FabGuys.com forum: Liam’s Descent

By *lave4u400 OP Man
5 days ago

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Liam had always been the quiet one on the block. At 34, he was petite, slim-hipped, barely 5’7”, with smooth pale skin and an ass so round and perky that even baggy jeans couldn’t hide it. He was straight—or at least he’d always told himself he was. Girlfriends in the past, porn habits that never strayed from women. Until Joey moved in next door.Joey was impossible to ignore. Forty-five, 6’4”, built like a goddamn linebacker who never stopped lifting. Skin the color of dark mahogany, arms thicker than Liam’s thighs, and a deep voice that carried through walls.

They’d wave, exchange small talk about lawnmowers and weather. Then one humid Friday night Joey invited Liam over for “a couple beers to watch the fight.”Two beers became eight. The fight ended.

The bottle of bourbon came out.Liam’s head was swimming when Joey leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide, and said, “You ever wonder what it’d feel like to just… give up control for one night?”Liam laughed nervously. Joey didn’t.“Bet that pretty little ass of yours has never been touched the way it deserves,” Joey continued, voice low. “Bet you’d look real good on your knees.”Something hot and shameful twisted in Liam’s gut. He should’ve left. Instead he whispered, “Maybe.”Joey’s grin was slow and predatory.

“Go in the bedroom. On the bed there’s something for you to wear. Put it on. All of it.”The outfit was black fishnet—full-body, crotchless, the kind that left nothing to the imagination. It hugged Liam’s slim frame like a second skin, the diamond pattern digging faintly into his pale flesh.

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By *lave4u400 OP Man
5 days ago

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lWhen he stepped back into the living room, cheeks burning, cock already half-hard and eaking against the netting, Joey let out a low whistle.“Fuck. Look at you, baby. My little white slut.”Liam’s knees hit the carpet before he even realized he was moving.Joey unzipped. The cock that sprang free made Liam’s breath catch. Thick, veined, jet-black, and easily twelve inches—maybe more.

Already glistening at the tip.“Open,” Joey ordered.Liam did.The first push was slow, letting Liam adjust to the girth stretching his lips. Joey was patient at first—almost gentle—guiding Liam’s head, teaching him to breathe through his nose. But patience only lasted so long.

“Relax your throat, princess. You’re gonna take every fucking inch tonight.”It took twenty minutes of slow, wet, gagging progress. Tears streamed down Liam’s cheeks, spit ran in thick ropes from his chin, but Joey kept talking—filthy praise that made Liam’s cock throb untouched.“Good boy… that’s it… look at you swallowing daddy’s big black dick… knew you were made for this…”When Liam finally pressed his nose into Joey’s coarse pubes, the full twelve inches buried in his throat, Joey groaned like he’d been waiting years for that moment. He held Liam there, hips flexing in tiny thrusts, until Liam’s lungs screamed and his vision spotted.

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By *lave4u400 OP Man
5 days ago

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Then Joey pulled out, slapped the slick length across Liam’s tear-streaked face, and growled, “Bed. On your back. Head over the edge.”Liam scrambled to obey.Hanging upside down, throat turned into a straight tunnel, there was nowhere to hide. Joey didn’t ease in this time. He fucked Liam’s mouth like a cunt—deep, brutal strokes that made wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds fill the room. Liam’s hands scrabbled uselessly at Joey’s thighs. Drool poured up his face, into his hair. His own cock leaked steadily onto his stomach.

After ten minutes of relentless throat-fucking, Joey pulled out, flipped Liam onto his stomach, and mounted him without warning.The stretch burned. Twelve inches forced inside one brutal inch at a time. Liam sobbed into the mattress, fishnet tearing at the seams. Joey didn’t stop until his balls slapped against Liam’s ass.Then he fucked him like he owned him.Hard. Deep. Merciless. Telling Liam over and over that he was “just a hole now,” that “this pussy belongs to me,” that he’d “never go back to girls after this.”Liam came untouched—twice—screaming into the pillow while Joey flooded his guts with the first of many loads that night.

They didn’t stop until dawn.

Seven days later Joey texted:“Same time tomorrow. Bring that hungry little mouth. Got some friends who wanna meet my new toy.”

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By *lave4u400 OP Man
5 days ago

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Liam’s Ruin – The Second Weekend

Liam arrived at Joey’s house just after noon on Saturday, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. He’d spent the entire week telling himself he wouldn’t come back. He’d jerked off three, four times a day replaying the first night—Joey’s twelve-inch cock owning his throat, the brutal stretch of that first anal pounding, the way he’d sobbed “I’m yours” while cum dripped from his wrecked hole.

And every time he came, the shame only made him harder.He wore the fishnets again. Nothing else. Just the torn black netting clinging to his slim, pale body like a filthy promise. Joey had texted one instruction the night before:Door’s unlocked. Crawl in. Ass up. Face down. Don’t speak until you’re spoken to.Liam dropped to his hands and knees the second he pushed the front door open.

The living room smelled like sweat, , and sex already. Music thumped low—slow, bass-heavy trap that vibrated through the floor.Seventeen men turned to look at him.Joey stood in the center, shirtless, jeans open, that monster cock already thick and heavy against his thigh. Around him, his crew—fifteen more black men, all towering, all ripped, all stripped to the waist or less. Ages ranged from late twenties to early fifties. Cocks hung out already—ten, eleven, twelve inches of thick, veined black meat, most of them semi-hard and glistening with pre-cum just from watching him crawl.

“There's my little white fucktoy,” Joey said, voice calm and cruel. “Look at him, boys. Already leaking through the fishnets. Told you he’d come back begging.”Liam’s face burned. His cock—small, pink, painfully hard—bobbed uselessly between his legs, smearing pre-cum on the carpet with every crawl.Someone laughed. “Shit, look at that ass. Perfect little bubble. Gonna wreck it.”They didn’t wait.Four hands grabbed him at once—two on his wrists, two on his ankles—and they dragged him to the center of the room where a thick yoga mat had been laid out. Someone yanked his head back by the hair.“Open,” a deep voice barked.Liam did.

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5 days ago

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The first cock—easily eleven inches, uncut, girthy—shoved straight past his lips without warning. No warm-up. No gentleness. It hit the back of his throat in one thrust and kept going. Liam gagged violently, eyes watering instantly. The man didn’t care. He fucked Liam’s face like a fleshlight—fast, punishing strokes that made wet, choking gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echo over the music.At the same time, rough fingers spread his cheeks. Cold lube dripped directly onto his hole—then two thick fingers forced inside, scissoring brutally. Liam whimpered around the cock choking him.“Still tight after last week,” Joey observed, amused. “We’ll fix that.”They flipped him onto his back. Head hanging off the edge of the mat—just like last time, but worse. Joey stepped up first, gripped Liam’s jaw, and fed him all twelve inches in one long, merciless slide. Liam’s throat convulsed. Tears streamed up into his hair. Joey held himself balls-deep, grinding, letting Liam’s nose mash into his pubes while the room cheered.“Swallow it, bitch. All the way.”While Joey used his throat like a sleeve, someone else mounted his hips.

No prep beyond the lube already inside. A fat ten-inch cock speared into Liam’s ass in one brutal thrust. The stretch was fire—white-hot, tearing. Liam screamed around Joey’s shaft, the sound muffled into wet gurgles.They didn’t stop.The man in his ass set a vicious pace—deep, punishing slams that made Liam’s slim body jolt with every impact. Another cock replaced the first in his mouth the second Joey pulled out. Then another. They rotated—face-fucking him in quick, savage bursts while the man in his ass kept pounding.Then came the double.Two men—both packing at least eleven inches—lined up behind him. One lay on the mat, pulled Liam down onto his cock reverse-cowgirl style. The second knelt between their legs, pressed his slick head against the already-stretched ring, and pushed.Liam howled

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5 days ago

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The burn was unbearable. Two thick black cocks forcing their way into the same hole, stretching him beyond anything he’d ever felt. Inches disappeared inside him—slow at first, then faster as his body gave up resistance.

When both were buried to the hilt, balls mashed against his ass, they started moving—opposite rhythms so one was always slamming in while the other pulled out.Liam’s eyes rolled back. Drool poured from the corners of his mouth. His own cock leaked steadily onto his stomach, untouched, twitching with every brutal thrust.They didn’t let up.Triple penetration came next—two in his ass, one down his throat again. Someone straddled his chest, slapping his face with a heavy dick before forcing it between his lips alongside the one already there.

Two cocks in his mouth at once—stretching his jaw to the limit, sliding against each other, using his tongue like a runway.They spat on him. Called him every name.“White pussy.”“Cumdump.”“BBC slut.”“Broken little bitch.”Hours passed in a blur of sweat, lube, and cum.They flipped positions constantly—suspended between two men while a third used his throat, bent over the couch arm while four took turns in his ass, on his knees in the middle of the circle while they jerked off over his upturned face.By evening his hole was gaping—red, swollen, leaking a steady stream of cum and lube down his thighs. His throat was raw; his voice gone. Cum crusted in his hair, streaked across his chest, pooled in the fishnet diamonds over his nipples.

They saved the finale for after dark.They dragged him back to the center mat. Made him kneel. Seventeen cocks surrounded him—Joey’s twelve-incher front and center.“Hands behind your back,” Joey ordered. “Mouth open. Eyes up. Don’t you dare fucking blink.”They stroked furiously—grunting, cursing, hips jerking.

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By *lave4u400 OP Man
5 days ago

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The first load hit his left cheek—thick, hot ropes.

Then his forehead.

Someone aimed for his open mouth; cum splashed across his tongue, down his throat.

Another painted his closed eyelids. Rope after rope after rope—seventeen men unloading in waves.Cum dripped from his chin in long, viscous strands. It ran into his eyes, stung. It coated his lips, filled his mouth until he had to swallow

It dripped onto his chest, soaked the ruined fishnets, puddled on the mat beneath his knees.When the last man finished, Joey crouched, fisted Liam’s cum-soaked hair, and forced his head back.

“Look at me.”Liam’s eyes—glazed, red-rimmed, lashes clumped with semen—met Joey’s.“You’re not straight anymore,” Joey said quietly. “You’re not a man anymore. You’re our hole. Our cumrag. Our weekend bitch. Say it.”Liam’s wrecked voice cracked.

“I’m… your hole.”

Joey smiled. Slow. Satisfied.“Good. Now clean them.”One by one, they fed him their softening cocks—made him suck the last drops, lick the shafts clean, tongue the balls. Liam obeyed. Exhausted. Broken. Still hard.When the last man stepped back, Joey pulled Liam against his thigh, let the smaller man slump there, trembling, face a dripping mask of seed.“Same time next weekend,” Joey murmured, stroking Liam’s hair like he was petting a dog. “And next time… we’re bringing more.”Liam didn’t answer.He didn’t need to.His body was already aching for it.

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