XXX'd Box Set (books 1-4) (gay humiliation role-play BDSM erotica) (3 page)

“Look at that,” he heard Dorothy’s manly voice
from behind. “This little bitch is hard as a rock. He must like the clown
mobile.”

One of the clowns squeezed Kyle’s cock, teasing the
tip and pressing another muffled moan out of him. He voiced it around the thick
dick that by now had his face wet with tears and saliva.

“Oh yeah! Eat that!” Mohawk grunted above him,
even though he couldn’t actually make Kyle swallow. He backed away and ripped
the condom off, ready to finish himself off with his hand.

Dan pushed Kyle’s head down into the mattress and
pulled his shirt all the way to his neck. “Shoot here,” he said and seconds
later, Kyle could feel cum dripping onto the skin on his back; hot and sticky.

“Well done!” Dorothy laughed and Kyle felt him
tying something to the tip of his cock, just under the crown. It didn’t hurt
but it was almost too much in such a sensitive area. “You get a balloon for
that, bitch.” The moment Dorothy finished saying that, Kyle felt a gentle tug
of the string and he realized he had a helium balloon tied to his penis. A wave
of embarrassment and arousal mingled in one washed all over him like a hot
tide, fueled by a choked grunt from the driver’s seat.

The silicone balls kept moving in and out of his
hole, teasing the bundle of nerves deep inside, while the string on Kyle’s cock
kept tugging on his most sensitive spot with even the tiniest jerk of his body.
He was on fire, writhing, pushing back into the invasion. He cried out when
Green pulled the beads out, and arched up in a wordless plea for more.

“The bitch wants your cock up his ass.” Dan’s
voice sounded low and dangerous, just how Kyle loved it most. They’d been
together for three years and that tone never failed to melt his body all over.
Before he knew what was happening, the clowns pushed him on his back, Dorothy
leaning over him and forcing Kyle’s criss crossed ankles as close to his chest
as they went, spreading his thighs wide while Green took position at Kyle’s
ass. The sight of them looming over him like a pack of hungry wolves only
fueled the fire burning deep in his chest. This had to be the hottest thing
he’d ever done, no questions asked.

“He is so going to destroy your precious hole,”
Dorothy whispered, looking at Kyle with an intensity that made him want to
growl. He felt like a king. Even if he was being called names and manhandled,
he still was like the most important person in the van and reveled in every
second of it.

Kyle let out a prolonged moan, sensing the tip of
the cock between his ass cheeks. “Please be gentle...” he uttered, biting hard
on his lip to force back the smile that threatened to bloom on his lips.
Another tug at his cock reminded him of the balloon, which was now floating
above him, fighting to reach the ceiling. It was red and heart-shaped. The sole
idea of having it tied to his penis was so outrageous he’d have to later
congratulate the person who came up with it. God, and the pull itself was just
right. His hole clenched in anticipation of what was to come and he could
already see the balloon bouncing in the air with each thrust of a clown dick.

“Says who? The little slut we’re going to keep in
a cage during the whole tour?” Dan dug his fingers into Kyle’s cheeks, forcing
him to look up. He’d removed the huge trousers and shirt at some point and was
now naked save for the mask and a pair of well-worn combat boots. Kyle’s mouth
watered as he watched his boyfriend stroke himself, and when Green finally made
the push, stretching his relaxed hole inch by inch, Kyle's mind went blank with
pleasure.

He tried to look down his body, bewildered when he
realized the shaft wasn’t smooth at all. Tiny nubs that covered the condom
teased Kyle's sensitive insides, making him twitch and look up at the man who
fucked him.

In the sparse light coming from the front of the
car, he looked into the scariest clown face ever, with spiky, plastic teeth
that looked like a shark’s, and blood splatter on the left side of Green’s
face. Even his eyes seemed manic through the holes of the silicone mask as he
drove in deep into Kyle’s defenseless body.

“We’ll only take you out of your tiny cage at
night and fuck you in the dirt.” Dorothy’s breath hitched as he stroked Kyle’s
stomach while palming his own cock through the dress. With the clear, wet patch
at the front, it looked obscene.

“Let me go, I won’t tell the cops.” Kyle pleaded,
panting and looking into Green’s eyes. It was intense, with that cock slamming
in deep each time, in controlled, well-angled thrusts. Kyle convulsed when the
head brushed over his prostate. Bent in half as he was and unable to fill his
lungs all the way, he was quickly becoming light-headed.

“I think you have to fuck him faster, he’s not
shutting up.” Mohawk laughed from the corner where he sat, exhausted after his
orgasm.

“Yeah, I think the bitch needs that,” Green
grunted and pulled out a bit, just to start pushing in again with more vigor.

The nubs were such a new experience, Kyle still
didn’t know what to think of it. Each one of them burned his sphincter and sent
sparks up his cock, and he moaned the moment Dorothy playfully pulled on the
balloon string.

“I think I know how to deal with that loud mouth.”
Dan tapped his bare prick on Kyle’s mouth, demanding entrance.

Kyle didn’t even think before licking its
underside, and ah, how great it was to taste the salty flesh. His lips trembled
and he panted with each of Green’s thrusts, pinned to the mattress with the
clown's considerable weight. He wasn’t going fast yet, entering Kyle in long,
rounded strokes, stretching him as he went in deep.

“Open up that hole!” Dan twisted Kyle’s nipple,
tugging on it hard enough for Kyle’s asshole to twitch around Green. The clown
growled behind the mask, picking up the pace, his horrendous face hovering over
Kyle like a bad omen.

Before, Kyle had only felt Green’s cock brush
against his prostate now and then, but it was getting more intense with every
thrust, and it took effort to focus on Dan’s prick. He didn’t want to
disappoint, and sucked around the tip with a breathless moan. He reveled in the
slick softness of the head as he pressed his tongue into salty the slit.

From the side, he heard sounds of fervent
masturbation. Dorothy had his eyes half closed as he pumped his own cock with a
clenched fist “Hurry up, will you? I’m coming in him, not on him.” Hearing that
with two cocks spit roasting his bound body had Kyle melting.

“Shut it,” he grunted. Green knew what he was
doing. His thrusts became stronger, sharper, until he was slamming into Kyle
for all he was worth. It was obvious he would be coming soon and Dorothy
already shifted position, anxious for his turn.

“Oh fuck... that bitch loves it!” Green threw his
head back with a throaty groan and after a couple of powerful thrusts, he was
done, and it could have only been better if he shot inside instead of into the
condom, but that was not an option.

Kyle was trembling all over and he whimpered the
moment Dorothy let go of the balloon and it tugged on the crown of his cock
again.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Dan snapped, pulling out of
Kyle’s mouth in one smooth motion. “You’re only coming when I let you. And
that’s gonna be when I’m done with you.” He chuckled, pulling out a red,
leather cockring from the box where they had all the accessories. He quickly
put it on the base of Kyle’s cock and poked the tip. “That’s better.” Kyle
could only mewl for mercy, but knew but knew he'd only get to come when Dan
wanted him to.

Green pulled out with a satisfied grunt. “Over to
you.” He grinned behind the false clown teeth, showing Kyle’s ass to Dorothy in
a generous gesture of a landowner giving away his crops.

“Thank God you don’t last all that long.” Dorothy
took his place, pushing in all the way as soon as he managed to align his prick
with the well-lubed hole. It felt like being stabbed with a merciless, burning
hot spear. Kyle wanted for nothing.

Green slapped the back of Dorothy’s head, crooking
his mask, but Dorothy was too far gone to care, and lifted the hem of his dress
in annoyance. He had to stop after several thrusts to tuck it into the
neckline, exposing his well-built, hairy stomach. The girly outfit looked
strangely appealing on a buff guy like him, more kinky and hot than anything
else.

“How you like that, huh?” Dan bowed over him.
“Tell him how much you want him fucking you, cunt,” he whispered and when their
eyes met, it was like having a jolt of electricity spark right through them,
powerful enough to join them even when they weren’t physically touching.

“Yes please, fuck me like that, Dorothy,” Kyle
uttered, moving his hips around as if that could relieve his trapped dick.

Mohawk snorted from his corner and slowly made his
way to them on his knees.

“What did that bitch just call me?” Dorothy
groaned behind his mask, hips pumping as if he were a fucking machine working
on the highest setting.

“He called you ‘Dorothy’.” Mohawk cackled before
slapping the side of Kyle’s face and shoving two fingers into his mouth. “Isn’t
it fitting?”

“Fuck you,” Dorothy spat and his hands went
straight for Kyle’s throat, but before he could even try and choke him, it got
him a slap from Dan. He pulled his hands away with a growl and settled on
working his cock hard and fast up Kyle’s pulsating ass. It sent shivers up
Kyle’s prick, but with the cock ring on, there was no release coming.

“That so is your new nickname!” laughed the
driver, but Dorothy didn’t seem to listen.

“Yeah, fuck him! Will you finish in twenty?” Green
teased, sheepishly stroking his hand down Dorothy’s chest.

“I’m fucking finishing this... asshole... now...”
Dorothy panted, grabbing Kyle’s hips with a firm grip. The force was what got
Kyle off most. Dorothy came with a low grunt, moving in his hot body for a few
more seconds, savoring the orgasm. “Oh yeah, that’s one tight ass...”

“It can take more than that.” Dan moved closer,
cutting the tape tying Kyle’s wrists and ankles with a swiss army knife Kyle
was rather familiar with. The other clowns took the hint and soon, Kyle was
completely naked.

Would this be when Dan fucked him? He was the only
one who hadn’t got off yet. Kyle’s body was a boneless puppet in the hands of
his captors and he didn’t fight them, giving up any control for the sake of
following orders. He let their hands guide his pulsing body into Dan's lap,
facing his feet. His boyfriend laid down on the mattress without Kyle's
pleasure-hazed brain taking notice, but the stiff, naked cock nudging his
buttocks felt glorious, even if he didn’t get to see Dan’s face. Kyle tensed
his buttocks and back, intent on giving Dan the best possible view, but his
muscles went taut as soon as he felt his lover’s thumb slowly circling his
anus. He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of hardening cocks and tight
muscles around him. Dorothy moved closer and the insistent way in which he
touched Kyle, rubbing his soft cock on the side of his face sent a hot shiver
straight to Kyle’s crotch. Having three men waiting for their turn to ravish
his mouth made his hole twitch around Dan’s thumb. Mohawk, who’d already
recovered from his orgasm, carefully covered his cock with a shocking-pink
condom. It looked like Dan chose all the most ridiculous looking rubbers on the
market to fit the evening.

Mohawk thrust his hips into Kyle’s face. He didn’t
need to repeat the silent order and Kyle opened his mouth, already hungry for
that feeling of fullness. The rubber had a faint taste of strawberry, but he
didn’t have time to ponder on that, as Green grabbed his hand and pulled it to
his own cock. Kyle was light-headed as he wobbled with the moving vehicle,
letting the others handle him, position his body however they wanted. Dan’s
cock entering him was still a shock to his pleasure hazed mind and when it slid
into him deep, red sparks glowed on the underside of his eyelids.

His shivering grunt clearly made Mohawk’s cock
happy, and the huge clown pulled Kyle’s head even closer to his crotch and,
simultaneously, Dorothy got Kyle’s hand on his half hard prick. He could feel
the mattress’s springs dig into his knees, but Dan’s rapid thrusts more than
made up for it. Emotion and sensation rolled into one as he rode his pleasure,
alternating to suck three multi-colored pricks. His masters were harsh, yanking
at his hair, their rough fingers tugging on his nipples or forcing him to
accommodate more cock, taking turns to fuck his throat.

At one point, when he was fervently sucking off
Green, Dorothy pushed into the picture and pulled on the side of Kyle’s lips,
to stuff the tip of his own cock in next to Green’s, forcing his jaw even
wider. “How’s it feel now, big mouth? Am I still ‘Dorothy’?”

Kyle mewled, his body jerking up each time Dan
slammed in. He hadn’t even noticed when the van had stopped moving, but now he
could hear every wet slap, every breath and groan, and he was more than
grateful for the lack of background noise. He flung his arm around Dorothy’s
hips, pulling them closer to give him a hint.

“Oh, look at this,” Green gasped, as their
cockheads rubbed against each other in Kyle’s mouth. “The little cunt can’t get
enough of it!”

Dorothy gave him a wide, toothy grin before pulling
on Kyle's hair so that his and Green's cock would alternate sliding in deeper.

“Turn him to face me now,” Dan groaned, breaking
the spell. “I wanna see his face when you come all over him.”

Mohawk withdrew, forcing Kyle’s hand off his dick
with a tense grunt and messed up his sweaty hair before letting go completely.
Dorothy took a bit more convincing, but eventually, the clowns managed to
change Kyle’s position without taking him off Dan’s prick. The feel of it
shifting inside while he was being for a moment suspended in the air squeezed a
deep, desperate sob out of Kyle’s lungs.