Fit To Be Tied Ch. 02

Disclaimer: There is drug use and nonconsensual elements to this story. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Introduction: I haven't written a second chapter to one of my stories before. It can feel repetitive to revisit a storyline, but based on your comments and suggestions, I started to wonder what might follow Eric's wild bondage weekend. Suddenly, it felt like there were new, horny possibilities to explore -- so another chapter was born. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you as always for your favorites, comments, and reads.

It was the week after the fateful day when my girlfriend had tied me up naked and horny on her parents' bed when they were out of town. Events had quickly gotten out of control when Lucy allowed her younger sister and her girlfriends to play with my hard cock. This was followed by a visit from her gay friend, who sucked my dick like a champ when Lucy stepped out of the room and filmed himself doing so. It didn't end there after Lucy left me bound and blindfolded with a vibrator up my ass to run an errand. When her Dad unexpectedly returned to the house, he removed the massager and fucked me. Since I couldn't see, I had wrongly assumed it was Lucy using her strap-on dildo on me, given her fascination with my ass. I should have known better given the thickness of Mr. Peterson's cock and his powerful thrusts. I loved it and ended up spraying my load all over my chest and face before Lucy's Dad filled my aching but satisfied hole with his hot load.

Although I eventually determined it had been Lucy's Dad owning my ass, I never did share my revelation with my girlfriend, and we carried on like trash for the rest of the weekend, enjoying a rare sexual freedom since we both live with our parents. While Lucy and I were both sexually adventurous, this had been my first gay blowjob and ass fucking, and I couldn't stop thinking about the experience, especially the thorough railing Mr. Peterson had delivered. While I hadn't seen his cock due to the blindfold, it felt big and thick and teased my hole and prostate relentlessly as he drilled me over and over. While Lucy knew how to drive me crazy sexually, she didn't have the strength and stamina that her Dad had to completely own my ass. No matter how often we fooled around afterwards, including some heavy-duty strap-on sessions, I kept thinking longingly back to my experience with her Dad and hoping there might be a repeat performance in the future.

We had been studying at the Peterson's kitchen table at the end of the weekend when Lucy's parents returned from their trip. Mr. Peterson had seemed his usual friendly self and made no reference to my earlier ass-breeding. I had surreptitiously checked him out while Lucy's parents chatted about their trip. Mr. Peterson owned his own landscaping business and was a handsome man with a thick moustache, bright blue eyes, a stubbled face and a full head of dark, curly hair. He managed to stay tanned and fit from spending a fair amount of time outside and being very hands-on in his job. As far as I knew, he didn't go to a gym but he had the kind of sculpted body many guys would kill for. For the first time, I noticed how large his biceps and chest muscles were in his snug t-shirt, along with his thick thighs and an impressive bulge in his shorts. I pictured him between my bound, spread legs powerfully fucking me while I rode his cock. I could feel my dick chubbing up just thinking about it. That said, he seemed so oblivious to recent events that I wondered for a minute if it was him but it had to be.

I headed home shortly afterwards with Lucy's Dad on my mind. As the week progressed, he was never far from my thoughts, and when I should have been studying, my mind would wander back to taking my first cock up my ass. I was in the school library failing miserably to absorb the words in a textbook when my phone beeped, letting me know that I had an incoming message. I didn't recognize the number, but I saw that someone had sent me a video attachment. Typically I ignore messages like this, assuming that they're spam, but the video thumbnail looked like it was taken in Lucy's parents' bedroom. Oh, shit.

Glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, I nervously clicked on the attachment as my phone's screen filled with a video of me getting fucked last Friday. I was clearly visible, other than the blindfold I was wearing, as was Lucy's Dad as he slammed into me, occasionally glancing at the camera and grinning. I quickly lowered the volume as I heard myself yell, "Oh, baby, that's it. Fuck me with your big, fat cock; fill my ass with your thick load. I want to feel your cum spraying the insides of my hungry hole." To my credit, I had thought it was Lucy using her strap-on on me at the time and was role-playing, but anyone else watching the video would assume I was urging on Mr. Peterson. His dick was thick, veiny, and slick with oil as he pumped my hole, using his powerful muscles to fuck me hard and deep.

As the video perspective changed and moved around the room, zooming in on Mr. Peterson's slick cock sliding into my stretched hole while his heavy balls slapped against me, I suddenly realized that someone else must have been filming while Mr. Peterson quietly owned my ass! What the fuck? There was a third person in the room? Who was the other person? With a mixture of panic and lust, I replied to the message asking who this was.

Just a fan of yours, Eric. I hadn't realized how much you liked cock. Does Lucy know that her boyfriend takes it like a bitch for her Dad?

Shit, there was definitely something threatening about the message, and the last thing I wanted was for Lucy to see this video. I quickly typed a response:

What do you want?

Oh, Eric, I think you know what I want, and I think you want it too. Don't worry, I'll be in touch.

I asked again who this was, but there was no further response. I was shocked that there had been another person in the room documenting my first legit ass fucking. I had no idea who it was, but obviously Mr. Peterson would know. Not feeling like I had much of a choice, I decided I needed to talk to Mr. Peterson, but first, I restarted the video. As worried as I was about who had taken the video and who they might share it with, I had to admit it was fucking hot watching me get railed by Lucy's Dad. I couldn't believe my ass had taken his fat tool as he strained his muscles and quietly slammed into me over and over until I finally yelled and sprayed a large load of cum across my chest and face while Mr. Peterson closed his eyes and unloaded deep inside my tight hole. I realized my cock was rock hard as the clip finished.

With a sick feeling of lust and dread, I opened a message window with Lucy's Dad and asked:

Hi Mr. Peterson, it's Eric. I'm wondering if you'd be free this afternoon for a quick chat?

After a painful few minutes, I finally heard back:

Hey Eric. Sure, why don't you drop by the warehouse? I've been wanting to talk to you as well. I'll be there from 2:00 onwards catching up on some paperwork.

I wasn't going to see Lucy until later this evening, so the timing worked. After agreeing to drop by, I took one more look at the hot video. I struggled to reconcile Lucy's easygoing, seemingly straight Dad with the stud in the video. I've watched a lot of porn and couldn't recall anyone ever going to town with such gusto and finesse as Lucy's Dad demonstrated. I had a couple of hours to kill until 2:00 and thought I might swing by the house and give myself a quick douche just in case. Based on my previous ass play experience with Lucy, it never hurt. While I mainly wanted to talk to Mr. Peterson, I might as well be prepared for more. I hadn't been a Boy Scout for nothing.

I arrived at Mr. Peterson's warehouse just before 2:00 wearing a t-shirt, gym shorts, and a jockstrap. The warehouse was an older former factory that Lucy's Dad used to run his landscaping business out of, allowing him to store his equipment and supplies. It also had a small office area in the front for customers and administration. Mr. Peterson had run a successful landscaping business for several years with about 10 to 15 employees, including his supervisor Diego, a few regulars, as well as a handful of students from the local college. I was nervous about seeing Mr. Peterson on my own since our previous encounter, but I wanted to find out what he knew about the video and, more importantly, who had taken it.

I opened the front door and entered the reception area. I could see Mr. Peterson sitting behind a desk at the end of the room as he looked up at the sound of the door, smiled, and waved. "Eric, good to see you," as he walked over to shake my hand and greet me. I noticed he was wearing a worn t-shirt that clung to his sculpted chest, highlighting his baseball biceps, as well as faded cut-off jeans that hugged his muscular thighs and prominent basket. How had I never noticed before that Lucy's Dad was a hunk, and why was I noticing this now?

I tried to focus and replied, "Hey, Mr. Peterson. Thanks for agreeing to see me. I'll try to be quick."

"Don't be silly. Eric, I'm happy to chat, and there's no rush at all. To be honest, I can't stand paperwork, and I was looking for an excuse for a break. Let's head back to the warehouse and grab something cold to drink. We should have the place to ourselves with most of the crew out at a big job on the west end." I followed Mr. Peterson down a short hall into the warehouse. I caught myself noticing how his faded shorts clung to his impressive bubble butt. I felt my cock plumping up thinking of the last time Mr. Peterson and I had been on our own.

The warehouse was quiet and only lit by natural daylight coming in through a couple of ancient skylights as we walked into the cavernous space. It was a former shoe factory that Mr. Peterson had picked up for a song to use for storing his landscaping equipment and supplies. He walked over to a fridge against an exposed brick wall and opened the door, offering me a beer.

"Uh, sure, why not? It's a hot day. Thanks, Mr. Peterson."

We walked back to the middle of floor, with our beers, where there was a large, old Oriental area rug spread on the concrete floor under one of the skylights with some comfy, weathered leather couches and chairs placed around the perimeter facing inwards. There were several rusty chains hanging above the rug, suspended from an ancient wooden beam spanning the warehouse width. While the warehouse was used for equipment and storage, I knew Mr. Peterson and his crew also used the space as an informal clubhouse gathering to watch games on a big-screen TV suspended from another rafter on one end of the rug. From everything I heard, it seemed like everyone enjoyed working for Mr. Peterson, as he had a reputation for paying a good wage and treating his employees well.

Flopping ourselves onto a worn leather couch, Mr. Peterson turned to me and tapped his beer to mine, "Cheers!" I took a gulp of the cool liquid and gathered my thoughts as Lucy's Dad settled back into the comfy couch with a contented grin and spread his thick legs. "So Eric, what can I do for you?"

Mr. Peterson had yet to make any acknowledgment of what had occurred last Friday, and I briefly wondered if I was about to make a terrible mistake by bringing it up in case it wasn't actually him. That said, it had to be him. I had now seen an actual video of Mr. Peterson fucking me, and there could be zero doubt.

"Um, Mr. Peterson... I wanted to talk to you about last Friday. I know that you came back to the house and, uh, found me in your bedroom, and then, uh, what happened."

Mr. Peterson's eyes widened as he shifted on the couch uncomfortably. "Oh shoot, I wondered if you knew, Eric. I hope you're okay with it; I kind of got carried away in the moment." I noticed Mr. Peterson sitting up as he admitted to fucking me. I couldn't believe I was sitting here with Lucy's Dad talking about the time he had pounded my ass. I felt my dick throbbing as I recalled how it felt to take this man's big cock.

"Uh, you may not be surprised to hear that I kind of enjoyed it, although I had thought it was Lucy initially. I eventually figured out that it was you. The considerable load in my ass was also a dead giveaway."

Mr. Peterson looked sheepish sitting beside me on the couch as he adjusted his crotch; he was definitely stressing out the faded fabric of his jean shorts, including the worn button fly. "I'm glad you're not mad, Eric. I was feeling guilty about what happened, but you wouldn't believe how hot you looked trussed up like that with pre-cum oozing from your cock. I guess I couldn't help myself."

"No, it's cool. I'm actually kind of flattered. While that was my first dick, Lucy and I have been dabbling with ass play for a while and it is something I enjoy, if that wasn't obvious." Never in a thousand years would I have guessed I'd be talking about anal sex with Lucy's Dad over beers. "I hope you don't mind me talking about Lucy."

"No worries at all. I have no doubt that you and Lucy have a healthy, sex life, and I'm all for it. Also, I could tell you enjoyed it. I haven't seen someone shoot that hard and far without being touched in years. It was quite impressive." The outline of Mr. Peterson's cock was clearly visible through his shorts, with the head pushing outwards near the top opening of one front pocket. I noticed him reach into his pocket and try to move the head so it was more comfortable. I was fully boned up at this point as well. "So we're cool, Eric? I assume Lucy doesn't know about my role in this?"

"Well, I'm cool about it, although I never expected to enjoy it, as much as I did. Lucy definitely doesn't know about it but somebody else does. That's the main thing I wanted to talk to you about. Someone sent me a video of you and me today and implied that they wanted some action. Who else was there, Mr. Peterson?"

Mr. Peterson's jaw dropped as I held up my phone and played the video. I could hear myself groaning and urging on Lucy's Dad, "Oh yeah, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard; make me cum." I could tell Mr. Peterson was torn between watching the video play through and addressing my question.

Tearing his eyes away from the video, he finally spoke, "That little fucker..." Mr. Peterson looked unhappy as he rubbed his hand through his unruly curls. I noticed the ridge of his hard shaft was clearly outlined in his shorts, and one button of his fly had given up and popped open. My own cock was rock-hard with the head pressing against the waist of my shorts but partially covered by my t-shirt at least. I waited for Mr. Peterson to continue, "I should probably give you the whole story if you're sure you want to hear it."

"Yes, please, I want to know who's doing this."

"Okay, Lucy's friend Dean took the video, and he must have sent it to you. I hadn't even seen it yet, although I was looking forward to it, to be honest. Fuck. Let me start from the beginning... Dean and I have had a bit of an arrangement for a couple of years. Let's just say that he likes to suck cock, and admittedly, I like to get my cock sucked. I'm obviously bisexual, and given you're dating my daughter, you may not be surprised to hear that I have a healthy sex drive. While I have a great relationship with my wife, I need more sex than she's willing to provide, and Dean helps out with that with an occasional blowjob or fuck. I find that it takes the edge off and keeps me sane. As I hear you know from firsthand experience, he's a pretty good cocksucker. He also has the hots for you, and I guess I had mentioned that I thought you were a good-looking guy as well."

I sat there enthralled as Lucy's Dad admitted that he was serviced regularly by Lucy's gay friend Dean, and that they both thought I was hot. I could feel pre-cum leaking onto my abs as my cock strained to be free.

"Anyhow, I didn't know what was going on at home after we left for the airport, but we had just arrived at departures, and I was waiting for my wife to come out of the washroom when my phone pinged. It was Dean, and he couldn't wait to share the video he had taken of himself sucking your cock when you were tied to my bed. He knew I thought you were a hunk and that I'm a bit of a size queen to be honest, and I wasn't disappointed." Was Mr. Peterson blushing? "I feel funny admitting this to my daughter's boyfriend, but I was blown away by the video and your dick, although shocked at what was going on back at the house so soon after our departure. I've always thought you were handsome, Eric, but to see Dean going down on your thick cock while you moaned and thrusted tied to the bed made me so freakin' horny and jealous! I couldn't think straight. I'm not proud to admit it, but I replied to Dean's message with something like, 'Damn, what I wouldn't give to get a piece of that!'

"Knowing that my wife has a tendency to show up at the airport way too early, Dean replied that he thought he could arrange a way for me to get a piece of the action without anyone knowing. All I needed to do was make up some excuse about needing to head home and meet him in front of the airport in 20 minutes and he would take care of the rest. He'd have me back at the airport in an hour tops. Realizing we had a solid 3 hours until our flight, I recklessly came up with a story about forgetting our passports and left my wife at the airport before meeting Dean out front. Apparently he had been busy in the meantime siphoning most of the gas from Lucy's car before convincing her friend Stacey to sell her some weed. Lucy had left for Stacey's by the time we arrived home, and with Dean following me with his phone, we silently walked into my bedroom to find you tied up with your legs in the air, your cock hard, and your ass buzzing with a vibrator.

"I couldn't believe my luck in finding you blindfolded and quickly got to work, first playing with the prostate massager in your ass for a bit and then removing it and stretching your ass with my fingers. I knew you thought I was Lucy, so I was careful not to speak, and Dean tried to make no noise at all. When you mentioned a strap-on, I realized I might be able to fuck you and get away with it, so I quickly undressed, lubed up, and slid my aching cock into your tight ass. Even sitting here thinking about it, I can't believe what a hot fuck you were. I thought Dean was going to cream his jeans while he filmed us with his phone. After you and I came, Dean cleaned up the cum on your cock, and we got out of there, with Dean dropping me back at the airport well before our boarding time. I let Lucy know that I had to head back to the house but found the passports in the car, so never needed to go inside. Dean's plan of having her run out of gas worked like a charm. I must have scared the shit out of her, but I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I just knew I wanted you."

With the memory of the fuck, along with the video and Mr. Peterson's retelling, I was so fucking horny. I noticed Mr. Peterson's faded jeans were bulging obscenely and had no doubt he was as horny as I was. I couldn't believe that little fucker Dean had managed to arrange the whole thing.

"To be honest, Mr. Peterson, I haven't been able to stop thinking of you fucking me all week." I glanced over to Lucy's Dad to see him grinning ear to ear with his palm resting on his hard bulge. Lifting my t-shirt to demonstrate, I said, "My dick hasn't been soft since I first saw the video today. If Dean were here, I might even have to thank him."

"Well, guess what, I am here. What are you thanking me for exactly?"

We both looked up in surprise to see Dean standing inside the door from the front office. He looked pleased to see both of us as he slowly walked towards the couch, taking note of our full packages with his eyes.

Mr. Peterson jumped up guiltily while trying to arrange his junk to be less prominent and asked, "Uh, Dean, what are you doing here?"

"Well, Mr. Peterson, I realized after sharing the video with Eric earlier today that he might reach out to you and wanted to give you a heads-up, but I guess I'm too late. Also, it's been a while since I sucked a load out of you, and thought you might be due. By the size of the bulge in your pants, it looks like you could definitely use some relief. Actually, it looks like you both could," as he winked at me.

"Uh, we were just talking..." replied Mr. Peterson.

"That must have been quite the talk. What could you possibly be discussing?"

I interrupted their conversation to say, "Knock it off, Dean, you know what we were talking about. I also know that you set me up last week. It wasn't enough that you got a taste of my dick, but you had to pimp me out to Lucy's Dad and capture it on video."

"Easy, big boy. I seem to recall that you really enjoyed yourself. If only we had a record of the event to prove it. Oh wait, what's this?" As he whipped out his phone and hit a couple buttons until the image of me getting fucked was suddenly displaying on the big-screen TV above us. It was the scene where Mr. Peterson was slamming his cock into me over and over as I tilted my head back and moaned loudly while the headboard bounced off the wall. I was shocked at my obvious pure animal lust and the sound of my loud groans echoing throughout the warehouse. From frequent viewings, I knew it was coming up to the point where I experienced my first anal orgasm as I sprayed myself and the wall behind me with a shower of hot cum.

"Okay, I admit it was fucking hot. You're still a douchebag, but I can't say that I didn't mind the experience. I just hope you haven't been passing around the video."

"I know, right? I can't stop watching it myself, and don't worry, only the three of us have seen the video," as Dean rubbed his hardening bulge. I looked over to see Mr. Peterson watching the video on the big-screen and noticed he had unbuttoned his fly and was absently rubbing the cum-slicked head of his thick cock with his thumb through his briefs. I wasn't sure he was even aware of what he was doing as we all watched the explicit scene unfold above us. The video ended but appeared to be on a loop as it restarted at the point where Mr. Peterson had first wrapped one hand around my thick, oily shaft and stroked me while gripping my slippery, cum-filled balls with the other.

Dean turned to both of us, "Hey, why don't you guys stand beside each other and watch the show, and I'll see what I can do to take the edge off." Dean took charge and positioned Mr. Peterson on one side of him facing the screen, with me on the other, with Dean in the middle with his back to the screen. While we both stood captivated by the image of Mr. Peterson on the screen fucking my ass with the prostate massager while I moaned, 'Oh yeah, that feels great, just like your strap-on. Fuck me, babe,' Dean kneeled down in front of us and rubbed our hard-ons through our shorts. It felt great to finally have someone paying attention to my dick. Mr. Peterson's eyes moved from the screen to me to what Dean was doing to our cocks. I realized I was definitely crossing a line after some initial ass play with my girlfriend led to an accidental taste of cock and to what was likely to become my first male three-way, but it felt too good to stop. I felt Dean sliding our shorts off, exposing my bulging jock and Mr. Peterson's sexy black boxer briefs. With our shorts out of the way, Dean was better able to grope our swollen shafts.

While Dean teased us, Mr. Peterson reached over and ran his fingertips over my chest. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, Eric, but my daughter has great taste in men. You are one hot fucker," before leaning towards me for a deep kiss, rubbing his stubbled chin against mine and probing his tongue deep into my mouth. I groaned and responded by pushing my tongue back into his mouth as we kissed passionately. Breaking momentarily, Mr. Peterson reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me standing in the middle of the warehouse in a worn jockstrap that barely contained my cock and a pair of runners. Meanwhile, Dean had slid Mr. Peterson's boxer briefs down and off his feet along with his shorts, leaving Lucy's hunky Dad standing in the shadows of the warehouse in a tight, dirty t-shirt and work boots with work socks while his massive tool swung in front of him. There was such an über masculinity about Mr. Peterson that it was no wonder I had gotten off on him fucking me. Dean seemed to feel similar as he slurped and sucked the flared head of Mr. Peterson's large cock while he played with the cum-slicked head of mine.

Maneuvering us closer together and pulling my cock free from the side of my jock, Dean rubbed our cockheads together while he hungrily licked the tips. Our dicks were similar lengths and thicknesses as Dean gripped one in each hand and alternated between sucking. He really was a talented cocksucker and seemed to take as much pleasure from the act as he gave. Pausing from his double blowjob, he reached for a jar of coconut oil I hadn't noticed before sitting on a side table and slathered up both of our shafts with the buttery grease as he rubbed our rigid tools together and pulled on our balls. I looked into Mr. Peterson's eyes as I pressed my cock up against his hard, hot shaft and felt Dean sliding his greasy hands up and down our combined thicknesses as we thrust against each other.

Angling our cocks towards his mouth, he licked and sucked pre-cum from our tips, moving rapidly between each dick, and at one point, managing to get both cockheads into his mouth. We were both oozing a steady stream of pre-cum that Dean couldn't seem to get enough of as he lapped at the heads and gently stroked the slippery lengths. "Damn, you guys both have perfect cocks."

"Thanks, Dean. You have an amazing mouth and talented hands," replied Lucy's Dad. "As much as I'm enjoying this, why don't you go grab Big Ben? I'm thinking Eric may enjoy it after seeing what a good time he was having in the video."

"Fuck yeah," turning towards me, Dean added, "you're going to love this!" as he released our cocks and walked over to a shelf between two storage aisles.

"Are you okay with this, Eric?" Mr. Peterson asked as he slid my jockstrap down my legs and reached for my greasy shaft.

As I pumped my cock into his palm, I responded, "While I have to admit, I'm doing stuff that I hadn't even considered a week ago, it feels amazing. I'm good, but also curious about Big Ben. What is it?"

"I think you and Ben are going to become good friends," grinned Lucy's Dad as Dean walked back towards us carrying a thick rolled-up piece of leather with metal clips attached to it. As he stepped onto the area rug and unrolled the thick leather, Mr. Peterson grabbed one end and reached up to attach a clip to one of the dangling chains above. I was realizing the chains weren't just hanging there randomly but served a purpose, as five points of the leather apparatus were attached, leaving what I now surmised was a sex sling suspended about 3 or 4 feet above the rug. It seemed like this part of the warehouse was used for more than just the occasional hockey game viewing party. Testing the strength of the connections, Mr. Peterson turned to me and patted the black leather surface. "Okay Eric, Ben is ready for you if you're up for it."

Not completely sure of how this was going to work, I got enough of the drift to climb up onto the leather sling with my ass perched on the edge before lowering myself onto my back, resting my head on a leather-padded pillow. It was quite comfortable as Mr. Peterson adjusted my position slightly. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing you kind of get off on being restrained, so how about we use these straps?" As he extended my arms and attached my wrists to two of the chains, he did similar with my spread legs, placing my feet in straps and attaching my knees to the chains at the other end of the sling. I lay on my back looking up at the light filtering in through the ancient rafters and dirty glass of the skylight while Mr. Peterson and Dean fussed around me. My ass was completely exposed while my hard cock throbbed on my abs. I suddenly realized that I was once again tied up naked, hard, and horny with Mr. Peterson and Dean in the room. For their part, their eyes were glowing in excitement as they double-checked the straps and fondled my body.

"Comfy?" Mr. Peterson asked.

"Comfy and horny as fuck. I hope you're going to get down to business soon."

"Oh, I think we can manage that, right, Dean?" I looked over to see that Dean had stripped off his shirt and shorts, revealing a surprisingly thick piece of meat. He had little body hair and was much paler than Mr. Peterson and built like a swimmer.

"I don't think that should be a problem," as he leaned over my side and gobbled the end of my cock into his mouth.

"Great, you get that end, and I'll work on this end," as Mr. Peterson kneeled down between my spread legs and mouthed my balls, sucking them one at a time into his sexy mouth. His seemingly permanent 5 o'clock shadow brushed against the smooth skin of my bag as he slurped away. Moving further south, I felt his thick tongue lap at my exposed entrance as he took advantage of my vulnerable position and inability to move. While Dean teased and edged my shaft like a fiend, I felt Mr. Peterson lapping around my tight ring and burrowing deeper with his tongue on each pass. I could hear him moaning and slurping as he rimmed my hole. Their tag team approach was making me groan and writhe on the sling, wanting more as it swayed from the chains.

Dean came up for a breather and saw how much I was enjoying Mr. Peterson's ass eating. "How's that feel, Eric?" I noticed Mr. Peterson watching and waiting for my response from between my legs as his tongue destroyed my hole.

"Fucking amazing." Once again, I was mentally comparing Lucy's father's talented tongue with his daughter's eager but not quite as satisfying efforts. At this rate, Lucy's father was going to ruin me for Lucy. He was pushing all of the right buttons despite being older and, well, not a chick.

"Wait, I have something for you to try that I think you're going to like." While Lucy's Dad continued to suck and devour my hole with a vengeance, Dean walked over to the table with the coconut oil on it and reached into a side drawer to grab a small brown bottle. Walking back to me, he opened the cap and nodded towards Mr. Peterson. "I know how good he is at that, trust me, but wait until you try it with poppers." With my wrists secured to the chain, he held the open bottle up to my left nostril and pressed closed the right. "Take a deep breath and hold it." He repeated the same with the other nostril before repeating with both nostrils. I held my breath and waited for further instructions, surprised at how willing I was to follow Dean's lead. I noticed Mr. Peterson had paused from my ass rimming while he watched us. "Okay, let your breath out and get ready for it."

I immediately let my breath out and felt a rush of sensation slam into me. My skin felt flushed and tingly as my heart hammered. What was happening? Lucy's Dad had obviously taken his cue when Dean told me to breathe and was frantically slobbering and stretching my tight ring with his tongue, pulling my cheeks wider with his meaty hands as he burrowed his muscular tongue deeper within my ass. The sensations were overwhelming as I tried to press my ass into his face, wanting to feel more of his tongue in my hole. I had never felt anything so intense and knew I had to have Mr. Peterson's thick shaft buried in my hole soon, or I'd fucking lose it. For his part, Dean was teasing and edging my throbbing cock with a glob of warm coconut oil, enjoying the reaction he was getting from me as I twisted and squirmed on the sling. "Fuck me..."

"Oh, we will, Eric, we will. Don't you worry. Just enjoy the ride and know that we are in control, not you," Mr. Peterson mischievously announced before returning to eating my ass.

In addition to being the most talented cocksucker I had met to date, Dean was skillful at teasing my rigid tool while massaging and pulling at my heavy balls. The combination of coconut oil and pre-cum was incredibly slippery, as he kept me on the edge, begging for more. I could hear my moans echoing throughout the dusty, dim warehouse as I squirmed in my bonds, swaying on the sling while my girlfriend's Dad and her best gay friend deftly played me like a two-bit fiddle. Dean reached for the brown bottle again and gave me another long snort. Every sensation intensified after I inhaled, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my shaft. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could stand, but for now, it didn't look like I had much choice in the matter.

Dean looked me in the eye and said, "So Lucy tells me that you like anal."

I wasn't sure if he meant whether I liked to give it to Lucy anally or whether I liked to be on the receiving end, but either way it was true. With Mr. Peterson thoroughly stretching and lubing my hole, I nodded, not sure where he was going with this.

"Well, great, because there's nothing I like more than a big fat schlong up my ass, as he swung one leg over me until he was facing me, straddling my waist. I realized I could either look directly at Dean's heavy cock resting on my chest with the head inches from my lips or up at Dean, who was grinning mischievously down at me while reaching behind him to continue to stroke and twist his palm up and down the greasy length of my tool. "Did you want a taste, Eric?" nodding at his cockhead close to my lips. Before I could respond, he said, "Maybe later," before Dean shifted backwards, aligning his ass crack with my slick cock. Dean was arching his ass as he moved his hole back and forth across the slippery tip of my tool. He reached for a fresh dollop of coconut oil and lathered up my dick as well as his hole. It felt amazing to have his ass teasing the head of my dick. As Dean shifted position and aligned my cockhead directly with his hole, he started to push backwards.

"Umph, I think I might need some of this," before he reached for the bottle of poppers and took a couple of hits. "Did you want some?" I nodded, feeling incapable of speaking with my cock poised to enter Dean's tight ass and Mr. Peterson rimming my hole. After giving me a couple of snorts, Dean took another sniff himself before recapping the bottle and settling back onto my cockhead. I felt myself breaching Dean's snug entrance as we both groaned and felt the popper rush hit us. Dean continued to allow his weight to drop him onto my thick cock until he was balls deep on my rod. Fuck, that felt amazing. After a moment to adjust to the girth, Dean lifted himself up before settling back down, driving my tool in and out of his hot hole. I was amazed at his strength and dexterity as he managed to impale himself over and over onto my cock cowboy-style.

I couldn't see what Mr. Peterson was doing anymore but felt his tongue take a break from my ass and saw his muscular arm reach over to take a large glob of coconut oil from the open jar. I felt him lathering the thick grease around my stretched hole and assumed he was greasing up his thick cock as well. I had guessed correctly when I felt the blunt head of his rigid tool press against my ring. Given the previous stretching he had done with his tongue, his head slid forward easily until the thick ridge slipped past my tight ring. I heard a muffled, "Fuck yeah," behind Dean. Dean glanced back to see what Mr. Peterson was up to and smiled back at me, knowing what was coming.

"I know exactly what that feels like, and you're about to get a solid pounding, lucky bitch. Here, you may want some of this," as he held the brown bottle up to my nose again. Mr. Peterson was obviously giving me a moment to adjust to his thickness while Dean rested on my cock and offered me the bottle. Once I had taken a couple hits, he took a few whiffs himself and passed it back to Lucy's Dad. I saw Mr. Peterson's handsome face peek over Dean's shoulder as he inhaled deeply. By now, we were all perfectly positioned and feeling the rush of the poppers kick in as Mr. Peterson grabbed onto the chains holding my legs in position and slid his thick cock deep into my well-prepped hole. Dean took the opportunity to lift his ass up on my shaft before sliding back down hard. The two of them were alternating thrusts, so Mr. Peterson would pump into me, followed by Dean dropping on my dick. The sling was rocking and rattling as it swung from the beam high above us. It felt surreal to be tied up helpless in an old warehouse while these two did whatever they wanted to me. Oh, Lucy, I don't know if you can compete with this. I let out a loud groan as I pumped upwards into Dean and pressed back against Lucy's Dad's powerful thrusts.

Suddenly, a loud noise filled the warehouse. The three of us turned to see the metal loading door rolling up at the back of the warehouse, letting in a blast of daylight. As the door rumbled upwards, I could see several pairs of feet standing outside. What the hell? As the door fully opened, we paused in our thrusting to look at what must have been one of Mr. Peterson's work crews returning from a job. There were seven men, well-built, dirty, and sweaty, standing in shock in the doorway looking in at us. Most of them were wearing shorts and work boots and were either shirtless or wearing tank tops. I suddenly realized that Mr. Peterson only seemed to hire hot men. Hmm.

Turning towards the large, swarthy guy in the middle, Mr. Peterson called out, "Diego! What are you guys doing back? I thought I wouldn't see you until Monday."

Diego, the crew supervisor, responded jovially, "Howdy, boss. We finished up early and thought we'd pick up a few extra supplies so we'd be ready to roll on Monday. Sorry, if we're interrupting something?"

"No, no, my bad, Diego. It's all good; I just assumed we had the warehouse free for the weekend. You guys know Dean, of course," as Dean nodded, sitting on my cock cowboy-style, "and this is Eric strapped to Big Ben," as he slid his fat shaft deeper into my hole. I grunted in response and ridiculously nodded at the pack of sweaty guys standing in the open loading dock door watching me get fucked.

"Hey Eric, nice to meet you. Congrats on taking the boss' hog. I know from experience that he's got a big, fat one."

"Oh, Eric is a fucking champ, Diego. You have no idea how tight he is."

"I can only imagine... unless Eric might be willing to demonstrate?"

"Hmm, that might be possible. What do you say, Eric? Are you up for a meet and greet with Diego and the crew?"

I looked over at the hunky group of men ogling us. Diego was groping his bulging basket and watching us intently as he waited for my response. I pictured myself getting ravished on the sling by the crew and felt my ass tingle and my cock throb in anticipation.

"Hell, why not. C'mon in, boys, and close the door behind you."

The crew cheered as they stepped into the warehouse while the door rumbled shut behind them. They proceeded to drop their gear and strip off their clothing until they were naked except for their boots. Damn, every one of the guys was ridiculously hot, with Diego likely taking the prize for the hunkiest. For his part, he had stripped down and was standing in front of us with a wolfish grin and a sizeable hunk of thick, uncut Spanish cock extended between his legs.

None of the boys seemed surprised by the sight of the sling or what their boss was up to when they were away on a job, so I assumed this wasn't their first team event. As the rest of the crew gathered around the sling, taking in the scene and stroking their dicks, several of them wandered over near my head while one of them adjusted the connection to the chain and lowered it so that my head was tilted back, looking at their impressive collection of cocks. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they were hoping for some head from the new guy as they shuffled forward with their swollen shafts in hand. Never being one to shy away from a new experience and realizing I had already dove well into the deep end of the gay pool, I opened my mouth invitingly as they edged closer. Their tools looked huge from this angle as a muscular, fur-covered ginger dipped his thick head into my open mouth. I immediately slurped the tip, enjoying the funky taste of pre-cum and salty sweat, and was rewarded with a moan from the owner. Cursing my bound hands, I moved my mouth to each swollen cock, slurping away at the amazing variety of cut and uncut, White, Black, and Hispanic dick as the four guys jockeyed for position. I was loving the taste of precum on my lips as I tried to coax more of the sweet nectar from each dick in turn.

While I had a face full of dick, Dean continued to ride my cock while giving two of the guys a coconut oil handjob, one on either side of the sling. One of the guys was a squat, muscular dude with a chest full of fur; the other looked more like a seventies porn star, complete with pornstache and mullet. The mullet man was leaning over to suck Dean's tool, while the bear played with his tits and sucked his face. Dean looked like he was in his glory.

Mr. Peterson was still sliding his thick sausage into my hungry hole, but it sounded like Diego had joined him to watch and encourage him as I felt another pair of hands pulling and twisting my slippery balls. I was surrounded by horny, sweaty, hot, naked men using and abusing me as I lay bound to a sling hanging from chains. With the industrial warehouse setting, it felt like I could be in a classic gangbang porno, especially with the quality of the hunks gathered around me. That said, it might be a stretch to call it a gangbang given I was more than willing as every part of me was stroked, teased, and reamed.

I felt Mr. Peterson sliding his thick cock free of my hole, and I immediately missed the feeling of having my ass packed full of dick. I heard him say to Diego, "I am so close to shooting a load, but I want it to last a bit longer. Did you want to take a ride?"

"Fuck yeah, boss, I'd love to try out this hot chico," as Mr. Peterson stood aside and I felt a new cock pressing against my well-lubed hole as Diego's thick slab breached my ring and slid into me. While Diego found his rhythm, I groaned and tried to suck as much cock as possible as the guys fed me their rock-hard tools and jockeyed for my mouth. The guys would keep stroking their shafts while waiting for my mouth, so they were all on the edge as I hungrily slurped away while Diego pounded my ass.

As Mr. Peterson walked to the head of the sling and added his impressive tool to the mix, the guys shuffled to make room for their boss. There seemed to be some sort of hierarchy, as the team's alpha dog slipped his cock into my waiting mouth and the four others stepped back. I couldn't get enough of Mr. Peterson's thick tool as the men watched and stroked their cocks. Mr. Peterson seemed pleased by my efforts as I slurped away on the fat, ridged head of his dick, lathering his thick shaft with my tongue. He was sliding more of his tool down my throat while I tried to relax my gag reflex. "Oh yeah, you're very good at this Eric."

Diego was relentless as he slammed into me, timing his thrusts with Mr. Peterson's face fuck as Dean ground his ass onto my cock while jerking off the bear and mullet man. I saw Dean reach for something, and he was once again holding the popper bottle up to my nose. I had to lean forward to take several sniffs before he did so himself and passed it around. I noticed he had also pulled out his phone and was aiming it at me while riding my swollen tool. Dean and his fucking camera, although I was enjoying myself too much to care. As the popper rush slammed into me, I hungrily sucked on Lucy's Dad's cock while Diego pumped into me. I could feel myself approaching orgasm, shocked that I had been able to hold out this long. As Mr. Peterson face-fucked me and Diego slammed into my prostate while Dean bounced on my cock, I arched and thrust hard up into Dean's tight hole, spraying my load deep within him.

I could feel my well-used hole clenching around Diego's thick, uncut chorizo as my cock spurted. Diego moaned as he started to cum as well, thrusting into me over and over as he pumped his load into me. Grunts, moans, and the sound of the sling swaying on the chains filled the warehouse as the two studs facing Dean lost the race and began to shoot their thick loads towards us, spraying Dean's legs as well as my chest and face. For his part, Dean never wavered from his camera work for a minute as he arched his back and shot a thick stripe of hot cum across my face as mullet man stroked him with my cock still twitching inside his hole. While I could feel warm cum splattering onto me, I tried to focus on not gagging on Lucy's Dad's thick shaft.

Mr. Peterson was gripping the chains above me and slamming his thick shaft down my throat, mashing his heavy balls against my forehead. As he tilted his head back and roared, I felt blast after blast of cum coating my throat and filling my mouth as I struggled to swallow. I didn't want to miss a single drop and kept sucking and swallowing as he continued to fuck my face. The four guys watching us while edging and stroking their cocks finally let themselves go and began to shoot onto my face and Mr. Peterson's tool as he slipped from my mouth. With my mouth empty and my tongue extended, the guys pressed forward, aiming their loads at my mouth as their swollen cocks squirted hot cum. I hungrily licked and lapped at the four tools as they twitched and emptied their balls. I realized I had become a cum pig as five cocks jockeyed for my mouth after coating my face with their loads. I took turns lapping up as much cum as I could from each dick, although I could barely see with the amount of cum covering my face.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing, and I captured it all on my phone," Dean said as I continued to suckle on the softening dicks hanging in my face. A week ago, I could never have imagined myself in this position, but here I was making sure I didn't miss a drop of cum. The warehouse was quiet other than the creaking of the chains and the sound of everyone trying to catch their breath. As Dean crawled off me, I felt someone undoing the straps around my wrists and feet before the bear helped me sit up and handed me a towel. As I tried to wipe the cum from my face, I couldn't believe how much there was of it. Had these guys been saving it up for weeks?

"How are you doing, Eric?" I looked up to see Mr. Peterson standing in front of me with a big grin on his face and his pendulous cock dripping a thick strand of cum onto the warehouse floor.

"Fuck, do you guys do this all the time?"

As everyone laughed, Mr. Peterson responded, "Well, no, not all the time, but we do like to have fun. That was a particularly hot session, thanks to you. In fact, given you may become my son-in-law one of these days, I think we should make you an honorary member of the team." Turning to the group, he asked, "Do you guys agree?"

After a resounding positive response, the team welcomed me into their sweaty midsts, and I realized my world had just significantly expanded beyond the hot sex I was regularly having with Lucy to now include her Dad and his team and, of course, Lucy's gay friend. As Dean cast his latest video of my first cum facial onto the screen above us and someone handed out beers, we watched in awe as load after load of hot cum landed on me on the big-screen. I didn't know how this would play out, but for now, I didn't give a fuck and couldn't wait for the next club meeting.