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Timmy’s First Ritual Fuck Timmy shuddered, chest low to the floor, his back burning with a ritual pattern of bullwhip marks. Six strokes—two to form an upside down cross and then a big “X” that ran from the front of his shoulder all the way across each of his curvaceous butt cheeks. Cruel titclamps clamped both his nipples and then joined a chain that connected them to a clamp that bit into his sore cock head, keeping it flat against his body. The chain was tight, and cruel little solid silver weights pulled on his tits and sore cock. His little cock was bright red, covered in welts, because his lord and master Dimitri had whipped it with a cock whip before striking it with a whip of electrical wire. Timmy’s body was utterly hairless. Over his time of waiting for seroconversion, every single hair below his neck had been removed by laser, and at the very start of the Ritual, Dimitri had gently and reverently, shaved Timmy’s head. He spoken softly in his beloved boys ears, so softly that none of the other boys could head, “I am going to give you more pain than you’ve ever taken, more pain than I will ever inflict again. It’s essential to our joining—you must offer your body first to the Dark Lord, in the Rites of Pain, before the God of Revelry comes and we celebrate the Rites of Ecstacy.” Timmy had known this all intellectually for weeks, but here and now, with his body covered in welts and his tits and cock in agony, with his hole stuffed by the big metal fist of a life-sized solid-silver replica of Dimitri’s arm that protruded like an obscene tail out of his butt, he was feeling scared. The thing was fucking heavy, and it was held steady by a crazy cart of solid walnut. It was an ancient piece of silverwork, and Dimitri’s Dragon didn’t even remember which of the Crones had gifted it to him. Apparently, it resized itself supernaturally to the size of each new bearers arm, out of sight in one of the Dragon’s many lairs deep in a mountain somewhere in Eastern Europe. Timmy was nearly in tears. He was convinced he was going to be ripped apart by the giant silver diodo, and he didn’t know how he could take anymore pain. Anything his beloved master had done to prepare him, it just wasn’t enough. He wanted to start screaming that he couldn’t do it, but still he stayed put. Partially because kneeling next to him was his best friend of 16 weeks, Jerome’s gorgeous muscle hunk of a boy, Jack, who was tenderly stroking Timmy’s hair—damp from sweat from his long ordeal—and whispering quietly in his ear. As Timmy’s sponsor (and budding best friend), it was Jack’s job to comfort Timmy, to keep him strong, to tell he could do it. Like Timmy, Jack’s pretty blond head of hair was shaven to match his hairless, perfectly muscular fireplug-hunk body—all the other companions, Conrad’s tall lanky party boy, Julio, and Daddy Pedro little former bullfighter, Julio Juan, had also shaven their heads. The taking of a companion was nearly the highest rite in their Brotherhood, and the highest rite an individual Coven could celebrate, and so all of the oldest traditions of submission and servitude had to be observed. All of the companions had been marked at the same time as Timmy, first with the slicing bullwhip marking a pattern, the slaves and their masters chanting—well, the slaves actually yelled/screamed the words, as the whip sliced their flesh, “We offer the Dark Lord this pain as a sacrifice.” Timmy had taken longer than anyone in recent memory to seroconvert. He had gone nearly the whole 12 weeks that represented the biological end-limit of the process. They knew he was poz—modern testing could detect infection within days and Conrad was a world-renowned HIV specialist—but until his conversion he could not be joined. Timmy had to set out two entire lunar cycles, missing the ordinary rites, and feeling uncertain and insecure. He knew he was bonded to Dimitri, but the process was incomplete. The other four Companions in the Coven comforted him as best they could. They remembered the weird feeling of belonging, the bond that was so strong but somehow incomplete, that sense of a missing piece of one’s soul. Timmy had seroconverted in the early morning after the last full moon. Dimitri was not even home yet from the big afterparty, held at the vast club he and his Brothers owned, the world-famous Animal House. When he came home, he wept with joy, kissing Timmy tenderly and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, even as he greased up his massive cock and rammed it home inside the squealing, suffering aching boy. In fact, as Timmy got weaker and more sick over the next two weeks, Dimitri’s libido increased at least three fold, and he fucked Timmy more often and harder than ever, so great was his pleasure that Timmy’s very DNA was submitting to his own. Dimitri had been delayed from his first sweet fuck of his newly toxic boy, be use it It was very common for Covens in large cities to own a gay/queer nightclub and always the best in the the city. These dens of iniquity resolved around the very intersection of sex, drugs, and danger which powered the Brotherhood’s worship of the Janus-faced gods of pain and pleasure. And so, the Animal House was always especially busy and intense on the nights the Covens held their rites. And the music always followed the rhythm of the Coven’s secret worship as the DJ—always a bearer on these special nights—drove the beats in such a way that the club revelers aided and participated in the order’s worship, albeit unknowingly. Those members of the Coven who were not officiating in the rites enjoyed a glittering cocktails and cocaine party in the Coven’s huge public hall, located just a block away from Animal House. It was a gorgeous space, dramatically lit by torchlight, with beautiful tapestries around the walls, and it was always filled with gay luminaries from the city and beyond. Tonight, while Timmy and the others were prepared and then participated in the first of the rites of the Hours of Pain in the secret soundproofed basement, the monthly party was packed with gorgeous men and woman from all over the globe. Ostensibly they were all members of a major animal welfare charity or keen amateur zoologists. This was the reason the non-Cognoscenti, the muggles if you will, were told to explain why so many foreigners were present with gorgeous animal tattoos proudly displayed in their silk or linen togas. One could recognize the Bearers easily by their tattoos, but the Companions were only recognizable to the initiated by the quality of the gold cuffs and crowns they wore. Bearers and their Companions wore priceless antiques worked in solid, shimmering gold, usually with forms in the shape of the animal, with jeweled eyes, whose supernatural life they shared. While Timmy and company were having their cock and balls tortured and their backs sliced up open by cruel whips, many people from the Coven’s leaderships’ past were greeting one another, toasting with champagne and sharing discrete bumps of cocaine in corners—gay police officers were guests, after all. Rory was there, with his gorgeous, very tall very muscular, and very dark, Russian master bearing a Siberian tundra wolf. The wolf’s grey brown coloring contrasted beautifully with the stud’s black, long, curly hair and dark skin. And in a surprise blessing, the Great Stag had sent the Eudaemon twins, Lars and Anders. Rory was regaling his master and a group of intensely handsome Japanese Bearers he’d never met with tales of his days of servitude in the Temple with his arms around his companions during that time, the twins. As the clock approached midnight, the start of the Rites, the festival hall began to clear. A select group of special friends, Bearers and Companions, all male or male-identified of course, for each Coven was segregated by gender—and then a large crowd of Coven members who were not supernaturals stayed behind. The other guests departed en masse for Animal House, just a few blocks away. There they knew the music would be dark and pulsing, as the power of their queer revelry—joined by a supernatural bond to the huge secret hall located directly underneath the huge club’s main dance floor—would help power the Rites of Offering. Once the striking, tall young black slave who was Master of Ceremonies for this party—feeling quite stressed, as he often had Jack by his side for this—had certified that all present bore the elegantly engraved cards of invitation, blood red the color of Dimitri’s dragon’s eyes, and that all the outer and inner doors were locked, he swept back the tapestries along the long back wall revealing the entrance to the subterranean ceremonial space. Inside the tunnel, each guest picked up a flaming torch and began the slow march to the beat of a distant drum. New guests oohed and ahhhed at the quality of the depiction of the Stag’s Great Forest—at 25 years, the Coven was young but it was hugely wealthy—and admired with wonder the enchanted ceiling depicting stars leading towards the shining moon that illuminated the big ceremonial hall. The hall was a large oval, and the walls were decorated with a detailed fresco of a clearing in the Great Stag’s Forest. This would turn from dark night to bright morning when this, the third and final hour of pain, had concluded. In the center of the space was the sacred Pentagram rendered in snowy white against a jet black floor. One man and one bound slave would take a point around the central circle, which due to the nature of tonight’s proceedings would be occupied by Timmy and Dimitri, as they were the absolute focus of the power of these Rites. All around the room sexual energy pulsed. And once the gorgeous black emcee knew everyone was in place he rang the first bell. All around the room the99 men and99 slaves removed their tunics with practiced elegance. Hot male bodies of every size and shape glistened with sexual heat, every cock straining hard, as the men bent and stowed their tunics and priceless gold body ornaments in the big walnut chests. With reverence, the civilian slaves and supernatural Companions removed leather arm bands and wristbands and cock rings from the chest. It was all each leather family’s own gear, placed with great attention to the seating chart, as carefully calculated as any elaborate gay wedding. For that’s what this was, only far more profound. As the slaves arrayed their masters’ bodies in gorgeous, leather gear, they offered small kisses to the body part, a lascivious kiss to a bicep, an adoring kiss to a much-desired Bear belly, or a small light one to a big fat penis so as to not trigger an orgasm. Then, in turn, their masters’ knelt and arrayed their beloved slaves, softly stroking their beautiful bodies and whispering tender words of encouragement. For despite these being highly experienced slaves, some with centuries of BDSM experience, the hour of pain during a high ritual was intense. All of the dark energy produced by the twisted, Tina-fueled thousands of revelers dancing to the darkest club music on earth upstairs at Animal House was already channeling into the walls, building a dark battery to release exactly at the hour of midnight. Individual worship spaces were just big enough for each man and his slave, and just big enough to apply a strap or a tawse, and to weight and torture balls, cocks, or tits. Another bell sounded, and the slaves assumed a position on the apparatus in front of them. It was flexible gear, solid walnut with black leather padding. It could be configured to anything from a fuck bench—perfect for a strapping, or—attached to the ceiling by the chains that hung just above the field of vision—as a sling. Once everyone was settled, the emcee indulged in a dramatic pause, allowing six beats of the drum. Those with supernatural vision could see that the massive crowd of dancers at the nightclub above jad generated a huge battery of dark energy, the walls pulsing to the beat of the drum, ready to be released in a wave of intense pain with the first squeeze of a ball or strike against flesh. The the emcee rang a huge, ancient brass gong, a gift to this temple by the Kyoto Coven were Pedro and Julio had lived in the 1950s as friends of the Coven, helping with the aftermath of World War II. The assembled men chanted “The Dark Lord demands pain,” and then their slaves with leather paddle or ball hammer or punch to nuts. the same time. As the slaves groaned, screamed, and cried out, the walls were visibly throbbing and all the torches, which lined the aisles shifted to red flames and the pentagram also glowed red. Then a door slid open on the wall opposite the entrance and the sacred procession entered. At the head was one of the two civilian (non supernatural) members of the executive leadership of the Coven. Brother Mark was a big, tall muscly-plump bear, with dark golden brown fur, his hairy chest glistening. He carried a large lifelike mask of the Great Stag and he would be high priest tonight, and occupy the top point of the Pentagram, with his bound slave, a tall wiry Otter whose pretty, dark fur had been shaved. Immediately behind him, stood Dimitri, decked out in gorgeous black bejeweled leather gear, his love of fisting indicated in a thick row of rubies on his huge right bicep, his massive cock, somehow harder and more impressive tonight, enclosed in a gorgeous embossed leather cock ring. He carried a leash, which attached to a the wide, uncomfortable collar around Timmy’s head, that forced the gorgeoús slaves face upright as he crawled. Behind Timmy stood Dr. Alex Fontaine, the French-Canadian psychiatrist who ran the Coven-sponsored center for queer mental health. He was tall, with a commanding Gallic nose and slim, very muscular body. His long thick cock, pierced with a huge Prince Albert, was raging hard. He held the leash of his Chinese-born pain pig slave, Han. (The striking slender African emcee was Brother Alex’s other slave.) Han was bound, as were all the Companions behind him, standing upright, his arms roped tightly behind him, making his massive chest bulge. Like Timmy and his brother offerings, his tits and penis were connected by a weighted chain and alligator clips. The group moved forward until all were just inside the huge room. Then Alex, acting in his capacity as Master of Pain, leaned forward and struck Timmy’s curvy ass with his crop. Timmy shouted, as best he could, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as an offering.” On this words Alex gently but firmly pushed another section of the huge metal dildo into Timmy, stretching his pussy lips even thinner.. Timmy cried out, his face a rictus of pain, and he burst into sweat afresh, as he, like all of the men, was not yet high. Then a gong sounded and all the tops produced a point, holding it high. Lars and Anders stepped forward, into the light carrying a gorgeous box carved with the images of Great Stag. Conrad and Dimitri burst into wide grins, the first experience of anything resembling levity in these solemn proceedings. They quickly schooled their expressions as the twins approached, and stopped in front of the big man playing the role of the Great Stag. They bowed their head sharply then opened the box and presented it to the big man. They said loudly, in unison, “A gift from the Great Stag to honor his special relationship with this Coven.” All around the room those who’d been in the Coven years ago when Conrad took his boy, Julio, there emerged little murmurs of excitement. The big man held the box aloft, inside gleamed dozens of loaded points, glowing with a mix of Tina and the sacred blue fluid of the Great Temple. Those who seen the identical gift given to Conrad knew that there was a point for every slave present. And that underneath, in the many layers of the ancient box, enveloped in gorgeous, ancient, black velvet, would be enough vials of the liquid to keep the Coven supplied for the next six lunar cycles. Several junior coven members appeared now, dressed in discrete black robes, and began distributing a vial to every member of the assembly. It would be consumed after the Great Binding was complete, after the hour of pain was completely and Timmy’s sweet pussy had milked a load from his Lord Dimitri, all the supernatural cocks had grown to size, and the Time of Revelry, the worship of all that was hedonistic, was in full swing. All around the room men sighed, it was a good to be associated with a Coven led by two of the Great Stag’s most favored brothers. The entire room gasped, a the twins produced another smaller box, with silver work of ancient beauty and a big onyx and silver spider’s web on top. Rory smiled darkly and squeezed his beloved master Igor’s shoulder hard. Rory knew that was the personal mark of the Twins of the Spiders, the big muscle Germans, born to a long line of the Temples servant, who performed the Rites of Pain with the offerings in the Great Temple. Conrad and Julio also shared a dark smile, as they knew what was inside. The twins nodded at the big man playing the Great Stag, tonight’s High Priest, and he stepped aside. They presented the box to Dimitri. “A gift,” Lars said, “A mark of affection from the Spider Twins for you, Lord Dragon.” Dimitri was already smiling that same dark smile. He knew it was the same as the gift for Conrad had been those many years ago. He bowed his head sharply to Lars and Anders, acknowledging the gift. And opened it, looking at it reverently for a moment. He then held it aloft. Nestled in more black velvet was a an ancient thick needle with a very long and ancient glass and silver syringe. Inside was a quantity of Tina perfectly calibrated to Timmy’s size and level of drug experience. The entire thing was worked with a delicate filigree of silver spiders webs. Inside a substance black as night glowed with an unholy, toxic sexual light. Dimitri held it up, “Behold, the Dark Lord honors my union with the closest thing we can obtain of his own cursed strain.” Dimitri paused and gulped, he knew Timmy would struggle to transition into the Rites of Ecstacy, as the substance inside the vial would bring out his most hidden needs for pain. Getting himself together, Dimitri spoke again loudly, “This is a blood point, drawn at the Great Temple Rites, from the black glowing veins of the Temple offering slave. Drawn at the exact moment he has finally submitted to the total destruction of the Dark Lord, at the second before Dionysus comes to bring him back to light. It is a rare and special gift, for it is very difficult to hold a slave’s arm still as he submits to the ecstacy of the Horn of Plenty’s destruction of his puss, and even harder to time when he submits.” Dimitri sighed, it was a got meant as a kindness, the true reason behind the gift. The slam would transform little Timmy, making him a total pain whore on the level of Han or Rory or Jack, and while it would intensify his suffering, it would also open the door to his lifetime enjoyment of pain and sexual suffering. Lars held out his hand, took Dimitri’s original slam, and said “We will keep this safe for your beloved’s first pleasure slam, at a time you determine during the Rites of Ecstacy, the dark intent and dark prayers uttered during its preparation will only enhance his bond with you, his pleasure, and his joy. You know all this Lord Dragon, be at peace with our Dark Lord, his demands, and his servants.” After Dimitri nodded, his face a mask now without emotion, he handed his original prepared point over to the twins who retreated to their position near the emcee. The gong rang again, and the points were again presented. The entire assembly chanted “With this drug, we connect ourselves to the energies of the Dark Lord, we offer the pain that follows as our sacrifice.” Then points inserted in slave necks, arms, or cocks at precisely the same moment—Covens always acted in strangely connected ways during the Rites—then registered, then pointed, in unison. As the slam hit home, and the needles were withdrawn the men stood and grabbed their instruments of pain. As the assembled slaves started shouting in response to their punishment, the dark energy from the walks began flowing, as a wind blowing, all the torches went out and then sprang back with an even more intense red. Brother Alex, as Master of Pain, unhooked the metal dildo prepared to push it a bit further into the boy. But Timmy, his entire body glowing black with the Dark Lords energy, shouted with great gusto, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as my offering.” At that his hole stretched wide and the entire length of the dildo slid into his guts, the big metal visible through his perfect white abdomen, like a silver ghostly alien. Despite the ways the dark energy inside him made Timmy crave pain and punishment, he still cried out as the huge tool stretched him deep and had. Then each man in the Pentagram delivered one punishing crack of his bullwhip on the back of his offering. Around the room, pain was inflicted as they all chanted the ritual words. The Procession proceeded apace, stopping six times, for the recitation of the ritual words of offering and the infliction of agony to all the slaves via bullwhip. By the end, all of the offerings were staggering, mouths open and drooling, their minds lost in a euphoria triggered by the big slams and the intense pan they had endured on their sacred journey. Yet somehow they always chanted on cue, saying the ritual words of offering. Finally, they reached the Pentagram and the men and their slaves each took their places. Timmy remained on his hands and knees, in the center point, with Dimitri behind him. The slave was facing forward, as the ritual chants about pain and the Dark Lord continued. The dark wind blew stronger and more powerful, ebbing and flowing with the solemn, beat of the drum. Those with supernatural sight could see the dark energies flowing into the boy, even as his ass and tummy bucked and sagged under the weight of the heavy metal arm embedded inside it and his back bled from his fresh welts. The metal arm inside him now glowed with the same dark light that shone in his veins. Timmy wiggled and struggled, and the arm pushed itself out, so Dimitri slowly pushed it back, then began to actively use the big thing as a dildo, slowly building in tempo, as Timmy groaned and cried out, his face a mask of dark desires. Timmy was in pain, but the dark slam had changed him, made him crave the abuse more than unaltered Tina ever had. Around him, his brother Bearers had been affixed to their punishment benches, flexible apparatuses exacty like those in the audience, while their masters struck their backs and asses with belts, straps, canes, and tawsess. Their eyes were black, as the dark winds used them as focal points, channeling the wind into the lines of the Pentagram, and ending in a swirl above Timmy’s back before entering his soul. Suddenly, a final Gong sounded. The High Priest shouted, “This is the final moment of offering, the last of the Great Hour of Pain. Offer to our Dark Lord your deepest pain.” He then donned the Great Stag mask and picked up his whip. Around Timmy the Bearers and Masters drew bullwhips, and starting striking their slaves, as the slaves shouted and cried out. The dark winds turned blood red, and continued to come from, the walls, from the assembled then into Timmy, channeled through the points of the star and each bearer. Dimitri did not draw his whip, as everyone expected, but instead reached into a box and produced a large ball, at the end of which was a plug. The entire thing gleamed with a thick coating of crystal. He quickly screwed the thing onto the end of the huge dildo jutting from Timmy’s hole, and began to push, driving the replica of his massive fist even deeper into Timmy’s hole. Timmy came fully into himself and began screaming, his face a mask of anguish. As he screamed, he cried, “I offer every part of myself to you Dark Lord, take me.” After the big ball was midway in, Timmy stopped screaming. He lowered his chest to the floor, his arch perfect, and he silently accepted the huge stretch, tears streaming down his face. His veins still coursed with dark black evil blood, his body shuddered in pain. Once the ball was seated, Dimitri picked up his bullwhip and began slowly repeating the brutal pattern of welts on his back drawing a fresh line of blood. Timmy’s back glowed black, so deep was his lost in the Dark Lord’s embrace, that his blood did not run red. With each blow, he screamed, “Pain,” then “Pleasire,” over and over, “Pain” “Pleasure.” When Dimitri had rewelted the boy the ritually required three times he held the whip aloft, and shouted “we beseech thee, seal our bond, we have offered up a great sacrifice of pain.” Suddenly, the enchanted ceiling, which had been swirling with windy skies turned pitch black, and all torches and light were extinguished. The entire crowd held its breath, then their was a crack of red lightening coming from the walls and the flash channeled itself through the offerings—slaves and bearers—and entered Timmy through the huge plug in his hole. For just a second his whole body glowed red, and he convulsed and screamed as the big dildo ficked in and out of his ass six times, as if possessedn, the big monster pulled itself completely out, and then rammed itself to the root of the ball deep inside Timmy’s stretched and now punished hole. The thing glowed with an evil, malignant light, and symbols of dark alchemy flashed in red all along its length. Then, as Timmy screamed in agony his body convulsed and after the sixth hard full fuck from his fist to the end of the huge ball, Timmy’s body expelled the massive heavy dark thing. As if mesmerized, Dimitri moved forward and sank his cock into Timmy’s sloppy, loose, prolapse. The Dark One had sealed their union. The moment Dimitri and Timmy were joined in their unholy union, the Crowd above in Animal House also reached an orgasmically dark moment in a driving house set. The DJ was a Bearer of great antiquity, but who appeared as a tatted, dark haired, daddy of 60. Lord Bull, Marius Maritinelli, was in touch with the proceedings in the chamber below through his supernatural senses. He was shirtless, and his big muscle chest was covered in salt and pepper fur. He had worked the massive crowd into an absolute frenzy that night. Kneeling under the DJ table was a 20-year-old Thai boy, as pretty as they come, who had approached him in the bathroom line before his set. Presently, his pretty red mouth was full of DJ Bull’s huge cock. He’d taken the boy to the green room, filled his hot little pussy with Tina, and then plugged him with a relatively easy plug—he’d be wearing it for all of DJ Bull’s six hour set. He’d carried the boy concealed in a blanket to the DJ booth high above the crowd, and the boy had serviced him, as a fuck hole, a mouth hole, and as a urinal during his set. DJ Bull was famous among DJs for never needing a bathroom break—because DJ Bull ALWAYS had a hot Asian boy or a hot jock handcuffed on his knees for his sets. As Dimitri’s hugely engorged cock entered the delicious, fiery, satanic depths of Timmy’s ass, several things happened at once. For Dimitri and Timmy, that first fuck represented their blessing by the Dark Lord, and the strings that would tie them together for centuries tightened further. At the same time, DJ Bull flipped a switch which gradually brought his driving, fuck-me beats into the Sacred Chamber below. He also, in that exact moment—experienced an earthshattering orgasm of his own down the grasping, velvet throat of the pretty Thai boy. Concurrently, every male in the back room and the maze of Animal House came at precisely the same time. The dancing crowd experienced a surge of dark, ecstatic energy as well, and some of those gurating against each other found that they had creamed their pants in ecstacy. In the chamber beneath, all the men were fucking. Even the emcee, overwhelmed with the dark sexual power, was getting boned—in his case DP’d by Lars and Anders. As they fucked, rhythmically and hard, pounding and pounding to the music, the dark winds began to cease, and slowly, gradually, over the course of about 1/2 hour, the room began to lighten. The enchanted sky turned lighter until it shown a clear blue. Upstairs DJ Bull was transitioning out of Dark House, getting ready for the next DJ. This meant the music in the chamber grew less intense as well, and the mood became more and more ecstatic. It was almost time to worship the God of Revelry. For the experienced guest, looking back on Dimitri and Timmy’s Joining in Pain (the name the brotherhoods thinkers called the last hour of the Rites of Pain when the event celebrated a joining) all would agree it was one of the most powerful they had seen. No one would say it was THE most powerful, as these events were always extremely intense, and every time one attended or participated in one, the first thought was that it was the most intense ever. For Timmy, of course, it was the most powerful experience of his life. Dimitri’s dragon had not been joined in several hundred years, but even he thought it was powerful, almost frighteningly so. Especially since Dimitri had never seen the ball and plug accessory for the metal arm before. Much later, nearly 6 hours, as the entire congregation prepared to decamp to the dance party above, he would remember that in the throes of the Dark Trance Timmy had taken the massive thing after he had pushed its impossible length into the boy. And so Dimitri went to look and found the box. He noted first that that box bore the hallmark of the Twins of the Spider. Inside was a small black card, with white handwriting on it. “A gift from Lord Goat, High Priest of the Undertemple.” The Undertemple was the vast cavernous space beneath the Great Stag’s Temple devoted entirely to worship of only the Dark Lord. Rory had been taken there and disappeared from the Great Temple for four days before Hans, Karl, Lars, and Anders could find and retrieve him. He’d needed an intravenous drip of nutrients, saline, and six vials of the Great Stag’s blue drug to heal him, as the rites in the Undertemple were famously rough on bottom slaves. Upstairs DJ Bull had finished his set, and was making out openly with the naked Thai boy in the DJ booth. DJ Dionysus, Lord Toucan, Ubish Balam Canek, a Mayan bearer with a gorgeous bright toucan tattoo, was slowly and steadily bringing the crowd into joy. Beneath him, a gorgeous Swedish muscle boy knelt, his massive arms bound tight behind him. providing Lord’s Toucans’s massive 12 inch Mayan muscle tool all the love and devotion it inspired. DJ Bull knew he should stay to congratulate the Coven, but he just couldn’t miss the chance to plunder the Thai boy’s pretty hole. So he decided to bring the boy back to his suite, fuck him up and use him, and then bringing him to the Sunday afternoon tea dance in a mask, caged and naked, and bound with a slave collar and leash. That way he could eat some delicious Thai cake and fulfill his obligations to this Coven. Below the dance floor worship of Dionysus was in full swing. The men were all still naked, of course, but most of the leather was removed and replaced with their gold finery. Most men kept a piece of two of leather, especially cock rings, and maybe they’d wear their gold armbands next to their red leather ones. The fucking was rigorous, passionate, and joyful. Some of the masters reclined while their slaves pleasured them and the binary pairings were blurring, with men lying on their backs as two slaves fisted themselves on his mitts while the two fist-riding slaves serviced two other masters’ cocks. Within the Pentagram, though, the master-slave binaries prevailed. Until Timmy brought Dimitri to climax with his pussy while chanting the sacred words, all the wounds of every slave in the room would remain. Dimitri was in no hurry, though. He’d felt orgasm approach and held it off at least twice already. Timmy’s hole was the hottest and most velvety it had ever been, but until all trace of glowing black left the bottom sluts veins, they could not consummate their union under the protection of the God of Pleasure. Dimitri put Timmy on his back, fucking him passionately, engaging with him through kisses and soft words of love, and so gradually, over a 40 minute span, Timmy came back from the dark. As he did, it was like he was suddenly fully aware of just how much pleasure the Greeks massive 14 inches, and how much harder he wanted to be fucked. Now he was fully the little fuck pig Dimitri had creating, demanding “Harder, please, daddy, make my pussy come with your big fat cock. I love your cock my lord, I love you my lord, I love your cock, I love your fist, and love….” Dimitri smiled, pounding harder and deeper, “Say the words, boy, say the words, let both our Gods bless our union.” And so Timmy began the chant, soon taken up by first his brothers, then all the slaves in attendance: “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed.” As he sensed that there was about to be a fiery orgasm, Lord Toucan, DJ Dionysus, began to pound his muscle pigs throat harder. He kept the music happy but slowly turned up a bit of a fuck-me beat, hard, but happy. Below, the energies were flowing, now both blue and black wind blowing, with the enchanted sun shining bright. Then, suddenly, right as every top assembled neared their pinnacle, all light went out, the torches flamed alternated gold and red, and every bearer—whether celebrating in the Pentagsam or not—felt their cocks began to grow, and grown, and grow. Throughout the room bottom slaves shouted as they felt the big tools expand, as all those with supernatural size began to work their way deeper, stretch their boys holes wider, and their ownership of them once more renewed. Timmy was crying out in a mixture of ecstacy and agony, as Dimitri’s dragon cock, perhaps emboldened by all the space the giant metal dildo had created, was growing to nearly double its largest size he’d ever taken. He could feel how the dragon cock pushed and pushed and stretched and stretched. He knew that if his master were to pull out his cock out now, his masters fervent wish to bury his armpit hair in his little slaves butthole would be fulfilled. But he also felt something new, something he had not felt the few other times his magic pussy made his beloved’s cock change shape and grow in size. He understood what the others meant when they said the fuck felt like an exploration, as if its was the dragons way of getting so deep inside him that nothing about Timmy’s body or soul would ever be hidden from his Lord Dimitri. He felt Dimitri fuck and fuck him, not just the man’s massive cock, grotesquely oversized inside him as the Dragon took him, inch by inch, but also Dimitri’s mind and soul fucked him, tearing down his selfhood, possessing it, and then binding his soul and the rest of his days to Dimitri. And then, as Timmy and his brothers continued to chant, Timmy saw the decision the cock demanded he make, and he made it. As Timmy let go, submitted his entire being to Dimitri, his chants became a need, born of dark hunger inside. And then, there was a flash of blue light and Timmy screamed, as suddenly, for just 30 seconds, Dimitri’s cock was replaced by the Great Stag’s horn of plenty. Timmy’s pelvis spasmed and broken open, his hole opened out like a snake’s mouth, and for those thirty seconds Dimitri’s disappeared and the Great Stag and his massive Horn of Plenty fucked him, the Stag smiling at him and raining the blessing of Dionysus on him. It all happened to fast that in the next instant he felt Dimitri’s dragon cock spurt burning, toxic, pleasure inside him. Timmy screamed again, overwhelmed by waves and waves of ecstacy, his boypuss rolling and roiling with orgasm after orgasm. Then, Timmy’s cock suddenly got rock hard and startingspewing rope after rope of cum, Timmy felt it: the path to his beloved’s mind and soul. Feeling the connection he craved like heroin finally completed, Dimitri broke into a joyful smile, and still fucking—and coming—in the hottest ass he’d ever fucked, he leaned down, removed the collar, brought his boys face up, making out with him as tears of joy ran down their faces. The Hour of Revelry lasted just a formal hour, before it began to be less a sacred sexual ritual and more of a joyful celebratory orgy, of the kind that any open minded gay couple might host with their friends on their own nuptials. Most people stayed around for two to three hours. It was, of course, a great honor to be invited to fuck the newly bound, and Dimitri and Conrad delighted in helping Timmy- who was in a dreamy smiley state, intoxicated by the blue drug, looking for all the world like a boy who’s done some super high quality x—select the men he wanted. He of course invited Brother Mark and Brother Alex to fuck him first. Not only was it protocol, as they were the highest civilians in their Coven, but he’d enjoyed a long weekend serving each of them over the last weeks and found them both incredibly hot. He then asked for Rory’s Russian, and then asked Jack, Julio, and Julio Juan to select a personal favorite for his next fuck. It escaped no one that Jack chose a top bearer who was his exact twin if Jack were a 6’5” top with a ten inch Irish prick. Everybody knew that Jack himself would eventually become more than Timmy’s friend, but also his fuck buddy (in fact, a pool had started in the Coven the night the two boys met preceding the date). Jerome had felt it, when Timmy and had met those many weeks ago: for the first time in all the years Jerome and Jack had been together, Jack wanted to sink his hard eight inches into Timmy’s womanly ass and rut like a pig. And so Timmy played, freed completely for the first time of shame, and enjoyed directing and managing his pleasure and the pleasure of his friends. He urged Dimitri and Conrad to wander off and plunder whoever they desired, and he thrilled that he could feel Dimitri’s pleasure mixing with his own, even if his Lord was out of sight. Timmy spoke now with a new frankness, his mind transformed by his baptism in the forces of Dark and Light. For instance, he made out with Rory and Rory’s Lord Vlad while Vlad railed him, praising Lord Vlad on his fabulous body, his fabulous uncut cock, and the way the gorgeous hunk power fucked his second ring. He did not blush as man and after man asked if they could fist him. He sweetly told them no, not tonight, but he looked forward to taking their arms at the orgy being held tomorrow early afternoon, as the tea dance wore down. He used the little cards Jack had prepared guaranteeing a fuck or first to the bearer at the party the next night. Finally, reluctantly, the orgy broke up. It was approaching two in the morning and they wanted to present Timmy on the dance floor. There were thousands of men and women from across the globe, members of Covens far and wide, who had not been able to attend either the cocktail party or the sacred Rites. And so Timmy and Dimitri owed it to them to appear. And so the members of the Coven retired to the gorgeous baths, modeled after Greco-Roman ones, but—with the exception of sure shots and rainshower heads— and began and joyful, playful sexy clean up. Soon all were glittering and handsome again, arrayed in fresh dance clothes, tiny shorts in sheer fabrics on slaves, and masculine tight jeans or leathers for Bearers and other masters. Most dropped an ecstacy, and made sure the hidden zipper pockets on their arms and wrist bands, their jock straps contained their nights supply of trail mix or Tina, or Ketamine or all of the above. And then the joyful group began dancing up the sloping passage that joined their temple to the huge VIP area of one of the world’s greatest nightclubs. It was time to celebrate. And Animal Hoise was ready for its hosts. Xxxx

I am currently working on a the chapter where Timmy finally seroconverts and joins the order. But, in the meantime I found a pic that depicts Timmy’s body pretty accurately. This boys skin is too warm (Timmy’s skin is white, with no warm undertones) but his ass is very, very like this twinks.

Rory and the Horn of Plenty The Great Stag gestured with his hand, sat down, and returned fully to his trance. A servant approached with two hugely loaded points, the crystals dissolved in the blue drug. The twins each took a point, and held it to the crowd. “The Great Stag honors the sacrifice with a double slam mixed with his sacred fluid. The crowd roared and whistled. People shouted, “Lucky little fucker,” “Save me a fuck, you gorgeous little muscle pussy.” And then Rory lost track of time and space as he felt the twins register the points, and his world exploded under the force of the biggest, most sexually charged, insane slam of his life. When he came to again, he was lashed by big chains to a pillar, and he was quivering and shaking, in the grip of an anal orgasm. Felix held his legs up, pretzled back to his ears, while Karl was fisting him to the elbow. “Deeper, Daddy Karl, deeper.” Karl looked up and grinned, “Welcome back, baby boy,” shoving his arm in to the armpit and pumping. “Your Masters Dimitri and Conrad are awake,” Felix said, kissing him passionately. Rory looked around and locked eyes with Conrad and he shouted, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.” Conrad smiled and Rory went back to making out with the twins. A few minutes later a wiry Latino appeared with a shimmering silver tray with a huge bottle of the blue drug. The Latino bowed to Karl and Felix and the looked at Rory. “Lord Wolf commands you drink this and saying armpit deep isn’t gold enough. You are to take both twins big shoulder in your pussyhole or he will punish you severely,” he hot Latino said solemnly. Then he paused, “And after you’ve taken some shoulder fucking for about 1/2 hour the Great Stag asks if you are ready for your destruction.” Rory nodded enthusiastically. The Latino handed the tray and bottle to an attended and said, “Allow me to prep you.” He reached up and swiftly pulled both needles out of Rory’s left tit. He then reached over an licked and suckled on them biting and chewing, Rory screamed then moaned loudly. When the Latino’s mouth came up, Rory’s pierced tit was healed. He then walked around to the right said and did the same thing. This time though, he balled up his wiry fist and drove into Rory’s ass, already stuffed full with one of the twins shoulders, he then said quietly “Orgasm.” Rory immediately started moaning, as he experienced a massive full anal orgasm. The Latino, his face dark with sexual energy, started punching Rory repeatedly, stretching him beyond belief as the twins massive shoulder stayed in place,, softly saying orgasm over and over and over again. Rory went wild, experiencing wave after wave of anal orgasms. The Latino kept this up for nearly five minutes, the orgasms causing the twinks shoulder to sink deeper and deeper into the boy. He stopped, removed his fist, and leaned in to kiss Rory. “You were told you would acquire miraculous sexual abilities,” he said quietly, “I just showed you two of mine.” He then said, “I will find you later when I am off duty and show you how just how good my skills as a fisting switch are, beautiful pig,” the Latino said, “Now drink up and let Lord Stag destroy you.” Tapping the stag tattoo in the middle of his chest, “Believe me, it’s fucking worth it.” He patiently fed Rory the blue liquid and then kissed him and walked away. After the two brothers pounded him shoulder deep for about 20 minutes, a group of the Stags courtiers parted the crowd as the Great Stag, preceded by the 24 inches of the Horn Of Plenty approached. On the current Stag, the horn matched his shiny pitch black skin. The enormous folds of skin around it’s literally tree trunk thickness dripped with the constant stream of piss, precum, and cum that flowed from the enormous hole in the cockhead. The piss hole was so big a huge muscle slave, his asshole hanging loose and red between his legs, had his tongue stuck to the root in the hole, pleasureimg the ancient sex god, and still the fluid dripped. When the unreal entourage reached the area where the German muscle pigs were still fisting Rory like crazy, the Stag raised an enormous bullwhip and struck down, missing all of his attendants and his own cock, and landed a slicedown the muscle servants back and into the crack of his ass. The slave screamed in ecstacy, and his huge cock—covered in wax and whip marks, erupted and he fell to the side, his semen lightly tinged with blue from the enormous amount of the drug he’d consumed. The stag said, “I want to fuck this offering.” The twins withdrew from their assault on Rory’s hole and bowed low. “We have done our best to open him, my lord,” Felix said, reverently, “We have taken a liking to the pig, so we beg you not to destroy him with your rod.” The Great Stag laughed, “He will be destroyed, as you know, but he will be remade as a creature of the Gods.” At that moment it was like the assembled orgy just stopped. The Stag spoke gently to Rory. “Boy, as I enter you, you will feel my need to obliterate you. You must not resist. You must instead willingly offer yourself and your hole for destruction.” Rory started shaking, “My lord, I must ask for death! How is that so?” The Stag smiled gently, “The Horn of Plenty is a tool of both the Dark Lord and the God of Revelry. If you resist, only the Dark Lord will consent to your rape. You will take the cock in pain and suffering. And your fate will be to be a lost temple slut, like this unfortunate here.” With a flick of his whip the Stag pointed out the muscle pig, caught mid-spurt from his cock, his face a rictus of pleasure so profound it was agony. “If you welcome the destruction the cock offers, then the Dark Lord must share the pleasure of your boy pussy with Our Lord Bacchus. And they will make you into a creature of dark and light. Your taste in the most extreme forms of sexual torture will increase, but so will your love of light, life, and the pursuits of pleasure. It is a much more desirable way to live.” Rory looked at the Great Stag and grinned, “And I suppose even if I wanted to back out now, you would never allow it?” The Stag laughed, “You Scots are so cheeky. You would never back down from a sexual undertaking like this. You were born a pig. Let me make you an even sluttier one.” Rory smiled “Fuck me, sir, use me, destroy my hole, remake me.” At that moment time restarted. The Stag wordlessly held out his hand and an attendant gave him a point, filled with a .75 slam. Speaking in his booming voice, he shouted, “This offering pleases me as few have, therefore I honor him with a third blood slam before the Horn remakes him. This slam will be of Lord Covras blood, my human blood, my tainted diseased blood. He will carry the sexual power of a 1,000 depraved, piggy men. Any man he chooses to allow to torture him, to fist him, to use him, to fuck him, will experience sexual satisfaction beyond compare.” At that he expertly filled the syringe with his blood. Rory saw it was not blue, like the others, but red, although it had blue sparkles like crystals of Tina themselves. Felix and Hans kept his legs back, and an attendant moved forward and before Rory could register what was happening, quickly and cleanly soaked Rory in the vein running up his cock. Rory screamed in ecstacy as a massive wave of pain and agony and pleasure rocketed through his body. The Stag moved with grace of a predator, handling his own massive cock like an expert, and entered Rory hard. Now Rory was aware, aware of his body’s most secret entrance being torn,he felt flesh rip, and he started to fight. But as he did, the Dark Lord whispered, “Yesssss, pretty ginger pussy, let us rape you, make your solely ours.” Rory grinned, “I welcome your destruction Dark Lord, I will honor you with a lifetime of sexual suffering and pain. But…” He hard the Dark Lord hiss, “No!” Rory went on, ignoring the Dark One plea, “I also welcome you, God Pleasure and Lord of Revelry. Share the infinite sweetness of the destruction of my pussy, make me also your creature!” At that moment, Rory screamed, as every bone and ligament in his pelvis opened wide, to the assembled crowd it looked like his asshole opened like the jaws of a snake opened to swallow a mouse, unnaturally wide, as his pussy grew large enough to swallow the big log of cock. The he Stag shouted in triumph and pleasure as the entire length of his massive horn sank into the pulsing, fiery warmth of a very very tweaked out muscle pussy. Rory continued screaming, as he felt the humongous shaft be slowly absorbed by his boypuss. He felt like his insides were a battle, his colon was stretched so, so wide, and it always felt like it was on the verge of ripping him in two, then he would feel a pleasure 1000 times greater than he did when he was deep fisted. He could feel the destruction of his body, the one he had asked for, as the Dark Lord destroyed and Bacchus remained. It was the best fuck of his life. Since his fist fuck—at the age of 16 he’d seduced the 20-year-old giant oaf of a Pole who worked on a neighbors farm—Rory knew he was a nasty pig. He loved Vladimir’s huge, ugly cock. He loved the way Vlad called him names as he pounded Rory’s already muscular little ass. The way he would uses his big fat fingers to rough fuck Rory’s sloppy hole after dropping at least two big loads, Rory whining nd groaning with pleasure and need across the big hairy muscles of the farmhands wide chest. One afternoon—they always snuck around in the late afternoon, when the farmhands chores were done and nobody would be out at the old, far barn—Vlad was fingerfucking Rory pretty hard, his big digits slick from the four loads he’d dropped plus the lard they used as lube, and he slipped a fourth finger in. Rory whined and pushed back, knowing he wanted more. Vlad laughed and pushed his cock deeper in Rory’s already wide stretched mouth. “You are like a Berlin sex pig. That’s where you belong.” And so it was that little Rory, the minute he turned 18, took all the money he’d been secretly saving from blowing strangers every time he went to town, and bought bus and ferry tickets and slowly worked his way across the channel and to Berlin. In Europe, he learned how to find cursing spots and how convince men to give him money, so he could slowly whore his way to the city of his dreams. At that moment, Rory came back into his body. He knew what Bacchus had been doing, both distracting him and getting at the root of his pleasure. He was screaming in a mixture of pain nd pleasure as the giant cock fucked him. The Stag was not be gentle, pulling out and slamming in. With each slam he could feel his colon stretching wide,a feeling he loved, and just when he would feel like he was being ripped open, Bacchus would step in an feed him with pleasure. He was amazing his torso was in in one piece, because the cock never shrank but somehow fit inside. The Great Stag leaned in, and slapped to bring Rory back from his high for just a moment. “You’re bigger on the inside.” Rory laughed—he couldn’t believe the man had made a Dr Who joke in the middle of such nasty sex—them started shouting with pain/pleasure as the Stag changed angles and assaulted yet another set of organs through the impossibly, supernaturally, stretched walls of Rory’s insides. Rory was so high. He’d been slammed so many times, he’d lost count. Except for those few moments of clarity that Stag and forced on him, including the weird joke, he was possessed by no thoughts other than the consistent, rhythmic stretching of is hole. Rory was a hungry butt pig—always had been—but being stretched by this literal tree trunk of a cock had given him new feelings of fullness, of lust, of pain, and of overwhelming pleasure. He lost all sense of time, just feeling like his body was conquered and sucked out of him, time after time, fuck in—destroy—fucked out—the destroyed bits of him pulled out along with increasing bits of his insides. After about an hour of pounding Rory began to come down. He became aware that the Stag was now punch fucking him, and every time the massive cock entered him, he felt the quick snap as every muscle in his pelvis opened unnaturally wide. And so he began to grunt as the big cock entered him. The Stag smiled at him, his facing seeming far away,and said, “I am going to come.” The Stag began fucking wildly, making Rory scream with every thrust. Suddenly, he felt it, the hot liquid of the charged sperm shooting like a geyser in his guts. It literally felt like the force of a firehose deep in his hole, gushing, burning like a dose of Tina, but without the scratchiness of the crystals. Suddenly, he noticed his entire body glowed blue for a few seconds, and as it did, all of his bruises and marks disappeared. As he was aware of these things on one level, most of his awareness was taken up by the most massive anal orgasm of his life. Rory was a major butt cummer, and cruel men knew that it was relatively easy to trigger his boy pussy and torture him with a long, continuous, merciless string of rolling, so-pleasurable-they-become-painful, debilitating, anal orgasms. The little Latino chems master had an easy target when he’d made this buttboy orgasm with his supernatural gift. This was like that experience times one thousand. Rory started screaming, his entire body convulsing, anal passages locking down hard on the giant supernatural cock. This triggered a second massive ejaculation for The Stag, as the boys velvet, steaming hole massaged its great length. The Stag was shouting with the gusto of a conqueror, knowing he’d owned yet another hole. Rory was in more agony than ecstasy, feeling every muscle and joint of his taught, fat-free pelvis and torso snap open as The Horn of Plenty took him. Now, in a final moment of submission, Rory let go, gave up himself, made his soul the offering The Stag had said the rites demanded. All resistance faded, he could feel dark forces, pure evil lapping at the edges. The blood in his veins, visible through his translucent, pale skin, somehow shone dark, with a malignant light. And as Rory felt his soul and body drift, close to death, the blue dionysisian energies swept in, gathered him up, and he was back in his body. The pain turned to pure ecstasy, as he continued to roll, quiver and shake. This lasted a full five minutes of objective time, a massively long orgasm, a supernatural sexual miracle. But for Rory, it felt like a lifetime.

Puuli’s Introduction to Sexual Servitude Paulie awoke and it took him a minute to come to the realization that he was here, in the trailer, somewhere in n the middle of the Appalachians. Behind him, he heard Papi snoring, but as he tried to slip out of bed, the big man, his owner and master, put his long arm out and pulled him in tight. Even asleep, the big thick cock was hard , nestled in the crack of Pauli’s perfect, shapely, generously globed ass. Pauli could feel the lean muscle of Papi’s arms and perfect pecs, and the washboard abs he found so sexy. Pauli sighed, and blew out his breath upward, making the light blonde curls—Papi kept Pauli’s hair a bit long, so he could use it as reigns as he pounded the small blonde’s hole all around the old trailer, across the yard, or in the modern dungeon and bedroom in the underground compound concealed by the big, run-down, barn. Pauli hated that he found Papi insanely attractive. He hated the way one look at the man’s monster 10 inch cock, made his own little five incher jump, how it made him want to put his feet in the air and pull his boypussy apart and beg for it. And Pauli hated that Papi made him do just that—he’d fill Pauli’s hole with some of the meth his gang sold, and then act like nothing was up, cleaning one of his many weapons with those muscular thighs parted until, in his desperation, Pauli would crawl on his hands and knees between them, staring at the cock, and beg: “Papi, please, let me suck it, make it so hard, fuck me, please papi.” Pauli had not come to Papi willingly, but now he would never leave willingly. He couldn’t. He was addicted. Not just to the constant supply of chems, but to the Cock. The ten-inch, uncut, rock-hard ugly monster that was thicker than both of his wrists put together. He spent nearly every waking moment pleasuring Papi’s cock with his boypussy or his mouthpussy. And when he wasn’t, he was either pleasuring some other cruel man’s massive cock or dreaming of Papi—his big hands slapping his face, spanking his little bubble butt, punching his stomach or his asshole, how the muscles of his arms flexed and dripped with sweat when he beat Paulie with his belt or a wide leather strap. And Papi was the definition of insatiable—he came inside Pauli’s ass or mouth at a minimum of two times per day, often three, and very often five or six times. No, Paulie could get meth most anywhere, but there was only one Papi and only his big, fat, cruel Latino cock. He’d come to be a slave here because his deadbeat mother owed the gang money, and given the choices of whoring herself out or trading away her eldest son, she of course, chose herself. Before the transaction could be completed, though, the men had taken Pauli into the bathroom and forced him to strip. When he tried to resist, one of them slapped him hard across the face and then they tore off his clothes. One of them walked around him while a deep, accented voice directed him and his friend, who was manipulating Pauli like he was some sex doll. “Stand back and slowly walk around so I can see all of him.” “Lift up the little cock so I can see his balls.” “Let me see his hole. He a virgin? Check for me.” At this last one the big Latino who was handling him slicked up a finger with spit and rammed it in. Pauli cried out and the big man clamped his hand around Pauli’s mouth. “Sure seems like it. Ain’t seen a ho this tight since my last little bitch on the inside,” the big man said. A minute later Pauli groaned with relief as the big finger left the his hole. The voice on the phone spoke again, “Have Jose bring the boy to me. And if he’s not still a virgin when I get here I will personally cut off the balls and dick of whoever touched him and feed it to him while you all watch,you feel me?” “Yes boss. But can we use his mouth?” “Yes, you and two and Jose would save me some time in breaking him in,” the voice said, “But I don’t want him to get here and look a mess from you hitting him too hard.” Pauli was in shock, and it didn’t resist when the men swiftly gagged and blinded him and cuffed his wrists behind his back. He heard one of the men finalizing the deal with his mom and then cool air as they hustled them out the side door of their run-down house and into some sort of vehicle. He thought he was in the back of an SUV, but he couldn’t move—they’d cuffed him with his arms and legs in an X lying on his back. The next couple of days were a blur. At first he was in some sort of old warehouse, locked in a small room. It had a small cot, a sink and a toilet. They always left a bottle of water for him. Every morning they gave him a sandwich and another water and some vitamins. In the afternoon, the men would come and he would suck them off. If he resisted, hard slaps and belly punches were given until he’d obey. They were pleased to see that he wasn’t a complete novice, and on the second day (he thought) when he’d started cooperated they filmed him and sent it to their boss. Finally the next morning, Jose appeared to drive him to meet the boss. The man was a Dominican giant with a very fat, 9 inch black cock. Pauli tried to service him, but he couldn’t get much in his mouth. So Jasper fixed his wrists and neck in place, put in a mouth spreader, and fucked and fucked Pauli’s mouth until he came. He then forced Pauli to take his first ever load of piss. Pauli had a really hard time with this, and Jose just laughed “The boss wants me to prepare you for some of your daily chores so you’ll fucking learn. You’ll see.” The trip took about two and half days. Pauli remained in the back of the van, cuffed and blindfolded. Instead of taking proper pit stops, he found remote roads in isololated areas and then laughed as Pauli did his business. At every stop, Pauli was bound and using a urinal gag, Jose made him drink his piss. For each of the two nights, they’d stay in some cheap hotel, and he’d bathe Pauli and then Pauli spent at least a couple of hours receiving stern guidance on blow job technique and pleasuring a top man’s asshole. “We’re here slut,” Jose said. Pauli was groggy—he’d been dosing in the dark van, so bored sleep that seemed preferable—and he blinked his eyes open. The blindfold was already off and the sunshine was bright. “Hey boss,” Jasper called, “Brought your new property, like you asked.” A few minutes later, a tall Latino, lean and very muscular came into view. The Boss was tall—probably 6’3”—and shirtless. He wasn’t built like a body builder, but reminded Pauli of something more dangerous, like a panther. His skin was a deep olive, and most of his torso and left arm were covered in ink. He had a narrow waist, and washboard abs. Following the clearly-defined v of his torso down, Pauli gulped. The bulge in his trousers was thick and very long, much longer than Jose, That was probably going to hurt. The Boss didn’t even glance at him. He embraced Jose, “He give you any trouble on the way?” Jose smiled, “Nah, he was a good boy. Isn’t great with his piss drinking, but a few more days with a urinal gag and he’ll be good. And he’s got a hot mouth. Natural-born faggot—I came in his mouth two to three times every night and he lapped it up like his whore mother’s milk.” Finally the Boss looked at him. He strode over, the big snake in his pants already starting to fill out, “That true, you born a faggot, boy?” The man’s masculinity was overwhelming, the smell of his sweat intoxicating. Pauli was speechless for a minute, and then the Boss started laughing, his big hand enveloping Pauli’s embarrassingly tiny and mortifying hard cock. “No need to answer that one, I got it right here.” Then the hand swiftly moved down, enclosing Pauli’s little balls in the big hand which crushed them, hard. Pauli screamed. The Boss just grinned. He spoke low and with menace, “When I ask you a question, you answer immediately. You will always says “sir” or “Papi” when addressing me. Is that clear, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Paulie replied, then he began to whine as the big man, his new Papi, squeezed his balls a little more. Papi circled the handcuffed boy, admiring his thin, pale body. Pauli had the defined abs and muscular legs of a California skateboarder—one of the few recreations he could afford—because of that, despite his twinks body he had a well-developed ass and good definition all over his middle and lower body. Touching the boys slender bicep, Papi said, “We’ll work on this body a bit, even you out. But I like a big ass and for a little white skater twink, you got a great butt.” He stood behind the boy, leaning down a bit , his big manly arms around the twinks neck. He started nibbling on Pauli’s right ear. Jose grinned, “Okay boss I will head out, looks like you’re going to be occupied.” Papi stopped nibbling. “I will wire you money for transit and expenses through our secure account.” He continued, “As I bonus for doing this, I texted you the address of a hot little former quarterback who’s one of my big earners. He’s a white boy who craves black and Latin cock. He’s all set up with party supplies and will keep you happy for as long as you like.” Jose grinned and started to thank his Boss, but Papi was already headed to the run-down barn, his big hands spanking the little white boy hard, making him squeal. When they got to the barn, Papi set Pauli down and pulled out a piss- and cum-stained pair of briefs. He tied them around Pauli’s eyes, and the crotch was over Pauli’s nose. The smell of the man’s sweat and piss was making Pauli incredibly horny, despite his anger and terror at being made a captive. The big Latino entered the barn, and closed the door. Pauli heard numbers being entered into a keypad and mechanical whirring. Seconds later Papi picked him up again and he felt them going down some stairs. The basement was cool, with well-filtered air. Papi walked him down what seemed like a hallway, a brief pause as another access code was entered, and he sat Pauli down on a padded floor and removed the blindfold. Papi immediately moved off to Pauli’s right and Pauli heard him rattling around in some drawers. Pauli looked around the room and was immediately scared. One wall was mirrored, with a sling (he knew the word from porn, of course) and then something else he knew to be a fuckbench. On the longer wall adjoining it was a big X shaped thing, like everything else it outfitted with restraints for hands and feet and other body parts. Next to the X there was a white peg board, with all kind of leather paddles, whips, straps, sets of ball gags and cuffs. He heard Papi laugh, “Keep turning, you are just getting to my favorite part.” Pauli turned and his eyes widen widened with alarm. The shorter wall opposite had shelves and shelves of butt toys of all shapes and sizes, from the merely large to horrifyingly gigantic. He recognized dildos and plugs from porn and from Twitter, but he had no idea what some of those things did. There were also all kinds of other devices—metal, rubber—which he had no idea what they were for. Suddenly he felt the big man behind him again and for the first time felt his huge naked cock pushed into his butt. “Don’t worry baby, Papi will go slow,” he whispered, “but you should know each those shelves is three toys deep.” The his voice turned stern, “And eventually you experience every single one of those instruments of pleasure and torture and will take every butt toy on that wall to the base. If you don’t,you will be punished. And then we will start again Is that clear, boy?” Pauli gulped, sweating, “Yes, Papi.” Papi grabbed a clear water bottle he’d had on the floor, filled it with orange liquid. He put the drinking tube in Pauli’s mouth and fed the boy several ounces of bitter, salty, orange Gatorade. Papi grinned, “Good boy. You’ll get used to the taste. Just a little GHB to help you relax.” He brought the boy over to the shower area and handcuffed him to a bar, facing a mirrror on one wall and spread his legs wide on a spreader bar. “I always like to see a boys face when I hurt them” Papi said, “Turns me the fuck on.” For the next 45 minutes, Papi administered larger and deeper enemas to Pauli. After the boy’s hole was clean deep inside—it didn’t take long beecause for the last 24 hours all he’d been allowed to eat was smoothies, semen, and piss. Then he started filling the boy up until his stomach bloated and pluggging his hole. He untied his hands and bound him tightly with his arms back, forcing his back to arch and the big enema visible across his little abs. Then Papi started punching the boy in the abs, making his stomach cramp and roil. Finally, he attached tight tit clamps to the boys erect nipples and punched again. After delivering six hard blow, he reached up and ripped the clamps off. Pauli screamed and convulsed and the plug and water came shooting out. Without saying a word, Papi began threading the sure shot deep in the boys guts filling the boys entire colon with even more water than before. The gorgeous little twinks stomach bulged and the cramps began before he pulled the house into the inner rectum and filled it so full the boy was shaking and groaning in pain. He then popped in an inflatable and blew it up just enough to make the boy groan. He quickly removed the spreader bar—it would get in the way of the coming fuck and hoisted the boy up so he was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. He then walked over and grabbed a fully loaded point, with more than he usually gave a newbie. He wanted the boy begging for abuse sooner rather than later. Papi said in a low, matter-of—fact tone, “I own you. You are nothing but a set of holes, both always available for my cock, my cum, my piss, and my spit. Your body is just there to support your holes, and to provide me pleasure by hurting you.” With that last he reached out and grabbed Pauli’s mouth and kissed him roughly, then spitting in his mouth and all over his face. “Your master is goning to give you your first dose of Tina,” he said darkly, bringing the syringe up in his strong right arm, “I am going to show you your true nature, tonight, and every night for the rest of your life. You will experience sexual pleasure that you will find as addictive as the drug itself.” Papi stepped back and put the needle in his own arm, filling the vial with his blood. Then shaking it, he stepped forward and looked Pauli straight in the eye. “Beg me for the gift of my charged DNA, slave, beg me to make you poz.” Pauli at first didn’t speak, his eyes wide with fear and longing. And then he realized, in his heart of hearts he wanted nothing more than to submit to this dominant stud. He wanted to be used and abused, he wanted to experience what the young twinks in his favorite porn did when they were roughly fucked, and slapped around. He’d always wondered at their expression of pure bliss, even when they were getting treated like dirt. He looked Papi straight in the eyes and said, “Please, Papi, sir, my master, please use me as you see fit. Teach me to please your god-like body and your god-like cock.” Papi smiled. The boy seemed sincere but he was also rolling on some g. But no matter if the boy meant it—or even said it—Papi would use the boy. He walked up and held the needle to the boys vein, “Don’t move your head, or this will damage you.” He then expertly gave the boy a big shot of Tina mixed with his own charged blood, the boys eyes grew wide, and Papi barely got the needle out before he began to cough loudly. Within seconds he was truly begging, begging for the big cock to pierce his virgin butt. Papi walked behind the boy, greasing up his cock with Tina-laced lube. He went behind the boy and pulled the tight, round cheeks apart and ripped the buttplug from, the boys hole. Papi stood aside as water streamed out. The big Latino hosed the boy off and made sure any waste was down the drain. He stood in front of the boy, hanging now for, just his hands in the ceiling. Picked up his little muscular legs and lined up his cock. “This is going to be so much fun.” Papi sunk his big cock into Pauli slowly and surely. Pauli’s blue eyes grew wide, “Oh…owww…oh please, go slowly, please.” Papi grinned evilly and said, “No can do slut, this is my hole and I claim it.” Papi did stop when his huge swollen cockhead reached Pauli’s tender inner hole. He planned to fuck the boys outer hole first, opening him up, before teaching the boy about true deep fucking. Papi settled in for a nice long fuck, delivering slow strokes that just touched at the boys inner gate. Soon, the Tina began to set Pauli free, and his true bottom pig nature won out. Soon he was begging, “Please sir, please sir, harder. Use your hole, open my pussy.” Papi fucked and fucked, pounding the boy, changing his angles and stretching his new boycunt. He could famously fuck for a long, long time, having almost superhuman control over when he came. So he railed the boy for about 45 minutes, teaching the boy to grip his big rod tightly on the outstroke and looser on the instroke. If Pauli failed to do this, he got a hard slap to his face. Paul learned to open his mouth so Papi could spit in his mouth. Pauli was in heaven. The drugs made his ass so hungry and the man fucking him was a fantasy come true. He no longer cared he’d been sold by his mother, all he cared about was pleasing this Latino sex machine. Papi, for his part, decided he wanted to come. And there was no better place to do it then in his new slaves tight inner ring. Papi pulled his hips back quickly, his big cockhead leaving Pauli’s hole with a loud squelch. Pauli cried out, “NO, please, sir, don’t stop don’t stop.” Papi said nothing, just grinned, and then he snapped his hips forward, hard, skewing the boy until his giant cock was buried balls deep. Pauli screamed, eyes wide, as the thick ten inches sunk through his second hole. Papi grinned, and realized he’d hit the jackpot—the boys anus was on the short side, 6 inches, meaning the most sensitive part of his cock—the giant head, glans, and upper body—were buried four inches into the tight velvety smoothness of the lower sigmoid. “That, boy, is your second hole. That hole and all the other rings for the entire length of your colon belong to me and to anyone I whore you out to. Right now, I am taking just the first part of your second hole.” With that he pulled his cock out about five inches, exiting the second ring and then immediately slammed back in. “But all of your hole belongs to me, and you will give every single inch of your colon to me. Not all today, not all tomorrow, but little by little, week by week, I will claim your hole. All of it, shoulder deep.” Pauli knew he should be horrified, protesting, but he had to admit, the big warm cock felt amazing in him. It hurt like hell but he knew he deserved to be taken, to be used, it was his destiny. He could feel the drugs rewriting his brain, could feel his hole start to caress the massive cockhead, start to rekindle that primal need he had for a hard fuck. Papi felt it too—he was expecting it—and he smiled and said in a low voice, “Push out, like you are taking a dump , it will make it easier and let me fuck you deeper, then grip hard on the outstroke, show Papi’s cock you don’t want it to go.” And so for about 10 heavenly minutes, Papi raped Pauli’s virgin inner hole. The boy was so hot, Papi came long before he wanted, his toxic cum spurting ropes and ropes inside the boy. As he pulled out, he saw his cock was a little pink. Good, he’d convert the boy sooner if he bled. Papi loosened the boys bonds and Pauli collapsed on the floor. Without saying a word, Papi strode over to one of his big reclining thrones, that displayed his big cock and tight asshole for twinks to service. Settling in, he grabbed one of the freshly loaded pipes he had all around the room and began to light up. “Get over here slave, and clean my cock and worship daddy’s manly ass. Make it feel good or I will crop you little butt.” After alwardly crawling over to service his lord’s cock, Paulo tried. But he had trouble. Papi’s cock was massive and he was relatively inexperience. In response, his new master got up and held him up tightly by his throat and cropped his cock and balls, beating the boy hard until Pauli was in tears. Satisfied the boy knew how much pain he could give him, Papi dropped the boy who lay crumpled on the floor. He walked over to one his wall racks and grabbed a mouth spreader. When Pauli resisted, Papi growled and grabbed the crop. He leaned down and spread the boys cheeks and beat his sore asshole, delivering 15 stinging hard leather slaps to the tender, freshly-deflowered ring. After the first five, Pauli began to beg, saying he would try better. But Papi was merciless, counting down from 15, each strike harder than the last. Pauli was quivering and sobbing as Papi reinserted the ring and stretched the boys mouth so hard the boys jaw ached. Papi leaned back in his chair again, and using the boys mouth like a living fleshlight, began to pleasure himself with his new boys mouth. Pauli gagged and retched, but Papi in no way responded. The boy needed to learn that he wasn’t a person, he was a hole. Boring of this position, Papi stood and carried the boy—his face already covered in phlegm—and placed him with his head hanging over the edge of one of the little fuck beds. And then Papi really began to facefuck the little twink. Papi edged himself like this for probably 45 minutes. He figured the boy had probably passed out a few times from lack of air, but he just kept on fucking, delivering long brutal punching strokes deep into the boys throat. From time to time he’d punch or squeeze the boys little balls, enjoying the way screaming made his cock penetrate deeepr down the twinks slender throat. Keeping up a steady attack on the boys nuts, already starting to swell, Papi thrust deep into the boy’s gullet and came again, big ropes of cum filling the boy, who gurgled and gagged beneath the big Latin. Now Papi paused to catch his breath, his insatiable cock barely loosing any blood, and then he began to piss, moving his cock up so it rested on the boys tongue, loving the way the boys tongue involuntarily shuddered at the strong taste. Papi prolonged the piss as long as he could. Then wordlessly, he pulled out, and removed the mouth spreader from the boys mouth. He then threw the boy over onto his stomach on the bed and cuffed his hands behind his back. He walked over to the chair and grabbed his crop, and a big vial of Tina, and then grabbed the inflatable plug and some laced libe the boy had taken earlier. He walked over the boy, picked his head up, and said, “Open your mouth pussy.” When Pauli complied, Papi pushed his still semi-hard cock in all the way, sighing in blisss. He then leaned over—not carrying if it hurt the boys neck—and spread the boys checks and delivered five super cruel lashes of the crop to the little hole. Pauli screamed in pain—while it came out like a loud gurgle around Papi’s now rock hard cock—but again, that just allowed Papi’s fat ten inches to find deeper purchase. Papi selected several big rocks and pushed them into the boy hole, enjoying the sensation the boy’s throat caused as he shouted again from the paibain. Lining up the toy, he slide it home and began pumping. He pumped it just enough to fill the boy. Papi immediately yanked his cock out of the boy’s throat and walked backwards, seating himself in one of his big comfortable thrones, which placed his cock and ass—muscle cheeks wide open—in perfect position for his new little slave to worship with his mouth. Pointing down, Papi said, “Serve, slave bitch.” The boys eyes were alight with the dark desires fuedl by the Tina, and he struggled forward on his knees, looking with naked hunger at the big cock. As he moved forward to engulf it in his mouth, he was brutally slapped. “Not my cock. Serve my sweaty ass, bitch, get in there and clean it up.” About 30 minutes later, Pauli was as deep as his little, exhausted tongue could reach into his master’s hard ass. Saliva and phlegm from another brutal facefuck covered his sweet face, and Papi was using the boy’s mouth juice as lube as he enjoyed the boys abject service. Right, he thought, time to fuck. Abruptly standing up, he used his big feet to push the boys neck to the ground. “Get that fat ass up, arch your back, and keep your head on the ground.” He grabbed his vial of Tina but no lube—the boys thick phlegm should work fine. Standing behind the boy, he realized the big inflatable was still in. How had he forgot about that? Kneeling down and jacking his cock, he began to press on the pump bulb, enjoying Pauli’s increasingly desperate moans. Finally he achieved his goal. The little twinks hole couldn’t contain the huge thing and with shriek the boys asshole expelled the giant toy with a rush, spraying pink lube and cum everywhere. Pauli’s hole was already beginning to look it had been cunted, but Papi knew better: he hadn’t even begun to cunt the bitch. Picking out a nice rock from his vial, he pushed it into his piss slit. It burned a little, and he could feel the Tina. He smiled darkly, because he knew the boypussy he was gonna fuck would feel the burn more. With an expert hand he spread the boys cheeks with his left hand as his right hand lined up his preferred cuntimg tool, his dark monster cock, I’m the boys new cunt. Wordlessly he snapped his hips forward, mercilessly driving the cock in to the root. The boy was wordless for a second, and his back arched up even more as he brought his head of the floor to give a cry of anguish, but before that could happen, Papi had already pulled his cock already out and was delivering another cruel punch fuck, the huge rock still not dissolved and burning and scraping the full length of the boys ass a second time. Now Pauli paused, his cock throbbing as the boy cried out. “Fuuuck, burning hot poker, fat daddy cock fuck, hurts, burns, fucking tree trunk in my pussy.” Pauli grinned, gave a hard squeeze to his bladder knocking the rock off deep into the boys guts, tumbling a little burn of desire a little deeper. And then Papi began to fuck the boys second ring hard, jabbing his big tool into the burning hot space where the Tina dissolved, using it to spread the dissolving desire all around deep in the boys guts. Because he’d already come, he had even less trouble than usual extending this fuck, using the boys hole like he’d used a fleshjack to edge himself. But of course Papi had never had to use anything less than grade triple A live boypussy to edge himself. And so he fucked his new toy, changing positions every so often. He unbound the boys rest, and keeping his cock in place, he pushed the boy out flat, with one leg up, and fucked yet another deep place. Finally, when the boys legs were back to his ears, Papi pounding hi, at his deepest with his legs locked straight, fucking with his powerful abs and his body weight on his big arms Papi came again, his hot cum scalding the boy’s insides. Untold hours later—Papi hadn’t even bothered to look, but maybe 8 hours later—Papi’s hard throbbing cock was again buried deep into Pauli’s abused, loose hole. Pauli was prone beneath him, one leg up, and Papi’s upper body rested, turned at the only axis that mattered in Pauli’s head, where the cock that he worshiped entered his swollen hole. Papi moved slowly, savoring how every movement of his monster made the boy quiver. The boy was a mess. HIs nipples, swollen and sensitive from Papi’s sharp teeth, were pinched between the jagged points of a set of Papi’s most vicious titclamps. His gorgeous ass was bright red and purple, for he had been warmed up with the belt before taking the prison strap and then a three-tailed tawse. The cruel tips of the last one had shown Papi the new boys true nature. All night, as expected of a bottom slut, the boys small cock had been limp, drizzling precum and piss, but soft and shriveled. The minute the searing burn of the tawse hit his ass, Pauli had gotten rock hard. And then—and Papi had rarely seen this except on big masochistic muscle men—a slightly off-the-mark lash had wrapped itself between the boys checks, under his slightly upraise taint, and the tawse and struck the full length of the little hard cock, triggering a screaming, ecstatic orgasm for the twink. And finally they had ended up here, Pauli lost in a slow, rolling, wave of pleasure and pain. His entire focus was his hole and the cock that throbbed inside, and while he could feel the soreness of the welts and bruises on his back and ass, after his hole he felt his tits. He’d always had a sexual tie between his cock and his nipples, only able to come if he caressed his tits like a woman. But now the shifting stimulation as the pressure on them varied against the mat on the floor based on how much of Papi’s weight rested on him as the big cock slowly moved in and out of Pauli’s hole, stimulated both his hole and his sore cock, with its sizzling red tawse welt running the entire length of its underside. His only that was that he could be like this forever, sore, open and used, his entire mind and body mastered by the hunky Latino who fucked him like a delicate violin of pain and pleasure. Papi got up on his hands, grabbed the boys hip, and starting increasing his speed, pulling out and slamming in. Pauli was in agony, as the big cock punched his sore lips and drove deep into his colon. For about 10 minutes Papi continued this rough treatment, reminding the boy that he was nothing, that Papi ‘s cock was his lord and master. Then, lost in the ecstacy of the boys sore hole fluttering around his cock he allowed himself to come, shooting great burning ropes of his toxic seed, all up and down the quivering boys hole. Papi allowed himself a few moments rest, his weight wrapped around the boy. He stayed still, but the boy’s hole pulsed around his fat cock, as if it couldn’t decide if it hated the abuse or craved more. Papi smiled darkly. Lifting himself up on his arms, living his cock still buried tight in the boys soft, warm, velvet cunt, he grabbed the big vial and small plate he had set down earlier. He chose six big shards, each one bigger than the last, and set them in order on the plate. He then took a smaller vial of finely crushed powder and made a rather large pile next to the final shard. He lubed up his fingers and began to gently ,assuage the boys hole around his cock. At the same time, he slowly began to piss, giving the boy about one half of his bladder’s fill in his inner hole, and slid his cock out. He kept his right legged hooked over the boy, and used his free hand to position the smallest rock, and then slid it in. Using a single finger now, he rolled the little burning thing all aloud the boys inner ring. Pauli responded with a little cry but then his hole loosened slightly and he sighed in pleasure. Papi was very gently, soothing in his massage of the boypuss, and once the rock was absorbed into the bou, he grabbed the next one, and used two fingers to do the same. And so it went, Papi: rock, finger, absorb, massage, Pauli: cry out at the burn, coo in pleasure, open pussy. Papi prepared to pounce, positioning himself to straighten the boys legs and pin him down, he grabbed the largest rock, and slipped it in, then, turning his hand upright, he dumped the pile into his palm. Putting his fingers in the bird shape, he simultaneously drove his whole hand inside the hole and, with the other hand, straightened the boys left leg, and used his right leg to put himself on top of the boy, pinning him down. The boy was close to be open enough for fisting, but of course he wasn’t quite. A kinder man would have spent more time preparing the boy so the boy could give his hole. But Paulie needed to be taught that Master Papi took from Paulie, whether Pauli gave willingly or not. As the fist entered the boys ass, his boypussy ring shuddered in alarm, powerless to prevent the intrusion because it was just, oh so nearly stretched enough. The final result was brutal, total, control. Pauli was pinned from ankle to shoulder by the much larger man, his hole was filled—from rectum well into almost the second knuckle of the long hands in his second ring. The big shard had been pushed inside him deep into his second hole, burning a new path of dark, twisted desire deep within his ass. Pauli gave a hoarse cream, and his body was utterly rigid, his mouth gaping open in pain. It was not just the feeling of something enormous, bony, and hard jammed into his ass that was causing his body to react with shock and pain, it was the intense burn of the big shard the man was gently rolling around his inner space. Papi was utterly still, letting the boy realize how he’d been taken, then he leaned in and whispered darkly, “Who owns that pussy, slave?” Pauli struggled to speak, still lost in agony turning to hot desire, and finally croaked, “You, sir, you.” Papi waited several minutes, letting the huge dose of Tina take over the boy, and then he gently unfolded his hand, stretching the inner ring while depositing the big pile of finely crushed Tina into the boys hole as he began gently twisting his hand, distributing the a burning need. This time Pauli screamed—the crushed Tina was absorbed almost immediately, its burning hot and more intense. By this point the boy’s hole and received the equivalent of a massive slam. A fresh, intense sweat poured off him, and he began to quiver in sexual heat. He whined, and his hole begins to flutter around Papi’s hand. Papi return his hand to the bird shape and abruptly pulled out. Pauli cried out —he was still a bit sore, but complied immediately as Papi position him on his knees, head and arms resting flat against the floormat. Wordlessly, Papi slipped his hand back inside the boy. Again, there was a little moment when the ring tried to resist, but he went in fairly smoothly even as the boy cried out. Now, Papi began to gently fist, moving his hand around to make space. As soon as Pauli began to coo and push his little ass back, Papi changed tactics and abruptly pushed in slightly while cruelly stretching the boys inner ring. “You know why I love fisting, boy.” Papi mused idly, refolding his hand and returning to gently massaging the boypussy. “I can drive a boy wild, control him like a puppet, teach him who is master truly is.” And so Papi fisted his preciously-virgin 18-year old slave as the boy rode wave after wave of Tina-induced pleasure. Papi flipped him onto his back and got him in a sling, and gave him a bottle of poppers. The big Latino sex machine alternated between gently fisting the drove the boy crazy to hard stretching periods, making his hand bigger and bigger as he every so slowly pulled out. He didn’t go deep, and although he had periods of pulling out and pushing in, he didn’t teach the boy to be punched yet. Papi just enjoyed the abject surrender and submission on the boys face, a look he had seen on other young virgin twinks faces when he had deflowered them so totally—with slams, with his big cock, his cruel beatings, and then then final taking—fisting fucking the little sore boypussy right before it were really ready. Papi knew, the boy was now his, addicted to one person could take them on this hard, dark, journey. When Papi got bored with fisting, he fucked the boy, his big cock squelching in the loose, destroyed hole. He used dildos—none to long, but he paid no regard to how thick they were, patiently waiting as the boy groaned and his boypuss lips stretched thinner and thinner around the bigger and bigger toys. Papi was content for the boy to take just the head of the toys, letting the head just start to part the inner lips. Sometimes, though, he dropped a little shard in, alongside a tool with a particularly tapered head, and then as that kicked in, he’d have the boy do big, long, deep hits of poppers. On those time he would slide the dildo in, stretching the inner ring. Papi decided he did want to work the boys inner ring, he went back a half dozen sizes, dropped a pile of finely crushed Tina in, and as the boy began to quake, he pushed the toy in. He was gentle, but insistent, and soon all nine inches, a rigid toy a bit thicker than his cock times two, was buried in Pauli. This meant that not only was his second ring stretched, but areas that hadn’t been stretched in hours were forced open. Paulie lay there, panting, holding his legs wide, his face a mask of submission. Taking this as an open invitation, Papi slowly began to fuck the boy, building slowly in speed, wielding the hard thick toy with practiced expertise, moving the toy in new directions to stretch his inner ring and make more space. He kept at this for a good while, until the hole was good and loose. He lived his free hand by dipping it the tub of xlube he placed below the boy to catch the drips and overflowed, balled up his fist yanked the toy out and after the hole closed, he punched his fist in. Pauli cried out, his eyes wide with surprise and his body stuttered a minute as the colon began to accept the big fist. Papi stood still, smiling slightly, and let the boy’s body adjust. Once the hole had settled down, and he could see the hunger for it grow, he began to move his fist in and out, eventually pulling partially out to stretch the rectum and then pushing in on the second ring more insistently. Finally, satisfied the hole was loosening up, he collapsed his fist down in the bird shape and slid smoothly hot. Pauli was begging with his eyes, and Papi smiled. He balled his fist up and pushed in hard, collapsed his hand, pulled out, doing this over and over again. Pauli was a little wild minx, begging for abuse yet struggling, huffing on the poppers and groaning and crying out. After about 20 minutes Papi pushed the big fist in, collapse it, and pushed through the second ring. “I own this hole, don’t ever forget.” And Pauli just wordlessly stared, mouth open in a silent howl. As soon as the boy relaxed, Papi pulled out and repeated the sequence, hard square fist that turns into a collapsed bird shape before taking the boys second ring. Pauli was at first overwhelmed, with his mouth still agape and in a wordless howl. On the third deep punch, he shouted, “Fuuuuuuuuuck, Papi, fuuuuuuuck me.” And so fist and fuck his Papi did. For about 7 hours, Papi fisted his new boy. He was pleased the boy could take his punches so well. He didn’t try to take his balled fist through the boy second hole, but he loved to punch his outer hole. Then he would fuck the soft warm pussy, give it a big burning load of toxic sperm. load it with chempiss, and then start the gentle cycle of fisting up until he was hard punching the outer ring, sliding into a narrow bird shale to punch through the inner ring. He did this over and over, hour after hour, until the boy was a writhing mess. Finally, at the end of the last fisting cycle they ended up on the floor again, gently fucking, but this time Papi hand was wrapped around his big fat cock. Sometimes he pull his cock out, and just gently fist and stretch the boy, every motion sending painful delight through the boys cunt. Paulie was a goner, moaning softly, and then crying out when Papi would be a little aggressive and punch him a little harder. Hearing the boys cries, turned Papi on and he’d then slam his big cock in and fuck the boy a little harder. Papi. Used the boys sore swollen cuntlike a fleshlight, edging himself on, jacking his cock off inside, until after about 1.5 hour, seeing Pauli was beyond used up, Papi came again. He left the boy tied face down, spread eagle, masked and gagged, with a pussy full of chempiss and big pile of Tina, a big electric buttplug lodged inside. The buttplug played a program that started of gentle, rose to sharp jolt, harder and harder, and then ended with increasingly long periods of 1,2, 3, 4, and finally 5 long minutes of agonizing continuous burning electrical shock in his boy butt. After about an hour and a half, Papi came down and found the boy in a pool of sweat and his own piss. Reaching down, he took the boys mask off, disabled the program the program and set the thing on a low, throbbing pulse, He then grabbed a wide colllar that forced the boy to look up, put it on Pauli. Papi then grabbed some lube, a pipe and a comfortable chair and sit it where the boy could see. He then grabbed the controller and sat down and set the thing to max. He then set a timer for 10 minutes and sat and watched the boy suffer, screaming in agony as his new master jacked his big cock. Papi then got up and got a bigger control with a larger charged, changed it out, and amped it up to just one above previous and gave the boy another ten. He removed the gag, turned it up to 2 above the previous max, and set a timer for 15 minutes. As Pauli screamed and begged Papi brought himself to a resounding climax, catching it in his hand. Turning off the electro, the boy panting, with tears running down his cheeks, and Pauli desperately licked his Papi’s come, desperate for moisture. Seeing how dry the boy was, he gave the boy a load of piss, and for the first time the boy looked adoring at Papi, so great was his thirst. He picked the boy up—he couldn’t stand on his own, and suspended him in the shower. He gently watched him and then vigorously cleaned out his sore boypussy, his big insatiable cock rising again at the boy cries. He threaded the hose deep in the boy’s guts and fucked him again, enjoying the boys screams and feeling of water coming out of the boys hole as he fucked it in, until he came again. He finished cleaning the boy, gave him a Gatorade laced with relaxlents, and two sleeping pills. He tied the boy face down in the hard little bed, his arms spread. Drifting off with his little formerly-virgin boypuss stuffed tight with healing ointment and a rather large metal buttplug, Pauli was so exhausted he couldn’t think, laying there with his hole throbbing around the big plug. Finally, Pauli slipped into a deep deep dark sleep.

Rory and the German Muscle Twins Within seconds of Conrad and Dimitri leaving with Felix, his brother Karl had Rory naked. As they waited for someone to come and take over the door, Rory got a chance to enjoy the big man’s muscular chest. Both Karl and his twin Felix were about 6’ 6”, dark blonde, with square, brutish faces. They had massive broad shoulders, arms bulging with muscle and veins, small wrists and huge hands. Their legs were huge and muscular. Rory thought they looked like something out of a Tom of Finland drawing and he was extremely turned on. After about five minutes, Spike, a scary-but-hot Latino skinhead showed up. “Who’s this gorgeous little redhead, Karl?” Rory turned around and leaned forward to kiss Spike. “My name is Rory, which rhymes with whorey. You wan’ a fuck later?” Rorey said, already flying from the big rocks Karl had put up his hole. “I will come find you after the tonight’s rites are completed,” Spike promised, putting the little red haired hotties small hand on his big hard tool. “You can have him for sloppy seconds,” Karl laughed, “My brother and I are preparing him to be blessed by the Horn of Plenty.” “Hot,” said Spike, “I will be sure to position my offering where I can see his face when that big tool pierces that perfect little butt. Karl grinned and picked Rory up and said, “Gotta go.” Karl carried Rory into the small anteroom where the Eudaemons had dressed Conrad and Dimitri. Conrad and Dimitri were already a long way away. Rory was still aware enough that ask Karl how his friends had gone so far. “Time works funny here in the Temple.” Karl shrugged, “I wouldn’t be surprised if we have been playing for an hour or more before they pass our play space.” Karl stripped off his pants—Rory had gotten his shirt off him with in seconds—revealing how faultless his body-builder body was. His huge uncut cock—easily ten inches and as thick as Conrad’s—sported a big PA. Rory started to drop to his knees but Karl said, “Let’s get you kitted out, pleamty of time for sex in a second.” He grabbed a set of beautifully carved wrist and ankle cuffs and affixed them to Rory’s body. Rory looked at them in wonder, they looked to be priceless antiques, embossed with images of woodland creatures. In the center of each was a black opal engraved with a spider web. “That’s my family crest,” Karl said proudly, “For 600 years the second sons of my family have served in the temple, guarding the door and selecting men to mate with the Great Stag.” He then looked at Rory solemnly, “The Great Stag desires that you be his offering during the Temple’s daily ritual. My brother and I will prepare you and your hole as best we can, but the horn of plenty is probably bigger than any dildo you’ve ever ridden.” Karl then turned and pointed to a gorgeous, ancient fresco, which showed a beautiful dark-haired man, his face a mask of blissed-out ecstasy as he rode on a massive, unnaturally large cock attached to a man in a stag’s head mask. “ Karl turned to him and said, “But you have to say yes,”. Karl said, “Of your own free will. My forebearers used to trap men to serve as the Stag’s slaves, but since we abandoned slavery the Brotherhood stopped that practice. I can assure that you will be very high on some drugs you know and some that can only be found in our Brotherhold. But you will bear the Stags mark. This will make you very desired boy and you will most likely meet your soulmate and be a bearers companion at some point in the future. That will guarantee you a very, very long life with a man you will feel undying love for.” When Rory looked shocked, “It wont be Dimitri or Conrad, though, the Crone has foretold it. But she also foretold you will mate with another bearer and the Americans will be your close friends for several lifetimes.” Without saying a word Rory walked over to examine the slave collar. It had images of a Great Stag, spiders webs and spiders worked into the thick leather. He grinned, “Holy fuck yes! I don’t care if that monster cock kills me—as long as I am high and getting fucked I can’t think of a better way to spend my night.” And so proudly wearing the collar and ankle restraints Karl took Rory down a side passage to he and his brother’s play space. It was a very long hall and he was surprised to see that they could glimpse Dimitri and Konrad with Felix, the other twin through the play spaces. They came to small door, next to the big door that marked the stags sanctum, and Karl opened it. Midway down there was a black space with a black door. The entire thing was black walnut stained black—Rory had an uncle who made furniture so he knew the thing was insanely old and insanely valuable—a silver spider web was worked in beautifully polished silver metal and when he touched it he heard whispers of dark pleasures and he shivered. Karl opened the door and stood aside. “You can still back out. During the hours of pain my brother and I will hurt you, a lot. Thre Dark Lord demands it, but when the Great Orgy begins and you are blessed to ride the Horn of Plenty, the sacred sperm will heal even the deepest wounds from our lash and you will experience ecstasy unlike any other. You will then serve as a temple sex slave for several days to repay the Stag for his gift. But you like sex, I have heard, and so I think you will have a good time.” Rory leaned forward to hold the man’s huge pulsing member. He leaned forward, “I am in big man. Now let’s stop talking and start fucking.” So Karl took him inside. Like all the alcoves inside the doors of the Stag’s inner sanctum, dark sex and light sex were mixed. Along one wall was an ancient, gorgeous, carved-iron Saint Andrew’s cross. The walls were all black leather—the smell was intoxicating and Rory breathed in deep. The place smelled like pure sex. There were sex toys everywhere—the twins had tens of thousands of dollars worth of every size of every model of toy Rory had ever seen on the websites for premium silicone. One wall was all BDSM equipment with straps, belts, paddles, two matching and very scary bullwhips, and then every manner of tit clamps, ball crushers, and in a clear glass case hundreds of piercing needles. There were lots of mirrors and a massive white bed, big enough for the big men and several other men. The curtains were a mix of clear sheer white cloth and black leather strips. There were two massive carved walnut chairs, clearly designed so bottoms could worship the men’s asses, and with lots of places for men to perch while they got railed. Karl got to work, opening an ancient carved silver box with black spider inlays filled with vials and vials of Tina, and other vials and clear glass bottles filled with drugs—Rory recognized several overflowing with the finest capsules of X making the rounds in Berlin’s clubs. There were also dozens of bottles of a blue glowing substance. “Wha wit’ the blue stuff,” Rory said, surprised that his Scottish accent was so strong—it usually disappeared when he was high. “That’s a mixture of the fluids that constantly drip from the Horn of Plenty with some of the sacred sperm. All the ancient ones produce it, but whoever is bearing the burden of leadership—and of living with Horn of Plenty—they produce the most potent. I’ve not taken it—it’s strictly bottoms only—but it’s said to produce amazing euphoria. All I know is it takes a hungry bottom boys hole to the next level. It’s so strong we’ve fisted virgin asses within 20 minutes of them downing some of it.” Rory smiled with glee. Like many young gay men he would try nearly any drug—he and his friends considered it their birthright as gay men—and anything that opened his hole he loved. Karl then walked over to Rory and picked him up again, passionately kissing him, and carried over to a small tiled corner of the space. He set him down and affixed his arms to two widely spaced hooks in the ceiling. “That hole clean for deep play, little whore?” he said. When Rory replied yes, sir, Kirk just grunted and said, “We will see.” First he took out a straight razor. “Hair is forbidden below the neck on all submissives in the temple,” he said sternly. And quickly whisked away Rory’s neatly trimmed bush and armpit hair. He also removed the light hair that dusted Rory’s arms and legs He nodded approvingly when he saw that the boy kept his boypussy, taint, balls, and chest shaved smooth. He then pulled out an enema bag bulging with liquid. “This is our chempiss from the day.” He untied Rory and had him get on his hands and knees. When Rory immediately went chest down and automatically reached back to expose his pink hole, Karl smiled and said, “Good boy.” Karl then proceeded to fill the boy with he and his brothers chempiss. When the bag was empty, he slid a heavy metal buttplug into the boy. Karl pulled out an ancient hourglass, with enough sand that it would last five minutes. He had Rory get up on his haunches—the boy whined at the the pull of the heavy plug and enema on his hole. At the sound, Karl backhanded the boy. “Stop your complaining,” he said sternly, “You haven’t even begun to suffer.” And so for five full minutes, as Rory desperately deepthroated the muscle gods cock, he also strained, cramped, and spasmed around a colon full of the strongest drugs in Berlin. When the hourglass ran out, Rory was desperate. He crab walked as directed to the shower spot—panting, and groaning, his abs visibly cramping, and when directed pushed and pushed, screaming slightly when the big heavy metal ball popped out. Karl hosed the boy off and dried him with soft fluffy towels. He heard the door open and Felix entered and said, “Did I miss his chempiss enema? I wanted to see the stud suffer.” Karl smiled, “It was gorgeous. To make up for it, you can give him the first load.” Felix walked over and led Rory over to the bed. “Fuck baby, that chempiss must have been strong, you so fucking warm.” Rory and he started making out. Then Rory paused, lucid for a second, “How do I tell you and your brother apart?” Felix smiled, and showed the boy the small black and silver enameled F he wore and then Rory noticed the K around Karl’s neck. He’d been so into Karl’s muscular body he’d not even noticed. “And,” Felix smiled, “My cock is full inch longer then Karl’s just not quite as thick.” With those words, he pushed Rory down to pleasure his cock. He moaned loudly as the super experienced little whore deepthroated him on the first try. A few minutes later, Karl knelt beside him. “Are you ready for the best night of your life?” he breathed in the boys perfect little ear. Rory nodded, not once stopping up his blowjob. “Hold your arm out,” Felix ordered, “Let my brother give you a big point. When he says to, take your mouth off my cock. I don’t want you biting me when you cough.” Karl expertly tied the boys arm and found a vein—it wasn’t hard, as the little muscle boy was a lean sexpot with gorgeous, bulging, visible veins through the milky-white skin on his arms and legs—registered then said “Mouth off cock, boy.” Rory turned to watch, his eyes wide at the size of the slam they were giving him. Then the world compressed and he had a major coughing fit. Within seconds the brothers had given themselves a slam and had the boy doggy style. Felix started fucking and Karl took his mouth. Both men were loving life—and so was the boy. Rory was pushing back, and in between displaying his expert cock sucking abilities, he would holler “Fuck me harder, Felix, give me that German sperm.” Karl grinned and glsnced to the right and saw that the Americans were just now passing their alcove in the main aisle. The twins and the muscle twink enjoyed about an hour of fucking—each man gave the boy two loads—when Rory started begging for their fists. They put Rory in a sling and showed him how to use their poppers dispenser. And that’s when Rory first noticed that the ceiling of the temple was enchanted. Rather than a ceiling or roof it looked like a gorgeous blue sky with wispy clouds. He tried to talk, but he found he only think about getting those big muscle arms up his boypussy. Felix handed Rory a bottle of the blue drug, but told him to wait before taking it. Felix went first—his hands were just ever-so-slightly smaller than his brothers. Within seconds of fingering the boy, he could tell the little whore was a very experienced fist pig, so he ordered the boy to drink up. As he did, Felix began to go in, the boy roared with pleasure as all his veins began to glow blue, and his little hole opened like flower at dawn and Felix was in. Felix paused, his face a mask of pure pleasure. “You got a great hole,” he breathed. Rory was panting—amazed at how quickly the big hand had gone in. “Fuck,” he said “that’s a big paw.” Felix leaned in, and he and his brother made out with Rory while he slowly began to stretch the gorgeous redheads pink asshole. Rory’s veins—so visible in his milky white skin—continued to glow. Rory thought he could hear whispers, “Open your hole for me, worship my darkness, give yourselves to these, my servants, let them destroy you— and my brother-god Dionysus will raise you up into pleasure so sweet.” And so Rory, a boy already familiar with and proud of his wantoness, felt every bit of the shame he didn’t even know he still carried wash away and he opened his legs wide. “Use my hole, muscle gods, servants of dark and light, destroy me.” And destroy that hole the three men did, together. Rory begging first one twin, then the other, to open his hole, begging for deeper and wider, until they could easily fist him elbow deep. These sexual shenanigans went on for several hours. Rory never tired, although the men did give him vial after vial of the blue liquid. The began alternating fists and toys, punching him, driving the toys deep, as the boys hunger increased ten fold. Finally, by the time Rory was practically blue—ever capillary and vein glowing blue—a dark bell rang out six times. “The Dark Lord demands pain,” they chanted together, “Come little one, and let us torture you.” The inserted a big heavy stone dildo in the boy—Rory felt the weight of it stretching his insides in ways he never been stretched—it made his boypussy ache. They affixed him to the wall facing outwards first, trying his legs and around the waist so the big stone cock couldn’t come out. When he bagged them to give him something smaller, they laughed and punched his guts causing them to cramp around the giant hard stone. But they slammed him again, and the stretching started to feel good again. The weighted is balls until he was begging them to stop, then put more weights on until he screamed. They put a leather hood over his head to protect his face, and used a long slim whip to mark his gorgeous body from feet to shoulders. Karl them spent about half an hour, whipping the boys cock until its was covered in welts. They let him hang there on the wall his head slack, sobbing loudly inside the hood. But when they pulled the hood off and kissed him and told him to ask for more pain. Rory squared his shoulders and with his head high said “More pain, sir, please, punish me more.” Felix and Karl removed the rope around his stomach and the other around his middle. “Hunch you ass out and push out that toy,” Felix ordered. Rory—high and on the endorphin rush from the whipping—was too confused to comply. So each twin scrunched him forward so his ass was paralell to the floor. Rory pushed and the enormous dildo came clattering out on to the floor. Rory’s hole was trashed, so they left him there and started double fisting him for a while as Rory squealed in piggy delight. Finally Karl knelt and embedded his arm elbow deep in the boy. Felix removed the bonds first from his feet and then from his arms. Karl expertly arose—the muscles on his ass and huge thighs bulging—folding Rory forward. “Put your arms around my neck, boy,” he ordered as his spun Rory around still elbow deep in the little pig his back and Rory’s front now facing the wall. Rory squealed and did his best to ride the big arm up and down. Karl came up in front and Felix felt the heat of his sweaty twin’s body. Karl leaned forward, pushing himself together with his twin using his free hand to stroke their huge slick cocks together. “Let’s give this pussy a stretch it will never forget brother,”Karl said with an evil grin. “Boy, look here,” Felix commanded, Rory opened his eyes and looked, all the while rocking on the big elbow. “Wanna get stretched, pig pussy?” Karl asked. Rory smiled, deep in the Dark Lord’s grasp, and replied, “Please sir, more sir, more.” Felix took a point filled with a small amount of Tina and filled the vial with half blood from his arm, then half from his brothers free arm. Karl knelt slightly to give Felix access, and Felix deftly grabbed Rory’s head, turned it to the side in an iron grip, found a vein and slammed the boy into outer space. Karl stood back up, and balanced himself agains the wall. Inside of Rory he balled up a square fist just as Felix fist began its journey up the hot, velvet colon. Rory was flying hard, and just moaned as Felix ever so slightly began to pull his entire arm back, stretching the boys colon wide. Suddenly Rory was alert, and his head shot up and he shouted, “Oh fuck, daddy, oh fuck.” Felix grinned and handed the boy some poppers. “You are going to need these,” he said, “Because we are just getting started.” Ever so slowly they pulled and stretched Rory’s hole apart. Rory moaned, shouted and even screamed once, but he never asked them to stop, and kept huffing on the poppers. They worked slowly but derminedly, changing positions and stretching the pink boy pussy. When they got to the point were there was probably 1/2 inch of free space between their arms, Rory started screaming as he experienced wave after wave of anal orgasms, his little cock dribbling come and piss in a constant stream. When he settled down, Felix removed his fist and Rory held out his arms and Felix affixed his arms to the wall. Karl knelt so Felix could bind him to the wall. Karl took his elbow out, relectutantly—the kids pussy was heaven—and they slid a huge long, slinky-like plug with a big ball at the end to hold it in. And the beating began. It was clear that Rory loved to take a flogging, and they did his back and ass first, and Rory roared and wiggled and edge them on. They then strapped him with a wide prison strap and the tawse, the leather snapping against the boys muscle ass loudly. Rory grunted and cried out, but he kept his ass out and ready for more. They kept going, faster and faster, until Rory lost control and started shaking and crying out. He convulsed on a particular hard hit, and the huge dildo dropped out, his asslips wide like a cunt. At that exact moment, the Great Gong sounded. Karl and Felix put down their straps and pulled the frame the boy was attached to from the wall. As they did so, ancient silver chains dropped down all around the boy, making Rory look like he was trapped in a spider’s web. They pushed the rolling frame out into the hall. Rory, coming down from his rush, looked up and saw two rows of attendents—small twinks in white linen tunics with gold crowns on their heads each standing next to a naked muscle man, back cross crossed with the scraps of whip marks, their cocks caged, and their faces masked in leather hoods with only their eyes visible. These attendents picked up the long thick cords preparing to roll him and the frame down the hall. Behind him he heard one of the twins shout, “The Dark Lord demands pain.” On the word pain the bullwhip struck Rory’s back with a sear and he screamed. They rolled slowly down the hall and another bell rang. The entourage stopped, and the twin on the other side of him shouted, “Offer the Dark Lord this pain as a sacrifice.” On the word sacrifice the bullwhip lashed his back and Rory screamed. The procession went slowly like this, stopping and saying ritual words, each stop equally a searing whip on one side of Rory’s back. By the time they got to the center of the huge hall—Rory would only realize later that the hall he had come down was one of 6 that converged in a round throne space for the Great Stag—Rory’s head was hanging and he was holding on by a thread. His back was covered in vicious welts and there was a bit of blood dripping. The attendants stopped, bowed low the Grrat stag and then turned and detached the big ropes. The twins—their bodies dripping with sweat from the effort of wielding the whips, handed them to attendents, who took them reverently. They stood in front of Rory and tenderly kissed him. “You look like a fresh cut side of premium beef,” Felix grinned, “But you did good.” Karl held a huge vial of the blue liquid, and made Rory slowly drink it. It immediately healed his sore throat and made him glow, but his flesh remained marked and bleeding. Felix held Rory’s head upright and snapped a thick, immobilizing silver collar around the boys neck. The twins then slowly turned Rory, shouting “Brothers, behold the sacrifice of pain, behold the offering!” Rory was more awake now—the blue liquid had alleviated some of his pain—and he saw the huge temple was full of thousands of men of all shapes and sizes. He saw hundreds of men with animal tattoos like Conrad and Dimitri, and thousands more from tiny Asian twinks to massive African muscle gods, all dressed in white togas and gold laurel crowns, their bodies dripping with sweat, the big men’s cocks covered in ass juice, the bottoms, their garments half torn off, with piss, cum and sweat dripping down their legs, shoulders and backs and asses vivid red with the signs of a beating. Each of the top men had some instrument of torture in his hand, often a whip, or a strap, and the bottoms were now smiling but most of their faces were wet from tears. This was clearly a massive BDSM orgy, and the smell of Tina smoke, opium, marijuana, poppers, and mansex was everywhere. Suddenly fully within himself, Rory grinned and shouted, “Fucking hot party, fuck me daddy, hurt me daddy, use me, fist me hard.” The entire assembly pealed with laughter before growing silent. The twins turned Rory around and he got his first look at the Great Stag. He was standing in the center of small v of three chairs. Dimitri and Conrad were on each side of him, their fists and cocks buried in gorgeous Scandinavian twins, with other twinks and tall lean Latin boys around them. Their faces were a mask of ecstacy, but their eyes were unblinking and open, their eyes milky with a blue glow. Karl whisphered, “They are in a sacred trance.” The he and his brother stepped forward and bowed before the Great Stag. “We offer this sacrifice of pain for you to anoint with the Horn of Plenty, my lord,” the twins said in loud, ceremonial unison, “We pray he is acceptable.” The Great Stag smiled, and Rory got his first real look at him. He was an extremely tall, thin but muscular pitch-black African, with the face and hauteur of an ancient prince. The thing between his legs was so big it was fucking scary. Wider than any dildo Rory had ever seen, it was long and thick and curved upward. So big, it required attendents to hold it up. At the end of the thing was a giant hot muscle man, suckling and drinking in ecstacy from the constant stream of blue fluid, piss, and precum the monstrosity produced. The Great Stag looked Rory directly in the eye, his tiger brown eyes alight in Rory’s blues, he nodded and Rory heard a voice in his head. “You’re scared, you should be.” Rory blinked in Surprise, “Yes, little slave, I, the Great Stag, master of the order, am speaking in your pretty head,” the man said. His voice was lightly accented, exotic, ancient and beguiling. Rory had no idea what animal was hiding behind the Great Stag tattoo, but he was pretty sure it was some sexy fucking snake. The Stag smiled and whispered in his mind, “Good guess piggy, I am Lord Cobra as well as the Great Stag. “ Rory grinned, “When I fuck you I will first destroy you, you will be obliterated. Don’t fight it, let yourself go, give yourself over the to the pain and the pleasure. But when I come, you will be made whole. New and changed, with miraculous sexual abilities that will make you more desirable than you already are, you hot little muscle pussy.” The Great Stag opened his mouth and great roar came out, “Do you want my great cock to destroy you boy?” Rory grinned loud and said, “Fuck yes, Lord Stag, take my boypussy and destroy me.”

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Dimitri Shows Timmy the Point Dimitri awoke first, after just under six hours of sleep. His mind was racing. Human Dimitri was ready to give the boy another Ambien and another six hours of sleep while his Daddy’s huge cock stretched the twinks outer and inner rings wide all night. Then they could start to come down, put on the sheer, tailor-made cashmere pajamas Dimitri had made before the boy even moved in, and show the boys the joys of being the kept boy of an incredibly wealthy and powerful man. But the Dragon wasn’t having it. The Dragon wanted to continue to break the boy, give him hours of pain, mixed with some pleasure, and then, when the boy had given beyond all he had and taken more than he could, slam him for the first time and make the connection between pain and pleasure forever binding. Dimitri knew the Dragon was right—most of his brothers had given their bound boys their first slam within the first 48 hours—Dimitri had gone several days. And so he waited, ready to pounce. After a little over six hours the Ambien wore off and Timmy awoke. The huge cock, still lodged in his sore hole, throbbed and ached. Dimitri had been waiting for the moment the boy awoke. Keeping his cock firmly in place, he turned the boy onto his stomach, and used his massive arms and legs to pin Timmy’s perfect body out flat. Dimitri pulled his thirteen-inch thick gut wrecker nearly all the way out, and began to slam fuck the defenseless twink, emitting little spurts of his still potent piss into the used hole every time he pierced that quivering, red-hot sore quim to the root. For the first several minutes Timmy begged and pleaded for him to stop, but then as the new gifted piss chems mixed with the old, he began to push back with his ass, welcoming the pain of the huge tool gutting him. It still hurt like hell, but the drugs made him want, yet again, for his hole to be destroyed. Dimitri fucked wordlessly, lost in the increíble feeling of the sensitive velvet hole of his perfect boy. Every time he wold be about to come,he would slow down, gently probing the boys sweet cunt, delighting in the moans and sighs of pain and pleasure Timmy made. Finally, he could hold it in no longer, and he started punching the boys hole with his giant member until he exploded again. Timmy lay panting beaneath him, Dimitri’s cock still hard, so large it held both his inner and outer ring wide open. After they had caught their breath, Timmy said, “Please sir, I need to take a piss.” Dimitri smiled, and picked the boy up, cock still lodged tight. He gently fucked him as he walked him into his big bathroom. Hanging from the shower was an already-full enema bag of chempiss he and Conrad had collected at various points during the weekend from the brotherhood. He grabbed a funnel and stood the boy with his arms at angle, leaning against the marble tile, and placed the funnel under the boys cock. “Add your chempiss to the mix, boy,” he commanded. Timmy sighed with relief as the pressure from his bladder was relieved and Dimitri gently fucked the piss out of him. Then Dimitri picked him up, removed his cock from the boy hole for the first time in hours and flipped the boy onto his hands and knees. “Chest down, arms behind you,” Dimitri ordered before cuffing the twink’s hands tightly behind him. He then lubed the enema tube and began to slide it in. He got it in deep—Timmy was shaking at the invasion—then lubed up his rock hard tool and slide it home into the boy. He then began to piss as he released the enema bag. Soon Timmy was feeling uncomfortably full, but just as that happened the huge mix of chems began to open him up, and soon he’d taken it all. Satisfied that the bag was empty, Dimitri withdrew the hose and using his hard cock again as a buttplug, he took the boy into the bedroom. Instead of the big bed, he took the boy around to the other side of the huge space, where he had asked a servant to bring in a low bed with rubber sheets. Arrayed around it were a bunch of dildos, depth trainers, anal beads, cruel hard depth probes and whips and paddles. Timmy trembled—his hole was still sore—and he said “Please, master, my hole is so….” Dimitri, eyes flaming red with the dragon, grabbed the boy around the throat and started squeezing. Just before Timmy passed out, he stopped. When the twink was fully breathing again, Dimitri whispered, “I am your lord and master. I hold all power over you and I say when your hole gets used and when it doesn’t.” Then he grinned and bit the boys ear and whispered, “Besides, in a little while I will give your your first slam. And when I do that you will be begging for it just like you’ve begged for it the last several nights. Sluts like you always do.” Timmy actually started begging just a few minutes after the pair lay down. Dimitri said nothing, letting the hunger build in the boy. Timmy was trapped in the fetal position in the big arms as he’d been all night—so all he could do was squeeze and stroke the huge cock plugging his hole. After about thirty minutes Timmy began to sweat bullets. And Dimitri knew it was time. He grabbed a plug slightly thicker than his cock,pulled out, and shoved it in. Timmy cried out, then said “Oh please master, use me.” Dimitri grinned, they were getting where they needed to be. He affixed a red rubber collar around the boys neck, and cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He slid around and lay back on the pillow with his arms wide. He pointed as his thirteen-inch monster and ordered “Suck slave, and use all that you’ve learned. You better give your best effort or the punishment will be swift.” About 45 minutes later Dimitri was enjoying the enthuastic efforts of a twink with a taste for big cock. But it was time. He could slam the boy now, but he wanted instead to torture his hole, even for just a little while. He commanded Timmy to turn around, and he grabbed the boys legs and set his hole up on his lap. He let the boy keep his poppers, and commanded that he do a hit right before he ripped the plug out. He couldn’t resist and plunged three fingers in, feeling the soft velvet hole that literally ached with Timmy’s dark desire. He reached over the grabbed one of the drug boxes scattered around and gave the boy a small booty bump. Then he grabbed a slender, soft toy with small ridges and lubed it up. He slide it in until the first ridge was inside the boy—there was almost no resistance. “There are many ways a master can dominate a boys hole, little whore,” he said quietly. “The first two ways are when the boy is flying and open and welcomes fists and toys deep and wide.” “The third way,” he said, gently pushing the little ridge into the boys second ring, “Is when a master tortures a boys sore asshole deep, gently and slowly teaching a boy about obedience, pleasure, and pain.” On the word pain he pushed a second ridge through the second ring stuffing the two rings into that space and putting pressure on the boys third hole. Timmy groaned and tried to take a hit of poppers but Dimitri grabbed them and removed them. “This is about you learning to relish suffering, slave”. As he said that, he pushed that first ring through the boys third hole. Timmy cried out and quaked, but within a minute he was pushing back, his body asking for more. So for a little over an hour, Dimitri slowly pushed longer and wider dildos with balls, ridges and teardrops in and out of Timmy’s rings. Each time going a little deeper and reopening new, tighter, sore spaces. This was delicate work, and Dimitri worked very, very slowly. For Timmy the experience was intense. The first two toys were nearly all agony, but it was the third toy Dimitri used that broke him the first time. Dimitri had gone down in width to a toy in between the sizes of the previous two (which is should be noted were quite small depth trainers) but this toy was rigid. Instead of flexing to accommodate the boys tender rings, it demanded that they line up, obediently, giving Dimitri total control of the boys ass. Now it should be noted that Timmy had taken much bigger and wider cocks—both natural and supernatural—and hands and fists over the last several days. But during those days Timmy’s ass has been kept piping hot and open through Tina, the ecstasy, and even some muscle relaxants. But now his hole was sore because it had been allowed to partially heal during his six hours of sleep with Dimitri’s hard cock inside. And if Dimitri really wanted to use him, he could just slam him and then the hole would reopen—not as wide and deep as before—but enough for them both to have a really good time. But Dimitri didn’t want the beautiful little twink to have a good time. He wanted to make him a pain pig who was innately wired to be stretched, who constantly begged for the destruction of his hole. And he’d learned that one of the best ways to do that was to make the future pig suffer, while feeding their hole just enough Tina to keep the hunger in place, and then after they were begging for abuse, to keep slowly and carefully hurting them into they couldn’t take anymore. And then give them a slightly-too-big slam. That connection of the nearly ultimate high with pain felt deep inside their hole was what made a normal man into a very special kind of pain pig. And so he gently pushed the little rigid toy into Timmy’s hole. The toy was smooth, and increased very gradually in size from about 3 inch in circumference to about 5.5 inches. It was about 20 inches in length, but Dimitri knew the boy wouldn’t get much past half of it yet. And he was fine with that—he could do this for hours and hours if he wanted to. He’d given Timmy the poppers to use at will, but Timmy had already learned to only use them if he was really suffering because his master wold take them away if he overused them. Timmy had no trouble with the first and second ring, as they had been in alignment even as he slept. At the third ring he gave a small moam—Dimitri had got it in a straight line with the nearly 30 minutes of slow play with the other two soft toys, but the next trouble spot caused him to cry out. “Do some poppers,” Dimitri ordered. Timmy did, and the minute the hole relaxed, Dimitri pushed about a 1/2 an inch, Timmy groaned, but the hole stayed loose, so Dimitri gently kept slowly pushing. He felt resistance and instead of stopping, he very gently fucked the spot, slightly changing directions, trying to see if it was a new ring of muscle or just the path swollen shut. And although he fucked with the slightest, most delicate strokes, to Timmy it was agony. The thin hard head of the thing felt like it was activating every pain sensor in his hole and he was giving little screams. Timmy tried to move forward, to get his ass away from Dimitri, but Dimitri grabbed his thin waist and increased the strokes to 1/2 inch lengths. “Take the pain boy, open up,” Dimitri said, his cock hard as a rock under the boys stomach and drooling precum. “If I have to restrain you, you won’t have poppers,” he said coldly, “Do a hit now.” Timmy hung his head, knowing that deep down he really wanted this, and took a big hit. The spot opened and the tool went forward, Dimitri keeping subtle pressure on it, it went another entire 3/4 inch before it hit another hard place and Dimitri stopped. The boy groaned, “Fuck daddy, fuck.” Dimitri smiled and started light fucking the spot, this time subtly shifting the direction of the toy, seeking entrance, Timmy giving little cries each time. “Take a four big hits of poppers,” Dimitri commanded, “then gently push out like we taught you before.” Timmy obediently replied, and when he Dimitri felt the boy push back Dimitri pushed, a bit harder, and the toy went in another full inch. Dimitri stopped pushing and just kept his thumb on the toy, keeping a constant pressure. Because the boy was still flying from the poppers, the pressure slowly inched the toy in. Dimitri kept the pressure up, slow and steady—this had taken decades of practice to perfect—and the toy sunk deeper, about 3/4 of inch. Dimitri kept the pressure steady but the toy stayed put. Dimitri smiled, this one was going to hurt. As he began to come down Timmy could really feel the hard stick in his ass. He groaned, and then his ass spasmed and he shrieked. “Suck on that with your asshole boy, control you hole,” Dimitri said, “If you clamp down it’s going to hurt worse.” As he did as he was told, the thing went slowly deeper. Timmy groaned and he felt his body freeze, pain deep in his gut, but he knew he had to try to keep suckling or it would be bad. They reached a spot, though were the pain was too searing and intense and the toy stopped. Timmy moaned, just the very faint pressure Dimitri was using ached. Timmy could tell Dimitri liked this—the man’s huge cock throbbed underneath his stomach, making his abs wet with precum. Dimitri kept him like that, for just a few seconds. Then he said, “Push back boy, hard.” When Timmy did he felt the toy enter whatever deep and painful ring or place this was and keep going. Dimitri pushed harder and the toy slide forward, a second later Dimitri used his friend hand to delivery a huge, painful spank it the twinks ass and the toy jerked forward. Timmy screamed loudly. Dimitri immediately stopped, watching as Timmy writhed and jerked beneath, his colon painfully cramping around the toy, adjusting and straightening. Dimitri just let it happen, and as it subsided, he said flatly “You will learn to control your hole. Make your hole massage that thin rod.” Timmy struggled to comply, his body shaking. Dimitri smiled, his eyes tinted red with the Dragons cruelty, so close to breaking he could taste it. It was time. He kept a slight pressure leaned forward and put the toy against the space below his pecs. Reaching around with both long arms he grabbed the boys wrists and the same time and in a swift motion, locked each each wrist to each ankle. Then, he affixed the ankle cuffs to a rope tied to the rubber bed on each side and tightened Timmy into complete bondage. Next Dimitri took his each of his big hands and licked his two longest fingers all around making them quite wet. Then he licked the space between them and then about inch below that on the front and back of his hand. He then lay his each hand down into a wide tray in a drugs box on each side of the boy and coated all the wet areas of both with Tina crushed into an ultra fine powder. Leaning slightly forward, he began to apply a constant pressure to the tool, pushing harder against the soft tender sore spot with his massive chest. He lined a Tina-coated hand in the small bird shape on either side of the thin roof. “Push out slut” he ordered. As Timmy did, Timmy drove both his his hands into the boy around the toy heading quickly for the second hole. He drove his two fingers and most of both palms in hard though the second hole, and then he began to quickly move his palms and hands around to deposit the Tina in as many spots as he could. Timmy went immediately rigid and despite being bound, the sudden painful push made him levitate, as the two fists brutally entered him he screamed, then began screaming as second hole began flaming with the fire of Tina. When Dimitri was satisfied most of the Tina was distributed, he pushed his hands forward until both wrists were resting inside the boys second hole. Then he waited, relishing the boys distress, surprise, and fear. He kept a constant pressure from his chest on the toy, which was now about 2/3 of the way in. It took the boy several minutes to settle down, for the Tina to start working its magic. And then with little screams of agony, the boys deepest hole opened in a spasm the he took another inch. He pressed harder with his powerful chest, and Timmy groaned. And then over and over until the toy was buried all the way, Timmy’s spasmed, devouring the toy like the hungry pussy he was becoming. Each time Timmy screamed with agony, then paused, and Dimitri felt the moment the drugs addled his brain and his mind subciously opened his hole and another inch went in. Dimitri was perfectly still, waiting to see if the boy would break. Timmy struggled at the simultaneous sudden deep pain and the massive stretch in his much looser outer hole. He struggled to understand what Dimitri had done. He realized he was utterly helpless, bound tightly and all he could do was try to accommodate what the man demanded. He decided the deep penetration was the part that hurt the most. He’d been stretched so much in his outer two holes that they were more forgiving. He struggled to calm down, to control his hole. He tried to suckle on the deep pain, to welcome it. Suddenly as the need for hard use, that dark magic of the Tina rush, reached his deepest colon. Timmy relaxed his tense shoulders and loosened his abdomen, settling his abs back down on the huge, dripping cock of his Lord and Master. “Hurt me, my lord, hurt me!” Timmy shrieked, “Hurt me! Please, I beg you, use me!” Dimitri let him beg, feeling the gorgeous little Twink’s need grow. The boys hair was plastered to his head and sweat dripped off of him because of his suffering. He didn’t move a muscle because despite his begging, the boy wasn’t ready for more. He was broken, yes—Dimitri’s cock throbbed—and even if Dimitri did nothing else to him tonight, was locked into craving this kind of use, of needing it. But his body hadn’t caught up with the surrender of his soul. So Dimitri waited, and waited, a full five minutes. Then convinced the need was real and the hole was as calm as it could possibly get given what he’d just done to it. “I own you boy,” Dimitri said, gently sliding his smaller left hand back out of the boys second ring. The boy sighed as the intense pressure in his inner hole was relived a bit. “I am your only source of. pleasure”, Dimitri said flatly, his hand gently massaging the walls of boy’s outer hole. “And I am also a source of pain.” As he said the word pain, Arthur used his thumb to reach down in the boys open rectum and gently push the long toy deeper and deeper. Timmy groaned, “Hurt me, master,” and Dimitri pushed the toy firmly. Timmy’s deepest cunt was open and welcoming for the first three inches, but the last four were much harder. Dimitri slowed down but he did not stop. The boy was beyond receiving any such consideration and Dimitri pushed until its base was lodged right at the begginig of the boys second hole. Timmy was again rigid, struggling, but he did not scream or cry out. He worked hard to open himself, to accept this new defilement, to take on this new world of pain. Dimitri smiled and began gently fucking the boy, making minute adjustments, fucking the deep spot in multiple directions, stretching the hole. Timmy struggled, but the Tina was making him crave the pain of this new, cruel stretch. Dimitri paused for about 30 seconds, then he made his smaller hand into a small, partial fist, and grabbing hold of the toy he began to pull out of the boys outer hole, gently and slowly stretching the hole. Timmy moaned, and arched his back, as Dimitri slowly stretched his rectum wide. Almost as soon as he was out of the boy with the smaller hand he reminded him of his power with his bigger hand still buried in the boys second hole. He began to gently push, trying to gain deeper purchase. He didn’t want to get far, just remind Timmy of all the ways he owned his hole. He reached a deeper place that still mostly swollen, aiming his longest finger in the center of the hole he pushed forward gently. Timmy froze in pain, already panting. “I am your Lord,” Dimitri said quietly, keeping a slight, but constant pressure with his entire folded hand on the sore spot. As Timmy’s hole gave way just slightly, Timmy started shaking. Dimitri kept this up until his hand was in the velvet, red hot flesh to Dimitri’s huge knuckles. Timmy was shaking and rigid at the same time, mouth open at the violation. Dimitri held it there and the minute the boy began to calm, he pushed very slightly harder until his knuckles were enveloped in hot flesh. And then he began to gently fuck, slowing increasing his movements until his hand was withdrawing and entering the sore spot like it was a ring of muscle. For Timmy it felt like a burning tree trunk was fucking him, but as time went on, he began to crave it. When the boy began to clearly participate, pushing back, Dimitri went in slowly deeper, making Timmy buck and neigh like a horse bit by a snake. Dimitri smiled darkly, and began to slowly move his hand around. Timmy went rigid, and began struggling. Dimitri kept him at this point of discomfort for a few minutes then he straightened his direction and pushed, ever so gently, until Timmy was quaking in pain. Satisfied the boy was at the edge of losing it, he gently gave a small flex of his hand and keeping his fist ever so largely enlarged he moved just a milimeter forward and stopped. The boy was in agony at first, the cruel fist felt like fire, but, as Dimitri waited, testing the boys brokenness. And sure enough Timmy began to crave it. Dimitri smiled darkly and made his folded bird fist just a little harder and took some more swollen hole. Now Timmy lost it, and despite his bounds, tried to get away yelping and begging. But he could go no where, his ankles and wrist firmly fastened together, his hole exposed for whatever cruelties his Master inflicted. Dimitri knew this was enough and, leaving his fist enlarged he gently began to pull back, occasionally pausing to gently fist fuck the boyhole forearm deep. Timmy immediately switched gears from whining in pain to being wild with pleasure, wanting the fist fuck to never end. Dimitri gave him just enough to leave his hole hungry until he got to the boys outer hole. Then he slowly made a big fist, turned it square, and every so slowly gave the little cunt’s rectum a huge wide painful stretch. Timmy lay panting, and sweat trickled off of him from the enormous effort his body had just been through. Dimitri grabbed a small rock, put on his palm, balled his fist up, and went in. He leaned forward, and with his free hand, roughly turned the boys head for some rough kissing. “What are you boy?” Dimitri demanded. “I am your slave, my lord,” Timmy said eyes wide and serious, “I am nothing but a hole, a cunt, a pussy for you to destroy.” “Damn right you are,” Dimitri said, he then made his fist smaller and pushed until Timmy was rigid and panting, and Dimitri was about six inches from his giant elbow, and he released the rock into the boypussy and slowly slid out. He smiled, eyes glowing red from the dragon. It was time to break the boy a second time. He restrained the boy further, strapping one arm out straight but immovable and strapping his thighs and legs until he was immobilized. He strapped Timmy’s head to one size, making a vein in his neck available should he decide to point him there. He slipped a small poppers mask around the boys face and gave him the little push button to squeeze. He was giving the boy few choices. Timmy’s role was to be a hole. Dimitri lined up a very long, semirigid toy. It was a stack of four teardrop shaped plugs, each one growing larger, the final one a real cunt wrecker for the boy’s stretched out first hole. He choose a medium size one, too large for the boy to take comfortably. Timmy would have to work. Sliding the first plug in was easy, but going in the second hole was slower. The head of the first teardrop went through the second hole smoothly, but Timmy moaned as the business end stretched him. Dimitri smiled, this was going to be fun. He gave the boy a second and then pushed, the first head sliding through the long length of the sigmoid colon as the second plug entered the space and the third, much larger plug stretched Timmy’s rectum. He worked slowly but deliberately, and saw the boy wisely using the poppers to help. The boy cried out as the big end of the teardrop entered his second hole. Dimitri slowed down, ostensibly for kindness but really so the boy would feel the stretch. When he got the third ring to its widest point in the boys outer hole he stopped, knowing that meant he was stopping the stretch of the other parts of the boy at the most difficult point. Timmy was panting, saying softly “Oh, oh, oh.” Dimitri pulled the toy back. “Breathe out completely, slave,” Dimitri ordered, “Then full your lungs full of poppers. Do it twice”. Timmy complied and this time he slowly pushed the toy so that all three plugs were inside. Timmy was silent and rigid, then he remembered himself and started to try to slow his breathing, groaning as his hole spasmed around the deep fullness. After giving g the boy about thirty seconds, Dimitri ordered him to do another two full hits of poppers. And as he breathed out the second hit, Dimitri slowly pulled the toy out. Dimitri did this routine over and over again, never going deeper than the third plug. As the boys hole loosened, he’d push the toy in to the third plug, then pull it back to its widest point and hold it. Each time he did this wide stretch, he’d increase the time he made the boy’s hole hold the big stretch. Then, as the hole loosened more, he started gently and slowly fucking the boy with the toy—starting with a gentle rocking and working up to brining the thing out about midway. Finally, satisfied the boy was loosening up, he lodged the big toy in and ordered the boy to do four complete hits of poppers, breathing out all the way and then inhaling the strong chemicals until his lungs were full. When the boy did the fourth big hit, Dimitri began to gently push. He worked very slowly, allowing the boys cunt to open. He kept the pressure on, but did not force it. This was a massive toy going quite deep. It would be causing enough sensations at the line of pleasure/pain on its own. When the toy got to right before the widest point, he paused. “Do another four big hits of poppers, little whore,” Dimitri ordered, “Then very gently push out.” Dimitri pushed the toy gently as he felt the boy obey his order, and the toy slid into its widest point. He would have slid right in, but Timmy’s destiny was to suffer, and so he paused. Timmy struggled, panting as the very wide parts of the toy stretch him from deep inside to his rectum. Then Dmitri gently pushed all four plugs home. Timmy groaned deeply, panting heavily, but Dimitri was proud to see he didn’t tense up. “Fuck,” Timmy breathed, “Oh fuck that’s deep, hurts daddy, hurts so good.” Dimitri smiled. It was time. He grabbed a .3 point and tied the boys arm off. Working quickly he swabbed, then inserted the point into his own vein: Timmy was getting infected with his strain no matter what. Then he inserted the needle in the twinks beautifully defined arm, registered and slowly depressed the needle. As soon as the drugs were in the boys veins he deftly removed the needle and the arm tie, and let the boy cough and fly. Timmy was chanting the mantra of all bottoms who were pointed for the first time, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Dimitri grinned, and returned to the boys hole. He grabbed the big toy and as he gently began to push, he said, “Yep, I am going to fuck you good.” He gently pushed the toy until he had about an inch of the handle buried inside the boy. Then he gently pulled the toy out and started again, doing this over and over and each time burying just a little more of the handle up the boys chute. Timmy for his part was lost. His hole was like a dark void, he’d never felt such hunger. Strange and terrible energies surged inside him, and every fuck of the huge toy felt like agony and bliss. When his hole was empty for those few seconds, as Dimitri let the twinks rose close before fucking him again, though, now that yawning emptiness was nothing but pure agony. “Fuck me,” Timmy panted, “Fuck me.” Dimitri smiled, and went up a size. Dimitri went slow, but even as high as he was, Timmy could definitely fill it. Dimitri was relentless and he pushed the big toy home. Timmy was panting and groaning around the monster. Dimitri paused for a second and then pushed in another inch. Timmy went rigid in shock, Dimitri paused again, and then slowly pushed as the boy’s hole opened despite everything and the handle of the toy was buried another inch. Timmy cried out, surprised at the fuck. Dimitri gave him a minute and slowly pulled out. He then went back down a size, pushing the toy in harder, once it was in he began rocking the toy until the hole loosed enough that he could gently fuck him. He removed the smaller toy and then pushed the larger toy in, burying about half the handle in before stopping. Timmy’s hole was so needy, he didn’t go rigid, although he did shout out. Dimitri then pulled the toy out and began to alternate between the two until the hole was loose enough he could gently fuck him with the bigger toy. He did this for a long time—probably an hour, before he went up another size, very slowly filling and stretching the boy with a even more giant tool. As the toy entered him, he reached down and hit the release valve on the poppers tube, meaning the boy was inhaling poppers with every breather. When the hole finally took the massive final plug, the boy was filled deep with a tool the size of the third ring of the second toy. His second ring has been stretched with a third plug the size of the fourth ring, and a massive fourth one was lodged inside his rectum. It was the largest toy Timmy had ever taken, and Dimitri had made him take it before he was ready. As Dimitri knew he would, Timmy had taken the toy smoothly. But it was a huge, shocking stretch. Timmy was breathing and panting hard. Dimitri smiled and loosened the kids bonds, leaving his hands and ankles strapped down. and brought the boy’s swearing face up and started fucking the kids throat deep. After he’d cum down the boys throat, choking the willing, tweaked slave with rope after rope of cum, he pulled a paddle out. He gave the boy ten hard spanks on each cheek to make him tense up and release and around d the huge toy. Then he unstrapped him, and tongue half-way down the beautiful dark haired twinks throat, he him in the sling. He gave him a fresh bottle of poppers and replaced the poppers mask around his nose, giving the kid free use of the poppers. Dimitri used the gorgeous little cunt for hours and hours. The big slam continued its dark work and the boy took everything his Master demanded. Dimitri had given himself a small point so he could keep up with the needy twink pussy. He never went up in size beyond what he’d used—he had at least a century and probably more with the boy, so he was in no hurry. But he constantly changed the shape, rigidity, and intensity of the hole play. He’d spend half an hour with one toy, then punch the boy with his squared fist, then feed him a big chain of balls, ripping it out always a little too fast. He’d fuck him, sometimes with his fist inside. Throughout the Dark Lord remained in charge of the boys hole and Timmy would beg for more. Finally, the energy of the slam began to wane. As it did Timmy began to come down, to come into himself. As he did, Dimitri noticed a change in him, a change he’d breen banking on. Timmy looked at him with a gaze of utter devotion and reliance. His angelic face needy, he begged his master to slam him again, to let him experience that again. But Dimitri denied this, telling the boy he would have many slams over several lifetimes, but now he should be content and let his Master have his hole. And so Dimitri used the boy until the hole began to get sore again, fisting the boys deepest depths in their fiery heat. Timmy remained horny and still high, but he began to see the wisdom of his master’s decision to wind things down. So, finally Dimitri picked the boy up and gave the boy’s hole a cleansing enema. He then carried him into the bedroom and gave him a final fuck, reluctantly pulling his big cock out afterwards. After Timmy cleaned the huge tool with his mouth, the boy swallowed two Ambien with a mouthful of Dimitri’s piss. And they slept.

When I was younger, this is exactly the approach my Master used. Tina was a tool he used to get what he wanted. And I always wanted it too.

The Temple of Pain and Pleasure The Sunday after hearing from the Crone, Dimitri and Conrad, with their new boy Rory in tow, appeared at the door of the Böse Buben club house in a deserted corner of old East Berlin. The street was quiet, and the building appeared residential and slightly run down. Dimitri knocked and a powerfully built leatherman opened the door, a fraction, and then he opened it wide and wrapped the three of them in an embrace. “Welcome Brother Dimitri and Brother Conrad, we’ve been waiting to meet you for a while” he exclaimed through a thick German accent. Then he bent down and gave Rory a deep kiss, cupping his perfect little ass, “And you must be the little pig Rory I’ve heard so much about,” he stated, “Save me and my brother a fuck between that perfect ass for later, jah?” He led them into the club, which was packed, and through a door hidden behind the bar. They entered a hall with dim red lights lined on all sides with small alcoves of men engaged in every form of sex. The air was warm and sticky, and the odor of piss, Tina smoke, cum, poppers, and sweat was intoxicating. The hall continued, and Dimitri noticed that they were gently tilting down. Finally they reached a doorway guarded by another giant German. “This is my twin brother. He and I would like to show Rory a very good time while you visit with the Great Stag,” their guide said, “May we have use of your boy for a while?” Conrad smiled, “Rory is not our slave, so he will decide.” Rory grinned and stepped forward, and placing his hands on the fat bulge of the German hulk guarding the door, he began making out with him. Dimitri grinned, “I somehow already knew the answer to that question.” Their guide led them forward and they left Rory making out with the doorman. In his last glimpse of them, Dimitri sawthe German already had Rory’s pants off and was busy putting several shards up Rory’s perfect pink cunt. On the other side of the door was another long hall, but this one was wide. On the right were alcoves covered in white and gold fabrics, with golden torches between them. From this side came cries of ecstasy and pleasure, and they could glimpse men of all shapes and sizes fucking, fisting, and sucking with gusto. To the left, the alcoves were covered in dark leather, and in them there was sounds of men in a mixture of pain and pleasure. They saw men with hollowed out holes being piston fucked to the armpit, others strung up with rock hard cocks as their masters hung impossible weights from their balls, in one alcove, as they walked by, they caught sight of two beautiful twinks with their backs being flayed with cruel whips, and other alcoves were so dark they could not see only hear the dark sexual things happening inside After a long walk, they reached a great wooden door with two huge horns for handles. At this their guide paused, “This is the great hall of the Great Stag,” he said solemnly, “Few men in our brotherhood, and fewer mere mortals, have been inside.” He paused and said, “When you open these doors, you will be greeted by the Eudaemon, Lars and Anders, who are servants of Dionysus. Please pardon me, I am late for a party with a very hot little Scottish stud.” The giant twink practically ran down the hall to get back to his brother and Rory. Dimitri and Conrad stood and looked at each other. Then each man squared his shoulders and grabbed a handle of the enormous door pull it open. On the other side was a great hall, which went on so far in the dim torchlight that they could not clearly make out its end. They were greeted by the sight of two of the most beautiful young men they had ever seen, with white skin the color of Grecian marble, and bright blue eyes and pale blond hair. “We are Lars and Anders and we are servants of Dionysus,” the two said in unison. Conrad admired their perfectly muscled physiques and big fat cocks. The young men were perfectly hairless from the neck down, and each wore nothing but a pair of sandals and small diamond tit jewelry that pierced their perfect nipples. Their fat, veiny, blue-veined cocks also sported beautiful gleaming diamond PAs. Each of the boys approached the men, and kissed them on the lips. Conrad gasped—he heard Dimitri do the same—as his cock shot up rock hard. Kissing them was like touching sex itself, and both men were monetarily dazed with feelings of pleasure. Each boy led a stud into a large alcove of to one side. And as they continued to make out they reverently disrobed them, kissing them, admiring their beautiful chests and tatattos. They each took the men’s boots and pants off, and worshiped their muscular legs. Then with uncanny coordination they removed their tight straining jocks and deep throated Conrad and Dimitri’s huge cocks at the same time. Seconds later both men through their heads back shouting as they came, a wave of powerful ecstacy washing over them. Both men remained rock hard as the twins began giving them a increíble blow job that led to increasing waves of ecstacy. Then abruptly they stopped. The twins turned silently and opened two boxes, one with a fiery dragon and the other a silver fox enameled on top. “These belong to you, Brother Dragon and Brother Woof,” they said in unison. “You left them last time you visited in your former human bearers.” They turned and began to fit arm bands of platinum with designs worked in precious stones to the powerful biceps of each man, and then, engulfing the men’s powerful cocks in their mouths, they attached beautiful jewelled cock rings around the base of their cocks and balls. As they stood up and kissed the men, the men felt the bands subtly adjust and resize to fit their bodies perfectly. Lars and Anders led the big top men down the long hall. Much as outside, there were scenes of sex of all kinds—dark and light—happening in every alcove. But here everything was mixed together, as if they lines between pain and pleasure were unstable. As they passed one alcove, they pointed, “I think young Rory is enjoying himself.” Inside, one of the German twins was pile driving Rory’s perfect hole while Rory gorged himself on the other’s mamoth German cock—they weren’t wrong, Rory looked like he was in pig heaven. Finally, as they began to reach the end of the room they could make out the Great Stag. He was a big black man, a giant of man, and his insanely big cock was so long and thick it rested on special stool. Kneeling at the end of the stool was a huge white muscle guy, whose mouth constantly took in the steady stream of fluids that leaked form the enormous shaft. As they approached, the stag tugged on a chain in his right hand and the muscle stud moved forward, and has the Stag sighed, the muscle pig began gulping as the huge demigod emptied his bladder. The Great Stags body was increíble, huge and muscular, and he reclined in a throne-like chair with his legs splayed while a gorgeous young twink worshiped his asshole. The Stag smiled at them, his teeth flashing white in his dark face. “Welcome, brothers,” he said, gesturing widely, “Have a seat and partake of the pleasure of this Great Temple while we converse.” Lars and Anders led them over to identical chairs arranged in a kind of council circle to that of the Great Stag. As they relaxed into them, their legs splayed, out of the shadows came men who were just their types—long-limbed Latinos for Conrad and twinks for Dimitri, and as Lars and Anders began to blow them both—each of them gasping with ecstasy at the first touch of the Eudaemon’s mouths to their cocks, some of the men dived under and began worshiping Conrad and Dimitri’s assholes. Other offered them wine from goblets and fruit from their hands. And when Lars and Anders turned to open their hole and settled down to ride their cocks, other of the men lube up their fists and began riding up and down each of the man’s arms. As they settled into waves of pleasure they saw that the muscle man who been drinking from the Stags hose was riding the Great Stags huge fist while a tiny twink, no more than 18 or 19, face lost in a fog of pain and ecstasy, rode the Stags huge dildo-cock from tip to base. Soon, all three men settled back as if in a trance. The next thing Conrad and Dimitri knew, they were in that familiar forest from a year earlier. Only now they were together with the Great Stag around a fire in the dark woods. “Welcome, Brothers,” the Greats Stag said, “When we leave this place you will remember everything that’s happening to your bodies and now at the same time, takes a minute to adjust but I think you’ll enjoy both sets of memories.” The Great Stag then introduced them to the history of their Brotherhood. How as Bearers they would live for hundreds and even T housands of years. How after tonight, they would gather a Coven in their home city and that the Stag would send an older Bearer to assist them. He also spoke of some of the great mysteries of the cult, that they would eventually find lifetime Companions who would live very very very long lives, but would not be nearly as eternal as they were. He spoke about how, with intention, when they came inside a man they could make him theirs by simply willing to own that man as they impregnated him with Dark Seed. He spoke of the great love they would feel for their companions, and the agony of their inevitable death. It was also the first time that they learned of the supranatural size to which their cocks would grow during ceremonial sex, and how their cum could heal the wounds they must first inflict on the bodies of their ceremonial partners. He then invited them to rejoin their bodies in enjoyment of the pleasure of flesh. And they did. While both Conrad and Dimitri came into their bodies again at the same time, we will tell this story from Conrad’s view. Conrad came back into his human consciousness and for the first time experienced the weirdness of having two sets of memories from the same period of time. He realized he had to somehow store them as distinct, so he tried. His body, currently, was railing one of the twins, Anders—of course he knew the difference between them now, as he felt his access growing tothe Wolf’s knowledge. He leaned down and made out, whispering, “Fuck Anders, your hole is always such delicious.” Anders grinned and sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Conrad’s cock. “I am glad to see you have started to integrated the White Wolf Ulf’s knowledge,” Anders said, “Look up and see what Rory has been doing.” Conrad looked up and saw Rory was chained tightly to a pillar, his back several feet up against the stone while one of the twins held his legs and the other punched the perfect pink bubble ass all they to his huge German shoulder. Rory had been whipped brutally—he could see the unmistakable signs of a bullwhip wrapped around his torso. Both of his tits had large needles run through them and small weights dangled from the chain that ran between them. Dried blood showed other places he’d been pierced, and his body was covered in welt from canes, bite marks, and bruises from punches and slap. The minute Conrad took all of this in, Rory opened his eyes and looked straight into Conrad’s. They were black as midnight from a slam, but he shouted, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.” Then Conrad saw that his veins glowed blue as he watched the progress of the huge muscular arm of one the twins through the fat-free stomach of the boy. “Rory wanted the ritual of pain so that he could take the Horn of Plenty during the Orgy of Dionysus,” Anders said, sending another wave of pure pleasure from his hole into Conrad’s swelling cock. Then Conrad remembered, the Horn of Plenty was the name for the gigantic monster cock possessed by those who occupied the office of Great Stag. The Stags cock had been a massive piece of meat during their conversations in the woods, but still human. And the Pain and the Orgy were the twin rites of worship of the twin gods he and Dimitri were now pledged to serve. And that meant he was going to experience a massive enlargement of his cock very soon inside the tiny little scandi twunk. A few seconds later, a tall wiry Latino came over holding a silver tray with several points as well as bottles of an electric blue liquid. He bowed low saying, “Lord Ulf, would you care to partake? You will be here many hours—your sacred cock and fists haven’t been on this earth for 100 years and many men are eager for you to use their holes.” Conrad selected a smallish point for himself, a much larger one for Lars, and a very large bottle of the blue liquid (the Great Stags’s cum was a drug more potent than ecstasy). He also selected another very large bottle. “Send that to Rory,” Conrad said, his eyes glowing blue from the Wolf, “Tell him, Daddy Conrad, His Lord Wolf, commands that he drink all of it and that he must take the twins’ massive shoulders inside his pighole. Tell him armpit deep isn’t acceptable, and he must take more. Or I will give him days of pain greater than he endured on behalf of our Dark Lord.” The man bowed, and Conrad spoke quietly, “Do Lars first, then me, and if you please me with your service, I shall find you and satisfy your need for deep punishment several time before we leave Berlin. I have a special arsenal of deep painful toys you will find most enjoyable.” A light when on in the young man’s eyes and he grinned and bowed, saying, “I would be most honored to worship the Dark Lord at your hand, my lord.” A few seconds later Lars and Conrad were flying, Conrad’s fist was now wrapped around his big cock as he plunged it into and out of the gorgeous little twink. With his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he’d plunge both cock and fist in balls deep, then fan his fingers out as he pulled out. Anders was in pig heaven, his rosebud popping out every time, “Fuck, I’ve missed you Ulf, and Conrad, fuck you are one hot man.” Conrad grinned and pulled out, keeping his cock out of the boy. He proceded to punch fist Anders at top speed. Anders squealed and cried out, “Yes, Conrad, rape my godcunt. Fist me harder, Lord Ulf.” For about an hour and half, Conrad and Anders were locked into complete and utter animalistic sex. With every thrust of cock or entrance of Conrad’s fist into his hole, Anders sent waves of intense pleasure to his top. At one point Conrad looked up and saw that Rory was nearly glowing blue all over and that the twins were taking turns punching him to the armpit and then with only the slightest pause, pushing their big shoulders inside the little muscle pigs hole. Every time they did so, Rory cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but he kept begging them for more. That’s when he heard the sacred bells chime 13 times and then for the first time in this particular preppy, Northeastern hunky football body the White Wolf, Lord Ulf, truly stirred. For the first time his pentagram glowed red and his cock achieved its massive, slab-like size, stretching the little demigods cunt wide and deep. And Conrad and Dimitri were on the path to centuries of pleasure.

Timmy Rides a Bull Of all the men in the brotherhood, Pedro was the one who most liked to fuck a wrecked hole. All of the men took pleasure in opening a tight hole or using a very sore mancunt in the days after hard use, or a hole so open you could jack off inside it, but Pedro loved to fuck a big open gash while it still wanted abuse. And he’d waited to fuck Timmy because he knew his bull cock could grow to its greatest size ever inside the supernaturally-gifted twink’s loose hole. Timmy was up in the sling. His short black mop was matted with sweat and his body glistened. They’d given him lots of water and Gatorade, but the massive, slam-sized booty bumps meant he just sweated it out as he took it I’m. The gorgeous tight muscle of the boys arms and torso were popping because he’d burned off what little body fat he had over these several days of pleasing the insatiable, super-naturally strong, men of the brotherhood. As Pedro slid his ugly, dripping, massive cobra meat into the blindfolded twink, Timmy arched his back and cried out, ‘Fuck that’s a thick, wide, dildo Daddy.” Pedro grinned and pushed it home to the root as Timmy cried out. Pedro roughly made out with the boy, who responded to Pedro’s rough handling like he was made for it. Pedro took the blindfold off the little twinks face and gave him a minute for his eyes to adjust. “That’s not a dildo, whore,” Pedro whispered quietly, “That’s a giant Latino cock at its normal hard size.” Timmy blinked, suddenly aware, “Oh fuck, when I say those special words you’re going to core me out, aren’t you daddy?” Pedro grinned, “Core you out so wide, wider than any toy or even big daddy Conrad’s stone cock.” Timmy shivered and then paused. Pedro could feel the boy flex his hole around the big, difficult-shaped cock and then he could see it happen, dark, twisted desire rose from the boys core traveling along his colon and the boy pulled his legs back wide. “Do it daddy, fuck me with that big bull dick,” he cried out, eyes again dark black, “Fuck me!” So Pedro fucked. And fucked. And fucked. Jerome grew rock hard, watching the huge, dark, rugged man ravish the gorgeous pale boy. Pedro looked good fucking anyone from German muscle studs to tall African basketball stars. But Pedro preferred beautiful boys—his own Bearer’s Companion was a slender, Spanish bullfighter who had traveled to Mexico City for a corrida (a bullfight) in the late 19th century and had disappeared after being seen entering a bar known to cater to men with strange tastes—and the contrast between his big body and a slender twink turned Pedro on like no other visual sight in the world. Well, other than what he was seeing now. The sight of his huge fat cock plundering a new twink hole. Timmy was in the sling, his arms up, and Pedro’s huge hands were linked behind his head, giving him ultimate purchase as he banged the twinks ass. Jerome was standing over them, stroking his hard meat, and occasionally giving the men little hits of poppers. Timmy was lost in the fuck, pushing his colon open with every thrust, as his body bagged to be taken deeper and wider. Pedro whispered, “Say the words, bitch, say the words.” And Timmy started chanting “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed…” as he got to the second recitation, the magic kicked in. All of the lights went out completely and both Pedro and Jerome shouted as their red tattoos began to glow and burn. And then Timmy started shouting, “Fucking huge cock” as Pedro’s cock began growing like a giant rock hard inflatable. Pedro couldn’t slow down the fuck if he had wanted to, but he didn’t want to because suddenly the boys hole began to feel tight. His big bull cock kept growing and growing inside the boy, and Jerome just held the bottle of poppers open under Timmy’s nose, allowing his twink asshole to stretch and stretch. After 20 minutes, Pedro’s bull cock had nearly doubled in width and had grown several inches longer. Jerome had grabbed the pipe again: Timmy was needing all the help he could get. His ecstacy was being tempered a bit by fear: Pedro’s cock felt like he was being fucked by a tree trunk. Jerome leaned in and whispered, “The only way to get through this is to just surrender. Surrender to your innate need to be a hole, to be stretched and destroyed.” Timmy opened his eyes, barely able to comprehend anything other than the feelings possessing his body, “More Tina, daddy, please.” Jerome knew there was no way the boy could manage the pipe, so he grabbed one of the vials and put a bumper head on. He held the boys head and steady as he could and gave the boy thee bumps—the equivalent of thrre short lines—then he went to his hole and began to run a steady stream of heavily-laced lube onto Pedro’s gigantic dildo sized cock. It took just a moment, before the boy’s hips opened wide and Timmy shouted “Rape my hole with your bull cock! Dark Lord, I accept my place in your universe. I am a nothing but hole to be destroyed.” At that moment Pedro erupted, balls deep, as Timmy shouted “Burn my soul with your dark seed, fuck, my hole is burning…burns…so bad….so good.” Jerome watched in fascination, as Pedro shot wad after wad of his ancient and powerful seed into the boy. He could see the huge outline of the giant dildo-sized cock in the boys pale abs,, and then he watched in amazement as it grew again. This final spurt of growth of the massive cock stretched some previously untouched place inside Timmy’s abused boycunt and he began having a series of rolling full body-and-colon assgasms. Within seconds, this massage of his huge meat brought another shout from Pedro who gave the boy a second supernatural load. In turn the second load, promoted another assgasm in the little twink. Jerome watched in astonishment as the boys body absorbed both loads. First all of his veins turned black, then bright blue, and all of the moisture and thin layer of healthy body fat he’d lost over the days and days of hard use was restored. This was a regular occurrence during ritual sex, when after absorbing supernatural sperm, all of the bruises and welts a bottom had acquired in the hours of pain before the ceremony were erased. But Jerome had never seen it happen anywhere else. Pedro and Timmy however, were not aware of this. They were lost in the bliss of man-twink fucking. Pedro’s cock remained its full giant oversize, but the boy was so loose and in ecstasy from the dual doses of sperm and all the drugs, that his hole was welcoming the monster. Still the cock was so huge, every time Pedro would pull out his cock completely out, he’d bring with it an every growing twink cunt prolapse. He’d then pile drive in, promoting a shriek of ecstasy from Timmy. They fucked for a solid 20 more minutes before the big cock began to return to normal size. And still Pedro fucked, as Timmy’s loose hole squelched around his ugly fuckstick. Timmy’s body had absorbed most of the sperm, but it still foamed with pink foam—cum, piss, blood, lube, and the boys natural cunt juice. Every ten strokes or so, Pedro would pile drive the hole, or radically fuck a different part of the loose cunt. And every time he did, Timmy would have another assgasm and make more pussy foam to froth around the huge cock. After a while, Pedro picked the boy up and Jerome and Pedro double fucked him standing up, holding the boy like he was light as a feather as they pounded the impossibly stretched hole. They used the boy for another one and a half hours, fisting him, fucking him, piss-fucking him, as he continued to periodically experience increasingly-painful assgasms as his high began to wear off. As Timmy began to feel the soreness in his hole, Jerome and Pedro began to slow things down. Enjoying the heat and sensitivity of very used cunt, they would slowly deep fuck him, watching the play of need and pain as they changed directions. Then they would release a big spurt of chempiss and start a hard brutal fuck, watching the boy ride the brief opening of his cunt the chempiss provided and continue to fuck him until he tightened back up and was almost in tears. Then they would change places and start again. Timmy experienced these successive waves of agony and pleasure as endless, as if he existed no where but as this hole which needed nothing but both. Every time they hurt him, he could feel dark forces lap at the fiber of his being from the dark black seed he’d encountered with Pedro’s second huge supernatural load. Then, as they filled him a spurt or two of chempiss and fucked him hard, his entire body with sing with the pleasure of the blue pure blood of pleasure the dark seed had morphed into as it healed him and opened him for the bull cock. Timmy was lost, unseeing, as the men changed places. But the the nature of the fucks changed, as first Conrad then Dimitri joined in the fuck. They lined their cocks up, each of the four men fucking his sore hole slowly and methodically, deliberating making him squirm and cry out, then each would delivery a spurt or two of chempiss and rail him. As they did so, each man made out with him, whispering dark and twisted thoughts about him and his hole interspersed with praise for his beauty. As they passed him around in endless rounds of this, Dimitri’s fucks began to dominate his thoughts, the periods of slow sore hole fucking longer, the pain more intense, interspersed with longer and longer periods of sheer ecstasy as his new lord’s cock plundered him. Finally, after several hours of this endless cycle, when they were alone, Dimitri lifted Timmy from the sling and carried him into the bedroom, still fucking the entire way. There he continued to fuck and fuck the boy, pausing from time to time to drop a few grains of crystal in before railing the boy again. After another hour of this, Timmy’s hole was so swollen it stopped responding to crystal chempiss or poppers and so Dimitri gave him a final big load coating his insides with rope after rope of seed. Aster making the boy clean his cock, he made him kneel on his knees and Dimitri, cock still rock hard, grabbed an Ambien. He gave Timmy the pill and held out his cock and Dimitri filled Timmy’s mouth with piss to wash it down. Dimitri grabbed Timmy roughly up and lay him on his side in the bed with his head on one of the pillows and his legs tucked up. He climbed in beside the boy, lined his cock up, and speared the boy to the hilt in one shove, Dimitri’s hand muffling the boy’s scream. Dimitri then pisssed a massive load deep into the boys cunt. It was so much piss Timmy could feel it pushing deep inside and stretching his colon, but Dimitri just wrapped his arms around the boy and brought his legs up, trapping him with his guts burning with need and Dimitri’s hard cock plugging him. Soon, Timmy’s hole was buzzing from the fresh load of piss and his colon spasmed and stroked around it’s big live plug. But Dimitri seemed asleep, and all the spasming just seemed to make his cock harder. TImmy was amazed at the man’s ownership of him and his hole. If he moved even the slightest Dimitri’s cock would somehow grow and his grip on Timmy would tighten. And so for several hours he existed in a netherland, as the Ambien and his exhaustion fought with the dark needs reawakened in his hole. Eventually, as Dimitri had known it would, the Ambien won and Timmy fell into a deep sleep with a plugged hole, trapped in the arms of an ancient sex god. ###

Timmy Gets Stretched Hard As Timmy and Jerome began to come back to earth—Pedro could see the length of the cock sliding back down inside the boy’s flawless white torso towards Timmy’s belly button—Pedro leaned in to Timmy’s ear, “You ready for this big bull cock, boy?” It took Timmy a second to come to grips with the world outside his mind. But then he smiled like a Cheshire cat, his gorgeous twink innocence replaced by a mind obsessed with having all holes stretched and abused, and he whispered, “Please, sir, need big cock. Hurt me, open me, use me daddy.” Jerome slide his long black snake out, and a Timmy sighed, his hole already missing the feeling of being filled so deep. Pedro grabbed a quarter-gram vial with one hand and stroked his enormous, curved, ugly cock with his other hand. “Jerome, brother, can you squirt that boyhole full of that laced lube,” Pedro asked. Jerome obliged, sticking the tube deep into the boys open cunt and pushing out a huge volume of the sticky, tingling, Tina-laced xlube. Within seconds Timmy was pulling his ass open and begging to be filled. “Beg me to destroy your pussy, pigwhore,” Pedro demanded. Timmy immediately started chanting “Destroy my pussy, daddy, destroy me.” In one fluid motion Pedro dumped the 1/4 gram of Tina into his palm, made a bird-beak fist, and pushed into Timmy’s hole. Despite how loose hole, stretch was wide and very cruel, and Timmy cried out and then begsn screaming as Pedro began scooping the Tina out, burning the boys cunt with fire, desire and need. “Do some poppers, boy,” Pedro ordered. And Jerome helped the boy get fully poppered up. As soon as Pedro felt the boys hole start to respond to the fresh dose of Tina and the poppers he made his fist very, very slightly bigger and very, very, slowly began to pull his fist out of the fiery hole. “That’s called hole stretching, boy,” he said quietly to Timmy, who was riding a wave of desire to be destroyed mixed with the pain of the big stretch. “And I am going to stretch you long and hard tonight.” When Pedro’s hand got to its widest point in the boys rectum, Pedro paused, holding the boy at a wide stretch. At first Timmy struggled, but Jerome kept telling him, “Breathe slow and deep, let Pedro have your hole.” And so as Timmy did, Pedro felt the hole relax, and so Pedro pounced, flexing his knuckles slightly larger, as Timmy cried out, and then quickly Pedro pulled out. Timmy lay in the sling panting, as Jerome nibbled hard on his perky boy nipples. Then a dark light entered the young twinks eyes, and he said, “Fuck daddy, I love that stretch, more daddy, harder.” Pedro smiled and rammed his semi-hard cock into the boy’s hole balls deep. “”Fuuuuuck, that’s a thick dick,” Timmy cried out. Then he began to moan as he felt Pedro unleash a huge torrent of piss deep inside his second ring. “Lower his head, brother, so this piss can go deep.” Pedro said to Jerome, “He asked to be stretched so let’s do him.” Jerome lowered the boys upper body so that it was nearly upside down, and the piss began to trickle deeper inside the boy, who was already moaning and squirming with new dark desires. Working quickly, Jerome immobilized Timmy into the sling, putting straps keeping his arms and legs and chest and stomach from moving more than a few centimeters. He left one of Timmy’s arms frees to the elbow and handed the boy a fresh bottle of very strong Amsterdam poppers with a built in sniffer cap. “Use these anytime you need to open up,” Jerome said quietly, “And only tell us about the pain if it feels like we’re damaging you —like you did with Conrad.” Timmy nodded, but Jerome could see he was getting really spun. Pedro grunted and pulled out and pointed at Timmy’s hole. “Fill him up, brother, and feel free to start when you want” Pedro said, “And don’t go easy, he needs to learn his place as slave pussy tonight.” Jerome slid is long cock in—it always stayed a little extra long after a magic orgasm—and made sure his head entered the boys second hole, which he began to fill with yet more chem piss. Jerome immediately started feeling and stroking the boys hole with his fingers, shoving first two, the then three, now four long fingers imsid3 th3 boy. Finally, with one smooth motion he surrounded his cock with his entire hand and pushed it into the boys hole, and immediately began jacking his cock inside the boy. Timmy cried out and froze, spreading his legs wide, Jerome could feel the boys hole pulsing tightening and throbbing around his fist, and then the boy threw his head back and shouted, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard.” Jerome could feel the boys hole opening up like a flower, the burning hot tissues of his colon fluttering and caressing his fist. He smiled darkly: the chempiss had kicked in and Timmy was ready for training. Jerome slid his cock out and shaped his fist into the narrow bird beak starting position and began to slide his arm into the boy. He was amazed that the boy took most of his hand right up to the kncuckles before Jerome felt any tightness. “Feel that, Timmy? That’s your second hole,” Jerome said softly, “That’s the hole your Daddy Conrad loves to stretch wide with his inflatable balls, did you like being stretched deep Timmy?” Timmy’s eyes were dark with lust and his comprehension wasn’t at its best, but he smiled and said, “Please, sir, will you stretch me deep too? Feels so slutty..use me daddy Jerome.” Jerome smiled down, “Oh believe me, boy, me and Pedro are gonna stretch you good so you’re nice and open for Pedro’s big bull dick.” He then gently flexed his hand, enjoying the look of lust on Timmy’s face. “So that’s the easy way of stretching your tense places inside,” Jerome said softly, “And now I am going to show you the hard way.” Working quickly Jerome slide his hand out until it was about midway inside the boy’s stretched-out inner first hole. He then made his fist much larger—not quite a full square and not locked into place—the boy was still a near-virgin and he didn’t want to tear anything, just hurt him,and he pulled his fist out fairly quickly, lodging its widest point—his knuckles—right at Timmy’s rectum. Timmy cried out in surprise and began panting. “Do a hit of poppers, piggy boy,” Jerome ordered. And the minute he felt the boy relax he push his hand back in and pulled it out, making his fist slightly bigger this time, stretching the boys rectum around his fist. “So, boy,” Jerome said with a serious tone, “I like to combine the easy way and the hard way when I stretch a boys hole.” “It’s in your best interest to work with me to get you stretched deep and wide my way,” Jerome said darkly, “Because Daddy Pedro has giant fists and he only likes to stretch boys the hard way. Are you gonna work with me, not complain, and huff on your poppers like a good pig slut?” Timmy nodded solemnly, his awareness focused now by the rough treatment. “Good boy, take several giant huffs, you gorgeous boy, and let me stretch you,” Jerome smiled. Timmy took several massive huffs off the poppers, and as it kicked in, Jerome got to work. Over on the other side of the room Pedro was busy getting reading to take the boy into the stratosphere. He gathered several half-gram vials as well as several 1/4 gram vials. Tearing off a few pieces of blue painter’s tape, he put a strip on top of two of the half gram vials. He then set all the other vials aside. He opened a capsule of X into each vial—looking up and grinning as Jerome was showing the boy what the “hard way of stretching” was like— he then took a 10 mg tablet of Valium, crushed it in the same mortar and pestle on the drugs table, and dumped this into one of the two vials. He wrapped a piece of blue tape around the bottle itself to separate it from the other. He then proceeded to crush a 5 mg tablet and dump it into the other blue-topped vial. He placed all the vials on a small rolling table and then grabbed another couple of bottles of lube—one marked super strong and the other light—indicate how much Tina was crushed and mixed into the mix. Pedro rolled the table around to the wall display of toys. He selected an inflatable buttplug—he couldn’t wait to take it up to beyond what the boy could handle and make him push it out—and then the huge, semi-rigid giant inflatable dildo as well as one of Conrad’s signature set of inflatable balls. He grabbed a few hard silicon sets of balls in various shapes in case Jerome wanted them, then a selection of buttplugs from large to giant. he laid all of this out on the second shelf of the rolling table. Next, he grabbed one of what they called “booty bump pistols.” This was a hard plastic device, shaped like a nightstick, with a handle and then a small, sliding door at one end. You then attached a long flexible tube with any number of different sized dildo heads on it. The idea was that you dropped the drugs into the opening the tube and closed it, threaded the tube with its head deep inside a boy, then the bulb was larger enough that one full pump would send the drugs deep inside a boys booty hole. He chose one with a head in between the size of his fist and Jerome’s, and then one a good bit bigger than his own. Finally he grabbed two skin bicep long textured fisting gloves, two huge thick rubber gloves, a couple of tit clamps, and a ball stretcher. These he laid out on the third shelf and went over to relax on the sofa and watch the show. Timmy was so overtaken with lust and need for the stretch that Jerome had unbound him from the sling and had him on all fours on a pad near the sling. He’d attached the boy’s ankle to a spreader bar, just to give Jerome something to keep control of the boy. Timmy was one hundred percent involved now in his own defilement—spreading his cheeks, begging for deeper stretching, moaning loudly when Jerome would punch him. Jerome was into the boy just past his forearm—Pedro was frankly amazed—and Jerome looked up and grinned as his friend settled in. “Toss me a quarter, brother,” Jerome said. When Jerome looked skeptical, Jerome just grinned and shrugged, all the while keeping up a steady firstfuck of the boy. Pedro picked up the booty pistol with the smaller head—in between his own fist and Jerome’s in size—and grinned. Jerome grinned back “Even better.” Pedro dumped the half-gram vial with the X and 10 mg of Valium and dumped it into the device. He rolled the table over beside Jerome and the boy, who was still begging for the fuck. Jerome pulled out and Pedro slipped the well-lubed head of the thing into the boys cunt. “Suck on that with your hole, Timmy,” Pedro order, “Try to draw it in.” The boy obeyed and with a little pushing on Pedro’s part they worked it in just to Timmy’s second hole. “Push out,” Jerome ordered, and as he did Pedro threaded the head about half-way into the second ring. Timmy gasped as Pedro tried to make sure it was in to a pretty wide point. Then he stopped “Huff on those poppers,” Pedro ordered, “Try to welcome that in.” Both Pedro and Jerome knew the toy wasn’t going anywhere—Pedro was holding the tube steady—but the boy looked so hot with the thing stretching him wide deep inside. Jerome leaned into Timmy’s ear, “I think it’s stuck, boy, want daddy to help that you fuck you a little deeper?” Timmy didn’t know what he thought but he knew the stretch was painful, so he panted “Yes, daddy, please take me deep.” Jerome smiled and Pedro handed him a quarter gram. Jerome lubed up, dumped the quarter into his palm, and made the thin bird shape around the tube and slid in, not stopping until he reached the toy. He sat that way, enjoy the way the boys fiery hole pulsed around his forearm. Timmy was pushing back, and so Jerome commanded “Six giant hits of those poppers each side, little pig, and then breathe deep.” After the boy had done six in one nostril, Jerome began to push the head, very slowly, through the second ring. At first Timmy was distracted by doing his other six popper huffs and the huge rush of drugs made his boy cunt open. Jerome entered him a full inch before his mind and body caught up and he groaned. Jerome did not stop, steadily, ever-so-slowly pushing deeper into the flaming boycunt, pushing the toy ahead of his still closed bird hand. “Deep breaths, sweet boy,” Jerome said softly, “Let your big black daddy take you there.” Jerome did not stop until Timmy was begging him to stop, his entire body rigid, and his face desperate. “Flex your hole around daddy’s arm,” Jerome ordered. Timmy was now exactly where he’d been before—Jerome was just at his elbow—but the big toy pushed ahead at least three inches and wide. And Timmy groaned and started shaking. “AGAIN, and clamp done harder this time,” Jerome ordered. Timmy moaned but complied, and then sighed, as his hole relaxed ever so slightly. Pedro nodded at Jerome who reached down with his free hand, grabbed Timmy by the back of his curly mane, and pulled back, arching his face up to see Pedro, legs splayed wide, monster, cobra-hooded bull cop hard as a rock. “In this life you are joining,” Pedro said quietly, “Sexually, you are slave meat.” Timmy nodded, “ Yes, sir.” “We bearers love and honor our boys in all ways. You will be treated better by your Lord Dimitri than any other man will treat you,” Pedro continued, “But sexually you are slave meat, without rights or choices, consigned to take pain or pleasure as we see fit.” Jerome now began to very very gently move his arm, beginning a very deep fuck. Timmy groaned and arched and cried out. “Lord Jerome is going to go even deeper in you now, boy,” Pedro said, “And you will take his arm with joy in your suffering, do you understand? Your suffering will please our Dark Lord.” Timmy, just barely able to focus beyond the intense stretch, managed, “Yes, sir.” “More poppers,” Jerome ordered, “And say the Litany.” A fast learner, Timmy slowly and deeply breathed several huge puffs of poppers. Squaring his shoulders—Jerome and Pedro smiled at the piggy resolve—Timmy began, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your….” Timmy cried out, as Jerome took him a full, sudden 1/4 inch deeper, then Timmy began moaning as Jerome began using long-practiced, almost imperceptible movements to deposit a few grains of the quarter gram deep in the boy. Timmy stayed rigid, and shaking, as Jerome stopped pushing the big hard plastic cockhead up his butt, the boy’s rectum mere centimeters from Jerome’s elbow. Pedro grinned. If Timmy were a more experienced pig—as he would be in just a few weeks time—that elbow would have already been inside his hole before this Tina gift was bestowed. Pedro watched silently, as Timmy struggled, then saw the dark energy surge from deep within the little boywhore. As an elder among the Brotherhood—Pedro was around 226 years old, give or take a few—the Mexican daddy with the huge fists and monster cock was beginning to develop the special senses required to trap and destroy human boycunt. While it was still a new skill—true elders of a thousand or more years could very nearly read bottoms minds—Pedro could see the outlines of desires, the need a drugged-out bottom was feeling for destruction. And so Pedro stood, stroking his monster, and cried out “Fuck him, Brother Jerome, his dark energy desires it.” And so Jerome began to every-so-slowly move his arm in and out, mere 1/8s of an inch at a time. Every time the boy loosened up he’d push a little deeper. Timmy groaned but obediently huffed on his poppers, which inevitably meant that Jerome was able to go even deeper. Pedro, meanwhile, was immobilizing the boy. He made Timmy arch his ass up high, and he tied his balls taut to the ceiling. He then affixed ome hand to another spreader bar and binding his elbow to the other so he could huff on his poppers. He did it wide so Timmy was forced to keep his chest flat against the floor, the perfect position for deep fist. Jerome was now about 3/4 of inch past his elbow into Timmy’s hole. He looked at Pedro who grained and said, do it. Jerome scooped the rest of the tin from his palm —it was probably more than half—and Timmy cried out and then within seconds his hole became hungrier. First, Jerome pushed in, getting almost to his bicep then he pulled back and started a bigger deep fuck of the boy. Even with his limited snake sight, he could see the boy was swimming in dark energy. He did this for about 20 minutes, fucking harder and harder and a bit deeper each time. Pedro lubed up his fist and grabbed the booty pistol. “Let’s light this ass up.” Jerome slid in and pushed past the deepest he’d gone, till Timmy was rigid. Pedro gave the bulb as big squeeze and within seconds Timmy started screaming as the 1/2 gram of Tina, the X, and the Valium entered his bloodstream almost immediately. Jerome slid his hand, now balled into a fist behind the big hard cockhead of the tube, out of Timmy in one go. As he pulled away, Pedro, his nocollapsable hand in the closest it would come to a bird shape, pounced. Pedro slid his big hand in slowly, but he didn’t pause. He slid until his knuckles were about to enter the boys inner ring. The kid was panting form the force what was essentially a .5 slam with ecstacy and Valium entering his blood stream. Within seconds the Valium reached his colon and his inner hole, and Pedro was rewarded when the boys inner ring opened and he slid his big hand in until he was buried wrist deep inside the boys inner ring. Timmy groaned, and spasmed a minute, panting and Pedro kept still. Then the boys hole loosened and Pedro slowing began a deep fistfuck. He first stretched the boys inner hole, and then once it started to loosed up he began to make his hand a little bigger and stretch the inner ring, then go back in. Once he was able to make a vey loose fist he brought his hand inside the boys first hole. Here he was more aggressive, creating space for his fist with determined movements. Then he very aggressively began to stretch the boys rectum, getting the boys closer and closer to a closed fist. He did this for a good 40 minutes or so. Then he started alternating, stretching both rings and spaces about 4 times each, over and over. As the boy started loosening up, Pedro pushed him ever-so-slightly on depth, claiming mere centimeters at a time. Then, just slightly before the boy was loose enough to do it easily, he made his hand into the smallest loose fist it could become and pulled out swiftly. Before the boy had a chance to really holler he was pushing the fist back in as deep as he could. He did this over and over and Timmy cried out “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Big fistfuck is right, piglet,” Pedro growled, the bull tattoo on his chest glowing, “Give me that hole.” As he did this over and over, roughly stretching Timmy’s hole, he saw dark energy swirling in the kids core. Timmy froze for an instant as Pedro’s nearly fully clenched fist drove in deep, then he shouted. “Fucking ruin my boycunt, Daddy, punch me! Punch me!” Pedro grinned, his cock rock hard, and he pushed into the boy a bit deeper. This triggered a massive anal orgasm so Pedro, lost to nothing but the velvet hotness of the boys inside and his desire to take everything the could give—and then more—he pulled his fist out and started punching. Pedro gave Timmy 75 hard punches, with Timmy roiling and assgaming constantly. Timmy was so out of it he didn’t even notice that Jerome had untied his balls from the bottom rung, and swing the tie bid I g his balls upwards to a pulley. With every couple of punches, Jerome would hang a small weight. When Pedro got to 50 in his count, Jerome spoke quietly—Timmy was making so much noise there was no point in whispering—“When you get to 75 punches go in and push him deep. I am going to teach this boy about getting his balls fucked.” So Pedro delivered the last 25, getting harder and harder as the boy cried out in pain/pleasure and then he pushed into the boys hole hard. Jerome hung a much larger weight—causing Timmy to groan and squirm—which allowed Pedro to take another half-inch deeper into the boys steaming hole. After a minute, Jerome hung a small weight. And again Timmy squirmed around the big arm and took a bit more. They did this three times, then Jerome said, “Boy, do those boy balls hurt?” Panting and struggling,Timmy said, “Yes sir.” Jerome grinned and started tapping on the boys nuts. Timmy whimpered and then gasped aloud as Jerome tapped a little harder. “The only way to make this stop, little beautiful cunt,” Jerome said, “Is to ask me to hurt you more.” Timmy took a minute, whimpering and shaking his head, he then squared his shoulders and took a deep breath—a mistake, really, as when he breathed out Pedro penetrated his ass more deeply. Timmy’s rectum was now stretched paper thin around Pedro’s huge forearm, just about 1/4 inch from the elbow. He groaned and cursed, momentarily unable to speak. “Say it, slave meat,” Jerome said, lightly hitting the boy’s sore balls with a paddle. Timmy sighed, and then shouted “HURT ME SIR!” Jerome hung a second big weight. As the pain traveled from his punished balls to his head, Timmy started squirming again, groaning deeply, and Pedro started sliding in. They made Timmy keep the full weights on his balsl for two minutes. Each time he struggled or wiggled his ass trying to relieve the pain, Pedro was rewarded with the feeling of a tiny bit more flaming boy pussy in his control. When the two minutes was up and the weight removed, Timmy groaned and breathed hard, suddenly only aware of how deep Pedro was inside his cut. “Oh fucuuuuck, deep fuuuck,” Timmy cried, “Need that deep fuck.” “Not yet, baby slut,” Pedro said, “We gotta wait for your hole to relax—in just a few minutes, your natural dark desires are going to start growining and your hole with loosen. Then I am going to fuck you good.” And so Pedro waited, first while Jerome detached the boy from everything holding him in place, second until the boys hole relaxed ever so slightly, and then until the second huge cocktail of drugs of the night kicked in and he could feel the boy’s desire radiate from deep in his hole. With his supernatural Bull sight he could see a huge river of dark desires release from deep within the boy. As that happened, the boy lowered his chest to the floor, his arms outstretched as if asking for offering himself for extreme violation, and Timmy said in a clear voice—far clearer than anyone as fucked up as him should have been able to master—“I am your hole, use me, use meeeeee.” Pedro worked with infinitesimal slowness, with the patience of a man who had already been alive for over a hundred years and knew he had thousands of boypussies more to destroy. By this point he had deep fisted literally thousands of men—from vaqueros strung up between posts and strung out on peyote and ancient Indian brews to European aristocrats, bound asses wide between bedposts with opium-wide holes to this new designer-drug era of wild, raging pussy hunger and a thinning veil between this world and the other side where combination of pleasure and pain, light and dark, that his clan worshipped remained. But what it was remarkable how the entire journey from getting just a finger inside a man’s hole, to being elbow or shoulder deep turning that hole into a cunt, was how every single time it happened he found it the ultimate turn on, the most pleasurable way for him to dominate another man. To see each little surrender, each step a man took into giving up his hole to Pedro for destruction, sparked pleasure in Pedro’s body, soul, and the giant, rampant, dark, Cobra of his cock. Whatever moment of lucidity Timmy experienced when he begged for Pedro to fulfill his deepest desires, was gone. All he could think about was that he needed to be fucked in a black hole of need that had replaced his hole, and that it needed to be by the thick, hard, tree trunk of Pedro’s arm. When he lowered his chest to the flour his only thoughts, on repeat were “Take my hole, fuck my hole, destroy my pussy, daddy.” This surrender to Pedro was distinct from his previous surrenders to the other three men who’d he’d encountered that weekend. Dimitri he’d given everything he possibly could, his virgin boypuss, his former life, his sero-status, his body, and his soul. Conrad—from the moment that huge, square, rock hard marble cock had pierced him deep and into the agony of endless deep enemas and cruel toy fucks—had demanded Timmy endure and revel in pain. Jerome had pushed buttons he didn’t even know he had, from the smooth way his long gorgeous black cock slid home to the depraved desires its snaky shape had dislodged as it pulsed and prodded into all the secret kinks he didn’t know he had. Pedro, though, was different. Pedro was like his spiritual companion—stubborn, hard, and determined. And Timmy had just given total elbow-deep control of his hole to the man, in the group with the widest fists and biggest bones and the most hardcore fucker and foster of all of them, all but begging for domination. But all of this was happening deep in Timmy’s subconscious understanding, for now visibly he was ruled solely by his heavily-drugged bottom-pig hidebrain. Pedro was going as slowly as possible to make the boy open up, but Timmy was eager and tried to help in his own destruction. Pedro put a giant paw on the small of his ass, and said, “Hold still, let me do it, or you will hurt yourself. As your hole opens there will come a time when you can push back. But now submit and let me take you.” And so Pedro took Timmy’s hole, his arms not going as deep as his other dark brothers, but much wider and thicker. As Timmy’s boy pussy was also find out: Pedro was truly big boned, meaning it wasn’t just muscle and sinew trying to destroy his hole, it was wide, rigid bone. Pedro steadily increased the speed and movement of his arm, loosening the hole. As soon as he got some play, he began widening, changing his arm arm and fist from straight up and starting to turn. Timmy lifted up and groaned, “Fuuuuck.” Pedro firmly pushed his head back down, “You asked to be cored out, beautiful slave meat, shut up and take it.” Pedro worked the boys hole for a couple of hours and neither he nor Timmy showed any signs of ever wanting to stop. Pedro would pound for a whole, wrist to elbow, then he switch to stretching either the boys first or second hole, making his fist bigger and bigger each time, and slowing pulling out. While it hurt, it also drove Timmmy crazy with lust, and he urged Pedro to do it harder and harder. From time to time Jerome would step in, hard punching the boy’s sloppy gash with his fists or seeing just how deep the boy would go. After several hours, Timmy’s hole was gaping open, the lips ragged, and it truly looked like a used boypussy. And only then, when the boys hole was sensitive but still begging for hard use, did Pedro fuck him.

Love this. Would love to see it finished. I can’t wait to hear about the boys second encounter with Conrad.

—Since folks around here are upping the ante with hot stories (looking at you, @Ultraviolence) I forced myself to finish this next installment of Timmy and his initiation into the Brotherhood. — Snake and Bull Training Jerome Williams and Pedro Gonzalez arrived at the penthouse’s garage within minutes of each other. Jerome was equal in height to Dimitri but vastly different in build. Jerome was lean and muscular, his limbs—especially his arms—were long. He had big pecs and biceps but everything about him looked balanced. Starting right above his shapely, muscular ass, in the tight valley of his back began a tattoo of a python, its gorgeous diamond pattern of black, yellow, and pearly white scales wrapping around the back of his neck and across his bulging pecs, ending right in the space between his navel and cock. The tongue of the snake was out and wrapped around a toxic waste tattoo. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, with a tapered head. It was long and almost perfectly round, nearly thirteen inches like Dimitri, but less thick, at seven fat inches around. He was one of the member of the group with major deep fisting fetish, and wasn’t content until his long shapely arms were buried to the elbow in male ass. Pedro was built opposite. First of all, he was much shorter—five feet seven inches—and extremely broad. He had big shoulders and truly huge biceps and arms resting on big bones. His stomach was flat and hard, and while no individual plates of muscle showed, there was the little doubt he was a powerful man. Despite representing the largest animal of their chapter—the Bull—his tattoo was the smallest. It was perfectly rendered on his big, shelf-like left pec, with realistic-looking fur. The bull was shown in the desafío position, his hoof raised as if stomping the ground, ready to charge. Between the bulls horns was a complex tattoo of a pentagram of black overlaying a blood red symbol for toxic waste. He’d been a true bear, before his initiation, and his whole body now screamed muscle bear. He had a massive cock. Very dark against his light coffee Latino skin, the cock was curved, hard or soft, with a fat uncut head and long foreskin. It was essentially triangular, getting thicker and thicker down its immense shaft, the vein running along the bottom several inches away from his naval. fifteen inches of hard length ending in nine inches of girth. Like Conrad’s cock, it was a punisher and stretcher, and to resist him was futile. He was the meanest, nastiest, top in the entire group, merciless and cruel, loving to slam his big cock and big fists into hole until men wept. He was also worshipped by nearly every man he fucked, and men—even the ones he’d left broken and weeping—begged him to let them serve him again. Jerome and Pedro found Dimitri and Conrad in the vast kitchen, seated on leather stools at the marble bar, eating a light meal. Jerome almost laughed aloud at what they were wearing, snowy white French terry robes with their animal symbols beautifully monogrammed on the right breast. For all the ways their personalities were the polar opposite of the snobby stereotype, so often the two were quintessential a-listers. All the men in their circle had lots of money—after a tattoo appeared, every business endeavor and investment a man engaged in prospered—only these two came from old money. After cheek kisses all around, Dimitri spoke, “My new boy is asleep in the green bedroom. You’re welcome to him for as long as you like. Try to remember he was a virgin just yesterday.” In the style of long-married couples, Conrad cut in, “But he does thrill to rough use, he’s a natural bottom pig, and he took to hard fucking, stretching and fisting like a goddam pro.” Now Dimitri, “He’s got one of the sweetest holes your pole will ever plunder, his hole caresses your cock like a seasoned slut, and if your companion comes to play, it will be almost as amazing an orgasm as temple sex.” Pedro grinned, already squeezing his throbbing monster, said excitedly, “Let’s go then, I need to fuck.” So the two tops went to get the boy. Timmy stayed asleep even after they carried him to the smaller of the two dungeon rooms. They put him in a red jock, and placed him in a sling and still he slept. They then gathered a few supplies to have close, vials and vials of crushed crystal, a bowl of rocks, two pipes. When Pedro went to open the point drawer, it was locked and a sticky note said, “My boy, my first point.” Pedro grinned—maybe Conrad was right, and this boy was the One for Dimitri—and just grabbed a half dozen more vials of finely crushed Tina. After all,there was more than one way to send a boypussy into the stratosphere. Then he and Jerome started smoking, admiring the eighteen year old and feeling all over his perfect small body. Timmy finally awoke when Jerome yanked the plug out, giving them their first view of the boys puffy hole. Timmy was disoriented at first, fuzzy from the pill, and then he looked a little frightened. But as his eyes began to take in the two hot men he began to smile. And when he saw their big cock, raging now with desire, he started touching himself all over. Pedro smiled and leaned in, and gave the boy a passionate kiss. Then Jerome did the same, his hands lingering on the boys perfectly defined biceps. Jerome then spoke—they both knew he was the least threatening between them—“Hello hot boy, I’m Jerome and this is Pedro. We’re good friends of your Daddy Dimitri and your Daddy Conrad, and they thought we could have a lot of fun together.” The men moved to each side of the twink who, as if on autopilot, reached out and started stroking their cocks, one meaty pole in each of his hands. Soon the vibe changed and it was clear this was not a session about love making,but about hard pig sex. The top men put a wide collar trimmed in red and yellow around Timmy’ neck and cuffs at his ankles and wrists. They led him over to a peg-board covered wall and had him sit down. They then attached his wrists to the wall, wrapped a half loop of leather around his chest and attached that to the wall. They then attached the collar to the wall with just enough play for the boy to look straight up. Jerome started the throat-fucking, feeding the boy poppers as he fed him his long tube of hard black flesh. He started slow and then accelerated his pace, slapping the boy any time he felt teeth. Timmy was an eager learner, and he struggled, but he kept his eyes on his dom valiantly. Jerome got his tube nearly three-quarters of the way down the kids wet throat, fucking in and out as the boy gagged and sputtered. Then Pedro took over, and he just walked up, gave the boy several hits of poppers, pulled the kids mouth open with his thick digits, and started throat fucking. In between several-minute-long sessions of hard throat use, he’d popper the boy up, direct him to say “ah,” and push and push until the kid choked and the huge thick meat slid into his throat and blocked his air. Pedro would take him to the point of passing out, and he’d take mercy and Timmy would gasp for air. They kept this up for almost an hour, tag teaming the boy. Timmy took them both deeper, but, as they expected, he still had a ways to go. His cock had grown hard, and was dripping wet but he was exhausted. Conrad was right,” Pedro smirked, slapping the kids face lightly, “You like to be dominated, don’t you.” Timmy just smiled dreamily and said, hoarse from the extended throat abuse, “Yes, sir.” They unhooked him from the wall and placed him on a fuck bench, attaching his wrists and ankles to the thing. Timmy immediately arched his back, “Please daddies, fuck me. I need cock, my hole is so hungry.” Jerome adjusted the height of the bench so the boys puffy hole was lined up perfectly with his big cock. He dumped unlaced lube into the boy and slicked up his cock. “We’re going to test how much of a pussy hole you really are now, no drugs and no poppers,” Jerome said. Timmy just put his head down submissively and arched his back more. Jerome slid in, neither fast nor slow, and he kept sliding until his thirteen thick inches were buried. Timmy had stayed relaxed until the big head pushed at his second ring, and Jerome had ordered him push out. However, the minute the tapered head was in and his shaft began to go in, Timmy went rigid, and cried “How fuck daddy, so big, so sore.” Pedro smiled and knelt down and said the boy, “You’ll get plenty of drugs to help you in a bit,” Pedro said to the boy, stroking his black curls, “We like to fuck sore hole, so you may as well give to us or we’ll just take it anyway.” Jerome then slid in as Timmy whimpered. He began fucking the boy, not rough or hard yet. Instead, he just pounded as the boy groaned and moaned and made little sighs first of pain but then of increasing pleasure as his hole loosened. When that happened, Jerome increased the intensity of his fuck and began stretching the boy, as he’d need it before he took Jerome’s monster. The boy milked and suckled on the big rod, pushing out as Jerome went in and then grabbing tight as Jerome’s fucktube reappeared. “Fuck boy,” Jerome said, “You’ve got a sweet hole.” Jerome pounded him for about fourty-five minutes until Pedro became impatient and started slicking up his big curved monster. Jerome slid out and Pedro lowered the boy to a better height for Jerome’s stature and slid in. The minute the head pushed into him, Timmy went rigid and silent, but he kept his back arched. It was clear the boys’s mind wanted to feel the big cock inside him but his body was trying to say no. Pedro just kept going, the kid did a good job pushing out but the second ring was tough going and Timmy started breathing hard and began to cry out. Pedro didn’t stop until the huge nine-inch-round triangular root of his monster was buried. He held the boy there, as Timmy just kept saying “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Pedro started fucking, starting of as Jerome had, neither hard nor fast. But he was demanding, cruel top and so he grew less gentle much more quickly than Jerome. Timmy cried out every time the pole bottomed out, and struggled to stay in position. But to his credit, the kid was a true bottom slut and he always got his arch back in place as the big cock slid back to its home deep inside. Pedro fucked the boy harder and harder, until Timmy started begging, “Oh fuck yes, Daddy, oh fucking destroy my boycunt.” Pedro nodded at Jerome, who got up off the long rubber-covered sofa where he’d been reclining. Jerome picked up the pipe and began smoking, giving himself, Pedro, and Timmy clouds and shotgunning with each of them. Finally, Pedro knew he needed to stop or he was going to head towards blowing his load, and the kid wasn’t nearly ready for the massive size of his supernatural battering ram, and so he pulled out. Pedro slapped Timmy’s ass, “Damn, boy, you gotta sweet hole.” Taking over pipe duties from Jerome, he began feeding clouds to the boy, himself, and Jerome. Jerome grabbed both a gram vial and a second half vial and got behind Timmy’s ass, which was already dancing in the air as Timmy begged aloud for cock. Jerome didn’t add any lube—he was of the opinion that when dropping a a big load of Tina up a boys hole, to increase the speed of entry into the bloodstream so that it even better approached the speed of a slam—lube should come after. He did put more lube on his own raging fuckstick. Pedro put the pipe down and came over and held the boys perfect muscly little twink ass and hole open, “Give daddy a big arch, baby,” Jerome said. He put the two vials right at the boys open hole, held open by Pedro’s fingers, “Wider,” Jerome commanded, and so Pedro pulled the hole open wider, and as Timmy groaned, Jerome quickly turned the lids of first one and then the other and all the powder when streaming as deep in Timmy as Jerome could manage. Timmy screamed, and practically levitated up off the bench to which he was still bound. Timmy shouted “Fuck, burning hole, fuck that hurts, ahhhhhh…fuck me daddy, fuck me, hungry pussy, need daddy cock, destroy my pussy.” Jerome rammed his big thick tube in hard as he could and started fucking with gusto. Timmy cried out each time the big round cock hit bottom, and especially when Jerome would pull out just about halfway, then repeatedly slam his cock against the bound boy, driving and fucking at his deepest places. But it was clear Timmy was in pig boy heaven, as he kept begging for the big cock. Jerome found the hole as amazing burning hot as he could have imagined, even better than before. And while Pedro’s monster tool had loosened the boy, the hole was still perfectly able to stay tight, caressing and milking the big cock like living silk. After about half an hour, Pedro whispered to Jerome, “If the serpent comes, I want to see your cock grow in the boy. Let’s put him on his back and watch his stomach and pretty face.” Pedro went about unhooking the boy. As Jerome knelt down to pick the boy up—maybe Dimitri did have something with his love of twinks, the boy was so light he was a breeze to move around—he felt the boys erect nipples. He turned the boy around to nip and bite them, and Timmy arched his back and groaned with pleasure. “You like black dick, don’t you pig?,” Jerome asked. Timmy nodded and said, “Yes daddy, I like dick. I love all big cock.” Jerome laughed and kissed the boy and placed him in the sling. “Let’s lower his head Jerome said, “He needs a good piss fuck so the chems can get up in there deep. If the serpent comes out, he’s going to need it.” And so they did, and Jerome speared his cock into the boy and started pissing. Soon, once the boy was good and full, he started to fuck. Timmy went wild, crying, “Oh thank you daddy, warm and tingly. Oh feels so good, oh, it burns a little, oh so horny daddy.” Jerome was in pig top heaven, loving the feeling of his cock, slick with piss, in the boys hot—and getting hotter—boypuss. Jerome fucked and fucked until he felt the boys dehydrated hole absorb the Tina. “Bring him up level, please brother” he said, and Pedro evened Timmy’s body out. Timmy was cooing and begging for cock, and Jerome obliged, pulling his thick tube out and slamming it in. The lights in the room began to flicker and dim and Jerome heard the serpent hiss and felt it writhe and his cock started to thicken, as if his body was gathering extra flesh from someplace to support the serpent’s deep journey. He reached down and, holding Timmy’s neck, he backhanded the boy across the face several times. “Say the words, slut, beg this black serpent for its toxic seed.” Timmy began to chant the litany, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me with your toxic seed.” Jerome also began chanting at a whisper, “Serpents slither, and slide, filling secret spaces, set my serpent free to find this offering’s darkest places, and feed serpent, feed in the dark.” The minute Jerome started speaking all the lights went out and the pentagram on Jerome’s naval began to glow. Jerome felt the process begin, the serpents hissing now audible, “Fuck,” he cried out, “Your boypussy really is magic.” And then Jerome shouted out in ecstasy as his cock began to lengthen and explore the boys hole. At first, all Timmy felt was incredible pleasure, as the head of Jerome’s cock began to slide deeper inside him. Then he looked up, eyes wide, as he felt the long, warm , thinner extension of Jerome’s cock begin to open new doors inside him. Jerome kept fucking, obvious to anything but the bliss the men all felt when their companion was unleashed. Pedro was rock hard, and he began to use his meaty fingers to stroke and trace on Timmy’s tight core the bulge where his best friend’s serpent went deeper. The slightly longer and much thicker regular part of Jerome gorgeous cock was rock hard but the long extension, that no one had ever seen because it disappeared when Jerome pulled his cock out, was soft and supple as it probed the boys depths. Like all of their magical cocks, it seemed to only dish out what it knew would really push the bottom, but not more than the boy could handle. When Jerome’s beloved muscle boy Jack, for instance, was bottoming for him in temple sex, the thing would probably go a foot or two deeper than in Timmy’s nearly virgin hole. It was clearly starting to push Tommy, so Pedro started keeping him poppered up. The magical human-snake cock stopped going deeper but as Jerome’s orgasm approached it started first thickening very slowly—you could see it in the boys guts—wider at the earliest point of penetration and then tapering. Some theories held that the reason his cock did this was because Jerome was major deep fisting top, and so the serpent and chosen him because it would allow him to go deeper in any submissive boycunt during fisting. Whatever the reason, Jerome just knew it felt like bliss. As Jerome grew closer and closer to orgasm, his cock began to get harder and harder as it went up his shaft, slowly aligning Timmy’s colon. Pedro was keeping the younger man poppered up, but it was still an intense stretch and Timmy started grunting and giving little cries of discomfort. “Say the words, slut,” Jerome panted, “Beg for my seed.” Timmy grunted, feeling the big dick trying to align—it had already conquered the first inch of the snaking extension—and Jerome groaned in pleasure as the big enlarged section of regular dick grew and pushed into tight virgin colon. “Say the words,” Jerome commanded, slapping the boy. “Fuck daddy, that hurts,” Timmy said, but within a second he shouted in pleasure, “Oh, hurt my hole so good, hurt me good daddy.” Pedro slapped Timmy’s chest hard, “Bed the master for the seed, boycunt.” Timmy struggled to remember, but then in a strong clear voice from somewhere buried in his primal soul, he began to chant, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole……” At that moment the candles in the room burst into bright flames, and both Jerome and Pedro’s pentagrams began glowing. Jerome and Timmy shouted together as the deep fucking tube began spewing sacred venom into Timmy’s guts, sharply burning and then providing ecstatic, rushing pleasure to the boy from deep inside. The deep fucking cock was rolling through Timmy’s guts like jump rope, smacking and stretching and pushing and pulling deep inside the boy. Timmy went completely still as the big thing opened territory even Demtri’s long arms hadn’t reached. Jerome began to gyrate the wide thick tube st the end of the tube as he fucked, and his big cock and its long, snake-liked extension stretched the boys colon wider and wider. Timmy was still rigid, but he was cooing, “FUCKING DEEP STRETCH! Own my hole!” and began swinging himself trying to take more of it inside himself. Jerome kept fucking, fucking, fucking, feeling his long cock trying to straighten, pulsing and throbbing visibly through the boys hard abs. Jerome was lost in a personal heaven, lost in amazing ecstatic pleasure of sensing Timmy’s entire colon caressing the long length of his supernatural prick. Then, suddenly, on a deep stroke in, Jerome erupted in a second orgasm, spewing huge spurts of his own man seed in Timmy’s cunt. Jerome and Timmy lost all sense of time and space for a good 20 minutes, as Jerome’s massive pole stretched and stretched the younger man’s cunt. Timmy’s hole was squelching, with little spirts of the massive load dripping to the floor. Jerome stayed in his supernatural state the entire time, his tattoo sliding and moving excitedly all around his torso. Timmy experienced wave after wave of anal orgasms, his entire body shuddering and pulsing and writhing as the deep fuck continued. From time to time Jerome’s pole would try to straighten, and Timmy’s hair maide would feel intense pain as his colon resisted. When this would happen, in those little 15 second of pain, Timmy would freeze and realize that his submission was again required, and he would give up another piece of himself to his newly-awakened addiction to dominant cock. And he would realize again that his place in the universe was to serve.

I consider myself a decent writer of sex stories, but you are an amazing writer. I don’t have the patience to drag things out so slowly., so deliciously. You have a gift for tension and internal conflict that makes this all much more arousing. Fantastic!