“That wasn’t a fucking kiss!” shouted Danny. “He wants a proper fucking kiss, don’t you Ollie? Tongues, the lot!”
I looked up at Danny and sighed, before turning back to the arse. I once again kissed the arse cheek, this time letting my lips part as I tongued and licked his bare skin. Ollie moved his arse back further into my face, and then, even with my eyes closed, I saw the flash of a camera go off next to me.
I immediately opened my eyes and moved back. “What the fuck was that?” I asked.
Danny smiled. “Just a little insurance policy for us. If you decide to disobey us, this little photo is plastered all over Facebook. Now, you’re going to obey with a little bit more fucking effort, understood?”
I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. There was no way I was going to let them post that photo, but the thought of what I might be forced into doing filled me with dread. I watched on as Ollie pulled his joggers and underwear completely off instead of putting them back on, before sitting down on the couch again.
“My turn!” Dean exclaimed. He whipped his top off, and lay down on the floor. “Gimme a back massage, I’m still sore from football.”
I moved over to Dean, before I was stopped by a hand from Danny. “I told you to show a bit more effort. I want to hear you compliment his body as you massage it. Understood?”
“Yes…Sir,” I quietly replied.
I moved over to Dean’s body and began slowly massaging his upper back and his shoulder blades. “You’ve…got…a nice back,” I painfully said, causing a couple of the guys to chuckle.
“Good boy,” Danny said, “you like feeling his back don’t you?”
“Uhh, yeah. Yes Sir.” I replied, still working his upper back.
“Move down a bit,” Dean ordered. I moved to his lower back and began working over that. “Yeah, you like doing that don’t you?”
“Mmmhmm,” came my reply.
“Takes his shorts off and give his ass a massage.” Danny ordered. I did as I asked, as Dean lifted his crotch up to allow me to pull them off. His ass was less hairy than Ollie’s, but more full. I began kneading his ass cheeks in my hands, pushing down as the other lads eagerly watched on.
“You like that arse?” Dean asked. I didn’t reply.
“You deaf?” Danny responded. “Tell Dean you like his arse.”
I sighed again. “I like your arse…” I whispered.
“Tell him why you like his arse,” Danny again ordered.
“It’s…fuck….it’s nice and smooth…”
“Good lad.” Danny said.
I continued massaging Dean’s ass for a few minutes until I was ordered to stop. Dean got up, but like Ollie, he stayed undressed from the waist down. I tried my hardest not to even have a brief glance at their cocks.
“So, you like Dean’s arse yeah?” Danny asked. I was quickly realising he was the ringleader in all this.
“Yeah…” I replied, just saying what I knew they wanted to hear. “I mean uhh, yes sir.”
“Bit gay to like a lad’s arse isn’t it…are you gay mate?”
I didn’t answer, but felt my face flush red once again.
“You’re gay, aren’t you?”
“No I’m not,” came my defiant reply.
“Hah, that’s strange,” Danny said. “You’ve been feeling lads’ arses and kissing them all night. Sounds very fucking gay to me.” The other lads laughed.
“Just tell the truth mate, no judgment,” Dean said, smirking. “That’s an order, by the way. Tell us you’re gay.”
“But I’m not fucking gay!” I protested, raising my voice slightly. The three lads did not like that.
“Lie to me again or raise your voice and that fucking photo’s being sent to everyone you know. Tell me you’re gay now!”
“Fine! I’m gay! Happy?” I snapped back.
“Good lad.” Danny said, immediately calmer. “Well done for coming out. “Grab your phone.”
“Why?” I replied.
“Don’t ask questions, grab your phone and unlock it.”
I very reluctantly did as I was asked. Once it was unlocked, Danny took it from my hand and entered the app store. He began to download GayPlay, a popular gay hook-up app.
“Every gay person I know has one of these, only right you make yourself an account.”
Danny input all my details. “What shall we have for a bio?” he asked the other lads.
Ollie laughed. “How about, ‘recently came out, horny and ready to play’?”
“Perfect,” said Danny. “Stand up, it needs some photos.”
I reluctantly got to my feet. Danny begin to snap pictures of my semi-naked body, turning me around and getting some of my ass, before posting them all.
“There we go,” he said, throwing my phone to the floor. “I’m sure you’ll be a popular lad on there.” I hoped and prayed they hadn’t put any pictures of my face on.
“Know what else gay lads do Danny?” Dean said. “They suck cock, don’t they?”
“They do,” Danny retorted. “That’s right isn’t it David, gay lads like to suck cock?”
I nodded my head.
“And you’re a gay lad, aren’t you?”
I looked up at him, malice in my eyes. I nodded again.
“So do you want to suck a cock?”
I took a deep breath. I really didn’t want to reply, but I already knew we were too far down this path to turn back. Figuring by this point it would be better to just get it over with, I nodded.
Dean’s eyes lit up. “Fucking hell, he actually is gay!” he shouted, standing up and moving over to me.
“Nah,” said Danny, “I didn’t hear him. Do you want to suck a cock?”
“Yeah,” I meekly responded.
“What do you want to do?”
“I…I want to suck a cock.”
“Ollie, it’s your place…you first.” Danny said.
Ollie removed his shirt, the only piece of clothing he still had on, and moved over to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed down, obviously wanting me on my knees. I slowly dropped, and before I knew it I was less than a foot away from my mates’ ever-hardening cock.
“I normally don’t let lads suck this,” Ollie said. “You’re going to have to ask very nicely if you want it.”
There it was. That musky smell again, this time it was coming from Ollie’s cock, and the smell filled my nostrils. It was noticeably more pleasant than last time, as I inhaled deeply to ready myself for what was about to happen.
“Can I suck your cock?” I asked, plainly.
“You can do better than that.” Ollie said. He grasped his hard dick at the base, and moved forward, before slapping his cock head off my cheek. “Beg for it.”
The aroma was stronger the closer his cock was. My heart pounding, I tried my hardest to compose myself.
“Please…please let me suck your cock.” I said.
“Tell me you want to suck this cock because you’re a filthy little fag whore!”
Oh fuck. The words echoed throughout the room, and inside my head. Butterflies began dancing in my stomach, and it was like a switch was flicked. I felt my cock begin to stiffen, brought on by Ollie’s name-calling tirade.
“I wanna suck your hard cock because I’m a filthy little whore!” I said, louder than before. Fuck. I felt like such a little bitch.
“Open wide bitch.” Ollie said. I obeyed.
The big hard dick pressed against my lips, and I offered no resistance as his cock head entered my mouth for the first time. I closed my eyes and let my tongue explore the head, as Ollie began to slowly thrust his shaft further and further into my mouth. He let out a soft moan, obviously enjoying the warm wetness my mouth provided.
“Little fucker’s using his tongue, he loves it…” Ollie told the others through pleasured moans. “Look up at me bitch…”