He’d been caught! He had no way out … Damn! Standing face to face with the huge behemoth that was Herbert Hobson! Ex-military and gym teacher, now retired! 

“Sir, please let me go. I’m only a young lad. I don’t know the difference between right and wrong!” 

“Sure as hell son you shoulda thought about that before you came sniffin round in a man’s backyard!” 

Suspiciously coy, the delinquent pursed his lips together in a nervous disposition. The assertions made by the man were indeed correct. Why had he tried to steal his prized gnomes? Turns out they were carbon copy fakes anyway, so it was all for nothing!

“Yep, ol’ Rufus here never seen a pish posh garden show in his life! Let alone a razzle-dazzle auction. I picked him up from the ‘Buck n tuck’ store for a dollar ninety-nine, haha!”

The big burly man took a hold of the boy’s neck. His face beamed a distinguished crimson, one of anger and threat! 

“You ever seen a scat movie, kid?” 

The boy shuffled, attempting to escape his hold. Yet it was utterly useless in the tight grip of such a mammoth entity as Herbert!

“Er, whaaaatt, Scat? I don’t know what that is!”

“You sure gonna, boy!” 

He was as delicate as picking a daisy in the field as he thrust him over his shoulder. The boy kicked out pathetically as they went towards a door at the bottom of the pen that looked like something out of a horror movie! Gulp!

“Mr. I can do anything you want. I got money, you need money?! My poppa is a doctor. He can give you what you want!” 

“Haw, haw, haw, you truly are a dumb punk kid, ain’t ya?” 

He responded in a humourous tone. Rather like the prospector in toy story 2! Evil and all! Turns out going into a box like Jessie and the donkey was not a far cry away from what he had planned either! 

“Kid, if I wished for money, I would have asked for money! No, what I want is you! Your sweet little sunshine cake ass and that sweet little fairy cake mouth! Mmm, you my tender little puddin pie! Time for Herby to mix some nice gravy up insides of you! Ain’t that so Buckaroo!”

As they descended the steps, pictures of the darnedest and cutest boys adorned the walls. Creatures of purest form, Adonis’s, to say the least. One had markings on his face like that of face paint, camouflage, concealed from the world, born anew. It was brown.  

The boy knew not the faintest of what was happening. His head was a whirl. He had gone to topsy-turvy land! 

The air was thick with soot and smog, sulphur inspired, putrid, gross and consuming! Big, butch Herbert was used to it. He slung the boy over into what could only be described as a chicken coop, or a very large one at that. He rattled the door shut after and locked it in place. 

It suddenly went dark and quiet. Not with a whisper or scratch of even the daintiest mouse could sound out. The boy’s heart raced as fast as a rabbit in the headlights. 

Herbert crept towards an old TV set. It was like something from the 90s. It had a dual VHS combo beneath. He pressed the play button and an old vintage film reeled. 

The boy’s eyes lit up. It was ‘Scat Attack’ but he didn’t know it yet. It was one of the most extreme vintage scat films to come out of Mexico in the early 90s! Apparently, the actor in it agreed to the ‘pig toilet’ scene, but it was always just rumoured. 

Herbert hauled his great bulk of a body down onto a chair that was placed just left of the coop! He fetched a cigar from his pocket and, after lighting it, let out a big groan in anticipation. He was already swelling in his loins. He was horny as fuck!

A young Mexican boy of about 19 appeared on the screen. He was held at both his wrists by two older gruff men who walked him to what appeared to be a man made hole in the floor. They shunted him forward. He lost his stepping and fell right in. In haste for the event, he let out a screech in his predicament. The camera zoomed in, capturing his expression. That of dread! 

The boy grimaced as the scene unfolded. He rattled the bars to the coop, but to no such avail. Herbert laughed. He adored toying with the fragile mind of an innocent, yet cocky youth! This was a lot of fun alright! 

Back on the screen, the beautiful, young Mexican lad cowered and brought himself into a ball like position. His arms and hands wrapped round himself tightly. He’d agreed to his, right? He was getting paid!? 

Suddenly one man barked at him to lie spread eagled. He was naked, of course, his little weiner all shrivelled and small like that of a snail retreating into its shell. On either side, 6 men came into the frame. They were completely naked. They squatted down so their asses and assholes had the perfect aim to shower the boy with what was to come. Then the lights dimmed and a spotlight above the boy came on! 

Our little gnome stealing imp knew not where to look. His eyes, we’re poisoned! He watched in disgust as 6 large Mexican men began shitting all over the boy in the hole. He had never even imagined such a thing existed. He was rather the innocent coward when it came down to it. The shit was thick; it was heavy and log after log cascaded down upon the Mexican cam slut. He was instructed in Spanish to keep his wailing to a minimal. It sure was one big heavy peppering of shit. 

But hey this was ‘scat attack’ he knew what he’d be letting himself in for. Worst still was the sudden piercing notion of what Herbert may have in store for him, just like it! Abject fear spread inside his mind at the idea. Surely not, surely it wasn’t to be? Yelp! 

The itty-bitty boy, eyes bulging like a fat wallet full of cash, gazed in abject horror at the screen as more men took to shitting on the boy! Big Herbie Hobson had other ideas in mind! He wished to shake it up a bit, give the joy of another angle. He stood up and fetched up inside an old wooden cabinet! 

“Sure as Annie, we ain’t gonna be watching the musical Annie, boy! Not one iota! By endz of your time here you gonna be wishin you was a little orphan to tell truth! With no mamma n no papa to console yar little hearts!” 

The boy grimaced and rattled the cage with both hands. A huge vase fell off the top of a unit just next to the side of him. It split into a hundred pieces, with its contents, dimes and quarters sprawling all over the floor.   

Hobson stepped back, he put his face upto the cage,

“Now look what you gone and done! That vase there’s been an old family heirloom for generations! Ma great Grand pappy boughts it back from Indonesia after the Boer war! You jus gone an offended a war hero in spirit, not to mention the price value of such a beautiful piece of art!” 

The boy shook like a nervous little jitter bug! He was Pinocchio in his cage with nobody to save his sorry little ass! Everything and all of a terrible physical energy rattled and encapsulated its way through his lithe body. Like a witch possessed with a potion. A piercing viper, headstrong in the onslaught, pouncing upon its vulnerable target, the wrath of a serpent. A sinister and unduly sense of darkness enveloped him. Oh no! 

“Help, help, help!” he balled out in rabid aggression. Yet it was to no sweet avail. They were well protected in the depths of Hobson’s dungeon!

“That’s 2 things you have offended my honour with now, kid! I think another vintage viewing is in order. You thought ‘Scat Attack’ was hardcore, then think again. You ever been privy to underground Japanese scat pornos!? Hell, they truly are the monsters for humiliatin a couple o’ bozo punks!” 

He ejected the film to the boy’s salvation, acting as a momentary glance of fortitude! Before the film reeled, Ol’ Herbie took his pants down in one swift movement! His big dick, gigantic, popped out and being at half mast bowed to him, almost winking in passion! 

“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! I got a real hankering to take a leak. Haw haw haw! It like aunt Sally making a fresh fruit cobbler n all!” 

He sent a wicked spray of rancid, yellow piss all over the boy’s face. He took extra special care in painting his rosy chops with the acrid urine! It sure a fun! 

“Ohhh, it smells just like chicken soup! Just perfect for the boy in the chicken coop! Haha!” 

The boy knew not where to shuffle. It was too late by now, as what was gallon after gallon of ripe piss reigning down on him! 

“Open your mouth and take the last drops, pretty boy! You are lucky I didn’t make you drink the whole darn lot! It is cruel of sorts! I’m not a monster, you know!”

He did his best, that cute little tongue as soft and as pudgy as a pillow stuck right out! A golden cask of what was once beer enriched his tastebuds! It was horrendous, yet fortunately for him, Herbie shook the last remnants off from his mammoth shaft. Then the film began. 

A jumble of incoherent Japanese voices could be heard. The screen was black but beneath the translation written for our kindly American viewers wishing to understand what was happening! 

“Ugokanaide kudasai! Ugokanaide kudasai!” A strong, gruff Tokyo accent commanded. The literal translation was “Don’t move, don’t move!”

2 spritely eyed little Japanese twinks were on their backs, legs folded to an almost vertical degree, and held in ankle cuffs by chains that came down from the ceiling! Being such porous and agile little things meant their flexibility was perfectly akin to preparing them! 

They had ball gags in their mouths to shut up any whining that may escape in the procedure. It was an industrial warehouse, somewhere in a seedy down-town location in Tokyo! It was much understood that westerners were never to be involved in the secrecy of Far East porn flicks! No, it was the bread and butter they liked most. High honour was paramount in the ceremonial initiations of full-blooded Japanese males only!  

A man with a surgical mask on and a nurse’s apron came into lense. He had a can of shaving foam and a side medical plate with a razor and some luke warm water! He shook the can and then let squirt out copious amounts of the substance right onto the naked, exposed bottoms of the pair of unfortunate souls! Right over the tender, soft as velvet cracks, the surgeon began delicately to shave all over. He glided up and down either sides of the cheeks. He did so in a methodical fashion, every so now and again tapping the instrument into the dish of water to relieve any excess foam and hair he had collected! Japanese twinks already because of lack of testosterone after years of being exposed to soy foods, naturally had much less bodily hair than western male counterparts. Yet, as it may, the subjugation of their senses needed to be enhanced by turning their sweet little pussy holes into fresh as strawberry nodules! After all, it would make it even more inviting for the main course that lay ahead! 

Not long after, the surgeon finished. He poured over a couple of jugs of water. He then took a towel and thoroughly wiped dry the asses of the two boys. He made sure he got right between the cheeks to make a perfect show of sights for the viewer of two prettily shaven Japanese tushes! He then took a set of tweezers and the camera swooned inwards so one could clearly see the beautifully shaven rose buds of one boy. He want finished, not at all! 

“Ke o nukanakereba naranai!” He stated with a chuckle. This translation meant, “Have to pluck the hairs!” he continued under his breath and said “Ichiba no sushi no yō ni shinsen” which hilariously, in light Japanese humour, wrote in a subtitle as ‘fresh as Sushi in the marketplace’ 

Herbie let out a loud howl at this! He huffed and puffed on his cigar once more as he balled into laughter. Yet now he was gripping his Star Wars Death Star sized dick as he went! It pulsated in the darkness! The dark side unleashed! 

Some authentic Japanese music rolled, and the camera at this focal point swayed to the front, a sight to behold in the expressions of the pair of emasculated twinks! They both had short, cropped black hair. One of them had an earring in that gave him a faggy little queen look, whilst the other had his hair tied up top in a bun, with a mini pony tail going backwards. It had been fun enlisting them into accepting parts in the deranged porn. The producer, Mr. Yakizaba, had said he wanted a straight actor and a homosexual one. It would, as he imagined, set a little more garish tension into the act. A power struggle of sorts. Would the homo boy be more receptive? Would the straight one hate it! They had agreed to such a lewd piece of art being created. They were both poor and were desperate for the money. Everybody was happy! It was underground, to say the least, certainly compared to the utmost lameness of American productions. 

Our boy, by now, was thinking seriously how on earth he would get out of this situation. Could he offer the monstrosity of Herbert a deal breaker!? He’d tried the money card already, so would escape at some point be his only vantage point! Not likely. The bars in the coop were bolted onto the floor. Right now, he was a sitting duck! All he had were his thoughts, his terrible thoughts of fear. Yelp! 

Part 2 of the film reeled! The scene opened with the camera panning upon the two naked specimens on a matt in a doggy style position. Their cool as a cucumber, bums were directly in opposite of one and other. Mr. Yakizaba had informed them that for the best laid plans, they would not need to be restrained. After all, for what lay ahead, a good bit of bodily jostling and swaying would be a necessity to bring the act to pass! 

Just prior to the day, he had instructed them to eat a rich diet of spinach & high fibre cereals! They knew what they’d be doing, they just didn’t quite know how it would play out. A director knew that ‘setting a tone was beneficial’ it allowed thought and reason to develop. He knew that a humiliating moral dilemma of an extra bit of spice would be a concoction one needed to be expansive. A bit of fear of unknowingly what was to come went a long way in creating such a sordid and splendid affair!

Behind the camera, a gallery had been built. Several Japanese men sat talking and chortling with one an otter! It was quite the spectacle! Then the lights dimmed, all was quiet at that moment a degenerative energy emitted around the room! Both hearts of the boy’s was one of anticipation! Both their asses had been prior lathered in baby oil, just as though they were cattle at a meat market, or sex slaves in the Roman Empire ready to be sold. 

At once the narrator began, he said in passion “Makisushi e yōkoso” literal translation ‘Sushi Rolls!’

A round of applause rang out in the room, much to the dismay of the pair of freshly shaven twinks on show, who gritted their teeth in adrenaline soaked anticipation. 

With that, a long, transparent cylinder tube made of Perspex came into view. A man with a mask on put the end of it right up next to the nostrils of the boy with the ponytail. 

“Nameru nameru” he commanded. This meant, “lick, lick” in English. He thrust his tongue outwards and wetted the end of the cylinder. He ran it in and around the ends as though it were a chocolate dream egg and he was getting the fondant insides. Yet there was nothing there, which didn’t give too much of a kink vibe. Yet that was the purpose. Mr. Yakizaba, in jumbled Japanese, clarified that each boy was to make love to the instrument that would defile them. Doing so before, and after the event, would enlighten their spirits and make them thankful for their journey. A wondrous piece of inanimate equipment beheld the connection between their physical states and their emotional ones. It would bind them both into degrade and servitude, it would be as an anchor to make them and destroy them, simultaneously.  

Meanwhile, another masked man had lathered up the earring clad twink with lashings of lube. He didn’t care for delicacy one bit, and it wasn’t long before he had four fingers up in side his tight hole, prodding and plying as he went, creating a well-oiled boy pussy was his aim! 

“Anata wa geidakara mondainai” scrolled across the bottom of the screen! Our favourite boy in the coop was distraught as he read, “You are a gay boy, so no problem.” He came to the distasteful conclusion of what very well may take place! Vice versa, he was given the licking duty whilst the other boy had a handful of gelatinous-goo slapped upon his own pretty little shitter! This time and with laughter from the gallery, Mr. Yakizaba said ‘Anata wa sutorētona otokonokonanode ōkina mondaidesu’ translated too ‘you are a straight boy, so big problem’ 

He had been told prior by the slut to be that he had never even entertained a pinky finger up his cunt! Yet he needed the money so badly. He’d turned to drugs and a lower end faction of the yakuza gang had said unless he paid off the debt he would have his hands chopped off. He really had no other choice than to offer himself up! Either that, or never again would he ever be able to wank! How terrible, indeed! 

Herbie was salivating at the mouth. Saliva dripping down the sides. He was in ecstasy! Our boy felt polarised meanwhile, shocked at the images which lay before him on the screen. 

Now that both the boy cunts were sufficiently drenched in lubricant, the time to come was now! The pony haired one, being straight, had an awful experience when the fingers went in, as you can imagine! 

“1 and 2, buckle your shoe, 3 and 4, fingers some more!” 

Subtitled on the screen! It was certainly a humorous tale, to say the least. Mr. Yakizaba had a keen eye for detail. A good bit of comedy, wrapped up in salaciousness, always gave grace to a great production! You just had to be innovative sometimes. 

The two of them, both in unison, yelped as the hollow, transparent tube made its way to either ends of their dainty holes! On either side, two masked men began instructing them to ‘relax their cunts’ Imagine having not only a dildo for the first time being thrust up inside your newly de-virginised boy hole, but a hollow tube instead! The edges sure hurt tenfold! It was a tricky endeavour to say the least! After about five minutes and perpetual moans and groans to match, the men had got the phallic object to fit in place. 

It was an abundantly wondrous sight to behold! To gorgeous, Japanese twinks, writhing and moaning between one and the other as they tried their hardest to accommodate the massive tube up their once clean as a whistle bumholes! Perspiration painted their skin! 

“Ahhh, ohhh, mmm! Nooo, ah, ah, ah” emanated around the room. The gallery was in gasps at the folly of the two boys’ very precarious predicament. The tube was held upright just enough as the two of them were ordered fiercely by Mr. Yakizaba to bear down! 

“Down twinks down! Bear down you pair of scat sluts. Allow the pressure to melt up insides of you, hold it in, do not dare to evacuate.” 

It was a stunning scene, and for five minutes the two heavily conjoined twinky’s writhed like little mermaids as the rest of the room gazed on in excitement and glee! There sure were a fair few hard Japanese man-cocks in the room right now! Just amazing! 

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An hour or two later, Jonny and Jez emerged smiling and chatting from their four-way sex session to put me in one of the dog-shit sacks, just like they’d promised. 

Of course, I was still standing like they’d left me, naked, handcuffed, gagged and attached by my balls to the post next to those stinking sacks.  Jez looked me in the eyes and then gave me a hard kick in my tied-up balls.  I doubled up as he started to untie me, taking care to smack my swelling balls with the rough rope as he did so .  “Listen, cunt”, said Jonny as he pointed to the biggest and foulest of the sacks, “We’re going to release your hands so you can use them to half-empty that dog-shit sack.  Make enough space to climb into it and into the skank that’s left in it – that sack’s going to be your sleeping-bag for tonight …”.  Jez untied my hands and pointed to the sack.  On closer inspection, I could see that most of the dog-shit bags in it had burst during the hot days. 

I stared at that disgusting sack.  “You can wank using all those dog-turds”, laughed Jonny, “You’d enjoy that, cunt”!  “It can’t wank”, said Jez, “Its dick’s full of fucking spikes”.  Then he kicked my ruined dick and blood spurted out of it in several places.  I shrieked through my gag.   The boys high-fived and told me to get on with it. 

I reached for that sack and I picked out with my bare hands mounds of rotting dog-shit.  When I’d emptied the top three feet or so, about half of the sack, Jonny told me to put my head and shoulders inside.  Jez explained “Mr Eric had decided that you’ll get this sack-punishment tonight.  He decided not to put you in the sewage tank because he doesn’t want you to drown yourself and miss tomorrow’s punishments, so he said to leave you in a sack out here”. 

“Get further into that fucking sack”, Jonny commanded, “put your head into that shit, cunt!” Then Jez picked up the whip Jules had used on me earlier and slammed it down on my shoulders.  I yelped and started to climb deeper into that dog-shit sack. 

As soon as I put my head in the sack, I started coughing from the stench.  They kicked me, whipped me, and beat me with sticks, until my head and shoulders were right inside.  Then, they put on tough protective gloves, put me back in tight handcuffs, and bent my legs right under me, pushing my feet almost up to my face.   

Cramp started at once, but Jonny and Jez certainly didn’t care about that.  Now, only my ass was sticking out of the sack and my head and feet were both right in the dog-turds in the bottom half of the sack.  I felt movement around my head and face.  The shit seemed alive.  I realised suddenly that the turds were infested with thousands of maggots which started to crawl all over me.  Maggots entered my eyes, nose and even my mouth.  I screamed in horror.  The boys looked in and laughed out loud – Jonny took a photo to show Eric.

Jonny and Jez then lifted the sack so my face and feet sank further into the stinking heaving mess and they used gravity and brute force, along with the sticks and whip on my sticking-out ass, to push the rest of my body in and more or less close the sack.  Finally, they lifted the sack, full with me and with maggot-infested dog turds, and attached it to a hoop at the top of the post, leaving me swaying.   

“You’d better hope you die tonight, cunt.  You’ve got so much pain and torture from us tomorrow and then you’ve got those men and their dogs”, laughed Jonny. 

I spent the whole night with my head in dog-shit, tortured by cramp, in pain everywhere but still in the worst agony from the barbs in my dick and from my destroyed nipples and my burnt and disfigured left ear.  I felt the maggots as they crawled out of the turds, over my face and into the remains of my nipples and my many other open wounds.  

Hours later – it seemed like weeks of torture in that sack – I heard footsteps.  I heard Eric saying “Pull it out by its balls, like it did to me when I was in its fucking cage”. 

My dog-shit sack was dropped on to the gravel path, pushing my face even deeper into the maggot-infested shit, and then it was pulled open.  Jonny tied a rope around my balls and simply yanked me out by them.  Eric heard me scream from the acute terrible aching pain from Jonny’s brutal tugging and made it worse by caning my rope-crushed balls as I emerged backwards out of the shit-sack.  At first, because I was so tightly packed into it, the whole sack moved with me.  “Fucking cunt, extra caning for that – help Mr Jonny pull you out”, Eric ordered and, as he did so, caned my left testicle so hard that I thought it must be destroyed (but it was still there, disfigured and swollen).  I eventually managed to wriggle backwards a bit and Jonny pulled harder.  With painful jerking motions, I finally broke free of that sack. 

My balls felt as if they were going to explode.  My left one was in total agony.  My dick was continually tortured by the spikes.  I screamed as I suddenly uncramped.   

As soon as I emerged, as an “extra punishment for the cunt”, Jonny got a sharp stick and started to poke around the holes where my nipples had been.   

“Fuck, the cunt stinks”, said Jules, and he went with Jez to get the jet-wash to use on me.  Jonny stayed behind to torture me, putting the sharpened end of his stick right under the remains of the dark skin which had once surrounded the nubs which Eric had cruelly burst and then removed with pliers yesterday.  I screamed and shrieked through my gag but Jonny just smiled as he dug into me more. 

Eric pulled off my gag: “nice night, cunt?”   

I knew I had to find some words in the midst of Jonny’s tortures: “Thank you, Sirs, for taking the trouble of putting me in the dog-shit sack for the night.  It was thoughtful, Sirs.  It was a punishment I deserved, Sirs”.  Eric kicked my burnt and torn ear and then told me to lick up the piece of dog-shit that came off on his boot.  “Filthy cunt”, said Eric as I licked.  Jonny kept digging with his stick into my chest, gradually ripping off most of what remained of my dark nipple-flesh. 

Jez and Jules emerged not just with the jet-wash equipment but also with a big bag of rock salt.  Eric watched and smiled as all three boys put on thick gloves and rubbed that rock salt, hard lumps of salt mixed with small sharp stones (designed to stop cars slipping on the road), into my open wounds.  They gave me a rub-down with that rock salt and pushed it in where my nipples had been, and vigorously over the whole of my pierced dick, over my cut scrotum, relishing my obvious agony when they rubbed it hard into my left ball.  Jonny turned me over and used his stick to re-open some of the cane stripes on my ass to rub the salt right into them.   

They watched as I writhed on the ground screaming and begging incoherently for them to jet-wash me or kill me.  They stood over me and watched the effects of their salt-torture, smiling and chatting.   

When the worst of the pain started to die down, Eric told them to repeat the punishment “more vigorously this time : the cunt deserves it”.  This time they made a point of tearing the soles of my feet with their sharp canes and rubbing the rock-salt in the new wounds, to make the dragging punishment they were planning with the quad-bike even worse. 

After another period of screaming and writhing, they stood me up and jet-washed me.  Jonny re-cuffed me and attached my wrists to the back of what had once been my quad-bike, intended for dragging Eric.  “Jules wanted a go driving this”, said Eric “so I suggested he should drag you along behind him to punish you”, said Eric.  “You left your garden full of stinging nettles, brambles and thorn-bushes, just for me, cunt.  Big mistake!  Jules is going to pull you up and down, again and again, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast – he wants to clear all that stuff and you’re going to help him, whether you like it or not, with your naked body dragging behind him.”   

Jonny used a rope to attach my handcuffs about two metres from the back of the quad-bike.  He had wanted to attach me by my balls but Eric said “Nah, its balls will come off if we do that and I said we’d leave them for the boys tonight and their dogs.  Don’t worry though.  It’ll dislocate both its shoulders so it’ll be in fucking agony, and the nettles and brambles will torture its dick and balls non-stop …” 

Eric then turned to me: “Another punishment for you, cunt.  Thank Mr Jules, cunt.  Thank us all, cunt!” 

I shook with fear and pain: “Thank you, Sirs, for tying me to the back of this quad-bike. Please punish me with it, Mr Jules, Sir, to get revenge for what I did to you in my dungeon.”  I hesitated and Eric slapped me hard on my half-destroyed ear making me fall over.  Then he kicked me in the ribs “Thank me and Mr Jonny for tearing off your nipples, you ungrateful cunt!”  “Thank you, Sirs, for destroying my nipples and torturing me, Sirs.  I don’t deserve nipples, Sirs.  You were so right to destroy them, and I’m glad that slowly crushing them with pliers turned you on, Mr Eric, Sir.  Thank you, Sir”. 

Jules started the quad-bike with a terrifying roar, but at first he decided to go slowly – he shouted at me from the wheel: “Mr Eric wants you to experience all the different things slowly, cunt – I’m going to drive slowly.”  Jules smiled broadly and continued:  “Mr Eric and Jez and Jonny will whip you if you try to avoid any nettles or brambles.  We want to see you go through the middle of the nettles and brambles, cunt.  I’ll go faster later, which’ll be torture for you because I’ll make sure you dislocate both your shoulders, then I’ll finish up at the big roll of barbed wire you left in the far corner, so you can be tightly bent over it and we’ll take turns flogging you!” 

Jules was as good as his word.  He enjoyed driving the quad-bike, but especially he loved making sure he was torturing me.  We went at walking pace backwards and forwards through tall thick nettle-patches and straight through a bramble bush.  He didn’t stop when I fell, so on several occasions he just dragged me along on my front, tearing everything from my toes to my forehead, including one place where some thorns got caught in the hole where my left nipple had been destroyed and ripped off some of my chest-skin, which made me collapse and get an extra whipping, aimed at my face, from Jonny.  Jules yelled with delight when my cock and balls were ripped open by brambles or stung horribly by bunches of nettles.  Jez and Jonny used whips on me continuously, hitting me anywhere, and Eric used a long cane – “Get up, cunt! Straight through those brambles, cunt, I’ll beat your ass to shreds if you try to move an inch out of the way …” 

After half an hour or so of this torture, and several circuits and crossings of what had been my wild garden, Eric told Jules “Make the idle cunt run now – plenty of sudden accelerations – listen out for the screams when its shoulders give way and then give it all you can.”  The engine roared.  I was jerked sharply forwards and had to sprint for about 20 metres.  Then Jules turned the quad-bike through 180 degrees at speed and without warning.  I lost my balance.  He accelerated again.  An unbelievable burst of pain from my right shoulder made me fall and Jules dragged me along the gravel path and back into the remains of the nettles.  He slowed and I forced myself to get up, but his next acceleration yanked my other shoulder and the quad-bike dragged me a few more metres until I fell, a mass of pain, on to the remains of the thick bramble hedge which I had repeatedly flattened in the slow part of the quad-bike punishment. 

Jez, Jonny and Eric came over to me, lying on the ground when the quad-bike finally stopped and stepped on me and kicked me – “You learning a lesson, cunt?”, asked Jez as he played with the hole where my right nipple had been with the metal tip of his boot.  “Yes, Mr Jez, Sir.  Thank you, Sir, for destroying my shoulders and nipples”. 

“Pull the cunt up”, Eric ordered.  Jez and Jonny pulled me upright by my arms and I screamed as they intentionally wrenched my dislocated shoulders.  I nearly passed out from the pain.  Eric took my shoulders one at a time and pushed them back.  This time I did pass out for a few seconds.  They let me fall to the ground and poured some cold water over me.  As I came to,  Eric pissed on my face.  Then they dragged me to the roll of barbed wire and secured me over it. 

The metal in my dick clanked against the barbed wire as they tied me over it.  More dick-flesh tore.  “I want to leave the cunt’s filthy dick attached to it, so those dogs have something to eat”, said Eric.  He yanked me up off the barbed wire and operated the button which withdrew the spikes back into the remains of my dick and then extracted all three sounds.  I shrieked and struggled but my dick stayed attached to me – it bled and I pissed a mixture of piss and blood – “disgusting cunt”, said Eric, “get back over that fucking wire”.  I gingerly lent forward over the roll of barbed wire – I managed to avoid the worst of the barbs until Jonny realised what I was doing and shoved one barb hard into my navel, fixing me in position by it. Jonny was about to impale my balls when Eric stopped him: “The boys with the dogs have paid us quite a bit – they’ll be upset if we castrate it now.  Let’s give it a final harsh ass-caning, something for it to remember”. 

Jonny hammered some metal loops into the ground and attached my arms and legs to them. I was tight over the barbed wire and I wasn’t going anywhere. 

They took in turns.  Jules started off with a dozen with a heavy punishment cane.  Jez used the tough single-tail whip he’d used on me when Jules was dragging me with the quad-bike.  Jonny used a terrible leather prison-strap with maximum strength.  Eric, like Jules, used a heavy cane.  After two rounds of a dozen each, I couldn’t scream any more.  My ass started to disintegrate – pieces literally fell off it on to the ground – a pool of blood dripped through the barbed wire.  I couldn’t keep still, so the barb Jonny had pushed into my navel started to tear my skin there and more blood dripped on to the ground. 

Then it stopped.  They just left me tied over the barbed wire.   

I must have drifted in and out of consciousness for a couple of hours until I heard voices and finally footsteps.   

Then I heard the sound I dreaded most, the barking of large dogs …   

THE END 

It had been a week since Emma had left for her trip to Hawaii and another week before she would be back. After nights of debauchery and submission to Hassan, Christ had finally learned his role as a fuck toy to Daddy. His days would often start with waking up in the morning next to his daddy, his hair disheveled and a total mess, his body reeking of sweat and cum, while his hole is filled with Hassan’s cum while feeling a mix of numbness, pain, and pleasure. The 21-year-old boy would then sneak out of Hassan’s room get dressed in his white lingerie and prepare Hassan’s breakfast in the kitchen. He had become a full-service sub to Hassan. If there is one thing Chris learned it is that a good submissive always anticipates what the dom needs and wants and makes sure it happens even before the Dom says a thing.

This morning, Christ made Hassan’s favorite for his daddy: a Shakshuka with 5 eggs, slices of toasted sourdough bread, crispy turkey bacon, and some fried mushroom, garnished with a side salad with a Thai dressing. Chris plated Hassan’s breakfast and brought it to the dining room. A heavy thud of footsteps descending the stairs made Chris freeze.

Hassan entered the room, his broad, shirtless, muscular frame dominated the space. His olive skin glistened faintly in the morning light, and his sharp green eyes swept over the table before landing on Chris.

“Good boy, you’re learning. None of those disgusting western factory-made crap like the cereal you fed me yesterday.” Hassan said gruffly, his voice tinged with approval. He moved to the table and pulled out a chair, sitting with a casual authority that made Chris feel smaller by comparison. “Good morning, Daddy,” Christ greeted as the latter seated on his chair, legs apart with his 10-inch morning wood standing high as the Eiffel Tower. His thick rod and his heavy grapefruit size balls were beckoning the submissive slut in front of it to take him. And like a trained little obedient bitch, Chris knelt on the carpet floor and crawled between Hassan’s legs, and began licking the huge rod.

Hassan groaned in satisfaction while enjoying his food, as the bitch in front of his crotch lapped at his penis. “Hmmm, that feels good.”Chris sucked on Hassan’s huge monster while his hands roamed from Hassan’s pecs to his abs and back, feeling the ripple of Hassan’s muscle each time it flexed as Hassan enjoyed his meal. Hassan was not satisfied with the slow progress. “Make me harder, boy.” Chris began bobbing his head on Hassan’s cock while playing with the man’s big balls with his hand. The cock was huge and hit the back of Chris’s mouth in the process, his tongue was twisting in his mouth around it like he was licking the biggest ice pop of his life. Soon the cock was fully erected with a full thick and veiny rod sticking up and throbbing.

“Alright, time for Daddy to give you your milk,” Hassan smirked at Christ as the 21-year-old boy in front of his cock kept licking the giant member. Christ’s hand moved from Hassan’s abs down to his hard little 4-inch boy clit. Slowly, his hand began to fondle his boy’s clit. Then suddenly without any warning, Hassan pushed Chris’s head into his groin. Chris was about to struggle and push away Hassan’s hand. But before he can do anything. Christ can feel the cock throbbing as it prepared for the big load it is going to expulse. Hassan roared and groaned with his climax as his huge 10-inch monster exploded with thick cum. For Christ, the sensation was indescribable, his mouth and throat were suddenly being flooded with Daddy’s thick white liquid. There was nothing sweet about it; instead, its musk and salty flavor reminded Chris of the animal he was submitting himself to.

Finally, the throbs subsided, but Christ is still locked into position, struggling for breath, his mouth filled with cum and throat bulged with cum. Christ felt full of his Daddy’s thick milk. After what felt like hours but was only seconds. Hassan, finally loosened his grip on Christ’s head allowing him to slowly come up from Hassan’s monster cock to gasp for air.

“Thank you, daddy.” With a glazed look of adoration in Christ’s eyes.

“Good boy.” Hassan chuckled as he gave Christ a slight slap on his cheek.

“Now clean up the table, while daddy is going to do some workout in the basement.” Hassan rose from the table and patted his chest like an alpha gorilla. The mighty stallion in front of Chris looked like an ancient Persian warrior.

“Oh yes, make sure to remind me at noon of an important online meeting at 1 pm.” Hassan then left as his submissive looked upon his Daddy. “Yes, Daddy,” Christ whispered to himself as his Daddy’s huge frame disappeared.

Chris then got back up. Chris hurried to clean up the table and put it into the sink and dishwasher before cleaning the table. Around 12 pm, Christ prepared Hassan’s favorite protein shake and grabbed a towel from the closet.

Christ entered the basement which had been renovated to become a home gym with an array of gym equipment, weights, and a power cage. Christ spotted Hassan. He had his back towards Chris and he was doing his bench press. Sweat dripped from Hassan’s toned olive chest and his rippled body. Hassan pressed his bench with such speed and precision. It was evident that his muscles weren’t just for looks. Hassan’s grunts reverberated across the gym room, and with his last grunt, Hassan lifted and returned the bench press barbell back in place. Then, Christ walked to him, “Hi, Daddy. Here is your protein shake and towel. Also, you had told me to remind you of a meeting at 1 pm.”

Hassan wiped the sweat from his brow accepted both of them from the submissive, and inhaled his protein drink, “Thank you, my sweet boy.” He patted and ruffled his submissive’s hair in satisfaction and then took the towel and used it to wipe sweat off his body and face. Hassan picked up his phone to turn it on to check the time, 12:25 pm.

“Right, Daddy will now take a shower and change for the meeting. Meet me in my room, prepare a suitable dress shirt for me and go under my table. Understand?” Hassan commanded.

“Yes, Daddy!” Chris gave a nod of submission before rushing towards the master bedroom upstairs.

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Christ walked towards the master bedroom and to Hassan’s side of the walk-in closet to look for Hassan’s favorite white suit shirt as well as the black trousers. A classic combination, Christ thought to himself as he carefully lay them down on the bed. Then, Christ got down on the floor under his Daddy’s office table. Soon after Hassan entered the master bedroom from the shower room. Hassan was naked with beads of water sliding from his abs down to his pubes. Chris gulped, despite his body’s pain, seeing Hassan’s body like this always made his little boy clit rock hard again. Hassan dried himself and dressed himself in front of his submissive, before buttoning down his white shirt and ignoring the black trousers.

“Wouldn’t be needing this.” Hassan smiled as he put back the trousers into the closet.

“Now my good boy, you will be staying underneath the table during my Zoom call. While I am talking to my colleague, you are expected to keep my cock warm and suck me whenever I want it, do you understand?” Hassan said with an authoritative tone as he sat down on the chair and opened his leg wide.

“Yes, Daddy!” Christ was eager, and like a good boy, Christ slowly leaned into Hassan’s 7-inch flaccid monster, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and swallowed the tip of Daddy’s member and its heavy musk. The taste is intoxicating. It made him want more and the taste reminded him of Hassan. Soon Hassan started the meeting. It was a meeting about a music festival where Hassan will work as a Security Officer, aka bouncer. The meeting is to brief the security team on the event layout, the security plan, crowd management plans, performer and their schedule on stage, and other boring basic stuff. It was a boring job, but it is a job, so Hassan was determined to keep himself awake during the meeting by having his boy suck on him.

“Be ready my slut. ” Hassan whispered down as the speaker introduced herself as Lindsay the event manager.

“Good morning, everyone. Saturday’s event will feature a music festival, with about 2,000 attendees. Expect a young, energetic crowd. Remember, we need everything tight and secure. Mark, can you outline the security plan?” The host had started the meeting.

As Christ continued to suck on Hassan’s cock, a male voice replied: “Sure Lindsay. We’ll set up two main entry points with bag checks and metal detectors. The stage area will have barriers to manage crowd surges, and the VIP lounge will be isolated. Hassan, your team will need to focus on keeping things controlled, especially as the younger crowds are known to be more rowdy and brattish as the night progresses.”

“Understood. It’s going to be rowdy with a large crowd of brats, isn’t it? Brattish young adults who don’t know when to stop—sounds like I am the expert here. I know how to give those brats a firm hand and keep them in check.” Hassan’s words were accompanied by a chuckle as his hands pushed deeper down into Christ’s mouth with a smirk on his face. Chris can’t stop thinking about it. How does his daddy’s mind come up with this double-meaning line? “A rowdy crowd, a bunch of brats to put in line…” Chris blushed and continued sucking. The taste was so addicting to him. His daddy tasted so strong, his pre cum already started dripping on his tongue and into his mouth. The salty musk, made Christ crave more.

“Exactly. You’ll have your work cut out for you, Hassan. The stage area tends to get… intense when the crowd starts pushing.” Lindsay smirked. “Nothing new for me. When things get out of hand, it’s about showing them who’s in charge. Discipline works wonders, trust me.” Hassan crossed his arms and grinned with confidence. “Besides the real brats I had at home. I love nothing but to make sure that they know they can’t get away with it. One word and one look, and those little fuckers will fall right into place on their knees.” Hassan chuckled to himself as his eyes met with his toy sucking on his cock. “You can’t help yourself can you, my little brattish toy,” Hassan whispered to Chris after he muted himself.

“Well, we trust your experience. Moving on, for the VIP lounge, we’ll have one guard at the door and one circulating. Mark, do you think that’s enough?” Lindsay laughed uncomfortably.

“It depends. Some of these VIP types attract a lot of attention. It can get… heated in there.” Mark replied nervously.

“No worries. I’ll make sure they behave. There is nothing big Hassan couldn’t handle. Sometimes all it takes is a little presence to keep people in line.” Hassan reassured them.

“Good to hear. Now about the exits—one of the emergency doors tends to stick. Hassan, do you think you could spare one of your men to handle it?” Lindsay asked.

“Yeah, I’ll assign Daniel, an old buddy of mine. If it sticks, they’ll know how to give it the right kind of push.” Hassan nods.

“That’s exactly what we need. Now, for crowd surges at the stage, Hassan, you’ll have to keep things tight there. The barriers can only do so much.” Lindsay continued.

“Keeping things tight is my specialty. I’ll make sure they don’t get too close to crossing the line. If anyone tries to test it, we’ll push back—firmly.” Hassan replied confidently, as he pushed Chris deep to his groin, ignoring Chris’s cry for air. Christ is now in heaven as he choked on Hassan’s monster of a cock, tears running down from his eyes while his nose inhaled deeply the intoxicating smell. Chris’s hair was grabbed firmly in a clutch. All of it was done in secret. Underneath the table where Hassan is working and speaking to people on his Zoom meeting.

“That’s the right approach. With a crowd like this, you have to make them respect the boundaries.” Mark continued.

“Oh, they’ll learn respect by the end of the night. It’s all about setting the tone early. If you let them run wild, it’s chaos. But if they know there’s someone watching, they behave.” Hassan chuckled softly.

“Perfect. Thanks, everyone. Sam, we’ll rely on you to handle the rough spots.” Lindsay said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the troublemakers. By the end of the night, they’ll know who’s in charge.” Hassan glanced down before replying.

“Glad to hear it. Now let’s move on to performer security management, which is handled by… Zoey, you have the floor.” Lindsay continued. Zoey, another female colleague of Hassan then started explaining about each artist, each artist manager’s requirements each artist’s schedule on their stage, and so on. The meeting went on for another 45 minutes, just boring details that Christ could not be bothered to remember or listen to. The only important thing to him right now is to worship Daddy’s monster cock. And after the long 45 minutes of his tongue and jaw struggling to keep the cock satisfied and wet with his spit. His effort did bear fruits, the fruit of labor. Chris felt his Daddy’s cum rushing through the thick veins of his daddy’s monster to burst out into his mouth, coating it again with the same delicious musky salty fluid he craves. Even as Christ felt a sense of relief, it only made his body thirst for more of it. In the midst of all the meetings and conversations that went on around them, none of the participants had any clue what was truly happening under Hassan’s table.

“Great. Well everyone that’s a wrap for this. We will follow up tomorrow morning to update everyone with the final logistics and plan for everyone. Thanks, everyone for your participation, bye!” The call was over as fast as the last throb of Daddy’s cock and his cum subsided. Hassan then took his cock out of his toy’s mouth, got out of the chair, bent down to take his toy and place his limp boy on his lap, and sat on his chair again. “Well done, slut,” Hassan whispered into Chris’s ears. As his Daddy’s big arms hugged him close and tight against his big, hard pecs.

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Finale

The cumming day until the first 18+ Twink group arrival on Sat. Aug 30th was looming large. We were fucking horny and excited ourselves. The international lawyers verified their government photo IDs. Each will be turning 18 years old on arrival Aug 30; docu-signed affidavits all were anal virgins. Each blood result showed name, address, zero STIs, and PREP-proof for two weeks, a few minor meds, and no physical or mental health conditions. It’s hard to tell from the ID; all looked adorable.

As it turned out, this late in the Season, all the Twinks from around the globe informed us that they had to fly to Miami. All would be on the short connecting flight—an American Eagle charter landing at BVI airport at 1 PM local time. Tommy and crew would meet with signs that said BT Lagoon for eight at the arrival lounge and take them to their private building dock in armoured Cadillac XT 6s.

From their private direct emails, Tommy, the commander of the BAMF dudes’ security and transport company detail, sent us images and map locations of their facility. It appeared fantastic and was just 1 km northeast of the large Beef Island Lagoon airport. The airport has undergone a decade of improvements, mainly with the control tower and the terminal guest area. It was not a big rectangular shape, but amicable. The runway starts and ends in the ocean; it terminates in the sea!

Tommy sent us pics of the eight heavy-duty safe-like lockers where the guys would place all their valuables, ID, and clothing. Tommy, Miles, Troy & Billy would all do a deep anal rectal check on each of them 18+ Young men until each ejaculated four times from their multi-fingering in front of each other. This was done purposefully so they would not die from Blue Ball’s cum anxiety on the nearly 4-hour high-speed boat trip to the island wearing just their see-through shorts and life jackets; Tommy and crew dressed the same. The light see-through mesh whiteboard shorts, all from “Light in the Box co.” were perfect; the zippers were on the back ass pouch, so they labelled eight triple sealed Ziplocs with the name and placed their empty bottles in their locker/safes, and the pills in the Ziplocs.

The speedboat had four principal swivel chairs at the wheel, then behind a U-shaped seating area for the eight guys with life jackets and seat belts. A plexiglass wind-water safety window around the seating area so they could converse- rub each other’s 18-year-old crotches with a little sea-cum spray.

Before we knew it, it was 4:20 PM. We got the call from Tommy. Barely audible with the boat motors going full thrust, but he said they had all become good friends and were so hard and tented, practically tearing their shorts with their erections. Then something about so much dripping pre-cum and semen all over their shorts and the boat seats they had to mop up the floor of cum!

There they were in no time, slowly pulling up to and on the EZ-dock. Us four in our open ass and ball Jock thongs had eight white Jocks ready to hand to them. We each had our covered emergency Fob on and tied to our Jocks. We hauled on the pullies and brought Tommy and the crew to shore. The eight 18+Twinks practically ran off the boat and onto the beach, very hard and happy.

Tommy said, “Have fun, guys! Trust 1,000,000% James, Brayden, Scotty and Sam with every aspect of life and sex for the next two weeks; see you at 8 AM on Saturday, September 13th.” We pulled the dock out from shore, and they left with a big wave and smiles.

I said, “Welcome, Guys, to Blue Twink Lagoon; off with the shorts and release your very hard, dripping 18-year-old birthday boy cocks!” They all giggled and stripped, flinging so much pre-cum and semen all over each other and us – it was so beautiful. We all applauded. We handed each of them their white elastic leather open ass-balls-cock thong, just like we had; ours were coloured.

We walked them up to the CT first and showed them the hook for their shorts with their meds. They looked around in awe at the Cave Tunnel. We briefly told them all that had happened, how we ended up here, and all we created—except for the Kai God of the Sea part!?!

Scotty said, “After we group anal douche, we will all jump into the two adjoining hot tubs and then share a bit about each other. Before that, if you want to try to take a whole shit, we can go up to the upper stream and dump together. There are showers, soap, and coconut oil to lube anal holes.”

Charlie from Australia answered with a great Aussie accent, ‘Good day! I sure need to take a dump!” It was a great icebreaker as all the guys agreed they wanted to try to shit with us together. We headed up the circular stairs to the summit lower pond, lined up near the flowing rapids. We removed our Jocks; each pushed out one solid log and watched it disappear down the flowing brook and into the ocean. They followed our lead as we washed our assholes with the water and headed to the showers. Each of us soaped and kissed them passionately, stroking their various sizes and shapes of penises. They were all smiles; all we could do to avoid a cum explosion all around.

We got back down to the douching station beside the two hot tubs with our Jocks and thongs on. Scotty took the lead, excited to help them cleanse washing into the ocean below. We went in alphabetical order.  18 year old Adrian from Italy is a total dark-haired 6ft green eyes, God, with a vast, gorgeous dick, the same size as Brayden, nearly 10” cut. Scotty leaned him over and fingered our homemade coconut oil up his tight virgin cunt, then he lubed our douche hose and inserted it slowly, holding it there just until he knew he was ready, pulled out and said push hard. Out blasted nearly clear water as we had all the group dumped just minutes ago. He repeated once, and all was clear. Adrian moaned and groaned and ejaculated a small amount as the others, marble hard and dripping, watched intently. Adrian, done, hopped into the hot tub, as they all would once Scotty gave them the go-ahead.

Bao from Vietnam was a petite adorable 18 year old Twink, very handsome, about 5Ft 6 and maybe 120Lbs with a nice 6.5” uncut penis, a little thicker than one would expect, but very curved straight up. I noticed the others loved gawking at his cock, especially the 3 with anaconda penises, so it was clear they were anxious to breed. During his first piss, Bao had significant, immense power, exploding squirt as the guy’s eyes lit up, even Adrian watching, smiling from the tub.

18 year old Carlos from Colombia is also a more petite framed beautiful twink, about 5Ft 8 and 140lbs, with long shoulder length hair and lovely dark eyes with a cut 7” and a thick cock. Very black, coarse pubic hair.

18 year old Charlie from Australia is a total blonde surfer dude who reminds me of the supermodel Owen Lindberg, same height, hair and cut cock – gorgeous. Again, it is mostly clean and fair-sized ejaculation.

18-year-old Diego from El Salvador was taller than Carlos but had long black hair and coarse pubes. His cut cock is a solid 8”, very similar to me and Sam.

18 year old Junior from South Africa is very tall, about 6 ft 2, with dark eyes with a vast massive 10”+ uncut snake of a thick cock. Even I was anxious to bottom for him. He has beautiful dreadlocks, just like Myles, with a total ASAP Rocky look. He had a fair-sized ejaculation and smiled.

Next was 18 year old Sebastian from Canada; wow, so tall and hot with sandy blonde hair long and parted to the side with a fantastic cut 8.5” cock a bit bigger than Sam and I, he is stunning and sexy.

Lastly, 18 year old William from USA, had a cut 6.5” penis, with nice blond reddish hair similar to Scotty. Lovely freckles as well; incredible testicles close to Scotty.

Finally, with our two hot tubs up and assembled, we added some fun homemade soaps and had bubbles and foam everywhere, but not so much that we could not see and feel each other’s erect penises. Brayden and I were in with Adrian, Bao, Charlie, and Junior; the other was Sam and Scotty with Carlos, Diego, Sebastian, and William.  

Being the Doctor, Sam started opening up and exchanging with us four and then asked them about their feelings and concerns about the next two weeks. Again, we decided to go alphabetically and said we would often reverse it so that Adrian and William are not always first and last.

Adrian began, “Well, you all know I am Adrian. I am excited to be here, and I am from Milan, Italy. I am an anal virgin, except for…. (We all giggled.) I am so excited to fuck and get fucked and suck a cock, eat ass and survive on nothing but your 18+twink cum for Two weeks. Yes, my penis is massive, and I am glad some guys are a little smaller to break me in – Boa – I love your adorable cock, and you are incredibly hot!” All Applauded.

Bao stated, “Wow – well, I am Bao, from Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Yes, I am petite along with my tiny cock compared to you guys – I am self-conscious about it only being 6.5.”

Junior interrupted, “Bao – I love your cock also; it is beautiful and so rock hard. I am so anxious to breed you.” All said the same with hoots and hollers.

Bao replied, “I would love being a cum dump as each 11 of you take my 18 year old virgin pussy and fuck every drop of big blasting bao-cum out on my tight little hole- be warned, I ejaculate a big volume.”

I answered, “Yeah and then guys, after you cum and breed Bao, just erupt into random wild ass eating, cock sucking and ass fucking.

Carlos began, “Hey dudes, I am Carlos from Bogota, Colombia; anal virgin except for …So horny and excited to get my cherry broken by multiple cocks like Bao asked for. Maybe we could rotate, and each gets in the Sling and get cum dumped and suck cock lots of double penetration, maybe?”

I answered, “Yes, Carlos. Bao, I will get you to mount my cock in the sling, and then the Twinks will all fuck and double penetrate you as I feel their cock slide up and pound your prostate. Sam will watch from underneath (when not fucking you) and make sure you are ok with the stretch on your pussy.”

Charlie announced, “Hey mates, I am Charlie from Down-under…Perth, I love going down and under! Super horny to experience everything possible with dudes. I think you are all so gorgeous, and Bao, I love that hard, raging, slightly curved penis of yours. When not fucking Bao, let’s suck his cock and eat each other asshole; yeah, boys – I have always loved Big Black Cock!” All screamed Yeah!

Diego said, “I Am Diego from El Salvador. My cunt is dying to be pounded and double penetrated by the biggest cocks. So horny to suck, fuck, fist, eat cum and ass for two weeks!” All applauded and cheered.

Junior began, “Hey guys, I am Junior from East London, South Africa. Yes, I have a very big cock. I gave up on girls. None would even try to suck me or take my huge, almost 11” uncut in their pussies or assholes;  I am anxious to bottom; Bao, I am crazy about that 6.5” cock choking my mouth and cunt.”  Bao was so happy and excited. He had been so worried about being the runt of the litter, and here all were clamouring for a piece of his ass and cock – so beautiful. Size is not everything! We all heard he was a big ejaculator, and we were dying to see Bao blow.

Sebastian said, “Hey gays, I am Sebastian from Calgary, Canada. Looks like my cock is about middle here at 8.5” cut. I am a bit of a cowboy and bull rider. I have never had a penis or two in my ass-cunt,  All of us have gorgeous penises; I have a thing for smaller cocks, so Bao and William, I will be keeping you busy! William, those are fantastic. They are huge nuts with blond, reddish hair -so hot!

William answered, “Thanks, Sebastian. I think you are all gorgeous. I am William – Yes, my cock is the same length as Bao’s but a bit thicker, and yes, I have massive balls – I can’t help it all genetics. I am from Jackson, Wyoming. My parents are a bunch of Farm Fuck-head Christian ultra-right-wing conservatives. I told them I was Gay; they would never see me again as I walked out the door to my flight here. I have nowhere to go in two weeks and refuse to return to the USA.”

I asked, “William, we have powerful international legal connections; where would you like to live and start a new life?”

William said, “Calgary, Canada, with Sebastian!” We all knew that although we were all going to do everything with each other, the eight Twinks were forming closer bonds; William and Sebastian, for sure, were connecting deeply, Carlos and Diego as well, Charlie & Junior, and Adrian and Bao.

Sam said, “James, shall we get out and start?”

I answered, “Yes, guys, cum! I will put on some mood music like Lana Del Rey. – so sexy!” As they practically ran ahead of us so horny to start sex, when I got to the laptop and sound system, I quickly fired off an email to Michael and Kristina with regards to William needing refugee status in Canada. Then I hit the super extended playlist. Fuck, our satellite internet was better than Bill Gates’s.

I looked over, and the Twinks were having a massive rimming party. Scotty and Sam grabbed buckets of our coconut oil as the eight of them were eating each other’s assholes wildly on the King bed loungers. The moaning and groaning of their horny satiated eat was so beautiful.

I pulled up and started to join Brayden, Sam, and Scotty as we toured around, eating at the sweet twink-cunts and pussies, so clean and fresh -lovely! After 20 minutes of that, I greased my cock and motioned to Bao. I got into the sling. Brayden helped tie my ankles up and pull my cunt apart. Then he grabbed a handful of oil; he sat underneath the sling and started to play with my cunt.  I slicked up my cock, and Bao came and very slowly lowered his virgin cunt onto my 8” + cock as all the others gathered around and helped hold him as he dropped and held onto the side ropes of the sling so he could progress slowly loosening. It was a fantastic guy bonding event. That 6.5” cut curved cock was dripping like a nicked vein, and so purple and exploding marble hard with white cum stings everywhere.

In about 20 minutes, Bao had bottomed on my cock. I lifted his hips in the reverse cowboy sling position. He loosened quickly, judging from his moans and groans. In another five minutes, he was smiling away, pounding down on my cock. Sam entered Bao first as we watched the others randomly sucking each other’s cocks and eating more ass. It was a total twink orgy – so fucking hot! It was an incredible feeling to see Sam’s penis, the same size as mine, again entering Bao. The small young man winced some at the pain, but Sam being the doctor, knew what he was doing; after another 30 minutes, Bao had bottomed on both our cocks beautifully. Now we began fucking him wildly, and he took us both fantastically. In minutes, Sam said he was cumming up Bao’s cunt; I was also blasting cum not just from the fucking but with my lover, Brayden, underneath fist fucking me, which blew them away. Bao cried out in that lovely Asian accent,

“Oh Fuck! I am going cum! Oh, Fuck I never blew like this. Holy Fuck! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK!” Wow! His ropes of semen just hit the volcanic carved ceiling almost 15 feet and were dripping back onto us from his four-tormented explosion. All clapped and applauded.

I said, “Good Bao! Now, we will do that again and again. Adrian slides in until he cums with you, followed by Carlos, Charlie, Diego, Junior, Sebastian, William and Scotty last.” It was so fucking beautiful. I came tremendously up that Vietnamese cunt the size of an alpine tunnel every time he got double penetrated. Brayden fisted me below, and the feeling of Twinks cocks sliding for hours against mine was incredible as Brayden was in pussy shoulder-deep. I had never had so many continuous ejaculations ever, as well as little Bao. He was so happy he was crying at the end when they finally lifted him off my cock. He was well stretched and gaped.

The remains of the night were a 12 man, 18 year old Twink orgy with lots of double and triple penetration as each of us at some point sucked, rimmed, fucked and ate each other, blasting cum loads up our pussies and down our mouths and throats, drenching our faces. All tasted so wonderful, and the guys were so happy to have lost their anal virginity with each other. All were cum aardvarks and could not eat enough semen!

At bedtime, all were cummed out and cum fully exhausted. As expected, they cuddled in their couple groups: Adrian & Bao, Charlie & Junior, Carlos & Diego, and Sebastian and William. Over the coming days, they were precisely on time with all our chores and tasks to keep the island and us going. Morning, each day, they became more efficient and faster, so anxious to get to douching, hot tub and today’s sex lessons.  Of course, before rising, there were always group orgy quickies.

The following days progressed as follows:  twelve hours on twelve different massive dildo groups, riding till ejaculation over and over again into a small metal dish to be eaten and shared by the group. Day 3 was cock caging, urethral sounding and anal fisting while caged. They could not believe how much fun it was to bury their cocks of all shapes deep in their belly and concentrate on anal prostate cums. Day 4 was pissing and BDSM for Twelve hours as Scotty gave those classes with his crazy BDSM side. They were amazed at how they could ejaculate from having their anal-cunt and balls flogged and eating explicit hot man piss. Day 5 was anal fisting uncaged on every piece of furniture we had. They could not believe the gushing exploding ejaculations that we made sure went down somebody’s throat or ass. Day 6 was open sex and rimming to ejaculation. On day 7, we brought eight of them to their first Assgasm. They were scared shitless and thought they were dying, but when they ate the expelled liquid could not believe how wonderful it tasted and how it recharged their bodies like an electric shock. In the second week, we pretty much just repeated the schedule. None of us ever imagined sharing so much hot white semen and Assgasm juice. It was so much fun.

Crap! Before we knew it, they had to leave on Sept 13th. Tommy, Miles, Troy & Billy pulled up onto the dock, and we brought them to shore. All the guys never touched their meds, as all were for some stress-related mental health disorder. Sex with 18 year old guys, eating cum and Assgasm cunt juice was the only medication they ever needed. The BAMF men fucked and fisted the 12 of us for three hours before they needed to get them off and to their flights and receive the next group. The eight Twinks promised to train a new bunch of 18-year-old Twinks each week and get them to commit to training another, and so forth and on.

As we kissed and hugged them goodbye, I said, “William, Troy has your Canadian residency papers and a new ticket to Calgary, Canada, with Sebastian.” They all erupted into tears—a beautiful moment!

Once back at the BAMF crew’s facility, they exchanged contact info and regularly emailed us to tell us of their progress. Diego and Carlos married in Colombia a few months later, as did Bao and Adrian in Italy and Junior and Charlie in Australia.

Sebastian and William married in a year in Canada and opened up a GAY BDSM studio for 18-year-old Twink cowboys.

As Kai had predicted, in two years, after we had trained hundreds of guys to the point where the CT smelled like a man-cum factory, hundreds of millions of 18+ Twinks around the world began the male sexual revolution. The Assgasm teaching and experience spread like a virus. It made the Twinks superhuman. It was the beginning of the end for dictators and fascists, but that is another story. Stay tuned for a Future Fantasy – or maybe it will become a reality! Let’s Hope and Pray!

It has been a while, but I’m writing again. This is the conclusive chapter of the ‘Student residence’ story. More chapters of other stories will follow.

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A visit home

 —–Thursday evening , room Bastian and Troy

Bastian points the riding crop to where he wants Troy to carry out his order. With two fingers down, Bastian indicates that he wants Troy to kneel in that spot.

Troy kneels at the spot indicated by Bastian.

“Well done Troy. This was it for signal training for today. What signals did you learn today, boy?”

“The signal for ‘Attention!’”, Master, “The signal for ‘come here’, ‘silence’, ‘on your knees’, ‘on all fours’, ‘butt up’, ‘lick’ and the signal for ‘get up’”.

Bastian raises his index and middle fingers. Troy immediately stands up.

“With these signals, I can give you commands without having to speak them out loud. That works a little smoother right away.” says Bastian.

“What if I don’t see Your signal because I’m looking elsewhere Master?”

 “Then I just snap my finger to get your attention, you will see that it will work.” 

Bastian’s phone rings, Bastian grabs his phone and looks at the screen. “Ah, a call from your father, Troy.” Bastian takes the call “Hello Mr. Van der Zandt… of course Mr. Van der Zandt…” Bastian hands his phone to Troy. “Your father wants to talk to you. I’ll be gone for a while; you guys can talk quietly.”

“Hi Dad.”

“How are you boy?” 

“Fine dad, but why aren’t you calling me directly now, but through Bastian?” 

“Bastian is now your Dominant. You have made to him the Promise of Obedience. I don’t want to bypass Bastian when it comes to you”

“Well then, you’re still my father, aren’t you?”

“Yes indeed, and a proud father too. But since you moved into the ICV, Bastian is now responsible for you, not me.”

“Oh? But you still pay everything for Bastian and me?”

“I help you financially, yes. I’m happy to do that. But in terms of parenting, I’m done. You’re eighteen now and officially an adult. You’re supposed to be independent, but I’m a lot more at ease now that you’re under Bastian’s authority.”

 “Dad!”

 “Don’t pretend to be the feigned innocence, you just love being dominated by Bastian.” 

“Well, I can’t deny that…” 

“And I’m very happy for you that you have Bastian…. I’m calling you about your visit coming weekend.”

“Yes, Bastian and I are both coming home to you for the weekend.” 

“That will be the first time I get to welcome you as a couple, and I’m really looking forward to it. We also have some important matters to discuss at home, but those can wait until the weekend. I’d like to remind you that, as members of the ICV, the ICV rules apply here at home as well. This means you must address and obey Bastian here in the same way you do at the ICV.” 

Troy feels a little insecure “Does that really have to be Dad?”

“Yes Troy, we have to. Bastian already knows about it. It’s certainly not like I haven’t seen submissive boys before. You are a submissive boy. I sent you to the ICV so you can be yourself. I want you to be able to be yourself here at home, too.” 

“OK dad” Troy breathes a sigh.

“Your submission is nothing to be ashamed of. I want to see how Bastian and you interact. You are my son, and I want the very best for you. I think a Dominant boy like Bastian is the very best for you. You agree with that, don’t you?” 

“Yes Dad, Bastian is the best thing that happened to me.”

 “Good, that’s settled then. No fake stuff here in the house, you’re just as submissive to Bastian at home as you are in the ICV.”

“You always get your way don’t you dad?”

“You see that right boy. See you tomorrow night then.”

Moments later, Bastian re-entered the room. “Well, you heard, right?”

 “Yes Master” says Troy “I’m not sure whether I’m entirely comfortable with it right now.”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about. Your father is an experienced Master—he’s seen it all and knows the ropes.” Bastian chuckles briefly at his own lame joke. “I’m more worried about myself, though. Your father is obviously going to judge me to see if I’m a good Dominant for his precious little son.”

“Pffft, my father absolutely adores You, in my opinion you can do no wrong in his eyes.”

“We’ll see. In the meantime, you will also behave nicely submissive and obediently at your home.”

 “I’ll have to…” says Troy with a glum face.

 This lands Troy a hefty spank with a riding crop on his ass. Troy’s breath hitches as he arches his back, presenting himself instinctively. ‘That’s a good start, Master,’ he moans, his voice heavy with need.” 

“Are you already begging for a spanking again?”

“But Master! You’ve kept me waiting for almost a week—I’m going crazy here. How am I supposed to hold myself together tomorrow with Father watching?”

“Tomorrow you also have to be submissive in front of your father. It is completely understandable that you are a little nervous about that. Obedience will suit you better tomorrow when your balls are still full.”

“Yes Master.” 

Bastian gives Troy a firm hug “You’ll see that everything will be fine tomorrow. Your father is not a bogeyman. He has completely accepted your submissive nature. Now it’s just you.”

With a final tap of the riding crop on Troy’s buttocks, Bastian sends him to bed. “Get some sleep,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “Tomorrow, you’ll prove to both of us just how perfectly submissive you can be.”

 

 —–Friday evening , Van der Zandt House, Provincetown 

 The boys are both dressed in full leather at the door of the Van der Zandt home. Troy gets some final instructions from Bastian. “I know that you and your father are used to speaking informally with each other. In my presence, however, I want you to speak to him with the utmost respect—address him as you would a superior.”

“Yes Master.” 

Bastian rings the doorbell. A moment later, George van der Zandt, neatly dressed in a suit, opens the door. “Come in boys! Be welcome!”. Entering, George first gives Bastian a bear-hug. “It’s good to see you Bastian!” Only then does his son get a few kisses on cheek “Welcome home, boy”.

“Thank you Sir.”

“Sir? George asks his son in surprise.

“That’s the command of Master Bastian, Father. In His presence I must address You as my superior.”

 “If Bastian wants it that way, that’s how we’re going to do it. After all, I’ve asked you to obey him.” 

“Asked, father?”

Troy gets a corrective pat on the butt from Bastian.

George must laugh “No, Bastian, Troy is right. I didn’t ask him; I told him to.

George leads the boys into the parlor. “Sit down boys. Would you like something to drink perhaps?”.

Bastian cast Troy a much-meant look.

 “Within the ICV, it is the job of the subs to provide drinks for the Doms. What would You like to drink father?” 

George must smile. “Bring me a port, boy.”

“Yes Sir.” Troy turns to Bastian. “What would You like to drink, Master?”

 “Give me a port as well. Have one yourself.”

 “Yes Master, thank you, Master.” 

After Troy serves the port, Bastian gives a few hand signals and Troy kneels on the floor next to the armchair where Bastian is sitting. Bastian puts his hand on Troy’s neck and gently massages Troy’s neck.

 “I must admit that I am somewhat overwhelmed by this ‘protocol’” says George.

“This is what you asked us to do, Mr. Van der Zandt.”

 “You are absolutely right Bastian and you are doing a good job. This is what I asked and instructed you to do.”

 Troy is already horny, but Bastian’s quiet dominance and self-assurance make him even hornier. The combination of his submissive position and the nice neck massage Bastian gives him makes the blood rush to his cock. He balks at the fact that Bastian has chosen super-tight leather pants for him today of all days. His dick is already starting to show in his crotch. Aggrieved, Troy puts his hands in front of his crotch to keep his erection hidden.

“Put your hands by your sides” Bastian says gently but in a stern tone to Troy.  Troy obeys but gets a fiery red head when his cock and balls, now at full strength clearly mark themselves in his crotch, visible to all.

 George looks at his son grinning. “I see Bastian’s Dominance is doing you good boy. You are looking good. Your study results, since you have been under Bastian’s guidance, have also seriously improved. You appear to really need his strict hand. And it is abundantly clear to see that this arrangement pleases you greatly”

Troy feels uncomfortable. However, his cock seems to take on a life of its own and is now even starting to throb in his tight pants. He wants to say something and starts to makes some noise, but then realizes his position and decides to swallow his words. 

Bastian is still massaging his sub’s neck and says, “Speak freely to your father.”

“Why have You never been strict with me, Father, if You are of the opinion that I need a strict hand?” 

The words linger for a moment as Troy’s thoughts involuntarily go back to a few years earlier. He was fifteen. Luuk, his cocky classmate, had caught him with a cigarette behind the bike rack. That crooked grin, the look that made him stiffen. In bed at night, it played over and over in his head. Luuk, with his big mouth against teachers, now stern and implacable against him. In his fantasy, Luuk pulled him over his knee for a spanking on his bare bottom. Luuk’s voice commanding, low and firm. Always those tough guys. Never his father. The warm glow he imagined on his buttocks kept him awake for hours at the time.

“Did you want to get spanking from me then, boy?” George’ voice pulls him back to the present.

Troy looks away for a moment, his cheeks coloring. But he answers honestly. “From childhood I have fantasized and longed to get spanked. But never from You. With You, I always felt warm and safe.”

 “That has always been the intention. I’m very dominant, that’s true. But I’m also your father, boy. You had to feel safe with me, not vulnerable. I knew early on that you have a submissive nature. Above all, I am your father. My role has always been to protect you and provide a safe place, without you ever having to feel vulnerable or confused.”

“I understand that father, but my problem is…” Troy looked at the bulge in his crotch for a moment. ” I’m incredibly horny right now…I find it terribly embarrassing.”

George cast his son an amused look “You are of age now. Bastian can fulfill your sexual desires and give you the direction you need. I want you to be open and honest with your Dominant about what you desire.”

“I’ve been begging Master Bastian for spanking all damn week!” exclaimed Troy indignantly

“That is certainly true, Mr. Van der Zandt,” remarked Bastian chuckling, “ad nauseam.” 

Bastian now turns to Troy, “The rules of the ICV are abundantly clear, you don’t have to be embarrassed about your desires, even when your father is around. Especially if that father is one of the founders of the ICV.”

“I don’t know Master.”

“I want you to ask me now for what you desire Troy”

Troy pulls a pout, bows his head and remains silent.

George gives Troy an encouraging nod. “I remind you that you promised me to obey Bastian here in this house Troy,” George says sternly yet warmly to his son, “I will leave you alone for a while. I trust Bastian will give you what you need.” 

Troy watches his father as he leaves the room and takes a deep breath and then says, “I want you to put me over the knee for a spanking on my bare ass, Master.”

Bastian stands up silently, and takes a seat on a dining table chair, tapping invitingly on his lap. “Come here Troy, pull your pants down and get over my knee.”

“Yes Master” says Troy and walks over to Bastian who is waiting patiently. Troy pulls down his pants his stiff cock flies forward. Bastian smiles at Troy and says, “come boy”. Troy puts himself over knee by Bastian.

 Bastian caresses Troy all over his body. Then he massages the boy’s shoulders. “You are tense, I will help you relax” Troy gets a relaxing massage from his Master. When Bastian reaches Troy’s buttocks, he kneads them deeply, Troy moans softly with pleasure. Bastian’s leather pants get a little wet from the pre-cum leaking from Troy’s cock.

Bastian now caresses Troy’s ass cheeks, and slowly he lets the strokes turn into gentle taps, just a little harder each time. However, not hard enough for Troy’s liking, who wiggles his ass. “Please Master, harder!” he moans.

“I don’t think you have any say in that kid” says Bastian teasingly. Then suddenly: 

*PETS* *PATS* *KLETCH*

Three bellowing spanks that caused the imprint of Bastians’ hand to turn red on Troy’s white buttocks.

“Oh God, YES! That’s it Master!” cries Troy. He welcomes the pleasantly warm glow that soaks through his buttocks and makes him squint with horniness. “I’m so horny Bastian!” 

*PETS* *PATS*

“Master for you.”

 “Oh yes Master, thank you Master, it’s so wonderful Master, so hot, more please Master!”

Instead, Bastian gently strokes Troy’s buttocks, who calms down a bit and moans softly.

 “You see, it’s not all that bad Troy, you can get as much spanking as you want here” says Bastian as he teasingly strokes Troy’s asshole with a finger.

“THEN SPANK ME MASTER!”

“As you wish.”

*PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* 

*SMACK*!!!

“Oh my God! Oh my God, Bastian!” 

*PETS* *PATS* *KLETCH* 

“Master I’m about to cum!” 

*PATS* *PATS*

*SMACK*!!!

“Aaaahhhh!”

In seven spurts, thick seed squirts from Toy’s cock straight onto Bastian’s leather pants. Troy hangs exhausted, limp over his Master’s lap. Bastian lifts Troy off his lap and gives his sub a long tongue kiss.

Troy is hanging relaxed and exhausted against Bastian’s shoulder when, after a while, George opens the door and looks quietly into the room. His face radiates contentment. He says nothing and walks over to his armchair, where he grabs his newspaper and settles in comfortably.

“So, Troy,” George finally says with a calm smile, looking over the edge of his newspaper. “That sure lifts the mood, eh boy?”

Troy, still a little out of breath, nods shyly and murmurs, “Yes, Sir.” 

“Good boy,” says George. “Bastian, you clearly have a firm hand. Just what my son needs.”

Bastian nods easily, without losing his calm demeanor. “Thank you, Mr. Van der Zandt. It is my job and my pleasure to lead Troy.”

George looks from his son to Bastian with an almost imperceptible glint in his eyes.  This house is a place where Troy can be completely himself. And Bastian, the same goes for you.”

Troy’s cheeks are still slightly red with embarrassment. As he straightened, he glanced sideways for a moment at Bastian, who put a reassuring hand on his buttocks.

“You’re doing well,” Bastian says softly to Troy, with an almost imperceptible smile. “And I’m proud of you.”

George briefly rests his gaze on Bastian’s leather pants, where traces of the recent moment are still visible, and on Troy’s crotch, where the remnant of an erection is still clearly visible. He lets out a small smile. “My son has no secrets left; it seems.” He looks at Bastian with a mix of paternal pride and amused interest. “Clearly you are giving him exactly what he needs.”

 Bastian nods, his hand still resting on Troy’s ass. “He doesn’t exactly make it hard for me to see what he wants, Mr. Van der Zandt. The enthusiasm is practically dripping off him.” He chuckles briefly and adds, “I’ll make sure to make him clean up after himself later.”

George laughs softly. “You clearly feel comfortable with Bastian, boy. That’s good to see, and it makes me happy as your father. Bastian, it’s obvious you’re taking good care of him.”

George folds his newspaper shut and looks at Troy, his full attention on him. His voice softens, taking on a fatherly warmth. “You don’t know how proud I am of you, Troy. I always knew you’d find a Dominant who truly deserves you. And now, seeing you here, completely yourself… That fills my heart with joy.”

Troy looks up, his face still red, but a hint of pride shines in his eyes. He looks briefly at Bastian, who looks at him reassuringly. Troy whispers, “Thank you, Father. Thank you, Master.”

George smiles and nods. “That’s my boy. You two enhance each other in the most beautiful way.”

Troy pulls his pants back up as he observes his father. No judgment, just that familiar warm smile. He feels a firm hand on his lower back. Bastian gently pulls him a little closer to him and gives a brief, approving nod. Troy takes a deep breath, the warmth of that silent affirmation coursing through him.

“Would you like tea?”, Troy asks in an obliging but confident tone.

Making Love

Hey guys I am back with a brand new chapter of “Raising Ethan” and there are plenty more to come. I am sorry for making you guys wait this long. You can check out my Patreo page too.

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I don’t know how long I was out. When I came to, it was already day and I was lying on the ground only in my shorts. I looked around and remembered where I was. I stood up and started looking around. Being out for a long time, calmed my nerves. I went to the waterfall, near all the places I could think of, but I didn’t find anyone. Ultimately, I decided to return to the cabin hoping Ethan might be there. Sun was about to go down, so I started walking quickly. I reached the narrow way that led to the lake. Without thinking I turned towards the lake and arrived there soon. On the stone platform Ethan was sitting, tears were dropping from his eyes and he was just looking at the water.

I stopped in my tracks for a few moments gathering courage. Then I walked up to him. He didn’t turn to look. I placed my hand on his shoulder and then he finally looked up. This time he didn’t jerk off my hand, he just looked at me with sad eyes and then turned his gaze down. I sat beside him. We sat there silently for a few minutes, then I decided to start the conversation.

“I am really sorry son. I never intended to hurt you. I didn’t want to lie to you but I had to. You were not old enough to understand.”

He didn’t say anything just looked at me again with his sad eyes. It was red and tears were still dropping. Oh, it broke my heart into a million pieces. I started explaining to him about his mother-

“I first met Eva, your mom when we were in college. I was a teenager and didn’t know if I was gay or straight. Every one of my friends was dating girls. So, I thought I should get a girlfriend too. I dated a few girls. Made out with them. But it never led out to the sex, just some kissing, fingerings, and blowjob. But when I first saw her, it was the first time I felt something in here (I said touching my left chest). It was also the first time I was nervous to talk to her. Whenever I saw her, I immediately got hard and it was hard to think of anything other than sex. Finally, one day she talked to me and we became friends. After a few weeks, we started dating. I think it was the second date when she first gave me a blowjob. Oh, you always remember the first mouth that touched your dick. Although, it wasn’t my first blowjob but still her mouth was amazing. I blew my load only in five minutes. That day, later I brought her to my place and I fucked her for the first time. We used to have sex almost daily. I even fucked her with some of my other friends that included girls and boys. Oh, that were some good old days.”

I said remembering everything. Ethan was still looking at me. Now he was less sad and more curious and excited. I continued the story –

 

“After dating for a while, we started drifting apart. We were never exclusive, but she started fucking other men, mainly seniors and professors. Sex between us kept disappearing and finally one day I found she had left me. She didn’t have any steady boyfriends, she just fucked anyone she could find. We saw each other many times but never talked. After college, we met once in a bar, and that time we had sex again. And soon she was pregnant.”

I explained the situation about how she gave birth to him and then disappeared. Ethan was surprised and even hurt to hear this.

“Why didn’t you try to find her? And why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked.

“At first I didn’t have time to find her as I was busy with you and the work. Then I tried to look but I couldn’t. I didn’t know about her parents as she never told me about them. And I tried telling you so many times but was afraid you would hate and leave me. I am so sorry son.”

I had started crying. He wiped my tears and hugged me. He whispered in my ears –

“Dad, you know I love you. I could never hate you. I was angry, yes, but I would never leave you. But I want to meet my mother, at least once. Promise me you will help me find her.”

“Okay, son thank you so much.”

I kept him in my arms never wanting to let go.

“Dad, you are squeezing me.” He said. I realized I was squeezing him hard. I let him go. We sat there side by side. He had his one hand on my thighs. He started messaging it slowly which started to turn me on. I looked at him. He was looking in my eyes. I knew what he wanted. It was time. He soon moved his hand lower and grabbed my dick from my shorts. He started messaging it. I was now completely hard. He was about to take my dick out when I stopped him.

“Son let’s go back to the cabin. I want to make love to you and I want you to feel comfortable and relaxed.” I said. He brightened up.

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?” He asked excitedly.

“Yes son, I am going to fuck you tonight,” I said smiling. He jumped up and stood up. He started pulling my hand like a child and made me stand up. He dragged me to the cabin running like a child to get his lollipop.

We reached the cabin and he took me to my room. He pushed me on the bed, I landed on my back. He jumped on me and started kissing me. I responded with passion. We kept kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. Ethan was sitting on my dick which was getting hard and soon started to poke him in his ass. Ethan’s hard-on was pressing my abdomen. I took out Ethan’s shirt just breaking our kiss for a second to get the clothes off. Now he was bare chaste and I was admiring his muscled pack body. He was so hot. Ethan took out my shirt and shorts next. I took out his shorts and now we both were in our underwear with our hard-on. He again leaned on me and started kissing me. Oh, it was the greatest kiss of all time. He kept licking my mouth with his tongue while his lips kept sucking my lips. Soon he moved downwards kissing my chin and then neck. I had closed my eyes and was enjoying him worshiping my body. He moved to my chest and then started sucking my nipples. Oh, when he touched my nipple, it sent shivers in my whole body. He kept teasing the other one while sucking on my nipple. It was the same as he used to do as a child. Like a child trying to feed from nipples. He kept sucking on it. Then he moved to my belly button. He started licking it. It was like he was fucking it with his tongue. Now finally he reached my underwear. He sniffed it and started licking my underwear. He was licking which made my dick visible as my underwear was white. I was already leaking precum mixed with Ethan’s saliva, my underwear was transparent now. He kept licking and sniffing. Finally, he tugged his two fingers into the waistband of underwear and slid it down. My dick bounced out of it and hit my abdomen. He looked up to me and our gaze met. We smiled and he leaned in to sniff my dick again. He grabbed the underwear and I raised my ass so he could take it out. Now I was completely naked with a raging hard-on. My heart was racing and I could hear Ethan’s heartbeat too. He leaned in again and started licking my balls. He sucked on it while he kept stroking my dick. I put my hands behind my head interlocking my fingers. I raised my head to see my beautiful boy sucking my balls. He kept holding my shaft and started licking my big mushroom head. He was touching me with his tongue and circling my dick. The sensation I got from it was heavenly. He kept stroking and licking at the same time. Now he started sucking my cockhead. I raised my upper body and grabbed his hair. I pulled his mouth away from my dick and started kissing him. He was smelling like my dick and we kissed for a few minutes and then I let him suck my dick again. He had full focus on my dick and was licking and sucking it like it was ice cream and if he let it go for a second it will melt. He kept sucking it and all I could say was “fuckkk..” and “ahhhhh….yaahhhh”.

I was receiving an amazing blowjob. I again pulled him in for another kiss. I then sat up and made Ethan stand up. I started kissing his dick from the underwear. After a few seconds, I could not hold back. I wanted to feel his dick in my mouth. I stripped him naked and tossed the underwear on the floor. I started licking his dick. He had one hand on his ass and with another, he was caressing my neck and hair on the back of my head. He was moaning and watching me suck his dick. We had done it before but this time felt different. This time, I was feeling amazing without any guilt or regret. I kept on kissing and sucking his dick while stroking his shaft with one hand and balancing myself with another. As always his dick mixed with his precum tasted amazing. He kept moaning like crazy. After sucking him for fifteen minutes, I stood up and he was on his knees now. I caressed his hair while he started sucking my cock again. I watched him suck my dick while his whole body moved as he moved on my dick. He took it out of his mouth and licked his hand and started stroking my dick. I leaned in and kissed him. After a few more minutes of sucking my dick, I asked him to get on his four. Now he lay there on my bed, on his four, head down-ass up. I went behind him and spat on his inviting pink hole. I took in the beautiful view. I started kissing around his hole. I grabbed both of his cheeks and spread them wide open to get more access to his beautiful hole. Now I was ready to start rimming him. I made an angle with my tongue and forced it into his hole.

“Ohhh…yesss…daddy…” He yelled in pleasure.

I kept fucking his hole with my tongue. Then I again started kissing his hole and surrounding area and then continued rimming him. In between I slipped two fingers in which went in nice and easy. I added a third finger and finger-fucked him. I was taking everything slow, making sure we both enjoyed our time together. I ran my fingers on his ass crack and spat on it again. Now he was ready to receive the real thing.

“Son I am going in now,” I said to Ethan.

“I am ready Daddy.” He said and looked back at me.

I fixed my hard dick on his ass and forced it in. After all the fucking, he was still tight. It took a lot of strength to get my cockhead in. I did not want to rip him apart so I was going slow. Now, I was in.

“ahhh, Daddy…yesss….yesss…..fuckkkk….meee…” Ethan moaned.

I kept still for a few seconds and then kept pushing in. I placed my hand on his waist and started thrusting slowly. He was now resting his head on the bed and moaning in pleasure. I was now fucking my baby boy. I increased my speed slowly. I kissed his back and caressed in while thrusting in and out of him. The cabin was echoing with the sound of thrust and our moans. I fucked his ass for a few minutes. I wanted to look into his eyes while I made love to him. I took my dick out of him. He looked back at me feeling himself empty.

“Get on your back. I want to look into your eyes.” I said and it made him smile.

He got on his back. I raised his legs upward. He opened them apart. He held them both apart with his hands. One leg was on the bed while one he raised upward giving me access to his hole. I leaned in and started eating his ass again. Now it was mixed with my precum.

“Yess…yess….eat..me..daddy…..ohhhhhoooohhh…” He moaned in pleasure.

I kept licking and eating his ass. After a few minutes, I stood up and leaned in for a deep kiss. He let go of his legs and held my head while we kissed. After a long kiss, I was ready to fuck him again. I pulled him to the edge so I could fuck him standing on the floor. I adjusted my dick. Again, he held one of his legs on the bed bending towards his side and I held his other leg on my shoulder. He caressed my chest and I entered his hole again. He looked into my eyes. I could see his eyes sparkling and enjoying the lovemaking. I leaned for another kiss while gently thrusting in and out. He kept moaning and kissing me. I watched the joy of sex on his face. He was enjoying it. Now he started stroking his hard dick while I fucked his ass. I kept kissing him in between and while he kept moaning like crazy. After fucking him for half an hour I blew my first load. I filled his gut and he sprayed his cum on my chest immediately after. I kissed him again and lay beside him. This was one of many cums to come tonight. Tonight was going to be a long night.

For Gavin’s cousin Jackson, Isaac and Butts parting pleased him no end. This was despite his cousin Issac woes as he banged about how ‘cuzz I sure missed having my super intense extensive one on one sex fuck sessions with my little bro man. Jeez Jackson I want be inside Butt hot man cunt, making love to him all the time, and this makes me crave him more every time I see him and Gavin together.’

His cousins dismissive response the last time they spoke was an eye rolling firm toned, ‘tough shit cuzz, give it a rest as you got your woman now, so leave you bro to get on with his life with his man will you!’

Jackson totally disproved of Gavin and Butt’s open relationship with his older brother, having witnessed Gavin’s heart break first hand within the Cabin and seeing the pain and misery on his face, when he realised that his boyfriend and bis older brother had feeling for one another. So this stuck with him to this day. 

He thought that his cousin Isaac’s behaviour was total violation of his little brother loving relationship, as well as his good nature. Butt as well to, so he always made sure that whenever he and the Biker coupled, that he brutally over fuck his holes, especially his fat as fuck jelly buttocks with that swollen asshole. 

Butt though relished and savagery dished out and laughed in his face as he did so, leading to him being throttled and passing out as he orgasmed. Anyhow Jackson had given up ages ago complaining about it and after the pair had stopped their open affair, he himself as well had since hooked up with Harvey when he came back to town to visit Gavin’s parents, his uncle and aunty and his other cousins. 

This kept him busy and was attributed to his sunny smiles each time he came into town. Harvey at 32 standing at 6ft 1 tall and still had a large muscular frame. His dark olive skin and his built body with his six pack, topped off with a big pair of muscle tits with his pointy large nipples, which were perfect for sucking on. 

Jackson was rather taken with him whenever they encounter each other before they hooked up. He liked looking at the man with his dark brown hair which was still swept back high and this was still shaved at the back and sides. The tattoos did it for him as well. Harvey was hot looking man and had a presence about him, and that was a turn on for Jackson, just like it was for Biker Butt when they first met and then fuck for the first time! 

Jackson remember Harvey from the cabin and had admired him from a far, but his doing anything about it when his cousin Issac was around was not an option. He was careful not to reveal his feelings that it was more them just sex. Anyhow after a night round at his younger cousin’s Gavin and Butt’s place with Tony and the others, they started reminiscing about the cabin.

He listen intently at Butt recounting his being beaten to fuck, with Harvey using all of the  special techniques. All that Harvey did to him which he loved was something our Biker would not forget (see chapters 45 to 50 for Butt and Harvey’s brutal cabin sex adventures.

Just hearing this was exciting for Jackson which cousin Gavin noticed and eventually he left them and saying he had to get home (which was to Gavin’s parent’s home) as he had an early start. Gavin  cried ‘cuzz stay here with us tonight.’ He thanked him but shook his head and got up and hugged them all and left.

However instead of going home, he made his way to Harvey’s home and sat on his porch and waited for him to turn up. When he did wordlessly he looked at him shyly and he was pulled up and wordlessly they went inside the man’s home and jerked each other off. As they did so Jackson panted ‘tell  me again about how you did that fucker whore Biker, whose has taken in my opinion, complete advantage of my little cuzz Gavin’s generous nature then?’

 Harvey did and as he did so, looked at Jackson who was now 35. He and Harvey were the same height and was a lot slimmer in shape body wise and tonight he wore his large afro out as he planning to have it cane rowed the next day by one of his cousins. He still sprouted a goatee and they avoid each other mouths, before Jackson saying  ‘fuck it kiss me yeah?’ 

Harvey did not need asking twice and after they came they made their way to the bedroom and fell asleep cuddling. Eventually after seeing each other when Jackson was in town, they both fucked each other and that was that much to cousin Issac and others surprise. 

Not to his cousin Gavin, though as he has seen the look that his cousin gave Harvey that night at his and Butts home, and as he himself had also previously hooked up with Harvey many a time whilst his boyfriend and his brother had been having their open affair, therefore Gavin he knew exactly how his cousin was feeling.

So back to Biker Butt and life had changed completely this was because after he left Jeremiah’s home and with his head full of his conversation with Lucien, he told Gavin that he would stop seeing his brother Issac.  He also made a decision to come clean to his long term girlfriend Natalie that they were over, as he was in love with Gavin and had been for long time now. 

He told Cliff his brother in law about this a few months ago, as he himself came to see him. Andrea his wife had become concerned about his speaking to Deputy Terrell and had read his text messages. 
So she did not confront him but hired a private detective and then pictures and videos were produced with evidence of her husband’s affair.

She gave her husband an ultimation and he agreed to stop seeing Terrell, but h had difficulty keeping to this and made decision to spilt up and go and see if the two of them could make go of things. Terrell could not contain his excitement and gushed to Jeremiah, maybe we can be together like you and John are.’

‘Well maybe not as I can’t see Cliff younger brother being thruple with me and him, like you and Jock and John are ’ he joked!’

Anyhow back to Natalie and telling her re him and Gavin. That had to wait, as Natalie had to stay on for an extended period of time in Italy, which had therefore given her long term boyfriend Butt, an opportunity to live with his boyfriend Gavin as a  proper couple.

The reason for this extended trip had occurred due to Natalies mother having an serious accident when they were on 2 week trip there, which meant she could not travel back and leave her. Her job was kept open for here which was blessing. So it was 9 months before she could come back to the United States after leaving her mom there, with her new man that she had met.

When Butt finally picked her up at the airport, he was of course all loved up with Gavin. As he greeted Natalie he was a tad nervous, as he planned to tell her about him and his boyfriend. As they drove home she was full of her travels and her mom’s ill health and he was pretty quiet. 

So as soon as they got in the house she said to Butt ‘honey what’s going on are you not happy to see me?’

‘Natalie of course I am, I just tired with work that all.’

‘Really as you seem a bit strange and there is just something different about you and I can’t quite put my finger on what it is babe!’

Butt made some excuse about being busy at work as he had been promoted again, and he said ‘I am going to make some dinner’ and did so leaving Natalie sitting in the living room. Later they ate and she yawned loudly and said ‘let’s go to bed darling come on.’ 

And as told to, he did rather reluctantly and there they made love, well he went through the motions and came inside her twice. After which she looked at him curiously and said ‘ah my baby’s back in the room and now I want you to fuck me like you did before you went to the cabin that time Butt.’

‘ And I don’t want you to hold back either.

They looked at each other and he did and at the same time he recalled how he had spent hours having sex with her that time, so that she experienced his full unabandoned passion, as he was plowing repeatedly into her sloppy cunt in lots of positions. 

His girlfriend has no idea that then as her ‘heterosexual’ straight laced conservative boyfriend was ravishing her and as she was having multiple orgasms, that all that her boyfriend was thinking about at the same time, was his hard week ahead with the Tony and John in the Cabin. 

However Butt had no idea that his gym buddy John would violate him like he did!

He was aware though that Harvey would though, and he craved this experience as well as all of the guys from the gym who would also beat his fat office/gym built ass and work him over so violently. This he had grown to craved and love their attention that they gave him all the time. 

For them his gym buddies, they had all seen Butt’s transformation after he was introduce to them by Tony and John and were excited to be given the opportunity to join the best buddies and Harvey in the cabin for few days. The fact that he allowed them to molest and spank his hot ass and also stuff their large rough fingers inside his open soaking well lubricated asshole as he worked out, thus building his body and big jelly buttock up for their pleasure was great. 

Most identified as straight and were married with families and were turn on by doing so in the presence of their gym buddies, with no resistance. They all noted that Butt’s fat office man ass, had grown significantly bigger over his months in the gym, all were looking forward to banging him out soon as. 

Yes all they talk about no stop, on the way up to the cabin was Biker Butt ended up being tied to his motor cycle and fucked for hours by them all. They laughed and joked about thrusting their powerful thighs into his twin globes as they wanted to feel themselves inside him and see his extra-large mounds wobble and bounce about like crazy. 

They all said that they wanted to double penetrate the man as soon as. But upon seeing him when they finally turned up at the Cabin, both stunned and upset them, as now they were sure that this was not going to happened. Butt looked terrible after John’s violation and they were so angry with him for doing so to their placid Biker gym buddy.

As had been forementioned in earlier chapters, this had led to all of them being pleased to see the back of John, when he left the town in order to move in with Jeremiah. As if it was not for Biker Butts resilience and his not wanting to let any of them who travelled so far to see him in the cabin that week, having taken time off work, John selfish behaviour would have certainly fucked up their plans.

So with all that in mind, Butt once again flipped his much smaller girlfriend over on to her stomach and pulled her up on all fours and pulling her hair, took her rough style, leaving her screaming, just the way he like being taken by his boyfriend Gavin, that morning before he left got the airport, as  well as the night before his cabin sexcapades .

As he plunged his full fat length in and out of Natalie’s hot snatching cunt, once again he could feel himself expanding inside her belly. Just to do was bliss, as his almost foot long dick was taken with ease and he dumped two loads inside her expanded twat and he saw the look of pure unabandon ecstasy, his girlfriend had several prolong orgasms screaming his name and sobbing at the same time as she squirted his pussy juices all over him. 

Throughout this steamy sex session with his girlfriend, Gavin dominate his thoughts and this was making his mind race and his dick was super rock hard. With this he flung Natalie over and ravish her much smaller body and choked her and was taking her just like the previous time.

However the difference was that as he came pounding and pummelling her hot snapping pussy snatch out, he roared out Gavin’s repeatedly and that he loved him. As soon he did so, he realised he was completely and utterly busted. Shit hit the fan and it all came out as they say and Natalie screamed at her ‘boyfriend’. 

‘Butt you called me Gavin, what the hell is going on?’

After getting the truth out of him except the fact that he was ‘complete gay cum whore’, that night Butt was thrown out and that was that and he ran naked back to Gavin’s home and moved in with him properly, so they were at last a couple.  

However 3  months later after no communication between them, Natalie called Butt and she said ‘come over to the house as I gotta tell you something important!’

So he did knocking on the door of his old home which Natalie still lived and she told him ‘Butt you asshole I am pregnant with your baby, and its’ yours. Before you ask not I not getting rid of it, so yeah you with your boyfriend that bastard Gavin will have to help me.

‘Jesus no wonder he and Debbie spilt up, as what an asshole what with him being a gay fuck and stealing my man right from under my nose.’ 

Butt you asshole, what is it with this place that all of the men I know are gay fucks eh?’

‘Don’t look at me like that I mean like your two  buddies John and Tony who are living with their boyfriends now, just like you are. Thank God Ally and Maddie left them and are now with new husbands and each have own families now with 2 kids a piece. And as for that the rest of you buddies,  Gavin’s cousin Jackson who is with Harvey now, it’s like queer city around here.’ 

‘And my sis Andrea tell me that she and Cliff have separated and that he is seeing some guy call Terrell who works with John’s boyfriend. Butt what the hell went on in that god damn cabin that time you all went up there?’

Not waiting for an answer she carried on ‘ah at least that Kaylee a nice women and her husband Konrad is not sleeping with any guys, like the rest of you are!’ Butt raised his eye brows which Natalie failed to see when that was stated remembering Tony 3 day fuckfest with the guy,  see chapter 73. 

She carried on ‘but never the less you have to support me financially as I can’t afford a kid, and before you ask I aint gonna get an abortion either Butt, so don’t damn well asked to do so ok you owe me that at least.’

Butt looked at her and said ‘I would never asked you to do that Natalie I and am so sorry I broke your heart.’

‘Yeah well words are cheap it action I need.’

‘ Butt I am to tired and far too stressed to think about moving out of town to restart my life, as I like it here. and have my friends as well. Although on hindsight I should never have moved here with you should I, as you would not got involved with those two closeted fuck John and Tony would you?’

Butt did not answer as for him it was a no brainer re his moving here and then meeting John and Tony that night the six of them went out. he ws reluctant to do so, but once there they all had a great time, drinking plenty of beers and shots, and there was more. 

All of them were having so much fun, dancing away.

And at one point John, Tony and him were all dancing together with Butt in the middle and John hands were under his t shirt, playing with his sensitive nipples, causing his large prick to swell and it lay against Tony’s fat muscle rump.  The lights went dark and they turn round with Tony behind Butt and John in front, doing the same .

Tonys hand slid into and down the man pants and he felt his dick and said ‘Jesus Butt, my girl was right you got huge fat dick!’ At that he started to laugh and they carried on dancing and Tony and John managed to suck on his neck, moving away as the light became brighter, winking at him and he blushed staggering a bit.

Butt once he sobered up was apprehensive as it was all too much for him and refused to see them again. Natalie went crazy and told him off for stopping her form having a good time, and so thereafter he agreed to go and the best buddies started coercing and manipulating the shy as hell office heterosexual manager who was suited and booted at work to morph into a full blown homosexual cock sucking dick and ass riding ass whore!

He always had loved riding big motor bikes that throbbed between his legs and wearing leathers that added to his overall confidence as well. He felt powerful and Butt loved his life now and being able to live freely, openly with his boyfriend, waking up next to him every morning and he skipped off to work with big fuck off smile each day.

So therefore an hour after he received the news that his ex-girlfriend was now pregnant, he left her and headed home and told Gavin the news that his ex-girlfriend was pregnant with his child. His boyfriend was understandably speechless and hugged him. The next day whilst out shopping, Natalie saw Gavin’s ex fiancée Debbie and told her that she was pregnant. 

Debbie looked at here and said sarcastically her intent clear “oh really how nice for you that your cheating gay boyfriend has knocked you up hon?’

Natalie snapped already in bad mood and extremely tired as well as her having experienced morning sickness, ‘you really are a prize cunt Debbie aint you!’

‘Yeah well so what at least I taught that fucker a lesson’ she smirked

‘What do you mean by that Debbie, how did you teach Gavin a lesson?’

‘Hon I beat the crap out of him, leaving the big lug bruised and battered.’

She grinned devilishly and I also raped him and sent him on his way, back to your gay boyfriend’ and crackled as she describe what she had done to her ex-fiancé in detail.

Natalie was stunned and after a few minutes silence she said staring at Debbie who she had once liked and admired ‘Jesus I hated Gavin for stealing my boyfriend off me, but what you did is so disgusting violating him like that Debbie.’

‘My god woman who are you?’

The response was sarcastic ‘whatever hon although his sister Julia kicked my ass, and I ended up pissing myself the fucking bitch!’ See chapter 27 

‘Good for her I would have done the same Debbie as that was real cuntish thing to do to anybody male or female you sick fuck and I bet those boxing classes that you took were used to your advantage weren’t they when you raped your ex ?’

Debbie smiled fiendishly and said laughing cracking up,’ sure were hun. Anyway, well after that we fucked when he and your boyfriend Butt, was in the cabin for that week Natalie and he stay at home as he had a project to complete at work before going to meet him there’
.

‘And once again the same night that Butt was staying with you the day you returned, so I had sex with that dick wad Gavin again and he could not get enough of my sweet pussy snatch!’ 

‘But now as a result, like you I am pregnant. So honey you aint the only on have a baby so I guess we have that in common Natalie, both of us having a kid with a gay man as the father eh babes!’

Natalie was shocked into silence and walked away from Debbie whose smile dropped as she like Natalie was panicking now as being a single mom was not on plans. No she assumed like everyone else that she would be married to Gavin and they would have family by now, not left on her own to bring up their child, which causing her to stress out. 

A few days later Natalie decided needed to speak to her ex and his boyfriend Gavin about this new situation, so she called a meeting with the pair of them and at the same time, invited Debbie over to her home. Debbie did not want to come, but was told firmly to ‘get your ass over here you dumb ass bitch! 

Once they were all sitting in front of her, Natalie said to Gavin who was taken abck to see his abusive ex fiancée sitting there, though he was no longer frightened of her anymore, ‘listen you fuck. Butt was my man and I am not losing him completely to you. I’m pregnant as he must have told you and he is the father and I need him to support me, as I am not doing this on my own do you hear me Gavin?’

As that point Debbie chimed in ‘I agree and I am pregnant as well Gavin you gay ass hole!’

 ‘Yeah Gavin don’t act all surprised and take that dumb look off your stupid face, as you and me made love 3 months ago that night Butt pick Natalie up from the airport. He did not come home and I found you crying over your beer in the bar when I walked past as you were saying ‘I lost my man again to any asshole who would listen to you whining on.’

‘So I took you to my home and we fucked again and made love, just like last time when you got drunk and your boyfriend was in the cabin getting worked over by that hot guy Harvey, who services me as well.’

‘Yes so what, I have used his service a few times, as I like it rough and you could never do that could you babes?’ 

Hearing this stated Gavin started shouting ‘you bitch Debbie taking advantage of me like that, when I am always vulnerable and drunk how could you do this to me.’

‘Why can’t you just leave me alone it bad enough that you raped and beat me ain’t it?’
 

Debbie looked at him in contempt and shouted back ‘well your rock hard fat dick don’t lie does it, just like you boyfriend did the same night to his ‘girlfriend here!’

‘Yeah and before I forget, I know that you let you brother Isaac have an affair with your boyfriend here. Yes you fuck, everyone knows about it so cut the crap Gavin. And whilst you at it tell that bitch sister of your Julia to stay the fuck away from me as I ended pissing myself after the cunt attacked me in the hotel.’

Then after shouting at each other for while Gavin went quiet as did Debbie and both her and Natalie  noted that Butt and Gavin looked at each other and said at the same time ‘oh fuck!’

Natalie interjected and said smoothly ‘I don’t give a shit what you do but you and me re our relationship is so not over Butt. Ok I get that you live with your boyfriend now, but we got a bound now with this little one’ she said rubbing her belly.

Debbie said the same saying ‘sorry Gavin but you got responsibilities now you gonna be father to our child!’

Gavin replied ‘I can’t live you Debbie not after you abused me and besides I am ‘Gay’ and I love Butt, my boyfriend.’

Debbie scoffed and said ‘sure yet your dick was harder than it had ever been when we made love babes. Look Gavin, we are having a kid so shut the fuck up. Jeez, I aint asked you to move in with me, but you have to take responsibly for our child, I can’t do this on my own and we will need your support and I am sorry for what I did you but…’

Natalie said ‘yeah Butt, fuck around with Gavin and live with him as you have been all that time I was away, as well as I been told by Maddie and Ally and plus you and their boyfriends were sleeping together ever since the night I introduced you and order him to keep going to the gym with those assholes.’

‘That and all of those guys for your gym that you had sex with and don’t lie that you have not. Quite frankly though, that your buiness, and I don’t give a fuck. But I am not losing you completely as I can’t do this on my own, we both need your support!’

Gavin and Butt looked at each other and shrugged their shoulder and said ‘oh heck we are gonna be daddies!’ 

‘Yes we are!’

The four of them talked and when they left Natlie and Debbie, the couple headed to their local bar and over a few beers Gavin said shaking his head, this is crazy aint it Butt?’

‘Yeah it is and I have to say hearing your sister Julia sorting out your ex and making her piss herself is hilarious love!’

They both roared with laughter and eventually left the bar and headed home and later on as Gavin was sleeping as Butt lay beside him. He was casting his mind back over the last few years and tried to count how many men that he had had sex who has unloaded inside him and as he did so his fingers penetrated his asshole.

Twist and stroking his love button and shivering, Butt ran through all of them well as much as he could remember, as his spasming ass cunt muscle orgasmed anally against his fingers.

‘I really am or was a Humiliated Biker Slut’ he cried loudly the third time he came!

Before he knew it, he found his hand being pulled so that his finger came out of his tender engorge man twat, and he was rolled on top of and his asshole was entered, and he was fucked to oblivion  and kissed with such passion and love that his head spinning.

Butt was told ‘yes you are my Humiliated Biker Slut Boyfriend.’

‘I Love You Daddy Butt!’ 

So there dear readers we come the end of our Humiliated Biker Butt’s story

The End

In the dimly lit labyrinth of the old adult theater, the scent of stale popcorn and the murmur of forgotten desires hung thick in the air. The neon sign outside flickered erratically, casting an eerie glow that danced across Jake’s toned body as he stepped out of his car. The rain had stopped, but the dark clouds remained, mirroring his own internal turmoil as he approached the theater’s tinted glass doors. He was a college football star, a beacon of masculinity to his peers, yet here he was, about to indulge in his most closely guarded secrets—his unquenchable thirst for submission and the warm embrace of men but not just any men, ugly, out of shape men who normally wouldn’t have a chance in hell with someone that looks like him.

Once inside, the sticky floorboards groaned underfoot as he navigated through the maze of seats, each occupied by a shadowy figure whose eyes glinted with a hunger that seemed to transcend the flickering pornographic images on the screen. Jake’s heart raced, his pulse a wild drum in his ears as he found a relatively secluded spot to satisfy his curiosity. He had always been curious about the allure of the forbidden, the thrill of being watched, the delicate dance of power exchange.

The film began to play, a cacophony of grunts and artificial moans, and as the screen filled with scenes of depravity, so too did the theater. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and anticipation as the men around him grew bolder in their movements, stroking themselves to the rhythm of the on-screen debauchery. Jake, unable to resist the siren call of his own desires, pulled out his thick, cock, feeling it throb in his hand as he began to pump it slowly. His eyes darted around the room, noticing the furtive glances thrown his way, the way the men’s eyes lingered on his body as if it were a feast laid out before them.

And then, as if the universe had conspired against him, the door to the theater creaked open, and in walked Larry and Clint, the two men he’d hoped to never encounter in such a place. His best friends’ fathers had always had an unsettling way of ogling him, their glances lingering a beat too long, their compliments on his physique always tinged with something more. The room seemed to shrink around him and he tried to sink lower in his chair to not be seen but just as he lowered himself down, he looked up and saw Clint staring right at him.

Their eyes met, and the smirks that grew on Larry and Clint’s faces were unmistakable. They had found their prey, and Jake could almost feel the thrill of the hunt in the air. They sauntered down the aisle, the floor sticking to their shoes with every step, and took their places on either side of him. His heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps as he realized his worst fear had come to life and his cock was still out.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here,” Larry drawled, his voice thick with amusement. His hand reached over and grabbed Jake’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. The touch was foreign, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through Jake’s body, making his cock twitch in response. Clint, not to be outdone, leaned in from the other side, his hot breath ghosting against Jake’s ear as he whispered, “Always knew you had a taste for the wild side, didn’t we, Larry?”

Jake’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he hastily tried to tuck his cock back into his pants, his heart racing. But before he could even attempt to stand, the two men had grabbed his arms, holding him firmly in place. Larry’s grip was surprisingly strong, and Clint’s fingers dug into his biceps, leaving half-moon imprints in his skin. “Don’t go anywhere, sweetheart,” Larry said with a chuckle, his hand sliding up Jake’s chest to cup his neck. “We’ve got the perfect spot for you right here.”

Jake’s eyes darted between the two of them, his mind racing. He knew that if he made a scene, it would only draw more attention. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, his cock swelling even more as the reality of his situation set in. These men, who had always made him uncomfortable, now had complete power over him. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, there was a part of him that craved this, that thrilled at the thought of being used and dominated by them.

Larry was a behemoth of a man, his bulging belly stretching the fabric of his shirt to its limits, revealing a patchwork of hairy, sweaty skin. His face was a map of wrinkles, with a bulbous nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. His eyes were small and pig-like, but they gleamed with a cunning that belied his gruff exterior. The stench of stale cigars and cheap whiskey wafted from his breath, making Jake’s stomach churn.

Clint, on the other hand, was shorter, though no less rotund. His bald head was ringed by a greasy halo of hair, his tiny eyes disappearing into the folds of fat. His teeth, stained a sickly yellow, were bared in a predatory smile that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. His breath reeked of garlic and despair, and his thick, sausage-like fingers felt cold and clammy against Jake’s skin.

Jake’s mind screamed for him to fight back, to push these two grotesque figures away and run out of this place of darkness and sin. But his body had other ideas. It thrummed with an excitement that was as confusing as it was undeniable. He felt like a moth drawn to a flame, his will to resist slowly being consumed by the heat of his own desires.

With trembling voice, Jake asked, “What do you guys want from me?”

Larry leaned in closer, his beer-soaked breath hot against Jake’s cheek as he replied, “Oh, we just want to help you out, son. You see, we know you’re new to this kind of scene, and we thought we could show you the ropes. After all, we’re your best friend’s fathers, we just want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.”

Clint’s fat hand slid down Jake’s torso, his thick digits tracing the contours of Jake’s abs, making Jake’s skin crawl and his cock pulse with an involuntary need. Jake’s mind reeled with the sudden reality of the situation. He had fantasized about this kind of encounter, but never with Larry and Clint. They were the epitome of everything he found repulsive, yet here he was, sitting between them in an adult theater having just tucked his cock back inside his jeans.

The two men didn’t wait for his consent. With the confidence of those who had been in charge all their lives, they began to unbutton Jake’s shirt. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the air as Larry’s impatient hand ripped it open, exposing Jake’s sculpted chest to the stale, damp air. Clint’s hand followed, his fingers tracing the line of Jake’s collarbone before descending to cup one of his firm pecs. The sensation of those cold, greasy fingers sent a shiver down his spine, his nipple hardening under Clint’s touch despite his inner turmoil.

Jake’s cock, trapped in his tight jeans, strained against the fabric, the pressure building with every touch. Larry’s hand slid lower, reaching for the waistband of Jake’s pants, his touch like a branding iron on Jake’s hot skin. He unzipped them, and with a rough tug, pulled them down but they got stuck on Jake’s thick thighs and the seat.

“Up, boy,” Larry grunted, his hand firmly on Jake’s shoulder, pushing him to stand. Jake’s legs trembled, his muscles tight with anticipation and fear. He complied, his jeans sliding down to his knees. He could feel the cool air of the theater kissing the exposed flesh of his thighs, his heart racing faster than it ever had on the football field. Clint’s eyes were like those of a kid in a candy store as he took in the sight of Jake’s jock. The fabric clung to his firm, round ass, showcasing the enticing divide between his muscular cheeks.

The room around them was a symphony of lustful sounds—moans, the rustling of clothing, the wet smack of skin on skin—but all Jake could focus on was the touch of Larry’s hand on his bare hip and Clint’s hot breath against his neck. They were like a pair of hungry hyenas, eager to devour the young buck that had stumbled into their territory.

With surprising agility, Larry and Clint tugged at Jake’s jeans, trying to pull them down the rest of the way. Jake’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, his whole body feeling exposed and vulnerable. Larry’s grip tightened, and with a snicker, he gave the fabric one final pull. The jeans gave way, slipping down over Jake’s muscular thighs and calves, getting caught on the laces of his high top sneakers.

“Now, don’t go tripping over yourself, stud,” Larry said, his voice a gruff caress that sent a strange thrill through Jake’s body. “You wouldn’t want to miss the show, would you?”

Their combined strength was surprising as they worked to remove Jake’s jeans. The fabric clung to his skin, the friction sending shivers of both fear and excitement through him. He could feel his legs being forced apart, his feet caught in the material of his sneakers. The coolness of the floor against the bare skin of his calves and ankles was a stark contrast to the heat of his arousal. The jeans slid down, the roughness of the fabric scraping against his skin as they were forced through the tight space of his shoes. The sensation was almost too much, and Jake’s cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come.

Once he was fully exposed, Larry and Clint took a moment to appreciate the sight before them. Jake’s ass was a thing of beauty, the perfect mounds of muscle encased in the stretched jock, the fabric painting a picture of restraint and allure. The head of his cock strained against the fabric, begging to be set free. Clint’s eyes lit up with a greedy hunger, his mouth watering as he leaned in closer. Larry’s hand slid around the back of Jake’s thigh. The touch was gentle, almost tender, yet it was the touch of an experienced predator staking claim to his prey.

“Look at that,” Clint murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the outline of Jake’s cock through the jock. “It’s like it’s begging for attention, isn’t it?”

The humiliation of being ogled and touched by these two men in such a public space was almost overwhelming, but Jake’s body responded with a traitorous jolt of pleasure. He could feel the fabric of the jock growing wet with pre-cum, the material sticking to his sensitive skin. Larry’s hand followed Clint’s, both of them stroking and teasing his cock through the fabric, their rough, calloused hands a stark contrast to the smoothness of his own.

With a sudden, surprising strength, Larry and Clint pushed Jake forward so that he was leaning over the sticky, plush seat in front of them. The coldness of the plastic against his bare skin sent a shiver up his spine, making his asshole clench in anticipation. The theater’s cushion was sticky with the remnants of a hundred illicit encounters, and Jake’s stomach churned with a mix of revulsion and arousal. He could feel the two men’s breaths hot on the backs of his thighs as they leaned in closer, their eyes locked on the prize they had been waiting for.

“Looks like you’ve been working out, Jake,” Clint quipped, his thick fingers tracing the crevice of Jake’s ass with the same enthusiasm as a kid discovering a new toy. “It’s like a slice of heaven, right Larry?”

Larry chuckled, his hand joining Clint’s in their exploration of Jake’s exposed flesh. They began to make lewd comments about his tight asshole, their words a mix of awe and crude humor that made Jake’s face burn even hotter. “I’ve seen a lot of asses in my day, but this one’s a real winner. You ever had anyone tap that, boy?”

Jake’s silence was his only answer, his mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. He didn’t dare to look back at them, his eyes instead fixed on the sticky floor in front of him. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body poised and tense like a coiled spring. He wanted it but didn’t want to admit it and definitely not to his best friend’s fathers.

Without warning, Larry’s hand reared back and slammed down on Jake’s firm, round ass. The sound of the spank echoed through the theater, cutting through the symphony of lustful sounds like a gunshot through a library. The sting was sharp and hot, and Jake couldn’t help but yelp in surprise. The pain radiated through his body, setting his nerves alight with a fire that seemed to consume him from the inside out. It was a sensation he’d never felt before, one that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Jake’s body tensed, his cheeks burning with the heat of the spank and the embarrassment of being so publicly claimed. The men around them had stopped their own furtive activities, their eyes now fixed on the unfolding scene. Larry’s hand remained on Jake’s ass, the heat of his palm searing into his skin like a brand. Clint leaned in closer, his breath hot and rancid against Jake’s ear. “That’s what you get for not answering, boy.”

Finally finding his voice, Jake managed to croak out a reply, his words shaking with the effort of maintaining a semblance of dignity. “N-no one’s ever tapped it before,” he admitted, his face buried in the seat in front of him. The words felt like a declaration of innocence lost, a confession that only served to fuel the fire in his belly.

Larry and Clint erupted in laughter, their bellies jiggling in unison. The sound was like thunder in the small, enclosed space, their mirth echoing off the walls of the theater. “Well, don’t you worry, son,” Larry said, his voice thick with amusement. “We’re more than happy to help our son’s best friend out with that little problem of yours.”

The two men began to work in tandem, their hands roaming over Jake’s exposed skin with a practiced ease that spoke of countless similar encounters. Larry’s thumb slid down Jake’s ass, teasing the sensitive skin around his asshole. Jake’s body tensed, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt his ass being spread apart. The cold air of the theater brushed against his most intimate spot, making his body quiver.

Clint’s hand moved up to Jake’s back, his fingers digging into the muscles there, holding him in place as Larry’s thumb circled closer and closer to the tight ring of his anus. The sensation was foreign, yet it sent a shiver of excitement down Jake’s spine. He could feel the beginnings of a moan building in his chest, but he bit his lip to hold it in, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much they affected him.

But it was no use. As Larry’s thumb breached the entrance to his ass, Jake couldn’t hold back the low, guttural groan that escaped his lips. The feeling was strange, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a bolt of electricity straight to his cock. Larry’s thumb slid in deeper, the pressure increasing until Jake felt his muscles give way. He could hear the older man’s chuckle, the sound of victory in his voice as he whispered, “There you go, just relax and let Daddy show you how good it can feel.”

Jake’s eyes squeezed shut as Larry’s thumb began to move in slow, deliberate circles, stretching him open. The sensation was intense, his ass clenching and unclenching around the intrusion. Clint’s hand had moved to Jake’s cock, now fully free from the confines of his jock, stroking it with a firm, sure grip that had Jake’s hips bucking back against Larry’s hand. The sensation of their rough, unshaved skin against his own was almost too much to bear.

“Look at him go, Larry,” Clint chuckled, his voice a low rumble. “He’s a natural born slut for it, isn’t he?”

Their words were like a hot knife, slicing through Jake’s inhibitions. His body responded of its own accord, pushing back against Larry’s invading thumb, welcoming the intrusion. It was as if all his life he’d been waiting for this moment, the moment when his true nature was laid bare before these two men he’d known since childhood. The thought was as thrilling as it was terrifying, and he couldn’t stop his body from craving more.

Without warning, Larry’s thumb retreated, leaving Jake’s ass feeling empty and exposed. He heard the sound of Larry licking his lips, the wet smack echoing through the theater, and then, with a moan that was half fear and half anticipation, he felt Larry’s tongue replace his thumb. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before—hot, wet, and rough, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. His hips bucked backward, eager for more, and he couldn’t help the loud moan that tore from his throat.

The theater, which had fallen silent for a moment at the sound of Larry’s spank, erupted into murmurs and whispers. The men around them had turned their full attention to the spectacle unfolding in the row before them, their own hands paused mid-stroke, eyes glued to the sight of Jake’s muscular form bent over the chair, his tight asshole being expertly licked by the older man. Jake’s face burned with embarrassment, but the pleasure was too intense for him to care about the audience.

As if drawn by the scent of a fresh kill, the other patrons began to stir. They slowly got out of their seats, their erections bobbing in the air like a forest of fleshly antennas seeking a signal. They shuffled closer, creating a human circle around Jake, Larry, and Clint. The dim light played over the men’s nakedness, casting elongated shadows that danced on the walls like silent, lewd puppets.

Jake’s eyes darted around the theater, taking in the sight of the men’s cocks—some long and veiny, others thick and bulbous—each one a silent declaration of desire aimed directly at him. The air grew heavy with the musk of lust as the men’s eyes roved over his exposed body, their gazes hungry and unabashed. He could feel their stares on his skin, like the ghostly touch of a thousand hands.

Larry’s tongue plunged deeper into Jake’s ass, his beer gut pressing against Jake’s thighs as he feasted on the young man’s forbidden fruit. The lewd sounds of Larry’s slurps and moans filled the space around them, making Jake’s cock throb in Clint’s grip. Each stroke of Clint’s hand was punctuated by the wet smack of Larry’s tongue against his skin, setting a rhythm that Jake’s body couldn’t resist. The moans grew louder, filling the air like a symphony of depravity.

The men around them had abandoned all pretense of watching the film, their eyes glued to the trio in the aisle. The theater was alive with a cacophony of lewd comments and suggestions, each more explicit than the last. “Look at that tight little hole, I bet it’s never been fucked!” one man called out, his voice hoarse with desire. Another groaned, “I’d love to stuff my cock in there, make him squeal like a pig!” The words should have repulsed Jake, but instead, they only served to heighten his arousal. He was the center of attention, the star of their twisted show, and the power they had over him was intoxicating.

Larry’s tongue was relentless, delving deep into Jake’s ass, savoring every inch of his tight, untouched hole. The sensation was overwhelming, a fiery pleasure that seemed to consume him from within. Jake’s moans grew louder, his body undulating with each wet plunge. Clint’s hand tightened around his cock, matching the tempo of Larry’s tongue, the two men working in concert to drive him to the brink of insanity.

The lewd comments from the surrounding men grew more frequent, their eyes feasting on the sight of Jake’s body, stretched and exposed for their viewing pleasure. “Look at that ass, it’s just begging for a good pounding!” one of them shouted, his voice thick with lust. “Yeah, he’s got a cock like a stallion, bet he’s never had anything that big in him!” another chimed in, his own cock pulsing in time with Larry’s tongue. The words were crude, the intent unmistakable, and yet they only served to stoke the fire in Jake’s belly. He had always dreamt of this, of being the object of desire, the center of a room full of men who craved him.

Just as the pleasure was about to become unbearable, Jake’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as a new figure stepped into his line of sight. A grandpa-aged man with a face that looked like a roadmap of regret and a body that bore the ravages of time had positioned himself directly in front of the chair, blocking his view of the floor. The man’s leathery skin was a patchwork of liver spots and wrinkles, his eyes sunken into his skull, yet they gleamed with a feral hunger that seemed to burn brighter than the neon lights outside. His clothes were stained and ill-fitting, but the erection tenting his trousers was unmistakable.

The old man wasted no time, lowering his pants to expose his cock. It was a gnarled and withered thing, the head a mottled shade of purple and the shaft covered in a thick layer of gray pubic hair. Jake’s eyes widened in horror, but Clint having let go of his cock now grabbed his hair with unyielding strength as he yanked Jake’s head up to face the stranger. “Suck it, slut!” Clint growled, his voice a command that resonated through Jake’s very soul.

Jake’s mind raced, the reality of his situation crashing down upon him like a tidal wave of despair and arousal. His body was not his own, a mere plaything for these men to use and discard. Yet, even as the rational part of his mind screamed for him to resist, his mouth watered at the sight of the old man’s erection. He leaned in, his heart hammering in his chest, and took the head into his mouth, feeling the girth stretch his lips to their limits. The taste was acrid, like a forgotten fruit left to rot in the sun, but the sensation of the man’s hand on the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythmic motion, was intoxicating.

The theater’s patrons watched with rapt attention, their own hands moving in time with the show before them. The room was alive with the sounds of masturbation, a symphony of flesh against flesh that seemed to crescendo with every moan Jake let escape. His eyes watered as he took more of the old man’s cock into his mouth, feeling the veins pulse against his tongue. The man’s grip grew tighter, his hips jerking as he neared climax. Jake’s own cock now back in Clints hand was a steel rod, the older man’s strokes growing more urgent as he watched his partner in crime claim the young stud’s innocence.

Larry’s tongue was a whirlwind of sensation, pushing into Jake’s tight channel, retreating, then delving deeper. Each pass was a battle against the tight ring of muscle, a dance of pain and pleasure that had Jake’s legs trembling. He felt his asshole clench around Larry’s tongue, desperate to keep the intrusion within him. The sounds of Larry’s wet, sloppy assault grew louder, mingling with the old man’s grunts of pleasure.

As Jake took more of the old man’s cock into his mouth, his eyes watered, and his throat constricted around the unyielding girth. The taste was a mix of bitterness and age, a stark contrast to the clean, youthful flavor he had imagined in his fantasies. Yet, it was a taste of submission, of giving in to the desires he had long denied, and it was intoxicating. He could feel the man’s excitement growing, his pulse racing, and knew he was close. The pressure in Jake’s mouth grew, and he braced himself for the inevitable eruption.

Larry’s tongue slid out of his ass, and the coldness of the room was replaced by the warm, slick pressure of a finger pushing into him. Jake’s eyes rolled back in his head as the digit stretched him open, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. He was being claimed, and the very act of it was a declaration of his newfound status as their plaything.

The old man’s cock grew in Jake’s mouth, his grip tightening as he reached climax. The salty, bitter fluid spurted against the back of Jake’s throat, and he choked, swallowing convulsively as the man’s hips bucked. The taste was foreign and overwhelming, but he took it, eager to please, eager to be used. The room erupted in a cacophony of cheers and lewd laughter, the energy of the crowd feeding the dark thrill coursing through his veins.

As the old man’s climax subsided, Larry withdrew his finger from Jake’s ass, his own excitement palpable. “Looks like you’re ready for the main event, boy,” he sneered, his voice thick with lust. Jake felt a new wave of trepidation wash over him as Larry stood up.

With a cruel smile, Larry stepped out of his own pants, his belly jiggling with each movement. The other men in the theater leaned in, their eyes glued to the obscene sight before them. Jake could feel their collective breath, hot and ragged, against the back of his neck. The anticipation was like a living creature in the room, a beast that grew more insatiable with each passing moment.

Larry’s cock was a beast of its own, a thick, meaty column that slapped against Jake’s lower back with a wet sound. Jake felt a surge of fear and excitement as he realized what was about to happen. The chair groaned under their combined weight as Larry pushed him down. The coldness of the chair against his bare skin made him shiver, but the heat from Larry’s body was like a brand.

With a grunt, Larry positioned himself behind Jake, his cock probing at the entrance to his ass. The anticipation was unbearable, a tightrope walk between pleasure and pain that had Jake’s body taut as a bowstring. The head of Larry’s cock nudged against him, the pressure building until it felt like a dam about to burst. Then, with a single, brutal thrust, Larry claimed him.

Jake’s scream was muffled by the old man’s cock still lodged in his mouth, his eyes watering as Larry’s thick member tore into him, filling him in a way he’d never imagined. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot agony that sent shockwaves through his body. His muscles clenched around the intrusion, trying to push it out even as he felt himself being stretched to the breaking point.

Larry’s hand came down hard on Jake’s ass, the slap echoing through the theater like a gunshot. The sound was accompanied by a collective groan from the onlookers, their eyes glued to the scene of Jake’s defilement. The sting from the blow was a sharp counterpoint to the fullness in his ass, a reminder that he was now theirs to use as they saw fit. The room was a blur of shadowy figures, their eyes gleaming with lust and envy as they watched Larry take the young man’s virginity.

Jake’s body trembled with the force of Larry’s thrusts, each one sending a fresh wave of pain-laced pleasure through his body. He could feel the head of the old man’s cock lodged in his throat, the roughness of Larry’s cock stretching him beyond what he thought possible. The men’s grunts and the slap of flesh filled the air, a symphony of depravity that seemed to crescendo with each brutal penetration. Jake’s own moans were muffled by the old man’s shaft, the vibrations of his voice adding to the symphony of lustful sounds that surrounded them.

As the initial shock of the penetration began to recede, a warm, slick feeling began to spread through him, a strange sense of belonging that washed over him like a warm embrace. The pain morphed into something else, a deep, primal need that had been buried within him, waiting to be unleashed. His body began to respond, his ass muscles loosening, welcoming the thick cock that invaded him so fiercely.

Jake’s own cock, still trapped in Clint’s vice-like grip, grew even harder, pulsing with each thrust from Larry’s hips. The sticky pre-cum coating the shaft grew more profuse, smearing against his belly and thighs as he bucked back to meet each thrust.

Larry’s grunts grew louder, his breath coming in heavy, labored gasps as he approached his climax. Jake felt the cock inside him swell even larger, the veins standing out like cords ready to snap. With a final, savage thrust, Larry roared his release, filling Jake’s ass with a hot, thick flood of cum that seemed to go on forever. The sensation of being filled so completely was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him trembling and dizzy.

As Larry’s cock slipped from him, Jake felt an emptiness that was almost as intense as the fullness had been. His ass clenched, trying to hold onto the feeling, the warmth of the older man’s cum a stark contrast to the coolness of the theater air. Larry stepped back, his chest heaving, a smug grin spreading across his face as he wiped his cock clean on Jake’s discarded shirt.

Clint’s grip on Jake’s cock tightened, the anticipation in his eyes shimmering with excitement. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over Jake’s ear as he whispered, “My turn, baby. Tell me how you want it.” Jake’s body was a canvas of sensation, his thoughts a tumult of confusion and desire. The weight of Larry’s cum inside him was a constant, pulsing reminder of his submission, a warm, thick presence that seemed to claim him from the inside out.

With a sinuous grace that belied his bulk, Clint began to undress, his clothes peeling away to reveal a landscape of flesh that was a testament to years of neglect. His stomach hung over his belt, a fleshy shelf that jiggled with each movement. His cock, however, was surprisingly large and thick, standing proud and erect amidst the folds of his gut. It was a beacon of lust, a promise of pleasure wrapped in the ugliness that was Clint. Clint lowers himself into the chair and grabs his thick cock at the base and crooking his fingers for Jake to come here.

Jake’s heart raced as he looked down at Clint, the reality of what was about to happen setting in. He had never wanted this, not like this, not with them. Yet, his body was a traitor, his cock still hard, his ass still hungry. With trembling legs, he straddled Clint’s thighs, feeling the slickness of Larry’s cum as it began to seep out of him. He hovered there for a moment, unsure, before Clint’s hand slapped his ass again, the sound echoing through the theater.

“Come on, boy, don’t keep an old man waiting,” Clint growled, his voice a mix of lust and impatience. With a deep breath, Jake lowered himself onto Clint’s waiting cock, feeling the blunt head press against his abused hole. The pressure was intense, and for a moment, he thought he might not be able to take it. But then, with a guttural moan, he sank down, impaling himself on the older man’s thick shaft.

The sensation was overwhelming, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to light up every nerve ending in his body. Clint’s cock was like a hot brand, filling him in a way that Larry’s had not, stretching him wider, deeper. The room around them faded into a blur of shadows and sounds as he focused on the feeling of being claimed, of being used by these men who had once creeped him out but now were showing him what his body was made for. Each inch that sank into him felt like a victory for his submission, a declaration of his true nature.

Clint’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Jake take his cock, his own breathing growing ragged. The chair creaked and groaned beneath them, the leather sticky with sweat and lube. Jake’s ass muscles clenched around him, a delicious vice that seemed to suck him in deeper with every thrust. “Ride me, boy,” Clint grunted, his hands reaching up to grip Jake’s hips, guiding him in a rhythm that was both punishing and mesmerizing.

Jake’s body responded almost of its own accord, his hips rising and falling to meet Clint’s every move. He could feel the older man’s cock hit his prostate with each downward plunge, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. His own cock, throbbed with each movement. The room was a blur of shadow and light, the sounds of sex all around them a constant reminder of their own depravity.

The two men moved as one, Clint’s fat hands gripping Jake’s hips with surprising strength, his thick cock sliding in and out of the tight, muscular channel. Jake’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body a tapestry of sensation as he rode the line between agony and ecstasy. The old man’s cock was like a piston, relentless in its pursuit of pleasure, driving deeper with every thrust.

The theater’s air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the muffled sounds of masturbation echoing off the walls like a cacophony of desperate whispers. The men around them had abandoned all pretense of watching the film, their eyes transfixed on the obscene tableau unfolding in the center row. The stroking of their own cocks grew more frantic, their eyes glazed with lust as they watched the young athlete succumb to the depravity of his elders.

Jake’s moans grew louder, the pain of the thick, brutal invasion giving way to a perverse pleasure that resonated through his very soul. He could feel the eyes on him, the hunger of the men around him, and it only served to drive him further into the abyss of his submission. Each stroke of Clint’s cock brought him closer to the edge, the pressure building within him like a volcano about to erupt.

As Clint’s thrusts grew more urgent, so too did the hands of the men around them. They reached out, touching him, stroking his legs, his chest, his cock. The sensation of so many hands, so much skin against his own, was like a symphony of sensation that played upon his body. He was no longer Jake, the college football star, but a creature of pure, primal need, a vessel for their lust.

Their eyes were glazed over, the film on the screen forgotten as they watched Larry and Clint claim their prize. The masturbatory crescendo grew louder, a wave of desperation that seemed to crash over the rows of seats, drowning them in a sea of sweat and cum. The men’s breathing grew ragged, their strokes quickening as they approached their own peak, their gazes locked on Jake’s tight, bouncing ass as Clint’s cock disappeared and reappeared within it.

Jake’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body a canvas of sweat and lust. He could feel the room pulsing with the rhythm of his fucking, the air heavy with the scent of sex and desire. His own hands found purchase on the chair’s sticky armrests, his knuckles white with the effort to stay upright as the old man’s hips slapped against his ass with a sickeningly sweet rhythm.

The tension in Clint’s body grew, his movements becoming more erratic. Jake knew that he was close, his own orgasm building like a storm within him. The room grew quiet, the only sound the wet, slapping noises of their coupling. And then, with a guttural roar, Clint’s cock swelled, and he emptied himself inside Jake’s ass. The sensation of being filled so completely, so utterly claimed by this repulsive man, sent Jake over the edge. His cock, throbbed and spurted, coating his stomach with thick ropes of cum.

For a moment, they remained connected, both men panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Then, with a final, almost tender slap to Jake’s ass, Clint pulled out, his cock glistening with the mixture of his and his husbands juices. He looked up at Jake, a strange, almost affectionate expression on his face, before standing and redressing.

“You were amazing, kid,” Larry said, his voice a gruff whisper as he leaned in to kiss Jake’s neck, his breath hot against the younger man’s skin. “We knew you had it in you. You’re a natural.”

Jake’s head was spinning, his body a battleground of conflicting emotions. The pain had receded to a dull throb, but the pleasure still lingered, a phantom limb that haunted him with its absence. He looked into Larry’s eyes, searching for something, anything that would explain why he enjoyed this, why his body had responded so eagerly to the rough handling of these two men he’d always found repulsive.

Larry’s grin was knowing, his eyes dark with lust as he reached out to cup Jake’s cheek. “You liked that, didn’t you, boy?” he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to resonate through Jake’s very bones. “You liked being our little slut, didn’t you?”

Jake nodded, his breath coming in shuddering gasps. He couldn’t find the words to express the tumult of emotions roiling within him. The humiliation, the pain, the exquisite pleasure of being used so completely—it was a cocktail of sensations that left him dizzy and trembling. His body was a battleground of conflicting desires, his mind struggling to reconcile the reality of what had just happened with the person he’d always thought he was.

Larry’s grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with a predatory light as he leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just above Jake’s. “You’re ours now, boy. And we’re going to enjoy you, again and again and again.” His breath was hot and heavy against Jake’s skin, the words a dark promise that sent a shiver down the young man’s spine. With that final comment Larry and Clint left the theater and Jake naked on the theater chair with their cum leaking out of his ass.

There is no rest for the Wicked

Back at Duke’s Manor, Duke scopes up Minni from the passenger seat and carried him inside like a newly married bride. Francis opened the door with his head down. Minni noticed his face; he had a black eye with a swollen left cheek. “Francis, take Minni up to his enclosure and refit him with his uniform and get him cleaned up before you lock him in his cage.” Duke barked at him. Francis didn’t say a word, Minni was exchanged into the arms of his butler. “Don’t fuck up again, I will not tolerate another incident like this again.” Duke warned him. “Yes Master.” Francis spoke with a humble voice. Grief filled Minni’s mind and heart. In his escape, he had not considered how this was affecting Francis. This man that treated him with some respect and took care of him. He had suffered at the hands of Duke for Minni. 

“I am sorry, Francis, please don’t be mad at me.” Minni thought as he carried him upstairs back into his pink room. 

Marcus and Gio entered the Manor. “Damn Duke, your house is quite the sight to behold. Every time I see it I am always blown away.” Marcus spoke. “Ha, thank you Marcus. Now, let’s get this show on the road. I am sure that you are excited to see your new slave.” Duke smiled. Duke lead the men to the grandfather clock and opened the passageway. They made their way down to the basement.

“Not gonna lie, Duke. Your set up here is much more sophisticated than mine. I am going to need to make some investments after I acquire my new toy.” Marcus commented. “Yeah, when I started to train new slaves, I realized that I was going to need a place to store and break them before selling them off.” Duke replied. “There is a company with the Society that can help you set up a new area for you and everything will be under the table so no paper trail.” Duke added. “Yeah, I am defiantly going to give them a call. Already have a place set-up but seeing this place my imagination is running wild with new ideas.” Marcus spoke with a huge smile on his face. They stopped at a door, Duke paused for a moment. “Francis called you earlier with the instructions. Make sure you follow them to the T, I have already started the process in breaking him, but he is still resistant and as he’ll be your first, you need to make no room for error.” Duke spoke as we looked at Marcus. “No, need to worry. My old man use to be in the business, and I got some pointers from him before he passed and I inherited his estate. I will make sure to break this stallion, rebuild him into a beast of burden.” Marcus couldn’t stop grinning, like a kid in a candy shop. 

Duke entered the password as the men entered the room. In the center, Jerry sat on a well-made saw horse with a saddle on top. He sat on a dildo with his legs chained to the floor locking him in place. His arms were locked behind his back, his neck was locked in a posture collar and a head harness held his head up attached to the ceiling. His muscles were well oiled as they shined showing off his muscular body and plump nipples begging to be played with. “OH FUCK, Duke you sure know how to pick them!” Marcus couldn’t hold back his excitement. “He can’t see of hear us, you’ll need to remove the ear plugs and blindfold before you inspect your prize to your hearts content.” Duke smiled with pride in his work with Jerry. 

Marcus walked to Jerry, removing his ear plugs and blindfold. “My my, aren’t you a sight to behold.” Marcus complimented. Jerry took at moment to adjust to the light as he focused on the man standing in front of him. “Hey there Jerry, my name is Marcus, but you will call me Master when I allow you to speak.” Jerry looked at him with distain and grunted. “FUCK YOU MAN, I WILL NEVER CALL YOU MASTER YOU CRAZY BASTARD.” Jerry thought to himself. 

“Oh man, you got the fighting spirit of a wild buck that needs to be broken. I like that…a lot.” Marcus scanned his body. Jerry started to breath heavy, he shook at his restraints. Marcus slowly circled his prized stallion looking over his entire body, every muscle, every crevice, for any imperfections. Face to face with Jerry he groped his rock-hard abs, making his way up to pecs as he pinched and played with his dark pink nipples. “Oh fuck, this is so much better than I ever imagined. We will need to make some adjustments, but you are perfect.” Marcus growled under his breath. He pulled his hands away and turned to Duke. “You got yourself a sale, my guy.” Marcus confirmed with Duke. “Outstanding.” Duke smiled. 

Marcus snapped his fingers. “Gio, the collar and crop.” He barked. Duke handed him the keys to his restraints. Marcus unhooked his muzzle from the ceiling and unlocked the posture collar. Jerry sighed in relief as he slouched a bit, finally getting some rest. As he undid his muzzle, Jerry pulled away and tried to bite Marcus’s hand. Marcus pulled his hand away in time and sucker punched Jerry in his stomach. 

“ARGH!” Jerry recoiled from the pain. 

Marcus stepped back; he ran his hands back through his hair adjusting it. “WOOOOOAH! Almost got me there buck. Try that shit again and you’re gonna be a world of hurt stud.” Marcus chuckled. “Gio, hold him still.” Marcus ordered. Gio went around Jerry and set the bag on a table. Grabbing a fist full of his wavy dark blonde hair he forced him to look up at Marcus. “That is what I want to see, all that hate in your eyes. Oh man I am going to enjoy breaking your mind, body and spirit.” He licked his lips with lust. Jerry winced from his hair being pulled. He grinned hard. “FUCK. YOU.” He huffed at Marcus. 

“Gio, the collar.” asked Marcus. “You know, Jerry. Since Duke showed me your pictures, I was taken away at how hot you looked. Honestly, those pictures did not do you justice. As I considered buying you, I didn’t know what I was going to do with you, but looking at you in your track uniform I was…moved.” Marcus gave a wide grin. “I am going to make you into my personal stallion.” Jerry grunted hard trying to break Gio’s grip on his hair. 

“As I made serious inquiries about you, I had to think of a name for you. Whiskey? Nah. Too masculine for a bitch punk like you. Blaze? Uh-uh, too comical, could never take that seriously. Peanut? Eh, too…playful.” Jerry listened to him talk about his naming decision process. Angry and uninterested in this man who was about to claim him. 

“But after a while, I thought, hey, what about Apollo?” Marcus bite his lip. “Mmmmm, Apollo is perfect.” He lifted the thick wide dark tanned leather collar with a gold tag. Jerry looked at the tag. 

Apollo
Property of Marcus Russo

Jerry looked back at Marcus. “My name is Jerry. Fuck you and your name, I will never accept you as anything. I will NEVER BE YOUR HORSE YOU SICK FUCK!” Jerry shouted at Marcus. 
“Well…you say that now but trust me. By the time your training is over. You won’t even remember your old name and you will accept me as your Master.” Marcus Growled. He reached around Jerry neck and strapped his collar tightly around his neck. Gio handed him a gold padlock as Marcus locked it in place. Jerry tried to pull away fighting Gio’s grip. “God, you look gorgeous.” Marcus enjoyed watching Jerry struggle. He reached down and fondled Jerry’ cock and balls. 

“Another thing that I had to consider is if I was going to turn you into a colt. Do you know what that is? Probably not cause you’re a dumb jock.” Marcus snickered. He gripped his balls and mimicked a knife with his thumb, cutting his balls off. Jerry’s face was pale. “It’s a castrated horse.” Marcus informed him. Jerry took a gulp. “Looking at you now, you have a great cock and your balls are perfect. Large, heavy, perfect for torturing.” Marcus held his 5 inch semi hard cock with his other hand. He started to stroke his cock. “Let’s see what you are packing, buck.” Marcuse smiled licking his teeth as he watched his cock grow, pushing his head through his foreskin as it grew to an impressive 7.5 inches. “Fuck, you’re even hung like a horse.” Marcus laughed as he looked at Jerry. “Not as thick but defiantly impressive.” Jerry’s cock throbbed in his hand. “Nah, mutilating you like that would be a damn shame. I am gonna have more fun with you just like this.” 

“Please don’t do this man, please let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone. You can keep the money, and I will disappear. You will never see me again. You already have Mick, you don-.” Marcus cut Jerry off. 

“EHHHH…WRONG!” You’re just a piece of meat, Property, an animal that I own and will train into a loyal and hard-working stallion for me to enjoy for LIFE.” Marcus spoke over Jerry. “It is going to take time, but you are going to make me very, very happy and you will be proud to be my horse.” Marcus added. “Gio the bridle.” Marcus ordered. Gio handed Marcus a matching-colored riding bridle. He held the bit close to Jerry’s mouth. “Alright, Apollo, open up for your Master.” Marcus ordered. Jerry shook his head no and tightly held his jaw closed. Marcus grabbed his cheeks trying to pry his mouth open. After a few moments, Marcus sighed. He grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard in his hands. 

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.” Jerry screeched loudly in pain. 

Marcus quickly shoveled the bit into his mouth and wrapped the bridle around his head, locking it into place. Jerry had tears roll down his face as Marcus adjusted the straps and blinders at the sides of his eyes. “There we go, much better. You are looking like a proper stallion already.” Marcus commented. Jerry adjusted his mouth as he bit into the gag feeling the black silicone that sat in between his teeth. Drool started to drip down his chin. 

“Let me know when you are ready, and we can get him down and loaded into your SUV.” Duke spoke. “Just need to add a few more things.” Marcus replied. Gio handed him more gear from the bag. Marcus had a large steel contraption in his hands as he took it apart and threaded Jerry’s balls through first and then his flaccid cock securing it around the base of his junk. A thin oval shaped ring was opened and locked around his balls preventing them from being pulled out without a key. Jerry groaned and winced as Marcus manhandled his cock. He shoved his cock into a metal cage forcing it into a 4-inch cage and locked it into place. “Alright Apollo, if you behave maybe I will oil up your cage if it starts to chafe.” Marcus smiled. 

“Now, we are going to transport you to your new home. If you misbehave…” Marcus stopped speaking. Behind Jerry, Gio’s had a cattle prod and extended his arm passed Jerry to show him. He pressed on the button, and it let out a large crackling bolt of electricity. 

*ZZAAAPPP* 

His eyes widen with fear. “Now do you get the fuckin’ picture?” Marcus barked. Releasing his legs, Marcus and Duke lifted Jerry up from the saddle. As the dildo slid out Jerry moaned loudly, his tight hole instinctively gripping it before it came out. He breathed loudly out his nose. Marcus attached a chain to his ankle restraints. Gio handed him a leather riding crop and a tan leather leash. He connected the leash and gave Jerry a few taps on his ass with the crop. “Good boy, Apollo. Now follow your Master.” He gave him a firm smack on his ass to get him moving forward. With his legs restrained he shuffled at his new Master’s side. The blinders forced him to look forward, but Gio was behind him with the prod ready to shock him if he got out of hand. 

Outside Marcus opened the back of the truck of the large SUV. Inside there was a giant metal crate that Marcus opened. 

“Inside apollo, chop chop, your Master wants to get you home as soon as possible and play with you some more.” Marcus gave a sinister grin. Gio gave another warning with the prod. Jerry carefully entered the crate and sat on the padded floor. Marcus closed the crate submerging him in darkness. He heard metal creaking; a small amount of light came through a small, boxed hole at the entrance. He couldn’t see him but heard Marcus speak to him. “Apollo, I know that you may not feel good about this, and we are still getting to know each other. I want you to know that I am going to train you into the best damn stallion. You will feel pride to be an owned beast.” He slammed the opening closed; the sound of a large lock clicked closed. Jerry was scared, his life was no longer his own. He was sold off just like that. He wondered what his new life would be like, how much torture will he endure, will he ever be free again. His life flashed before him. No more luxuries, no more games, no jerking off. He is a horse now, and his new name is Apollo. 

Turning The Caped Crusader Into The BatBitch

“LIGHTS!  CAMERA!  ACTION!” the Joker hollered once more, and Jonny Frost resumed filming.

As Nightwing withdrew his dripping cock from BatBitch’s throat, Bane cast off his muscled body to the canvass.  PLOP!  The Defeated Do-Gooder lay on his 50″ chest.  The Brawny Brawler leaned down and yanked the bottom of his bodysuit down the back of his hamstrings and calves–leaving BatBitch naked and ass up except for his cowl at center ring.

Nightwing stepped forward.  He was holding BatBitch’s black cape.  He wrapped the cape around the once Mighty Crime Fighter’s neck.  The Young Superhero dragged Batman’s naked body around the ring–“Aaaaggghhh!”–yanking it right and left.  The Dark Knight’s now soft 8” cut cock flopped around below his trimmed black pubes.  

Batman gasped for air as his Vengeful Ward turned him into a rag doll.  Flashing a big grin, Nightwing finally deposited the former Gotham City Hero at Bane’s feet.

Bane kicked off his size 15 black boots and pulled down his wrestling singlet.  His torpedo-shaped 12” cock was erect, standing out from his big brown bush.  He reached down, grabbed the ears of BatBitch’s mask and dragged him up onto his knees.  He yanked BatBitch’s face into his sweaty crotch.  Growling, Bane said, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, jobber.  Smell your Fucking Alpha!”

Nightwing and the Joker watched as Bane took the head of his swollen cut cock and tapped it against BatBitch’s lips.  The Submissive Superhero looked utterly defeated.  His mouth opened and lips stretched wide as the Hairy Hulk thrust his hard member forward, burying it in BatBitch’s throat and forcing the Dark Knight to gag, “GGG-WWW-OOO-CCC-KKK!!!”  

“Love a good skull-fucking!” the Joker exclaimed with a cackle.  He had pulled his 9” uncut cock from his purple slacks and stroked it as he watched Bane face fuck the Defeated Do-Gooder.  With each thrust forward by the Brawny Brawler, BatBitch’s nose and mouth brushed against Bane’s curly brown pubes.  

“Look at you now, BatBitch!” the Hairy Hulk said, “Nothing but a cocksucker on his knees.  Take my massive Alpha cock!  Choke on it, Bitch!!!”

More saliva dripped from the former Gotham City Hero’s lips as his throat was pounded.  Bane paused to pull BatBitch forward onto all fours, exposing his massive round globes.  

Nightwing’s 10” cock had fully recharged and the Vengeful Ward moved behind Batman.  He spit into his crack then began sliding his cock up and down in it.  The head bumped into the pink pucker.  

“Go for it!” the Joker exhorted.  “FUCK YEAH!” Nightwing exclaimed as he SLAMMED his thick cut cock inside BatBitch’s hole.  “I love a good spit-roast!!!” the Clown Prince chortled as he continued to stroke his hard cock.

The ring began to fill with the sounds of Batman’s gagging around Bane’s massive cock and Nightwing’s smooth balls slapping into BatBitch’s butt cheeks.  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  Batman tasted the Hairy Hulk’s salty jizz as it spurted into his throat.

“FUCKING TAKE MY COCK, BAT SLUT!!!” Nightwing shouted as he held BatBitch’s hips and pounded his hole.  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

Bane finally pulled his pulsing member from Batman’s throat and signaled to Nightwing to trade places.  The Young Superhero grinned and pulled his hard cock from BatBitch’s hole.  The naked and defeated Dark Knight whimpered.  He was resigned to his fate.

Within seconds, Nightwing had positioned himself in front of BatBitch and pushed his 10” cock back into his throat.  Meanwhile, Bane lined up his erect 12” cock with Batman’s hole.  He wasted no time in penetrating the chute roughly.

“OOHHHHHHHH!!!” BatBitch groaned around Nightwing’s throbbing member.  His hole had been stretched by his ward’s long and thick cock, but Bane’s was bigger and fatter.  The Dark Knight felt his insides were being split apart.  

Bane slammed into BatBitch’s hole over and over again.  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  He reached forward and high-fived Nightwing as the two partners in crime owned BatBitch.

Batman’s cock had hardened and now bounced up and down as his holes were pummeled.  Pre-cum dripped from the head onto the canvas.

The Joker laughed, “BatSlut getting his holes stuffed at both ends!  I love it!!!”

Nightwing’s body began to spasm, “Gonna…gonna cum!”  He felt himself go over the edge and shot his second load down BatBitch’s throat.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  As the Vengeful Ward came down from his climax, he pulled out his cock and spanked Batman’s face with it.

Bane then forced Batman onto his chest.  He wrapped his big arms around BatBitch’s neck and throat and continued pounding his stretched hole—humping the once Mighty Crime Fighter and treating him like a dog in heat.

As Batman was completely taken, his hard cock rubbed against the canvas.  His climax approached from the friction of the mat as Bane’s pounding continued.

The Brawny Brawler picked up the tempo of his thrusts.  He grunted loudly as he went over the edge and blasted his villainous hot load into Batman’s bowels.

Bane continued to rail BatSlut’s hole until the villain’s balls were thoroughly drained.  His arms tightened their grip around BatBitch’s throat.  He squeezed hard—denying him his release and sleepering the once Mighty Crime Fighter, until his muscular body went limp.

Finally rising, Bane kicked the unconscious Batman onto his back.  The Joker stepped forward, still stroking his 9” cock.  He stood over Batman.  His climax hit a moment later—“UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”—and cum ropes shot upwards and splashed downwards onto Batman’s squared jaw, throat and pecs.

The Clown Prince sighed as his release subsided, “And cut!  Jonny, start editing the video right away.  I want to send it to Commissioner Gordon tonight!  It’ll be the end of BatBitch’s career!”  

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TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson had a puzzled look, “That’s quite a story Stan.  But I don’t understand why Nightwing’s letter to me described his adoptive father Batman as a ‘wonderful man’ and his coach.  How could that be after what went down?”

“Well,” the Coach replied, “The evening’s events weren’t quite finished.”

“Hmmmm,” Dawson mused.  His right hand slipped inside his silver slacks and briefs.  He grasped his 7.5” cut cock and slowly stroked it, settling in for the rest of Stan’s story.

(To be continued.)

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Author’s Note:  All credit to Alex Miller for the “Defeated Do-Gooder” appellation!