It’s been a long gap between this chapter and the previous, with Chapter 6 being left on a bit of cliff hanger. Apologies for the long delay, my original draft was lost due to poor backing up of my hard drive and generally not being satisfied with the direction of the story. I’ve come back round to this story and hope to continue. Thank you to those who have been following the story and enjoying it. Benji’s slutty adventure continues…
Usual disclaimers apply.
“Oh baby… damn son! Oh shit,” Benji moaned. “Yes baby! Yes! I love that dick Chris…. please baby…. Oh!”
Chris stared into Benji’s eyes intensively, with a gaze that was sort of distant. Benji began to suspect Chris was near cumming.
“I want your nutt baby, I want your nutt deep inside my ass. Fill me baby! Breed my ass!” Benji said and could feel that Chris was near climax, only a few moments away.
Suddenly the door burst open.
Chris jumped up immediately from Benji’s body, his climax squandered and his dick standing erect and obscene. Benji was caught off guard and for a second or two laid with his legs still spread and his ass open and agape, still in position as he was being fucked, his hole no longer a tight pucker but a loose orifice and his face and body an expression of wanton desire.
Bruce, Sisco and Michael were standing there. They said nothing at first. They looked at Benji who was still on the bed. They looked at Chris standing tall and firm, almost as if he was ready to fight, his dick pointing straight ahead and raging. They looked back at Benji. And then back at Chris. Realisation hit them and Benji saw their faces turn to anger. A rule had been broken: Benji had allowed himself to be fucked by a junior.
Bruce was the first to speak. “Well, well, well… just what in the hell is going on here?”
Benji was initially speechless, a deer in headlights, as he lay in a compromised position on his back, legs spread whorishly, his asshole still dilating. He registered Bruce’s stern expression and tried to figure an explanation.
“Um… it’s not what it looks like?” Benji tried with barely a hint of sincerity. It looked exactly like what it looked like — he was getting his ass ploughed by Chris.
Sisqo burst into laughter. “I fuckin’ knew it! I told you Chris was punking him. You owe me 20 dollars!”
Benji was at least able to recover by shifting into a more comfortable position, although both he and Chris stood naked and exposed, bracing for the harsh reaction.
Bruce stared at him the whole time before his expression suddenly mellowed… and shook his head regretfully. “God damn it, Benji! You just lost me 20 dollars.”
Confusion quickly replaced fear for Benji. Sounded like there had been some kind of wager over him. “What — what are you talking about?”
“I guess I should have expected a big-dicked stud like Chris would be too much for your hungry ass to resist!”
Benji felt a little offended, although the point was hard to dispute. “Wait… did you… did you set me up again?” Benji suddenly suspected he’d fallen into another trap, similar to when he’d first been fucked by Sisqo.
Bruce and Sisqo laughed, sauntering into the room. “Not this time. But given how much you and Chris have been hanging out, especially alone, at the gym and such… we suspected it wouldn’t be long before you’d have your slutty hooks in him. Especially if he was that way inclined. And especially with that fat ass of yours.”
Benji looked to Chris, who quickly went from bemused to an expression of pride, noticing the compliment that had been paid his way. A shrug of his shoulders seem to confirm their assertions.
Despite his size and stature on campus, not to mention reputation as a bit of a bully, as a Junior, Chris was deferential to the Seniors — especially the likes of Bruce and Sisqo, whom he admired and looked up to as leaders on campus. Now that he’d been caught in the act of punking their bitch Benji, he was expecting violent retribution. But surprisingly, they didn’t seem as offended as he feared. Which was good because he had his fists clenched, preparing to put up a fight. He had been calculating, whilst they had initially interrogated Benji, how many swings he could throw in their direction, naked and all, before they mauled him to the floor. Seems like that wouldn’t be necessary after all, he was relieved.
Benji noted the shift in his shoulders, from being crest fallen and defensive, to slightly more assured. His expression had hardened and Benji knew that the softer, affectionate side that Chris had shown earlier would be pushed aside to not lose face with Bruce and his gang of macho alphas. It would be a regrettable transition even if he understood that it was for self-preservation.
“So… I guess y’all now know that I been fucking him. So mind if I bust my nutt?” Chris addressed Bruce and his compatriots directly, his fists unclenching and moving to settle on his recovering erection. “You can stay and watch if you like… istanbul travesti maybe close the door.” He didn’t bother to mention that he’d be chasing the third nutt of the evening.
“Hey! Don’t you fucking tell us what to do, son!” Michael fronted, but Bruce told him to relax, pushing him back with one arm.
“If Chris here has got the balls to punk a Senior- I say let him do it!”
Benji was stunned while Chris turned and smiled devilishly at him. He’d already had enough of the interruption and decided that if they really wanted him to cease fucking Benji, they’d have to drag him out kicking and screaming, butt-naked into the corridor. He grabbed Benji, who had been lying in wait, watching the curious events unfold, and flipped him back on to missionary by lifting up his legs, then lined up his dick for re-entry before Benji could find his words.
“Wait- Chris- don’t!” Benji protested feebly. “Urghh!”
But Chris wasn’t going to be doing any waiting about anymore. He started to pick up immediately, shoving his weight and length all the way into Benji’s accepting hole. Bruce and Sisqo admired the younger man’s aggression. But Michael stirred uncomfortably.
“Michael… relax bro. Sisqo and I did the same last year with Remy! A man like Chris, like me… will be drawn to a pussyboy like he’s a bitch on heat.”
“Remy Mitchell? For real? Didn’t know that about him. Why didn’t y’all tell me he was a pussy boy too? Damn. Could have had some fun with his ass!” Michael lamented, remembering the now graduated Remy about whom a certain number of lascivious rumours had swirled.
“And besides… ain’t this what we been training Benji for?” Sisqo added.
Benji was shocked to see the indifference of his friends. At this moment, he was once again transformed into a sexual object. He was also interested in hearing about Remy Mitchel but Chris’s strokes were starting to demand all his attention. He moaned as he felt the younger alpha fuck him. Gone was the lover who in a moment of passion cried out — I love you.
“Chris… please. Hold up!” Benji moaned, begging him. It wasn’t that he was in agony as much as he was feeling those strokes start to affect him in a way that was reducing his composure. The constant pounding on his anus was sending waves of undeniable, embarrassing pleasure up his body.
Chris fucked him like he wanted to stamp his authority. He wanted to show these Seniors that he wasn’t afraid of them and was willing to disrespect one of their own. “Shut up bitch! I got you right where I want you! I’m gonna bust my nutt! If your boys wanna stop me, they know what they need to do,” Chris growled his challenge, his phallus squeezing into Benji slick hole. And to emphasize his rude intentions, he swung his free arm and slapped his palm across Benji’s face, who registered the strike with a mixture of outrage and pleading.
From the side, Sisqo laughed at the audacious aggression from Chris. “You ain’t gonna let him do this, are you Benji?” he taunted.
Benji looked to Sisqo, then to Bruce with a pleading look, hoping his friends would consider rescuing him from a predicament of his own making. They did not intervene but instead approached closer to the bed, enthralled by the sexual action.
Bruce crashed on the bed, next to them, undressing his shirt and unzipping his pants. “Hey Benji… how about you tell him to stop! Be a Senior and use your authority. Tell him — Chris, I want you to stop fucking me — and we’ll drag his ass off you right now.” Bruce offered, sounding almost sincere. “Or alternatively, if you want him to keep fucking you… tell him — Please Chris, fuck my pussy! So he knows what we all know… that you’re a pussyboy!”
Benji listened to the words Bruce uttered. They had a spellbinding effect on him. They wanted him to rescue himself, to prove to them that’s what he wanted. To choose for himself.
Chris sneered at him, his face an expression of horny aggression, waiting for an answer to his ultimatum. He reached out and grabbed Benji by the throat, taunting him. “Say the fucking words, bitch. Tell them to stop me… and you don’t get my nutt in your pussy. Which we know you desperately want!”
Benji looked up at Chris with awe and submission. He remembered how he had playfully taunted him earlier that evening, after having fucked and bred him outside. You like having guys gangbang you like a cheap whore… cumming inside you… and on your face. You like having guys pass you around… and taking turns on your pussy?”
Powerless and defeated, Benji felt resignation wash over him. “Please Chris, fuck my pussy!” he moaned the words of declaration. “I love it!”
A roar of haughty, horny mirth followed. The others looked pleased with themselves. Chris smiled too. A smug, horned-up bully looking to show off his prowess by butt-fucking a submissive male. He was already breaking into a big sweat, his face wild with aggression and lust as he humped his pelvis back and forth. Benji fought the istanbul travestileri urge to lean forward and kiss him, knowing he’d likely be rejected.
He whimpered and moaned as he felt Chris’ strokes accelerate — raising his legs up submissively and giving him a better angle. Chris in return gave him another light slap across the face, as well as one on his ass, a reward for yielding so easily. This time the stings sizzled, turning Benji’s lust even hotter. He moaned into Chris’s palm, which had moved from his throat to his mouth, to cover up the cries in response to the punishing strokes. Exposed and humiliated, fucked and dominated by another athletic bull, his eyes turned to Bruce and Sisqo, hoping for understanding and sympathy. But he found their stares of indifference and amusement baring into his soul, sinking him even deeper into a well of submissive arousal and despairing need to be their pussyboy. He reached below to grasp his own legs, supporting himself as he mentally willed Chris to fuck him, begging him with his eyes to sink the full length of his shaft into his guts.
The passion and excitement infected the others in the room.
***
“Damn look at him take it! That pussy is real loose now,” Michael commented. Indeed the sound of boypussy being stretched and stroked filled the room, along with the increasingly effeminate moaning.
“He sure does know how to lay some pipe – for a Junior!” Sisqo added, admiring the fluid and aggressive technique Chris was displaying. “Turning that ass into pussy, for sure!”
Bruce scoffed. “Yeah… but that ain’t too hard. Benji’s ass has always been pussy cause he always been a pussyboy. Welcome to the club Chris.”
Bruce commentary was followed by an outstretched fist, which Chris looked at then smugly bumped. When he turned to Benji, he slapped him across the face again. The emotion of embarrassment and pleasure was plain to see on the bottom’s face. Chris’s dick was clearly working its magic, charging Benji with growing ecstasy, turning him into his preferred form – a dick-craving slut. When Chris started to shift his gliding hips into an angular motion, it had the effect of making Benji’s ass-pussy talk — emitting wet, noisy burps that made him groan with pleasure and embarrassment. But Chris took it a step further — he reached out to the dildo that had been lying on the bed, the very same dildo that Benji had been using to fuck his own ass… and then took and pressed it into Benji’s mouth, which offered some resistance, before opening up and swallowing it. Benji’s lips held firm the silicone toy, his embarrassment at its high as his undeniable arousal. The others roared and laughed, entertained and excited by the obscene display.
“Damn! I’d never let a Junior punk me like this,” Michael laughed at Benji’s compromised state.
“It’s not about Junior or Senior anymore for him… He loves dick too much… and he’ll take it from whoever makes him take it,” Bruce exclaimed, having pulled out his dick and stroking it in arousal. “He’s a pussyboy now. And a pussyboy is always going to submit to an Alpha.”
Benji moaned but the truthfulness of the words struck a chord. When Chris pulled out, the group watched Benji’s hole yawn, not closing before Benji was flipped onto his hands and knees. Instinctively he arched his back, optimizing the cushion to Chris’s blows, bracing the increased vigour against his muscular body, his buttocks absorbing all the force. Chris in turned angrily pulled Benji back by his short Afro, while slapping his ass to discipline him. When Benji started to moan louder, Chris took liberties even further by asking if one of the bystanders would finally fuck his mouth. Benji moaned in affirmation as the dildo was pulled out of his mouth. He looked up to see Bruce presenting his dick, accepting the oral invasion with excitement.
“Fuck my pussy. Fuck my mouth,” Benji moaned, although his words did not come out clearly as Bruce throat-fucked him while holding his head in place. To his side, Michael and Sisqo had their dicks out too, no doubt waiting their turns. “Fuck me! Fuck my holes!”
“Why don’t you jerk those dicks off too, Benji!” Bruce commanded, inviting his buddies to stand on either side of Benji’s spit roasted body. Benji obliged as Michael and Sisqo climbed onto the bed, taking a dick in each hand on either side, working his palms on the hot, fleshy appendages, with Bruce and Chris assisting his balance by pressing him tight between themselves, while stuffing and stroking his opposing orifices. Assaulted on all fronts, Benji took the dicks like a champion slut. The feeling of his holes being used, of his body being in service to these big dicked bulls was too much for Benji. Just as Bruce’s balls were slapping against his chin and Chris’s curved dick was making mincemeat of his sloppy hole, Benji felt the unmistakeable crescendo of an orgasm — triggering an uncontrollable shaking and cramping of his thighs and legs and buttocks, followed by a travesti istanbul wailing as he cried out in ecstasy. Strangely though, he did not register any ejaculate shooting from his semi-hard dick even though he was sure he’d just came. But as a consequence, his butt-muscles squeezed and cramped eagerly around Chris’s dick.
“Oh fuck! Fuuck! Shiiiit!” Chris swore and growled, pounding hard into Benji’s buttocks, sliding as deep as he could and feeling himself drained into the inner depths.
“He might be a bitch but he’ll break you down with that powerful pussy!” Bruce laughed as Chris agonisingly pulled out. “Don’t move Benji. I want next. Chris make sure Benji sucks your dick clean!”
Benji angled to swallow Chris’s softening, creamy dick, deepthroating the softening meat and sucking off all the residual cum and ass-juice while Bruce lined up behind him.
“That’s it, suck my dick clean, slut. You love that, don’t you? That’s what you told me earlier, ain’t it?” Chris taunted, with Benji looked up him doefully and nodding. It was remarkable seeing him in this state — muscular, sweaty, and self-satisfied. It actually turned Benji on even more.
“Damn, son! How much nutt did you bust in this bitch?” Bruce complained.
“Sorry about the sloppy seconds. It’s the second time I busted in his ass tonight,” Chris smirked, licking his lips in post-orgasmic bliss as Benji serviced him, while watching as Bruce plunged his phallus into Benji’s well-fucked hole. “Ain’t that right, bitch?”
Benji nodded demurely and Chris pulled his dick out to demand a verbal response. “You fucked me… nutted in my ass… already once. And in my mouth.” He moaned, adjusting to Bruce’s thick sausage driving in out of his boy pussy.
“Damn!” Sisqo noted, impressed by Chris’s prowess and Benji’s smuttiness, watching with wolfish intent as Benji worked his shaft with his hand. He had intentions for those sexy holes soon enough.
“And what did you call me earlier? Did you call me ‘Daddy’?” Chris teased further, dragging out Benji’s humiliation. Benji stared back at him defiantly, noting that there was no sympathy in return.
“Yeah… I called you Daddy.” Chris was amused but the others didn’t find that too revealing.
“He been calling us all ‘Daddy’ — you ain’t that special, kid,” Bruce snapped back, putting Chris back in his place. “And it ain’t often Benji doesn’t walk around with nutt already busted up his pussy!”
“Told you, son. We trained this bitch! He’s been fucked and bred too many times!” Sisqo added again, pushing Chris out of the way to fuck Benji’s mouth. “Now watch how we do it!”
Benji moaned as he wrapped his lips around Sisqo’s 10 inch baby maker. Behind him, he felt Bruce’s thick wood pushing in in a slow and steady rhythm. He felt a little relieved, that Bruce would stand up to Chris if he ever crossed the line. Even though they disrespected him, Benji trusted that Bruce would control the boys so as to not take it too far.
“Yeah give it to me… Daddy. Fuck me,” he moaned. It amused the others to hear him talk so submissively and they called him a slut for it and felt the sting of his ass being slapped again. Benji smiled at their crassness. Just as Bruce had alluded to regarding the shamelessness of fucking a cum-filled hole, so the shame of being disrespected was gone, replaced by an arousal and desire to serve and milk these dicks till they overfilled his orifices.
Bruce, Sisqo, and Michael proceeded to rotate positions around Benji’s opposite ends, consistently keeping his holes ravaged, running a train on him. The excitement was real as the boys kept on whooping and hollering, at times praising him and other times hurling abuse at the bottom. To his credit, Benji took it all and took it well, even attempting to squeeze their dicks with his ass-muscles as they fucked him, trying to trigger an ejaculation. He did this for two reasons — firstly to achieve some kind of fightback to the total domination he was being subjected to and secondly, he loved the feeling of dicks shooting ropes of cum in his ass, constantly chasing that sensation. He nearly got Sisqo with his tricks, with the tall athletic jock pounding away with full, uncontrolled strokes that he mistimed his downward slide, feeling the sudden tightness of Benji squeezing his sphincter just as the bottom was throwing that ass back, nearly triggering a pre-mature bust. Quickly pulling out, his dick leaking a few droplets of pre-cum, he stepped back to compose himself, allowing Bruce and Michael to carry on with spit roasting Benji. Seeing Sisqo retreat gave Benji some satisfaction, knowing that even though he was being fucked like a bitch, he still had the power of the pussy over these Alphas.
Ultimately, though, eventually they’d fucked his hole so loose that try as he might, he couldn’t quite squeeze it with the same strength. But Michael was however at the end of his tether, finally collapsing in an exhaustive gasp on top of Benji’s back, cursing out and groaning as though shot, dumping his seed deep in Benji’s well-worn boy-womb. Bruce and Sisqo cheered, happy to still be in the battle, as Michael carefully withdrew. Benji groaned as he felt the loads start to leak out, the others encouraging him to push out his gaping pussy.