Daddy Issues Memoirs, Chapter Five: The Bodybuilder Cum Dump Part Two

The apartment was located in one of the better areas of the city. You know you’ve made it when you can afford a place fancy enough to include a doorman. Although a perk like that comes with a downside. Namely the lack of privacy.

As Gauge had discussed upfront, the men wanted me to pose as a whiz kid that came to solve a computer problem. Which I thought was not a role that suited my appearance very well. And the frown on the doorman’s face made me suspect he thought the same.

Soon as I got into the elevator my nerves started to play up. Just like the day before, I didn’t know anything about the group of men I was about to entertain. What if this time around I wouldn’t get off so unscathed? But then again, the doorman had seen me come into the building. So I guessed he would notice if I never made it back out again.

A spacious corridor with beige carpeting led me to the directed door number and I rang the bell.

For a little while it seemed as if nobody was coming. But before I could ring again, the door swung open, and a broad figure appeared in front of me.

At first glance I was taken aback by his intimidating size. But as I looked into his face, I saw that his brown eyes were gentle, perhaps even shy. He was still young and somewhere in his thirties. His head was shaved, and his features carried traces of black ancestry, though the brown of his skin was moderate.

He gave me a little smile. ‘‘Hey, come in,’’ he said. ‘‘You must be the guy who’s here to… well, you know. I’m Justin by the way.’’ Then he reached out his hand.

His grip was firm and it was pleasant to feel the warmth of his skin, which was contrary to my own after having to defy the midnight’s cold.

‘‘He’s here boys,’’ he shouted over his shoulder, whereafter he gestured me to follow him.

As soon as he turned around, his backside caught my eyes like a magnet. His lats were way too wide for his shirt, and I swear that I could even see some stretch in the fabric. On top of his relatively small waist, they were piling out like big lumps of flesh, and I felt my hands itching with desire. If he wasn’t moving, I might’ve climbed him then and there. Judging by the look of it, my full weight wouldn’t even have made him twitch. His traps were shaped like a mountain and led up to a neck that was solid enough to snap a leather belt.

The hallway led us around a left corner, where he stepped aside to let me pass into a spacious room. I could already see two other men sitting on a long sofa that stood in front of a home cinema set.

As soon as one of them caught me entering the living, he tapped his friend. They both came my way and looked me up in an appraising manner. As the men approached me, I began to feel nervous again. Equally to Justin, they were both built like a brick house – while they were chubbier around the waist – and before I knew it, I got placed in the middle of the trio.

‘‘So, you’re the one who’s gonna see to it that we won’t be in need of anything tonight?’’ remarked the tallest. He carried a roguish twinkle in his eyes, of which the blue got emphasized by his partially dark hair. His temples had fully turned grey. The bristly moustache that covered his upper lip gave him the look of a 70’s porn star, which suited his randy manner. He was definitely in his forties.

And so was the other more stern looking one. Though his black roots hadn’t lost an inch of colour yet. Or maybe you just couldn’t tell because of his buzz cut, which was trimmed just as shortly on the sides as the younger Justin was overall.

Without any words he stroked my left arm, after which he made an approving nod. Yet his touch felt less domineering than the predatory expression of his friend.

Now Justin stepped very close behind me and lay his hands on my hips. That’s when the moustache went for it and shoved his tongue into my mouth. It completely caught me off guard, but I just went with it and kissed him back. His lips were greedy but his tongue, firm and wet, moved with subtle strokes. It felt surprisingly good.

Next up was the other one, who’s kisses were contradictory wild.

At the same time, Justin’s lips were caressing my neck and together, the men enclosed me. Their big hands grabbing me and feeling me up under my shirt. I gave in to them without any hesitation and decided that it would be easiest to just let them have their way, without thinking too much about whether this was really what I wanted. The moment for reservations had passed.

‘‘Already ganging up on him, huh?’’

Someone had spoken from the top of the stairs.

Down came a tall man who was even broader than the other three. His dark blonde hair was exceptionally long and bound in a ponytail. A style which could’ve made the wrong guy look like a sissy. In his case however, the long manes provided him with a warrior like manliness.

‘‘You picked a good one, Raymond,’’ said the moustache.

‘‘Always the greedy one, aren’t you Marcel? Why don’t you and Vladimir give our guest a little room to breathe?’’

He didn’t have to ask twice, as the men followed his command. It was quite obvious who the alpha was around here.

He stepped in front of me and stroked his large hand through my hair. ‘‘He’s gonna need his energy for the night, don’t you?’’ he said with a heartfelt smile.

Big and impressive as he was, he carried an energy that somehow immediately made me feel at ease. Like a giant lion whose fur was so fuzzy that it made you forget it had teeth.

‘‘Come, let’s get you into something more suitable for the occasion.’’ He opened a door next to the stairs and looked back at me. ‘‘This way.’’

I followed him into a spare bedroom. Or so I presumed. On the sheets I spotted what was supposed to be my outfit for the evening. Which was nothing more than a jockstrap to go under a white collar and a pair of cuffs. And to top it all off, a black bowtie for that ultimate stripper look.

He closed the door. ‘‘Go ahead, try it on.’’

Without further questioning I changed into the ridiculous costume. While guessing by the lecherous look in his eyes, it didn’t seem so ridiculous to him. He was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, making the muscles bulge. Then he scratched his beard while pulling up the corner of his mouth in a sly manner.

‘‘The instructions are as followed,’’ he said. ‘‘I’m a dedicated man who, on top of running a successful business, puts his body through a trial of pain and suffering six times a week. In order to manage all that, I live according to structure. Eat, sleep, repeat – you get the drill. Oh boy, and do I eat a lot. But none of it is for pleasure. Except on an off day like this one, then we feast.

‘‘Within a few minutes, a friend of mine will arrive with a stash of food. Since everything is already prepared, the only thing you must do is put the stuff on plates and serve it to us. Also, I have a fridge full of beers and I expect you to make sure our hand contains a full bottle all night. When you see any empty plates, clean them up. Which all the more easy for you, can be done by placing them in the dishwasher. All clear so far?’’

‘‘Yes,’’ I said.

He kept watching me attentively, which made me unsure if he was satisfied by my short reply. So I rephrased myself. ‘‘Yes sir, I mean.’’

Raymond laughed. ‘‘No need for that kinda crap. You’re not in a dungeon and I’m not your master. Just make sure you keep me and my boys happy – let us blow off some steam. By which of course I mean, suck our dicks while we enjoy the game.’’

That part of the job de***********ion sounded a lot more interesting to me than carrying around plates.

‘‘During halftime is when the real fun begins. Soon as that Perry bitch starts roaring like a tiger, I want you to take it like a pussy. There are no little guys here, and we don’t have time for foreplay, so I’m expecting you to be ready to receive quite a few inches as if they were pinpricks. So if you need to loosen up, you must do it now.’’

Being the expert that he was, Gauge had warned me to wear a butt plug for preparation. Since I didn’t have any in my possession, he even lend me one of his own. Made from silver steel with a blue crystal stamp.

‘‘I’ve been stretching all night,’’ I said, ‘’so that won’t be a problem.’’

‘‘Quite sure of yourself huh? Why not put it to the test, shall we?’’

He took off his shirt and revealed a magnificent torso. Once I only could’ve dreamed of a body like this, where now it was the second night in a row that a man of this stature presented himself to me. He was about the same size as the stranger who had picked me up the night before – and whom I held in memory as ‘‘The Blond Stallion’’ – both in height and extent. Though Raymond was bulkier and a bit less defined. Which was actually more to my liking.

‘‘Wow!’’

The word was out before I could stop myself.

He smiled. ‘‘I may be past my high days but for a man who turned fifty this year, I’m not doing too bad.’’

Past his high days? I wasn’t sure if he was being serious. The man had more muscle on him than an average horse.

He stepped up to me and grabbed me by my waist. Standing so close to me I could feel his warm manly breath gasp in my face. Which he then took in his hands, stroking my cheeks with his big, calloused thumbs. I gazed into his grey eyes and for a moment, felt a little flickering in my heart. Almost forgetting what this was really about.

He bowed his head towards his pants and looked up again while keeping his chin down. The twinkle in his expression gestured me to pay attention to the rising bulge that was pressing against the cotton. Which I then took into the palm of my hand.

The package was unmistakably firm and twitching under my strokes. He grabbed on to me as well and now my own boner began to extend. I pushed up against him and next thing I know, our bodies were heavily rubbing against each other. With impatient fingers that trembled of excitement, I grasped for his belt. Whereafter his pants finally came off.

He was very thick. The kind of thick that made a grown man’s jaws ache. With a heavy pink head that just screamed for my lips.

But before I got a chance, he grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them with his thick fingers. ‘‘Why don’t you turn around and give me a preview of those cheeks?’’ he said.

As tempting as it looked to put that pink jawbreaker into my mouth, receiving it up my hole without much preparation, was a little frightening. Sure, I’d been carrying a butt plug inside me for the past couple hours, but the toy was hardly a match for the circumference of this rod.

Raymond was not about to wait for an answer. He forced my hips to turn around and bent me over the bed.

‘‘Look at that, he likes sparkly things,’’ he remarked as he discovered the crystal stamped plug. ‘‘I can assure you that by the end of the night, your pucker is gonna shine like a glistening stream. Me and my boys have been straining almost all of our muscles, but we’ve been neglecting an important one. We’re running on a peak of testosterone, and our balls have started to turn blue. But that’s where you come in. You and this perky little hole.’’

He took hold of the pestle and jerked it out of me, making me gasp.

‘‘In fact,’’ he continued, ‘‘we’ll fill you up with so much sperm, that by tomorrow, you’ll still be shitting white.’’

He put his fingers inside me and twirled them around my inner walls. When he took them out, he brought them right under my nose, and I could smell my own wetness. ‘‘Go on, taste yourself,’’ he said.

I took his calloused digits into my mouth and sucked off the moisture that was my own sweat.

‘‘That’s right, all that talk about cum has made you water, hasn’t it? Like a bitch in heat, craving for a breeding.’’

I knew what was coming the moment I felt his hands grabbing on to my shoulders.

When his rod entered me, it was like I was being impaled by a trunk. I couldn’t help but scream and I clenched the sheets as if in search for something to hold on to. A lifeline to keep my head above the waters. But it was no use. I had already drowned under the weight of Raymond and his big dick. He wrapped his arms around my body as his shaft slid further inside.