“Fuck me!” Ferenc screamed.
“Take it, you dirty man cunt!” Jozsef retorted. “Take my dick! Oh, take the motherfucker deep in your ass! You think I’m old, do you? Past it? Does that feel like an old man’s limp dick, skewering into your slutty ass?”
“Ah—I’m sorry I said that. Shit! It is in there deep—aw, shit, it’s ripping me apart!” Ferenc sputtered, helplessly. “Deep fuck! Oh, what a deep fuck! So hard! So hot! So rough!”
“Go ahead. Hurt him. Kill the son of a bitch with your cock, man!” Markus encouraged Jozsef, wildly.
“I’d like to cock-kill him!” Jozsef swore, in a sadistic sexual frenzy.
Jozsef’s mighty pecker seemed to grow larger inside the other guy’s guts, as though it was pushing up toward his stomach and his other internal organs, and it was threatening to plunge its way up into his throat from below and choke him. That huge prick was fucking Ferenc’s entire body, not just his hot, tight ass!
“Uh! Uh, fuck!” Ferenc sputtered, incoherently, as though his fucker’s cock was indeed jammed up into his throat from below, strangulating him! His body jerked about like a marionette strung on strings which were being tugged and yanked at random. His buttocks squirmed hotly, lewdly, whorishly into Jozsef’s groin, striving to keep every inch of the bodybuilder’s erection inserted deep inside his spasmodically excited and responsive anus.
All the while, Ferenc was doing things with his anal muscles which twisted Jozsef’s penis in every possible direction. Jozsef had to give the man due credit. For an amateur, Ferenc was a real whore! No professional male prostitute could have serviced a john so efficiently. The butch, tough doctor was a good power bottom. He was one hell of a piece of ass, all right. The guy was pure, unadulterated fuck!
His asshole gripped Jozsef’s cock like a slippery greased fist, and Jozsef could tell that Ferenc was going to come again. The doctor’s dazed eyes stared down into his fucker’s. The ejaculation suddenly burst free from Ferenc’s loins and the semen spurted up between their bodies like a jet of water from a drinking fountain. In answer, Jozsef felt the convulsions of his own cock, spurting into Ferenc’s guts, rinsing out his bowels with a generous load of hot wet fuck fluid.
When it was over, they remained in the same position, and Jozsef kissed Ferenc on the mouth, before he pulled the other man down on him, driving his tongue into Ferenc’s mouth as far as it would go and simultaneously forcing his prick as deep up the doctor’s ass as it could penetrate. He held Ferenc against his groin like that, letting his cock pulsate deep inside the other guy’s trembling body. Ferenc returned the kiss with feverish intensity, sucking on Jozsef’s extended, probing tongue, and squirming his buttocks against Jozsef’s thick thighs in mad erotic abandon.
The two men remained glued together for a few moments of breathless passion, until, with a gasp, Jozsef let Ferenc go, and Ferenc slumped against him, limp and moaning with lingering anal response, his sphincter muscle still stretched around the shaft of the massively muscled hot daddy’s huge, hard cock.
“Oh, Dr. Mészáros —you’ve really got a hot ass! One of the hottest butts in Budapest. Oh, doctor, you hot fuck, you—you sexy guy, you sweet little bitch—I don’t mean any disrespect—but, aw, shit!” Jozsef moaned. “I love fucking you!”
“Oh, Jozsef, you goddamn stud—I love you, too!” Ferenc replied. “I love having your cock in my hole!”
Markus, observing and overhearing this extravagant exchange of endearments, snickered. “You two really ought to get a room. No, wait. You’ve already got one! Right here. And you’re obviously doing just fine, without me.”
“And we’re making good use of it,” Jozsef pointed out. “I haven’t forgotten you, buddy. I still love you, too.”
“Good to hear it,” Markus responded, perhaps a bit cynically. “Especially considering how enamored you suddenly seem to be of the doctor—!”
“It’s just sex,” Jozsef insisted.
“Yeah, just sex,” Markus agreed, sullenly. In his opinion, Jozsef was enjoying himself just a little too much! How odd, to feel even the least bit jealous, irrationally, of Jozsef, because the man was just doing his best to satisfy a goddamn john!
“Just sex, men,” Ferenc moaned. “But, oh, such sex! Such great sex—! More,” he demanded. “I want some more! Neither of you is going anywhere, tonight. Not soon. I’ll pay extra. I’ll call Lajos right now, and tell him so. I’ve got more work for you two to do!”
“We’re yours to command,” Jozsef assured him.
Yeah, Markus thought, cynically. As long as you’re paying us by the hour!
“I don’t want to give the orders, or be in charge. Not tonight. I want—oh, Jesus! I want to be you guys’ sex slave,” Ferenc babbled. “I want both of you big muscle men to work me over, any way you want!”
“No problem,” Jozsef said. “Get busy! Kiss my feet. The soles—kiss the soles of my feet! Then get your tongue in between my toes. Suck on my toes! After that, you can work your way upward, to my cock and my balls, and to my ass. Can’t wait to feel that tongue of yours cleaning out my hole. You’re going to take good care of my buddy Markus, too, doctor. You’re going to be real nice to him. You’re going to make my boy feel real good, to let him know just how grateful you are to have a sexy young muscle stud like him here for you to worship and serve, like the dirty, horny, muscle-loving sex pig you are. Now, suck, doc! Suck! Let’s see what that mouth of yours is good for, besides barking out orders. From now on, I’m the boss here. What I say goes—and you’re going to do it, no matter how disgusting.”
Chapter Nine: Recruiting Some Extra Muscle
Working for the escort agency kept Markus busy some nights, and it also increased his bank balance. Somehow, though, Markus still managed to find time for purely recreational sex. He supposed that if he was a smarter, more selfish, more cynical, and more venal whore, he’d have sex only for money. But he couldn’t imagine himself doing that. He thought about all the hot guys he’d miss out on, if he pursued such a restrictive policy!
The next time they got together for a play date, after enjoying their usual explosive orgasms, Markus and Arpad relaxed and talked. They compared notes, sharing stories of some of their other recent sexual adventures.
They discovered that they both liked threesomes—which, considering how strong their sex drives were, scarcely came as a surprise.
“Now, if you could have a threesome with me and your choice of any guy at the gym,” Arpad asked, “whom would you want?”
“Any guy? Gay or straight?” Markus responded.
“Um, since we’re speaking theoretically—yeah, for the purposes of argument, you can include the straight guys.”
“Then I’d want it to do it with you and that big tattooed guy, Attila.”
“What, him? Jesus, Markus! Okay, I admit it—the guy has a hot body. It almost makes up for his ugly face. But he’s a diehard, incorrigible pussy hound. Nothing gay or bi about him at all. I mean—shit! All he has to do is open his mouth, and you can smell all the cunt he’s sucked, on his breath.”
“Don’t be crude. Somebody has to do the breeding and the baby making, to create the next generation of gay men. And we said that sexual orientation wouldn’t be a consideration,” Markus reminded Arpad. “We’re fantasizing, remember? So anything goes.”
Arpad grunted. “Attila. So that’s what you like? I thought you had better taste than that.”
“I like you,” Markus retorted. “So I can’t be all that particular, can I?”
“Very funny, dude.”
“And you?” Markus prompted. “Your choice, for a threesome with you and me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that blond guy, Gusztav.”
“Ah—funny you should mention him.”
“Oh, you slut. Let me guess,” an exasperated Arpad said. “You’ve had the guy?”
“A couple of times, yeah.”
“Fast worker, aren’t you? Gusztav didn’t join the gym all that long ago.
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“Are you pissed off because I beat you to him?”
“Aw, shut the fuck up.” But then Arpad grinned. “You can make it up to me, you know.”
“Let me guess. By getting into a threesome with you and Gusztav?”
“Well,” Arpad pointed out, “it’s not as though he’s straight, or that a threesome with him is otherwise outside of the range of possibility.”
“All right,” Markus agreed. “I’ll ask him.”
To Markus’s relief, Arpad didn’t seem jealous, because Markus had another local fuck buddy. If anything, Arpad seemed intrigued. He’d never had any extended contact with Gusztav, although he knew him from the gym.
It didn’t take long for Markus to recruit Gusztav for a threesome. Gusztav, like Arpad, was agreeable, indeed eager. The only question was when to schedule it. They finally agreed to meet on a Friday evening, at Markus’s place.
Markus served his two guests bottled dark lager. He also had an extra-large pizza delivered. The pizza, with a thick soft crust, was piled high with mushrooms and tomatoes, and seasoned with garlic, onion, parsley, oregano, black pepper, and olive oil. As a final touch, it was covered by an aromatic layer of Páter, a Hungarian cheese with a straw-yellow color, which underwent a long ripening process and was exceptionally flexible, lending itself well to being melted as a topping.
Arpad asked Gusztav about his training routine. Markus was glad to see that the two men were getting along so well.
“This pizza is disgusting,” Arpad mumbled, as he stuffed his face with another slice of it. “It’s going to make me all bloated and blocky. I can feel my body fat increasing with every bite.”
“Yeah, it’s downright revolting,” Gusztav agreed. He too was gorging himself.
“Don’t forget unhealthy,” Markus said, as he also nibbled greedily on a slice.
Soon every morsel of the offending food item had been consumed, and the three guys washed it down with more lager.
“All right, we’ve all made pigs of ourselves, and we’ll have to train extra hard tomorrow, to burn off all these calories,” Gusztav said. “Meanwhile—” He gave Markus a searching look. “There are other ways to exercise. I seem to recall I was lured here with the promise of sex.”
Markus laughed. “My bed is turned down and waiting, whenever you men are ready.”
“Bro, when I comes to sex, I was born ready!” Arpad declared. “How about you, Gusztav?”
Gusztav grinned. “I’m ready, too. Just lead the way!”
They trooped into the bedroom, with a haste which betrayed their eagerness for sex. With the same speed, the three bodybuilders got undressed.
“I’m not used to seeing so much muscle in one room at once,” Gusztav remarked. “At least not outside the locker room or the weight room down at the gym. To say nothing of so much hard cock.”
“I am,” Arpad bragged. “But then, I’m afraid I’m a slut. What’s your pleasure, Markus? You’re the host. It’d only be polite to let you decide what we do first.”
Markus was already holding his stiff penis in his fist, gripping it firmly, stroking it. He groaned, responding to his self-induced pleasure, and to the sight of the other two fine physiques in the room. “I’m so fucking horny,” he confessed. “I’ll do anything! But to be honest, guys—I’ve got this fantasy I’d kind of like to act out.”
“Let’s hear it,” Gusztav urged.
“I want to pretend I’m being ‘forced’—‘raped,’ even,” Markus confessed, feverishly. “I want you guys to hold me down on the bed and fuck the hell out of me, against my will, just using me for a cum dump.”
“Oh, is that all?” Gusztav asked, with a droll laugh. “I was expecting something more extreme, involving ropes and chains, and whips, maybe. I think Arpad and I can oblige you,” he added, after exchanging smirks and nods with Arpad. “Yeah, stud, your ass is going to be up for grabs!”
I sure as hell hope so! Markus told himself. Gusztav stood there, a youthful blond satyr or Priapus, grinning at him insolently, while Arpad looked on, playing with his own rigid cock.
“If you think you’re up to the job, pussy boy,” Markus taunted Gusztav. “You look like a wimp, to me.”
He’d intended to get a rise out of the guy. He’d succeeded! Maybe too well!
Without saying another word, Gusztav sprang at Markus, knocking him down onto the bed and pinning him underneath his hard, muscular body on the mattress, proceeding to grind his crotch against Markus’s, naked cock flesh against naked cock flesh. Markus struggled, trying to squirm out from under the other man, and he started to yell further insults and taunts—but these were cut off when Gusztav clamped his big, sweaty, calloused palm over Markus’s mouth.
“Shut up, you muscle cunt,” Gusztav said, matter-of-factly. “Or I won’t just fuck you—I’ll beat you black and blue! We know your type, don’t we, Arpad? Big, tough, pumped-up dude. Who acts real macho. But who’s nothing but a dirty sex pig of a cocksucker when you let him have some cock!”
When Markus tried to bite his hand in retaliation, Gusztav hauled back and slapped him on the face, none too gently, stunning him into momentary submission.
But Markus’s reaction was surprising. “Uh, do that again, please, hit me again!” he begged. “I like it! It turns me on!”
“Slut,” Gusztav decreed, obligingly smacking Markus’s face a second time with the flat of his big, calloused hand again.
“Yeah,” Markus moaned, ecstatically. “Oh, yeah! That gets me hot! So hot!”
“I can tell it does, pussy boy. What a cunt. Shit! I’ve met your kind of dirty, nasty prickteasers before,” Gusztav blustered. “I’ve fucked those bitches up the ass and they’ve always loved it and come back for more. And you’re going to love it and beg for it, too, once it’s in you. We’re both going to rape your ass, so you may as well just lie back and enjoy it.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s what I want,” Markus mumbled. “That’s what I like. Treat me rough!”
Arpad suddenly seemed very eager indeed to start acting out the fantasy scenario.
“Let’s make good use of this bitch,” he suggested, to Gusztav. “I want his ass.”
“Be my guest,” a sneering Gusztav told him.
Secretly, Markus was thrilled. Both of his musclebros were perfectly nice guys, under normal circumstances. Now, though, egged on by him, they were doing a pretty good imitation of being sexual sadists! Markus wouldn’t have put anything past Arpad, whom, he suspected, had a dark side to his ordinarily affable personality. But Markus was genuinely surprised by how gleefully sweet Gusztav, who resembled an extremely muscular blond cherub, was entering into the nasty roleplaying!
Maybe I should’ve been careful what I wished for, Markus told himself. It’s a little late now, though. Too late to back out now. Looks like my ass has had it!
Arpad hastily and rather clumsily mounted Markus. Lifting Markus’s legs over his shoulders, he tried to penetrate his ass without using any lubricant, while Gusztav, his supposed accomplice in crime, looked on excitedly, with his own big hard-on sticking far out in front of his groin, dripping semen from the pouting piss slit in its tip.
Arpad’s unlubricated cockhead pressed against Markus’s dry, tense, and unprepared sphincter rim. The nudge of the glans against his pucker hurt, and Markus grimaced and gasped in unfeigned pain.
“Open your asshole and take his dick,” Gusztav told him, bluntly. “Or—do you want me to bitch slap you again?” he added, callously. “Maybe that’d turn you on. Either way, you’re going to get fucked, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Yeah, spread it, pussy boy,” Arpad growled, getting into the spirit of the rape fantasy.
“All right. Fuck me. But for Christ’s sake, you’re going to have to grease it up first. I can’t take your cock dry like this,” Markus whimpered. “You’re hung too big.”
“Bullshit.” Arpad’s strong legs forced Markus’s thighs wider apart. “Relax,” he grunted. “
Take it.”
“I can’t. You’re hurting me, you bastard.”
“You’re going to have to relax and open that hole if you want it fucked, boy!” Arpad warned.
“Grease it up first!” Markus repeated. “Don’t fuck me dry,” he begged. “Put some of this on your dick, you bastard,” he instructed, offering Arpad the lube. “But don’t use too much. I don’t want to have a sore asshole in the morning, but I don’t want to spoil my pleasure, either. I like to feel some friction inside my hole when I get fucked.”
He wasn’t exactly talking like a reluctant, unwilling rape victim. And Arpad called him on that.
“Sounds like you really want it, dude,” Arpad grunted.
“There’s nothing I can do to stop you from screwing me, you pricks, but don’t think I’m going to like it,” Markus lied, reverting into his feigned, nonconsensual mode. And he, like his two companions, knew damn well he was lying! Although his face still burned from Gusztav’s abusive slap, there was undeniably something perversely exciting about the fantasy scenario. The two muscular studs were both strong and virile, and they seemed determined to screw Markus, whether he liked the idea of submitting to them or not. And—just as undeniably—the prospect of being “raped” by the two horny men really turned Markus on!
“All right,” Arpad grumbled. “Give me that lube.”
“Pussy,” Gusztav taunted Markus. “A real man could take it dry.”
Okay, let’s see you take it that way, first! Markus wanted to retort. But he kept silent.
His anus seemed to be smoldering, deep inside, as he watched Arpad prepare to anoint his dick with the lubricant. Even this slight delay was agony for Markus.
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