My standard warning - over-the-top, far-fetched, excessive smut. Contains lots of humiliation, non-consent and blackmail elements. Read at your peril and enjoy!
Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement from readers who enjoy my stories, and special thanks to Literotica legend donaldelliott11 who very kindly proofread and helped edit this.
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After being butt-fucked by Ed, Steve was given a brief respite. It was only 8:00 pm. The guys got drinks, rolled joints, or packed their vapes, and then jumped in the split level pool and hot tub. The nine men mostly roamed between the kitchen and the back porch area.
Doug, Kevin and Amir attacked the leftover barbecue with their hands and Ron made mixed drinks, thrusting a tall one in Steve's hand. Almost all of them had cum once, some twice, either most down Steve's throat or on his face, neck and chest, but Ed and Bob up his backside as well. They were all still feeling horny and loose, so no one put on a stitch of clothes. It felt good to be naked, with each other, cocks and balls out like when they were younger. Pissing freely into the weeds over the side of the deck. The sun set and the night was warm, and whenever the music dropped between the songs played on their bluetooth speakers, the lake was loud with crickets and cicadas.
The bachelor collected himself in the quiet bathroom, but once he reemerged Bob grabbed him by the neck and addressed the group.
"Everyone, keep an eye on the man of honor. Don't let him go off by himself." He clasped Steve's neck as he spoke, making clear that he was still being detained. So someone was always "on" Steve, keeping him close, holding on to him. An arm on the shoulder, a hand around his naked waist, or just backing him into a corner, boxing him into the wall with their big hips and ass, sitting close next to him to remind him that he was in their custody, that he was theirs. As Steve moved meekly between the groupings of the bigger naked men he felt like a captive warrior from a rival tribe, completely defeated and held prisoner by a triumphant war party in celebration.
While some of the guys had a cannonball contest, husky, redheaded Doug called Steve over to him and had him sit beside him in a lounge chair. He collared his heavy arm around Steve's neck and made him share his beer, bringing the bottle to the bachelor's lips. He kept him close, reminiscing how Ed's older brother had procured for them their very first beers, teasing Steve for being a lightweight. As he spoke, he played with his smaller friend's body, rubbing his back, squeezing his sides. Eventually he openly fondled the man's chest like a woman's breasts. Those bountiful, well-built pecs kind of felt like a pair of tits, Doug realized.
Kevin had said earlier how he had always had a desire to screw the little guy in the rear despite not being consciously aware of it. That was not the case for Doug, he thought- he knew for a fact that until tonight he had experienced zero sexual interest in Steve or any man. Still, he felt drawn to molest him, to assert himself.
It was the free license, he realized. Something about getting to act on uninhibited sexual entitlement got him off. He stuck his finger in Steve's mouth, prompting the weaker man to suck. His wife would have swatted his hand away, but Steve just obligingly fellated his digits. Besides, like all of the guys, Doug recognized that Steve was attractive- gorgeous even, a classically handsome blonde with a taut, mostly hairless body like a fitness model. There was something incredibly inviting about the smaller man's body, his bare skin. It was just instinct to want to violate the pretty boy. It wasn't just his good looks though - it was his demeanor. The agreeability, the weakness. The reason he was Bunny in the first place. Doug wanted to put it in him. To slip him the salami like Bunny was his prison bitch.
It was this self-discovery, as well as the MDMA, that prompted the man to remove his fingers from Steve's mouth, bring his hand between his legs and shove them into the bachelor's backside, hooking them between his butt cheeks and right into his hole.
Steve winced at the intrusion but made no attempt to retreat. Instead he sat there and began to breathe out purposefully, and actually tried to make the invasion easier by spreading his legs open wider on the porch chair. The weaker man knew there was no escape to be had - the embarrassing truth was that despite his superior physique, each of these men individually was stronger than him.
It had played out in countless play fights and impromptu wrestling matches throughout their youth, where Steve had always ended up easily pinned, face down, defeated and helpless. The guys had only packed on pounds as they aged. Any one of these men alone could have easily restrained him - all of them together, he was completely hopeless.
Doug kept diddling at his hole, adding more fingers, as his other arm massaged Steve's breasts, feeling him up lewdly.
Bob came over and handed Doug some lube. After applying it, he grabbed the bachelor by his hips and placed him on his lap. Gravity did most of the work, and he yelped like a kicked dog as he fell upon the hard-on. He collected himself, pushing back, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. Soon enough he began to enjoy the rigid prong lancing his guts. Before Steve knew it, he was riding Doug reverse cowgirl on the lounge chair.
"Give your ass to me Bunny," He grunted, then laid back and let his butt-fucked friend do most of the work, energetically squatting and bouncing over his cock.
"Look at Bunny bounce!" Kevin hollered. All of the men were watching him getting rogered for the third time that night.
"She's a fucking natural," Doug praised, slapping his haunches, lifting his hips a bit before sitting back in the chair as Steve rode him.
"Doug you lazy fuck. It's Bunny's bachelor party, give him a real fuck, put your fat ass into it," Bob yelled.
"Alright Bobby, I'll give her the kind of fuck I was giving your wife before she walked out on your ass!" Doug countered, then sat up and positioned himself to more forcefully pound Steve's rear.
Doug began to get into it, pumping his hips up. He put all of his 230 lbs. into porking his friend, who stopped his cowgirl ride and instead held onto the sides of the lounge chair for dear life. Doug's dick was shorter than either Bob or Ed's, but the force of gravity meant Steve was completely impaled on all 6 ½ inches of the thick boner.
As Doug pounded away, Steve's whole body trembled, his belly and tiny hard penis jiggling. Amir was again entranced by its small size, squatting beside the chair and taking it in his hands momentarily. Craig and Kevin followed with their phones' cameras.
"See his hard little penis? It really looks like a woman's engorged clitoris, doesn't it?"
Soon all of the men were gathered around the lawn chair, focused on the spinning 4 inches of boner that windmilled and whirled around between his legs. They murmured in agreement, many of them pawing at their own cocks as they soaked up Steve's debasement.
"Of course it's a clit! I'm no homo, I only fuck chicks," Doug hollered from below Steve, laughing and reaching around his lover's waist to tussle and shake his little erection. Amir placed one big hand on Steve's heaving belly and raised his glass above his head with the other.
"Then it's official. From now on, Bunny just has a clit, not a cock, dick or even a penis. He just has a clit."
The men toasted to Amir's pronouncement as Doug rearranged Steve's insides. The big man leaned back in the chair, holding on to his bottom's chest to bring him back with him. Doug pushed his knees between the bachelor's legs to keep them spread wide, and held his body close to his as he rocked in and out. The redhead kept at his fast pace, drilling Steve's rear while rubbing his hands from his neck down to his thighs, making the sodomized man moan with delight as he was violated.
All the men watched while Doug brought it home, humping upwards as he shouted in ecstasy. Kevin got closest, hard-on in hand, crouching down to stare between both men's legs, and watch Doug's big hairy balls pulse as they visibly deposited their seed into Steve's stretched hole. Bob slapped the bachelor's hand away when he tried to jerk himself off.
"Trust me, you don't want to come yet, Bunny," he warned as Doug got out from under him, leaving him panting and defeated on the lawn chair.
As soon as the heavy man was standing, Kevin crawled on to the chair with Steve, throwing his muscular legs over his shoulders. He brought his hips to the bachelor's spread open thighs, lining his crimson cock head against Steve's cum-lubricated hole, and plunged it in. The smaller man gasped but was pinned beneath Kevin's sizable bulk, his ball gut pressing him down into the lawn chair. He wasn't going anywhere, and Doug's departure had left him desperate to be filled once again. Despite himself, Steve placed his hands on Kevin's sizable ass cheeks.
Several of the men chuckled at this, at the way their friend was imitating a woman, inviting a man's cock into him. Bob took a picture of the new coupling, then leaned down to whisper in Steve's ear. "See what I mean? We're nowhere near done," The bachelor was taunted by his best man.
"So just forget about your little clit and focus on how good Kevvy's making your pussy feel with his dick." Bob ruffled Steve's hair then backed up to record the mounting.
Somehow this was the most degrading fuck yet. Face to face, staring into the eyes of the man violating him, the man whose penis was embedded deeply in his guts. Kevin's fat stomach and chest sealing against his own abdomen with every push. He watched the blonde brute's red face as he fucked him, his doglike panting and felt his warm, alcohol-rich breathe on his chest. He had climbed out of the pool to sodomize him, but soon the chlorinated water soaking his body was replaced by his sweat as he exerted himself with each thrust. Kevin kept Steve's gaze, looking at him with a slight smirk as he roughly plundered the smaller man's body for his pleasure.
When Steve tried to let go of his lover's wide rump, Kevin grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on his big butt cheeks again.
"That's it. Hold onto my fat ass. You're my woman. Keep me in you," The gloating man panted as he humped. Several of the spectators chuckled. Steve closed his eyes but suddenly he felt Kevin's hand roughly shake his face.
"No. Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at me while I fuck you." Steve brought himself to meet his fuming conqueror's gaze. Kevin had always been a class clown and a goof, but with a mean streak beneath the humor. Now he was letting it all out on his handsome friend, banging him like a whore and making him look him in the eyes while butt-fucking him.
Luckily for Steve, the power trip of the demeaning ass reaming brought Kevin to the quickest orgasm of the night. The portly man roared with abandon, emptying his big nuts into Steve's guts, then collapsed atop him.
