Kentucky Hard Outlaw

David looked around nervously. He had met Emily the night before, at a club, and they’d hit it off, danced for a while. It got hot and heavy, pretty fast on the dance floor, so he had been surprised when she said she had to go. He started to object, but she asked him to come to her house the next night, so he had figured that was a pretty sure win, even if he had to wait a day for it. But she had vanished somewhere right after she let him in, and now he found himself in her loungeroom, with three other guys. What the fuck?

That wasn’t the only weird thing, either. He figured this was her lounge room, but there wasn’t any lounge, or chairs. The only furniture was a weird art piece/ table - a mirrored cube a mirrored cube, bare except for a small pink circle on each side - a bottle of whiskey, a bucket of ice, and four glasses sat on it. From somewhere, a high pitched whine tugged at the edge of David’s awareness, just loud enough to be heard.

David noticed one of the other men surreptitiously adjust himself - his cock outlined against the fabric of his pants. He jealousy noted that his rival for Emily was probably a bit bigger than him, and realised at the same moment his own cock was rock hard, too. Jesus, it had been a couple of weeks since he’d had any action, and Emily had looked smoking hot, wearing a quaint 20s style dress, but with long black boots and gloves. Still, he couldn’t remember having a spontaneous erection since high school.

He quickly crossed the floor to the cube to hide his bulge, grabbing the whiskey bottle. He almost dropped it immediately as his cock bumped the cube. Unable to control himself he pushed forward, hard, the electric thrill pulsing through him was intense. He pushed a moment longer and then pulled away, shakily grabbing a glass, aware that the three other men were watching him. What the hell!?

Another guy came over and grabbed a glass, leaning over the cube to grab some ice. David watched as his hand hovered over the ice bucket for a good 5 seconds, heard his breath catch. David imagined he could see the guy hump the cube, a little. Eventually the guy grabbed some ice and pushed himself away, grabbing the bottle and avoiding eye contact. David sipped his whiskey and looked down at the cube, it’s mirrored surface revealed nothing. What the fuck was it?

“I’m Matt.” The other guy had finally regained his composure. He was tall and lean - about 6 inches taller than David, dressed in black, with pale skin, longish dark hair, and dark eyes to match. He reminded David a bit of the goths he had made fun of at school, but without the eyeliner and awkwardness.

“David.” He nodded and took another sip. He decided to come straight to the point. “How do you know Emily?“The other two guys clearly wanted to hear the answer, too. They each came over and grabbed a glass. One of them had a moment pressed against the cube. David saw Matt press himself forward again too. David desperately wanted to press against the cube again, too, but had no idea what the thing was. He managed to resist the urge, but only by reaching into his pocket and giving his cock a good squeeze. The sensation was instant and incredible, causing him to slam his drink down hard. Apparently, the feeling in his cock wasn’t to do with the cube at all. It just felt so fucking good, and he had no idea why. It occurred to him how good it would feel to get it out and jerk it, right here in front of the other guys. He shook his head to clear it.

“Don’t really.” Matt said, finally answering his question. “Just met her.”

“Me too.” Said one of the other guys, the one David had first seen adjusting himself. “I’m John.” John was a little older than the rest of them, Asian, and dressed in a casual but expensive looking suit. “Do you guys feel… I don’t know…” He blushed and drank some whiskey.

“Horny as all fuck?” The fourth guy spoke. His accent made David realise he wasn’t African American, he was just African. “Hey, somebody had to say it. I’m Sifiso. What do you think-” He stopped dead as the room was plunged into darkness.

A moment later, light and sound burst forth, as all the walls lit up with porn. At the sight, David couldn’t contain himself and pushed forward into the cube. his head swimming, his cock throbbing. He knew he should have been shocked, or embarassed, but all that mattered in the moment was the feeling in his cock. Looking over John’s shoulder at a clip of Sasha Grey alternating between deepthroating two big cocks, he tried to to play it cool, taking another sip of his drink as he ground himself against the cube. The images kept changing, usually lasting only a few seconds, cutting away to pictures of girls kissing, young babes in tight dresses, then back to sasha gagging on thick cocks. The sounds of different pornos cut into each other like electronic dance music, but with moans instead of synth. Words flashed up between each clip, but they were too fast to read. He caught occasional words: STRIP, JERK, COCK, STROKE. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sifiso reach down and unbutton his fly. He watched as he pulled out his cock and started to stroke, staring to his left at the same screen David had been watching. David looked back at the porn, then back at Sifiso stroking his long, dark cock. He undid his own fly and fished out his cock, strangely unconcerned about what the other guys would think. Apparently they thought was that it was a great idea, fishing out their own cocks. Matt laughed. “When in Rome!”

David had no idea how much time passed, standing around the cube, stroking. He found himself alternating between looking at the screens and looking at the other guys jerking. This should have worried him, he thought, but for some reason, he really didn’t give a shit. Even when he looked at the screens, he found that he was focusing on the cocks, more than the girls. In fact, it was only when the girl sucking cock on all 4 screens at once pulled off, drooling spit, and turned to face the camera, that he realised it was Emily, on every screen, sucking a different cock. “Get Naked” commanded all four Emilys, in unison, before returning to sucking cock. Words flashed NAKED, STRIP, HARD, SUCK, PLEASURE, COCK, NAKED.

The men groaned and stripped without hesitation, as fast as they could, wanting to get back to stroking. As soon as they were naked the room flickered. The porn was no longer being projected onto the walls, it was being projected onto their bodies. The cube reflected each of them so that everywhere he looked, David saw a smorgasbord of filthy porn on muscled male flesh. David noticed Matt watching him, his mouth hanging open, and looked down. Projected on his chest, a massively fat woman getting pounded hard from behind. Her entire body shook under the fierce onslaught and her eyes rolled in her head. David wanted to feel that good. He jerked faster and harder - pushing his cock forward and up. He saw Matt’s eyes shifting to watch, and he felt a strange moment of pride. “What do you think?”

Matt didn’t get a chance to answer. At that moment, John started to groan like crazy, and all three men turned to watch. He grabbed the edge of the cube with one hand and bucked into his other fist - a montage of facial cumshots played out across his body, and David watched, transfixed, waiting for the fountain of cum, but it never happened. Eventually John stopped thrashing, and half collapsed on the cube, panting. “What. The. Fuuuck?”

The wall projectors came alive again, with a giant close-up image of pink lips, on. They spoke, with Emily’s voice, speaking in a quiet, sultry voice, but turned up so loud that it almost drowned out the sound of the porn playing on their bodies. “Welcome to Club Goon, Strokers! One of you has just experienced his first Edge. What a good boy!” The screen flashed words. STROKE. EDGE. GOON. “Since you arrived, you have been under the influence of a goon machine. No doubt you’ve heard of it, and perhaps wondered how it works. The machine emits a pattern of electromagnetism that causes intense arousal in men. Ironically, the same EM field also prevents men from orgasming. Isn’t that just delightful? I think it’s time you all felt an edge. Once you’ve all felt it, I have a very special treat for my boys.

"The screens went black again, and all the men started jerking furiously, staring at the porn on each others bodies, wanting to feel the edge that they had seen John experience. Matt and Sifiso got there first, but seeing them writhe and gasp with pleasure, their bodies covered with lips and cocks, and fountains of cum, David couldn’t have held back if he had wanted to. The intense rush of just-before-orgasm flooded over his body, and didn’t go away. He bucked and moaned, trying to cum, forgetting in that moment everything he had just been told. He didn’t care that three strange men were staring at him - If anything, a part of him was loving the attention. Finally, he came down, panting and laughing "Holy Shit! That was… Holy Shit!”

The porn on their bodies faded out to black, and with the sound of Emily’s voice smirking “Good Boys!” a 3 minute timer appeared on the walls, counting down.

“Jesus, that was intense.” Breathed Matt, as David poured everyone another round of drinks. “What do you think the treat is?“

Strangely, David didn’t feel strange at all to be standing there, drinking and chatting with his new friends, naked and with cocks so hard they could cut glass. As the clock counted down, they discussed what would happen when it reached zero, absentmindedly playing with their cocks and running their eyes over one another, comparing.

“It’s gotta be her, right?” said Sifiso “She’s gonna come out here and let all of us have some of that?”

“She’s only got three holes, man,” laughed John “Who’s going to miss out? Dibs not me!” John reached forward to grab the cube. Sifiso and Matt lunged forward, too.

They all laughed, as David, slow to catch on to their game, finally grabbed the cube. “Don’t worry, man, I’ll suck your cock while I fuck her.” Sifiso promised. Matt and John laughed raucously, but Sifiso wasn’t laughing. He was staring at David, who stared back, slowly stroking.

The moment was broken by a clicking sound from the cube. The timer had run out. Looking down, they each saw a pair of pretty pink lips where the pink circle had been. The porn started up again. Everywhere, this time. On their bodies, on the walls. On every surface, the theme was the same - gloryhole sluts sucking strange dick, but this time, without sound.

David looked down, and saw a tongue licking the lips, eagerly waiting for his cock. Who was he to refuse her? He exchanged a look with the other guys, none of them quite able to believe their luck. He pushed his cock into the waiting hole, and almost passed out. The edge was instant, and intense. He groaned loud in the silence, and instants later, all the others were groaning, too, making their own porn soundtrack.

David pulled out, and pushed all the way back in. He’d never found someone who could take his whole length before, without gagging on it, but this girl was incredible - she didn’t seem to have any gag reflex at all. His whole shaft slid effortlessly in and out of her wet throat, her tongue and lips constantly working at his sensitive flesh. He was on a constant edge now, like he was just about to explode at every single moment.

He looked up and saw that one of the gloryhole shots on the screen behind John showed a guy sucking at the hole, his girlfriend pushing his head down on the cock. For some reason, he wasn’t even shocked - it just made him think of Sifiso’s promise to suck HIS cock. Through the haze of the edge, he looked over at Sifiso, who stood rigid, abs rippling as he rocked his body into the hole. He reached over and wrapped one hand around the back of Sifiso’s head, pushing the fingers of the other hand into his drooling mouth. Instinctively, Sifiso started to suck, and it felt to David exactly like the lips around his shaft. He bet that Sifiso would be a great cocksucker, with those plump lips, and warm tongue. He leaned forward, slipping his fingers out, and kissed Sifiso on the mouth.

Sifiso moaned, and their tongues twined. The mouth sliding up and down his shaft chose that moment to go into overdrive, first dropping deep to the balls, then pulling all the way back and twisting her tongue around his head. He lost all sense of time. He was dimly aware that the other two were watching them, then they started kissing, too. He felt Sifiso reach over and firmly grab his butt, and responded by running his hand across his new friend’s muscled chest. Somewhere, way back in his mind, a thought occurred that he should be feeling weird about this, but he silenced it. He couldn’t remember having this much fun making out since, well ever.

They were broken out of their reverie by the sound of Emily’s voice. “Having fun, boys?“ They all looked up at the walls, which were once again all showing Emily, briefly pausing from sucking a different cock through a gloryhole on each. “Wouldn’t you love to see who’s sucking YOUR cock? Say ‘Yes, mistress’” She turned back to the cocks she was sucking, smoothly throating them on every wall. with a different cock. A murmur of “yes mistress” went around the table. One of the Emilys pulled back, spluttering a little, and panted “Louder, losers” before throating her cock again.

“Yes Mistress!” said the men, in unison, looking between the cube, with its hidden cocksuckers, and the walls. The Emilys all turned and shouted “LOUDER!” and the men shouted back “YES MISTRESS!” She smiled on all four screens and purred “Then put these in for me.”

There was a heavy thump as a bag dropped onto the cube. Matt tipped its contents out onto the table, and laughed nervously as four pink butt-plugs and a bottle of lube spilled out. After a few moments, he simple said “fuck it - I’m game. As he lubed it up, David passed a wink to John, across the table, and reached across to grab one of Matt’s butt cheeks. John got the idea and grabbed the other, pulling him into the table, and spreading him wide. Struggling not to drop it from the pleasure, Matt reached back, put the slightly pointed tip against his butt hole, and started to push. “Ah. Aahhh, Oww, A-AAaoooOOOOOOoaahhhhh ffffuckkkkfaaffffff!!” His eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed at the cube to prevent himself from collapsing. The other three grabbed their plugs immediately. Sifiso squired them each with lube, and after a brief moment of discomfort, David found himself almost blacking out from the intense pleasure. The feeling of the wet, sucking lips around his cock was now echoed by a deep pressure inside him, filling him.

“Mmmm. Doesn’t it feel good to have your BOY PUSSY stuffed full?” The screen flashed BOY PUSSY. PUSSY BOY. They didn’t need prompting “YESSS MISTRESS!”

“Are you ready to see who’s been making your COCK feel sooo good in that HOLE?” Words flickered. COCK. HOLE. COCK HOLE. “YES MISTRESS!”

"Good boys.” She returned to sucking her cocks. Words flickered, over and over. GOOD BOYS … SUCK COCK …. GOOD BOYS. SUCK COCK. GOOD BOYS SUCK COCK GOOD BOYS SUCK COCK

Suddenly, the walls went black, plunging the room into darkness, and a light came on inside the cube. The mirror glass now reflected inside, and the inhabitants were clearly visible to those within. The men simultaneously groaned aloud, and started fucking into the skilled mouths even harder. The sight of four men, shaved smooth and dressed in stockings and suspenders, set something off inside them. David stared down into the eyes staring blankly up at him, into their own reflection, and moaned “good boy”. The man’s mascara had run down his cheeks, and the pink lipstick had all but worn off from what must have been hours of sucking his cock. “Pretty little cocksucker” Sifiso grunted, beside him.

The men in the box had their hands cuffed to the wall, but David could see a giant puddle of pre-cum under each of them. They were all impaled on a shared 4-way dildo, which bobbed and plunged in a strange and unpredictable rhythm, as they each rocked back and forth while they sucked. David bet that it felt incredible.

Time passed. Eventually, Emily’s voice broke them out of their trance. “Having fun, boys? You’re really gooned out, aren’t you?” Slowly, David realised the voice had come from Emily herself, standing in the corner. He wondered how long she had been watching, and quickened his pace into the mouth, barely noticing that a line of drool spilled from his mouth and down his chest as he moaned incoherently.

Emily smiled and stepped forward, swaying on tall hells, circling the table twice, before coming to rest, right behind David. He craned his neck to try to see her. The others were all watching him. She pressed her body against his back, and her lips against his ear. “Don’t look at me. Look down. I want you to meet my boyfriend, John. Is he doing a good job, piglet?”

He was way too far gone to speak, so simply moaned his approval. Even had it only lasted minutes, it was the best blowjob he’d ever had, but John had been guzzling down his cock all night.

“Good,”Emily smirked. I bet you’d like to be that good, wouldn’t you? David moaned again. “Open your mouth.” He obeyed, almost fainting, yet again, as Emily pulled the plug out of his butt, and slipped it into his open mouth. “Suck, piglet.” He sucked, and felt Emily’s fingers slip into his butt, first two, then three. Finally, she was pushing in with four gloved fingers. It hurt, but it hurt so good. David’s eyes were open, but he couldn’t see anything. His eyes were rolled back in his head as he endured the almost-fisting. Bent over the table, he felt first Sifiso, then Matt, lean in and start licking at the sides of his neck. John bent over the top of him, and started licking and nibbling at his nape. David simply held on and tried not to pass out.

“Are my little piggies ready to cum?” Emily crooned, twisting her fingers inside David? “Oink for me.” The mouths licking at him started to grunt and squeal like pigs. He tried to focus his eyes, and found himself staring at the erratic dance of the 4 way dildo, plunging in and out of boy pussy. Emily’s gloved hand pumped his with its own rhythm, and her boyfriends throat around his cock had a rhythm of its own as well.

David had forgotten about the quiet whining sound of the goon machine. Until it stopped.

All sorts of things happened at once. Sifiso sunk his teeth into David’s neck, while the other two locked lips with each other, all three of them bursting into the mouths of their cocksuckers simultanously. Freed from the machine’s grip, the men inside the box exploded as well, most of them spilling into the puddle on the floor, but the man swallowing Sifiso’s load pumped jet after jet, splattering against the side of the box.

The buttplug dropped out of David’s mouth as his box boy throated him to the balls, and Emily pushed and twisted. “Good boy” she groaned in his ear. “Feed my boyfriend’s slutty mouth.” And with that David came, harder than he’d ever come before. Spasm after spasm sending hot jets of semen down the throat wrapped tight around his cock, his pussy clenching on Emily’s fingers. Just when he though he was done, he felt another wave of pleasure wash over him, and spurted another 6 or 7 powerful jets. The lights came up, turning the cube into a mirror again, as the men all collapsed forward onto each other, in a sweaty, panting, sated heap. The lips slid off him at the same moment as the fingers slid out.

“I knew you boys looked like fun,” Emily laughed, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she walked away. “Show yourselves out.”

Slowly, the men dressed. The pink circles were once again blocking the hole in the cube. “Do you think they’re still in there?” John asked cupping his hands against the cube and trying to look in, “or do you think there’s a hole in the floor?”

Matt laughed. “THAT’s the question you’ve got, after what just happened?”

“Hey, I like to know how things work, all right?”

They all laughed. Somehow, the exhaustion seemed to wash away any weirdness they might have felt. They parted ways at the door, shaking their heads and wondering if they would ever tell anyone about the events of the night, and if anybody would believe them. The pale hint of dawn was just starting to light the eastern sky when David arrived at his car, to find a pink paper shopping bag on the roof. Collapsing into the driver’s seat, he reached in and pulled out the contents one by one.

A pair of stockings.

A garter belt.

A women’s shaving kit.

Pink lipstick.

Mascara.