I remember going to the college party with some friends. I remembered meeting the two guys now sitting beside me at the party, but can't recall their names. And, where are my friends? Where am I?
Sitting between these two, I felt a numbness that shouldn't have come from the small amount of alcohol I had consumed. I tried to stand so I could get some water and figure out my surroundings, but I found myself off-balance, and sat back down.
"Don't worry, what you got won't harm you, honey, it'll just make you very, very persuadable," Laird told me. Yes, that's right! The skinny guy is named Laird, and the husky blonde is Tomas.
They assisted me to stand, with Tomas supporting me for balance. My neck wrenched a bit as Tomas roughly pulled my t-shirt over my head. Laird pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. Oddly to me, my cock started to stiffen. It was a contradiction of feelings, to know I had no control, and feel aroused at the same time. It was an intoxicating feeling.
Despite my fear, or perhaps because of it, I compliantly stepped out of my flip-flops and shorts. Then I felt Laird's mouth close over my cock as as he began sucking me. Tomas held my arms tightly behind me. I could feel his erection through the denim of his jeans as he pressed against my body, holding me still.
I had not consented; my arousal was being taken from me involuntarily. I was being violated. Yet, my cock had hardened in his mouth and my entire body began tingling with pleasure.
With his German accent, Tomas whispered in my ear, "I love to watch him milk other guys. Just give in and let him take your warm seed."
My scrotum had tightened up against my body. I did not have enough physical control to prevent this if I wanted to, but I wasn't sure I wanted to, either. So I gave in, and let myself enjoy what Laird was doing to me.
My breathing changed from anxious, to relaxed. I started letting out gentle sighs of pleasure.
"Good, good," Tomas whispered as I felt his thick, wet finger slip past my anus, and come to rest on my prostate.
Soon, I was moaning involuntarily, and my breathing was getting shallow and quick. The energy throughout my body told me of the inevitability that these men were going to successfully rob me of my seed and my pride, for their own pleasure.
Laird had a magical mouth. The changing pressures, active tongue, and rhythmic pulse he provided enslaved me to his commitment to make me cum.
Were it not for Tomas' support I would have collapsed, as my orgasm seemed to roar in from my toes, and then engulf my whole body in twitching spasms. I almost blacked out as my body violently emptied my seed into Laird's thirsty mouth in several overwhelming waves.
Laird held me in his mouth, using his tongue to swirl my cum around my cockhead as my orgasm subsided. He showed me my load in his mouth, then milked the last of my cum from my still erect, but now very sensitive cock.
I was assisted to a seat on the couch. I still struggled with mobility, so I watched as they kissed passionately while undressing each other. I had just cum in Laird's mouth, and Tomas seemed very interested in tasting it. It was clear that I was an involuntary pawn in whatever fantasy they were living out together.
