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The crying man was back, his cock thicker than anything Bobby’s taken before and pushing his lower belly out, the outline obvious even though the layers of softness thanks to years of whiskey, dollar tacos and shitty cheap vending machine dinners.
Bobby pushes his stomach flatter to the edge of the car seat and groans at the pressure in his stomach. The crying man stops thrusting to sort of hold Bobby’s waist to move both of them back and forth, clearly using Bobby as some sort of sex glove to fuck against the torn leather upholstery.
Tears land on Bobby’s sweat soaked neck, a harsh grunting and what sounds like little “ow ow” cries. He uses his legs to move them faster against the passenger seat, the pressure becoming too much for Bobby.
“Please just cum!”
This spurs the man on further, bragging to the untold amounts of men behind him. “You hear that? I’m such a good lover that he wants me to cum in him.”
General jeers are thrown in response, but there’s also intimidation. He’s definitely the biggest guy who’s been in Bobby tonight. Those gathering behind will have seen his cock. From the feel of him he could open a door from fifty yards away.
“Get on with it, fucker!”
Nigel’s lazy drawl pounding into Bobby’s skull.
Fuck Nigel.
“Come on, big boy. I love feeling your big dick inside me. Your cum swirling around deep in my belly. Shame you can’t knock me up.”
“Bobby!”
The warning made Bobby’s arse clench tighter around the beast behind him who was now burying himself up to Bobby’s goddamn throat, it felt like.
“You wanna get me pregnant, Daddy? Cum in me. Give me your babies.”
The man was pulsing in Bobby, adding to his previous loads and the loads of the, what? Fifty? Sixty guys who’d been in him tonight, not counting the repeat cum dumps like this guy was giving him. How quick was his refractory period?!
He’s suddenly empty, his ruined hole gaping around nothing.
A hand is digging blunt nails against his scalp, breaking the skin and releasing a few droplets of blood.
“I’d fucking quit it, gorgeous” The hand is snapping his head back, gorgeous honey eyes glaring at Bobby, anger and hatred writ large across his face. God, he turned Bobby on so much, especially when he was angry. Even though that anger had led to him handcuffing Bobby to the steering wheel of his own beat-up 1998 Pontiac by his own police force issued handcuffs. So tight the circulation had left his hands an hour or more ago. Bobby wouldn’t give the prick the satisfaction of knowing that he’d jerk himself off senseless remembering the humiliation and degradation Nigel had decided needed meting out tonight. A flick-knife was pointing at his left eye causing his cock to pathetically kick against his belly and ruined car seat. Nigel must be reading his mind. This shit wasn’t punishment.
Licking the outer bone of Nigel’s wrist, Bobby winks at him.
“$5. Who’s next?”
Bobby was shuddering as a tiny cock slid inside him, too small to give him any satisfaction but the copious amounts of cum sliding out of him obviously made Tiny Tim feel good.
“Ooh, yeah baby. You enjoying this, huh? Your slutty hole getting fucked for all of us to see.”
Bobby’s head hung low. Shit!
“We heard you say you’re our little cum-swamp.”
Panting Bobby starts rutting against the seat once more. Sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes he wasn’t such a fucking fuck-slut. Pain, humiliation, degradation, violence - all of it got him harder than a 16 year old on the beach during Spring Break.
“You need to learn a lesson, Bobby.”
Nigel’s raspy voice was out in the crowd somewhere. The cunt was probably soft as butter, even through all of this.
The split in his lip was open once more thanks to Bobby biting down to stop himself cumming so soon. He wants Tiny Tim to spend as long in his arse as he can so Bobby can force more - mostly! - fake noises around his dry tongue, the hangover starting to worm its way through his skull.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a fuck this good. Be sure to leave your numbers at the end, I can’t wait for round two.”
A yelp behind him has Bobby whipping his head round only to be met with Nigel’s foot to the face.
“50 cents a fuck. Get it while you can.”
Bobby’s eyes were filling with blood, breathing through his left nostril was impossible. The mother-fucker broke his nose.
Dizzying sickness coursing round his head, bile rising up his throat, Bobby felt himself slide into the darkness.
“I own your fucking ass, Bobby! You fucking come when I call. Perhaps you’re a little too cock-drunk now, fucking forgetting that I OWN YOU! Not the other way round.”
Nigel’s fist was knocking him off his feet before he could hold his own hands up. A kick to the ribs let him know the deranged Romanian was pissed off.
This wasn’t their usual rough and tumble foreplay from months ago - Bobby trying to hold the strong, deliciously muscled gangster down so he could search him, hands rifling through his pockets to find a large, hard cock rather than the bag of high-quality cocaine Bobby had been tipped off about. The bag that wasn’t ever going to make it near the lock-up. Twisting them round so Bobby was flat against the bonnet of Nigel’s 1964 Red Mustang, hips grinding against Bobby’s fast-thickening cock. Ten minutes later Bobby was riding him bareback in the passenger seat. That had been one of the best - if not THE BEST - fucks of his life which led to his life being totally fucked. He was now in the pocket of one of the most dangerous criminals in Romania, making his way in New York. He’d been feeding Nigel highly privileged information on his rivals at Nigel’s behest in exchange for choking on that cock that drove him to distraction in the middle of an interview.
Then he got greedy and cocky. Made him mouthy. Made him actually say “I’d be a bit more grateful, I can throw your ass in the slammer anytime I want!”
It had been a bad day thanks to his ex threatening to keep him from seeing his kids if he didn’t pony up some of his child-maintenance arrears, a day which led to this point in time. So, all in all a mixed day.
The nausea was passing as his second favorite cock slid inside him again. Crying man was back.
Grinning grotesquely at the wanted criminal, Bobby was arching his back to slur out “Come on big boy. You’re got just what I need!”
Impaling him on his cock, the gorgeous accented man begun to cry again as his hips took up their little rabbit hops once more.
Growling deep in his throat Nigel was now aiming a cocked gun at Bobby’s temple.
“Say it again, Bobby!”
Bobby took in a deep breath, which was instantly huffing out as he cam yet again in time with the amazing creature within him.
It was going to be a long night. Bobby couldn’t get enough.