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Hi again. Carl here. This is where I come back into this story and abruptly shift everything over to first-person narrative…
“Coming right up,” I replied, as I was sauntering over towards Cindy, to stand at the end of the metal table, between Rico’s spread legs.
Cindy handed me an empty plastic champagne glass. Then she picked up a champagne bottle off the floor beside her, popped the cork out of the bottle, and then began pouring half-full plastic glasses of champagne. She gave the first glass to Sally, and then gave the second glass to her Uncle Jerry, who was still positioned where Rico couldn’t actually see him. Then she gave me the third glass of champagne, which I immediately sat down on the metal table, between Rico’s spread ankles, as I continued holding the empty glass that Cindy had already given to me. And of course, the fourth glass of champagne she poured for herself, and then lifting it upward into air, she said, “Okay, everybody. It’s almost time to toast. Just as soon as Rico gets his champagne.”
I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and began urinating into the plastic champagne glass, making sure that Rico could see everything that I was doing, until I had managed to fill the plastic cup almost to the rim. Then I moved around the metal table, to where Rico’s head was, and I lifted the cup up over Rico’s head, towards his mouth, and said to him, “Okay, Rico. It’s time for you to toast with us. Are you ready?”
Rico began freaking out like crazy, and struggling against his bound wrists and ankles, jerking his head from side-to-side, as he said, “You don’t expect me to drink your piss, do you?”
“Yes, Rico. I do, as a matter of fact,” I sternly replied. “I expect you to drink every last drop of it.”
“Well, fuck you, you son of a bitch!” Rico screamed out at me, in pure defiance.
“No, Rico. You’ve got it all wrong,” I corrected him. “You’re the one who’s about to get fucked here. Actually, ‘raped’ is a much more appropriate term for it. Now open up your fucking mouth, and drink my ‘special champagne’, as Cindy likes to call it.”
“No way, man! You can’t make me do that,” Rico insisted.
“I may not be able to. But Cindy definitely can,” I calmly replied.
“Either you drink that wonderful glass of urine that Carl personally ‘poured’ for you, or I’m gonna cut your dick off with your own switchblade while you watch,” Cindy warned, as she flashed Rico’s switchblade in front of his face, and pushed the little button to release the spring-loaded blade, so that it could fly out of the handle, and then lock into position.
“You wouldn’t actually do that. Would you?” Rico asked, with a very worried look on his face.
“Just try me, Mother Fucker! I’ve been wantin’ to bobbitize you, ever since that night you raped me in the bathroom. Now open up your fucking mouth, and drink the God damn urine already!”
Rico didn’t know what the word “bobbitize” meant. And so he simply assumed that Cindy has just pronounced the word “baptize” in a very strange way. But he was very familiar with the word “urine”. And consequently, he was still refusing to open his mouth, keeping his lips pressed tightly together.
And so Cindy teasingly ran the tip of the knife blade down the middle of Rico’s six-pack abs and lower abdomen, through his thick patch of dark-brown pubic hair, and then stopped just short of his penis.
“Okay, okay. I’ll cooperate,” Rico finally said, as he opened his mouth, and closed his eyes at the same time.
“Down the hatch,” I said sarcastically, as I slowly-but-steadily poured my still-warm urine from the champagne glass directly into Rico’s wide-open mouth.
Rico start gagging on the horrible-tasting urine. And I stopped pouring for just a moment to warn him, “I’d drink every bit of it, if I were you. Cindy’s not in a very good mood right now. And you really don’t want to piss her off with that knife right up against your dick, do you?”
Rico forced himself to swallow, gulp-after-gulp, until I was letting the last few drops of urine drip down onto Rico’s tongue.
“That’s a good boy,” I praised Rico as if he were a pet dog, and then raised my own glass of real champagne up into the air to make the toast, “Here’s to Rico! May he suffer greatly, but not die!”
And the other three participants in this bizarre “game” quickly lifted their own champagne glasses up high, chanting in unison, “Here, here!”
Then we all took small sips of our champagne, before putting our respective plastic glasses back down, being careful to move them out of the way, so that they wouldn’t interfere with the evening’s “planned festivities”.
“Jerry,” I said, “Would you come over here, and kick things off for us?”
“Why I’d be honored,” Jerry said, as he walked over to the side of the metal table, standing right next to Sally, and then motioned for Cindy to remove her knife from Rico’s crotch, so that he could reach over and begin fondling Rico’s limp dick, and his balls.
“Hang on. I’ve got to get a video of this,” Sally told Jerry, as she went and retrieved her cell phone from her purse, then came back to the side of the metal table and began creating a digital video recording of everything that Jerry was doing to Rico.
I’m sure that Rico was totally disgusted by the very idea of having sex with another man. It was obvious from his whole demeanor that he viewed himself as being purely heterosexual.
But unfortunately for Rico, Jerry had been around the block a few times, and knew exactly how to handle another man’s dick and balls, as if they were his own.
“Oh shit! God damn it!” Rico said to himself under his breath, in reaction to the fact that his own penis was betraying him, as it was automatically starting to become erect, thanks to Jerry’s adept manipulation of it. And of course, Rico realized that all of this was being captured live on Sally’s cell phone.
“We’ll get that ‘little son of a bitch’ hard yet,” Jerry remarked, as he swooped down onto Rico’s penis, to wrap his mouth around the head of it, and then suck on it.
“Fuck! This just isn’t right!” Rico complained loudly.
“Neither was raping me in the bathroom that night, you piece of shit!” Cindy jumped in, screaming at the top of her lungs, right into Rico’s face, spraying him with her saliva in the process.
And then Cindy stopped to take a deep breath, before she calmed herself back down and told Rico in a low-key, measured voice, talking just like a prosecutor who was giving her closing arguments at a trial, “But you still went ahead and did it anyway. Didn’t you?”
Cindy waited a couple of seconds for an answer from Rico, but none came. He just glared at her. So Cindy finally prodded him, still playing the prosecutor, “Well, didn’t you?”
“Yes. But this is different. I’m not a fucking queer,” Rico explained to Cindy.
“Well, it sure looks to me like you are,” Cindy said to Rico, gesturing down towards his now-fully-erect penis.
Then Cindy leaned over to the side of Rico’s face, acting like he was whispering something directly in his ear, before she stood back up and announced, “Hey, Jerry. Rico just told to me that he wants to fuck you in the ass.”
Jerry pulled his mouth up off of Rico’s dick-head, and replied, “Well, it’s about time! His little dick’s nice and wet right now. It’ll go in real easy.”
Jerry got naked from the waist down. And then he got up on top of the metal table, and squatted down over Rico’s blood-engorged penis, with his backside towards Rico’s face.
And, as expected, Rico was totally disgusted and grossed out by what he was now experiencing first-hand. He could plainly see Jerry’s large, scarred-up butt-cheeks, and his hairy shoulder blades, as Jerry slowly lowered his pelvic area down onto Rico’s dick, while he was holding Rico’s dick-shaft in his hand, and carefully guiding it to make sure that it reached its “target” on the very first try.
Then Jerry dropped his large, overweight body down onto Rico’s pelvis, making Rico scream out in surprise, as his dick plunged all the way up into Jerry’s rectum.
And after a short pause, Jerry began thrusting away at Rico’s penis, to slide it in and out of his well-worn rectum.
Rico was in tears at this point. He was in total shock, and could barely believe what was happening to him. And he knew that there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. All he could really do was to endure Jerry’s unwanted sexual abuse, just like the women that he had raped in the past had done with him.
After a couple of minutes had passed, Cindy asked sarcastically, “So, Rico, are you ready to cum yet? ‘Cuz I need you to warn me before you do.”
“Why’s that?” Rico asked, very confused by what Cindy has just said to him.
“Because you’re not supposed to cum inside my Uncle Jerry’s ass. That’s why,” Cindy answered. “If you do, then he’s gonna beat the living shit out you afterwards. He can’t stand to have sperm in his ass. Comprende?”
Of course, that was a total lie on Cindy’s part, because Jerry absolutely loved getting his rectum “fertilized” by another man. However, Jerry had agreed to play along with Cindy, for the sake of the “bigger picture” that was quickly unfolding.
“Okay, okay,” Rico said frantically to Jerry. “Get up off my dick, esé. Or I’m gonna cum in your ass.”
“Sure, Rico. Whatever you want,” Jerry said, as he ever-so-slowly unmounted Rico’s penis, raising himself up just a little bit at a time. Then he jumped down off the metal table, leaned over the side of the table, and picked up a filthy, old rag off the concrete floor. Jerry quickly–and very roughly–wiped all the little flecks of shit off the shaft and head of Rico’s dick, dropped the filthy rag back down onto the floor, and then began jacking Rico off, right in front of everyone.
“Come on, Rico,” Sally said, “Let’s see how ‘macho’ you really are. Show us how much sperm you can squirt out.”
“Jerry, I think you need to pump a little bit faster,” Sally said to her uncle.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuck!” Rico cried out, as he orgasmed, and began squirting sperm up into the air, and getting it all over his own abdomen and chest.
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