Chapter 4: Climax
Sammy's eyes fluttered open, a wave of dizziness washing over him. He was greeted by the harsh fluorescent lights of the plumbers' prefab office. His entire body was sore, and he could feel every inch of his violated hole protesting with every tiny movement. Groggily, he attempted to shift, only to be met with the sensation of a hot, hard cock pressing against his lower abdomen.
His mind raced, struggling to comprehend the situation.
The last thing he remembered was being pinned down on the couch, Frank's rough hand wrapped around his throat, and Tyrell's cock buried deep inside of him. The two men had used him like a ragdoll, taking turns fucking him raw and domineering, leaving him a quivering mess of pleasure and pain.
"Looks like our little slut is finally awake," Frank sneered.
Sammy was awaking to find himself tied up in a sex swing in the middle of the office with someone still fucking his ass.
His whole face, hair, body and ass were all covered in god knew how many loads of cum. His eyelids were sticking together from the cum.
He blinked a few times, trying to clear the sticky residue away. His vision was blurry, but as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the office, he could make out the shapes of the men standing before him. Frank was smirking down at him, his cock still hard and glistening with Sammy's ass juice. Carlos and Tyrell were watching with hungry eyes, their cocks already starting to twitch again.
"Welcome back, you little whore," Frank said, running a hand over Sammy's cum-covered cheek. "Tony got back, hope you dont mind but hes taking a turn on you right now."
Frank smirked, gesturing towards the man currently bent over Sammy's ass.
Sammy couldn't speak, he could barely even think through the haze of pleasure and pain that was coursing through his veins. All he could do was whimper incoherently as Tony's cock pounded into his bruised, battered hole. He could feel every inch of the man's thick shaft as it slid in and out, filling him up completely and leaving him feeling utterly, deliciously full.
The next few hours passed in a blur of cocks and pleasure.
The plumbers took turns using Sammy, fucking him rough and raw, leaving him a panting, sweating mess of ecstasy. They choked him, spanked him, and called him degrading names, all while pounding their cocks deep inside of him. Sammy loved it. He loved the feeling of being used, of being dominated and degraded. It was all he had ever wanted, and these gruff, dirty men were giving it to him in spades.
But as the night wore on, and the sky outside grew dark, the plumbers started to tire.
Carlos was the first to pull out, his cock glistening with Sammy's cum and sweat. He groaned as he pulled out, his member leaving Sammy's abused hole with a wet, sloppy sound.
"Fuck, that was good," Carlos muttered, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I haven't had a piece of ass like that in a long time."
Frank grunted in agreement, still pounding away at Sammy's hole.
Carlos and Tony left for the night as Sammy was still being passed around.
Frank and Tyrell took turns fucking the young twink's tight hole, filling him up with their warm loads. Sammy's whole body was shaking with exhaustion, but he couldn't help but beg for more. They had pushed him to his limits, but he still craved for more and more.
Frank pulled out, his cock glistening with Sammy's ass juice and cum. He slapped Sammy's ass hard, leaving a red mark on his pale skin.
"You're such a fucking slut, you know that?" Frank growled.
There was a knock on the door when the clock struck nine. Sammy was in the back office with Frank and Tyrell but someone was knocking on the front door.
Frank groaned in frustration before pulling himself away from Sammy and shuffling over to the front to see who it was. Tyrell slumped down on the couch, wheezing slightly after the intense marathon of sex they just had.
Tyrell grabbed a remote and pointed it a series of screens in the corner. CCTV camera footage appeared.
The first screen showed the exterior of the prefab office, and Frank walked over to check who was outside.
"Who the fuck is it now?" Frank barked.
The second screen showed Sammy's mom. Sammy panicked.
His mom couldn't see him like this - covered in cum, used and abused by these filthy men.
She had her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, she had clearly just come from the gym as she was wearing a sports bra and tight leggings.
Frank chuckled darkly. "You didnt tell us your mom was a milf Sammy."
Frank chuckled darkly, watching as Sammy's mom approached the prefab office.
Sammy felt his heart drop into his stomach. He couldn't let his mom see him like this, covered in cum and still tied up in the sex swing. He tried to protest, but his voice was hoarse from all the shouting and moaning he had done earlier.
Frank ignored Sammy's muffled words and left the office back to the reception. Tyrell left with him. Sammy was left tied up in the sex swing, his mouth gagged, watching the cctv which had audio.
"Well isn't this a nice surprise," Frank drawled, leering at Sammy's mom. "What can we do for you today?"
Sammy's mom gave Frank a friendly smile. "Hi, im Catherine." She said sahking each of the mens hands. "Im looking for my son, he was meant to drop by here earlier today."
Catherine explained, her voice laced with concern.
Frank and Tyrell exchanged a glance, both of them knowing that Sammy was currently tied up in the back office, covered in their cum.
"Oh, uh, yeah. He stopped by," Frank replied, his voice casual. "We, uh, fixed the sink for him. He should be finished up by now."
"And thanks very much for the cookies, they were delicous" Tyrell added.
Catherine's smile grew wider, and she reached into her bag, pulling out a tupperware container.
"Here, I brought some extra. I figured you fellas must work up quite an appetite."
Frank chuckled, taking the container from her. "You have no idea, Catherine."
Tyrell winked at her, and Catherine's cheeks pinked slightly.
"Why don't you come in and have a seat, Catherine. Ill try to remember if Sammy said where he was going."
Frank said, feigning ignorance as he opened the tupperware container, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, I do love chocolate chip."
Catherine watched as Frank took a bite, a small moan of pleasure escaping his lips. Frank was a big man, with a rough and gruff demeanor that made him intimidating at first glance. But Catherine had always had a soft spot for men who didn't care about their appearances, who wore their sweat and grime like badges of honor. And Frank looked like a man who worked hard for every cent he earned.
Sammy was watching in horror as his mom entered the prefab and the door closed behind her.
Frank and Tyrell led her to the reception area, their hands brushing hers as they exchanged pleasantries.
Sammy's heart raced as he listened to their conversation. His mom sounded so normal, so warm and friendly. She had no idea that Frank and Tyrell had just spent hours abusing her son, using him like a rag doll and leaving him tied up and covered in cum.
Sammy strained against his restraints, trying to free himself. He needed to warn his mom, to get her out of there before it was too late. But his efforts were in vain.
"Oh you're too kind" he could hear his mom saying as they laughed.
"You clearly go to the gym regularly, you have a great figure." Frank flirted.
His rough hand reached out and traced a slow path up Catherine's arm, lingering on her bicep before moving to her shoulder. "You're a beautiful woman," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Tyrell chuckled. "Frank always had a way with words," he said, winking at Catherine.
Catherine could feel her cheeks flushing, and she swallowed hard. She had always been a sucker for a handsome man, and Frank fit the bill perfectly. He was rough and rugged, with a hint of danger lurking behind his eyes.
Sammy watched his eyes wide as they continued to flirt for several minutes.
He was terrified of what would happen if they realized it wasn't just Sammy's sink they fixed but also his young ass. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and shame as his mom laughed and played along with them. Frank's hands roamed up and down her back, and Catherine leaned into him, obviously enjoying the attention. Sammy's heart raced as he imagined what his mom would look like with Frank's hard cock buried deep inside of her.
After a few more minutes, his moms hand was resting on each of their laps and she was asking them to call her Cat. Was his mom a slut? and going to cheat on dad?
With these filthy men?
Sammy couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that his own mother was being seduced by these crude men right in front of him, while he was still tied up and covered in their cum. He wanted to scream, to shout, to tell her to run. But his mouth was still gagged, and his voice was still hoarse from all the shouting and moaning he had done earlier.
Frank's hand was now on Cat's ass, kneading it roughly as she giggled.
Tyrell was sitting next to them, his hand also on Cat's thigh, slowly inching its way up to her crotch.
"I can't believe you guys!" Cat exclaimed, her voice high with excitement. "I never thought you'd be so charming!"
Frank and Tyrell exchanged a wicked grin. They had her right where they wanted her.
Sammy could only watch as a few minutes later his mom let the two men lift her training bra up.
Her huge tits swung loose and Frank's hands immediately went to them, grabbing and teasing the nipples playfully.
Sammy's mom gasped in delight as Frank began to suck and lightly bite her nipples, alternating between the two.
Tyrell's hand had made its way up Cat's skirt, and Sammy couldn't help but see Tyrell's fingers moving against his mom's exposed pussy through her leggings.
Fuck.
His own mother was getting fingered by the same man who had just fucked him raw.
His own mom, the woman who had given birth to him, was getting pleasured by the grubby plumbers. Frank's lips moved from Cat's nipple to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
"God, you feel so good." Frank murmured against Cat's neck, his fingers still playing with her nipples.
Sammy's heart sank as he saw his mom lean into Frank's touch, her head resting on his shoulder.
Soon she was on her knees, sucking the two mens cocks.
First Frank's and then Tyrell's. They were both moaning and groaning, grabbing her head and thrusting their hips forward, facefucking her.
Sammy could do nothing but watch as his own mother choked on the thick cocks of the two plumbers. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't look away. He found himself getting harder and harder, his cock throbbing with the need to be touched.
He was also extremely jealous.
Jealous that his own mother was getting pleasure from these men while he was still tied up in the sex swing. He hoped they would leave him tied up and come back to him, but he doubted they would.
As the three of them continued to moan and groan, Frank suddenly pulled Cat's head away from his cock.
"What's wrong?" Cat asked, looking up at Frank with a confused expression.
Frank didn't say anything, instead, he turned Cat around and bent her over the reception desk.
Tyrell immediately positioned himself behind her, his hips pressing against Cat's ass as he lined himself up with her entrance.
"Just relax, Cat," Frank said softly, rubbing circles on her back with one hand while he guided his cock into her pussy with the other.
Cat let out a low moan as Tyrell's cock filled her up, stretching her wide open. Frank watched as Tyrell began to thrust into Cat, his hips moving quickly as he fucked her with wild abandon.
Sammy watched in horror as for the next hour, the two men fucked his mom in every way imaginable.
They bent her over the reception desk, spread her legs wide open, slapped her ass, and called her degrading names. And all the while, she took it like a champ, moaning and screaming in pleasure as the men used her body for their own pleasure.
Frank pressed Catherine's face against the reception desk as he plowed into her from behind, his hips slamming into her ass with each thrust. Catherine's breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and erect.
Sammy watched as they finished up. His mom had taken a load in her pussy and her mouth and was thanking the plumbers as she dressed.
Frank and Tyrell shared a look and smirked. They knew they had her under their control and they could do whatever they wanted with her.
Meanwhile, Sammy was still tied up in the back office, his ass still sore and vulnerable. He struggled against the ropes, trying to free himself, but they were too tight. He was trapped, helpless, and at their mercy.
As soon as Catherine left, Frank and Tyrell returned to the back office where Sammy was still tied up. They approached him with hungry looks in their eyes.
Frank smirked, reaching out to grab a handful of Sammy's hair, pulling his head up to meet his gaze. "Did you enjoy watching your mom get fucked, you little slut?" He sneered, giving Sammy's hair a sharp yank.
Sammy's eyes watered from the pain, but he couldn't deny the arousal that surged through him at the sight of his mother taking two cocks like a pro. "Yes, sir," he managed to croak out.
Frank's sneer turned into a satisfied smile at Sammy's response. Sammy couldn't help but feel a surge of shame at the fact that he enjoyed being treated like a slut, but it was quickly overshadowed by the intense arousal he was feeling. Being used and dominated turned him on in a way he never thought possible.
Tyrell moved behind Sammy, stroking his ass cheeks and spreading them wide open.