A wet, sucking heat on my cock slowly pulled me from the depths of sleep. I don't know how long I'd been out, but as I began to wake I could feel how warm and humid the room had become, the air heavy and redolent with the intoxicating smell of sex and sweat.
I dragged my eyes open to see Jon languidly bobbing up and down on my fully erect dick, Jason's hand fisted in his damp, matted hair, guiding his movements while he stared down at him.
"Oh yeah... you like that, don't you, buddy?" Jason said, his voice encouraging and lulling. Jon moaned something around the head of my cock as his tongue laved the crown before he dove back down all the way to the root, burying his face in my dank pubic bush, some of the hairs curling out at the corners of his mouth as my dick lodged deep in his throat.
"Huh? What's that Johnny Boy?" Jason asked, leaning his head toward Jon's. "You want more cock?"
Jon groaned again and I must have as well because Jason's head snapped up and when he caught my eyes, the corners of his mouth tugged up into a malevolent grin. "Ah, there you are, Pussy. Finally awake."
He straightened up to his full height and that's when I noticed he was stroking his jutting cock. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes wide. Once again it reminded me of a carved ivory tusk, its curved eight inch length slick and shiny with lube and pre-cum, as he slowly fisted it from root to tip.
I looked up into his eyes and caught a glimpse of something sinister before I returned my attention to his sensual masturbation. I licked my lips as I watched his hand travel up and down the length of his shaft and he huffed a derisive laugh.
"You're such a cockwhore."
I heard more skin on skin and reluctantly glanced toward the noise to see Austin standing on the other side of the bed. He too was naked, stroking his cock with one hand while holding a GoPro in the other, filming Jon going down on me as well as my reactions. As if caught in a tractor beam, my head swiveled toward him.
I think this was the first time I really got a good look at his body. He was a couple inches taller than Jason - still three inches shy of my 6'4 - and although Jason had the more commanding presence, Austin exuded pure testosterone-soaked power. He was magnificent. Fucking glorious.
While Jason's muscles were toned and sleek, Austin's rippled like breathing granite. He reminded me of the statue of Hercules I'd seen when I visited Naples a few years ago. But while statues of Greek and Roman gods featured small, uncut penises, Austin's was anything but. Fuck! Easily eight inches long and the circumference of a beer can, it had a wide flared glans and deep piss slit, and was so fat his fist could barely get around it. A pearl of pre-cum oozed out and I watched, entranced, as he smeared it over his prick tip with his calloused thumb, wondering how the heck I'd been able to take that whole thing up my hole!
It was marbled with veins and as he continued to slowly stroke it, it undulated and swayed, like a cobra poised to strike, its single eye staring at me like a blind cyclops. The effect was almost hypnotic and I shuddered as I recalled the intense fucking I'd received earlier.
I opened my mouth to say...something, and realized I was gagged with the penis gag. The hell? I tried to spit it out and when I couldn't, I went to pull it out only to discover that my wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bedposts. What the fuck?! I was tied spread eagle, splayed out like some cheap whore. The mattress was cum-splotched from the twin fuckings Jon and I'd received earlier and I could feel the damp stickiness on my skin.
The wet heat of Jon's suctioning mouth dragging up and down the length of my shaft pulled me back into the moment and I reluctantly tore my gaze from Austin's monster cock to focus on Jon and what that magic mouth of his was doing to me. Fuck, just watching him work my dick with his lips and tongue was a thing of beauty. Exquisite, really. And when he took both my balls into his mouth, lashing his tongue around them, my eyes rolled so far back in my head I could almost see myself think.
He began to lick the underside of my twitching dick, tracing the throbbing vein with his shiny lips and flickering tongue, saliva drooling down onto my balls. He dipped his head and swiped his tongue over my wiry scrotum to lap at it before licking back up, slowly and deliberately. When he opened wide to once again take the fat crown into his mouth, our eyes met.
He had a wild, manic look in his eyes, and his face was like a glazed donut, shining with half-dried drool and cum. He was amped up - pupils blown wide - and I knew Jason had given him something else, probably some kind of mixture of GHB and Ecstasy, or maybe even Ketamine or Mephedrone. I'd seen that look before, back when I was a beat cop doing drug raids with Pete, so while Jon was in the room, I seriously doubted he was making any memories at the moment. Fuck, the way Jason and Austin were gripping their fists in his mop of hair, guiding his slurping mouth up and down my cock, told me he was on autopilot and just reacting to the stimuli being introduced to him.
And I knew I should be righteously pissed at that. Pissed at what Jason had done to him: how he'd drugged him, fucked him, and then reduced him to nothing more than a raving cocksucker. But the moment Jon's mouth closed over the head of my cock - his swirling tongue laving the tip of my prick, the wet suctioning heat - I didn't give a fuck. Jason had found the right combination of buttons to push in me and right now all I wanted was cock. On my dick, in my mouth, and in my hole. I groaned in pleasure, arching my back like a contented cat, as Jon once again took me down his throat.
"What's that?" Jason asked as he unbuckled the leather strap of the gag and eased it from my mouth. I moaned and sighed, and as if reading my mind, he said, "Cock. Yeah, you want cock, don't you?"
I nodded, because along with having no fucks, I apparently also had no shame. He barked a sharp laugh.
I noticed again how warm it was in the room and wondered why they were deliberately keeping the air-conditioning off because it was stifling. I gazed down the length of my bound body, flesh stretched tautly across muscle, and saw the neat overlay of body hair slick with a sheen of sweat. My tawny nipples glistened at the corners of my pectoral ridge and my armpits were wet and slimy, my musk-scented deodorant long ago eclipsed by the ripe, pungent smell of body odor.
