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Also @spundog what is the story’s title on Gay Demon. I just tried to find it and could not.

Hot as hell story.

Chubby/fat bottom with an insatiable hole. Looking for deep fisting and punching in DC area in early June of this year. Also into enemas, watersports. Experienced hole, giant toys. you must be able to host.

Very hot.

The inspiration for the Prince: [think before following links] https://twitter.com/MagicMikeHung1/status/1662654668345049088

Thanks for this story. I know how much work they can be.

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Amazing story.

Upstairs So Prince Zaid pulled a big fluffy white robe out of a hidden closet and pulled it on, his big ten inches sticking out between the loose tie. He wrapped Andy in a big robe, and picked him up in his arms like a baby. “That’ll never do,” the Prince muttered, and rearranged Andy’s robe so he could feel Andy’s ass against his hard dick. He walked them to the elevator and up to his top floor suite, teasing the boy's asshole with the head of his cock as they made out. The Prince carried the boy into his huge marble personal bath. “Kneel slave and let me clean your pussy hole. I want you clean for my seed,” Andy knelt, with his ass high and his chest to the warmth of the heated marble floor, and the Prince used a flexible shower shot, at a very gentle flower and warmth, to clean him out. He gently pushed the tube inside the boy, slowly threading it in. When Andy began to get uncomfortable, he slapped the boy’s ass, “This may be uncomfortable, beautiful slave, but submit to your master. It’s better to get the lube out now.” Andy tried to submit, but was having trouble, so the Prince reached behind a little stainless steel door in the shower wall and brought out some poppers and gave them to Andy. Andy opened up and the Prince gently cleaned inside his second hole. The Prince went as deep as he could as gently as he could. He wanted the boy cleaned out because it would help him heal, but he also wanted the boy to feel claimed deep inside by his hand, by himself. Once then Prince was satisfied the boy was clean, he fucked him with the water, gently pushing the hose in and out for a few minutes. Then he made the boy kneel with his legs splayed and let it out. They then showered and he toweled the slave off and then Andy dried his body. Andy did so tenderly, admiring the man’s body hair, his hard muscles, his hard ass, and with great reverence the big cock, hard again, and he kissed it often while drying it. They then went and had some fresh yogurt, bright with berries and honey, some bananas, and lots of Gatorade and cold water. As they ate, the Prince kept Andy close on the bench of the little banquet in his huge kitchen, marveling at the boy's perfect beauty. He encouraged the boy to talk, to tell him of his childhood, his high school and hometown, and his life at college. Although both their cocks were hard the whole time, and the boy wanted to touch and pleasure the Prince's big 10 inches, the Prince made the boy eat and drink. “Trust me, beautiful slave, you will feel much better if you eat now, and also again every time we wake,” the Prince said gently, “We have literally had days of nonstop sex, so having some food will make us enjoy our next few days relaxing in bed so much better.” And so Andy rested his beautiful red curls against the Prince's firm chest, his creamy skin white shining against the dark salt and pepper fur and tawny skin of the older man. “It does make me feel better, master,” Andy admitted, “I feel more relaxed now.” “Good, little slave,” the Prince said, kissing the top of Andy’s affectionately. The Prince got up and got some ibuprofen out of a cabinet and handed three to the boy and three for himself. “Your muscles will be very sore all over from all the positions you were in, you will have bruises from my punishments, and you know your ass is swelling,” the Prince said gently, “Some ibuprofen will help keep the swelling down and ease your discomfort.” And so they split a small scone to take with the painkillers. The Prince was mindful they had not had solid food in several days, and wanted to start small. They climbed the big stairs in the big open front hall of the Aspen home, Andy thrilling at the incredible views through the dusk sky. “Once we are rested and are back on a normal sleep schedule,” the Prince promised, “I will take my perfect little slave up to the roof, naked together with me inside a big fur blanket, and we will fuck on the roof and you will see the sunset from over my shoulders as I fill your sweet hole with my seed.” Andy was overwhelmed at how wonderful the thought of that was and turned, looking up, asking permission to kiss the Prince. The Prince started kissing the boy ardently, and soon he picked Andy up and carried him the rest of the way. He moved quickly, so eager to be inside the muscle stud, and when he reached his huge bedroom he stood near a nightstand, holding Andy against his chest, Andy in turn used his strong longs around the older man’s wiry muscles to help support himself. The Prince, wild with need, fumbled with one hand, found the lube and slicked his aching cock. With both hands now he steadied Andy’s smaller frame and sank into the clutching warmth with one hand. Now joined in one of the most intimate ways two men could joining, he began to fuck Andy slowly, savoring the cling, the pull, the flutter of the boys fiery hole. He was looking at the boy intently, feeling the beginning of feelings he’d denied himself for decades, looking at the blues eyes, pupils still wide but a gorgeous bright blue beginning to assert itself, the Prince knew Andy was more than a possession, more than just something to keep well maintained. He wasn’t sure what it was yet, but there was some deeper connection, some desire beyond the desire to possess and assert his mastery over other men that he always felt in sex. He wondered what Andy was feeling and thinking, and he realized he wanted to know what was going on with him not so much because he wanted to control him, to make him give himself to him, but because he wondered if Andy could ever feel anything for him? But then Andy started staring deep into his eyes, and he reached up and kissed the Prince. And while it wasn't an answer the Prince’s mind felt it as a promise and he came again and again and Andy shot a huge load just moments later the spray getting all over his body and the Princes. After they fucked, Andy immediately started cleaning the Princes cock with his hot mouth, moving to lick his own cum off the wiry chest. At the same time the Prince was roaming the furrow of the boy's abs, and garnering cum on his fingers, which Andy ate eagerly. Once they were somewhat clean, they each took an Ambien and settled into bed, the Prince cock snuggled inside Andy’s hole, his arms around the boy. The Prince awoke with a start, realizing yet again why he only did Tina a few times a year—it made a hash of your sleep habits for nearly a week after you stopped it. He realized he and Andy had migrated together, and that somehow Andy was sort of on top of him. And that his cock, miraculously, was still in the boy's ass. His cock stirred, and he so wanted to fuck the boy again, but Andy was asleep and Zaid didn’t want to wake him—he had put the boy through a lot, and he needed rest. So the Prince relaxed, lightly holding the boy around the waist. His thoughts were still a jumble. He knew that he still wanted to possess the boy, that he wanted to dominate and use him, but he also knew something else was going on. Those usual feelings were there, maybe stronger than he had ever felt before with someone, but he realized—as he felt the boy’s incredible ass suckle on his big cock even as the boy slept—that intensified need to possess was because his heart was stirring. It was a mystery how he could be thinking this, after just a few days, but something about the utter abandon of the boy, his delight in every perversion, his openness to every experience, the way he arched his perfect muscular back, making that deep furrow where sweat collected, and pushed his perfect muscle ass back at everything the Prince had given—that was part of it. It was also that the boy's sweetness and bright light shown through him in the day and then transformed at night. During the day the boy was peaches and cream, honey and strawberries, his eyes bright blueberries that signaled his kind intentions, his sweet openness a delight. At night, in a dungeon, tied with ropes or on his knees, that honey burned dark with the smoky scent of need, the blueberry eyes turned ripe dark blackberry, the pink little strawberry of his asshole bloomed as a dark rosebud, the peaches and cream of his skin soured with purple bruises and welts of red. The Prince thought Andy looked equally delicious in both aspects of his character, bright light of the morning or dark light of the moon. And he hoped Andy wanted all of his own complicated aspects too. For the next four days, they did nothing but relax, sleep, and have (relatively) gentle and (relatively) vanilla sex. Every day the Prince wore beautiful merino and cashmere sweatpants in a dark brown. The pants were custom, designed to wick away sweat naturally. They were very comfortable—one could do yoga in them and the Prince did—but also revealing,showing off his firm thighs, his powerful ass, and the bulge of his thick cock. When he wore a shirt, it was a simple white merino t-shirt , which clung to him in all the right places and the short sleeves bulged around his yoga-toned biceps. Andy wore an almost identical outfit just in colors suited to him: emerald green pants and sapphire blue sleeveless tanks. The clothes fitted him nearly perfectly—they had been started shortly before he got on the plane—but the Prince could see that the next set would be improved with an actual body to measure. But the Prince had no complaints about how the boy looked—the pants were utterly comfortable for him, but they fitted him close to the tightness of a pair of old fashioned hosiery. The boy's leg muscles rippled under the fabric and every detail of his muscle ass was visible. But the best part was how the boy’s cock and balls looked, hard or soft, outlined in the soft fabric. Andy marveled at the clothes, and just laughed when the Prince said it had been easy enough to have them made when his existing clothes were all over the hotel room flor. He realized though that his clothes were more revealing, that while the Prince’s revealed some things and suggested others, while Andy’s clothes displayed his body much more candidly, it turned him on that the Prince found him so attractive. The first day they were so exhausted they basically stayed in bed and fucked and napped. The Prince made him eat three meals but all were light, and they snacked on yogurt and fresh berries too. By the second day the soreness had reached Andy ‘s assring. Andy was frustrated that they couldn’t fuck, but he occupied himself with sucking the beautiful cock and begging for loads of piss. By the fourth day, Andy’s soreness had abated enough and his need grew so much that the Prince fucked him again. When Andy felt the Prince’s big cock inside him again, he realized he was starting to have feelings he’d never had before. Andy was on the bed on his back, feeling more alive than he felt like he ever had, enjoying the feeling of the Prince’s big thick cock reaching deep inside him. Andy thrilled at the handsome face looking at him so intently, so much golden brown finally coming back in the eyes after the dark black lust of his eyes during their wild time in the dungeon. Andy felt himself magnetized by the Prince, his power, his subtle mastery of Andy’s body. Andy appreciated that the Prince pushed him and pushed him, but that he also tried to rein Andy’s darker impulses in when he felt they were turning self-destructive. As the Prince fucked him, he remembered flashes of their dark scenes—the pain of the electricity, the agony of the fucking machine relentlessly fucking his hole deep with giant dildos, and the fire of electricity coursing through pins stuck through his balls—while also inhabiting the passionate fuck that thrilled him right now. He loved the way the Prince looked at him with something shining in his golden brown eyes, how he stroked his body and called him beautiful, how he kissed him tenderly and then with increasing ardour, how he locked at him with undisguised need and want as he came and came within him. Andy was starting to realize, faintly, something he would come to understand fully: that the Prince drew out Andy’s darkest desires and fantasy, that he, Andy, brought out the Prince's deepest desire and longest held secret: the Prince’s need to love and be loved. One Week Later: A Flight A little over one week later, a large black SUV pulled up to the private terminal at Sardy Field, Aspen’s primary airport. The driver got out of the car and went around to help the passengers out. First to emerge was a tall man with tawny skin and salt-and-pepper hair. He was immaculately clad in a suit, in a blue just a step brighter than navy, and the clothes highlighted his broad shoulders and leanness, his stance commanding. The tailoring looked English, and his tawny skin told onlookers he was either Asian Briton or from the subcontinent itself. As he lifted his arm to help his companion with the solicitous and appreciative air a powerful man uses towards his beautiful wife, one could glimpse the bright flash of a large and chunky watch of some luxurious vintage to match his clothes. And then any onlookers who had been following the little scenario play out were treated to a surprise: the object of the older man’s possessive and erotic gaze was a much younger man. Walking down the steps, one arm supported by the older man, the younger man wore a perfectly tailored suit of a deep royal blue, cut so that the perfect v of his torso was outlined, and the power in his small legs and buttocks was clear to everyone. His suit was obviously of the finest Italian cut, in the way it displayed his masculine perfection for onlookers while still quietly saying: wealth. His shirt was a light cornflower, and the textures of its weave caught the light and highlighted the beauty of his creamy skin and his crown of red curls, cut so they hung and framed his small handsome face and the bright blue eyes that popped and popped as because of the way his clothes matched the blue of his eyes. Once the two men were out of the truck, the older man kissed the shorter man gently on the top of the head and they were off. The redhead always moved slightly in front of the older man but to the side, and the older man’s tawny skin shown against the blue-suited shoulder of the shorter man, where his hand rested lightly. They spoke quietly, back-and-forth with the easy commentary and lightness of a couple. As they alighted into the big Gulf Stream, the kind used only for long-haul flights, the close observer would have seen that the older man leaned forward and said something into the ear of the younger man as he cupped his ass to steady him on the craft’s ladder. And those watching most closely would have seen the red head turn and give the older man the most open and radiant smile one could imagine. After dozens of suitcases—all in the retro styling and classic colors of Globe-Trotter, luggage makers to the Queen—were loaded into the hull, the plane took off into the twilight sky. Two and One-Half Years Later: A Fantasy is Fulfilled A little over two years later, Andy stood in a corner of the Prinzknecht (Prince's Servant) leather bar in Berlin. His head was bowed and his hands were clasped in front, lightly holding a leash attached to a shimmering platinum chain that led to his collar. Despite the music and noise, he couldn’t hear anything because his lord Prince had placed a pair of sensory deprivation headphones on his ears. His perfect muscles bulged and shimmered in the light, his skin moisturized with the finest skincare products, his red curls glowed and framed his face perfectly thanks to the $700 haircuts he received every four weeks. He wore no shirt but instead a wide red -trimmed leather collar. Nestled within the valley of his big pecs was a platinum dog tag reading “Property of Mr Rohan.” His completely hairless 8-pack guided the eye to the red jockstrap he wore. At first glance it was a standard issue Bike, with a big B logo under his belly button. But this jockstrap was custom with an R for Mr Rohan in the middle, and the jock itself was partially sheer, usually giving bar patrons just a glimpse of Andy’s thick 8 inch meat. Right now though, the men in the bar could see the big thick cream and pink cock clearly. Andy Galvin was hard. Andy Galvin was waiting. Andy Galvin was turned on. Around 50 minutes later, men at the front of the noisy Berlin bar began to hear a commotion as a group of men processed through the space. The other patrons were hooting, whistling, and applauding. As the procession reached the front, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, his lean muscular torso revealed by an open black vest of the softest leather, a thin red band around his left bicep, his right arm displaying a ceramic watch with studs, stepped slightly forward to get a better view. The Prince did not contribute to the hubbub, but instead smiled deeply as 6’8”muscle man Hans, president of the Berlin Biker Men Motorcycle Club walked at the head of the group displaying a big certificate reading “I consent to this scene. signed, Andy G.“ As Hans passed by, the men of the bar caught a glimpse of a short, naked, perfectly muscled small man, his big cock hard and dripping precum, prominently displayed within a network of excellent rope work and carried by a posse of huge men in fetish gear. What they could not see, because of the black sack that covered his head and fastened all around his collar, was Andrew Galvin’a beautiful red curls. Or his closed eyes. Andy Galvin was unconscious. His oversized perfect cock remained rock hard and dripping. Andy Galvin was still turned on.

The Prince’s Bathhouse Prince Zaid Rohan let Andy get up from his crabwalk and removed his fist from his ass at the door. “This is my bathhouse play space, slave,” the prince said. And he led Andy briefly around, showing him the areas. He then cleaned Andy out with a deep cleaning enema tool, fucking him hard with the water at a fairly high flow. He then dried Andy off, gave him another ½ gram with a gentle push of his hand inside. He then led Andy to the shower where Andy washed his master’s body while also kissing each body part, ending by worshiping his master hole with his tongue, lapping deep into the Prince’s colon. He then suckled on the prince’s cock until it was hard. The prince fucked him in the shower, without lube, the boys hole so loose that by the time he started to feel it, the princes enormous amount of precum had already slicked the way. The hole was loose, but it also fluttered and clung around his thick ten inches, and he taught the boy how to consciously squeeze his sluthole as the Prince pulled out and to open and blossom his ass on the way in. The prince had been so sexually wired without coming for so long, that he came after only about 20 minutes, spilling his seed and yelling. Still inside the boy, he filled Andy’s hole with piss and slapped the muscle ass as he pulled out. He then walked around and pulled a medium sized buttplug out of a wall closer and plugged the piss inside. He walked the boy over to their room and had him kneel on the bed assup and made the boy suckle and nuzzle on his cock before taking the boy back out to the toilet to let out the piss. The boy was dehydrated—despite all the water and Gatorade the prince had been giving him—and so the boy's hole soaked up most of the liquid as well as all of the Tina. Andy was now very high and was begging for assplay but he also needed to drink some fluid, so the prince made him drink a gatorade while he lightly fisted the boy’s hole. When the boy had drunk two of the Gatorades, the Prince blindfolded the boy for a few minutes. He then rolled the table next to one side of the bed near the little side table. The prince got comfortable on the bed, with a pillow at his back and with the little table with its lubes and the little dorm fridge within easy reach. He then had Andy slide back toward him and arrange himself with his ass slightly raised resting on the prince's legs, and his legs splayed wide. He instructed the boy to remove the blindfold and hand it to him and he tossed it up on the shelf. He then had the boy raise up with his stomach flat and poured in lube. The boy's hole was so loose, he started off with one of the larger toys. He knew that while the boy's hole was super stretched, these toys were very difficult to take. They were not just firm, they were hard, and they demanded that the asshole they were invading conform to their shape. He actually preferred to do this on a boy first, while their hole wasn’t opened, slowly opening it from smallest to biggest. But he would save that for after he’d let the boy’s hole rest and he hadn’t had Tina for a while and the colon was swelling closed. He would use the boy's hole for a while that way, and test the boy's appetite for pain. Picking up the hard long tool—it had flat plates about 1/2 inch thick, their sides slightly rounded. He chose one with all the same sized plates, about 4 inches in diameter. He had ones that went to 10 inches in diameter, but he didn’t want to start there. He needed to see how the boy’s hole responded. As each of the plates slid through a sphincter, the toy required the area of the colon to line up in a straight line. Even Jake, who was absolutely crazy about the experience and pain of these toys—still gave a little gasp or cry every time one went in, especially after the diameter got to around 3 inches. The prince handed the boy some poppers and told him to not use them until he said he could, and that Andy should worship the prince’s feet and bathe between the Prince’s toes with his tongue. He then lugged up the toy with some of the thick fisting cream and popped the first plate into the kids hole. Andy’s gorgeous body reacted immediately, he gave a little gasp and then moaned. The prince first used the plate to push around in the boy's stretched out hole. He then pressed lightly forward and the big plate moved forward and then the second plate entered his hole. “Gently squeeze your hole around this tool, think of it as my hand in you,” the prince said gently, massaging the boy's muscular ass and thighs. After a minute, the prince said, “Now arch your back slightly and then gently push out your asshole, move back and take another ridge. Go very slowly and stop if you feel any resistance at all and tell your Master if you do.” Andy said, “Yes, master,” and did as instructed until he had taken 2 more. The prince stopped him and said, “Be very still , I am going to put my hand in you. Do not be afraid, this is just a part of the process. Just breathe steadily.” When Andy opened his mouth to speak the prince spoke before he could. “For the rest of our play you have my permission to only nod to thank me or say yes Master. You only are required to reply audibly when I say ‘answer me.’ understood slave?” and Andy just nodded his head. The prince lubed up his right hand and then using his left to hold the toy steady he slipped it inside. He wanted to do this because he knew the feeling of Andy’s ass would be incredible and that as he was stretched, this wouldn’t be a problem for him to take, but he also wanted to make sure he knew the exact position of the boys inner ring. Andy enjoyed the fullness and let him slip slowly to the front of the first ridge. He wrapped his hand around it and Andy moaned, enjoying the extra stretch. He then used his fingers to feel for the next chamber, lightly teasing it and estimating how many more rings he would take before opening that hole. He then wrapped his hand around each ring on the way out, stretching Andy’s hole. Fuck, Zaid thought, I am going to do that with every toy we use tonight. He got the toy into the boy to the point where it needed to get through to the second chamber and he gently fucked Andy over and over with it, taking the ridges out of his assring and then pushing back in. Finally he pulled out entirely and sprinkled 1/8 gram in the boy and then let that additional high kick in. He lined the toy up with the angle he’d noted earlier and gently, with medium speed, he pushed the toy until the boy had taken a ring through his second hole while his first took one two. The boy gave a little scream then a deep moan and he felt the toy aligning his asshole in a straight line. The boy had just experienced what he would all night—the toy was structured in such a way that you always felt it in each ring at once. It’s why the Prince loved the versions where the first ridge was smaller and they grew in size because the sub felt the stretch increase in each ring. He leaned forward and kissed the boy’s ass muscle, “That was a good job slave,” he then pushed again another ring popped in. Andy screamed again and hung his head feeling the absolute way the toy, wielded by his master, mastered his hole. He screamed in two short little bursts as the Prince added two more rings. He was panting and sweating and grunting. The prince gave him time to absorb the pain and the thrill of the stretch. He then slipped another 1/8 gram into the boy's hole and quested the toy around, stretching the boy and making sure he was at a good angle. He told Andy to have four big hits of poppers, and as they began to kick in he slowly pushed in the final rings, being mindful of the feedback the shape of the boy's hole was telling him. As soon as the toy was in, the Prince paused until Andy’s was enjoying the stretch and he slowly worked the toy into its base. He left it in, and told Andy to suckle his ass on the big toy. After about ten minutes, he began to play with Andy‘s hole, stretching it and teasing it and holding open and blowing inside. He then slowly started fucking Andy with the big toy, watching him squirm and moan as his holes were constantly stretched, closed around the big ridged ridges, and forced back open by the next. When he got the boy’s hole loosened but not sloppy, able to take the toy at a slow moderate fuck, he pushed the tool in all the way and told and to gently squeeze until he was told not to. He then lubed up the six inch diameter rone. Gently pulling out the 4 inch, he aligned the angle of the 6 inch diameter toy with what he knew of the boy's ass and slowly but sure pushed until he had two ridges past the boy's second ring. Andy cried out and then went completely still as he felt the incredible demands of the bigger toy. He was groaning and moaning, but the prince noticed his cock was now streaming precum. He then told the boy to take four hits, and he pushed the toy home in one gentle push. Andy did yell at that, but he soon rounded his hips and began moving on the invader. The prince used the boy's hole like this for hours, stopping only to have Andy deep throat him or drink a load of piss or to have him drink water or Gatorade, always with one of the toys lodged in his hole. The Prince soon began switching in various shaped balls and eggs, some on strings, some on hard toys. The boy would cry out in pain and ecstasy when the Prince pulled the balls out. He knew the boy found the toys that were rigid to be painful, but he also knew Andy was such a pig slut, he found them thrilling. When he felt the boys hole start to swell shut, he switched back to the 10 inch diameter and slowly fucked it in and out, waiting for Andy to start to twist in pain. When he had been getting more and more uncomfortable, the prince pushed the big toy all the way back in, and said, “Do you like these toys in your hole? Answer me.” “Yes master,” Andy said. The prince continued, “I know you find them painful but you also seem to enjoy the feelings they give you, slave. Answer me.” “ They do hurt, sometimes intensely, but they also fill up and stretch me,” Andy breathed, “And they are such a wild ride when I can open up around them and you fuck me. So it hurts me but it also turns me on, Master.” The Prince smiled and gently removed the toy until just one ring was inside. He pulled out the fisting cream and lubed the toy up heavily. He then took out one of the 1 gram vials of very finely crushed Tina and pressed his finger in and pushed it into a spot on the inside of the first ring. He did this with all the inside surfaces, varying where he did so. Then, he put a few random thumb dots of Tina on the outside of a few rings until it was all gone. Telling the boy to take six hits of poppers, he then pushed the toy moderately quickly into the boy—he wanted to go fast enough that the rings wouldn’t have time to close, as he wanted Tina to penetrate the entire hole. Andy screamed the entire time the toy was rammed to the hilt in his hole, and he kept screaming as the Prince moved the toy around, trying to get all of the tina into the boy as quickly as possible. Andy soon stopped screaming, grunting “fuck” and “damn” as the prince started fucking him gently with it, occasionally making a little cry of pain, trying to make sure that all of the powder on the inside of the ridges was absorbed. The prince then paused, as he wanted the massive dose to do its work. As he saw Andrew start to really become a pig again, arching his back and moaning and panting, he slowly began to move and found the little studhole was open and loose again. He began fucking the hole, not going as fast as previously as he saw the boys hunger grow. He nurtured that hunger, and began pulling the toy just out one ring and leaving it there, the boy would go rigid, unable to move as his insides were stretched. The prince did this over and over again, each time making Andy grunt with pleasure and and pant, “fuck, fuck, fuck” until he released the stretch on the boy’s rings. He did this for a while and then decided he wanted something that would stretch Andy in ways that none of these things could. The boy clearly was open, so why not give his ass something it could chew on? So he gave the boy 1/2 gram and put him in a red jockstrap, a huge string of balls up his ass. He then blindfolded Andy and hung him in the hall outside the bathhouse with heavy ball weights and his tits with heavy weights attached. He allowed his feet to touch the ground but only on his toes. He then went and got the fisting platform and attached the largest ogre to the fuckmachine and brought it back. The toy was a monster—20 inches wide at the top, 25 inches wide at the base, and would enter Andy’s hole 21 inches deep. He then drove the fisting platform over to where Andy was in the hall. When Andy heard him coming, he began to beg to be used and his hole stretched, the tina had made him so hungry again. The Prince moved the machine into position and got Andy’s feet in the boots and strapped in. He then lifted him until he was in a squatting position with the toy under his hole. Andy was again completely without the ability to think of anything but having his hole stretched and tried to lower himself. The Prince slapped him, and said “I was pleased with how well you took those other toys, slave. I especially like the way you seem to enjoy the stretching and pain of my collection of stiff tools. I am going to special order some much bigger ones so you can experience that more.” Andy just smiled, and managed, half out of his mind, “Thank you, master, thank you for stretching me.” The Prince began to slowly lower Andy down. As the big tool breached his hole, the stretch beyond belief he groaned and immediately the flow of liquids out of his penis increased. The prince kept the toy going into the boy's hole until he did a total body freeze, feeling penetrated to his core, his mouth open into a silent howl.. He then gave the boy another inch, Andy panting and giving little groans and he stopped the stretch. The prince was pleased to see the toy was only half way in—part of the point of this exercise was that he, the Prince, had been getting bored because the boy's hole was too open and the tools he had brought into play—while monstrous in size—weren’t enough. He marveled at the ability of such small men to take so much. Some of the smallest twinks and thick little bear cubs he had used could accommodate much more than much taller men. He also marveled at how much Andy had already started enjoying the stretch. Mindful that this part of the evening was supposed to involve pain, he immediately gave another inch to the boy. Andy’s hole was stretched very wide. He was growling and grunting, and feeling the enormous stretch all up his hole. Just as he started to adjust, the prince gave him 1/2 inch more. He then paused, and circled the boy, admiring the stretched out hole and the gorgeous muscles straining. He gave the boy time—something he didn’t always do, but the boy had taken A LOT—and when he saw the hunger build, he gave the boy another 2 inches, very slowly lowering him down. Andrew screamed then, feeling like his hole was going to be torn apart, but his cock, despite all the Tina, got rock hard. The prince reached out and began jacking the big meat as Andrew yelled, grunted, and chanted “fuck, fuck, fuck.” It took 20 minutes before his ass learned to accept the stretch. Even then, his entire body was shaking and sweat was pouring off of him. The prince came up to him, and smiled darkly, “Do you like my stretch, slave. Answer me.” “Oh god yes, master, thank you,” Andrew replied, his eyes shining darkly. The prince circled the boy, and began running his fingers along the hole, questing for a spot to slip in a finger. He found one by a ridge and sent his finger up. Andrew ground and began bucking, and as he experienced a rocking anal orgasm the Prince shifted first one finger then two next to the huge dildo and began to play with the boys hole. Andrew orgasmed, spasming around the huge toy for several minutes. The prince slipped his finger out, and then deposited 1/4 gram in the boy. Seeing that take effect he gave the boy another inch. Andy did cry out, and he briefly froze, but he was much faster to accommodate the toy. The prince moved the upper platform up slowly, the boy's hole prolapsing out around the toy as it left his hole. Rohan then set the toy to fuck the boy very slowly for ten minutes at exactly the depth he taken already and 10 minutes with another 1/4 and then 10 minutes at an increasing intensity and speed followed by another 10 of slow fucking. He watched the boy struggle at first but then his overriding pig love of assfucking took over. Knowing he’d been fine, the prince returned to his room, set an alarm for 30 minutes and lay down to rest—he knew he wouldn't sleep, but he could close his eyes and just drift and relax. When he returned to Andy, he could see the boy was lost in lust and would take the big fuck for hours if he left him. He stopped the machine with the boy impaled and quested around his ass, realizing his fingers slipped in easily. He gave the boy another 1/4–he didn’t care if he was fried—and then let another 1 inch into the boy. Andy just moaned and leaned into the stretch. The prince gave the boy another inch and then he was wide awake, aware of the stretch, rigid and moaning. The prince went up to the boy and grabbed him by the throat and kissed him roughly. The boy was almost completely overtaken by lust and his buttpig soul. The prince began nipping at his neck, suddenly turned on by just how much of a pig the boy was. He bent and removed the titclamps and began biting the boy's sore nipples, as he did so the boy had a massive anal orgasm and actually came. His big cock rock hard and squirting up. The prince captured the seed with his hand and fed it to the boy, the boy licking it as he quivered and gasped. The anal orgasm had settled Andy down onto the toy, and the Prince decided to claim more of the boy's hole with the big toy. He let the toy out just a few inches, and the boy started pushing down, missing the intense stretch. He knew the boy was gone, but he gave him another half and then gave the boy another two inches of the toy. The boy went silent for a second, then went nuts, sucking on the giant toy with his hole. The prince gave the boy another inch,and again he just moaned and tried to fuck himself. The prince was ambivalent. He was feeling ready to be more intimate with the boy, but he was also always eager to see an ass stretched to its limit. So he gave the boy two more inches. This had an impact. Andy went utterly silent, then howled as the stretch was absorbed. The prince then cruelly gave him another 1/2 inch and watched the boy groan, struggle, quiver and moan. He then set the machine to fuck the boy very slowly, and to stay at the current depth for five minutes, then to quest deeper by 1/4 for five minutes, then another 1/4 for five minutes. Then to stay at the current depth for five minutes, then start again. This meant that Andy would take 1 inch every hour. This has the impact the Prince sought. Andy was now not able to just loose himself in the fuck. He was constantly being challenged. At first he struggled and whined, but the prince wanted to see him suffer, so he gave him no poppers. This was intended to be a punishment, to make him feel the Prince’s power deep in his hole. After the first hour, the prince sped the machine up at the newly claimed depth for five minutes, giving Andy a moderately fast fuck, which was then followed by a slow pounding to claim another ½ inch. By this point, Andy was in another reality, his whole world compressed to the giant thing invading his hole. The Prince stood in front of Andy, roughly kissing him and tweaking his nipples or tugging on his balls. He then waited until the toy was lodged deep at the depth he’d been fucked at most recently, and he stopped the machine. When Andy took a big breath, he slowly began driving the hole into the boy's hole. Andy started screaming at 1/2 inch, so the prince stopped it at 3/4. Andy immediately started begging between groans, “I am sorry Master, it’s too much, I can’t, please sir.” The Prince smiled, “Are you saying you can’t take anymore of this toy or anymore assplay?” Andy was grunting, moaning and panting again, “This toy, it’s too big master, I can’t take more,” The Prince held the boy there, watching his body tremble and stroking his now rock hard cock. Satisfied the boy was telling the truth, he removed 1/4 inch, carefully watching the boy. When it was clear Andy wasn’t going to be able to settle, his muscles still too stretched, the prince took away another 1/4. Even though the boy was still 1/4 inch deeper than he had been taking for a while, he settled. Andy was moaning and muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck” the Prince watched the boy’s hole relax around the monster toy. “Someday I will train you to take that for hours, and your ass will be used to my whims to be aggressive,” the prince promised, “But that’s for another day.” Finally, he thought, I’ve got him where I can start bringing him down and we can move to the next stage. Then he grinned, thinking that he wasn’t complaining about how much the boy had taken. The kid was like barely 22? What a natural pig he’d found. He got the boy off the dildo, Andy as wobbly as a newborn colt, the intensity of that fuck having taxed him. The Prince gently led him to their room and had him set up next to him, with his upper body snuggled up to his. He made him drink a couple of Gatorades and a bottle of water and let the boy just relax. At first he had a faraway expression on his face, but within 15 minutes or so he started to revive. He more actively started to nuzzle, lightly worshiping the Prince’s body. The prince scooted his own hand down and gently entered the boy’s asshole, Andy arching his back with need. “Good slave, I am glad you are still a little hungry,” the prince said, “But I think you need another twenty minutes of rest and you should have another bottle of water. Let’s just enjoy the feeling of our bodies together, you just lay calmly.” Andy lay there, doing a fairly good job of being still, but the Prince could see his ass occasionally moving, his hunger growing. As the mandated rest period ended, Zaid began to make love to Andy. He had never done this before—the boy had clearly wanted rough fucking from the beginning. But the prince knew that showing this side of himself would preview those parts of the boy's future life that wouldn’t be so demanding, requiring such total submission. They made out, the Prince still being demanding with his tongue, but his touch was gentle. He whispered praise in Andy’s ears, telling him he was proud of him for being such a good boy and suffering so beautifully, tellíng him how perfect and beautiful he was. “Tell me what you're thinking, slave,” the Prince said, his handsome face inches from Andy’s. “I am thinking about how much I like giving myself to you,” Andy said, his eyes slightly shiny with emotion. The Prince, overcome with passion, climbed on top of the beautiful body, and pushed Andy’s legs back. Suspended above the boy for maximum penetration, he slid his 10 inch cock, bursting with desire, into the boy. He started of gently, trying to observe if the boy was sore, but Andy opened his legs wide and begged the Prince to fuck him. The Prince had one of his best fucks of his life, finding the boy to be like a new discovery. Somehow those few moments of intimacy had made him feel something new about the boy. Andy’s muscular arms were clutching his ass, trying to push more of the princes cock inside him, his eyes were locked on the prince’s eyes, he was begging him softly “Please master, please take me, give me your seed, please I need you inside me forever,” Suddenly the world went white and the Prince came and came and came grunting and yelling. After he had fucked the boy, he stayed in him. The Prince stared at the boy, wondering why he was wanting to continue to offer this boy tenderness. he’d just met the boy, and he was already feeling things about him he’d refused or been able to feel about his faithful boy Jake. Jake had asked for tenderness, well, really love, at first silently and then with his voice, begging the prince to show him he cared for Jake's wellbeing not just because he saw him as valuable sexual property but because he cared. The Prince didn’t know if he loved Andy—he felt the circumstances of his life had made him incapable of love—but he knew he cared for the boy. Somehow, he already cared and wanted him for more than just his ability to be a fucking sex-slave trooper in the dungeon. Coming out of this post-orgasm daydream, the Prince felt the boy's ass suckling on his rock hard cock. The Prince smiled, and playfully slapped the boy's chest. He bent down and lightly bit one of the boys nipples, hard and aroused and red from abuse, he then kissed his way up the boy, gently fucking the boy, marveling again at how wonderful the boys hole was. “Beautiful little man, beautiful little slave,” the prince said, Andy arched his back up, moaning, and relished the caress, his hole opening underneath the Prince's big cock with each of those words. “Is your ass hungry for your cock or my fist, buttslave?” the Prince demanded, his face hardening with passion. Andy looked at him with a face of absolute desire, as if mesmerized by the older man’s energy, “Both please sir, cock, fist, whatever you want, please sir.” Hearing the boy’s words and seeing his face with that hunger for him drove the Prince to fuck the boy hard, at first facing him, then taking him from behind bent with his arms on the shelf, the prince laying on the bed with the boy riding him, finally, he put the boy back on that incomparable muscle back again and fucked him while feasting on the boys muscles, his shoulder, his pecs, his biceps, lightly biting and licking with an overarching desire to posses, to own, and to care for. Finally the prince lost control and spasmed into another mind-blowing orgasm, at the same Andy, his cock still shrunk from Tina, started squirting out of his own cock and having an anal orgasm around the prince ‘s big cock sawing inside his hole. The boy started softly and quietly begging his Master Rohan to fist him, telling him he wanted to feel his master possess him again from the inside. So the prince filled the boy with a huge load of piss, the boy lying on his back and the prince making out with him the whole time. As the warm tingly liquid began to fill him Andy began to moan, kissing the prince more passionately, begging to be taken and used. When he was finished, the prince reached up on the shelf and chose a medium plug and gently slid it in. He got the boy up and had him kneel with his ass high and his chest flat against the tiles in the shower and cleaning area. He then went to a cabinet and got a funnel with a tube attached and went to pick up the bucket he’d had the boy piss in since they entered the bathhouse. Returning to the boy, now starting to quiver and quake in hunger, he pushed the small rubber hose around the big buttplug and pushed until it was deep in the boy. Then he slowly began to pour the boy's own piss in as well, filling and stretching his hole. When Andy began to groan as the water stretched him the Prince had him take several huffs of poppers and he was able to take it all. The Prince removed the tubing, and began to gently play with the boy's hole around the plug, slowly working in first one, then two, then three fingers. He kept the pace very slow—he didn’t want to regignite any animal need within the boy for hard fucking—he just wanted the worked-out ass to have a gentle water stretch, albeit a stretch with a prime ingredient sure to make Andy’s ass feel needy. The prince was finally able to slowly insert his entire hand around the plug, and he began to move the plug around gently, using circular motions to stretch Andy’s assring and outer chamber. Satisfied the muscles in the boys ass could still handle some level of lateral stretch he began to gently fuck the boy. He used the combination of his wrist and the Burt plug, lodged in the boy to push the water deeper, gently, making the chempiss make gentle stretching waves, reclaiming and gently reopening the entire colon. The prince, usually so fastidious, could care less about the piss dripping and occasionally squirting from the boy’s ass. Andy was really getting into this, opening out his hips and pushing back, so the prince gently pulsed a little more, keeping the tempo very slow. The prince stopped with just the thinnest part of his wrist in the boy’s hole, and he held two fingers of his other hand to gently open an opening—around the size of the rubber tube he used earlier around the plug—and had Andy gently push. At the prince’s command Andy pushed six times, and each time he did piss squirted out. Satisfied enough pressure had been released, the prince gently pulled the butt plug back into position with his hand deeper inside. He then made a loose fist and began to fist the hole full of piss, pushing the water more intently in and out, fucking the boys inside with a wave of chempiss slowly and gently. Andy was lost in a haze of pleasure, his outer hole stretching as more and more of the thicker part of the prince's arm entered him. The prince then pulled back, and used his free hand to create a space around his wrist, using his thumb and first two fingers to hold the boy open and his third and fourth, coated in thick fisting cream bore two shards in the liquid. The prince was careful to insert the shards towards his arm, so that they would dissolve in the watery piss rather than directly into the boy's bloodstream through his ass. He meant to start a gentle fire—neither he or the boy had the energy for another inferno of lust to burn between them. Satisfied he’d made sure the piss would continue its work of keeping the ovens of Andy’s ass going, the prince commanded quietly, “Do some poppers and breathe, slave, big stretch while the buttplug comes out.” Andy breathed and groaned as the widest part of the buttplug slipped out, but he seemed to enjoy the extra stretch. The prince balled his fist inside Andy’s ass and began to slowly fist, opening the boys assring with his other hand to let some of the pressure out. After several minutes of this Andy was in heat again, the prince slowed down the fuck, his free hand stroking Andy’s ass and torso. He then made a small, folded fist. “Breathe deep and do some poppers, slave,” the prince said, “Let me explore deep inside you, accept my hand and let me have you with my passion.” He then gently entered the second ring. Several hours later, Andy’s muscular thighs were spread wide across the Rohan’s tawny skin, the boy’s cock—semi hard now that the drugs were starting to wear off— drizzled a constant tiny stream of precum onto the bedsheets and the prince’s hard cock. The prince slathered his cock with the little man’s precum every time he fucked the perfect muscle ass—even though Andy hole was already slick with lube—because it really turned Andy on to watch the prince standing between his creamy legs and jacking his big tawny prick while caressing and milking precum out of the boy’s uncut meat. They’d been playing at low simmer for almost three hours now. He fisted the boy for about 1/2 hour, and even though he knew the boy wanted more, the boy’s insides were getting sore. It was time to insist on slowing things down. Since then he’d had the boy in several positions, using the various hard straight dildos in his collection. He had gone extremely slow, but Andy clearly relished the little ping of pain as each one entered his hole. He’d give a groan, but within minutes would be asking for more. They had started with the thickest and widest set of ridges, but it had only gone a few rings past his second sphincter. The prince knew the boy couldn’t take it anymore, so he just played to that depth for a few minutes before sizing done, each time slowly, slowly sliding the toy in and out of his hole, ridge by ridge, ball by ball, egg by egg. They moved slowly down in size as more of the boy’s inner hole shut down. Andy was still hungry—and the prince knew if he fisted another gram or even 1/2 gram the boy would open up—but it was time for this particular wild playtime to end. The Prince fed Andy’s hunger by fucking him for 15 minutes here and there, always distributing a little chempiss inside while he fucked him. He knew his wasn’t as potent as the boy’s own, but it kept the boys hole simmering. As with many true buttpigs, Andy’s outer hole stayed looser and much more needy for a lot longer and his assring could still take more stretch. So the Prince started putting thin ribbed dildos deep and then gently stretching his outer hole with very pliable, spongy tools, sliding them in slowly and moving them around gently and moving the deeper tool around with it. The Prince felt Andy’s cock getting steadily harder as the drugs wore off. The boy’s assring was swollen as a donut, and beneath the narrow waist it looked much larger and more obscene than it would on a bigger body. Right now a thick blunt, spongy toy stuck about 1/2 out of the boy's hole because it filled his whole outer chamber and it was not going deeper. Deeper, the Prince had pushed in small egg shaped balls on a string. Once the first one slid in the second ring, he’d trained Andy to suck them in with his own ass muscles. This had worked somewhat but he still needed gentle pushes from the prince's hand up his hole to get them in. The prince had wrapped the rest of the balls around the big tool, as has he gently moved it around inside the boy the eggs moved and tugged and pushed—so, so slowly—deep inside the boy. The Prince decided after about another 1/2 hour that it was probably a point where he could get the boy to admit he was getting tired and that they should move on. He wasn’t really concerned if the kid was ready to be done—he was in charge and knew better than Andy did about how long one bottom could go—but he also wanted to make everything seem natural. He knew that when he controlled the boys life—especially whether going to work was more important or whether fulfilling the Princes every sexual whim was more important—then he might have continued things. But he didn’t yet have the boy and he also didn’t want to have to drag out the recovery longer. He knew that there was always a price to pay in exhaustion and some depression to ride out after a long, intense, session fueled by substances. The Prince gently eased the big spongy tool out of Andy, allowing the tool to pull the balls out slowly. He did it carefully but he was also hoping any discomfort the little eggs caused popping out would register and help Andy get more in tune with his body. He admired the big, loose hole, hanging open and the big puffy lips that were his handwork. He got up on his knees, leaving Andy’s legs spread wide in the bed and he slipped his big cock inside the boy. He marveled, as always, at the velvet heat and special feel of a well-used asshole. The boy’s ass clutched and quivered around his big cock, it felt like Andy was giving him a handjob with chamois cloth. The prince bent at the waist and supporting himself with his right side elbow, he used his strong left arm to grab the boy under his shoulder up across the boy's left pec to encircle his neck. He then brought the both of them slightly up, increasing the arch of the boys back. Prince Zaid started pounding Andy’s hole with wild passion. Andy was grunting and constantly crying out “Oh god you feel so good, so good, so good inside me master.” The Prince went wild, then, kissing and biting the boys neck chewing on his ear. “You like your master’s cock taking your boypussy, slave,” the Prince whispered over and over. “Yes, please, thank you master, fuck me,” became Andy’s chant. Finally, as the Prince held the boy tight against his chest, stretching the arch of the boy’s back like a harp he started yet another blinding orgasm. The minute the hot pellets of cum started squrting deep in his hole, Andy’s own cock, rock hard from the sensual fuck and it’s constant rubbing on the sheets exploded too. Both men started laughing, the joy of all that sexual release hitting them both at the same time. The Prince and Andy lay on the bed, panting, Andy now splayed on top of the older man, his creamy thighs nestled inside the tawny brown of the Prince. The prince’s cock remained firmly inside Andy’s ass. After just seconds, the Prince was caressing and feeling the boy's muscles, lightly pinching his nipples roaming as far up and down as he could without losing the connection of cock-to-asshole that was his whole body’s focus. Andy too, was focused on the way his ass felt, the cock still semi hard and so still a large presence inside his increasingly tender ass. He gentled wiggled and writhed, feeling up and down the Prince’s lean muscles when he could get access to them, at other times just enjoying the feeling of his back resting against the hard abs and the hard chest his head rested against. “I think, beautiful slave, that your hole is done for now,” the Prince whispered in the boys ear, “I could give you another gram of Tina and you’d open up your little boypussy for me like the little slut you are again—and someday I hope to do that with you—but I think it’s time we both got some rest and we recover.” Andy smiled, and nuzzled his head back against the older man, “Yes master I understand, I am getting sore I’m sorry, sir.” The Prince kissed him firmly on the top of the head, “Our bodies need always rest, little slave. If we went even another four hours, it would just mean more rest before regular life could resume again.” The Prince continued, “This is why I only do this drug a few times a year. I cannot stay away from my responsibilities to my businesses more than I do.” The Prince reluctantly pulled his cock out of Andy’s incredible hole, and easily flipped the boy around, his face cradle below his own. Andy started rubbing his still rock hard cock on the taller man’s stomach as he and the Prince started making out. The Prince couldn’t resist and his fingers ended up inside the boy's hole. He so wanted to slide his fist back in, but he restrained himself and just fluttered and carressed, occasionally pulling the hole open. This went on far longer than the Prince intended—maybe 30 minutes—but finally he decided to gentle the boy down. Taking Andy’s small perfect face in his own, the Prince said, “Plenty of time for that upstairs, after we’ve had a shower and a little food, my beautiful slave.” “And upstairs we will be in a huge comfy bed with the highest thread count Italian bedding, no disco music thobing, and soothing light,” the Prince continued, “So how about we do all of our fucking from now on on something nicer than rubber sheets?” “I of course am yours to command, master, but more of you inside me on Italian sheets sounds great to me,” Andy said, smiling.

The Prince Stokes Andy’s Fire Andy was on the fuck platform again, his legs hog tied into a squat, his ass perfectly out, and held in place again by a tight cord leading from his balls along his striped back to his collar. He swayed and groaned, moving his torso slightly to accommodate the big tool pounding his open asshole from below. His big cock, now shrunken because of the drugs, dribbled and squirted a near constant flow of fluids: precome, piss, and sometimes after he’d had an especially long anal orgasm, a tiny spurt of semen. His chest was arched out just slightly, the weights pulling down the chain between the titclamps biting into his sore nipples, clinking softly as he moved. His hands were overhead, palms out, attached to a stiff board. His eyes were closed in a combination of ecstasy and total submission. Prince Zaid was sitting in a chair close behind him, admiring the view. He’d taken time to position the boy in a position of abject and absolute submission, his spine aligned above his hole so that the fuck machine could have the smoothest access to his colon. The Prince made a slight adjustment to the panel, and switched the speed up slightly. He stroked his cock lazily, and smiled with satisfaction in his eyes, his desire for Andy was intense, but they were in the slow ending of the three-day session. The prince had worked Andy’s hole several more of the ridged electrified toys. The prince hadn’t claimed much more depth—he wanted to save that for later—but he did stretch Andy’s hole wider, skipping sizes as the little butt slut begged to be used. He did the same program over and over, making the boy fuck himself with throbbing voltage while steadily increasing the intensity, and then delivering harsh high pulses that always caused some screaming at first before ending in him rounding his hips and trying to push the toy deeper. Finally, he would disconnect the line and use the toy as a regular dildo, getting harder and rougher and moving the toy around until he was satisfied the boy’s hole was soft and squelching around the big cock. Andy became increasingly animalistic, his body and ass begging for abuse. The prince would increase the fuck for a while, but sometime he would stop and slap the boy. “Who’s fucking you, slave?” The prince would demand. “You are master, you are, hurt me more.” Andy would beg in reply. When the prince had worked the boys ass open with a toy whose base was a bit bigger than both of the prince’s balled fists together, he used it to punch fuck Andy’s ass. Sliding it in and out hard, Andy’s hole loose and open around the giant tool. He stopped and shifted the toy directly into the center of Andy’s colon and pushed, the toy’s base starting to enter Andy’s hole. Andy, still far gone but 1000% focused on his hole, groaned and went slightly rigid in the universal action of those who’ve just had their hole opened deeper in a new place. The prince nodded and smiled, “I thought you’d like it if I took you there,” and then pushed the huge toy until the boy's hole closed around and over the base, claiming another half inch of his pig slave's sloppy tunnel. It was time for the very last toy. Earlier, the Prince had moved the fuck tower into the gyno room from where it had been in the largest room of the dungeon—it had a little steering wheel as it was adapted from a small warehouse lift—because he knew the kid would be pretty blown and it would make it easier to get him on it. He’d also set up the fuck machine, but had waited to see what toy to use—he had wanted to asses things and choose a memorable option. He loved fisting a boy as the boy squatted his ass down. It was a great position for deep fisting and one often used when the top wanted his sub to fist himself down on his master’s hands and arm. And fuck the boy had looked so hot, bound and his muscles showcased perfectly by the princes ropework. Having seen the big toy disappear up Andy’s hole, the prince went to select a larger toy. He walked past the ones he had laid out already on a table here in the gyno room—his original plan had been to choose a size of one of the giant numbed electrified dildos, part of the Jake's suite of customized toys. That plan had been to give Andy a fucking crazy deep ride with the huge ribbed tool building up to piston fucking him all while running the same electro program. That last act would end the assplay section of his training and for the next several days Andy and the prince would be in the bed together, recovering and having hot, very likely rough, but still pretty conventional sex. But Andy had not only taken several toys much larger than where the Prince had thought he’d be, he had also taken about double the expected depth and seemed ready for more. So, the prince changed plans. He was going to slow things down, give Andy’s hot muscle hole a different kind of fuck and then he was going to keep using him, slowly, in his bathhouse area for at least another night. The Prince headed into his general storage and found the bin he was looking for. First, two of the largest black rubber inflatables. These were mammoth toys soft and grew in width several inches as they inflated, although they barely grew in length. Each featured a huge slightly firm head with a massive glans, then a long veined shaft that got progressive wider until an inflatable anal bead that inflated several inches wider still ended in a small flexible tube that went to a hand inflater. He then sought the main dildos he was here for. They were commercial dildos, called the Ogre series, and he had all of the sizes plus some custom ones he’d special-ordered from the manufacturer. They were huge toys, very heavy, and designed primarily as stretching tools. He pulled the two largest commercial ones out. The XXL was 10 inches of circumference at the top and then expanded to 14 inches at the base; it would enter 11 inches of Andy’s hole. The 3xl was 12 inches at the top and 17 inches at the bottom and entered the slut’s ass 14 inches deep. Then he reached into another bin and pulled out the custom set. The first two took the dimension of the 3xl but went into Andy’s ass 2 extra inches, keeping the base stretch the same diameter but it’s shape meant that the ass was stretched to the maximum width not just at the assring, but two inches inside as the hole closed around the mammoth two inch base. The four other ones after that added 2 inches to each dimension of the toy until it reached 20 inches wide at the top, 25 inches wide at the base, and would enter a hole 21 inches deep. Grinning at the thought of the boy groaning around these giant tools, he placed the heavy boxes onto his cart and headed back to his bathhouse. The Prince’s bathhouse was a popular feature of his dungeon in Aspen, especially during the private sex weekends he occasionally hosted at his estate. It was not large—two large private rooms equipped with some basic BDSM equipment, a cleaning and humiliation area that contained full toilets and a shower area. There was a small sauna and steam room. There was a glory hole and sex maze and of course a sling. During his parties it was fully staffed, with a full bar and bartender and entrance was limited to 4-6 hours per guest depending on the size of the party; tops could request that their bottom be allowed to stay longer if there was some gangbang or glory hole scene he wanted played out. Using the control panel, Prince Zaid turned on the lights and set the music to a low sleazy techno beat. He added the custom bathhouse sounds track he’d asked a music engineer—it was amazing how it could only be him and another person in one of the rooms but the ambiance was exactly like a sleazy European sex club. From the panel he set the bathhouse zone's aircon on fairly low, and turned on the sauna and the steam room. He then turned on all of the small tvs in all the rooms and around the space. Each played a different 48 hour video loop of BDSM sex and fisting porn. Their volumes were set at a permanently low level. He went to the largest of the rooms and pulled open the refrigerator to confirm that it was fully stocked as he’d commanded: a dozen bottles of different varieties of poppers was arrayed in a little tray on top next to several large balls of ice with little pockets of lube or Tina frozen throughout them. The other shelves contained beer, Gatorade, and water. The Prince turned to cabinets and shelves hidden behind the walls, and pulled out a set of cuffs, a blindfold, some rawhide strings, weighted leather ball sleeves in different weights, a couple of red jockstraps and a stack of small white gym towels and arrayed them on the shelf behind the bed. He then went to the toys section and pulled out titclamps, a spreader bar, several lengths of bondage rope, a small leather sleeve of ridged sounds, several different paddles, a ball gag, and several smaller whips. These were then arranged along the low shelf above the bed. Moving to the central shelving unit, he placed his palm on the panel and the hidden safe opened. He pulled out a small covered sterling tray with a sterling spoon with ten lines, each labeled neatly as either 1/8, 1/4, and 1/2. He set this down on his rolling table and then pulled out a small steel box which contained vials labeled either 1/8, 1/4, 1/2, 3/4 and then there were three vials labeled just 1. Reaching back on the safe’s upper shelf he pulled out a small bottle of Valium, one labeled Ambien, and then another small bottle filled with little blue tablets labeled Ibiza. The prince set the steel box down on the table and added the other bottle. The prince removed the lid from the tray and did a line labeled 1/8. Satisfied he was energized for this next phase, he slid the cover back on the tray and slid it into the top drawer of the little table, confirming as he did so the bottles of water, lube, and disinfectant as well as the new tub of silicone safe fisting cream underneath on the open shelf next to a small bucket. He glanced at the bed. Unlike bathhouse beds—usually an uncomfortable twin cot—this was a California king firm memory foam mattress, covered with black rubber sheets. Arranged on the bed were some pillows clearly for resting of the head, but also various pillows meant to raise or lower various parts of a man’s body. Prince Zaid surveyed the room, taking stock of where he placed everything, and pulled the cart behind him out into the hall. Stepping to one of the many concealed closets around the exterior, he entered his code on the keypad and opened the wall. The wall contained a large collection of commercial dildos. There were two long low plastic boxes marked, “Straightening tools.” He reached onto a shelf and pulled out a long cloth, which he placed on the rolling table. He opened the first box of about 25 dildos and arranged them on the rolling table by circumference. This set of dildos were nearly all either hard plastic, rubber, very firm silicone or stainless steel. Most featured a long and thin shaft—although at the largest sizes there were notable exceptions—and then had ridges, nubs, or flat plates ranging from 1/8 diameter to 10 inches in diameter. He then put another sheet on the bottom shelf and arrayed on it about 30 dildos made essentially of balls and stacked buttplugs, some with equally sized diameters, and others starting smaller and getting larger down the shaft. These toys ranged in size from 6 inches in diameter to 16 inches in diameter and were anywhere from 12 to 20 inches long, and all were of a type of semi firm silicone. Finally, the Prince pulled out two boxes: one labeled anal beads and the other labeled electrified anal beads and placed them on the carts. He then covered both shelves with a cloth and then the entire thing with a large white cloth that made it resemble a room service cart. He rolled the cart into the room he’d be using and pushed the cart into a dark corner. He then went behind a small wall behind the bar and pulled around a smaller version of the toolkit he kept in every room and wheeled it to the room and put it in another corner. He probably didn’t need it, but Prince Zaid hated to be unprepared. Sighing, thinking how fucking easier this would be if he weren’t a testing of a new boy and his staff could do all this shit, the Prince returned to where he had left Andy in the gyno room. The boy was clearly enjoying the new depth the big ridged toy provided him as his eyes were closed in ecstasy and his ass was sucking on the huge fake cock buried inside him. The prince reached inside with his fingers to grasp the tool and found that Andy had worked it in another 1/2, he grasped firm and pulled until the base of the toy was back outside the boy's hole. Andy then pushed his hips up as Prince Zaid pulled the toy slowly out. The prince then replaced the toy with the larger of the two inflatables, the semirigid toy sliding in until him all the way, he slowly but steadily began inflating the toy, he kept inflating it until it was 3-4 pumps shy of completely full and Andy was groaning around it. He then pushed the toy a bit, seeing if it would go deeper and it entered him about 1/4 inch. Andy groaned and made little grunting noises as the prince went over to the other side of the room. He then went to his table and pulled out the first ogre and affixed it to the fuck machine he’d had upgraded to handle larger heavy dildos, he then made minute adjustment to the machines position until the head of the toy was centered under the upper platform. Going over to the gyno table, he offered the boy a hit of poppers and then pushed his fist into the fully inflated toy, seeing if he could get any additional depth. At first there was resistance but after he told the muscle slut to take a series of four big hits, the toy shifted about 1/4 inch further inside and then stopped. Andy went completely rigid, and groaned, gasping. The prince smiled, seeing the boy trying to round his hips to accommodate the toy. He loosened the boys restraints around his hips, freeing the boy to scoot down a bit. The prince watched intently, stroking his cock, hard again from seeing the boy take more stretch. Seeing the boy start to accept the toy, he smiled wickedly. He reached into his toolbox and pulled a small bottle labeled 1/2 and shook it into his palm. He then stuck as much of his hand would fit in the muscle sluts hole, the ring stretched open from the huge toy stuffed inside, and then distributed tina all around inside Andy’s hole, using his index fingers to quest up beside the giant bulb of the toy and get some there. Adam at first gave a little cry, as he felt the burn, then he groaned. Prince Zaid then stepped back, and started stroking his big cock, waiting for the crystal to do its magic. He waited until the boy was fully feeling the new high and was moving his hips around, his ass trying to squeeze and suckle the impossibly big cock before he made a square fist. He leaned in, keeping his eyes intently on Andy’s face, and he entered the boy and pushed slightly but firmly. “Take six big hits, slave, and hold each one for as long as you can before you let it out,” Prince Zaid commanded. When the boy let out his fourth hit, the prince increased the pressure on the boy's hole very very slightly. He would push no harder, but would let the boy's hole open around the big intruder. As the boy started on his six hit, his ass opened slowly around the big head and they gained another 1/8 inch. The prince kept his pressure firm but he did not really push. He reached with his free hand and gave the toy two big pumps. Andy tried to open his legs, rounding his pelvis, as he yelled, “Fuuuck” as the 1/8 of extra width registered all up and down and around his colon. The prince was fascinated by how huge the boy's assring was now stretched, the huge toy being still so close down his rectum, all of the muscle stretched wide like a speculum. He could see his balled fist in the center with the tube running through the space in the middle and out of the boy's hole. Andy was now making a series of continuous groans and little moans. “Four more big deep long breaths of poppers, slave,” the prince commanded. He now pressed just slightly more, and after the fourth hit there was a moment of complete silence, the boy’s entire body was suspended for two seconds around the huge toy. The huge semirigid head and glans tried to push forward as air shifted from the bulb in the back, the pressure firm and questing. Then the boy's hole relaxed slightly as his body opened up from the poppers. And then the head moved 1/16 inch, stopped, and moved 1/16 inch more. The prince left his big fist on the boy's hole, but just rested it against the toy. Andy then felt what it was like when something so huge began to claim new ground in his ass. He screamed for just a second, then groaned, and started panting. He couldn’t quite make out how full he felt. The toy was enormous in his ass. He felt how giant the round bulb was in his ass, and how Rohan’s fist rested smaller behind it. He felt the thing churn and shift all up him as his ass muscles and the big toys air pressure pushed and pulled back and forth, and them he felt the enormous glans and head, harder and more firm than the shaft, the tender area around it felt strange, the feelings shifting in his head between pain and the pleasure the rest of his hole felt from the stretch. Then, without warning, he felt the thing expand wider as the prince squeezed the bulb three times quickly in succession. The entire tool getting wider but just demanding the tiniest bit more depth. He screamed as his entire ass was forced open, from the deepest girthy head to the now even bigger round ball stretching his ass open. He started keening softly, his eyes wide as he tried to understand what was going on in his body. He started trembling and he felt his torso muscles cramping. He groaned and felt his body finally shift and relax around the giant, and then he felt the head pushing deeper at his core. The pressure was constant but not forceful, just a pressure that made his upper colon feel like something was questing against it. The older man lifted his face and said, “Look at me, slave.” “Do you feel that deep in your slave pussy, that big head demanding more? That is my hand you feel,” Rohan said. “I can take what I want, and I will hurt you when I want to,” Andy gasped as he felt a hard push in his hole, the big head now demanding more room. He felt the pressure increase, and looked up with pleading eyes at Rohan. “Whose hole is that?” the prince demanded. Gasping, as the pressure continued, “Your hole, master.” Andy was now grunting and giving little cries. He felt a familiar tingle as the Prince deposited another 1/4 gram just inside the wide open space of his hole with his free hand, pushing it around his hard big fist, distributing it as widely as he could. Prince Zaid was rock hard. Andy looked amazing, his body sweating and struggling, his muscles bulging all over from the fight being waged between his ass and the demanding toy. His big cock was streaming a constant stream of precum and piss out from its head hidden behind the foreskin, and fuck, the kids ass was so fucking wide. The assring still couldn’t begin to close because the toy was just that fucking big. The prince was amazed there had been three more pumps left. He vowed silently to have five more larger sizes made and two of each size be sent to all of his dungeons. He kept the pressure hard but he didn’t shove. He just wanted the kid to feel his power and control. And fuck the little muscle stud was maybe a bigger asspig than Jake. Andy felt the Tina take over and his ass began to desire what was in it, he still felt the pressure of the tool still questing, but it began to feel pleasant. He lightly squeezed down, wanting now to feel how the big dildo felt, and his whole asshole began lapping like a thousand tongues up and down the toy, from its massive head to the huge shaft to the giant hole in his ring. The toy began to feel good. He felt his hole open just very slightly and the giant head moved forward like 1/16 of an inch, he sighed, and felt that stretch as supreme pleasure. He lay back and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. The prince looked at Andy and thought yet again, I must have him. Physically he was perfect, but this sweet looking cream colored redhead with the preppy degree had a dark soul he wanted to plumb to its depths. No one his age, with his level of experience had ever taken this much from him on the first go. The kid was already nearly where Jake was by maybe 1.5 years into his training. Fuck, this boy took more of that inflatable than men more than twice his age with decades of experience. The prince really wanted to keep this going, to deflate the toy by 1/4 or even 1/2 and slide it in deeper and then inflate it again. But he wanted to see him ride those giant toys too. Maybe he’d take the inflatables with them to the bathhouse? Fuck he had to have this kid—Andy had to agree to be his slave. And at that moment the Prince knew he’d do anything—even change the terms of the contract—to get the boy to be his. Confident now that he wasn’t going to be pushing the kid on depth anymore, he started enjoying playing around the boys stretched out hole. The Prince left the poppers with Andy. In his experience, at this point if the boy started puffing on poppers and begging him to push he would. And when he knew the exact dimensions of Andy’s hole, after he’d mapped it digitally and begun to map Andy’s soul with his mind, he might just have kept the push up and made the boy take more poppers. But not now. Not this time. Andy did not take anymore of the giant tool, but he did really start to enjoy it. The Prince roughly made out with Andy, his fingers toying with his hole, his big tongue demanding and hard in the boy's smaller mouth. He pinched Andy’s nipples, then started chewing them, Andy’s back arching and his hole fluttering and caressing the impossibly big tool inside him. Suddenly, he felt Rohan’s hand sliding up around the huge bulbous end of the dildo. The man did it without trying to coach his hole open, he just reached all around, shoving the flesh of Andy’s stretched out open hole aside as he grabbed the toy. Andy gasped in surprise,and then let out a breath. As he did so, he felt the toy slide out until the giant head was in his outer chamber. Andy groaned and pushed his hips up toward the Prince. Zaid grinned and started moving the big toy around in Andy’s hole, punching and squelching around. Within a minute the prince was fucking the boy’s hole with the giant dildo, with Andy moaning and begging and crying out with pleasure. Once Zaid saw that the boy was enjoying the fucking, he began punch fucking Andy’s inner ring, pulling and punching the big head out of that inner hole, driving the tool as far as inside Andy as it would go, pulling it out at a slightly different angle each time. Taking frequent hits of poppers, Andy grunted, giving a little cry each time the head went in or out of his inner hole. The Prince was relentless, clearly out to destroy any resistance from the hole, and soon it began to feel better, incredibly intense, but just like the kind of rough fuck that Andy loved. This went on for at least 15 minutes, then Zaid took the tool completely out of Andy’s hole and punched it straight through until it was lodged as far as it would go. Andy yelled, “Fuuuuck.” The Prince just stood over him, smiling darkly, and jerking on his big cock. The Prince removed the big inflatable and helped Andy down off the table and made him kneel ass up on the floor of the gyno theater, and filled his ass until it was bubbling over with lube. When the boy was full, he shoved a huge buttplug in, making Andy gasp as it moved the lube deeper into his hole. The prince blindfolded him and got the boy hogtied squatting on the upper platform and his feet secured in the boots, his arms up and just very slightly behind him to a metal spreader whose height he could adjust. He moved the boy up to where he’d been when he fisted him earlier. Pulling a small bottle labeled 3/4 out of his toolbox, he sprinkled the fine powder into a neat pile in his palm and made a squared fist. Leaning a bit awkwardly over the fuck machine and big toy, muttering about needing a fucking choreographer for this shit, he ripped the big plug out and tossed it aside, then the prince punched his square fist hard into the boys asshole and went as far as he could. Fuck, the hole had opened and the kid was now midway down his bicep, the Prince thought. Once in place, he opened his palm partway out and began sweeping the pile of Tina into the pig’s hole as he came out, moving his hand in all directions. Above him, he heard a deep moan. Rohan pulled out, admiring the dripping, quivering manhunt, and punched the boy 10 times with his closed fist, working the crystal into the boy with each thrust, Andy moaning deeply with each punch. The prince pulled his fist out after the last punch and came around and stood in front of the boy, who was now squatting perfectly, his big muscles quivering and starting to quake with desire. He kissed Andy roughly and asked, “I see a loose, sloppy hole, dripping with lube, I see a hole with swollen lips that is grasping and opening, like a giant gaping pussy. Whose hole is that, slave?” Andy looked up at him, still blindfolded, and said with a twisted smile, “Your hole, master.’ The prince then said “Yes boy, that is my hole to stretch and hurt, my hole to take wide and deep.” Stepping back he settled in a chair. He moved the boy slightly down, just enough that the stretch in his upper arms was just slightly too tight, and then he moved the big toy upward. Andy started chanting “Fuck me master, fuck me,” over and over, as he felt the big head enter his hole. As the giant dildo kept getting thicker and thicker he began moaning, begging to be stretched. The prince kept the platform moving steadily until he saw from Andy’s face that he had entered his second ring. He then stopped the dildo. Andy was breathing heavily—the toy wasn’t bigger than the inflatable but it was much firmer. The prince then started lowering Andy onto the toy, making his biceps strain, the definition incredibly beautiful. Once Andy’s ass was completely stretched, he stopped. He left Andy in that position for around 10 minutes, enjoying watching as he began to really enjoy the stretch. He then pulled the boy's arms up another 1/2 inch and Andy groaned. Again, the Prince let the boy hang, ass impaled and arms stretched tight. He then moved the boy's ass up until the big head was just left inside. He knew when the fuck machine started it solid drive the toy deeper than it had been, and flipped a switch to start a slow fuck that would slowly increase in intensity, he left the room. Steeping outside the boathouse zone, the Prince called Benjamin and when he picked up, the Prince said, “I am going to be spending another 24-48 hours with the boy. Tell my team I am extending my vacation by a week and that I should not be disturbed.” “Yes, my lord prince,” replied Benjamin, “So I take it you find the boy satisfactory?” The Prince smiled darkly, and said “Oh yes, Benjamin, I find this boy to be highly satisfactory indeed.” Ending his call and returning to the dungeon, the prince used the second of the big ogre toys on Andy, first lowering the boy down slowly and then having him feel the stretch for 20 minutes. He also kept the machine on slow for much longer, and very gradually increased the speed. By the third toy, the first of the four customs, he slowed things down even more. He lowered the boys arms a bit, and lowered Admy’s ass down onto the big, big toy, watching Andy’s reactions intently. Andy had clearly been challenged but had also been writhing with ecstasy by the each of the previous fucks, but the custom toy would be taking him two inches deeper and then stretching him at the fullest width for the last two inches of the toy. So the Prince settled him down until he reached the point where the stretch ended. He doubted Andy was aware this toy was, thus far at least, the same size as the other one. After about a minute to let Andy feel the toys stretch the prince lowered the boy down 1/2 inch, the new toy claiming new territory deep inside Andy while the huge base stretched wide in his rectum. He knew that at this stage the boy was feeling a huge stretch—Jake had said it felt as big as a mountain in his ass the first time he took it—and Andy was moaning deeply, panting, sweat running off of him. The prince kept him there for 10 minutes, before he gave the boy four big hits of poppers. He then slowly lowered the boy the final inch in one go, Andy groaned loudly and went rigid in the way he did every time he was feeling a huge deep fuck, as the huge toy claimed his ass. The Prince kept the huge toy lodged unmoving deep in Andy for at least 20 minutes, stroking his cock as he enjoyed how the gorgeous muscles of the boy’s abs strained and moved as his inside tried to learn to take the toy. He raised the boys arms again until he was straining, and then he set the fuck machine to deliver one smooth push of 1/4 inch, enjoying immensely as Andy’s body was suspended, again, by the toy in his ass relentlessly demanding access. He gave the boy one hit of poppers, and as he did so, the boy's ass opened just enough to settle fully on the toy. Andy yelled and began to quiver and quake, and although he was very tightly bound, his faintest movement made the big toy vibrate in his hole. The prince was very turned on by the boys struggle with this, and came behind him and began to make the toy move in a very slightly circle, taking advantage of the minute movement the fuck machines base afforded. He did this for a few minutes until he saw Andy was really settled in and starting to enjoy it. He walked around and spoke firmly, “Feel me fucking you, feel how it is my hand that stretches you and my desire that opens your slavehole deep and wide? Andy hung his head and said, “Yes master, use your hole sir.” The prince then set the fuck machine to do a very small circular program, moving the toy around slowly in the boys ever-loosening hole. After the boy’s hole had loosened a bit, the prince fucked Andy with the huge dildo for nearly an hour, never letting the speed increase beyond a medium fuck, and never fucking his deeper than he had. After about and hour, he gradually increased the speed of the fuck to faster than medium. As he did this Andy began to lose coherence, groaning and giving little cries of pleasure. Within minute he was clearly in buttboy pigspace, his noises and reactions exactly as they had been by the end of his deep, fist fuck, and a steady stream of precum, piss, and sometimes cum drizzled from his cock. After a while, the Prince realized it was time to move on. As much as he would love to see the boy take these other two toys, fuck machines made him simply a spectator. He most often used them as punishment, binding a boy and making him take a large dildo for hours, with an automatic popper feeder hooked up. They would switch now to some activities where he could enjoy the boy's body, and be more tender and intimate with his tortures, kissing the boy and feeling his beautiful body react to his abuse. He wanted to fuck the boy over and over, and feel how each time his hole changed around his big cock. So he stopped the boy with the tool nearly out of his hole, Andy squirming with the need to be filled and then he set him back down on the two all the way. Satisfied it was in him deep, he set the fuckmachine to push the toy into the boy 1/2 inch in one smooth motion. As he did so Andy hissed and groaned, and his head shot straight up and he froze, as he often did when he received a big stretch. Standing in front of him, the Prince removed the kid's blindfold, and he was blinking hard in the light. The Prince slapped him hard, back and forth several times. “Feel the hand that slaps you, buttslave,” the Prince commanded, “That is the same hand the stretches your hole deep.” “Thank you master,” Andy panted. “I have other toys just liked this, only they wil fuck you deeper and wider,” the prince said, “but we will use those on you another time.” “Instead I am going to clean you up and we will get comfortable in a big bed and I will fuck you, fist you, and hurt you, and kiss you, and fuck you again.“ Taking the boy down. Prince Zaid couldn’t resist when he saw the boy’s open hole, and so when he untied him, he made him bend over and take a brutal square closed fist punch for 20 minutes. Andy writhed and cried in ecstasy, begging him for more and more. But when the prince realized his arm was getting tired, he held his balled fist inside Andy’s wet cunt and walked Andy, bent over like a crab and holding his ass up, to the bathhouse. Andy constantly begged him for more, so they stopped a couple of times and the prince fisted him deep, past the bicep, punching his hole hard, several times.

The Ginger Becomes Insatiable After Andy was able to take Prince Zaid’s full balled fist punches smoothly for something like 20 or 30 minutes, the prince taught Andy to take his square balled fist. He did so at the same speed and pace he had been using. Despite this being a new big stretch, the little muscle slut still wasn’t saying anything, lost in the incredible pleasure he was feeling, but his grunts increased as his ass opened up around the fist in fits and starts. When Zaid started twisting and turning his square balled fist inside the boy, stretching him in various directions as he entered, first the right arm to just past the elbow then the left, the boy experienced a nearly five minute anal orgasm. Andy’s entire body shook and bounced around the two arms continually twisting and deep fucking Andy’s hole. Great quantities of lube, drizzled and burst out as his hole went wild around the long arm and big fist. The entire time it happened Andy just chanted “Fuck me sir, fuck me.” Waiting until the orgasm started to subside, Prince Zaid fucked his slightly bigger hand, balled fist and widest point of his hand in line with the boys spine and chest, the direction which always gave a man hole its biggest stretch. The Prince pushed into the boy at the deepest depth he’d been hitting and froze. He let the boy's ass settle its orgasm a bit more, and then he used his free hand to push a small button and the little platform moved down a quarter inch, impaling the boy deeper on his arm by that amount. Zaid waited until he felt the muscle ass accept this as Andy’s new depth, then he hit the button again. The boy moaned loudly, and his ass opened, and he settled again, this time quivering and shaking. Zaid wanted to take another half inch of the boys ass but he didn’t want to be too greedy and hurt him before he’d had the chance to give the muscle bottom that final load of piss. He knew they probably had at least another hour and a half or two left in the boy. So, instead of lowering the boy Zaid used the fisting tower's other button to raise himself up, being careful to bend his knees slightly. He then used this new space to quest a bit, fucking the boys new depth gently, sensing the boy was ready for just a bit more, he lowered himself back down, making sure he kept the boy distracted with his big fist. He then full fisted the boy at the new depth, alternating arm to arm finally ending with his biggest fist and longest arm at depth. Then pushing the little button twice in quick succession, he lowered the hogtied boy’s stretched ass another 1/2 inch into his hole in one smooth descent. At first Andy gave a little shout, and then a big grunt as all of the stretch hit his brain. Prince Zaid then spoke, in his most commanding voice, “Breathe, slave, breathe. Take my arm.” As Andy heard those words, he began slowly fucking himself gently up and down on Zaids arms, his movement limited by the hog tie. After the boy had used what little motion available to him to stretch his own hole around the big fist, Zaid fisted him to this new depth for about five minutes. He knew that at this point a depth achievement could be transient, but he wanted to claim that space closer to the core, and so he stopped. The prince smoothly slid out of the boy's hole. Andy’s hole gaped wide open, hanging and wet. His body was starting to strain from the effort the hogtie required, and his legs were getting slightly quaky. Zaid leaned in an kissed Andy, and said, “Excellent work, pigslave.” “Your master is going to get you out of that position and resting in the sling for a bit,” Zaid said kindly. “I know your ass is still hungry for more, but I think your legs are giving out,” Zaid continued, “You’re going to take more up that pig hole, slave, that I promise you. But I will let you rest a few minutes while I get ready for your next assfuck.” After tying Andy up in the sling, a long dildo with even balls increasing in size down it buried almost entirely in his hole, to the max depth Prince Zaid had achieved. Andy almost immediately began to feel like getting fucked again and began to move his hips around the dildo. “If you want to get fucked, it’s me that fucks you,” Prince Zaid growled and stoped the young sluts movements. He applied a slow, gentle hand and pushed the toy to the widest point of the next ridge—this one wider by 1/2 and inch in each direction into Andy's gaping asshole—each of the rings in his ass was held at the widest point. Zaid slapped the boy's ass hard and the toy slipped inside. Andy held his body perfectly still as he felt the Prince claim a new part of his core, perfectly still like prey injected with immobilizing venom before being consumed. “I had intended to take that particular ½ inch or so later, you were open and supple deep in that spot. I could feel when I was questing with my fingers,” the prince said, “But since you have to learn that I control your entire body, and you are only to beg for only what I give, never taking for yourself, I thought I’d show you the kind of pain I could give you for the next week if I wanted to.” Andy was panting now, his body waking up to this extra and previously unfelt depth. He struggled, but valiantly managed to pant “Yes, sir, you control me.” The Prince knew he could just leave things as they were and within minutes the boys hole would be trying to fuck himself at that depth like it was nothing, but since the boy clearly was still ravenously horny and the Prince wanted him open, hungry and a bit more sore, he pulled out the first two big balls of the toy and shoved his fist inside the boy and deposited a quarter gram. He quickly shoved the big toy home, producing another moment of “oh deep fuck” paralysis in Andy, and then when that subsided he pulled the toy out until the widest point of the big eggs held the boys rings open. Prince Zaid swiftly hooked the boy up to the fuck machine. His big cock, already partially hard from claiming the boys hole, he considered watching the show. But he was on a mission to teach the young stud how much pain and pleasure he could offer, so he turned to his other tasks. Walking along a corridor in the storage section of his huge Aspen house dungeon, Prince Zaid thought about Jake, the young Ivy wrestler that had served five years as his boy. The boy had not agreed to serve more time after his contract ended. The prince understood why, although he also punished Jake for two weeks straight in the big dungeon in the Himalayas for leaving. Benjamin had only served a one-week “hell week” when his term ended—the name the two men gave to the weeks of nonstop punishment he gave his current boy from time to time. The weeks were much like this one—the only time he made himself unavailable to his companies—and the time he devoted himself nonstop to uncovering the kinks of the young men who were his servant-slaves. Reaching the door marked “Archive”—a collection where he stored the recordings he made of conversations about sex and relationships with BDSM players and leather men and women, especially couples, all over the world. It was also where he kept all of the historical files—medical and sexual—of the men who served him, including the numerous custom sex toys he had designed or had designed and made for them. After the prince keyed the correct shelf address on the little keypad, the archival shelves opened at a point midway through the stacks of his leather archive. On the shelf sat a plastic box containing a large variety of toys ranging from small to gigantic. The prince lifted the box off and placed it on one of the carts. Normally his staff did tasks like this, but during training of potential boys he adapted and changed the program so much he just did it all himself. He rolled the cart into one of the rooms set up for medical fetishes. There were examination tables, gynecological chairs, and all manner of instruments like specula and even an ultrasound machine arrayed around. As in each of the sex-oriented rooms here, there was a large rolling toolbox full of BDSM tools: restraints, titclamps, ball vices, sounds,etc. The lower shelving of the toolbox was stacked with various tools for electro play. Against the wall there were also several large racks for larger dildos and any number of things that wouldn’t fit in the toolbox. There were a couple of basic models of different fuck machines, and ropes, whips, canes and paddles hung all the wall along with various harnesses, sleep sacks, etc. The basic BDSM contents of this room were repeated in every other sex room in this dungeon, and then repeated again in every sex room of each of his five dungeons—this one, Aspen, the New York penthouse, the London Penthouse, the New Delhi penthouse, and then the largest dungeon, the one in his secret private estate high in the Himalayas. The Prince liked to have his tools handy and he didn’t like to have to look for them, so they were nearly always arranged in a similar way in each of the rooms, in less there was some reason, such as lack of space in one of the smaller dungeons, to have things differently. His dungeons did vary in the types of rooms they contained, although all contained the basics of most gay men’s dungeons, just often in specialized rooms rather than areas within one large room: zones for humiliation and cleaning and places for both slings and men to hang from the ceiling, and then furniture such as st andrews crosses, rimming seats, fuck bench’s, racks, and so on. The prince smiled, remembering jokes people made at BDSM events about how much stuff and money took their people to get off. Having lots and lots of money, he thought, did mean he got to have all the stuff he wanted all the time and on multiple continents. That money also meant that he got to use custom designed ass toys on the young men who served him. He expected to be taking Andy to visit his friend Dr. Isabelli very soon to be measured for a set of toys designed to stretch his muscle ass in the most precise ways. But for now, Jake was a similar height and build, so he suspected this particular group of toys would work well. He smiled as he took the first toys out. Called “fire beads” they were made up of steel beads of various sizes and shapes that were capable of hooking up to an electric source. Men called them fire beans because at the highest 3 settings the effect of electricity on the tender lining of the ass felt like fire around each little bead. Every time he gave Jake the electro pain and pleasure in his tight wrestler ass, a pain he craved like a drug, he always started with these. He always used feel good settings first, working towards the more painful settings, mixing and varying. The prince loved to hear Jake scream, pushing him until he would just freeze, mouth open in a wordless wail. Each time they played with the pacing and timing, and soon the prince got the boy taking 20-30 minutes of the highest setting, the prince moving larger and larger steel electrified beads deeper and deeper in Jake's hole. Prince Zaid’s cock rose at the memory and then went rock hard at the thought of training Andy with these tools of pain and pleasure. In a few months—maybe six—he would restrain the boy in a birthing chair in the dungeon set deep into the mountain underneath his big estate in the Himalayas. There, he would use the beads on the boy for hours, teaching him to love the pain through his screams, until Andy started opening himself to it and begging for more. Prince Zaid got the dildo out of Andy and Andy into the cleaning and humiliation room. The Prince stood the hot muscle stud in the center of the room, his muscles even more defined and showing even more veins from the water weight he’d lost playing so hard. The prince stood in front of the hot little stud, admiring the gorgeous little body, and brought Andy’s body close to his own tenderly. The prince noticed Andy was sweating again and he held the boy tenderly for 10 minutes, the prince's big hands tracing the welts and bruises on Andy’s back. “Little muscle slave has done so well today,” he breathed, kissing the sweaty curls on top of the boy's head. “Thank you master,” Andy replied, feasting his tongue on the older man’s salt-pepper chest hair. Moving to Andy’s side, the prince offered Andy access to his pitts, already starting to stink again, and began fingering Andy’s hole with his long fingers. Prince Zaid Rohan made a loose fist and leaned around the shorter boy and slid it into the loose hanging hole. Andy arched his back, and moaned, pushing back. The Prince held his fist still, letting the muscle cunt fuck itself. “You like my fist in your ass, slave,” the prince asked. “Yes Master Rohan, sir, I love your fist,” Andy replied. The prince balled his fist into its biggest square shape inside the boy's loose hole and stopped Andy from moving. “You like when I hurt your balls, when I fuck your ass hard with my fist, punch you deep with dildos, when I tease you and hurt you with electrified toys, painslave?” Prince Zaid demanded, as he slowly twisted his hard square fist in the muscle sluts hole. Andy was gasping from the hard stretching, but he said clearly, “Oh God yes, I do, master. It hurts so much sometimes but after you are done hurting me, I always want more.” Hearing the boy acknowledge his submission to him, the prince pushed Andy down onto his arm while simultaneously driving his arm up slowly until the muscle ass. “Good,” said the prince, “Because I like using you, slave.” The Prince had only intended to fist Andy for a few minutes before he gave him the final bag and 1/2 of chempiss, but Andy was so turned on the prince fisted him for another 45 minutes. Andy was in that same muscle slut fist pig mode he’d been earlier, except a bit more coherent. The prince could tell Andy was feeling sore, but also craving it, and he knew he’d get the boy back in that game with some chempiss play. So he removed his fist and played the chempiss enema game, making the boy hold it and hold it—longer this time and with the help of a big plug because his ass was so loose. Because he wanted the boy to save his energy for this final act, he let the boy get in the deep clean position for short periods to relieve the pressure on his ass, also noting that that position would drive the chempiss deeper into the boy's core. The prince kept the boy in cramping agony longer, taunting the little muscle stud about how Andy had submitted himself to the prince and that he must beg his master for release. The prince made the boy beg until he was almost beyond himself with need for the pressure and pain to stop, hitting the boy’s face with his big cock, before he roughly pulled the plug out. The prince held the boys back arched into position by his curly haired head, forcing the loose hole over the drain and the fluid squirted out. He then cleaned and hosed the boy down with a deep sure shot, before using the water to deep fuck the boy roughly for the 20 minutes the prince had promised himself, throwing in an extra 10 when the boy began to push back on the water, driving his ass backward with the desire for more. The prince steadily increased the flow as the nascent ass slave opened himself, the water flowing and squirting out, almost as fast as it flowed into, his guts. Andy was now restrained in one of the big gyno chairs, face covered in sweat. He groaned and moved his torso, slowly pushing his ass as much as his binding would allow, around the big toy in his hole. The toy was very deep—the prince had reclaimed every bit of depth that they had claimed earlier—and thick as a coke bottle deep in his gut and thick as a bowling ball in his outer ring. The toy was fucking his hole methodically, from time to time the rhythm changing, making Andy’s breathe quicken. The toy looked at first like a standard depth toy, a wide cock shaped smooth top then little smooth rounded steps as the toy grew wider and wider. But what was different about this toy were the tiny smooth stainless plates that dotted its surfaces randomly, plates that connected to wires inside and ending in connectors at the huge bae of the toy. These connectors connected in turn to covered wires that then cleared Andy’s upturned knees and swept past a rock hard 10-inch princely cock, into a control panel. Prince Zaid, the owner of that perfect cock, flipped a switch and the pulsing stopped. He reached forward and pulled gently until Andy’s hole was stretched wide around the widest part of the big volleyball-sized end of the dildo, and hit another switch. Andy began whining as the program began delivering a series of increasing and random jolts to his ass. As the series reached its apex, it began slowing down, delivering longer fuge notes of fiery pain into the boy. He screamed, but as he did so he began fucking himself on the dildo with as much movement as was afforded by his tight bonds. The Prince smiled, and began gently moving the tool into the boy deep, pushing it firmly. He kept Andy at this pitch for several minutes—making him increase his time at high setting methodically would probably start the first night the boy slept in New Delhi, no need to push that now. The prince pushed the correct button and the program wound down. Now that it didn’t matter if the lines fell off, he fucked Andy with the big toy, as Andy started begging for more. The prince used Andy’s hole, as he had after each step, moving the big toy around to fucked the once tight hole from slightly changing directions, using a circular motion of the toy to stretch the boy from core to asshole. The prince gently pulled the toy out of Andy’s hole. “Like that, buttpain slave?” the prince asked. Andy opened his eyes, clearly deep in a pigzone, and said softly, his voice now going from all his yelling and screaming over the days he’d been here, “I do, master, I do. It feels good, then it hurts, then it feels good, then it hurts.” The prince smiled, “Good,” as he pushed the next toy into Andy’s hole to start the ride yet again.

Prince Zaid makes an Asspig Andy was tied into a position similar to an obscene squat, his torso upright and his perfect chest up and high, his back’s perfect arch ensured by the raw leather cord that tied his balls to the back of his collar quite tightly. His balls were taking double abuse, as they were also bound with heavy leather weighted bands, the pressure pulling down while the cord pulled them up. His feet wore a pair of black boots, they themselves securely fastened to the u-shaped platform he was squatting on. The position straightened his torso up flat upwards, and spread his now sagging and dripping asshole open. Rohan stood beneath Andy on a lower platform, whose height he had adjusted to make perfect for the start of the final phase of the night. Rohan had called the thing a fisting tower, and both the bottom platform and the top could be adjusted to precise heights. On the upper platform, any trace of the sweet former altar boy called Andy was gone, his mixture of boldness and shyness about sex swept away, as he grunted, making sounds of pleasure as Prince Zaid Rohan, drove his balled fist repeatedly into this new buttpig Andy from his asshole to just past his elbow, the boy quivering and moaning and begging for more somewhat incoherently around him. Rohan the wealthy businessman had made this muscle pig, but it was Prince Zaid who was proud. After he’d ended the intense electrified punishment of the boys ass, balls, and cock and then fucked Andy for about an hour, coming twice, the prince had given the boy a load of his piss and slipped some shards alongside a very fat buttplug. He’d blindfolded the little slut and put a deep electro track on headphones over his ears and let him simmer. He’d gone to the large gleaming cleaning station—a crew had cleaned it after he finished the last round of deep cleansing of Andy’s hole and noted with a dark grin that the boy had produced 3.5 enema bags of chempiss. Every time he’d pissed into the urinal or into a bucket over the three days he’d been there had been collected into these enema bags. And it was all going to get recycled through Andy’s body before he left the prince’s dungeon. Prince Zaid had taken a minute to get the boy's attention, sticking his hairy armpit over the boy’s face and nose. Without a moments Andy’s tongue dove in, licking the sweat and stench from the long days of play away from both armpits, one after the other. He never did as much Tina as had his sub do during this kind of play, but he did enough to stay awake and to feed his natural dominance. These kinds of sessions were one of the only times in his life he wasn’t fastidious about being spotless. He wanted his animal musk and desire to imprint on the hot little slut. He’d then gotten the boy down, and tied Andy’s balls, attaching them to the collar pulled out behind him and made the little stud crawl, blindfolded and slightly bow legged to move his legs around his balls, grunting as the movement hurt his now very, very sore balls. Andy had crawled down the long hall from the biggest dungeon space to the cleaning station. The Prince had put pads on the boy's knees before making him crawl, not so much out of kindness but out of a desire to see the next few phases of this training just ever so slightly more doable. He was about to really mess with the hot little man’s head. The Prince gave the boy two of the full enema bags at once, stretching him until he was gasping, begging the prince for poppers. Prince Zaid Rohan just pushed the little muscle head back to the floor with his foot and ground his face into the tile until the second bag wilted into the boy's ass. He’d made Andy kneel upright then, back arched and legs wide, the wide stance pulling on his balls, his ass positioned over one of the many drains in the floor. He’d made him drink a big load of piss from his cock, making sure his stream was so strong some gushed out and covered the boy’s torso. After the boys stomach was full, pushing against his already full colon, Andy started begging for release, the heavy piss pushing down inside him taking all his strength to hold his sphincter closed. The prince just let his cock get hard down the boy’s throat and smiled as Andy begged around the big hard cock. Prince Zaid waited until there were several uncontrolled piss eruptions out of the hard muscle ass, and then he reached down and smacked the boy. He did this over and over as the boy began sweating profusely from the chems entering his bloodstream. He would beg to release the piss one second and then beg to be used the next. Finally, when Andy’s entire body was quaking from the effort and cramps were rolling up and down the little muscle stud’s torso, Prince Zaid balled his fist and gave the boy permission to let it out. As the flood of stale chempiss, warmed now from nearly 50 minutes of time in Andy’s insides, began shooting down the drain, Zaid began punching the boy's stomach. He punched him hard for around 10 minutes, causing the flow to start and stop as Andy struggled to keep pushing down while his abs were seizing. Finally, sure that Andy was utterly defeated, he stood the boy’s torso straight back up into position with his back arched and told him to push as Andy pushed the last of the piss from deep inside. Telling the little stud, who looked pretty rough, to shut his eyes and mouth and remain in position, Prince Zaid squirted soap all over the boy. He then used one of the deep shower shot tools hanging nearby to hose the boy and the area around him down. Finally, making Andy assume the familiar fisting position, he cleaned the boy out deep inside, being merciless as the little muscle slut began to get into the zone and beg to be used. Once he’d done that for ten minutes—he promised himself he’d do that for 20 later after the remaining bag and half were through the boy—he unfastened the cord holding Andy’s oversized balls, so sore to the touch now, and used Andy’s big balls as a leash as the prince made him walk blindfold back to the little u-shaped fisting platform he’d prepared. As they walked, the prince directed Andy with sharp painful pulls of the leather cord, becoming ever more painful as the wet leather cord tightened around his balls as it dried. Once they arrived at the fisting tower, Zaid made the boy assume the deep fisting and deep cleaning position, his muscle ass now yearning again to be filled, questing and bouncing towards anything that might fill it. The prince filled Andy’s guts with a huge amount of slick clear lube. So much lube that as the prince made the boy don the boots and move into the obscene squat which would enable the prince to easily fist Andy deep, the boy's muscle ass, already hanging open from abuse, rained a constant little stream of lube. The prince raised the platform and began to fist Andy with his balled fist, the fist sliding in easily through the first ring. Zaid moved eagerly towards the second ring, and experienced some resistance. He kept working it, but Andy had a bit more trouble opening up. He never cried out, just grunted, and worked to push his hole down towards the prince’s questing hand, until the second ring completely opened. Andy had never experienced sexual hunger like the gorgeous prince of India had created, and he soon welcomed the man’s big balled fist and long arms into his ass, getting punch fisted with the man’s balled fist to just past the elbow without any difficulty.

The Ginger in the Dungeon Andy was stretched out on the big rack in one of the larger rooms of the huge complex of rooms that made up the basement dungeon of the big house on the Aspen Estate. He was literally stretched out, Rohan had turned a winch after cuffing him in, stretching his arms and legs until he couldn’t move much but not so stretch so much it hurt. He watched as the hot Southeast Asian daddy affixed a crazy looking network of leather and metal around his big penis. His penis had shriveled over the last however many hours, Rohan giving him more Tina up his hole in small, timed doses. But his 8 inch uncut cock—huge on his short frame he knew—was rock hard now. The hot leather daddy had given him a shot of something called trimex (Andy had closed his eyes—he couldn’t watch a needle go into his dick) and before long Andy was hard. Every time he just looked at the man’s big beautiful dick, it got harder. Andy felt something enter his urethra, again, and he groaned. He had never been sounded before today/tonight—he’d long ago lost track of time—but Rohan had slid increasingly larger and larger rods into his piss hole. Andy wasn’t sure if he loved it or hated it, but he knew he hated it when a big sound down his shaft was electrified and the setting pushed up so high it felt like lightning burning his dick from the inside. Prince Zaid Rohan smiled at the boy’s groan as he pushed the relatively small stud ending in a small smooth ball into the boy’s piss slit. He knew the boy’s urethra was sore, as Andy had been sounded quite a bit tonight, but this little rod attached to an electrified cock cage was only about an inch long and thin and smooth. It was much smaller than the ribbed and ridged sounds the prince had used earlier. He had electrified each of those sounds, carefully mapping the boy's reactions to each setting—from gentle pulses to crashing waves to the setting Andy at which screamed “burning fire” each time. The prince used the pain on Andy because he enjoyed seeing the hot little man in pain, groveling and begging him to stop, but also to learn the contours of the boy’s secret desires, as the prince began the slow but exhilarating work of uncovering yet another soul’s kinks. After a first round of sounding, he had started on a second round, electrifying each one. He did this because he sensed the boy's ambivalence about the sounds. He had taught the boy to crave when the electricity felt good with its gentle tapes but also the Prince began mixing that good feeling with the feeling of the burn, getting Andy to connect those feelings of pain and pleasure. The prince then moved to doing the same work inside the boy's ass with his very large selection of electrified plugs. Prince Zaid had been delighted at Andy’s body’s reaction to the plugs. Andy went wild the moment he first felt the preprogrammed series of small shocks and current changes in his ass, and he went crazy the first time the current caused his ass muscles to fuck in and out of his own ass, and then he screamed again of “lightening, sir” as the program switched to a sharp series of increasingly strong jolts. The Prince was in fact very pleased. The prince would get an appointment soon with Dr. Isabelli, a huge Italian leather daddy doctor, a prominent gastrointestinologist. Dr.Isabelli owned a large private island in the Caribbean with a stunning house in the middle. There, in the private medical suite attached to his own well-equipped dungeon, he would perform what was billed as a colonoscopy on each of the prince’s boys, usually within the first year. During the procedure he would indeed ensure the boy was free of the signs of cancer while simultaneously mapping in minute detail the geography of the boy's stretched out cunt, held open by pumped air and a big speculum. Then, in a procedure that was not standard, he left a smaller thin digital scope inside, one whose only purpose was to measure the boy's insides as the gas was expelled and deflated. It only stopped taking measurements when all the gas was out, giving the doctor a precise view of what the boy's colon was like at different levels of distensión. Doctor Isabelli would take that data and, working with Prince Zaid, design specialist stretching tools of all sorts—plugs, soft and hard dildos, electrified and regular ones, strands of balls and eggs in every shape, each of them spaced perfectly to make the boys ass tunnel bigger and more receptive. By the time Andy got to the third electrified plug the prince wanted to explore with him, the prince had forged ahead of his usual progression, choosing some larger butt toys he’d had designed and created for Jake’s hole. Jake had quickly revealed a perversion for electrified butt play very similar to the reactions he was seeing from Andy. For this new plan for Andy’s hole, the prince had selected a plug double set. Once inside the boy, a smaller tear-drop-shaped electrode would stretch inside the boy’s inner cavity while a much larger cylinder with a smooth cone rested in his outer cavity. The entire smooth surface of the toy would convey the same shocks program to the boys inner and outer cavity at once. What made this toy unique was that rather than letting his inner hole contract entirely around a thin cord once the two larger pieces were lodged inside, this one was created with a small round egged shaped piece who’s widest point was exactly 1/3 the diameter of the larger plug resting in the boy's hole. Andy felt the stretch immediately, as Rohan with the utmost gentleness fucked his outer hole with the small egg. He then felt the smaller egg quest into his inner hole and he sighed as it went in easily. He then felt his inner and outer holes opening at once, the outer hole stretching while some other smooth metal stretching his inner hole. He put his head back and moaned deeply, feeling the stretch hard but somehow delicious. Rohan smiled wickedly as the toy went in, he’d chosen the stretch perfectly. Andy didn’t know it but the toy was designed to stretch his hole exactly 3/4 inch deeper and 1 inch wider than the stretch of the prince's own hard cock. The toy was a part of a set that started with a toy just slightly smaller than his own cock and ended up five inches deeper and nearly 10 inches wider. It was designed to facilitate using only his cock followed by electrical buttplay to open a boy for fisting. Rohan still fucked the boy with the hard metal plug, he wanted to make the boy feel it before he turned it on. The toy was an excellent design, taking the hole of any freshly-fucked man of that general height, on a journey of dildos, first the size of his cock, and then as it went deeper, the smaller top egg would gently quest and stretch the hole deeper. He knew it would get to the point where he could bind the boy, attaching a popper feeding machine if he was feeling generous, and let one of the larger size plug sets fuck a boy on automatic. He would sometimes leave Jake for 1/2 hour or more with just the largest plug contracting his assmuscles and fucking himself automatically with the electric cock. He would then leave the thing on high for first five minutes then ten then 20, with ever shorter periods of the fucking motion he craved. As he did the boys desperation and confusion would grow until he enjoyed the searing pain setting almost as much as the fuck. Prince Zaid smiled as he adjusted the toy’s program to its lowest setting and watched the pleasure begin on Andy’s face. He knew he’d teach Andy the same thing. Jacob picked up the mobile phone and smiled, it was Benjamin. The servant-slaves of prince Zaid had stayed close after their servitude had concluded. During the first month or two, the prince tightly controlled contact between his current servant-slave and his former one. But after the first four to six weeks, depending on the boy, he definitely allowed the boy to seek emotional advice. Benjamin, older and more mature, had been a big help to him. “I wanted to tell you, our noble lord has a boy in the basement testing him,” Benjamin said gently, Jake paused, surprised to have taken the news quite so hard after five years. “Please tell me what you're feeling, Jake,” Benjamin said. “I don’t actually know how I feel,” Jake admitted, “Actually I think it’s relief that the experience is behind me, which feels like progress.” The two men often discussed the complex feelings they had about Prince Zaid. The Prince never ever ever used the language of love with them, although he showed often during and consistently after their relationship ended that he cared deeply about each of them. Jacob and his therapist Marcus, a prominent member of the Berlin LGBTQ BDSM community, were currently trying to untangle which of the Prince’s actions and words were caring/love and which were caring/maintenance. In other words, did the prince ensure emotional support because he cared about them as people or so they didn’t break down mentally and involuntarily end their servitude to him? “Maybe this time will be different,” Jake said, realizing yet again that what had gone wrong in his relationship with the prince was the mismatch of Jacob’s growing emotional need for a full romantic partner and Prince Zaid’s inability or refusal or fear of becoming such a partner to anyone. “You know, I think I am just wired differently than the prince,” Jake said, “We just grew to need different things.” Jake could practically hear Benjamin nod, “I still maintain that the noble birth thing plays a factor in that. But let me tell you the gossip about this new boy I conned out of the driver today…” Andy was finally getting fisted by Mr. Rohan and it was really fucking fantastic. He’d felt like he’d been begging for a fist up his chute since the sexy daddy Rohan had quizzed him about his red jock upstairs at JR’s. He was very, very, high he knew, riding the man’s furry arms right to almost to the elbow, and he knew he was making a lot of crazy noises. But he didn’t care, he felt so alive and free. He had experienced so many new things over the hours and hours he had spent here in this dungeon. He’d gotten so many enemas—some stretching painfully, some feeling strangely pleasurable. He’d been whipped and spanked and beaten with so many kinds of implements he could barely remember them all. Every part of his body from the soles of his feet to the tender insides of his asschecks and up go his neck, and every surface of his cock and balls glowed red from being attacked with some sort of punishment tool. He could feel the scratches and bruises and welts left from switches and straps and paddles all over the place, and knew the man had bitten him and left teeth marks he could feel but not localize. His oversized cock and balls, shrunk now by tina, ached from being squeezed and pulled and weighted. Rohan had even electrocuted inside and outside his cock and balls, using electrifying sounds inside his cock, and at one point, pushing pins into his balls and electrocuting the inside of his ass, his cock, and his balls in crescendos of pain and pleasure. Prince Zaid looked at Andy and he knew it was time. He noticed the tiny red dot scabbing the boys balls and his cock surged remembering how the little muscle stud had yelled in horrified outrage at how painful the pins were as the prince pierced him and then Andy screamed even louder at the intense pain the electricity caused. Zaid had kept him in it until he froze, howling in silence. The prince had stopped the younger man’s pain, reminding him gently that his master was the only one with that power, the prince's big cock swelling harder than it had at any point in the day, the boy mute and unmoving as he tried to process his pain. Gently removing the electrodes and then then pins from Andy’s balls, and pulling the big ribbed sound out of the inside of his pisslit, and the 2nd biggest of his custom double electric buttplugs from the boys stretched hole, Prince Zaid’s cock took Andy’s entire ass in one easy push. Feeling the clutching warmth of the boy's ass start to flutter around his big thick cock, the prince lost all sense of self for one of the longest and biggest orgasms of his life. When he opened his eyes again, he realized he was still rock hard and fucking the boy in a steady rhythm, his cock sputtering first leftover bits of cum, then precum, then giant spurts of chempiss into the velvety hole. The prince focused his eyes on the boys torso, seeing all of the marks of his intensive punishment in the red glow and bruises and welts on him, then his face, sweaty and marked by his own princely hand, he focused in on the eyes staring into his his, the baby blue nearly impossible to see because of the dilated pupils. He leaned in and heard the boy chanting “Fuck me, fist me, please use me, sir,” over and over as the boy started to have a massive anal orgasm, his hole sucking and sucking around the prince’s big cock, Andy’s asshole drawing the fluids the Prince’s cock produced deeper into the boys core. There it began feeding a glowing fire, a need to be stretched, to be taught to not fear pain, to understand the deepest stretches not as pain, but as desire, a fire that the Prince intended to feed, tend, and stoke daily forever.