***This is a work of fiction, a scenario I've often fantasized about***
The day I won tickets to "You Bet Your Ass", a less than popular late night game show, was the best day of my life. I never won anything!
It was kind of a B-rating game show where the audience members dressed up in wild costumes. If it was a really crazy costume, you were more likely to get picked out of the audience to compete on the show.
I had a good 2 months to prepare, and I spent most of that time worrying about what to dress up as. Finally, in the last few days before the show, I decided to go as a streaker.
I bought a flesh-colored skin suit that covered me from the neck down. Where my crotch was, I attached a big fake leaf, Adam and Eve style. The costume was super skin tight so that my actual body features were all but visible. The back side especially pulled up into my ass cheeks like a thong.
I debated over whether this would be to too revealing (I was really self-conscious about my body), but in the end I decided to go with it. It was late night tv after all.
So, the day of the show, I drove to the studio. Because I was hyper-aware of drivers around me, I wore a sort of trenchcoat to conceal my "nudity."
I got parked and immediately faced another dilemma. Should I continue wearing the trenchcoat as I walked through the parking lot and tried to find the entrance? Or ditch the coat so everyone could see I was in costume and maybe know where to direct me?
Modesty won out again, and I wore the coat. There were only a few scattered people in the parking lot, but the wind was bad and kept threatening to rip my coat open for all to see.
The skin suit was a little too convincing, as it turned out. As I passed a group of ladies, the wind whipped my coat wide open. One of the women saw and her jaw dropped. She pointed and cried, "Oh my God! That man's naked!"
The other ladies gasped in anger as they saw me. I looked like a street flasher with this coat on. "Get the hell out of here, you pervert!" one of them yelled while another grabbed her phone, intent on calling the cops.
I was mortified, to say the least. Panicking, I just started running. I was not a pervert! I was not a streaker! I was just trying to play one on tv! For a stupid game show!
I saw the front entrance of the studio now, but there was a ton of people milling about there. Behind me, the three ladies had begun chasing me. There was no way I was gonna have them convince this crowd I was a pervert.
So instead, I ran around the back of the building. There was a guy smoking a cigarette back there, and he actually looked excited to see me...which was both weird and comforting seeing as I needed to hide real quick-like.
"Hey!" he greeted me. "You here for the show?"
"YES!" I couldn't believe my luck.
"Aw, awesome! Let me see your outfit," he said, eyeing my overcoat.
I let the coat drop, revealing my "naked" body.
"Nice!" He really liked it! Maybe I'd definitely get picked out of the audience now.
The guy opened a back door into the building and ushered me inside. It was dark, really dark, but I followed the sound of his voice.
"Our guy's here!" he yelled to someone I couldn't see.
"Good," a deep, gravelly voice said impatiently. "Get him on set, we're late for filming."
"Just right over here," the guy led me to a dimly lit area. "Oh, and don't forget this."
He handed me a ball gag. I stared at it, uncomprehending.
"Here, let me help you out," he said, taking it back long enough to slip it around my head and into my mouth.
Now I was starting to get confused. Was this some kind of gag for the show? It must be.
Next, he led me over to a wooden stand with holes cut out for my head and hands. Oh, I get it now! It's a photo-shoot!
I happily allowed him to guide me into the stocks. I even laughed a little when he chained my wrists in place. This was gonna be great!
Next, a rather fat, balding man stepped into the light in front of me. He was smoking a greasy-looking cigar.
"I need you to really play this up," he said, and there was a hint of menace in his voice I didn't understand. "You're playing the straight guy, so really struggle. I mean REALLY struggle! It's got to be convincing!"
WHAT? Wait, what was going on, I tried to ask, but all that came out was muffled griping.
"Good, good"' the guy said. "But save it for the cameras." He snapped his fingers then and suddenly the set came to life.
Some super sappy music started playing. The lights came on illuminating a big glowing neon sign that read, "DOING THE STRAIGHT DUDE."
What the HELL?! I struggled to get free now, but my wrists were hopelessly locked in the restraints. I tried to spit out the ball gag, but the straps held it in place tightly.
"ACTION!" somebody yelled, and suddenly there was a guy standing behind me, massaging my ass cheeks.
I tried to get away, but the stocks held me in place. Suddenly, he was ripping the ass section of my costume away.
HEY! I tried to yell, but it all came out muffled.
I felt something cold and wet being slapped on my ass, then a fat finger was probing at my hole. It hurt, but it also felt strangely good in a way.
The finger moved in and out, in and out, pushing in deeper each time. A second finger went in, and he began fucking me with them.
The ball gag was making it hard to breathe, especially with all the screaming I was doing. Drool leaked out of my mouth, stringing down and forming a pool of spittle.
Abruptly, the fingers were removed from my ass hole. The guy behind me began slapping my cheeks.
"I'm about to make you gay, boy" he spoke. "I'm about to straight-up hate fuck your ass. You got anything to say about that?"
I cried and wailed. If I appeared to be pleading for my life, I was. But the guy just smiled, eating it up and thinking it was all an act.
He pressed his dick to my ass hole, pushed it harder, really leaned into it, and forced his dick into my hole. I yelled for all I was worth.
"Damn!" the guy said, suddenly stopping his invasion of my ass. "This your first time?" he whispered to me.
I nodded my head vigorously, hoping beyond hope that this was finally over.
Instead, he grinned excitedly and gave me a thumbs up. "Good for you!" he said. "So freaking brave. Well, here it goes."
I shook my head no and wailed for all I was worth. The guy continued his assault on my ass, really digging his dick in deep now.
It was so freaking HUGE! I felt the fullness of his meat spreading me out and filling me up. I panted with the size of it.
Then, he slowly pulled his shaft almost completely out of me. I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but he drove his dick straight back into me. Any breath I had in my lungs was gone as I groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He pulled out of me again, only to drive himself back in. He started to pump himself in and out, in and out of my ass, really working me over.
I struggled at first, bucking crazily against his groin as his dick was repeatedly shoved in and out of my ass hole.
I yelled and groaned and moaned constantly as he fucked me. Someone came around after a bit and finally removed the ball gag from my mouth.
I let loose a volley of yells and moans as the guy behind me sped up. Holding the wooden wall of the stocks, he began to pound me as hard and fast as he could. The whole stocks began shaking violently as he pummeled my ass hole.
I yelled louder and louder still, a symphony of rape and humiliation. Still, he fucked me harder. When I thought I was at my breaking point, another man came up to me, completely naked, his dick swaying in front of my face.
I thought he'd leave it up to me, bring his dick to me and make me do the rest. But I wasn't that lucky.
Instead, he wrapped both hands around the back of my head, grabbing firmly onto my hair to hold me in place, and began to fuck my mouth.
I'd never had a dick in my mouth, but none of that mattered now. Mercifully, the guy wasn't trying to gag me with it. Instead, he forced just a little past the tip in and out of my lips.
Holding my head in place, he fucked himself, lubing his dick with my lips and saliva. I continued to moan around his cock. The other guy was fucking my ass so hard, so good, I couldn't stand it.
The cock in my mouth got harder still. It was relentless, pumping in and out, in and out, slapping against my tongue, getting wetter, harder, sloppier. Drool poured from my mouth, pushed out by his thrusts and by my continuous yelling.
The two guys fucked me even harder. The stocks sounded like they were going to break any minute. Suddenly my own dick was cumming, hard and fast, spraying wet hot jizz down my leg, still confined by my costume.
The guys continued to fuck me, oblivious of the fact that I had came already. The one in my mouth didn't stop what he was doing in the slightest. He could have been a fucking machine the way he was pumping my mouth, always holding my head in place.
In and out, in and out, I was forced to just wait for him to get done, to finish with me. The other one was no better. He had been continuously pounding my ass for what felt like hours now and didn't seem to be any closer to stopping.
At some point, I started to enjoy myself despite the pain and humiliation of being fucked by 2 guys. The dick in my ass felt really good, and even as it continued to push me past the brink of what I ever thought I could handle, it was really starting to drive me wild.
Suddenly, the two of them must have agreed it was time to finish me off. The one behind me gave a great, loud groan and began shooting his load up my ass.
"OH GOD!" he yelled. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! YOUR PUSSY IS SO GOOD!" He began really jack-hammering my hole, humping up against my cheeks with all his might.
In unison, the guy in my mouth started groaning loudly. He shook, then lost control jamming his dick balls deep down my throat.
I fought against him, trying to get away from his trembling meat, but he held me fast, held his cock deep between my lips, and began humping the cum out of his dick.
"OH GOD!!!" he yelled, and his load of hot jizz filled my mouth. He pulled his meat from my throat and a mixture of cum and drool ran down my face. He gave me a few slaps across the cheek, then walked away.
"That's a wrap!" someone yelled. There was a bunch of footsteps racing around. The fat guy with the cigar returned in front of me.
"That was amazing," he said, genuinely impressed. "I mean, it really looked like you were struggling....would you be able to do another shoot next week?"
I raised my head, cum still leaking down my chin, absolutely worn out from being fucked so hard. I looked up at the guy with his greasy cigar. I only had one thing to say to this son of a bitch.
"What's the pay like?""