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Choosing the Right Bathing Suit to Trap a Big Black Bear Wesley Hughes McCall III looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. This wasn’t the one, he thought. This one didn’t send the message he wanted to send. It just looked like a bathing suit. No, Wes wanted something special. Wes wanted something that said “I want you to fuck me and spit in my mouth.” Wes knew he had a decent body. He’d been slight as a child, but years in the pool and hours and hours of diving practice had left him with a hard, defined torso and six pack, and, although he wished his chest were bigger, he had an ass he knew, objectively, was really good. Jamal loved his ass. Said it was better than most girls. Wes sighed. Most people thought Jamal was his best friend. His dad loved it that his son was best friends with the star quarterback, a scholarship student to boot, at Hillside Prep. His dad worked pictures of Wes and Jamal into his campaign literature. Dad thought it gave him cover as he voted over and over again in the Georgia senate to keep black people from voting, and to stop the evils of teaching that Southen white people had actually been fighting to preserve slavery in the Civil War. But what daddy would have been horrified to know was that Jamal and Wes weren’t friends. No, Wes was Jamal’s cock whore. Wes loved to spend hours sucking on Jamal’s 7.5 inch thick pole before Jamal fucked his brains out. But there were two things Wes found unsatisfying about Jamal. The first was Jamal wasn’t here and wouldn’t be in Atlanta for some time. He was in Los Angeles training for his first football season at USC. The second thing was that Jamal was young. And Jamal couldn’t rev up Wes anywhere near to what a 50-year-old grinder hookup could. And even then, Wes knew he had a thing for black and brown men. While an older white redneck could satisfy, nothing, and I mean nothing, made his little asshole pulse with desire like a big black daddy. Wes tried on the white one. Oh this was better. This one was a smaller size. The white nearly translucent, and it was smaller in the rear. The back hugged the dimples of his ass, letting the bigger bubble peek out. If this didn’t interest the man downstairs, then his cause was lost. It would prove that the man of his deepest fantasies, the man people called Big Ed was straight. God, Wes hoped he was wrong. He’d first met Big Ed at Grandma Claire’s house. Big Ed was really Edward Belley, one of the owners of Belley-McGrath Restorations. Grandma McCall had hired Ed to restore Grandpa’s 1957 Mercedes Gulfwing. It had been his favorite car and Wes thought it was cool as hell. Wes and been there when Ed had delivered it to his grandmother’s house. The car was immaculate, and Grandma teared up when she saw how perfectly they had restored the leather. “Golly,” she smiled, “This brings back good memories.” But Wes barely noticed the car because Edward Belley was breathtaking. Ed stood 6’ 5” at least, his black skin was very dark, and he was hairy—his forearms were covered in fur and chest hair peeked out from the top button of the expensive dress shirt he wore open at the throat with sleeves rolled up. His chest was massive, his shoulder broader than two and a half of Wes, and his hard daddy belly hung sexily over the alligator skin belt he wore. As Wes’s eyes traveled down, he almost gasped aloud. As the big man stretched up to show his grandma how smooth the wing doors closed after restoration. Wes caught sight of a cock from his deepest fantasies. Even soft, Wes knew, Big Ed had a massive snake. And right now Big Ed was downstairs, at his own house, restoring his dad’s 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL. And Wes was alone in the house and would be alone for a week. His parents and sister and brother were at the beach. Wes had stayed behind, ostensibly to go to diving practice. That was a lie, though. Wesley McCall stayed at home in Atlanta to trap himself a big black daddy bear. If Wes had been aware, he would have been less worried about the perfect outfit. Because Big Ed had chosen to restore the Benz in the McCall garage for a reason: little Wesley McCall. He’d been blown away when Claire Hayes McCall—one of the classiest steel magnolias Ed had ever encountered in his decades of dealing with rich Southerners—introduced him to her grandson Wes, his hot compact body and tight abs rippling under the perfect navy polo Wes was wearing. And when the boy had turned his back to check out the restoration of the back quarter panel, Ed nearly creamed his pants at the sight of the kids perfect divers ass in his tight khakis. And he’d seen Wes staring at his crotch more than once that day. And so he’d made up a bullshit story about upgrades at their facility in Alabama and brought a truck full of supplies to Atlanta to do Senator McCalls car. Big Ed heard the screen door of the house open and looked out the back of the garage. The McCalls had an eight-car garage set at an angle, with regular garage doors facing the winding drive and then big sliding glass doors facing the backyard and pool. These were show doors—so guests could admire the Senators collection of vintage and luxury cars. Wes came out of the house wearing a -tiny- white Speedo, a pair of sunglasses, and carrying a bottle of sunscreen. The kid glanced at the garage and then chose a chair by the pool that gave Ed a full on view. Slowly—and obviously—the kid put on the sun cream. While it looked a little cheesy—like something from a 1980s Falcon porn flick—when the kid started very slowly working the sunscreen into his back hamstrings and up into the bits of his pert ass that hung out of the speedo, Ed got rock hard. Ed pretended to ignore the kid. He knew the rest of the Senator’s family were gone for the week. And while he knew the kid claimed he stayed behind to work on his diving, the fact that the kid was putting on a sexy show in the backyard of his own house, in a pool chair obviously chosen so Ed could see everything the kids did,meant that Ed was going to be fucking that ass soon enough. And Ed knew about white boys who craved black daddy cock: if you made them wait, their little boy pussies got hotter and hotter until their desire was almost uncontrollable. And Ed liked pussies governed by uncontrollable desire, because those boys were ready to be corrupted. As the day wore one, the kid swam a bit, turning the swimsuit almost translucent. Wes lay on his stomach then, and Ed caught him pulling the sides of the suit up to show more of his ass. The kid was playing dance music now. And although he knew the kid wouldn’t do it—he was a fucking McCall and too classy for that—if the kid started dancing Ed was going to rip that suit off him and rape him right there outdoors by the pool. At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Ed decided it was his turn to play the game. He stripped off his shirt and made sure his semi was clearly visible in his jeans. He popped open a beer and stood by the open back sliding door of the bay closest to the pool. Ed smiled across at the pool and said, “How ya doing? It’s Wes, right?” Wes opened his eyes and sat up and smiled, and as he did so his little 6 inch cock sprang up rock hard at the sight of Ed’s bare chest. He closed his legs, and tried to act like nothing was happening and said, “Hey, nice day, huh?” “Yea, I’m Wesley and you’re Ed, right?” Wes continued, “You did the restoration of my grandma’s cool car.” Ed walked over and stood by the boy’s chair, towering over him. Wes looked up and smiled. “Where you doing a little show for me, with that sun cream,boy?” Ed demanded. “Yes sir, I was,” Wes said slightly sheepishly. “Why were you doing that?” Ed said. Wes smiled and looked him directly in the eye and said, “Because I was trying to get you to fuck me, sir.” Ed grabbed the kids hand and put it on his cock, suddenly rock hard. “Think you can take my big monster, Wes?” Ed said. “I’ve taken some pretty big dicks, but yours is huge,” Wesley said. Ed said, “You been on Grinder already?” “A few times, yes,” Wes admitted, “But Jamal used to fuck me a couple times a month.” “Jamal??” Ed laughed, “You got a thing for black dick, huh? Who’s Jamal?” “He was the quarterback of our school team,” Wes continued, “Our parents think we were close friends—and it started out that way Sophomore year, but by Junior year I was sucking him off and then that next Summer he started fucking me.” “So your family’s gone all week? Grandma coming over?” Ed asked, “Any friends coming over?” “Granny’s in San Francisco, everyone else is out of town,” Wesley said, with a big grin, “It’s almost like I planned it.” “So if I took you in that house right now we could stay naked for a whole week and no one would know?” Ed said. “Don’t you need to work on dad’s car?” Wes asked. “There’s no way I can finish your dad’s car here, it needs to be at my garage at home,” Ed said. “But your garage is being worked on?” Wes asked. “Nah, I just told your dad that,” Ed said, reaching down and giving Wesley a passionate kiss, “It’s almost like I planned it.” Ed reach into his pocket and pulled out a little baggy, “Ever done Tina?” “No, isn’t that meth?” Wes asked. “Yea, gays use it as a party drug. Makes little boypussies like you supercharged,” Ed smiled, “I know you think you’re horny now, but this will take you to another level. Your parents go security cameras out here?” “Turned ‘em off this morning,” Wesley smiled. “Excellent, turned around and bend over,” Ed said. Wesley turned around and put his hands on his knees. Ed grasped the boys perfectly ass, then slide the suit down below his cheeks. Ed spread them, getting his first look at the boys perfect pink hole. He kneeled and started rimming the boy, making Wesley moan with pleasure. He then reached with his long middle finger and stuck it deep in the bag coating it with way more Tina than he would normally give a first timer. “This will burn for a second, but soon you will feel great,” Ed warned, already sliding the finger into the boy to the root. The boy gasped and gave a little cry, “Oh, fuck.” Ed waited until the unmistakable signs were visible, and he started fingering the boy, relishing the boys velvet hole. “Oh god, that feels good sir.” Ed stood the boy up and kissed him, toying with the perfect little ass. “This is just the beginning. Get on your knees with your hands behind your back and wait here,” Ed commanded, “I am going to get my bag out of the truck, and then we are going to go inside the guesthouse and I am going to show you what real men do with pussy boys like you.” So Ed went and fetched his two big duffles full of sex toys, restraints, and party supplies. He smiled broadly when he saw the boy on his knees as directed. He stood in front of Wes, and pressed the boy’s face into his cock, straining against his tight jeans. “You wanna serve this cock, boy?” Ed asked, “Because once you’ve had Daddy Ed’s cock, you will never be the same.” “Yes, sir,” Wes said, “It’s all I’ve thought about since I met you at Grannies.” Ed reached into his bag and pulled out a moderately-sized chastity device. “Do you know what this is, Wes?” “I’ve seen it in movies, sir,” Wes said, “It’s a chastity device although some call it a boyclit lock.” Ed laughed, “That’s right, sweet boy, Daddy Ed is going to lock up your boyclit. That will leave only on your mouth hole and your pretty pink boyhole. You will learn to only feel pleasure from your holes.” Ed reached down and affixed the chastity device over the boys little cock, leaving his balls free for Ed to squeeze and hurt. Ed led the boy into into the big guesthouse where Ed was staying. He guided the boy up to his room. Ed had Wes finish undressing him, and the boy spent a while smelling and tasting Ed’s armpits and furry chest—something he did without prompting. The boy grew starry-eyed at his first look at Ed’s uncut, 13-inch beer-bottle-thick cock. “I will teach you to deepthroat it, boy,” Ed promised. Wesley sighed and kissed the big cock, slobbering over the head, thrilling at the taste of copious precum the big bear produced. “Get on all fours in the bathroom,” Ed ordered, “facing the back wall. Then put your chest on the floor, close your eyes, and reach back along your sides and spread your hole. It’s time to clean you out.” “I am already clean for you sir,” Wesley said, “Please, sir, I need your cock.” Ed slapped the boy so hard Wes saw stars, “Never back talk me, always obey.” Wes nodded, “Yes, sir, sorry sir.” As the boy got into position, Ed reached into one of his bags and pulled out a large enema bag, a smallish plug, a small bottle of lube, some poppers, and a 5-liter bottle full of chempiss—it was several party weekends worth of piss he and his partners Tom and Julio had collected special for this trip. He walked into the bathroom, pleased to see the kids eyes were closed as he had ordered, and pulled the lid off. A powerful piss smell arose as he filled the 2.5 liter enema bag and closed the bottle back up. Lubing up the hose, he place it gently in the boy’s hole. “Use your ass to suck on the hose,” Ed commanded, “And tell me when it hurts.” Ed threaded about 5 inches in and the boy grunted. “Hurts, sir.” “Push out,” Ed commanded, and Ed gently pushed the hose through the boys second hole. The boy groaned but took several more inches. Ed pushed just a bit more and stopped and released the line, the boy wiggled and moaned. Ed doubted Wes had ever gotten an enema in his second hole before. The boy started moaning again, and Ed gave him the poppers. “Do you know how to use these?” Ed asked. “I’ve seen them in movie,” Wes replied. “Hold them under your nose and sniff,” Ed commanded. As they kicked in the boy was able to take a bit more and then Ed slid the line out to fill the boys rectum. The boy took most of the liquid before it became a struggle, Ed had him puff away on the poppers. When the boy had taken it all Ed slid in the plug. The boy soon began to feel the potent Tina, and started moaning. This gave Ed the signal to tease his hole with the plug. Jamal must have had a thick one, Ed thought, because the boy took two of his big fingers around the plug fairly easily. He had the boy stand up, a little bow-legged, and made him stand for a minute, then pulled the plug out and expel the liquid. He saved the rest of the chempiss for sometime later when little Wesley got tired. Ed then brought the boy into the shower and then Wes enthusiastically began bathing the big bear, the Tina and his own deep-seated fantasies making him stroke the big man’s body lustily. “Please sir, my hole is so hungry,” Wesley pleaded. “Please what, boy?” Ed asked. “Please fuck me, sir,” Wes whined. “I think you need a little bit more opening before I sink my big tool into your baby boy pussy.” When Wes nodded but made a little whine, Ed yanked Wes up on his toes, yanking him by his balls, the metal cage digging into his flesh, and spanked him hard, Ed’s hand big enough to hit both buttocks hard. He spanked and spanked, delighting in the way the boy whinnied like a horse and gave little cries. When the boy’s cheeks were bright, bright red he stopped. He noticed a steady stream of precum running out of the boy’s clitlock, and Ed smiled, “What did I say about no back talk?” Ed played with the boys ass for a little over an hour. Gently fucking him with several small dildos, some beaded. He really did want the boys big stretch to be most his own huge cock, but he wanted to build the boys hunger. He also just enjoyed using toys on the boy—there was something so sexy about a boy getting his butthole played with, especially a boy like Wes who was already well into understanding that his boyhole was a pussy hole. Ed slipped the head of his well-lubed cock in Wesley’s pink pussy. Wes moaned, and arched his back. “I was going to tease you open to make it easier,” Ed said, “But you just can’t stop talking back.” With that he pressed hard, and went into the boy about three inchs. Wesley groaned, and stifled a little cry. Ed stayed perfectly still, let his cock relax slightly, and released a little stream of piss. After a second the boy moaned and Ed felt the velvet tunnel, virgin to anything the size of his tool, open slightly. Suddenly hard as a rock again thinking about what he was going to do next, Ed grabbed the boys waist firmly and speared in to boys quim about three more inches, straining against the boys second hole, the boy’s rectum straining to find a place to put all of that hard black cock. The boy’s mouth opened and this time he did scream, his body completely rigid. “I can make it hurt like this every time,” Ed promised, his voice low with menace, “Or you can keep that pretty mouth shut and do what daddy says the minute daddy speaks.” Ed, famous for his bladder control when hard, now filled the boy with a small pool of potent chempiss. Ed moved his cock slightly, trying to coax piss into that second ring. Ed stayed perfectly still, the boy panting, his ass struggling, and then the big booty bump from earlier connected with the big chempiss enema and the little pool of fresh chempiss, and the boy pushed back. “Push out around my cock, baby,” Ed ordered. As Wesley did he unwittingly welcomed the chempiss into his second hole, and so welcomed a lifetime of pussyfication at the altar of Ed’s cock. Ed waited until the chempiss spasmed deeper into the boy. Ed could feel the conflicts in the boys hole, as the chems sent messages the body couldn’t interpret. He pressed onward, seeking the inner gate. He was being cruel but the boy had asked for it. Finding the entrance, he commanded the boy to push back again. And Ed slid into the boys second hole. He waited, as the boy bucked and panted beneath him, for the boys hole to reconfigure and allow Ed’s huge tool to straighten it. He was in a good 8 inchs by now. Wes was having trouble, but it was clear Jamal had had a pretty decent cock, because most boys would be begging for him to get off. But Wesley, clearly, wanted the cock. Ed was very big, though ,and Ed could see the conflict between hunger and pain on the boy’s face. He decided to go slow, there would be plenty of time to hurt the boy over the week, to show Wes his true nature. He very very slowly began to fuck the boy, the piss sliding around and adding extra lube. After a few minutes, Wes began to make little sounds of pleasure between moans of pain. Ed slow fucked him for a while,getting his hole used to the big cock. Ed climbed up on the bed, pushing the boy down flat on the bed and pushed his cock in all the way. The boy was clawing at the air, crying out, but there was no way he could do anything against the huge black bear’s brutal assault. Ed could feel Wes’s hole throb and struggle, and then suddenly, after a few minutes of relentless fucking, Ed battered the boys inner space open. “There, boy, feel that?” Ed said, his voice thick with please, “There deep inside, that’s where daddy belongs.” Acting on instinct to protect his body from pain, Wes was grabbing at the sheets, trying to get away. Ed grabbed the boys hips and kept grinding. The boy crying “oohh, ohh, ohh.” Ed knew that for this fuck and the next several the boy would never get used to his big cock. Hell, he hoped the boy never did—his tight hole was amazing. Ed fucked the boy deep, keeping Wes flat on the bed for a while until he felt the boy’s hole loosen. Ed picked the boy up—loving that the little body was so easy for him to control—and had the boy stand with his arms on the back of a little chair. And now Ed really went to town, pile driving his cock up into the boy, each deep thrust driving his cock all the way up deep inside Wes’s hot insides. Soon both Ed and Wes were dripping with sweat. And then Ed saw the change. The boy didn’t stop crying out “oh” every time he was penetrated to his core, but he did start to make little moans of pleasure. Ed picked Wes up and threw him on his back on the bed. He squirted the boys hole with lube and handed him the poppers. “I am going to keep fucking, and I am going to need to fuck you harder,” Ed said, “So sniff on those and it will open your little boy hole up.” Ed then fucked the boy for over an hour, bending the boy into every position: the boy on his back, Ed slamming his huge cock—swollen to the point of bursting—into the boy, jack-hammer fucking him. Wes on his hands and knees, doggy-style. Wes up in the the air, Big Ed holding him like a sex toy as he rammed Wes’s boypussy over and over. The poppers helped Wes to take the punishing fuck, but every time Ed pulled out and slammed his cock all the way home, doing this over and over again, Wes cried out. Wes soon learned to use the poppers, and got into the fuck, and spent the last half hour begging to have his boypussy destroyed. After Ed came—one of the most earth-shatteringly amazing orgasms of his life, his seed spilling for what felt like 10 minutes into the twink—he fingered the boy, delivering a small bump of Tina, and then swiftly slammed a medium sized plug into the boy. Wes cried out and grabbed with his hands at his tender hole, but then he just lay panting. “Boy cunts always clean Daddy’s cock after they are fucked,” Wes said “Want to make sure all of daddy’s precious seed is inside you.” Ed taught Wes to clean his cock all over, to make love to Ed’s tender cock head inside the long foreskin. He taught him to keep his blue eyes trained on Daddy as he did so. Ed so wanted to see the kid drink his first load of piss, but thought that might be pushing it this early. He needed little Wes a little bit more fucked up for that. He laid Wes out on the bed, smiling to see the new bump of Tina was already having its intended effect of making Wes’s boypussy hungry again. Ed stepped into the bathroom and added his fresh load of piss to the bottle that he or one of his partners would use later to ramp the boy up for some hard use. Ed and Wes rested on the bed. The boy snuggled in tight to the bigger man. “You like the way Daddy fucks you?” Ed asked. “So big, sir, so deep,” Wes said, then he said, “But I need it again, daddy, need to be stretched.” “Don’t worry, boy” Ed said, idly scratching the boys blonde hair, “ Daddy’s going to fuck and fuck and stretch your boy hole. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know to please a man.” Ed made Wes tell him every fantasy he’d ever had. He made Wes show him the search history on his phone and describe every type of porn he’d looked at. Most of it was older/younger with lots of daddy/son, but after prodding he finally admitted he’d watch much rougher stuff. He made Wes show him every movies in his Xhamster favorites, and Ed noticed there was plenty of piss and spanking and everal videos where twinks got fisted. Ed and Wes watched the movies on Wes’s favorites list, and Wes started to get really horny. Ed toyed with the boys hole, gently fucking him with the plug, then tossing the plug aside, he began using his big fingers. “Please fuck me, daddy,” Wes pleaded, “I need you inside me.” So Ed made love to the boy, slowly entering him and gently fucking, kissing him passionately. Wes enjoyed this, kissing back, gazing deeply into Ed’s eyes as the big cock began to slowly move around. Ed taught him how to squeeze and push out, to milk and pleasure daddy’s cock, the passion building until both the big bear and the younger twink were thrusting—Ed driving in, to penetrate deep, and Wes pushing his narrow hips back to welcome the thick beast. Ed began changing the angles of his fuck, breaking new ground, as Wes began grunting with each hard thrust but his eyes never left the bears big face, pleading for the fuck. At one point, Wes experienced his first locked orgasm, his seed dribbling down, Ed laughed and said, “I told you your boypussy could give you more pleasure than your little boy cock.” The little orgasm made Wesley increasingly cunted boyhole spasm and grasp around Ed’s big cock and Ed suddenly exploded into another big orgasm. Ed plugged the boy and lay back down to relax, Wes immediately honing in and without prompting began to lovingingly clean and worship the man’s relaxed but still huge tool. After they rested, Ed had the boy kneel. Ed used handcuffs to pull Wes’s wrist together behind his back, loving how the position made the boy’s little square defined pics stand out. He had the boy suck him, and then gently taight him to take a facefuck. The boy tried hard but struggled, coughing, as fluid poured out of his mouth. Ed relented and gave the boy some hits of poppers, and then thrilled as the boy’s throat opened. Ed forced him down repeatedly on his big cock, being intentionally cruel, wanting to get the boy used to being a cock slave. Ed slipped a collar around the boys neck and snapped a leash on, laughing as he saw the now steady stream of precome leaking from the boy’s locked clit. He led Wes into the bathroom, enjoying how he struggled to crawl on two knees. He then picked the boy up and placed him in the shower facing forward. Ed said, “Time to make your fantasy a reality,” and slipped his cock into the boys throat. “Seal your lips, and don’t swallow until i give you permission.” He then gave Wes his first mouthful of piss. Ed fed the boy mouthfuls of piss. Wes struggled every time he swallowed and gagged a bit, piss running down his shoulders and perfect little biceps. Ed was relentless, making Wes gargle with the piss,his face alternating between loving the submission demanded and disgust at the flavor. Finally Ed just stuck his cock down the boys throat and let the piss flow. Wes struggled but Ed kept his face in place with an iron grip. “Don’t worry boy, plenty of time for more practice later.” Ed pulled his cock out and pissed all over the boy, wetting his hair and body. He then gave the boy a final mouthful, making him hold it in his mouth for several minutes before letting him swallow. Ed told Wes to rest his ass on the back of his legs and left the boy on the shower covered in piss with pools of piss around him and the taste of Big Ed’s piss on his tongue, his head bowed as directed. Ed closed the door, making sure the piss smell would permeate the room and lay down on the bed.

Big Ed pumped very slowly, and saw first Rex’s eyes go wide, then his cock rise erect, as Ed’s pumping pushed more and more bicep into the sweet burning boy pussy they had made together. “Fuck him now,” Rex said, “Make him squirm.” Rex reached across the boys small body and squirted lube onto Rex’s arm. And as Ed slowly increased the speed of his bicep fuck for the first time in hours, Rex popered the boy and then lit a bowl. He knew now was not the time to be responsible; now was about letting the animals inside of him and Ed feed on the boy as prey. Rex fed the boy the bowl, not caring how high Wes got, as he admired Ed’s huge black daddy arms fucking the boy harder and harder. As the boy’s pussy began to squelch, Ed pushed deeper. The boy moaned but did not cry, lost in the need of the deep fuck. Ed kept the speed up, but pushed deeper more slowly than he thought possible, realizing that the boy’s hole was working with him craving the fuck. He continued like this, Rex both poppering the boy and keeping the lube fresh, and Wes opened deeper and deeper for Ed’s relentless pursuit of his prize, buried deep in his boy’s pussy. Ed’s entire bicep was now buried in Wes’s ass and the sensation of buttery velvet boy hole enveloping Ed’s whole arm was a huge turn on. Ed pumped and pumped and the boy began chanting “Oh god fill me up Daddy, fill me up.” Ed began pushing harder and the boys hole opened around him and he was buried shoulder deep in Wes’s clutching and clasping boycunt. Ed froze and held completely still. Wes’s mouth was open wide, his face a look of total ecstasy, he eyes open wide, their blue lost in a sea of huge black pupil. Unlike most of the deep fucks he had received tonight this one was all down to him and his own deep need to be taken, used, and dominated. Ed left his arm in place, and watched Wes’s face closely. At first it was sheer bliss, but Ed smirked as Wes’s body sent the message that Ed’s entire arm—thicker than nearly all small trees—was lodged in his guts. Wes moaned out, and as he moaned in Rex was already in place with an open bottle of poppers. Wes remained still, then, and slowly Ed found the boys hole settling. Still Ed waited, listening for the begging to begin. It began so softly only Rex heard it. He spit on the boys face and said, “ What’s that pig? Sup so your daddy can hear you?” Wes raised his voice slightly, the intensity of his feelings of fullness so overwhelming, “Fuck me, daddy, please, I beg you, need more.” So Ed obliged, pushing first his shoulder in and out of the boy, then from his bicep to his shoulder, fucking the boy totally and relentlessly. He was gentle, but he was determined, and Wes felt the fuck intensely. Ed fucked him for over an hour, the boys hole getting looser around his arm, until he could fuck him in one smooth push from closed fist to shoulder, doing this over and over again. Then Rex took over, while Ed did popper and lube duty, whispering filthy messages of destruction and domination into his boy’s ears. As these words took hold in Wes’s drug and lust addled mind, he began to desire further destruction, “More sir, harder, sir, please sir,”. Wes begged. And so Rex did what he loved best: ramped the deep arm fuck up. At full shoulder depth he couldn’t move much—he didn’t expect to—but he did begin a very slight vibration and pumping motion, and as he did so, his should went slightly deeper, now tickling his bicep hair. Wes gasped and moaned, crying “Yes daddy.” So Rex used every trick in his sleeve to deep fuck the boy. He didn’t care as much about punching all the way to the elbow, but he did go slowly out and in, spending time slowly fucking and moving is arm with a slight circular motion. The trick was to keep the fist in the same place but then use the rest of the arm to move in a very slight circle. One hot college stud he’d done it too described it as “Having your ass churned by a telephone pole,” but the next time they hooked up, he begged him to get him to that point as soon as possible. Since he’d already punch fisted the boy to his elbow, he decided to fist him at full depth for two or three small pumps and then pull out and fist him to the mid bicep harder for four or five. He repeated this over and over, trying to drive his arm in until the boy was taking the bicep in one go. And so it continued for several hours. The men did just the smallest puffs here and there of Tina, but they were back to being indiscriminate with the boy. They didn’t give him nearly as much as before, but they didn’t care if the boy would be fried the next day. They only care that he stayed in a hot, hot, heat. This went on until it was well into Sunday morning. The boy had been getting used for something like 42 hours and the wear was starting to show. When Ed pointed it out, Rex agreed, it was time to really bring the boy down again. After each of them gave the boy a good fifteen minutes of brutal punches at all of the depths they had achieved, they pulled the boy into the shower. Ed didn’t even try to be gentle with the water, and just turned it on full blast and fucked the boy hard, nearly all of the hose buried alongside his arm as Ed pushed and pulled the tube deeep into the boy. Wes was so exhausted, still high and lost in lust, that he just grunted and took the fuck. Ed too was enjoying this final bit and it went on for quite a bit longer than needed—maybe a good 1/2 hour of yet more brutality for the smaller white boy. Finally, he grew tired of it and had Wes expel the water that was deep in his guts. They led the boy into the bedroom, and let him ride their cocks. Ed finally fed Wes some GHB to slow him down, and they took turns idling slow fucking him with huge toys while he serviced the other man. Finally, Rex got hit a gut wrenchingly giant silicone cock and let Wes ride it while Rex and Ed smoked some weed and talked. “You know the boy is changed by this experience,” Rex said. “He came in here with a manpussy that you had pumped and molded for your cock and fists.” “Now we’ve given him a fist-addicted cunt,” Rex said smiling. Ed grinned, “Smoking hot fistcunt.” Looking over at Wes who was only riding the big toy 2/3rds way down, Ed called out “Take the toy all the way with every stroke down, want you to stay open.” Wes pushed down and then grunted and squealed. Ed grinned at Rex, “Yep, I know that toy is at least an inch deeper than we took him—just because he’s coming down doesn’t meant he shouldn’t continue to be opening himself deeper for me.” “Look Ed,” Rex said quietly. “I know you are an experienced top, with maybe a decade more of experience of this than me, but I had some thoughts on your boy.” “Sure, buddy,” Ed smiled, “Shoot.” “Well, how much do you want things to go back to the way they were before?” Rex asked.” “You mean to the way my boy before he was cunted for almost 48 hours straight and then when he was super sore, started begging to be punched-fucked shoulder deep by me and another muscle man?” Ed said laughingly. “Exactly,” Rex replied. “Well I wanna keep him, if that’s your question,” Ed said. “Boy’s smart, he’s my appprentice and he was in the honor roll and a varsity diver back at his Atlanta high school,” Ed said, smiling at the surprised look on Rex’s face. “Kid’s family is filthy rich, but his Dad disowned him when he came out and announced he was moving in with the middle-aged black bear who’d just restored his daddies vintage 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL,” Ed continued, “Luckily, grandmama is much more understanding and she diverted most of her hateful sons’ inheritance into the trust fund already established for her beloved grand baby. That Chanel-suited dame don’t give two shits if he wants to be a gay muscle himbo with a black daddy. Kids loaded—most of it just piles up as interest. All my boy spends money on is muscle tees, short shorts, daddy porn , fisting porn, and sex toys.” Rex mouth hung open in surprise. “No worries buddy, “ Ed assured Red, “The whole country hick black bear and runaway white himbo pussy jock thing is just our way of keeping our real business below the radar. There’s a shit ton of nearly priceless collectible cars in the big complex at the back of this land. Tom and I run one of the most successful and discrete car restoration firms in the country.” Ed continued, “The car business is 100% clean—well we are pretty sure nearly all our owners are legit— but Tom really does deal some drugs, mainly I think to get back at his bible-thumping parents who died when he was 22 and left him a fortune. I make sure it’s all kept separate though.” “Anyway, I don’t want to ruin the boy,” Ed said, “I want him to learn the business, get his MBA and help me and Tom.” “I also think maybe I am in love with him. But I do want more from him, especially sexually,” Ed said. Rex smiled, “More?” “I want to really bond him tight to my will, make him crave what he did tonight,” Ed said. “He’s still craving it right now, buddy,” Rex replied and stroked his meat watching the boy whine as he took finally took the last 1/4 inch of the giant toy. “My thoughts, as someone who may have done this before more than once,” Rex said, “I would keep him fucked up and whored out for several weeks. Deep fist him all the time, introduce him to some of your nastier friends, really show him how much of a whore he is. Treat him almost like you would if you wanted to ruin him and sell him on.” Rex paused, and then smiled dreamily, “He will only want you more when you detox him and get him back to the life you had before. The smart ones, the ones raised right, always do. They crave the nastiness the most.” Ed agreed, especially since there weren’t any pressing resto jobs for the next eight weeks. And so after he and Rex gave Wesley another load, Ed sent Wesley to bed in the spare bedroom with a huge bottle of Gatorade and a sleeping pill. When Wes awoke after six hours, he found another bottle of Gatorade, some yoghurt, a protein bar, and another sleeping pill. He also found a note, a thin leather collar trimmed in red, and his cell phone. “If you want to take it to the next level with me, boy,” the note read, “And be my fistcunt slave, put on this collar, take several slutty selfies with it on, and text it to me. Then eat and drink and go back to bed.” Wesley smiled, cleaned up his hair and put on the collar, he took several sexy shots, making sure to show off his puffy hole, and sent them to Ed. After a few minutes, while Wesley was munching on the protein bar, realizing just how hungry he was, Ed texted back. “That’s my beautiful boy. I think your ruined pussy is so hot I am gonna keep it that way. Go back to bed and get some rest, You’re going to need it.” The End

Rex fucked the boy slowly, moving in and out, always taking the boy to the elbow each time. As Wes opened up his face became blissful, but sweat pored off of him from the effort. After about 1/2 hour, Rex made his fist bigger, progressively opening the boy’s chute elbow deep until he could practically take a clenched fist. Rex mentioned to Ed. “I should give him my clenched fist before you have a go,” Res stated, “Unless you want him to hurt?” Ed smiled, and said, “I want him to know it was his daddy that trenched him out. He’s so beautiful when he suffers.” Rex smiled, and pulled out abruptly, teasing and finger-fucking Wes’s small prolapse, as Wes writhed and groaned above. Ed gave the boy a decent booty bump and then began to grease up. “You want your Daddy Ed to fist you? Give you a deep and wide pussy?” Ed directed at Wes. Wes, lost in the lust and desire, chanted “Use my pussy daddy, stretch my pussy.” Ed surprised the boy—and Rex, who grinned and stroked his hard cock—with 10 minutes of brutal clenched fist shallow punching. The boy screamed but soon began to push back, as he always did. However, he screamed again when his Daddy Ed pulled his fist out, made it into a smaller intermediate shape and pushed it in several inches past the point he had been punching. The boy was suspended again, as he had been so many times already, with the weight of his body forcing his ass down on something too big and too wide. The boy stuttered—and time stopped for just a second— then his hole opened he slid down until Ed’s huge hand—made into a bird shape-went just to the knuckles of his second hole for the first time. Rex gave the boy a huge round of poppers and then slapped his chest, and with a little jump of Wes’s torso Ed’s fist slide through the boy’s second hole The boy’s deeper access had been opened by hours of deep toy play and Rex’s prep, was still stretched beyond comfort by the jump in size. As Wes colon stretched beyond his imagining, the boy moaned and cried out but Ed’s birds hand fist kept going. And for the first time in the three years they had been together Ed fisted his boy to mid forearm. Ed held completely still, and waited patiently as the boy adjusted. The minute he felt any loosening, he began to move his arm very slightly back and forth until he could move in and out slowly. Then he started pushing forward. “Look at me boy,” Ed commanded. Wes opened his eyes, barely seeing anything from the lust and pleasure he’d been riding for hours now. “Pussy’s not finished until you can take me elbows deep, boy,” Ed demanded, “Do you understand? Beg me.” Wes begged, “Hurt me daddy, fuck me deep, give me your big elbow.” And Ed began to slowly fuck deeper and deeper until Wes got what he wanted and Ed did too. Ed fisted the boy until he could get his balled fist in to mid forearm. He then asked Rex to take over, and within seconds of aggressive work—Wes panting and crying—Rex had his balled fisted elbow deep in the boy. They worked in tandem, fisting the boy for several hours more, each time getting deeper and deeper and meeting any sign of Wes’s exhaustion with more drugs. Both men got just a tiny bit past the elbow, but Wes was too small and in the end just too inexperienced to take a punch that deep. Largely satisfied, Ed and Rex each delivered a good 15 minutes of elbow deep punching before abruptly stopping. Wes was a mess. His whole body—definition incredible due to the dehydration of nearly 24 solid hours of drugs and effort—glistened with sweat, cum, lube, flecks of Tina, and piss. He pussy gaped open, the big lips swollen to nearly twice their size, all manner of fluids draining out. Despite this, Wes started whining and begging for more. Ed picked him up and he and Res took him to the shower and washed him, Wes leaning against the wall with exhaustion but still begging to be fucked. Rex positioned the boy leaning against the shower wall with one leg on the floor and the other up on the shower bench, spreading his pussy open. Ed gleefully adjusted the shower shot with a pretty big flow and proceeded to roughly hose the boy out. Wes groaned and the deep penetration of water, but then began to push back. Ed pushed into the boy deeper and deeper, fucking him with the water, the boy so loose water flowed out of his wide open hole the entire time. Rex leaned down to Ed’s ear, “Enough pleasure. Hurt him and remind me whose pussy that is.” Ed grinned and started pushing hard until Wes started crying out “Too deep Daddy too deep.” Ed ignore the boy, and pushed the hose until Wesley screamed, his perfect body locked with all his muscles rigid. Ed pushed about two inches further and then began to fuck the boy with the water. The minute the boy relaxed, Ed pushed deeper, doing this over and over until about 19 inches of hose was buried in the boy. Ed went no deeper, and fucked and fucked and Rex kept adding minute amounts of water to the flow. Ed was wild with lust, his cock raging and the new domination or his boy, and he leaned in and whispered, “Who owns that pussy?” Wes opened his eyes and looked at Ed’s hard expression, “You do, Daaaaaadyeeeee.” His words lost in a shriek of pain as Ed pushed the hose in another inch in one push and fucked the boy there. Wes never got used to that depth but Ed fucked him anyway. Letting Wes cry and beg, and when the boy tried to move his hands to resist Rex pinned him against the wall. Ed immediately pushed the hose deeper and Wes began to cry. Ed fucked him relentlessly and the boy submitted. Even after he submitted, Ed pushed another 1/2 inch and fucked deep with the water. After just a few minutes of Wes in agony, Ed nodded at Rex and said “Turn it up a little.” Rex began slowly increasing the flow again as Ed fucked him at depth and began to pull out. As the water increased he moved the angles around, pushing and filling the boy, the balance between less depth and more water keeping the boy on the edge of pain. He exited the boy’s hole with the sure shot and turned the water flow almost to full. He washed the boy all over and then said, “Spread your pussy.” Wes obeyed and Ed speared him with the flowing water as far as he could go, not stopping until he was back at the deepest depth. Wes was rigid, a silent howl on his face, as Ed pushed the water in a full another inch and brutally fucked. He did this for only a minute, but it was a lifetime of Agony for Wes. Ed then abruptly pulled the hose out and stopped the water. Wes was panting, his ass in the biggest prolapse of his life, soaking wet, and face red from crying. Ed and Rex were hard as steel, the excitement of seeing the boy take their abuse at one of its highest points. Ed speared the boy’s hole in one thrust and picked up him up in one motion. He turned to Rex, who pushed the boy leg’s up further and double penetrated the boy in one motion. Despite three years of being DP’d by his daddy and other big cocks, and despite hours of stretching around toys and fists, it was still a lot of cock suddenly up his sore hole. Wes grunted and moaned as the men, lost in their desire to use and dominate the smaller man, jackhammered him for a good half hour before coming. Ed pushed Wes’s weight onto Rex, and moved the boys head to Rex’s shoulder. “Bedroom, fucking, coming down,” Ed said elliptically. Rex nodded and walked with the boy in his arms, his big cock still hard, buried in the boys sweet pussy. When Rex reached the bedroom he lay on his back and commanded Wes to ride him. Lost in lust and need Wes rode him with his eyes closed. Rex came back with a couple of beers and a bottle of Gatorade. For the next several hours—it was now Saturday night after they had started on a Friday around 4–the men fucked in all sorts of positions, sometimes together sometimes separately. The fucking was generally slow and both men enjoyed how sensitive the boy’s hole was after hours of abuse,how the slightest shift in direction could make Wes gasp or moan. They fed Wes loads and loads of chempiss, as they drank beer and he drank piss and Gatorade. When he showed signs of edginess, Ed gave him a little GHB and then both men pissed in his hole and fisted him, slowly but making sure to take him deeper than was comfortable, to hurt him slowly and slightly, but Wes never asked then to stop. In fact, he begged to be fisted. Rex slapped him, and said, “Someday I will get you this sore and then I will reuse all of my deep toys plus bigger ones on you while your Daddy Ed enjoys your screams, but not tonight.” Ed was a bit more aggressive, and made the boy take his closed fist nearly to the elbow despite how difficult it was for Wes. Wes moaned, cried, and chanted, “Daddy’s hole, Daddy’s hole.” Rex whispered in Ed ear, “We can get him high and use him again if that’s what you want. He will do things now you can’t imagine if we get him high enough.” Ed smiled, and said, “As much as I’d love to, not tonight. We gotta get your car fixed, even if I have to do it because the boy’s gotta sleep.” But Ed didn’t stop fisting, amazed at the lust that had been opened in his boy. He used the boy for another 45 minutes, going very slowly but demanding his due from the boys hole. He made sure he got to his elbow again, and slowly fisted him deep, pulling his fist out and gently pushing until it was buried, over and over, each time getting closer to a full clenched punch again. Despite the pain, Wes was ecstatic, Rex feeding him poppers as the boy alternated between cries of pain and groans of pleasure. Ed explored the boy’s depths gently, and actually got his clenched fist in a little past the elbow, relentlessly but slowly punching him a little deeper, his elbow sliding in millimeter by millimeter. Rex said, “I can’t get him flying and you can fuck him to the shoulder, buddy? It would be hot.” But Ed just smiled and said, “Much more fun this way, with him sore and exhausted.” Rex grinned and leaned into the boys’s ear, “You like deep fisting, boy?” As Ed pushed in just a little deeper, Wes groaned, and in a voice crisscrossed with pain, pleasure, and overwhelming bottom boy’s need to be used, “Oh god yes, sir, I love deep fisting,” Ed loved using Wes’s tender hole. He loved that the slightlish push or change of position could cause a moan or cry. He decided he wanted to play for a few hours more and let Rex take over fisting the boy. They smoked a few bowls and brought the boy a little higher, but not flying. The boy took nothing but clenched fists, and the men delighted in using their big hands to widen the boy’s soft tunnel, getting him comfortable and open and then pushing somewhere new or deeper and making him moan. They never went to hard or too fast, making sure the boy was always confused about whether it hurt or it was pleasure. Wes, for his part, found new depths of depravity in his soul, knowing that he would crave this kind of painful fuck until he died. In the wee hours of Sunday morning, Ed began to feel the need to hurt the boy a little more. He began pushing and pushing, ever so slowly, at the most tender depths of the boys hole. He asked Rex to give him so more Tina, and he delighted in the way his boys hole fluttered around him. He worked every so slowly but relentlessly, aware of how hot the boy looked, muscles straining, his legs held wide open as his head resting back in Rex’s crotch, sweating like the pig he was. The boy’s hole was stretched obscenely and impossibly wide open, his pink pussy lips, usually pumped and huge, stretched thin and to the limit around Ed’s huge bicep. But the boy’s resistance was gone, Wes’s mind forever altered by the knowledge that he wanted his hole ruined like this. He just moaned and stayed perfectly still, letting his daddy take his hole

Rex lowered the front half of the sling, forcing Wes nearly upside down. Wes moaned, his perfect stomach rolling, as the liquid from the four men’s piss settled further inside him. While Ed put the boys mouth to work, Rex went to the bathroom and filled up an enema bag until it was quite full. Coming back he hung the bag from the hook holding one of the boys feet up and slid the tube of the enema bag deep into the boy guts. He let a little water out at a time until he could hear the boy grunt and he stopped. He set a timer for five minutes and joined Ed in using the boys mouth, each in turn delivering a rough facefuck while the other man roughly slapped the boys torso, making the water rumble and cramp. After the five minutes was up, Rex opened the water line again, and as the boys guts filled more both men continued their abuse. When the boys cries became desperate, Rex stopped the water and motioned for Ed to step away. He set a timer for 10 minutes and he and Ed stroked their cocks and laughed at the boys groaning and begging. After the ten minutes was up, Rex let the rest of the water fill the boy. By this point his abdomen was extended and he was in agony. Rex kept him like this for ten minutes, then gave the boy poppers. The poppers helped and Rex could see the water shift a bit as his bowls loosened. For the next 15 minutes Rex made him stay upside down, giving him poppers only after letting him suffer for a few minutes. The boy was a mess, begging for it to stop, the pressure of the water hurting him, but the Tina that permeated it also made him desire to be opened. The confusing desires visible across his beautiful face in waves. Finally Rex took mercy on him, and raised his head again. After a few seconds at level, he began to lower the boys feet, the pressure now shifting down against his boy hole stuffed with the giant plug. Wes was begging to let it out, but Rex and Ed just laughed. Rex set a timer on his watch for 10 minutes and let the boy hang in agony. He and Ed then grabbed the boy and carried him, tears streaming down his face, into the bathroom. They set him in the big shower and made him push, the boy straining and groaning to get the huge plug out. When it finally did the boys bowels shot stream after stream of water and chempiss out, Wes getting higher and higher as the Tina was absorbed afresh as it exited his insides. Within seconds, Wes was in position, his face in the foul water he’d just expelled, clutching at his ass checks and begging to be fucked. Ed grabbed his boy by the shoulders and raised him up under the water, giving the boy a quick rinse, Wes blabbering to be used. Once that was finished, Rex turned the sure shot on set a little too high, and roughly gave the boy a rinse out. Unlike the last time Rex and used him, when the sure shot had hurt the boy, he immediately started fucking himself on it. Rex smiled, “He’s ready Ed.” Ed picked the boy up, wrapped his boys legs around his huge torso, and started passionately kissing his boy. Big Ed slipped his cock, hard again from seeing the new depths of depravty he and Rex had coached out of his boy, deep into the boy’s hole and walked him, fucking the entire time, to the sling, he settled the boy down and kept fucking while Rex laid out the tools of the deep fister’s trade beside the sling. Rex asked Ed to punch Wes for a bit, “We want to build his fever with what he knows and loves.” Ed smiled, amazed at how quickly his boy’s hole opened and how soon he was enthuastically pushing back on each punch. Then Rex moved in, using very long and very rigid tools on the boy’s hole. The first ones were smooth and narrow, and Rex used them slowly, deliberately, driving them deeper and then slowly fucking Wes until he could go another inch or two. With each new inch, Wes would groan and give a little cry. But as the process continued, he stopped saying it was too deep. Rex grinned evilly and said, “He’s starting to crave the deep hurt, his mind is shifting it to pleasure/pain.” By the time Rex was fucking the boy with series of rigid shaft of small balls each one half the size of a golf ball, he began feeding the boy tiny doses of Tina almost continuously. Rex and Ed worked in tandem, Wes would take the hole length of a toy, with no poppers but little bits of Tina burning and exciting him in different places as new parts of the toy stretched him deeper. And then as Rex got rougher, Ed would feed him poppers. Rex used the boy like this for a couple of hours, having Ed take over from time to time. Ed relished the way he could minupilate the way his boy rode the pain and pleasure line through subtle shifts in direction. He talked dirty to the boy constantly, about fisting him elbow deep and making him a bigger whore. Once Ed got into it, Rex fed off the brutality. He told Ed they were going to skip some steps, and to get the boy ready with a big booty bump. He grabbed one of his tools with beads 3/4 the size of a tennis ball and as the boy began to quake from the huge jolt of Tina to his system he pushed the beads in hard, getting three in before the boy convulsed and screamed. While he kept pressure on, he stopped shoving, and as he expected another bead popped in, Wes’s perfect hairless torso writhing and Wes screamed again. He motioned for Ed to feed Wes poppers, and as Wes began to pant, Rex forced another bead in. “Only one more bead, piggy,” Rex said. Ed gave the boy several more hits of poppers and as Rex sensed just the beginning of the boy’s need to be used returning, he popped the final bead in hard. Wes screamed and his whole body went rigid again. Wes panted for a full five minutes, then began to moan. For the next 45 minutes they played this game, with the tops switching back and forth until the boy was able almost take the beads easily. Once the boy seemed able to take the toys easily, Rex passed the boy back to Ed. “You’re going to like doing this next bit, buddy,” Rex said, his voice low and evil, “Start using your fist.” Ed began adding his fist, wrapping his hand around the ball inside the boy, and then pulling out. “Punch your boy a little deeper each time,” Rex said quietly, “Be very slight about it, we only want to stretch him not break him.” Once the boy could take the entire hard column of beads attached to a gentle punch that went a centimeter past Ed’s wrist, Ed pulled out, leaving the toy buried, while he switched places with Rex. Rex sat down on the little stool, and began greasing up his hands and arms. He reached his own fist in and pushed the big toy just a bit more as Wes grunted. He then grabbed the little handle at the end and working purposefully a bit too fast, he pulled the toy out as Wes cried out. Without missing a beat he dropped the toy on the sheet and began working his hands in, and quickly the boy took Rex forearm deep. Res began pushing, and the boy grunted but took another inch before freezing, breathing rapidly. Nodding at Ed, who began to feed the boy poppers, switching back and forth from each nostril till the boy had done six, Rex started to really push. Wes cried out, his body frozen, but his hole opened and Rex slide in elbow deep. “Good pussy, Wes, gonna fuck you deep,” Rex promised.

Rex was pleased when Tom and Julio showed up. Tom was a tall wiry redneck, covered in tattoos and with a shaved head. When Tom pulled his pants off he revealed a long 12 inch tool. Not as thick as either Rex or Ed, but the entire length was pierced with a very cruel-looking Jacob’s ladder. Julio was a bit shorter, 5’11” and stocky, his dark hair and dark eyes intense with hardness, and his big muscles bulged and rippled. Julio’s 8.5-inch cock was one of the thickest Rex had seen—probably 8 inches around—it was thicker than Ed’s coke can by a decent margin. “Enjoy the show, boys,” Tom smirked, as Julio picked the bound boy up and tossed him in the sling. Julio untied the boy and restrained his arms and legs to the sling. Tom leaned in and slapped the boy, who was out of it, lost in the overwhelming sensations of his hole stuffed with chempiss and the near agony of an overstimulated pussy. Slapping the boy again, harder from the other side, Tom growled, “You want your daddy Tom to fuck you boy, so your pussy can pay for drugs?” “Fuck me yes, sir,” Wes managed, opening his eyes, “But you hurt me too, sir, god all that metal on your cock hurts so bad.” “Damn right it’s gonna hurt,” Tom smirked, “Your daddy Ed said we can really cut loose and use you the way we like tonight.” As Tom and Julio passed a loaded pipe back and forth, Tom oiled up his long pole, and methodically placed big shards of Tina underneath and around the metal of his piercings. Julio meanwhile used the remote to increase the prostate stimulator’s intensity, while simultaneously punch fucking the boy with the big plug. Wes was morning and screaming continuously, until Julio held a bucket under the boy and after delivering a series of brutal punches, told the boy to squirt the piss into the bucket. The minute that was done, Julio punched the plug in and out several more times. Tom lined his cock up and—in move they clearly had done hundreds of times before—Julio pulled the plug out just as Tom slammed his cock in to the root. Wes was suspended in the air for a second, as the plates of metal and burning shards of Tina pierced his entire colon. Rex admired the way the sudden penetration made the boys incredible six pack writhe and ripple. Wes began screaming and Tom commenced fucking, driving his cock in the boys hole at multiple angles, each shift delivering a brutal stretch and little burning bits of Tina. Tom fucked the boy for a solid 45 minutes, but after the first 7 or 8, Wes was enjoying the fuck, begging “Use me Daddy Tom, hurt me, use my pussy to pay for my daddy’s drugs.” Tom and Julio used the boy for nearly 5 hours. Ed had promised them two, but Ed was so turned on watching that he let them go on. Each of the men fucked the boy relentlessly, and Julio’s huge thick pipe made the boy groan, even as open as he was by this point. Tom loved to use Tina to hurt the boy. Sometimes he would spend 10 minutes barely fucking, simply moving his cock to a slightly different angle, dragging the using the loaded Jacob’s ladder to hit the boy’s increasingly fiery insides. Ed and Rex mostly watched, although sometimes they used the boys mouth. They each fucked him for a bit when the other two men wanted a breather, but the focus of the boys attention was on being an increasingly whorish pig for the rough red neck and his friend. For the last hour, they doubled Wes, putting him in every position imaginable. Wes struggled and panted, and as open as he was, he still was stretched and bruised by the combination of the super thick shorter cock and the metal pressed tight against his tender insides. After Julio and Tom came a final time, each of the four top studs gave the boy a huge load of very potent chempiss. Ed shoved the largest plug into Wes’s distended and dripping hole. Within seconds Wes was no longer exhausted, instead rolling his hips and clutching with his ass at the big plug. Ed slapped Wes hard, and Wes opened his eyes, black with lust and meth and begged “Use me Daddy, please.” Ed roughly opened the boys mouth, and spit in it. “Oh I am going to use you, fist you deeper and harder then I ever have before. Your new Daddy Rex is going to hurt you and open you before it’s my turn.”

Ed and Wes lived in a big apartment above the shop. Rex threw on his jeans and grabbed his small daybag and a big duffel bag full of toys out out his pickup and followed the man and his boy up the stairs. Looking around, Rex thought it was surprisingly well-decorated, for a place above a body shop. The whole place was sophisticated and modern, with expensive woods and tasteful lighting. The apartment was a sharp contrast to the functional space below decorated with old calendars. While the garage was cleaner and better supplied than the country repair shops he remember from his Ozark childhood, the apartment was more like something he would expect in a city. Rex shrugged. Sometimes it was better not to know. “Thanks for this. Ed” Rex smiled “I would have had to go look for some boy pussy in New Orleans.” Ed grinned, “Think nothing of it. Wes texted me there was a big white stud in the shop who wouldn’t be traveling until Monday.” He continued, “And if course I jumped at the chance to let another man use my boy.” About an hour after they went upstairs, little Wes was getting desperate. He’d served the bigger men a couple of beers while they smoked a bowl, occasionally shotgunning one or two to him. But the big load of chempiss (Ed had added another big bump around the big red plug) was still there, now held in place by an inflatable plus Rex had produced from his bag of tricks. He would suck one man while the other took turns inflating and deflating and teasing his hole by fucking him with the plug. Every time he let even the smallest squirt of piss came out, they would inflate the plug to its maximum, and give him ten hard spanks. His stomach was cramping and he started moaning and begging. Finally Ed inflatable the plug up to his maximum and made the boy walk to the bathroom, where after ten minutes of Wes pleading Ed reached up and pulled the plug out in one motion, the two men laughing as the boy shrieked and the piss came gushing out. Ed turned the water on, adjusted the temperature, and then switched the water to a sure shot with a long rubber tube. “Get into position boy,” Ed commanded, “Wanna do the honors, Rex?” Rex smiled and stuck the hose up Wes’s hole. “Can you take your daddies fist deep?” Wes shook his head no. Rex smiled and pushed the hose in deeper, making Wes go rigid and moan. “That’s gonna change after I am through with you.” So Wes sucked and sucked on his daddies big cock and worshiped his asshole, his face buried by the big bear’s huge buttocks. Rex cleaned him out deep, always pushing deeper and ignoring the boy’s pleas for mercy. After about 45 minutes of non stop work with the hose, Rex had got the entire long rubber part and about three inches of the metal buried in the boys pussy. Rex turned the water up and slowly fucked the boy, gaining an inch more of depth. He then pulled the hose out and made the boy release it all, quivering and moaning. Wes then cleaned the bodies of the top men, licking and kissing first and then gently cleaning with soap. The men made him spend special attention to cleaning deep into their assholes with his tongue and Ed especially made him worship and suckle on his toes. After everyone was dried off, Ed lead them into their big bed room. “Get out the rubber sheets, boy,” Ed ordered, “It’s time our guest got to sample your hot pussy.” Once the sheet were on, Ed and Rex relaxed and shared a bowl while Wes put up a sling, with a comfortable stool at the foot and a big rubber sheet underneath. Then as ordered, Wes covered his cock cage with a leather jockstrap trimmed in red. Ed had him stand at the foot of the bed and watch, as Rex and Ed stroked their big cocks. The boy was clearer overtaken by cocklust and started begging to be fucked. Ed told him to get out the party supplies, and he pulled out a black lacquer tray with several large vials of Tina, a needle less syringe, a bottle of distilled water, some ecstasy pills, and a vial of GHB amd a couple of small bottles of Gatorade and set it beside his big black bear daddy. Ed looked at him. “See something you like, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Wes breathed. “What do you see that you like boy?” Ed ordered. “Two big cocks, daddy,” Wes replied. “You’re going to serve these cocks, boy” Ed promised, “And you’re going to make me proud by how well you milk our new friend Rex. Now get into position.” Wes leaned over and spread his cheecks, his asshole fluttering, his big pumped ass lips throbbing. Ed mixed up a potent booty bump crushing an X tablet up with a huge line of Tina, and without ceremony shoved the syringe in as deep as he could, quickly release the liquid drug’s up the boys hole. He shoved some more crystal flakes up the boys hole and sealed it with a small ball plug. “Lay across me boy and get Rex hard,” Ed commanded, “I am going to make sure your hole is at peak fire, so Rex can enjoy the pussy I made at its finest.” Wes gave Rex another one of his excellent blowjobs, while his daddy bear played with his pussy, giving Wes small additional doses of Tina and toying with his big pussy lips and his insides. Once the boy started really begging, Ed said, “Rex, get you some of this.” Rex positioned the boy on his hands and knees, his mouth slurping on his daddy bears giant cock. “Sweet Jesus, that feels great,” Rex sighed as he sunk his thick tool up the boys chute, and settled in for a long fuck. Rex fucked the boy for almost an hour, using the boys pussy like a fleshlight, bringing himself right to the edge before stopping. He fucked the boy in every position, Wes’s eyes rolled up in his head, his existence reduced to the pleasure his hole felt from the big cock using it. After Rex shot a giant load, Ed fucked Wes’s ass while Rex enjoyed the boys perfect mouth. They fucked the boy nonstop for 7 or 8 hours. Anytime the men needed a break they lay down and the boy rode them. Anytime he showed a sign of flagging Ed would “recharge” his hole with bumps of Tina. Finally, the men tired of fucking and Rex tied the boy on his back, with his legs up, and arms bound holding his legs up, on the rubber sheet under the sling. The two men dropped huge loads of potent chempiss into the boy and Rex pulled a prostate stimulator out and positioned it into the boy hole, adjusting it so it was almost painfully stimulating his prostate and he was approaching a continuous assgasm, Rex finished the arrangement off with one of the boys big plugs, which only pressed the stimulator tighter against his sensitive inner bud. As the boy lay moaning and crying out on his back, Ed and Rex settled onto the bed to share a bowl. “I wanna see you fist my boy,” Ed said, “I want you to make him squirm.” “I specialize in opening boys to new depths,” Rex said, stroking his big meat, “I can get him to take you much deeper than he has.” “That would be great,” Ed smiled, “Although he has learned to be love being punched, but for depth my hands are so big…”. “My hands are big too,” Rex grinned evilly, “But I don’t mind hurting a boy to get where I want and I have a bunch of long tools in this bag to get him deep inside.” Ed smiled, “I’ve been too easy on the boy, but that changes tonight. Let’s see what you can do, but from now on when I am in the mood to see him suffer, he’ll suffer.” Ed grinned, and said, “Before we move to fisting my boy, let’s have him renew our drug supply.” Rex raised his eyebrows. “My dealers got a big thing for Wes and so I sell his pussy to Wes to get big discounts. Believe me when Tom and Julio have had a few hours at him, he’ll be begging for our fists.”

Rex sat in the small waiting room of the backroads repair shop. He was in Crypress Branch, bumfuck Alabama, somewhere near Mobile, on his way to New Orleans, and had some car trouble—he was pretty sure it was the carborator. Rex was sweating through his tight muscle tee, and he smiled as the little blonde mechanic kept on checking him out. Rex leaned back and put his hands behind his neck. making sure the kid got a good look at the hair peeking out of the collar and sleeves of T-shirt and the hard flat planes of his stomach. Blushing, the kid slid back under the car. The kids name was Wes, he’d said. He was fucking gorgeous. Pretty blonde hair, blue eyes, twinky body. And Rex was pretty sure he was wearing a cock cage and plug in his ass. He could just make out the outlines of both through the overalls he wore—which were unusually tight in the ass—as the kid fiddled with something under the car. So, a pervy blonde redneck mechanic in rural Alabama? What were the odds of that? Rex smiled and squeezed his bulge right as a huge black bear entered from a side door. The man was huge, probably 6’5”, with huge shoulders, dark skin, close-shaved hair, and giant hands. “I am Big Ed,” the man said, “Do you like my boy?” Rex startled for a minute at the implications behind the question, then smiled. “You keep him locked and caged?” Rex asked, smiling. “Sure do,” Big Ed a grabbed at his big bulge. “Since it’s Friday and I can’t get your carburetor parts until Monday. You are welcome to stay with us for the weekend and sample his sweet pussy,” Big Ed smirked “I love to see him get doubled with white cock and my big black cock.” “Come out here boy and show the nice man how much you love cock,” Big Ed directed, closing the big garage door and turning over the window sign to “closed.” Wes pulled himself out from under the vehicle, grinned, and immediately stripped down. Max whistler in appreciation. The boy was more muscular than he’d anticipated, a twink frame that had clearly been working out, his pert ass framed by a red jockstrap. His shoulders were wide and his abs showed a tight six pack. “Show me that pussy,” Rex commanded. With practiced ease Wes spread out his coveralls and knelt with his head on the ground and reached back and spread his ass open. Rex admired the perfect globes and dimples of the boy’s bubble butt. Ed reached down and slid the big red plug out of Wes’s hole. Rex smiled, “Now that’s a pretty pussy.” Ed nodded and smiled and slid four of his fingers in, pinching up the swollen lips. “Wes pumps his pussy for an hour each day,” Ed said, as Wes began to whine and push back on Ed’s massive fingers. “Between the pumping, being a horny 20-year-old, clit locked for 250 days thus far this year, and plugged pretty much all the time,” Ed smiled, “little Wessy is pure cuntboy.” Rex smiled and let his big thick 10 inches out of his jeans, pulling his T-shirt off to reveal his broad muscles and pelt of dark blonde fur. “Show our new friend your hot little mouth,” Ed directed. The boy sure was a class-a cocksucker. And while Rex’s cock was huge, it was nothing compared to the 13 inches of beer battle thick cock Big Ed pulled out of his trousers. Ed slipped the big plug out of his boy and slid his cock in, even as practiced as Wes clearly was at taking his Daddy’s big tool, Rex felt the boy grunt around his own big cock as the huge tool slid up the pussyboy’s chute. After both of the top men came, Ed cutting loose seconds after Rex shouted he was coming. They left their cocks in the boy’s holes, after a few seconds, Ed nodded and said, “Feed him a load of piss.” Rex sighed and Wes began swallowing a load of strong piss while Ed filled his ass. When the two men were done, Ed slapped Wes’s ass “Kept it high boy,” and Wes arched his back. Ed smiled at Rex as he reached into a pocket of his overalls revealing a big white baggy of Tina. “Sometimes to start the weekend I like to make my regular piss chempiss, to get the boy started.” He proceeded to pull a huge bump out and slipped it into the boy. As he smoothly slid the buttplug in, Wes began to groan and wiggle his ass. “Gave him a big one,” Ed smiled, “cant wait to seek him getting fucked by your big white cock.”

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

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