I was exhausted. Spent. Confused.
I had never experienced anything so overtly sexual in my life. I had never been used as nothing more than to satisfy another person, let alone another man.
Mark and I walked into his condo and he directed me to the shower without saying a word. He turned on the hot water and directed me in.
"I want you clean," he said. "Completely." Slapping my ass as he walked out of the room. I felt my body shudder as I was unsure exactly what he meant, but through the alcohol-clouded thought process, I guessed at what he was thinking.
I started to wash myself from head to toe, taking extra time washing my cock and ass. As I did so, Mark walked into the room and placed another drink, this time cold, at the door of the shower and then walked back out.
As I opened the door to pick up the glass, I thought I could hear him talking to someone, but no one replied. I assumed he was talking on the phone but I could not completely understand the conversation. I took a big gulp of the cool drink, only to have my throat burn from the stiffness of the liquor in it. I returned to the shower and continued to clean myself more than I ever had before.
Eventually I exited the shower and wrapped a towel around my thin waist and walked into the living room. I was surprised to see another man in the room seated on the couch talking to Mark.
"Kevin," Mark said, "This is David. He is a friend of mine and therefore a friend of yours. Do you understand?"
"Um, yes sir," I replied, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
David was about the same height as Mark, but not as solid. His build appeared to be more that of a runner, with short graying hair and blue eyes that seemed to be looking me over from head to toe, then back again. He was wearing a tank top and shorts and I could see that he was fit like an Olympic runner.
I walked over and shook David's hand. He held it tight for a moment and looking me over again said to Mark, "Yes, he will do nicely, I think." With that he let go of my hand. "Say thank you, Boy, " Mark, said, and I nodded to David. "T-thank you, Sir," although, I was unsure as to what I was thanking him for.
I noticed that there was what appeared to be a massage table in the middle of the room. Before I could ask Mark ordered "On the table. Face down."
I do so without question. Face in the padded donut for the head staring at the floor. Someone pulled off my towel and I heard the stranger, David, growl "Oh yes. Very nice." Mark told me to lift my head and when I did he wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. I felt a hand slap my ass hard.
I then felt something warm being poured onto my back, ass and legs, followed by what seemed to be a dozen strong hands all over my body. I was in ecstasy as my body was worked and kneaded by these strong hands. I felt someone's hands rubbing my ass, sliding between my cheeks. As good as if felt I was suddenly afraid of what was about to happen and I clenched my cheeks tight.
I felt the hands move away and down my legs.
"Does it feel good, Boy?" I heard Mark ask.
"Yes, Sir. Very much, thank you." I moaned.
Mark came to the head of the table and removed the donut that held my head. I let my head hang from the end of the table when he placed the little bottle under my nose again.
"Inhale deeply, Boy," Mark said, and I followed his direction. I breathed in as deeply as I could, and was rewarded by an amazing euphoria throughout my whole body. I took another inhale and held it in.
Mark then lifted my head slightly and I saw his cock directly in front of my face. I felt him grab my hair as he pushed his huge cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked as best I could, the poppers overwhelming me, his cock pushing against my throat. Gagging me. Raping my mouth.
I was suddenly aware of my ass being spread apart and I felt the tongue of David licking my hole. Sliding into it. Instead of pulling away, I spread my legs apart, allowing all the access he wanted.
