The Basement Initiation (Patreon)

Author’s note: All my characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the adult characters.

I should have ignored the message. Or maybe not… depends on your perspective.

It came through Grindr a little after ten pm. No face. No soft words. Just a short order from a profile that called itself “The Group.”

“If you want to get gang banged come to this address. Blindfold yourself at the door. Don’t ask questions. Come alone. We are six. All older. All masked. You will be used. If you are a virgin, say so now.”

I sat on the edge of my bed and read it three times. I was eighteen. I had never been fucked. I had barely been touched. My hands were shaking when I typed back. All I could think about was hot daddies fucking me hard.

“I’m a virgin. I still want to come.” I was out of mind. It could be dangerous. But the devil on my shoulder talked louder. The horny devil…

The reply was immediate.

“Good. Wear something tight. Be here in thirty minutes. Do not be late.”

I got dressed. The black crop top that rode up when I moved. The jeans that made my ass look best. I told myself I could still leave if it felt wrong. I took an Uber and got out two streets away. The building was old. The side door was unlocked exactly like they said. I stood there with the black cloth in my hands for a long moment before I tied it over my eyes. The world went dark. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Hands grabbed me immediately. Someone strong shoved me forward. I stumbled and fell onto a thin mattress on the floor. The air was cooler down here and smelled like beer, old wood, sweat, and men. Several of them. Heavy breathing. The soft sound of belts and zippers. My heart was slamming so hard I felt dizzy.

“Blindfold’s good,” a deep voice said above me. Rough. Older. Completely in control. “On your knees. Hands on the mattress.”

I obeyed. Fingers hooked into my jeans and underwear and yanked them down in one motion, all the way to my ankles. Cool air hit my bare skin. I tried to close my legs. Large hands forced them open and kept them there. A thick finger pressed against my virgin hairless hole and pushed inside without warning. Dry. Demanding. I gasped and clenched hard around it.

“Fuck, you’re tight as fuck,” the same voice muttered. He worked the finger deeper, then forced a second one in, scissoring roughly. “You really are a virgin. This little hole’s never taken anything, has it?”

“No, sir,” I managed. My voice was already shaking.

A hard slap cracked across my right ass cheek. The sound echoed.

“Louder.”

“No, sir!” I screamed.

The fingers pulled out. I heard him spit into his palm. Then the thick, blunt head of a cock pressed against me. He didn’t tease. He pushed.

The stretch was brutal. My virginity out of the window. He was thick, heavier than anything I had imagined, and he forced every inch inside me in one long, heavy thrust until his hips were flush against my ass and I was shaking. A broken sound tore out of my throat. It burned. It hurt. It also felt like something I had been waiting for without knowing it.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch. First cock you’ve ever had and it’s already splitting you open.”

He started fucking me hard and deep right away, gripping my waist and dragging me back onto him. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the basement. I moaned into the mattress. My own cock was hard and leaking onto the mattress. Other men moved closer. I could hear them stroking themselves, breathing heavier.

“Look at that little virgin hole stretch,” another voice said. Older. Amused. “Destroy it. He wants it.”

Yes I fucking wanted it, this was my fantasy coming to life.

The man inside me fucked me harder. My arms gave out. My chest dropped to the mattress while my ass stayed raised. He didn’t slow down. When he finally buried himself and came, I felt the thick, hot pulses flooding me. He stayed deep, grinding, then pulled out. Cum dripped down my balls.

Someone else took his place immediately.

This one was meaner and faster. He shoved in while I was still open and dripping and started pounding me in short, vicious strokes. He talked the entire time. Called me a cheap toy. Virgin slut. A desperate virgin who had walked in here knowing exactly what was going to happen. I could only moan. My voice was already wrecked.

They kept coming.

One after another. Thick cocks. Heavy bodies. Hairy. Rough hands leaving marks on my hips and ass. Some talked constantly. Others fucked me in near silence. Every time one finished inside me, the next pushed in while I was still leaking. I lost count. I couldn’t see anything. My pleasure was only provided by touch. My hole felt swollen and used. Cum ran down my thighs and soaked into the mattress. My cock stayed hard the whole time, twitching, completely ignored. I was on the verge of an orgasm. My little dick was begging me to be stroked and milked.

I lay on the mattress for a long time after the last one finished. My hole throbbed. Every small movement made more cum leak out of me and run down my balls onto the already soaked sheet. The men didn’t leave right away. I heard bottles open. Low laughter. Someone said something about how tight I’d been at the start and how open and sloppy I was now. Another voice, deeper, said they’d have to go slower next time if they wanted me to last. I stayed still. My cock was still hard against the mattress, untouched, leaking steadily. One of them noticed.

“Look at that,” one mature voice said. “Little virgin’s still hard. Didn’t even touch him and he’s dripping.”

A hand slapped my ass, not hard, just enough to make me jolt. More cum slid out.

“He wants to cum so desperately,” someone else said. “After we’ve all used him. See if he can still get it up when he’s this full.”

Another slap on my ass. And another.

“Cum boy, milk that clit.” Another hard slap.

I touched my hard cock and the waves of the orgasm hit me like a tsunami. I moaned louder and came hard onto the mattress where I was gang banged.

“Yes virgin boy, stroke that shit.”

They kept talking. I listened with my eyes closed, blindfold still on, body shaking in small aftershocks. Eventually a voice told me to get up. I did. My legs barely held me. I pulled my jeans up over the mess. The denim stuck immediately. Cum soaked through in dark patches before I even reached the door. No one helped me. No one touched me again. They just watched me walk out, six masked older men, cocks still half-hard, the basement smelling like beer and sex and sweat.

Someone pulled the blindfold off. Light stabbed my eyes. I blinked and looked up. Six men behind me. All of them still had their cocks out, shiny with my ass and their cum. All of them were wearing masks. Batman. Captain America. Iron Man. Spider-Man. Two plain black ones. I couldn’t see a single real face. They were older. Forties. Built. Hairy chests. Thick arms. The kind of men who worked with their hands and live suburban married lives.

The one in the Batman mask talked to me.

“You did good for a virgin,” he said. Low. Rough. “We’re not done with you. You’ll get another message soon. Same rules. Don’t clean it out tonight. Sleep with it inside you. It’s good for your health.”

He nodded toward the door.

“Go home.”

I walked to the door with my head down, hole still leaking with every step. I was so full and about to leak.

Outside the night was cool. I stood on the sidewalk for a minute, legs unsteady, six loads of older men inside me, the smell of sex still on my skin. My phone buzzed.

“Same time next week. Don’t be late.”

I didn’t answer. I just started walking while calling an Uber. I already knew I would be there.