcuffs. "I borrowed these cuffs from the security guard. I need them so that you can't fight me when I rape your tight hot ass," he said.

Still having excruciating headache, Cliff did nothing when Randall manhandled his naked body. Like a ragged doll, he let Randall cuffed each hand with a pair of cuffs. Deep in his mind, he knew that he had to fight back. Yet, he could barely move his own limbs. There was simply no more energy to fight. Above them were several pipes, hanging from the ceiling. Cliff watched in despair as he felt that both of his hands were being raised. Adeptly, Randall secured each hand to the pipe. Standing shakily, Cliff perceived that he could go nowhere. Both of his arms were raised, hanging from the ceiling. His hairless armpits were exposed. They looked damp with sweat. The pectoral muscles were stretched upward. Somehow, his chest mounds looked flatter. But his two pointy nipples remained erect.

Walking around, Randall admired his own handiwork. "You're mine now. And I'm gonna fuck you. You may be straight now. But after your ass meets my cock, you will turn into a cock worshipper, a faggot, a slut who only wants to serve other men's lust. You'll see." Despite the fact that he had just come, Randall soon regained his erection. Grabbing the slimy dick, he stroked it several times to maintain its erection. "Oh yeah, I can imagine how great it will be to rip your virgin ass open with my dick head. You'll scream with pain but you're gonna love it. Then, I'm gonna fuck you again and again until I cum. I'll breed you," Randall added, standing behind Cliff's naked body. Sensually, Randall pressed his muscular body against Cliff's sweaty back. "Oh, don't repress yourself. Let yourself get horny. I want to see your cock get hard." Fondling Cliff's torso from behind, Randall did his best to make Cliff horny. "Oh yeah. I love your body. Man, you're so sexy," Randall sighed, inhaling the smell of Cliff's damp hair.

"No, please don't," Cliff begged. His whole body shuddered with fear as he felt Randall's hard dick on the ass crack. "I'm straight. I'm not queer like you. Please. I'll suck your dick again. Anything but being fucked. Have mercy, please," Cliff begged, almost sniveling. During his entire life, he had never felt so frightened like that. A gay man was about to fuck his ass. Just thinking about that had already made Cliff shiver. "Spare my ass, please. I will suck your cock again. I will drink your cum. I will also lick your body, your chest, and your nipples. Please, I'll do anything. Anything but this..." But before he could say more words, he was silenced by Randall's hand. That strong callused hand blocked his mouth, preventing him from begging.

"No need to beg. I'm not gonna let you go before I dump my cum up your ass," Randall whispered, his lips close to Cliff's ear. Lewdly, Randall rubbed his erection against Cliff's ass buns. "Do you feel how hard my cock was? Do you feel it, huh? It's longing to enter your tight narrow ass. Yeah, I'll rip your asshole and plunge my cock in. It will hurt at first but you will enjoy it." With the other hand, Randall traced the contour of Cliff's body. His fingers were dancing on Cliff's soft skin. During the process, several droplets of sweat that clung onto that nude body were wiped off. Randall chuckled as he felt Cliff's body shudder under his touch. "You're enjoying it, aren't you? Yeah, nothing feels more wonderful than being touched by a man, right?"

Throwing his head back, Cliff did his best to fight the pleasure. But he was powerless. In his head, he wondered why another man's hand could bring so much pleasure to his body. As his mouth was released, Cliff could moan out his pleasure. Looking down, he saw Randall's strong hands worked. The hands groped Cliff's entire torso. At times, they would linger on Cliff's nipples and gave several light pinches. The nipples soon felt like burning. The sensation drove Cliff crazy. "Oh! My nipples! Oh! They're too sensitive, ah!" he cried. Jerking against the restraint, Cliff groaned. Like a bronco, he bucked his body wildly. But no matter how hard he did it, he could not throw Randall off his body. "Ah! Fuck! I'm so horny. It can't be happening. A man makes my cock hard." To his horror, his dick grew longer and harder without being touched. Crying in defeat, Cliff cursed himself. "Fuck! No!"

"That's a good start," Randall continued, groping Cliff's body from behind. Closing his eyes, he was feeling every detail of Cliff's naked body. Deliberately, he gave several hard squeezes on Cliff's chest. "I love your chest mounds. They're so full that I think I can milk them. Oh, your son is very lucky to have a sexy dad like you. I wish my dad had been as sexy as you are now. Oh, I think I'm ready now. My cock is so hard. Cumming for the second time in your ass is easy. I can do it, again and again. Yeah, your ass belongs to me." To accentuate his point, Randall pulled one hand back and used it to slap Cliff's left ass bun hard. A gasp of pain escaped, echoing through the large storage room. "Get ready for some real fun, Dad," he said. "Here I come."

"No! No!" Cliff yelped. Frantically, he was pulling against the handcuffs. But he accomplished nothing, except adding pain to his wrists. "Ah! No! Don't fuck my straight ass! I'm straight! I'm not a homo! Oh!" Kicking wildly, he tried to defend himself but he was easily subdued. Randall's strong arms pressed around Cliff's hips. In a second, Cliff was powerless. "Oh! Leave my ass alone! Do you hear me, homo! Leave me! Fuck you!" At that point, he did not care what would happen. There was unspeakable rage in him and he wanted to vent it out by cursing Randall. "Stop it! Don't go any nearer! Lave me! Ah!"

"You think you can stop me from fucking your hot ass, huh?" Randall asked, his voice turning menacing. "You're wrong, buddy. Coz I can fuck you easily. And I'm determined to do so. You're just a fresh meat in my hand. Another conquest. Do you have any idea how many straight men that I have fucked in this room, huh? I lose count myself. But you're gonna be my best conquest because I desire you so much. You're very handsome. And your body is so sexy. Oh, I won't get bored fucking you." After saying those words, Randall tightened his grip around Cliff's hips. The blunt nails sank in, leaving marks on Cliff's hips. "I'm gonna fuck your ass now. Get ready, baby. Here I come." With that, he pulled Cliff's ass closer. At the same time, he pushed his dick forward. Inevitably, Randall's throbbing dick head met Cliff's twitching asshole. "Ah! Fuck!"

And at the same time, Cliff howled. "Oh, shit! Oh! No!" His cry was quite loud. But since he was in storage room, his voice could not reach the outside world. Nobody knew that Cliff was being raped there, except those two perverted security guards. "Stop it! You're hurting me," Cliff cried, his eyes welling with tears. Instinctively, he exerted the muscles around the sphincter so that Randall's dick couldn't get through. "Oh! Fuck! Oh!" But his vain effort only added to his own misery. "Ah! Your dick is too big. It won't fit in. Stop!" Being gripped by panic, Cliff started to yell as loudly as he could. Utilizing all his strength, he bucked against the cuffs. Meanwhile, he could feel a blunt warm object pushed in through his asshole. "No! Ah!" he yelped, his eyes widening.

"Ah, yes! What a tight ass you have! Oh!" Randall growled feverishly. "Stop fighting me," he quickly added, finding that it was almost impossible to rape Cliff's ass if Cliff continued to buck violently. Thus, he gripped Cliff's hips and squeezed them hard. It worked. Owing to the pain, Cliff had no more energy left to fight. That young daddy hung limp, waiting for his fate. Randall smirked, knowing that he would enjoy Cliff's ass. Immediately, he released Cliff's hips, only to grasp Cliff's ass buns. Roughly, he pulled the buns apart, exposing Cliff's twitching ass hole. Not wasting any time, Randall delivered his dick. After releasing the ass cheeks, Randall took hold of the hips again. His dick was left there, in Cliff's ass crack. "Oh1 It's already felt warm. And I haven't even fucked your ass yet. Yeah, you can feel my big fat dick head on your anal entrance, right? Doesn't it feel good, huh? Tell me that you want my cock. Let me hear you beg."

"No! I don't want your cock, you pervert!" Cliff yelled, his chest heaving. Looking down, he realized that he still had hard-on. For some strange reasons which he could not understand, he liked being treated like that. 'What's going on here? I get hard! Why? I don't know but I feel excited hanging naked and helplessly with a man who is about to rape my ass.' Fisting both of his hands, Cliff braced himself for the worst. The blunt object began to push. "Ah!" Cliff groaned, gritting his teeth. By instinct, Cliff's asshole contracted, blocking the way. But Randall's dick was relentless. That man meat kept pushed in. Its slimy head provided the lube needed for the penetration. As that dick head throbbed, it drooled out a streamlet of precum. That slippery fluid soon lubricated the hole. "Ah!" Cliff groaned in despair, feeling that his asshole started to give in. "No! It can't be1 I won't get fucked by a man! No!" But yelling was not the solution. Randall's dick kept making progress.

His hands encircling Cliff's flat stomach, Randall forced his dick in. Randall's face was contorting, desperately waiting until his dick popped in. "Oh! It's so tight! Damn!" But he did not give up that easily. Applying more pressure, he jammed his dick in with some steady push. "Open up for me. Let me in, ah!" Randall groaned. "I want your ass. I want to fuck you, ah!" The constant pressure managed to push some precum fluid through Cliff's clenched ass. As soon as the fluid permeated the anal ring, Cliff's anal defense loosened. "Let my cock in. I want to fuck your ass. Ah!" Randall groaned. Slowly, Randall's dick head managed to inch forward. The anal ring was pushed inward, not being able to withstand the assault. "Yes! I can feel it. Your ass has opened up for me. Oh! Yes! Take my cock. Accept it! Oh!"

"No!" Cliff cried desperately. He could feel his asshole opened but he had no way to fight it. He just hung there by the cuffs, sobbing hysterically. At the same time, anal pain hit him. "Oh! It hurts! No!" Jerking, he tried to avoid the penetration but he could not do much to protect himself. The pain got worse as Randall's dick head stretched Cliff's asshole wider. "Oh! Shit!" Cliff cried, his mouth gaping. There was no exact word which could describe the pain that he felt. "It hurts! Oh! Please, stop! Oh!" Tears ran down his cheeks. Almost all muscles in his body contracted, bracing for the anal ordeal. "Oh! I'm being fucked by a man! Oh!" The penetration took place for a minute but, to Cliff, it felt like hours. "Ah! My ass! You've hurt my ass," Cliff sobbed, biting his lower lip. A strange urge took over Cliff's ass. That young daddy felt as if he had to take a dump. As a straight man, he had no idea why he felt that way. Confused, he could only stand there and let Randall plant the dick in. "Oh!" Cliff grunted, fighting the uncomfortable sensation in his bowels. And suddenly, the ass lips snapped back. The cock head was in!

"Yeah, I'm in your ass now," Randall breathed, looking very tired. His wet muscular torso was expanding as he took in some air. "We're one now. Oh! I can't believe how tight your ass is. It's the tightest ass ever! Ah!" To get a more comfortable position, Randall pulled Cliff's hips backward. Thus, Cliff had to bend his body forward a bit. "Yeah, that's better. Now I can ump your ass and dump my loads in it. Get ready. You'll love it." With a long grunt, Randall began to push the rest of his dick in. "Yeah, baby! Take that! Oh!" Easily, the whole length was planted. Randall kept pushing until nothing left to be pushed. His two heavy balls banged themselves against Cliff's lower ass cheeks. "Yeah! Oh! I love your ass. It feels so hot inside. And it's milking my dick already. Oh yes!"

Unfortunately, Cliff could not feel the bliss that Randall felt. All Cliff got was misery. His ass lips were burning with pain, as if they had been on fire. "Oh! My ass! It hurts," he whimpered, like a little child. With the presence of Randall's dick inside him, Cliff suddenly felt that his bowels were cramped. Whimpering, he tried to clench his ass. "Oh!" he winced, realizing that his ass lips must have been bruised badly. "Ah!" he groaned again as Randall withdrew his dick. For a quick second, Cliff breathed with relief. But before he could finish taking in one deep breath, he yelled painfully. "Oh!" Cliff's naked body rocked forward. His naked face was contorted with pain. Apparently, Randall's entire dick had been planted in. "Oh! No!" Cliff cried, knowing that his pride as a man had been taken away. "Oh!" Another groan resounded as the dick was withdrawn.

"Fucking take it! Oh yeah! I love your ass!" Randall grunted. His nose snorted like a pig's. From the look of his face, Randall clearly enjoyed Cliff's ass. "Yes! Oh! Your ass feels gerat1 Yeah, squeeze my shaft. Flex your asshole. Oh! Yes, just like that! Oh!" Letting his head fall back, Randall slammed his dick in. The long man meat hit the walls of Cliff's rectum. Repeatedly, he was poking the ass relentlessly. "Yeah! Oh! Take this! And taht1 Oh yeah! Fuck! Your ass is tight!" For several minutes, Randall continued to babble. While he was busy talking and cursing, his eyes were entertained by Cliff's painful groans. "Yeah, groan for me. Scream as loud as you want to. Nobody can hear you. Oh yeah! I want you to groan as I'm fucking your worthless ass. Ah yes!"

"Oh! Shit! Oh!" Cliff groaned. Never in his life had he felt pain as excruciating as that. Again and again, Randall's dick was pumped into Cliff's fuck canal. And each time that cock slid in, Cliff felt that a part of him had been crushed. There was no more pride as a man for he had been fucked by another man. Sobbing, Cliff forced himself to withstand the anal assault. "My ass! Oh, you hurt my ass! Oh!" The pain grew worse and worse. Cliff even thought that his asshole might have bled from the merciless fuck. "Your dick is too big! Oh! You're splitting my ass. Oh!" Moaning, he desperately pulled against the restraints. "Ah! Fuck! Oh! He cried, tears still streaming down his handsome face. But as time passed, the pain gradually lessened. In the beginning, Cliff's ass was dry, having no lube. But then, his ass turned sloppy. It had been constantly filled with Randall's overflowing precum liquid. As the result, the friction between Randall's dick and Cliff's ass lips lessened and the pain was mineralized. Cliff suddenly realized that as he could barely feel the anal pain. The pain was of course still there, yet it was not as severe as before. "What happened? Ah! Why don't I feel the pain anymore? Oh! What's going on?" he managed to ask, breathing hard.

"That means you're a faggot," Randall answered, snickering. Randall's muscles seemed to work hard, bulging. Instead of gripping Cliff's stomach, Randall moved his hands up to Cliff's perspiring torso. "Yeah, I know you'll love my dick. Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it, huh?" After finding Cliff's hanging chest mounds, Randall quickly grasped them. Each hand cupped one chest mound. Cliff's erect nipples were held captive under the callused palms. Knowing how sensitive the nipples were, Randal deliberately squeezed the chest mounds. A groan was inevitable. "Oh, I love hearing you groan. It's so sexy. So arousing. Hearing groans of sex makes me so excited and horny. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you well. Your ass will gape open and beg for more. Ah!" Taking hold of Cliff's chest, Randall continued his anal attack. "Fuck! Oh yes! Fuck! I love fucking your ass. And I love your body! Ah! You're my sweetest conquest. Yes!"

"Oh! I don't' know what happen but it starts to feel good. Ah!" It was a big dilemma to Cliff. On one side, he hated to realize that he was being raped by a gay man. But on the other side, he began enjoying it. Cliff had no idea how Randall did it. But each time Randall's cock forced its way in, it did something to Cliff. And Cliff liked it. "Oh! Your cock is hitting my rectum. But I like it! Oh! Hit it again. Fuck me deeper! Oh!" What Cliff was talking about was his prostate. But he was too straight to know what it was. "Oh yes! Oh! Fuck my ass!" Cliff, himself, could hardly believe that he had actually said it. "Yes! I love it! Oh! Fuck my ass! Fuck me! Ah!" Willingly, Cliff even backed his ass to meet Randall's powerful thrusts. "Yes! Ah! It feels great, ah! I don't believe. I like getting fucked by a gay man. Oh! Yeah!" Cliff no longer gave a damn about his heterosexuality. All he wanted was sexual pleasure and Randall could provide it. "Fuck my straight ass. Fuck it hard. Fuck it deep. Ah! Just fuck me!" he raved, letting his body hang from the restraints.

"Yeah, I know that you're a slut from the first time I saw your face. Handsome straight men like you always love sex. And they are also the best bottom. Ah! Your ass is stilt tight. Milk my cock. Come on. Use your ass muscles. Squeeze my hard dick. Squeeze it hard. Oh yeah, like that! Ah yes!" Inside Cliff's ass, that dick pulsated and spewed out its precum generously. Cliff's rectum was flooded with precum. Some of that liquid had even dripped down Cliff's thighs, seeping out from the swollen fuck hole. "Damn! I can't get enough of your ass. It's tight. I can drill it forever. Oh! You make me so horny. Yeah, you're so desirable. I want you." In and out, Randall's thick dick was pumping the fuck hole. Since he had come earlier, he needed more time to reach another ejaculation. "Oh! Fuck!"

The force of the thrust was so powerful that Cliff could not stop rocking back and firth. He had nothing to hold onto for support. But Randall was holding Cliff's body, keeping him from swaying too much. "Oh! I love your big dick in me! Oh! Fuck my ass! Oh!" Cliff howled. "Screw me. Screw harder! Ah yes! Fuck me!" he cried, turning into a complete slut. Cliff's dick was still throbbing. Its head had been dripping wet with precum. Although the size of its head was much smaller than its shaft, Cliff's dick could still produce precum as much as Randall's. "Oh! I'm so horny, ah! Please, stroke my cock. I can't stroke it. Jack me off, please," he begged, his cock contracting. The purplish veins that decorated the shaft looked as if they would about to burst. "I want to cum. Please, jack me off," he pleaded again, trying to turn his head around.

"No need for hands," Randall whispered, taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna make you cum without touching your dick. It will be the most awesome experience for you. Ah!" His hips gyrating, Randall maneuvered his dick well. Just by driving his dick to different directions, he would know where Cliff's prostate was. That dick was also guided by Cliff's groans. If the groans were louder, that meant that Randall had hit the right spot. "Oh yeah! You like this spot, don't you? It must be your happy spot. Yeah, take my dick. I'm hitting your prostate with my dick head. Oh! I can feel it. Your inner organ feels so soft against my sensitive dick head. I'm gonna squirt my hot cum and scald your insides, ah!" Grabbing Cliff's chest, Randall drove his dick in wildly. The fucking rhythm increased, faster than before. Looking up, Randall glanced at a hidden camera which was placed on the ceiling. "Yeah, are you guys watching this? I'm fucking this straight man. And he loves it. He loves my big cock. I know that you guys must be jacking off right now or maybe even are having sex in the control room. Oh!" He then turned his attention back to Cliff. "Are you there yet? Are you close to cumming, huh? Tell me."

"Ah! Not yet. But I can feel that it's coming. Oh! Harder! Please, fuck me harder!" Cliff groaned, throwing himself back to Randall's dick. He wanted more. "Fuck me harder. Oh! Shove it all the way in. Yeah! Oh! I love getting fucked. I love it! Oh! I love your big dick in my ass. Yeah, fuck me. Use my ass. It's all yours. Fuck, ah!" Cliff raved. A drop of precum was stretching down from his dick slit. Looking shiny like gossamer, that precum drop was swaying as Cliff's body rocked. A second later, it snapped off and dripped onto the cement floor. "Ah! I keep precumming. I can't stand it. I want to cum. Please, make me cum, ah!" In Cliff's hanging balls, there was pressure that kept building up. Yet, it was not strong enough to push the cum out. No matter how hard Cliff tried to contract his dick, he could to get himself an orgasm. But precum continued to flow out in copious amount. Some flowed down the shaft. The rest just dripped onto the floor. There were small pools of precum all over the floor, right underneath Cliff's dick. "Jerk me off, please. Make me cum. Ah!" he cried desperately.

"You will cum. You'll see," Randall said, refusing to manhandle Cliff's dick. Actually, he did it on purpose. He wanted Cliff to feel the joy of cumming without being touched. If Cliff liked it, he might turn gay much faster. While fucking Cliff's ass, Randall continued to pinch and pull at Cliff's pointy nipples. "Oh! This ass feels so great. Oh yeah! Fuck you! Ah!" Droplets of sweat had turned into large beads of sweat. Randall's entire body was soaking wet, as if he had just stepped out from a steam room. The chest hair on the torso was completely drenched. "Ah! I'm gonna keep fucking your ass until I unload all my cum in it. You're mine, yeah! Oh!" Randall's naked body pressed hard against Cliff's back. To Cliff, Randall's nipples felt like two tiny pointy objects that brushed up and down. Randall's nipples were also quite sensitive. By brushing them to Cliff's sweaty back, Randall hoped that he could accelerate his own orgasm. "Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Oh! I'm fucking your ass. Feel my manliness over you. Ah!" Apparently, it worked! "I'm so close now. I'm gonna cum up your ass. Oh!" Randall warned.

"Make me cum first. I want to cum," Cliff groaned desperately. At then, he could barely feel any pain on his abused ass. The ass lips went numb. Cliff could only feel the ecstasy that emanated from his prostate which was located deep inside the bowels. "Oh!" he groaned again as Randall's dick hit the spot again. But that time, the pressure doubled. Cliff could clearly sense that he was on the brink of an explosive orgasm. "I can feel it! My cum is rising up from my balls. I'm gonna cum! Oh! Fuck me harder. Hit the spot. Make me cum, oh please," he begged, almost crying. The journey to orgasm was agonizingly slow. But he knew that he would reach it in the end. "Oh! Fuck!" Cliff groaned, his body rocking.

"Yeah, shoot it. Shoot your cum out. Let me see it. Come on. I want you to cum," Randall encouraged Cliff to let the cum loose. Deliberately, Randall was fingering both of Cliff's nipples. The fingers worked adeptly, slowly rubbing the nipples. Randall did know how to make a man sexually excited. "Yeah, shoot it. Cum. I know you want to. Just relax and let it take over your body. Ah!" At the same time, he, too, felt the urge of cumming. "Shit! I think I'm gonna cum soon. Oh! I don't think I can hold on for any longer. My cum is rushing out. Oh! Fuck yeah!" Randall groaned, wincing. Nothing could stop him from fucking Cliff's ass, not even orgasm. "I want to fuck your ass forever. Oh! I'm in love with your ass," Randall groaned, his body shuddering. In the rectum, Randall's leaking dick furiously hit Cliff's prostate over and over. Precum flooded the fuck canal. Each poke brought Cliff closer to orgasm. "Cum for me. Let me see you ejaculate your seeds. Oh! Cum for me!" Randall demanded, his voice turning hoarse. And he delivered one hard shove.

"Oh, shit! Yes! I'm cumming! Oh!" Cliff yelled, noticing the unmistaken feeling of orgasm. Looking down at his own throbbing dick, he witnessed the most incredible ejaculation ever. "Shit! I'm cumming without touching myself. Oh!" he yelled, his body convulsing. With his won eyes, he saw a large volley of thick gooey white cum shot out from his gaping piss slit. Simultaneously, Cliff's body was seized by the most incredible feeling of orgasm. It was the best one, unlike anything that he ever had before. Soon, another cum gob flew out. But the second cum shot was rather weak. The rest of the shots just dribbled down like water dripping from a faucet. Cliff could not stop groaning and yelling. The orgasm was very overwhelming, leaving him breathless. "Oh! Fuck! It feels great! I'm cumming! Oh! My cock cums! Yes! Oh!" His body grew tense. Every muscle within it contracted. Cliff's cock continued to spew its loads. Cum puddles were formed below Cliff's body. The orgasm only lasted for several seconds, but it felt like forever. "Oh! Yeah! Fucking yeah! Oh!" Cliff groaned weakly at the end of his ejaculation. All of a sudden, his whole body was aching. Jerking for one last time, Cliff's dick stopped spurting. But Cliff still had to withstand the anal assault for Randall had not ejaculated yet. But to Cliff's expectation, Randall soon reached his orgasm within seconds.

"Here I cum, you fucker! Oh! You've milked my dick with your ass. Oh! And now, I'm cumming!" Randall grunted, bucking his body like a mad horse. Powerfully, he slammed his thick meat into Cliff's asshole. "Take it! Take my cock! I'm gonna cum! Ah! Yes! Oh! It's coming!" he yelled, throwing his head back. And it happened! Randall was ejaculating. "Oh! Shit!" he cried, his handsome face contorting. A big load spurted out and splattered the innards of Cliff's rectum. Another one followed. It was then followed by another cum load. Again and again, Randall's dick was shooting out its content. "Shit! I'm breeding you! Oh! You're mine! You have my sperms in your body! Ah! Take my cum! Take it, fucker! Oh!" Curses after curses flowed out from his quivering mouth. There were no words that could exactly describe the ecstasy that Randall felt. "Oh! Yeah! Fuck yes!" he grunted. Both of his legs began to buckle, tired. Working his hips, Randall planted his cock in for one last time before ending the whole fuck session. "Ah!" he sighed, embracing Cliff's sweaty body lovingly. "Oh, you're amazing. I love fucking your ass," he added, hugging Cliff's body more tightly.

"You're amazing, too," Cliff responded, sighing with great relief. "I never thought that gay sex felt so good. I think I'm addicted to it." Hanging from the handcuffs, Cliff let his legs rest. His body was hanging from the ceiling. Slowly, Randall's dick turned flaccid. When it reached its original size, it slipped away and unplugged Cliff's puffy asshole. But as that meat left the hole, it let a streamlet of cum flow out from that ass. "Oh! I can feel your cum. Man, it feels so sexy," Cliff said, sounding very tired. "That was great. I want more," Cliff said. "I love the way your cock filled my ass. And when you fucked me, you brought me ecstasy." Closing his eyes, Cliff tried to remember the earlier intimate moment.

"Don't worry. I would love to fuck your ass anytime you want. You can come back tomorrow. I'll still be here," Randall said, groping Cliff's perspiring torso from behind. "Now, tell me, what do you want from Santa this year? What present do you want to get? Tell Santa. Santa may give it to you," Randall said, circling one of Cliff's areolae with his index finger.

"I want to get fucked. More..." Cliff said, looking up at the ceiling. "I need more cocks. I need more men. I want to be used, to get fucked. I want to serve men's lust. Oh, I want to get fucked again," he added. "Will you fuck me again? Now, please?" To emphasize his wish, Cliff lasciviously shook his buttocks. "My ass needs to get fucked. Fuck me now, please. Again. More. More fuck," he slurred, almost sounding like a drunkard.

"Santa will make your wish come true," Randall said, whispering close to Cliff's ear. Looking up at the hidden camera, Randall called out to those two horny security guards. "Hey, guys. You've heard what this straight man wants, right? He wants to get fucked. So get your asses down here. And let's party." There was no need to repeat for he knew that those horny guards would run down to the storage room as fast as lightning. A minute later, the door opened. "Hey, guys, There you are. Come on in," Randall waved at Andy and Rick.

Both security guards were naked. The only human-made items that they wore were shoes and socks. From the looks of them, obviously they just had sex in the control room. Sweat beads were all over their naked athletic bodies. The smell of sex was so strong, coming from them. Cum coated their bodies and also their half-flaccid cocks. But both men were ready to have more homosexual fun with Cliff and Randall. Looking at Cliff's nude body, Andy could not help commenting, "Yeah, what a sexy man you have there, Randall. Rick and I sure don't; want to miss the party." And with that, both men stepped up. The door closed behind them. "Yeah, let's fuck," Andy added.

*****

Cliff walked to his car, hobbling. His asshole was burning with friction. Each step that he took brought pain. The ass had taken up three different cocks that night. It had lost its ability to clench. Cliff's hair was still damp from the overflowing sweat. Although Cliff's trousers were rather thick, they could not contain the seeping cum. Cum had dampened the back of his trousers and also the front part. After unlocking the car door, Cliff stepped in and sat on the driver seat. His son was half asleep next to him. When he saw his dad returned, he woke up and excitedly inquired about Santa. Cliff answered, "Santa has given Dad a very special gift, son. He told me to keep it until you're old enough to receive. Someday, when you've reached 18, Dad is going to give it to you." Casually, he turned the engine on and drove away.

END

Trivia:  The security guards in Bad Santa (Rick and Andy) are the same guys from Anal Obsession. In Anal Obsession, Rick was fisted and 'raped' by a thief. The shopping mall in Bad Santa is also the same one as the one in Anal Obsession (where Rick & Andy worked) which was supposed to happen in Sydney.

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