“Luckily for you this is only a 1 1/8″ ball,” one of the men said. “Normally I have a 2″ or 3″ ball mounted there.” He paused and said with a leer, “Now let’s go for a ride.” The Jeep moved slowly up the beach into the darkness. Looking back, Tracey could just see the tire tracks and the two grooves made by his heels as they dragged across the loose sand. After a short distance, they stopped.
Tracey looked around. They were now in a small cove hidden from the lights of town. The men jumped down from the Jeep and a hand reached out to stroke his erect and very stiff cock. “I guess he did enjoy the ride,” the man said with a laugh.
“You must be a pain slut to be hard after that ride,” a rough voice said. “Are you a cock-sucking pain slut, pretty boy?”
The man stood in front of him. Tracey could see the moonlight glinting off his golden short shorts. It was one of the bartenders from The Beachfront. The golden shorts were slowly lowered and a huge erect penis pointed directly at Tracey’s mouth.
“Come on, Tracey. You know you want to suck on this. Show us what you can do.”
Tracey wanted to shout out, “No, you are wrong!” but instead as the huge prick came close to his face he opened his mouth and hungrily reached forward to envelope the swollen cock. He bobbed his head and swirled his tongue just as he had done so many times in his fantasies as he masturbated in the safety of his bedroom. But this was real. He was tied, helpless in public and sucking a man’s cock. The man suddenly groaned and hot cum gushed into Tracey’s mouth. It tasted different than his own spunk. It was sweeter, but at the same time more salty. Another stiff cock replaced the first as soon as it had gone soft in his mouth. Then another and finally another as all four men raped his face.
“I think it is time we gave sissy boy a little pleasure,” the leader of the group said. “Marti, come here,” he shouted and one of the waitresses from The Beachfront stepped into Tracey’s field of vision. Her mesh stocking were gone and she was naked from the waist down. Her small penis was flacid and totally devoid of hair. When she slid her small corsete top to the ground, her breasts looked very real.
As she stood naked in front of him, Tracy thought, “So that’s the effect of female hormones on a man’s equipment.”
Marti knelt in front of Tracey and took his penis into her mouth. One of the bartenders knelt in the sand behind her.
“Now remember,” he said, “if he goes soft before all four of us have finished, you will be beaten within an inch of your life.”
With that, he plunged into Marti’s ass and began pumping, driving her mouth violently over Tracey’s cock. Tracey erupted almost immediately, but Marti’s tongue soon got him hard again, and as the third man fucked Marti’s ass, Tracey again reached orgasm.
Tracey could feel himself becoming soft, but Marti’s expert tongue flicked and licked and swirled and soon Tracey was again hard and stiff. The fourth and final man grunted as he spurted in Marti’s ass.
“You did good, Marti,” he said. ”Now finish him so the boss can talk to him.”
Tracey had never been able to reach climax a third time in the same night, but tonight he did.
“I told you it would be a weekend you would never forget,” a soft voice said.
Tracey looked slightly to the side to see Jeff watching everything from a folding beach chair. “I own The Beachfront Bar,” he said with a smile. “These men work for me.”
He used his drink to gesture toward the others. “Marti and the other girls also work for me, and I am offering you the job of your dreams– or should I say, the job of your fantasies.”
Looking at the four naked bartenders, Jeff said strongly, “Release him. This is going to be his decision.”
The ropes were untied and strong arms pulled Tracey to his feet. The pain of the trailer hitch coming out of his ass was somehow much more intense that when it had been forced in. After a few moments circulation returned to his legs and the men released him so that he could stand before Jeff. Tracey could see that Jeff was naked from the waist down.
“Traci,” Jeff said firmly, “if you want to be one of my waitresses you will need to act like one. You saw what Marti did for you. All you have to do is do that for me.”
Traci hesitated. Part of him wanted to run away down the beach but part of him yearned to be like Marti, walking among the tables of The Beachfront Bar in mesh stockings and high heels, hearing the lewd comments of the people and, perhaps, feeling their hands on his ass and legs. He took a deep breath. His decision was made. Slowly she sank to her knees in the sand.
As she engulfed Jeff’s massive member she could feel one of the bartenders positioning himself behind her. As stretched as she was from the trailer hitch, there was very little resistance as the bartender’s prick slid into her ass. It was definitely going to be a weekend to remember. This was the weekend in which Tracey, the closet queen began her new life as Traci, the newest waitress at The Beachfront Bar.
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