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Marking Your Territory Chapter 1(MMMM/M)
“There is one of him and four of us,” Dan said to his group of giants. “So we take turns, two hours each? I think he can take it,” Mitch ruffled my hair. “Mmmmppphhhh,” I groanned into my ball gag and gave puppy eyes to Zack... no Nick, he’s a better choice, “mmmpphhh.”
“HA, I think I want this boy all to myself, I’ll be sure to take good care of him,” Nick said. “But he likes me the most, you all saw the way sniffing my pits got him all hot and bothered,” Zack replied. It did, but I think that would also have happened with all the hunks standing in front of me.
“So we compete for him,” Dan suggested. “How?” Zack asked. “Hide and Seek. We let him loose in the house for a while and then we hunt for him. First one to plant his seed claims the boy for himself for the rest of the day,” Dan explained.
“Cool,” Mitch replied, “and by ‘plant his seed’ you mean...”
“We all know what he means!” Zack interupted with a hearty chuckle that drowned out my protests.
Dan has a large house, but few obvious hiding spots for a brief-clad twink running away from four horny amped up giants. Under the bed? They can’t crawl underneath like I can. “They’ll lift the bloody bed, stupid,” I said, smacking my forehead.
“Jason – boi, where are you?” Mitch’s voice echoed from outside the door. CRAP, under the bed it is then. I immediately dropped on all fours and began squirming my way away from view.
“Ah so you went straight to the bed,” Mitch grabbed my exposed ankles. “NOOOOO,” I yelled. “MMMMPPPHHHHH” my small frame was enveloped by the full weight of the bulky firefighter, his large palm smothered my mouth. “Shhhhhhh, quiet baby boy,” he whispered in my ear. “Mmmmpphhhh,” I continued to yell, partly out of fear and partly due to the crushing weight on my body.
All four of the hunks were carring a backpack filled with whatever equipment they thought they needed. Mitch brought duct tape and ... “open boy,” he held up a pair of old crusty socks. “MMMPGPGGGGHHH NNOOOO” I pleaded. “Open,” he commanded – well, and he squeezed my nose – crudely stuffing my mouth before reaching into his bag for his tape.
*zzzzttt* *zzzzttt* He wrapped my wrists with full rounds of tape, but I managed to work both of those acrid tasting socks out my mouth. “HHEELLPPP!!” I screamed before he clamped his hand over my mouth again. “Fine, you want to have it the hard way don’t you,” he bent me over the side of the bed and yanked my briefs down.
“You feel this?” he grinded himself into me, making sure I felt his swelling member through his boxers. “Nngghhhhh pllssss,” I cried out, shaking in fear. “You want this bad don’t ya boi?” Mitch laughed, temporarily shifting his legs out from pinning me. “You want a taste of what’s going in your bum don’t you?” my eyes widened in shock as he presented his fresh pair of boxers in front of me.
He didn’t even try to to coax my mouth open, but simply yanked my mouth open and forced as much of the sweat stained fabric in.
“You’ll be mine real soon Jason,” he said, sliding himself playfully between my ass cheeks. “MMPPHHHH,” pleaded for the last time, before he pushed his way into me.
“mmmpphhhh”
“Yes moan for daddy,” Mitch gripped my taped wrists as he slammed himself into me, gradually increasing his pace.
“Jason boi you...MMMPPPGGGHH,” Mitch was interupted by a sudden force knocking him away from me. Squirming my way around, I saw Mitch and Dan wrestling on the floor. Dan had a small initial advantage but both were pretty much even once they were grappling one another on the floor. Their strong muscles worked and flexed as they tried to force the other into submission.
“He’s mine Mitch,” Dan said. “Nope, I almost had him, in fact I...” Mitch began, “fuck where did the twerp run off to?” The twerp was running down the hall praising the heavens that his legs were not tied. I still had his boxers in my mouth though. I’m kind of ashamed to admit this, but, I wanted those to remain in my mouth for a while longer.