HELP! Is Anyone There? Is Anyone Listening?

I thought everything was going to be okay. Since you last heard from me, the creepy clown-man who kidnapped and raped me began to loosen the reigns. He stopped wearing the mask. He untied me when we weren’t making love. He’d feed me meals, and he’d feed me his cum every night before I went to bed. I’d even get to wash up every day and use some of his workout equipment! It wasn’t a bad arrangement—he provided for me and transformed me into an even bigger cock slut than when I worked as an intern for Dewitt.

I was actually starting to… Well, like him? That seems like a strange thing to say about a man who uprooted my life and destroyed my professional future, but aside from what happened when our clothes came off, he was treating me with so much kindness and warmth. It was like the turning point in Beauty and The Beast, where Belle starts falling in love with her captor. Except, in this storybook romance, there’s a ton of fucking and Belle’s hole can’t get enough.

I felt like a new man around him. Unlike Dewitt, he didn’t just use me like a worthless cum receptacle. He wanted to know what I was studying in school, my favorite color and, most importantly, my deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. I told him I’ve always wanted to be gang-banged like Hunter Page in his scene for Jizz Orgy, and he told me he knew a few guys who might be interested. Little did I know, he’d have them right in front of me before the end of the night…

The first guy came in, and I was impressed! He was wearing a red cap and a pair of grey sweatpants. He was toned and in-shape, but not in a way that made me feel super intimidated. I could see the outline of his dick through the fabric, and it looked like he had enough to get the job done… I’m no size queen or anything, but as the song says, I don’t want no short-dicked man!

The next guy came in, and I was even more impressed! He was a little leaner than the first guy, with a tight muscular body, six pack abs and a tattoo that ran across his shoulder to right below his chest. He had a septum piercing and two pierced nipples. As if that weren’t enough to make my hole twitch, he was practically naked in nothing but a cap and a pair of white sneakers. There was a thick piece of meat swinging between his legs, and I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.

My master, as I’ve taken to calling him, put an arm on each guys’ shoulder as a mischievous grin covered his face. He laughed for a second and then said to me, “You didn’t think I was gonna let you skip right to the gang-bang, did you? You gotta earn it, boy! Treat my friends here right, or I’m leaving you here to rot like the worthless, cum-guzzling maggot you are.”

I almost cried. I thought he cared about me! Sure, our relationship was unconventional, but it was fulfilling in every way I could have ever possibly imagined… And yet here he was, passing me on like a cheap whore to two total strangers. He threw me a white cap, a red sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, told me to change into them and then walked out the door. I didn’t understand why I had to put clothes on just to get them torn off me again, but I listened to him anyways. Like I always do.

I stepped out in my new attire and froze dead in my tracks. To my great horror, my worst nightmare had come true—the clown mask was back and creepier than ever. I looked over to the right and, next to the clown, there was a man wearing the dumbest pumpkin mask I had ever seen. Not that I’ve seen a lot of pumpkin masks. I mean, it was just dumb.

What sort of mind game was being played here? Was my master trying to remind me of the first day we met? If so, what the hell did the pumpkin have to do with anything?

There wasn’t any time to ponder these questions. Before I knew it, the pumpkin was holding my mouth open as the creepy clown-man slammed his big dick down my throat. I wanted to close my eyes and make it all go away, but I couldn’t resist staring at that terrible clown mask and being reminded of everything it meant to me. I was emotionally torn in so many different directions. I was frightened for my future, angry at my master and a little turned on by the taste of this guy’s pre-cum sliding over my tongue.

Things got a little better when the pumpkin guy took off his mask and started feeding me his cock too. I was in hog heaven slurping on both of those fleshy rods, almost forgetting that the other guy was still wearing that awful clown mask. I felt whole, really. I felt like I was born to bring other men pleasure, no matter what it took to get the job done.

The guys could sense that I was getting worked up, so they slid off my pants to let my hole breathe. Then they put me on all fours. The guy in the red cap turned his hat around and started brushing his tongue along my freshly-shaved hole. I wanted to tell him how good it felt, but my mouth was full at the moment… Thankfully, the creepy clown-man took off his mask! I was actually starting to like this.

You’ve never truly lived until you’ve serviced two men like this. All the years of being bullied and called a “faggot” on the street faded away in my mind. Being gay was a beautiful thing, I realized. The funny thing is that I had never really thought about it… How I always wished I had been born straight like a normal person. This was my new normal, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

The guys flipped me over onto my back, so the red cap dude could suck on my dick. I lifted my legs up, hoping he’d show some attention to my sex-starved boy pussy. I wanted to be pounded, drilled so hard, deep and rough that I feel like my brain’s flying out of my skull.

YES. This is what I wanted. They put me on all fours and shoved both of their fingers into me. It hurt a bit, but it also felt amazing to get my hole stretched out like this. I felt so vulnerable lying face down, ass up on this mattress in nothing but a pair of white sneakers. And I got off on that vulnerability. At that very moment, they could have done anything to me…

But they just kept fingering me. I was pushing back on their fingers, and I could tell they appreciated my enthusiasm. God, I wanted their dicks in me so bad. I didn’t want to say it loud and sound desperate. I wanted them to want me as much as I wanted them.

The guy in the red cap finally laid down on his back and told me to sit on his dick. I was ecstatic, feeling like I had just taken a hit of poppers as I dropped my ass down onto his pole. Once it was inside, his friend spread my cheeks and told me how much he loved the view. An intensely pleasurable spasm rushed through my body. There was nothing better than this. Nothing.

They took turns fucking me and covered me in their cum. I closed my eyes for a moment and asked God if what I experienced was truly real… When I opened my eyes, both guys were putting their clothes on and rushing toward the door. What the fuck? They’re not going to stay and chat? Or cuddle? I would have loved for either of those things to happen, but it suddenly clicked in that there were more important things to think about.

“Did I do good enough for my master to come back to me?” I whimpered.

They just kept walking, turning the knob and letting the door swing behind them.

I gasped. I panicked. Finally, shouting once more, “Did I do good enough for my master to come back to me?”

There was no reply.

– Name Redacted, The Intern

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