Chapter 2: Building Tension
Two days had passed since that fateful morning when Sammy had found himself on his bathroom floor, his face covered in the plumber's cum. It had felt like an eternity, but at the same time, it had all happened so fast. Sammy's mind was still reeling from the encounter, the mix of emotions too complex for him to fully understand. The thought of it had kept him up restlessly at night, his body burning with a strange mix of shame and desire.
Sammy's parents had left early in the morning, as they did every weekday, heading off to work.
They had no idea about the events that had transpired in their absence, or the effect it would have on their son.
The memory of the plumber's rough grip on his hips, of the sensation of being filled and stretched to the brink, was all Sammy could think about as he lay in bed. He couldn't shake the feeling of the man's calloused hands, his dirty fingernails digging into the soft flesh of Sammy's slender waist.
Today Sammy was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt. He heard a knock on the door.
Sammy's heart skipped a beat. He knew who it was.
He got out of bed and made his way to the door. His sweatpants were bulging in the front, his hard cock straining against the fabric. He could feel the moisture of precum seeping through the material. His legs felt like jelly, his whole body trembling with anticipation.
He opened the door and there he was - the plumber. He looked even more worn and rugged today than he did before, his overalls stained with grease and dirt.
His dirty blonde hair was sticking out from under his dirty baseball cap, and his stubble had grown into a thick, rough beard. His piercing blue eyes scanned the length of Sammy’s body, taking in every inch of him.
Sammy couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine as the plumber looked at him. He knew what was coming. He could feel the anticipation building up inside of him, his cock already twitching in his sweatpants.
The plumber smiled, revealing a set of crooked yellow teeth. Behind him stood two other men.
"I told you I'd be back with my boys," he sneered, his eyes traveling up and down Sammy's body. "And here we are."
The plumber announced, striding past Sammy into the house.
Sammy couldn't help but notice the way the other men were looking at him. They were both tall and broad, their muscles bulging beneath their dirty work clothes. Their eyes were hungry, predatory, just like the plumber's.
Frank brought his hand down to Sammy's ass and gave it a squeeze through the sweatpants. "I dont like your outfit boy, why dont you change into something nicer for us?" Frank laughed.
"We'll get started while you change." he continued, giving Sammy's ass a quick slap and ushering him up the stairs.
Feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation, Sammy made his way to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him, leaning back against it as he caught his breath. His heart was racing in his chest, his cock still hard in his sweatpants. He reached down, gripping the waistband and sliding them down to his ankles.
He heard a moan escape his lips as the cool air hit his sensitive skin. His cock stood at attention, pointing straight up towards his toned abs.
He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny that he wanted more. The plumber and his two companions were making Sammy insane with all the teasing and touching.
He reached into his closet, his hands shaking as he pulled out his most daring outfit to please the plumbers. He then slipped into the tight pair of tiny denim shorts.
The kind that rode high on his hips and barely covered his ass. The denim rubbed against his sensitive skin, creating a delicious friction.
He then pulled on a tank top that was even tighter, revealing his toned abs and slim waist. It clung to his body like a second skin, showcasing every inch of his young, toned physique.
He glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the sight of his own body. He looked like a walking wet dream. He felt his cock twitch at the reflection of himself.
His nipples were already rock hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric of his tank top. He couldn't believe the effect this outfit had on him. He had never dressed so provocatively before, but the thought of the three plumbers seeing him dressed like this made his pulse race.
He took a deep breath and made his way downstairs. As he reached the bottom step, he saw that the plumbers were waiting for him. Frank, the one who had groped him earlier, was standing in the living room, his muscular arms crossed over his chest.
His eyes travelled up and down the length of Sammy’s body, taking in every inch of him.
“Well, look at you,” he sneered, his gaze lingering on Sammy's crotch. “You look like a real fucking slut now, Sammy.”
The other two plumbers, Carlos and Tony, were snickering behind him, their eyes glazed over with lust.
Sammy blushed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks under the plumbers' intense scrutiny.
He couldn't help but let out a small sigh as he looked down at the ground.
"I-is this okay?" Sammy asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Hell yeah, it's perfect," Frank grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust.
He reached out and grabbed Sammy by the arm, pulling him closer. Before Sammy knew what was happening, Frank's lips were on his, hungrily kissing him. His tongue invaded Sammy's mouth, exploring every inch of it.
Sammy could feel himself melting into the kiss, his body responding to the plumber's touch. Frank's hands roamed over Sammy's body, groping his ass and rubbing his erection through the thin fabric of his denim shorts.
Frank pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I knew you were a little slut, Sammy," he growled. "I can tell you want it."
Sammy blushed, unable to deny the truth in Frank's words. He did want it. He wanted it more than anything.
"You boys get started on the sink, me and Sammy are going to have a little fun first." Frank instructed.
Carlos and Tony gave each other a quick nod, before disappearing into the kitchen. Sammy could hear the sound of pipes clattering, as they began to work on the sink.
Frank's grip on Sammy tightened, as he pulled him towards the living room.
"I've been thinking about you all week, Sammy," Frank growled, as he pushed Sammy down onto the couch. "Thinking about that sweet little ass of yours, and how much I want to fuck it.
I've been imagining you bent over that sink, taking every inch of me," Frank growled, as led Sammy into the sitting room and sat down on the couch.
He pulled Sammy onto his lap, wrapping his muscular arms around him. Sammy could feel Frank's erection pressing into his back, his cock huge and thick against Sammy's delicate frame.
"I want to claim every inch of you, Sammy," Frank whispered hoarsely, as he kissed and nibbled at Sammy's neck.
"I want to own you, to make you mine."
Sammy moaned, unable to resist Frank's seductive words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the way it made him feel. He had never been spoken to like this before, but the thought of being claimed and possessed by the plumber was more exciting than anything he had ever experienced.
Frank's hands made their way down to Sammy's shorts, he hiked them up even further on Sammy's ass.
"Fuck, look at that ass," Frank murmured, as he squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh. Sammy moaned, arching his back as he felt Frank's fingers inching closer to his hole.
Frank chuckled darkly. "You're such a little slut, aren't you, Sammy?"
Sammy could only nod in response, unable to form coherent words as Frank's fingers traced circles around his entrance. Frank leaned in, biting and sucking at Sammy's neck and ear, leaving marks up and down the pale skin.
His other hand snaked up Sammy's tank top, teasing and pinching at his nipples.
Sammy moaned, pushing back against Frank's fingers. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his entire body tingling with a need that he had never before experienced.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Sammy?" Frank growled, his voice low and husky.
Sammy nodded eagerly, unable to speak. He could feel Frank's fingers pressing against his entrance, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.
"Tell me what you want, Sammy," Frank demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I want you to fuck me," Sammy gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you to claim me, to make me yours."
Frank's fingers plunged into Sammy's ass without warning, causing Sammy to cry out in pleasure. Frank's fingers were rough and calloused from years of manual labor, but the sensation of them inside of him was unlike anything Sammy had ever experienced before.
"Yes, yes," Frank growled, as he began to move his fingers in and out of Sammy's tight, hot hole. "You like that, don't you?
Being filled up like a little whore," Frank sneered, as he mercilessly finger-fucked Sammy's tight ass.
Sammy nodded, unable to form words as Frank's fingers continued to piston in and out of him. His cock was harder than it had ever been, the feeling of Frank's fingers inside him was beyond anything he had ever experienced before.
"Tell me how much you want it, Sammy," Frank demanded, his voice rough with lust.
"Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."
Sammy couldn't form the words, but his body spoke for him. He moaned and writhed on Frank's lap, his hips bucking against the plumber's fingers as he fucked himself on them.
"Yeah, that's it," Frank growled, his other hand still teasing Sammy's nipples. "You want more, don't you? You want me to fill you up."
Sammy nodded, unable to speak.
"You have to earn it. Get down and get my cock out." Frank ordered.
Sammy eagerly obeyed, sliding off of Frank's lap and dropping to his knees on the living room floor. Frank chuckled darkly as he watched Sammy's eagerness, reaching down to undo his own pants and release his swollen cock.
Sammy gasped at the sight of it, his mouth watering at the thought of having that thick, throbbing shaft inside of him. Frank wrapped a hand around his own cock, giving it a few slow, teasing strokes.
"Suck it, Sammy," Frank ordered, his voice low and commanding.
He leaned forward, opening his mouth wide and letting Frank's cock slide between his lips. The plumber's shaft was thick and hard, filling Sammy's mouth completely.
"Yeah, take it all in, you little slut," Frank growled, as he began to fuck Sammy's mouth with long, deep strokes. Sammy could feel the plumber's cock hitting the back of his throat, his eyes watering as he struggled to take it all in.
The plumber's large, rough hands held Sammy's head in place, guiding him back and forth on his shaft.
"Fuck, that feels good," the plumber groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked Sammy's mouth. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?"
Sammy nodded his head, unable to form words as the plumber's cock continued to assault his throat.
The gag reflex was strong, but so was the desire to please this dominant older man. Sammy reached up and gripped Frank's thighs, steadying himself as he was used as nothing more than a receptacle for the man's pleasure. Spit dripped down Sammy's chin as he worked to accommodate the plumber's girth.
"That's it, you little slut," Frank growled, his hand still gripping Sammy's hair tightly.
"Take it all in and show me what a good little whore you can be."
Sammy's eyes watered as the plumber's cock hit the back of his throat, but he didn't resist. He wanted to please this man, to submit to his every desire. Frank's other hand reached down and gripped Sammy's throat, feeling the pulse of the boy's veins under his thumb. Frank said, his voice low and husky.
Sammy didnt hear Tony enter the room.
"Damn boss, i know he sucked you last time but is he even old enough?"
Tony asked as he peered down at Sammy, who was still on his knees and choking on Frank's cock.
"That's the point, isn't it? He's young and innocent, wet behind the ears and easy to control. Perfect for what we need him for." Frank said, wrapping his hand in Sammy's hair and pushing his cock deeper down the boy's throat.
"You're one sick son of a bitch, you know that?" Tony said, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Tell him how old you are Sammy" Frank ordered.
Sammy's eyes were wide with fear and humiliation, but he forced the words out, "I'm eighteen."
"and when did you turn 18?" Frank pressed him to tell Tony.
"I turned 18 last week" Sammy whispered, feeling more humiliated than ever before, but unable to tear his gaze away from Frank's piercing eyes.
Tony snorted, shaking his head, but Frank ignored him. "See, he's legal" he said, before pulling Sammy's head back and roughly thrusting his cock back into Sammy's mouth.
Sammy gagged, but Frank didn't seem to care. He held Sammy's head in place, forcing him to take every inch of his thick cock down his throat.
"Now, im gonna take Sammy upstairs to have some fun and then after you and Carlos will have your turns." Frank said as Sammy choked.
"Stand up Sammy," Frank ordered, pulling his cock out of Sammy's mouth.
Saliva dripped from Sammy's lips as Frank stood up, Sammy looked up at Frank with pure submission in his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
"Follow me." Frank said, as he turned around and started walking towards the stairs. Sammy hesitantly followed behind, like a puppy on a leash.
As they made their way up the stairs, Tony and Carlos snickered. Once they reached the top of the staircase, Frank led Sammy into the master bedroom.
"Wait, this is my parents room" Sammy protested.
"Good, you can lose your virginity on your parents bed." Frank laughed.
"Your parents won't mind, they're not here, are they? And besides, I'm sure they would love to know that you're finally experiencing the real world."
Sammy blushed and looked away, but he knew Frank was right. He was an adult now, he could make his own decisions. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to submit to Frank and whatever sick desires the plumber had in store for him.
Frank pushed Sammy onto the bed, causing the young twink to bounce slightly on the mattress.
Frank climbed onto the bed, looming over Sammy with a hungry look in his eyes.
"You're mine now, Sammy. I'm going to make you scream, make you beg for more." Frank growled, as he reached down and started tearing off Sammy's clothes.
Sammy's shirt was ripped off of him, buttons flying everywhere. Frank then reached down and yanked off Sammy's shorts, leaving him completely naked on the bed.
Frank chuckled as he looked down at the young twink, his cock already rock-hard and dripping with precum. Frank reached down and wrapped his hand around his own cock, giving it a few slow strokes as he looked down at Sammy's exposed body.
"You like that, don't you, Sammy? You like being exposed and vulnerable like this." Frank growled, as he climbed onto the bed and straddled Sammy's chest.
Sammy nodded, unable to form words as he looked up at Frank's towering frame.
Frank's cock was right in front of Sammy's face, throbbing with desire for him. Frank leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock against Sammy's lips.
"Open your mouth, Sammy." Frank demanded, his voice low and commanding.
Sammy eagerly opened his mouth, letting Frank's cock slide between his lips. Frank began to thrust his hips forward, fucking Sammy's mouth with rough, deep strokes.
"You'll want to get it nice and wet before it has to fuck you."
Frank grunted, his balls slapping against Sammy's chin with every rough thrust.
Saliva dripped from Sammy's lips as Frank's cock plunged in and out of his mouth, but he didn't care. He knew what he was doing, what he wanted. This was his decision, and he was going to own it.
With one last deep thrust, Frank pulled out of Sammy's mouth, leaving the twink panting and desperate for more.
Frank reached down, gripping Sammy's thighs and pulling the boy's legs apart. Sammy could feel the cool air of the room on his slick, exposed hole as Frank spread him open.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Sammy." Frank growled, as he spit on his fingers and pressed them against Sammy's hole. "You're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"
Sammy nodded eagerly, unable to speak as Frank's fingers pushed inside of him.
It hurt, but at the same time, it felt good. So incredibly good. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure that Sammy had never experienced before. Frank's fingers moved inside of him, stretching him open and preparing him for what was to come.
"See how well you can take it?" Frank growled, his voice thick with desire as he pushed a third finger inside of Sammy. "You're going to take every inch of my cock, aren't you?"
Sammy whimpered, nodding his head in agreement.
He wanted Frank to take him, to claim him. He wanted to be owned by this dirty, rough man.
Frank grinned, his fingers moving faster inside of Sammy's tight, hot hole. He could feel the boy's inner walls clenching around him, trying to resist the intrusion, but at the same time, Sammy was pushing back against Frank's fingers, trying to take more of them inside of him.
Then Sammy was flipped over and placed on his knees and face on the bed, with Frank kneeling behind him.
Frank's hands gripped Sammy's hips, pulling him back and spreading his cheeks. Frank's saliva-soaked cock pressed against Sammy's wet entrance. Frank spat again, using the saliva as lubricant and then pushed the tip of his cock against Sammy's hole.
"Oh, fuck!" Sammy screamed as Frank pushed inside him. Franks cock felt massive, filling and stretching him to the brim. Sammy felt a burning sensation from the intrusion but at the same time, it felt mind-blowingly good.
The feeling of being completely filled up, owned and dominated by this rough, dirty man was more than he could have ever imagined.
"Yes, give it to me, Frank!" Sammy screamed as Frank's thick cock plunged deeper inside of him. "Fuck me, monsters!"
Frank chuckled as he heard Sammy's filthy demand. He gripped the boy's hips tighter, pulling him back against his cock as he started to thrust in and out of him with long, deep strokes.
Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through Sammy's body, causing him to cry out in pleasure.
Frank's balls slapped against Sammy's ass with every rough thrust, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing throughout the room.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Sammy." Frank growled, his voice low and rough with desire.
Sammy moaned, pushing back against Frank's cock as he took every inch of the plumber inside of him.
Sammy was screaming as the pain and pleasure overcame him.
He was bucking and writhing against Frank's cock, taking every inch with reckless abandon. Frank's grip on his hips tightened, as he began to thrust harder and faster inside the young twink. He could feel every muscle in Sammy's body clenching around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Frank growled, as he drove himself deeper inside of Sammy's tight, hot hole.
The sound of their bodies coming together was punctuated by Sammy's screams of ecstasy.
Frank's grip on Sammy's hips was like a vice, pulling the boy back onto his cock with each deep thrust.
"Fuck, Frank, more!" Sammy demanded, his voice thick with a mix of pleasure and humiliation. He had never been so dominated, so thoroughly used before. But as much as he wanted to resist, he couldn't. He wanted more, he needed more.
Frank's hips slammed into Sammy's ass harder, the sound of flesh on flesh slapping together filling the room.
Frank's cock was like a piston, hammering into Sammy's hole with brutal force.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Sammy. You're going to make me cum!" Frank growled, his voice thick with lust.
Sammy shuddered in anticipation, his own cockpulsing and leaking precum onto the bed beneath him.
"Yes, Frank, give it to me! Cum inside me, fill me up!" Sammy begged, his voice filled with a desperate need.
Sammy was screaming so loud he was sure Carlos and Tony could hear. He hoped the neighbours did not.
Frank's thrusts became erratic, his hips stuttering as he approached his climax. Sammy could feel the plumber's cock swelling inside of him, stretching him to the limit as Frank filled him up.
"Ah, fuck yeah!" Frank roared, as his cock erupted deep inside Sammy's bowels.
Sammy could feel the hot, sticky cum filling him up, coating his insides with the plumber's essence. It was a strange and intimate sensation, being filled up by this older man.
Frank's cock was still twitching inside of him, spurting the last of his load deep in Sammy's bowels. Sammy could feel himself trembling with the force of his own orgasm, his own cum painting the bedsheets beneath him.
Frank's arms wrapped around Sammy, pulling the boy back against his chest as he caught his breath.
"You're a natural, Sammy," Frank panted, his lips close to Sammy's ear.
Sammy laughed breathlessly, still trying to catch his own breath.
"I-I never knew it could feel like that," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Frank chuckled lowly, pressing a kiss to the side of Sammy's neck. "You didn't know it could feel like that, or you didn't know it could feel so good?" he asked, his voice teasing.
Sammy blushed, his cheeks turning a bright pink. "Both," he said softly.
Frank's hand snaked around Sammy, groping him.
"Now its my crews turn." Frank laughed.
"Well, that's just the tip of the iceberg, Sammy. There's so much more you have yet to experience," he said.
Frank pulled out of Sammy, causing the twink to whimper at the loss. Frank stood up, reaching down and pulling Sammy with him.
" Now, my crew Carlos and Tony are going to have their turns. And remember, you utter a single fucking word and you won't see a cent of the money you were paying them. Understand?" Frank threatened, his face serious.
Sammy nodded quickly, understanding the gravity of Frank's warning. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to stifle his whimpers as Frank's hand moved down to cup his aching balls. Frank gave them a firm squeeze, causing Sammy to yelp in pain.
Then Frank lifted Sammy effortlessly and threw the naked twink over his shoulder. Sammy was carried back down to the kitchen.
His body was still trembling with pleasure from his encounter with Frank. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just been fucked by a stranger, and not just any stranger, but the plumber his parents had hired to fix the sink.
But as much as Sammy wanted to protest, to tell Frank that he was done, he knew that he couldn't. Frank had made it clear that if Sammy didn't go along with this, he wouldn't be paying the plumbers for their services.
With no other choice, Sammy submits to Frank's demands and is passed off to the next plumber, Carlos.
Carlos was a Latino man with dark skin and jet-black hair. He was shorter than Frank, but still muscular and imposing. His eyes were dark and intense, and Sammy couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear run down his spine as Carlos approached him.
"You're next, chico," Carlos said, his voice low and husky.
He stepped closer to Sammy, his eyes locked onto the young twink's trembling body. Sammy could feel the heat radiating off of Carlos's muscular frame, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear mixed with excitement.
Carlos reached out, running his fingers down Sammy's chest and causing the boy to shudder. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Carlos said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Carlos's actions proved otherwise. He grabbed Sammy's hips with rough, calloused hands and pulled him close. Sammy's bare chest pressed up against Carlos's, his nipples hardening at the contact as the plumber whispered filthy words into his ear.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, chico," Carlos promised, his breath hot against Sammy's delicate earlobe.
Without further ado, Carlos spun Sammy around and bent him over the kitchen counter.
The cold marble surface sent shivers down Sammy's spine as Carlos yanked his hips back, exposing his pert, round ass to the plumber's gaze.
"You have such a perfect little ass, chico," Carlos crooned, his hand reaching out to give Sammy's cheek a playful slap.
The sound echoed throughout the kitchen, making Sammy jump in surprise. He bit down on his lower lip as Carlos's hand explored his body, running up and down his thighs and squeezing his firm, plump ass.
Sammy couldn't help but let out a soft moan, his body's natural reaction to the plumber's touch.
"That's it, chico," Carlos whispered, "Let me hear you."
His hand moved higher, tracing the curve of Sammy's spine and slipping between his shoulders to gently push him down. The young twink obliged, laying himself out flat on the kitchen counter. Carlos's hands roamed over his body, teasing and taunting him.
The plumber's fingers traced the curve of Sammy's waist, before slipping down to grasp his hips. Carlos's grip was firm and commanding, pulling Sammy's body closer and pressing against him.
Sammy could feel the plumber's erection pressing against his ass, and he couldn't help but let out a whimper of desire. He had never felt this desperate to be touched before, to be ravished and claimed by someone else.
Sammy could not believe that just a 20 minutes ago he was a virgin and now he had had his ass fucked on his parents bed and had now been passed to the next man ready to fuck his bubble butt.
He was so ashamed at how slutty he was acting but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the immense pleasure that came from the act. The satisfaction of his sexual needs and urges was completely overtaking him, making it impossible for him to think rationally.
Carlos's thick cock pressed against Sammy's entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside of him just like Frank had done only 20 minutes ago.
Sammy's heart hammered in his chest as the plumber's shaft pushed against him, the feeling of Carlos's tip sliding between his cheeks making him gasp.
"You want this, don't you, chico?" Carlos whispered, his voice low and gruff.
Sammy nodded, unable to form words as he felt Carlos's cock begin to breach his rim. The sensation of Carlos's tip invading his tight entrance made Sammy whimper, the feeling of fullness radiating throughout his body.
Carlos's thick cock was slowly pushing inside of him, inch by inch.
"Oh god, Carlossssss." Sammy moaned as the plumber's shaft impaled him slowly.
"You're so fucking tight, Sammy." Carlos groaned, his fingers digging into Sammy's hips as he pushed deeper inside of him. The sensation of Carlos filling him up was overwhelming, and Sammy couldn't help but cry out as the plumber buried himself to the hilt.
Carlos's balls slapped against Sammy's ass with a loud smack, the sound reverberating throughout the kitchen.
"Fuck, you feel amazing, Sammy," Carlos groaned, his hands gripping Sammy's hips tightly.
Sammy could only whimper in response, his body trembling with pleasure as Carlos began to thrust in and out of him. Each movement of the plumber's hips sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Sammy's body, making his toes curl with every deep thrust.
Carlos's pace was relentless, his hips snapping forward with a bruising force that left Sammy gasping for breath.
Carlos's balls slapped against Sammy's ass with a loud smack, the sound reverberating throughout the kitchen with every stroke. Sammy could feel the plumber's cock swelling inside of him, stretching him wider with each thrust.
"Oh fuck, Carlos, yeah!" Sammy screamed, his hands balling into fists as the plumber's cock pounded into him.
Then suddenly something his Sammy in his face. He opened his eyes and saw Tony's cock an inch from his face across the counter.
His eyes widened in surprise and fear as Tony's thick cock bobbed in front of him, dripping with precum.
"Time for you to suck on something else, boy." Tony sneered, gripping the base of his cock and pointing it at Sammy's lips.
Before Sammy could protest, Tony's cock was already pushed past his lips and the muscular plumber was thrusting his hips, fucking Sammy's mouth with animalistic desire.
Sammy was being spit roasted.
With Carlos's thick cock still hammering into him from behind, Tony's shaft was rapidly fucking in and out of his mouth. Saliva dripped from Sammy's lips and chin, making a wet slapping noise as it hit the kitchen countertop.
Tony's hands gripped Sammy's hair, holding his head in place as he mercilessly pumped his hips forward. every time Tony's cock slammed into the back of Sammy's throat, the young twink's eyes watered, making him tear up.
But even as Sammy struggled to breathe, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and arousal at being used like this.
Being spit-roasted was something he never knew he would enjoy, but now that he was experiencing it, Sammy couldn't deny how good it felt to have two men taking him at once. To be completely at their mercy, to submit to their desires and let them ravish his body was liberating in a way that he never thought possible.
Tony's thrusts became more aggressive, his cock fucking into Sammy's mouth with reckless abandon as the plumber moaned and grunted above him.
Sammy's eyes watered, tears streaming down his cheeks as Tony's cock slammed into the back of his throat, cutting off his air supply.
But with Carlos still pounding into him from behind, Sammy couldn't do anything but stay still and let the two plumbers have their way with him.
He couldn't help but feel completely overwhelmed by the situation, but at the same time, there was a twisted pleasure in it. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, shame and excitement.
The two plumbers spitroasting Sammy would thrust at the same time so Sammy was smashed between them. One dick filling his throat, the other splitting his ass.
Sammy was completely overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body as Tony's and Carlos's movements synced up, the two plumbers thrusting in and out of his holes in perfect harmony.
The pain of being stretched to the brink was still there, but it was quickly fading behind the dizzying pleasure boiling inside of him. Sammy felt like he was floating, and as he looked down at his hands gripping the edge of the counter, he realized that they were shaking.
The two plumbers were taking turns fucking his mouth and ass, using him like their personal plaything. It was both humiliating and exhilarating, and Sammy couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure with every filthy word that Frank spoke.
"Yeah, that's it. Take that big dick, you little slut." Frank's voice was low and commanding, and Sammy found himself eagerly obeying, opening his mouth wider to accommodate Tony's thick cock.
"Lets swap" Tony suggested and suddenly Sammy found both the cocks pulled from him, eliciting a huge moan.
Carlos and Tony swapped positions as Sammy moaned and gasped on the counter. His ass was sore and his mouth was aching. Then Carlos lifted his head by the his hair and Sammy was forced to suck more cock.
Carlos facefucked him, again and again, using his face like a fuckdoll as he plunged his cock between Sammy's lips.
Sammy tried to scream in pleasure but could not as Carlos's cock filled his mouth while Tony began to take his turn on Sammy's ass.
The younger plumber's cock wasn't as big as Frank's, but it was still large enough to stretch Sammy out and make him feel full.
Tony gripped Sammy's hips fiercely, pulling him back onto his cock as he thrust forward.
"You like that, you little slut? You like being used and humiliated?" Tony sneered, his hand reaching out to grip Sammy's blonde hair.
Sammy couldn't do anything but nod, his lips still wrapped around Carlos's cock as Tony continued to fuck him from behind.
His ass was sore, but the pain only seemed to fuel his pleasure, mixing with the filthy words Tony was whispering in his ear.
"You're such a dirty little slut, Sammy. You love this, don't you?" Tony growled, slapping Sammy's ass.
Sammy moaned around Carlos's cock, nodding his head eagerly. He did love it. He loved the feeling of being used, of being a dirty little slut for these men.
He loved the way they talked to him, the way they handled his body, the way they made him feel. He had never felt so alive, so desired, so wanted.
Tony's thrusts became more and more aggressive, his balls slapping against Sammy's ass with each Fuck. Carlos's cock still stuffed Sammy's mouth, muffling his cries of pleasure.
"You like that, you dirty little whore? You like having two cocks in you at once?" Tony hissed, his hands gripping Sammy's hips even tighter.
The sound of their skin slapping together echoed throughout the kitchen, punctuated by Sammy's muffled moans and cries of pleasure.
Carlos's cock hit the back of Sammy's throat, causing him to gag and tears to stream down his cheeks. But even through the pain, Sammy couldn't deny the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.
Frank watched from the sidelines, his own cock hard and heavy in his pants as he took in the sight before him.
Sammy, the young, slender twink with the platinum blonde hair and bubble butt, was stretched open and being used as a fucking toy by the two other plumbers, Carlos and Tony.
"Look at that tight little ass, Tony," Frank said, his voice deep and low. "He's loving every fucking second of it, that little slut."
Tony grunted in agreement, his hips snapping forward as he plunged into Sammy's willing hole.
"And that greedy little mouth of his."
The Latino plumber's grip on Sammy's hair tightened, causing Sammy to whimper around his cock as Carlos began to thrust his hips in earnest.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like having two big cocks stuffed inside of you?" Frank asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Im gonna cum" Tony suddenly announced and Sammy felt the cock pulled from his gaping ass. Then hot spurts of cum began to hit his back and ass cheeks.
Sammy could feel the warmth on his skin as Tony's cum coated him, dripping down the crack of his ass and onto the kitchen counter.
"Aw, fuck yes!" Tony roared, his cock twitching inside of Sammy as he emptied his load onto the young twink's ass.
Sammy could feel the plumber's cum dripping down his ass cheeks, pooling on the counter below him as Carlos continued to fuck his mouth.
The Latino plumber's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming into Sammy's face with bruising force as he chased his own release.
"Ah, fuck, you little slut," Carlos growled, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out across his forehead as he gripped Sammy's hair tighter. "I'm gonna cum."
Sammy's ass was given no rest as Frank took Tony's place. His cock slid easily into Sammy again.
Frank's hands gripped Sammy's hips as he thrust his hips, his cock pistoning in and out of Sammy's ass.
"Fuck, your ass is so tight," Frank groaned, his hips never stopping as he fucked the young twink.
Sammy couldn't help himself, he was being fucked so good that he was moaning loudly and pushing back onto Frank's cock.
It was as if his body was no longer under his control, his only thoughts were of the raw pleasure coursing through him.
"That's it, you dirty little slut. Take it." Frank growled, his voice full of raw desire.
Carlos pulled out of Sammy's mouth, his cock glistening with spit and pre-cum. He stroked himself as he watched Frank fuck the young twink from behind.
Sammy opened his eyes just in time to see Carlos's cock explode right infront of his face and open mouth.
Hot cum splattered all over his face and tongue, making Sammy's eyes widen in shock and disgust. But before he could react, more cum followed, coating his face and blinding his eyes.
Frank's cock was still buried deep inside of Sammy's ass, and the plumber's hips never stopped as he continued to thrust into the young twink.
"You like that, Sammy? Like having my cock fill up that tight little ass of yours?" Frank asked, his voice strained with pleasure.
Sammy couldn't speak, his mouth still full of Carlos's cum. He could only moan in response, his body shivering with pleasure.
Carlos's cum was still dripping from his face, and the taste was disgusting. But even as Sammy's stomach turned, he couldn't deny the thrill that came with being degraded like this.
He was being used as a cumdump by these older men, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was at their mercy, and they knew it.
Frank's thrusts became more forceful, each one driving him deeper into Sammy's welcoming warmth.
Sammy could not believe it as Tony's cock had recovered and was suddenly in his mouth again.
The taste of his own ass still lingering on the plumber's shaft, Sammy could not help but moan as Tony face-fucked him mercilessly.
Frank's thrusts became more and more erratic, his hips snapping forward with reckless abandon. Sammy could feel the plumber's cock swelling inside of him, stretching him wider with each brutal thrust.
"You're mine, Sammy." Frank grunted, his hands gripping Sammy's hips so tightly that the twink knew they would be bruised tomorrow.
"Ah, fuck!" Frank roared, his cock twitching inside of Sammy as he filled the young twink's ass with his seed.
Sammy could feel the hot streams of cum filling him up, coating his insides with the plumber's essence. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it, how much he loved being filled up like this.
Frank pulled out of Sammy, causing the twink to moan in disappointment as the plumber's cum began to leak out of him.
Frank gave Sammy's ass one last slap, leaving a red mark on his fair skin.
Sammy choked on Tony's cock as Carlos and Frank swapped again. Sammy wasnt sure how much more his ass could take.
He was being passed back and forth between the three plumbers, and each new cock that filled him felt like the biggest and most intense yet.
Carlos was the next to take him, and Sammy's sore ass stretched to accommodate the Latino man's thick shaft. Carlos wasted no time, gripping Sammy's hips and thrusting into him with wild abandon.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, kid," Carlos grunted, sweat pouring down his face as he slammed into Sammy.
The young twink's legs were spread wide, his ass clenching around Carlos's cock as the plumber plunged in and out of him.
Sammy's blue eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his mouth hanging open as he moaned loudly. Carlos's dirty talk was driving him wild, and every swear word that fell from the plumber's lips sent a shiver down Sammy's spine.
"Yeah, take that fucking cock, kid. You love it, don't you?" Carlos growled, his thrusts becoming faster and more brutal.
He was pounding Sammy's ass now, his hips slapping against the young twink's cheeks with a loud smack over and over again.
Sammy's eyes rolled back in his head as he took every punishing thrust, his own cock rock hard and leaking precum all over the countertop.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you?" Carlos grunted, his fingers digging into Sammy's hips.
"Such a tight little ass. You're going to make me cum, kid."
Sammy could barely breathe, let alone speak. His entire world had narrowed down to the feeling of Carlos's cock inside of him, filling him up and stretching him wide.
He was being used like a cheap whore, and he loved every second of it.
Carlos's thrusts became faster and more erratic, his hips snapping forward with a bruising force.
The sound of their skin slapping together echoed throughout the kitchen, punctuated by Sammy's whimpers and moans of pleasure.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, chico?" Carlos growled, his hands gripping Sammy's hips tightly. "You like having my cock stuffed inside of you."
Sammy couldn't do anything but moan in response, his voice hoarse from all the screaming he had done. He was completely overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body.
He had lost count of how many times he had been fucked and by whom. His ass and mouth were sore from being used as a playground by the three plumbers.
But even as he lay there, exhausted and used, he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him. He had never felt so alive, so desired, so reckless. He had let go of his inhibitions and allowed himself to be taken over by the moment, giving into his darkest desires.
Tony and Carlos came together. One in his mouth, the other buried in his ass
, both filling him with their hot, salty loads. Sammy swallowed and moaned as both men pulled out of him.
He lay there, naked and exposed on the kitchen counter. He could feel the cool air of the room against his skin. His entire body ached from being used so thoroughly. His ass and mouth, stretched beyond belief.
His ass had taken three loads, he had swallowed two more, and another had been deposited on his ass cheeks.
Sammy's entire body felt like it was on fire, his muscles aching and trembling from the intense fuck-fest that had just occurred. But even as his mind reeled from the overload of sensations, he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him.
As the three plumbers gathered themselves, wiping their brows and adjusting their clothes, Sammy guiltily looked down at his own nakedness. He couldn't believe what had just happened, how he had let three older men take complete advantage of him.
Sammy lay motionless for several minutes, relishing the pain and the feeling of the cum filling and covering him, and the taste of the cum in his mouth.
He could hardly believe what had just transpired. He had let three strange men, who happened to be plumbers, use and degrade him in the most intimate way.
He could hear them gathering their tools and talking amongst themselves in hushed voices. He couldn't make out what they were saying but it sounded like they were discussing their next move. Sammy felt a wave of fear wash over him. What if they were not done with him yet? What if they wanted more?
He heard one of them, Frank approach him. Sammy tensed up, waiting for what was to come. "We finished the sink, need the money now, your parents said they left the 1000 with you."
Frank's voice broke through Sammy's thoughts, causing him to jump.
"W-what? Oh, right. Yeah, I have it right here." Sammy stammered as he stumbled from the counter.
The three men laughed as he struggled and walking bow legged to a drawer.
Reaching in, he pulled out a wad of cash that was left for the plumbers. His whole body was sore but the pain only seemed to fuel him even more.
"Here you go, I hope this covers it." Sammy said quietly, trying to cover himself with his free hand as he handed over the money.
"Oh, it does," the plumber replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
He gave Sammy a hard slap on the ass as he and his crew took the money and left.
Sammy winced, his pale skin stinging from the impact, and then they were gone. He could hear their truck rumbling to life outside and then the sound faded away into the distance.
Sammy was left alone in the house, his heart pounding and his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had let three strangers, older and bigger than him, use him and degrade him, and he had loved every second of it.
He sank down onto the kitchen floor, his legs giving out beneath him.
The cold linoleum felt good against his skin, soothing his sore and tender body.
Sammy looked down at himself, taking in the sight of his ravished form. His body was covered in bruises, bite marks, and dried cum. He could see the remnants of the plumbers' rough handling on his fair skin, and it only served to excite him further.
He couldn't believe what he had allowed to happen. These men, these complete strangers, had used him like a plaything, and he had loved every second of it.
They had treated him like a slut, and he couldn't help but crave more.
Sammy's cock was still hard, despite the recent and intense orgasms he had experienced. He couldn't help but reach down, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and began to stroke himself slowly. He closed his eyes, imagining the plumbers' rough hands on him, their cocks filling him up, their dirty words whispering in his ear.
He moaned, his hips bucking as he stroked himself faster and faster.