[Author's Note: All characters depicted are over 18. This is a uh...particularly kinky chapter. I'd advise glancing at the tags before reading. If you're invested in Timestopper primarily for the romance and hijinx of Zach, and aren't particularly fond of the darker aspects of time stopping, feel free to skip this chapter. The next chapter in Zach's story is already written and should be out as soon as it's through the moderator queue, and compared to this chapter it is exceedingly wholesome. But for fellow kinky people--I hope you enjoy this next chapter in Nick's story.]
Master: 10 minute warning.
Nick's heart sank at the text message. He'd been so busy all day with pledge stuff he hadn't had any time to try to find a new fag he could suck off or get fucked by. In the last hour he'd been free he'd been messaging nearly every guy he could find on Grindr, or at least the halfway decent looking guys, but of course none of them wanted to let a faceless profile suck them off, even if he did have a nice body. If Nick had even a modicum of self awareness he'd realize he wouldn't let a faceless profile suck him off either, but he didn't so Nick just thought they were all prissy fucking faggots. He'd even tried to get back in touch with Zach, but the bitch had blocked his number.
As the minutes clicked by Nick grew increasingly desperate, messaging older and uglier guys (none particularly that old or that ugly), but every message came back with some variation of "face?"
As the clock read 9:59 Nick started sweating and his hands started shaking. When it hit 10 he held his breath. But nothing happened. Nick exhaled, still sure something would happen, but he guessed even though Master had told him he needed to take a load by 10pm he wasn't able to find another guy for him.
But then Nick heard a Grindr notification ping. And then another. And another. Nick opened the message panel and soon there were nearly a dozen unread messages, most just "wya?" Or "fuck yes" and a few had full paragraphs about all the things they wanted to do to him. Confused, Nick backed out to the main screen, and he saw his profile had changed.
Nick didn't recognize the picture, but it looked like it'd just been taken as it was in his room and his hair looked just like it did now. It was a selfie of him shirtless, a ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. His profile name had been changed to "Free Use," and the description just read, "No limits. First cum, first serve."
Nick's stomach dropped, and before he could change anything about the profile the phone disappeared from his hand, and then just as suddenly he was no longer in his room.
Instead he was in some dingy motel that smelled of stale cigarette smoke. On the faded comforter were a bunch of items in a neat line: a pair of handcuffs, a long plastic rod with a hole in the middle, some weird metal device, a ball gag, a sharpie marker, a bottle of lube, and a massive black butt plug.
Nick turned to run out the door, but before his hand even reached the knob he was suddenly bent over a stool, his wrists cuffed behind his back. He screamed as his ass felt like it was on fire, but was muffled by the ball gag. When he tried to stand up it was like the wind was knocked out of him as his balls were yanked behind him, trapped in the humbler that rested behind his legs. Nick turned his face up and saw he'd been positioned directly in front of a mirror that faced the doorway. He also realized that the metal device was the thing dentists use to force your mouth to stay open, and he couldn't even close his lips around the ball gag, which was starting to cause him to leak spit from his mouth. Intense electronic dance music started playing from a Bluetooth speaker on a nearby table.
For a while Nick wracked his brains trying to think of a way out of his predicament, but he knew he didn't stand a chance. Whoever master was had him totally under his thumb, there was nothing for it but to wait and see who'd come through the door. As he waited the pain in his ass from the butt plug became a dull ache, and finally just a feeling of extreme fullness. The cramp in his leg from holding his position quickly became the worst part.
After what could've been 5 minutes or an hour Nick saw the door handle turn, and a young black guy walked through the door, closing it quickly behind him. For a moment Nick's heart leapt as he saw the guy was wearing what looked like a uniform for the motel chain, and he tried to call for help through his ball gag. But his hopes were dashed as the guy walked over and smacked his ass.
"You excited ain't you, white boy," the guy said grinning at Nick in the mirror. Nick's head fell in despair as he felt the guy's hand grip the plug in his ass.
"Look at that shit, you must got a fag friend," he laughed and then his finger went along Nick's lower back as he read, "'Please tally and plug after use. Thank you.' Why you a fucking proper cumslut bitch, please and thank you, haha. Thank god I get it first, pretty boy like you's bout to get your pussy wrecked." His hand wrapped around the base of the plug and pulled it roughly from Nick's ass, making Nick groan as it stretched his hole further on the way out.
"Aw fuck yeah, look at dem pussy lips," the guy said biting his lip as he slid two fingers easily into Nick's loosened hole. He must've liked what he felt cause he quickly took his dick from his pants and, spitting on Nick's hole and rubbing it on his dick head, he plunged in balls deep without warning.
Nick screamed into the ball gag, but the guy didn't even slow down, if anything he fucked him harder. He relentlessly pounded Nick's hole, but as he continued he slowed down, and started fucking him to the beat of the music.
"Yeah, that's some sweet pussy white boy, you ready for this baby batter huh, aw fuck yeah here comes," and the guy gripped Nick's waist and went deep, and Nick could feel the guy's balls lift against his taint as he unloaded in Nick's hole.
He quickly pulled out and gave Nick's ass a slap, "Some fine fucking pussy, mmm," he said as he picked the butt plug back up put it back to Nick's hole. When he struggled getting the thickest part through Nick's ring he just punched the base, forcing it in and making Nick yelp. Then he picked up the sharpie that was next to the lube between Nick's feet and drew a single line on Nick's butt cheek.
The guy stood up and Nick watched him tuck his big dick back in his pants. "I'll handle any noise complaints, boy, you be a good cumdump now," and he quickly turned and left the room.
Nick barely had time to catch his breath before the doorknob turned again. This time a short, fat, middle aged fuck walked through, quickly closing the door behind him. He didn't so much as make eye contact with Nick, but immediately knelt behind Nick and took out his smaller than average cock. He unceremoniously pulled the plug from Nick's ass and immediately replaced it with his dick, his flabby body shaking with each thrust. Nick was so disgusted he couldn't even look in the mirror, but suddenly the guy started talking.
"Yeah take it you fucking whore, fucking cunt ass bitch, worthless little jock pussy," and other similarly degrading, contemptuous dirty talk. He only lasted a couple seconds before he grunted and came in Nick's ass. But cumming didn't stop the dirty talk, if anything it got more intense.
"Yeah, you like that load don't you you fucking bitch," and the guy picked up the sharpie and, after he ticked off another line besides the first, spread Nick's cheeks and drew arrows pointing at Nick's hole before stuffing the plug back inside. Then he wrote "cheap whore" in large letters across Nick's back. He took out his wallet and threw a wad of singles at Nick's back, before leaving the room as quickly as he'd entered.
It took awhile for the door to open again, but when it did for a brief moment Nick felt hopeful again as a cop walked through the door. It was dashed as he slowly closed the door behind him.
