(My son's bullies fuck me) The arena where I became a joke (slut). P2

The rain was still pounding like a motherfucker when Yumi’s key scraped in the lock at 6 a.m. I was slumped on the cum-stained tatami, my hairy ass raw, Hiro curled up on the couch, passed out from crying. The sake bottle was empty, my gut churning with shame and Oni’s cum still leaking from my wrecked hole. Yumi stepped in, her umbrella dripping, her face tired from the Osaka trip. She froze, eyes locked on the TV flickering with the Arena of Shogun recap—my hairy body getting reamed by Oni, my pathetic moans looping for the world to jerk to.

“Takeshi, what the fuck?” she whispered, her voice sharp but shaky, like a blade about to snap. She dropped her bag, staring at my bruised, hairy frame, the tatami smeared with cum and sake. I tried to stand, my thick thighs trembling, but my voice was fucked raw. “Yumi, I… it was for Hiro’s tuition. ¥5 million. I fucked up.”

Her eyes flicked to the TV, then back to me, softening just a fraction. “You dumb bastard,” she said, tears welling. “We needed the money, but this? You let them make you a cum-slut on live TV?” She sank to her knees, grabbing my hairy hand. “I get it, Takeshi. We’re drowning in bills. But this shit… it’s killing us.” She was pissed, her face tight, but she didn’t scream. She just held me, her fingers digging into my calloused palm, like she was trying to anchor us both.

Hiro stirred, his eyes red, avoiding us. “I’m going to school,” he muttered, grabbing his bag and bolting into the rain. Yumi didn’t know about his attack on me, and I wasn’t about to tell her. Not yet. We cleaned the tatami in silence, the stench of cum and shame hanging heavy. Yumi didn’t bring up the video again, but her eyes said she’d never unsee it.

Hiro trudged back to Waseda, his judo-lean frame hunched under the weight of his teammates’ sneers. The judo club was a fucking snake pit now. His so-called friends, led by Kenji, the smirking prick who’d filmed Hiro fucking me, had turned on him. They’d seen the Arena clip, and Kenji’s video was spreading like a fucking virus—my hairy ass, Hiro’s rage-fueled thrusts, all over X for every asshole to laugh at. They called him “Cum-Slut’s Kid,” mimicking my moans in the locker room, shoving him into walls. Kenji, the team’s cocky leader, was the worst, his lean, tatted frame looming as he whispered, “Your dad’s a whore, Hiro. You his bitch too?”

Hiro tried to ignore it, focusing on his engineering classes, but the bullying got uglier. One day, in the gym, Kenji tripped him during a spar, grinding his sneaker into Hiro’s chest. “Suck my dick like your dad, bitch,” he sneered, the team laughing like hyenas. Hiro snapped. His fist smashed into Kenji’s jaw, sending the prick sprawling, blood spraying from his lip. The gym went silent, then erupted in shouts. Kenji scrambled up, eyes blazing. “You’re fucking dead, Hiro,” he spat, wiping blood. “We’re gonna make you and your slut dad pay.”

That night, my phone buzzed with a blocked number. A raspy voice—Kenji. “Takeshi-san, we got your boy’s video. Hiro fucking your hairy ass like a dog. Wanna keep Yumi from seeing it? Meet us at the old warehouse in Shinjuku, midnight. Or we send it to her and every fucker in Saitama.” My gut dropped. Yumi was already fragile; this would break her. I had no choice.

The warehouse was a shithole, reeking of oil and piss, lit by a single flickering bulb. Kenji and three judo pricks—Daichi, a stocky bastard with a shaved head; Riku, a wiry fuck with a scar on his cheek; and Tetsuo, a lanky asshole with a man-bun—waited in a circle, smirking. They wore tight tank tops, their cocks bulging in their jeans like they were ready for a gangbang. Kenji held up his phone, my and Hiro’s video looping. “You’re our bitch now, ojisan,” he said, unzipping his jeans, his 7-inch cock springing free, thick and veined. “Strip.”

I peeled off my shirt, my hairy gut and chest exposed, my thick thighs shaking as I dropped my pants. They laughed, circling me like wolves. “Look at this fat slut,” Daichi sneered, grabbing a lube bottle and squirting it over my hairy ass. Riku shoved me to my knees, my face smacking the concrete. “Open wide, cum-dump,” he growled, ramming his 8-inch cock into my mouth, gagging me as his precum hit my tongue. Kenji knelt behind me, spitting on my hole, still sore from Hiro and Oni. “Time to wreck this slutty ass,” he said, slamming his cock in, no mercy, stretching my hole till I screamed into Riku’s dick. The pain was fucking unreal, my insides burning as Kenji pounded, his balls slapping my hairy thighs. Daichi and Tetsuo jerked their cocks, laughing, spraying lube and precum over my hairy back.

“Fuck him harder!” Tetsuo yelled, his cock leaking as he filmed. Kenji’s thrusts were brutal, his dick hitting my prostate, making my traitorous cock harden and leak. I came without touching myself, spurting thick cum onto the concrete, my body shaking like a bitch. “This whore loves it!” Daichi roared, taking Kenji’s place, his thicker 9-inch cock tearing my hole wider, cum and lube gushing out. They took turns, each cock bigger, meaner, filling my ass with hot, sticky loads till my hairy thighs were slick, my hole a gaping, cum-dripping mess. They laughed, spitting on me, calling me their “personal cumdump bitch slave.” I was too wrecked to fight, my body theirs.

Weeks passed, and I was their fuck-toy, meeting them in that warehouse every few nights. My manhood was slipping—each brutal fuck made me crave their cocks more, my hairy ass twitching at the thought. I’d jerk off to the memories, hating myself but unable to stop. They thought I was just scared, but I was turning into their slut for real, my hole hungry for their cum. Yumi noticed my late nights, my bruised body, but I lied about “overtime.” Hiro was distant, barely speaking, drowning in his own shame.

One night, Hiro followed me, suspicious. He burst into the warehouse mid-fuck, my hairy ass in the air, Kenji’s cock balls-deep, Daichi’s dick in my throat, cum dripping down my hairy gut. “Otou-san!” Hiro screamed, his voice breaking. The bullies laughed, Kenji pulling out, my hole gaping, leaking their loads. “Tell him, Takeshi,” Kenji snarled, slapping my ass. “Tell him you love being our bitch.”

I looked at Hiro, my heart shattering. “Hiro, I… I like it,” I lied, my voice hoarse, cum dripping from my lips. “I’m their slut.” Hiro’s eyes widened, tears spilling. Kenji smirked. “You a bitch like your dad, Hiro? Prove you’re not. Fuck him. Now.”

Hiro froze, shaking, but the bullies closed in, their cocks out, taunting. Hiro’s face crumpled, but he unzipped his jeans, his 7-inch cock hard despite his tears. He sobbed, spitting on his dick and spreading my hairy cheeks. He rammed in, his cock burning my already-wrecked hole, each thrust a mix of pain and sick pleasure. I moaned like a whore, my body betraying me, loving the stretch, the heat of his cum-filled thrusts. “You’re a fucking slut!” Hiro screamed, tears streaming, pounding harder, his balls slapping my thighs. The bullies cheered, jerking off, spraying cum on my hairy back. My cock spurted again, a thick load hitting the concrete, my body shaking as Hiro’s dick hit my prostate. He came with a broken sob, his hot cum flooding my ass, mixing with the bullies’ loads, dripping down my hairy legs.

Hiro yanked out, his cock slick, and stumbled back, crying. “You’re a fucking monster,” he choked, staring at my cum-soaked body, my moans echoing in his ears. He ran into the night, leaving me on my knees, the bullies laughing, their cocks still hard. “Your dad’s our bitch forever,” Kenji sneered, shoving his dick back in my mouth. I sucked, my hole throbbing, my mind lost in the haze of cum and shame.

Hiro didn’t come home that night. I dragged myself back to Saitama, cum leaking from my wrecked hole, my hairy body bruised. Yumi was awake, her eyes red. “Takeshi, where’s Hiro?” she asked, voice trembling. I couldn’t tell her. Not about the warehouse, not about Hiro’s tears, not about my fucked-up craving for the bullies’ cocks. “He’s at school,” I lied, my voice hollow. But Kenji’s video was already online, and Yumi’s phone buzzed with a notification. I knew we were fucked.