by Hank Wilder
Razor reaches a hand but Jack promptly slaps it away.
“Me first,” he says with an edge to his voice that makes me quiver. Jack runs his hand down the length of my body. His fingers linger around my hard chest and then slide onward, scratching my inner thigh and rubbing up against my swollen dick, making me gasp.
Jack kisses me hard and then bites my lip as he pulls away. I can’t help it, I want more. He undresses quickly and whips out his huge cock, which stands at full attention.
“Give it to me,” I beg, and he’s all too happy to oblige. Jack steps forward all swollen and hard, aligning his shaft with the entrance of my tight asshole.
“Fuck me.” I plead. “Take me with your big fat cocks.”
My eyes close tight as he plunges his shaft inside me. Jack’s beard scratches against my cheek while he buries himself in my neck and his hands grope my flesh, squeezing my skin and leaving deep red marks.
My skin tingles and burns as his hips move furiously, slamming my body against the boxcar while he fucks me roughly. I long to wrap my arms around him, to feel his muscular body as it violated me, but with my hand’s restrained I’m left to moan and gasp as he takes my body and pounds my gay ass.
I crane my head and watch the others as they, in turn, watch me. The whole gang has their cocks gripped tightly in their hands, beating off as they watch me getting reamed from behind. It’s intoxicating to be the center of attention like this, subconsciously encouraging me to take things even farther and put on a show for the guys.
“Fuck me like a filthy gay boy!” I scream at Jack, literally trembling with excitement.
He pumps even harder, filling me with his enormous size while his hips slap against my taut, youthful ass cheeks.
After a while of this, Jack pulls away and the hulking frame of Razor takes his place. I can feel Razor aligning his cock with my tightness and then pushing forward, expanding my asshole around his thick cock as I let out a long moan.
Razor is a powerful man, crashing against my ass so furiously that I’m afraid my body will be ripped apart. He’s even rougher than Jack and his hands squeeze my buns tightly, positioning my hips so that he can drive even deeper in to my butt. I writhe and moan against the wall as the train thunders along, the rhythm of the rails only adding to the blissful sensations that course through my body.
Over the long while they continue to take turns on me until each one of the four guys has had a chance at fucking me from behind.
“I want more.” I beg. “I need two cocks in my hole at the same time.”
I’m not entirely sure what’s come over me, but I like it, and the men are happy to oblige.
Still tied to the wall, the positioning takes some creativity but after a moment of experimentation we manage to arrange ourselves. Bobby slides in front of me and lifts me up so that my legs are wrapped around his muscular torso. He guides me down with his strong arms and slowly impales me on his firm, thick cock.
“Fuck.” I moan, biting my lip as the rope pulls tightly at my wrists.
Bobby pumps me up and down a few times, using gravity to slam me onto his rod with even more power and force than I expected from the young man. I glance over my shoulder to see Jack approaching swiftly, his mammoth dick gripped tightly as he prepares for entry. He stands behind me and grabs two handfuls of my gay ass, spreading me open while he places the head of his cock against my already filled backdoor.
“Yes!” I cry. “Double penetrate me!”
The sensation of both their cocks inside of me at the same time is almost too much to bear, but as they continue to pump in and out of my body I find myself enjoying it more and more. I feel completely violated in the most incredible, sexy way.
While they continue to double penetrate me, I finally manage to wrestle one of my hands free from the rope and reach down to frantically stroke my cock. I can feel myself drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and I’m just about there when suddenly Jack pulls out of my tight asshole and Lee takes his place.
Lee plows me even harder, ramming my maxed out ass with complete abandon. I start to quake with ecstasy as the lustful feelings flood back into my body, starting from my lower stomach and then spreading out across my chest and down my arms and legs.
“Yes!” I scream. “Pound my tight little asshole! I’m a bad, bad runaway boy and I need to be punished!”
The guys seem to like my vocalizing because it kicks them into and even higher gear, throttling my toned body with all of their manly strength until, somehow, my other wrist comes untied and I slip down off the boxcar wall.
The men catch me and then lower me onto the floor, where I end up straddling Bobby. The next thing I know, I’m riding him ferociously. Lee is still behind me, his cock also planted firmly up my tight ass, and moments later the other two box car dwellers have positioned themselves in front of my face, their huge dicks battling for attention within my mouth. I do my best to suck them with equally special treatment, trading back and forth between their massive rods.
The whole gang starts pumping in and out of me in rhythm, and at that moment I finally feel myself tipping over the edge of orgasm. I cry out, my screams muffled by the cocks that fill my throat as tears of pleasure and relief pour down my face. My body clenches tight as I cum, every muscle seizing with tiny blissful explosions. Thick ropes of jizz shoot from the head of my cock, splattering everywhere.
Below me, Bobby start’s to cum, too, ejecting a thick load of hot spunk up into my ass. I groan as I feel him shudder and, through blurry tears, I watch his teeth clench and his eyes roll back into his head, pumping load after load into me.
I feel the train careen through the night and my body rattles against it as Lee continues thrusting into my cum filled asshole. He slams faster and faster and then suddenly stops, pushing in and holding tight. I can sense his huge cock twitching inside of me, filling my ass with so much cum that eventually it begins to squirt out from the sides of my tightly plugged rim, running down my legs in warm, milky streaks. He finally pulls out of me, spilling everywhere.
Jack quickly takes his place, using the running jizz as lube while he plows up into my double reamed asshole. He only takes a few thrusts before grabbing my shoulders tightly and crying out into the lonesome night air.
“Oh fuck!” Jack moans as his cum swirls warmly with the previous loads inside me.
Razor is the last to go, pumping ferociously between my lips with his hands behind my head. He’s guiding me up and down on his shaft, forcing me to take him all the way down as I frantically attempt to swallow his entirety. It wouldn’t be as difficult if his cock wasn’t so massive, but I somehow manage to take him and suddenly the man is exploding within my throat. He fills my mouth with warm liquid, which runs out of the corners and spills down my cheeks on either side. I swallow as much as I can and then pull him out, wiping my face playfully.
There’s still a bit of jizz on the end of his dick, so I lean forward and lick it off with my tongue.
Now that the guys are all finished, I expect to at least have a moment to clean up and collect myself. Unfortunately, this is not the case. Within seconds, I find myself being hoisted up and, once again, tied to the wall. This time they make extra sure that my bindings won’t come undone.
“We’ve got a long ride ahead of us.” Jack tells me.
I smile, bound to the train as it keeps rolling along.
BOUND AND GAY
The Vegas High Rollers
2
Las Vegas has always been the city of my dreams. I know that a lot of guys my age dream of their name in bright lights on Hollywood boulevard or the marquees of Broadway, but those places have always seemed so traditional; so obvious. I much prefer the dirty, wild atmosphere of Vegas. The lights are far brighter, anyway. It’s bigger and bolder and louder. Quickly outgrowing the small town where I was raised, I’ve always known that Vegas is a place I would fit in perfectly. I was always drawn to the thought of a bigger, grander life than the one I was
born into.
I blame my grandfather for that. A traveling wildman himself, he always filled me with tales of wonder and awe from around the globe, urging me pursue my dreams. After he died, Grandpa left me a sizable inheritance and I immediately knew what to do with it.
Now here I am, on my way to the city that Elvis sung so affectionately about, were Sinatra crooned and high-rolling gamblers rose and fell, sometimes overnight. When I think of the names that have performed and lived in Vegas I can barely believe that I’m going to be treading along the same path, walking beneath the same shimmering city lights.
Of course, I’m also a realist. I could easily be fooling myself and I very well might return home with my tail between my legs; the pressures of this fast paced, big city life just too much to bear. But it’s nice to dream, and even if I don’t make it here in Vegas, at least I can say that I tried.
My mom wasn’t happy that I left. Religious and overbearing, she thinks that only the worst people on earth come to Vegas, and that I’m going to be corrupted by all the glitz and glamour. It is sin city after all.
But I always remember the promise that I made to my grandfather; Do something with your life, go where your heart leads you, and never stop dreaming.
The bus ride is long and the scenery barren, giving me a lot of time to really think about things. To me, Vegas is a testament to the American spirit. Here, out in the desert heat, entrepreneurs built a beautiful, strange, crazy city from nothing. It’s in the middle of nowhere and really had no right to succeed because, after all, there are plenty of cities in better locations that have turned into ghost towns.
Yet there’s something about Vegas that managed to capture the imagination and wonder of those searching for something; Of big dreamers. It’s like a microcosm of the first pioneers, who changed a harsh land into a cosmopolitan network of cities and highways. In a lot of ways, it also reminds me of myself.
The coach rumbles along and I try to ignore the overwhelming stench of perfume that is violently emanating from the woman behind me.
This city is not what I expected. It’s even better.
After checking in, I take a walk down the strip and am blown away by the sheer about of people streaming about. It’s like I’m caught in a human zoo. Almost everyone I see is either drinking or drunk, even in the early hours of the morning, and the ground is absolutely covered in leaflets for young, hot escorts. There’s no shame here, which is something that a gay guy like me can fully appreciate after coming up in a small town.
Hotels tower above me, shimmering with silver and gold in the sweltering heat and making me feel as though I’ve been transported to some strange, alien world.
I never believed in love at first sight until now.
As I walk through the casinos I’m overwhelmed by the sounds of rattling coins and jackpot bells. The blinking lights flash but everyone is focused on their own machine, just waiting for their big break that never comes.
I suddenly realize that these are the only sounds I can hear, not a single conversation audible in the whole place. Everyone is in their own little bubble and I’m just wandering through like an ethereal spirit.
For a moment I’m tempted to join them, my heartbeat quickening as the flashing lights and high-pitched alarms play havoc on my senses, luring me like a siren’s song that I somehow manage to resist.
I just arrived, I tell myself, I can’t already get caught in the quicksand.
When I emerge from the dark casino pit I have to squint as my eyes as they adjust to the blazing sun, terrified to imagine what it must be like for those people who spend their lives in the casinos, eventually requiring a ventilator of canned air as they waste their life savings away. Do they even remember what sunlight is?
I spend all day walking and by the end of it my legs are aching and sore, but I’m somehow insatiable, eager for more of whatever the city has to offer. On my way back to the hotel I pass a great many people who are thrusting leaflets in my way and eventually I relent, taking one in my hand. It’s for a nightclub with a karaoke night. A plan begins to form in my mind.
I figure the only way I’m going to get anywhere in Vegas is if I catch people’s attention. After all, there are a hundred other fabulous gay guys just like me who want to make it here and I have to set myself apart; whether that means being hotter, more talented, or just plain dirtier. The karaoke club seems like a good place to start.
I don’t mean to sound bigheaded, but I’ve never had a problem drawing the attention of other men. I’m a knockout from head to toe; tight abs, ripped chest, and a cute boyish face that melts hearts when I smile. Suffice to say, when I walk through hotel casino I expect some heads to turn my way, yet they’re all so devoutly obsessed with their gambling that no-one even bothers to look at me.
The air is balmy and pleasant as I walk slowly along the strip. For as busy as Vegas was by day, it’s even more vibrant in the evenings as everyone is out and ready to party. I smile as I pass other young revelers and they smile back, like we’re all sharing some unspoken common bond. We’re all here in this amazing place together, taking a break from the real world and giving in to all of the temptations that would otherwise lie dormant. All that matters is the here and now.
Eventually, I reach the club and after quickly flirting with the flaming doorman I head inside. It’s so dark that I can barely see a thing until my eyes adjust, stumbling my way through to the main dance floor as my ears ring with the thundering bass drum.
I get myself a drink and politely decline the invitations of several handsome guys to come and join them at the bar. I’m holding out, hoping to catch the attention of someone especially important this evening. My eyes are focused solely on the booths with bottle service. That is the world I want to break into; those are the people I need to seduce.
It’s not long before the karaoke competition begins, and I lean back against the bar to watch the first few acts, scoping out who I’m up against. The first is a woman who screeches and swears, causing more than a few people to leave the club before she’s finished.
After her, a large group of women take the stage. They’re celebrating a bachelorette party so there’s plenty of giggling and unintelligible mumbling to go around as they all fumble their way through a song. There’s a wave of relief when they exit and nobody has ended up falling off or breaking the equipment.
Last is a man who croons out a sensual lounge song. He has talent, I’ll give him that, but he doesn’t know how to work a crowd and it doesn’t make much of an impression.
Now, it’s my turn. I slowly rise from my seat and give the crowd a chance to anticipate my arrival, draining the remaining liquid from my glass before I set off and glide across the floor. As I walk I look straight ahead and let everyone else watch me. I feed off the energy and take my place in the centre of the stage.
The music begins and I start my sultry tune, sexy, breathless and achingly gay. Each word that falls from my lips is laced with sensuality. At the beginning, I make eye contact with no-one, but after the first verse quickly sneak a glance up at the booths and wink as they look down at me like hungry wolves. I already feel like a star.
As the last syllable slides through my lips I pose for a instant, letting the song linger, and then place the microphone back in its stand. It takes a moment before the crowd breaks out into a stunned applause, roaring as I exit the stage.
Nonchalantly, I return to my seat at the bar and await the response, trying hard to feel bad for the person who has to follow me. I keep an eye on the door leading to the booths upstairs, knowing that my fate could be held in the next person who emerges from it. It doesn’t take long.
A stocky man comes out and looks around. I watch him expectantly and then a flicker of recognition flashes through his eyes as he sees me. He walks over.
“Someone would like to meet you,” the man says.
“And who might that be?” I ask, coyly
“Someone who is going to change your life.”<
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I’m intrigued but play it cool, pretending to consider my options before eventually accepting his offer and following him upstairs.
The stairs are winding and it seems much cooler up here. The air is sweeter, as well, and I can automatically tell that I am entering a place of great privilege. The man who leads me points to a booth and then stands to the side, keeping guard. There is only one man sitting at the table. He turns his head from looking out at the stage and smiles at me.
“Hello there,” he says.
I sit beside him, perching myself on the edge of the chair.
“I enjoyed your performance, it was wonderful.” The man continues.
“Thank you, I’m glad you liked it.” I offer.
“I’m Mark,” he says, holding out his hands.
“Leo.” I introduce myself, taking his hand in mine. He brings it closer to him and then bends slightly, touching my skin lightly with his lips. It’s not the usual thing that men do these days but I find it pleasing.
“Are you a professional?” He asks.
“No, but I’m looking to be.” I tell him.
Mark smiles a moment, as if enjoying a subtle double entendre that I’m totally oblivious to. “I think you have what it takes.”
“Then that’s something we already have in common.” I tell him. “I think I do too.”
“I see that you’re modest,” he teases.
“I think we shouldn’t be ashamed of our own talents. I’m happy to admit when I’m good at something and just as I’m happy to admit when I’m bad.” I explain, suddenly finding myself slightly nervous in his presence. There’s something about this man that commands more power than I had originally thought.
“I’m sure I know which list is longer than the other.” He flirts.
“Maybe,” I reply coyly. “What do you do?”
“I’m a gambler, mostly. But I have a number of enterprises and I’m always looking for new investment opportunities.”