bottomboyam

I like cock. Period. I must admit I am a size queen but beyond that: cock is cock, and if it gets hard it’s my job to pleasure it and its owner. One of my regular lay dates for many years didn’t have a big cock but he had amazing dom top energy (especially with toys and fisting ) and it was great.

The General and His Hot Nephew Use Luke’s Hole The hot younger man was a a demanding, sadistic, incredibly talented fister. He was clearly really into Luke. He’d insisted that Luke be on his back and he produced a portable sling that kept Luke’s legs in the air and tucked a pillow under the blonde’s ass. He tucked the big leather pillow and strap behind Luke’s head, kissing Luke and growling about how he was going to fuck Luke’s pussy up. He pulled on the sling until Luke was comfortable, his legs back, then he and his uncle pulled and pulled until Luke’s legs were bent back over his ears and his body was taut and bent like a pretzel, the straps pulling his legs painfully wide Luke groaned and the nephew smiled, “Your lot in life is to suffer at the hands of superior black men. You will suffer now for hours on my fist and arms.” Then the General came and, facing away from Luke, stuck is cock in Luke’s hungry pussy and the nephew climbed up and slid his big cock, still slick from Luke’s hole, into Luke’s mouth. Soon both of the gorgeous black men were filling Luke with huge streams of very potent chempiss. Luke slurped and slurped on the nephew’a gorgeous cock, grateful for the moisture in his dry mouth. Luke felt the general pull out and then a very large plug was shoved in while the nephew pulled out and set his huge muscle ass over Luke’s face. For the next 30 or so minutes, while Luke’s tongue pleasured his ass, the General’s nephew played with Luke’s hole. He punched the big plug in and out, making Luke’s hole spasm and absorb more of the drugs from the young black god’s uncles chempiss. He would then shove the toy in deep and try to push his fist in around it, doing so cruuely and making Luke cry out. Finally, he started squeezing Luke’s balls and punching his taut little stomach. Luke got higher and higher as the drugs coursed through his system. The rough treatment, as well as the sight of the two sexy muscle men, got Luke hornier and hornier, he could feel the destructive fire building in his pussy the more the hot nephew abused him. Finally the newphew pulled the big plug out and stuck most of the fingers of one hand in Luke’s hole, confirming that the dehydrated little whore had soaked up all the moisture and chems from his uncles piss. He gave Luke a bottle of poppers and then he’d dropped another, too large, dose of Tina deep in Luke’s hole, then he’d lubed up his hand and went in. He moved slowly but steadily to the point where Luke was panting and begging, the big black arm buried about 5 inches past the wrist in Luke’s hole. Then the nephew slowly closed his hand into a fist. Knowing what was coming, Luke pleaded, but the nephew didn’t listen and going purposefully to fast, he pulled his big fist out of Luke’s hole. Luke screamed and begged, but the newphew just went back in, made a fist, and pulled out harder this time. After about 20 minutes of this with Luke panting and groaning, but the begging became one of more, deeper, please sir, “ruin my pussy pussy sir.” And that’s when the punching started. For the next hour, the young black stud punched Luke’s hole relentlessly, soon pulling big rosebuds out of the young pink hole. He ignored Luke’s rolling assgasms, punching steadily, going deeper and deeper, as the boy’s hole spasmed and Luke screamed and cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The nephew constantly changed the angle of his entry and the shape of his fist until he could punch into Lile with his big square fist smoothly, pull out brutally, and punch in again. Luke was a blubbering mess, lost to the world, feeling nothing but the utter destruction of his ass, alternately begging for a break and then begging for more. Satisfied that the boys outer ring was destroyed, the nephew began to really punish Luke, intentionally popping his big knuckles against the tender lips and screwdriving his big fist into Luke. Luke cried out, “Oh fuck, please, oh fuck that hurts.” The newphew just scowled and punched Luke in the head. “You are nothing but a dirty white whore, you will take what I give you and beg for more. Now say it.” Luke was fearful, and in between grunts and screams as the nephew increased his abuse of Luke’s hole, Like managed to pant out, “I am just a dirty white whore, please sir, please hurt my pussy.” And so, the young black muscle god continued to hurt Luke’s hole, going longer than he would have had Luke not begged for him to stop. By now, Luke asslips were hanging open, destroyed and starting to swell. Luke was used to hard hole abuse, but this was another level, and soon he was quietly weeping from the utter humiliation and pain. Finally, the nephew pulled his hand out and loosened the portable sling. Luke groaned as he back straightened and his legs flopped on the ground. “Time to deep fuck your whore pussy,” the nephew said, kissing Luke roughly, “Up on your knees.” Luke had a little trouble, his limbs were still asleep, so the newphew punched his fist into Luke and used his other strong arm to flip Luke over. Luke cried out in pain as the big fist twisted in his insides, but he finally got into position with his chest flat against the floor. The nephew gave him five hard punches, “You do as you’re told, when your are told bitch,” he chanted with each punch. The nephew attached cuffs to Luke’s ankles and wrists, Luke was quivering from the hard punches and the nephew laughed, “Your going to be quivering even more when I am done using you.” “I am leaving your hands and ankles free for now,” the nephew said, “Because I know a white whore like you will soon be begging for more, backing that little hole up on my arm.” The nephew stuck a lube tube deep in Luke’s hole and lubed Luke’s and his arm to the elbow. Next he reached for a vial of Tina and then dumped a big pile into Luke’s hole. Balling up his fist, he pushed hard into Luke, driving the burning Tina, he pushed past where he’d gone before until Luke screamed. The ephew then waited perfectly still. Within a minute Luke’s hole started pulsing around his arm and Luke started begging, “Use me daddy, use me.” It took about an hour, but the nephew succeeded in getting his balled fist into Luke elbow deep. His wrists were very wide, and Luke panted and grunted but his hole was hungry again. The nephew then spent about another half hour deep punching Luke, Luke crying out and pushing his ass back begging for more. The General reappeared—Luke had no idea where he’d gone—and leaned a couple of long mirrors against the wall, providing a good side view of the big black arm disappearing in Luke’s hole. Then the nephew started pushing harder, until finally his elbow was fucking Luke fluidly. Meanwhile, the General dumped double the largest dose of opium he’d ever given the whore, a small pile of Tina and a crushed ecstasy pill into a lube gun. He then filled it to the brim with his own potent chempiss. He handed it to his nephew who grinned widely. “Put this in his second hole on my signal,” the General ordered. He then reached back into his bag and pulled out a loaded point and went and sat at Luke’s head. Luke immediately started giving the General’s big cock the attention it deserved. The General let the boy work for a few minutes—fuck he’d trained the boy well- and then he roughly pulled him off his cock and turned his head to one side flat against the floor. He nodded at his nephew who pulled his fist out and grabbed the end of the lube tube and pulled into Luke’s second ring. “Now,” the General commanded, and as Luke’s guts were filled with the mix of drugs the General tapped hard on the vein in Luke’s neck. In the mirrors he could see Luke’s eyes get wide with fear, even as his ass started swaying around the big elbow. “Hold very still little whore,” the General commanded and speared into Luke’s neck. He quickly found a register and smoothly pushed the .75 of Tina into Luke’s neck. Luke coughed hard, and then groaned as the nephew went in deep and hard with his big square fist. Within seconds he was drenched in sweat and chanting, “Use my pussy, daddy, use me.” The nephew was very rough, pushing Luke hard. And Luke was so horny from the Tina, and his hole relaxed from the opium and the ecstasy that he just begged for more. When he got bicep deep, the nephew fucked and fucked Luke, hard brutal punches that Luke gloried in, begging for more every time he’d come up for air from his deep throating of the General’s giant cock. The General now pulled a wide black belt out of his bag and pulled it around Luke’s neck, pulling just tight enough that Luke had trouble breathing but didn’t pass out. When Luke grabbed for his neck, the Nephew just laughed, and forced Luke’s cuffed hands behind his back, locking the cuffs tight. “I want to see your shoulder up this cunt,” the General said. And so the nephew grabbed a vial and dumped another gram into the boys hole. Once he got his bicep buried he started fucking the boy hard. The nephew nodded, and the General reached down and pulled the belt around Luke’s throat tight, all the while slapping Luke’s face hard. As Luke gurgled and struggled, the nephew started pushing hard. And when Luke passed out, he took advantage of the slack boy meat underneath him and slid in past the bicep. When Luke awoke seconds later, gurgling and breathing hard, it took a minute for his body to realize he’d been penetrated by the nephew thick fist and wrist. And when he did, he cried out as the nephew fucked him at that depth. “Hit him again, uncle,” the nephew said. And so the General tightened the belt and made Luke pass out. Now the nephew pushed hard, until his shoulder was close and held still. Luke woke up and started screaming, his hole convulsing around the deep fist. The General laughed and pushed the boys screaming mouth all the way way down his rock hard cock. They abused Luke hard for about an hour until the nephew could fuck him brutally with his shoulder. Making Luke pass out several more times. They then switched places, and the nephew was even cruelly, never letting Luke breath fully until he was blue, then choking him out while he Uncles longer arms were buried deep in Luke’s pussy. Luke begged and begged for them to use him, even as the nephew laughed and called him a worthless whore. In all they shoulder fisted Luke for about four hours, removing the belt from his throat and trading turns beating his back and chest with the belt while the other brutalized his hole. Luke was so high he begged for the abuse, craving their huge fists fucking his deepest, most tender places. When they tired of fisting the boy, they gave him another point and the General got out his big inflatable ball, laughing as Luke begged him to stretch his hole. The General put the toy into Luke’s second hole and inflated it until Luke was struggling and groaning. And then he and his nephew took turns brutally shallow punching the boy, pausing from time to time to inflate the ball even bigger. When the toy had gotten too big, and Luke and involuntarily pushed it out—screaming at the top of his lungs—the two coated their cocks with Tina and double fucked Luke. Luke was so spun that he took everything they dished out and begged for more. The men pushed more ecstasy and more opium inside the boy, and gave him small bumps of Tina at least once an hour. Luke was a rutting animal, fucking himself on their cocks and arms and feet, begging for their piss, burying his tongue deep in their muscular asses. For the first time he took the General double fists, and then the nephew pushed and pushed until his thick wrist was buried next to his uncles. In these moments, Luke would come to clarity, his body wracked with both desire and agony, but soon he’d lose himself again, opening up and pushing back until the double and triple fists were forearm deep. By this point Luke was an absolute mess, his body covered in sweat, and bruises becoming visible all over his body and neck. His eyes were black holes of lust and his hole was open and dripping fluids—lube, cum, and piss—and he begged the men to destroy him. So the General had him kneel over his nephews balled fist, and has Luke fucked himself down to the muscled gods bicep, the General pierced each of Luke’s tits in his signature X cross. Luke begged for more pain, crying “I am a whore, master, hurt me, punish me.” And so while Luke abased himself on his nephews thick arms, the General whipped and canned Luke’s back and shoulder and just, finally using a riding crop to beat Luke’s pierced tits. Throughout Luke screamed and cried, but always begged the General to punish him more. Finally, after another eight hours of the men using Luke—fists, feet, giant toys, whipping, punching, slapping,and fucking—they grew bored. So they up each brutally shoulder fisted Luke for about an hour until his hole was swollen and dripping. Then, forcing Luke to hold his asschecks open, they beat his rosebud with the crop and a cane until it was red and swollen. This last punishment brought Luke back to reality, especially when they then took turns punching his poor abused hole yet again. Finally each man filled the boy with a giant load of chempiss and they shoved in a huge buttplug, locking in the intense mixture. Luke now cleaned their bodies with his tongue, his body shaking and weak, but still, pulsing with desire for them and their giant hands and cocks. Despite Luke’s begging, they soon got dressed and left him, laughing as he lay on the floor, and fucked his hole with the giant plug. Luke was never the same after that night. His hunger for the roughest forms of s and m were awakened, and his already serious addiction to black cock got deeper and deeper. The General and his nephew continued to call on him and use him, always inventing crueler ways to do so. His client list became more and more rough and Karzinski made a fortune selling the videos of the little blonde being used in the hardest ways. But, after just a few short years, years lived too hard being strung out on Tina, Luke’s beauty began to fade. Until finally he was sold to a biker gang, and lived about a decade as their abject fuck and torture slave, until finally his life was ended in crossfire at a shoot out. There was no funeral and no grave. Little Luke’s life, made worthless by a desperate choice made at too young an age, died forgotten and without memorial.

Roundup of other stories I was asked for this in a DM so sharing it here: Adventures of Wes and the Bear Getting Serviced in Alabama. [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84642-getting-serviced-in-alabama/ Wesley, the Big Black Bear, and the Bear’s Family [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84843-wesley-the-big-black-bear-and-the-bear’s-family/ Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill Mark Fucks Me Deep [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79343-mark-fucks-me-deep/ Daddy Bill and Matty Boy [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79419-daddy-bill-and-matty-boy/ Master Tom Trains Matty [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79521-master-tom-trains-matty/ Inland Ocean Landscaping Making the Twink Their Boy [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84956-making-the-twink-their-boy/ The Turkish Men Punish Jeff [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84992-the-turkish-men-punish-jeff/ Other The Prince and the Ginger [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/79703-the-prince-and-the-ginger/

Doing a quick second post to give you a sense of the next chapter in Luke’s developing life in the Brothel and his addiction to the General. I won’t be posting for several weeks due to a trip. Luke’s Total Service Luke’s mouth was roots-deep on a giant black cock. His hands were cuffed tightly behind his back. His jaw and shoulders ached from the strain of hours of sexual service. None of these things was unusual, as Luke spent many many hours each week serving giant cocks and being bound. But what was unusual was the totality of his subservience. A couple of months ago, he’d been called out to serve a client in a large penthouse apartment in a downtown skyscraper. He’d been stunned to discovered that his client was the General, his little cock hard as a rock the minute he saw the object of his sexual addiction. The General had always used him in one of the basement dungeons, with all the cruel tools of his sexual torture and sadism at the ready. The General had Luke kneel and he’d cuffed his hands tightly behind his back. He’d then slid a big tube up Luke’s hole and given him what felt like a massive dose. He’d then put a tight mask over Luke’s face, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed. Luke had taken the massive, semi-hard cock down his throat, and then he felt a large flexible band go around the back of his head, binding his mouth to the general’s crotch, his nose buried the big man’s musky, trimmed pubes. And the General had worn Luke’s mouth like some crazy human flashlight for most of the next three days, Luke’s throat involuntarily sucking and spasming, the big head lodged deep in his gullet. When the General moved, Luke moved, walking awkwardly bent over. When the General needed to piss, he’d pause and piss and Luke would drink. Sometimes, Luke would feel the tails of a dresshirt draped over his face, as he knelt on the floor between the General’s huge spread thighs and Luke would suckle and service the big cock while the General held video business meetings. When the General showered, Luke’s showered too, the soap and shampoo getting in his nose and running down his face. When the General needed to take a shit, Luke would stay in position, his throat drinking the man’s piss and his nostrils filling with foul smells. Luke often cried during those times, feeling his abject slavery to the man. At night, he slept between the man’s legs, trying to sleep, occasionally being awakened by a throat full of strong night piss. The first day of this had been hell, as he’d gagged and retched around the cock, until he’d just accepted the cock as a fact of life, and then his throat settled into a steady involuntary sucking. The General’s sexual appetites were unquenchable, and his cock stayed semihard for hours. When the huge Nigerian muscle god wanted more active service, he’d slide a big bump of Tina up Luke’s hole, spank Luke’s ass hard with his giant hand three times, then the General would loosen the belt that held Luke’s head and give him enough play to suck the man from tip to base. In the mornings—Luke supposed is was morning, as he’d not seen anything in the days since the mask went on—the General would wake up and Luke would drink his piss. Then the General would undo the strap and position Luke on his hands and knees on the bed. He’d shove a lube tube deep inside Luke and dropped a 1/2 gram, and then the General would settle in for a long rough fuck. After the General had dropped a couple of loads, Luke would be reattached to the cock he served and spend the day on his knees, awkwardly walking when the General paced while on the phone, or sitting while the man worked. Luke was grateful when the hold was loosened and he provided an active blow job—when the man got hard without loosening the belt, the huge cock would completely fill his mouth and throat and cut off his air. Luke had learned to breath through his nose, but he still passed out from time to time, as the big cock suffocated him. The experience was exhausting, his entire world reduced for hours on end to one man’s enormous, insatiable cock. His sense of smell was dominated by the man’s musk, and most of the breath he drew was through the big man’s pubes or the skin around the massive shaft. His tongue was overpowered by the taste of the General, his piss, his sweat, the constant stream of precum, and the man’s massive loads of semen. Luke looked forward to his morning fuck, and his nightly fuck, and the hard, hot fisting that usually followed. When he had time to think, days after one of these sessions would end, Like figured that he spent between sixteen and twenty hours of each day affixed to the man’s cock. And so those moments when he could fully breath, his ass on fire from the giant portions of Tina the man dropped there, he reveled in the man’s fisting, always too much, too hard, too deep, and too fast. The affect of the General’s cruel treatment was that Luke became even more marked, more addicted to the man’s cock, and that the only freedom he was afforded was to pleasure the big man’s cock with his mouth or hole, and Luke began to revel in the man’s cruelty, to beg him to go deeper, harder and faster. After these sessions with the General, it would take Luke days and days to recover, to smell anything or taste anything other than the lingering masculine musk of the giant-dicked black god. When he was with the General, Luke was never given any food or water, his body drawing moisture only from the sweat, precum, cum and piss produced by the huge cock he served. And so for days afterwards those tastes dominated his senses. He entire body ached, and his neck and shoulders and back spasmed and seized. Karzinsky soon assigned Luke a personal trainer who was a certified physical therapist. Luke had always just kept to a rigorous workout plan as assigned, working out in the gym at his designated time. But the trainer, Jerry, a big muscled and tatted Australian, made him perform hours of PT on his neck, back, and shoulders and then started him on a rigorous program focused on definition. Luke’s great, natural diving body acquired a new focus, his pecs popped like small apples, every muscle of his torso and ass defined. All the men—from twins to muscle bottoms to the five or so muscle tops—who were assigned a trainer were expected to provide sexual service on demand. There was a special, smaller gym for these men, and Luke was glad he wasn’t one of the muscle tops. To keep them in line Karzinski and his men constantly humiliated the big muscled men, making them wear lacy thongs and occasionally being fisted in the gym surrounded by the others. Luke got off relatively easy, simply drinking Jerry’s piss in the gym when he offered it. Jerry preffered to fuck him in the privacy of one of the brothel’s many service rooms. Jerry also liked to edge Luke, subjecting Luke to an exhausting workout, then he’d tie the little blonde up and edge and edge him until Luke was in tears. Luke discovered, though that as hot as Jerry was, if Luke wanted to come he had to fantasize about the General—his fist shoulder deep, his cock to the root in his mouth, or the musty smell of his ass when Luke would service him. After Jerry would finally give Luke release, he’d leave Luke tied up and bend his legs back and plunge his thick uncut tool into Luke’s hole and bang him for an hour or more. By the time Luke was done with his workout and the after-gym edging and fucking party, he barely had the energy to eat his now precisely-monitored diet of lean proteins, precise carbs, and vegetables. And so here Luke was, on his knees smelling the sexually-charged musk of his own, personal, giant Nigerian muscle man. Luke felt the man loosen the belt holding him and got excited, his boycock suddenly hard despite the Tina and Ecstacy coursing in his veins. He felt the General huge hand on his jaw, forcing it wider while he other hand pressed firmly on the back of his head, and the General forced him down to the root of his cock, and then further, slipping both of his huge balls inside Luke throat, the big cockhead going further into Luke’s gullet, and then the belt was tightened and Luke’s throat held the entirety of the man’s shaft and his balls. Luke had a really hard time of it, it was like the first day all over again, and for several hours he gagged and sputtered, his jaw in agony from the even wider stretch. And then something strange happened. Luke felt a hand other than the General’s on his ass. Luke knew that cleaning staff entered the room everyday. The General would put on one of his traditional robes and sit at his desk and hide the naked, bound twink between his legs. This always excited the General, and his cock would swell and gag Luke, until the constantly milking action of Luke’s stuffed throat caused the man to explode down his throat, his moans muffled by the noise of the electric vacuum. But today Luke felt an unknown man pull apart his asschecks, and a broad finger stretch his hole. The man quickly threaded a lube tube deep inside and delivered a massive dose. As Luke howled around his big cock as the General got hard as a rock. Luke then felt the burning flame of a big, Tina-covered cock spear his hole in one big push. Once the Tina burn had abated, Luke enthuastically serviced the General while enjoying an expert deep fuck by the other man. The cock was actually thicker than the Generals, which Luke hadn’t thought possible—and it was quite long, but not as long as the Generals giant tool. But the key thing was the man was an excellent cocksman. He had rhythms and cadences to his fucking—short fucks to enjoy the feeling of destroying Luke’s second hole, then a long series of total penetration, pulling out and ramming in to the hilt. He moved his cock around constantly, stretching and battering Luke’s insides from all angles. The end result was that as Luke’s insides got looser, the big tool went thrillingly deeper and deeper. After both men and given Luke two loads—the General deep in Luke’s gullet and the mystery man’s huge loads deep in his guts—the mystery man filled Luke’s hole with warm potent chempiss which set Luke tingling again. The General undid his headpiece and Luke came off the big cock, spluttering saliva and other stomach juices, trying to work some of the pain from his over stretched jaw. Then Luke felt the General’s cock slide in and deliver his load of piss up Luke’s hole followed by a big plug. There was a heated discussion between the General and the other man, muffled by the all-encompassing mask. And then he felt strong fingers slide the mask off and Luke blinked, the dim light in the room was too much. The General turned Luke’s head to see the new man. He was a gorgeous young black African, not as tall as the General but still 6’5” or so. He was broad and rectangular, wide chest, flat stomach, and his big 10 inch cock hung in the light, dripping precum. His physique was excellent, but it was that of a naturally stout man, and it was as if his rippling muscles had a padded quality to them. Luke though he was one of the hottest men he’d ever seen. The General spoke, “ This is my nephew. You may address him as sir, he insisted on taking off your mask so he can watch your face when he fists you.” The nephew held up one hand, and pointed as his wrist. Holy Fuck, Luke thought, he had big hands but they were barely wider than his huge, wide wrists and then his arms just got bigger as they went up. Luke involuntarily arched his back, and the General smiled, “You want that, huh? We shall see—those thick wrists will stretch you wide and deep—and we will make sure to make it as painful and exciting as possible, just how you love it little cunt.”

Was the point of the rough opening scene with the General clear? The idea was that the General needs to show his total control over a subs body first, then when he starts the fuckin’ and fistin’ and druggin’ they are his completely.

By the third hour, the General could easily closed-fist punchfuck Luke from his anus through the second ring. He kept at this for quite a while, the General in a zone, having allowed himself a lot more Tina, and the boy eager to submit, opening his legs wide in the sling. But try as he might, the General wasn’t making a lot of progress in increasing the depth of the fuck. So the General decided the only solution was to fuck Luke up even more. Reluctantly leaving the boys hole, he filled a lube tube with 1/2 a gram and tipped two ecstasy capsules in. Filling this with his chempiss, he opted to not add in fisting powder on the idea that this might hamper full absorption. He then found an extra long hose and affixed it to the lube pump. He then slid the long flexible tube in pushing and pushing until it was all in. From time to time he’d release a tiny amount of the lube to smooth the passage, but even after Luke started showing signs it was hurting, the General kept up his slow gentle pressure until the tube and about 1/2 of the pump were buried in Luke’s hole. Luke was groaning loudly, making little starts, alternating between pain and lust. The General stood at his head, “Drink, boy,” and he slid his big cockhead in the boys mouth and slowly fed him piss. Drinking the big man’s piss brought out the little submissive pig in Luke, and by the time the General was done feeing him mouthful after rank mouthful, Luke ass was arched up in the sling, ready for more. The General waited until the whore had completely cleaned his cock, the smaller young mans’s tongue lapping at his piss slit like a kitten after milk, and then he went to the boys hole. The General greased up his arm from fingertip to shoulder with strongly laced lube. He then pushed hard on the pump, releasing all the chempiss and ecstacy and Tina deep, deep, inside Luke’s little cunt in one huge rush. Luke screamed at the intense burn deep where nothing had touched since the several days that Enrique and Jason had possessed his hole completely. As the General intended, within seconds, Luke felt an aching need deep inside his boy pussy. He wasn’t able to speak, but he was trying to hump the lube pump. The General quickly removed the tube and squared his fist and went into the boy hard, pushing through the boys first and second rings until he encountered resistance. The General pushed again, making Luke’s cry out, and the General paused, and then very slowly began a very light, pounding fuck. The boys hole was flaming hot, fluttering around his big fist, and with every light pound—to Luke it felt someone was fucking him with a log of wood—the General would push a little deeper. Luke’s body was utterly confused. The General was at the beginning of his bicep already, and the stretch was intense and somewhat painful, but Luke craved it more. One second he’d give a little cry as the General took another millimeter of his hole, then he’s spread his legs and welcome the fist. His headspace was just as it was when he’d begged Jason and Enrique to punish his hole with the huge toy. “Fuck me, master,” Luke cried out, his soft cock dribbling precum, “Take me deep.” The General grinned, put his big fist in the bird shape, and dove in. He pushed until Luke was tense with pain, his legs extended straight he pulled his hand all the way. Luke was panting, his body writhing, but within seconds his hole felt empty. “Please, master, I need you deep in me.” The General grinned, scooped a tiny pile of Tina into his palm and closed his fingers around it. He went smoothly in until he was at that same depth. Luke wasn’t as rigid as he’d been, so the General pushed until it was clearly an inch beyond Luke’s limits. He then dropped the pille and began to fist fuck the little whore’s deepest regions. His hand stayed in the bird shape and he took more of the boys depth, Luke’s hotel hole stretched around the General’s massive bicep. Luke thrilled at this,loving how the hole Luke’s wanted destroyed deep gave his pig boy anus a wide stretch. The General lit another bowl—time to give the boy the benefit of his hyped up sexual aggression—when he smoked that he pulled out slightly and then began to pound the boy at those depths with his massive clenched fist. Luke struggled and cried out, but soon the drugs and his submissive nature ran out. The General was his master now, all the pain he’d endured to please the big gorgeous black man, the thrill of his fucking, the remembered pain in his balls and body, broke Luke and remade him. He wise nothing but a receptacle for whatever the man wanted. Luke opened his legs wide, “Take my boypussy, sir, fucking hurt me, fuck me,” Luke cried. The General just smiled his cold smile, “Music to my ears, little whore” he said darkly. He folded his hand and started fucking the boy deeper. He used his free hand to scoop a massive pile of Tina into that general paused the deep fucked and pulled out slightly, so that his massive bicep no longer stretched the boy quite so tightly. The General drove his hand in, doubling the boy with no warning, but stopping he minute his palm was inside. He then quickly swept his hand open and slapped the massive pile of Tina onto the lube covering his forearm. He pulled his palm out and then the arm went in deep. The turned burned a streak up into Luke’s second hole and he screamed, then seconds later his hole began to assgasm around the general’s bicep. The General barely registered this, and he just concentrated on pushing deeper into the boy’s hole. The General went extremely slowly— their would be pleat of time to punch the boy deep later—but he was relentless. His folded hand kept a steady, slight beat going. Soon the General was in past his bicep. The kids hole felt fantastic, warm and living. The sense of power it gave the General was such a high, he was in total control of the little whore. Luke kept up a low keening moan, but his legs stayed relaxed and open. The General smoked another bowl—when he gave the boy another load of chempiss it was going to burn—and then he kept pushing. He wasn’t rough but he wasn’t gentle either. He’d paid to use a whore and he was going to use a whore. The General slowed down again, getting the last bit for the first time required a deft touch if you didn’t want to put someone in the hospital. And the General wanted to use this little blonde slut for many hours—and years—to come. While Luke couldn’t form a coherent though, he was starting to understand what a giant of a man the General was. The ecstasy was in full force, and the Tina told Luke he needed to the big man to fill him. But the General was so, so deep, deeper than any fist had been before. Luke struggled and moaned, but he tried hard to submit. Luke wasnt really thinking, but somewhere in his hindbrain he had the sense that if he that if he didn’t try to give his hole up the General would find a way to take his entire colon anyway. And so over about fourty-five minutes the giant black man’s arm drove deeper and deeper into the hot depths of the blonde twinks stretched-out hole. The General wasn’t satisfied until his nearly hairless armpit was buried in the sluts hole. And then he began to work and work and he deep fisted the boy for three hours straight, going harder and harder. The boy thrilled to be so open for the godlike stud, and he rode the big man’s arm with gusto. From time to time the General would dump another pile of Tina onto his arm and slam it deep in the boy while he smoked his own pipe. Finally he pulled out until just his fist was inside the boy and slid his massive cock in, semihard as always. He filled the boy with chempiss then began fisting again in earnest. His big bicep kept all the piss in as Luke’s body soaked up moisture and drugs in equal measure. Both men went completely mad after that, and the General would deep fist the hole, pulling out and driving in to his armpit, over and over, then he’d pull out and attack first the boys inner hole then punch and punch the boys sloppy outer hole. Luke experienced rolling assgasm, the General relentlessly punching him throughout them, drawing the boys inner hole closer and closer into an addictive sexual relationship with himself. The General knew that, after he’d used the boy a few more times, the boy would only be able to orgasm through his little boy balls only by fantasizing about the General controlling him. He’d done it hundreds of times and looked forward to doing it again. And so he got back to the work at hand: destroying the boy cunt laid out before him.

Luke’s First Speedball Fistfuck Luke tried very, very hard to keep the huge mouthful of piss in his mouth. It was rank, and so potent he could feel the chems start to burn through the thin membranes of his mouth, and his desire to be filled began to build. As his master inserted his huge cock, semihard, into Luke, Luke’s hole suckled around the dick, hungry for the fuck. The General laughed, “Hungry pink whore pussy.” The General waited until he felt Luke’s hole gobble and accommodate his cock—probably only 10 inches now—and then when he felt his was deep in the boy, he began to piss. And piss. And piss. When Luke was already showing signs he was starting to fly, moving and bucking and begging, the General pulled out and pissed a huge load into the boys first chamber. The General knew from decades of experience that he’d just given the boy the equivalent of a large, deep, chempiss enema. Enough liquid that the boy’s hole was being stretched as if he’d been giving an extra large, stretching enema. But this enema was warm, and filled with pent up hours of Tina recycled through the big man’s body. He also knew that Luke was fundamentally, at his core, dehydrated—when boys served the General, the only fluids they ever received were from his cock—piss and cum in one hole or the other—and Luke’s hole would desperately try to suck the water up and that within say twenty minutes the hole would be nearly dry. So the General needed to move quickly to make the liquid stretch the boys hole more—and also, he needed the boy to fail in his task of holding the piss in his mouth. The General needed to punish the boy again before stretching that ass to oblivion. And so the General, who never played fair anyway with his slaves, decided to show Luke just how unfair he could be. He walked over to his large duffle and pulled out a relatively innocuous looking toy. It was only about six inches in length, with a series of ribs going up to a small accordion ball, with a series of small rubber nibs. The size was deceptive—at full inflation, the entire toy including the ball at the end was 14 gut-swelling inches. But the part that the General loved the most was the ball at the end. When fully inflated it was a screaming-stretch for any pig, just a little smaller than a volleyball at 21 inches of circumference. He had never brought it to its full size in a man’s second hole, but he had a few times made it that large in an experienced sluts first hole—most recently an older fistpig in a Berlin dungeon. But the beauty of the toy was its outrageous size when fully inflated. And since the General mostly loved to stretch and use holes on younger men, the experience for them was that the General had the ability to stretch and push them indefinitely, that the General could stretch their hole forever. And so the General slipped the ball into Luke’s already full first chamber. The boys body had already absorbed some but not all of the moisture from the piss, as General could hear it slosh around. Then the General started to pump the toy. For quite a while Luke was very into the stretch, moaning and gurgling around his huge mouthful of the General’s piss. After the thing got to be the size of a golf ball, it lodged itself at Luke’s anus, and the General tugged it tight, partially plugging the boys hole. Soon enough Luke’s ass was high in the air, his back arched up trying to accommodate the stretch. Now that he really had the little whore’s attention the General slowed everything down, using languid pushes to pump air slowly into the rubber nibbed ball. When he got the ball to 7 inch’s in circumference, the thing pushing liquid deeper into Luke’s gut while stretching his little ass ring unforgivingly, Luke’s lost control, and piss bubbled out of his lips while he tried to swallow. The General just smiled, “I can’t wait to punish you for that,” and then he pumped two full hard pumps. Now Luke howled, “Fuck, master, please sir, it’s too much.” But the General wasn’t done. He kept slowly inflating the toy, as Luke struggled. Finally the General gave Luke a bottle of poppers. And while this allowed Luke to accommodate the tough stretch, it also meant the General could do even more boypussy stretching. The General stopped by about an inch and half short—at 8.5 inches around—of the huge 10-13 inch diameter Annihilator dildo Luke had begged Jason and Enrique to use. The General wanted to be sure to save some room for a later session—either later that night or another time. Once the General was satisfied that 8.5 was a good size for now, he began to push the big ball into Luke’s second ring. He had no intention of actually doing it without deflating the thing, but he was sure going to enjoy trying. At first Luke clearly felt a little panic—he’d taken larger fists and arms through that hole hours ago, not to mention the General’s monster cock—but the taut little ribbed rubber stretchy ball was a difficult shape. But then he decided—as much as his over-served brain could decide anything—to make the best of it and kept himself high on the poppers. Luke was at this point an extremely hot-looking, hot mess. His body definition was out of this world due to the abuse his body had been put through, and he was drenched in sweat. He was probably the highest he had been yet, his eyes coal black with need and desire. And his ass? His ass was on fire and belonged entirely to the General. The General kept a firm, strong push going on the ball, using the little ribs for purchase, slowly pushing forward with an insistent rhythm. Luke’s inner hole flexed and bowed, but it wouldn’t let the ball in. So then the General started to let tiny amounts of air out, making the ball ever so slowly smaller. Slowly the ball became a size where it could start to slip into the second hole, and so the General slowed down until the ball was just small enough that it popped in. At the penetration Luke jumped a little with a little scream, then he moaned with pleasure, “Oh sir, please, sir, need deep stretch.” The General just smiled his cold smile and gave the ball two pumps. “Make me proud and push that out.” So Luke’s pushed and pushed, sweat dripping from his hair, and then finally he succeeded and the thing came flying out with a shout. The played this game for a while. The General would push the toy in, give a pump or two, then wait patiently while Luke pushed and moaned it out. Then the toy went back in—with no loss of air—the General pushing firmly and insistently while Luke puffed on his poppers, shouting again as the ball went in. Finally, it got to the point where, even after 15 minutes of trying, the ball wouldn’t come out. So the General began to pump. As he pumped Luke started a kind of low, almost song like groan, as he started to get desperate the General paused, scooped a big bump of Tina up and put it into his upper palm and closed his hand into the first fisting shape, the bird. The big bird went flying into Luke’s hole straight through to the inner passage where he slowly pushed the ball a little deeper. Luke was totally rigid now as the big man plastered Tina on the back side of the ball and then dumped the rest into Luke’s hole. Luke gave a little cry at the burn, then as the General folded his hand and pulled out, Luke gave a small scream as his hole connected with the bigger pile on the back of the ball. The new, extra dose of Tina made Luke forget, again, his need for self-preservation and so the General pumped, slowly, some more. After a few pumps he reached around and felt the bulge of the rubber ball through in Luke’s fat-free abs. It was probably an inch smaller than it had been in Luke’s outer hole—a good place to leave it. But Luke’s hole didn’t want to leave it, and soon his colon was insulating, pushing the toy ever so slightly back and forth. So the General pumped again, going and going until finally it was too much, and Luke was rigid and panting. “Who owns that hole?” the General demanded. “You do, sir, it’s all yours sir,” Luke managed, voice ragged with pain. And so the General gave two more pumps until Luke began a low keening, and the General left it in place and went to gather a whip and some more supplies to punish and fist the boys hole. The General gathered his heavily-laced fisting lube, another pair of tit clamps, and a small box which contained the crushed remains of several opium suppositories. Holding this all in one giant hand, he grabbed his single-tail whip with the other. As he strode over he grinned—fuck this whore made him happy—because Luke had clearly gotten used to and started loving the stretch. He was still dripping sweat and moaning, but now with pleasure as he undulated his ass and torso around the big ball. Deciding the boy could use the hydration, the General gently lifted Like by his shoulder until his ass rested on his ankles. The big ball shifted down, putting pressure on his colon, and Luke panted. The General paused, fascinated to watch the bulge descend down Luke’s abs until it must have lodged again his second hole. The General lifted Luke’s now jet-black eyes to his own, “You thirsty, pigwhore?” Luke paused, as if thinking about something other than the fiery need in his ass was somehow novel, and said, “Yes, sir.” “Drink me, then, drink from the lord of your body,” the General commanded. And so Luke guzzled the foul chempiss to quench his thirst. After that, they played the push the ball out game for about one half hours with Like struggling fruitlessly to expel the big ball. And then the ball got small enough that it didn’t expel all the way, but instead got lodged right in the middle of Luke’s second ring. Seeing this has a sign from the universe, the General then proceeded to very determinedly stretch that second ring. It only took a few pumps for the toy to start to really stretch the boys deep ring. Luke huffed and puffed on his poppers and did pretty well at first. But as intended, he soon began to suffer. He had his chest pressed flat against the floor, his ass reared up, and he would grown and moan as he tried to take the pain. Luke begged, “Please, sir, give me a minute to get used to it, please sir.” So the General complied. Giving Luke exactly one minute and Luke would groan and then the Tina would kick in and he would indeed relax. Then the second the minute ended, the General would give two big quick pumps and start again. The General did this over and over until the toy was just about the size of the annihilator’s head—he’d slipped his hand inside the boys hole and felt the thing— and then he stopped. Luke was groaning continuously and shaking like a leaf, so great was the shock of the stretch. The General stroked his big cock and watched one of his favorite sights in the world, an already-destroyed twink being pushed to their limits, as Luke’s face cycled through feelings of pain, then shock as some part of him registered the giant ball, then lust as the Tina made him crave it more, then shame that he could continue to desire his own destruction. The General then prepared Luke’s first speedball as he combined a several big scoops of the crushed opium and a big pile of Tina. He then walked his box of opium over to his bag and dropped it in. He knew to only give a boy a dose once, because the opium stayed in his system longer, so it couldn’t be microdosed or given multiple times in a way that would work. He then divided the two doses up, and then mixed quite a bit more Tina with one pile. He scooped up the first, more balanced opium-Tina pile, slid it in his palm and closed his fist around it. “I am about to fuck you up, boy,” the General said, as he slid his balled fist into the boys second chamber. He opened his hand and began pressuring the combined drug mixture against the boys cunt walls. Delivery into the bloodstream through the thin flesh was quick, and burning, and Luke whimpered. Then he felt the strange high of the combination and his hole loosened and so the General stretched his inner hole steadily. By the time the boy was rigid again—the relaxant could only do so much—the toy was approaching the 13 inch’s around of the anihilators shaft. The boy was gone, riding imaginary clouds of bliss from the opium while the Tina kept a steady beat, demanding that his hole be used. The General kept him here for a couple of minutes then quickly deflated the toy and pulled it out. He got Luke up on his hands and knees, ass raised, and whispered, “Punishment time.” Luke nodded, gone to the world. The General stood to the side and lashed a perfect single strait welt across the middle of Luke’s ass. Luke cried out, “Fuuuuuck,” and his body levitated up and then down and he collapsed. The General reached down and grabbed Luke by the hair and put him in position on his hands and knees, back arched to present his ass and head up to increase the line of his back. “Now that I’ve got your attention, this is your position. You will get out of position because this single-tail hurts like a motherfucker but you will try to stay in position. If you collapse again or don’t immediately return to position, that’s an extra lash. I am pleased you’ve already earned one extra lash.” Luke kept his position but groaned. And so Luke got three more stripes on his ass, then two to form an ‘x’ on his back. Each time he shouted or keened, but then the drugs would kick in and he’d moan and get himself ready for more. When the General stood at each of Luke’s sides, and delivered a lash from the right and then another from the left that started in the middle of his back and then reached around and struck his abdomen, Luke screamed and cried, almost completely loosing it before regaining control. After delivering two final, full arm strength burning welts to Luke’s ass the General tossed aside his whip. He quickly dumped the rest of the snow ball—this one with twice the meth of the first dose—into a lube tube and filled it with fresh chempiss and fisting powder. The General pushed Luke’s head down, “Chest flat to ground, ass up and cheeks open, make your back a straight line.” Luke complied, holding his asscheeks wide. His hole was like a living thing, winking and flexing. “Hungry boywhore,” the General said, sliding the tube into the boy. He kept sliding and Luke was so high he didn’t even notice how deep it was. Once the hose was buried, the General quickly dumped the entire huge load of Tina and opium in the boys ass. The burn was the most intense Luke had felt, and he started yelling. The General slid the tube out, balled up his fist and gently slipped it inside the boy. Then in a show of raw animal strength he grabbed Luke by the throat and in one motion picked the boy up by the fist speared in his ass and by his throat. He held the boy up by his throat and spun him to face him. The boy was scrambling, trying to hold on and he grabbed the General’s huge shoulders. Overwhelmed by sensations, Luke’s eyes were wide, as he slid down until the big fist was at his second door. The General reached forward and wrapped his big hand around the boy’s much smaller throat and he squeezed, cutting of Luke’s air supply. Luke panicked and his arms went to his throat, his eyes begging the General, and as he did so the new dose of opium and Tina kicked fully in and his second hole opened and the big fist went into the hole in little fits and starts. When the fist was lodged fully into that second ring, stretching at the widest part across the huge knuckles, the General released his death grip, and grabbed Luke by the top of his hair and held him in place. Luke was swimming in sensations, lust and euphoria from what was essentially a Tina slam deep in his guts, relaxation and yet more euphoria from the opium, and all of these were overriding any pain message he body should have been sending. Luke was aware of the stretch, but his body only told him that he needed more. The General walked him the few steps over and gently put him into the sling, fist still lodged at its widest point in the second hole. The whole process of huge drug dose to massive penetration took mere seconds, but in those seconds the General altered the sexual wiring of little Luke. Luke looked at him with total adoration, fueled yes by the drugs, but also for the way the General represented the apex of the masochistic desires the men had been bringing out over several days. The General handed the boy poppers and began to fist. He worked slowly and methodically, leaving his big balled fist in the middle of the boys second hole, as he slowly and gently began twisting and turning the boys inner ring. He wanted to make sure Luke could stilll register pain so he slowly expanded the shape of his hand. Luke grunted, “Fucking big fist.” Good the General thought, the dosage was perfect. Enough to allow the General to do outrageous things to the boys hole but not sure much that he couldn’t see feedback from the boy and prevent permanent damage. The General was gentle, and first he worked the boys hole from the first ring to the second ring. After about half an hour, the boy was loose enough that he could begin punching fucking the boy gently. He slowly sped up as the hole loosened, churning the boys guts by twisting and turning as he went in and out, until after about another 1/2 hour he was delivering five short brutal closed fist punches followed by four slightly deeper ones knocking on the boys second ring. Luke was enthusiastic about it all, emitting a kind of sing song keening moan of pleasure. The General was careful to only occasionally allow his fist to tease the boys second hole. Soon, though, the fire the General had banked deep inside the boy began to blaze and Luke became dissatisfied with the relatively shallow fisting and began to beg, “Deeper, please master, fist me deeper,” desperation growing in his voice as the General ignored him. Finally, when Luke’s second hole began to push back and Luke kept trying to capture the big fist, the General smoothly pushed his balled fist inside the boys second ring. Luke sighed and groaned, despite his desires it was still a big stretch. The General then set up to systematically destroy the boy’s inner ring just as he had his first hole.

The Best Chemsex Fuck of Luke’s Life Much later, The General was lying on the floor, Luke’s back, perfectly arched, was framed between his huge thighs, his knees up. Luke’s tongue was buried in the General’s hole, giving the big man incredible pleasure with his excellent, eager tongue worship. The boys perfect little back and ass were marked with new bright handprints and visible belt lines from the various times over the last five hours the General had paused his fucking to belt, spank, or slap Luke, these marks in turn layered over purplish marks from previous beltings and spankings he’d endured over his several days of hard servitude in the dungeons of the brothel. The boy’s hole was loose and open, and occasionally a little cum or lube would dribble out. The General smiled, the little slut was an amazing fuck. And it was clear he had a streak for pain and subjugation and hunger for big black men to dominate him. The General tapped Luke on the head and, after giving the musky asshole a bit more tongue Luke’s face popped up. As the big man settled his knees down Luke did four long sniffs of poppers—try as he might, he still couldn’t quite deepthroat the General without being forced to scream from ball torture or with some poppers—then he began to service the big cock. After he’d tortured the boy, the General had picked him up and tossed him in the sling. He handed the boy a bottle of poppers and then he prepared a lube gun with a 1/2 gram, his own potent chempiss, and a bunch of fisting powder. The boy was already needy, begging for cock, but the General liked to keep his boys out of their minds with lust, so he slid the tube in deep and dropped the 1/2 gram. He tucked dozens of shards into the ladders of his cock and shoved in, spearing the boy’s hole with his thick burning dick. Luke shouted and shouted for about twenty seconds, then the drugs kicked in, his ass opened, and the colon welcomed the General in. The General grinned, “Fuck ya, whore,” then he began to fuck. He fucked the boy for nearly five hours straight, only pausing long enough for a spanking, a belting, or to load yet more shards in the metal on his insatiable cock. He fucked the boy in the sling, then rode his ass around the room, Luke crying out in ecstasy. He’d plowed Luke standing up, his body leaning against the wall, Luke on his side, his legs spread wide while the General pulled out and punched his cock deep in the boys squelching, steaming boycunt at various angles. From time to time he’d reach around and squeeze Luke’s sore balls—the General loved the way it made Luke’s asshole clench—and then he’d let go and pound away. When the General jackknifed Luke’s legs back tight against Luke’s small, lightly-muscled shoulders, pounding the boy with long strokes that gutted the boy’s ass so, so, deep, Luke would gaze at the General brutally-handsome face worshipfully. Luke would strokes the muscles on the Generals shoulders and stroke and squeeze the big man’s biceps, cooing with pleasure at the man’s dominant masculinity. The General would make out with the boy then, forcefully sticking his long tongue deep into Luke’s throat. Luke would wrap his arms around the man’s thick neck and beg him to please never, ever, stop fucking him. The General smiled contently to himself, enjoying the boy’s eager sucking, Luke’s tongue caressing the barbells along the underside of his big fat tool. He reached his giant right hand down and used it to encircle the back of Luke’s head, and he pushed forcefully down, forcing Luke’s mouth to the root of his cock. Luke spluttered and strained, but did not resist, content to feel his role as whore before the big cock he now craved deep in his soul. After a 20 minutes of using the sputtering, slobbery boy’s throat as a human flashlight, the General pulled out. “Is that boywhore pussy hungry?, the General sneered, “Does it need filling?” Luke, fucked up for hours of drugs, smiled, “Yes, sir, please sir, I need you inside me again.” “Rest your ass on your ankles, spread your hands wide, and turn you face up, whore mouth open,” the General ordered. It was a lot of instructions for a drugged up boy, and Luke struggled, getting everything right but his hands, which were balled up. “Open your palms, cunt,” the General said impatiently. When Luke stared blankly the General grunted and used his big hands to force Luke’s hands into position. He then slapped Luke’s face left and right, left and right, until Luke was seeing stars again. “Disobedience,” slap left, slap right, “Results ,” slap left, slap right, “In,” now two bone-jarring slaps left, then right, “Discipline.” And finally, grabbing Luke by his hair, he pulled the boy upright, Luke’s limb’s flailing, he punched the kid hard in the stomach, one, two, three, four, times. He then unceremoniously dropped the boy, Luke’s scrambling and shouting. “Get in the position I ordered immediately, whore,” the General said coldly. Luke complied, his eyes bright with tears, and now he looked at the big man with deep lust as well as renewed fear. The General grinned—such a turn on that fear was!—and ordered, “Open your mouth and take my superior African piss in your white whoremouth. Do not swallow until I say.” Luke immediately opened his mouth, The General stepped forward and placed the front of his feet directly onto Luke’s hands. He shifted his weight forward ever so slowly and Luke looked up with a pleading howl. The General smiled, “Don’t worry, little whore, I won’t break any bones today. But remember, I could and I would.” Luke nodded, gasping out “Yes, sir.” Then the General filled Luke’s mouth until his checks bulged like a chipmunk, the stench of the bright yellow chempiss filling the air. “Keep that in your mouth, boywhore, failure means painful punishment,” he warned darkly, “Now chest low to the ground and ass up. Your master’s going to gift your ass with potent chempiss and then I am going to stretch you like no one else can.”

Luke and the General General Murtala Muhammed of Nigeria stood 6’ 11,” his jet black skin shimmered in the light, his shoulders and arms plated with muscle, and his huge v- shaped torso drew the eye down to his 14-inch cock, as big as a child’s arm. The head was pierced with a large thick ring, and the entire shaft plated with barbells. Back in Nigeria the General had three wives and dozens of mistresses. With a seemingly endless sexual drive, he’d fathered upward of twenty-five children. But the General had a secret, a secret he could only satisfy in the anonymity of the Western sexual underworld. The General had an almost insatiable need to punish young blonde male ass. Rooted in the teasing he’d endured from a group of British boys at the elite private boarding school he’d attended, that teasing had fueled him as a revolutionary figure and it drove him, on this night, to this particular male brothel in Chicago. Because if there was one man who would have the kind of no-holds-barred blonde twink he savored, it would be the Uber-nasty Karzinski. When the General had phoned, Karzinski said he had the perfect boy. And when he had seen Luke, he’d been thrilled. “How long you in the states? The boy’s with two of my toughest trainers for about 72 hours, then I’ve promised his sore pussy to my biggest boys as a reward for work well done,” Karzinski said, “I can have him rested up—even as short as thirty-six hours.” The General had looked at some other boys from Karzinski’s stable—two 19 year olds and a twenty-one year old—but none were as appealing as Luke. “No, when your boys are done give his hole your loads of chempiss and supplement that with a quarter. Leave him in the dark with one of your thickest plugs. Also, charge me the torture supplement. I need to pierce some white-slut balls tonight.” Luke was starry-eyed at the sight of the General, his massive body, and his huge, huge cock. “I am the General,” the massive black man crowded, “And you will call me master, sir, or daddy.” With that last word he clipped a set of big heavy tit clamps on Luke. When Luke hissed, the General laughed. “Listen colonialist whore, I am going to hurt you much worse than that tonight.” The General had Luke kneel, and he slipped his massive cock into Luke’s mouth. “Make a seal bitch, and drink the piss from my superior African cock.” Luke drank the piss, rank from chems, obediently, his green eyes locked worshipfully on the giant black man and his muscles. When he was finished, the General facefucked Luke hard for about 1/2 hour ignoring how the smaller young man puttered and retched. He grabbed the curly mop of blonde hair on Luke’s head and lifted him up. He took his huge right hand and slapped Luke across the face five times. “You need to learn to suck cock like the wore you are,” the General said after each slap. Luke face was bright red, the outline of the man’s hand clearly outlined. He’d busted the corner of Luke’s lip, and a little drizzle of blood ran down. Grabbing Luke’s hair again, he roughly brought him to a poll in the corner of the room with a small rough wooden seat with a cutout for Luke’s ass, and then the General shoved Luke down to sit on the little bench. He quickly bound Luke’s upper body to the pole, leaving his pecs and tits free and then he yanked the tit clamps that Luke still work and replaced them with a heavy pair with sharp teeth, smiling darkly as Luke hissed in pain. He cuffed Luke’s ankles onto a spreader bar and bound his legs into a sitting position. Satisfied that Luke couldn’t move, he put a wide collar, that forced Luke to look straight forward, around his neck. The General then yanked out the plug in Luke’s ass, dropped a 1/4 gram into his palm, and then swiftly entered Luke with his hand in bird position, Luke cried out by the General just pushed into Luke’s second ring. Luke wailed at the sudden stretch and then groaned as the General deposited the Tina around his hole. After swiftly pulling out the General grabbed a bigger round plug he’d preselected and pushed it smoothly into Luke’s hole. The General stood, his proud 14 inches rearing mightily, and he said “Open your mouth wide whore.” When Like obeyed his pushed his cock into Luke’s mouth until about 10 inches were lodged inside and then he bagan to fuck, each time going a little deeper. Luke tried hard to control his responses, but the cock was a monster and he still retched and gagged. The facefuck lasted about thirty minutes, leaving saliva and some stomach juices running down Luke’s face and body. “That was better,” the General smirked, before backhanding Luke, “But you still have a lot to learn about pleasing me.” The General then went over to the big duffel he’d brought in and sat it down. “I am going to show you the kinds of pain I enjoy giving men, sometimes because they displease me, sometimes only for my own enjoyment.” Luke couldn’t see what was happening below his neck but he cried out when the General ripped the clamps off his tits. He then gasped when he felt the General’s mouth on his right it, the General chewed and nipped and it felt good, and then the General bit down hard several times and Luke screamed. The General did this to his other tit, and then he felt the General wipe his nipple and Luke smelled rubbing alcohol. And then the General quickly and efficiently pierced each of Luke’s tits, his cock rising at the sound of Luke’s screams. The minute those screams subsided, he then pierced each of Luke’s boytits in the other direction. As Luke felt the second needle prick his skin he begged, “No, please, sir, ahhhhhh.” Once the boys tits were pierced, the needles forming an X, the General said, “Open. Try harder.” He face fucked Luke, pleased to see he took another inch, for about 10 minutes. When he pulled out, “See slut, I know how to motivate you.” The General moved on to cock and ball torture, first squeezing Luke’s nuts until he screamed and begged. Then he used a series of small wooden hammers and clubs on Luke’s balls, letting the pain pile in waves until Luke was begging him to stop. Once the General had Luke screaming in pain, he would switch back to squeezing or slapping the boy’s smallish but swelling balls with his big hand. Once he was satisfied the balls were tender and sore, swollen to about twice their normal size, he carefully laid Luke’s soft cock out on the board with his balls flat on either side. Then he used a series of tiny little needles with plastic handles to pierce the skin around each one, stretching them out so the actual egg of the testical was very visible. Luke groaned and moaned, but he realized there was little he could do to stop this pain. Once the nuts were secured, he slipped a leather bit into Luke’s mouth and tied it tight behind his head. He then proceeded to pierce all around Luke’s soft boycock, the little needles fixing his dick to the board. Luke hated this, and he groaned and pleaded, but the man worked on without a care or concern. Satisfied that all the skin on Luke’s genitals was fixed painfully into place, the General slapped Luke hard, five times with his right hand and five times with his right. And then before the boy could overcome the shock of the painful slaps he efficiently and quickly sent long needles into the exact middle of each of Luke’s balls at exactly the same time. Luke screamed and screamed as the General sat back, smiling and jacking his rock hard cock. Once Luke settled down, the General pieced through the middle of Luke’s cock, making sure the needle when through the little bundle of nerves on the underside, affixing his cock to the board. Luke only cried out at this, his mind trying to protect him from all the pain emanating like fire from his most private places, nearly passing out. But he woke up and screamed like hell when the General pierced his cockhead in the other direction, making a T shape with the second needle. By this point Luke’s eyes were glazed over, tears streaming down his face. The General smiled and then started connecting electrical wires to the piercings in each ball and at the end of Luke’s boy cock, now slowly dripping with precum. The General removed Luke’s bit and scooped some of Luke’s precum up and shoved his fingers into Luke’s mouth. “Looks like you’re a pain pig, whore.” Luke mindlessly sucked on the man’s big fingers. He then forced Luke’s mouth open and slid his cock in as far as it would go and turned on the little TENS unit. At first the electro was relatively soft, and Luke was distracted by the forceful facefuck. But as they began to hurt he would open his mouth to yell and the General would pounce, his thick cock like a snake striking prey, and he’d lodge his cock further down Luke’s gullet and fuck. Soon, as Luke continued to scream and shout, the big man got the entire length of his cock into Luke ‘s mouth. The General adjusted the unit to repeat the most painful part of the program and fucked and fucked the boys throat, Luke’s screams muffled by the huge tube of flesh that was soon becoming the center of his universe. After about ten minutes of torturing the boy at the highest level, the General stopped the shocks and settled in, rough fucking the boys face. Luke was a mess, saliva and mucus ran out of his mouth each time the monster cock was pulled out, only to be punched into his throat in one big brutal push. After another fifteen minutes, the General decided he needed to cum, so he set the little Electro unit to deliver a continuous tattoo of five second jolts of electro into poor Luke’s tortured cock and balls. As Luke opened his mouth to scream, the General began fucking the open throat hard. This went on for five tortuous minute, until finally the General, feeling his load ready to burst, flipped a switch and the electro shocked Luke continuously. Luke was in agony, his arms locked in a rictus of pain, and then the General’s cock shot buckets of cum, coating Luke’s tongue, throat and filling his stomach. Satisfied that his orgasm was complete he pulled out, and smiled down at Luke’s screams. He kept that agony up about ninety seconds before he turned the unit off. Luke was crying, great silent tears, blood trickled from his lip—the additional slaps and brutal facefuck had opened his wounded lips. A trickle of blood bubbled from his right tilt and the tip of his cock where it was pierced. The General smiled coldly and removed the boys collar. He held Luke’s chin in his big palm, “You like pain, whore?” Luke looked at him and unconvincingly said, “Yes, sir.” The General laughed and slapped and slapped Luke, each slap hard and fast. When he stopped he said, “You do not lie to me. I am the master of your body, try again.” Luke shakily said, “Yes and no, sir.” The General smiled and forced Luke’s mouth open and sent a big wad of spit into Luke mouth. “That’s better,” he said. Luke soon found that removing piercings hurt as much or more than they had going in. The General worked quickly—“I am doing this kindly, quickly, this time whore because you are new and I am eager to use and abuse your boy hole,” the General said quietly, reaching in for a passionate forceful kiss as he pulled both needles out of the boys balls at once. Once every needle was out—Luke was quietly weeping again from the pain, the General removed the ropes and pulled Luke up by his shoulders. Luke was still wobbly so the General loosely bound him to the pole and then gently bathed his tits and sore, swollen ballswith rubbing alcohol and antibiotic ointment, and then wrapped them in several layers of soft cloth. The General did the same thing with Luke’s dick. The General stood in front of Luke, holding one ball in each hand. “What am I the master of, whore?” He said. Luke looked up and said, “You are the master of my body.” And then Luke screamed as the General squeezed his sore nuts hard through the bandages. The General made Luke suffer for a solid minute before smiling and stepping back

Luke’s Swollen Hole is Busted Open Again—at his request At some point, after they had used his swollen hole for hour, they had moved to the floor and double fucked him, sometimes actively, sometimes resting between them with a depth trainer or a small balled rigid toy deep up up his cunt. Luke quivered and mewed, his mind torn between the desire they kept hot through big spurts of Tina piss or surprise bumps of Tina on the lining of his stretched out hole and the soreness of his cunt from anus to deep inside. There was a place deep inside his pussy, that felt like his core, this place burned with maschoistic need to continue to be used. It was this place that thrilled when one or the other of the men would slide his big cock out and run his closed fist deep into his insides, releasing a small pile of Tina and fist him alongside his buddies’ hard cock. It this aching, burning need to be stretched, that drove him to ask to see the dildos he hadn’t taken. It was that need that made him immediately start to touch himself when he saw the giant, brutal head of a annihilator dildo—a semi-hard monster with a 12 inch around head a 18 inch thigh base. Luke started pinching his tits, rubbing his abs, and begging his daddies to hurt him, stretch him, with that monster cock. Enrique and Jason had been delighted to comply. Jason slowly worked his fist into Luke’s hole, fucking him, then released a 1/4 gram of crystal from inside his hand. They then got an adjustable stool—the toy weighed nine pounds—and lubed the boys hole as deep as the little nozzle would reach. The lubed it up slid the head inside gently. They’d given Luke complete freedom of movement, and a big bottle of poppers with a nose pump. Luke was huffing and he groaned loaudly but he opened his legs, welcoming the big toy and enjoying the massive stretch. They paused for a second until Luke asked for more and they pushed the big head further in. As it started to part Luke’s inner sphincter, Luke huffed and puffed like his life depended on it. When they got the head about halfway in, they waited until Luke was breathing evenly. “Now Luke,” Jason said firmly, “You said you wanted this toys so you are going to take a least half of it, but you don’t have to take it all.” Luke nodded, “Thank you daddy, but I need this. Once the pain is over it feels fucking amazing.” Luke looked up, pleadingly, “If it gets hard, will you keep getting me higher. The pig inside me is begging to be used like this.” Jason took over and slowly pushed the toy until the widest part of the head was at the second sphenticer and he held it there. Luke huffed and puffed and then Jason pushed the toy in slowly. He worked the boys hole very gently barely moving the toy, then he slowly pulled out of the boys second hole and then slowly went back in, holding Luke at the widest part of the enormous head. Luke was in piggy heaven, it was hurting and immensely pleasurable at the same time, but Jason was doing everything with the greatest restraint. Meanwhile, Enrique got one of the smaller lube tubs they had and dumped in a half gram, another ecstasy, and a big pile of fisting powder, he then filled it halfway with chempiss and took it over to Jason. Jason handed off the big toy and finished filling the tube and then grabbed a long thin plastic tube marked with inch’s. The toy was only 12 inch’s of insertable length, but to be safe he though they should start at 20 and then lube their way down. Enrique was slow fucking Luke’s hole. Pulling the monster dildo out all the way and then very slowly sliding it in, each time giving the hole maybe a centimeter more. Luke squealed every time the giant head went into his second hole, but he was enthusiastic about the fuck. The boy clearly had tons of drugs in his system, but he’d asked to get used by the monster dildo and so Jason waited until Enrique pulled out. Jason then slide the tube into the boys hole about 20 inch’s deep. Enrique picked up the monster cock and slipped it inside Luke’s sagging cunt alongside the narrow tube. Luke gave the smallest grunt as the big head entered his second hole. “You don’t really need it but we want you higher,” Enrique growled, “But first you are going to make your daddies proud.” Enrique pushed slowly until he was about six inches deeper, the boys hole stretching wider from tip to mid-shaft. Luke handled it well, but he was panting “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” “Whore, we’ve not even begun to fuck you yet,” Jason growledm and then he began pumping the thick lube, concentrated with Tina, all at once into that deep spot. Even as high as he was, Luke still shouted at the sting, his body shaking as Jason removed the tube. As soon as the tube was free Enrique began to slowly, slowly, push. Enrique pushed very gently and very slowly, but he also never stopped. Luke was groaning loudly,but he kept his legs open and pushed out, trying to take the huge tool. Luke was plastered in sweat—from the drugs and from the effort needed to accept the monster dildo—his asslips stretched and stretched, thinner and thinner, as the base of the dildo continued to widen his already stuffed hole. Since the boy was too lost in pain and pleasure to do it himself, Jason made him do lots of poppers. For the last four inches, Luke panted and cried out, but he didn’t fight the deep stretch, and he kept his body fluid. And while he’d taken toys at nearly thirty inches up his boypussy, the nearly thirteen inch head was a big challenge as it approached its sixteen inches of insertable depth. For the last two inches Luke was silent, his mouth open as if in a silent yell as his outer assplis stretched nearly twenty inches and the huge head stretchinto his gut deep. They fucked Luke with the monster toy for seven or eight hours, sweat pouring off of his body and theirs. The ten pound toy had given both top men a good arm workout. The toy was too big and heavy to punch fuck with, but Luke still got a pretty hard fucking as his hole got looser and looser. They would get him opened at one angle, and then grab his attention but shifting to the right or to the left. Jason especially like to fuck Luke’s outer hole, then his second ring, then take the toy out and plunge it back in to the root. Luke squealed and groaned but the Tina made him crave the stretch and the X kept him calm. He was so focused on his ass, neither his mind nor his body showed any resistance. When his hole started swelling shut again, they would slow down but fucked him to the full depth for a while before lubing the tool up with thick white lubricants and coating the underside of the big head with Tina and opening Luke’s hole up again. Then finally they decided they were getting tired and the boys hole was swelling shut again so they gently fucked him, still as deep as it would go, enjoying the way Luke’s face showed conflicting feelings of pain and ecstasy. Luke had been back and forth from the sling to his hands and knees on the floor and so they ended up on the floor with both their cocks inside. The boys hole was so loose, they had to stick one of the largest depth trainers they owned up it to make it tight enough for their cocks to stay inside the boy. From time to time one or the other of the two top doms would lift Luke into the swing, and then one man would stand behind the swing and pull Luke up and the other would stick his arm out and then the one behind would let Luke go and the force of gravity would make him swallow the other man’s arm. They almost made him take it full depth, to the shoulder, which they had easily done before his hole had swelled up. Usually this would lead to both men deep fisting Luke, and sometimes with a little bump to make it easier. But other times Lule would lie there and wonder why he still liked it, why he needed it, even through the aching pain. Finally the top men decided they were done, and so they each took a big thick depth trainer and put the handle around the base of the shaft and balls and they double penetrated Luke, their huge cocks rubbing against each other until they came, Luke moaning and grunting between them. They stuffed a big buttplug up his ass and left him, with his belly full of big loads of their of potent piss, and his ass still moving with desire, in the sling. About twenty minutes later, Karzinski and several of his biggest burliest guards showed up. They fucked, punched and fisted Luke’s swollen pussy for four more hours. Luke took even the biggest-handed guards arms past the elbow, and Karzinski punch fucked Luke to the shoulder. Luke cried out and occasionally screamed, but he knew not to resist. But for the last hour, as each of them punched his sore pussy as deep as they could, tears streamed down his face. Each of the men dropped a huge load in his hole, and then Karzinski dumped a pile of Tina in has hand and shoved it into Luke hole to dissolved it. He then put the big plug in, and left Luke alone in the dark, his arms and legs bound to the sling. Pulsing disco music began to play as familiar hunger began to build deep in Luke’s fiery boypussy. For around an hour, as Luke lay bound in the swing, potent chempiss with an extra quarter of Tina was absorbed until the delicate walls of his colon. He became almost incapable of thoughts, but of only need, a need to have his hole stretched and used, to be slapped around and fucked. Any sense that he might need to be coming down, or relaxing, after over 72 solid hours of very hard abuse, went out the door. Luke could only think of the next fuck, and then the door to the dungeon opened and the dim lights went up, and Luke realized that for his next fuck, he would be fucked by a god.

Luke’s Gaping Hole Used and Abused Several hours later, Enrique was laying on his side on the padded dungeon floor. His big thick cock, still hard, was buried balls deep in Luke hole. Luke was on his side facing away from Enrique, his legs were drawn up tight to accommodate Jason’s ten hard inches. Luke’s hole was nearly swollen shut, his entire colon from from anus to the depths of Jason’s and Enrique’s biceps throbbing and tender. Both of them knew from first-hand experience—they’d fisted Luke nearly bicep deep a dozen times each since it happened. They were surrounded by dozens of toys dripping with lube, cum, and in a few cases pink mucus from Luke’s enflamed chute. The toys were all of the longest ones available, and most were the soft, spongy silicone that was designed for ease of entry. There was six different varieties of depth trainers—these they would send up between their cocks, wrapping the cords around one or the other of the top men’s balls. This meant that every movement, every motion in-or-out, meant they were fucking Luke deep inside too. Of particular pride, though, to the two nasty tops, where the 10 long and thick dildos on the floor around them. There was the horse dildo, of semi firm consistency. It went into Luke’s swollen hole its insertable length of 15.5 inches, stretching his hole open 14 inches in diameter at its widest point. Then because little Luke’s doms believed in extra credit, it had been pushed and pushed until the base was inserted and Luke got a fucking nearly 20 inches deep. A particular challenge for Luke’s swollen hole had been the Goliath. It started at a mere 8 inches in diameter, but it ended up a fat 16 inches at the balls. But then, Luke, for extra credit (after a quarter gram was all around delivered all around his tightly-stretched hole at the base of the shaft), screaming and groaning while Jason kept pushing, but Luke eventually huffed and puffed until the giant balls stretched his hole open another two inches in diameter and the fat fucker violated his hole it’s fyll length of 14 inches from his second ring upward. They played with this toy until Luke’s hole could open around the big balls and the balls themselves were starting to slide through the second hole under the incredible weight of it. Using the cord embedded in the base to fuck him with the monster. Luke got a good deep fisting after that. And so it went, massive toy after massive toys, then deep, rough, fisting. They had been at this stage for something like four hours. Right now, they were back in a relax mode, with just two hard cocks and a swollen, painful yet begging boy hole. Several times already they’d DP’d the boy and then relaxed on the comfortable floor. Their big cocks stayed hard, and the slightest movement set Luke to quivering, giving occasional little groans and starts. Jason savored every single act he performed in his sex life, from the loook of alarm when the bottom realized just how long and fat his cock was to the first scream when he lit that boys hole up with a fist full of of Tina. But really, he savored the last few hours of abuse the most, and his best partner in this was Enrique, who loved it just as much as he did. They both loved the quiet times, their big cocks rubbing each other and keeping them hard as they slowly explored the unbelievably fiery and soft tissue of a swollen hole. Jason knew that somewhere in deep Luke’s hide brain, a voice of self-preservation was telling him he should have stopped hours ago (if he’d had any choice in the matter, anyways) but no part of Luke’s brain was controlling him now, for something like 40 hours ago he’d surrendered control of his body to two things: his hole and Tina. And Enrique and Jason kept giving him doses of Tina to keep it that way. After they’d given Luke the huge load of enhanced Tina piss, he’d easily taken their elbows. They then worked and worked his hole to a little past their elbows over several hours. Still not satisfied, they’d bound Luke to a sling and given him the ability to control his own poppers and brought out one of the cruelest and most effective tools in their arsenal. This was a 36 inch long flexible steel cord topped with a 3/4 inch ball that was covered in tiny openings. They filled the large pump that went with it with a gram of Tina, dissolved that with a big load of chempiss from each of them, and then threw in some fisting powder. The resulting mix was guaranteed to cause an equal mix of pain and pleasure to the boy, as well as assure them that Luke would take their biceps. Jason had started out, as he was the acknowledged master of using the thing. Jason used the little ball to gently fuck around inside the boys hole, at that point still open and hungry, then he slid his hand in and positioned the sphere exactly at its widest point in the boys battered inner hole. He pulled the big handle on the pump and the little sphere filled with thick liquid. As a little of that seeped out, Luke made a little sound of pleasure. Jason then looked down at switch near the handle of the second pump. Setting one would delivered a tiny burst of additional liquid into the sphere pushing out a relatively small burst of liquid through the sphere. Bottoms described that as feeling like a little sting of static electricity inside, setting 2, which was larger, like a quick match burn, 3 like a Roman candle was burning inside you and Continuous like a burning log being shoved inside. As expected, Luke enjoyed having setting one used on his inner sphincter. He roared, however when Jason jolted him with a level 2. With each burst his hole would suck the ball inside the hole and Jason would have to go in an align at it widest point. He then gave Luke a three at that point and the screams were sustained. But then what always happened, once the Tina was absorbed a deep hunger took over. Since Jason was interested in getting the boy bicep deep on his and Enrique’s arms, he didn’t turn continuous on. He’d just wanted to get the boys attention and deliver a fresh wave of hunger. Jason pushed the tube in fairly quickly, carefully weaving the little ball as deep as he could. It was a famously difficult toy and had been designed that way. The steel tubing was flexible, but demanding, and it put tension on the colon to remain straight. The little ball was hard. He’d created it to use for super deep opening and also for torture. He’d once been paid by a Leather man in Berlin to punish his boy (and long time boyfriend) because he’d caught him stealing drugs. The boy—Frederick—had been gorgeous, brown hair and big brown eyes, broad shoulders, six pack, hard bubble ass and a real masochist. The top and his friends had brutally fisted Frederick for over 24 hours before Jason arrived. Frederick had been bound to the sling, immobilized and despite Jason’s urging, was given no poppers. Although the boy had a tough hole, the brutality had swelled his hole nearly shut. Jason had lubed everything up and started pushing, slowly but steadily, until the hose was half buried. Even though Frederick was an experienced bottom it was becoming agony, and he was crying and begging. Then he turned the pump to continuous flow and pumped, Frederick screaming and yelling, until the hose was buried all the way. After that, Frederick took everybody’s arm shoulder deep that night. Once Jason had blasted Luke’s second ring several times, the little ball began it’s descent deeper and deeper into Luke’s hole. Jason had given the boy the big concentrated Tina blasts as a kindness—unlike what his master had demanded for Frederick, for Luke Jason wanted to build a hunger to help offset the pain. The blasts of Tina helped Luke take the tube deep, but they soon got past the point where nothing had gone before. Jason moved slowly and deliberately, telling the boy to push out gently as he felt the way. All of the deep enemas had straighten the hole out slightly, but the hard metal ball and the insistent steel tube became harder and harder to take. Jason pushed very very slowly, moving carefully and mindful of twist and turns, but Jason was determine Luke’s hole should conform to his demands. Jason pushed Luke well past the point of kindness, well past the point of decency, well past what Luke could take. Luke was in sheer agony, as the tiny hard ball went deeper and deeper. When there were about three inches of the toy left, when Luke’s body was a richtus of pain and he was screaming and crying at the same time, Jason gave him one squirt of level two. Luke roared and then within seconds the hole opened and Jason pushed again very very slowly, and at first it was easier for Luke, but soon it wasn’t. Luke was crying again, groaning, and pleading “I will do anything, please, sir, please, it’s two deep.” Jason slapped Luke’s ass, “I decide what too deep, dumb whore.” As Luke screamed as his hole tightened hard around the cruel metal, Jason said, “But I can be a nice guy, so I will give you some Tina deep inside to help you finish but if I do that then Enrique’s is going to do the same thing to you with the bigger ball, it’s twice the size.” Jason said. Luke’s eyes were wide in terror but he needed the agony to end,and so he nodded. So Jason turned on the continuous flow and started slowly slowly pushing, as Luke’s roared in burning pain. As big waves of Tina took over and his colon opened up ahead of the little ball and he took the entire tube and three quarter of the shaft with one big roar. Jason gently fucked the boy as the Tina continued to take over, ever pushing the limits of the boys depth. Satisfied that the Tina was in full swing, he deep fisted the boy, pleased to see that his elbow was going smoothly in now and the hole was opening up. He removed his arm and got a silicon deep stretcher about one inch wide and threaded completely inside the boy’s hole. Despite the 1/2 thick stretch, the boy was in pig heaven and ate up the pain. Enrique was working quickly, eager for his turn to open the boy with one of his favorite instruments. “Desperate boys do stupid things,” Enrique grinned, dumping a half of Tina into the pump. He then opened an ecstasy capsule into it as well and then both men contributed chempiss filling this much larger pump to the brim. This time Enrique threw in a much larger amount of lube powder, enough to make the liquid chempiss a thick fisting lube. Meanwhile, Jason had tied Luke down on a fisting bench. His arms and shoulders were taut, flat against the bench, and he was tied so his back was arched. He had leeway to shift his ass slightly to the right or left, but his legs were solidly tied down. Luke would not escape the pain he’d agreed to. Luke was begging for use, and Jason had stuffed two depth challengers deep in his hole. Enrique pulled out the depth challenger and pushed the larger metal sphere until Luke’s ass. It went in smoothly to about the depths of he and Jason’s elbows, but then it began to hit territory where only the smaller sphere and gone. Enrique was gentle but insistent and at first Luke struggled a bit. Then, the Tina clicked with something in the darkest recesses of his brain and he began to breathe evenly, moaning softly. Enrique could see Luke was doing as Jason had instructed, alternating between his ass sucking on the ball and gently pushing out. Enrique kept at it, moving very slowly but not stopping. “Somebody is a bigger buttboy whore than he’s been letting on,” Enrique said. “Hurts so good, daddy, hurts so good.” With about five inch’s left the hurt began to overwhelm the good. Enrique just said, “Gotta take it all, whore.” For the last three inchs, which Enrique gave the boy very, very slowly, Luke was rigid, paralyzed, feeling the penetration deep in his guts. When the thing was all in, with the pump cylinder just at the boys sagging anus Enrique stopped. Luke was still immobilized, shaking, and he gave a long low gutteral groan. Both Jason’s big Italian cock and Enrique big Latin cock were rock hard and dripping again. Luke looked so hot. His defined musculature, made even more visible by his dehydration from the Tina, was dripping sweat. His face moved from absolute pleasure to pain, back and forth, as the reality of having something twice the size as the last thing to go there deep, deep, in his hole warred with the budding asspig masochism reavealed by the drygs. Enrique waited, jacking his big dripping cock until the boy settled, still breathing heavily but beginning to relax. Enrique moved his hand down and pulled the ball back out about six inches. Then he moved his hand and the hose from the center to the left of Luke’s anus and he slowly began to push, subtly changing the angle of penetration. Luke handled about an inch of this well, but after that his breath started becoming ragged and his moans turned to cries, until finally he was rigid and shouting until the little ball was all the way in. Enrique repeated this over and over, changing the angle all around Luke’s ass, moving around like clockwork, moving from the left then above, then to the right, then below. Each time was no easier than Luke for the last, and Enrique moved extremely slowly, but to prevent injury but to make the painful stretch last as long possible. Jason and Enrique grinned and their cocks jumped at every moan and cry—this was one of their favorite things to do—and while an experienced buttpig like Frederick, might be tortured this deep for an hour or two, with the top moving incredibly slowly getting all twelves angles of the clock, Luke was not there yet. He was a bubbling crying mess, moaning and shrieking in agony. And so Enrique pulled back out to the six inch point, lined the hose up straight and flipped the switch to continuous flow, and handed the pump handle to Jason. “On my mark,” Enrique whisphered and began to push a little faster. The boys inner hole was loosened but even more tender from the torture and at about the three inch mark he shrieked and went rigid. Enrique pushed about an inch more then said, “Now.” As Jason began pumping Luke’s screams got louder as Enrique pushed slowly, the ball lubed by the potent extra charged chempiss and ecstasy going to the boys deepest hole with the force of a slam. Enrique pushed and pushed, letting the ball go deeper and deeeper. The potent lube was kicking in so quickly the Luke’s hole accepted the ball easily until it got to the point—about half way—where the little ball had stopped moving inside him. But Enrique was determined to really fuck the boy up so he kept pushing as Luke screamed and screamed as the big ball pierce through new tender colon flesh until the pump column—wider and longer itself—was lodged 3/4 way in the boys hole still pumping out burning tina-chempiss-ecstasy lube. Luke remained rigid, panting, while Jason pumped and pumped until it was gone. Then Jason quickly loosened the leather strap immobilizing Luke’s back, and within seconds Luke arched and moved his back as his inner muscles struggled around the big ball, the pull to straighten of the long thin tube, the big metal pump tube and the about two liters of supercharged pussy-maker lube. Finally, Luke gave a big arch and then pushed his ass up to the position of submission, and lay panting. A second later he groaned, and cried out, “Ooooohhh Fuuuuck, fuuuuck, fuck.” Jason grinned and reached around in front of Enrique and pushed the cylinder until he could feel the big thick metal pole enter the boys second sphincter. He pushed a bit more until Luke went rigid and screamed and then he stopped, with about an inch of the thick steel cylinder lodged inside the boys second hole. They let Luke adjust fully and soon he was clearly opening up, so they pulled the column and the tube out about eight inches this time and slowly fucked the bigger ball at the end of the steel tube and the dump cylinder into Luke’s hole, not stopping until they’d reached the point where the thick steel pump column was about an inch inside Luke’s second hole. They did this about five times until they could do the whole journey without Luke going rigid and then they pulled everything out. Jason stepped in, quickly burying his thick hairy arm in Luke’s quivering hot quim. The huge amount of Tina and ecstasy coursing in the boys body made him open smoothly to the big clenched fist, Jason easily got the boy open to the bottom of his huge bulging bicep with just a few punchs. Luke pushed back on each one, a full and eager participant in his own defilement. Enrique brought over a heavy duffel bag and laid out a assortment of long depth trainer tools, from sleek columns to ones with insulating ripples to long, somewhat stiff beaded poles. Each tool had a strap customized into the bottom so that once the tool was buried in the boy, they could wrap the strap tightly around the wrist and continue pushing the tool as deep into the boy as it would go. Jason smiled and ignored the first couple of smooth long tools and chose one a bit wider than the diameter of the small ball. “No use wasting time,” he grinned, threading the tool into Luke’s hole. The thing slide in easily and Jason grinned and lopped the thing around and kept pushing. Luke arched his back in pleasure, pleading “Yea, daddy, stretch my boy pussy deep, fucking stretch, oh, owww, oh yeah daddy, hurt my cunt a little.” And so stretch Luk’s hole did, threading wider and wider tools deep into his cunt not stopping until their biceps were buried and Luke had been in pain for an inch or two. Every once in a while they’d ask him if he wanted to stop, knowing his answer would be “No, please, daddy, I need my boy cunt stretched bigger, daddy please no.” Jason and Enrique took turns deep fisting the boy and threading the ever larger dildos deep, pressing their fists through Luke’s second hole with the monster dildos moving ahead, the straps built into their bases wrapped tightly around the wrists and fists, making their fucks 15, 20,30 inch’s deeper than their arms. Without a dildo ramming ahead, Luke eventually took their fists to about mid biceps, but it was clear that would be the limit. Since the boys deepest parts were swelling shut, the two top men switched to huge wide dildos, driving tools as large as 17 inch’s around up the boys willing boy pussy. They abused his hole with the giant dildos for about an hour before his second hole started swelling up, and then they shallow fucked him and punched his outer hole until that closed up. They put him up in the sling, gave him a small hit of Tina and a bottle of poppers, and then each slowly fucked Luke with one of the thickest toys he had taken in each category, then deep fisted him gently but determinedly, then a good hard punching at the end. They were gentle—except for the punching at the end, which was full bore no matter how much Luke screamed—until Luke’s hole was so tender he was begging for a break.

Luke’s Big Hole Stretch Two hours later Luke was still in the sling. When Jason had pulled his cock out, Luke’s hole had been dripping white ropes of cum and a few pink bits of blood from the three loads Jason had delivered there. But now his hole was filled to the brim with a giant load of chempiss—potent with Tina and ecstasy—Jason had put there after the third load. Jason had put a big inflatable plug in after it and pumped it up until the hole closed around it. Luke’s body was inclined, his head below his hole, and his blond hair was plastered in sweat. His entire body was covered in slap and bite marks. His mouth was full of Jason’s nearly insatiable cock, rubbery and thick, while Jason fed the still bound twink gulps of leftover piss. Jason grinned down and pumped the toy twice, and watched the boy squirm as the giant plug both stretched his hole and forced the chempiss deeper. Tiring of the boy’s mouth, he moved his asshole over the boys mouth. “Clean daddy hole, whore.” Luke moaned with desire and immediately sent his tongue questing up the muscle man’s chute. Jason sighed and began to pump the toy. Within a few seconds the boys body went rigid and he stopped working. Jason just reached down and punched the boys already punished abs. The boy cried out but got the message and the velvet tongue went back to work. Once Jason had blown the plug up just about as far as it would go, Luke was in bad shape, grunting and twisting. But he was also higher than fuck, and occasionally you could tell the he was craving the stretch. So Jason straddled him again for a good old facefuck, his cock getting harder and harder the more Luke struggled and coughed. Jason used the boy’s mouth for another 30 minutes, coming again and then giving him another load of chempiss down his throat. He knew the kid couldn’t go much longer without passing out so he pumped the plug to its absolute max, the whole time Luke alternating between crying out in pain and lusting after the stretch. Jason unstrapped the boy and walked him, bent over and dripping sweat, grunting and moaning, to a bare drain in the floor and he strung the kid up. As the weight of the piss and the huge plus settled down on the boys asshole Luke groaned, and Jason could see the big plug trying to fall out, Luke’s asslips straining and pulsing. “Push, bitch,” Jason sneered, “Push that out like a real man.” Luke of course couldn’t, but Jason loved to watch boys try. He punched the boy hard on his abdomen, right on top of Luke’s swollen colon, and the huge base of the thing showed ever-so-slightly. Luke screamed continuously as Jason tortured him like this with three more punchs. He then stepped forward and tenderly kissed Luke, driving his tongue in and pulling his quivering body close. Jason said quietly, “There anything you wanna ask me boy?” “Please sir, I will do anything,” Luke said sobbing now, his eyes utterly black as he begged Jason, “I know I can’t ask for things but I am begging you to take this thing out of me.” “No can do, whore,” Jason said, “Ya gotta push it out.” So Jason let an infinitesimal amount of air out of the plug and made Luke push. Luke pushed and pushed, a little spirt of piss jumping out each time. Jason let the air out until he could the boys hole trying to gum open. Jason let three pumps of air out, and then slammed his fist into the boy. The boy grunted, bore down, and the huge plug came flying out with a giant burst of stinging chempiss. Jason grabbed Luke by his curly blonde mop, dripping with sweat. “Keep pushing, whore boy,” he said darkly, “Gotta get you ready for my fists.” Forty minutes later Luke was still strung up, but now he was attached to two gymnasts rings. He was using his incredible ab strength to mindless fuck his own hole on Jason’s balled fist. His mind was gone, all thought possessed by the aching need in his hole. After he’d cleaned the boy out, Jason had given him another 1/4 gram, pushing it deep in the boys second hole with his fingers. Luke’s hole was already steamy hot, and it felt like velvet. The last quarter gram and taken the boy to a different world, and within 10 minutes he was fisting the boy with his balled fist. He’d put the boy on the rings, and given him a nose mask attached to a bottle of poppers and put the pump for the poppers in his own hand. And then Luke had fucked himself, going deeper and deeper but still not fully breaching the second ring. “Stay still, boy” Jason commanded. Jason opened his palm and delivered another quarter gram and then he balled his fist up and pushed through, hard. Luke was just aware enough that he screamed and then Jason started punching. Within seconds the boy was bearing down, trying to take more. Jason let him do this for a while, then he pulled his fist out, laughing at the boys huge rose. He picked up Luke’s legs and threw them over his shoulder. With one push he slid deep into the boys hot hole. And Luke’s fisting began in earnest, Jason’s big Italian sausage jumping each time Luke screamed. Some 8 hours later Jason lounged on the floor and watched Enrique Lazaro deep fist Luke. He’d invited Enrique to join him because he was a master of getting boys to trust him until Enrique was shoulder deep in their boypussies. He doubted Luke would get there this play session, but Enrique almost had Luke at his elbow. Enrique had been using the boy for about 2 hours or so. The two were so hot together: Enrique was covered in dark fur and while his cock wasn’t as long as Jason’s, it was super thick, and Luke had loved it because it was shaped like missle, big head down to giant shaft where it attached to his hard stomach. Enrique always got the boy totally involved, trying to please Enrique and he’d deposited a ton of fresh Tina deep in Luke’s hole. Luke was facedown, chest low to the ground, perfect little back arched, spreading his asschecks for Enrique’s arm. He’d gotten to within a few centimeters of the elbow more than once. Enrique sighed, and pulled his hand out quickly. Luke grunted and then immediately started begging for more. Enrique looked over at Jason, “Hey buddy, come keep this whorecunt warm. I think I know what he needs to take my elbow.” Jason grinned, greasing up his arm, and started deep punching the boy. Enrique walked over to a wall of the dungeon and selected a medium sized lube pump—only about a foot tall, but narrow—and unscrewed its hose. He then grabbed the hose of the longest and largest one—28 inches and about 1.5 inches thick. He walked over to the table and dumped about 3/4 gram of Tina into the tube. He held the thing down and maneuvered his half hard cock into position and then filled the tube to the brim with dark yellow chempiss. He then grabbed a little tub of Tina-laced lube and turned and walked back the few steps across the small room. Jason was deep punching Luke hard, using so much force that Enrique could here the boys hole snap open and then shut around the big fist. Every fourth punch he’d stay in and push into the boy asshole, hard. Enrique whisphered, “Give him 5 of those punch and pushes, very hard, then let me light that boyhole up.” Jason grinned and increased the violence of his punches and the pushes into the boy hole. With esch push Luke cried out, but he never broke position. Jason gave the boy ten of those in the end, and for the last four Luke was shaking like a leaf, and crying out, his ass unable to tell if it was having a assgasm or was being ripped apart. After Jason pulled out, Enrique took up position, commanding “Hold your ass open, whore. “ Enrique lubed the tube up as Jason walked over with an evil grin holding a big vial of Tina. Enrique shrugged, “Why the hell not?” So he held the tip and the first several inches of tubing out while Jason sprinkled pussyboy powder all over it and then selected three big shards and pushed them down into the nozzle. Enrique held a big length of hose up behind him to facilitate entry and speared the boy’s gaping cunt, making sure that the Tina covered portion went inside in all at once. As expected Luke started screaming as the Tina load burned his hole. Enrique kept going, trying to keep the pushing steady, eager to get the bonus Tina coating into the boy as quickly as possible. He pushed and pushed until he was sure he was hitting the tender part. He regretted, honestly, that he wasn’t doing this with his fingers, feeling the boys tender soft depths undulate as they received a new dose of the drug, unfolding and opening as the boy’s pussy soaked up the drugs like parched earth. But this was fun too, he smiled cock thickening to almost full mast as the seeking tube was clearly deep into the boy. Enrique slowed down but did not stop—Luke would take all 28 inches no matter what—he spanked the boy with his free hand, the shock making Luke’s ass clamp painfully around the deep intrusion and Luke screamed. Enrique roughly commanded, “Push out boy.” As he obeyed, Luke gave out as deep groan as he took more of the tube. Enrique paused for a second, gently fucking the hole. It was deep, that was for sure, but it wasn’t time yet. Enrique was gentle now, and he fucked the boy for probably a minute, taking incremental pushes forward. “Have your hole gently suck on the whole length of it, loosen yourself up,” Enrique said quietly, “It will make this next part a little less painful.” “Push out gently,” Enrique ordered. He lined the rest of the tube up—nearly four inches—he gave a tiny pump, and when Luke started screaming again from the huge burn of the shard lodged in the tip of the thing, Enrique started a slow smooth steady series of pumps, trying to deliver the potent chempiss charged with lots of bonus Tina, deep and smoothly into the boys hole. He did not stop pushing until the tubing was empty and the wide stiff clear plastic tube was half inside the boy. Enrique pulled the tube out and handed the whole setup to Jason, then grinning at the boy’s return to begging for fist, Enrique began to punch Luke’s flaming hole hard and deep.

Luke’s First Sore Hole Fuck Deep in the basement of very large house—10 bedrooms, each with two to three simple beds—in the slightly seedy far West side of Chicago, a very tall hunk of a man stood in front of a very small young man. Jason Rossi—6’8”—was naked, his heavily muscled body covered in a light layer of dark fur. His huge shoulders and biceps bulged with power, his tight eight-pack guiding the eye down to his huge cock. At least 10 inches, uncut and thicker than a beer bottle, the giant Italian sausage jumped and pulsed with desire as he paced around the 18 year old, his huge muscle ass and massive, powerful, thighs rippling in the dim light. The boy he circled—Luke—was strung up, his arms taut overhead, a thick leather blindfold covered his dark green eyes. He wrists were bound together and he hung from a chain in the ceiling, pulled so high he could only use the tips of his toes to support himself. Luke was struggling, but Jason could care less. The boy was a whore, about to undergo his second training session as an introduction to his new life. And Jason didn’t care because the difficult position highlighted the boys fantastic body. Luke had curly dark blond hair, shaved tight around the sides but with a satisfying mop on top. Jason couldn’t wait to use it to keep the boys back arched, when he fucked the boy and rode him around the small padded room like a horse. Luke had been a diver in high school, and his perfectly plated, small muscled body looked even more muscular in its used, beaten, and dehydrated state. Jason didn’t like to fuck fresh twinks—let’s be clear, he had fucked fresh twink before and he definitely would again—but Jason’s sadism meant he had a special taste for virgin twinks who’d been fucked and fisted, drugged and belted, for several days and then allowed to rest just until the their holes were tender and sore. That was the kind of boy Jason liked to fuck. He knew Luke’s story and had seen video highlights of Luke’s first training. Luke had been the golden middle child of a rural farming family from bumfuck Illinois. Good grades, great diver, sweet happy kid. Until he made the mistake of telling his Bible-thumping family that he was gay. They’d kicked him out with just the clothes on his back, and in his desperation he’d sold the watch his grandma gave him for graduation and bought a bus ticket to Chicago. Chicago’s streets had not been kind to the sweet blonde hick, and after the third rape attempt by some homeless dude he’d turned up at the door of Joseph Karzinski’s brothel on the advice of some other street boys. Luke had been desperate for a roof over his head, so he’d failed to ask why the other boys preferred to chance it on the streets rather than be one of Karzinski’s boys. Little Luke didn’t know the boys were paid a 1/4 gram of meth for every boy they referred. Jason figured Luke was getting a sense of how bad things were now. The thoughts of the things he’d seen the boy do already, his virgin ass violated for hours by two massive black cocks, then hole filled with ounce after ounce of Tina, then fucked and fisted while the boy begged for more. Why, those memories made Jason’s already hard cock even harder. There was an order of things for new boys at Karzinski’s. First Deshae and Deshawn, massively tall twins with bodies at least as muscular as Jason’s own, skin jet black and covered in tattoos, introduced the boys to their new status as whores without any control over what happened to them. The twins always started off tender—Jason had loved watching the boy struggle to accept just the tip of Desahe’s massively thick 9 inches. But Luke—like so many other repressed white boys—craved being fucked by big black cock. And within a half hour he was taking the cock like a pro. But then Deshawn moved in, bad cop to his brother’s good cop. He forced Luke to his knees, and made the twink drink his foul chempiss straight from the tap. When the boy resisted, Deshaee held the boy down while Deshawn blistered Luke’s tight bubble ass with his thick belt. To be clear the belt was as much a strap as anything, 1/2 inch thick leather with holes down the middle. At the memory of Luke’s scream, Jason spun the boy—Luke cried out in pain as the spin tortured his straining joints—and admired the still visible belt stripes, turning purple now as they tried to heal. Jason leaned in, pulling the straining little muscle body close, placing the tip of his fat, rock hard cock head against the boys hole, then pushing it just the tiniest bit inside. The boy cried out, and Jason whispered in his ear, “What are you boy?” Luke was shuddering with this new promise of pain, and tears stained his cheeks. “I am a whore, sir, I am here to do anything you say.” Jason smiled, “Good boy.” Jason removed the tip of his cock from the boy and walked over to the side of the room. “I am going to let you down boy, be careful not to fall. I am not much on whipping, but I’ ll start you off with a whole new set of stripes on that ass if you fall.” The boy was shaky, but managed to stay standing, his shoulders flexing as Jason let him down. Jason walked up, admiring the boys beauty and unbound his wrists. The boy groaned, though as Jason retied Luke’s wrists behind his back. “Kneel, pretty whore, and open your mouth, “ Jason commanded, although he helped the boy down. Jason stood in front of Luke, and admired the scene in the mirror that surrounded the room. It looked like a Tom of Finland fantasy. Luke’s body was small but oh so perfect, and his hot little pecs looked amazing pulled back tight like that. Jason’s massive body and dark Italian skin loomed over the boy, his huge cock dripping precum. Jason aimed his cock at the boys open mouth, and rubbed the dripping head around the boys lips. The change in the boy was electric, he groaned with desire, and his tongue darted out seeking the musty manhood. “Fuck you are a natural whore aren’t you, “ Jason said laughing, “You want cock, boywhore?” Luke nodded so Jason slapped him hard, “ You speak when spoken to.” Luke said, “Yes sir, please sir, can I taste your cock.” Jason obliged by plunging his cock down the boys throat, causing him to choke, and then he brutally facefucked the boy, causing Luke to gag and retched. He only did it for a few minute before pulling out leaving the boy red faced and gasping for air. Jason unstrapped the boy’s blindfold and stepped several paces back so the boy could see Jason in his full glory. It took a few minutes for the boy’s eyes to adjust to the light. But when he did those green eyes immediately burned with lust at the sight of the huge muscular man in front of him. “Like what you see, whore?” Jason smirked, “Tell me what you are thinking, and speak freely.” “I…mmm..fuck, sir,” Luke stumbled, “You are smoking hot.” Jason strode forward and lifted the boy to his feet, kissing him roughly and passionately. “Here’s something you are unlikely to hear much,” Jason growled, “But you are smoking hot yourself, little whore.” Jason untied the boy’s hands and lifted him into the sling, restraining his hands and feet and putting a strap across the boys gorgeous small abs. He left one arm free enough to hold a bottle of poppers later, but otherwise, the boy couldn’t break free or offer much resistance. Leaning in to roughly kiss the boy, he used his right hand to massage the boys sore asslips. Jason grinned when Luke cried out. “Are your pussy lips sore? Why’s that?” Jason demanded. “I had a lot of sex for a long time, sir, a few days ago.” “You like big cock, whore,” Jason said. Luke blushed, “Yes sir, it hurts sometimes but I love it.” Jason smiled, spit in his hand and slicked up cock, coating the huge shaft with glistening moisture. “Good, I gotta big one and I don’t care if it hurts.” Jason rammed his cock forward, plunging into the boys sore hole roots deep. Luke’s entire body went rigid and his mouth opened in a silent howl. But the rock hard cock went in anyway, in little bursts of pain, as Luke’s sore colon tried to accommodate the monster. When the thick head reached the boys second hole it remained closed, too sore to open. So Jason reached up and grabbed the boys shoulder and pushed. This time Luke screamed aloud, as the big cock battered through his second hole. Jason smiled, there would be blood from that bit, perfect for making the boys hole absorb the giant bumps of Tina he had at the ready. Jason stayed completely still, watching the feelings of agony and anger at the pain war with the little whores mashocistic bottom nature. The kids body was writhing as much as it could in its bound states and his perfect abs were struggling. “You know boy,” Jason said, “There is nothing quite as sweet as fucking a boys sore ass. He continued, “But there’s something especially sweet about the fire-hot hole of a virgin twink one or two rest days after those giant-dicked [banned word] have fucked, stretched, fisted, and loaded him up with Tina. Your little whore pussy is so hot right now.” Jason fucked Luke for an hour straight, changing angles and pile-driving the poor punished hole. As soon as he opened up a new part of the boys hole, he’d switch angles and start on another. Luke had stopped crying, lying there trying to accept the pain. Jason smiled. Now the real fun could begin. He pulled his big cock out and slipped the blindfold back on the kid. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small plate of crystalline powder and coated his cock from top to bottom with it. He found three big shards and pushed them into his cock slit. And then he positioned his big cock at the boys dragging, raw pussy lips. He slipped off the boys blindfield and said, pointing to his own eyes, “Eyes here whore.” Smiling wickedly he thrust his cock into the whorehole in one big push. Within seconds Luck started screaming, and when the burning cockhead pierced his second ring, he began a keening yell. Jason released a spurt of strong chempiss to dislodge the shards and then he began to fuck. Within seconds the fat dick had delivered its payload, within 30 seconds Luke was high as kite, his pupils black with lust. Looking intensely into Jason’s black eyes, “Please sir, fuck me, use me.”

So Ben lubed up his huge arm and fist, and then poured a big pile of shards into his palm before closing it into a square fist. Jose pulled his cock out out and spun Jeff around so he was sheltered between his big thighs, Jeff’s hard little body nestled against Jose’s chest, and pulled Jeff’s legs back. Jeff sprang a woody when he saw Ben’s big arm glistening with lube to his elbow. Jose and Ben laughed: their boys cock had a way of popping hard when he was getting—or about to get—something he really wanted. Jose whispered “You ready to get your cunt remodeled to fit your daddies big arm? For us to make your cunt a Hernandez-King cunt again, baby boy?” Jeff smiled dreamily, as he yelled, “Cunt me, Daddy Ben, cunt me!” Ben smiled and slowly sank his hand elbow deep in Jeff. Jeff hissed as the big square fisted entered, stretching his sore asslips, and he grunted, loudly, when Daddy breached his second hole with his giant fist. But he accepted Ben’s fist to right at the elbow in one smooth and gentle fuck. Ben’s eyes rolled up in his head and he began fervently stroking his meat with his free hand. “Oh baby boy,” Ben sighed, “That boypussy feels so damn good.” Jose fed Jeff poppers and Ben moved forward to make out with his boy and as he did so, Jeff’s hole opened and swallowed Ben’s elbow. Jeff and Ben made out dreamily, and then pulled his face back to watch Jeff’s face intently. Ben slowly opened his hand—Jeff groaned with pleasure at the deep stretch, and then he gave a series of small cries as Ben lightly flicked the shards out of his palms, increasing the speed of his movements as the boys hole opened around the new dose of Tina. When Ben was about half of the way through this process—his hand turned in the opposite direction and flicking chards—a deep hunger erupted in Jeff’s hole. “Deeper, daddy, please, please, daddy, fuck me, fuck me,” Jeff cried, his entire hole opening up like hungry mouth. Ben quickly closed his hand into the bird shale, tight around the four remaining shards in his palm and pushed in, and for the first time, Ben King possed his beloved boy’s sweet hole, bicep deep. Ben was very careful as he opened his hand—his gigantic arm was so, so deep in Jeff’s clutching velvet, and he quickly sent those shards ahead of his hand. If those Turkish hunks had gotten his boy to take their arms to the shoulder, you could bet his daddy would be doing the same thing. Ben fisted his boy for a long while, but the boy just couldn’t seem to get much deeper. So, Jose took over. Jose fisted Jeff’s increasingly sloppy pussy, loosening it until it was starting to get cunted. Jeff was enthusiastically participating, urging them on and begging them to go deeper. Try as everyone might, Jeff couldn’t go much deeper past the top third of his Daddy Ben’s bicep. Jose’s longer arms and smaller hands punched and punched. And so despite their promise to each other not to do it, the two big tops changed strategies. Ben and Jose greased up big, fat, long stapon cocks, longer than their arms. They rarely used strap ons—their dicks where plenty big to stretch a boy—and they did enjoy hard fucking a boy with toys. But today seemed like a good day to give Jeff’s cunt a treat. They out Jeff up in the sling and then filled Jeff’s pussy with chempiss, plugged him with an enormous plug, blindfolded the boy and put on his noice canceling headphones playing the same intense hard fucking beat they had on the dungeon system. Jeff was a very happy piggy, playing with his boycunt by pulling the plug out to its widest point then pushing it back in. Ben stood by the boy’s hole and put a big wide bucket under the boy. Jose popped the boys headphones out and said “Push that big plug out of your boycunt, then push that piss out, baby boy.” Jeff grunted and grunted and the plug dropped out, he cried out and piss came gushing out into the bucket. Jose then directed Jeff to push out as Ben lined the huge strap on tool up, as trashed as the boys hole was, its grotesque width and length still dwarfed the hanging lips. Ben pushed in smoothy—insistent but not punching it in—and he just kept going. Jeff moaned loudly, “Big thing, oh, big.” Ben bent his knees and the boy’s weight bearing down from the sling made him speed up, when the thing was a little over halfway in, Jeff went rigid, but his boycunt betrayed him. The deepest part of Jeff’s hole had been stretched over and over by the big Turks, using their enormous arms and firsts and their collection of truly brutal deep-penetrating tools. And shouting “Oh fuuuuuuuck,” he slid another four inches. Jeff was now panting, so lost in the pain and deliciousness of the deep, sore, stretch, not even aware that Jose had pulled his arm out straight and swabbed it. His eyes opened wide when he felt the needle prick, and then he started coughing from the slam. Jeff stayed still for just a second, then he moaned and his ass opened up and he slide almost all the way down, chanting the mantra of a slammed pussy boy: “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” So Ben fucked him and fucked him, the huge tool sliding deeper and deeper up his hole. Ben’s hard cock slid in alongside the big tool, but Jeff was so open and hungry he didn’t even feel the extra stretch. Ben fucked him for about 30 minutes, the big heavy tool and his own drug intake meant Ben was feeling like he’d run a race, so he slid out. Jose lined up the slightly bigger tool he was wearing, and Jeff could feel it—he moaned loudly, but it went nearly all the way in. Jose kept fucking and fucking until Jeff took the entire giant tool. After another 30-40 minutes, Jose pulled out and Ben took over. They railed the boy harder and harder, until they could punch fuck him with the big toys. Jeff was so very very high and he just surrendered to their pillaging, lost in a world of pleasure. They decided it was time to fist the boy again. Jose greased up first because his fists were smaller but his arms were longer. He filled his palm with a big pile of shards and closed his hand into the smallest bird shape. While in some ways this was a kindness—it was the smallest fist shape—it would also be the hand position that would reach the deepest reaches of the boy. Jose was ready for giving his boy a very very deep fuck. The big Latino punk top paused, his folded hand and long, jacked arms glistening with lube. “Carińo, Bebé,” Jose ordered, “Ojos conmigo. [Beloved, baby, eyes with me.]. Jeff turned his rapt attention to the man’s face. Jose sank his folded fist into the boys hole—so much more fiery now they’d slammed him—it was smooth going until just past the elbow. Jose’s eyes rolled back in his head, “You are going to love this, Ben, mi amor, his deepest reaches are swollen and it’s going to be like the deepest fuck of a Sunday pussy.” A Ben purred with pleasure, a Sunday pussy was what they called a sore and swollen, but still drug-fired and needy, boy hole, and it was one of the absolutely most pleasurable kinds of pussy to fuck and fist. They’d already at the pleasure of using their dicks, and their fists with Jeff’s swollen pussy tonight. And now a third and final chance at depths they’d never achieved before. Jeff got his papi’s arm in, just at the top of Jose big, bulging bicep and Jose started ever so slowly fucking. Jeff stirred and moaned, “Your big bicep feels so good daddy. Stretch me so good, but need Tina papi, please daddy.” “Don’t worry, cariño,” Jose purred, fuuuck baby boy’s hole felt incredible, “Papi put more than enough shards in his big paw to send you way up.” Jose fucked the boy’s tender insides with his big hand for about five minutes, enjoying the way Jeff looked, trying so hard not to complain but clearly hurting. And so Jose every so slowly opened his fist, keeping fucking and pushing, and began to spread the huge pile of shards. Jeff grunted every time a shard hit his bloodstream. But he did not whine or complain. He was clearly riding the wave he’d so often experienced—that of one of his daddies fucking him when his pussy was super needy but tender—this wave tapped into the deepest parts of his nearly 1000% bottom instincts, and he associated it with the end of his most incredible sexual experiences, with his “Sunday pussy” being fucked and fisted as the sun rose over the glorious city and the lake. So Jeff pushed back, his hole demanding the fuck. Satisfied he could give his boy a nice smooth light punch shoulder deep, Jose pulled out of his boy. Jeff’s eyes were rapt on him, so Jose leaned forward and deep kissed him. “What do you need, baby boy?” Jose said. Jeff smiled, and said huskily, “Fist me please papi, I need your big fist so bad.” “Oh your gonna get my big fist, baby, but first it’s your other daddies turn.” And Jeff’s eyes opened wide as he felt Ben’s huge square fist enter his hole. Ben was on a mission. He’d been watching Jose use the boy and his hunger to have Jeff take his entire arm grew stronger and stronger as he watched Jose take the boys hole so completely. Ben pushed insistently, a little faster than Jeff could handle but Ben wasn’t being brutal. When Ben got to the point, past his bicep where the boy’s hole started to get very puffy and tender, open in the middle where Jose’s big hand had down its magic but closing up quickly, Ben started fucking the boy there. Jeff struggled with this, and he held out for about two minutes before he begged “Poppers or Tina, please daddy, need drugs.” Ben smiled darkly, “Show daddy how much you want him deep in your hole,baby, prove to me you want this and then maybe you can have some help.” It took Jeff another two to three minutes, struggling as Ben’s big fist fucked his tender insides deeper and deeper. Jeff kept his eyes locked on his daddy and then he submitted, his expression one of total abject surrender. Jeff said softly, “Take me daddy, make me your boy, cunt me daddy.” Ben smiled and fucked the boy a little harder for about a minute, then he pulled to just inside the boy sore space—he could feel Jeff trying to relax his hole, but he was just too sore. Ben quickly opened his palm and dropped the shards in a big pile. Ben kept his palm open and got behind the shards and made his fist back big and square and he pushed the pile of shards into that deep place in front of his square fist. Jeff cried out at the burn, his body arching, and still Ben drove and drove deep, the boy’s hole fluttering and pulsing as the drugs immediately reached the boys bloodstream. Ben did not stop until the hair of his armpits was tickling Jeff’s hole. And then began, for the first time, to really fist his boy. A few seconds after the massive hit of Tina reached his bloodstream, Jeff felt his hole open up. Jeff soon thrilled to the deep fucking, urging “Harder, daddy, harder, fuck me, fuck me.” Ben was soon able to fuck the boy at any depth, up to his shoulder, sliding smoothly into Jeff’s increasingly sloppy hole. Both Ben and Jose were hard as rocks and after about an hour of Ben deep fisting Jeff, Jose began to get ready to make the boy even wilder. Out of Jeff’s eyesight he took the three trailer hitch toys and made sure that the nut holding the shank in place was just one turn of his big hands away from letting the thing loose. He then lubed all three of the toys up and covered them with finely-crushed Tina. He blindfolded Jeff and drew Ben’s attention to the toys. Ben grinned. They had agreed the boy would take all three of these toys at least twice, each one delivering a huge, brutal payoload of Tina as their weight drove them into the boy’s hot hole. Ben delivered several brutal punches to the boy, and ended with about five minutes of very hard punching of the boys fist and second hole. Jeff was lost in pleasure and enjoyed it. While Jeff punched the boy, Jose brought the biggest toy over, and as Ben pulled out, Jose plunged it into Jeff’s hole, deftly turning the washer and allowing the thing’s heavy weight to drive deep into the boy. Not only was the this toy the longest and thickest the ball part, but this toy also had an extra ten inches. The boy was getting fucked deep and hard with the metal sphere. Jose fucked and fucked the boy, making sure every single bit of Tina was off the toy. Then Ben stepped in with the next size down and while he fucked Jeff, Jose lubed and the toy he’d just used and again covered it in Tina. They gave the boy fuck after fuck with the heavy metal balls, pulling them out and lubina them up while the other worked on Jeff’s hole. Jeff struggled a bit at first, but by the fourth toy he’d gotten so high, he just sighed. By the sixth time they did it, he was pushing back and begging for them to use him. They gave him two more—for a total of 8 times—and Jose used the biggest one and then fucked the boy harder snd harder, changing angles until his hole was so very loose and sloppy. Jose pulled the toy out and picked Jeff up, Jose fisting the boy the entire time, and took him over to one of their padded play areas. And put Jeff down— and Jeff just knelt in position, chest to the floor, holding asscheeks open—babbling about his need to be used. So for another 8 hours they used the boy, fucking and fisting him in every position. They filled his hole with chempiss and fisted it out of him, over and over. Finally, when his hole started to close up, Ben bound him tightly to a fisting table and they used their cruelest depth toys on his tender hole, punching and fisting him from time to time. Finally, when Jeff couldn’t take anymore abuse without crying, they used a long tool with a reservoir, meant to imitate the silicon cock coming, and filled the reservoir with a big booty bump of a Tina and X disolved in lube, and then used Tina-laced lube all over the long dildo. They then eased it straight up Jeff’s hole, being neither kind nor cruel, as Jeff breathed and gasped in from the soreness but then they released the liquid and began to fuck him yet again. They released him from his bounds and made him service them, sucking on their big cocks, drinking their piss, serving their musky holes, and on demand he rode their cocks and sat down on their fists. From time to time one of them would drop a shard in, to keep the boy going. Jeff was in total sub boy mode, they’d broken into the deepest recesses of his submissive soul, and Jeff enjoyed it, eagerly doing whatever sexual task Jose and Ben demanded of him. Finally, though, the boys exhaustion began to catch up with him and the overused hole began to get puffy again. So Jose and Ben lay him on his back, and gave him a final load, relishing his little moans and cries and the feeling of his swollen hole that dutifully sucked and squeezed their big cocks. Once they’d given him a final load, they moved over to the coming down area and Jose put on slow, relaxing morning music. They then took the boy into the shower and everyone cleaned up. They then cleaned the boy out, being as gentle as they could, and put a soothing ointment up the boys hole. The three men got in a snuggle pile, with Jeff pressed between his two huge daddies, and they made out. The big men praised Jeff, tenderly kissing him, telling him what an excellent boy he was. Finally, when it was clear that everyone was getting tired, and despite the drugs, Jeff was exhausted, Ben carried him up to their big bed. Everyone fell asleep, and when they awoke again, they drank water and Gatorade and gave Jeff another pill and had him sleep another sex hours. About six weeks later, Jeff was again in the dungeon. He was high as a kite, bound tightly to an elevated set of metal pipes. His perfect chest heaved, and a faint trickle of blood ran from his freshly pierced nipples, thick needles piecing his little tits in a cruel X. His cock was rock-hard from a shot of trimex, and Jose was edging him, and had been for many hours. Underneath the boy, lying comfortably on a long weight bench, was Ben, fisting the boy deep. Jeff had an otherworldly smile on his face but he seemed utterly content. Little sweet innocent Jeff had been transformed into his truest self, an inhibited pig bottom cunt. Jeffrey Morris was home.

Jose turned away and he heard Ben sigh as he relieved his bladder into the boy’s hot hole. Jose gathered together on one of their supply trays a bottle of poppers, some creamy lube, a couple of vials of Tina—one shards the other crushed to a fine powder—an ecstasy pill in a little tiny baggie, and a low wide bowl. Hearing Ben say, “Hold that in, baby, Daddies gonna plug you now. Squeeze hard when the plugs in,” Jose turned to watch the show. Somehow, Ben had gotten his hands on a bandana and he’d blindfolded the boy. Jeff looked happy and relaxed—exactly what he needed to be—and the chempiss was already affecting him, his ass was moving very slightly. Ben picked up the heavy ball with his strong right hand, gabbing its base carefully, and holding the boys torso still with his other massive arm, he lined the thing up precisely and swiftly drove the big ball into the boys pussy in one hard shove. Jeff started screaming, and Ben shouted “Clamp down hard, boy.” Jose saw the boys hole flex as he complied—Jose was always amazed at how obedient Jeff was, even to commands he knew would hurt, and Jeff screamed again as the tightening of his ass brought the entirety of the ball and shaft into contact with his ass. Jeff lay there panting, trying to recover from the surprise penetration. His pants soon turned to moans and his hole was suckling on the big plug. Turning back to his prep, Jose gathered the other two hitch posts, some other inappropriately large plugs, some tit clamps, a big tube of creamy lube and another of regular lube into a deep sided box. He rarely let Jeff see what he was taking next. He threw in three vials of finely crushed Tina, and grabbed a case and sounds and a little cock whip, because hey, who knew where things were headed, and then gabbed a proper leather blindfold, some sound canceling headphones, and then a little wrench. He lay the boxes down, close at hand but not in the way, and lay across the boy. Jeff was holding his legs up obediently, quivering with desire. Jose was slightly to Jeff’s right, out of the way of the big disk. Jeff breathed in through his nose, and he smiled “ Thank the you, Daddy Jose, for the trailer hitch treat.” Jose pulled the blindfold off and kissed the boy with great passion, his cock dripping precum in a puddle on the boys leg. “Smartass, why do you think that was me?” Jose teased, “Looked to me like that was Ben?” “I know my daddies’s indivdual style and that was all you.” “Okay, not it all,” Jose demanded, “What’s next?” “You’re going to drive the rest of that hitch, including that square bit into my puuuuuuusy,” Jeff yelled, as Jose did indeed drive the rest of the shaft and the underlying big square washer, coated wrih a double layer of crushed Tina into the boy. Jose didn’t have to tell the boy to do anything to get the entirety of this new load of Tina innto his swollen hole. The length of the punishing hitch fuck meant that the big, heavy, metal ball was partially stretching his second hole. He could see Jeff’s abdomen—even more defined than it’s usually gorgeous and fat free state due to a four day menu of almost nothing but punishing sex, drugs, and piss—undulating as he struggled to accept the shape of the thing. He knew that Jeff’s hole was pushing and shaking around the metal plate—they had installed a tempered glass one for a play session once just to see, and Jeff’s lips were currently gaping open and squeezing and pushing around the big metal object. Jeff kept jerking from time to time and Jose knew that meant his involuntary spams has bitten him sharply with a Tina burn. Jose then began his little surprise. Jeff thought he knew every variation of this particular perverse game. But Jose had made an innovation in the design of these tools. He’d had a six inch long piece added to the shank, the threaded part that was beneath the ball and its coupler. This meant that he could loosen the nut on the back of the little steel plate and the ball could sink into Jeff’s pussy up to six inches more. On the larger ones the shank was now 8 and 10 inches longer. Jose looked up and smiled darkly at Ben, who grinned and rubbed his hands together with excitement. Jeff always responded so beautifully to knew stretching techniques. Jose blindfolded the boy, his hair already dripping with sweat from the Tina high Jeff smiled dreamily, expecting a forceful fuck from the big ball. Jose told Jeff to push, and Jeff groaned as the big ball settled just a little deeper. Then quietly putting the wrench into play, Jose said, “Push, beautiful, push your cunt out and keep pushing.” Working quickly, Jose loosened the nut just enough so the threaded part was loose, the heavy weight of the hitch would drive the ball down into the boy. He let it go the entire six inches, when the lose nut and welded on safety one hit the little steel plate, as Jeff heavy moans deepened to groans. “Still think I’m predictable?” Jose teased. “You’re anything but predictable, papi,” Jeff panted, still adjusting to the huge stretch, “But you do have style, and this is definitely your style. What’d you do anyway to this thing?” Jose grinned and gently pulled the toy out about half an inch, Jeff groaning at the movement. Jose let the steel panel rest on his hand and he used his thumb and first finger to pry Jeff’s asshoke wide, the veins on his arm popping in this show of strength. He then used his other hand to grab a vial of shards, and as he used his teeth to open the vial. As he did so, he caught sight of Ben, his cock rock hard and eyes wide, as he’d had no idea Jose had this done to the toys. Ben mouthed quietly, “That was hot, but what the hell?” Jose just spit the vials lid out and shrugged his shoulders and grinned, and then he carefully tapped a little pile of shards into the boys open hole, making sure they landed on the threaded shaft and the underside of the little coupler nut, letting the big ball sink bank in deep in Jeff’s burning boyhole. “Squeeze hard and find out,” Jose commanded. Jeff grunted and then he yelped, as the shards were absorbed into his hole. “You extended the shank,” Jeff said, “Fuck daddy, those little threads feel so great, oh fuck, more Tina,” Jose grinned, “I love you so much beautiful boy, we’ve missed you.” He leaned in and as they made out, Jeff quietly whispering “I love you too daddy, I love you too,” Jose began fucking the boy deep with the big metal ball, finally pulling it out until just a little of the ball’s head was in and then changing its angle and let letting its heavy weigh drive it into Jeff’s hot hole. After a while as Jeff’s hole opened up, Jose pulled the toy out, relubed it, and then dumped a pole of fine Tina into the flat bowl. He rolled the trailer hitch around in the bowl, coating it with Tina. As he rolled it, he picked up little piles and dropped them all over the long threaded shank. Finally, Jose gave a little shake of his hand to displace any loose threads. He then reached over to the still open vial of shards and dumped for little piles of sharks along the bottom surface of the ball, close to the shank. This way the base of the big plug and the large square would keep the boy’s colon away from those piles until the metal balls was firmly lodged deep in the boy. He looked up at smiled at Ben who had come over to watch, precum leaking from his cock. Jeff was going to be riding big trailer hitch balls a lot tonight Jose thought, and his own cock rose to full mast. Jose lined the big ball up and shoved hard, punching the toy deep into the boy’s quivering channel. As Jeff screamed and keened, “Fuck me daddy, oh god, burning pussy, burn me out, core me out deep, oh fuck daddy, use me.” Jose kept shoving until the ball was home. “Push out hard, then squeeze, keep doing it until I saw so,” Jose commanded. Despite his struggles, Jeff was so well-trained he complied. His hole now received both the four piles of shards and the Tina poured in little piles around the shank shaft. Jeff screamed again but his cock got rock hard. Jeff kept doing it, as ordered, grunting and giving a little cry as his hole encountered more Tina and the big balls settled in further. Ben leaned into Jose, whispering “Fucking hot, babe, fucking hot surprise for our baby boycunt,” and Ben and Jose made out, stroking one another’s big meat. Jeff soon settled, and he was sucking on the big huge heavy tool with gusto, begging Jose for his big cock. Ben brought Jose a full bowl, and they smoked it, shotgunning each other and then shotgunning Jeff. Ben removed Jeff’s blindfold, smoothing down his drenched hair, and they made out while Ben got his first taste of using the trailer hit toy on his beloved boys hole, reaching his arm down across the boy’s hot torso. Ben fucked the boy hard, much harder than Jose had, brutally changing angles and punching the rapidly cunting pussy hard as his big muscles would allow. Jeff was so far gone into his bottom space that he just begged for more. Meanwhile Jose put in one of his biggest, smooth rings into his PA and coated it with thick lube and rolled his cock around in the wide bowl of Tina. He then grabbed several big shards and tucked them into his big, hanging forskin. Finally he put a huge one in his big piss slit and moved into place, tapping Ben on the shoulder. Ben smiled darkly and moved the toy—deep in the boys hole at the moment—and changed the toy to a nearly impossible angle. He then quickly ripped the hole out, causing Jeff to cry out and Ben pulled one of the biggest rosebuds ever out of his boy. Ben tossed the toy away—even with all their padding and soundproof, it still made a heavy thump as it landed, and Ben reached his hands inside Jeff and pulled the rosebud apart so that as Jose speared his cock in as much Tina could reach at the deepest inches Jose’s big cock would penetrate. Jose smiled and punched his super thick fuck tool into his boy’s swollen, delicious pussy in one deep thrust. It took Jeff’s colon, his mind, and his vocal cords to catch up with one another. The boy’s colon, first had to register total penetration by a very thick object, a warm, bendy, much loved object but one still wider and thicker than the cruel metal ball it had just been used by, it then he had to register the scraping and pulling of the huge PA ring, which penetrated the boys hole a further inch and one half, then ue had to register the incredible burning of the large amounts of Tina that had just been shoved into it and quick as lightening burned into Jeff’s bloodstream. While this combination of feelings of stretch, depth, and burning desire rapidly coursed on a wave of feelings of pain, through the boys veins, many visible on his hard little body, on the way to his brain his body reacted anyway, abdomen muscle contracting and spasming, arms flailing. When all these signal reached his brain time stuttered to Jeff and then he opened his voice shouting like the well-trained piggy he was: “Oh fucking burning cock, papi thick cock , fuck, burn, fuck feels so god daddy, papi! fuck me papi, give me that burning dick, stretch me daddy, use me.” And so Jose settled in to do just that, jamming his tongue down the boys throat and fucking the boy like the little perfect boy whore he was. Jose enjoyed the boys hot hole immensely. He fucked the boy hard, ravishing his mouth with his tongue while his cock was buried deep, biting Jeff’s perfect nipples, and nuzzling and nipping his ears. Jeff squeezed and milked the thick cock, noisily groaning and moaning at the super thick and wide stretch. Jose whispered unspeakable things in Spanish and Jeff, gone to the world, just cried, “Si papi, soy tuyo, si papi [Yes, daddy, I am yours, yes, daddy]. Jose reached over and grabbed the low flat bow of Tina. He pulled his cock out and quickly rolled the big thick 9 inches in the bowl, making sure to get his cockhead covered too. It was a litttle itchy, but he was going to love Jeff’s response. He held the boys ass open with one hand, trying to make sure Tina got in deep, and used his other hand to align his dick and he speared in in one go. Jeff was no longer lost in his own mind and pleasure, he shouted, “Oh god papi, burning big cock, fuck daddy that hurts, oh fuck, that feels so good.” So Jose did it again, a second coating of his cock. Jeff screamed this time, and Jose fucked and fucked him, Jeff whining as the Tina scratched at his ass. But Jeff was so really open, his hole on fire with burning need. Jose felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see Ben standing with his massive cock absolutely coated with every vein ridged and surface glittering like a Vampires skin, several huge shards tucked in this hole. Jose grinned and as Ben got down beside him he pulled out. Ben quickly lined up and plunged in. This time Jeff -really- screamed, a scream of disbelief at the painful, burning violations so deep inside. Ben just smiled and covered his cries with deep kisses as he release a spirt of piss and sent the big shards tumbling down inside his boys burning hole. Ben fucked Jeff so hard, the Tina scratching and occasionally pieces that hadn’t come off yet broke off and Jeff would cry out. But soon all the Tina had reached Jeff’s blood and he started shouting for the men to use him. Ben drove all the way into his boy and then leaned down and brought Jeff’s arms around his shoulders.”Hold on your gorgeous cunt,” Ben said, standing up, cock still firmly lodged in Jeff hot pussy. Ben then lay down quickly, and pulled Jeff’s torso down, exposing Jeff ‘s hole stuffed wit his big cock. “You want your Dady Jose’s cock in your steamin’ cunt, baby? If you do ,ask him nicely.” Jeff opened his eyes, barely seeing because of his Tina-driven lust, “Please Daddy Jose, I need your cock, please fuck me.” Jose grinned and slicked up his cock with the strongly-laced lube and lined up behind him. Ben reached out and held Jeff ‘s hips: they’d dp’d their boy hundreds of times, but he was still sore. Jose gently kissed Jeff’s ear whispering, “I love you cariño, tell me you need my cock stuffing your cunt.” Jeff groaned and arched his back, making his hole as accessible possible, Jeff purred, his voice thick with desire, “Papi, stuff my cunt with your big daddy…” Jose speared him in one big shove, Jeff’s voice rising, “meeeaaattt,”. And a lot of meat it was. Jose’s cock was one of the thickest dicks around, a punishing 9 inches. Ben’s cock was longer—10 and while a somewhat smaller diameter of 8 inches, it was a very wide cock. When both cocks were in Jeff, it was a very, very big stretch of his bruised and sore assring, rectum and second hole. While he’d begged for it, the double fuck brought into sharp relief that his pussy was sore. Ben saw that Jeff was struggling. “But baby, I thought you said you wanted both our cocks?” Ben said. Jeff grunted as Jose stretched a particular tender spot, “I do daddy, it’s just a lot of cock for my tender pussy.” “But you took doubles from the twins, now you don’t want ours?” Ben said. Jeff side, “No daddy, I want your cocks so much it’s just that it hurts.” Ben smiled and took pity on his boy and started keeping him really poppered up. Of course all this did was make his hole even more receptive than before and both he and Jose could really start railing the boy. The two big top men came together, filling Jeff’s increasingly stretched-out boycunt with a huge load. They all collapsed into a pile, and of course, within seconds Jeff was horny again. Jose pulled his dick out and Ben and Jose cuddled Jeff. “Were you complaining boy?”Jose asked sternly. Before Jeff could answer, Ben spoke up, “No, I asked him.” “Okay,” Jose said and turned Jeff’s face to his and kissed him. “You should not be complaining about pain. It’s your job to take what we give you. But you can ask for what you need to help—poppers, GHB or Tina. But you may never ask for a slam. Is that clear? “Yes, Daddy,” Jeff replied, looking deep into Jose’s eyes with a loving expression. They rested a bit, letting Jeff’s fire build. Then Jose started making out with Jeff in earnest, while Ben kept his hardening cock in constant contact with Jeff’s little muscular body. Ben gently slipped several shards into Jeff’s hole and he started begging to be fucked. Jose happily obliged, and soon Jeff was back in full form, arching is back and loving having one daddy nibble his taught body while the other pillaged his hole. They went at it like this for a good hour, the top men switching back and forth, until Jeff started begging for fists. “Need Daddy fist, miss Dady fist, please,please,”. Jeff chanted.