I woke up in a total and complete haze, like I had taken a muscle relaxer the night before and couldn’t quite shake it off the next morning. It felt like a hangover without wanting to puke my guts out. My mouth was like a beach, best way to describe it, dry, sandy, chalky and salty. I was very disoriented and confused
I had dried stuff all around my lips, it literally looked like toothpaste when I checked the mirror. I had some kind of oil all over me, from my chest to my asshole, my whole body was covered. was naked, in a strange bed, with a guys’ naked leg wrapped around me, his dick nuzzled against my leg. There was another naked guy on the floor on a blow up mattress. I couldn’t remember a fucking thing so I quickly and quietly rolled him over, got dressed and boogied out of there as quickly as I could.
I got home and tried to piece together what could have possibly happened. I had only flashes of memory, it was crazy, why couldn’t I remember? My friend Greg, who is a huge party guy, said he had Ecstasy, which I had never done and really wanted to try, that part I clearly remember. I remember him inviting me and some other friends I didn’t really know to party.
I had three or four drinks, I don’t remember what of, didn’t make them or even ask what they were. I was a perfect roofie target, that I recognize now, but who the fuck goes to a party thinking that? I remember smoking a joint at some point and feeling really good and then the “X” hit, if that’s what it even was, and I blacked the fuck out. It was complete nothingness until I woke up the next morning and I could not remember a fucking thing. I have no idea if my drink was spiked or if the X fucked me up or both. I had absolutely nothing to go on until my phone vibrated.
The text was actually a picture from a stored number in my phone that I did not recognize. The contact had a picture of a cock in the profile picture. Like what the actual fuck?
“Looks like you had fun last night,” with a picture of that same light brown colored cock in my mouth!
I knew it had to be fake and responded with “now who the fuck is this?” I figured for sure it was my buddy Vince who worked in IT and loved to mess with people.
“Your worst fucking nightmare ese, that’s who” and another picture of me with a cock in my mouth, a clearly different cock, much bigger and darker.
Then came, a short video that was stamped, showing the time (last night at 11:16pm) location (Seattle) and me very clearly sucking on a Mexican guys rock hard dick, and very, very voluntarily, at that. He looked to be maybe 20 and I was eagerly going down on him and jerking his cock and I could not remember one second of it. I just kept thinking it had to be fake, even though something like this had always been a secret sexual fantasy of mine.
In the video in the first scene, which I have watched at least five times (and jerked off to twice), we were both completely covered in baby oil. I was using a generous amount of oil to jerk his medium sized smooth cock and massage his balls which were covered in very black public hair. After maybe 20 seconds I put it in my mouth, the cameraman got amazing footage as he moved right next to my head for a closeup.
I was watching myself, in full screen, on my iPad now, suck a younger man’s dick and it appeared to me anyway, pretty well. At the same time the younger Latino was using oil to rub my stimulated asshole until he entered me with two of his fingers, just like I like. To me this was a for sure indicator as he knew exactly what my turn ons were meaning I was telling him! All of the action was caught in full High Definition but there was no audio, for now. It was like someone got very deep in my psyche and uncovered my most personal and perverse sexual desire and allowed me to live it. I was sucking on a young man’s cock, and he was stimulating my ass like I do when I jerk off.
The video was only 53 seconds long but it said a lot. Firstly it said that last night I may have had sexual relations with a man, sucked on a cock, maybe more than one, and might have gotten more than just finger fucked in the ass, IF it was real. I had to piece together what I knew.
I did wake up in bed, with a naked Mexican guy wrapped around me, completely covered in oil, piece of proof number one that the video could be legit. Oil had been everywhere, in the bed, the blanket on the bed, the sheets, his leg, cock and me. I was saturated in baby oil, my hands have never been so soft, but my face, chest, cock, balls and asshole were super soft as well. That was not a good sign and in my hurry to get the fuck out of the door I left my underwear behind under the naked Mexican on the floor. I figured it was easier to go commando in my jeans than ask the passed out naked guy if he was sleeping on them. When I got home the crotch in the jeans was doused in oil, obviously leaking from my balls and ass.
Piece of proof number two was incontestable, a symbol written on the underside of my cock using a green sharpie that matched the one in the video . There was a 13 written in block numbers, I had literally been tagged, like a building or a fence, only on my dick, written proof that they had been there and now claimed ownership over me.
They had worked over my cock, I am sure I enjoyed that part to some extent, my asshole, and my mouth with at least two cocks that I saw. My asshole was sore, I knew I had been fucked for the first time, there was just no other explanation.
“You work for us now, or your wife makes the next video, comprende?
And with a sick and twisted laugh he said, “You should watch the rest, you really liked it, for a little while anyway”. And he left the frame.