Shadowjacks-femboys: Tara’s Game

Part One

By ShadowJack

Right from the start, Tommy’s study date with Tara had looked like something more. He’d gone to her house thinking she only wanted to study with him because he was the class brain and always got top grades, but he’d gone anyway because Tara was one of the hottest girls in school. He’d figured he’d at least get to hang out with her for a few hours, and what boy wouldn’t want to do that?

But when Tara’s parents left for the evening, her attitude changed. Suddenly she was sitting as close to him as she could, frequently touching and rubbing against him, and he was no expert on flirting, but he was pretty sure she was flirting with him. Tommy was totally unprepared for this. Though they were the same age, Tara was considerably more mature and socially aware than Tommy was. He’d never expected a girl like her to be attracted to a nerd-boy like him! The more she flirted, the more nervous and tongue-tied he became. But then she completely blew his mind.

“Hey, Tommy,” she said, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Tommy just looked at her blankly, waiting for the punch line, waiting for it to be some kind of joke, but then Tara stood up and took off her sweater. She was standing in front of him in jeans and a semi-transparent lacy white bra, and his eyes were instantly riveted to her perfect breasts. He could hardly believe he wasn’t dreaming.

Tommy rose to his feet, nearly knocking the chair over, and hesitantly pulled his shirt off over his head. Giggling nervously, Tara Reciprocated by taking off her bra and showing Tommy her pert young tits, then began to slowly unbutton her jeans. Item by item, they stripped, until finally they stood naked before each other. Tara’s young pubis showed only the beginnings of a soft, downy fuzz, not enough of it to cover even a fraction of the tantalizing pink lips below. Tommy was fully erect, his brash young cock standing out from his hairless loins at a forty-five degree angle, bobbing with each tiny movement he made.

They stood there for a full minute, staring at each others’ exposed treasures, as though memorizing the sight for future reference. But Tara wasn’t done. At her suggestion, they sat on the couch and watched each other masturbate for several minutes. But before Tommy could cum, Tara jumped up and suggested they take a shower together.

There was plenty of room for two in the spacious tiled shower, and the sprayer nozzle was on a long hose. Tara quickly turned it into an erotic game, playing the hot, needling stream over first Tommy’s tender genitals and then her own. Soaping up her hands, she began to tease Tommy, stroking his excited penis and exploring his body with a skilled, knowing touch. She seemed far more knowledgeable than Tommy would have guessed, but what she was doing to him felt so good he couldn’t even think to question it. Within half a minute she was slipping a bold, soapy finger up into his bottom-hole, drawing a surprised yelp from him. But with her other hand stroking his stiff stalk so expertly, he couldn’t bring himself to protest as she worked his tight hole with first one slim finger, then two. He could hardly believe the amazing sensations he was feeling. No one had ever touched him down there but him, and he’d never even imagined such pleasure. But again, Tara only took him so far, then she was rinsing him off with the sprayer and tossing him a towel. Breathless and confused, all he could do was follow her lead.

As they ran naked down the carpeted steps and back into the living room, two other girls walked in from the kitchen, sodas in their hands.

Tommy froze, staring. He knew both these girls. Their names were Karen and Celeste, and they were Tara’s best friends. Together, the three of them formed an elite clique at the high school that no one else was attractive enough to join. He was horrified at being caught like this by them. It was as if reality had just crashed down with a vengeance on top of his real-life fantasy.

“Looks like we were missing the party!” said Karen, pointedly eyeing Tommy’s nudity. Blushing furiously, Tommy tried to cover his hard-on with his hands.

“You guys are early,” said Tara, seemingly not at all embarrassed to be caught naked with Tommy by her friends.

“Yeah, we got bored,” said Celeste. “Looks like you’re having lots more fun than we were!”

“Well heck,” said Karen, breaking the silence. “Let’s join the party!”

With that, she and Celeste began to quickly undress. Tommy was completely flabbergasted. All he could do was stare dumbly as the young beauties slipped out of their clothes, Joining Tara and him in their nudity. How could this be? Was it real? Could it be possible that he, Tommy the nerd, was getting naked with the three most beautiful girls in the entire school?

“Let’s dance!” said Celeste, turning on the stereo. As the music filled the room, Tara came over to Tommy and put her hand on his shoulder, moving in close. “I’m sorry, Tommy,” she said, her voice suddenly full of the shy sincerity she’d shown earlier. “I didn’t think they were coming over until, like, hours from now! They really interrupted our fun, didn’t they?” Then her face brightened. “But let’s have fun anyhow, all four of us! Wanna dance?”

Reluctantly, Tommy nodded. He wasn’t much of a dancer, but how could he pass up an opportunity like this? He did his best to dance with them. His penis had gone semi-soft, and the girls thought it was hilarious the way it flopped and bounced around as he moved.

The three girls paid more attention to each other than they did to Tommy. They knew they were beautiful, and they flaunted themselves as they danced, but it was as if they were doing it to tease each other. They shot each other flirty glances, as though they were trying to seduce each other. It was so erotic that Tommy felt himself getting hard again, even though they seemed to be ignoring him entirely.

The girls didn’t even notice when he slipped out of the circle and went back to where he’d left his pants. He grabbed his smartphone, turned on the video camera application, and propped the phone up against his pants so that it was pointed at the dancing girls. Then he went back and joined the circle. This was like an amazing, unbelievable dream to Tommy, and he wanted a record of it so he could be sure it had really happened.

The girls were actually touching each other now, rubbing their lithe bodies against each other as they danced. When Tommy resumed dancing alongside them, Tara made a point of including him, and after several teasing touches she turned and pressed her smooth, warm, naked butt against his hardening cock, doing a long, teasing shimmy. By the time she was done, he was totally hard again, and his erection bobbed and waved as he danced. Giggling, the other girls joined in, finding ways to tease Tommy in between teasing each other. The dance quickly became so erotic that it was more like an orgy. Celeste bent down and took the head of Tommy’s cock in her mouth, sucking it hard while Karen stood behind her doing something to her upraised bottom with both hands. Then, because Celeste had done it, Karen and Tara had to suck Tommy’s cock, too. The moist, velvety heat of their mouths enveloping his cock was overpoweringly arousing, and it left him glassy-eyed and shuddering with desire. Tommy was having the time of his life, and if there were hints of disdain toward him in the girls’ attitudes, he was far too excited to notice.

Finally Tara left the circle and turned the music down. “It’s time,” she said, panting.

“What do you mean it’s time?” said Karen, still wriggling her ass against Celeste’s hip. “I’m just getting warmed up!”

“It’s time to play a game,” said Tara with a wicked smile. She drew open the d****s on the great picture window that dominated one side of the living room. “I’ll dance naked in front of the windows if you guys will!”

“You’re on!” said Karen.

“I’ll play,” said Celeste.

Tommy looked back and forth between the girls. Were they serious? It was dark outside, dark enough that they couldn’t see anything out there but inky blackness. Who knew who was out there? But the girls didn’t seem to care. Tara tied back all the d****s, opening up the living room to whatever or whoever was outside, and Karen stood right in front of the windows and started to do a sexy, writhing sort of dance, playing to an imaginary audience out in the darkness. Tommy would never have imagined that she was a stripper, but it sure looked like she’d been practicing the moves. After a few minutes, Celeste took her place, doing a series of energetic and entirely lewd dance moves in front of the window. Tara waited another few minutes, watching the clock on the wall, then she, too, took a turn in front of the window, dancing naked for whoever might be out there. All three girls seemed extremely turned on by this game, and the way they performed, it seemed like a competition to see who could be the sexiest.

When Tara stopped dancing she was flushed and panting, her nipples stiff. She stepped back, and they all turned as one to Tommy. “Your turn!” said Tara.

Tommy had no choice. He danced in front of the window, shaking his hips, twisting and turning, his semi-erect cock bobbing and swinging from side to side. After the first few, horrible, terrified moments, a strange exhilaration washed over him. He was dancing naked in front of three beautiful girls and who-knew-who-else watching him, and he wasn’t afraid anymore! He threw himself into the dance, waving his butt at the window, then spinning and doing a series of pelvic thrusts that made his cock slap against his belly, and the girls laughed and cheered him on. When he got tired and stopped, he realized that he’d danced longer than they had, but he didn’t care. He had seized the moment, overcome his fear, and it had been thrilling!

Choosing the next event, Tara stepped over to the window to the right of the main picture window, and opened it wide, letting the cool night air waft through the room. “Okay,” she said with a wicked gleam in her eye, “now I’ll stick my naked ass out this window and shake it for thirty seconds… if you will!”

Celeste stepped up to the window with a confident smile. “Time me!” she said, and stuck her perfect round ass out the window. Closing her eyes and bracing her hands on the sill, she wiggled and shook her ass. If there was anybody outside, they were getting quite a view of the young beauty’s out-thrust bottom.

After half a minute, Tara said “Time!” Without missing a beat, Karen stepped up to the window, turned her back to it, and thrust her ass out into the darkness. She did a slow, rolling sort of butt-dance, showing whoever might be out there everything she had without shame or embarrassment.

After her, Tara stuck her ass outside and wiggled it from side to side for half a minute. Then it was Tommy’s turn.

He stepped awkwardly up to the window. His cock was stiff as ever, but he had gotten used to the idea of these three beauties seeing his erection. Bracing himself against the sill, Tommy hesitantly stuck his ass outside. The position spread his cheeks wide, and he could feel the cool night air moving freely against his anus and all around his ball-sack, which tightened into a small, wrinkly sphere in the cool air. Tommy started shaking his butt from side to side. He wasn’t anywhere near as skilled at dancing as the girls were, but he did his best, and the girls all leaned forward intently, seemingly very engaged in encouraging him to perform. Like the dancing, it was strangely liberating to overcome his fear and boldly shake his ass outside the window.

Then it happened. A thick wooden pole suddenly appeared out of nowhere, sliding in from the side between the window sash and Tommy’s gyrating hips. He froze, looking down at the pole, unable to comprehend how it had gotten there or what it meant. Then he heard a burst of male laughter from just outside the window, and when he panicked and tried to pull his ass back inside the room, he realized that he’d been trapped.

The pole, the stupid pole, was keeping him in that position, with his ass sticking outside, and he couldn’t get back in! Tommy looked imploringly up at the girls for help, but they weren’t moving to help him. In fact, they were watching him intently, expectant grins on their faces, with no sign of surprise.

That was when Tommy realized he’d been set up. This was what the whole thing had been leading up to. The three girls, the three most beautiful girls in school, whom he’d idolized and desired for so long, had betrayed him. But to what? What was supposed to happen now?

Then he felt large, rough hands on his naked, defenseless bottom-cheeks, stroking and caressing the smooth, sensitive skin, and it began to dawn on him just how helpless he was, how perfectly-positioned he was for…

Tommy started to struggle desperately, pulling against the pole, twisting and straining to escape the simple but insidiously effective restraint, but it was no use. He could feel three hands on him now, then four, and then he was sure there were five, stroking him, sliding underneath him to explore the most intimate parts of his body. He yelped and strained even harder, but the pole was sturdy, and it didn’t even bend. He was terrified!

“Relax, Tommy,” said Tara, stepping forward and stroking his cheek. “It’s okay. They won’t hurt you!”

“What?” said Tommy, barely comprehending her words as male fingers boldly fondled his helpless ball-sack and stroked his tightly-puckered anus.

“The guys,” Tara explained with mock sincerity. “The ones outside. They aren’t going to hurt you. They just want to fuck you for a while.”

“Wh-what?” He squirmed urgently as a male hand slipped up from between his thighs and stroked his drooping cock, the contact electric.

Tara smiled brightly as she explained. “See, the girls and I have always wanted to watch a boy get fucked in his ass. So we made a deal with some gay guys Karen’s brother knows. Then all we had to do was find them a boy and get him ready for them. We chose you.”

“Why me?” Tommy yelped, his strained voice cracking. The hands that were fondling his body had become slippery now, as though they’d been oiled, and their intimate caresses were becoming shockingly pleasurable to his fear-heightened senses.

“Well, everybody knows you’re the gayest boy in school,” said Tara, as though stating a well-known fact.

“What!?!”

“Don’t pretend you’re not gay,” said Celeste, folding her arms.

“I’m not!” Tommy protested.

“Are you sure?” said Celeste skeptically.

“Yes!”

“Oh well,” she said with a shrug. “Who wants popcorn?”

“Ooh, I’ll have some!” said Karen.

“Bring me a soda, too,” said Tara, making herself comfortable on the padded window seat.

Tommy yelped again as an oiled finger slipped up inside him for a moment, then withdrew. A moment later it was back, freshly-lubricated, sliding right up into his bottom-hole and poking around, as though searching for something. Meanwhile another oiled hand was slipping and sliding all over his tight, retracted ball-sack, and another was stroking his penis in an oiled grip, and despite his terror, Tommy felt a surge of arousal as his cock began to stiffen.

Tommy looked pleadingly at Tara. “I’m not gay!” he repeated. “Can’t you make them stop?”

Tara shook her head in mock sorrow. “No, I’m afraid not. A deal’s a deal. Besides, we want to watch you get fucked in the ass!”

Tommy could see there would be no pity from the girls. The intimate, breathtaking moments he’d shared with Tara earlier had been a lie. She’d never been interested in him, except as a victim for this elaborate set-up. He looked at Karen, who was sitting on the floor and sipping her soda through a straw, watching him expectantly, waiting for him to begin entertaining her. There was no empathy in her dark, smoky eyes. Celeste started the microwave and returned to the living room to hand a soda to Tara. The three girls were still gloriously naked, and seemed to be completely comfortable that way.

Fingers kept slipping in and out of Tommy’s anus. It might have been the same one every time, but it always seemed freshly lubed. Tommy tried to clench his ass to keep the fingers out, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. With his butt sticking out so far, he couldn’t bring the cheeks together at all. He was completely helpless, and the anonymous guys outside could do anything they wanted to him. All Tommy could do was hang on to the window sash to keep from falling out. He gasped in sudden pain as a second thick, male finger joined the first inside him, stretching the oiled hole wider. The hand that had been stroking his stiff cock had withdrawn, but there were still oiled hands beneath him, fingering his balls and the tender, sensitive flesh around them. The skilled manipulations of his helpless body sent unwanted but undeniable waves of pleasure and arousal through his loins, sensations that both conflicted and combined strangely with the fear and feelings of violation that filled him. The two fingers stayed inside him, forcing their way deeper, exploring the depths of him, squirming and rotating deep up inside his rectum. The pain eased as his anus got used to having something so large in it, but the sense of violation was no less intense.

The sensation of being penetrated, of having fingers inside him and not being able to do anything about it, dominating his senses and his thoughts, and Tommy began to realize what was about to happen to him on more than an abstract level. The guys outside were going to stick their cocks into his tiny, tender little hole, and fuck him until they were satisfied. If the sensation was overwhelming having two fingers in there, what would it be like having an entire cock inside him? How big were these guys’ cocks? Tommy couldn’t begin to guess. How old were they? Their laughter had sounded older, maybe even adult, and their hands were much bigger than his. Their cocks might be huge! And how many of them were out there? Three? Five? Eight? He had no idea.

Tommy was starting to tremble, but it wasn’t from the cool night air. He realized he was making a soft whimpering sound, and he wondered how long he’d been doing that. The fingers inside his rectum continued to slide around, twisting left and right, burrowing deeper, then slipping partway out again, but never leaving.

The microwave dinged, and a few moments later Celeste returned and planted her naked self in the middle of the carpeted floor, a big bowl of fresh popcorn in her hand.

“Have they started sticking it to him yet?” she asked with an expectant grin.

“Not yet,” said Tara, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl.

“I think they’re warming him up first,” said Karen. The other two turned to look at her. “What?” she said defensively. “Don’t look at me, I’ve never had a dick in my butt! I’ve just heard that’s what they do.”

The other two laughed, and the three of them settled into comfortable lounging positions, munching popcorn and sipping soda, getting ready for a pleasant evening’s entertainment. As Tommy’s wide, frightened eyes jumped from one expectant face to another, he couldn’t help thinking it was just as if they were getting ready to watch a movie or something. He was going to be their entertainment for the evening as he was forcibly violated by however many guys there were outside the window. His face flushed with humiliation.

At last the fingers withdrew from his ass, leaving it feeling oddly empty for a moment. Then Tommy felt the thick, blunt head of a cock wedge itself between his spread cheeks, and he knew it was about to begin. The fat, warm cock-head pushed against his anus, and he felt the tiny opening stretching to accommodate it. It began to hurt, and a high-pitched, keening wail began to leak from his open mouth.

“I think they’re putting a cock in him!” said Tara excitedly, and all three girls leaned forward a little, the better to enjoy the moment.

Tommy’s tight anus gave way suddenly, and the invading cock surged up into him. Tommy shrieked at the intense pain, his eyes filling with tears.

“It’s in!” said Tara in a tone of voice usually reserved for game-winning touchdowns. All three girls whooped and giggled with glee.

Tommy’s desperate cry trailed off slowly. He held perfectly still as he tried to deal with the pain, not even breathing, and mercifully, the cock in his ass held still too, waiting. It felt gigantic, like a telephone pole, and he could feel it throbbing as it paused there, just inside him, stretching his tight hole with its mass. Gradually the pain began to ease, and Tommy began to pant in short, urgent little breaths, his eyes tightly shut, tears rolling slowly down each cheek. Still the cock inside him held its position, and he felt it quiver, as though eager to plunge deeper. Finally, after more than a minute had passed, Tommy’s anus stopped spasming around the giant fleshy invader. He began to take deeper breaths, and as the pain passed, he realized that he had survived. At the same moment, he realized that his ordeal had only just begun. A moment later, the massive invader surged forward.

Tommy’s mouth opened wide, emitting a gasping cry as the cock in his bottom began to thrust deeper into him. The sharp, terrible pain of the initial penetration was gone, reduced to only a twinge, but now a deeper, more complex pain began. The thick, warm cock drove deeper into him, and deeper still. Tommy’s mouth remained wide open, little choking gasps coming out every few seconds, much to the girls’ delight. Inch after inch of thick, pulsing cock slid up into him. He squealed at one point, his senses telling him that the massive cock-head had reached the core of him, that he couldn’t possibly take another millimeter. But the cock just kept sliding into him, another inch, then another. Panic made his wet eyes open wide, his squeal becoming a shriek.

Finally he felt naked, warm, male hips pressing against his bottom-cheeks, and he realized that the cock was finally all the way inside him. It held still for a long, long moment, filling him so full that he couldn’t breathe, the pressure agonizing, and he could feel the hot flesh throbbing all through his belly. Then it began to slowly withdraw, and the suction deep inside him made him groan. It withdrew only halfway, then suddenly reversed itself and plunged back into him, and Tommy wailed, his eyes filling with fresh tears as the fat, throbbing cock filled the deepest depths of him with hungry, predatory, alien flesh once more.

The girls watched, amused and fascinated, as Tommy’s ass was filled for the first time with cock. This was what they’d wanted to see, and they focused on each detail, hung on every gasp and cry the ass-**** wrung from the helpless nerd-boy. The tears were an unexpected perk, a testament to the real-life pain and humiliation he was enduring, and they watched avidly, even forgetting their popcorn as they enjoyed the drama of the moment.

The long, thick cock was sliding in and out of Tommy’s ass in deep, smooth strokes now, strong hands gripping his hips to hold him still. The teasing fingers had gone, but somehow his own penis just kept getting stiffer and harder. The sensations of being so completely violated were overwhelming his senses, yet he could no longer tell whether it hurt or not. It was part pain, yes, but also part pleasure, and he couldn’t tell which was stronger, or even where one left off and the other began. And the maelstrom of conflicting emotions that whirled through his head confused him, shading the physical experience with less tangible feelings.

He was overcome with humiliation, with embarrassment and shame as he watched the girls’ faces through tear-filled eyes. Yet those very emotions seemed to feed his desire in a way he couldn’t begin to comprehend. The very helplessness and despair he felt at being used like this seemed to excite him, and though he knew there was something deeply wrong with that, the sense of wrongness was quickly lost in the emotional chaos.

He was startled when the cock that had been plundering his bowels suddenly withdrew, popping out of him, the hands letting go of his hips. He gasped, the humiliating sound of his own high-pitched cries echoing in his ears. He looked around, confused, but then another pair of hands, colder and rougher than the first, gripped his flanks, and another cock, freshly-lubed, began pressing its way into him. He groaned as this new cock slipped up inside him, filling him with thick, heavy, male meat once more. It felt different, a different shape and size, and it set a new rhythm as it began to fuck him. The fact that he’d just been passed to another anonymous, horny cock like the helpless plaything that he had become wasn’t lost on Tommy, but after the first dozen strong, deep strokes he began slipping back into the same mindless, emotionally chaotic state he’d been in before. Fresh tears slid down his flushed cheeks, frantic, unrestrained cries issued from his open mouth, and he was once again adrift in stormy, unfamiliar seas.

After a while, that cock, too, withdrew from him, its owner stepping back. A new cock, freshly-lubed and hard as sun-warmed steel, slid into Tommy. He shuddered and groaned as it filled him, and when it was all the way in, he could feel wiry pubic hair tickling his bottom-crack. This cock, too, set its own distinct rhythm, thrusting in and out of Tommy’s bowels as though taking charge. The hands that gripped his hips were big and firm, holding him in place like a vice as the iron cock took its pleasure inside him.

Tommy groaned with each thrust, his knuckles white where he hung onto the window sash. Spittle ran unheeded down his chin, and tremors wracking his slender, sweat-slick body. His wet eyes no longer focused, but gazed unseeing at the far window. His penis was so stiff it seemed to quiver, and it had turned a deep, dull red. Pre-cum oozed from its tip and ran slowly down its length.

The three spectators noted each of these facts, and pointed them out to each other with consummate glee in between bites of popcorn and sips of soda. They were enjoying the entertainment they had arranged, and there was no glimmer of empathy or concern in their sparkling, beautiful eyes.

Before long Tommy felt the third cock slip out of him with an obscene, sucking noise, leaving his rectum gasping and empty. But a moment later another one took its place, driving up inside him and filling him once more with living, demanding, hungry male flesh.

As it began to pump in and out of him, Tommy realized, with a vague, confused horror, that the pleasure of his ongoing **** now far outweighed the pain. In fact, he felt like he was riding a massive, surging wave of pleasure, and it was getting stronger by the minute. His arousal, too, was spinning out of control.

Tommy was aware that, when he got too excited, he tended to lose conscious control of himself. He wondered, distantly, if he had already humiliated himself by shouting out something stupid, but as his desire rose he found he no longer cared. All that mattered was the strong, dominating cock plunging away inside his ass. He just wanted to submit to it, to let it take him and plunder him forever, if that’s what it desired. The pleasure continued to mount, and with it his desire to give in, to surrender completely to the mighty cock that had taken control of him. He never wanted it to end, he wanted to be fucked like this, suspended above all cares and concerns, indefinitely. He was no longer aware of anything but the cock in his ass, thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out. It almost felt as though he was coming, but it just went on and on and on.

Then, abruptly, the cock stopped fucking him and slid out of his bottom, the strong hands releasing his hips. Tommy wailed in disappointment, and nearly fell out the window. But a moment later another pair of hands gripped him, and another hard cock filled the emptiness inside him. The boy moaned with unrestrained pleasure as his ass-fucking resumed, and once more he was riding the wave, the pleasure slowly lifting him higher and higher.

Tommy was beyond thinking now. He was a slave of his own desire. He wanted to submit, he wanted the nameless, faceless men outside to make him do anything they pleased, the more degrading the better. If they demanded that he run naked out into the street and offer his ass to passing motorists, he’d do it without hesitation. But more than anything, he wanted them to keep fucking his ass. The overwhelming ecstasy of it was far beyond anything he’d ever imagined, and he never wanted it to end. It was like an orgasm that just went on and on, as long as there was a cock plunging to and fro inside him.

Again the cock withdrew, breaking the spell. And another cock took its place, lifting Tommy once more up onto the wave. The pace of the fucking had accelerated, each eager, horny cock thrusting a little faster inside him, a little harder. This one began hammering into him mercilessly, and Tommy again felt that pain, that terrible pressure deep inside his bowels. But now the pleasure was so intense, the desire to submit so strong, that Tommy welcomed the pain. He accepted it, even savored it, and it blended with the pleasure to make it more powerful than ever. It felt like a giant, unending orgasm. In fact, it began to feel exactly like an orgasm. His cheeks flushed, his ears roared, and his penis pulsed wildly as if it were about to shoot. The wave of pleasure suddenly crested. Startled, Tommy focused his eyes and looked down, just in time to see a string of hot semen shoot out of his penis, straight up into the air in front of his face. Then he was overwhelmed by the hot blasts of ecstasy as they washed over him, and he shrieked wildly as he was absorbed by the most powerful orgasm of his young life.

As awareness returned, Tommy was jolted out of his dreamlike state by the fact that there was still a cock in his ass, and it was still pounding into him hard, sweaty hips slapping loudly against his smooth ass-cheeks. The pleasure was all but gone, and the agony of it was suddenly acute and terrible. Tommy wailed at the pain and tried to squirm away from the thrusting cock, but large, strong hands held him in position, and there was no escaping it.

He was aware once more of his situation, of his helplessness, of the inexorable **** of his ass by total strangers, and the dispassionate, amused attention of the three beautiful girls lounging naked in front of him. He could feel tears on his cheeks, drool on his chin, sweat drying on his skin. He could hear his own cries ringing in his ears, and there was hot spooge on the carpet in front of him. He had come for them, shot his wad onto the floor, with nothing touching his penis at all. From nothing but the cocks plundering his ass. And the Untouchables had watched it all. They were laughing at him, making splodey gestures with their hands.

Tommy closed his eyes, humiliated once more. A few moments ago he’d have reveled in that humiliation. At the height of his arousal, when his greatest desire was submission, it would have been an aphrodisiac to him. He wanted that feeling back. He wanted to submerge himself once more in that wild ecstasy, that mindless state of surrender. He could still feel it, just beneath the surface, and with a giant, iron-hard cock slamming in and out of his ass, it wasn’t difficult to slip back into the feeling.

Gradually his thoughts dulled and submerged, taking away the panic and the humiliation, and he sank once more into that warm, unthinking state of submission. The agony of the hungry cock plundering his bowels softened a little, mitigated by the flickering sparks of rekindling desire. But as he embraced his submission, he found that the pain itself was something he desired, a welcome offering to the desires of his unknown masters outside the window. With a whimper, he deliberately thrust his ass out farther, giving himself to them, and the man who was fucking him accepted the gesture, taking a tighter grip and accelerating his pace, fucking Tommy even harder and faster. Tommy wailed and sobbed, the deep agony of it overwhelming him, but he didn’t pull away. This was what his masters needed from him, and he wanted, more than anything, to submit to their desires. The violent fucking shook his body and rattled his teeth. Fresh tears stung his eyes, but he still held his ass out for the punishment.

Minutes later the cock inside him faltered, and he could feel it swelling and throbbing deep in his rectum. The hands that gripped his hips squeezed tightly, and he could hear a man groaning in deep pleasure just outside. He realized the cock must be spurting, filling his passage with hot semen, and he felt a deep satisfaction at the idea. One of his unseen masters had used him, had come inside him. He was fulfilled.

The spent cock softened and withdrew, and he heard a chuckle and some whispers from outside. Then another man stepped up behind him, and another cock entered him, eager, hard and hungry for the tight, silky pleasures of his willing boy-hole.

Tommy’s ass-fucking went on for almost an hour and a half. There were three men out there in the darkness, taking turns fucking the boy. Each time one neared the point where he was going to come, he’d pull out and another man would take his place. They fucked him hard and soft, slow and fast, deep and shallow. They fucked him so many times they lost count, lost in a fever-dream of steadily-building lust. And even when they couldn’t stand the tease anymore and let themselves shoot their hot semen up inside Tommy’s slick, satin rectum, they were soon able to get hard again and resume taking their turn fucking the boy. Only when each of them had come inside him at least twice were they finally satisfied.

The girls had soon grown bored with the spectacle. After the first twenty minutes of listening to Tommy’s desperate cries, tremulous wails, agonized squeals and rhythmic, mindless groans, their attention began to wander. While Tommy’s ordeal went on in front of them, they began to chat and giggle. The sight of Tommy’s red, tear-streaked face and the way he writhed and squirmed under the ongoing assault could only amuse them for so long, after all. Even the way his little cock stood stiff and swollen the entire time, frequent bursts of clear, sparkling pre-come oozing from it like a sporadic fountain, couldn’t hold their interest for long. The moment when Tommy had come for them was a high point, a brief but entertaining moment worthy of hilarity and ridicule. But after ninety minutes their attention had long since turned to the screens of their smartphones.

They looked up only when Tommy fell to the carpet on his hands and knees, his prolonged buggery finished, the pole that had held him captive removed. Tara and Celeste hoisted him to his feet, and Tara thrust his clothing, shoes and phone into his arms. The curious, shy seductress was gone, and Tara was all business as she hustled him out the front door, slamming and locking it behind him.

Dazed, Tommy climbed back into his clothes. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what had happened to him. He knew perfectly well that he’d been set-up and used by the three cruel beauties known as the Untouchables. But the experience had left him changed. He had found a part of himself that he’d never suspected was there, and nothing would ever be the same for him.

He was halfway home before he remembered the video he’d captured with his phone, video of himself dancing naked with the Untouchables. Video in which they took turns sucking his dick. As he watched the video, a smile spread slowly across his face. The Untouchables hadn’t heard the last of Tommy Radcliff!