Message-ID: <6448eli$9712151630@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lilalex666@aol.com (LilAlex666) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Video booth part 1 MM forced Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971215190900.OAA04102@ladder01.news.aol.com> VIDEO BOOTH HEAD For the third weekend in a row Philip sat alone in his living room watching a porn tape that he had rented from the local video outlet. It was your typical adult flick -- a sultry blond, on her knees, giving head to a well-endowed stud. The plot was non-existent and the action was pretty repetitive. It would never be a contender for an Academy Award, but then it was enough to give Philip a raging hardon - a hardon that was now straining for attention. As Philip's right hand started towards his zipper in preparation for completing that time-honored practice of solitary males, he changed his mind and abruptly stood up. "There has got to be a better way," he thought. He'd been jerking off for the last three weeks, ever since Katherine had given him the ultimatum "marry me or else!" and he had balked. The clash was brief, intense and final. She was out the door, and his love life was reduced evening sessions with his fist. While the handjobs initially met his needs for release, it was now apparent that he wanted more. A nice tight pussy would be ideal, but a set of pink lips would almost be as good. He shut the TV off just as the blonde's face was being hosed down in a cum shower by the dick she had been so enthusiastically devouring. "See you later honey," he mused, "but if I'm lucky tonight I ain't gonna be seeing you until a hell of a lot later!" As the shirtless 27 year old brown-haired hunk turned towards the door, the image in the mirror caused him to stop. "I guess I really should put a shirt on," he mused, as he caught a glimpse of his naked, hairy chest. "No shirt, no service," he chuckled. Philip had been well-blessed by mother nature. At 6' 2" the brown haired, hazel eyed male towered above many of his peers. His naturally muscled chest was covered with a generous, but not overwhelming, layer of very dark brown hair -- the kind that almost appeared to be laying horizontal across his firm abs. The hair was uniformly and symmetrically dispersed across his chest and extended downward across his firm abdomen. Katherine used to be particularly turned on by his chest hair, often playing with it for long periods of time before impaling herself on his 7" dick. After pulling on a "hey ladies, look what I got" shirt Philip bounded out of his apartment, snagged three condoms from his dresser drawer and stuffed them into his wallet. "These are for later," he said, looking downwards and talking to his denim-encased hardon. "No more fist tonight, you're gonna fill these up tonight with the help of some nice snatch!" With a quick few steps he was in his car and barreling out of the driveway. Ten minutes later he was entering the side door of a local pickup joint, inappropriately named the Royal Court. There was nothing royal about this bar, and the only association it had with a court occurred when a brawl broke out and the police were called to break it up. As he strutted over to an empty bar stool next to a very attractive brunette, Philip noticed that a lot of guys were there with the same thought in mind. The women were outnumbered two to one. Cock-sure of himself because of the success he had in past because of his own rugged good looks, Philip offered to his attractive neighbor a drink. That attempt was swiftly and firmly refused with the all-encompassing phrase "I'm with someone." And so it was for the rest of the evening. Be it poor timing, or just plain bad luck, every one of Philip's efforts to engage in conversation with a member of the opposite sex met with failure that evening. They were either with someone, waiting for a boyfriend, or just plain unfriendly. The night was turning into a disaster. Neither his good lucks, suggestive shirt, nor his hardon-tented jeans had been enough to snag a willing partner. Try as he might, not a single woman was responding to his increasingly anxious attempts to engage in conversation. [missing part where he goes to a video arcade in the expectation of being blown] "Here, feed these into the slot," is what Philip heard before feeling the other guy's hand place a large collection of coins into his. "I like it better when a hot flick is on the screen." After fumbling in the dark, Philip was finally able to locate a coin slot, and he dutifully fed all 15 coins into it, but not without some difficulty caused by his less than sober state. "They're in. What now?" Philip asked. "Here let me find one," said the guy as his hands pushed past Philip and started beeping away on the channel selectors. "Ah, this is a good one, Oral Annie, the Queen of Cum.' That'll be perfect." As Philip stared at the lurid picture that was coming onto the screen and contemplated the suckjob his dick was about to receive, his momentary stupor was interrupted by the sensation of two very strong hands taking hold of his shoulders and exercising a considerable amount of force towards the floor. "Whoa, what the fuck's the matter with you?" blurted Philip, as he lost balance and crashed knees first onto the floor. "Ouch, Dammit, what the fuh?" Philip's last sentence was cut off when his head was slammed into the wall of the booth by the blond stranger. "Don't get cute with me, faggot! You wanted cock and now you're gonna get it. I hate it when shits like you try to play cutesy." At that moment the hand that was firmly entangled in his hair was joined by an arm pressed firmly across his throat, seriously impairing his ability to breath. "Are we gonna be nice sweetie? Or am I gonna have to knock you out and fuck your face while you're lying on the floor?" Smack! The hand that had captured Philip's head had left its position and been hurled with considerable force across Philip's right cheek. "That's just a little sample, you bitch. Now stay down there while I get ready to feed you supper," snarled the almost disembodied voice above Philip's head. Still foggy from his night of drinking, the brown-haired stud, normally a guy who could handle himself, found himself staring off into the distance as the crotch of a pair of jeans materialized in front of his face. "Don't worry cocksucker, it'll be out in a second" is all that Philip head over the soundtrack of the porno flick, as the blond guy's hand started fumbling with the zipper in front of Philip's face. It was almost surreal as Philip watched the guy's large hands snag a hold of the zipper's tab and pull it down to the bottom. It still didn't make any sense to Philip as he watched the guy's belt unbuckle and fall around the blond guy's ankles with his jeans. And his alcohol clouded brain, still in a state of shock by the recent turn of events, couldn't really assess the gravity of the situation as the white underwear in front of him disappeared before his very eyes. "What the fuck are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" was all that Philip heard before his head was grabbed by two unseen hands and jammed into the crotch in front of him. The shock of having a dick, balls and pubic hair smashed up against his face started to galvanize him into action. But it was already too late. Almost before he could react, his mouth was forced open by a thumbnail wedged into the side of his jaw, and a large, soft penis was shoved inside of his mouth. At the same time his left ear was wracked with pain as one of the hands left his head and started twisting the ear with determination. "Listen shithead, you got what you came for in your mouth, and you better not do anything to it other than to suck on it. Got it? Cause if I feel any teeth, or if you try to pull off of it, I'm gonna rip off your head and shit down your throat. Now, blow me bitch!" Disoriented and defeated by the bewildering turn of events Philip now felt his mouth almost automatically begin to suck on the penis that was now occupying his mouth. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Here he was kneeling inside of a porno shop's video booth, lit by the light from a porno flick, sucking on another man's cock. It was totally humiliating and completely disgusting. As he knelt there before the male who had forced his cock into Philip's mouth, he started to become aware of his new reality. He realized that two hands were holding onto the back of his head, and gently motioning it in a forwards and backwards rhythm. Philip could also feel the stranger's cock responding to his oral ministrations by hardening and lengthening. The cock was also moving back and forth, but in a counter rhythm to the one that was controlling his head. "He's fucking my face!" Looking down on the prostrate form of the faggot in front of him, the 32 year old couldn't believe his good fortune. A little show of force had been all that was required to his dick into the guy's mouth. He was still a bit puzzled by the initial resistance, since he was under the impression that no persuasion was ever necessary for cocksuckers; but the important thing was that the guy was now gobbling his meat without protest. His friends had been right, these guys really did suck cock. He was particularly surprised that this particular guy was chomping on his meat, since he never imagined that such a straight looking dude would turn out to be a cocksucker. By now Philip's entire world had been reduced to a cock, a set of balls, pubic hair, the odors of a man's crotch and a series of seemingly disembodied commands and exhortations from above. "That's the way, faggot! Eat that meat. Ah yeah, man, keep sucking my joint. Damn! Ahhh, yes! You like that meat, dontcha, huh? Mmmmm, this is what you were born for. That's right cocksucker, your mouth was made for my dick. Keep sucking. Use that tongue! I want to feel it lapping my pecker. Suck harder, man. Use those lips! Take more in, dammit! Ahhh, good boy! Open up some more. I gotta get me some throat, man. Yeah, that's the way. Mmmmmm, nice. How's it feel to have a man's cock in your mouth? Bet it feels good, doesn't it? Huh? Yeah I can tell you're loving every minute of it. Ohhh, yeahhhh! Betcha can't wait 'til I cum in your mouth? Huh? Mmmmm, Yeah, bet you've got a hardon just thinking about the load that I'm gonna give you? You want me to cum in your mouth, right? That's what its all about. Right? Bet your tastebuds can't wait 'til I drown your tongue in with a load of hot balljuice? Huh, Right baby? Ahhh, yes. Keep on sucking!" Philip had lost all ability to resist, and found himself mindlessly responding to each exhortation and command from the stud who was raping his mouth. Contrary to his tormentor's claims, Philip's cock was not hard. He was completely defeated and totally under the control of the horny blond above him. Kneeling in the flickering light of the video booth, Philip mentally surrendered to the demands of the cock that had seized control of his mouth. A quickening of the pace at which the blonde's cock was ravaging his mouth, coupled with some telltale body language from the tormentor's torso, momentarily broke through Philip's stupor. "Oh shit, he's about to cum!" But any effort to pull off of that dick was short circuited by the tightening grip at the back of Philip's head, and the sound of those awful words "I'm gonna cum faggot. This is what you came here for, bitch. You better swallow every fuckin' drop! Ahhhhhhhhh, shit! Take it cocksucker!" And with those words ringing in his ears Philip felt the cock within his mouth begin shooting hot cum in his hitherto virgin orifice. Thick streams of goo poured out of the blonde's dick directly into the unable to resist mouth. Some shot directly down his throat, while other ejaculations hit the roof of his mouth, the insides of his cheeks, and most shocking of all, the tastebud covered surface of Philip's tongue. Philip had never tasted cum before, not even his own. To have the balljuice of another male inside of his mouth was the ultimate humiliation. A few seconds earlier this load of scum had been churning inside the body of another male, and now that male had forcibly deposited it inside of his mouth. His mouth was nothing other than a cunt for the guy standing before him. He had been transformed into a sperm receptacle, no different than a pussy or a fist for that matter. As the viscous white male fluid filled his mouth his ears were invaded by that omnipresent voice "Swallow it damn you! Take my load, now. It's dinner time!" And Philip found himself dutifully swallowing the load that had covered every inch of his mouth. "Ahhhh, yeah. That's the way. Gulp that juice down. Uh huh! Ahhh, that's a good cocksucker. Mmmmm, I bet you had more fun swallowing than I did cumming, right? Huh, is that right cumsucker. It takes a big cock and a big load to satisfy a big faggot like you! Well, its all yours, sweety. That's right, take it all! Ahhhh, yeah. And don't forget to lick that dick clean. It took a lot of work for me to make that load. You wouldn't want to waste any would you?" Kneeling on the floor with the blond stranger's cock firmly planted between his lips, Philip could only respond to each of the commands and directives of the stud above him. Every damn bit of the stud's cream was sent down Philip's throat to mingle with the remnants of the beer that still exercised its influence over the disoriented and uncharacteristically compliant male. He found himself gently nursing on the tip of the cock and milking the length of its shaft with his lips as he obeyed the blond stud's command to swallow every drop. Each and every bit of the cock's surface was thoroughly licked by Philip's obedient tongue, and every sperm that the tongue captured was taken into his throat and swallowed. As he finished up swallowing the last remnants of semen that had been so ruthlessly deposited by the cock that had successfully occupied his mouth, the awful realization of what he had just done started to sink into Philip's alcohol fogged brain. He had stopped off at the porno shop in order to get blown and had ended up being forced to give head to the guy who was supposed to blow him. And now here he was, kneeling in front of some total stranger, still nursing the guy's softening dick in his mouth after having swallowed the guy's load. It just didn't make any sense. How the hell had this happened? Philip's question never did get to be answered because his chain of though was abruptly interrupted by the withdrawal of that penis from his mouth, accompanied by the voice that had tormented him during his ordeal. "Well faggot, isn't it about time that you showed your appreciation for tonight's dinner? Come now, give it a thank you kiss From Realizing what was about to happen, Philip lurched forwards in a frantic effort to get onto his feet. But pulling off such a maneuver when starting from a kneeling position, in a dimly lit, confined space while still partially under the influence of alcohol was no easy accomplishment. Trying to do it while being shoved down from above was simply impossible. "Where do you think you're going, cocksucker?" is what Philip heard as his upward movement was abruptly stopped by a collision with the torso of the guy who had just abused him. Philip's ability to move was further impeded when the blonde's body was shoved into his face by some as of yet unseen force. "Take it easy, Rob! You trying to kill me? He's still here. He ain't going anywhere. Stop shoving!" Squished against the wall of the video booth a horrifying realization hit Philip like a two by four. "Oh, no! There's another one! Driven by a fear driven spurt of adrenaline, Philip again shoved himself forward in a desperate attempt to escape from the rape chamber, but this heroic effort was also stopped by another stinging slap in the face followed by the combined downward shove of two strong males. "Don't mind him, Rob. He's a little reluctant at first, but he turns into a world class cocksucker once you get your dick in his mouth." "Hey, princess, I got another dick for you. I doubt if it will taste as good as mine (he chuckled), but I'm sure you'll enjoy it anyhow. Hold on Rob, let me load the machine with some quarters. It's nice watching some pussy on the screen while our fag friend here sucks you off. He's good, but the video made it a hell of a lot better. Here it look's like this machine takes bills. Slip this five into it. That should give you plenty to watch while the fairy princess here takes care of your magic wand." "It's kinda tight in here, and I think you'd rather be alone with the sword swallower. I'll wander around for awhile and come back after she's been fed." With that the door opened, closed, and was then latched shut. Philip dreaded what was coming next. Looking upwards for the first time since Rob had entered the booth, Philip saw that this guy was around his age, if not a year or two younger, maybe as young as 25. His hair was quite dark, either black or very dark brown; it was impossible to tell in the weird light coming out of the video screen. He must have been around 5' 7" tall, and appeared to have a heavy five o'clock shadow. He had a medium build and was wearing an opened collared pullover shit. Philip's inventory of Rob was suddenly terminated when he suddenly asked, "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Do you get off getting slapped in the face? Take it out. Blow me!" Resigned to his fate and hoping to end the ordeal as swiftly as possible, Philip reached out and grabbed a hold of the tab on Rob's zipper. Just as he was about to start it on its dreaded journey down, his hand was snatched away. "Nah, no way! If you want that dick, you're gonna have to work for it. None of this hand shit. Use your teeth. I wanna see you work for it. Go on ...." Frustrated and overcome by despair, Philip felt his head voluntarily moving forwards towards the zipper that was centered over the crotch that totally encompassed his field of vision. A few seconds later he felt his teeth come into contact with the zipper's tab, and found himself snagging the tab between his teeth. And almost on its own he felt his head pulling downward as he attempted to fulfill the humiliating and vile directive of the voice from above. "Yeah, that's the ticket!" laughed Rob. "Karl was right. All you needed was a little bit of encouragement. Well, keep up the good work. Your reason for living is right inside these pants. You'll be sucking on it in a minute." Philip completed the degrading task 15 seconds later, after having overcome one area of resistance two-thirds of the way down the fly. A firm tug of the teeth had overcome the resistance. His tormentor's fly now gaped open before him. He knew what was coming next. "Very good!" intoned the exaggerated voice of Karl as he proceeded to mockingly rub Philip on top of the head. "You deserve a reward for doing such a nice job, and I'm gonna give it to you. Keep watching!" Once again Philip was forced to watch as two seemingly disembodied hands unbuckled a belt, unbuttoned a pair of jeans, and pulled them down past his knees. The only difference between this act and Karl's earlier performance, was Rob's removal of both his jeans and his shorts at the same time. "See, I thought I'd save you some work! There it is. Take a good look at it, cause the next time you see it will be after it's dumped a load into your stomach. Go ahead, look at it." What else could Philip do. There it was. His fate was staring him in the face. Unlike Karl's dick, this one was uncircumcised. But like Karl's dick it was about to take up residence in his very unwilling mouth. "Okay cocksucker. Enough of the admiration. It's time to chow down" was all that Philip heard as the dreaded, but familiar, sensation of hands on the back of his head returned. "Open up" came next as those firm hands guided his compliantly opened mouth onto the still erect phallus. "Ah, we've docked successfully captain. We'll be unloading into cargo bay four shortly," chortled Rob, thoroughly pleased with his own wit. "Start sucking, cocksucker, and make sure you use a lot of tongue. I wanna feel tongue, and lots of it, especially on the head." And with that last exhortation, Philip felt his face being pulled completely forward until his lips' downward trip was stopped by a collision with the hair enshrouded base of Rob's dick. Obediently responding to the sick directive to use his tongue, and desperately hoping to make this mercifully quick, Philip unleashed a savage tongue assault on every portion of Rob's now stiffening cock. He tried to put the whole scene out of his mind as he sucked and tongue frantically on the second cock that had been stuck in his mouth this horrible night. Standing above the kneeling hunk before him, Rob was astounded by the seeming enthusiasm Philip displayed while giving him head and thought "Shit! That Karl was right. This faggot was reluctant at first, but once I got my dick inside of him, he turned into a wild man! I gotta remember to thank Mike for telling us about this place. I've been blown plenty of times before by women, but no one has ever gobbled my meat with such enthusiasm. Now I know why Mike comes to this place." Judging by the rapidity with which Rob's cock inflated to its full length, Philip realized that his strategy was working. Rob was at full mast and groaning. "Ah yeah, suck that cock man! This is fantastic!! Eat it cocksucker! Ohhh, dammit! Yes, that tongue, that tongue. Lick me baby. Work it on the head. Yes, that's how to do it. Don't stop! More lips, more lips! Grab that shaft with those cocksucking lips! What a grip! I feel like I'm stuck in a fucking vise! You're the best! Eat me!!!" With his head held in a lust-driven death grip by his crazed attacker, Philip knew that it was only a matter of time before he was forced to eat his second load of semen. The thought of swallowing another load of juice from a man was appalling, but he knew he had no choice, and he knew the sooner he did it the sooner his ordeal would end. In a desperate attempt to end the blowjob, Philip found his left hand stroking Rob's testicles while his right hand was inexplicably wandering over Rob's abdomen. The results were instantaneous. "I'm cunning cocksucker! Suck it! Take my load! Eat me raw you miserable asshole! Ah, nuts I can't hold it back! Ahhhhhh" With a sudden heave Rob's turgid cock began firing its cum salvoes into seemingly anxious mouth below him. And for the second time in his life, Philip felt the warm sensation of hot semen as it leaped out of Rob's cock and started to fill his mouth. "I hate this" thought Philip as he began to fulfill the final part of his obligation -- swallowing the thick load of another male, a male who was smaller than him, but a male who had his rod firmly planted inside of Philip's unwilling lips. "Yes baby, eat that gunk! It's dinner time, bitch! Yes, take it all. Suck it dry faggot! There's four days of cum shooting outta my cock. You better not miss a drop!" And swallow he did. Every bit of cum that flew out of Rob's piss slit, either shot directly down his throat or was scooped up by Philip's ceaselessly lapping tongue. Mindlessly following Rob's orders, Philip felt his lips clamping around the base of Rob's cock and repeatedly milking the length of the shaft in order to extract any sperm that failed to make it into Philip's mouth during the initial ejaculations. He also felt his tongue cleaning the entire surface area of this second cock. His focus on completing his assignment was so intense that he failed to hear the knock on the video booth door followed by Karl's whispered voice "Rob, you done yet?" "Yeah, the faggot's just licking up the last drops. What a fucking blowjob! I've never had head like that" whispered Rob as he unsnapped the latch to the booth. "He's unfucking believable!" "Guess who I found in the magazine section? Yeah, its Mike!" were the words that brought Philip back to reality. These dreaded words were immediately followed by a very familiar voice, saying "Hey, Rob! How's it hanging? Karl says you guys found the world's best cocksucker. Mind if I try him out?" "Could this night get any worse?" thought Philip. That voice belonged to his friend Mike. The same Mike who had told him about the video booth blow jobs in the first place. The same Mike who went with him to a football game each year. The same Mike who he had camped out with last year on that wilderness hike. "What a fucking disaster!" Determined to save what little pride he still possessed, Philip swiftly lowered his head and allowed Rob's softening, and totally clean, cock to flop out into the air. "Ahhh that was truly a blow job and a half" beamed Rob. "Hey Mike, get your ass in here and whip out your dick. I'm sure precious here will jump at the chance to go down on it. Ain't that right, sweety?" Determined at all costs to keep his identity secret from his friend, Philip did the unexpected and nodded. "I'll be damn. She's no longer Miss Coy. Step inside my friend. Your dick is in for a real treat!" With his eyes lowered to the floor, Philip watched with sheer despondency as the feet of his friend came into view, and stopped directly under his gaze. As the now all too familiar latch was pulled into place, Philip heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being lowered -- a lowering he could see directly in front of his face. Unlike the others, Mike was too anxious to go through the entire pants and shorts removal ritual. He wanted head and he wanted it now. Philip watched as the hand of his longtime friend reached inside of his black pants and fished out his partially stiff penis. "Go for it, man. You know you want it. It's yours." In marked contrast to Karl and Rob, Mike was almost polite as he moved his dick up against Philip's partially opened lips. "Here it is man." Embarrassed beyond measure, yet determined to preserve his friendship at all costs, Philip parted his lips and allowed Mike's stiffening cock to enter his twice violated orifice. "This is just too weird" thought Philip. "How can I suck off a friend of mine?" "The first two were clearly rapes. I might be able to stop this, but there's no way on earth to explain this situation to Mike. Hell, I've got his dick in my mouth now." As these conflicting thoughts struggled for ascendancy in Philips's now almost lucid brain, he felt the familiar thrust of a rutting male as Mike began sliding his now totally erect cock in and out of Philip's unresisting mouth. Having accepted the fact that he had no other options, Philip elected to embark on the same route he had used with Rob -- an intense oral assault on Mike's cock in order to get him out of his sight as soon as possible. This was truly an abomination, but it was the only way to end it. Make was startled by the intense oral assault that was suddenly unleashed against his cock. The faggot below him had started beating the hell outta Mike's dick with his tongue. He was repeatedly impaling himself on Mike's shaft, using very heavy lip action, and had a hand inside of his shorts working on his nuts. Mike had never experienced such an enthusiastic blowjob at the video store before. This guy obviously loved to suck cock. Abandoning his normally reserved manner during these video booth blowjobs, Mike responded to the faggot's oral onslaught with alacrity, enthusiastically riding the cocksucker's face and repeatedly burying his bone inside of the sucker's throat. "Damn you're unbelievable man. This is great. Man it feels so good. Thanks a lot man, I've never been eaten like this. Please don't stop." Philip continued and even intensified his oral attack on Mike's now steel-like hardon. With dogged determination to see this through to the bitter end, Philip began a series of intense head pistoning, riding up and down the entire length of Mike's stiff meat, with only the corona of his cockhead stopping his upward sucks, and collisions with Mike's pubic bone stopping his downward sucks. He was actually doing deep throat on the cock of one of his best friends. The absurdity of the situation was simply beyond comprehension. As with Rob before, Mike was simply incapable of holding back under the fierce onslaught of Philip's tongue, lips and suction. His dickhead exploded as a large volume of freshly manufactured man syrup flooded the mouth of the seemingly eager homo below him. "I'm cumming, man! Here it is. I'm giving it up. You got it all" is what Philip heard as his buddy's stiff dick began spray painting his tongue and tonsils with semen. "There's only one final thing to do in to end this," thought Philip, as he began to ingest the scum that was pouring out of the slot of friend's rod. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |