“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.
“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.
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