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

“How is it, slut?” Dan dug his fingers into Kyle’s
already bruised thighs. His chest was flushed, heaving with each hurried
breath. “Getting loose?”

Dan was his sex God. He’d got this whole thing
organized, even had it themed with the clowns and balloons. It was mental. And
Kyle loved it. Loved him.

His whole body was out of control and so boneless
that the other three clowns had to hold him up, so he wouldn’t slouch. The red,
heart shaped balloon was still dangling where it was tied to his cock. Kyle
looked down into Dan’s intense brown eyes, trying to communicate the depth of
his feelings with the gaze alone.

“Come in me, sir,” he whispered, too captivated in
the moment to pay any attention to the other cocks by his face. Their eyes were
like a hotline of pleasure. His lover swallowed hard, stroking his rough hands
up Kyle’s torso, gently rubbing his thumbs over Kyle’s nipples while his hips
got into a frantic rhythm. He pistoned into Kyle at a furious pace, gripping
his flesh like it were his lifeline.

“Oh shit, that’s what you want, bitch? To overflow
with my cum?” And with that, he arched his back as if a demon possessed him,
lifting Kyle up with his hips.

“Yeah! Fuck,” Kyle moaned and closed his eyes as
the hot cum filled his ass. His own cock was throbbing for release, the smell
of sperm that hit the side of his face in long spurts bringing him to a boiling
point.

“You like that?” Green yanked Kyle’s head back,
still squeezing his spent cock with the other hand. Dan slumped to the
mattress, gasping for breath as he lazily petted Kyle’s trembling stomach.

“‘Course he does...”

Kyle looked up with a moan. Thick semen dribbled
down his neck, teasing the sensitive skin. “May I please come now, sir?”

Dorothy yanked Kyle’s right hand to his own cock
and closed it around the thick shaft with a pleased groan. “Work it.”

Dan smiled, winking at one of the other clowns and
finally releasing Kyle’s cock, both from the cockring and the balloon, which
immediately floated up towards the roof of the van. “Now that we’re almost done
with you, you may.”

Kyle had no idea what ‘almost’ meant, but he
wasn’t in a hurry to ask. “Thank you, sir,” he muttered and kissed Dorothy’s
knuckles before starting to jerk them both off, with Dan’s cum still sealed
inside him with the softening cock.

Mohawk kneeled by the mattress, unceremoniously
slapped Kyle’s hand away from his engorged prick and grabbed it like he owned
it. Harsh, demanding tugs were pulling Kyle closer to release, and when he felt
Dorothy’s cock pulsing in his right hand, he knew it was over. The last clown
erupted on his mouth, splattering his heated skin with thick, white spurts.

The sole amount of cum on his skin and his
boyfriend’s hot body beneath him pushed Kyle into an intense, brain-frying
orgasm. Mohawk pumped Kyle’s cock as if he were milking a cow, carefully
collecting the sperm into a pot full of white powder. If it weren’t for Green
and Dorothy, Kyle would probably fall flat back, but they nudged him forward,
right into Dan's waiting arms. He half expected a kiss, but instead of pressing
their lips together, Dan touched his chin, spreading Dorothy’s fresh cum all
over Kyle’s face. He was joined by another clown who let out a loud cackle and
smeared something wet and cool all around Kyle’s cheek before working his way
up his nose. The goo smelled like powder or chalk.

“Do I get my go with him now, or what?”

The harsh, masculine voice coming from the
driver’s seat got Kyle’s focus sharp again. He actually forgot there had to be
someone driving that van and that man most likely heard every word, slap and
moan. It got his cheeks burning up under all the cum. Did he look in the mirror
too?

“Maybe later. He’s all roughed up now!” Dan laughed,
combing Kyle’s short hair back with his fingers.

“Isn’t that the point?” The driver sighed, though
there was an unmistakable trace of humor in his tone. Kyle wished he could see
what he looked like, because he did sound buff and strong, but he wouldn’t turn
his head away from Dan.

“We’ll see if you hadn’t come in your pants
already.” Mohawk teased him.

“Fuck you.”

Kyle looked down at the pot Green held and
realized it was white paint powder mixed with his cum that they spread all over
his face.

Dorothy grinned inches away from him and showed
him a red foam ball that he squeezed to show that it made a high pitched noise.
Visibly pleased with himself, he put it over Kyle’s nose and tied it back with
a piece of string, careful not to disturb Dan who was still covering Kyle's
face with the goo. His face was dead serious.

“There,” he said in the end with a smile that made
Kyle’s heart flutter in a way it never did before. “Now you’re one of us.
That’s how clowns are made!”

He wanted to say something back, mind-boggled by
what’d happened, but his brain was empty, so he just kneeled there with an open
mouth. He heard the driver leave the car, but Dan and the other clowns were
overwhelming enough for the moment.

“He won’t make it.” Green opened the back door of
the van and Kyle was surprised to see lots of trees. It was also surprisingly
quiet for a city park. The cool breeze made him shiver, so he wrapped his arms
around himself. Kyle thought Dan leaned in to hug him, but he realized his
boyfriend only bowed closer to tie a bundle of balloons around his waist. The
other clowns were quickly tidying up their clothes, but Dan, the only clown
who’d got naked, didn’t bother, and grabbed Kyle’s arm in a tight grip, making
him stand up.

“You’re going with us, bitch. Remember I told you
what would happen if you scream?”

Kyle swallowed and nodded, unsure whether it was
the cold or excitement that made him break out in goosebumps. All the other
clowns were already outside when Dan led him out of the van. His warm, large
palm rested on the back of Kyle’s neck, reminding him of his position. Kyle
inhaled the fresh smell of pines and looked up into the starlit sky, taken
aback.

“You’re not in Kansas anymore.” Dorothy gave his
ass a harsh smack that got him pushing into Dan, but his boyfriend ignored it
and forced him forward. Kyle was in some dark forest, surrounded by
rapist-clowns. If that wasn’t enough to get anyone’s adrenaline rushing, he
didn’t know what was. He also finally got a glimpse of the driver. Just as the
others, he was a big guy but just when Kyle almost got to see his face, it was
too late. Mohawk passed him a rubber clown mask, which he hurriedly donned. The
driver was tall and broad shouldered, but not quite as lean as the others. Kyle
swallowed, already thinking about what his cock would be like. He couldn’t see
anything yet.

“Put your hands on your ass and keep them there.”
Dan crooked his head to look into his eyes.

“B-but, it’s co--” Before he could finish, Dan
pulled the red foam ball off Kyle’s nose and pushed it into his mouth. Kyle got
the message and put his hands where he was told to. He could still feel their
spunk all over his body, especially when the wind licked his skin.

It was only after they walked to the other side of
the van that he saw a wooden bungalow, complete with a porch and shed.
Otherwise, it was only the woods and them, so it had to be someone’s private
cabin.

Dan pushed him that way, but when Kyle slipped on
the leaves, he was there to hold him up.

“What? Your legs already jello?” Dorothy snorted
and circled around him like a hungry wolf. God, he looked hot in that dress;
manly and confident as hell. Kyle hoped nobody would ever know this crossed his
mind. The squeak of balloons behind him was disturbing enough.

“You think you’re tough because you survived the
test ride?” Mohawk chuckled behind his mask, taking Kyle’s other arm. “Think
again.”

Kyle whimpered through the gag, his heart racing
again. He had no idea what Dan had in store for him, but fortunately it wasn’t
keeping him out in the cold, as Mohawk rushed him up the few wooden stairs.
Green was already opening the door, followed by the silent driver.

The interior was simple and it looked exactly like
he imagined a hunting cabin might look like. With its raw, wooden floors and
walls, furniture that had seen better days and only a single, naked lightbulb
to light the small living room, it seemed like a good place to forget the
outside world.

“We’ll see how long your cunt lasts.” Dorothy was
circling him again, hyperactive even after two orgasms. Were they actually
staying here longer? Did Dan rent this place?

Before he could form any more questions in his
mind, he got shoved down to his knees on the only rug in the room, a tattered
one in front of the fireplace. He looked up to the men around him and couldn’t
help but tremble. Five beefy aggressors ready to fuck him at any time. The
ultimate fantasy. He doubted anyone but the driver would get it up any time
soon though. Did they want to have their boots kissed? His mouth watered and he
cast a quick glance to Dan’s battered combats. The tiny hairs on his back rose
when his boyfriend moved a step closer.

“We have no use for him for the time being.”

Kyle whimpered and bowed down to kiss Dan’s shoes,
but all he got was a slap to his ass and someone pulled him back by his hair.
He heard a click of scissors as cool metal brushed his flushed skin and then a
whole bundle of balloons floated up to the ceiling.

“You’re coming with me, clown apprentice.” It was
the driver guy. He laughed as he pulled Kyle along towards a door in the back
of the living room, forcing him to bend over.

“Put those hands back on your fucking ass,” called
out one of the clowns who remained in the main room. Their voices blended into
one and he wasn’t even sure which one it was anymore. Kyle followed the order
without a second of hesitation and flushed at the loud whistles and howls.

The driver opened the door to the dark room, but
quickly put on the light. It was a tiny, old fashioned bathroom, with dirty
white tiles and a half-ripped shower curtain. He couldn’t see much more with
Driver opening his fly and yanking Kyle close enough to smell his arousal.

The guy was hairier than the others but Kyle
didn’t mind one bit. His smell was intense too, after all his cock had pickled
in its own arousal throughout the trip in the van.

“Show me what they taught you,” he rasped and sat
down on the toilet seat, pulling Kyle along with him. And Kyle would eagerly
open his mouth as soon as the cock emerged from the sheath of underwear if it
weren’t for the meaningful grunt coming from above them. Dan, still gloriously
naked apart from the mask and boots, handed Driver an acid green condom packet.
It had to be lime or green apple.

Kyle let his head fall back, so he could look up
at Dan, as the other guy was quickly putting on the rubber. His boyfriend took
out the gag and let it hang down like a necklace. The mask of cum and face
paint was stiffening and the bathroom wasn’t too warm, but he couldn’t care
less. Dan grabbed the sides of his cheeks from behind with his big, hot palms
and forced Kyle's face closer into Driver’s crotch. After that, it was all
bliss and Kyle hoped that he would be there every time one of the clowns
decided to molest him. It doubled the fun, even if Dan wasn’t actually doing
any fucking.

With one more load deposited on his body and an
aching throat, Kyle was soon left alone in the small, windowless bathroom, dark
like a coal mine. Dan and Driver even took the only light bulb with them.

There must have been a radiator to his side,
because he felt the room warm up. It was also then, when the reality of it all
kicked in, giving him a queasy feeling. There he was, in a cabin somewhere in
the woods with five buff guys. Fuck yes, it was amazing. Driver’s cum was still
warm on his neck, but he was beginning to feel lost. Would they stay here till
tomorrow? All weekend?

Kyle patted the floor around himself, to assess
his surroundings. He wasn’t panicking yet, so he didn’t want to look like a
pussy again and call for help. He smiled to himself in relief, when he found a
thick blanket behind the shower curtain, but there was a thud when he pulled
it. Something fell down into the shower base. Kyle patted the cold
porcelain-like surface and let out a triumphant “Ha!” when he realized it was a
flashlight. He didn’t wait another second and turned it on, filling the
bathroom with eerie blue light. In the corner of the shower was a patterned
gift box, complete with a large, pink bow on top.

Kyle couldn’t help but grin and ravished the present
like it was his first Christmas. Inside was a box of chocolate drink, a deluxe
sandwich and a pile of chocolate bars and candy. It looked like the
neighborhood kids didn’t get their treats after all. But that was ok, Kyle was
sure he’d burnt many calories already and deserved a reload. Popping a peanut
butter chocolate into his mouth, he spotted a folded piece of paper inside the
box.

He opened it and brought it up close to the
flashlight.

“Hope you’re enjoying yourself, babes. We’re
staying the weekend, tap water’s good to drink here and eat up on the chocs,
you’ll need the energy tomorrow!

Don’t shower, we’ll come and wash you in the
morning.

XO

Dan

P.S. If you’re desperate or anything, just shout
your safeword, someone will be at the door.”

Kyle put the letter back in the box and sighed in
relief. Everything was taken care of. He turned off the flashlight and took the
sweets and blanket to the corner of the bathroom, by the radiator. He curled up
in the warmth, still feeling all slippery between his buttcheeks and closed his
eyes.

Best. Halloween. Ever.

The End