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He is taken by surprise. Suddenly the dark room is filled with laughing naked men. He is pinned to the floor with his chest down and his arms and legs spread out as if restrained on a torturer's wheel. He feels four hands on each limb and quickly calculates that eight strong men with sixteen five fingered tentacles are holding him in place. Then a large bare foot slides on his neck forcing his head down on the carpet. His face is smushed between the floor and the foot. His cheeks are pinched together like when an elderly aunt welcomes him to some family holiday party. But unlike the rude but good-natured auntie pinching his flesh, the foot is not removed and he feels no familial love. There is only the laughter, the dark shadows of naked skin, the smell of male sweat, and the realization that he has lost control.
"So, you like to play with your vegetables?" a low growl in a light European accent whispered in his ear. "I saw the video of course. We all did, didn't we guys?" A loud murmuring of ascent bubbles in the background. "Well, we appreciate the effort but you won't get big and strong if you keep spitting them out like you did that cucumber. You have to swallow! Open your throat - and - let it in."
Ari felt the weight of another man sitting on his back. The man's knees tucked up under his armpits as he squatted. A squishy sack and limp dick tickled the space between his shoulder blades confirming the gender. The foot gave up some of its pressure and Ari heaved in a deep breath but it was only temporary. Two hands found his open mouth and abruptly spread his jaws apart while the man with the foot held a thick cucumber cut in half in front of Ari's wide eyes. A moment later the half of the green veggie was inserted in his mouth and now the hands shut Ari's jaws closed while another sealed the lips with duct tape and then added another two layers of tape for good measure.
Ari's eyes blinked, went wide and they teared up. The object didn't cut off the air completely but it was close and he felt like he was slowly drowning. His air intake through his nose came in long slow slurps. He felt like he was breathing through a straw and that the air was a thick milkshake barely making it through his nasal passage, down his windpipe, and into his lungs.
The foot was removed and Ari looked around the dark room. He noticed chairs toppled on their side, the result of an epic struggle, and the orange and yellow 70's shag carpeting. "This is not how I pictured it," he thought to himself. "This can't be happening."
As if reading his mind the same accented voice said, "Oh, the fun is just starting boyo."
A long black rubber tube at least 30 inches long and 2 inches wide plopped on the neon orange carpeting in front of Ari. It slithered in a long arc. One end was tapered into a dick head and Ari realized it was the largest dildo he had ever seen. Ari could tell that it been prepared. It had been made slick and slippery.
He groaned and fought wildly against the large hands holding him down. Two captors were surprised at the sudden struggle and they lost their grip. Ari sensed an opportunity and intensified his struggles. His lungs began to burn as the limited oxygen got used up. He exhaled and mucus joined the carbon dioxide ejected from his nostrils. He breathed in as he jerked. Another set of hands slipped and his right arm was free. "If only I can . . " he thought but was quickly interrupted as his tormentors regained their control and pressed down with renewed strength. It felt like his arms and legs were being crushed into the very fiber of the hippie carpet.
"Heh, heh," came the mysterious voice. "You didn't show this much fight on the video, boyo." He laughed and addressed Ari by his new pet name. "You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit in fact. That video got quite a few of us aroused. Aroused and curious," he offered and then paused. "It got me thinking, though, how far would you go? Or rather how far would you let something - something long and unnatural - crawl up inside of you?" he gave a small chuckle. "I've heard that some bottoms can't get enough. A man's dick can't be long enough for them. They crave a cock to wind inside their intestines like a snake; going deeper and deeper and deeper." He paused again then Ari felt his breath on his ear as he leaned in. "Are you that kind of bottom?" he whispered and waited. "Hmm, I suppose you wouldn't know, being new to this and all. But I think you do know? I think you've been considering this question for quite some time; you've been ruminating about various sex acts and perversions. You've calculated how far you would be willing to go, haven't you boy? At least I think you have an educated guess - a theory?"
Ari moved his head in an effort to see this mystery person, to look at him in the eyes and plead with him. He struggled back and forth in a quick chaotic motion.
"Well, theories can be tested, can't they?" the foreigner loudly proclaimed. He shifted and no longer breathed in Ari's ear. He was somewhere above Ari. Then a dark skinned hand plucked the black snake from the ground next to Ari's flushed cheeks. Ari noticed a wet mark on the carpet created by the dildo's liberal coating of lubricant. Excess translucent goo, shaken from the object in its short journey, splattered on Ari's cheek and shoulders the small of his back before he felt the cool tip rest on his asshole. Ari clenched his eyes sensing the inevitable.
The assault began. His gate was pierced but it was not as painful as he expected. Ari knew the feeling of this pressure. He had felt it in the privacy of his bedroom, and the man working the rubbery snake into Ari's body was slow and patient. Half an inch and the snake is withdrawn. Another little bit inside and it is withdrawn. Ari remembered to push slightly against the object, to relax and open his sphincter. He imagined his pink rosebud widening and in the third attempt, it popped past his tight barrier. The silky smooth surface slid more easily. Ari relaxed as the object worked in and out. The eight sets of hands, holding him down tightly and with force, began to relax. They sensed that the man is giving himself over to the silicon tubing. A few loosen their grip entirely to caress, tickle and massage their victim's rubbery skin.
A wet and cold set of fingers toy with his pink cock that is pressed down between his thighs on the carpet. Its semi-flaccid state came to life and rubs painfully against the harsh nylon fibers as it expands. Once fully engorged it twitches in delight as the slippery fingers tease the underside of the head. Meanwhile, seven inches of the black slug slips in and out and in and out. Now Ari feels the fingers become a hand and it pumps Ari's rigid member in slow luxurious motion that matches the rhythm of the artificial cock filling his artificial pussy. Ari lets out a slow conflicted moan. It feels so good. The two manipulations serve to escort Ari to the edge of a cliff. He feels he is about to fall over. But where is the real cock he has been begging for in the videos? Where are the lips and tongue of real men? This is all too familiar. It's been done. He's done it. He has filled himself with prosthetics, fakery, and lies. That is not what he desires. "Stop, please, stop," he says but the words don't make it past the vegetable stuffed in his mouth. Fingers and slug continue working together and he moans. He sees the dark ocean below. He waits to fall.
"Ahh, good, good," the European voice returns as the handjob slows to a more seductive pace. "So far we can verify that you are a good bottom. You enjoy this don't you?"
Ari doesn't even think of answering. He feels he is about to become airborne and fly over the cliff. Then a foot lands on his neck and the pumping stops.
