Marvel Nights: Luke Cage

I've just been fucked when more of the group arrives. "What have we here?" a new voice asks. "Someone left this faggot bound to a tree for us. He had a sign around his neck that read a fuck toy to be used for your pleasure and entertainment. It sounded good to us so we've been using the toy for our fun. I'd bet you bunch of guys would like to join in." said the person that had just fucked me. With that, they began to loosen the ropes on my wrists. They turned me so that I was now positioned over the corner of the table. They retied my hands to the bench. Cum continues to leek from my freshly fucked hole. I wiggle my ass and stick my tongue out. I am inviting the new visitors to use me. I may have been well fucked but I am still craving cock and cum. I never seem to be able to get enough. "Looks like we've got a horny faggot slut here. Look at him. He's begging for more. Well boys, let's not disappoint." one of the new men point ou...

I couldn't stop thinking about the way things turned out at Amelia's apartment. Her surprise blowjob was constantly on my mind the next few days that I found it difficult to concentrate on work. My hand was healing up and I had removed the gauze and put a large bandaid on it. Several days went by where I was stuck in front of my desk and would go home extremely drained. I had no energy to go for a run even though I desperately wanted to see Amelia again. I chided myself for not getting her phone number. Even though I knew where she lived, I wasn't about to show up at her door asking for sex. That was super creepy. I decided to call in sick from work and go to the park and see if Amelia was there. I knew it seemed like a silly thing to do but I wanted to see her again. Also, I must admit that I wanted to fuck her. So, I woke up early in the morning and changed into the clothes I usually wore when I wanted to go for a run and walked over to the park. I saw several people al...

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LUKE CAGE Going from neighborhood to neighborhood in Manhattan can be a pretty wild experience. Me, I live up in the triple digit streets of Harlem, well out of the shadow of the high tech skyscrapers downtown like the Baxter Building or Stark Tower. You head across Lower Manhattan, to Chinatown and Little Fuzhou, you might as well be in the middle of Hong Kong. Herbal stores, noodle shops, discount electronics, laundromats, all decorated with kanji and dragons and pagoda towers or paifang arches. Chinatown got started as a conclave of Asian immigrants all forced together by circumstance, and the set tripping down here has been getting out of control lately. Cantonese vs non-Cantonese, Vietnamese vs Korean. Some Yakuza offshoot calling itself "the Hand" even built a goddamn feudal Japanese castle in the middle of a demolished city block that they called the Shadowland. The speakers in my sky blue hooptie are blaring "Express Yourself" as I speed the whole way down ...