New World Oral- Chapter 2
the second part in my series
Chapter 2
A Hairbrush and a Mirror
The long hard cock stared at Hogeil in his face; the big round pink cock-head a monument in front of his small blue eyes.
"Go ahead," the man repeated, his hands firmly gripping Hogeil's shoulders.
Hogeil plunged his body forward. He expected the cock and shaft to go deeper inside him, but realized as soon as he opened his eyes that he took more than half of it and he barely felt it in his mouth. Forming a circular shape with his lips, he gobbled more of the man's dick at a faster rate.
The man groaned and smiled down at Hogeil, one hand on his soft, tall ear and another on his delicate shoulders.
"Look at me," he commanded, and smiled slyly once his eyes met Hogeil's. Their innocent blue hue, their round spherical dimension. He began to thrust into his mouth, the entire shaft almost disappearing into Hogeil's mouth.
Hogeil groaned, out of discomfort, not joy. The shaft felt like a stick inside his mouth, a bizarre, sponge-like object that invaded his mouth. The head felt like a weird mushroom that kept lingering in his mouth.
What was he doing? He wasn't gay, nor did he like dick. He didn't enjoy being treated without respect either- but, he realized once again, he had no choice. He was outnumbered and outmatched and in a desperate need for money- he was hopeless.
But he kept sucking the man's cock. Shut his eyes, placed his paws on the man's knees and thrust himself forward quicker and sturdier, getting a mouthful of the shaft each time whilst the head remained inside. He heard sniggering but ignored it. This was humiliating enough.
A tickle. By his ass.
"What was that?" he ferociously asked, turning away from the cock in front of him.
"Never you mind," the man instructed, grabbed his head and re-stuffed his cock in Hogeil's drooling mouth. This time, however, Hogeil was angrily trying to break free from the bulging strength of the Human.
The tickling began, and he felt fingers near his asshole. The moments were fleeting, but inviting. And that's what Hogeil hated- how the sensation made his cock twitch, how his paws began coursing with excitement to make the man finish so he can get his ass played with constantly.
The man took his hands and placed them firmly on top of Hogeil's head, holding it in place. He quickly backed his out until only his head remained in the warm, soft mouth and began a very slow re-entry. The shaft began to enter at a very slow speed, the pink cockhead rubbing against the top of the mouth. A sudden salty taste subtly began to be in Hogeil's mouth.
A massive burst, with extreme force and in a large quantity, began to flood Hogeil's mouth. A thick, heavy liquid was sloshing in Hogeil's mouth and he was swallowing involuntarily, the salt forcing his face to change expressions from anger to annoyance. His eyes teared up and cum began dripping out his mouth and onto his knees and pavement.
"It wasn't a particularly good orgasm," the man noted to the rest, "It's a simple release but it gets the job done."
The rest began approaching Hogeil, zipping down their trousers. Their cocks, big and small, began surrounding him, slapping his face hard with thick, short meat or long, thin meat. He was overwhelmed, his mouth still dry with cum.
"That wasn't the deal," he whispered to himself as all he could see now in front of him was an array of cock.
"No it wasn't," the man replied, loudly. He lit up another cigarette, "Perhaps backway alleys with random men you don't know are not the place to strike such deals."
He placed his paws on his mouth and stayed there. Prying hands tried hard to rip them away from his fuzzy mouth, but he remained there, the tears now streaming from his eyes. He felt his fur being pulled at from all directions, his ears being groped and his ass inspected. He was really, truly alone, with no help. He never thought he'd get raped, at least not by Humans.
"Wait," the man replied, and Hogeil saw him tossing his cigarette out and approached the group as they dispersed, "I'm going to put him to work. Make me some money. Some real money."
The men picked Hogeil up and carried him around the corner and into a car, leaving a trail of cum and sweat behind him. He was whimpering. The big black car was bigger on the inside, but they pulled one over his head when they threw him in the boot.
"I'll take you to the boss first, see what he says."
"Shouldn't we make him look a little more presentable?" one of them asked, Hogeil darting his eyes from man to man.
"A hairbrush and a mirror will do the trick," said another man.
"Yeah, we'll give you some of Rion's stuff," the leader of the group continued.
The car sped off, Hogeil in the dark.