Chapter 3: Rising Action
Sammy slowly made his way through the dingy parking lot, his heart beating fast in his chest.
He had been tasked with bringing over a batch of freshly baked cookies to the plumbers as a token of appreciation for fixing the kitchen sink at his parent's house.
But as he approached the crumbling prefab building that housed their office, he couldn't shake off the nervous feeling that had taken root in the pit of his stomach.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door, the bell jangling above his head as he stepped inside.
The smell of grease and sweat greeted him immediately, a stark contrast to the freshly baked cookies clutched in his hand.
"Fuck, it's hot in here," Sammy muttered to himself, wiping the sweat from his brow. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. The office was small and cramped, with a greasy counter running along one wall. Behind it, he could see a door that led to what he assumed was the workshop. In the center of the room, there was a worn-out couch, and on it, two men were lounging.
One was a dark-skinned man, in his fifties with a big belly and sweat stains on his overalls. The other man was Carlos. The hispanic and one of the three who had gangbanged him last week.
Both men looked up as he entered, their eyes raking over his slender frame and tiny shorts that barely covered his ass.
"Well, hello there, cutie" the black man said, leering at him. "You must be the one who bumped into Carlos last week."
Sammy blushed, his cheeks burning as he remembered their encounter. It had been a week since he had been reduced to a bare-assed slut, bent over the kitchen counter and serviced by these three men like some common whore.
The taste of their cum still lingered in his mouth, a constant reminder of the degradation and pleasure he had endured. And yet, here he was, back in their office, cookie plate in hand and heart pounding in his chest.
Sammy walked over to the greasy counter, placing the plate down in front of Carlos. The man's gaze drifted down from Sammy's face, lingering on the curves of his hips and the perky mounds of his ass.
Sammy could not help himself. His mom had no idea of course that the plumbers had made him their slut, so she had baked some cookies to give to them. But Sammy had dressed like a slut to bring them.
He wore a skimpy tank top, his nipples poking through the thin fabric, and short-shorts that barely covered his ass. He knew he looked good and he wanted the plumbers to notice him.
"Thanks for the cookies, cutie," Carlos said, his voice dripping with suggestion. "But I think we have something else in mind for you." He winked, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Sammy's heart skipped a beat. He knew what was coming when he walked in here, he could feel it in the air.
"My mom made them to say thanks" Sammy muttered.
His voice laced with equal parts of shame and excitement.
Carlos chuckled, his dark eyes sparkling with lust. He looked at Sammy with a hunger that made the twink's stomach twist in knots.
"You dressed like Frank asked you to as well." Carlos noted.
"Frank is in the back office darling." Tyrell said walking slowly around Sammy and closing the door of the prefab.
"He will be so excited to see you. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about you after the last time"
Tyrell was standing next to Carlos, and the two men exchanged a look. Sammy's heart was racing, and he felt a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he couldn't help the thrill that was building inside of him.
Tyrell was a big man, with a deep voice that rumbled like thunder.
He was in his fifties, with a greasy complexion and a bald head, but his black eyes glinted with mischief. He was wearing tight overalls that hugged his bulging belly and sweat stains spread across his chest. Sammy's gaze drifted down to the man's crotch, where he could see the unmistakable outline of a hard cock pressing against the fabric.
"Come on, cutie. Let's go see Frank." Tyrell said, grabbing Sammy roughly by the arm.
Sammy gasped as he was pulled towards the back office. His heart raced in his chest, his cock already beginning to stiffen in his pants.
As they entered the back office, Frank was sitting at his desk, reading a newspaper. He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw Sammy.
"Sammy, you're here!" Frank exclaimed, standing up from his chair.
He was a large man, with a beer belly hanging over his belt. He was in his fifties, with thinning hair and a five o'clock shadow.
Frank's eyes raked over Sammy, taking in his skimpy outfit.
"You look delicious, Sammy. I've been thinking about you non-stop since the last time we saw each other." Frank's voice was low, almost a growl.
The older man walked around his desk and approached Sammy, his movements slow and deliberate. He stopped just inches away from the young twink, their bodies almost touching.
Frank reached out and ran his fingers down Sammy's arm, causing the twink to shiver with anticipation.
"Im so glad you came by, i knew you would miss us."
Frank's hand trailed down Sammy's arm and reached for his ass. "You always come back to us. You always want more."
Frank's grip on Sammy's ass tightened, and he could feel the older man's hard-on pressing against him.
"Fuck, Frank, let go of me." Sammy protested, but even as he spoke, he could feel his own cock stiffening in response to Frank's touch.
"Come on, Sammy. You know you want it." Frank's voice was low and husky.
"You're such a tease, Sammy. Always tempting me with your tight little body. Leave it to me, I'll make you scream like you did last time." Frank's hand moved from Sammy's ass to his crotch, feeling the outline of Sammy's hard cock through his shorts.
Sammy gasped as Frank's hand groped him. He couldn't deny the fact that he was turned on by Frank's roughness, his demanding attitude and all the filthy things he whispered in his ear.
"I know how you can really say thankyou to us" Frank said his eyes gleaming.
Before Sammy could respond, Frank's hands were on his waist, pulling him in for a rough kiss.
Sammy moaned into the kiss, his tongue twirling with Frank's as the older man's hands roamed over his body.
Frank's hands slipped under Sammy's tank top, his fingers brushing over the twink's nipples, causing them to harden under his touch.
Sammy's mind was spinning, his body on fire as Frank's lips left his and started trailing down his neck.
Frank's stubble scratched against Sammy's sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine.
His hands expertly slid off Sammy's tank top, revealing his petite frame and pert nipples.
"We've got some clothes here, for when we bring some strippers in, you would look great in them Sammy, and you could give us a little show."
Frank suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Sammy's eyes widened at the suggestion, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the idea. He had never stripped before, but the thought of dancing for these men, of teasing them and driving them wild with desire, was a huge turn-on.
"Yeah, come on Sammy, don't be shy. You've got the body for it, and we're all just going to be watching, no one else." Carlos added, his voice low and seductive.
"And don't worry, we'll make sure to give you a good tip."
Sammy hesitated, his heart racing with fear and excitement.
"Ok, I'll do it," Sammy finally said, his voice shaking with nerves.
Frank grinned, "That's the spirit, Sammy."
Frank led the twink to the corner of the room, and pulled out a dusty box.
"We will wait out on the couch. Get dressed up and then come out." Frank ordered before they left Sammy alone.
Sammy opened the box and found a variety of clothes to choose from. There were leather corsets, tiny lace thongs, and fishnet stockings. He picked out a matching black lace bra and thong set, and a pair of black stiletto heels that made his already slender legs look impossibly long and toned.
Sammy's hands shook as he slipped into the clothes, his heart racing with anticipation. He barely recognized the person staring back at him in the mirror.
The skimpy clothes only served to accentuate his slender figure, and the way the lace clung to his nipples sent a shiver down his spine.
His dick was already hard, straining against the tight fabric of his thong. He could feel his face flushed with excitement and nerves, and his hands trembled as he adjusted the straps of his heels.
Then he pulled out a school girls outfit.
Plaid miniskirt, knee high socks, and a white blouse, the buttons undone enough to reveal a his lace bra and hard nipples
Sammy hesitated, but the thought of being dominated in this outfit was too enticing to resist.
He quickly changed into it, feeling a thrill as he looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked like the ultimate innocent schoolgirl, but he knew he was far from it.
He was even able to find two hair bobbins and tie his hair into two short pigtails.
Sammy looked in the mirror and admired himself, his nipples poking through the fabric of the blouse and his tight miniskirt riding up his thighs.
Sammy took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he stepped out of the back office and into the main room. The plumbers were sitting on the couch, their eyes lighting up as they saw Sammy.
"Well, well, well, don't you look fuckin' cute," Tyrell said, his voice dripping with desire.
Sammy blushed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink as he walked over to the trio of plumbers.
"I-I hope you like the cookies," Sammy stammered, holding out the plate towards Carlos.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll like them much better when you're bendin' over that counter and spreadin' that sweet ass of yours for us," Frank said, leering at Sammy with a hungry expression on his face.
Sammy's heart skipped a beat as Frank's words sent a bolt of lust straight to his cock. He could feel himself getting harder with every passing second, and it was all he could do to keep his composure as the older man stared him down.
"Now come on, darlin'," Carlos said, standing up from the couch and approaching Sammy.
He placed his hand on the small of Sammy's back, his fingers tracing the curve of the twink's ass. "Let's see what you've got."
Sammy's heart pounded in his chest as Carlos's hand moved lower, cupping his ass and pulling him closer. He could feel the older man's erection pressing against him, and it was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud.
"Yeah, that's right, baby," Frank said, his voice low and husky.
"You're gonna dance for us, and then you're gonna let us have our way with you."
Sammy's heart raced as Frank spoke. He had never felt so wanted, so desired before. He knew what he was getting himself into, and yet he couldn't deny the thrill that was surging through his veins.
"Now come on, show us what you've got," Frank said, motioning towards the center of the room.
Sammy's legs trembled as he made his way over to the makeshift stage that Frank had set up.
He was wearing nothing but a skimpy schoolgirl outfit, his nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric of his blouse.
Frank's eyes were glued to Sammy's body, his hunger growing with every step the twink took. Tyrell and Carlos watched, their cocks dripping with pre-cum as they imagined all the filthy things they were going to do to the young man once he was finished dancing.
Sammy began to move, his hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft moan as he began to grind to the music in his head.
His hips swayed to the rhythm, his body moving with a grace he didn't know he possessed.
Frank's eyes watched in approval as the twink's body moved sensuously in front of them. He loved how Sammy's tiny frame looked in the skimpy schoolgirl outfit, his pert ass on display as he bent over in front of them.
"Oh fuck, Sammy, you're gonna make me cum just from watching you," Tyrell groaned, his hand gripping his swollen cock through his overalls.
Sammy's stomach twisted with excitement as he heard the plumbers' words, and he felt his own cock twitch in response. He knew what they wanted, what they craved, and he couldn't deny them any longer.
"Yes, baby, let us see that tight little ass of yours," Frank said, his eyes glued to Sammy's body.
Sammy shivered as Frank's words sent a shiver down his spine, and he turned around, bending over to show off his firm, round ass.
The plumbers couldn't help but stare, their eyes glued to the tiny thong that barely covered Sammy's ass cheeks. Frank let out a low growl, his hands clenching into fists as he imagined all the dirty things he was going to do to the young twink once he was done dancing.
Sammy moved his hips, grinding against the makeshift stage as he teased the plumbers, giving them just a glimpse of what was underneath that tiny thong.
He reached behind him, running his hands over his ass cheeks and letting out a soft moan.
Frank couldn't resist any longer. He stood up, walking towards the stage, his erection tenting his pants. He reached out, grabbing Sammy's waist, pulling the twink's body against his own.
"Fuck, Sammy. You're so fucking hot," Frank growled, his lips crashing against Sammy's in a bruising kiss.
Sammy moaned into the kiss, his body melting against Frank'sembrace. He could feel the older man's hard cock pressing against his ass, and he couldn't wait to feel it inside of him.
"Oh, Frank, yes," Sammy moaned, his nails raking down Frank's chest as the older man ground against him.
"Fuck, Sammy, you're so goddamn sexy. I can't wait to fuck you again," Frank growled, his hands grabbing Sammy's ass cheeks and squeezing them tightly.
Sammy moaned, his hips grinding against Frank's, his cock straining against the tight fabric of his thong.
"Yes, Frank. I want you inside of me. I want to feel your cock stretching me," Sammy whimpered, his body trembling with need.
Frank grinned, his fingers tracing a path up Sammy's body before he cupped the twink's chin, tilting Sammy's head back.
"Such a dirty little slut," Frank said, his eyes shining with desire.
He grabbed Sammy's wrists, pinning them above his head as he assaulted the twink's mouth with fierce kisses.
His other hand dove under the skirt of the schoolgirl outfit, his fingers tracing a path up Sammy's thigh before he found the string of the thong.
With a swift tug, the fabric gave way, and Frank could feel the warmth of Sammy's skin against his fingers.
"Such a dirty little slut, begging for it. You want my cock, don't you?" Frank growled, his lips brushing against Sammy's ear as he spoke.
Sammy could only moan in response, his hips grinding against Frank's hand as he tried to force the older man's fingers deeper inside of him.
Frank didn't disappoint. With a devious grin, he plunged his fingers deep into Sammy's hole, causing the twink to cry out in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Frank growled, his words dripping with filth.
Sammy could only moan in response, his hips bucking against Frank's hand as he begged for more.
Tyrell and Carlos watched, their cocks straining against their pants as they imagined what it would be like to plunge their own rock-hard shafts deep into Sammy's tight little ass.
Without warning, Frank pulled his fingers out of Sammy's hole, leaving the twink panting and whimpering with need.
"Beg me for it, you little bitch," Frank growled, his eyes locked onto Sammy's as he waited for the twink to beg for it.
"Please, Frank. I need it. I need you inside of me," Sammy moaned, his hips still gyrating as he begged for the older man to fuck him.
Frank grinned, relishing the power he held over the young twink.
I need you inside of me," Sammy moaned again, desperation creeping into his voice.
Frank couldn't resist the begging any longer. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his hard cock.
It was long and thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Sammy moaned, his hips bucking as he stared at the older man's cock. He wanted it, needed it inside of him.
Frank threw Sammy down onto all fours facing the other two men on the couch.
Carlos and Tyrell licked their lips in anticipation as Frank positioned himself behind Sammy.
"You want these cocks deep inside of you, don't you, Sammy?" Frank growled, his hand gripping Sammy's waist tightly.
Sammy could only moan in response, his hips bucking back against Frank's as he begged for the man to take him. Frank didn't hesitate. He plunged his cock deep inside of Sammy's tight hole, causing the twink to cry out in pleasure.
Frank gripped Sammy's waist, pounding his cock deep into the twink's eager hole as he took in the sight of Sammy's perfect body.
In front of them, Carlos and Tyrell watched, their cocks in their hands as they stroked themselves to the sight of Sammy getting fucked by Frank.
"That's right, Sammy. Take it," Frank grunted, slamming his hips against Sammy's ass as he fucked the twink with all his might.
Sammy's moans filled the room, punctuated by Frank's grunts and the slap of their bodies against each other.
Both Carlos and Tyrell had discarded their pants, their hard cocks out and fisted tightly in their hands as they watched the intense fuck scene before them.
"Yeah, fuck that little slut," Tyrell growled, his hand flying faster as he felt himself getting closer to climax.
Sammy was screaming in pleasure. His screams echoed around the prefab.
Frank's cock slammed deep inside Sammy's ass, reaching places he had never thought possible. Frank's balls slapped against Sammy's taint, making the young twink's whole body quiver in pleasure. Carlos and Tyrell watched mesmerized, stroking their hard cocks faster as they struggled to hold back their impending orgasms. Frank reached around, grabbing Sammy's slender throat and squeezing tightly.
You feel so good," Frank growled, his hips pistoning faster as he fucked the young twink with everything he had.
Sammy's screams turned into choked gasps, his vision blurring as Frank squeezed his throat.
Frank's iron grip on his throat was suffocating him but he loved it.
He couldn't see anything but specks of light flickering behind his half-closed eyes.
Frank tilted his head back, exposing his neck, and sank his teeth in. Sammy yelped as Frank bit down hard, the pain only heightening his pleasure. Frank's other hand grabbed a handful of Sammy's honey-blond hair, pulling his head back farther.
Sammy was losing consciousness.
The world around him spun into a whirlwind of colors and sensations. He could feel Frank's teeth still sunk deep into his neck, each bite sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through his body. Frank's cock slammed deep inside of him, stretching him wide as he fucked the twink with a brutal intensity. Frank's hand still gripped Sammy's throat, cutting off his air supply.
But Sammy didn't care. He had never felt so alive, so turned on. The pain, the pleasure, the utter depravity of the moment was too much to handle.
Sammy's whole body trembled, his vision went black and then he came.
It was a powerful orgasm that ripped through his body and Frank could feel Sammy's ass clenching around his cock as the twink came. Frank grinned, his grip on Sammy's throat tightening as he continued to fuck the twink through his orgasm.
Sammy was in a daze, his whole body was on fire and he felt like he couldn't take anymore. But Frank wasn't done with him yet.
He continued to fuck Sammy's tight little hole, his balls slapping against the twink's ass as he drove himself deeper inside.
The pain had subsided, replaced by a pleasure so intense that it was almost unbearable. Sammy's orgasm had turned into a continuous rolling wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.
Frank could feel it too, the tingling sensation building at the base of his spine. He knew he was close, and he didn't want to waste a single moment.
Sammy was about to black out.
The world around him was fading into darkness, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. But Frank didn't seem to notice or care. He was lost in his own pleasure, his eyes clenched shut as he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside of Sammy's ass.
The plumbers on the couch watched in awe. They had never seen anything like it before. The way Frank was dominating Sammy, the way the young twink was submitting to him, it was like watching a live sex show.
Sammy blacked out.
The last thing he remembered was Frank's cock buried deep inside of him and the older man's rough hands clutching his hips as he thrust in and out of the twink. Now, the young man found himself lying on the floor of the prefab, his head spinning and his body still tingling from the intense orgasm he had just experienced.
As Sammy started coming back to his senses, he became aware of the sound of rough, ragged breathing and the slapping sound of skin on skin.
He opened his eyes slowly, wincing as the bright light of the prefab assaulted his sensitive vision.
At first, it was hard to make out anything through the haze of pleasure and pain that still lingered in his mind. But then he realised he was still feeling the pleasure of a cock fucking his ass, and actually there was a cock in his mouth.
Tyrell's hard, thick cock was right in front of his face, pre-cum drooling from the tip, and Sammy's mouth wrapped around it eagerly.
"Oh yeah, baby. You love that cock, don't you?" Tyrell groaned, thrusting his hips forward and forcing his cock deeper into Sammy's mouth.
Sammy moaned around the cock, sucking eagerly, tasting the saltiness of Tyrell's pre-cum on his tongue.
Sammy realised Frank was sitting on the couch now, rubbing his cock, which meant Carlos must be the one fucking him.
How long had he been out?
Sammy couldn't tell. Time seemed to have lost all meaning in the midst of the intense sex he had just experienced.
Carlos's cock slammed into Sammy's ass with a force that would have been painful if it wasn't for the pleasure that was already coursing through his veins. The twist of the plumber's hips, the way his balls slapped against Sammy's taint, the feeling of the man's rock-hard shaft stretching him wide, it was all too much for the young twink to handle.
Sammy also realised there was already cum in his ass and on his face.
It was proof of what had happened while he had lost consciousness. Frank had cum in his ass and Tyrell on his face.
Carlos's thrusting became erratic as he approached his climax. His body stiffened and then he groaned deeply, holding himself buried in Sammy's tight hole as he filled the twink's ass with his warm load. Sammy's own orgasm hit him again, this time not as intense as the first one, but still powerful, his entire body convulsing with pleasure.
He could feel Carlos's cock twitching inside of him, the warm liquid filling him up, and the thought of that sent another wave of pleasure through the young twink's body.
Carlos slowly pulled out of Sammy, a line of cum still visible between the plumber's cock and the twink's hole. Tyrell also pulled out his cocks, covered in Sammy's saliva and cum.
Tyrell lifted Sammy off the ground and carried him to the couch.
Sammy was still dizzy and disoriented, but he couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through his veins. He couldn't believe what had just happened - he had blacked out during sex, and now he was covered in cum.
But he didn't have time to process what had happened. Tyrell laid him down on the couch and climbed on top of him, his hard cock already out and ready for action.
"You ready for round three, baby?" Tyrell asked, his voice husky with desire.
"Round three?" Sammy muttered dazed.
But before he could finish his question, Tyrell was already pressing his hard cock against Sammy's entrance.
"Don't worry about it, baby. Just relax and enjoy," Tyrell whispered, his breath hot against Sammy's neck.
Sammy couldn't speak, he could only nod as he felt Tyrell's cock begin to push its way inside of him.
It was still slick from the previous rounds of sex, and it slid in easily. Tyrell wasted no time in setting a quick, hard pace, even as he leaned down to kiss and suck on Sammy's nipples through his shirt.
"You're so fucking hot, Sammy," Tyrell panted, "I can't get enough of you."
Sammy could only whimper in response, lost in the haze of pleasure that the black plumber was giving him.
He couldn't believe the size of Tyrell's cock, it was even bigger than Frank's and Carlos's, and it filled him up completely, making him feel deliciously full and stretched.
Tyrell wasted no time in taking Sammy hard and fast, his hips pistoning as he fucked the young twink with wild abandon.
Sammy wrapped his legs around Tyrell's waist, his hands clutching the plumber's sweaty shoulders as he took every inch of the man's hard shaft.
Tyrell stood up with Sammy wrapped around him and began to bounce him up and down on his cock. He was using Sammy like a fleshlight.
A toy for his own pleasure.
Sammy didn't mind, though. In fact, he loved every moment of it. He loved the sensation of Tyrell's hard cock stretching him open, filling him up completely, and making him feel whole.
He loved the feeling of the man's strong arms holding him up, as he bounced Sammy up and down on his dick. The motion of it was sending waves of pure pleasure throughout his body.
"Fuck, Tyrell!" Sammy cried out, burying his face in the plumber's neck.
His fingers dug into Tyrell's sweaty back, marking his skin as the man continued to fuck him with wild abandon.
"Come for me, Sammy. Show me how much you love my cock," Tyrell growled, his hips faltering slightly as he felt his own orgasm building.
It didn't take long for Sammy to comply. With another loud cry, the twink's cock erupted, spilling his seed between their damp bodies.
Tyrell sat back down on the couch, Sammy still impaled on his cock.
The young twink's hole was stretched open, his cum dripping down Tyrell's shaft and onto the leather couch.
Frank and Carlos watched, their cocks still hard and ready for more. Frank approached the couch, he stood behind Sammy. Sammy wasnt sure what he was going to do. He couldnt suck his cock from behind him and Tyrell was already fucking his ass.
Then Sammy felt Franks cock press against his ass while Tyrell was still fucking him.
He turned his head to see Frank grinning sadistically. "You're such a slut, Sammy. You can't get enough cock, can you?" Frank asked as he pushed his cock against Sammy's hole, the grease and sweat on his body making it easier to slide in despite the tightness caused by Tyrell's thick cock.
Sammy groaned in pleasure as he felt his ass stretch wider to accommodate both cocks. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and it was indescribable.
"WHAT, WHAAAAT, ARE YOU DOING?" Sammy screamed in pain and pleasure as his hole was stretched beyond belief by the second cock.
The sensation of being filled so completely, of being used in such a filthy and degrading way was too much for him to bear. He loved it. He loved the feeling of these rough, crude men using him for their own pleasure.
Frank's cock slid inside Sammy's ass with ease, thanks to the generous amount of lube provided by Tyrell's cum. The two men found a rhythm, fucking Sammy's hole in tandem, their balls slapping against each other as they railroaded the twink's delicate body.
Frank's hand gripped Sammy's throat tightly, choking the young man as he thrust into him harder, his hips smacking against Sammy's ass with each thrust.
Tyrell's hands roamed over Sammy's thin frame, pinching and tweaking at his nipples, his hands leaving angry red marks on the twink's pale skin. The smell of sweat, musk, and sex filled the prefab, creating an intense atmosphere of pure, filthy desire.
Frank and Tyrell fucked Sammy with wild abandon, their cocks pistoning in and out of the twink's tight hole in a brutal, relentless rhythm.
"You like that, you little slut?" Frank growled, his voice deep and guttural as he choked Sammy with one hand while gripping the twink's hip with the other.
Sammy couldn't speak, he could only moan and gasp as the two men fucked him harder and faster.
His whole body shook with pleasure, his mind lost in a haze of ecstasy. He had never felt so full, so used, so completely dominated.
"Fuck, yes. Take our cocks, you dirty little whore," Frank growled, his balls slapping against Sammy's taint as he thrust into the twink with all his might.
Sammy's cock was still hard, leaking precum onto Tyrell's sweaty stomach. He couldn't believe how good it felt, being stuffed full of cock like this.
Frank was squeezing his throat again.
Sammy's vision started to blur as Frank's cock plowed in and out of him, hitting that sweet spot inside him with each thrust.
Tyrell started to moan, "Shit, Frank! I'm gonna cum!"
The thrill of hearing another man talk like that, in the middle of a filthy, dirty, and raw scene.
Sammy's world began to swirl again, he was going to blackout again.
Frank's hand was tightly wrapped around his throat, squeezing and cutting off his airway. The lack of oxygen only heightened the pleasure coursing through his veins.
Tyrell's thrusting became erratic as he felt his own climax approaching. His body stiffened and then he groaned deeply, holding himself buried inside Sammy's hole as he filled the twink's ass with his warm load. Frank's rough hand still gripped Sammy's throat, his thumb rubbing circles on Sammy's windpipe.
The lack of oxygen made Sammy's head spin, his vision blurred, and spots danced in front of his eyes.
Sammy's entire body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve was alive, buzzing with electricity. His cock was rock hard, leaking precum onto Tyrell's stomach.
Tyrell's body trembled as he filled Sammy's ass with his warm load. Frank groaned, his hips pistoning as he plowed into the twink's tight hole.
Then Sammy passed out again.