The blackmail

Everything started three months ago when I was photographed in the gym locker room with another guy sucking me off. I didn't realize it, but someone captured the perfect moment: me with my eyes closed in pleasure while that stranger sucked my cock in the showers.

The next day I received a message from a hidden number. "Nice photo. It would be a shame if your wife, your boss, and all your contacts saw it, right?"

I got scared. I replied immediately. "What do you want?"

"Obedience. Tonight at 11:00 PM in the parking lot of the Cogullada industrial park. Alone."

I arrived trembling, parked where I was told. A black BMW pulled up next to me. Two guys got out, one about 35 years old, muscular, with a beard, and the other younger, shaved, with tattoos on his arms.

"So you're the married faggot who hides," said the bearded one, approaching me. "My name is Óscar. He's Rubén. And from now on, you belong to us."

He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against my car. "You're going to do everything we tell you. Every damn order. Understood?"

I nodded, terrified.

"On your knees."

I knelt on the parking lot floor. Óscar pulled down his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. "Suck it. And you'd better do it well."

He shoved his cock into my mouth without delicacy. It was thick and hot, and he started fucking my mouth while Rubén recorded us with his phone. "So we have more material in case you decide to refuse."

Óscar grabbed my head with both hands and started shoving it in until the end, making me choke, making tears come out. Brutal deepthroat, without mercy. "Swallow it all, you fucking pig."

He came in my throat without warning, forcing me to swallow everything while I almost vomited.

First night in the warehouse

They took me to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts. Inside, there were more guys waiting. About eight or nine, of all ages. Some with beers in hand, others smoking.

"Guys, I present to you our new little slut. 41 years old, married, versatile. He's here because he doesn't have any more balls."

They stripped me completely while they remained dressed. The humiliation was total. Everyone looked at me, commented on my body, laughed.

"We're going to start soft," said Óscar. "Get on all fours."

I obeyed. One of them, a bald and fat guy about 50 years old, approached from behind with a belt. "Count each lash, faggot."

The first lash made me scream. "One!"

The second was stronger. "Two!"

He whipped me twenty times in a row, leaving my ass burning, marked red. The others masturbated while watching.

Then they all came in line. One after another, they shoved their cocks into my mouth. Some had small ones, others enormous. Some smelled like sweat from the whole day. They forced me to lick their balls, suck their ass, do whatever they wanted.
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