“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 floor
s 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
Crazy Kinky Dirty Pirates
Chapter 1
Kyle closed his eyes with a smile when ocean-scented air hit his face. Dan wouldn’t tell him where they were going, but with four days off work, he wasn’t complaining. Dan must have planned something good. He always did. Four years into their relationship, and Kyle would entrust his life to him.
“I’m so excited!” Kyle glanced at Dan before looking back to the ocean, which stretched along the horizon as they drove down a narrow road with the sun as their only companion.
Dan smirked and put his arm around Kyle’s shoulders as they drove off the main road, entering a small harbor town.
Would they spend a romantic week here? Kyle really wanted to try all the fresh seafood, walk down the shore, and maybe visit a lighthouse in the area.
“So ... we won’t be alone,” said Dan, shattering the vision Kyle had created in his mind.
“Oh. Okay. Are your parents coming?” he asked, slightly deflated.
He had wine and a Jacuzzi on his mind and maybe roleplaying the bellboy at their hotel with Dan being an arrogant millionaire who always gets what he wants.
Dan laughed, driving past the loveliest houses with tidy gardens. “Nope. We’ll be spending the weekend on a yacht with some friends.”
Kyle’s lips parted. “Oh, wow! That’s even better than what I had in mind! Who’s gonna be there?”
Dan slid his hand off Kyle’s shoulders as they reached the town center at the shore. “It’s Leo’s yacht, but Jon, Sam, and Derek are all gonna be there with us,” he said, glancing at Kyle.
Kyle’s heart skipped a beat. “So it’s that kind of trip.”
They’d had several sexcapades with the guys after the memorable clown kidnapping, so he had a rough idea of what a weekend with them could entail. His imagination sent a spark of excitement down his body. He looked into Dan’s handsome face, awaiting more intel. He could tell nothing through the sunglasses on Dan’s nose.
Dan chewed on his lip. “You trust them, right?”
“I do. They’re all really cool. Leo’s something else, but he never goes over the boundaries we set.”
Dan chuckled. “Yeah, they’re good guys.” He was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. “I’ve been talking to all of them, and we were wondering if you’d be okay with skipping condoms?” he asked, and his large, warm hand squeezed Kyle’s thigh. “They told me they're being safe, and I had them tested last week.”
Kyle’s heart started beating even faster. He’d only ever barebacked with Dan, and it felt amazing to be with a man without any barriers. In his dreams and fantasies, there were never any condoms. They both trusted the guys, and Kyle w
as sure Dan would have taken extra care to make sure they were all clean.
Five guys doing him bare? Hell yes.
“That’s so hot,” he whispered, realizing he couldn’t find enough lung capacity to speak up. The whole thing overwhelmed him.
Dan slouched, and his hand relaxed. “You sure? You know you can change your mind as we go. Berlin for stop what you’re doing now, and Paris for stop the scene.”
Kyle grabbed Dan’s hand, his palm already sweaty. “Yes, I’m safe with you. The guys are great, so if they’re all tested on top of everything else, I want it. Sam and Derek rarely sleep with others anyway, Jon’s a doctor, so I’m assuming he’s super-sensitive to this stuff, and Leo’s … you know. Insane, but not stupid.”
Dan nodded. “If you get tired or something, there will be a place where you can just have the time off, no matter how much of it you need. We want you comfortable.”
That essentially meant Kyle would get thoroughly fucked again. As exhausting as it was to be the center of attention for five men, he loved the soreness that came afterward.
He bit his lip, giving Dan a hungry glance. “How long will we be staying then?”
Dan drove up to a private parking area and handed a piece of paper to the guard, who looked at it and let them in. Leo, whom Kyle met as Dorothy the Clown, was insanely rich, so he suspected they were occupying his parking spot. “We can be here up to four days, but that’s because I need to go back to work. We must take more days off sometime,” said Dan and gave Kyle a sweet peck on the lips.
“We’re spending the whole weekend and then some on a yacht? That is so amazing. Good to have rich friends, right?” Kyle snorted, watching Dan leave the car.
He was as handsome as ever with his simple grey T-shirt stretching over his firm chest. Dan was tall enough for many tops to be short on him, but Kyle wasn’t complaining when the T-shirt rolled up, revealing a bit of back once Dan bent over the trunk.
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