Cock Slave Pt 9

One after another the studs slid their cocks down my throat, put their hands on the sides of my head and rabbit-fucked me with my hand on my throat, feeling each of their cocks and cockheads slide in and out of my throat.
Part 8
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When I lived in a large one-bedroom, eat-in kitchen apartment on West 34th Street, my neighbor, Duke, was a hot, very handsome, tall, ripped, muscular Brazilian American stud with wide shoulders, narrow hips and blue eyes, who looked like Brazilian actor Marlon Teixeira and his hot Irish American boyfriend, Patrick, dangerously handsome, looked like a leaner, clean-shaven, red-haired, green eyed version of Jon Cor who played Chillblaine on the CW series, “The Flash,” lived in the studio apartment next door to me.
I saw Duke numerous times in the elevator and going into and out of his studio apartment next door, sometimes with Patrick, sometimes with one or more other men, noticing he had a huge bulge in his pants. I could hear groaning, moaning, grunting and headboard banging through the wall in my living room coming from the apartment as he fucked Patrick and other men.
One morning, Duke walked into the laundry room while I was folding my laundry to take his out of the dryer by the door. He commented, “You fold your laundry really well. I just throw mine in my laundry basket, then in my dresser drawers.”
I answered, “I learned how to fold my laundry like this at boarding school in Wales.”
He said, with a devilish smile on his handsome face, raising one eyebrow and rubbing his crotch, “I’ve heard that some men also learn to service cock at boarding school. Is that true?”
I smiled, licked my lips and said, “Yes, you heard correctly, with their throats and asses.” I walked over to...