Continued.............
Ever do poppers? RUSH in particular (The original RUSH, before
it's inventor died last year - or year before?) That's how I felt
when I came to. I left like I was on top of the world! But 100%
unattached to this planet. I awoke to a dark room. That almost
cartoon-ish light bulb now showed its inner filament a brownish
orange little bright strip trapped inside thin glass; the glass
of the blub produced hardly any light at all. My eyes were drawn
to the scene under it. Patty was strapped to this torture structure
while 3 men fucked away at her. My head whirled and buzzed yet
I realized there was something wrong about this picture: no moans.
No heavy breathing, no cries of passion or slurs meant to insult.
I had to blink away blood from my left eye to focus on the scene.
They fucked deeply, hard and with a one-minded intent to lay
the girl low. To drive her into being nothing else but a fuck pig,
a hole, a cunt.
As consciousness expanded I realized two things at once: I was
bound and that the 3 men were embracing Patty and each other
so that each time any of them moved, they all moved together.
They fucked in unison. I found that amazing while finding myself
in a real pickle. There was nothing I could do to save Patty if things
went awry! And they sure seemed to have gone badly, or worse.
I was bound naked and amid a tangled web of leather
straps. Except for my right forearm and hand, they were free.
However, my forearm was tied to my thigh and my right hand
lay in my lap. Perfect for jerking off and I made a note of that
fact.
It was now very cold in this dungeon. So cold that it made no sense
to me. Got too cold too fast. Or I was out for awhile. I did not notice
that the freezer door was now open - there is no light in that freezer
and it also hid behind the blanket.
"Jerk off, fag!" One of them noticed I was awake. Then they all
looked over and studied my dilemma. "Jerk off, dead man!"
Spirit of the dark underworld, that got me so horny that I
started right in and enjoyed the scene. I mean the entire scene.
That whole thing Jerry Seinfeld speaks of as he waves his hand
around someone and says, "You know, this whole thing that
is you!" I was fapping away over my balls that hung
like icicles from my stroking cock. Fapping at the idea
of being fooled into someone's dungeon. Fapping at bleeding
like a stuffed pig ready for slaughter! Fapping wildly at a
fuck scene unlike I ever saw in my young life and fapping over
Patty's predicament! Even as I realized that she was no longer
conscious.
It took me by surprise at first yet I found myself getting off on
the fact that she was not with us any longer. I suddenly grew angry
and shouted, what had they done to her? Ted Dread growled at me
not to worry, she's OK. Another, out of the blue - or dark fog? told
me to spit on myself. To spit all over my jerking off form. Like
I was suppose to trust Dread? And who was this other guy? Patty
made no arrangements with anyone but Dread!
"Spit on your chest, faggot!" Dread instructed me. "Do it!"
I found the orders enticing and exciting. Obviously, I was
high on something left over from the injection because the
order drove me right over the edge. I started cumming and
spiting. All over my chest and belly, onto to my legs, my cock
and with a whim of perverted imagination I spat straight up
so that when it dropped back down I had spat on my own face.
Unlike me, my boner stayed and called to me to keep stroking
along with the calls to do so from all 3 of the men humping in a
fuck dance with my wife/*****. My cock noticed that Patty was
turning blue, even in the dark of the room I could make that out.
But my cock demanded I squeeze it tighter with this realization.
Still I cried out for them not to kill her. That triggered all of them
at once and instantly the dungeon was filled with cum cries. Shouts
and moans bounced off the green walls and the 4 bodies blasted
into orgasm like the thunder from a belching earthquake!
As they 3 pulled out and off of Patty I saw her clearly breathing
hard and sighing, begging for more, please more! The 3 stepped over
to me and without a word they wiped their cocks over my face and
head. Keep in mind that this was during the days before the Internet .
Before this current ear of shared and open information for all
and when Patty and I were still young. I being 28 then. Men wiping
their cock slime on other men was unheard of, if done then to only to
the lowest assholes alive. To boot one of these men was black. We
didn't call them Blacks then, he was a nigger. And for a nigger to use
your wife and you was a total tear in the fabric of decency. I felt crushed.
Totally put in a place that was lower than I could grasp. I mean, I always
knew I was a low life; confirmed it to myself when I fell in love with
Pat when she was a child *****. Still it seemed until that moment a sense
that if I could actualize myself and reach for redemption I'd find it. Not
anymore. Now I believe that when I approach the gates of hell there I'll
meet some snooty little creep searching me out on his iPad and
waving me away, "We don't want your kind here."
The nigger stuck his cock in my mouth which signaled the others to
step away. The cock in my mouth started to take a long piss! And
I loved it. I stroked and drank while Patty whimpered like a little
***** girl and begged for another fuck, please! When the man in my
mouth pulled out, still pissing, the other two let their piss fly and
Patty came, screaming like a Banshee while looking upon us..
She cried, "You stupid, sick nigger lover, fuck you! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
In mid stream, they turned to her and finished their relief all
over her while they ordered back at me to continue spitting on
myself and to piss in my own face. They didn't have to also order
me to jerk off because even if all time stopped, I'd still be fapping
vigorously over this scene!
3 Other men appeared as if from nowhere. One we both
knew, a steady john of Patty's and we, perhaps me most of
all, very glad to see someone we kind of trusted. His name was
Steve, a fireman and a patron over at the Crow's Nest. Steve's
kink was beating the piss out of Patty and I which we both enjoyed
because - well, because we're fucked up but also because - he
beat and fucked at the same time. And that was the reason he was
invited to this scene: Mr Dread liked to watch Patty and I get trashed.
But apparently did not have the balls to actually do it. Steve grabbed
me and buried his 10 inches deep into my throat to where I turned blue
while Patty watched and cried aloud that she needed a cock in her while
she watched me get strangled and killed. Oh, that set them all off and
back to dancing a fuck with Patty while 2 guys worked me over, ass and mouth.
When I puked, they ordered me to puke on Patty. When she puked,
it was on me. They made us gather cock slim then slap each other with it.
Even though our asses and her cunt were used, all cum shots were into
her mouth. There were very few moments when we were not being slapped
or punched and thrown about. The next day we counted nearly 40 cuts
and bruisers and were sore as hell.
We counted them in a jail house. Mr Dread, Steve and his cohorts dragged
us out to the main highway - I was unconscious - left us naked only with
a twenty dollar bill in my sock that was stuffed into my mouth. When a cop
found us Patty was humping my face and begging the cop to fuck her. When
she offered them (there were 2 cops) both of us for a ride home, the
arresting officer cuffed both of us for ************.
Believe it or not, this is exactly true, still on our record and I would love
to see Patty taken that way again!
