Crazy Kinky Dirty Love

by K. A. Merikan

  “Please, no more,” Kyle whimpered as the thick man-meat pushed at his abused anus. The cum and some extra lube only gave the new dick more glide, and Kyle shuddered, imagining jizz pumped out of him as the man made room for his own seed.

  “What’s that, filthy cunt? More cock?” Leo laughed, and Kyle was sure there was a sound of a photo being snapped.

  They had agreed on those as long as they didn’t contain Kyle’s face or the tattoo on his wrist. His breath hitched as he thought of strangers all over the world watching the photos online and jerking off so hard their jizz sprayed their computer screens.

  As the man pushed all the way in, Kyle came to the conclusion it wasn’t Dan, whose cock had less of a curve. Sam’s always dragged over Kyle’s inner walls and choked him more than others, so that was definitely him.

  “Please, stop,” Kyle begged, even though the way Sam’s cockhead brushed against his prostate had him shivering. “It’s the big guy, Jon!”

  “Wrong again,” hissed Dan somewhere close to his ear, and as Kyle looked that way, he saw a shadow through the fabric.

  The low voice made ants crawl all the way down his spine, over his dick, and into his ass, making the whole experience even more amazing. Soon enough, he’d have three loads inside him.

  When Sam sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, Kyle lost all ability to speak coherently. That curve always got his prostate nudged, and Kyle couldn’t help writhing under his fake rapist. Sam gripped Kyle’s shoulders to keep him steady and worked his ass like a machine, grunting and hissing out dirty words.

  Despite the lack of touch on his cock or any tenderness, Kyle came before Sam did, and shudders kept going through his body as his own cum drizzled over the panties, and his ass started rhythmically squeezing Sam’s dick. He could hardly breathe, and being buried under the skirts didn’t help. He was happy to be on the chest because his body was going limp.

  “Fuck!” Sam hissed and a few more thrusts teased Kyle’s prostate as he left his load inside. “The bitch just came. I could feel it. Princess fucking loves it. I bet I could stick two dicks in that ass, and he’d be even happier.”

  Kyle yelped when Sam stuck his pinky in, next to his cock. He was panting, mewling, and crying again, overwhelmed by all the emotion and his own orgasm.

  “Looks like it. The princess is a dirty little slut with a useless cock between her legs,” said Leo, his voice raspy, but whether with smoke or newfound lust, Kyle didn’t know.

  “Might as well get rid of it,” said Jon. “Less hassle if no one mistakes her for a man. We could cut it off or fasten a string around it until it falls off along with the balls.”

  Kyle whimpered and sobbed, unable to move, unable to close his legs, and feeling more cum dribble out of his hole once Sam pulled away.

  “I think our princess needs a ring on that cock,” Dan said and reached under the skirts to reveal Kyle’s head. He looked into Kyle’s eyes and pulled on his hair. “You are here for us, not to think about your own dick, which will never see any action unless we want you to put on a show.”

  “Yes, sir,” Kyle said breathlessly and noticed in the corner of his eye that Leo was smoking a pipe.

  “The game’s over. I don’t want you all disappointed by fucking a loose hole. We want your body tense and tight, Princess, and we will have it that way later tonight.” Leo breathed out a cloud of smoke and squinted. He disappeared from Kyle’s sight, and moments later Kyle felt a finger easily slip into him. “It’s a shame a wench gets used up and filthy so quick.”

  “Captain,” Jon started, with a slight tremble to his voice. “May I stick my dick into all that jizz anyway?”

  All the other pirates snorted, shaking their heads as two tally marks were drawn on Kyle’s buttock. Leo frowned and pressed his boot against Kyle’s cheek.

  “If you want ... be my guest, Jon. Everyone’s allowed their eccentricities,” he said and walked off, leaving behind the distinct scent of tobacco.

  “Aye, aye, Captain! I’ll cream this bitch so hard he’s still gonna be oiled up for you in the evening!” Jon declared and slapped Kyle on the ass with his big hand.

  Kyle shivered in humiliation when the breeze caressed the wet spots between his buttocks and thighs.

  But just as he thought that his degradation couldn’t get any worse, Dan’s feet appeared right in front of him, and his heartbeat sped up, elated by the presence of his lover. Dan grabbed Kyle by the hair and forced him to look up. A very hot, very hard dick slapped him in the face, and Dan squeezed the base of his cock, staring at Kyle with his mouth plump, eyes wide, and skin flushed even in the opening of his shirt.

  “I’m not gonna stick it in that filthy hole. You’re disgusting,” he hissed and spat into Kyle’s face before smearing the saliva all over with his smooth cockhead.

  Even the scent of Dan’s pubes was arousing, not to mention the four men behind him watching his creamed ass. Kyle turned his head away from the best dick he’d ever known, just to tease Dan and make him force his way in. But when Jon pushed into his ass, all the way to the hilt, Kyle’s lips came open with a moan. Jon’s cock wasn’t very long, but the thing was thick and meaty, stretching his spunk-coated insides. It hurt a bit now that he had come, but at the same time, being used in this way, regardless of his own comfort, added a whole new layer of pleasure to the experience. Kyle moaned again when Jon changed his angle, hissing and groaning as he moved his cock inside a hole that had been fucked three times already. He bet Jon thought about it too, about all the cum that was now dribbling out and clinging to his cock.

  Dan slapped Kyle’s mouth with his engorged dick. This time, Kyle had no brainpower left to resist and opened up for the purple invader that pushed straight into his throat. He choked, bucking against Jon, but this way, he only got more cock up his ass.

  “Take it,” demanded Dan, grabbing Kyle by both ears.

  There was no escape from it now, and Dan’s cock was so hard, it demanded entry with every thrust he made, no matter whether Kyle gagged or not.

  Jon groaned behind Kyle, and considering this was Jon’s wet dream, there was no surprise he was about to come already. “What a dirty bitch. Fuck! I’m gonna come inside your filthy ass. Right where everyone else dumped their load” His thick fingers dug into Kyle’s hips, holding him in place as Jon added his load to the spunk inside of Kyle.

  Dan grinned as he plundered Kyle’s mouth. “Should have guessed the first guy right, Princess. Then you wouldn’t end up with three more cocks up your ass. I can’t wait to mark your face for the load I’ll make you swallow. You’re not letting a single drop of my cum drizzle out, understand? I’ll make you lick it up if you do.”

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” murmured Jon at Kyle’s back end as his cock vacated Kyle’s hole, leaving it sore and gaping. It seemed Mr. Cocks wasn’t as appreciative.

  Dan’s eyes were intense and bright against the blurry lines of kohl, and he had no compliments for Kyle. He was here to get off, and if he couldn’t do so in a snug ass, he’d fill up Kyle’s stomach. Just as the big cockhead pushed its way into Kyle’s throat and the dark pubes tickled Kyle’s nose, Jon marked Kyle’s ass with the fourth tally mark. The indignity of it was hot beyond belief. Anyone who’d see his naked body would know how many times he had been used by the pirates.

  Kyle wished the hard skullfuck he was getting would never end. Dan’s hands were so demanding and brutal, just as Kyle liked them. His jaw ached from being forced open for so long, but when Dan suddenly pulled out, Kyle was ready to follow. His stomach clenched when he watched the delicious, fresh cum spill all over the clean wooden panels of the floor.

  Kyle blinked, for a moment not sure what happened. Dan wanted him to swallow but had backed away. Kyle looked up with a question at the tip of his tongue, and Dan smiled maliciously. And then it sunk in.

  “You’ll be licking that up, filthy bitch. Can’t even suck a dick?” Dan asked breathlessly.

  He slapped Kyle on the cheek hard en
ough to leave a burn, and then, with his beautiful cock still out, he untied Kyle’s hands before dragging him forward over the wooden chest. “Lick it. The captain likes his deck fucking pristine. Is that clear?” hissed Dan, pushing Kyle’s face against the droplets of cum, as if he were a puppy that needed to learn a lesson about peeing indoors.

  Kyle didn’t hesitate and lapped at the warm spurts of cum, relishing their taste and his undignified position with his ass up high and the spreader bar still between his legs.

  Derek laughed behind him. “That’s a flood of jizz on that chest. I’m not cleaning that up.”

  Kyle whimpered as he licked up the last bit of Dan’s cum and dared to kiss his toe. His lips lingered for a second, letting him feel the familiar skin, but very soon, the ship whore was to be put to work, and the captain’s right hand didn’t want to get any dirt on himself.

  “Lick up your mess, too. Or wipe it off with the only clothes you have. I don’t care,” said Dan, and his words sent Kyle’s mind even further into the lustful frenzy.

  He’d wipe the chest with his skirt so he’d smell the cum on his clothes. This weekend was already close to topping the clown gangbang, and it had only begun.

  Chapter 4

  Kyle stretched over his luxurious bed, completely naked under a clean sheet. There was soft music coming through the sound system, and after a long bath and a nap, he was clean in both body and spirit. He ate a light lunch that had been waiting for him in the fridge and took his time fantasizing about all those dicks unloading on him. But most of all, he thought of Dan, so rough and crude in his simple outfit, with bare feet and dark smudges around the eyes. He was the ultimate hot beefcake.

  As he was waiting to be called back to the fun, he put the dress and female clothes back on, though he did give the panties a quick wash and had them dry in the sun by the window. Transforming back into the wench gave Kyle a thrill, and the moment he pulled on the panties with a hole at the back, the adrenaline rush of humiliation hit him. As soon as someone lifted his skirt, his ass would be exposed and available for handling. As he watched himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but be in awe of Dan. Sure, Leo had put a lot of work into the scene too—it was his yacht in the first place—but Dan had made it all happen and made Kyle feel so safe.

  As Kyle’s mind drifted off to the treasure map that Dan had mentioned, there was a knock on the door. He took a deep breath.

  “Come out whenever you’re ready,” Dan said.

  Kyle didn’t keep him waiting, but as soon as he came out, Dan grabbed his arm and pushed him against the wall.

  “I forgot something,” he said and drew a line on Kyle’s chest with a marker. “You didn’t wash off the ones on your ass, have you?”

  Kyle swallowed. Markers didn’t come off easily. They’d learnt that the hard way trying to remove dirty words off Kyle’s cheek before a visit to his parents. But he was eager to present the hole in his panties. He turned around and lifted his skirt for Dan without a word.

  A shiver ran down his spine at the distinct gasp behind him. Dan’s fingers moved over the lace, setting on fire what seemed like every nerve ending under Kyle’s skin. Dan kneeled behind Kyle and very slowly pulled the lace down, revealing his ass. He tsked. “Well, they are visible, but someone soaked in soapy water a bit too long,” said Dan before applying four vertical lines on the sensitive flesh, possibly adding color to the old marks.

  Once Kyle turned around, Dan ordered him to take off the dress, and Kyle figured being told to put it on just so he could then be ordered to undress in front of Dan was part of the torment. He followed the order without a peep, staying in just the ripped panties, stockings, and the fabric corset. His cock was visible through the lace, and heat spread over Kyle’s cheeks at the thought that it would surely be erect soon enough.

  “What are you staring at? The men are hungry,” hissed Dan and pushed Kyle toward the stairs.

  Kyle gulped and rushed upstairs, not wanting to anger the vile pirate further. His presence was greeted with loud catcalls from the entire crew, who was gathered on the main deck, sitting around a table with glass tankards full of ... definitely not beer or rum. It reminded Kyle that Dan strongly objected to anyone using alcohol during scenes, and he was glad to be so protected. He liked and trusted all of the guys, but it was Dan who really had Kyle’s safety and comfort in mind at all times.

  The sun was slowly setting, and it lit the silver-hued yacht with its warm color. It was the kind of light that reminded Kyle of summer, but he knew he hadn’t been brought on deck to dream of sandy beaches.

  Sam whistled and pulled on the torn panties hard enough to throw Kyle into his lap. “Well, hello, Princess. Why don’t you sit in my lap right away?” he asked, grabbing Kyle’s crotch.

  “He’s supposed to serve us! I’m hungry,” Leo groaned. The mechanical parrot was back on his shoulder, but at least it was silent.

  Sam thrust his hips a few times under Kyle, but let him go. “I just remembered that the princess liked my dick best.”

  “With her ass. Big fucking achievement,” growled Derek.

  Sam pushed Kyle off so hard he almost fell to the floor. “Fine. Princess, give us our fucking dinner!”

  Dan squeezed his hand around Kyle’s arm and tugged him under the roofing to what seemed to be the main room, now decorated with fabric and stacks of chocolate coins in golden wrappers. “The food and all the other things are in the corner,” he said, nodding toward a small kitchen. “Give us the plates and cutlery first.”

  Kyle nodded quickly, but gasped when Dan grabbed his cheeks. “And no messing up our food. I’m watching you. And just because you’re serving, doesn’t mean your hole is off limits. I will have it if I want to. Understood?”

  Kyle quickly nodded. “Yes, Mr. Cocks.” He had to bite the inside of his mouth not to bust out laughing.

  Dan’s mouth twitched and he stormed off, probably unable to hold a straight face either. Kyle chewed on his lip and walked up to the kitchen. A list of things he was supposed to do was glued to the wall, but mindful of Dan’s instructions, Kyle pulled out plates and cutlery first.

  In a moment of playfulness, he took off the panties and put them on the other way so his cock stuck out obscenely through the hole. The shameful way it looked gave him a shiver, and he even found a mirror to have a quick look. One deep breath later, he grabbed the stack of plates and cutlery and walked out with them to the crew.

  The men stilled for a split second, only to erupt with wild laughter. Their faces were tan and flushed, so handsome in their cruelty.

  “Looks like he wants to prove to us that there’s more to him than holes,” said Derek, having a swig of what looked like an orange soda from a beer glass.

  Leo moved first and he grabbed Kyle’s stiff dick, pulling on it as if it were a leash. A flash of excitement washed though Kyle, and he barely kept the plates up.

  “You really think this little maggot can impress any of us?”

  “I-I just didn’t want the hole back there …” Kyle uttered, but the touch to his cock was so unexpected he got goose bumps.

  Leo cackled and gave his cock a gentle twist that was just enough to hurt without causing damage. “Look at this, my crew. If my dick was so small, I’d never remove it from my pants!”

  “He should make use of what nature’s given him,” whispered Sam, and Kyle yelped when his thick fingers slid over the lace that dug into Kyle’s ass.

  “It’s true.” Jon sipped from his mug. “That asshole is pretty sweet. Everything else doesn’t matter.”

  “That reminds me.” Dan got up with a smirk and held up a single black cock ring.

  Kyle backed off, only pushing further into Sam. “I’m sorry, I’ll tuck it in.” He quickly put the plates on the table.

  “No, you won’t,” rasped Dan.

  Before Kyle knew it, two pairs of arms grabbed him in a backbreaking hold. Dan didn’t waste any time either and kneeled in front of Kyle, grabbing his half-ha
rd cock. The ring was made of leather, and when Dan put it on, Kyle shivered with the humiliation of being forced to wear it.

  Someone patted Kyle’s lace-clad ass, and Leo laughed. “At least this way, we won’t have him coming all over our table just because he’s getting over-excited.”

  Kyle’s cheeks throbbed with heat, and he looked down at the hole in his stockings. The mocking would have no end, and he was eating it up.

  “What are you waiting for? Get our food!” Dan yelled so close to Kyle’s face it made him jump.

  He quickly nodded when the hands let him go.

  “Faster. What are you? A fucking tortoise?” hissed Jon, slapping Kyle’s ass goodbye.

  The sensation spread all over Kyle’s buttocks as he ran to the kitchenette, desperate not to be a disappointment. The instructions were there, but the howling and lewd comments didn’t help his case as he pushed the first plate of food into the microwave.

  “If you don’t move, I’m gonna personally stick my rum up your ass and fill you with it!”

  As Kyle was filling the table, the guys kept pinching him, fondling his cock or ass, or twisting a nipple. The feast was fajitas that everyone could fill with whatever sauce, salsa, or meat they wanted. There were also side salads, fruit, and, cakes on a side table for them to eat later.

  When Kyle had finished transporting food to the table and the guys were halfway through the meal, he knew he wouldn’t know any peace. Dan called him over with a gesture and unfastened Kyle’s corset, relieving the pressure on his ribs.

  “Kneel,” Dan said, and as soon as Kyle followed the order, Dan put a plate with chopped tomatoes in front of him. “Don’t use your hands, dog.”

  “That’s right, eat but keep your ass high,” said Jon with a loud laugh as he raised the fajita to his mouth.