He attacks Steve

Oh, fuck this!

I threw myself at Steve, tackling him to the floor and punching him again and again in the face and... well, that was the plan. What actually happened was that I threw myself at Steve, dislodging him from the rubber cock and almost spraining my own cock in the process. The pain slowed me considerably; I threw a punch, which Steve caught easily. Being rather stronger than me, Steve rolled on top of me and pinned be to the ground; when I yelled and struggled, he reached up to grab the balls on the rubber dick, and squeezed.

I shut up.

Straddling me, both my wrists caught in one of his hands, drool dripping from his ring gag onto my face, Steve started stroking the rubber cock with long, sure strokes with his free hand. He teased and tickled while underneath him, I grew hard against my will. I tried to plead, but of course I couldn't speak with the gag; nevertheless Steve hesitated, seeming to pity me. After a moment, he seemed to get an idea; before I could react, he'd flipped me over, lifted me, and slipped my mouth around the rubber cock, so I was sucking my own dick.

I struggled, but I could only do so much; twisting or jostling too much would injure my own dick. I was pretty helpless while he grabbed the sides of my face and pushed me back and forth, forcing me to blow myself. I could feel the edges of the gag and my own tongue on my cock, and any screaming, crying or begging I did was just more stimulation.

Naturally, this incredibly sloppy blowjob didn't bring me much closer to cumming. With a growl of frustration, Steve lined up behind me, and suddenly, my asshole felt like it was on fire. Steve **** his considerably sized dick in to the hilt and thrust back and forth, rubbing my prostate each time. His thrusts **** my mouth back and forth over the rubber cock, so my dick was being sucked to the same rhythm that my prostate was being rubbed. I could see the logic -- Steve had found a way to get what he wanted that didn't involve him touching any dicks, and he was probably pretending my ass was his girlfriend's -- but that didn't make me feel any better about the situation. And I knew that Steve wouldn't come before I did -- external sensations were severely dulled by the thick rubber cocksleeve, so he could go all day unless someone touched the rubber cock on the other side of the pipe.

Eventually, despite my pain and disgust, it was too much. I tensed, ready to come and Steve, eagerly awaiting his prize, pulled me off my own cock and his, and flung me roughly aside. It was too soon; I hadn't come yet, and all stimulation was suddenly lost. But it was also too late to stop. Reflexively, I came anyway; there was no pleasure or release in the reflex, just a sinking feeling of emptiness as my cum sprayed across the linoleum. I sat up and tried to process what had just happened.

But my torment wasn't over, because Steve was thirsty. He wiped my saliva off the rubber dick and slotted it into his own mouth, sucking hard. I gasped at the sensations on my overstimulated yet unsatisfied dick, curling up as if I could protect it. When I crawled closer to try to stop him, he squeezed the phallus' balls until I backed off again, so all I could do was endure.

Until finally, he was satisfied. He pulled away, and we looked at each other, each contemplating what to do next.

I should get ****. I should attack him, or go for the other rubber cock; at least I'd get a meal out of it. But I knew it was pointless. He'd win. This was something we'd have to settle after Nikki was done with her little prank.

So I curled up in my blanket and tried to go to sleep.