Extra Toppings

Jethro had only been in Mount Two Timber for two weeks. He had moved here to get away, start a new life, but it wasn’t an easy road and the only job he could get was pizza delivery at Big Richard’s House of Sausage.

He had one last delivery for the evening and then he could go home, shower off the pizza scent, and relax for the entire weekend. He grabbed the pizza carrier from the back of his car and ran up to the house.

Ding dong!

The door swung open a crack, but no one answered. Jethro, hesitant, pushed the door open a crack and leaned in, “hello? Delivery.”

“Come inside,” said a gruff voice, “I’ve got my hands full.”

Jethro pushed the door open and stepped inside the house.

“You can put the pizzas down on that table. You’re earlier than expected, but I’ll be right out,” the voice said from another room. Jethro followed the orders and pulled two fresh and steaming sausage and pineapple pizzas out of his carrier and set them on the table.

“Thanks for setting those out,” said the gruff voice, “he’s here boys!”

“Huh,” Jethro started to ask what he meant when he felt a hand cup his mouth and small, furry, bare belly pressed into his back.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, your boyfriend wanted us to make sure you had a really good birthday,” the salt and peppered beard came into Jethro’s side-eye as the man leaned in and licked his ear. He smelled like bourbon. He whispered, “your safe word tonight is… Pineapple.”

Before Jethro could respond a ball gag was slipped over his mouth and locked in place behind his head. He was turned around as his shirt tore straight off his body, with a big tearing sound, and hung from tatters around his neck.

“Got it, boy?”

Discombobulated from the quick sequence of events, the sudden undressing, turning around to see nearly, what? Half a dozen? No, maybe a dozen men! Muscular, hairy, smooth, beefy, tall, short, but all gorgeous and they were each wearing matching leather zorro masks. They were shirtless, in jockstraps, holding leather straps, dildos, and… before he could soak them all in there was a blindfold over Jethro’s eyes and all he could do was nod.

In a flurry of flesh and fur Jethro was lifted up, his shoes and pants coming off in a tangle, and he found himself being tied face-up on a mattress. Jethro’s heart beat a little faster as he heard the group begin to talk and laugh in another room. All he could think was, “what the fuck just happened?”

“Who needs a beer? Should we just pass them around?”

“Come on bro, that guy is hot.”

“Pineapple pizza!”

“Who wants the first go at the boy?”

The discussion continued; he felt a hand on the bed and smelled the bourbon scent of the sexy bearded man who invited him in.

“Before I let someone in your ass, just remember: when your gag is out the safe word is pineapple. When it’s in, you can just reach up and tap the headboard twice, got it?”

“Whaa e appeni?”

“I’m going to need you to nod yes if you understand. When your gag is out the safe word is pineapple. When it’s in, you can just reach up and tap the headboard twice, got it?”

Jethro, confused, but intrigued, nodded that he understood.

“My name is Dirk. I’ll be right here monitoring things the entire time so that if and when you don’t feel safe, I’m here. Alright guys, let’s get things started right, bring in the twins! Fuck, how can anyone tell you apart?”

Jethro felt two bodies press into him from both sides. The one on his right leaned in to tease his nipple with his teeth and the one on the left breathed into Jethro’s ear, “look what he’s got here.” Jethro felt a light slap at his erection, making it bounce on his abs.

“What?” Said the other, with false surprise, “he can’t have that.”

“Tonight is about us, you don’t get to get off.”

Jethro felt a finger penetrate his ass, then another, and it was cold and slick as they lubed him up and stretched him out just enough. The bodies move around his available senses and into position. Jethro’s anus was thrust open in a soft bang as the first cock penetrated; simultaneously, the second slapped against his face, balls getting sweatier as the brushed across his cheek and chin.

“He’s really tight,” said one of the brothers.”

“Oh, yeah, we’ll fix that, it’s my turn,” the bed jostled as they switched positions.

The brothers cheered each other on as each one, in turn, unloaded into Jethro’s gut. “Yeah, bro, good job.” The twins voices faded as they exited the room.

“Checking in on you, things good,” Dirk asked.

Jethro nodded.

“Good, because this next guy has the thickest cock of the bunch.”

“Get that gag out of his mouth,” said a quieter voice, “I’ve got something better.”

The ball gag was unlatched and a thick musky scent filled Jethro’s nostrils as a used jockstrap was shoved into his mouth. It tasted salty, but just a little sweet. The man had clearly had a lot of precum before he had taken it off.

Then, with his legs stretched up and out to each side, he felt the weight of the next guy on his body along with some gentle pressure on his anus, rubbing slick circles of precum around the hole. There was a grunted release of air from the man as he pushed inside, stretching Jethro’s hole further than it had ever been. He moan nearly shot the jockstrap out of his mouth, but a hand clamped down on it, holding it in place.

Jethro saw stars and fireworks through the darkness. Jethro’s moans got louder and louder through the man’s cupped hand while drops of sweat fell down onto Jethro’s forehead. When he came the man’s thick cock stretched Jethro’s hole to his limits.

“Next,” yelled the man as he slid off Jethro.

“Can we flip him over,” asked another voice.

“Help me with these straps,” said Dirk.

Jethro was unstrapped momentarily, long enough for several hands to wrap around different areas of his body and flip him onto his stomach, and then strapped back down to the bed.

“Fuck yeah,” the guy said, “look at that sloppy hole. Is that only three loads so far, for real? Because he’s leaking.”

The new guy was quick to push into Jethro, holding him by the hips and digging into him. He held himself firm inside, wiggling back and forth gently, while his tool was striking Jethro’s prostate just right to make him squirm.

“He can feel my prince albert,” the guy laughed before rocking back and forth some more, “fuck, he’s still really tight though. I’m might cum quick.”

The guy pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed back in, all the way out, and back in, all the while holding Jethro’s hips in place just barely off the bed. He wrapped his feet around Jethro’s feet for leverage as he pushed harder. It took about four thrusts in this position and then Jethro felt the warm rush of cum fill his hole as the man collapsed, sweaty and hairy, onto him.

“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be back to fill up the other end,” the guy said as he slapped Jethro’s ass.

Two guys entered next. They pulled Jethro into a missionary position so that they could each take an end. One jackhammering him from behind while the other’s had a veiny cock that reached all the way to his uvula. The guy on his head end would pull out and slap his cock against Jethro’s face in regular intervals. They made it their goal to cum at the same time and Jethro felt his own cock twitch to near orgasm at the sweet taste of cum that filled his mouth as he swallowed.

The next guy was slender, hairless, but remarkably strong. He wanted Jethro to ride him from the top, bucking him up and down, rocketing his hips into the air. Jethro gripped the headboard and took every blow. When the guy was ready to cum he flipped Jethro back onto his back, spit in his mouth, and came in long gushes. Jethro could feel him pull out and wipe at the loose cum, pushing it back up and into his ass with a few more thrusts.

One after the other, men entered the room until Jethro lost count. He had no idea how long he’d been tossed around on the bed, spanked, spit on, dominated for hours.

“Alright, boy,” he heard Dirk say, “I think everyone has had their fill of you, I guess it’s my turn. You’ve been a trooper, haven’t needed your safe words once.”

On his back again, Jethro felt Dirk climb on top, the hair from his belly softly rubbing against his own fur. Dirk unlatched Jethro’s arms from the restraints and clasped them together, over his head, with one hand. With the other hand he guided his dick into Jethro’s drenched hole.

“I think it’s time to get that blindfold off. I want you to look into my eyes. Don’t look away, not even once. I owned you tonight, right?”

“Yes,” Jethro said, noticing his throat was sore and this was the first word he’d uttered since arriving. The blindfold retracted from his eyes and he did not need a lot of refocusing. The room was dimly lit, porn playing quietly in the background, and he could still hear the voices of the dozens of other men in the next room.

Dirk cuffed Jethro’s face, “Right here, look into my eyes.”

Jethro’s face stung a little with pleasure as he met Dirk’s eyes and locked in.

Dirk pushed inside Jethro and began to thrust, “you should know that I’ve saved up a weeks load for you tonight. I haven’t even touched myself once.”

Dirk thrust faster, harder, and his cock fit perfectly inside Jethro’s ass. His ample, hard and hairy, chest crushed into Jethro. Their sweaty, furry, bellies rubbing each other. Jethro could see the irises of Dirk’s eyes gently contract with each mounting penetration.

Jethro began to reach toward his own cock, but Dirk stopped him, “No, no, this isn’t about you tonight. It’s about us. You don’t get to touch yourself. Say yes Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jethro whispered, keeping eye contact the entire time.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” Dirk began to moan and then with a bone-aching thrust Dirk pushed into Jethro and simultaneously kissed him deep and long. Their tongues wrestling for control of each other’s mouths. Dirk’s weeklong load pushing the dozens of other loads in even deeper

“Hey, Dirk,” a voice came from the other room as a frat looking guy with basketball shorts and wavy hair came into the room. His bare chest had small dark nipples. He had one had scratching inside his basketball shorts, clearly free-balling, his bulge bounced up and down.

“Yeah,” Dirk pulled away from Jethro, but kept the eye contact.

“I just noticed we had a text from Greg’s boyfriend. It says that Greg is running late and will now arrive at 830 instead of 630. I’ve ordered a pizza to keep your energy up. It will arrive at 6.”

“Wait, what?!” Dirk jumped up and off Jethro, “who are you?”

“I’m, uh, Jethro,” Jethro sat up, “I’m here to deliver your pizza.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Umm, well, ballgag…” Jethro shrugged and pointed to his mouth.

“Fuck, what time is?”

“It’s 820,” the frat guy said.

Dirk bunched up a handful of clothes from the floor and tossed them at Jethro, “you gotta get out of here. Hey guys, we fucked up, get ready for another round! Take a pill if you need it.”

Jethro started to pull on his socks, but Dirk grabbed him from behind and ushered him, fully nude, out the front door. The door slammed behind him, his rigid cock bouncing up and down in the moonlit twilight, as he managed to thrust on his jeans. They hung on his hips just below a score of seventeen black marker marks.

“Where’s my under…” the door opened and a jockstrap was thrown out and landed on Jethro’s face. He pulled them off, smelled them and mumbled to himself, “these aren’t mine…”

Jethro saw car lights from down the street and, shoes in one hand, he rubbed his bare chest as he climbed into his car and made his way toward home.

He picked up the jockstrap from the passenger seat and smelled it one more time.

It did not smell like pizza.