Used by my colleagues part5

I had to choose between Celio and Cristian? Did I have to leave whatever I had with both of them?

It had been just over two weeks since the fight; Cristian had gone on vacation to another city. During those days, Celio didn't say a word to me, and the little he spoke was about work. I felt like he wouldn't look me in the face. Still, he continued to drive me home; the commutes were direct and had little conversation…

After those days, when I arrived at the restaurant, I saw my boss Tao and Cristian arguing…

I continued with my tasks and noticed that Cristian was no longer at the restaurant.

Tao: Guys, Cristian doesn’t work with us anymore. The fight with Celio the other day was already too much, and we can't tolerate more outbursts of anger.

They had fired Cristian! I was in shock.

That day, Celio wasn’t there because he had a day off.

When he returned two days later, I spoke with him in the kitchen…

Me: Hey Celio, about Cris…

Celio: Don’t talk to me about Cristian. The other day he went too far. He’s a brat who had already gotten on my nerves, so I talked to Tao.

In the following days, Celio was nicer to me. I guess knowing that Cristian would be in the restaurant affected him, and knowing that he wouldn’t be there relieved him.

I had been with the nonsense of not having sex for almost a month... which wasn't a problem for me, but after all these morbid situations, I was more aroused than usual. Every time I saw Celio—pfffff those arms, those tattoos, that masculine face—I felt like I was at 1000, but I didn't dare take the step to at least suck his dick haha.

It had been a week and a half since they fired Cristian. After work, I went to the subway, as I did every time Celio had a day off. I was waiting for the subway when…

Cristian: Hey Luis!!

Me: oh Cris, what’s up?

I got so nervous. I don’t really know why. Maybe because I thought he might think he was fired because of me or because of what happened.

Cristian: Are you going home now? I’m going back to mine, come if you want.

For some reason, I felt like it wasn’t a coincidence running into him at the subway just on the day Celio had off and he knew I took the subway, so this time I didn’t refuse at all. I directly accepted the invitation.

Upon arriving at his place, “if I could call it that,” Cris invited me to take a shower, so since I knew what could happen, I showered and cleaned myself very well.

Right after I came out of the bathroom… in my underwear.

Cristian: Get on your knees.

Me: What?

At that moment, he grabbed me by the neck…

Cristian: I talk, you obey, understood?

I simply nodded and got on my knees. Cristian put my hands behind my back and cuffed me. I had never been restrained like that!

He positioned himself in front of me really close. I could almost smell his package… and he put a blindfold over my eyes. I couldn't see anything! It was something I loved, but at the same time, it had me trembling.

While I was still on my knees on the floor, vented and cuffed, I heard him unbuckle his belt, take off his shoes, and lower his pants…

Cristian pushed my chest with his foot, pressing me against a wall right behind me… and that foot began to rub against my face.

Cristian: Do you like it?

Me: I love it.

He spit on my face at that moment and rubbed with his feet all over me; his feet smelled so good, it was a light scent but clean and pleasant… He put his foot in my mouth.

Cristian: Take off my socks with your teeth and be careful…

As I took off his socks, he shoved his foot into my mouth as much as he could while telling me to eat it like it was a dick… I was drooling; his feet were so delicious, what a shame I couldn’t see them because they were so beautiful, so masculine, and well-groomed.

After a while, he grabbed the belt and tied it around my neck like a leash…

Cristian: Let’s go!

He said as he pulled on the belt, forcing me to crawl.

Cristian: Lean your body on the couch.

I had been in that position before on his couch, so I knew how he wanted me to be—well leaned and with my ass up.

Cristian adjusted my underwear to make it fit like a thong and pulled it tightly to fit well between my cheeks.

He grabbed his socks and stuffed them in my mouth.

Cristian: This is better, with your little mouth always full.

While pulling on the belt, tightening around my neck, he started rubbing his package on me, slapping me harder and harder…

He gave me “the thong” to one side, spat, and started to stretch me, with his tongue, with his fingers, more and more fingers… I couldn’t stop moaning. I was in some sort of trance, feeling so, so horny, so nervous, so immobilized.

Cris started hitting my ass, my cheeks, my hole… pfff how hard it was.

He spat and started pressing in, almost without compassion, but if other times it hadn’t hurt, this time, he worked on my little hole even less… it slipped in easily; I felt how it opened me.

The bastard started to wreck me directly… I couldn’t stop screaming while I bit down on the socks.

Cristian: pffff dude, what a slutty ass, you like being used, huh, whore…

All this while pulling on the belt, almost choking me, he was wrecking my ass with his fat dick and spanking me.

Cris pulled so hard that he put me on my knees again.

Cristian: Sit there…

I was going to change my position from knees to sitting…

Cristian: Haha, not you… you stay on your knees.

Cristian pushed me forward to position me in the same posture, but this time I fell onto some thighs, hairy thighs… who was it? It smelled so good! It smelled like a brat; it wasn’t sweat, I wouldn’t know how to explain it… This person pulled the socks out of my mouth…

Cristian: I brought you a little present… what are you waiting for? Eat.

With my face, I started to search confusedly; I couldn’t see, my hands were behind my back, and I was getting very nervous… I smelled his groin, his balls, so much hair, I love that…

That person slapped me hard and shoved his dick in my mouth, pushing me deep… I was choking, what a dick! It was salty; I felt how it released so much precum.

A dick of about 18, 19, 20cm, uncircumcised, I don’t know; I only know that for me to take it all, he had to squeeze and force me.

Cristian: See? I told you he was a whore…

Cristian started to fuck me hard while the other was wrecking my mouth, and every time he pulled out to let me breathe, he spat and slapped me.

I was on fire from so many slaps and hits; I was sweating like never before—as if I was literally used…

Cristian pulled the belt again, lifting me to my feet, and with his hand, he pushed me to his armpit…

Cristian: Smell… do you like it?

I didn’t just smell; I started to lick, almost eating his armpit, the other guy too… how good it smelled; the bastards wouldn’t stop rubbing my face in their armpits.

After a moment, Cristian removed the cuffs… at that moment, the first thing I did was go to take off the blindfold, but I couldn’t.

Cristian: Tsss tsss, what are you doing!!! What are you doing, huh!

He grabbed me by the neck and forced me to lie on my back on the couch… with my head almost hanging off.

That guy started rubbing his balls and dick all over my face and started fucking my face.

I could finally touch myself; I needed it; I knew my dick would explode… the dude wouldn’t stop moaning while he fucked my mouth, and I touched myself. After a minute, I came; I couldn’t hold it any longer, and at that moment, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and came all over my face, the blindfold—everything! I knew it was him since Cristian’s dick is extremely thick… and this guy’s was longer.

Then Cris, with his dick, brought all the cum from my face to my mouth and fucked me until I started to feel his dick dilating more and filling my throat with cum…

Cristian: Ahhhh ahhhhh, pffff dude, ahhhh swallow, swallow, whore swallow…

When he took his dick out, I got up as best as I could, and this time I quickly took off the blindfold, and it was only Cris… I swallowed what was left to be able to speak.

Me: Cris, who, who was that guy?

Cristian: Did you like it? Haha.

I didn’t really know how to respond. Clearly, I liked it, but not knowing who he was or if I liked him—it’s strange.

Me: I don’t know, Cris, I felt…

Cristian: Used? And you’re going to tell me you didn’t like it?

I went to the bathroom to wash my face, acting indignant, though maybe I was genuinely indignant, but I couldn’t deny that the situation, at the same time, had me at 1000.

I got dressed, grabbed my things, and left…

Cristian: See you, huh!

What had just happened? I don’t know… the thing is, everything seems to be getting more complicated every time, and before, everything was calmer, but maybe that’s why I didn’t feel satisfied.