Chapter 5 Hanks New Home

Chapter Five: Hank's new home

Hank watched out the window of the car as they made their way from the prison to the small field about twenty minutes away where he saw a hangar and a helipad. The car ride was mostly silent aside from Jane explaining a few things in legal jargon and having him sign a fistful of papers.

Stephanie parked the car in the hangar and let them out then walked through a door and disappeared. Jane led Hank out of the hangar and toward the helipad occupied by a large helicopter. Not that Hank had ever seen a helicopter up close, but still, this thing was huge. When they made their way to the other side, there was a small step-ladder leading to the open door, and beside the ladder was Stephanie.

Somehow, in the time that Jane and Hank made their way to the flying beast, Stephanie had gotten changed. The pants and shoes and gloves remained the same, but now she wore a blinding white long sleeve shirt. On the shoulders were straps with black bands, and on them were gold bars. There was a gold pair of wings pinned above her breast pocket, and a black tie with a gold tie clip. On her head she wore a pilot's hat.

Hank tried not to stare, but she was gorgeous. It made it even harder to not stare when he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were naturally that perky and perfect. He also noticed that the white shirt was so thin and soft that it made her nipples hard and he could almost make out her areolas. For the first time since he was in the private sale room, he could feel a familiar restraining sensation in his pants. He looked away and climbed into the helicopter behind Jane.

When he stepped into the helicopter, Hank looked around and was dumbfounded. When he thought of a helicopter he thought of a small two-seater used by police or news crews, or maybe larger ones used by the military to transport troops into otherwise inaccessible areas. This was something much more.

There was a plush, white leather couch with tan accents and gold stitching along the right side of the helicopter that wrapped around the back like a sectional sofa. There was a soft white carpet, it wasn't carpet, it was fur. The floor was lined with fur. The top was the same tan accent leather with gold stitching, and buttons holding it to the structure. There was a mini fridge, a tv, and a coffee table set up as well.

This wasn't just a helicopter, this was a flying luxury lounge. Jane put on a headset and instructed Hank to do the same. Stephanie started the aircraft, and they became airborne. His first time in a helicopter was definitely one to remember.

"Don't get used to air travel," Jane's voice came in through the headset, "I just didn't feel like being stuck in that car the whole way home."

"I understand." Hank replied.

Jane turned on the television and suddenly the sound of the rotors was drowned out and through the headset he heard an unmistakable sound. Porn. He heard the sound of pounding, moaning, and grunting. He looked up and almost couldn't believe what he saw.

On the screen was a man and two women. The man had a tall redhead with large breasts on her knees and elbows as he fucked her from behind. While he was taking the redhead from behind, she had her face buried between the thighs of another, younger, blonde woman.

The blonde woman looked familiar. Stephanie. Jane had recorded Stephanie having a threesome with a man and another woman who resembled....

Oh my god, Hank thought as the redhead on the screen pulled her face away from Stephanie. It was none other than Jane herself. Hank ignored the cage that felt like it was getting smaller by the second and turned his head to look at Jane. Her cum stained black dress was pulled down on one side to expose her right breast, her left hand squeezing it. The bottom front of her dress was lifted up enough for her right hand to access the space between her thighs, where she used her two middle fingers to rub in circles on her clit. Hank became harder and harder until he yelped in pain.

Jane looked at Hank with a smirk, removed her hand from her breast and reached into her purse, tossed him a key, then placed her hand back on her breast. She began to moan. Hank fumbled to catch the key, like in a cartoon it seemed to bounce off of his hand and into the air three times before he could catch it. Finally he had the key in hand. He rose to his feet, unbuckled his belt and pulling down his pants and underwear as he did so, and frantically unlocked the cage.

As he removed the cage his cock stood at attention and he heard Jane speak.

"Don't touch it. I just don't need that thing injuring you. I'll have a proper one made for you. Put your cock away and get on your knees." Hank did as he was told. She motioned for him to crawl to her. When he was in place he had a perfect view of her pussy as she masturbated.

"You ever watch a woman masturbate to her own porn before?" She asked him. He simply shook his head in response, not breaking eye contact with her dripping hole. He was waiting for further instruction,  hoping her next word would be 'eat'.

She didn't speak again as she continued. Hank remained in position for about five minutes until he heard Jane scream through the headset, both on the video and from her masturbating. He watched with an open mouth as a stream of liquid erupted from her pussy and covered his face, neck, and shoulders. His brand new tailored suit was soaked. Anna was right, she tasted good.

Jane motioned for him to sit back on the couch, readjusted her dress, turned off the tv, and looked at him as if nothing had happened.

"We are about 5 minutes away." She said. Hank looked out the window and in the distance saw what looked like a medieval castle. The castle grew larger as they approached. As the castle transformed from a speck in the distance into a full-sized, legitimate castle, the helicopter landed and the engines died down. Once the rotors stopped spinning Stephanie opened the door and let them out. First Jane, who moved quickly and told Stephanie to show Hank around, then Hank.

She looked at his wet face and shirt, and smirked. "That's her favorite video you know." She said with pride.

"Follow me." Stephanie said as if the previous statement, along with the in-flight entertainment, never occurred. She glanced down at the tent in his pants then turned and walked away. Hank followed.

She gave him the typical tour of any place where you stayed as a long-term guest; restrooms, kitchens, sauna, pool, media room, tennis courts, garage, gym, etc. Then she walked him to a wing of the castle with some not-so-typical rooms.

Orgy room: invite only. Do not enter.

Masturbation room: free use, must not masturbate anywhere else without permission, recording in progress at all times.

Laboratory: invite only. Do not enter.

Film studio: invite only. Do not enter.

Dungeon: private. Do not enter.

Hank was finally led to a hallway with a sign above it that read "living quarters" in a fancy font with gold paint. The living quarters hall was a hallway that had ten doors on either side, spaced evenly apart, at the end was a larger door that read "showers" in the same font. Hank was lead to the fourth door on the left, marked with a "4L" in gold on a solid, natural colored, oak door. He was given a key and a cell phone and told he was permitted to roam freely. Intake would begin tomorrow. If he had and questions he could ask anyone. Stephanie looked down and frowned at the front of his pants which were no longer pointed in front of him. Then, she turned and walked away.

Inside the room was impressive. There was a king-size bed with a plush blanket, a large closet, a small restroom, a sink, mini-fridge, entertainment center, tv, and a game console that didn't exist in his home reality. It was nice. Nicer than anything he had ever seen in person. He did notice something different, in the far corner of the room at the very top was a camera and an intercom. Oh well, couldn't complain if they wanted to watch him sleep.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and when Hank answered it he was greeted by a large, muscular, white man, standing with nothing more than a cobalt blue towel around his waist. The man was clean-shaven and had no body hair. His hair was about three inches long and looked like it was only ever combed by genetics.

"Hey new guy, wanna take a shower and go for a swim?" The man asked. "Name is Alex by the way."

Hank agreed but didn't know where to find a towel.

"Towels are in the shower pre-room. Just take off your clothes and throw them in the hamper and come to the shower room. The nozzles are weird, I'll show you how to use them." Before, Hank would have hesitated at being naked in front of someone he wasn't dating, but lately things had changed. He got naked and walked alongside Alex to the shower room.

Through the door was the "pre-room." It had cedar lined walls, a floating shelf full of towels, and saloon doors leading to the showers. Alex took off his towel and hung it on a hook on the wall opposite the towels then turned around and motioned for Hank to follow.

Hank tried not to look, but he did. Alex was hung like Mr Python. He didn't have a cock, he had a third leg growing.

"Don't worry, if Jane likes you she will give you a free augmentation. Makes you more valuable to a kind or rich woman after your time is up here. Jason's cock actually vibrates. Ha!" Alex walked through the saloon doors into the steamy room where the showers were already running.

Hank was handed a bar of soap by another well-hung man, black this time, and with a beard down to the center of his chest.

"Don't drop it." The man said. Don't drop the soap, ah, that was original.  Hank stepped under one of the nozzles and let the water run over his body. He grabbed the soap and began to lather up. The soap slipped out of his hand and landed on the floor with a plop. Hank shook his head and, without a second thought, bent over to pick it up.

Before he could grip the bar of soap he felt a sudden sharp pain in his asshole. He grunted in pain and doubled over as the pain came again. He tried to stand up but a hand on his waist held him in place as another hand on the back of his neck kept him bent over. He was being raped by the big black guy who gave him the bar of soap. His cock was huge, his girth was easily the size of a man's fist. He kept fucking Hank until the pain was unbearable. Hank screamed in pain and the man laughed.

"Can't hurt that bad if you're hard." He said. Hank looked down and the man was right. His cock was stiff as a board. A pair of white feet stood before him. Hank looked up and saw Alex in front of him, hard cock in hand, stroking.

"Open up." Alex said. No way, no way was that thing going in his mouth. It was way too big. Alex pried open Hank's mouth and began to stuff his hard cock inside. Hank began to gag but Alex didn't care, he shoved until the tip of his massive cock was wedged at the back of Hank's throat. Alex grabbed the back of his head with both hands and with each thrust in the ass from the black man, Alex thrusted deeper in Hanks throat. He could see less and less of the cock each time it was inside of him.

Finally Alex and the black man were thrusting in unison. Alex's cock was shoved down Hank's throat with force, bulging his throat; at the same time, the goliath black cock in his ass was rearranging his intestines each time it went in. After a few minutes the pain dulled and the pleasure overcame it. His cock began to drip, then flow semen as he continued to be violated from both ends simultaneously. Alex pulled out of his mouth and began to stroke his cock again.

"My turn with his ass Darryl, don't be greedy." The man in his ass, Darryl, kept one hand firmly gripping Hanks waist and used the other to grab his shoulder and stand him upright. Darryl gave one last thrust and Hank looked down. He saw his stomach bulging out almost three inches. It was Darryl's cock bulging out of his stomach from inside his asshole.

Darryl grunted and moaned as Hank could feel the massive appendage throbbing as he ejaculated deep inside of Hank. The spurts continued for a few more seconds as Hank felt his insides get a little warmer from the semen. Darryl unsheathed his cock from Hank's intestines and almost immediately, Alex shoved himself inside.

With the two shower rapists having switched positions, the violating continued. Alex fucked his ass while Darryl bulged his throat. He could taste the anal mucus and leftover cum on the cock as he was facefucked. Hank noticed that he was still erect and dripping cum like a leaky faucet.  Their cocks were so long that they were rearranging his intestines so it wasn't as if they were hitting his prostate. He was cumming from pure pleasure at having his anus stretched and his throat used.

The two continued to use him like a worthless whore. After Alex came in his ass they laughed.

"Welcome to your new home." They said, then walked out of the shower. Hank dropped to the floor, exhausted. His anal ring quivered and gaped. He pushed, and he could feel the warm white liquid leaving his hole, then dripping down the backside of his scrotum, and onto the floor. He kept pushing until his prolapse came out. He reached behind him and stroked it, wiping their cum off, then bringing his hand to his mouth to taste it. Suddenly he was filled with cum-lust.

He scrambled to his knees and brought his face an inch above the ground where there lay a large puddle of cum that he pushed out of his ass. He slurped and licked like a starving dog. He got every last drop. He savored the flavor each time it hit his tongue. He moaned with pleasure and stroked his prolapse with every swallow. When it was all gone, he pushed his insides back inside, then stood up. At the doorway, standing with her arms crossed and a seductive look on her face was Stephanie.

"I think you'll fit in just fine." She said. She uncrossed her arms, then turned and walked away.