“You got today’s prop?” asked someone Kyle
couldn’t see, and before he managed to spot the new guy, they went into the
dark back compartment of the van. Mohawk slouched and threw him onto a thick
mattress in one fluid motion. With only the front seats in place, there was
plenty of room for play in the back.
Kyle was catching quick breaths through his nose,
as he looked up at the bulky figures towering above him. The masks and face
paint were still freaking him out, but his cock was already tenting the front
of his pants. He wasn't even sure if he was more excited by the thrill of the
mock-kidnapping, or by the idea of his boyfriend watching him get fucked by a
bunch of strangers. He knew Dan loved to be reminded just how much Kyle was
desired by others, and situations that would make most people mad with jealousy
sent Dan into a sexual frenzy.
Dorothy came in last, and he closed the double
doors behind him with a wild cackle. He sounded and looked like a proper
madman. “Look what the cat brought in.” He dropped onto the mattress and
crawled closer to Kyle to feel him up.
Kyle mumbled through the gag and looked up at Dan,
curious of what he had planned. He trusted his boyfriend enough to know he
wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him, which meant Kyle could relax and just
let the fantasy take hold. He briefly took in his surroundings, spotting a
colorful box behind the driver's seat and a few red balloons tied to a
side-handle to keep them from floating to the ceiling.
Kyle’s attention focused on the clowns again when
he felt the mattress give in under someone’s weight. It was Dan, looming over
him, his large hand gently cupping Kyle’s crotch, but it was obvious he wanted
a definite answer whether he should let the scene continue. Kyle’s heart leapt
in excitement at the realization that all of this was merely a stunt and it
would go the way he wanted. All those guys were waiting for his decision on
whether he wanted to get fucked or not.
Slowly, Kyle looked into Dan’s eyes and gave him a
nod. That was when he noticed a fourth clown, the one they met by the car,
kneeling by the closed doors with his arms folded. In his mind, Kyle nicknamed
him ‘Green’ because of his emerald wig. He was short, but muscular, like all of
them. Dan must have had some good source for such quality stock of studs.
Mohawk rolled Kyle over to his stomach and
unceremoniously yanked his sweatpants and boxer shorts down to his ankles in
one smooth motion. Unwilling to cut the tape, he just left the garments pooling
around Kyle's ankles. There was something primal about that kind of treatment
and Kyle arched into the rough touch. They didn't treat him like he was a
person. No, he was their shared sex doll, more a collection of holes than
anything else. Even thinking about it made his insides tingle.
“That’s one fine ass,” said one of the clowns,
squeezing Kyle’s buttock along with Dorothy who kneaded the other one in a
circular motion.
Kyle inhaled deeply through his nose. He was
getting hot and sweaty just from being exposed and physically overpowered. He
tensed up his buttocks, eager to feel their crude touch on his skin.
“Don’t worry boy, we’ve got all night!” Dan
laughed hoarsely. Kyle loved his deep voice and big hands. His breath hitched
when he felt the van’s engine start with a loud hum. Someone got onto the
mattress close to his face and he felt a rush of arousal. His stomach
contracted with excitement as he envisioned them all taking turns at his ass
over and over. The bulge pressing into the back of his scalp was creme de la
creme of the experience and he couldn't stop a strangled moan. He didn’t even
mind the stuffy, vinegary smell of the mattress. If anything, it only made him
more involved in the scene.
Kyle’s pulse quickened. The fact that he didn’t
know who it was, got him even hotter. Random cocks, ready to fuck him, every
single one of those guys hot for his ass. He took a deep breath through his
nose and tried to struggle, rising to his knees with his head still trapped. A
large hand unceremoniously pushed his hips down into the mattress. His body was
being fondled like it was just a slab of meat. Rough fingers spreading his ass
and thighs as far as they would go with Kyle’s ankles still bound, forcing his
knees apart. He bit into the cotton briefs, squirming to grind his cock against
the rough fabric of the mattress, but the clowns wouldn’t let him. The guy who
straddled his head slowly rocked his erection against the back of Kyle’s scalp,
while another one pushed a thumb between his clenched buttocks, rubbing it over
the dry opening.
Because of the sheer amount of people, everything
seemed to be happening so fast. He could just imagine that muscular guy humping
his head like an overexcited dog. Kyle let out a nasal moan at the touch to his
anus and trembling cheeks, trying to crawl away just to aggravate the clowns
even further. Not that he had anywhere to go, even if he actually wanted to. With
the slight shaking, it was clear the van was moving, and he wondered whether
they would all fuck him on the way to wherever it was they were going. His
stomach contracted with lust as he envisioned them all taking turns at his ass
over and over. Maybe they would even make a game out of it, with the quickest
to cum being the loser.
The finger withdrew from his cleft and as soon as
it was gone, one of the clowns delivered a harsh slap to Kyle’s buttocks,
forcing a surprised mewl out of him. He couldn’t help but rub the back of his
head against the hard dick that kept teasing his sensitive scalp. He loved this
more than he had ever imagined. He could smell their excitement and could only
hope this scent would remain with him for days.
“You ready to fuck our little prop? Look at that
tight red ass. He’s no virgin.” Another strike left his skin tingling all the
way to his neck.
“He’s going to be even less of a virgin when our
driver gets his turn.” Green sneered towards the front of the van.
Kyle managed to hear the response through a choir
of howls. “At least he will be well-lubed by then.”
Kyle wondered if that was a preference or did the
guy lose some kind of bet to end up behind the wheel.
“I wanna feel him up first. Don’t like shoving it
in places I haven’t examined before.” Kyle recognized Dorothy by his
particularly hoarse voice. Kyle could bet he was a smoker. The clown who
straddled him slid off of Kyle’s head and pulled it up by his short hair.
Kyle panted, looking straight at the bulging front
of Mohawk’s polka dot trousers. With only his wrists bound, he could easily
support himself on his elbows.
“You feel him up all you want, while I examine
this pretty mouth. You hungry for clown dick?” Mohawk laughed and snapped open
the top button of his trousers and unzipped the fly in one smooth slide.
“He must, ‘cause he’s trembling like some freaking
chihuahua. I think the slut wants it both ways!” Another slap on the ass.
Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off the thick,
gorgeous cock in front of him. Mohawk shoved his trousers lower, slowly
stroking himself inches away from Kyle’s face, his thick fingers moving over
the reddened flesh.
“You want that cock, slut?”
If it wasn't a scene, he'd probably suck that fat
prick right in, but he loved putting up a bit of a fight, to have his partners
show him where it was that he belonged. So he inched backwards, though that
only meant he was pushing his ass like an offering towards Dorothy and Green
who kept playing with his backside. One of them fondled his balls, pulling at the
little hairs and making him squirm, but his rock-hard cock got ignored.
Dan walked into his line of vision. His mask only
covered the upper side of his face and on the bottom half, red paint was
smudged into a wide, fake smile which only made his low voice seem more
sinister. “Listen, boy. I’ll take your gag out. You scream, and we cut your
nose off, get it?”
Dorothy's cackle resonated throughout the van,
making a gruesome soundtrack. Kyle looked up to his boyfriend. It was all for
play, but those words still made him go cold. One of the guys behind him chose
that moment to push a lubed finger into Kyle’s anus, breaking the spell and
sending his face into Mohawk’s crotch. If he wasn’t hard already, the musky
smell would’ve had him stiff within seconds. The clown gasped, the head of his
prick pulsing against Kyle’s cheekbone, hot and wet.
“Oh shit, what an eager bitch!”
Dan pulled out the makeshift gag. “Yeah? Your jaw
stretched wide enough to take it, boy?”
Kyle moaned in answer when the thumb crooked inside
of him. He was so overwhelmed it was hard to focus on one sensation at a time.
He turned his face towards the thick cock, kissing its side and then nuzzling
the hairless base with a content whimper, but got a slap from Dan for that
display of affection.
“No one wants your filthy mouth on there, bitch.
Wait till you’re asked.”
Kyle gave him a curt nod and couldn’t help but
arch his hips up at the touch inside his anus. The probing was random and
hasty, but he loved the sensation of something stretching him, moving inside
his hole, so he didn’t mind it all that much. His mouth watered when he saw Dan
opening a condom packet and then stretching the bright blue sheath over Mohawk’
cock. His boyfriend was preparing another guy to fuck him. The sole notion made
Kyle’s prick twitch.
“Yeah, that’s much better.” Dan was panting, just
as aroused as Kyle. “You want that cock?”
Kyle looked up to him, moaning in protest when one
of the guys behind him pulled out the thumb. He tilted his hips up in clear
invitation for the clowns to use his throbbing hole.
“You were asked a question!” Mohawk grabbed onto
his face and pushed the tip of his cock against Kyle’s lips. The condom had an
indistinct, sweet taste and smelled of bubblegum. “Ask for it.”
“You heard him, bitch!” Dorothy and Green yanked
Kyle’s hips up, forcing him to kneel with his ankles and wrists still tightly
fastened with the tape. One more loud slap to his ass made him move forward and
take another inch of the smurf colored dick, but Mohawk pulled away with a
pained grunt. Kyle shared the sentiment.
“Ask me to give you my cock to suck.”
Dan tightened his grip on Kyle’s hair, pulling his
head back, and reached under him to stroke his tightened stomach with the other
hand. The touch sent sparks down Kyle’s oversensitive body, making Kyle even
more aware of his neglected prick.
“Oh! Please!” he moaned, burning up from all the
hands on his body touching, spreading, and pulling on him without mercy.
Someone’s palm was roaming up and down the inside of his thighs, forcing him to
spread his legs wider. He enjoyed how there was no gentleness to it, fingers
groping his skin like he had no say in it.
“Please, what?” Mohawk slapped his cheek with his
cock and rubbed it against him.
“Please let me suck on your cock,” Kyle muttered,
looking up to the rubber clown mask, white with a big red nose. His heart
skipped a beat when he spotted a pair of burning eyes through twin holes in the
rubber mask. It was as if they saw nothing but him.
“Then suck it,” Mohawk groaned, slowly thrusting
his dick into Kyle’s willing mouth. He opened up wide, ready to take it in as
deep as the man would like. He loved the feeling of serving someone with his
mouth, being forced to take it all, even if he choked and teared up while doing
so.
“I said suck, you worthless shit! It’s called
cock-sucking for a reason!” Mohawk gently slapped the side of his face, his
six-pack trembling with effort as he prevented himself from moving and pushing
in deeper.
“The bitch causing you problems?” Dorothy laughed,
and the moment Kyle felt a gentle tug at his balls, he started sucking on the
cock in his mouth as if his life depended on it. In the back of his mind, he
knew nothing bad would happen, but if he were held captive by four deluded
murderous clowns, just a touch to his balls, the threat of something happening
to them, would be enough of a nudge for him to do pretty much anything. The
artificial taste of the condom made the experience even more eerie, but the
clear sound of someone spitting, the feel of hot saliva being spread over his
already lubed hole shifted his focus elsewhere. A thick finger went all the way
in, quickly joined by another and he was pretty sure he was being fingered by
two men at once. They were laughing and commenting on how used up he was. Each
of them explored Kyle’s anus at his own pace, shoving the digits in and out,
spreading the opening with circular moves. He was a plaything, and his heart
fluttered at the thought, especially when combined with the taste of that hot,
pulsing rod, which he now longed to have all the way down his throat. He gave a
high pitched moan when he felt the two clowns pulling on his sphincter and
opening it wide enough for the cool air to get in. He almost came then and
there.
“Yeah, boy... take that cock, suck on it...” Dan
hissed and grabbed Kyle’s nape, forcing him to keep still, as Mohawk started
pounding his dick in between Kyle’s lips, gagging him as the tip hit the back
of his throat.
“Oh yeah! I’d come all the way into your throat if
you weren’t such a dirty infected whore,” he panted.
His cock muffled Kyle’s moan when something cool
and hard was slowly pushed up his ass. He quickly recognized it was a beaded
toy. The small spheres went in one after another, slowly pushed in by intruding
fingers. The fullness made his thighs shiver and his eyes watered as the cock
that pumped his mouth went even deeper into his throat, forcing it to widen.
The fact that is was his boyfriend holding his head as the other man fucked his
face made him tremble with excitement. Even now, with three other guys around,
it was Dan who kept everything under control, his grip steady and inescapable.
Kyle’s own cock was painfully stiff by now. The gangbang was all that he
imagined and more, with everyone's attention focused on him. Someone so hot
that they were willing to kidnap him just so they could fuck him.