Bunny’s Bachelor Party Gangbang Pt. 02

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My standard warning – over-the-top, far-fetched, excessive smut. Contains lots of humiliation, non-consent and blackmail elements. Read at your peril and enjoy!

Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement from readers who enjoy my stories, and special thanks to Literotica legend donaldelliott11 who very kindly proofread and helped edit this.

After being butt-fucked by Ed, Steve was given a brief respite. It was only 8:00 pm. The guys got drinks, rolled joints, or packed their vapes, and then jumped in the split level pool and hot tub. The nine men mostly roamed between the kitchen and the back porch area.

Doug, Kevin and Amir attacked the leftover barbecue with their hands and Ron made mixed drinks, thrusting a tall one in Steve’s hand. Almost all of them had cum once, some twice, either most down Steve’s throat or on his face, neck and chest, but Ed and Bob up his backside as well. They were all still feeling horny and loose, so no one put on a stitch of clothes. It felt good to be naked, with each other, cocks and balls out like when they were younger. Pissing freely into the weeds over the side of the deck. The sun set and the night was warm, and whenever the music dropped between the songs played on their bluetooth speakers, the lake was loud with crickets and cicadas.

The bachelor collected himself in the quiet bathroom, but once he reemerged Bob grabbed him by the neck and addressed the group.

“Everyone, keep an eye on the man of honor. Don’t let him go off by himself.” He clasped Steve’s neck as he spoke, making clear that he was still being detained. So someone was always “on” Steve, keeping him close, holding on to him. An arm on the shoulder, a hand around his naked waist, or just backing him into a corner, boxing him into the wall with their big hips and ass, sitting close next to him to remind him that he was in their custody, that he was theirs. As Steve moved meekly between the groupings of the bigger naked men he felt like a captive warrior from a rival tribe, completely defeated and held prisoner by a triumphant war party in celebration.

While some of the guys had a cannonball contest, husky, redheaded Doug called Steve over to him and had him sit beside him in a lounge chair. He collared his heavy arm around Steve’s neck and made him share his beer, bringing the bottle to the bachelor’s lips. He kept him close, reminiscing how Ed’s older brother had procured for them their very first beers, teasing Steve for being a lightweight. As he spoke, he played with his smaller friend’s body, rubbing his back, squeezing his sides. Eventually he openly fondled the man’s chest like a woman’s breasts. Those bountiful, well-built pecs kind of felt like a pair of tits, Doug realized.

Kevin had said earlier how he had always had a desire to screw the little guy in the rear despite not being consciously aware of it. That was not the case for Doug, he thought- he knew for a fact that until tonight he had experienced zero sexual interest in Steve or any man. Still, he felt drawn to molest him, to assert himself.

It was the free license, he realized. Something about getting to act on uninhibited sexual entitlement got him off. He stuck his finger in Steve’s mouth, prompting the weaker man to suck. His wife would have swatted his hand away, but Steve just obligingly fellated his digits. Besides, like all of the guys, Doug recognized that Steve was attractive- gorgeous even, a classically handsome blonde with a taut, mostly hairless body like a fitness model. There was something incredibly inviting about the smaller man’s body, his bare skin. It was just instinct to want to violate the pretty boy. It wasn’t just his good looks though – it was his demeanor. The agreeability, the weakness. The reason he was Bunny in the first place. Doug wanted to put it in him. To slip him the salami like Bunny was his prison bitch.

It was this self-discovery, as well as the MDMA, that prompted the man to remove his fingers from Steve’s mouth, bring his hand between his legs and shove them into the bachelor’s backside, hooking them between his butt cheeks and right into his hole.

Steve winced at the intrusion but made no attempt to retreat. Instead he sat there and began to breathe out purposefully, and actually tried to make the invasion easier by spreading his legs open wider on the porch chair. The weaker man knew there was no escape to be had – the embarrassing truth was that despite his superior physique, each of these men individually was stronger than him.

It had played out in countless play fights and impromptu wrestling matches throughout their youth, where Steve had always ended up easily pinned, face down, defeated and helpless. The guys had only packed on pounds as they aged. Any one of these men alone could have easily restrained him – all of them together, he was completely hopeless.

Doug kept diddling at his hole, adding more fingers, as his other arm massaged Steve’s breasts, feeling him up lewdly.

Bob came over and handed Doug güvenilir bahis some lube. After applying it, he grabbed the bachelor by his hips and placed him on his lap. Gravity did most of the work, and he yelped like a kicked dog as he fell upon the hard-on. He collected himself, pushing back, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. Soon enough he began to enjoy the rigid prong lancing his guts. Before Steve knew it, he was riding Doug reverse cowgirl on the lounge chair.

“Give your ass to me Bunny,” He grunted, then laid back and let his butt-fucked friend do most of the work, energetically squatting and bouncing over his cock.

“Look at Bunny bounce!” Kevin hollered. All of the men were watching him getting rogered for the third time that night.

“She’s a fucking natural,” Doug praised, slapping his haunches, lifting his hips a bit before sitting back in the chair as Steve rode him.

“Doug you lazy fuck. It’s Bunny’s bachelor party, give him a real fuck, put your fat ass into it,” Bob yelled.

“Alright Bobby, I’ll give her the kind of fuck I was giving your wife before she walked out on your ass!” Doug countered, then sat up and positioned himself to more forcefully pound Steve’s rear.

Doug began to get into it, pumping his hips up. He put all of his 230 lbs. into porking his friend, who stopped his cowgirl ride and instead held onto the sides of the lounge chair for dear life. Doug’s dick was shorter than either Bob or Ed’s, but the force of gravity meant Steve was completely impaled on all 6 ½ inches of the thick boner.

As Doug pounded away, Steve’s whole body trembled, his belly and tiny hard penis jiggling. Amir was again entranced by its small size, squatting beside the chair and taking it in his hands momentarily. Craig and Kevin followed with their phones’ cameras.

“See his hard little penis? It really looks like a woman’s engorged clitoris, doesn’t it?”

Soon all of the men were gathered around the lawn chair, focused on the spinning 4 inches of boner that windmilled and whirled around between his legs. They murmured in agreement, many of them pawing at their own cocks as they soaked up Steve’s debasement.

“Of course it’s a clit! I’m no homo, I only fuck chicks,” Doug hollered from below Steve, laughing and reaching around his lover’s waist to tussle and shake his little erection. Amir placed one big hand on Steve’s heaving belly and raised his glass above his head with the other.

“Then it’s official. From now on, Bunny just has a clit, not a cock, dick or even a penis. He just has a clit.”

The men toasted to Amir’s pronouncement as Doug rearranged Steve’s insides. The big man leaned back in the chair, holding on to his bottom’s chest to bring him back with him. Doug pushed his knees between the bachelor’s legs to keep them spread wide, and held his body close to his as he rocked in and out. The redhead kept at his fast pace, drilling Steve’s rear while rubbing his hands from his neck down to his thighs, making the sodomized man moan with delight as he was violated.

All the men watched while Doug brought it home, humping upwards as he shouted in ecstasy. Kevin got closest, hard-on in hand, crouching down to stare between both men’s legs, and watch Doug’s big hairy balls pulse as they visibly deposited their seed into Steve’s stretched hole. Bob slapped the bachelor’s hand away when he tried to jerk himself off.

“Trust me, you don’t want to come yet, Bunny,” he warned as Doug got out from under him, leaving him panting and defeated on the lawn chair.

As soon as the heavy man was standing, Kevin crawled on to the chair with Steve, throwing his muscular legs over his shoulders. He brought his hips to the bachelor’s spread open thighs, lining his crimson cock head against Steve’s cum-lubricated hole, and plunged it in. The smaller man gasped but was pinned beneath Kevin’s sizable bulk, his ball gut pressing him down into the lawn chair. He wasn’t going anywhere, and Doug’s departure had left him desperate to be filled once again. Despite himself, Steve placed his hands on Kevin’s sizable ass cheeks.

Several of the men chuckled at this, at the way their friend was imitating a woman, inviting a man’s cock into him. Bob took a picture of the new coupling, then leaned down to whisper in Steve’s ear. “See what I mean? We’re nowhere near done,” The bachelor was taunted by his best man.

“So just forget about your little clit and focus on how good Kevvy’s making your pussy feel with his dick.” Bob ruffled Steve’s hair then backed up to record the mounting.

Somehow this was the most degrading fuck yet. Face to face, staring into the eyes of the man violating him, the man whose penis was embedded deeply in his guts. Kevin’s fat stomach and chest sealing against his own abdomen with every push. He watched the blonde brute’s red face as he fucked him, his doglike panting and felt his warm, alcohol-rich breathe on his chest. He had climbed out of the pool to sodomize him, but soon the chlorinated türkçe bahis water soaking his body was replaced by his sweat as he exerted himself with each thrust. Kevin kept Steve’s gaze, looking at him with a slight smirk as he roughly plundered the smaller man’s body for his pleasure.

When Steve tried to let go of his lover’s wide rump, Kevin grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on his big butt cheeks again.

“That’s it. Hold onto my fat ass. You’re my woman. Keep me in you,” The gloating man panted as he humped. Several of the spectators chuckled. Steve closed his eyes but suddenly he felt Kevin’s hand roughly shake his face.

“No. Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at me while I fuck you.” Steve brought himself to meet his fuming conqueror’s gaze. Kevin had always been a class clown and a goof, but with a mean streak beneath the humor. Now he was letting it all out on his handsome friend, banging him like a whore and making him look him in the eyes while butt-fucking him.

Luckily for Steve, the power trip of the demeaning ass reaming brought Kevin to the quickest orgasm of the night. The portly man roared with abandon, emptying his big nuts into Steve’s guts, then collapsed atop him.

As the night went on each of the guys got to try out different things on Steve. Each felt emboldened by Bob’s merciless humiliation of the man of honor. Ever their leader, “Big Bob” egged them on as he always had, goading them into more brazen mistreatment and cruelty, and Steve’s own absolute submission and his perpetually hard little dick emboldened them further.

Craig enjoyed spitting right in Steve’s face, then taking his picture. He followed with hocking loogies, large, unctuous oysters that oozed down his forehead and over his eyes, and even clamped a finger down on one side of his nose to rocket the contents of the other nostril onto the poor man’s forced open mouth, as the group howled with shocked laughter at the foulness.

Later he dragged Steve from the porch and onto the grass by his neck, threw him onto the ground and pissed all over him too, to the crowd’s delight. The bachelor was ordered to jump into the pool before coming back inside the house but though it was the first, it was not the last golden shower the night held for him.

In the living room, after smoking him up with another overstuffed joint, Kevin took advantage of the situation to slap Mr. Perfect right across his handsome face. Again and again, open hand then back hand, laughing wildly at his own cruelty and the stooge just sitting on the floor, between his legs, taking it.

Amir surprised everyone by how nasty he got with Steve. The first thing he did was shove the kid’s handsome face right into his hairy, sweating armpit. He was forced to tongue bath both his underarms. Then he had him lick and worship his big hairy feet. The bachelor was made to lovingly suck each furry toe as his friends watched on, jeering.

Back in the kitchen, Ron forced Steve to do another butt crack beer luge between his enormous, hairy cheeks. This time though, once the beer was done, no one came to the rescue when he grabbed Steve’s head and forced him to make out with his ass.

“Come on, have a taste boy!” The enormous man bellowed. The others roared with applause as Steve was forced to eat the big man’s ass. The sight of it was shocking- his huge, bristled butt cheeks smothering the bachelor’s face. The massive cop moaned and chuckled with delight as he happily hopped on his smaller friend’s head. Steve kept his eyes closed and obeyed the orders to fellate the man’s furred hole and perineum. Ron ground his ass on his friend’s until Steve’s tongue began to ache, then spun him around and trapped him against the kitchen cabinets for a quick but merciless throat-fucking.

Tim sat on one of the lounge chairs and grabbed the bachelor by the hips. “Jill doesn’t let me spank Max, says all the studies show it’s bad. So I’m gonna put your little ass over my lap instead. You’ll be my whipping boy.” He then pulled him down. To the group’s delight, Steve was soon helpless over Tim’s hairy lap. His big hand clapped down loudly on the upturned rump.

A former baseball player, Tim took a few light practice swings before finding a steady rhythm of painful slaps to Steve’s pert bottom. He closed his eyes and accepted it, wincing with pain at each blow. After everything he had been through tonight, he somehow still felt overwhelming humiliation to be spanked on his bare bottom like a little boy in front of his friends. In turn, despite all the debauchery they had witnessed , the group still found the spectacle of a grown man being spanked hilarious, and cheered Tim on with each whack.

“Call me Daddy, boy,” Tim ordered

“Yes Daddy!” Steve yelped.

“Tell Daddy you’re sorry for being such an incorrigible little shit!” Now Tim was really swinging for the fences.

“I’m sorry Daddy! I’m sorry Daddy,” Steve howled, tears blinding his vision. He heard several phones capture photos of his güvenilir bahis siteleri pathetic, helpless state.

Most of the guys continued to fill their phone libraries with Steve’s debasement. In addition to pornographic solo portraits, many opted to take selfies that hid their own faces but captured the bachelors, whether he was on his knees with their hog or balls in his mouth, getting rammed, or just comparing his miniature “clit” to their man-sized cocks.

And so it went on for the next couple of hours. The men played drinking games that uniquely punished or tormented Steve. It was as if they were an 8 person fraternity, all hazing a single hapless pledge. They made sure to keep the bachelor sufficiently lubricated and stoned as they put him through his own personal Hell Night.

It was when Amir was butt-fucking Steve, both men on all fours on the living room floor, that Bob again coerced the bachelor into making another shameful, filmed confession. The pudgy internist squeezed his quarry’s sweat-soaked hips, his big belly rocking back and forth with each push into Steve’s backside.

“Do you like this more than pussy?” Bob barked at him, kicking him in the ribs when he was slow to respond. Amir threaded his fingers through Steve’s blonde hair and yanked his neck back, forcing him to look Bob in the eye.

“Yes,” He grunted out miserably, his head bucking with each powerful thrust from behind. Bob leaned down and lightly slapped Steve’s cheek.

“You call me Big Bob!” He roared, shaking his big semi-hard hog in the butt-fucked bachelor’s face.

“Yes Big Bob,” Steve croaked out.

“Do you like getting butt-fucked up the ass more than you like Krissy’s sweet little pussy?” Bob’s voice had a mocking lilt.

“Yes Big Bob. I like getting fucked up the butt more than I like getting pussy,” He admitted. Bob laughed then quickly continued his interrogation.

“If you had to choose, what would it be?” Steve failed to answer, instead giving a guttural moan as Amir skewered him with his fat cock.

“What would it be, Bunny?” Bob pressed.

“Tell us, Bunny,” Amir insisted, then started to retract his cock from Steve’s rear, backing up his rhino wide hips.

“I’d choose cock over pussy. Please, please I’d choose your cock over her pussy, please don’t stop!” He confessed, desperate to halt the hard-on’s departure. All of the men chuckled derisively and Steve’s head dropped.

Bob whispered in Steve’s ear, doling out instructions, and slapped Amir’s big hairy rump encouragingly, like he was hitting a racehorse. The stocky doctor picked up his pace, his round brown belly jiggling each time his hips thrust into the bachelor’s rear end.

“I’d choose all your cocks! I love your cocks up my ass more than I love my fiancée’s pussy! I’d rather get butt-fucked by my friends than sleep with my fiancée Kristen Julia Oswald!” Amir rewarded his buddy’s disgraceful disclosure by speeding up, giving the smaller man deep, jack-hammer strokes that rocked his body beneath him.

“What else, Bunny?” Bob ordered, keeping his phone steady on Steve’s shame-red face and whole beleaguered body, with an anonymous, hirsute man clearly rutting with him from behind.

“I’d rather get fucked up the ass by my future father-in-law Marshal Spencer Oswald than fuck my bride! I want him to butt fuck me on my wedding night, instead of me fucking my wife! I want my father-in-law’s big cock!” Steve forced out the shameful words breathlessly. Kevin and Doug guffawed at this new obscenity, as the others looked on, smirking, pulling at their cocks.

“Can’t wait to show Marshal this. Old farts either gonna have a heart attack, or you’ll end up being his butt boy too,” Bob said to himself, smirking evilly from behind his phone.

Steve gave his best man a pleading look, trying to study his face to see if he was serious or not. Soon, though, Amir’s manful thrusts behind him became too much and he found himself rocked by another one of the earth-shattering full body orgasms he had discovered a man’s cock up his was capable of providing. All thoughts of the future or consequences fled and he could only think of having his “pussy” used by these bigger, stronger men. After Amir pulled out with little ceremony, he welcomed the next man to mount up behind him and force his way in. He didn’t even turn around to see who it was.

The men continued to run a train on him for the next hour. Ultimately, almost every guy ended up taking a turn on their buddy’s little ass. Only Tim declined to penetrate Steve’s ass and add his seed to the stew, and even that hold-out made sure to help make a spit roast and spew a load on his body while he was getting gangbanged.

When all was said and done, Ed and Bob helped Steve upstairs, who struggled partly from the alcohol and drugs, and partly from having his cherry popped followed by countless victory laps up his backdoor. They led him to the master bedroom, putting him to bed.

Steve collapsed to sleep almost immediately. After taking a leak, Bob returned and joined him in the king-size bed. Though Steve was barely conscious, he found himself yielding to the big hairy man’s embrace, turning on to his side and presenting his rear end to Bob’s crotch.

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