Scorpion

The Hunt (Part 3) Jason sat there motionless. His yearning glance moved constantly between my cock and my eyes. I stroked my cock slowly and returned his gaze calmly. “Come here...” I whispered. “Crawl to me...” I added silently. “Lower your view, you little whore “ I told him determined. Jason moved on all fours towards me. He moaned softly. I spread my legs a little further, to give him more access to please me. “Stretch your tongue out and lick my balls” I told Jason. Meanwhile I enclosed the belt with a tighter grip of my right hand. Jason was still on all fours in front of me and without a warning I raised my arm and the belt lashed through the air. It landed on Jason's back, leaving a flaming bruise . Jason's tongue interrupted his bustling lick service. His eyes were dilated in pain. Once again I struck his back. The boy exhaled suddenly and I could not suppress a groan. A third time my belt met his target. “Please ...... “, he said tearfully. “You must not beg me little one” I replied with an evil grin. “This gives me great pleasure, you know? “, knowing that the boy had meant it differently. Jason sighed and accepted the next stroke without complaining. Suddenly I dropped the belt and grabbed Jason hair and forced his mouth onto my cock. “Suck me” I ordered him. Jason took my penis in his mouth and ran his tongue under my foreskin. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of his tongue cleaning my dick. He raised his hands up, to jack-off my cock. “Without hands” I said. “Only with your mouth” I added calmly. The slut nodded obediently. His hands slid down again and he sat back in front of me – like the puppy he was sucking my cock like it was a meaty bone. Sitting there, fully dressed, only with my jeans opened – I crossed my arms behind my head and enjoyed the skills of his tongue. Jason was experienced in satisfying a man with his mouth. Without a doubt he was either very talented, or he had a lot of practice. I assumed it was the latter. I put my right hand on the back of his head, and pushed him down a little. I increased the pressure, wanting him to deepthroat me. His throat would massage my cock nicely. Jason understood immediately and let my fat prick slide abruptly down his tight gullet. Without gagging my dick disappeared inch by inch down his throat. Playfully I patted on his head and looked at him. “Keep doing your job bitch” I encouraged him to go even deeper. “I will hit you so hard boy.... you will never forget this night” I mumbled more to myself. Jason heard my mumbling and trembled in excitement, not knowing about my true intentions.

The Hunt (Part 2) It was already after midnight and I followed my alleged victim to his apartment. He didn’t say a word. After a short walk we faced an apartment complex. He searched for his keys and I stood right behind him and touched his neck again. He looked at me with clouded eyes and only now I noticed that the boy was probably a little drunk. Maybe he had taken some drugs. Perfect - that would make things easier. He unlocked the door and we walked upstairs to the second floor. Finally we entered his apartment. After the door closed behind us, I told him firmly to get on his fucking knees. He smiled sweetly at me and obeyed my order. "What is your name?" I asked him. "Jason," he replied. Not that I did care about his name. For me he was just another cunt I wanted to demolish. "What is your name?" He asked in return. "Call me Scorpion" I said with an evil grin. With that, he began massaging my cock through my Jeans again and repeated my name softly. He asked me to stab him with my pike. That was my exact plan for tonight, and even more. First I would open up his boycunt a little with my fist and fingernails, so that my gift could have an easy access to his bloodstream. Then I would fuck the shit out of him and seed his little hole at least a couple of times to make sure I would be successful with my task. Out of nowhere I slapped Jason’s face two times. "Don’t talk so much," I snapped. "Start sucking my dick, you little bitch. That is what you’ve been made for”. Jason smiled and undid my belt. I towered in front of him. My cock pressed against my jeans and wanted to be freed from its narrow prison. Jason glanced at my big bulge as he slowly opened one button after another. Again and again he came close to the fly and took a deep wiff of my scent with his nose. He groaned softly. When he finally opened my jeans completely my thick 9 inch cock almost hit him to his face. Carefully, almost lovingly he licked over the helmet. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, as he repeatedly drove over my penis with his tongue before he finally took my extremely hard cock into his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirling around the top of my dick. I enjoyed his work for a while. Jason began to open his jeans. "Stop" I said firmly. “Keep your pants on. We are starting the game only”. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and jacked me off slowly as I walked through his apartment and finally arrived in the living room. I did not look back, but told him sternly to stay on his fucking knees and to follow me. Behind me I heard Jason falling back to his knees again. Like a little puppy he came to me - on all fours. I had been waiting for this opportunity. I recognized a couple of pictures. It always showed Jason with another good looking guy. They seemed to be close and happy together. "Your boyfriend" I asked him. "Ex-boyfriend" he answered shortly. "We broke up yesterday." "And you are already looking for another dick to fill your slot – you fucking cock tease" I replied snidely. "Squat behind me and smell my ass" I told him. His hands roamed up and down my legs as he approached me, I slowly pulled my belt from my jeans. He tried to sniff my ass through the jeans. Suddenly I farted hard and loud while Jason groaned loudly. “I didn’t hear you” I exlaimed. “Thank you Sir” Jason replied. He was a good puppy. I walked on to the couch and sat down. "Sit!" I said sternly. Jason did not move. He was sitting upright on the same spot where he had just inhaled my scent and watched me with his big blue eyes. My legs were wide apart as I sat on the couch and wanked my dong with my left hand. In my right hand I had my belt in tight grip. With cold eyes I looked at this little whore. In his eyes I could see his desire. He needed a man who could show him the way. I was that man. I would break him tonight and assign him to his new place. There would be no way back for him…

The hunt It was a night like any other night. I surveyed the pub for a possible prey. One that would interest me and then I saw him again. A cute twink. Probably 175 cm tall and very slim. His blond hair was cut short and shaved in the neck. His blue eyes flashed at me for a moment. I guess he was not older than 20 years, probably younger. It was not the first time that I recognized that little brat. However, he was always surrounded by friends or admirers. Often I had imagined that he could be my next victim. I wanted to give him my toxic load and then leave him to his fate. Like, I did so many times before. Today, he was again surrounded by a group of guys, still - tonight it seemed to be different. Again and again his gaze was trying to meet mine. Again and again his eyes wandered from my eyes to my crotch and then back to my eyes. Suddenly he laughed at his friends and apologized. He walked past me towards the toilets and brushed entirely by mistake my bulge with his hand and smiled shyly at me. I followed him to the toilets and stood beside him at the urinal. Although he had opened his jeans, he had not taken out his cock. He simply stared at the wall and waited. I opened my jeans also and pulled out my semi erect cock and began to piss. With my left hand I grabbed his neck firmly. He turned his head to me and looked seriously at me with his soft blue eyes. My hand slid slowly down his back, way down to his butt. I ran my hand into his jeans and his underwear and could feel the tender skin of his ass. I slipped my fingers between his ass cheeks and massaged his entry with my middle finger. Meanwhile my cock was hard as a rock and the boy looked with big eyes on my thick tool. My middle finger pressed now firmly against the narrow hole of the blonde cutie. “Touch me bitch” I told him. “Start jacking me off slowly”. “Not here" he answered, but couldn’t help moaning since my fingers started to penetrate his asscunt. “Let's go to my place. I do not live far from here. We can go there on foot” he added. I nodded, although I liked these rural places to poz a twink. I could barely close the buttons of my jeans because of my hard dick. A large bulge loomed. The guy stopped me briefly from leaving and knelt in front of me. He kissed my bulge through my jeans and massaged gently my cock through the fabric. He pulled at the buttons of my jeans and pressed his nose to my fly and took a deep breath. My hand gently stroked his head. “Let's go boy” I said aloud, feeling the pressure in my balls and the need to unload my cum into his willing cunt. He nodded with a smile. When we arrived back at the pub, I paid my drinks and walked towards the door. The pretty blonde brat told his friends goodbye. Their eyes went all in my direction and they were grinning at his friend. It was a cold night in January and while the boy was walking ahead of me, I looked at his provocatively firm ass in his tight jeans Tonight was the night in which I would hunt him down. Tonight was the night in which everything would change.

I guess, this is one of the best stories on Breeding Zone - well done! Too bad it seems, there won't be any other installments.

Hey guys….. I read this story last year already and was always hoping it would be developed in one or the other way. Since the end is now already written, I thought – maybe I could write sort of an interlude, between the third part and the final part. It seems like some action is missing and Noels ordeal has not been finished yet. I truly hope daddybear doesn’t mind. I do this in great appreciation of his work and the way he conducted the story. This is my first try in writing. So please be kind to me. If you are interested I could write the second part of the interlude, but then I fear the story is truly over. And this makes me really sad.  Besides all: Merry Christmas to all of you – from Germany. Interlude: Andy was pushing 3 fingers into the moaning twink. He did a good job inserting my junk, which was dripping out of Noels roughly used cunt. My cum being pink stained, Andy remarked, that I damaged the boy pretty good. I was sitting in a big chair, almost in front of Noel. My legs spread wide and my dick still hard from the relentless fucking I just gave the little one. Watching into Noels face, I saw he was still flying high but sometimes his eyebrows kind of frowned, like the pain was actually sending signals of the rape to his brain. ‘Give him some more lube. Make him horny for more dick, man…..’ I shouted to Andy. Andy didn’t think twice. He scooped a large amount of the spiked lube and roughly entered his victims ass, creaming the inside of his ass with the drug that was given. Noel whimpered. ‘Man…. this hole will be fucked…. it will be fucked once I get my fist in….’ Andy mumbled this more to himself than to Santa ‘Bruno’ Bruno was slowly jacking off. Although he had just ejaculated gallons into the young bitch, he felt like his balls wanted to wipe out yet another orgasm. He liked the idea of Noel being corrupted. In this moment he didn’t think of explanations for the bad shape the boy would be, when his mom would come to pick him up. There was only his lust and this angelic cute bottom, who had his first sexual experience. And this was so intense. Meanwhile Andy opened his jeans and his big gun almost jumped out of his pants. ‘Man – I need to fuck him too. Do you mind if I take my piece of the cake’ Andy asked. ‘Not at all’ I answered. ‘Show him how nice a dick can hurt, once it is all the way in’ Without hesitation he jacked his dick a few times and although it was not necessary, he spit on the boys hole to make him even more wet. In one smooth motion he slid his whole size into the boy who was grunting with pain or pleasure. Either was possible in his drugged state of mind. Like a jackhammer he worked on the tight ass. Pulling out totally and slamming back in. Noel’s eyes were open and they were glued on Bruno and though, they were shadowed, it felt like he was yearning for Bruno to stand up and feed him some cock. In this very moment a key could be heard, unlocking the door again. Andy was so much into fucking, that he didn’t hear, or just didn’t care. But Bruno turned his head: and in walked Bonsu. A big black guy with a huge bulge in his crotch…. which was even more growing, when he saw the surprise that awaited him. To be continued…… (?)

One of the best stories....