Pink Hackeysack Part 5

I was speechless as I gazed into Jason’s green eyes. He squatted on a crate directly in front of me, spreading his young thighs wide, carefully avoiding the mess of Shadow’s droppings all around me. As he watched Shadow fuck me, his expression was neither amusement nor disgust. He had grown used to me. He knew that I was a sick creature, a filthy sexless thing that lived to take dick and to serve him. I was willing to give him everything I had even if I was never allowed to kiss the godhead between his legs.

“You like that, Shep?” he finally said, his voice sexy and low. I didn’t need to ask why he called me by a dog’s name. He could see that I was being used as a bitch.

“Yes sir, I love to get fucked in the ass while you watch, especially by a big stud dog like this one. Thank you for allowing it.”

Shadow’s thick tongue was flopping out of his mouth as his knot grew, his saliva running over my face.

“You know what I’m doing, right? I mean the house and shit?”

I nodded. “It’s yours, sir. Everything belongs to you, especially me.”

He sneered at that. As if he would have any use for a middle-aged gay hose-bag. “And what do you think I’m going to do to you once the house is sold and I finally have it all? I hope you don’t think I’m going to keep you…” he spat in my face, “Like a pet.”

I had dreamed of being Jason’s dickless slave forever, but I knew that was just a dream. “It doesn’t matter….not at all. I’m yours. Your slave as long as you want me.”

“That’s right. I can do anything I want to you. That’s what you told me when we first met. I thought about that everyday for a long time. Sometimes, remembering you standing there all bloody and shit, and remembering what you said made my dick hard. But not because I wanted to fuck you. No. I was fantasizing about what it would be like to finally kill you. I knew we would meet again.”

At that moment I loved him more than I ever had. I loved him because he trusted my adoration enough to even show me the terrifying depth of his hatred of me- to tell me honestly of my impending murder at his hands. I felt the fear that had bound me drain out of me. Knowing that this masterful young athlete was making himself responsible for shepherding me to my death, once he had obliterated my life, gave me an overwhelming erotic peace.

“You are so sick, you fucking amaze me. You’re like some kind of prize I won. A fag bitch that I own. I knew what you were as soon as you begged me to kick you in the nuts. You like pain, don’t you Shep?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Well you’re gonna get it.” When Shadow finished his business with my cunt, Jason said, “I’m throwing a party here tonight and I need some dough. I’ve got your ATM card. What’s the PIN number?”

I told him and then Jason told me to wash up and get dressed. He gave me a T-shirt and made me put on a pair of pink swimming briefs. I couldn’t believe I was going to have to wear them in public. They were so tight my crotch looked like a girl’s in them- absolutely no bulge. We were going shopping and he needed me to buy the alcohol as none of his friends were over 21. I quickly rose to do his bidding.

Jason drove a black Toyota pickup, a slick muscle truck set high off the road on giant wheels. He made me lay down in the back while he drove. I could hear dirty rap tunes blaring from the windows as the wind whipped around me. At the bank he hopped out and stripped my checking account up to the limit the ATM allowed, then stopped at the liquor store across the street. He gave me a couple hundred dollars and told me to buy hard liquor, wine, and beer for the party. The guy at the cash register kept staring at my groin. I knew what he was thinking. It was obvious I had no dick or balls and the tight T-shirt displayed my breasts like fat knockers. I turned beet red but braved it out. It took me several trips but before long the back of the truck was half filled with booze. I could see the guy in the store watching me out the window as I bent over to climb in. Then we headed to a gas station convenience store and my jock master told me to accompany him inside.

There was nobody around but the clerk who was about eighteen with a brown buzz cut and a sexy little goatee on his handsome chin. He wore a checked bib apron but no shirt underneath and I could see that his buffed arms were covered with tattoos: tribal designs mostly and a big panther that stalked down one strong forearm. “Hey Jas, what’s up dude?”

“Party, man, party at the fag’s!” he thumbed at me. “Hey, Wolf, Got any weed”

The sexy clerk leaned across putting his elbows up on the counter and eyeballing me curiously, “Sure, dude, is that the queer I been hearing about? He’s fucked-up looking, shit!”

“Yeah a guy I know fucked up his face. He’s butt-ugly anyway, though.”

Wolf smiled at me, opening his mouth. I could see his wet tongue sliding out toward me then suddenly he whipped in and hawked at big fat lugie right in my face. “Eat it, freak,” he demanded. I did. It was thick and salty and full of snot.

“Yeah, man. I got it right here. You can get it now or I’ll bring it tonight. You just want one bag?

“Gimme two and I’ll take it with me, throw in a pack of Camels.” Jason handed Wolf a wad of my money. The other boy took it and tossed the cigarettes to Jason.

Wolf put a sign on the front door and fastened it. We went into the toilet behind the cooler area and the guys made their dope exchange.

“Hey Jason,” Wolf asked. “Can I see it?” Jason told me to kneel on the floor with my face in the toilet bowl and pull down my shorts. All I could see was the yellow water in the toilet but I knew the clerk was

crouched behind me staring at my dickless crotch. “Motherfuck!” he gasped. “He sure has a big asshole.”

“Yeah,” he gets fucked a lot.” Jason smirked. “He’s a fucked-up freak. Be sure to come tonight, there’s a bunch of guys coming over and we’re going to put some hard-core TORTURE on this bitch.”

When we returned to my old house I was allowed back into the upstairs for the first time in days and instructed to clean up for the party. There were beer bottles and plates of crusted food all over the place, cigarette burns in the furniture and floor and ash-trays overflowing. I hadn’t properly eaten in days and I surreptitiously gulped down all the garbage I found including a piece of pizza that someone had tried to flush down the toilet after taking a dump. I noticed a lot of my stuff was missing and my owner told me that he had given some of it away and pitched a bunch of crap that was just too faggy to keep around, classical cd’s, knick-knacks and the like. He was planning to sell what he could but there was no way he was going into a second hand store with plaster cupids and shit like that.

Left to myself while I cleaned and vacuumed, I was in a state of sexually-charged terror. The thought of being the focus of attention of a bunch of drunken college boys turned me on no end, but the word “torture” both thrilled and frightened me. I had been mutilated, shit on and humiliated but I had not really had to endure great physical pain for any length of time. I knew now that Jason planned to murder me and I accepted it as his absolute right and my ultimate destiny. I was certain that death would be painful when it came, but actual torture days before-hand was something I hadn’t anticipated. I was sweating from my labor and from fear. Max arrived with a load of ice, cubes for the beer tub and a couple of big blocks which he told me to carry to the basement. When I came back upstairs he and Jason were swilling whisky in the kitchen. Jason still wore the tight spandex shorts and Max was stripped to his waist in button-fly levis, his big bare feet frosted lightly with curling blond hairs. He was, like his brother Erich, a Nordic dream boy: wheat colored buzz cut, icy blue eyes and sculpted cheekbones dusted with apple red that burned in the corners of his jawline as well. His chest and abdomen were pale hairless and beautifully cut, totally buffed with just a hint of baby fat. I was ordered to get down on the floor and Jason handed me a pen and a piece of stationery.

“We were just talkin’ about what were going to put you through tonight and believe me I promised the boys quite a show. It’s gonna be bloody and Max here has a good idea to protect my investment in case things get outta hand.” He told me that he wanted me to write down what he dictated to me:

“As many people know, I am a faggot pervert. I have spent my worthless life in a never-ending pursuit for dick to suck, even dog dick, but especially from young innocent straight boys. I am sick with the thought of the disgusting things I have done. I realize that any normal person would be nauseated if they knew about them. I have made some attempt to make reparation for my crimes against nature by placing my wordly goods in the hands of an upstanding young straight man. This is not enough. Although he has been a friend to me who has tried to help me onto the path of clean living I am obsessed with the thought of butt-raping him as I have done many other young men. This must never happen. I can’t live with myself any more and have decided that the only way is to kill myself. No one is guilty of my death except for me. I need to die in pain and I’m going to off myself.”

I signed it without being told and handed it back to the “upstanding young straight man” who had dictated it. Jason read it over and handed it to Max who suddenly burst out laughing.

“This ain’t gonna work, dude. I just thought- how the fuck is he going to butt-rape you? He ain’t got no prick.” Jason just stared for a second and both of them laughed till tears rolled down their young cheeks.

“Busted, dude! You gotta do better than that if you wanna get away with murder.”

Max made me to rewrite the suicide note, adding the phrase, “with a strap-on dildo.”

When I did Jason said, “Now I can kill you anytime I want, you stupid fuck! What do you say to that?”

“I love you.”

That pissed him off. He slapped me hard across the face. “Never say that again you faggot shit!”

About that time the other guys started to arrive, many of whom I already knew: Butch, looking very sexy in a baggy maroon warm-up suit, the jacket unzipped to show his golden lightly haired chest, the brim of a Nike cap obscuring his eyes, a heavy gold chain at his neck; a shirtless Wolf from the convenience store, the low-slung jeans showing a scruff of brown pubes below the trail of hair leading to his protruding navel, his ass crack riding out of the back; Erich, stripped down like Jason to tight black spandex that shadowed his fat dick in a sweeping bulge, his gleaming collar length hair nearly the only difference between him and his buzzed brother Max. There were other guys too, Manuel, and a dark sideburned beefcake in jeans and T-shirt, who I had never seen. All of them were carrying gym bags or paper sacks with party supplies

They went in to the living room; Max told me to strip. They had cut eye holes out of a paper bag and put that over my head, not to obscure my identity, but, as the boys said, because I was just too butt-ugly to look at. In a little while I was serving the young men beer, drinks and pizza while they watched my straight porno movies and rock music blasted on my stereo. My unmanned crotch was still an object of fascination for them, especially for the handsome dark haired man who had never seen it. Soon more guys arrived: a pair of tall chubby guys, one with long dark hair framing a full face- I recognized him as a clerk who had served me at the local video store- Robbie was his name. The other guy was actually fat. He was a big farm boy with slicked back blond hair, fat apple cheeked face, and a pair of dirty overalls snapped over one bare shoulder. Neither guy was as sexy as the studly jocks that surrounded me, but they weren’t bad looking, even though the one probably weighed in at 300 pounds. He had a ornery look that excited me. There are very few straight guys that don’t appeal to me somehow, though, and I noticed that both these guys had unusually fat, probably dirty butts- eating butts for sure.

When they had everything they needed, Max led me downstairs to the blocks of ice in the center of the basement. Going down I noticed that someone had affixed a plastic milk bottle at the top of the stair rail. A clear plastic tube had been duct-taped into a hole in the bottom of the jug and ran across the ceiling, the end dangling over the ice blocks. I couldn’t imagine what that was for. Max pulled the paper bag off my head and stuffed a large white pill in my mouth and made sure I swallowed it. I didn’t know what it was, I thought: drugs, maybe poison. I didn’t like the idea of dying alone in the basement but I had no choice. He told me to sit down on one the ice blocks and wait then he stuffed the end of the plastic tube into my mouth pushing it past my tonsils.

Pretty soon I got the idea. I was to be their sewer. I could hear the beer swilling boys come to the top of the stairs from time to time and a splashing sound made it clear they were using the milk jug for a urinal. As they pissed, the hot yellow urine flowed down through the tube and into my throat. I couldn’t taste it but I could feel the warmth squirt directly into my gut. They had been holding back apparently and each of them really sprayed a load of beer piss into me.

I sat there for nearly an hour, my ass melting a seat into the huge block, my stomach distended with piss. Emilio had come for Shadow early in the day and I was alone in the dark basement. Over head I could hear the hooting of the boys as they watched the fucking on the screen. The drunker they got the louder it became.

I’m not sure how much time passed. I was beginning to feel the drug. It wasn’t LSD, at least I don’t think so, for there were no actual hallucinations, but I felt a rush throughout my body and a tingling at my scalp. My ass was numb from the frozen seat, but I could feel the cold all through my crotch and belly. At the same time I felt my senses heightened and I could feel my body going into estrus like a dog bitch, the female hormones I had taken while cleaning perhaps heightening the sensation.

I was quivering with sexual anticipation and cold fear knowing that the promised torture was about to begin, when finally the boys tromped down the stairs. They were each of them naked, their big dicks in several stages of erection from the dirty movies they had been watching and their own anticipation of what was to come. Dickless though I was, I could feel my own excitement between my legs as my crotch and my big breasts flushed with lust at the sight of the muscular young men.

They were passing joints and lugging six packs obviously planning an extended party downstairs. They brought down their gym bags and sacks and I realized now whatever party favors they held were to be used on me. I didn’t move or speak as they each approached and spat in my face. Jason ordered me to stand up, then to kneel on my hands and knees across the two blocks of ice.

“Hey dickless!” one of them called out, “you like that ice on your ass?” They all laughed but I could tell that they were awed by the sight of my frostbitten rump. Max looped a heavy rope around my neck and he and his brother tied the ends tightly around a post at either side of me. The rough cord dug into my flesh and I found that I couldn’t move my head without choking myself. With that one rope they had rendered me immobile. I couldn’t see the barefleshed boys behind me but I could hear them rummaging through their gear and shortly I felt a sharp sting across my buttcheeks as I was whipped fiercely with some thin kind of rod.

“Goddamn, that car aerial really digs in, don’t it?” I heard Max declare.

Again I felt the brutal sting. “I told you,” it was Butch beating me. The husky stud was still wearing his cap but otherwise naked. How I wished I could still see him. The car aerial was handed around and each of the boys took their turn swatting me. When it missed my ass and slapped into a thigh I howled realizing that the pain was much worse than I could feel across my frozen rump, the cold metal cutting into the flesh opening bloody welts. As the boys continued to beat me I knew that I would feel this pain for days to come if I lived through this night. The whole time they beat me they cursed me, called me “faggot,” and “bitch” and told me what I knew: I was only getting what I had brought on myself by being queer and lusting after heterosexuals.

When they tired of the flogging I heard Butch say, “Time to warm up that fudgepacker’s pussy. Hand me the alcohol out of my bag.” I felt the icy sting of the rubbing alcohol poured over my ass. “Now watch this.” He flicked a lighter and my whole backside erupted in flame. I jerked in panic as the bruised flesh of my ass peeled away and found myself choking for air. No one gave a damn. They laughed at my terror. Wolf called out, “Her pussy is on fire! What a fag slut!” The drug made the pain even more intense as I wiggled my ass for the boys like a bitch in heat. They really broke up at that. The flames quickly burned out and I heard Manuel say, “I got something that will really heat her pussy up. “

“What’s that- chili sauce?” Erich asked behind me.

“The hottest. Get that paint roller, I’m gonna soak it.” The boys could see what he was going to do before he did it and they gasped. All at once I felt the chili sopped roller brush shoved into my gaping ass-cunt. At first I just felt the pleasurable fulfillment of a good brusque ass-stuffing but then as the peppery sauce coated my rectum I screamed in pain bucking like a wild mare and totally cutting off my air. The boys had to hold me down to keep me from strangling as my pussy sizzled from the inside out. Then Jason and Wolf came to stand before me. My god stared down at me without mercy as tears rolled down my cheeks from the incredible ass burning. I looked up at him, my face blue from choking and even then I could feel only love. I was certain that he would kill me tonight and I was ready. I only hoped I wouldn’t disappoint him.

Jason told me to open my mouth and he stuffed a sort of wooden dowel in and told me to bite down on it. I saw that he held an iron bar and Wolf a pair of pliers. “Time to lose those teeth, faggot.” I pulled my lips back as he swung with the bar crashing into my front teeth and shattering them. I forgot the pain behind me as blood spurted from my open mouth. He swung again and I spat out my bottom teeth along with the dowel. My whole head exploded with the most intense pain I ever felt.

“Make him say that he likes it,” Erich called out and Jason obliged, forcing me to thank him for breaking out my teeth and say that it felt good. My jaw burned and I just stared into Jason’s eyes. I couldn’t believe what he had done

“You’ll be a goddamn excellent cocksucker now. Wolf is going to make it even better.” With that the naked goateed teenager moved in with the pliers. His tattooed biceps flexed and his fat erection bobbed as he gripped a molar on the left side of my mouth with the pliers and used his strong arms to yank it out of my head. It hurt like hell but I found that it turned me on like no pain ever before. It was such a rush as the handsome boy twisted the goddamned thing wanting it to hurt as much as possible. His cruel smile over the sexy goatee excited me and I wanted him to do it. Maybe it was the pill I had been forced to take or maybe it was just sheer sexual adrenaline, but though my head throbbed in agony I was flushed through with pleasure. Two more teeth from the left side of my mouth died under the strong youngster’s grip, one after the other. I felt my gums rip as he pulled the bleeding molars from my jaw and threw them to the floor. The other guys came up front to snort their contempt as he repeated the process on the other side of my mouth, making my whole head explode in a furious fiery blast.

My head was swimming as I looked up at the beautiful young men. They were all muscular and handsome, the strong young meat between their legs upright and steely hard with the unbridled thrill of administering limitless pain to a dickless queer. Each of them wanted a turn with the pliers and I had only enough teeth left to allow one to each of them. I realized I was smiling like an idiot with my bloody devastated mouth as Erich, then Max, then Butch, then the gorgeous dark stud whose name I never learned, then Robbie, his friend and Manuel each yanked his souvenir from my cocksucking face, taunting me with the seductive beauty of their own cruel grinning mouths, their perfect white smiles. I knelt before them on my frozen hands and knees, a toothless fat old fuck, my face bleeding and my welted ass raw. Torture, Jason had said. Yet the damage they had done to both my sexual zones, my mouth and my ass, was beyond anything I could have imagined.

“Do you still like it, puss?” Jason asked.

I gulped blood and mush-mouthed in reply, “Yes sir! Thank you for making me a better cocksucker..”

The guys actually believed me, I think, I was so enthusiastic in trying to please Jason. And of course at some level I loved it. As badly as my head throbbed, it was like the throb of an erection about to boil over with excitement. It was stupid of me to have been so frightened. I loved pain.

I felt something at my ass. Erich was standing behind me rubbing something over the ravaged flesh.

“OK dudes now we’re going to play a game of darts.” I realized as he swept across my rump in narrowing circles that he was drawing a dart board on my butt. “We’re playing for pussy. Dina’s coming over and the best score out of three throws gets to fuck her ass first, second dude gets her cunt and sloppy seconds all down the line. Guy with the low score has to beat his meat for us. I marked the scores on each ring and if anybody pegs the end of the roller in its asshole, that’s a bullseye.”

More beer cans were popped and cigarettes lighted as the young athletes gathered behind me. I shuddered as the first dart hit my left butt cheek somewhere on the outer ring. It dug into the fat of my ass and stuck there, stinging badly.

“Dude, no pussy for you!” Max laughed. “Watch this.” The Aryan stud threw and his dart went much closer sinking at the edge of my ass crack. Again an inch of steel sunk in making the tortured flesh scream.

“200 points, Max is getting laid. Gimme a dart.” Manuel threw and hit a bullseye. I felt the still sizzling roller push up my butt from the impact.

“Shit!! Oh fuck there’s dog shit down here.” A rush of Shadow’s dump smell filled my nostrils, then Butch came around in front of me and pulled the crate up and squatted on it, pushing his size twelve foot into my face. “Clean that shit up, faggot.” Jason came in front to watch. Both of the young men still had rock boners, Butch’s six inch “beer can” pointing at me, heavy with its massive weight, Jason’s godly eleven-inch knotted rod standing on tip end.

Butch had stepped square in a pile of plop, the muscular ball of his foot smeared with the filthy brown, which squished between his fat hairy toes.

Jason said, “Oh he likes that. He loves to eat dog shit, doncha fruit.?”

I stuck out my tongue, eager to lap at the dirty underside of the straight stud’s foot. “Yes I do.” I confirmed as I gummed painfully at the sweet sweaty foot flesh.

Butch shoved his toes into my mouth and my swollen jaw popped with the pressure but I sucked those manly pigs with my bloody mouth until the shit was off them and in me. I was glad he had waited till my whole face was a pain hole before he honored me with his stud foot. I wanted to lick it in agony. Butch wiggled his toes in my mouth and the pain shot from my jaw straight through to my asshole. I felt the dreamy endorphin soaked joy of an anal orgasm that shook my whole body while the darts, one after another stung my blistered butt cheeks.

“I think this bitch is cumming,” Butch snorted.

Suddenly a dart that had missed it target entirely flew past my head and stabbed into the flesh of one of Jason’s big glutes.

“Motherfuck!!!” he roared. Do I look like a faggot to you, asshole?” In two strides of his long muscular legs he was on the fuckup who had tagged him and I heard his fist connect with someone’s face hard.

“Shit, dude,” take it easy. It was an accident.” It was Robbie. I had already gotten the feeling that he and his fat friend weren’t the most popular with the jocks.

“I’ll show you an accident, you shit-for-brains.” I heard the other guy drop to the floor and I knew by the sudden awed silence of the other studs that Jason had kneed him in the nuts. “No cunt for you, asswipe. You’re out of the game.” Jason dug the dart out of his hip and jabbed it hard into my butt cheek as the last waves of my orgasm swept over me. Then he came to stand before me. Butch had finished his foot toilet and was standing beside him.

My young god glared at me, still pissed at the sacrilege against his sanctified flesh. I could see a trickle of red blood making it way down the side of his leg. His fat cock was only half hard now and the bulbous pink head pointed at my face.

“OK, shiteater, I’m gonna do you a favor now. We don’t want your fucking cunt-mouth to get infected. This ought to help.” With that he let loose with a hot stream of acid piss that set my mouth on fire. This was the best I could ever hope for from his straight dick but it burned like lye in my mouth. Still I gulped it feverishly, his spurt like golden fire in the dark basement. I stuck my horny tongue as far out of my mouth as I could as I drank it. When he had shaken the last drops from his heavy corona I thanked him effusively. This made the other guys laugh but Jason knew I meant it. He just stared at me. I think he understood that he was turning into a god and that what was just fag-bashing for the other guys was a ritual between us- a ritual that would end in my ultimate sacrifice.

Shortly after the game finished and the fucking order established, a female voice called for them at the top of the stairs. They told “Dina” to come on down and when the girl saw me, burned, bleeding and bruised she said casually, “Are you boys still playing with that freak? When are you going to grow up?” It was the girl they had used at the roadside gang bang. Now, though, she was made up like a whore and her short hair was bleached almost white. She wore a low cut tube top which showed a lot of cleavage and a heart tattooed across one fat breast with the initials “J.R.”- Jason’s initials. I realized she belonged to him too, now. After popping her cherry he had turned her into his gang bang fuck bitch. Most slutty was the fact that her belly showed her at least four months pregnant, probably the result of the roadside rape.

Jason pulled down her top and administered a lascivious tongue kiss to her nipple. She led him up the stairs by his rock hard boner. The others followed two at a time, leaving me kneeling on the half-melted ice, more than twenty darts still hanging off my ass, my butthole still plugged. The rope around my neck held me in that position, my hands frozen to numbness, my ass still burning while they got their rocks off.

Maybe two hours passed when Erich, now dressed and groomed, came downstairs and said casually, “We’re going to hit the bars. Jason says you might as well come up and clean the place up. He says you know better than to try to get away. There’s still a couple of losers up there, don’t let ‘em drink all the beer.”

He untied one end of the rope, freeing me, then he was gone.